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World’s Greatest Detective

Title: World’s Greatest Detective Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/reader Word Count: 2519 Warnings: Sex in the batsuit, oral.... playful interrogation? Summary: You’re hiding something from Bruce, and he’s going to find out what.  One way or another. Author’s Note: As usual, this is in no particular universe.

In your defense, it had been Clark Kent’s idea.

Apparently, the whole thing had spawned during a conversation with Lois.  You weren’t sure exactly how it’d gone; probably Clark expressing a desire to do something to cheer up Bruce.  Not that Bruce was unusually unhappy; he was just like that.  In any case, Clark had suggested it, and either Lois hadn’t been able to talk him out of it, or Clark had shown such puppy like enthusiasm and excitement about it, that she simply hadn’t had the heart to point out the flaws in his plan.

So now here you were.  Part of a collection of your boyfriend Bruce Wayne’s friends and family.  Planning a surprise birthday party for him.  A surprise party for someone who was often called the world’s greatest detective.

You were doomed.

So, you weren’t particularly surprised one night when Bruce started to poke at you.  It was late, Bruce had finished patrol, and you, he, and Alfred were finishing up.  Putting things away, going over files, cleaning armor, the usual sort of things that needed to be tied up before you three could call yourselves done for the night.  Bruce had taken off his cowl, but kept the rest of the armor on for the moment as he went over files in the computer.

“You’re hiding something from me.”  Bruce broke the silence.  Alfred was on the other side of the cave.  Within shouting distance, but not the low conversational tone Bruce was using.  You were next to him, entering your share of the night’s information into another terminal next to him.  Bruce was using his Batman voice, the one that made you shiver.

“Bruce, are you arguing with the files again.”  You asked him without looking up, feigning misunderstanding.

“I’m talking to you.”  He replied sternly.  “Do you think I don’t know when you’re lying to me?”  It was the usual Batman voice, but there was something...

“Wait.”  You replied, pausing what you were doing to give him a surprised and amused look.  “Are you using your interrogation voice on me?”

“Answer the question.”

“What did I do?!”  You feigned confusion and amusement, not actual offense.  No need to turn the conversation ugly.  Bruce stared at you for a long moment, then hit a comms button.

“Alfred.”  Bruce said.

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

“Are you about done over there?  I’d like some time alone with Y/n.” “Just about,” Alfred replied, setting down what he was holding, with a faint smirk that you could just see from where you sat.  He turned and walked to the exit.  “Do try to keep the noise down, sir.”

And then he was gone.  You couldn’t help but feel excitement and dread in the pitt of your stomach.

You stood from your chair, aimlessly straightening the papers in front of you.  “I think I’m gonna go to bed, too.  It’s getting-”

“Stop.”  Bruce interrupted you.  You froze, unable to disobey.  Your eyes were fixed on the desk, too nervous to look up and see his expression.  You heard him move around, stand, and the slow footfalls over to you.

“Look at me.”  Bruce’s voice was firm and menacing, but soft.  You obeyed.

He’d put his cowl back on.  And turned the voice changer on.  Fuck.  He rested his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in, and leaned in until he was inches away.

“What aren’t you telling me.”  Batman growled at you.  Your breath caught, and for a moment you couldn’t speak.  Any other criminal might wet themselves in this situation.  You, on the other hand, were unbearably turned on.

“I, uh.”  Coherent words was a bit too much to ask under the circumstances.

“Tell me what you know.”  Batman growled again.

“I... there’s...”

“Tell me what this is about, and I’ll kiss you until you’re limp and weak.”

Shit.

“You-your birthday.  It’s about your birthday.”  You couldn’t look away from his eyes, any more than you could not answer him.  Bruce moved immediately.

Both his arms lifted from the table and wrapped around you.  One of them low on your back, the other cupping the back of your skull and holding you in place as his lips landed on yours and ravaged you.  You clung to him, arms gripping wherever they could reach, and sunk into him, able to do nothing more than submit to his passionate kiss.  His tongue was in your mouth, and you whined a little, stimulated at how helpless you felt in his arms.  He growled, and one leg pushed yours apart, slotting his hips between your legs until you could feel his suit’s codpiece pressing against you.  Your hands clenched on fistfuls of his suit and you moaned as he ground the codpiece into you.  His arms and the desk were all that was holding you up.

By the time he released you to slump back against the desk, you were dizzy.  Just as limp and weak as he’d promised.  His grip on you loosened, but his arms didn’t leave you.  The arm on top moved from your head down to the back of your shoulders.

“What are you planning for my birthday.”  Batman demanded.  His voice was still a rough growl, but it was softer after the demanding kiss.

“B- Batman, please.”  You whined, unable to focus beyond the memory of his lips on you.

“Please, what.”

“Touch me.”

“Tell me what you’re planning, and I will.”

“Fuck.”  You avoided his eyes.  You couldn’t turn him down.  “It... a surprise party, I-”  he didn’t wait for you to elaborate, before he went for your neck.  You gave a startled yelp as he ravaged your skin, right where he knew you were most sensitive.  Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, panting at the overwhelming stimulation.

He ground his codpiece into you, again and again, making you moan and babble into his shoulder.  Time stopped functioning, and all you were aware of was the orgasm approaching.  You clawed at the back of his suit, trying to leave scratches on skin that wasn’t exposed at the moment, cried his name in an attempt to warn him, but no other words would come.  His stubble and teeth scraped your sensitive skin, pushing you closer to the edge until you tumbled over it, screaming his name.  He kept grinding into you, pushing you higher until you finally collapsed in his arms.

Batman held you for a moment, just letting you go limp and try to recover before he continued his interrogation.

“Good girls get orgasms.”  Batman murmured in your ear.  You thought you’d need longer after that last orgasm, but hearing him say that in the Batman voice with the voice changer on?  You were suddenly very ready to go again.  His arms tightened around you, and he lifted you until you were sitting on the desk.  Your shirt was swiftly pulled off.  He leaned in, arms going around you to reach for the catch on your bra.  The feeling of his armored hands on your bare skin made you shiver.  When you felt his lips touch your neck again you gave a startled yelp, and he gave a dark chuckle before frying your brain again.  You dropped your head onto his shoulder, and your hands clenched at his armor.  Your thighs clenched tightly around his hips, clinging to him instinctively.  One of his hands detoured from your bra clasp to trail lightly up your spine.  You yelped and squirmed in his arms, drawing another dark chuckle.

He took pity on you after a moment, unlatching your bra and tossing it aside.  And then... he pulled away from you, startling you.  You leaned back a little, watching him curiously.  He reached into a belt pouch, and pulled out a zip tie.  Your breath caught and your eyes went huge.  He smirked at you, easily reading your arousal at his move.  He pulled your hands behind your back, and tied them in place.  The zip tie was loose, though; just tight enough to hold your hands there, but loose enoguh that you’d be able to pull them free with a little determined wiggling.

Batman put one hand on your shoulder, and gently pushed you down until you were lying on your back, your legs hanging down in the air.  He bent over you, resting one arm on the desk to support his weight, and attacked your nipple with lips and teeth and tongue.  His free hand tweaked the remaining nipple.  You squirmed and writhed on the table, instinctively trying to escape, but he’d left you nowhere to go.  The sight alone of his cowl bent over your breasts was enough to make you whine for him.

Then, abruptly, he stopped.  And stood.  Batman turned his attention away from you for a moment, unclasped both gloves, and set them down to the side.  You didn’t see exactly where.  His now bare hands went to your pants, making you shiver again when his skin brushed yours so close to your pussy.  He undid your pants, pulling pants and underwear off, discarding them.  Then he grabbed the nearby chair, pulled it over, and sat down.  Right between your parted legs.  Your throat was suddenly dry at the sight of him, still in the cowl, between your legs.  His eyes met yours.  You felt like his prey, and you didn’t mind a bit.  

“Good girls get orgasms.”  Batman reminded you.  He broke your gaze then, looking down at your wet and waiting pussy.  Then he leaned in, and devoured you.

One arm went across your hips, pinning you down and his thumb dropped down to tease your clit.  The other hand reached up your body to toy with one breast as his tongue thrust inside you.

His tongue found your gspot, rubbing against it and making your eyes roll back in your head and you thrashed on the table.  He ate you out like you were his favorite meal, like he never wanted to come up for air.  You squeaked and squirmed and whined his name, but there was no escaping.  Batman groaned into your pussy, and you felt the vibrations stimulating you and moaned helplessly.  Your hands struggled against the binds, but you weren’t escaping.  You shook in his grip, and felt an orgasm rapidly approaching.  You cried his name, gave broken pleas, but he never let up.  You screamed, your senses overwhelmed, and jerked in his grip.  You vision went white and time stopped, until he finally let you down.

It was a few moments before you came back to yourself.  Bruce was leaning over you, still cowled.  His face was clean, you suspected he’d wiped it off or something.  His arms were planted on either side of you, and he was gently nuzzling your face, waiting for you to come back.

“Batman,” you murmured, no real intention following the word.  You’d simply uttered his name out of a desire to hear it.  He smiled a little and kissed you, long and gentle with slowly growing desire.  The kiss continued into a long makeout, your hands struggling a little without result behind your back in a desire to touch him.  He ground his pelvis into you, gently at first, until he lit another fire in you and had you squirming and whining for more.  

He finally broke from your lips, letting you gasp for breath, and stood.  Your eyes followed him as his hands went to his belt.  You watched, breathless with anticipation as he removed just the crotch from his suit, a bit of his upper thigh plating coming with it.  He pushed down the pants of his underarmor suit, just enough to reveal his cock, huge and erect and weeping for you.  Your lips parted, your breathing coming hard with desire.  Bruce leaned back over you, planting his arms on the desk, moving until just the tip of his cock poked your eager pussy.

“One last question.”  Batman growled.  You’d honestly forgotten about the voice changer until right then.  You groaned and dropped your head back to the table in exhasperation.

“Batman, please-” you whined, but he didn’t wait for you to finish.

“Who was involved.  In my birthday surprise.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I won’t fuck you until you tell me.”  Batman growled, his voice low and tense with need.  But you knew better than to hope he’d break.

“Goddamnit.”  you swore.  Bruce’s hips swivled against you, rubbing his cock against you just enough to remind you how it’d feel to have him buried inside you.  You tried to keep your mouth shut, but damnit he felt good, and you wanted more.  Needed more.

“All right all right!”  You screamed, unable to resist any longer.  “Clark, it was Clark’s id-” he didn’t let you finish before he plunged into you.  

Slowly, letting your pussy adjust to his immense girth.  You screamed his name and arched your back under him, unable to focus beyond the feeling of his cock filling you more and more, inch by inch.  He finally bottomed out, and buried his face in your neck while he waited for you to adjust, giving little nips and licks occasionally.  When you adjusted, you tried to wrap your legs around his hips, but your muscles felt sore and dead, and you couldn’t make them move.

“Move,” you gasped.  “Please!”

Batman growled again, and obeyed.

One of his planted arms moved to your shoulders, holding you in place for his powerful thrusts to rock the desk.  His teeth sunk into your neck, and you wanted more than anything to wrap your arms around him, to grasp the ears on his cowl, but your hands were still bound behind you.  You tried to squirm, to arch into him, but you could barely think beyond the feeling of his thick cock pounding you beyond reasonable thought.  You two had fucked with him partly in the suit before, but something about him keeping the cowl and voice changer on to interrogate you drove you wild.

Your overworked pussy didn’t last long before you were coming again, and you last consious thought before pleasure overtook you was to feel him coming inside you, and then everything went black.

You awoke in Bruce’s cot in the batcave.  Cleaned up, and changed into one of Bruce’s spare button down shirts and boxers.  You were lying on your side, snuggled into Bruce’s bare chest as he drew patterns on your back.  He’d changed too, stripped down to nothing but his underwear.  You made a small moan, alerting him that you were awake, and he looked down at you.

“Are you all right?”  Bruce asked, concern creasing his forehead.

“Better than all right, after that.”  You smiled up at him, soothing his worry that he’d hurt you.  He smiled back at you.

“I look forward to you explaining this to Clark.”  Bruce told you, looking smug.  Your cheeks heated in embaressment, and you looked away from Bruce’s gaze.

“Oh no, I’m not telling him shit.  You’re just gonna have to explain how you found out.”

“We’ll see.”

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[hiibi]

God fucking dammit shout out to whoever reblogged a wholeass batmanxreader fic onto my dash bro I've been scrolling FAST trying to get to the end but I guess I'll just close the app and go back to work

#random talk #bro im not even mad like at least i get to go back to work or whatever #but still

[papikakashikahn]

THROUGH HER EYES - Battinson x Reader Oneshot

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Warnings: Angst, Victim Blaming, Nonconsenual encounter

Word Count: 4,000 words (ik but its a slow burn)

Summary : Bruce sends Y/N into the Iceberg Lounge for some information watching through her camera eye contact lenses but quickly regrets his neglect of her after a certain client cuffs Y/N to him in an attempt to make a pass at her. This results in a jealous Bruce who has yet to assert himself romantically with Y/N.

A/N: I knew I wasn’t alone after watching The Batman with Robert Pattinson and I couldn’t stop think about it in the two weeks since I saw it. Gonna see it again this weekend, but chile anyways he was just such a sexy mf that it got me literally feral. I was looking on tumblr for some x reader oneshots for late night reading but I couldn’t find any? Thus, this is for the rest of you who are in need for some angst in this unfortunate drought. This one shot is based around the eye contact lenses Batman used with Selena. Reminder: this is an x reader but also this takes inspiration from Selena’s work at the club in the movie. (ALSO: I made this an x fem reader but please replace her/she with whatever you want in your mind) Enjoy :)

“Stop touching them” he commanded Y/N.

She shut her eyes tightly and blinked repeatedly thinking it would alleviate the uncomfortable feeling the contact lenses left her eyes feeling, almost as if she had an eyelash stuck in it. 

“Are you sure no one can see them!?” she whined.

“Not unless you keep twitching like that” he replied dryly.

“Well they’re hurting me already, how am I supposed to last the night?” she snapped in frustration, leaning over the table.

“Look at me” he called, nudging her chin with his fingers to move her face towards him. 

