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Spiders are scary

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: [Y/N] and her boyfriend, Peter Parker, are at [Y/N]’s apartment one evening when they get an unexpected visitor from one little spider

Prompt: My brain going haywire one day in December last year

Word count: 447

[Y/N] was sitting on her plush sofa with her boyfriend, Peter Parker who was visiting her. It was pretty late at night, around 9PM, and she was starting to feel a little drowsy. Out of the corner of her eye, [Y/N] notices something small and black crawling on the wall to her left. Jolting forward, she looks in the direction of it and, to her horror, is met with a beady, little spider.

Instinctively letting out a quick shriek, before covering her mouth and remembering how late it was, she jumped out of her seat to the other side of the room.

Peter, alarmed at the sudden outburst, asked, “Are you alright? What’s the matter?” and stood up to walk over to his girlfriend.

“There’s a spider! You have to kill it right now!” She pointed in the direction of the creature and earned a chuckle from Peter.

“I’m not sure how ethical that is, me being Spider-Man and all.” He grinned and walked towards the eight-legged visitor.

“Please just get rid of it, I swear to god-” She was cut off by her surprise as Peter picked up the insect, letting it crawl onto his finger where the spider contently sat.

“Aw, I think he likes me!” He continued grinning like an idiot as he peered at his new friend.

“I don’t care if he likes you, please just put him outside.”

“Hey, don’t be mean - he might be my brother, you never know.” He teased.

He began to open his mouth again but [Y/N] knew him too well and interrupted, “Don’t even think about naming it.”

“Anyways,” He playfully rolled his eyes at her and turned back to the spider, whispering, “Don’t listen to her Jasper-”

“Do you wanna meet him?” He teasingly gestured his finger holding the spider in [Y/N]’s direction. Quickly she recoiled back and yelled.

“Don’t you dare!” She pleaded

“Alright, fine. Party’s over.” Peter opened the window in the apartment, “Goodbye, little guy. I’ll miss you!”

He gently closed the window and turned back to his girlfriend who looked instantly more relaxed. She caught his eye and folded her arms, giving him a lighthearted look of feigned irritation.

“Ever since I met you I swear I’ve been seeing more of them in my house, you better not be attracting them all!” She giggled as she finished her sentence.

“What can I say, I’m just that good looking” He gave her a sarcastic smile as he sat back down on the sofa. [Y/N] soon followed suit and sat down also.

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Does it count as crashing a wedding if they don’t see you?

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: One night after school, Peter takes his best friend, [Y/N] up to the top of the Empire State Building to de-stress after a long day. Where an innocent dance turns into him confessing all his feelings for her.

Prompt: me brainrotting plus this: “You look beautiful in the moonlight.”

Word count: 720

Today had been a long day, and one that had felt especially harder than normal as the school year was drawing to an end and teachers were starting exams. Peter Parker liked to swing up to the Empire State building and relax when things seemed stressful.

Now was no different. His best friend, [Y/N], knew he was Spider-Man and he offered to take her with him because he could tell she was stressed. When she agreed, they waited until nightfall to swing up there.

The city looked beautiful from up here and it was one of the reasons he liked it. Everything was quiet and peaceful and the thousands of lights from the buildings created an enchanting atmosphere. He subtly looked at your face light up with wonder as you watched the world with awe.

He was thankful to still have his mask on because he wouldn’t have been able to hide the massive grin he sported as he observed your delight at the scene. The quiet was interrupted by the music coming from a nearby building that you both noticed.

“What’s going on down there?” You asked, looking to Peter.

“I’m.. not sure?” He pulled his mask off to get a clearer view, “Looks like a wedding afterparty.”

“I think you might be right now that you mention it.”

Slow music had started to pick up and it was evident that the bride and groom were about to do their first dance. The calm melody was quiet and slightly muffled from where they sat. They watched as more couples moved to the dance floor of the rooftop and Peter softly cleared his throat.

He leaned over so that his lips were close to her ear and spoke in a low murmur, “Would you like to dance?”

Turning to him and giggling she said, “Sure.”

