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bkwrm523 · 1 year
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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.
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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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221bshrlocked · 4 years
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Here Right Now
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Words: 2884
Warnings: my power couple - angst and smut
A/N: This came out of nowhere. I wrote some of it late last night and the rest of it today. I needed to practice needy Bruce because guess what Wanted Man will address eventually. Also, I haven’t written smut in a while and I just wanted to see if I could still do it or not so your comments will be much appreciated. This is a bit tame for my usual smut because I think I suck writing that now. I wrote this on my phone and I didn’t proofreed it because I have to get back to my homework so I apologize for any mistakes. Enjoy :)
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He always commanded any room he was in. Even if it wasn't his party, somehow his presence was felt, sometimes in a good way and other times in a bad way. Well, to most individuals it was unpleasant. He had this aura about him, one that gave off nothing but narcissism, pride, and superficial playboy assholness. 
But you've watched him closely in so many of these events and you could tell that it was just an act. His smile never really reached far back enough to be considered genuine. And all those women he paraded around never got his attention. But they did get everyone else's which was probably the point. 
You walked away from your employer to get a glass of wine, finally feeling relaxed for the first time that night. It wasn't that you weren't thankful for the life you had, far from it. But you just couldn't stand these rich people who thought they owned you and your services. As soon as you turned around, you walked into a solid body, apologizing when you thought you had spilled your drink.
When an intimidating pair of hazel eyes looked into yours, you knew it was in your best interest to continue apologizing. You didn't want to hear another lecture from your boss again.
"Mr. Wayne, I am truly sorry I hadn't noticed you at all." You swallowed the lump in your throat, waiting for whatever insult he was going to spew at you.
"Now now, there's no need to lie Ms. Y/N." Bruce held your gaze and you hated how much that million, no, billion dollar smile affected you. 
"Sorry?" You didn't know how to respond. Not only were you trying to read in between the lines but you were also surprised he knew your name at all.
"We both know you haven't stopped staring at me the entire night and I can't help but feel like we could amend that." He took the drink out of your hand and placed it on the bar, his eyes shamelessly dragging down your form before returning to your surprised orbs.
Had he not acted like he owned you already, you could have gone home with him. Not everyone can say they had a one night stand with Bruce Wayne. Granted he walked around with models and actresses everywhere but everyone knew he didn't take any of them home.
Fixing your clutch around your shoulder, you stepped away from him and cleared your throat. 
"Word of advice Mr. Wayne, stop acting like you own everyone. A little humility goes a long way." You gave him a rather unfriendly smile before walking away. 
Bruce stood still, absolutely enamored by your lack of care for who he is. He watched as you went to your boss and whispered something in his ear before heading towards the exit. 
Putting on your coat, you walked outside and tried to hail a cab when a low roar grabbed your attention. You rolled your eyes at the man driving the luxurious car, trying your hardest to not pay him any more attention than he already had.
"It's cold. You should let me give you a ride."
"I can find as much warmth in a taxi Mr. Wayne. Don't worry about me." You turned away and smiled at the entertained valet standing nearby.
Bruce hated how much sarcasm that last sentence was drenched with but he chose to ignore it.
"Please." He wasn't one to beg, let alone ask twice for something.
 The plea sounded almost genuine and perhaps that was why your own feet betrayed you and got in his car. 
"Thank you," you weren't sure why he was the one thanking you when it should've been you but you nodded and looked away from him. Bruce drove through the streets expertly, not speeding once or attempting to make himself known. 
When he got to your place, he parked the car and nervously played with the steering wheel.
"If you're waiting for me to invite you upstairs, I won't. But thank you for the ride Mr. Wayne, it was entertaining to say the least." You unbuckled your seatbelt and moved to exit the car when you heard shuffling next to you. 
"I am sorry, I- what I said back there...it was uncalled for." Bruce looked at you with a thousand emotions swimming in his eyes and you couldn't help but grasp onto the one that powered over all the others.
"I know you are. Whatever it is you're doing, it has everyone fooled. This...all of this...it isn't you. And I hope you find someone that could make you feel like yourself again. Without the masks and charades. This-" You softly touched his chest and firmly pressed on his heart, wanting him to listen closely to what you were about to say, "here, right now, this is who you are." You didn't have a chance to react, your entire body jerking forward when you felt Bruce violently pull on your wrist, his other hand grabbing your neck to bring you closer to him and before you knew it, his lips were on you like dew on leaves in the early morning hours.
A part of you knew you should push him away or even slap him and walk out. But his lips were soft, so much softer than you imagined. And my god did you imagine.
His tongue pushed through into your mouth and devoured your own, his hands never wandering anywhere inappropriate. Bruce almost moved away from you when he didn't feel you moving against him. But then returned his affection with twice as much ferocity, fingers combing through his long hair and pulling on it when he became more desperate with feeling you move with him.
You felt his pulse beating against the hand holding on his neck and you brushed the thought aside. There was no way someone like you made this man's heart race through the roof.
A few minutes later, Bruce finally managed to pull away but he kept his arms around you, afraid you'd walk away from him again. When you began to move, he knew he had no right to keep you in the car so he returned to his seat again. Combining through his hair, he waited for you to exit the car, his eyebrows furrowing when you remained still in your seat.
A loud buckling of a seat belt snapped him out of his haze and when he turned towards you, he saw you fixing the strap of yours dress, never once looking away from him. 
"Well, are we going to make out all night long or are you going to take me home?" You calmly asked, returning the smile he had plastered on his face.