She complied begrudgingly in letting him lift her chin up, however, she tried anything to avoid making eye contact because if she did she wouldn’t be able to keep down a blush. 

It didn’t last long though. Maybe in being in such close proximity to him, with the heat of his eyes lingering on her face. Or maybe it was his cologne which she didn’t really notice he had on until now… but either way, she couldn’t help but flash her eyes to him as he wanted. 

The way he looked down at her through his cowl with hooded eyes shrouded in black is what made her tense up. 

He looked so good like that

Her acknowledgment of that fact alone is what made it even even worse as that above all is what caused all the blood to rush to her face. Meeting his eyes, Y/N grit her teeth in hopes that it could potentially save her face from becoming red, but to no avail. His normally dead eyes had something else in them when looking at her like this, almost as if he was entertained. Observing this, Y/N wondered if it was seeing her face red like this that was making his eyes light up. On the other hand, his lips didn’t give any impression that he was feeling one way or another. 

‘He probably gets off at seeing me so moldable under his touch like this’ Y/N she thought to herself. But that thought too caused her face to turn evidently redder.

“Looks good” he muttered, dropping her chin from his touch without care. Y/N turned her head to the ground trying to save her the embarrassment of blushing.

He had a habit of doing things like that which always left her confused. She just couldn’t get a read on him nor tell what he was thinking. On the other hand, it felt like every time he looked at her he could read her like a book. It was unfair and frustrating

As Bruce turned coldly towards the computer where he would be watching this whole ordeal, she bit her lip looking down as if to swallow her pride.

-

Y/N strutted through the club after exiting the elevator. 

“You’re doing good, I’m getting a lot of names” Bruce praised into Y/N’s ear.

“If you hadn’t noticed it’s because they’re already staring at me Vengeance. But one glance from me however, and they’re in your register” she replied through her forced smile that she presented to club guests.

Who could blame them really with her looking like that?

Y/N continued on through the crowd with her signature strut that was making the men snap their necks.

“On your right, who is that…?” Bruce questioned Y/N. 

“I don’t know… but he’s staring offly hard, maybe it’s because he looks like he hasn’t felt a woman’s touch before in his life…” she muttered back to Bruce after passing the guy a short glance.

“Y/N-” Bruce groaned.

“What? Did that hit too close to home?” she smirked to herself at the comment. 

“You looked away too soon, look back,” he continued, ignoring her jokes. 

Y/N clenched her jaw in annoyance.

“If I look back now he’s going to make a pass on me, is that what you want?” she puffed in annoyance.

“I need the ID Y/N” he insisted, avoiding her comments. 

At this reply she rolled her eyes, agitated at what he was making her do behind the safety of the computer. He seemed to have no problem putting her into situations like this where she was bound to be sexually harrassed.

“I can tell you just rolled your eyes Y/N” Bruce complained in her ear. Y/N tensed as her face went red once again.

“Shut up” she muttered as she looked back over to the guy like he had asked.

“Happy now?” she asked through clenched teeth as she gave the man a light wave, staring him down.

“That’s Gil Colson the D.A” Bruce announced to Y/N. However, amidst Colson’s shock that anyone like her was even remotely looking in his direction, Y/N felt a tight clasp around her raised.

Y/N looked over to her right and saw a flash of silver.

They were handcuffs.

She twisted around to the guy who handcuffed the other half to his own wrist. He certainly wasn’t bad looking by any means. The young man was rather good looking. However, he just wasn’t her type, especially for a guy who just goes around handcuffing himself to women.

“He’s a detective for the GPD, Cameron Dennis, don’t panic” Bruce stated into Y/N’s ear.

“Hi…” Y/N began acting as if this was a normal night in the club for her… men handcuffing themselves to her like this.

“Hi,” he greeted back with a playful smile. After a moment of smiling blankly at each other, Y/N decided to ask about the elephant in the room.

“Am I under arrest?” Y/N asked, lifting up her end of the cuffs and passing them a glance.

He smiled brightly at her noticing this. 

“Well you’re just so bad I couldn’t help but cuff you” he explained nonchalantly. After tilting her head in confusion he let out a stifled laugh.

“I’m Cam-” “Cameron Dennis, I know” Y/N interrupted confidently. He titled his head intrigued at how she knew this.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Bruce asked, also intrigued. She ignored him as she didn't really have the opportunity to respond.

“I’m sorry… have we met before-?” Cameron questioned, leaning down into her. 

“You don’t remember me from your dream last night?” Y/N flirted innocently.

He smiled, looking down and then back up at her. 

“Listen…I’ll let you have this…” Cameron began as he raised a key with his other hand “...if you spend 15 minutes with me and my friends in our section” he finished.

“Sit with them... he might tell you something.” Bruce commanded into Y/N’s ear. 

It’s not like she really had a choice however.

“I promise I'll make it worth your while…” Cameron chided.

Y/N pulled her half of the cuffs away from her body, forcing Mr.Dennis onto her as she stood still, now close to his ear.

“15 minuets with me and you’ll be begging for that key” she purred into his ear. “You’d be surprised how long I can last honey” he replied. Y/N was slightly intrigued at this guy's attitude as he pulled her back to his section. 

Y/N often liked the feeling that she had such control over men. It felt powerful and satisfying. However, it could quickly turn scary when that power was lost and it was the man who was toying her around. That wasn’t as fun. She couldn’t help but think of Bruce. He had this virgin energy about him that made him even more attractive. Although she had known him to be closed off and cold, there was another side to him that was vulnerable and which she knew cared for her at the end of the day. She had a habit of toying with Bruce. He didn't seem to mind her touch, but those moments seemed to have an inverse effect than intended as they made her develop a stronger crush on him while he remained uninterested.

But yet again, there were moments like today where he did show some sort of romantic interest, especially in the rare occasions that he did touch her (which he may or may have not known would have such a profound effect). But Bruce would drop it almost as soon as he started it. Maybe watching first hand a man like Mr. Cameron Dennis here taking initiative would light a fire under his ass.

Dennis abruptly pulled Y/N into the spot next to him and proceeded to introduce her to the friends around him. “That’s Herald Jacobs, Louis Keffer, Bobbie Turner, his friend Gina, and Gil Colson” Cameron introduced. “Guys, this is... i’m sorry sweetie what was your name again?” Cameron asked, turning back to Y/N. She forced a smile. “Y/N!” she shouted, over the music. “Right... Y/N! This is Y/N everyone!” Cameron announced, holding up their cuffed hands for everybody to see and laugh.

“Wow Cam you really cuffed her didn’t you?” Louis laughed. 

“Well I couldn't let her get away…” He snickered. 

Y/N bit her tongue at how uncomfortable it was for her lack of freedom was turned into being a trophy for Cameron.

“Mr.Colson I think I've seen you on TV, you’re the D.A right?!” she asked. “Yes!” he nodded excitedly. After all, this might possibly be the first time anyone like her seemed to notice his existence.

“We’re all from the GPD actually!” Colson exclaimed, pointing around the section. 

“Why so many cops?” Y/N questioned, leaning into Cameron. “Well we’re investigating how this club has so many gorgeous women like yourself working here” he smiled at her. “Oh...” Y/N nodded sarcastically. 

“In reality it’s because we have sort of free admission thanks to the deal that went down between the GPD and an inside informant…” he explained to Y/N after pouring a shot of liquor into a glass. 

“What deal?” Bruce groaned into Y/N’s ear. Y/N repeated the question aloud to Cameron.

Cameron took a moment to glance at Y/N before continuing which made her tense under his stare.

‘Was she asking too many questions?’ She thought to herself .

“Take a shot with me and I'll go on…” he stated, jeering the shot glass to her. 

“Y/N don’t drink that” Bruce urged.

Y/N ignored his advice before taking the shot out of Cameron’s hand and taking it down.

“Y/N?” Bruce questioned in her ear, shocked that she was veering from his desired script.

Y/N tried to hold back her reaction to the liquor by pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth. When she looked back over to Cameron who had also taken a shot, seemingly without as much blow back as her, he was simply staring at her.

“The Maroni deal, you might have heard about it on the news” he stated before pouring another two shots.

“What about it?” Y/N questioned after suppressing her vomit from the last shot.

“Say ‘ahh’ baby” Cameron demanded without answering her question. Slightly confused, Y/N let Cameron tilt her head back with his hand and pour a shot into her gaping mouth. It reminded her of earlier in the evening, but he lacked the cold yet tender touch Vengeance had. Nevertheless, the shot left just as much of a bad taste in her mouth.

“Y/N!” Bruce shouted in her ear which reminded her that he was even seeing this in the first place. Nevertheless, he wanted information and she was doing whatever she could do in her means to get it. Also, although she didn’t really care for liquor, hearing the sweet sounds of Bruce's frustration with her was making this situation all the better.

“Good girl. Well anyways… the GPD got a lot of money from the Maroni deal due to an inside informant, but for a lot of people, it wasn’t enough. They wanted more benefits, access to this club for example” he explained.

“You included I suppose?” Y/N added.

“Me included” he pressed his lips while lifting another shot for her to take.

“What did I just say Y/N?” Bruce scolded her ear.

Y/N leaned into Cameron’s ear. “Why are you telling me so much?”  she cooed innocently. He smirked at her in return.

“Because I know I'll be able to make you forget it by tomorrow morning” he practically growled in her ear as he squeezed her thigh with his free hand which she made a point to glance down at for Bruce's viewing pleasure… or displeasure preferably. 

Nevertheless, Bruce remained silent although he most certainly saw it. The advance was not welcomed, but this was a part of Y/N’s nightly routine in the iceberg lounge and so it didn’t come as much of a surprise anymore.

As the night went on, it was clear Cameron was becoming more and more drunk which was starting to make Y/N’s stomach turn. Of course she had seen countless men in her work here get shitfaced, however, she was never once handcuffed to one. He seemed to have no problem toying Y/N around, and it was getting crystal clear that would become a problem. As Cameron tried to maintain a conversation with his friends, under the table he was dragging his cuffed wrist over to his right, which consequently was dragging Y/N’s too. Looking down, Y/N eventually realized what he was trying to do here, until with one swift movement Cameron tried to pull his hand quickly to the right in an attempt to get Y/N’s hand on his crotch. Y/N pulled her hand away with a contrasting force to prevent it which caused Cameron to be interrupted in his conversation.

“You and I have had enough Y/N, get the key and leave” Bruce complained.

“It’s not that easy” she responded aloud.

“What’d you just say?” Cameron questioned with furrowed eyebrows thinking that the response was aimed at him.

“That’ll cost you baby” she added in relation to what he was trying to pull there just a second ago. 

“I thought it was included in our 15?” he queried innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him, tired of the antics.

“Speaking of which, those are over.” She responded in a dead tone voice.

“Shut up” he laughed it off, pouring another shot, but this time, ripping off the seal to one of the drop packets on the table and pouring it into the shot. He then proceeded to grab her face roughly.

“Y/N!!!” Bruce yelled in her ear

Cameron then proceeded to force his thumb into Y/N’s mouth and tried to open it enough to pour the shot in again.

“Don’t you dare swallow that!” Bruce barked out .

Forcing the shot into her mouth, he then wrapped his hand around her face. “You’ll get used to swallowing with me” Cameron smirked, admiring her.

Y/N let it sit in her mouth until at once she spit it onto him.

“I’m more of a spit type of gal…” she smirked in response. He looked down shocked , causing her to then tense seeing he was visibly furious.

“What about choking?” he growled, reaching his hand forward as if to grab her throat. Y/N ducked her head down in an attempt to shield her neck as she flinched. 

“I’m gonna kill him!” she heard Bruce pipe. 

“Fine” Cameron continued, without grabbing Y/N. He reached under his thigh to reveal the key to the handcuffs.

 “Is this what you want this Y/N?” he questioned, holding it up to her. 

She pressed her lips together refusing to respond. “The bigger question is, what are you going to do to get it?” he teased, practically pushing it in her face.

Annoyed, as soon as Y/N reached to grab the key in front of her, he yanked it over his head which she straddled over him for. Although she knew everyone in the section was looking at her and furthermore her coworkers throughout the club, she was desperate for the whole thing to end.

“Kiss me and I'll give it back Y/N” he offered, still holding the key out of reach.

“Grab it and go!” Vengeance begged in her ear.

“Just one” Cameron pleaded, propping himself up from laying somewhat down on the coach to meet her half way for said kiss.

“Y/N!” Bruce panicked.

 Y/N didn’t find the situation funny anymore and she was too confused as to what she would do next. Slowly however, she leaned into Cameron thinking she could just grab the key at the last second and figure out the rest from there. However, she wasn’t allotted much time to close the gap as Cameron proceeded to grab her hair from the back of her head and force her onto his lips, even slipping his tongue into her mouth for the moment.

In shock, Y/N pushed herself off of him quickly, got up, and left considering he unlocked the handcuffs during the forced kiss.

Wiping her mouth she rushed to the bathroom where she felt like throwing up. What was more embarrassing than the fact that that section of the club was staring at her for putting up a fight with a client was that furthermore Bruce had seen the whole thing.

The music of the club was barely audible inside the cruddy bathroom that she managed to escape to and barley audible above the ringing in Y/N’s ears. She leaned over the bathroom sink trying to catch her breath.

“What the hell was that?” Bruce questioned Y/N in a raised voice. Y/N snapped her head up at the mirror.

“I don’t fucking know, you tell me! You’re the one who makes me do this shit for your sick hobbies” she protested in response.

“I asked for a simple ID not for you to fuck him!” he chimed.

Y/N never heard him curse let alone raise his voice at her, but above all her frustration was at the fact that Bruce was acting like he didn’t just see the guy force her onto him.

“Really Bruce?!” she gawked.

“Don’t yell my name Y/N!” he snapped.

“How fucking dare you, I bet its easy sitting behind a computer screen just to fucking judge me! I deal with this bullshit every night! I can’t fucking believe you…” she cried in shock. The next thing Bruce saw was Y/N reaching into her eyes for the contacts to take them out, which would leave him in the dark.