He held out his hand for her to grab which she did so and he pulled her closer to him as they began a slow waltz atop the Empire State. They got more comfortable with the dance as they continued and had a light conversation while the music faintly hummed in the distance.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight, [Y/N]” Peter said, looking down at her with a smile playing on his lips. She was slightly surprised at the compliment because she wasn’t used to her best friend acting like such but she didn’t complain. She’d always had a crush on him for as long as she can remember and that made the compliment mean so much more to her.

[Y/N] hid her surprise well and smirked back, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Parker.”

He lifted his arm up and twirled her around and she lightly laughed before moving back into her original position. They spent a long while dancing, just enjoying being around each other and away from the chaos that was day-to-day life. When the last song had stopped, the pair stopped too. Carefully pulling away from each other.

[Y/N], still standing just in front of him, gazed over to the cityscape and sighed. She took a few steps towards the edge of the building where she planned to sit down and look out to New York but he grabbed her arm to stop her.

“[Y/N].” His voice was hesitant and it sounded different to usual. She hummed in confusion and turned to him, giving him her full attention. “I- Well, I did have something to say.. I just don’t know how to say it.”

“You can take your time, I’m listening.” She gave him a reassuring smile.

“I… think I love you..” Peter shut his eyes, already regretting what he said. “N-nevermind, forget it. Forget I said that- uh- yeah- I’m sorry. Just forge-”

“Shut up.” She teasingly said as she cut off his ramblings and pulled him into a kiss. He instantly kissed her back and it started gentle but grew more intense as they kissed until they couldn’t breathe. They kissed like they were about to run out of time and would never be able to kiss again.

Running out of breath, they pulled away and Peter looked into [Y/N]’s [E/C] eyes. “W-What-?” He stuttered, his breathing irregular.

“I think I love you too.” She breathed. This news caused Peter to tug his best friend into another earth-shattering kiss.

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Christmas Kisses

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: On Christmas Eve, [Y/N] is on her way to her friends Christmas party but when the slippy sidewalk causes her to loose her balance and fall, her superhuman boyfriend is there to save her.

Prompt: “Your hands are cold, let me help.”

Word count: 809 (sorryyyy its on the shorter side)

The air in New York was frosty and with every breath it felt like tiny icicles were forming in her throat. Today was Christmas Eve and [Y/N] was quickly walking on the iced over sidewalk. Looking forward, she could see her breath in the air as the freezing temperatures suffocated her. [Y/N] was on her way to a Christmas party being held by some of her friends and they had invited most of the people from her school, Midtown High. She was in a hurry as the temperatures were freezing and she could feel her toes and fingers grow numb. The sun was low and the streets were quiet. Walking past the windows of apartment blocks and shops, everything was peaceful. The shops decorated with festive cheer had since closed for Christmas and many smiling faces could be seen from the families in the nearby apartments. [Y/N] still had a few more blocks to walk until she would reach the party and was now starting to regret not wearing a sweater or jacket under her coat.

[Y/N] must have turned the corner too quickly because she felt her feet slip underneath her and began tumbling to the ground. She closed her eyes and braced for impact, however, it never came. Two arms wrapped around her waist and caught her before any harm could come to her.

“Are you alright?”

[Y/N] looked up at her saviour and met the deep brown eyes of her boyfriend, Peter Parker.

“Yeah, I am now.” She grinned and started to stand up properly.

“Your hands are cold,” he glanced down to her hands which had moved up her sleeves to try and get as much heat as possible. “Let me help.”

He grabbed her hand and intertwined her fingers through his. He gently leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly before they both continued walking in the direction of the party. The winter air and the wind that nipped at her skin didn’t feel so bad anymore now that he was here.

“I was also making my way to the party and I noticed you across the street so I wanted to catch up to you,” he began, absent-mindedly caressing his thumb over her knuckles as he spoke, “Then the next thing I knew, my spidey-sense was yelling at me and you were in my arms.”

[Y/N] giggled and shifted her eyes over to look up at him. “Well, you know how clumsy I am. You shouldn’t be surprised, really.”

Peter teasingly held the bottom of her chin and looked her in the eye, “Maybe you shouldn’t have been walking so fast. Why are you in a hurry? We aren’t late.”