And you hated how attentive you were to those little expressions.
He was genuinely smiling at you. 
The engine came back to life and you expected him to zoom through the streets, but he didn't. In fact, he was much more at ease now, his hand nestled on your thighs and holding on your shaking fingers. 
When he made it to his manor, he exited the car and ran around to open the door for you, smiling when you took the palm of his hand and squeezed it. He could tell you were nervous but he said nothing, offering you his arm to walk you to the door. 
A few minutes later, Bruce was apologizing for the long walk to his room and you laughed at the gesture because you knew his intentions weren't ones of pride. No, he was actually sorry you had to go up so many stairs to get to his room.
And when you finally made it, he shut the door behind him and walked to the window drawing back the curtains to light the room with the night sky.
Bruce turned around and was about to tell you that you had no obligation to do anything with him when he found your dress in a pile on the floor. Looking up, his Adam's apple nervously bobbed up and down at seeing you in nothing but a pair of black panties and heels.
Just like earlier, Bruce didn't move a muscle, afraid this was all a dream and that you weren't half naked in his room right now.
You could tell he was thinking of a million things so you made the first move, approaching him slowly before pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders. When you saw that he was still willing, you pulled on his tie and threw it away from him, unbuttoning the first few buttons before pushing the shirt away to reveal his chest. Bruce watched your every move, entranced by how gentle you were being with him. When you undid his cuff buttons as well and pulled the shirt out of his pants to get rid of it, Bruce found it had to breathe. 
But as soon as he felt your hands on his belt, he quickly reached to stop you. 
"I- this isn't...I am not trying to- oh god Y/N. You don't have to do anything." Your heart broke at his stammering. He really was trying to stay in control, more for your sake than his. And for the first time, you managed to get a peek inside the true Bruce. This man was trying to make you see him and so far, he was succeeding. He just didn't know it.
"Bruce..."
The sound of his name on your lips was probably what broke the spell. Somehow more aggressively than before, he wrapped his arms around you and carried you to his bed, leaving kisses anywhere he could reach before depositing you on his bed. 
You noticed that he liked to be as close to you as possible. Maybe he was touch starved. No scratch that, he was definitely touch starved. The man lost his parents at such a young age and only lived with his butler. He really was in some desperate need for proper and healthy attention.
You moaned and gasped as he worshipped your skin, half yelling his name when he pinched and licked your hard nipples. Between the assault on your breasts and feeling how hard he was, you were done for. 
"Bruce please...off, take this off. Need you," you never sounded this desperate for anyone or anything but you knew he needed to hear this. Damn him to hell for what he was going to have you feeling the next morning but a part of you loved the fact that you were able to help him. 
Bruce quickly obliged, grudgingly standing up to take his pants off before nestling between your thighs again. You pushed yourself against him, wanting to feel as much of his strangely scarred and bruised body as possible.
"Wai- oh fuck, Y/N please wait. I- I don't have a condom."
"I'm on the pill, just-" You were frantic, trying to take your panties off but whining when he didn't give you a chance.
"No no I can't take advantage of you, not you. We could-"
"If you don't fuck me right now I will actually be so goddamn angry at you." You had nothing else to threaten him with. And yet the look he had on his face when you said that managed to make you believe, even for a second, that he couldn't stand the thought of you being angry with him. 
"Y/N," he moaned your name before leaning down and taking your lips again. You sighed when you felt him palming the wet spot on your panties before pushing them aside and smearing your juices everywhere. Whatever clarity you had left was gone out the window as soon as you felt his fingers move inside you.  He was slow at first, expertly rubbing every spot that had you seeing stars. But then his hands got a little rough and before you knew it, he was fucking you with his fingers will whispering the filthiest things in your ears.
You held onto his shoulders, panting against him and not caring that you were probably bruising his beautiful skin. Within minutes, you were shaking in his arms, begging him to slow down or stop because you couldn't take the pleasure anymore.
As you came down from your little blissful high, you could feel something else nudge against your entrance. But he was still hesitating.
"Please...Bruce please I need you. Want to feel you inside me. Pl-please," you weren't surprised when he couldn't hold back and thrust in all at once. He was bigger than you thought, so much warmer and thicker than any other man you slept with. 
"Oh god Bruce...fuck, Bruce, you're so big. G-give me a second." You whispered against his jaw, trying to focus on opening up for him so he could move. You really needed him to move.
Bruce was panting above you, trying to stay in control to not hurt you. But you felt so fucking good.
"Shit... you're so tight around me Y/N. So goddamn warm and tight and perfect. I could stay here forever." He kept kissing your neck and cheeks, wanting you to feel safe in his arms.
The sensation was new to him. But he didn't want to think this way or feel this way ever again. Not after-
And the words he said made you feel so special. But you didn't want to dwell too much on that last bit. He was way out of your league.
"Move. Oh my god, you feel so fucking good inside me Bruce...you can move." You struggled to say to him but it was all worth it.
Bruce gently pulled almost all the way out before snapping his hips back into you again. He couldn't hold back even if he tried, not with the way you were moaning his name and sighing whenever his hard chest brushed against your achingly sensitive nipples. He went from hard thrusts to soft gyrating of his hips, knowing when he should get a little rougher or slower. You held onto him like your life depended on it, occasionally kissing his Adam's apple or licking the vein protruding from his neck. He never realized it but he apparently liked it a lot when you gave his neck attention.
