#🦇 batrimony

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How about 🍬 for whoever you feel like writing for?

~ heart-of-aspiration 📖

Emoji prompts: 🍬 - something sweet

So this one ended up taking longer than I thought it would because I ended up getting carried away. It's about something sweet in multiple meanings of the word- both literally with Bruce doing some baking and emotionally with some cute domestic things

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1380 words

Divider by straywords

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Alex asks from where she perches on one of the wooden stools in Wayne Manor’s kitchen. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bruce asks, closing the oven door. 

“Bruce, you are the love of my life and incredibly talented at so many things. But cooking has never been your strong suit,” she points out. 

There’s a reason that Alfred used to do most of the cooking. With him gone, Bruce and Alex have both stepped up to do more, and for once in her life Alex is pretty sure that she’s a better cook than someone. Bruce can handle the simple stuff just fine, but somehow even with a recipe his meals always seem just the slightest bit off. And that’s assuming he doesn’t end up accidentally burning or undercooking anything. 

“It’s not cooking, it’s baking,” Bruce corrects. 

“Right. Two completely different things that you surely won’t have similar problems with,” Alex says. 

Bruce rolls his eyes. “I have this handled, love, this isn’t the first time I’ve made cookies. And when they’re good, you can tell me about how sorry you are for underestimating me.”

“Alright,” Alex relents. 

If nothing else, watching Bruce mix the cookie dough has been fun. Alex always thinks that he’s handsome, but there’s something about how he looks with the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled up to his elbows. There’s a little bit of flour spattered against the black material of his shirt, an accident from him mixing the ingredients together a little too quickly. 

It’s a good look for him. Maybe if these cookies come out well he should start baking more. 

Though Alex still isn’t sure why Bruce decided to bake cookies today. He told her he was going to like it was something normal— like they’re a regular couple who does things like this. 

It’s nice. But it’s also weird.

Alex knows that she’s not forgetting their anniversary or any other relationship milestones. It’s not anyone’s birthday. But there has to be a reason why Bruce is doing this. It's so peacefully mundane that it feels like there has to be some kind of meaning behind it.

The oven’s alarm rings before Alex can figure out why Bruce was in the mood to bake. He’s quick to retrieve them from the oven, and the smell of freshly baked cookies washes over them.

“Mmm. They smell good,” Alex comments, getting up from her seat. 

“They should taste even better,” Bruce replies. “Once they cool down, you get first choice from them.”

Alex comes up behind Bruce, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kisses the side of his neck. “Thank you, bat.”

“You’re welcome.” Bruce leans back a little against her. “Are we going to stay like this until the cookies cool?”

“I think so. Unless you have any objections?”

“Hrn.” 

Alex doesn’t need to see to know that Bruce is rolling his eyes. He pretends to be annoyed when she makes jokes around her being a defense attorney— though this one wasn’t intentional. 

The cookies do look good from here at least. They're chocolate chip ones, and the chunks of semi-sweet chocolate dotted through them look like they’d melt in her mouth. Alex is tempted to reach past Bruce and grab one, but she knows to wait. She’s sure they’ll still warm in a couple of minutes, and there's no point in touching something too hot to handle right now.

What’s warm right now is Bruce in her arms. He always seems relaxed when Alex holds him like this. It’s nice to think that he finds her presence comforting, especially because she feels the same way about him. 

“I think they’re ready,” Bruce says after a moment, turning his head so that his nose brushes against her temple. “Take your pick.”

Alex unlatches from behind him and grabs a cookie from the right side of the baking sheet. It’s warm to the touch, and she’s admittedly excited to try it. As much as she still doubts Bruce’s cooking skills, he seems convinced this will be good and she's inclined to trust him. 

Alex takes a bite of the cookie, and Bruce’s attention is sharp on her. 

She was right to trust him. This is a good cookie. The edges are a little crispy, but the middle is soft and the chocolate chips dotted through it melt in her mouth. It’s sweet but not overpoweringly so. 