“I’m cold,” you admitted, “I mean, have you seen the weather?”

As she had said that, small white specks materialised in the air as a flurry of snow began to fall on the city.

“Wow.. would you look at that,” Peter breathed, “Did you do that? That was like a movie scene or something.”

[Y/N] scoffed at her boyfriend while she gazed at the snow in awe as it fell and formed a thin white layer on everything it touched.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I can’t ever get over how wonderful it is.” A smile could be heard through her words.

“I still think you’re more beautiful than a bit of snow,” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Really?” She lightly laughed and leaned into him.

“Of course.” He said in a voice so quiet only she could hear him. Peter affectionately traced a finger across her jaw until he reached the bottom of her chin. He carefully started pulling her face towards his own and [Y/N]’s eyes fluttered shut as he got nearer. Once he was close enough he connected their lips in a gentle kiss that lasted a short while.

When he pulled away he peered into [Y/N] and she slowly moved her eyes from his lips to meet his gaze. There were small snowflakes scattered in his hair and it was just amplifying his adorableness.

“Your lips were cold,” he smirked, “Emphasis on the ‘were’.”

“Were you trying to warm them up like you did for my hands?” She giggled.

“No, I was just being selfish and wanted to kiss you,” Peter teased and looked down to his watch. “Oh shoot- we actually are gonna be late for the party if we don’t hurry up.”

They started walking again at a faster pace. “Maybe we should slow down- I don’t want us both to fall-”

“I don’t think we need to worry about me falling,” He gestured in [Y/N]’s direction, “And if you fall again, that just means I get to hold you again.”

He jokingly winked at her which made the girl roll her eyes. He’s such a dork. But there’s no one she would rather spend her Christmas with.

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I’m not drunk.

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary: It’s the weekend and [Y/N]’s apartment block is full of parties. She’s at home ignoring all of the chaos until a drunk Jonathan Crane accidentally breaks into her house

Prompt: You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friend’s house and I should call the cops but my cat kinda likes you so we’re good. - “well this is awkward.”

Word count: 1,316

It was 10 at night and you were sitting at home watching Netflix on your TV, unwinding from a long week. It was Saturday night and you had learnt that going out at night was not the brightest idea when you lived in Gotham. Crime plagued the streets and it was safer at home. But, that didn’t seem to bother anyone else as there were multiple parties going on and you were almost certain that one of Gotham’s villains, who happened to own an apartment on the same floor as you, was throwing one of their own. Of course, that just meant that instead of intoxicated college students partying, it was intoxicated criminals, oh goodie, what could possibly go wrong.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you heard sounds outside your room. Your cat, Biscuit, was the first to investigate. He got out of his bed when he had been curled up for the past 4 hours and sniffed the bottom of the door. You didn’t move from the sofa but fully sat up and turned your head to the door. You were about to turn away when the door swung open.

You gasped. “Uh. Hello?!”

Your cat started purring and nuzzling the leg of the man who had just showed up. He looked up and also seemed alarmed.

“Sorry, I think this is the wrong apartment.” He said. Yeah, he’s definitely wasted. He kind of looks like Jonathan Crane.. Wait a second, that is Jonathan Crane.. As In Dr. Crane the Scarecrow.

“Aren’t you that psychiatrist-villain guy, Scarecrow?” You thought acting calmly was probably the best, if he’s drunk he might just forget all of this and not gas me or whatever.

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded absently.

“Well, this is awkward.” You giggled a little.

“Are you going to call the police?” He asked, though he didn't seem to be too worried about that prospect.

“Eh, my cat kinda likes you so we’re good.” You looked down to Biscuit who was still affectionately nuzzling his leg.

“Wow, so it’s that easy?” He smiled and knelt down to stoke the cat who then eagerly bumped Jonathan’s nose. “He’s cute. What’s his name?”

“Biscuit.” You stood up and went to get a glass of water. “Do you want a drink- that isn’t alcohol, of course, you’re clearly drunk already.”

“I’ll have a glass of water please- and I’m not drunk-” He laughed, “What gave you that impression?”