"Y/N...'m so close. Please baby come with me. Want to feel you come on my cock. Feel so good wrapped around me...please come with me. Ah fuck...fuck oh god I'm- I'm coming," Bruce dropped his head into the crook of your neck, unable to hold himself back as he bit your shoulder and growled his release with a few hard thrusts. His body shuddered when he felt you clenching around him, milking him dry as you felt hot spurts fill you up and begin to roll down your thighs. 
You were both breathing heavily and you didn't know what came over you but you rubbed his back to comfort him when his body continued to shake above you. He tried to move but you didn't let him, feeling safe with his weight on top of you and knowing this was helping him as well. 
Bruce finally managed to fall to the side, immediately pulling you into his arms and wrapping both of them around you protectively as you nuzzled into his neck.
Neither of you said anything, drowning in each others' scent and warmth as you went into a deep sleep.
Hours later, Bruce woke up from the light seeping through his window and he growled before remembering the events of the night. He sat up immediately and looked around the room, not finding any trace of you or your clothes. He quickly got up and got dressed, thinking you were eating breakfast or something.
But when he saw Alfred, he knew that you were gone.
"Good morning Master Wayne, young Ms. Y/N apologized for leaving so early and asked me to tell you that she left something for you on the nightstand." Bruce was running back to his room before Alfred finished his sentence, bursting through the doors to reach his nightstand.
His heart sank when he saw what was on there.
But he was so careful.
Slowly, he approached his bed and sat on it, grabbing the letter from under the batarang. 
Dear Bruce,
You're probably dreading reading this letter but please don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. And I will never try to use it against you in any way. I just didn't feel right not telling you that I found it on your bathroom floor. I cleaned the blood off of it so you wouldn't have to. Just try to be careful with who you bring home next time please.
Thank you for the best night of my life. 
Warm wishes, Y/N
P.S. Please take care of yourself. 
Bruce didn't know what he was feeling.
All he did know was that he would try everything in his power to convince you that he doesn't want anyone else. He only wanted you and he would make sure to make you see past all of his masks. He couldn't afford to lose someone else.
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whistlewhileiblogit · 6 years
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I've seen a bunch of Telltale Juce fics (obvi), and a couple JohnxReader's, but no BrucexReader's! Can anyone recommend some to me? Or do they just not exist and I'mma gon have to write some myself? 😂
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oh-come-to-daddy · 7 years
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Summary: The daughter of a mother struggling to pay off her debts, finds herself in a compromising situation when she starts falling for her step - father, who also happens to be head of a elite mob organization.
Rating: M
Warnings: Sex, age gap relationship, BDSM (always consensual), heavy alcohol usage, drug references, violence, daddy kink (dd/lg), and cheating. If you find any of these themes to be triggering or offensive to you in any ways, shape, or form, please reconsider reading this.
Disclaimers: 
Any GIF’s or pictures used are not our own and we do not claim to own any of them. If they are not saved on our computer, we will provide credit for them below.
This story is metalteeth-goldchain ‘s original story idea. 
oh-come-to-daddy will be fixing the chapters for easy reading as the story progresses. 
metalteeth-goldchain will be RP-ing as SOPHIA
oh-come-to-daddy will be RP-ing as BRUCE.
Any addition of characters or additional warnings will be posted at the top of each response as they are written.
Chapter 1.
Sophia
Bruce
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writerbyaccident · 4 years
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An Escort (Yandere Batman/Bruce WaynexReader)
Request: Hi! I absolutely love your DC stuff! Would you be willing to write more stuff for Batman? He’s almost scarier to think of yandere than some villains
Author’s note: I definitely agree, between his skills and his resources, there’s no way you could escape him
           You tried to tell yourself that you were paranoid. That you were just imagining things. That since moving to Gotham you had been watching the local news too obsessively and now you were convinced that you were going to make an appearance on it. But despite your forced reassurances, the feeling of being watched did not go away. The hairs standing up on the back of your neck did not settle, your goosebumps did not disappear, and your pace did not slow. It wasn’t even as if you had heard something or seen anyone following you. No, the only thing you had seen were the usual shadows to be found at night on the streets of Gotham. Yet still, you felt a pair of eyes pressing into you.
           So when you heard the slight scrape of a shoe against pavement, heard the crunch of loose gravel, your body was ready to spring into action. Throwing out any remaining doubts, you began to run, no longer caring if everything was just in your imagination. In a city like Gotham, after all, it was always better to assume that your paranoia was valid. You rounded corner after corner, mumbling prayers that the footsteps you heard were simply the echoes of your own. After what could have only been a few minutes, the footsteps stopped, and fearing that your pursuer was about to cut you off, you halted in your path. Glancing about wildly, you tried to see where they had gone, only to be met with darkness. Darkness, and then a soft thud behind you.
           Turning sharply at the noise, you instinctively raised your fist, only to be greeted with a surprisingly familiar face. Well, “face.” Though you were still relatively new to Gotham, you it was easy for you to recognize the mask of Batman. As you lowered your fist, you breathed a quiet sigh of relief, thanking whoever the hell was looking out for you that Batman had found you.
           “Are you alright?” he asked, his deep voice reverberating in the quiet night air.
           “Y—yes,” you answered, heart still hammering in your chest. “I j—just thought that I heard someone following me—”
           “So you started to run,” Batman finished for you with a nod. At his easy understanding, you felt the remaining tension leave your shoulders. For the first time all night, you felt safe. When he saw the way that you relaxed in his presence, Bruce had to hold back a slight smile. The fact that you knew that you were safe with him was a beautiful thing, after all. Even now you knew that no one and nothing would ever harm you so long as he was with you. If only you knew then that he had been with you all along.
