#and B. ..pick up gator (hug)

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....I just wanted to draw gators :T at this point these 2 are more 'a representation of my last 2 brain cells' then they are actual characters 😅

#im living vicariously through the cartoon guys #because i want to A. pick up gator (strong man style) #and B. ..pick up gator (hug) #ok but so i recently found out an area where i take stupid little walks for my stupid little mental health #has! GATORS!! (potentially. theres signs.) #and this is great cause seeing gators would def heal me as a person #but ok so when i look for hiking places i always look north cause the terrains more hilly #but now im lookin south more cause turns out i AM in fact far enough south to see gators!! #and yeah looks like theres a handful of nature reserves w hiking trails the same distance away as the little mountain trails i go to #its flatter and the trails are less extensive so ill hafta see if i think its worth it #but then too theres a really big black water swamp that.. further away then i wanna drive.. #but also i drove 5 hrs once just to go to mammoth cave as a day trip so.. we'll see.. #my friend says he wont go w me tho :T he'll just report me missing #this has been a tag ramble about my sudden outset intrest in seeing a gator #my bullshit #lol barely but still #also- i told myself not to over do it drawin the scales or coloring it #and as you can see i dont listen to myself ever #lol they look outta place but idc i got to draw 2 of my favorite characters and also ALLIGATORS :U #living the dream rn

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Absence of Chaos

Summary: WandaNat find an interest in Bucky and Sam’s new fairy friend. 

Pairings: WandaNat x Fem!Fairy!Reader

Genre: Fluff/Hurt/Comfort, light angst (tiny teeny weeny fight)

Warnings: Light HYDRA torture, blood, poison, family member death.

Words: 3,743

A/N: I kinda went off a Winx x Maleficent vibe because I love both of them dearly. Yes, I was a Winx Club child, but I went with the latest Winx Saga thingy because I couldn’t be bothered to look at everything from Winx. This is also my ‘best’ version of the fic I wanted to write, and the other one will come out tomorrow (aka here). Later gator!

*not my gifs*

When you met Bucky, you weren’t expecting him to bring you around to his friend’s compound. He had found you in an abandoned HYDRA facility with Sam, the both of them concerned for your well-being at the sight of your small form. 

They brought you back to the compound after spending a week at theirs, to which they were now introducing you to the other Avengers. Sam and Bucky sat beside you whilst Steve, Vision, Clint and Thor sat across from you, the two women standing behind them.

Natasha and Wanda.

They were equally as stunning as the other, but they had their own pieces of individuality. Natasha’s red bob matched greatly with her bright emerald eyes, whilst Wanda was darker overall with long brunette strands down her shoulders and forest green irises. 

“So, Y/N…” Sam drew your attention and you looked at him, the others immediately picking up on your shy behaviour. 

“Do you wanna tell them what you told us?”

Bucky noticed your anxiety rising and offered his metal hand. You took it, tracing your fingers through the grooves of the metal plates, and exhaled slowly. 

“Uspokoyte svoy razum. Sosredotoch'tes' na mne. (Calm your mind. Focus on me.)” He muttered, watching you nod again.

Natasha adjusted her stance from looking at you side on, to front on. You had her attention. 

“Feya. I do not know the English word for it, I am sorry.” 

“A fairy.” Natasha translated, her voice surprising you with its gravelling tone. 

You gave her a gentle nod. “Fair-ee. Fair… Fairy.”

Wanda smiled at you calmly and you continued to explain. “Every fairy’s wings are different. It’s what makes us unique. Mine are… were… like owl feathers. White with a few spots at the end.”

Natasha pulled out her phone and scrolled through before she showed you photos of a snowy owl, your eyes lighting up at the sight of something that matched you.

“Yes! My wings!” You beamed.

They all grinned as you smiled, but your smile slowly faded and became a downcast expression, theirs following into concern. 

“Y/N, can we show them? It might help.” Sam asked softly, keeping his hands where you could see them until you nodded.

You stood quietly and turned around, with the boys holding your shaking knees steadily as you stripped your shirt off. All of them were shocked, but tears pricked Wanda’s eyes and a slight gasp came from Natasha. 

“HYDRA liked them. So HYDRA… kept them.” You murmured, feeling a sudden wave of vulnerability whilst you put your shirt back on.

You sat down and looked at each of the Avengers with your glowing purple eyes, seeing some of their minds on alert whilst others… two minds… wanted to calm you down. You looked at the women and they immediately understood, coming towards you slowly.

“Y/N… what kind of fairy are you?” Natasha asked, taking your hand from Bucky’s so she could trace the creases of your palm.

“M-Mind. And a b-bit of Forest.” You replied, your body trembling slightly.

Wanda sent out a thought to the other Avengers and they all slowly left, with Sam and Bucky leaving last as they gave you a comforting smile. Natasha and Wanda came to sit next to you, still keeping their hands in view.

“Y/N, may we touch you?” Wanda murmured, watching you give her a small nod.