“Yeah, sure, Einstein. You’re totally not drunk.” You rolled your eyes in amusement and handed him his drink and he began to sip it with a small smirk on his face, knowing he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“I never got your name,” he glanced up from his glass and looked you in the eyes.

“[Y/N],” you smiled and met his gaze.

“That’s a pretty name, I’m Jonathan but you already knew that.”

“Are you here with the party?” you questioned, tilting your head slightly.

“Yeah, but I'm not really a partying and drinking type of guy. I kind of got forced to go.” He admitted, “Harley Quinn stole my phone so I couldn’t call a taxi home and said I could only have it back after it ends.”

“You’re not keen on going back?”

“Not at all, I originally intended to wait it out until it ends but I ended up getting drunk by accident.”

“How on earth do you accidentally get drunk?” You joked.

“Quite easily actually, when you’re surrounded by partying mobsters you can suddenly feel more inclined to do what they say.” He seemed a lot more relaxed than when he first came here.

“Do you want to chill here until it ends?” You said, as if he wasn’t just a stranger who just broke into your house 15 minutes ago.

“You wouldn’t mind that? I mean I did just break into your house..” he smiled slightly as he remembered the circumstances of your meeting.

“Like I said, Biscuit likes you so how bad can you be?” You grinned and sat down on your sofa.

“Alright. I suppose I could stay..” he playfully smirked and sat down on the other side of the sofa.

“Do you want to watch anything?” You gestured to the TV.

“Just put anything on. I don’t mind.” He replied to which you nodded and decided to put on a completely new show you had never seen before.

About an hour had passed. You and Jonathan sat a little closer now and your cat was curled up on his lap. The show was really good, it was a British show called Peaky Blinders or something like that, you forgot.

“You kind of look like that one guy.” You grinned.

“Which one?” He smiled with a slightly confused look on his face.

“That.. That Tommy guy!”

“Where? I can’t see him.” He looked at the screen.

“There!” You point. “Oh great you missed him!”

He lightly laughed. Being with him has been really nice, who would have thought.

“There, that’s him.” You said, finally pointing him out.

“I don’t see the resemblance.” He smiled and rolled his eyes.

“Really?! You two look like brothers and I’d believe it if you said you were.” You looked back at him.

“I think it’s the eyes. We have similar eyes.”

“Eyes? Literally the only thing different is your hair and the fact you wear glasses!” This playful debate had really put you in a good mood.

“Maybe you’re just thinking about me too much while watching this.” He teased.

“You’re literally sitting right next to me.” You defended yourself.

“Whatever you say,” he leant back on the sofa again and you both continued watching.

Time flew by quickly and you and Jonathan had both fallen asleep on the sofa. The time was about 2am and at some point you had ended up with your head resting on his shoulder.

A knock was heard from the door, waking you both up. Realising your position you looked up and was instantly face to face with him. You smiled and stood up.

“Someone’s at the door.” You yawned slightly and Jonathan stood up.

“I’ll get it.” He walked over to the door and opened it.

“Hey Jonathan! I was beginnin’ to think you’d got lost! You’ve been gone for hours.” A bright and slightly drunk Harley was at the door.

“Harley. How did you know I was here?” Jonathan seemed slightly confused.

“Oh. Riddler told me. He saw ya wander this way..!”

“Ah. I see. Do you have my phone now?” He questioned.

“Oh, of course! That’s why I’m here, silly!” She pulled out his phone and handed it to him. Then turned to you who was standing on the other side of the room in the background. “And bye to you too, Jonathan’s friend!” She smiled and waved to you and you waved back politely.

She was soon gone and the door closed.

“Looks like it’s time to go.” Jonathan checked his phone. “Wow, two in the morning?! I never expected to be out this long.”

“Are you gonna call a taxi now?”

“Yeah,” he replied, dialling a number. “One second.”

He ordered a taxi and they told him they would be there in 5 minutes.

For the remainder of that time you both turned to the TV to finish the episode until his phone pinged and told him the taxi was here.

“It was nice meeting you, Jonathan.” You looked at him.

“I don’t think this should be goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.

“Can I have your number?”

