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[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 31-Charades

The Waynes were in the living room by the fireplace, enjoying some hot chocolate and playing charades. It was Christmas and Superman had given them an early gift. He was watching over Gotham to give them a night off.

Marinette pretended to pick a slip of paper out of the bowl and placed it in the opposite bowl. She smiled at everyone. She held up her hand and put up two fingers.

"Two words." Stephanie called out.

Mari nodded. She then placed her hands on her hips and stood tall.

"Person!" shouted Jason.

"A name?" Tim questioned.

Mari shook her head. Marinette cradled her arms together and rocked them.

"Someone is rocking the boat?" Dick asked.

She shook her head again.

"A baby?" Damian questioned.

Marinette nodded and clapped her hands. She stood tall and motioned a round belly in front of her.

"Pregnant." Dick called out, "Someone is pregnant!"

Marinette nodded.

"Who is pregnant?" Tim whispered, "Do we know anyone who is pregnant?"

"Or were pregnant?" Barbara suggested.

Many of the Waynes looked confused and had gone into detective mode. They were no longer focusing on Marinette and were too busy trying to recall people they knew. Mari pouted, but Damian motioned for her to continue. She smiled, happily.

Marinette pointed to herself.

"I'm pregnant?" Damian questioned, getting everyone's attention.

Marinette smiled, "Yes, Damian. I'm pregant."

Everyone's jaw dropped. Damian stood up quickly.

"Are you pregnant or is this part of the game?" He questioned.

Marinette pulled out a pregnancy test, with a tiny bow attached to it.

"I'm actually pregnant." Marinette spoke, "I found out last week at the doctors, but I figured a test would be good proof."

Damian rushed over to his wife and looked at the tiny stick in her hand. There was a plus sign on it and next to it was labeled as pregnant.

"Really?" he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Habibi." Marinette spoke, "You're a father."

Damian wrapped her up in his arms and kissed his wife's head. The Wayne started to shout and celebrate.

In Metropolis, Clark smiled at the dinner table.

"Are the Wayne having a good night off?" Lois asked.

"Yep." he answered, "I'm sure they will be calling us soon. It seems like I chose the best gift for today, after all."

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[puppiesandnightlock]

HELPPPPP

okay so i have three ideas for the super sons week bonus days and their all good and i cant choose one, therefore, i am asking you, the fandom people to choose one and help

so for every bat there is a super (vice versa) its more of like showing bruce and clark and then tim and connor and the super sons mimicking them or smth lol

i'll cut the poll two days b4 the 31st

edit: i posted tis like 6 hrs ago so due to the unexpected amout of votes in this poll im ending it tmrw lmao thx or yalls help ^^

EDIT EDIT : k so i left it up insteadofdeleting it and i see a clear winner here

anyways help me out maybe pls???? 🥺

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[oolong---latte]

play dress up

#the batman #batman 2022 #bruce waye #riddler #edward nygma #joker

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Out of Character [Part II]

PAIRING: Battinson!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Words:

Summary: Bruce faces immense guilt after committing his worst fear, hurting you by any means.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, fluff, short time jumps [***]

A/N - hope this was a satisfying ending!!! want to write more for him <3 I really want to write more for BATTINSON!!!

What felt like a few days, had turned into weeks since you’d last actually exchanged words with Bruce. The house was silent as ever, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to forgive Bruce: and everytime you’d convinced yourself that your anger had subsided, it simply all came over you again. 

Back to square one.

The guilt was eating Bruce up, although he had no idea how to go about his emotions. He had a few things on his plate already that demanded to be dealt with, not as Bruce himself although as the man behind the mask. Bruce was struggling and you knew. He wanted to give you space, and yet at the same time, he was desperately holding himself from barging into your room. And then what?

It’s not like he could easily erase your memory of the publicised affair. Not like he could wash away the immense frustration and sadness you felt. 

He caused that, that was on him and it was killing him.

Some nights, before Alfred had turned the lights off for the day, you’d notice  shadows circulating across the floorboards, seeping through the shallow gap between the door and the ground. It was Bruce no doubt, contemplating if he was bold enough to approach you or not. The only thing standing between the two of you was the door, and every night it ended with him walking away in a haste. 

The innocent part of you, if you were being honest did miss him. You missed his touch, the sheer volume of his presence. You missed his voice and how husky it would sound. You missed the way Bruce would kiss you goodnight always, no matter what time of the night. Although, every moment you found yourself reminiscing the pure moments, was followed through with anger. 

You had no idea how long this was going to last, this “grudge” you held. Although you couldn’t bear to look at Bruce for now, the thought of having to look him square in the eyes as you tried to talk it out, to some degree infuriated you. 

It was only a matter of time...