She called a blanket to you and let it conceal you in a cocoon of warmth before touching you, wrapping you in a loose hug as Natasha came up to your back and felt the lumps of muscle underneath your scars.

“What are these, Y/N?” She lightly touched them, so lightly that you didn’t know what she was referring to at first.

“Muscles for my wings. But I don’t need them any more.” 

The two of them simply held you until you stopped trembling, which was a while, and a wave of exhaustion came over you. The two of them were so comfortable - Wanda’s fingers were running through your hair whilst Natasha hummed a lullaby next to your ear. 

“Are you tired, Y/N?” Natasha paused her singing to ask you.

“Hm, what?” You mumbled, your eyes half-open.

She chuckled softly and felt your whole yet light weight fall against her, Wanda’s ministrations halting for a second before you whined. She didn’t do anything for a second and you shrugged your shoulder at her, taking her hand to gently glide along your skin whilst she chuckled.

“I think we have a tired little fairy on our hands, Tasha.” 

“I think we do too.” The Widow replied.

“‘M so tired.” You murmured, tears escaping the corners of your eyes.

“We know, Y/N. We are so sorry that you went through all of that pain.” Natasha cooed, her arms pulling around your waist to pick you up.

“Would you like to come and sleep in our bed?”

You nodded against the skin of her neck and she easily lifted you off of the couch, your arm hanging to hold Wanda’s hand as you were taken to their room. Natasha lay you down on the bed and you sighed into its comfort, but shivered from the icy sheets.

“Shh, shh. We’re coming, little fairy.” Natasha lightly shushed you as Wanda peeled pyjamas onto all three of you, closing the blinds and the door to fill the room with darkness.

But you didn’t like that, and suddenly, a soft green glow came from above you. 

“Whoa.” Wanda muttered, poking Natasha to see what you had done to their bed frame.

The plants from the balcony had stretched into the room, climbing along the wall before a glowing green flower bloomed, a small vine attached to your head as a glamour fell away to reveal small golden horns poking out from your skull.

Wanda and Natasha gasped in awe as they immediately reached to touch, but they stopped and asked for your permission first. “Y/N? May we touch your horns?” 

You shook your head slightly and your voice did the same. “Please, no. They’re very very sensitive. HYDRA d-didn’t understand.” 

They both nodded and you soon felt that warmth flood through you, making you whimper slightly. “Easy, Y/N. Easy easy easy.” Natasha murmured, running her hand up and down your thigh.

“That’s it. Nice deep breaths for us, baby girl.” Wanda added, tickling the hairs at the base of your neck.

When you calmed down, you nestled further into Wanda since she was who you were facing. She chuckled at your antics before a question came to her mind, a flash of purple in your eyes as you read it.

“If you want to know more about me, you just have to ask.” You giggled softly.

Wanda pulled away slightly and you grinned up at her. “So you’re a Mind Fairy, huh?”

“And a Forest Fairy.” You added cheekily, to which Natasha laughed. 

“Yes yes. But Mind Fairy - that sounds ominous.” 

“Oh, it can be. Many Mind Fairies discover the ‘true’ potential to our power and go dark, controlling powerful people like politicians for their personal gain. But they always lose.” 

Natasha pulled you in closer to her when you didn’t continue to talk, your eyes wondering like you were looking for something but you weren’t quite sure what it was. 

“Do you… Do you have any family left? Any more fairies?” Wanda asked quietly.

You shook your head. “No. My father died trying to stop HYDRA from getting to me and my mother didn’t love me. She thought I was a freak, being more Mind than Forest. Mind Fairies are often underestimated, but bullying from a young age often tends to shove them in the corner and be forgotten. Forest, Fire, Water, Air and Light Fairies are the predominant elements, almost all of them capable of numerous combat feats. But me…” 

You took a breath and noticed how they were listening patiently. “HYDRA made me control people. Take their pain, give them more, anything and everything they wanted. They gave me enough pain to do so.” 

You began to tremble again and they moved further against you, putting pressure on almost every part of your body. “Please… Please don’t let them take me back. I’m begging you.” You shook your head.

“Not ever, Y/N. You’re stuck with us.” Wanda murmured, kissing your forehead.

“Can… Can I?” You asked slowly, feeling Natasha nod against your shoulder.

“Of course, lyubov (love). You can be a part of our relationship.” 

You exhaled shakily as they both kissed your temples, keeping you warm as you fell asleep.

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After a month of getting to know one another, you began to get more comfortable around the other Avengers. Tony liked it when you would come and talk to him about his machinery, Steve would listen to your stories and Thor would make you laugh like no other.

Well, except for your girls.

When they had gone for a mission, you were left alone in their bed (since you had nowhere else) and you held onto their pillows tightly. When they returned, Wanda found your racing mind being subdued by constant noise in the form of music. Tony made you some headphones when Natasha mentioned it in one of their daily coding sessions, and you thanked him profusely since you were currently stealing Natasha’s headphones that weren’t comfortable. The overhead headphones were helpful as they surrounded your ears with complete noise-cancelling, leaving your mind to be calmed when your girls weren’t around.