“Sure.” He handed his phone to you and you typed it in.

He got up to leave and you followed him to the door. You hugged him goodbye and as he walked away he turned around, smirking and said, “Next time we see each other, it won’t be me breaking into your house, hopefully.”

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Something there that wasn’t there before.

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary: [Y/N] is a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. Bruce Wayne is holding a charity gala to help raise some funds for the asylum and [Y/N] along with some colleagues are invited. Her friend and crush Jonathan Crane was one of her co-workers that was invited too and they both enjoy the evening together.

Prompt: “Be still my heart.” Word Count: 2,626

You worked as a psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum and you, along with some of your other co-workers, had been invited to a charity gala hosted by Bruce Wayne which intended to help raise money for the Asylum. You were wearing a beautiful dress that you had picked out a few days earlier and had just parked up in your car outside the gala hall, you sighed feeling nervous to go in. There were going to be so many people there, one of which was Dr. Jonathan Crane, your friend and co-worker who you had been low-key crushing on for the past few years, your heart jumped into your mouth just thinking about him being there.

“I bet he’s wearing something really nice- wait no- he’s just your friend, shut up!” you thought aloud.

You pulled yourself together and got out of your car, shyly walking to the door and trying to distract yourself from the photographers and reporters at the entrance who were also here about the gala.

“Name, please.” said a frightening-looking bouncer,

“Dr. [Y/N] [L/N].” You told him,

“Ah, I see your name, you may enter.”

“Thanks..” you quickly entered the hall.

It was a beautiful venue, priceless golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling of the corridor with marble lining the floor that led to a foyer. For a corridor it was massive, it felt intimidating. You cautiously wandered onward, the corridor was fairly empty with only a few people littered here and there, some people on the phone, some couples making out and drunk people stumbling around aimlessly. You reached the entrance of the hall and looked around, there were so many rich and famous people here, it was easy to feel like you didn’t belong here. You saw some of your co-workers spanning the hall, there were some of them together in groups, sticking together but then you saw someone in the crowd that was not with the rest of your colleagues. It was Jonathan. It felt like time stopped when you saw him, he was wearing a really lovely suit and you felt your pulse quicken, you took a step backwards and bashfully looked at the ground,

“Be still my heart.” You muttered to yourself.

You braced yourself and walked on into the foyer, you decided to get something to drink to set your head straight. After sipping your drink, you looked up only to lock eyes with none other than Jonathan on the other side of the room. He smiled at you and smiled back, if you had still had the water in your mouth you probably would have spat it out in surprise. Luckily, you were able to hide your surprise pretty well.

The moment was cut short when a man who seemingly worked for Bruce Wayne came onto the stage and told everyone that the ballroom was now open and people began to make their way in the direction of the ballroom. You put your drink down and followed the crowd, you could see Jonathan up ahead in the corner of your eye and you tried to ignore him for your own good, however, you were doing a terrible job at that.

Once you entered the ballroom, you were mesmerised by how enchanting it truly was in here. You took in every last corner of it and smiled in awe. Your eyes travelled back down again and you suddenly felt a little shy again, remembering Jonathan was here. You really had to get a hold of yourself and forget your feelings whilst you were here, you had to act professional!

A soft song was being played by the orchestra they had hired and many people had already coupled off and started dancing and talking in the ballroom, you found a place off to the side to stand and took in the environment. Jonathan walked over to you and stood next to you,

“[L/N], Hello.” He nodded in your direction,

“Crane, good to see you.” You responded.

“It’s rather, chaotic, in here, isn’t it?” He smiled,

“Yeah, it’s a bit overwhelming,” you laughed a little.

You looked in his direction slightly, he was still just as handsome as before, shit. You ended up catching Jonathan's gaze on accident, to which caused him to speak,

“Would you like to dance for a little?” He said, his tone slightly softer than previously. You paused, you wanted to, but felt shy, how typical.

