#catwoman imagine

[fandomnerd9602]

Dude, you should do something for Zoe Kravitz' version of Selina Kyle from The Batman.

Selina: baby I could rob you blind in a second

Y/N: easy you already did.

Selina: huh?

Y/N: you took the most valuable thing I had

Selina: your heart?

Y/N: that too...and my Babe Ruth baseball card! Who does that?!?

Selina: I'll return it to you for a kiss

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[lowkeyerror]

Please more dirty Catwomen! Please!

Chase

Word Count: 1.7k

Notes: Dirty as requested smut, ig there's a plot maybe somewhere lol

Summary: Selina likes making you chase her.

Masterlist

For Selina, it was always about the chase. She found a certain thrill in evading the arms of justice. It made her feel unstoppable, free.

Y/n hated the chase. There was something profoundly exhausting about always being just out of reach. It made her feel idiotic, tired.

However, there was something both women had in common. The capture was the best part.

For Y/n, finally being able to catch her breath, only for it to be stolen away by plush lips, made the chase worth it.

For Selina, the weight on top of her was like a reward. It was as though a pool of diamonds lay on her chest, she was reveling in her score.

So as the two ran across the rooftops of Gotham, Y/n trailing behind Selina, they both were anxious.

The sound of shoes pounding against the concrete, grounded Y/n. Her breathing was loud, but steady. The cool Gotham air did little to regulate the heat radiating from her body.

Y/n didn't always catch Selina, but tonight she needed to. She wouldn't be discouraged by the chase, no matter how her lungs burned or how much her legs ached. Tonight, she needed her breath to be stolen.

It was effortless for Selina. Her breath and steps were nonexistent to the sound barrier. She was light on her feet and had perfect breath control. All she heard was the woman gaining on her from behind.

Selina could tell Y/n wanted it. There was an urgency in her pace that Selina had only known to lead to good nights.

The burglar could see vivid images of nights the two spent together. Lips on skin, sweat dripping profusely, cries lost in the Gotham sky; fuck. She needed this.

Y/n pounced when she saw her opening. Selina's back hit hard against the concrete rooftop. She hissed, but didn't do much more than that.

The hero panted as she straddled Catwoman. Her eyes locked on Selina's. With her chest heaving and her brow furrowed, she spoke," I wish you'd stop making me chase you."

" Can't keep up?"

Y/n pinned Selina's wrists above her head," You know I don't have a stamina problem. My problem is that every time I want to fuck you, I'm forced to run a marathon."

"Oh you poor thing."

Her faux pity only frustrated Y/n even more.

The hero was quick to connect their lips. Y/n kissed Selina as if she was her source of oxygen. The hands stayed above the thief's head as the kiss intensified.

Selina's hips buck upwards towards Y/n, begging for more.

Y/n chuckled against the woman's lips," You want more, Kitty?"

" I need you to fill me up," her eyes were already becoming cloudy.

" Well, I don't have the tools to do that on this rooftop, do I?"

Selina groaned, pushing the girl off of her before briefly taking in her surroundings.

" This way, and don't be slow."

It was Y/n's turn to groan as the woman began sprinting across the rooftops. They'd only crossed a few buildings when Y/n caught the woman slinking through a window. She was hesitant, but followed Selina anyway.

They landed in a bedroom.

" You know this is grounds for arrest, right?"

Selina rolled her eyes," I live here. Less talking, more fucking."

Her impatience was prominent. Y/n wasn’t moving nearly as fast as she needed to be in Selina’s mind. The Catwoman took matters into her own hands, using her claws to slice through the woman’s clothes. Y/n would’ve complained, but her lips were occupied. Selina’s hands wandered Y/n’s body, grasping at the exposed flesh.

Y/n’s hands were busy unzipping Selina’s skin tight suit. Once the suit hit the floor, Y/n was pulling the woman against her. Their naked bodies pressed flush against one another. Y/n guided them towards the bed. Selina falls first, but she pulls Y/n down with her.

Y/n’s hand dips down between their bodies, finding Selina’s wetness. The woman was dripping and if it wasn’t apparent before, it was apparent now just how desperate the woman truly was. The hero slips her finger inside of Selina with no resistance.

Selina begins to grind, needing more than the single finger.

“ Jesus, Kitty, you’re dripping. So needy for me tonight.”

The dark haired woman flips them over, so that Y/n’s back is flat against the mattress. Her hand wrapped around the woman’s throat, “ You are such a tease. Acting as if you aren’t just as needy as me.”

Her other hand dipped down, much like Y/n’s had done moments ago. However, instead of teasing, Selina shoved two fingers deep inside Y/n. She worked her fingers in and out of the woman, making intense eye contact.