“Don’t hang up on me Y/N-!” Bruce exclaimed, but the voice connection also ended from Y/N

-

After the video call had ended from Y/N’s part, Bruce found himself replaying the video over and over of the guy forcing shots down her mouth, forcing Y/N onto him. He knew he was putting her through situations like this for his benefit which was wrong, and he knew she wasn’t trying to play into the guy. But it was in rewatching the video, the way she sweet talked into his ear made him see red. Although it all made him sick watching it the first time, it made him even more upset watching it a second, and then a third, and then a fourth…

The video was played on a continuous loop until the entrance of the batcave opened to abruptly interrupt him. Bruce quickly closed out of the file and turned around to find Y/N strutting over to him, clearly upset. Bruce tried to evade looking at her as a means to prevent from lashing out, deciding to instead look at the floor.

Y/N slammed the lens pack on the table beside him, causing Bruce to snap his eyes up at her, opening his mouth ready to say something but his brain didn’t catch up quite as quick to figure out what. Her eyes lingered on his with a fire in them before turning away to leave. Bruce rolled his tongue over his teeth before leaping to his feet.

“Come here!” he demanded.

“Fuck you!” she spat without giving him a second glance as she headed for the door.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, grabbing her and pinning her to the wall without much force.

She didn’t even flinch at this.

“Let go of me!” she spat. The tone and level of her voice even made Bruce drop his grip immediately as it was so startling. 

He held his tongue to the roof of his mouth, regretting being so forceful with her after tonight. He’s never done that to her before, and she certainly hasn’t done it to him. 

Y/N didn’t hold back from meeting Bruce’s eye contact, but the intensity of her anger sort of threw Bruce off. He was lost in what he was doing at the moment.

Y/N turned to leave but instead of grabbing her again (as he was slightly scared of doing so with her previous reaction), instead Bruce put up his arm in the way to block her from leaving.

“I want to talk about it!” he roared

“Well I don’t!” she retorted trying to evade him the other way until he put his arm up on the left to box her in.

She tilted her head back against the wall in frustration.

 “Why did you let him do all that to you?” “What do you mean let!? You’re acting like it was consensual”

“To a certain point - you leaned into him to kiss him and let him pour drinks down your mouth? What the fuck was that about Y/N?”

“I leaned in to get the key back , and what does it matter to you anyways, I'm just the bait for information that you’ll let anyone sexual harrass in order to get ID’s out of” she intoned.

“Well you sure don’t seem to mind the attention!” he barked back without much thought.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.

“Fuck you Bruce, you probably liked watching it” she sneered

“I fucking hated it actually” “Oh really?” “Yeah” “Well why’s that Bruce, did you wish that was you???” “What?” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Do you wish you had enough balls to come onto me like that?” she stated so confidently although inside she was too nervous to hear his response.

He continued to furrow his eyebrows at this notion and this is where Y/N felt like she was in too deep.

“Why? Is that what you like Y/N? Is that why you work there…? You liked to be toyed around by random men in the club? Is that it?” Bruce tested

“No?!” Y/N contested

“Then what is it Y/N?”

“Not any man, yo-” she choked on the last word emitting out her throat.

Silence consumed the two after that last word that had barley lingered on her lips as Bruce caught on even through Y/N’s embarrassment. His arms loosened a little at the thought.  

“Is that what you want from me Y/N? For me to act like that? Come onto you like that?” he questioned.

“Maybe!?” she asserted confidently but nevertheless unsure.

“Fine then” he muttered before crashing his lips onto hers.

Y/N was taken aback by this but being that she was waiting for this moment for such a long time she certainly wasn’t disappointed.

In the first few seconds Bruce seemed unsure of what he was doing and whether he was doing it right at that… however… Y/N was pleasantly surprised that Bruce’s seemed to know how to kiss although he was initially apprehensive in even approaching her after all this time.

Y/N she tried to slip her tongue in, but he stepped back from her abruptly.

“Better?” he postulated, unsure of how he was doing.

“No” she groaned before pulling him back onto her desperately for more. And so they continued with Bruce pressing her harder against the wall. This still didn’t feel close enough for Y/N, however, who wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Naturally, Bruce hoisted her higher against the wall to which Y/N proceeded to wrap her legs around his torso, clinging to the broad shoulders masked under his armor.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Bruce muttered through the exchange of saliva. “It wasn’t your fault… I just hated what he was doing” he whispered against her ear.

This was possibly the most talking Bruce ever did before.

Nevertheless, one good thing about Bruce was that he was always mature enough to admit when he was wrong.

“Make it up to me” she whined in his ear.

 Bruce titled his head slightly as if to ask how as he looked down in her eyes through that hooded eye look of his.

He loved to communicate through his eyes, and that's possibly what made him hotter.

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Wanted Man (1)

Wanted Man Masterlist

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Words: 3750

Warnings: the tension is real.

A/N: Please please comment and tell me how I am doing. I am in constant need of validation. I am not sure if I will have a taglist or not.

They promised clear skies last night. But you should have known better, this city never saw the sunlight. It didn’t matter either way, you’d worked under worse conditions for years and from what you’ve heard, it had gotten better over the last few months. You kept on looking at the skyscraper ahead of you, wondering why your advisor requested for you to meet with the COO of Wayne Enterprises. It wasn’t a request per se, more of a command if you were honest with yourself. But you weren’t one to negotiate with her, especially when you could tell how little space she left for a reply from you. 

“Black coffee for Y/N.” You heard the barista yell out from behind you, excusing yourself as you made your way through the crowd impatiently waiting for their drinks. Once you grabbed the drink, you quickly headed out of the coffee shop, looking at your watch to see if you were still on time. So busy juggling your notebook, the phone and the coffee, you didn’t see the gentleman exiting his car right in front of you. There was no time to react, dread washing over you as you realized how much the fall would hurt and that yes, there was now coffee all over your white shirt. 

“Ah crap really? Of all the days...” You dabbed at the stain on your shirt in vain as you stood up, picking up your phone and looking for your notebook when you saw that the gentleman had already picked it up for you.

“I believe this is yours.” The timbre voice snapped you out of your pain and you looked up in time to see who it was you had also just spilled your drink on. 

And it was at that precise moment that your lungs collapsed in fear. You stared at him for a few seconds before you realized the smile aimed at you was not meant to be friendly but- actually, you couldn’t quite understand what kind of smile it was but you didn't want to stick around to find out.

“I am so sorry sir, I usually watch where I’m walking but I didn’t see you at all I swear. Shit that probably costs more than my apartment and I just spilled my coffee all over it. I could pay for the dry-cleaning sir...sorry no not that you can’t afford to pay for it I just meant that I could-”

“Please, don’t worry about it.” He cut you off and you shivered under his direct gaze, one that shamelessly took in your form before returning to your eyes and maintaining eye contact until you couldn’t help but look away. “Normally, I would offer to buy you another one but I believe neither of us have the time.” He could tell how nervous you were, choosing to look away from your heaving chest as he buttoned his suit and shut the door of his car. You were about to say something when you saw his driver walk out and stand behind him.

“Would you like to change before the-” 

“That’s alright Alfred, it's not like anyone will report me.” He turned to his driver and nodded, letting him know he didn’t need his services at the moment. Looking at his watch, he frowned and adjusted his clothes one more time before walking away.

“You should be more careful.” You blinked at him confusingly, unable to look away as he took his phone out and dialed someone as he walked the opposite way. 

Was there even a point to go to the meeting now? 

You tried to find any excuse to tell your advisor but you were a horrible liar, and she knew that more than anyone. 

“What have I done?” You whispered to yourself as you made your way to the highrise building you were sure you’d be kicked out of as soon as you entered. You kept on looking around to see if he was anywhere nearby but when you saw that his car, and the driver, remained in the same spot, you decided it was better to go and end the meeting quickly rather than avoiding it all together.

“Hi, I have a meeting with Dr. Fox in fifteen minutes. I was sent on behalf of Dr. Karen Fairbanks.” You told the security guard at the front desk, sighing in relief when he asked you to follow another guard to the elevator. So he didn’t ask for the meeting to be canceled yet? That must be a good sign. 

You waited in the elevator as the guard swiped his access card and pressed on the 39th floor button. The elevator ride didn’t give you nearly enough time to try and figure out what you would say should the meeting not go your way. A loud ding announced your arrival and as soon as you stepped out of the elevator, another guard greeted you and led you to the only door visible on the floor. You walked behind him and sighed at how loud the silence was, thanking him when he opened the door for you and asked you to go inside.

“Hi, I’m here for-”

“Good morning, you must be Y/N Y/L/N. He is ready for you. You can go ahead.” The woman never stood from her chair, smiling at you as she waited until you moved towards the second door. You reluctantly turned the handle of the door and pushed through, quietly shutting it behind you before turning around and making your way to the desk.

“Good morning Dr. Fox, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You were proud of how steady your voice was, reaching out to shake his hand only to be met with two warm ones on top of yours. 

“Please, call me Lucius. There are no formalities among colleagues.” He softly tapped on your hand before walking around the desk to sit down, motioning for you to take a seat opposite him.

“C-colleagues? I am sorry sir I believe you are mistaken.” You responded, not sure what he was speaking of as you flipped your notebook to explain to him what it was you were doing here. “Surely Karen told you what it was we are looking for?” Fox raised an eyebrow when you shook your head, sitting back and taking a few moments to collect his thoughts. 

“Well, in that case, let me fill you in. Wayne Enterprises is looking to...expand. Not just metaphorically but literally. I’ve spent months attempting to convince Mr. Wayne of this project and I had spoken to Karen a while back to let her know I needed her top student for this large-scale development should he agree. And one he agreed, I asked her to send whoever she chose over so I could finalize everything and get started. She must’ve mentioned at least something with relation to this?” 

“I- wow umm sorry, excuse me sir this is all a bit to take in. She hadn’t said anything apart from an hour meeting with yourself. I was meant to ask you a few questions about the underground structure of Wayne Enterprises and ask if you would be willing to assist in a similar one in New York. She mentioned nothing of what you had just told me.” Fox said nothing, smiling at you before asking if you needed anything to drink.

“No thank you sir, I have already spilled coffee on my shirt  earlier and I’d rather not make a fool out of myself again.” You tried to return the smile but didn’t have the energy to do so.

“Would you be surprised if I told you I thought that was a design on the shirt?” He tried to put you at ease but it did little to your nervous spirit. 

“You are too kind sir.”

“Lucius. Or at least I hope that is how you’ll address me soon.” His tone became more serious and you thought he might be a little impatient. Before you could respond, the door to the office was opening, in walking the man you wished you wouldn’t be able to see ever again.

“Mr. Fox, I do apologize for my tardiness, I ran into some-” The words died in his throat as soon as he took one look at you and it took everything in his power to not smirk at your obvious distress. “Something urgent came up and I needed to take care of it. Hi, Bruce Wayne. Pleasure to meet you.” Bruce took three strides before he stood right in front of you, reaching out his hand to shake yours. When you couldn’t move, he took a deep breath and sat opposite you, crossing his legs before turning his attention to Fox.

“I must apologize Mr. Wayne, but I believe my old friend did not fill in our architect.”

“Really? How so?” Bruce rested his cheek on his hand and waited for you to respond. When you didn’t, he asked Fox to tell him what you discussed so far. You suddenly felt light-headed, refusing to acknowledge the situation you were currently in until you heard your name a few times.

“Sorry, yes?”

“Well, I was just asking for a reason behind your apprehension? Is it a salary problem or relocating?”

“R-relocating?” You looked at Bruce then Fox, then back to Bruce again.

“It is my understanding that Mr. Fox informed you of the importance of this project, and I do not make light of such matters, especially ones in need of such a large investment. You’d have to relocate to Gotham. Most of the work following your sketches, should they be approved, will require you to be on site at all times and I cannot have you wasting time going to and from New York.” Bruce spoke with such eloquence and authority you couldn’t not shift in your seat.

And although you were only looking at him for a few seconds, he was studying every one of your movements, his chest slowly filling with pride when he noticed the effect he had on you.

“Sir, I- with all due respect, I do not think I am the person you want on such a project. I only just received my Masters and I assure you there are many more capable architects out there than myself, whether in my graduating class or ones already established. You will have no trouble finding the perfect fit for you.” You silently cursed at yourself for that last sentence but you paid it no mind. “And even if I were to take you up on your offer, I have to say that I do not have nearly enough to relocate on such a short notice.”

“As far as I can tell, your objections all have solutions.” Fox cut you off, digging through one of his drawers before taking out a folder and handing it to Bruce. “I would not have agreed to hire you without an interview had I not seen your portfolio Ms. Y/L/N. It is quite exceptional if I may say so myself. Most architects I’ve worked with are more theoretical than practical, choosing to rely on every penny going into the building without truly caring for its function or what it communicates once it is erected. But your designs are more practical and reliably distributed than anything. As for the second matter, I am sure Mr. Wayne will have no problem convincing you to come on board. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do need to ask my secretary for something.” And with that, he stood up and walked out of his office, leaving you a flustered mess in front of the one man you dreaded talking with.

You’d spent a few minutes in silence before daring to look up, only to see that Bruce was already gazing at you.

“Do I have the face of a monster Ms. Y/L/N?” Of all the questions you thought you’d be asked today, that was the last one you expected.

“N-no sir not at all.”

“Then there must be some other reason behind your refusal to look at me as we speak.”

“S-sorry Mr. Wayne I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just that-”

“Nevermind. I do believe I must convince you to take on this project because I will not hear the end of it from Mr. Fox if I don’t.” You could tell he sounded more annoyed and you hated to be on the receiving end of that tone.

“And why is that?”

“Well, for starters, I’ve never seen him speak this passionately about someone else’s work so you must be exceptional at what you do. I am sure we could come to an arrangement on such a short notice. How does one fifty sound?” Bruce asked neutrally and you took a deep breath before deciding to look at him again. 

You’d thought he was a handsome man on the news, but now that you were this close to him, he was somehow much more attractive. The pictures didn’t do him any justice. He was much more broad-shouldered, his hair softer than it looked on screen. And my god, were all billionaires this fit? His suit wasn’t too tight on him but it was constricting enough for you to see how potentially muscular he was. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to his eyes. You weren’t sure if they were brown or just an incredibly dark hazel color. Either way, they managed to look straight through you and you barely managed to maintain eye contact with him this time around.