“Are you sure?” you crossed your arms and looked at him,

“It might be fun, plus, we may as well get in a few of the photos from the event.” He joked,

“Alright, sure, let’s go.” You both walked into the main area of the room where people were dancing. Your mind felt like it was literally screaming at you, you weren’t sure if it was in an ‘Oh my god, this is so exciting’ way or a ‘No no no no no, abort abort, abort mission’ way. Anyway, you still seemed pretty composed and he took your hand, either way. You started to lazily dance along with everyone else, you felt completely in your element and yet completely out of it at the same time, a very strange feeling, maybe it was just the nervousness.

Funnily, photographs were taken of you both, you spied it just out of the corner of your eye and you’re pretty sure he noticed too. Dancing with Jonathan and now you have proof of it? There’s some bragging rights!

“Wait- what if people get the wrong idea? I’m gonna be hassled by questions and rumours going back into work.” You thought in your head.

“What if those ideas are good ideas?” a voice replied. Voices aren’t meant to reply to you in our head so that means that…

“Huh- Did I say that out loud-” you felt a little embarrassed, then you remembered what he responded with, “..Hey, wait a minute-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He cut you off with a grin. Is he going to ignore what he said? Great, now you are going to worry about it, or more specifically, you are not going to stop thinking about this. Maybe, ever.

“If you say so.” Your eyes held a mixture of uncertainty and curiosity, whilst he looked slightly smug. There was a vague air of flirtatiousness between the two of you as you continued dancing, you both spoke to each other in a manner that wasn’t flirting, but borderline was. However, it was usually like this when you spoke, you just had that kind of dynamic. You can’t blame yourself for catching feelings in an atmosphere like that, right?

You felt a lot more comfortable than earlier, you had probably just gotten used to his presence. He was always good company and the rest of the bustling gala just seemed to phase out. There had come a point in which you and Jonathan had stopped speaking altogether and just had your eyes fixed on each other. You guys were also having a… moment? You were edging closer and closer to one another absentmindedly and a layer of tension filled the air.

“Guests! Thank you for coming to this lovely gala we have been hosting today!” Oh yeah, that’s where you were. You and Jonathan stopped dancing and turned to face the voice and saw Bruce Wayne now on the stage introducing the event. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “You all probably already know why this gala is being thrown today, we are here to support our very own Arkham Asylum and its employees who work tirelessly to try to reform the criminals it holds. The dining hall is now ready for everyone so if you follow the butlers they will direct you to your seating! Thank you.” Bruce gave a winning smile and moved away from the microphone and off of the stage.

You looked to Jonathan who nodded in the direction of the hall and you both started to make your way over.

The room was beautiful, with hundreds of tables brimming the hall. You stuck to Jonathan like glue, because despite all of the friendly-seeming faces, it was still pretty nerve-racking and he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to enjoy being your protector.

You were eventually seated, with Jonathan being in the seat next to you on your right. You were glad for that, at least. Apart from him, you were surrounded by a load of unfamiliar faces that lined your table, not that that was surprising, you couldn’t recognise 90% of the people attending this.

There was a lot of, ‘How do you do’s and ‘What is your name’ and ‘Where do you work’ as everyone around you settled in. They asked you and Jonathan many questions about your jobs upon learning that you both worked at the asylum.

“So, Dr. Crane, what’s it like working with a bunch of criminals? Isn’t it dangerous?” one woman who appeared to be quite rich asked. She wore an expensive dress and a face full of extravagant makeup.

“Ah, well, we don’t just have them running rampant with a knife or such whilst we are in appointments with them.” His comment earned some laughter from the table. He was good at this, you smiled to yourself knowing you were in good hands and that you could relax a little because Jonathan knew what he was doing.

A different man, one who sat on your left side began to strike up a conversation with you.

“Dr. [L/N], a pleasure to finally talk to you. I have been meaning to ever since I saw you arrive!” This comment earned a suspicious side-eye from Jonathan but he quickly looked away and continued the conversation he was in.

“Oh, well it’s an honour to meet you, sir.” you politely responded and extended your arm to shake his hand, which he took, shook and lingered for a bit too long before releasing it.

“You must be very intelligent to be a psychiatrist. Where did you study?” He leaned over remotely closer, awaiting your reply.

“Gotham University for the most part! I enjoyed my time there, actually.” You tried to be oblivious to how he was acting, but it was super off-putting.