***

“Y/N, Mister Bruce wishes for you to join him for dinner in the hall.” 

Instead of Alfred arriving at his usual time with you dinner ready at hand to your door, he’d proceeded in empty handed. 

“Alfred, not tonight, I-”

“Please, Mrs Wayne-”

That name, that title you now shared. During these past few weeks, it seemed you had truly forgotten that you were at the end of the day still Bruce’s wife. The event that had disrupted your relationship seemed to have caused you to erase the feeling that you were indeed his partner. 

“He needs you. He really needs you now.”

You tore your eyes away from Alfred’s face, the sheer sadness or more so plea for you to resign your resentment was evident. He sighed.

“I haven’t seen him like this since the night his-... Well, you would know.”

He sighed, fumbling his fingers on his walking stick, as he looked down. Alfred knew Bruce better than anyone else. He was years ahead of you in knowing Bruce, and had come to see him during his lowest moments. 

“Yes, okay Alfred, tell him I’ll be down soon,” You insisted with a half-smile. This moment came sooner than you expected, you felt unprepared, as if you were walking into a trap. Although having witnessed Alfred’s plea, it seemed Bruce wasn’t doing so well without you.

***

Walking down each step until you’d entered the main dining hall, you felt your heart sinking further into your chest. You felt like you had suddenly fallen ill, your strength has you gripped the railing lessen, weakness in your knees. Immediately, looking up from the ground, Bruce already had his eyes on you, and much to your shock, there was a hint of relief. He instantly stood up from his seat, his plate empty as he’d patiently waited for your arrival. 

Yet no words exchanged. 

He looked absolutely run down, exhausted. Lack of sleep perhaps, suggested from the prominent dark circles around his eyes. His hair looked as though it had remained unwashed for a few days, although it seemed he made the attempt to keep himself maintained for tonight, wearing a dark, black suit.   

Alfred was present, as he set your end of the table ready, pouring you a glass of red wine.

“Thank you, Alfred.” You hesitantly smiled up at him before your eyes instinctively looked ahead towards Bruce. He was still looking at you, in awe that you actually had showed up.

Not long after, Alfred walked himself out quietly, closing the large wooden doors behind, leaving you both alone. 

As you picked up your fork, your hunger beginning to settle in, you hear a faint cough before a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N, I-I want to apologise-”

Despite feeling Bruce’s gaze on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to watch him. One hand fumbling in your lap, as the other held the fork, playing with the entree before you. 

“I’ve been missing you so much, these past few weeks not talking to you, not being able to be near you. The fact that you might just hate me, I-I can’t function.”

“What is this, are you trying to guilt trip me into forgiving you, Bruce?” You firmly disrupted. 

He was taken aback, a puzzled look on his face began to appear.

“Y/N, no, I  could never do what happened to you intentionally, but I need you to know, Selina was the one that came onto me.”

“Wow, you guys are already on first name basis, impressive Bruce. Would that mean she knows who you really are behind that mask? She know you have a wife at home, worried sick night and day until you come back in one piece?!” You persist, your tone rising as the fury inside of you began to stir. 

“No, of course not, Y/N, I-”

“Then tell me why you seemed to find yourself indulging in her advances, Bruce, why it took you so long to come to your senses?!”

“She needed my help, Y/N, I promise! We knew the same people, same culprits I-I had no choice but to help her, a favour for a favour. I got desperate for anything, I was hitting dead ends on this case... But I never knew what she was capable of, or what her intentions were. I’m telling you, she doesn’t know who I really am, and if she’d found out I’m sure she’d want no part of it.”

His fists had curled against the table as he slowly had risen himself up from his seat, leaning down as he steadied himself.

Although you felt mostly anger, you felt the tears swelling in your eyes, as you turned your gaze away from Bruce. As you attempted to compose yourself, you came to the haste realisation that the reason you’d felt all these immense emotions was because you’d still loved Bruce. 

“I-Is she the reason why you spend more time in that suit than at home with me?” You hesitantly stuttered, sulking in between, as you felt the tears streaming down fast against your tender cheeks, looking up and back down from Bruce. 

Instinctively and without hesitation, he came rushing towards you, crouching down your side, as his hands cupped your face gently, a thumb stroking the tears away. 

“Of course not Y/N, baby, how could you ever think that?” You shook your head in response, shyly shrugging your shoulders as you couldn’t find the courage to speak.

“It’s my fault. I’ve lost sense of what it is to be your husband, I’ve misplaced what was important to me, and that’s you, Y/N, I mean it. I never stopped loving you but I got caught up in other things that I forgot how to.”