“One fifty sir?” You asked, not sure what he meant by that number.

“I can make it two hundred if you want me to. I am sure you’ll deliver.” He crossed his arms, and you couldn’t help but shift your gaze to the way the dark material of his suit clung around his biceps.

“You misunderstand me, what do you mean by one fifty?” The question must have surprised him because his eyebrows furrowed for a second before relaxing again.

“One fifty an hour of course.” Bruce remained unfazed by your surprised reaction, gauging your reaction carefully. 

“Y-you are too kind Mr. Wayne but-”

“I am not a cruel man Ms. Y/L/N.”

“That wasn’t what I mean sir. I only wanted to say that for a fresh graduate who hadn’t worked on previous projects, you might regret that number. My work has only been on paper.”

“You would be horrible in business. I’ve never met anyone who asked for less in exchange for his time and efforts.” He chuckled and if it weren’t for the fact that he may have just given you a backhanded compliment, you would have returned the gesture.

“I am only attempting to be honest. One fifty is more than enough Mr. Wayne.”

“So you will take the job?” Bruce hadn’t meant to sound so eager but when he knew you hadn’t noticed his excitement, not with the way you were still staring almost timidly at him.

“I would be dumb not to. Student loans aren’t a joke.” You rang your fingers and Bruce immediately shifted his attention to the nervous tick, incapable of understanding why you were so rigid, perhaps even fearful, around him.

“Ah yes, I am sure Columbia University was not a walk in the park.” Bruce said as he stood up, buttoning his suit and placing your portfolio on the desk before turning around towards you.

“I take it that is a yes?” He waited for your response patiently, smirking at you when you nodded and wavered through an answer. 

“Yes sir, it would be my pleasure to be associated with Wayne Enterprises,” you stood up and stretched out your hand for him to shake, amazed that he never brought up the coffee thing this far. He still hadn’t changed and you wondered why a man of his standing would purposely walk around all day long in that state, knowing fully well paparazzis were everywhere. 

He took your hand and you felt your heart skip a beat at how warm and firm it was. Bruce watched your body language, amazed at how quickly you responded when it was only a small touch. You watched as he placed his hands and his pockets and said nothing more, raising an eyebrow when you didn’t budge. 

Thankfully, Fox entered the office again and approached you, smiling before welcoming you on board and telling you that you’ll receive an email from him shortly. You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, bidding the secretary a good morning before almost breaking the ‘close doors’ button.

“Believe me the pleasure was all mine.” Bruce whispered to himself as he watched you go, turning to Fox and shaking his head at him. “I don’t want to hear it.” He said, sitting down and crossing his legs again before picking up your portfolio. 

“A bright young lady, one of the top in her class. Fairbanks couldn’t wait five minutes before telling me about her work. I think you will not be disappointed by her Mr. Wayne.” Fox said as he looked out the window of the high rise.

“You don’t have to convince me Mr. Fox, I can see for myself.” Bruce gestured at the portfolio but Fox couldn’t help but warn him. “I assure you Mr. Wayne, I know you have seen her work yourself. But I will keep reminding you that she is a great asset for the team, one I would hate to let go should she run into any...executive problems.” Fox was no longer smiling, his serious expression enough of a warning sign to Bruce.

Bruce turned his attention to Fox, knowing fully well what he was implying. He knew his friend meant well but for some odd reason, he felt a bit possessive over you already.

“She’s too young for me Mr. Fox, and I can assure you, she will not have to deal with executive problems.” Bruce stood up and took the portfolio with him, knowing fully well Mr. Fox can see the files in his hands. 

“Good day Mr. Wayne.” 

“And to you Mr. Fox.” Bruce waved back as he exited the office and headed to his car. He’d already put your name in his system, his paranoia getting the best of him yet again. It would be a shame if you weren’t who you said you were. By the time he’d finished all his meetings and arrived at the penthouse, Alfred had already prepared every record on you and placed it on his bed.

“Impressive girl Master Wayne. I didn’t realize we’ve started checking individuals who spill their drinks on you.” Alfred bellowed sarcastically as he set down dinner on the nightstand. 

“Very funny Alfred.” Bruce shook his head at the butler before flipping through the pages. 

“There is nothing out of the ordinary in those files, and yet you’ve read every word.”

“She’s my new architect,” Bruce responded as he read up on your undergraduate work.

“Your architect?” Alfred couldn’t help but smile when Bruce looked up and threw imaginary daggers at him. “The new architect, happy now.” And he laughed even more when his master responded with irritation. 

“Oh you misunderstand my curiosity Master Wayne, I only meant to remark on the job and not your choice of adjectives.” Alfred left before he could get a response but he knew Bruce was staring at him as he walked away.

“She’s too young for me!” Bruce yelled out to the empty hallway, knowing fully well he wouldn’t hear the end of it. He quickly finished his meal before accessing the numerous dummy corporations he had scattered around for pursuits he didn’t want to be associated with. By the end of the night, he’d gotten in touch with Ascendium Education Group and sent them a few invoices, telling them to contact him, through the corporations of course, when they received the checks. 

Bruce went to sleep that night more satisfied than he’s ever been in years. But this satisfaction was short-lived when he realized that yes, you were too young for him. More importantly, you didn’t deserve being associated with someone like him, not that you weren’t already when news went out that he was looking to expand. 

Following the meeting, you took the ferry back to New York, and spent the entire commute talking with your advisor. She told you that you’d understand her deception once you spoke to Fox, letting you know that she shouldn’t be seen as favoring anyone. You’d asked her for an honest answer and she told you that while she did not consider this as partiality towards you, other students and professors in the department might misunderstand. And when you finally asked her the dreaded question regarding doctorate applications, she told you that you probably wouldn’t need to worry about that for a very long time. Being associated with Wayne Enterprises would open many doors for you and even if there weren’t job offers after the completion of this project, the salary would be more than enough to cover you until you did find a job or decided to go back to school. You’d thanked her for her time and recommendation, telling her that you did in fact take the job and planned to move in the next few weeks. 

When you got back to your apartment, your excitement got the best of you and you started packing your things, telling your rather inattentive roommates that you would be moving out soon. Before you went to sleep, you checked your emails and saw that Dr. Fox had already sent you an email, your eyes widening in horror when you saw that Mr. Wayne was cc’d. He had an email? Wasn’t there someone that did this stuff for him?

You quickly researched the prices of moving companies, grimacing at how expensive most of them were. But it was going to be alright soon. You could afford to spend whatever you had left now that you knew how much you’d be getting. The man seriously thought you would ask for more? These goddamn billionaires and their shameless lack of understanding. 

You went to sleep with immense relief. You hadn’t felt this happy and safe in such a long time and it was strange that this feeling was caused by a man who probably forgot your name as soon as the meeting ended. 

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Unwind

Alright, this is my first time posting and I'm so hella anxious shsjsjsjs I didn't polish the grammar so I apologize, i just knew if i took anymore time on it I'd never have the guts to actually post

TW: mention of rape / pedophilia

Fluff/Slice of Life

Pairings: Batman x Reader Bruce Wayne x Reader

she/her pronouns, no character description

"5 minutes until sunrise." The modulated voice spoke, breaking concentration. Batman releasing a criminal from his iron grip and letting him drop in a bloodied heap, the robotic voice in his head drumming and repeating the words until his heart rate had slowed and his blood calmed.

His gloves had begun chafing the ridges of his fingers, finally breaking them in with his excessive force on the man unconscious beneath him.

He had witnessed the man attempt to break into the apartment beside them, home to a young girl and her parents.

A rapist. Child rapist. Pedophile. His eyes narrowed again to the man and he felt his blood begin to drum again.

He let go of his baited breath and pulled the handcuffs from his belt. Hooking them onto the mans wrist as he set him upright to the alley wall. Batman looked over and saw the battered camera had skidded near the street and he reached to grab it.

Bringing it closer to his face, he observed the digital camera as the lens had cracked in the center. The paint chipped on the edges, but when he held the on button down it turned on easily with the pictures readily available. He shut it back off.

The evidence was enough for Gordon to know why the man was in his state. He set the camera in the mans lap when the roar of sirens echoed down the empty street.

Batman stood, grabbing his grappling gun and shooting it off to the nearest building. As he did, he looked up to see a young girl in the window. Her sleepy, bleary eyes widening when she made eye contact with him and he simply pressed a gloved finger to his lip, and released the gun as he shot up in the remaining night sky.

By the time he reached the garage with the batmobile hidden inside, the sun had just barely begun to peek over the morning clouds. He walked over to the batmobile, sliding into the drivers seat. He releasing a deep sigh once he was settled, knowing by the time he returned home it would be morning.

Y/N might even be awake when he returned.

He pulled the gloves off, letting the bare skin cool against the steering wheel as the chafed, redness of his hands were relieved from the confines of the thick leather. Just the barest hint of humanity brought back to him and Bruce felt the entirety of the night replay in his head like he was in a theater.

The batmobile roared to life beneath his palms, and he tore out of the garage.

East end, he was near Robinson Park where an underground tunnel to the batcave was. His hands rolling the steering wheel to turn on Burbaker street and straight to the tunnel. The growing daylight chasing the batmobile as he drove through the underground road and headlights blaring on the cavern walls.

The light had faded soon after, he was much too quick for the daylight to catch him. Now, he was left in the dark until the tunnel opened up to the batcave.

Preparing the full stop, he pressed the break and drove right into the mobiles natural spot. The inorganic lights turning on within his presence and he turned the batmobile off before getting out.

The sharp breath he made brought in the metallic and murky scent, the scent of home. His steps echoing as he walked to the computer as the screen lit up with the face of the man he had just left in the alley.

"Gerrick Tiller. 43, divorced with restraining order. Registered class 2 sex offender." He read. Knowing Gordon, Tiller would be class 3 by breakfast with possession of child pornography and charged with trespassing.

Gordon didn't fuck around with sex offenders, and whatever Batman could do to them Gordon did ten fold. Legally of course.

The computer went black, he stepping towards the suits as saw his reflection in the glass and pulled the cowl off.

Sweat. It just dripped down his neck as the rush of cold, murky air hit his face and he closed his eyes to feel it all.

This was the most human he felt, taking each piece off and letting the shell fall off as if he was shedding the skin of the Batman to be Bruce again.

Just Bruce. Not the billionaire Bruce Wayne. Just. Bruce.

When the suit was off, he reapplied it to the mannequin and was left in his briefs. His eyes scanning at the bruises on his side as he clenched his stomach to feel how sore he might be.

Not bad this time around, he was getting better at fending off multiple offenders at once. His eyes turning to the purple mark on his chest that he lightly prodded before smiling.

Not a bruise, a remnant of his evening before on parole. Maybe Y/N wasn't up yet, it was a Saturday. The office would be closed today.

Bruce's bare feet patted on the metal flooring as he stepped into the enclosed bathroom he had implemented. The sight of the toilet alone made his lower stomach ache and he was reminded it had been 5 hours since his last relief.

He made quick work, toilet and shower. Not exactly enjoying the shower since the plumbing wasn't at the best in the cave. The water was ice cold, yet also grounded him better than hot water could.

His mind jumped from one point to the next, the shower needed to be figured out and he'd look into the manual he bought.

There wasn't exactly a good plumber who could keep a secret about the cave, he'd begun learning for himself. Y/N helped, reading through the more confusing parts of the book to make sense of what the author was trying to teach.

But then again, she was better at tinkering and figuring her way around it. He relied on the book. Until she figured out how to reattach the water line for the toilet and he just about returned the book after he tried 4 times without result.

Now all that was left was the cold water, and he was still planning out the new modulator. Then the batarangs needed updating since Penguin began hoarding the ones he left behind to sell the tech inside of them.

Combustable batarangs, his trial one had combusted in his previous belt and without the fireproof fabric in his suit he would've lit his ass up. Lost the belt though, but that was easier to replace.

Suddenly, Bruce groaned and pressed his head to the shower wall. So much to do, so little time. He hadn't even processed half of his day and he was back to the little things he needed to accomplish.

"Bruce?"

"Shit-" he jumped. Bruce turning fast when he saw Y/N at the door to the bathroom.

Her eyes on the glass shower door as he let his heart rate calm down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." She said, voice somewhat groggy.

"... did I wake you?" He asked, turning the water off as she leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"No... I woke up and realized you hadn't come home yet." She said, her tone softening and suddenly all the worry and the nagging in his head silenced.

Bruce opened the shower door and grabbed his towel to wrap around his waist, all while his eyes met hers and he visibly relaxed.

She could see it, the weary tiredness in his eyes. The sudden quiet in his voice, and she gently stepped closer to wrap her arms around his waist. His skin firm and colder than ice, her warmth spreading within him as she kept her eyes on his.

"Come to bed... I've missed you." She said gently, Bruce holding her softly as he closed his eyes and slid a hand against her cheek. His nose burying into her hair and inhaling the familiar warm scent of her.

"Me too..." he whispered, Y/N sighing and they stood for a simple moment like that.

Until her pajama shirt started soaking from his wet form and she shivered.

"Cold water still..." she sighed, chuckling lightly as he broke a small smile.

"I'll meet you upstairs." He said, Y/N hesitantly parting from him with a slight nod.

"Don't distract yourself." She said, heading out of the room and he smiled while grabbing the extra clothes he had in a small metal drawer.

"Not today..." he said quietly, drying off before changing. The warmth of her had lingered and his mind was on one thing. Her. That's it.

Once he had finished, he moved out to get on the elevator as it closed and raised up to the second floor library. He pressing against one of the backs of the book shelves as it parted and brought him into the room. Closing it, he walking out to the hallway and straight towards their bedroom.

The sitting room had a tray on the table. Crumbs in a plate as Alfred must had served Y/N breakfast. She had left a blueberry scone on the hot plate and he took it to bite into and let the warm bread and melted blueberry envelop his palate.

In seconds, he was left with the remaining crumbs and wiped his hand with a napkin. He heard the door open as he saw Alfred stand in the door way with another tray.

Their eyes met and Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I have more scones, master Bruce." He said, Bruce stepping out of his way as Alfred set the second tray down.

