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Renewal Isn't A Lie Anymore pt. 10

(okay so we're officially back and I'm ready to start hurting feelings again. And yayy double digits :) )

-Edward Nashton x gn! reader/ Bruce Wayne x gn! reader

-warnings: none that i can think of, but let me know if there are any!!

Hurt.

That's all you could feel right now. Emotionally and physically.

But even with all this pain, you're still standing.

You groaned as you woke up, opening your eyes to see your shared room with Bruce. The dark room, the black, silk sheets you convinced Bruce to get, and the strong scent of his cologne clung to the room around you.

You felt dead, your entire body hurt but mostly your neck. It felt like you were dragging ten sacks of potatoes just trying to sit up. But when you eventually do, you look at the ground below you. You were no longer in your funeral attire, but your old pajamas. The soft ones Bruce got for you from Dubai which you told him not to get you since they were expensive. You knew he still cared about you.

It was a surreal moment. Being back in your home after not being here for a while, but everything looked the same, just as you left it. You knew he liked certain things to look a certain way, but he also liked those certain things to look how you wanted them. When you two got serious, you took over creative control of his manor, which he had no problem with. It may sound stupid to others, but he liked whatever you liked.

Slowly standing up, you walked to the bathroom at a snail's pace, legs feeling like jello as you walked. Turning on the night felt like hell as your eyes adjusted to the brightness. Looking into the mirror, you saw your figure. In shorter words, you looked like shit. You neck was marked with red lines from that metal death trap that was around your neck. As you ran your fingertips over the red marks, you heard a familiar voice.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again, Y/n.." Alfred said.

It was uncommon for him to be informal, but you liked that he was talking to you like a regular person. You couldn't help but smile, "It's good to see you too, Alfred," you said, your voice small and hoarse. before he could say anything, you hugged him. You knew he wasn't one for affection but given the past events and what happened at the church, he allowed you to wrap his arms around him. He knew you had a warm a heart, different than other depressed souls in Gotham. Alfred knew what you’ve gone through, so would allow it this once.

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As you laid in bed, flipping through television channels to quench your boredom, the door opens. You though it was Alfred bringing you your dinner, but it was Batman...not Bruce.

You felt nervous under his gaze, like you almost shouldn’t be in that bed. He stood there before finally coming to your side of the bed and sitting down. He looked at your face, “Are you alright..?” he asked, already knowing the answer wouldn’t be yes. You just shrugged, too nervous to speak, too nervous to talk to the man you’re married to. Well the man that was underneath the mask.

“I don’t know…” was all you could say. You looked down at your hands, twirling your fingers together. “Listen…I know you’re mad at me because I was unfaithful, you have every right…But I can’t live if I know you’re with someone else,” he said, taking your hands into his gloved ones.

You wanted to roll your eyes, “You’re only saying this cause you were caught,” you mumbled, not making eye contact with him. “Please listen…She knew who I was under this mask, she could’ve outed me and out us in danger,”

“Oh so that means risking your marriage?”

“It’s not like that! Please, sweetheart, you know I only love you. You’re the only way that I let see the me inside of me. I have never opened up to anyone else, not even Alfred who raised me…”

God, he rarely called you sweet names, so hearing him say sweetheart made your stomach flip with butterflies even with your brain still mad at him. He caressed your hand, his free hand caress your face with small strokes of his thumb.

“I messed up. I let myself so whatever she wanted just so I could protect you, but also my image. I’m selfish. I know I’m distant and emotionally unintelligent…but one thing I do know is I love you,” he said, looking you in the eyes as he spoke.

Though he wouldn’t admit it, there were tears in his eyes. You felt bad. You knew he was a cold person but he would give up the world for you, and only for you. The only time he ever cried like this was your wedding and when he finally opened up about his childhood and his experiences.

Your eyes stung as tears welled up, seeing him cry made you want to cry. He immediately takes notice and wipes your tears, kissing your face where the tears would’ve fallen. “I know you know that I received a video of you…having sex with him..” he said, almost sounding nervous.

You felt like sweating bullets. You had sex with Gotham’s most wanted man after all. “I’m not going to yell at you for cheating since we were split…and I’ve done the same. But what i’m concerned about is how he found you. I’m scared that he will end up doing worse than that…and today proved that…” he said.

And he was right.

You didn’t know what the masked villian had in store for you. Yes, it was Edward, but that mask made him a completely different human being. A monster.

Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him the truth. You would never kiss and tell. And Bruce did the same.

“I know we both…had sex outside of our marriage. And it hurts me knowing that he did that..but I know it hurts you that I did it first…Can we just…call it even and somehow works this out?” he said, sounding unsure of how to express his wants. Bruce never knew how to express his feelings properly, but you knew what he was talking about.

Edward betrayed you. He used your kindness and vulnerability just to turn his back on you and make you a pawn his his game. What loyalty did you have to him now?

You couldn’t tell if it was pity for yourself or your love for Bruce, but you leaned in and kissed him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close. He couldn’t possibly deny you, so he held you by your lower back and kissed back.