Parties, however, were not as helpful. You wouldn’t stay for long, even if you had spent more than two hours getting ready, and the girls could never find you since you never went to one place. 

Right now, you were debating going to your second favourite spot, the roof, until you felt your powers flare and turned around. 

“Hey you. Sorry if we startled you.” Wanda grinned, noticing your nerves as your fingers played with each other.

“I-It’s okay. Just…” You moved closer towards them and took each of their hands, your eyes now a darker shade of purple but it was constant, and a satisfied sigh left your lips.

Now they were worried. “Y/N, honey, are you okay?” Natasha asked, with Wanda checking over your mind.

“I-I’m okay, I promise.” You nodded, keeping their hands in yours whilst the night carried on.

As time passed, guests were making their way home whilst you were still wedged between your girls, their jackets covering your cold body. Now that you were just with your Avengers, you let your glamour drop and took the soda drink offered by Sam. 

“Thanks.” You muttered, lightly sipping on it. 

Wanda’s eyes hadn’t stopped glowing and neither had yours. She was on alert since you had said you were okay, but now she was starting to get tired. She leaned her head on your shoulder and you snaked your arm around her waist, hearing her yawn softly.

“Tired, baby?” You asked quietly.

“Mhm.” She replied shortly.

“Me too.” You let your head fall on top of hers until you felt a certain assassin start to wiggle her toes underneath your thigh. 

You looked up at Natasha and she grinned at you whilst holding her beer, sipping on it as she made conversation with the boys. It soon died out and the mention of sleep had popped up a few times, enough for the signal to be read and for everyone to get the memo. 

However, Wanda was already there, and moving her off of you was something you couldn’t imagine doing. The ones who wanted to sleep left, and soon it was just you three, Sam, Bucky and Clint. 

When Natasha fell asleep with her head resting on your thigh, Sam spoke up. “You seem really happy, Y/N.” 

“I am.” You muttered a reply, stroking baby hairs away from Natasha’s beautiful face.

“They are definitely happy to be with you.” Clint smirked.

“Can I?” He held up his phone and you nodded, kissing Wanda’s forehead in one photo and stroking your thumb on Natasha’s cheek in another. 

“This will be so good for Christmas.” He chuckled cheekily, leaving you be.

Bucky was watching you closely and saw how relaxed you looked, which he had never seen before. His mind wandered and you briefly looked over it before you chuckled.

“What do their minds sound like?” He asked calmly, smiling at you with a sense of pride.

“They’re the calm to my storm.” 

He snickered at your description and you blushed. “Sorry, there’s no other way to explain it. Their minds aren’t… empty, so to say, but calm, controlled even. Being with them, touching or holding them, makes me focus on that control and it spreads to me in comforting waves.” 

You let out a soft yawn and Bucky stood, gathering blankets from the cupboard nearby that he covered you all with. “Have fun.” He smirked, kissing the top of your head as he left and you fell asleep.

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Over a few weeks, you three did all you could to grasp stolen moments. Whisking one or both of the other away to have a quick make out session, or even just a light touch around the hip or shoulder whilst making coffee in the morning. Movie nights were a blast, but you never actually made it through a movie - with them at your sides, the tranquillity they brought you was astounding. 

But of course, fate was a cocky little shit.

An attack of the Black Order had come to the compound, and whilst Thanos and his goons were killed before they could get Vision’s Mind Stone out, you were hit harder than anyone. 

Corvius Glaive’s… well, glaive, had not gone through Vision’s head, but rather Natasha’s stomach in an effort to protect Wanda whilst she tried to heal the synthezoid. You screamed bloody murder, and a vine snapped Corvius’ neck as you caught her whilst she fell.

“Natasha! No, no, no, no, NO!” You howled, your eyes turning an almost black shade of green as the Order members were slaughtered by thorny vines.

Wanda gripped Thanos between her tendrils of power and ripped his head clean off, the gauntlet of stones falling off of his hand. She picked you up by two arms around your waist, pulling you away from Natasha so that the doctors could get to her.

You followed behind and Wanda heard you wince every time Natasha groaned in pain, your feet only coming to a stop as the doctors found an empty room.

“It’s an extra-terrestrial poison. We have to flush it out of her system, but she needs to stay still.” Cho ordered as she reached for leather straps to hold her down.

Clint rushed in behind you both and came to his friend’s side, holding her hand as it shook. “Nat, I need you to stay still, okay? Stay still and Cho can fix you.” 

“It hurts! It fucking hurts!” The Widow howled back, the sclera of her eyes blackening as the poison spread further. 

Wanda reached for your hand, but you tapped hers away and ran out of the room. You bolted down the hallway until you found your headphones, clasping them onto full blast as you sat down at the kitchen table.

Natasha’s pain was only comparable to one other thing, and that was saying something. The poison hurt like knives had been exchanged for her blood cells and like fire licked at every pore of skin, even if covered in sweat and dirt. Her mind begged for it to stop, for all of it to just stop, and the dark thoughts in her mind were winning. 