"I can see that. Thank you." He said, seeing the poached eggs on avocado toast with a side of bacon, and another hot plate of three blueberry scones. Alfred grabbed the empty one and looked at Bruce again.

"After food, you are to sleep. You're growing paler by the minute." Alfred mumbled, Bruce hiding his smile from his nagging.

"Of course Alfred. I appreciate the concern." He retorted, grabbing the tray before heading into the bedroom and saw Y/N in bed scrolling on the ipad.

"Is that the news?" He asked, she hardly looking up.

"Unfortunately. But nothing about you thankfully." She looked up as he placed the tray on the bed. "Either of you." She corrected, Bruce sliding onto his side as the cold sheets suddenly brought an ache through his whole body that he groaned.

Y/N setting the iPad down and sat up a bit.

"... I'm sure Alfred has already demanded you to sleep. Which I'm his echo." She said, pulling the tray closer as he slowly sat up.

"Batman can handle 5 gang members with weapons, but I'm powerless against the both of you." He said with a sigh, Y/N chuckling softly.

"There's some battles we can't always win." She handed the plate over as he took it gently and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"It humbles me to lose once in a while. Especially when it comes to you." He spoke softly, turning to the eggs as she smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks. She turned to the side table and grabbed her coffee, sipping it as she returned to the iPad.

The silence that eased between them was a comfort. The small stereo on the side table quietly playing classic harp and violin that she loved, and everything else a soft silence. The more food he ate, the further he brought himself into comfort until it was all gone.

He pushed the tray to the end of the bed, noticing her attention was still on the device and he gently grasped her waist as she was brought to reality. Bruce suddenly pulling her further into the bed with him and his head settled on her chest as he could hear the sweet, steady beat of her heart.

Y/N gently slid her fingers through his thick hair and smiled softly. "My sweet Bruce..." she said gently, kissing against his head and letting him curl closer to her.

The alluring scent of her, the intoxicating warmth, her soft hands in his hair as she talked to him with her soothing tone. He felt everything in him quiet as his breathing evened out and he was fast asleep in mere minutes.

Y/N watched in serenity as he slept on her chest, his breath fanning against her collarbone and her fingers continued to caress his hair until the repeated action began to lull her back to sleep.

#batmanxreader #batman x reader #bruce wayne x reader #brucewaynexreader #fluff #slice of life #reader insert #s/i #batman selfinsert #selfinsert #dc x reader #dc self insert #self insert #please be kind im fragile

[the-settingsun]

Batman x reader

Hey! It's me starter fanfic writer...yay. I just want to say if you find any mistakes inform me please!. Feedback is welcome, but so are requests!

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Oneshot: Bruce Wayne×fem!reader. Soulmates AU, where soulmate can feel your pain.

Warnings: none (As far as I am concerned)

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Today felt slow and pointless for you. You knew that tomorrow and the day after and another day after and so and so will be the same. Slow and pointless was your movement, slow and pointless were your thoughts and your emotions. Everynight you would try to fall asleep, just to wake up. At first it was small things like pain in knucles of hit in the shoulder. But after first month of that it became worse. You would feel awful pain stinging you all across your body, all night every night.

As child you thought you would bs extra careful to not hurt yourself, only because your soulmate would feel the same pain. So everytime you fell or burned youself on the stove you would quietly say sorry. Unfortunately the habit stayed with you and you still feel sorry for every bit of pain he or she must be going through because of you. Ofcourse you also had little accidents like dropping something on you foot. But what happened to him was questionable, it was like every other calm and quiet night you were actually getting sleep you would usually recieve a sharo pain on cheek. Wich led you to believe that your soulmate was good with women, I mean what else then a slap could that be?

Everyday, thats how many times you found yourself wondering about who is your soulmate. At first it could be anyone, but when you add information you gained, your soulmate was either really shady person or living at opposite side of world. Having in mind that pain would mostly strike at night.

Since you knew Gotham wasn't the safest place for woman to be walking alone, you would take subway or bus but that wasn't an option since the roads and metro were under construction. So you had to walk, it wasnt pleasant having to change route because of every smoker or couple of men. But ou managed to get to your block. After a few minutes of standing under the last headlamp in the area you decided to get it over with. It was dark, and the last alley you had to cross was even darker since the moon wasnt shinig there due to tall buildings. You looked back, relieved there was nobody there, looked back once more, and once more when all of a suddent a bright light hit you, headlights of a car. You stumbled back pushing youself against a wall out of shock. Falling into some cardboard boxes.

The boxes provided a good hiding spot, but curiousity got into you and you moved one box and letting you see a man in purple suit got in the car, the Joker. You've never met him before and knew what was this man, scratch that this monstsr capable of. He could easily kill you, smile and not remember you next day. Stunned, you watched as the car moved forwards. It was all black, by this point you knew what car it was...rather who's car it was. It was batmobile, the batmobile. And if the batmobile was here, then batman must be nearby. And if batman was nearby, and also Joker was nearby, that means fight. Big fight. And fight equals trouble. Trouble near you.

Still, you watched as Joker turned around the corner. He turned off the engine, there was silence. Either batman was waiting for him or he has seen you. But you werent going to find out.

With one quick push you forced all boxed away, in swift movement you stood up and ran for you life. You were getting paranoid, he was following you, he was going to get to you. You quickly glanced back. Oh how you wish you didnt, he was there. The dark became light, and you were infront of your apartment building. Your first instinct was to just run straight inside. But is that really what you want? Joker knowing where you live? After he chased you? No! So you just keot running, your legs felt heavy, the known pain in the chest was slowing you down and you breath wont last much longer. You turned around, and before you saw anything. You felt your body hit something.

He got you, your body is going to be found next mornig and with no one to identify you you'll be just another paperwork for police officer. Or so you thought, until the figure you were hoping for revealed himself. The one and only dark knight.

It was all happening too fast too slow at the same time. One second you were falling, next thing you know you are standing watching Joker and Batman fight. It was furly mesmerizing and terrifing at the same time. You just stood there dumbfounded. You watched as Joker took some hits. But that was unimportant. Everytime batman got hit you felt it too. Whoever batman was, your soulmate just saved your life, he is saving lives everyday. Now it all made sense, thats why you felt enermous pain at night. He was beating bad guys. It was amazing feeling, meeting your soulmate. Everything was perfect for 3 whol seconds- until you felt someone grab you from behind. You screamed, it was natural reaction and you couldnt helo but scream more. Until a hand was put over your mouth.

You were being dragged away, with our brain shocked and scared you couldnt think of anything but that one of Joker's goongs is dragging you away. So you just watched how did your surroundings move. You saw how the two fightting men were becoming smaller and smaller as you unwillingly went further and further away. All hope was lost, you knew superheroes couldnt always save everyone. And this was batman's chance to catch his arch-enemy. You eyes widened, this gave you hope and maybe even more streght. What you ask? Joker was left behind by batman, who was running towards you.

He immiediately took down Joker's goon, with jut couple of hits. He pulled out his grapple gun and aimed it up at the sky. It seemed like he was going to leave you lying on the floor. But what type of hero would that be? He leaned down and grabbed my arm. This was it, all the pain will be gone. I touched my soulmate for the first time. Now I will no longer feel his pain, and so he'll not be able to feel mine. Our eyes locked, but before I could say anything he put his arm around my waist and we got out of there.

It was refreshing feeling, almost flying through Gotham. The wind was playing with your hair and you could see Gotham how no one else could. It wasnt long after you took off that you landed, rather crashed. You both landed on lower balcony of the Wayne tower... It was beautifull but you fell on some stairs, bruning pain echoed throught your body. But you kept quiet, shock kept you quiet. There was some ringing in our ears, but a loud thud could be heard close to you. With your right hand ou lifted yourself yourself up and saw that your soulmate was lying on the floor. As fast as you could you got up and went over to check his pulse. He was alive. But passed out. You started panicking, you knew that soulmates dont have to last long. One moment you could kiss for the first time and 5 minutes later you would be alone.

The lights, someone turned on the lights. You ran over to the glass door and started banging as yelling. You knew they heard you, becauss there was a man running towards you. He opened the door and looked what happened. He was older, tall and had suit. Lucius Fox, his nametag stated.

,,What happened madam?" Lucius started asking questions and you just made yourslef answer ,, Joker, he saved me and then" while you talked Lucius came closer to Batman and kneeled down ,,he bought us here." Tears started forming in your eyes, you just lost your soulmate. You turned around and wiped your tears with your dirty sleeve. It was freezing and tears were cooling down your gace even more. ,,May I ask you, why are ou crying. Uhmm?" You wiped your tears away again and looked into distance ,,(Y/N), my name is (Y/N) and I think that-" 

,, I am her soulmate." It was voice you recognized, batman. In one swift motion you turned around. And saw batman, holding his head and Lucius helping him get up.  Your eyes met and you smiled at eachother. It was the most amazing moment. But something was missing. Batman leaned against railing. Lucius ran inside, going to get some help. You came closer to him. Never breaking eye contact.

,,Im sorry" he said. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to be mad. But you couldn't, he felt as much pain as you did. But every bit of pain you two went throught saved one life. ,,I feel like something is missing" you said and kissed him. It was amazing, kissing your soulmate. You never had kissed anyone before, it was like youexpected. Only about million times better. You pulled away, he had smirk on his face, your face turned red. Then he answered question eveone asked.

Who is batman? Answer? Bruce Wayne, the playboy, bussinessman, millionaire and most importantly...

Your soulmate.

#batman #batmanxreader #dc #dceu #brucewayne #fanfic #fanfiction #xreader #love #soulmate #au #soulmateau

[determinedkitty24]

Youngest!Batsis x Batboys

I just had this sudden idea, plus I already did an "being the oldest" one soooo.....plus I need to post more....

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I don't even need to say it. Overprotectiveness to the highest level.

Spoiled af.

Everyone loves you. EVERYONE.

Being the sassiest biotch.

Creating a zoo with Damian in the manor.

Free rides from Jaybird every weekened.

Obsessing with cereals with Dick.

Beating Timmy in every video games.

Alfred's little angel.

The manor's life and little bundle of joy.

Movie nights every Friday. Some little touch of pillow forts, pillow fights, and tickle wars.

The media snipping only few to none pictures of you. Your gigantic of brothera and father acts as your human shields every time you go outside.

When you were younger, there is ALWAYS someone with you. When you're older, every minute you are bombarded with texts and calls. Or maybe your father put trackers on all of your belongings. Or maybe, everywhere you go, there are shadows above hopping and hovering on you.

Being annoyed on how protectice they are.

Being closest with Damian. Although, when you first arrived, Damian was the meannest to you.

You building a flower garden with Alfred for the boys. So the boys can have a place to be at peace. Also, the boys helping with gardening sometimes.

Being the only one to get through to Bruce whenever he gets too unreasonable.

The #1 source of joy to these family.

Cass, Kate, Steph, and Babs kidnapping you sometimes to have some girl time. Claiming that the boys never shares you.

Your laughter always echos throughout the manor. It lightens all the stress in the boys' bodies.

Cooking with Alfred.

Food fights.

Fashion shows.

Bruce just cannot comprehend how you get to have all the boys, the girls aren't surprising, join in your mini fashion show game.

Superman thinks that's your superpower. It's just so amazing and funny.

Whenever you get kidnapped, they always have a heart attack.

They just don't want to see you hurt. Worse, lose you. Your death would be far too much to these family. Take care of yourself.

#batsisxbatfam #batsis #batboys headcannon #batboysxreader #batboys #batfamxreader #batfam headcanons #batfamily #batman #timdrakexreader #jasontoddxreader #dickgraysonxreader #damianwaynexreader #batmanxreader

[whitewitchdown]

Writing prompts

Send me a couple of numbers and characters and I'll do a Drabble, smut, etc with a idea on how you want it to go or be.

I can do

•gay

•lesbian

•straight

1. "You idiot! what were you thinking?"

2. "Ah!, I'm sorry I'll go now."

3. "Put some clothes on for gods sake."

4. "Wait stay."

5. "She's/he's right over there you should go talk to her."

6. "You are an incredible singer."

7. "Don't you dare they a finger on him/her.

8. "You should have locked the door."

9. "Why are you up so early?"

10. "I waited and waited and you never came."

11. "I didn't have any other choice."

12. "Make me."

13."Come over here and make me."

14. "You did what to him/her?"

15. "God I love the way you look."

16. "Stop just stop."

17." This has got to be the dumbest thing you have ever done.... can I join?"

18. "Why do you keep pushing me away?"

19. "Don't look at me like that... you know I can't say no."

20. "Don't you dare touch me!"

22. "I thought you were dead..."

23. "Breath, it's alright I'm here."

24. "No stay."

25. "You can't stop me I'm going to marry her/him"

26. "Your the only one I trust to do this"

27. "See I told you she/he was as beautiful/handsome as I said she/he was"

28. " boy if you don't get out of here."

29. "I'm going to kill you for touching her/him."

30. "Keep your damn hands off me."

31. "From the moment I looked at you in I knew you were for me no one else."

32. "Damn she/he can sing."

33." I love you way more"

34. "I hate you."

35. "I love you."

36. "I can explain."

37. "Join me."

38. " I knew from the moment you walked in I had to have you."

39. "Then tell me you love me."

40. "You can't do it can you."

41. "Are you kidding me everything is not okay!"

42."why don't they just kiss already"

43."wait.. you're jealous arnt you?"

44. "I never thought I would love someone as much as I do you."

45. "Loving you scares me."

46. "Can you even love again?"

47. "All I could think while I was dying was how much I was going to fucking miss you."

48. "What are we going to do?"

#drabbles #oneshot #oneshots #smut #writingprompts #requests #youtuberimagines #sherlockimagines #marvelimagines #dcimagines #animeimagines #fanfictionrequests #fanfiction #loki #thor #tony #tonystark #steverogersxreader #batmanxreader #tonyxreader #brucexreader #captainamerica #celebrityimagines #fluffs #superhero #sherlockxreader #loki x reader #thor x reader

[mypoisonedvine]

i'm confused af rn.

i just saw a blog write a kinda explicit batmanxreader smut and than say "do not interact if your blog is 18+". which i thought was just a mistake, but then i went to their blog only to see it was a minor writing it

no hate tho, im just really confused. is it something that people do now?