Bruce picks up a cookie of his own. “Do you like it?”

“It’s really good,” Alex says.

“I think you owe me a apology for doubting my baking skills earlier,” he teases.

“I was doubting your cooking skills. Like you said, those are two different things.”

Bruce takes a bite from his cookie, a wry expression on his face. He’s both cute and annoying when he knows he caught someone in something. “Ah, so you agree now?”

“You’re very lucky you’re pretty because you can be a pain to deal with sometimes,” Alex states.

“I know,” he replies. “But I think you’d like me no matter what.”

Alex would. It’s hard to imagine ever not adoring Bruce. And as she finishes her cookie and reaches over for another, she thinks that she’s lucky he loves her too. 

“You know,” Bruce says after a moment, “I used to make these cookies with my mother.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he repeats. He nudges Alex’s arm with his elbow. “Which is why I was saying that I could handle baking these. Though I’ll admit that I’m out of practice.”

“Well, you did a very good job,” Alex compliments. "And I'm sorry about before."

“Thank you. But you don't need to apologize. You had reason to be cautious.”

They stand in silence for a couple seconds, Bruce reaching for another cookie. 

“Is there any reason you decided to make them again now? Since it sounds like you haven’t made them in a while,” Alex says.

“Not really.” Bruce takes a bite, catching a couple of falling crumbs in his other hand. “I thought you’d enjoy them.”

“I do.”

Alex is pretty sure there’s more to it than that. But she doesn’t push. She knows Bruce well. Neither of them like talking about their feelings. It always feels awkward and too vulnerable. It’s easier to talk now— especially with the two of them having been married for years. But putting feelings into words is hard, and she isn’t going to force him to keep talking. That would only make him close off more. 

So Alex waits. If he wants to say anything else he will. 

Bruce doesn’t say anything else until he’s finished the cookie, going over to the sink to rinse any spare crumbs off of his hands. “Making these was something that we did as a family, even if my father didn’t usually help us make them. So I wanted to share this with you.”

For a moment, Alex isn’t sure how to respond. She’s never been good at emotional displays. That’s part of why she and Bruce work so well. They’re both awkward and have trouble with putting their feelings into words, but they can understand when the other is trying to show them they care in their own way. 

But this is something special. She already knew that it was when Bruce said he made these with his mother, but this is even more than that.

They’ve been married for years now. Alex knows that Bruce loves her and that they’re a family. This, though, feels normal. Like something a family that wasn’t a pair of workaholic vigilantes would do. It’s soft, and it’s sweeter than the cookies themselves are. 

“Thank you so much. I love you,” is all that Alex can think to say. She’s not sure that it’s enough to show just how important this is to her, but this should do the job well enough.

“I love you too,” Bruce says. 

“Maybe next time we can make them together,” Alex suggests. 

He gives a dry laugh in response. “You hate cooking with people.”

“It’s baking, remember?” She moves to give Bruce a quick kiss. The taste of chocolate lingers on his lips. “And if it’s a family tradition, I’m willing to give things a shot if you are.”

#my writing #asks #heart-of-aspiration #🦇 batrimony #♠️ alex #🦇 #thanks for the ask! #i think this might be the longest thing i've written for here so far #safeship #selfship #selfship fic

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in the morning

Happy anniversary to me and Bruce! It's a rough estimate on the day bcs unfortunately I'm not in the discord server I was when I first fell for him anymore, but he's been my f/o (unofficially) for 6 years now. With him being the f/o I had for the longest time, I wanted to get this little ficlet out for him. All of this was written today, and I love you, Bruce <3

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff

Words: 810 words

Divider by straywords

The soft light of the morning seeps through the curtains of Alex and Bruce’s room. It wakes her up from her sleep, eyes only half focused as she blinks into awareness. 