“Y/N, what the hell?” Wanda growled as she saw you sitting down, headphones pressed against your skull until she ripped them off.

You gently took them back and held them within your shaking hands. She sat down next to you and reached out towards you, but you flinched and she retreated. “You can’t just… run away, Y/N. She’s in pain, and you are possibly the only one who can heal her-”

“Please, just leave me alone.” You begged in a broken tone.

“I know you care about her, Y/N. God, your dreams are filled with you confessing your love to us. So go and fucking… HELP HER!”

“THAT’S THE GODDAMN PROBLEM, WANDA!” You howled back, your voice much louder than hers as you slammed your fist on the table. 

You stopped and saw a splinter of wood in your fist, taking it out before your skin healed. “That’s… That’s the fucking problem, Wanda. I can’t do it, I can’t feel someone die. Not again.”

“What?” She asked softly. “Y/N, honey, what?” 

“When my dad died… trying to save me from HYDRA… I was with him, and I felt… everything he felt, the moment it happened. I felt him slip off, his soul drifting away from his body, and it hurt like nothing I’ve ever experienced.” 

Wanda watched your face be consumed by another wave of tears whilst your speech sped up. “That’s why I can’t do it, Wanda. I can’t do it, my love, I can’t feel it again, please don’t make me feel it-” 

“No no no, it’s okay. It’s okay.” She cooed as she caught you whilst you stood up, trapping you in a warm hug.

“Shh shh shh, Y/N. It’s okay, you’re okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, mica mea zana (my little fairy).” 

She rocked you gently until another of Natasha’s cries came from the main room, making Wanda leave you crying on the floor as she came back to Cho’s aid.

“Oh my God…” 

The amount of blood on Clint and Cho’s arms was enough to make her queasy again, but she held it down and moved to her side. The archer looked up at her in fear. “She’s not going to make it; we can’t slow down the infection when she’s thrashing around.” 

Wanda gripped Natasha’s shoulder. “Come on, come on, stay with us, Tasha. I can’t lose you after just learning to love you.” 

She turned away to catch some tears that were smudged with Natasha’s blood, only to hear the redhead’s ragged breathing mutter a name.

“Y/N? What… What are you doing?” The wounded woman asked, watching you take her hand as you looked her in the eye, leaving her to admire the purple ring.

“I think it’s your turn to take some peace from me, moya lyubov (my love).” Your smile broke as you took her shaking hand with one of your own, covering them both with the free one. 

“I love you, Natasha. I love you, Wanda. I love you both with everything I have and…” You hissed in pain, your knees shaking until Wanda came up behind you and held you upright.

“And if that kills me all over again, I’d take it, because I love you.” 

Natasha nodded profusely, her breathing slowing. “I… I love you too, Y/N/N. I do, I really do.” 

“Same here, little fairy.” Wanda muttered by your ear, catching you again as you doubled over from the pain.

You chuckled painfully as a surge of power rushed in you and you growled out, taking all of Natasha’s pain and rendering her still. When you opened your eyes, Natasha watched as green and purple mixed perfectly with one another, healing herbs growing by Cho and Clint’s side that they immediately began to use.

“Shh, shh, shh.” The Widow cooed, wanting nothing else but to hold you close and let her fingers dance up and down your back.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you both and I’m not letting you go.”

“We’re… We’re trapped in your little web, aren’t we?” You chuckled, another whimper leaving your lungs whilst Wanda kissed your neck softly.

“Y/N, the effort could kill you.” Bucky’s worried voice came from the door, not wanting to lose you as well as his ex-lover. 

“Then so be it.” You muttered, your arm shaking as it held onto Natasha.

“Y/N, please…” Wanda begged, tears of her own falling against your skin.

You turned to her and she kissed you easily, but the emotion and grasping of your shirt made her point clear. You pulled away and gave her a short peck, turning to the worried redhead. “I’ll hold it off as long as I can, okay?” 

“Promise me, Y/N.” Natasha stated.

You hesitated and she barked. “Promise me! Promise us!”

“Okay, okay. I promise, Natalia Alianovna Romanova and Wanda Marya Maximoff, that I will only go for as long as I can.” You answered, which was good enough for them.

It took a while for Cho and Clint to drain Natasha’s body of the poison whilst preventing it from spreading, but your healing herbs definitely saved her life. You fell asleep holding her hand, the pain now numbed against your body, but when you woke, it was a whole different scenery.

Natasha and Wanda lay with you in the middle of them, your entire body wrapped in them. Sheets and blankets covered all three of you whilst you lay in bed, your sudden jolt alerting the two of them.

“Easy, easy, easy.” Natasha cooed, pulling you down to lay back in her arms.

“You did so well, Y/N/N.” Wanda praised, cupping your cheek with her soft hand as she gave you a short kiss.

“H-How are you feeling?” You asked Natasha and she pulled up her shirt to reveal the forming scar.