“ Taste,” Selina removed the fingers from her cunt and shoved them into Y/n’s mouth. The hero kept eye contact as her head bobbed up and down to suck on the fingers.

They left her mouth with a quiet slurp. Selina kept a hand on Y/n's chest, signaling her to not move.

Y/n's eyes followed Selina up and off of the bed. She went straight to the closet. The woman knew exactly what she was looking for. Selina re-emerged with a harness and a dildo in her hand.

" Hips up," her words were soft, but it was still a command.

Y/n complied and once the harness was secured, her hands reached for Selina's hips. However, the agile woman swatted at the hero's hands.

" Let me suck you off. "

There was no objection on Y/n's behalf. She loved the way Selina looked with a cock in her mouth.

" Look at me," Y/n said as Selina took the plastic piece into her mouth.

She looked through her eyelashes to meet Y/n’s. The hero placed both of her hands in Selina's hair. Slowly guiding the girl's head up and down.

" Let me make you all pretty for me, Kitty."

Selina hums against the cock, giving Y/n permission to fuck her face. Y/n's hips buck fiercely into Selina's mouth. The sound of her gagging filled the room. Y/n could feel Selina's saliva pooling around the strap.

Tears began to feel her eyes as her throat took the pounding. The hands in Selina's hair yanked her head back off of the cock.

" You're going to be so full," this time Selina let Y/n grab her waist.

Selina slid down on the strap. Her hand rested on Y/n's shoulders as she began to bounce on the strap.

Her movements gradually picked up speed as she became accustomed to the size. Y/n hips snapped to meet Selina's half way.

She was transfixed on the dildo going in and out of Selina's pussy. The lewd sounds of them fucking bounced off the walls in the room.

Y/n slapped the woman's ass before pulling out and redirecting Selina n her back. Y/n wanted to be able to see every detail on Selina face as they fucked.

Her hands planted themselves on either side of Selina's head. Y/n began slamming her hips down into the Catwoman. Selina claws dug into Y/n's shoulder, the woman remained unfazed.

" Nothing to say about my stamina now, Kitty?"

Selina tried to glare but Y/n roughly snapped her hips, causing the woman to moan.

" Fuck, your cunt is just so sloppy. Taking my cock so good, leaking all over it. I wish I could cum inside that creamy cunt. See how fast you are when you're carrying my babies."

" Oh fuck," Selina's pussy was practically gushing at Y/n's words.

The girl on top smirked," You want that? For me to fill your pussy with my cum, make you keep it in there. Get you good and pregnant, Kitty."

Her cries began to reveal that she was close to the edge. Y/n's hand wrapped around her throat," I asked you something, Selina. Answer me."

Catwoman ignored her. That was a mistake because Y/n stopped thrusting immediately. Selina began to scramble to lift her hips to ride herself, but a firm hand kept them against the bed.

" Answer me."

Selina growled," Fuck Y/n, I want you to cum in my pussy. I want you to fill me up and slap me if any leaks out. Now fuck me."

Selina was now on all fours' ass sticking up in the air. Y/n was quick to slide the cock into Selina’s cunt. She wrapped her arm around Selina's neck, pulling the woman further into her.

" Cum for Kitty."

Y/n used her free hand to rub vicious circles on the woman's swollen clit, which caused her body to violently jerk. The image in front of her being enough to make Y/n come undone as well.

When Y/n pulled out of Selina's cunt, she removed the harness. Her eyes were locked on how messy the woman's pussy was.

Gently, she flipped the woman on her back. Selina propped herself up on her elbows," What are you doing?"

" Lie back for me, baby," there was a slight blush on Selina's cheeks at the use of the nickname. She did as she was told.

Y/n's hands were soft as they parted Selina's legs. The hero repositioned herself to that she was face to face with Selina's pussy.

In the most intimate act the two had probably ever done, Y/n began to delicately lick Selina. Her goal here wasn't overestimating the woman, just to clean and taste her.

Selina squirmed and Y/n let her. When she was satisfied, Y/n placed a kiss on Selina's inner thigh.

" I love the way you taste, Selina."

Lazily, the Catwoman signals for Y/n to kiss her. When their lips meet, a soft passion blossoms in the kiss. Something that feels like more than just fucking.

When it breaks, Selina's hands play with the baby hairs on the back of Y/n's neck," Stay with tonight?"

Y/n was surprised the woman asked. It made her heart skip a beat in her chest. She didn't tease the woman, instead placing a soft kiss on her lips.

" Ok."