Your kiss felt hungry yet passionate. The way you both needed each other physically and emotionally. Kissing him felt like you were back home.

The kiss was slowly getting sloppy. Bruce now leaning you back against the bed to continue kissing you. He groaned into the kiss, like he was dying to have a taste of you after how long. And you felt the same way, you did marry him after all.

His hands wanted to roam, wanted to explore his partner like he did before this mess. But damn that bat signal in the sky.

He looked out to see it shining bright in the dead night sky. He sighed, feeling terrible and just wanting you for the night. But your patted his shoulders in reassurance.

“Don’t worry, go and see what’s happening. I’m not leaving.” you said, wanting to stay with Bruce and be by his side again. He smiled, before giving you a few more sloppy, needy kisses before pulling away, “Please don’t stay up too late, I don’t want you to be tired in the morning…” he said, giving one final kiss before pulling away to go do his nightly duties

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While you enjoyed your husbands company, Edward was freaking the fuck out. He kept trying to call you, text you, hell even email you.

He felt sick knowing what he did. Maybe if he explained to you what would happen you could’ve been home with him now, instead leaving him to drive himself crazy.

Maybe if he let you know this one plan, you could be laying in bed with him now. Maybe if you knew, you would either agree to do it or just not go to that damned chruch at all.

But who would say “Of course Edward, i’ll let you strap a bomb to me to make batman shiver in his suit! That’s a great idea!”

As he laid in bed, he could only scroll through news articles. Seeing footage of you from that small police cam…seeing your terrified expressions made him sick. He even felt himself cry, seeing how scared and frightened you looked.

He knew he fucked up.

And now, there’s no possibility of you coming back.

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short-skirt-longjackett · 7 months

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Renewal Isn't A Lie Anymore pt. 9

(i'm back from the dead- and I think it's appreciated and appropriate if I started off with my most popular series lol)

-Edward Nashton x gn! reader

-warnings: canonical violence, some talk of nsfw, something a little hurtful ;)

While Bruce ran around Gotham looking for clues that would bring him closer to The Riddler, he was also looking for you. He knew he fucked up with you, but maybe he can salvage this relationship...Or would you just end up as brainwashed as The Riddler?

While Batman chased his own tail, Edward kept with carrying his plan. Though you two were now unlikely lovers and not exactly in a relationship, he didn't share any of his plans with you. He didn't want you involved. But you very much were since you were now his fuck buddy.

You laid in an empty bed. You just woke up from an exciting night with The Riddler. You sat up and looked out the window, viewing the gloomy and depressing city below. You looked around the messy room, clearly Edward left for work.

Getting up out of his bed, you shuffle around the cold apartment. Making your way to the kitchen, you noticed a small note.

'Gone to work, have a good day love'

You smiled, placing the sticky note on his fridge. From the top of your brain, you had nothing to do today expect go to pay your respects to now deceased Don Mitchell Jr. Though you never liked him, you felt for his family. He left behind a wife and a son, you only could imagine how hard it is for them. You obviously know Edward caused this...Though you liked Edward...You could only imagine what he could do to you if you ever went back to Bruce...or even talked back to him once. Edward was more than capable to kill you and make an example out of you, and you knew he would if he didn't like what you were doing or saying.

As you dressed, you think about the previous night. How he touched you, how he fucked you...You blush as you dressed in your all-black attire. You check yourself in the bathroom before you exit his apartment and make your way to the church.

When you got the church, immediately the press took photos of you. How you showed up with Bruce, how you kept your head down as you walked pass...You knew they would make this funeral an article on how you're no longer going out or being seen with Bruce. As you walked through the door, all eyes were on you. But you only kept your eyes forward, seeing the large flower arrangements on both sides of the casket.

As you made your way, you saw Bruce being spoke to by the new Mayor, who won by default. Though he stayed silent, you could tell by his body language he did not want to be there or spoken to.

'He looks skinner...He isn't eating' you thought. He turned and noticed you, freezing at your presence. You also didn't know how to feel seeing him. He awkwardly pushes through people to get to you, making your mouth go dry with anxiousness.

"Hi..."

"Hello Bruce.."

Was that all you could muster up? After all this time that's all you could say? You nervously look up him. He looked depressed, he always looked that way but this time it was different. "Y/n...Could we talk after this...? I don't want you to run off..." he said quietly, just above a whisper.

"Fine, we can..." you said, struggling to make eye contact. "I got a video of you last night...A certain video of you with..." God he couldn't even finish that sentence. Your eyes grew in shock. Oh god, he sent that to him? Maybe because you were in a horny daze you couldn't process anything he was saying, you didn't know that he was going to send it to him.

"I don't know...how he got with you or got to you...But I need to make sure you're okay," he said, soon looking up to make eye contact with a young boy that was the mayor's son. As you spoke, he then turned to look up at the floor above him. Though he wanted to listen to you, something felt off. He saw a silhouette of a man..but who?

You notice him not paying attention, "Bruce, did you just hear anything I said,,?" you said quietly, but clearly annoyed. You noticed where his eyes were, so you follow...But see nothing. "Bruce, what's wrong?" You whispered again.