“No more bikinis, that’s for sure.” She joked, but you grabbed her waist and checked over her skin, kissing it softly before pulling away.

“Ow.” You groaned as your body ached.

“Yeah, Cho said you might be a bit stiff after that effort.” Wanda chuckled, the two of them holding you close by a hand around your torso in a crossed fashion. 

You watched Natasha’s hand drift towards your head before she looked down at you. “May I?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Yes, you may touch my horns.”

Their lips pressed against your temple as they snuggled you close, lulling you slowly to sleep by the soft touches against your horns. 

“I love you both.” You muttered sleepily, your eyes finally closing.

“We love you too, Y/N/N.” They chimed back, soon following you when you seemed so peaceful.

The sound of their chaos-absent hearts were the final piece to the puzzle that pushed you into a deep sleep.

#smalls-words #wandanat x reader #wandanat fluff #wandanat angst #wandanat hurt/comfort #wandanat imagine #wandanat x female reader #wandanat x fem!reader

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The Batman x Reader Ep.1 THE BAT IN THE BELFRY

I’ve never done an xReader before, but I’ve always wanted to. So this is my attempt at an xReader.

It is mainly based off of The Batman, meaning most of it will be pulled directly from the show itself and the reader will just be inserted. This is where you can find the series. Some parts will be removed while others added, please watch the show and understand that I am taking things from the show directly.

 Please be kind to me when you leave your thoughts on how I did.

*Line Break Inc.*

You hear Rupert Thorne breath heavily as Bruce hid in the shadows, causing the mobster a scare. “He’s here.” Thorne breath out in anticipation, his voice barely being picked up by Bruce’s mic.

You always feel better with his mic turned up all the way so you could hear what was going on while he crusaded around Gotham, so in case anything were to happen, either you or Alfred would be able to respond immediately.

“Where, Mr. Thorne?” One thug with a terrible scratch to his throat, you felt bad for his throat and felt like you should send that thug some cough drops.

The next few moments were confused sounds and soft thuds as Bruce continued to mess with the mobsters.

“There! I-I I saw him!” Oh, Thorne just sounded plain desperate at this pointed, thinking he himself have gone crazy.

“Wha…What’s that?” You started to type into the batcomputer looking up that thug’s name and where you could send some cough drops to. A louder thud this time, something was dropped.

“Take him!” Thorne had demanded his lackeys. You just roll your eyes as you continue to find information on the thugs, apparently there is two of them there. Turning away from the computer once you have sent in the requests of two bags of cough drops to be sent to them, you turn back to the pile of essays that you have to read and grade.

Sounds of Bruce fighting two lackeys that have not had his training, and are such easily taken down, come through as you mark up one essay.

“Okay… uhhh, we split the take 30, 70.” Thorne sounded nervous.

You smirk as you write something on another essay, “Only thirty percent?” You made a noise of disapproval. “Drop his ass.” You could physically feel Bruce restrain himself from smirking.

Your heard Thorne gasp out before stuttering over his second offer. “50, 50.”

“Weak!” You called to no one, not even paying attention to the comm feed anymore trusting Bruce to wrap things up from that point.

Thud from landing and panting from running was heard as Bruce most likely had to pursue the mobster. A loud impact was heard over the comm before Rupert Thorne moaned out, “Whoa… How you do that?”

“I’m the Batman.”

You started laughing at Bruce’s response.

“‘I’m the Batman.’” You laughed some more at your pour intimidation of Bruce’s dubbed ‘Batman’ voice, “Were you trying to intimidate the guy?”

“Yes.” Bruce sounded like he was deeply offended, but you just couldn’t stop laughing.

You had been with Bruce for two years and had been helping him with the whole capped crusader for the past year. A chance meeting had turned into so much more.

You had taken a deep breath as you start to clean up the essay’s scattered around the desk leaving Bruce to drive home in quiet, so he didn’t run over anything or anyone. You were surprised by Alfred placing a cake with three candles on it on one end of the desk. Raising an eyebrow in questioning Alfred simply held a finger to his lips and turned around, hiding the cake from view when Bruce rolled in.

Bruce came up the pole and took off his cowl, smiling at the two of you.

“Surprise.” The first word out of the butler’s mouth. Alfred lead Bruce over to the cake, only adding to both of your confusions.

“I’m touched Alfred. But my birthday is not until October.” Bruce spoke the truth. He was 26 when he became the Batman, and when he met you, Bruce had only just turned 29.

“It’s an anniversary, Master Bruce. 3 years ago, tonight, you first dawned cape and cowl.” The father figure of your lover’s life explained to the two you with disbelief, most likely because neither of you remembered.

“Crime flies.” You mumble as you snuggle into Bruce’s side while you both looked at the three burning candles.

“Chop Chop. Make a wish.”

Bruce stood there for a moment before attempting, “I wish…” He didn’t seem to be able to get them out the first time, so he tried again. “I wish…” Only to meet with the same results. Instead he closed his eyes and hugged you a little closer.