There are few things better than waking up next to Bruce. He’s laying in bed next to her, the blankets twisted up around his legs and a sliver of his stomach being visible with the way the hem of his shirt shifted upward. 

In her still half-asleep daze, it strikes Alex that she’s incredibly lucky to be with Bruce. He’s ridiculously handsome, which is part of it. Right now his head is turned to the side so he’s facing Alex, his left cheek squished against the pillows. His square jawline is lined with dark stubble, and his hair is a little messy from rolling around in his sleep. A couple of grays streak through his hair, and he has some wrinkles too around his eyes and mouth. 

It’s impressive that after all these years he hasn’t gotten any scars on his face, though his nose was broken once and still looks a bit crooked. Either way, Alex thinks that adds to his good looks. And she adores every scar dotting his body from the neck down, each one a reminder that he’s managed to get through everything that Gotham has thrown at him and still gets back up. 

And that’s another thing that Alex adores about Bruce. If there was one word to describe him, it’d be determined. His stubbornness can be annoying at times, but Alex supposes she can be just as bad. And she likes that Bruce never quits— he dedicates himself completely to everything that he does, especially when it comes to caring for others. He's protective, and he's sweet in his own way, even if it's not traditional.

It took time for him to be able to express his care for others. Alex thinks he’s afraid to sometimes. Losing his parents left a mark on him that can never truly be healed. He’s made steps forward, made a new family after having lost his first one, and she’s happy everyday that he has people who love him. But showing that love can be hard for him, so Alex adores every whispered affection he offers to her, every tiny thing he does to show he cares. 

Alex moves closer to Bruce, curling up by his side. She puts one hand on his chest, feeling the firm muscle of his pecs beneath her hand, and rests her chin on his shoulder. He seems to sense her getting close, burying his nose in her hair. 

Alex loves Bruce. She loves him more than anything. Every breath she can feel with the rise and fall of his chest is a gift, a reminder he’s still here and he’s still with her. 

“I love you,” she mumbles, only half thinking about it. 

Bruce lets out a soft grumble in response, one blue eye slowly opening. “I love you too.”

“Did I wake you up?” she asks. 

“No,” he says, eyes fully opening. He grunts, rolling fully onto his side and wrapping his right arm around her. He’s not wearing his prosthetic hand, so his stump brushes against the small of her back. “Can’t sleep too much past seven.”

“Our sleep habits are terrible,” Alex notes. 

“We’re too old to be sleeping like this," Bruce says.

“I always heard that people wake up earlier when they get old. One day we’re not going to sleep past five.”

“Hrn. At least I’ll be getting no sleep with you."

Alex can’t help but give a small smile at that. “Yeah.”

Bruce’s lips brush against Alex’s forehead, not quite a kiss but close enough to make her heart flutter. It’s amazing that even after years together, he can still make her feel like a teenager in love for the first time. 

She hopes that she makes him feel the same way. He deserves that feeling and more. 

“We should probably get out of bed,” Bruce comments. 

“I don’t have to be in the office until nine,” Alex says. And she’d really like to stay cuddled up to Bruce in bed right now. It’s warm, and relaxing, and she’d like to soak in as much alone time with him as possible. 

“I have a meeting at ten. But I won’t need to do anything before then,” he says. 

“Then it sounds like we have some time to ourselves,” Alex comments. It’s not often that they have that. They’re both seemingly constantly being pulled in different directions, both by their jobs and their work behind masks. Moments like these are ones that have to be cherished. 

So draped in their covers and dappled with sunlight seeping in through their curtains, Alex appreciates every moment that she can with Bruce. 

She truly is lucky to have him.