           “Don’t worry, I will walk you home” he told you, his voice leaving no room for argument.
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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 years
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Wanted Man
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by 221bshrlocked
You arrive at Gotham City thinking you’re meeting the COO of Wayne Enterprises on behalf of your advisor, only to find out that you’re being hired as the official architect of a project that’s part of the company expansion. When Bruce Wayne welcomes you onboard himself, you can’t help but feel something strange towards the eccentric billionaire. You realize too late that those strange feelings are turning into something more, something you know would never be reciprocated. At least you think they’d never be mutual.
Words: 8430, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: DCU, DC - Fandom, DC Comics, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman (Comics), Batman (Movies - Nolan) RPF, Batman - Fandom, Batman Begins, The Dark Knight, The Dark Knight Rises, The Dark Knight Trilogy - Fandom, Christopher Nolan - Fandom
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon, James Gordon, Commissioner Gordon, Sergeant Gordon, Gordon, Batman, the dark knight - Character, Reader
Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Bruce WaynexReader, Batman/Reader, BatmanxReader - Relationship
Additional Tags: architect au, Sercretary AU, DC Comics References
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bkwrm523 · 3 years
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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.
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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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bkwrm523 · 4 years
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Netflix and Chill
Title: Netflix And Chill Rating: Explicit Pairing: Bruce Wayne/female!reader Word Count: 2360 Warnings: Couch smut, accidental interruptions.  Semi public sex, maybe? Summary: Just a quiet night in with your boyfriend and some movies.  And of course, sex. Author’s Note: This one’s dedicated to @musikat18  We were just chatting about how we both wanted feels attacks for different characters, and so started beating each other with pillows and feels, and then this smut happened.  Also I’ve been thinking about this one for awhile, soooooo, enjoy!
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Believe it or not, it was a normal night at home with Bruce.
It had taken a lot of arranging and convincing, but you’d managed to get someone to cover Gotham for the night, and Bruce finally had the night off.  Which meant, a night at home, just the two of you, his couch, and some movies.
You were only half paying attention, really.  His arm was around your waist, and you were snuggled into his side.  You were half asleep, really.  You both needed more nights like this.  He laughed occasionally at whatever you’d put on, a low warm sound that made you smile when you heard it.
A commercial break, and you felt his arm reach across his body to cup your jaw.  You looked up at him, a question in your eyes.  He tilted your face up towards him, leaned down and kissed you.
You let out a soft moan, leaning into him and sliding your eyes shut as his tongue pushed into your mouth.  You reached up towards him, blindly grabbing his shirt and trying to wiggle closer to him.
He broke from your lips for a moment, drawing a small protesting noise from you that made his lips curl into a smirk.  He shifted on the couch, pushing you down on your back and lying on top of you.  His hips slotted in between your legs, and he kissed you again, soft but insistent.  You felt one of his hands cup the back of your skull, holding you prisoner to the kiss.  The action made you wet, and you couldn’t stop a moan into his lips.  He took advantage of it, his tongue sliding into your open mouth.  You ground up into him, already wanting more.  Bruce growled, and ground back down into you.  His dick was already mostly erect, judging from the way it rubbed against your clit even through the layers of clothing.  You tried to cuss, to break away from his lips and gasp for air, but his grip wouldn’t allow for the movement, and all you could do was whine with helpless arousal.  The kiss grew more aggressive, and Bruce kept grinding down into you until you felt ready to burst.  Your legs squeezed his hips between them, and you tried to squirm underneath him.  It didn’t get you anywhere, Bruce’s actions were relentless.
Bruce finally released your lips, and you gratefully gasped for air.  Air that left you a moment later, when you felt his lips and stubble on the crook of your neck.  You gasped, tried to beg and plead with him.  But the way he sucked and nipped at your sensitive skin, words wouldn’t come, and all you could do was stammer unintelligibly.
Bruce ground again, drawing your attention back to his hips.  You gave a high pitched gasp, your eyes rolling back in your head at the stimulation.  His one arm was resting on the couch near your head, supporting his weight, and the other one came up to cover your mouth, preventing speech.  He pulled your head to the side, exposing more of your neck to his eager perusal.  You protested, your words muffled by his hand and squirmed harder, but there was no escaping him.
You tried to fight the rising orgasm, but Bruce’s grinding was relentless.  You squirmed and struggled, but you couldn’t escape.  Your hips stuttered, and a breath caught in your throat for a moment, and your orgasm caught up with you.  You went stiff in his arms, and you felt him bite into your neck and growl.  Your thighs squeezed his hips harder, and he ground down harder into you, pushing you higher and higher into the orgasm, until a second orgasm set off, throwing you higher.  The only sound you could manage was tiny whimpers of protest, the words begging him to let you down dying in your throat.
Bruce finally let you come down, and you went limp on the couch, panting into his hand.  He released your mouth, resting his arm next to you, and let your neck out of his teeth.  He nuzzled your cheek, letting off a deep purr, and sat up a little to watch your face with a fond smirk.
“Bruce,” you murmured tiredly, lifting an exhausted arm to caress his cheek with your fingertips.  He smiled wider, love in his eyes and gave you a quick, chaste kiss, nipping at your lips.  You lifted your head up a little, kissing him back and drawing him back down to pin you to the couch again with his lips.
The kiss didn’t last long this time, before he went for your neck again.  The other side, this time.  You were too weak to his attention, gasping as you felt his lips and stubble on the crook where neck met shoulder.  You reached up, remembering your arms for the first time in awhile, wrapping them around his shoulders and burying a hand in his hair.  You begged and stuttered and squirmed beneath him, the only real effect of your actions, was the smirk you felt his lips curl into.