“I wish they were here too. Very much so.” Alfred spoke from the other side with his hand on Bruce’s shoulder.

“To the memory of Thomas and Martha Wayne.” Bruce leaned forward blowing out the candles. “The reason I became the Batman.”

*Line Break Inc.*

“Chief Rojas, can you verify rumors that it was the Batman that apprehended crime boss, Rubert Thorn and his gang last night?” You paused in getting ready to leave for work, a proud high school English teacher, to take in what the police had to say about last night.

“Do you know of anyone who actually seen this Batman?” The Chief of police actually had the audacity to put finger quotes around ‘Batman’. You leaned over the back of the couch that Bruce sat on eating his breakfast.

“I uhm…” The reporter fumbled for an answer.

“Because he’s what’s called an “Urban Legend”.” Those dang finger quotes once more.

“Why that cheeky…” Both you and Bruce looked over to Alfred with slightly raised eyebrows. “Brand flakes sir.” Alfred leaned over and poured more into Bruce’s bowel.

“Easy Alfred. The Batman is right where he likes, hovering below the radar.”

“You never did like taking the spotlight for yourself.” You leaned over even more to give Bruce a kiss on the cheek while the news continued on.

“Well there you have it. In only 3 years time, our crime rate has plummeted to a nationwide low. Thanks to Gotham’s finest. Back to you, Jim.”

“Next up, Billionaire Bruce Wayne contributes an unprecedented sum to Gotham Children’s Hospital.” Bruce held up a hand which you automatically slapped, all without looking at one another. “And in Sports, Gators kick off a new season with tonight’s home game.” Bruce turned the TV off, allowing you to finish getting ready for work, and Bruce to start getting ready.

“Which billionaire Bruce Wayne and his girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/LN) will be there to enjoy.” Bruce set his bowl down as Alfred held out two tickets. “Your season tickets, sir and madam.”

“Ohh, tonight? Aw, but I had…” Bruce started to whine like causing you to straighten your back and fold your arms over your chest.

“Work to do in the Batcave?” Bruce looked behind him to you.

“For the Batman to remain under the radar, Bruce Wayne must occasionally venture above it.” Alfred spoke before Bruce could retaliate.

The billionaire sighed before looking back to you, “Pick you up from your apartment or the academy?”

“My apartment will do just fine.” You gave him a smile and a quick peck on the cheek before finishing getting ready for work.

*Line Break Inc.*

“You know,” Bruce leaned over to whisper into your ear while you tried to make sense of the game. Sports are not a specialty of yours. “I once toyed with the idea of buying the Gators.” You turned your head ever so slightly with a single raised eyebrow, waiting for the punch line. “Buying them lunch.”

“Weak.” You look back to the game while Bruce gave the most offended sounds.

“That is some of my best stuff.”

“Then you need,” You were interrupted by a beeping from his suit coat pocket. You bit your lip and looked over to Bruce who looked at the phone like item. “to be the bat?”

“Major Arkham breakout, all cells in the east wing.” Bruce didn’t look up until he finished speaking. Bruce put the item away and put his arm back around your shoulders. “I can look at the evidence after the police have left, like usual.”

“Bruce, it’s Arkham. The police aren’t going to leave anytime soon.”

“All the better to wait after the game.” A moment of silence came between the two of you before Bruce stood up and held his hand out to you. “The camera just rolled over us, Alfred knows that we were here. So does most of Gotham.”

“Time to be the bat then, I guess.” The two of you smirk at each other before you take his hand and sneak out of the game together.

The two of you got into the alleyway connected to the building, you called the bike while Bruce called the car. The motorcycle stopped right in front of you while the car almost ran over Bruce. “Gotta work on though stops.” You rolled your eyes and went to change behind a dumpster while Bruce changed in the batmobile. Your emergency suit, worn only when Bruce needed a pickup, is skintight and has a marble effect of navy blue and silver.

Just as you are about to put your helmet on you walk over the batmobile and tap on its window. Bruce opens the top, already in his suit and buckled, ready to drive off. You give him a chaste kiss on the lips and said against his lips, “Come back to me alive.” 

While you walked back to the batbike you put the helmet on. Sadly no comm in the helmet so you don’t have a chance to talk with Bruce as he heads to Arkham and you to the Batcave.

You get back to the batcave and turn on the comm just in time for you to hear Bruce comment, “That was theatrical.”

“What was?” You asked while changing back into your date clothes. A white off the shoulder shirt with bell sleeves, blue skinny jeans and nude sandal heels, one of your more favored date outfits.

“Someone just blew up the bridge to Arkham, not allowing the police over to prison.”

“Someone wants to be alone.”

The two of you were quite while Bruce slipped through Arkham without alerting the police outside. At the same time you sat the computer working through Arkham’s system to get to the security cameras so you could see everything.

“Takes after his Pa wouldn’t you say?” You heard a new voice over the comm.

“Who is that?” You abandone hacking into the system to focus on Bruce and whoever it is that he is confronting.