As your hand reached up over Bruce’s hand, the contact to contact feeling you’d once despised now the urge of all that had been missed had caught up. Before you’d had the chance to hold him, he walked back towards his end of the table, leaving you confused. Bruce had leant down, snatching a black bag from the ground that you hadn’t even realised was there, so discretely hidden behind the thick leg of the table. He walked back towards you, crouching down as his hand reached within the loose bag.

“I’ve been really thinking, ever since our fight. I’ve been contemplating all along when I knew the answer from the start-”

In time you looked away from Bruce to what he revealed to be the cowl of Batman. You looked even more weary.

“Bruce-”

“Let me finish, Y/N-”

As he demanded, you obeyed. Slightly easing yourself back in your seat, your hands in your lap, as Bruce mustered up his words.

“Between what I’ve become and who I’ve failed to be, I’ve always known what was most important to me. I’ve denied the truth that I’ve been struggling to balance this life and that life, and as a consequence I lost you. I took on this role, not only for my family’s legacy, not for vengeance, but to protect the people of Gotham, to protect the people I care about, to protect you. In the process of it all, I never saw it coming that I’d be the one to hurt you, Y/N. These past few weeks, I haven’t been myself. God, I’ve missed you-” His hand reaching over to yours, pulling it up as he kissed it, before placing it back down, still holding it.

“I’ve made the final decision. I want you to have this. I don’t want to be someone that verges to protect when I can’t even protect you from myself. I’d rather sacrifice this over the possibility of you leaving, Y/N.”

“Bruce-”

“I love you so much.”

That same hand released its grip from yours as he tugged your hair behind your ear, your hand softly grasping his wrist as he did so. The hand that had been holding the cowl, urged for you to take it, he had no hesitation pulling it back, as he insisted.

“Bruce, I-I can’t let you do this.”

“But-“

“I know, I know that you’re sorry for everything. I know that you’re guilty of what happened, and that you’ve struggled to come to terms with repercussions of this-” You suggested as your eyes peered over the cowl, back to Bruce.

“I know that it hurt you to see us like this. But I can’t let you give this up. It’s been hard, and with what happened, you know better than to let it repeat itself. I know this now… But I want you to continue, I can’t be the reason you might regret this in a few years time, when Gotham needs you most.”

“Y/N, but I failed-”

“And that’s what it’s all been about, Bruce. That’s just life. But you can’t give up after every hiccup. I am your wife, and I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. Not so aware of the other competition I had, but I knew there’d be nights where I’d be up waiting for you, to tend to your wounds and to support you. I married Bruce Wayne because even though you put that cowl from night to night, it’s still you.”

You could see a faint smile appear on his face, as yours did. He threw the cowl by the side, as he slowly stood himself up, pulling you in closer for a long, overdue kiss. Despite all the tension, the passion was still vivid.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He exclaimed pulling apart as his strong arms wrapped around your body. You’d never felt more secure than as you did in this present moment.

“Guess I’m just your blessing in disguise,” You chuckled, before resuming your long awaited night of bliss.

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Okay but like. A slow burn with Bruce Wayne?

"Isn't it a little past your bedtime?"

The deep voice behind you makes you wince. You'd hoped to avoid his notice a little longer but- you should have known. Bruce Wayne knew everything. He'd probably known the second you crossed the city limits.

"A bit," you say turning slowly, looking up at him. "But I'm headed home now."

He nodded slowly. In the cowl, his face was inscrutable. But you knew he wasn't happy to see you. Four years ago, he'd made it clear he didn't want to see you again. And yeah. He'd been grieving. Jason, his son, was dead. He'd lashed out, hurt and furious and guilty. Like he'd done so many times before. But this time? The things he'd said you couldn't overlook. Not even for Bruce. So you'd left.

"Welcome home, Y/N," he said, opening your car door.

"Thank you, Batman."

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You curled on the rooftop chaise wishing you'd moved back while it was still warm enough to use the pool. And watched tiny leaf tornados swirl on the rooftop just below yours, and sigh. Just when you thought you were cried out, you were unpleasantly surprised to learn you weren't.

Another jolt of pain would rip through you. At this rate you were going to have to buy stock in tissues. When the sliding door opened, you jumped, ready to shout at them. But when it was Alfred, accompanied by your housekeeper, you relaxed slightly.

"Alfred," you say, "I'm afraid you caught me 'not at home'."

"My apologies," he said contritely. He'd intended to scold you for staying away from the house. For having to find out from Bruce that you were home. But now? He understood. You'd come home with nowhere else to go. Not sure where to go after your divorce. "But I thought I'd be remiss if I didn't do something to welcome you back." He proffered a plate of cookies gently.

"Jess?" you asked, turning to the housekeeper, "Will you make us some tea?"

"Of course," she said, "Anything else?"

"No," you answer, pausing "Maybe a wastepaper basket. I seem to have made a mess."