I mean, I've only seen that with minors writing for minor characters, definitely a little more bizarre to write for adults but I can't blame them too much I was obviously crushing on adult characters before I turned 18. jarring to stumble upon though!

[chambergambit]

trying to look up batman shitposts and memes but keep running into batmanxreader fics

#like i get why people read them but i don't #i am audience/director not a participant

[jjtodlover-blog]

So this is the beginning of my new tumblr but I ask that you check out my other one to see memes and random stuff Send in requests and have fun

#ImNewToThis DC Marvel spidermam BatmanXReader

[bkwrm523]

Debriefing

Title: Debriefing Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/reader Word Count: 2986 Warnings: Smut, batcave sex, table sex, oral, vibrators, daddy kink, feels confessions. Summary: Bruce and the reader have an argument after patrol Author’s Note: As usual, this is about no particular universe’s Batman.  You get to see whichever one you want.

The car pulled to a stop inside Bruce Wayne’s garage, and you exhaled a sigh of relief as you turned the car off.  You’d almost stopped to pick him up, but Alfred over the coms had assured you that he would drive the Batmobile home.  Probably a better idea than you picking him up, anyway.  It would have been hard to explain.  With all the punishment you’d put Bruce’s car through, you were a bit surprised it had managed to limp all the way home.

“Alfred,” you said aloud, your voice picked up by the com unit in your ear.  “Is-”

“Master Bruce is already here.”  Alfred answered, not needing to wait for the rest of your question to know what you were asking.  “He’s currently in the cave, if you wish to speak to him.”

“Thanks, Alfred.”  You signed and shut your eyes for a minute.

Bruce had almost died tonight.

You could tell something was wrong with the supervillain he just charged into, and tried to warn Bruce to take it slow and careful.  He hadn’t listened, and you’d had to rescue him.  By stealing one of Bruce Wayne’s cars and trying to run the villain over.

You finally pushed the car door open, heaving yourself out of the car and walked into the house.  It felt like it took an hour for you to reach the batcave, so massive was the house.

“So, that went well.”  You spat sarcastically as you descended into the Batcave.  You could see the top of Bruce’s head around the desk and monitors, and walked slowly towards him.

“It could have been worse.”  He replied, not turning towards you.  “Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome.”  You told him calmly.  “It wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d just listened to me from the start.”  Your voice was clipped, not afraid to make your annoyance audible.  You finally walked around the computer, and his form came fully into view.

And damn was that a mistake.  He was shirtless.

You’d been working for Bruce for months, and had been suppressing your feelings for him the whole time.  He was miles out of your league.  You could never quite tell if he’d figured it out or not.  Bruce wasn’t the easiest person to lie to, but the way he behaved… it was either totally innocent, or he was enjoying toying with you.  It made you frightened and excited all at once.  

Bruce still wore the pants and boots of the Batsuit, but he’d discarded everything above the waist.  Your mouth went dry, and you suddenly forgot how to form words.  You swallowed, an effort of will keeping your jaw from dropping to the floor.  It was quite difficult to remember why you’d been angry.  There was a large bandage on his shoulder from where he’d been grazed by a bullet.  The rest of his torso was a mass of bruises.  It was hardly a secret how much Bruce worked out, and damn did it show with the view of him without a shirt.  You couldn’t take your eyes off his chest.

“I’ve faced skilled opponents before.”  Bruce said calmly, turning to face you.  Somehow, you managed to force your eyes off his chest and back to his face.  Was that a smirk?  Shit, his face wasn’t any better.  You took in a breath, looking away from him and down at the desk, searching your brain for the arguments that had been so clear before he’d taken his fucking shirt off.

“We… uh, we needed a plan.”  You stuttered out, sounding anything but convincing.

“I’ve been doing this for years,” Bruce replied, sounding amused.  He stepped closer to you, and you felt your breath catch.  You didn’t think you could handle this.  “I know what I’m doing, and I felt I could handle the situation.”

“You wanted me to be a part of this team because you wanted my advice.”  A full sentence!  Fantastic!  And all that went out the window when your eyes flitted over his still bare chest again.  Fuck.  “If - if, uh, you don’t listen to me, then… then I’m not - not sure what I’m, uhm, doing here.”  Look away from his face.  Look away from his chest.  Fuck, just look away from him in general.  You quickly dropped your eyes back to the desk.  Safer that way.  Bruce moved again, stepping into your space until you could feel the warmth from his body.

“I won’t always agree with you, but don’t underestimate your contributions.”  Bruce replied, smooth and comforting.  He rested a hand on your arm, and you nearly moaned aloud at the touch of his skin on yours.  He rubbed a thumb gently against the skin on your inner arm, and you swallowed again.  His other hand gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head to force you to look at him.  You had to fight the urge to let out a squeak, feeling trapped under his gaze.  His eyes… the best you could describe it, was predatory amusement.

“I, uh…” you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.  A smirk curled his lips as he stared at you.  “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”  Bruce said, his voice filled with amusement as his smirk grew smug.  He stepped forward again, forcing you to stumble backwards until your ass hit the desk.  His steps were slow and measured and confident, where you were an undignified scramble, nearly falling before you hit the desk.  You could feel his breath on your lips, making your own breath catch.

Finally, after months of teasing, your patience snapped.

You leaned into him, crossing the last of the distance between your lips and his.  Bruce growled, and this time you couldn’t stop the squeak that emerged from you.  A small smile curled his lips briefly.  The hand that had been on your chin moved to cup the back of your skull and hold you in place as his tongue pushed into your mouth, ravaging your lips.  You moaned, leaning into him, overwhelmed with sensation.  His stubble was starting to grow back, making the kiss pleasantly rough.  His hand on your head, his other arm on your back, the warmth of his bare chest pressing into you.  He kissed you aggressively, leaning you back against the table.  You lifted your arms to wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him as he dominated the kiss, trapping you against his form.  A thigh pushed between your legs, pushing one leg out of the way.  His pants were armored, so you couldn’t tell if he was erect under them, but you’d be willing to bet he was.  You tried to mumble around his lips and tongue, but everything came out muffled, and all you could do was surrender and moan.

When Bruce finally released your lips, you dropped your head back and gasped for air.  A moment later, the breath left your lungs when you felt Bruce’s lips on your neck.  The stubble that had been pleasant during the kiss was so much more stimulating on your neck, and your knees simply gave out.  The hand on your head dropped to your back, and his grip tightened around you, holding you aloft.  He lifted you a little, setting you down on the desk.  The elevated height brought your face about level with his, and he finally stood up straight.  Your mouth went dry again, trying to take everything in at once, for about a second before he was on you again.

Your legs went around his waist, his chest pressed against you again.  One arm went around your back, and the other lifted to tilt your head to the side, giving him access to your neck.  You whined and squirmed in his arms as his lips stole your ability to think.  He leaned into you, his hips making little thrusts into you.  Your head rolled back on your shoulders, and your fingers scratched at his bare shoulderblades.  You whined his name, panting and trying to find the breath to plead.  He gave a groaning growl and leaned into you.  You whined more and ground into him, wishing he’d just take off his pants already so you could feel him.

One of the arms on your back went lowered, until it was practically around your ass.  He pulled your hips into his, holding you tightly to him and ground back into you.  You cried his name as his teeth bit into your neck, biting and sucking just where you were most sensitive.  He rubbed against your clit until your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Bruce,” you breathed, your hand unconsciously lifting to bury in his hair.  Another growl came from your neck.  His hips rhythmically rocked into yours, making you whine and moan and plead.  You tried to squirm away, but his grip was a vise, and you weren’t escaping any time soon.

Bruce ripped away from you, stepping back and withdrawing his heat from you as suddenly as he’d attacked you, leaving you dazed, breathless, and confused.  He held your gaze for a long moment, before dropping his eyes down to his pants as he undid the latches.  You almost leaned forward to help him, but resisted the urge; his pants were armored, and bound to be complicated.  However they were designed, he’d be much more efficient at removing them than you would.

A moment later, it occurred to you that his hands were busy.  That they would be for a few moments, at least.  You pulled your shirt off quickly, tossing it heedlessly to the side.  Your bra was discarded an instant later.  You leaned back a little, dropping your head back on your shoulders, sliding your eyelids partly shut and cupping your breasts with your hands.  You tweaked your nipples, giving a soft sigh at the stimulation.  You kept your eyes on him, and so you saw the exact moment he heard you sigh, and saw his eyes snapped up to you.  They narrowed when he saw what you were doing.  A small growl escaped his lips, and you bit your own lip to suppress the noise that tried to escape you.  His movements on his pants were swift and clipped, and in no time he had removed the rest of his clothes.  He took a swift step forwards, and you dropped your hands to the desk and smirked at him.

“You realize you’re going to pay for that, kitten?”  Bruce asked, giving a crooked, confident smirk.

“Worth it,” you giggled.  Bruce held your eyes for a moment, then produced a zip tie from a drawer.  He didn’t give you time to speak, but pulled your hands behind your back, and secured them in place.  He pulled the zip tie tight, but looser than you expected.  You wiggled a little, testing it; it was tight enough to keep your hands there, but loose enough that you’d have no trouble pulling them free if you really wanted to.  Bruce waited for you to finish testing it, until you looked back up at him.  He kissed you again, gentle this time, cupping the back of your skull again with one hand and planting the other behind you.  You squirmed a little, struggling fruitlessly against the bonds and his hands, but got nowhere.  Bruce leaned forward, slowly pushing you back.  You leaned into his arms, letting him support you as he carefully pushed you down onto the desk, lying somewhat awkwardly on top of your bound hands.  He released your lips with a parting nip, letting you gasp for breath as you tried to guess his next move.

You half expected him to attack your breasts, but instead you felt his hands at your pants.  He undid them, pulled them off, leaving you lying naked on the table.  You could suppress the small ‘meep’ that emerged when you saw the way he ogled your naked pussy ravenously.  Bruce turned his torso around, looking around the small space you were both in, until he spotted the chair.  He grabbed it, pulling it over next to the space of counter you were lying on, and sat.

Oh.

He intended to take his time with you.

You swallowed reflexively, nervous and excited all at once.  It must have shown on your face, as Bruce gave you a smirk with eyes full of mischief.  From the angle you had, you couldn’t really see much more than his face.  But you suddenly felt his fingers tease your opening ever so lightly.  You gave a loud moan and dropped your head down on the table with a thunk.  When you felt a vibrator teasing around your clit, you gave a yelp and your legs jerked.  Where the ever living fuck had he gotten that from?!

Bruce didn’t show any mercy, continuing his teasing of your clit as he leaned in.  You felt his breath on your pussy lips, and your eyes slid closed as your breath came in short, quick pants.  His tongue pushed into you, and you felt as much as heard his pleased groan at your taste.  A small whine left you at the noise, the vibrations from him and the vibrator teasing you more than stimulating you, leaving you desperate for more.

“Bruce,” you gasped.  “Please.”

The vibrator grazed your clit then, and your legs shot straight up.  Bruce leaned into you, burying his face in you and devouring you ravenously.  He rested his free hand on your hip, holding you steady as he tortured you with tongue and vibrator until you screamed.

Two or three orgasms later, you’d lost count, Bruce sat back and removed his stimulation, finally letting you come down.  Your legs (you hadn’t quite registered it, but apparently they’d been sticking out totally straight while he’d been working on you) fell back down to the counter.  You panted hard, trying to catch your breath after the marathon he’d put you through.

Bruce stood, leaning over you and resting his arms on the table to support his weight.  His expression was tender, gentle, in a contrast to the pleasurable torture he’d just put you through.  One hand stroked a lock of hair out of your face.

“Can you do one more, kitten?”  Bruce asked you softly.  You didn’t even have to think, you just nodded.  

Bruce dropped a short, soft kiss on your lips, then nuzzled his face into your neck.  Your overstimulated nerves jumped at the feeling, and all you could do was give a weak moan and squirm a little.  He leaned his hips into yours, until you felt his erection against your pussy, sliding against your clit.  The orgasms he’d given you made you still wet enough that it felt amazing.  You groaned, and Bruce stopped his teasing of your neck to sink his teeth into your skin and growl.

“‘M ready.”  You gasped out.  “Please.”  That drew another growl from Bruce, and he let your neck out of his teeth, resting his forehead against you and panting into your wet skin.  One hand left the table, going between his legs to position his dick as he pulled back.

When Bruce finally slid into you, it was so painfully slow that you couldn’t help but squirm and whine.

“Stop.  Moving.”  Bruce growled, his voice dropping into his Batman voice, only arousing you further.

“Please, daddy!”  You cried, then froze.  The words just came out without thinking, and you didn’t know if he was into that.  Bruce stopped moving for a moment, as well, and for a horrible moment you were terrified that you’d killed the mood.

“Be patient, princess.”  Bruce growled into your ear, nipping at you.  Lust filled his voice, soothing your worry that your exclamation had been unwanted; far from it.

Bruce kept pushing his dick into you, continuing until he bottomed out.  Then he just sat there, frustratingly patient, waiting and panting and nipping at your neck while he waited for you to adjust.

“Please, daddy, just fuck me!”  You finally cried, unable to wait any longer.

And boy, did he.

Bruce’s hands on the table moved, grasping the far edge of it with both hands to hold it steady as his hips thrusted into yours.  Your head rolled back, arching your back into him.  You were utterly unable to speak, tiny unintelligible noises emitting from you.  Bruce buried his face in your neck, alternately sucking and nipping hard at your neck as he made the table shudder from his thrusts.

You were still overstimulated from the earlier orgasms, and he was so aroused already, it didn’t take you both long to climb to the precipice.  Your vision whited out and you screamed, feeling him orgasm inside you moments later.

When you came to, you were still in the batcave.  Your hands were unbound, and your shirt and pants had been put back on you.  Judging by the feel between your legs, he’d taken a damp towel or something and wiped you clean, and then apparently set you in the cot he had set up down in the batcave.  You made a small inquisitive noise, stirring, and Bruce suddenly came into your line of vision.  He walked over to you, and sat on the side of the bed next to you.