“What did you do to him?” Bruce asked instead.

“Just some laughing gas, drag. Don’t tell me you’re… not an inmate? What rational being dresses like you? And speaking of threads, think that this is a good look for me?”

“Who are you?”

“Finally asking the right questions.” You mumble as you get back to the task of hacking into the system. Which is taking longer than necessary, while your father worked IT your whole life and taught you how to fix just about any problem a computer could be having, he never taught you how to hack into another computer or system that wasn’t right in front of you.

“Joker.”

“Not what, Who?” Bruce argued, his patience running thin.

“Smear free. It’s perma-clown! Ohh, tough crowd. Look! Nothing up my sleeves!” The Joker is mentally twisted. You can tell just by the way that he chuckles. “Nothing that won’t put a smile on your face. Say cheese!” The Joker’s pure laugh was worse than his chuckle. “I’m out of gas…”

“And I am out of patience!” You heard something rip and you just hopped that it wasn’t anything important.

“We know how to spoil a coming out party. How do you expect me to spread mirth and whimsy without a proper hideout?!?”

“Bats, he needs help. Like real help and not the kind that Arkham offers.” You had finally gotten through the system and are now looking through the cameras trying to find the one with Bruce and the Joker.

“Listen Joker, you’re sick. You need help.”

“Well, maybe I am a little off.” You heard grunts and a thud like a body landing on the ground. Just as the Joker started speaking once more you found the right camera. “But what are you going to do? Lock me in the loony bin? I’m already here!” No audio from the cameras, but you have audio from the comms, so you weren’t worried, too badly.

You watched Bruce get up and start to fight the Joker.

“You know, I really love this place. My old hideout a shamble, and these digs just scream me!” They stopped for a moment letting you listen to the Joker pant and Bruce breath heavier, like he just finished a workout. “Okay…Take back the asylum but mark my words: this town has happy days ahead!” You had followed the fight through the cameras and had followed the Joker the same way until the cameras had stopped working and you weren’t able to follow him anymore.

“Smile Gotham!” You hear the Joker’s voice and you leap back through the cameras until landing on the one with Bruce, only to find him laying on the ground with some sort of contraption in the hallway.

“Cameras went out a few hallways down and I can’t track him anymore.” You sigh while leaning back into the chair.

“I’m headed back to the cave. With some evidence.”

“I’ll see if I can get Alfred to warm up some dinner for us.”

“Play a bit of buffer for me?”

“Get him use to the thought that we both skipped out the game and that you have evidence that we’ll be going over tonight and possibly tomorrow.”

You stand up and go up to the manor, receive a lecture from Alfred and help him make two plates, one for you and one for Bruce. When you both had gotten back to the cave Bruce was already back with someone on the gurney.

“Sir? A stranger in the Batcave?” Alfred spoke for the two of you, but once you had seen his face you dropped the plates you were holding for yourself and Bruce before covering your mouth with your hands. The feeling of bile in your throat. The mans face stretched to the extreme with a sick smile that had stretched his lips so wide and big they were bleeding, and his eyes, the pupils were barely there, so much of them were white.

“Tonight, we’ll make an exception.” Bruce walked away from the body and over to you, wrapping you up in a hug hiding the body from your view.

“Oh my, chap could use a dentist.” You wanted to smack Alfred for that comment.

“Or a medic.” Bruce looked over to Alfred.

“Right then.” Sounded like Alfred regretted his comment after seeing your state, thankfully enough.

Bruce walked you into the manor and into your bedroom where he took your shoes off and helped you lay down before quickly changing in the bathroom and joining you in bed, wrapping you up in his arms, seemingly to protect you from the world.

*Line Break Inc.*

“Chief Rojas, any suspects yet on this bizarre Jack in the Box hostage incident?” You and Bruce were listening to the news on the radio. Your head in his lap and his finger carding through your hair. You were taking the Saturday to just relax and not fret over the body down in the cave, which you will not be going down to until the body is gone. And Bruce was still working on the case, thankfully outside of the cave.

“I’m not at liberty to reveal whom.” You heard the chief say over the radio.

“They have no leads.” You mumble out being put to sleep by Bruce’s fingers.

“But, I feel confident our best detectives are closing in on them as we speak.”

You heard the radio turn off before you heard Alfred speak, “And Gotham Gator fans Bruce Wayne and (Y/N) (Y/LN) with nearly an alibi.”

“How’s our patient?” Bruce asked about the body instead of commenting on their absences at the game.

“Despite the ghastly grimace, fit as a fiddle. Poor fellow is simply a prisoner in his own body.”

“A sample of Joker’s Gas is our only hope of deriving an antidote. And I need to find it, before this madman puts a permanent smile on all of Gotham.” Bruce didn’t speak for a moment, his fingers stopping in your hair causing you to wake up and look up at him. “If I find the old hideout, I find this Joker.”