Jess looked at the pile of tissues and if she had any opinions, she didn't voice them. Turning to go and do as you asked as Alfred takes the seat you offer him, setting the plate down.

You curl onto the chaise and wrap your arms around your knees, feeling vulnerable and uncomfortable as Alfred regarded you.

"So," Alfred said, "Is the scoundrel still breathing or have you remedied that already?"

You snort in spite of yourself, wiping your face on your sleeve, "I don't want him dead. I wouldn't want to leave his kid without their dad."

Alfred blinked. He'd heard through the grapevine that he'd triggered the infidelity clause in the prenup. But- this he hadn't heard. "Y/N I-"

You shrug, smiling your thanks at Jess, "We'll wait on ourselves, thank you." Alfred waits until she left and the door had shut before turning back to you with a frown, "I hadn't heard-"

Another inelegant shrug and a sad smile cut him off. "I suppose he got tired of waiting- or got tired of being disappointed," you say. And Alfred watches helplessly when you hug your knees closer to your chest and lay your head down, hiding your face to try and get your composure.

He'd soothed many broken hearts over the years- but this he didn't know how to fix for you and it made him feel, for the first time in a long time, useless. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

When you start crying in earnest again, he moves closer, laying a hand on the back of your head gently and rubbing the back of your neck, "The circumstances are horrid, but I'm glad you're home, Miss Y/N. We've missed you."

"Bruce-"

"Master Bruce," Alfred huffed, "Learned the error of his ways about a week later after the dust settled. The only reason he didn't attend the wedding or call you after that was foolish pride." He picked up the box of tissues and handed it to you.

You huff a laugh and lean against his side, grateful for his presence. His calm helped. Unphased by the mess your life was in, he'd simply shown up and you could feel him gearing up to take control.

"I think he'd be pleased if you came to dinner with evening," he said honestly. "Kate is coming. And we have new children living there that I think you'd love."

You look up at him, hesitating and Alfred smiled a little. "Master Bruce will be on his best behavior," he promised.

"Do I have to dress for it?"

"No," he laughed. "The dress code has relaxed a little bit since Clark insists on showing up in flannels and 'formal' dress for Diana happens to mean armour."

"So I can wear jeans?"

"As long as they do not have holes."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Waye x reader #anon ask #ask answered #minors dni

[iguana-eyanna]

The Blood Within Us Chapter 16

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Pregnant! Reader

Summary: Will the reader do whatever it takes to protect the ones she loves when tragedy hits the Wayne family? How far will the truth be tested when she realizes she’s not the only one with secrets of her own?

Warning: smut, oral, oral receiving, lactation, lactation kink, armed robbery, abduction, minor car crash, fake officer

After the wedding reception, Bruce thought it would be nice for the two of you to get away from the manor to a penthouse apartment you both owned in the city.

He claimed it was both your honeymoon/babymoon, not that you minded. You two finally arrived on the top floor with both your bags.

“There’s one thing I have to do before we get in.” Bruce said.

You quirk an eyebrow, then you suddenly yelled in surprise as Bruce took you in his arms.

“Bruce, put me down!” You squealed, trying to smack him in the chest.

“It’s tradition to carry the bride before entering their honeymoon destination.” He smirked before the automatic door recognized you two from its facial recognition and allowed you to enter.

Bruce walks in with you in his arms as he began peppering you with kisses around your face and neck.

“Bruce, the bags-” You tried telling him, but to no avail, as you refrained from moaning the pleasure he was giving you.

“No one is coming up here, it’ll be fine.” He said in a rush, as his kisses became sloppier by the second.

He finally found the couch without him breaking eye contact with you, letting you sit on the couch. 

His eyes became darker by the second, as he quickly tried taking off your clothes. Much to his surprise, all of your undergarments weren’t beneath your clothes.

“Cut me to the chase.” He said.

“I wanted you to have easy access.” You said, blushing.

“What a good girl.” he whispered, eyeing your clit that was begging for a taste. 

He then grabbed a throw pillow near him and placed it behind your back for support as you arched your lower body, spreading your legs widely.

“On the contrary, I’m quite naughty.” You said, sucking your pointer from your left hand as you used your right hand to kneed your right breast. 

He smiled coyly before striking into your folds, making you gasp.

He places your knees over his shoulder as a way for him to suck your juices deep inside you. He doesn’t mind your hand pushing his head more into your clit, as you pulled the raven locks that had small streaks of white you loved most. You tasted perfection.

Bruce looks upward and sees you looking down at him, sucking your finger more as well as massaging your boob. He saw a white residue slowly trickle down your chest, making you whimper.

You were lactating.

As you take your hand away from the back of his head, he pleads with his eyes for permission for him to stop what he was doing. You nod your head hastily, as Bruce took his lips away from your pussy, making a popping sound.