There was no warning, he simply released you and sat up.  You lied there on the couch, disoriented and a little confused.  Until he started to pull his tshirt off.  Your eyes immediately brightened, and you sat up as his shirt covered his face, mischief in mind.
Bruce batted you back down to the couch before you could touch him.  He finished pulling his shirt off, tossing it to the ground, and glared at you.
“No.”  Bruce told you firmly.
You sulked a little, as he pushed off the back of the couch and stood.  He pulled you up with him, making your breath catch when he stepped into your space.  You lifted your hands and rested them against his bare chest, unable to tear your eyes away from it to see the smirk on his face.  You felt his hands on your waist, sneaking under your shirt to caress and tickle the bare skin.  You squirmed a little, so absorbed in the feeling that it took you a moment to realize he was unbuttoning your pants.  He had them unbuttoned and unzipped before you reacted, opening your mouth to protest, but all that emerged was a little squeak.  Bruce pushed your pants and panties down your legs, crouching and dropping a little kiss on your hip, drawing another squeak.
Bruce waited a moment for you to move, but you just stood there staring at him.  He lifted an eyebrow and stood, looming over you.  He easily picked you up, setting you down away from the pool of pants on the floor and kicked them away.
“Are you wet for me, kitten?”  Bruce asked, his voice low and gravely.  His Batman voice.  Damn him, he knew what that voice did to you.  “Let’s find out,” Bruce purred.
Bruce sat back on the couch, lying down faceup.  Any normal couch might have had trouble fitting him, as tall and muscled as he was.  His couch was enormous, however, and had plenty of room.  Bruce grabbed your thigh, gently tugging you around.  You followed, obedient and confused, as he pulled you onto the couch, straddling his middle.  He still had his pants on, you weren’t quite sure what he was after.  You settled your knees on either side of his chest, and Bruce lifted his other hand, moving both of them to grab your ass.  You gave a little protesting squack, just as Bruce pulled you forward, until you were straddling his face.
Oh.
Bruce’s eyes glittered for a moment as you looked down at him with wide eyes, and you were sure he was smirking.  He wrapped his thumbs enough to the side of your hips, giving him a good grip with his fingers splayed on your ass, and pulled you down to his lips.
You dropped one hand hard down to the back of the couch, clenching hard the moment you felt his stubble against your thighs.  You felt his pleased growl vibrating your nethers, making you gasp a soft curse.  Bruce lifted his head, eagerly burying his face in you, and you felt his tongue inside you.
“Oohhhh, fffffffff-”
“Good evening, miss y/n.”  A familiar voice with a British accent drew your attention, from the open doorway on the other side of the back of the couch.  Your head snapped back up, looking over at Alfred.
The back of the couch blocked his view, so as far as he could see, you were simply sitting alone on the couch.  You desperately kept a calm expression, smiling at Alfred as Bruce ravenously ate you out as though you were his last meal.
“Hey, Alfred!”  You replied, your voice miraculously keeping level.  “How was your night?”  Bruce’s tongue found your clit, and his lips wrapped around it and sucked.  It was nothing short of a miracle that you didn’t make a noise.
“It was quite enjoyable, thank you for asking, miss.  I have seen this particular opera many times before, but performed well is always a pleasure.”
“Glad to hear it!”  You replied as Bruce pushed his tongue back inside you.
“Have you seen master Bruce?”  Alfred asked, and you swore you could feel Bruce smirk against your pussy lips.
“Not… not sure.”  You replied, your voice getting tense.  Bruce was sucking on you again, and it made it difficult to see.  “Probably working again.”
“Odd.”  Alfred replied.  “I was under the impression you two were planning on watching movies tonight.”
“Not until later.”  You dropped your free hand to bury in his hair and try and push his face away from you.  Your ability to concentrate was slowly getting shredded by his lips.  Naturally, you weren’t able to move him an inch.
“I see.”  Alfred replied.  “Well, if you happen to see him, give him my regards.”
“I’ll do that.”  You told Alfred.  “Goodnight!”
“Goodnight, miss.”
Alfred was out of sight, closing the doors to the room you and Bruce were in behind him, and you paused while the sound of his footsteps faded.
The moment they were far enough away, Bruce’s grip on your hips tightened, and he yanked you down, startling a yelp from you.  You stuttered Bruce’s name, already dangerously close to the edge after all his teasing in front of Alfred.  You tried to lift back up, wanting to escape, but his grip on your hips was like iron, and you weren’t getting anywhere.  A small scream escaped from your lips as you came, your hips rutting into him.  Bruce eagerly ate you out, lips and tongue and stubble knowing just where to touch you and stroke and nibble until you were stuttering broken pleas and coming again.
Bruce finally let you go several orgasms later.  Your shaking legs collapsed and refused to hold your weight.  Bruce caught you, easily lifting you and moving you around as though you weighed nothing.  He sat up on the couch, cradling you in his arms and holding you in his lap as you panted and shook.  For a long moment no one spoke, as he just held you and let you recover.
“Can you do one more, kitten?”  Bruce asked, his voice soft and gentle.