“Hey,” you greeted him, your voice rough and groggy.  Bruce looked… uncertain.  Nervous.  You pulled a hand free of the blankets and held his, wanting to reassure him.

“Hey.”  Bruce replied, a small smile emerging at your action.  His thumb rubbed the part of your hand it could reach soothingly.  “This… this wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you how I felt.” “Really?”  You teased.  “It seemed perfect to me.”  That startled a laugh out of Bruce, and you warmed at the sound.

“Be that as it may, I’d… I’d really like to take you to dinner sometime.” “I’d like that.”  You smiled back up at him.

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Silent Treatment - Battinson x Reader Oneshot

Warnings: Pre-established relationship; Gender Neutral Y/N; ANGST; fluff; allusion to oral but not at all a smut; barley sexual content

Word Count: 1.4 k

Summary : On a Sunday night in Y/N and Bruce watching tv, Y/N is curling up with their cat and clearly not paying much attention which makes him more jealous than he’d like to admit. Y/N tired to tease Bruce into forgiving their lack of attention, but the tables turn quickly as they learn what a lack of attention can feel like through Bruce’s silent treatment.

My Battinson Masterlist

You partially laid on your end of the couch with your cat curled up on your chest. You smiled down at her, practically petting her to death. Pet owners would know that feeling when you’re looking at your pet who is so cute you have the urge to squeeze them, but know the animal’s limitations you revert to petting them all about. It was a Sunday night in your apartment and you and Bruce were watching tv... but in a way... that wasn’t really what was going on. After all, you were watching your cat purr on your chest and Bruce was watching you watch your cat purr on your chest. 

Bruce was fresh out of the shower slumped on the coach with a manspread going on about his legs after a short night of his escapades. Sundays were often like this, just the two of you together in your apartment.

Content with the warm snuggles from your cat, you flashed your eyes over to Bruce who you realized was looking at you, and whether he knew it or not, he had this certain look on his face while looking at you and that damn cat, almost like he was jealous at the attention you were giving it.

“You wish this was you huh?” you stated aloud, motioning to the cat. His eyes snapped up from the furry animal to you.

“What?” he asked, a smirk hinting at his lip.

You almost burst out laughing. Smiling harder at him before you continue.

“You look a little jealous there Bruce...” you laugh. Bruce only rolls his eyes.

“I’m not jealous of an animal Y/N” he mumbled, that light smirk on his lips recoiling as his eyes reverted back to the tv, crossing his arms.

Maybe he wasn’t jealous, but he sure looked good with that sourpuss look on his face.

You lifted the cat off from your chest and onto the ground. Bruce observed this out of the corner of his eyes as you then proceeded to turn to him.

“Was I neglecting you just now baby? Are you mad at me?” you asked in that voice of yours, leaning into him as if to tease him. He avoided your gaze, focusing his eyesight on the tv.

“No” he deadpanned, continuing to stare forward.

You couldn’t help but smirk. You reached out your hand to his chin to turn his head to meet your gaze. He complied easily at your touch, meeting your eyes. Staring at them you could see he was slightly upset.

“Aww, Bruce, you are mad at me!” you exclaimed playfully, causing him to turn his head back forward, this time not denying it.

“What can I do to make it up to you, huh?” you comfort, leaning in closer. 

He continues with his silent treatment which only pushed you to provoke a response out of him even more.

You sighed, swinging your leg over the other side of his torso to straddle him now. He flashed his eyes up to you and then back to the tv, playing with the remote as if he was more interested in what was on.

“Tell me what I can do to make it better baby” you beg, leaning forward to his lips but pausing just before to see if he would meet you halfway. 

Bruce tries his hardest to remain as still as possible under your stare to give the impression that he was unaffected by your advances, but it was his puppy eyes flashing from the tv to you that let you know he wanted more.

Your stomach tensed from butterflies at this look in his eyes. It was similar to that feeling of when you wanted to squeeze a cute animal but you couldn’t for fears of hurting it. But this was Bruce, and your tight embraces for looking as he did wouldn’t hurt him.

You proceeded to meet his lips, encouraged in that his lips were quick to responded. You love how he melted under your touch, his soft spot letting you get away with almost anything. You loved how he was so shy when you were the one in control.

You broke the kiss just dying to see how badly he wanted more from you, leaning back slightly to admire your work you couldn’t help but feel so full of yourself. Bruce tried to lean up for another kiss, so desperate for more. You had the protector of Gotham pinned under you, leaning up for another token of affection from you. You couldn’t help but snicker at the sight, causing him to quickly realize his mistake in giving into his wants. Almost embarrassed, he recovered to that passive look on his face, gritting his teeth as his attention turned back to the tv.

“Oh come on Bruce i’m just laughing at how cute you are” you whined with that smirk still on your face. Nevertheless, Bruce didn’t dare look back at you again in spite. 

“Okay... I see how it is” you chide before leaning down into the crook of his neck to plant a kiss. You felt under your lips how he swallowed to push down the feelings said kisses were leaving him with. This only encouraged you more as you barely scraped your teeth against his neck. You noticed how his shoulders raised ever so slightly as if he was about to shudder. You watched as his face remained so Bruce Wayne style sourpuss, but his body was fidgeting ever so slightly at all you were doing for it. So drunk off his reaction, you really were leaving hickies now, saliva all along his neck creating goosebumps.

The cologne he sprayed after his shower, the one he knew you especially loved, only made you want him more. And still, Bruce was fighting to give you any reaction. The silent treatment continued.

You rolled your eyes as you looked up at his face, deciding to take this to the next level to really make thing difficult for him. You had a light smile about your face before your hand slid slowly down his chest and over his torso and back up again, your head laying on his shoulder, looking down at the sight.

Taking things up another notched, you slipped your hand under his shirt, feeling up to his toned chest and then down to his abs.

You sank off the couch, swiping your tongue across his torso which you exposed by lifting up his shirt. Although he still refused to meet your eye contact, it was clear amongst that sourpuss face of his that this was having an effect just feeling it.

Partially frustrated that he wasn’t giving in, you prepared the cherry on top to this performance as your hand found its way to his crotch. With on quick palm of it, you moved his leg to include you in between them, on your knees of the floor.

Interestingly he didn’t try to fight that off.

Looking up at him now, he was still staring at the tv

but not for long.

Your fingers slipped under the waistline of his sweatpants and tugged them to give away his black briefs. Although he was fighting for his face to remain unchanged, it was clear from the bulge of his briefs that it was getting to him in the intended way.

You gave him another palm through his briefs, having fun there for a moment before you were ready to proceed.

Looking up at him as you tugged the briefs down now, Bruce clicked the button of the remote to change the channel.

Your eyes furrowed as your mouth lingered so close to his length, and here he was changing the channel on the tv.

You scoffed in annoyance, rising from your position on the floor to leave, having enough of his dismissive antics.

You didn’t even make it another step before Bruce grabbed your wrist and pulled you back onto the couch, falling onto him.

“See how it feels?” he fully smirked this time, cocky at your frustration with him.

 You narrowed your eyes at him before he pulled you onto his lips again harshly, slipping his tongue in.

He was trying to show you how it felt to not be the object of his attention clearly... and god was it educational.

You dont deny a moan to escaped from your mouth, satisfied at Bruce’s control. Eagerly, you decided to straddle his exposed torso, one hand running up it greedily just to feel the toned curves.

You manipulated the position of his head to reciprocate his kiss, your hands raking through his wet hair to push his lips harsher onto yours. His hand laid naturally on your waist, squeezing it tight almost as if to praise you. The hand switched from feeling his body to curling under and over his shoulder to pull him tighter against your body, moans of satisfaction both being let out at the exchange of tongues. 

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Wanted Man (2)

Wanted Man Masterlist

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Words: 4680

Warnings: tennssssion. one swear word.

A/N: my dudes, I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I’m enjoying writing it. Let me know how I am doing please and thank you.

You’d hoped to sleep-in the next day, knowing that in the months to come, perhaps few years depending on the project, that it would be early mornings. Looking at the alarm, you saw that it was almost noon and you didn’t realize what woke you up until you heard your phone buzzing beneath the pillow. You grudgingly took it out and looked at the caller ID, swearing when it read ‘Restricted.’ Who the fuck was calling you right now? 

“Hello?” You lazily asked, rubbing your eyes and attempting to focus so you could get back to sleep. When no one responded, you sighed and spoke again. “Hello? Who is this?” When you still didn’t get a response, you whispered “Jesus Christ” under your breath and were about to hang up when someone finally answered. 

“Good morning Ms. Y/L/N, my apologies for calling. I assumed you’d be awake by now.” As soon as you registered who’s voice that was, you quickly sat up and stood at the foot of your bed. How the hell did he get your number?

“M-Mr. Wayne?”

“The one and only. I forgot to ask yesterday but when shall I expect you to come in?” 

Your brain must have been in REM sleep because you couldn’t fish for an answer. Or perhaps it was your tongue that couldn’t move? You didn’t care about that because the only thing going through your mind was how you managed to embarrass yourself numerous times, in the span of twenty four hours, in front of your future boss

“Perhaps I should call at a later time.” Bruce took a deep breath and you hoped it wasn’t out of boredom.

“No no I’m sorry sir, I just didn’t expect you to call. I was hoping to move in the next few weeks but I’m still looking for a replacement for my roommates. I’d rather not leave them without someone taking care of my portion of the rent. And I haven’t started looking for apartments yet. I did already find a moving company so-”

“Nonsense, I need you here by tomorrow. Don’t worry about the rent or finding an apartment, I’m sure Alfred can handle that in the next hour or two. You just pack your things and let me know when you’re ready and I’ll send someone to move everything with you.” You hated how relaxed he sounded, almost as if this was a daily activity for him: helping new employees with trivial things.

“Mr. Wayne, I am sure you have more important things to take care of. If you need me to begin by tomorrow, I can just ferry back and forth until I find another student to-”

“Ms. Y/L/N, as far as I know, commuting back and forth will only waste time. And I know my city very well, it isn’t safe for someone like you. I need you to start working soon and it is my job to make sure you are comfortable and ready to go. Pack your things and I will send someone to move everything.” You shivered at the calm yet commanding, amazed at how un-billionaire like he was. Maybe the articles got it wrong after all.

You managed to breathe out a “thank you sir” before waiting for him to continue. It didn’t seem like he left any room for negotiation, and that was definitely not surprising to you.

“Once you’ve set everything up, I’ll need you to come by the penthouse to sign some papers.” Bruce was flipping through the newspapers, not thinking of his next works until your question rang in his ears. 

“The penthouse?”

“Yes Ms. Y/L/N, this may be news to you but I don’t spend every waking moment at Wayne Enterprises. Mr. Fox and Alfred will be here as well so rest assured this is not- I am not inviting you to-,” Bruce was at a loss for words, failing to understand why he would possibly bring up something like that. He just didn’t want you to misunderstand his intentions. Granted it wasn’t like he didn’t spend the better part of his night thinking about you but this wasn’t where he wanted the conversation to go. He looked at the rear view mirror and saw Alfred holding back a smile, and he knew he wasn’t going to hear the end of it once he finished the phone call.

“Oh I completely understand Mr. Wayne, I would never presume a-anything like that.” You quickly responded, feeling embarrassed for both him and yourself.

“Right, of course. Hmm, I’ll see you in a few hours Y/N.” He was frowning at himself, choosing to ignore your response for now because if he wasn’t thinking of potential rejection before, he definitely was now.

“Have a good day sir.” You whispered back and waited for him to end the call before falling back on your bed.

“What in the hell?” You asked the empty room and looked around to see what you were going to start packing first. You didn’t have any furniture apart from the chair and the desk, which you picked up from some street when you moved in. You’d definitely have enough money to buy new ones so you decided to ignore all the furniture. A couple of hours later, you’d had all your tools in one corner of the room, your clothes in luggage bags in another, and all your books in more boxes than your other things combined. When you finally walked out of your room to tell your roommates that you’d be leaving sooner, they both nodded and told you they already knew.

“What do you mean?” You asked Sara as she cooked lunch for everyone while Melissa was finishing up one of her projects. 

“Our landlord called and told us that someone paid rent for the next six months.” Sara said as if it was the most normal response to give. 

“Like my part of the rent?”

“No silly, the full rent. Looks like whoever you’re working for is giving you lots of benefits. Want to hook me up with a job too?” They both laughed and you stood in the middle of the living room absolutely stunned. What was he playing at? 

“We’ll find someone for your room by then.” When Melissa looked up and saw the expression on your face, she left her things and walked up to you. “Listen, we know we weren’t really the friendliest people to have around but we don’t know where you’re going. Just leave an address and your email so we could make sure you aren’t getting kidnapped or something.” You weren’t sure what surprised you more, the fact that Wayne paid the full rent for half a year or how genuine Melissa sounded. 

“Uhh, yeah sure. I’ll just be over a state so don’t worry about me. Not getting kidnapped.” You smiled at them before taking out your phone to let Bruce know that you finished packing. You weren’t sure if you could just call him or not but you decided to take the chance and bother him considering how little he told you about what he’s doing. It rang a few times and before you decided to hang up, you heard him pick up the phone.

“Bruce Wayne,” he said and you couldn’t help but notice how out of breath he was.

“H-hi, Mr. Wa-....sir, I just wanted to let you know I’ve finished packing. I wasn’t sure if I was meant to call this number or not. I apologize for the inconvenience.” He took a few minutes to respond to you but when he did, you had to look away from your roommates. 

“Y/N, you sure work fast. I hope you have as much...vigor...towards the project as you do in your daily activities.” Bruce couldn’t have stopped himself even if he tried and he thanked the heavens Alfred wasn’t anywhere nearby. When you didn’t respond, he knew he made a mistake and decided to just end the call quickly before he made a fool out of himself. “Alfred will come by in an hour. See you tonight Y/N.” And with that, Bruce ended the call, leaving you more of a confused mess than before. He’d said your name three times today and you hated how much more it affected you each time he used it. 

“Do you guys mind helping me take this stuff downstairs once the moving guy comes?” 

“Yeah no problem.” They both replied and you took that as your queue to go back to your room and get ready. This truly was the strangest encounter you’ve had with anyone. But you didn’t want to dwell too much on it. You were just another employee. 