#my posts #safeship #selfshippping #selfship #safeshipping #my writing #🦇 #🦇 batrimony #♠️ alex #i love my husband so much #happy anniversary baby #i hope we have more

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How safe of a space is this

#my posts #🦇 batrimony #🦇

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Another batch of ship charts! This time it’s for all of my dc f/os and Alex (picrew source for her here)

#my posts #ship charts #🦇 batrimony #🐈‍⬛ stolen kiss #🪦 business proposal #💙 sun and moon #♠️ alex

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Actually I need the current Bat/man team gone so badly bcs I’m still annoyed by how ugly they made him now. But even worse I just realized that exactly 6 months ago was when he lost his hand and they’re also already erasing his disability. What the hell

#my posts #🦇 batrimony #🦇 #yeah i am mad

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Got my type in men read hard on twitter lol

#my posts #🦾 tin man’s heart #🕷️ future nostalgia #🦇 batrimony #🔨 golden hour #🎖️ doomed by the narrative #🧩 missing piece

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Happy Bat/man Day to my beautiful husband <3

#my posts #🦇 batrimony #🦇 #i’m so annoyed bcs i was gonna read the new book that cane out #starring him and damian #but it wasn’t pulled for me for some reason #so i have to wait at least another week #for the reorder of the main cover to come in #(all we have left are the blank covers #and the white rabbit ones. and i’m not buying one of her)

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He's so pretty

#my posts #🦇 batrimony #🦇

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He has range

#my posts #🦇 #🦇 batrimony #my pretty pretty husband <3

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Bruce for the ask game mayhap?

My darling husband who I love so much <3 <3 <3

What made me like them

So I first got into him around when I was playing the Telltale game, and idk, something just clicked. He's handsome, and he's caring, and he's so determined to do everything that he can to make thingss better. I just find that really endearing

My favorite thing about them

Saying it again, but I love his determination. I have a soft spot for driven characters in general, but one thing I really admire about Bruce is how he never quits. People usually say that he's supposed to represent vengeance, or justice, or so many other things, but at the end of the day, what rests at Bruce's core is hope. He keeps fighting because he believes that things can be better, and I really love that about him

Nicknames we have for each other

Alex calls Bruce baby and handsome a lot of the time, as well as sometimes honey. She'll also call him bat in private. Bruce likes to call Alex dear, sweetheart, and beautiful. Also sometimes he'll call her love

A headcanon of our relationship/friendship

Bruce was the one to propose, and he did it with his mother's ring. It was something that meant a lot to him because of the family connection, and he wanted it to be a sign that he was welcoming Alex into his family. The proposal was a pretty quiet one, one that was reserved just for the two of them

My favorite image of them

Nobody can do it like Dan Mora

Anything else!

Bruce is my longest time f/o, and I still adore him so much. Even if I don't talk about him as much as some of my other main f/os, he's kind of like a constant for me, and it's nice to think that I'll always have him

#asks #hanahaki-arcade #🦇 batrimony #🦇 #♠️ alex #thanks for the ask! #i love bruce so much

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What the hell is this ugly ass suit 😭😭😭

#my posts #🦇 #🦇 batrimony #the main bruce title is pissing me off in so many ways rn #the messy writing #whatever the hell this suit is #the back up story on it using ai ‘art’ #the only good thing that’s come from this current run is bruce losing his hand #but that’s a thing continuity ignores outside of this book

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41 for the kiss ask! (@eid0lons)

Kiss prompts: 41 - while one is sick

I decided to go with my beloved Bruce for this one! Lord knows that he needs to take better care of himself, and I will always be happy to help him with that <3

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 747 words

Divider by straywords

Alex is used to doing the impossible. She’s managed to win cases where the odds are stacked against her clients. She’s fought countless supervillains as Solitaire, protecting Gotham. But all of that is nothing compared to her current challenge— keeping Bruce from working when he’s sick. 

“Put the phone down,” Alex says as she comes into her and Bruce’s bedroom with a bowl of chicken soup. 

He scoffs, but the noise forces another cough from him. As he recovers he says, “People use their phones for more than just work, Alex.”

“Mhm, they do,” she replies, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. “Do you want to show me what game you were playing on yours, then? Since you apparently were doing something relaxing and not work related.”