“Yes.”  You replied without hesitation, drawing a chuckle from him.  You were too weak to do much of the work, and it wouldn’t take much to make you come.  But you wanted him.  Bruce kissed you softly, and laid you on the couch on your back, and stood.  He swiftly removed his pants, his huge erection springing to life in front of you.  You licked your lips and stared at it; if you’d had any energy left, you would have sat up and sucked him off on the spot, but your muscles wouldn’t respond.  Bruce lied on top of you, shifting his hips until his cock was brushing against your lips and clit.  He nuzzled your face and neck, nipping and sucking and biting you as he ground gently against you.  You squirmed and whined, getting wetter until your cum soaked his cock.
“Bruce,” you whined his name, pleading with him.  
Bruce growled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sinking his teeth into you as his cock finally, finally sunk into you.  He pushed into you slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust as his cock stretched you.  Finally, he bottomed out, and just waited, teeth still in your neck as you adjusted.  You whined and squirmed when you were ready, signaling to him to move, already!
His hips were powerful, and every thrust shook the couch.  Bruce released your neck from his teeth and growled, his patience finally paying off.  You could feel his control slowly shred, as each thrust was harder and faster and deeper.  You arched under him, your eyes rolling back in your head, surrendering to him.  One of your legs fell off the couch onto the floor, opening yourself wider to him.  His next thrust was deeper still, and you both cried out.
He gave up all pretense at control then, thrusting wildly into you.  You clung to the couch, clung to him, trying to delay your orgasm as long as you could to extend the ride.  But you couldn’t hold on indefinitely, and it finally washed over you, dragging him down with you until you passed out from the intensity of the feeling.
You woke up in bed.  Clean, and wearing his shirt and boxers.  You were lying on your side in his arms; he was shirtless, wearing only the pair of pajama pants that matched the shirt you wore, lying on his back and holding you.  His eyes were open but partly closed, dozing as he waited for you to wake up.  They snapped open when he saw you wake up, and he smiled at you.
“So, was that a successful movie night?”  Bruce quipped, smirking at you.  You tried unsuccessfully to smother a giggle, hiding your face in his bare chest.
Dork, but he was your dork.  And you’d made him smile, which was always a victory.
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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.
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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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221bshrlocked · 4 years
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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.
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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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Wanted Man (3)
Wanted Man Masterlist
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Words: 1841
Warnings: none I think
A/N:this is a filler chapter so it might be boring but I just needed to introduce the villain which is my all time favorite DC villain. And I needed to set up the next chapter which will be full of tension. Please tell me how I’m doing and comment because I need validation and I won’t even feel bad for saying it.
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To his credit, Commissioner Gordon sounded more confused and surprised than him when he heard about the flowers. Bruce called Fox on his way to Gordon, not realizing that he was in for a story about a mad scientist who decided to genetically modify plants to hit the biggest players in Gotham. And when he told Gordon about it, he almost broke character and laughed at Gordon’s “poetic murder” comment.
“Do you think this is a serial killer?” Gordon asked, flipping through the different pages in his hand that he understood absolutely nothing of.
“No, this is deliberate. It’s his own way of showing justice. These roses, these plants...they mean something to him.” Gordon raised an eyebrow at Batman’s comment.
“Justice? This is murder. If anyone from the precinct catches you with that attitude, I won’t hear the end of it.” Gordon shook his head and folded the papers before placing them in his pocket. 
“He’s only attacked prominent and powerful men of the city.” Batman growled his explanation, not wanting to be misunderstood in any way by Gordon.
“Well, not all of them.” 
“How do you know?” The masked vigilante straightened up.
“Believe it or not, we were given a list of everyone who, sooner or later, will be attacked. I think there’ll be more but at least he’s nice enough to just keep us busy with these for now.” Gordon took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
“The Dubelz Family, the Lucky Hand Triad, Escabedo Family, the Bertinelli Family and Br-” He hesitated for a moment, looking up at his friend before reading the last name on the list. “Bruce Wayne.”
“Yeah that threw me off too.” Gordom replied before taking back the small note.
“What did he do?” 
“I asked myself that same question. We don’t know yet really. Mr. Wayne has never dabbled in anything remotely illegal or off the books but we’ll keep looking.” Bruce found the irony in that statement quite hilarious but he held back. Yeah, there was nothing illegal about large shipments of mask and cowl parts coming in from Asia.
“Tell your officers to wear masks around the bodies. The poison is an inhalant and the roses look normal but they’re not naturally occurring. Their genetic code was altered to produce the same toxins that come from numerous parasitic and toxic flowers but mostly from Rafflesia arnoldii and Nerium oleander.” He could tell Gordon understood absolutely nothing but he continued anyway. “One is found in Indonesia and the other is cultivated in many places but mostly Southwest Asia. Start looking at anyone who recently traveled there.” 
“None of us have a degree in botany exactly but I’ll make sure t-” Gordon didn’t bother finishing his statement, realizing he was speaking to himself yet again. “I hate it when he does that.” He whispered to himself before returning to the precinct. 
Bruce found himself distracted as he raced through the streets. He really didn’t want to think that somehow, Wayne Enterprise was compromised again. Mr. Fox was aware of every little action that took place so it had to have been something else. 
He was quiet when he arrived at the penthouse and off as it may be, Alfred noticed the change in his usual demeanor. This silence was different.
“Penny for your thoughts Master Wayne?” Alfred stepped behind Bruce as he looked at the city beneath him, hoping he would receive an answer instead of the usual brooding in front of the windows.
“I don’t know anymore Alfred.” That wasn’t the response Alfred expected to hear but it was perhaps more heartbreaking. The young man hasn’t sounded this much in despair since, well, since he lost everything.