As the gospel music played, a crash was soon heard. A car managed to crash into the building. Everyone screamed and moved out the way. As you saw Bruce run to protect the child. You felt a presence snatch you from the back, place something large, cold, heavy, and metal around your neck. What the hell? As you tried to look down, your hands roaming what was just put on you, your eyes widen. There was a bomb now attached to you by the said metal device. Start to freak out, people that were around you now ran away from you as quickly as they can. As you scramble to look who was the culprit and who could help, your mind only went to one person...Edward. Only someone of his genius could make something like this.

You started to tear up, trying to get the device off of you. "Is this a fucking saw trap?!" You yelled, tears now flowing from your face. Was this how you were going to die? Was this your resting place?

Was everything with Edward a ploy for this exact moment?

As you cried, Bruce looked over at your now crying figure. He internally freaked out as he saw you crying. As everyone ran out, some staying to see what was in the car. A man soon stepped out with the same device around his neck, only he looked more beat up. he had a card stepped to his chest and a phone taped to his hand, an unknown number calling the phone. The man looked just as panicked as you did. Soon police escorted everyone out, leaving you and this man alone with a casket in an empty church.

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You and the man sat there in silence for what seemed to be hours. You tried to hold back your tears, you felt so many emotions that you couldn't even let out. The police sent in a small device to keep an eye on both of you as police stood at the entrance, guns and shield held up.

The man who sat across from you stay silent, tape over his mouth that simply read "No more lies". To the police chiefs and investigators, they were confused on why you were brought into the situations. You never took up bribes, you never lied on your promises. Hell, you made everything better. Was he just using you as an example on no matter good or bad, the rich must be taken out? Or were you hiding something? Soon, the phone rang again...and again.

Out of the shadows, Batman came out and approached you both. You both felt relief, more of him than you. Bruce looked down at you, looking at your face stained with tears. Even with your tears, you still look at beautiful as the day he met you. Bruce wanted to caress your face, tell you it would be okay and bring you home. But he knew he couldn't.

He took the tape off the mans face, soon answering the phone. You heard the Riddler talking to Batman, heard him talking about chances and how he was never given one. But now Batman has a chance to make everything right. As he spoke to your husband, he then spoke to Colson about riddles and how they were his retreat.

"Now...place the phone to my sweet angel...Y/n.." he demanded, the man showing the screen to reveal your disheveled look. You could barely look up at the screen to face him...

He betrayed you, used you as a pawn to make a statement...

"My darling, loving, caring angel...You are always so kind. You never lie...yet here you are in this predicament. Now, my sweet...I want you to answer three riddles. Three riddles and I'll set you free. You have two minutes...Are you ready?" he asked, trying to come off as a sweet and caring guy.

You simply nodded, taking in a sharp breath as you hear the beeping of the bomb go off. You had to make this count, even though you knew Edward loved you...he wouldn't hold back.

"What can you break of mine even if you never pick it up or touch it?"

"Your heart..."

"Good job! Now...What can fill a room...but takes up no space?" he asked, almost seeming he was giving you easy ones on purposes. You knew deep down he didn't want you to die.

"..Love.." you answered, seeming more agitated at the fact of why you are here. He wanted to use you to make a statement. As you answered, Bruce felt his jaw clench. He knew the Riddler fucked you, even had feelings for you. But at this point he was openly flirting and professing his love to you right Infront of him. Bruce knows he messed up with you. But maybe this could bring you together once he saves you both.

"You're so good at this Y/n! And they say public schools doesn't teach people anything..." he joked, but you weren't having it. You were beyond pissed.

"Now, 1 minute and 1 more riddle...I can be offered. A very important part of a relationship, I survive when it is true. What am I?" he asked, this one crawling underneath your skin.

"Loyalty.." you said, clearly pissed off. You were loyal to Bruce, then he slept with his crime partner, Selina, behind your back...Then you gave it to Edward, who was now sitting here, asking you riddles while your life depends on it.

You knew nothing of true loyalty.

As he congratulated you, the contraption fell off. It was freeing. You shot up, your hands feeling your neck area. It was so light now...As you felt tears of happiness and fear come up, your instincts lead you to hug Bruce. As you cried, spewing nonsense of 'thank god' and 'holy shit', you held tightly onto Batman.

Bruce instantly held you back, rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. He didn't want to let you go, and you clearly weren't going to let go anytime soon. He viewed you neck, it was read and bloody from the metal rubbing against your neck all he could give you right now was a small "it's okay".

You heard Bruce help the man answer his tougher riddles. You saw as he tried denying taking brides. Bruce set you aside as he stepped closer to him. Your breath was short as you listened to the bomb tick more and more. Before you knew it, Bruce used his body as a human shield to block you from the explosion. Bruce took the brunt of the explosion for you, protecting your body. Was this way to say sorry?

As you groaned in pain, Bruce whispering in your ear

"It's okay baby, I'm here..."

"You're safe, I'll bring you home.."

All you could do was just listen, you felt so weak. Your eyes closed as police ran in, only hearing yelling for a few faint seconds but nothing.

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