Just as you open your mouth to give him hope, Alfred spoke up. “Master Bruce, someone to see you.” You sit up as Bruce asks who it is, the door to the personal family room opened revealing Detective Ethan Bennet, one of the leading detective’s in the GCPD. “The police.” Alfred spoke in the most obvious of tones, some reason feeling the need to announce Detective Bennet’s presence though they all could see him.

“Detective, am I under arrest?” Bruce stood up first hiding the card he was looking at in his back pocket. You stood up as well and grabbed onto the arm that had put the card in his pocket. It was a tense moment before Ethan started laughing and the face you had pulled at the police officer.

“Yo Bruce!” Ethan, Bruce’s best friend since high school. The same high school that you currently teach at.

“Hey! Ethan!” You release Bruce so the two of them could do their strange man hug.

“Where’d you been my friend?” The detective had released Bruce and held him at arm’s length.

Thankfully Alfred answered before either Bruce or your self could fumble out an answer. “Master Bruce and Madam (Y/N) were at the game last night.”

“Speaking of, thought we were on set to shoot some hoops last week.” Ethan faked a punch to Bruce’s shoulder which Bruce dodged and faked one of his own.

“You’re not the only one that he’s skipping out on plans on.” Ethan stopped their fake boxing match and looked over at you for a moment before doubling over in laughter.

“You said that you’d never do that to (Y/N)!” He cackled some more, causing a not fond, fresh memory of the Joker’s laughter. “But here you are! Skipping out on (Y/N)! (Y/N) man! The woman you literally have never shut up about.” Ethan had wrapped an arm around Bruce’s neck and brought his head down so Ethan could rub his knuckles against Bruce’s head.

“Hey, what happens on the court stays on the court.” Bruce was annoying good at that whining thing.

“We never agreed to what was said on the court.”

“Well we should!”

“Not in this lifetime!” Bruce had gotten Ethan’s arm from around his neck just as Alfred came back with a tray of three mugs, emanating steam, and a brush. 

You took the brush and helped Bruce straighten out his hair while Bruce took both of your mugs and waited for you to finish with his hair before moving. He gave you your mug just as you handed the brush back to Alfred. The butler placed the brush on the tray and handed Ethan his own mug.

The three walked over to the chairs and couches, on the way Bruce asked, “So, why the sudden visit?”

“Not that we are complaining.” You reassured Ethan while sitting next to Bruce on one of the couches.

Ethan sat on the chair next to Bruce before leaning back into it with a sigh. “Just, I needed to talk to someone. Other than the guys at the station I mean. This is going to sound weird Bruce, but last night, I saw the Batman.” Across the room Alfred had dropped a vase shattering it on the ground causing you three to look over to see if he was okay.

“Only a Ming.” Alfred told the three of you. “And no, Madam (Y/N), I do not need help.” You pouted as you picked your mug off of the coffee table and took an annoying loud sip from it.

“So, he’s for real? What does he look like?” Bruce looked back to Ethan while patting your knee.

“Dude like you or me. ‘Cept he wears Bat jammas.” You hid your snickers in your mug while Ethan got to openly chuckle. “Tough part’s this Bruce, I really believe the Bats helping Gotham. Even if he is on the wrong side of the law, but he is getting a bad rap and the heats on me to take him down.” A moment of silence washed over the three of you, you tried to think of ways to help your boyfriend best friend. A glance at a picture frame on the coffee table had you smiling.

“Why don’t you two go play a few rounds of HORSE in the back?” You gave the two of them a gentle smile while taking Bruce’s mug from him and placed it on the coffee table. The two men looked to one another before racing to the backyard.

*Line Break Inc.*

The next day you were driving in your car on your way to meet up with a friend, after having spent the night at your own apartment not being able to be in the Manor and not be in the Batcave with Alfred and that body, listening to the news as the reporter talked about a hot air balloon in the sky last night over Gotham. The reporter went on to say the culprit was caught in Gotham Bay and was now serving time in Arkham.

Once you reached the park you were meeting your friend in, you looked to your phone seeing that you have received a text from Bruce.

BW: I missed you last night. Still do, and I wish you have a safe day.

(You): I missed you too. Just being in the Manor and in our room when you’re out crusading, doesn’t sit right with me. Even then I didn’t really sleep last night. I didn’t know for a fact that you had gotten back alive and safe. I am glad that you are alive to see another day.

BW: You called it our room.

(You): Don’t you have a meeting or something?

BW: On a Sunday?

You didn’t text him back once you saw your friend and the picnic that they had laid out. You can continue to argue with your boyfriend, once you have spent time with your friend.

*Line Break Inc.*

Mean while in Arkham Asylum. A guard, the same one that fell victim to the Joker Gas, was walking down a hallway checking rooms. “Steiner... Check… Mcswang… Check... 223… New Arrival… Check.”

Joker gave a laugh before speaking, though the guard had already moved on. “They all said I was sick in the head. They said, “I needed help.” Well, maybe I am a bit batty. Blame it on the Bats in my Belfry.”  The Joker gave his trademark laugh, even though he is locked up tight.

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