“Perhaps I can help alleviate you from your mind sir.” This time, Alfred was much closer to Bruce and the hint in his voice made Bruce shift uneasily before heading to his bed and sitting on it. He leaned down and placed his head between his hands.
“Gordon said I’m a target.”
“A target sir?” Alfred pulled up a chair and sat in front of him.
“The new string of murders. I’m on the list of eventual targets. And I can’t help but think that it must have to do with Wayne Enterprise.”
“You do not trust Lucius in his dealings?”
“Never! I trust him with my life Alfred.” Bruce was quiet for a few moments before opening his mouth and shutting it again. Alfred noticed his reluctance to say whatever it was he wanted to say and he was surprisingly more offended than the many other times Bruce intentionally insulted him.
“Master Wayne, I pride myself in caring for you ever since I heard your cries echo through the hallways of Wayne Manor. I trust that this would be enough for you to speak freely to me.” 
Bruce hated the way Alfred noticed the smallest details around him. 
“You’ll be honest with me when you see I’m doing something wrong.” It was a moment of vulnerability from Bruce, one Alfred hadn’t seen in a long time. Normally, he would sarcastically respond to him but Alfred sensed it wouldn’t do him any good.
“Of course sir.” 
A few moments of silence passed the two of them before Alfred felt the need to interrupt Bruce’s thoughts.
“However, I highly doubt my words will change your mind when it is set. Although, it might do you good to listen to what I have to say about young Ms. Y/N, I do believe-”
“Not this again,” Bruce sighed and couldn’t help but smile when he turned to the old man and saw him laugh at his reaction. Good. It was a short-lived moment but it helped him nonetheless. 
“I must say I wouldn’t mind it if you were to-”
“Good night Alfred.” Bruce rolled under his covers to avoid where this conversation was heading. 
“But it is earlier than your bedtime?” Alfred loved getting on his very last nerve and didn’t budge until he knew for sure that Bruce wasn’t as worried as earlier.
“It’s one in the morning!” Bruce half-yelled from under the covers, hoping by some miracle that Alfred would leave.
“Hence my remark on your bedtime sir. However, you do have an important meeting tomorrow.” Alfred stood to leave when he heard shuffling from under the covers.
“What meeting?”
“Lucius asked to sit down with Ms. Y/N and yourself to discuss some goals and plans before the young miss gets to work. I do believe that is one meeting you will attend with much enthusiasm sir.” Alfred immediately headed out of the room and made his way downstairs before Bruce could defend himself. 
But truth be told, Bruce couldn’t have come up with anything to defend himself. He was guilty as charged. The only thing that took his mind off of you for a few hours were the surprising news he heard both from Fox and Gordon. For the first time in a while, Bruce wished he wasn’t so busy with his other job just so he could spend more time around you. But that’s the weird thing though, he didn’t care if he was around you or not. He just wanted to spend more time thinking about you. The way you walked, the snarky attitude you gave him when you didn’t like something. And my god the defensive spirit that took over when you felt nervous. It all enamored him. And he did notice it, the nervousness. It was his job to read body language and he felt proud that you gawked at him hours ago not fifty feet away from where he was now laying. To think simple attire would get you to finally look his way. 
If only he could wear that on his daily outings around you. Perhaps one day he would, but he didn’t think it would be any time soon. He was raised as a gentleman. To some extent at least. He would never admit to anyone how much it sort of turned him on knowing how much younger you were. Not only was it inappropriate to think this way about one of his employees but it was also incredibly stupid. He could never put you in such a position.
No stop, don’t think about any positions. Don’t think about her in any position.
Bruce groaned before slamming his head in the pillow, sighing heavily before he finally allowed himself to sleep.
Unbeknownst to him, you were pacing back and forth anxiously in your new place. You didn’t like the set-up you had with him. He wasn’t just your employer anymore, he was the goddamn owner of the place where you lived. You were fully at his mercy and one wrong decision, one out-of-line remark, and you would be living in the street. But something told you that he wasn’t that kind of man. Call it intuition or your normally spot-on reading of people, but he didn’t seem like the type of man that would be so unkind.
That wasn’t the problem you were facing now. Far from it.
Your main issue could get you in serious trouble. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the man ever since you spilled coffee on him and that was going to get in the way of things. Hopefully not your job though because that could be a whole other ordeal.
So busy taking books out of the boxes, you hadn’t noticed the light shining in the sky until seconds before it was turned off.
Oh. 
How could you forget about that? How could you completely disregard the talk of this city? 
Even in New York people talked about him constantly. You sat down for a few moments to think over the life-altering decisions you made in the last twenty four hours. 
No, there was no way you’d ever run into him. 
Definitely not.
A loud siren snapped you out of your haze and you decided to stop unpacking for the day and write down a few things you wanted to discuss during the meeting tomorrow. He still didn’t have an idea of where he wanted this new project so you couldn’t possibly look at previous surveys or public records of the place so you opted to just study the current building that stood at the center of Gotham. You didn’t want to design something too similar or different from what was already an impressive structure but you could get an idea of what he preferred.
And you hated how much you really wanted to impress him with this. It would've been fine if it was just for the sake of the job but you knew that was a mask for why you really wanted him to be happy with your choices.
You visibly had to shake your head to focus on the task at hand because you were still, to some degree, a professional. Tomorrow needed to go well so neither of them would regret choosing you.
“God, what the hell did I get myself into?”