Your hands found their way to your swollen lips as you start rubbing them. He smacks your fingers away as he slowly guides his throbbing tip into drenched pussy.

You are about to scream at how big he’s gotten till he attacked his tongue to lick off the excess milk on your body. Soon, his mouth got ahold of your areola and sucked the nipple. A rush of milk started to go down his throat, as he was gulping up the contents. 

You yell his name out loud repeatedly, as you felt his hot cum buried inside of you. Bruce switched to different breasts, continuing what he has done a second ago.

“You’re so - beautiful-” Bruce said between breaths.

“I know,” You said in a cocky way, only for him to nibble on your nipple to tease you rotten.

Soon enough, he carried you to the bedroom to be more comfortable. He tried telling you that you didn’t have to please him with his throbbing member (although it BEGGED for attention), but you gave him a quick blowjob in the shower.

Skipping to you guys finally resting, he places the last dollop of shea butter you had and seductively rubbed your belly as you moaned in your tired state.

That’s what you two have done for the past days, endlessly fucking each other and Bruce feeding you improved meals that you quite enjoyed. Except for when he attempted to make pizza from scratch, he left it on the stove too long (you may have been to blame) so you ordered some Chinese takeout.

Now, Bruce was waking up around 9:30 in the morning, the latest he has ever slept in. With his eyes still closed, he tries to hold you closer to his body but he couldn’t feel you. Opening his eyes, he realized you weren’t in the bed.

He hears you huffing, so he sits up from where he lies to see you trying to put on your shoes.

“Do you have to leave out of bed?” Bruce asked, still enveloped in the blanket you two shared.

“It’s nice to hear how our roles have changed.” You playfully said as you tried to place them on your shoes to no avail.

Bruce laughs and gets out of his position to where you sat, kneeling to put on your shoes.

“C’mon, we just got married a few days ago. Let’s just stay in, watch a movie in the screen room, feed you your favorite fruit.” He seductively said, trailing his finger on your bare leg to your inner thigh.

You shiver from his touch, feeling your heart race.

“I love to, but not today. I want to finish what I can before I go on maternity leave. Then, I’m all yours for the taking.” You said as Bruce helped you off the chair. 

“I love you, you know that right?” He asks.

“Of course I do. Why do you think I married you?” You bite your lip, raising your hand to show the ring that rested on your left hand.

He kisses you quickly, grabbing his robe so he could walk you to your car, You waved goodbye to him and focus your eyes on the road.

Suddenly, the guilt began to eat you up.

You hate lying, but you knew that you had to do this yourself.

You finally arrived at your destination, walked up the stairs of the building, and walked inside.

“Hello! How can I help you?” the teller asked.

“Hi, I’m here to access a bank account under my name.”

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Bruce just walked out of your favorite bakery with the desserts you’ve been craving. He uses his free hand to dial your work number.

“Hello?” Akari, your assistant, answered.

“Hi, Akari. Hope you’re doing good. I was just going to let you know I’m stopping by the office to drop my wife some food for her and the rest of the office.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Wayne. I had no idea she was stepping into the office.” 

Bruce paused in his tracks. 

“She wasn’t supposed to be working today?” he asks.

“No, she told me beforehand that she had to go to the bank-” 

Bruce dropped the box of treats on the floor and hung up on your assistant. He ran fast to his car and headed to where he thought you would be: Gotham’s First Bank.

He calls Alfred quickly. 

“Master Bruce is everything alri-”

“Alfred, alert the boys! Their mom is in trouble!” Bruce yelled.

Finally, he parked his car on the side of the road, seeing a bunch of police and SWAT cars surround the building.

“Sir, you can’t enter the premise.” An officer tried to turn him away.

“My wife is in there!” Bruce raised his voice, his heart pounding faster not knowing if you were safe or hurt.

“Andrei, let him in,” Barbra said, seeing Bruce.

Andrei lifts the tape over Bruce, who turned his head to the officer.

“What happened?” Bruce asks as he came up to her.

“Someone rang the silent alarm 23 minutes ago, all we know for sure is that there are heavily armed people.”

“Dad? What are you doing here?” Bruce turns around to hear who called him and see it was Dick who looked very worried.

“Your mom’s assistant said that she went to the bank,” Bruce said, his features sharpened. 

“What?” Dick said in shock, as he switched his sight to the bank.

“Grayson, don’t even think about it,” Barbara said, knowing that Dick would have run inside to make sure you were ok.

“Lieutenant Gordon, the SWAT team is ready.” an officer shouted in their direction.

Agents left and right swarmed around the building. 

Bruce couldn’t think, not when he had no clue if you were okay, hurt, or worse. All he could focus on was the orders being shouted, the alarms, the heightened anxiety.