“Ah, a good one. I have known friends who have attended there!” His breath stinks of booze. He was closer still and you were starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Thank you, I’m sorry, but could you excuse me. I think I need to use the restroom.” He nodded his head and you stood up. Jonathan had an idea of what was going on and waited two minutes before leaving too.

You walked as fast as you could to get yourself some air. You were back in the foyer and nearly at the bathroom when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“[Y/N]!” You turned around and your eyes were met with Jonathan. “Are you alright?”

“I’m... I’m sorry. Everything was just really… hectic. I needed some air…” You weren’t quite sure what to say.

“Was it that man? Did he make you feel uneasy, or something?” His eyes looked full of care and concern. He really knew you well.

“Yeah, I’m sorry for dragging you out here, you can go, you don’t have to worry.” You tried to brush it off but he could tell how it got to you. He moved his hand, which was still holding your wrist, to hold your hand.

“I’m not just going to leave you here when you’re like this. I’m someone who cares for you.” He sounded truly earnest, it made your heartbeat speed up when he said that. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Trust me. If it will make you feel better, we can switch seats. If he tries anything, even if he looks at you in a strange way, I’ll see to it myself.”

“Jonathan… Thanks.” You smiled to which he returned it.

“Shall we?” His facial expression shifted to a smirk.

“We shall.”

You both made your way back to the table, sitting in each other’s seats. You realised you were still holding hands and had to unfortunately let go to sit down. You settled back down and the man from earlier began to speak.

“I think you two are sitting in the wrong seats.” He was so clearly annoyed but tried not to show his frustration by placing an obvious artificial smile on his lips.

“Hm, it seems that we are,” Jonathan said, turning to you. “Ah well, no point in getting up again.” He shrugged and was pulled into another conversation with someone on the table.

At some point, you had ended up placing your head on his shoulder to lean against which he let you do. It was comfy and by the time you realised you had done so, it had been about 5 minutes and he was fine with it so you decided to bask in the moment.

Bruce Wayne, that mysterious rich guy, was once again back on the stage.

“Hello everyone,” he had a drink and a tiny spoon in his hand which he clinked to the glass to command everyone’s attention. “Now, I’m sure you’ll be happy to hear, is the best part, where I give you all a load of free food! Feel free to indulge yourselves as the butlers bring the food and beverages around to the tables.” Then he confidently strode off the stage and back to his seat. His table was less full of businessmen in suits and more full of beautiful women in expensive dresses.

Everyone turned back to their conversations as trays and plates came out of the ginormous kitchen hiding somewhere in the back. There were all sorts of food that you had yet to try in your life but you were eager to. You had to sit up though so that meant lifting your head off of Jonathan’s shoulder.

You, along with the rest of the guests began to eat the food served. Whilst also maintaining some light conversation. By this time, you had quite the collection of business cards handed to you by various people at this table.

Bruce stood up to toast to the event, “Here is a toast, to this pleasant gala and to those we are holding it for. A toast to all of the incredible employees of Arkham Asylum who are and aren’t here today!” He raised his glass which everyone else followed suit with.

Half an hour later and everyone was finishing up their meals and you too felt very full and idly set your head back onto Jonathan’s shoulder. You looked up at him from there and he looked back, laughing a little before looking away again.

The gala was starting to wrap up and people were starting to leave. Bruce went onto the stage to say his official goodbye causing a massive flock of people to also call it a night for them there.

“We should probably give it a minute before leaving, save getting trampled.” Jonathan looked to you, who was still leisurely resting on his shoulder.

“You’re right.” You said watching people leave, “This was surprisingly fun.”

“I agree, I didn’t expect to have this nice of a time. Maybe it’s just thanks to you though.” Jonathan now rested his head atop yours.

“I’m glad you were here too.” You sighed happily.

“We should see each other outside of work more.” He said, nonchalantly.

“That would be nice.”

“Are you free next Saturday?” Oh wow, he’s good, real smooth.

“Yeah, in fact, I am.”

“Looks like we’ll be doing this again soon, then.” He had that smug grin again. Then sat up, took your hand and you both walked out together.

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