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First Name Basis (Yandere Batman/Bruce WaynexReader)
Request: Hi! I really loved the yandere Batman headcanons you did. May I please request one too? Yandere Bruce Wayne using his money and power in the world to get female!reader close to him. Doing little things like getting the place where she works to shut down etc. Little things until he finally gets her all to himself. Yandere Bruce has a lot of potential as he’s already portrayed having all this darkness inside him. It would be cool to see what you’ll write. Obviously no rush. Thank you!
So instead of headcanons I decided to do a full story, I hope that’s okay!
           A knock sounding on the door to Bruce’s office, the young CEO smiled softly to himself, putting down the financial report that he had been trying to read. His attempt had been a sincere one, at least, sincere in his desire to distract himself. In all honesty, he should have known that it would be fruitless. But that hardly mattered now, with the source of his distraction finally at his door. Taking one last quick look around his office, he hurriedly straightened up his desk before clearing his throat.
           “You may come in,” he called out, his voice steady and deep.
           Almost immediately after his invitation, the door to his office opened and you stepped through. Seeing the nervousness you were valiantly trying to hide, Bruce gave a smile, holding it out to you much like a treat someone might use to tempt a skittish animal. By the appearance of your shoulders relaxing and you flashing a small smile in return, the detective determined that his attempt had worked. True, your smile faded fairly quickly, and your fingers were fidgeting ever-so-slightly. But considering the bags under your eyes and your lethargic movements, he figured that was par for the course. However seemingly marginal his success, he had set you at ease. Bruce spent so much time intimidating others that he certainly knew how to do the opposite.
           “Mr. Wayne,” you greeted him, sitting down across from him.
           “Please,” he chuckled, “I’ve told you: call me Bruce.”
           It was true, he couldn’t keep track of how many times he had told you that, and for him, that was indeed saying something. He just loved to hear the way your voice caressed his without you even realizing it. But on the other hand, Bruce rather liked reminding you as well, if only to see the way you grew so flustered when he did so.
           “Oh, um, right—Bruce. Your secretary told me you asked for me, was there something you needed to discuss with me?”
           “Well, yes. I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed very distracted during the meeting this morning. Is everything alright?” he asked, his blue eyes watching you intently for the slightest reaction. Even if he hadn’t already known the truth, hadn’t made it his priority to know every detail of your life, Bruce would have been able to pick up that something was wrong. The way that your eyes flicked down to your lap for just a moment, the way you began bit your bottom lip for a split second in that adorable way of yours, they were signature signs of you growing shy. Even now, when you were trying to hide your feelings, he could read you so easily.
           “Yes, of course,” you said with hollow brightness. “I was just up late last night, I’m sorry.”
           “You’re not in trouble, you know. I’m not the kind of boss who believes their employees shouldn’t have lives outside of work.”
           “I know you’re not—”
           “And I hope that I am the kind of boss whose employees feel that they can be honest with,” Bruce finished smoothly. Staring at you so closely, your employer saw the guilt that flashed in your eyes, as well as the growing desire to talk to someone about what had happened. And Bruce had spent quite some time making sure that you knew that you could talk to him, always offering you comfort and a friendly ear, even if you still struggled to take up his offer. So as your resolve to keep things to yourself crumbled, the detective could sense it, like a wolf closing in on an exhausted little rabbit.
           “It—it’s just that last night, my landlord announced that my building has been out, so they’re kicking all of us out at the end of the week,” you murmured sadly, feeling the tears you thought you had drained yourself of rising back up within you. Head bowed in an attempt to hide them, you didn’t even notice Bruce leaving his chair until his hand was resting comfortingly on your shoulder.
           “I’m so sorry,” Bruce told you. “Where are you going to go?”
           “Well I can’t find a place to live on such short notice,” you answered quietly, “and I don’t really have anyone that I can stay with, so I guess I’ll just stay in some motel for a while.”
           Despite fully expecting this answer, Bruce couldn’t help but feel outraged by the idea. You, stay alone in some seedy, low-class motel where all the scum of Gotham could prey on you? Where you could be taken from him so very easily? The mere suggestion of such a thing pushed the dark knight back into that alleyway of so many years ago, back into the feeling and horror of helplessness. No, he reminded himself, he was not helpless this time. This time, this time he would not let what was his be taken from him.
           “Don’t be ridiculous,” he admonished you. “A motel in any city is bad enough, but in Gotham you might as well go stay in a cemetery.”
           “I don’t exactly have a choice though.”
           “No, you don’t have a choice. You don’t have a choice, because you will stay with me at Wayne Manor.”
           “But sir,” you gasped, “I can’t do that.”
           “Of course you can, and you will. I’m not about to allow you to play a game of Russian roulette like this. Besides, it will only be until you find a suitable place of your own,” Bruce added, conveniently leaving out the fact that he would be the one to decide where was suitable, and as far as he was concerned, his home was the only such place. In his opinion, your apartment building was hardly any better than a motel. Really, you were lucky that he had ordered that you be given to the end of the week to stay there. It took all of his discipline to stop himself from just burning the place down and carrying you away immediately to the safety of his home. But no, the risk involved would have been too great. You could have been hurt, or you could have even caught on to what he was doing. No, using one of his many shell corporations to buy the place out was the infinitely smarter option. After all, that method had already proven its effectiveness when he used it to buy out the company you had originally been working for.
           “Are—are you sure, sir?”
           “I am sure,” he said with a smile and a tone of finality. “And you if living with me doesn’t warrant it, I don’t know what does: call me Bruce.”
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whistlewhileiblogit · 6 years
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When any of y'all be interested in a Telltale Batman BrucexReader fic?
Like, reblog, anon me, whatever if you're interested bc Idk if I should *shrugs*
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