Bruce almost threw his phone at the wall when he hung up. He was never like this, not even in his previous relationships. Not even with Rachel…

But something about you made him more attentive and a little rattled. No, not rattled. Flustered perhaps. Since when did he feel flustered? He continued his set-ups, hoping to get his mind off of how utterly sexy your hoarse voice sounded in the morning or the way you continued to call him ‘sir.’ He was never into things like that but damn it he loved it when you kept tripping over your words and called him that. Alfred had given him hell following the morning call, telling Bruce that he wasn’t worried about you assuming anything taking place in the penthouse since he was doing that just fine for the both of you. Bruce debated on whether he should have his butler drop him off so he could walk the rest of the way but chose against it, refusing to respond when Alfred made his suggestions known even further. 

“Perhaps I could clear one of the rooms in the west wing sir, for office space of course.” Alfred smiled at the rear view mirror, watching as his master rolled his eyes and refused to acknowledge what was happening. 

“No? Well we can always add space to the east wing as we’re rebuilding the manor Master Wayne, that way, you’d have more access to...her work. You could even put her in charge of the construction.” As soon as Alfred parked the car, Bruce sprinted out and shut the door behind him, ignoring the annoying man he’d known his entire life. 

“I will be going now Master Wayne. In the meantime, do you need anything?” Alfred stood at the foot of the bed, waiting until Bruce finished his excessively unnecessary exercises before he left.

“No thank you Alfred. And please, don’t give her a tough time.” Bruce stood up and downed a bottle of water, raising an eyebrow at Alfred when he walked away. 

“Never sir, I only reserve my remarks for you.” Bruce could hear the smile etched on Alfred’s face and he chose to ignore it. For now. 

He took this opportunity to think of the other cases he needed to deal with. There’d been recent rumors of numerous poisonings in the narrows but no one really knew who or what was causing these murders. He could have convinced himself to let it go had there not been a few innocent lives taken along with the powerful mafia leaders and gangs. Unfortunately, none of this phased him anymore. Commissioner Gordon was almost as calm about this ordeal as Bruce was, but then he mentioned how whoever was in charge always left a bed of roses on top of the corpses in the crime scenes and that’s what caught their attention. It almost looked like a serial killer but he had a hunch that it was much worse. 

Bruce rubbed his temples, bothered by how deprived he was of some normalcy. Was he even capable of such a thing anymore? 

He was about to contact Mr. Fox to ask about the test results for the poison when his phone rang. 

“Good afternoon Mr. Wayne.”

“Mr. Fox, I was just about to call.”

“I understand this is the last thing you want to hear, but there may be a setback on this project.” Bruce headed to the southeast wing, carefully listening to everything Fox said as he played the notes on his piano. 

Across the pond, you were taking down your last boxes, apologizing to the man you saw with Wayne a day before. It was curious that he’d sent his own driver, an older gentleman who probably wouldn’t be able to help you move everything to the new place but you would worry about that later. You’d thanked your roommates and gave them your contact information, wishing them good luck on the rest of their college career before letting Alfred know you were ready.

When you sat in the passenger seat, Alfred looked at you curiously before letting you know you could sit in the back.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to sit here?” You smiled at him and sighed in relief when he told you he was only here to make sure you were comfortable. You almost slipped and told him that no one in their right mind wouldn’t be comfortable in a Cadillac Escalade but you decided to keep that little excitement to yourself. You were surprised by the luxurious car when it pulled up and told Alfred you couldn’t possibly ruin it with your junk, at which point he laughed and told you that Mr. Wayne could afford ruining it. 

He was mostly quiet the entire ride back to New Jersey, occasionally asking you about your career choices before answering some questions of your own on Wayne.

“All I can tell you is he is not what the papers make him out to be Ms. Y/L/N. I have known Master Wayne all my life, heard his cries echo through the hallways when he was born. He’s like a son to me believe it or not.” Alfred smiled at you before he exited the freeway.

“Does he ever ask you for advice?”

“If you are asking if he considers me more than a butler, you’ll be disappointed by my lack of a response.”

“I won’t talk to anyone about this you know,” you replied, afraid he thought you were asking these questions to sell them to some stupid journalist.

“I trust your judgement young miss. I didn’t respond out of suspicion but rather out of my lack of understanding of Master Wayne’s person. He remains an enigma to me.” Alfred turned to you, making sure you knew he didn’t mean any offense with his response.

“I see. Well, either way, I wish I had someone like you in my life. You are very easy to talk to, a better listener than people I’ve known my whole life actually.” You didn’t care how open you were being with the older man but something about the way he carried himself made you feel safe.

“Thank you miss. Now that you’re part of Wayne Enterprises, I am sure we’ll be seeing more of each other. You can talk to me anytime you wish.” You didn’t think twice about what he said and thanked him, and Alfred tried his hardest not to smile at his own remarks. You and Bruce were truly from the same dense batch.

You almost arrived at the apartment when Wayne called and told Alfred to come by the penthouse instead. 

“Apologies for the change in plans.” Alfred looked over and could tell you wanted to ask him something but quickly thought against it.

“That’s alright.” You smiled at him, continuing to look out the window as you drove through the streets of Gotham. This was going to be interesting.

When you did arrive at the luxury tower where his penthouse was, your heart almost dropped to the floor. The two-story apartment, probably around twenty five thousand square feet, was not only breathtaking from the outside, but it was also much bigger than entire houses you’ve studied and designed. And as soon as you stepped inside, you were surprised by how simple and modern it was. Whoever designed this deserved to be worshipped because you could see the entire city of Gotham from every corner of the place.

“Right this way Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Alfred, do you mind calling me by my first name please? I- it’s a little weird and I’m still just a graduate student not, not…” He understood what you meant and nodded at you, leading you towards the main room and leaving when Fox made an appearance.

“It’s very nice to see you again Y/N,” Fox shook your hand and motioned for you to sit down. You were about to ask where Bruce was when you saw him walking down the hallway. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for the sight of him.

He was wearing a long black robe that twisted behind him as he made his way towards you. Beneath the robe was a simple navy shirt and loose pajama pants, ones you avoided looking at for fear of embarrassing yourself again. You weren’t sure why it may have been the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen but his lack of footwear somehow made you clench your thighs together. You could hear his foots pad softly across the marble floor and snapped out of your haze when you saw Alfred coming behind him with tea.

“I trust you found a solution Mr. Fox? And good evening Ms/ Y/L/N.” He nodded towards you, gracing you with a quick, almost impatient smile before sitting down on the couch.

“S-sorry did I miss something?” You hoped you weren’t being a nuisance but it seemed that they were already running into issues.

“It seems that someone may or may not have leaked out plans for expansion and we’ve been getting unsolicited phone calls and emails in the past twenty four hours.” Fox thanked Alfred for the tea before taking a sip. 

“I swear I said nothing, not even to Fairbanks.” You instantly became defensive and you could tell it was a misplaced reaction when Bruce crossed his arms and stared at you. 

“No one is accusing you of anything, however, we will have to go about this in a different fashion.” Fox patted your back and motioned for you to sit down. 

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, we will not release our plans yet. Not for the project nor for who will be in charge of it. I am afraid you may receive offers from other companies and corporations, and as you know by now, we are protective of our employees.” Fox smiled at you before setting his tea down and flipping through a folder of paperwork before placing it on the table in front of you.

“This is more than what I bargained for.” You remarked, not out of annoyance more to point it out to everyone in the room.

“Reevaluating your decision?” Bruce couldn’t help but ask and Alfred gauged both his reaction adn your own, turning to Fox and staring at him before looking to the ground again.

“I never said that sir.” You whispered apologetically, taking a cup of tea and sipping on the hot liquid to take your mind of the circumstances you’d gotten yourself into.

“We just wanted to inform you before you signed any contracts.” Fox said to catch your attention and when you turned to him, you saw he had a pen ready for you to use on the numerous files next to your tea. “And what was the solution?” You wanted to be kept in the loop.

“For now, I think it will be in everyone’s interest if you are introduced as Mr. Wayne’s new secretary.” Fox said as he turned to Bruce who hadn’t heard that solution yet.

“Secretary?” Your tone came out more aggressive than you intended and you had to apologize for the outburst.

“Surely there must be something else we could say.”

“Nothing sounds believable, unless you wish to put a hold on the project, in which case Ms. Y/L/N will have moved in vain.” Fox shook his head before focusing on you again. “We will only introduce you as his secretary but you will be under no obligation to perform such tasks.”

“That’s what I’m for Y/N,” Alfred reassured you with his eyes and you were thankful for having him around, especially when a certain pair of eyes were looking through you.

“You will work from Mr. Wayne’s office at Wayne Enterprises which is only accessible by the people in this room, that way, you could start on the structure without fearing any interference. Should you need any consultation, you can always let me know and we could come here to work.” Fox assured you further with his plan which didn’t sound half bad as a matter of fact.

“You don’t have to make a decision now b-” Bruce wanted to make sure you understood that you weren’t being forced into anything but you surprised him with your response. 

“Okay.” You cut him off, nodding and grabbing the pen from the table while asking Mr. Fox where it was you needed to sign. As you finished the paperwork, Bruce was looking at Alfred, silently telling him that this may have been a big mistake. Alfred shook his head before smiling at Bruce to let him know that it would be fine. 

“This calls for a celebration. Alfred, get the 2011 Armand de Brignac,” Bruce stood up to shake your hands and you accepted it with trepidation, eyebrows furrowing when you noticed how rough his hands were. You hadn’t noticed it yesterday but that may have been because you were starstruck by the man. It was curious why someone like him, who probably never had to work a day in his life, had such rugged hands.

“Oh no thank you, I still have to take my stuff to the apartment.”

“You haven’t done that yet?” Bruce asked, his eyes shifting to the nervous tick with your fingers again and he decided to lay off a bit.

“You called while we were still on our way Master Wayne. Perhaps we could reserve that drink for a later time.” Alfred heavily suggested and you started between the men in the room feeling a little out of place. “Let me help with that then.” He said matter of factly before heading out to his room.

“That won’t be necessary sir I could move everything myself.”

“I’ll be down in five minutes.” He ignored your response and you could only look away from the older men in the room so you didn't visibly roll your eyes at him. When he did come down again, you were sure the universe was after your death. Amazing what a simple navy flannel and dark jeans could do. He’d rolled up his sleeves as well and it took every ounce of control to not drool over his smooth arms, although he did look like he bruised one a bit.

“Thank you Mr. Fox, I will see you tomorrow morning.” Bruce shook his hands, his smile dropping when he saw the same expression on Fox’s face his own butler had not a few hours ago. He immediately let go his hand and took the keys from Alfred, letting him know he’d be back within the hour. 

“Sir you really don’t have to,” you tried to reason with him again but he only opened the door of the car for you before going around to the driver seat.

“Since we’ll be seeing each other often, I think you can just call me Bruce.” He started the car and made his way through the estate towards the street, and you almost asked him how he knew where your apartment was but it was his butler that prepared it after all.

“I- I don’t think that would be professional of me sir,” you responded, avoiding his gaze and pretending to look at something on your phone. “I think we’re past professional, don’t you think?” That got your attention and when you faced him, you saw a dangerous glint in his eyes, one you were definitely reading into.

No, he wouldn’t. You were just an employee. 

“Fine, but only when we’re alone. I cannot be caught calling you by your first name in front of business partners and associates.”

“When we’re alone huh?” He asked, knowing fully well that your anxiety would spike but nothing brought him more joy than watching you fidget under his gaze. “That’s...that’s not what I meant.” You quickly responded and almost swore at him when he chuckled and told you he was just joking.

“Here we are.” He parked the car in a large garage and waited for you to get out before asking you what boxes he could start with. You were surprised with the area the apartment was in and you almost asked how much it could cost you but remembered the salary and knew it wouldn’t be an issue. You told him he could start with any box and chose to avoid paying attention to him when you saw the way his muscles flexed as he carried two boxes at a time. God damn how was he so fit? Why was he so fit? You focused on carrying as many boxes as you could but every once in a while, you’d catch a glimpse of the veins protruding on his arms as he exerted energy, almost tripping over the stairs when you saw his back as he bent down to place the boxes on the floor. Bruce pretended he didn’t see but he saw and turned quickly to hide the smile he couldn’t stop from taking over his features. 

An hour later, you’d placed all the boxes in the too-large apartment and thanked him profusely, apologizing that you had nothing to offer him to drink. 

“I honestly cannot thank you enough. For everything that you’ve done.”

“It was just a few boxes Y/N.”

“I meant about the rent as well Bruce.” You snarked back at him and had you not been busy with getting out a few books, you would have noticed the way his face flushed at the sound of his name. He almost asked you to say it again but somehow controlled himself, telling you it was nothing and that you had Alfred to thank. You chuckled when you noticed how uncomfortable he got because of you.

“Right, I’ll leave you to it then. Bedroom is at the end to the right and the bathroom is on the left. The room to the left is your office and uhhh, that should be it I think. I didn’t ask Alfred to get any furniture because I didn’t know what you preferred but there is a bed in there. Here’s the key to the apartment and I will see you bright and early tomorrow.” He handed you the key and stared at it for a few moments before heading towards the door. 

“Bruce,” you followed him quickly to ask for something and took a step back when he turned around instantly and looked at you like- like a...looks like Alfred was right, he was a hard man to read.

“Yes?” 

“I- who do I pay the rent to? Alfred didn’t tell me much about the place.”

“Well, you’re not paying for it actually. I, well I own the complex so you don’t have to.” You blinked at him in confusion before realizing you should probably have this conversation with a clear head. Bruce expected you to say something, anything, in return but when you remained silent, he nodded and headed out.

“Good night Y/N.”

“Night Bruce.” 

Bruce skidded down the stairs, not looking back at you once. He got in his car and sped off away from the apartment complex, swearing numerous times when he shifted and felt just how hard he was. A few minutes alone with you and he was acting like a teenage boy again. 

“Fuck,” he whispered as he drove through the streets, thanking whatever higher power existed when he saw the familiar symbol reflect on the nightsky. 

“About damn time.”

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