Bruce grumbles, leaving his phone on the bed’s quilt next to him. The screen is still on, so as Alex takes a seat next to him she can see that he was in fact looking at work emails.

“You’ll get better faster if you rest, pretty boy,” she states. 

“There are people who need me,” Bruce replies.

Alex knows that he’s not just talking about his official work with that. Batman keeps the city safe, and it’s rare that he ever takes a night off. Any criminals who might notice the city’s protector is gone for the night could try to take advantage of that, and that could spell disaster for everyone. 

Bruce is a workaholic in every sense of the word. Alex can’t judge him too much for that, not when she is too. It’s hard to just sit and do nothing, and she’s sure she would be in a similar position to Bruce if she were the one sick right now.

But the longer it takes for Bruce to get better, the less effective he’ll be. And that’s something that Alex can see much more easily than he can right now.

“The city won’t burn to the ground if you take a day or two off,” Alex says. “Cass will be out tonight. Same for Steph, Tim, and Damian. And Duke is handling things in the day to day, and Babs is keeping an eye on things for them too. They’ll be able to handle everything on their own, and I’m sure that they'll be happy to if that means you get better soon.”

“You’re not going out tonight,” Bruce notes with a sniffle.

“Obviously not. I need to make sure my very handsome husband rests so that he can heal up.”

“I’m handsome right now?” he echoes, raising an eyebrow.

He does look a little worse for wear. His nose is red and his eyes look even more exhausted than usual. The stubble he usually has is a bit thicker than usual, and his hair is a tousled mess. He looks pale too, it being obvious just from looking at him that he has a bad fever. 

But he’s still Bruce, and that’s enough to make him very attractive in Alex’s book.

“Mhm,” she says, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the side of his head. “You’re very good looking. And I think you’d look even better if you ate the soup that I made for you and took your medicine.”

“You’re frustrating sometimes,” Bruce says, but there’s no real annoyance in his voice.

“So are you.” Alex offers him the bowl of soup. “Eat.”

He makes an overly dramatic sigh of acquiescence in response. “If you insist.”

Bruce eats a spoonful of soup, looking at Alex out of the corner of his eyes as if to make sure she’s watching him do what he was told to.

“Thank you,” Alex says.

“The soup is good,” Bruce says.

“It’s canned.”

“It’s good canned soup then.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you for making it,” Bruce says. 

“You can thank me by resting.”

“I’ll think about it,” he replies.

Alex rolls her eyes. As much as she loves him, he’s frustrating when he gets stubborn like this. 

“Well, I’m going to get your meds. Behave yourself until I come back,” she says, standing up.

“No promises,” Bruce says, interrupting himself with a sharp cough. 

Alex had figured that he would say that. But regardless of whether Bruce will be cooperative or not, she’s going to make sure that he gets better. She’s faced countless challenges in her life, and the last thing she’s going to do is back down when her husband needs some help.

#asks #my writing #selfship fic #safeship #eid0lons #thank you! #🦇 batrimony #♠️ alex

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OMG HAPPY ANNIVERSARYYYT

Thanks! Admittedly my anniversary is a little bit of guess work since I couldn’t remember exactly when I fell for him, but this is my 6th anniversary with him (tho the first I’ve actually celebrated)

#asks #kylars-princess #🦇 #🦇 batrimony

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🦇 Today is my anniversary with Bruce! I love my husband so much 🦇

#my posts #🦇 #🦇 batrimony #unfortunately i’m at my shitty grandparent’s house today #so idk if i’ll be able to do much to celebrate

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I can’t believe I almost forgot. Happy birthday to my husband and wife <3

#my posts #💫 shepherd’s delight #💫 #🦇 batrimony #🦇

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Pretending this card + flowers is a f/o Valentine’s gift

#my posts #🦇 #🦇 batrimony #bruce is there. it counts