His phone rings, breaking him out of his state.

He answers it, seeing Tim’s contact.

“Dad!” Tim yelled.

“The SWAT is going inside, making sure-”

“She’s not in there!” Tim screamed again.

“She’s not?” Bruce said out loud.

Dick looks at his dad from his outburst. 

The two men step aside from the commotion and place the phone on speaker phone.

“Talk to me, Tim,” Dick said.

“I’m looking at mom’s phone location. It turns out her phone was active twenty minutes earlier, located across from the bank where parking was available.”  

Just on cue, Bruce notices that police officer Andrei getting a phone call and leaving in a rush.

Bruce follows him, Dick hot on his trail.

“Why are we following him?” Dick asks.

“The last time I was on patrol, two men entered Dent’s office. One of them was called Andrei.”

Dick could question his father, saying that anyone could share that name. 

But when Bruce was furious, he is beyond being reasoned.

The two men follow Andrei until they see him stop by a car.

Your car was crushed from behind.

He takes the opportunity to sneak up on Andrei to throw him against your car door, holding him by the collar. “What did you do with my wife!?”

Realizing who Bruce was, Andrei just smugs at him.

“I didn’t do anything, I was just here to clean up the evidence.” 

Bruce, now remembering that was the voice he heard a few weeks ago, was about to punch him until Dick screamed to stop.

Bruce turns around to see Dick crouched on the sidewalk, picking up a broken device.

“Mom’s phone,” he whispered.

The crooked officer laughs.

Bruce punches him across the face, then throws him again against the door roughly.

“Where is she?” Bruce commanded.

“I ain’t no snitch,” Andrei said.

Bruce was about to punch again until Dick held his arm away.

“Dad…” Dick begged.

He knew this wasn’t right. That’s why Dick became a policeman, to bring justice fairly.

Bruce lets his arm down and allows Dick to arrest him.

“I’ll let Babs know and turn him in. Go.” Dick said.

Bruce runs off to his car, now focusing to get you back. 

But what happened?

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*Twenty minutes earlier*

This was it, you finally had it.

Everything that would expose Maroni was in your purse: all the files, recordings, you name it. It was like you were taking a million dollars in your bag, so you walked with purpose to your car. Now, all you had to do was head over to the police department.

A vehicle pulled over behind yours, crashing the tailgate.

The driver came out and looked worried. 

“Geez, ma’am I am so sorry. I was too distracted that I didn’t realize I swerved the wrong way.”

“It’s fine, no worries.” You said in a rush, as time was of the essence.

“Allow me to wait with you so a service truck can arrive to tow yours.”

“You don’t need to, I’ll just call for a ride,” You said, already searching in your coat pocket for your phone.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Wayne.” The man said. 

You froze as you were about to open your phone.

You never gave your name to him.

You slowly turned your head and see him revealing a gun by his waist.

“Why don’t you give me the phone?” He says.

You give him your phone as he slams it on the concrete ground, crushing it with his shoe too.

“If you so kindly sit in the back of my car…” he said, coyly.

You carefully walk to his vehicle, where he opened the door so you wouldn’t pull any tricks. You sit down and buckled yourself, too scared to utter anything.

The man sits on his side and looks over his shoulder.

“I would have to make sure that your hands are tied, but the boss said to give you special treatment.

After all, you are his granddaughter.” 

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@elizamalfoyy

@mikariell95

@edgycatx

@goddess-of-congeniality

@sakaki-chaaaaannn

#batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x pregnant reader #bruce waye x reader #batfamily #batmom #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #dc #dc comcis #damian wayne #damian al ghul #two face #dc imagine #batman x reader #batman imagines #the batman #alfred pennyworth #dcu #young justice #teen titans

[wonderlandleighleigh]

5 Batfam

It's a long fucking night on patrol, and it's rare that it's all hands on deck these days, but here they are.

It's six in the morning, and they're strewn across the cave in various states of undress from their uniforms, masks and cowls and and helmets and capes dumped haphazardly around them.

"Why has the bleeding not stopped?" Tim asks, frustrated as he holds a second wash cloth to his nose.

"Because you got elbowed in the fucking face by Killer Crock," Jason points out, a pack of ice pressed to a very purple bruise just under his eye. "He broke your nose."

"You think that's bad," Steph chimes in as she limps over to them. "Cass got stabbed."

"It's fine," she calls. "I'm fine."

"Stabbed!" Stephanie cries again.

"Tt," Damian snorts. "That is nothing compared to the third degree burns Grayson got."

"I am also fine!" Dick calls. "Really, it's nothing."

"Just up and apply the ointment, burnt wonder," Barbara orders.

Duke chuckles as he gets ready for his morning patrol. "Burnt wonder. That's good."

"Right?" Dick agrees. "Babs is so good at those. It's so hot."

"Disgusting," Damian complains.

"I'm supposed to have a date tonight," Tim says. "If Bernard sees the way my nose a messed up, he's gonna freak."

"Just tell him I slammed a door in your face or something," Jason offers. "I'll be the bad guy for this one."

"Aw, brotherly love," Dick coos. "So nice."

"Fuck off, Big Bird," Jason replies.

"Where's Bruce?" Stephanie frowns.

"Skill chipped," Cass responds. "Alfred."

All of them "aahh" and "oooww" in acknowledgement.

"I'm fine!" Bruce calls.

"This family is weird," Dick comments.

#fic #batfam #Tim Drake #Dick Grayson #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Duke Thomas #Damian Waye #Barbara Gordon #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne

[bittlebarnes]

undone

DCU | TEEN | TIM/KON | 7,517 WORDS

Being outed to the media against his will was never in Tim’s plan but, well, he is adaptable. All he’s got to do now is get his family and Conner on board.

At least...that's what he thought.

-or-

Tim and Kon try to navigate being in a relationship in the public eye while forces outside their control conspire to make things more difficult for them.

Another year another @batfam-big-bang! I had a fun time! Enjoy!

#batfam #batfam big bang 2022 #batfam big bang #tim drake #kon el #timkon #kontim #tim drake centric #bruce waye is tim drake's biological parent #bruce wayne #clark kent #lois lane

[sishal01]

last line game tag

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

thanks @flowerparrish for the tag!

The last line I posted was from Please Be Real (Slade Wilson/Bruce Waye):

Holding on for dear life.

Tagging @river9noble, @there-must-be-a-lock, @thesandsofelsweyr, @anotherbasicfanboi, @dragonpyre in case any of you guys want to join, no pressure though! <3

#ask game #tag game #last line tag

[atlanticcanada]

Plans push forward on $110M-renovation of Halifax Forum

Halifax Regional Council is pushing forward with a site and building plan for the possible redevelopment of the Halifax Forum.

On Tuesday night, council directed the chief administrative officer to provide more details on the potential project, shortly.

“I think we have to bite the bullet on this and get something done,” said Halifax Mayor Mike Savage.

Two years ago, the cost to tear down and rebuild the Forum facility, which includes two rinks and two community halls, was roughly $80 million.

It has now soared to $110 million.

Savage said the city needs to make a decision, soon.

“The only thing that scares me more than $110 million today is what it might be in two years if we don’t do something,” said Savage.

Neil Samson has been using the Forum parking lot as a taxi stand for the past 35 years.

When Samson first heard of the $110, million price tag:

“I was shocked. Not a good idea, I don’t think,” said Samson.

Potential plans to rebuild the forum, include tearing down the entire property and replacing it with two arenas and a modern community hall. For that to happen, the Forum would need to be deregistered as a heritage property.

“Saving the outside of the building, the façade is all that is required,” said HRM Councillor Waye Mason. “There is no requirement to save any of the inside of the building.”

Mason added the detailed design will determine the overall cost, and how much of this building can be saved.

“The question is, after they do that analysis, will there be enough left to even say that we are saving the heritage,” said Mason.

CTV asked Halifax resident Brian Joyce if a sports facility should have heritage status.

“Hmmm, I don’t think,” said Joyce.

Nova Scotia Sport Hall of Fame CEO and President Bruce Rainnie, politely disagrees, based on 96 years of Forum sports history.

“To see this be deregistered, to me, would be a disservice and a shame,” said Rainnie, who added the hall of fame has a charity bingo relationship with the Forum.

“It allows us to be a self-sustaining operation that can offer free educational programming around the province.”

HRM Council is expected to decide within the next year. A new forum facility would likely be completed no later than 2028.

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#new brunswick #prince edward island #nova scotia #news #politics #canada #CTVAtlantic

[ebouks]

Batman the Ultimate Guide New Edition

Batman the Ultimate Guide New Edition

Batman the Ultimate Guide New Edition Matthew K. Manning “DC’s Dark Knight first emerged from the shadows in the pages of Detective Comics in 1939, when young Bruce Waye vowed to avenge his parents’ murder and fight for justice in crime ridden, corrupt Gotham City. Packed with information on the Dark Knight, including how he was created and evolved over the decades, this in world celebration of…

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[pyrokinesis]

not to sound like a fanon fan but the fact that despite everything, talia al ghul only married one person so far and it's bruce wayne, and despite all loves he's had, the only person bruce wayne ever married is talia al ghul... and yes they're happily and unhappily divorced <3333

#brutalia #talia al ghul #bruce waye #batman #batfam

[prosperdemeter2]

Another hot take...

Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark would actually be those dads that message each other whenever their kids do something weird. Just to compare (and maybe get advice but they will never admit that even on their death beds, they have a *reputation*).

#batman #iron man #batdad #irondad #batfam #iron family #bruce waye #tony stark

[oolong---latte]

flashback

#riddlebat #the batman #riddler #bruce waye #the prompt was zipper

[robinrequiems]

talia al ghul headers.

you are an al ghul first, a wayne second.

#dc comics #dc #headers #talia al ghul #daughter of the demon #talia al ghul icons #bruce waye #batman #talia al ghul headers #dc comics headers #dc comics icons #ras al ghul #batman villains #batman lover #batman incorporated #damian wayne #damian al ghul

[prettyyoungandbored]

Baby [Bale!Bruce Wayne]

Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Request: Hi! Could I possibly get a Christian Bale! Batman where reader is his wife and tells him she wants a baby?

Author’s Note: This story takes place at the beginning of “The Dark Knight”.

Y/N sat in the bed, her knees pulled up to her chin. Rays from an early morning navy blue sky hit her through the window covered room.

It was the third sleepless night she’d had this week and it wasn’t because Bruce was out on Batman duties. It also wasn’t because a murderous, psychopathic clown was causing even more mayhem over Gotham City. No, instead it was over something else. Something she’d managed to shake off two months ago, but now couldn’t ignore any longer.

Everytime she opened her mouth to bring it up, her stomach tightened and body froze. She couldn’t muster enough courage to let the words out and would often say something else or “it’s nothing”.

She heard the knob to the bedroom turn and saw Bruce walk in. A soft, tired smile playing on his lips as he glanced at her.

“What’re you doing up?” he asked.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I couldn’t sleep.”

He crawled into the bed bringing her into his arms. “Seems like you’re doing that a lot these days. Are you feeling alright?”

She sighed, snuggling her head deeper into his chest. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Anything you want to share with the class?”

She let out of low chuckle. Bruce’s smile faded a bit, realizing Y/N was once again pushing whatever it was that was bothering her away. He’d noticed she was distracted and it went beyond the sleepless nights. Everytime he looked at her or watched her open her mouth to speak, her confidence shifted into fear and anxiety followed by disappointment and defeat.

He would’ve thought after two years of marriage she would feel more than comfortable sharing whatever it was that was bothering her or what was on her mind; however, he supposed some things were harder to say than others.

“Y/N, hon,” he spoke up. “I would hope you know that whatever it is that’s bothering you or keeping you up at night, you can tell me.”

Y/N lifted her head, her chest growing heavy as the knot in her stomach tightened. She sighed, closing her eyes.

“I want a baby.”

She opened one eye to see Bruce smiling at her. Her fears began to diminish, but she remain hesitant to rule anything out.

“Say it again, but I want you to look at me,” he told her.

She opened the other eye, lips pulled back. “Bruce, I want a baby.”

His smile grew larger, heart swelling. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Y/N playfully scoffed. “I didn’t know how you’d react! It’s not something like ‘Hey, let’s get a dog’ or something. This is a child. It’s nine months of pregnancy, hours of delivery, and then god knows how long of sleepless nights and then 18 years of being responsible for another human. It’s asking for another commitment among other commitments that you have going on.”

She sighed. “I just didn’t think you’d want one right now or ever.”

Bruce turned over to her, caressing her cheeks in his hands. “How long have we known each other?”

“Four years.”

“How long have we been married?”

“Two.”

“Don’t you think that if I didn’t want kids I would’ve told you or brought it up before we got married?”

“Well we never discussed kids at all before we got married.”

He just smiled, knowing she had a point.

“Alright, fair enough,” he gave in, chuckling. “I do want kids.”

His confirmation was enough to send a massive wave of relief over Y/N. But there was still one issue.

“But what about Batman?”

He shrugged. “We’ll figure it out.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Batman can’t just disappear and reappear.”

“But he can. He could even disappear forever.”

She sat up. “You would just give up Batman? No questions asked?”

“The city won’t always need me. Besides, Dent’s doing a great job of clearing out the streets.”

“But he’s not you.”

“He’s what’s best for the city.” He took Y/N’s hands. “I can’t be Batman forever if I’m gonna have a kid who needs me. I could do a good amount in nine months and then take a break.”

She smiled and placed a hand on his cheek, before leaning in to give him a chaste kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Bruce went to pull her under him when Y/N pulled back.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked.

He smiled. “Absolutely.”

#bruce wayne x reader #batman fanfic #batman #christian bale #christian bale x reader #bruce waye #the dark knight fanfiction #the dark knight #the joker #tdk trilogy #tdk #bruce wayne fluff #batman x reader