The two further cleaned themselves before hopping back into the bed. Y/n didn't hesitate to wrap her around Selina's waist, cuddling the woman. Selina didn't protest, in fact she melted into Y/n's hold.

There's a single thought going through the woman’s mind.

Maybe I'll stop running.

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[rebelliousstories]

Poinsettia

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Selina Kyle x Reader

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Mentions of Death and Angst

Word Count: 1,627

Masterlist: Here

Summary: A little Christmas cheer in their dreadful New York apartment.

“Selina! Sel? Where you at girl?” A voice called out as the door to the shabby New York apartment opened and shut behind the figure. She carried something in her gloved hands, but hid it behind her back when the young woman she shared her home with came through. Her cropped hair was wet, indicating it had been freshly washed. Along with that, the smell of soap crept through the apartment from the shower that had happened before she arrived home.

“Hey baby. I’m here. Sorry, I needed a shower. I felt gross after the club.” Selina came over and pressed a small kiss to her lover’s lips. Her hands wrapped around her waist and felt something behind her back.

“What’s behind your back?” She asked directly. Her girlfriend looked away impishly but refused to offer a response.

“It’s nothing.” She drawled out. Selina leveled a look at her partner and soon retracted her hands to look her more directly in the face.

“Babe?” Selina asked yet again, staring her dead in the eye.

“It’s your Christmas present, okay? Just, let’s go to bed and promise me you won’t look under the tree?” She pleaded and stepped closer to her girlfriend yet again. Selina did not move away, but did cross her arms as her lover tried to be sweet on her. It took several minutes of big eyes, and a smile before Selina relented.

“Fine. I won’t look. But you better hurry up.” She pressed a loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips, and walked away. The woman, still standing with her hands behind her back, watched her girlfriend’s hips sway as she walked away. She brought her hands back around the front of her body as she walked over to their tree. There were only a few gifts underneath the tree, but that was okay. They did not need much, just each other. She set the big box down behind the other gifts almost out of view, before she stood back up. Her outer layer was shed before she left the living room; her scarf, gloves, and coat were placed on the couch before making her way to the bedroom.

When she got in there, Selina was already reclining on the bed beneath the covers. She held something in her hands, something that her partner recognized immediately. The only remaining picture of her and her mother that Selina held in her possession. Often times, their nights would end with her pulling the picture out of Selina’s hands after she had fallen asleep to keep it from getting lost or damaged. It comforted the woman to hold it; the last remaining thread of innocence she had left. No words were spoken as the other woman got ready for bed. Cleaning her face, brushing her teeth, covering her hair, all of it was done with speed and accuracy you only get from doing the same routine for years and years. Eventually, she climbed into bed with her lover and pulled her into her chest. Selina’s hands still held the photo as she laid her head down on her girlfriend’s chest.

“Your mom would be proud of the woman you have become.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to her head. Selina continued to stroke over her mother’s face in the photo, but her eyes were drawn to something in the corner. A brilliant splotch of red and green were in the corner.

“Did I ever tell you about this photo?” Selina asked, sounding very far away in her own head. She had, in fact, told her lover the story behind this particular photo. But that was not going to stop her from encouraging Selina to tell it again.

“Tell me.” She whispered, pressing another kiss to the head on her chest.

“When I was a kid, my mom couldn’t afford to do a big Christmas. But she would take me to the heart of the city to look at the lights. The one thing we got every year, from the same vendor, was a poinsettia plant. They would sell it to us for a fraction of what they were originally selling it for because they knew my mom. After she died, I never went back. I couldn’t without her.” Her voice trailed off, still lost in her own world as she remembered the snow filled nights where she went into the city to get those plants. Selina felt another kiss placed to her hair, and her lover’s hands rubbing up and down on her arms to soothe her.

Her lover stared at little Selina in the photo and smiled to herself. But her lover’s breathing slowed and eventually Selina was fast asleep. Her body went limp, and the photo dropped on her girlfriend’s stomach. She picked it up and stared for a moment longer, before placing it on her nightstand to protect the picture, turned out the lights, and went to sleep.

Snow filled the air when the couple awoke Christmas Day. They stretched and laid in the warm bed as they tried to wake up. However, with the day off, neither one cared too much about getting started on their day at a reasonable time.

“Merry Christmas, Sel.” She whispered to the woman that was now face to face with her on their sides in bed.

“Merry Christmas, baby.” She replied, laying a kiss upon her lover’s lips. Selina laid there for a moment more before she pulled away, and got out of the bed to head into the bathroom. She began to brush her teeth when her girlfriend came and hugged her from behind.

“My morning breath really that bad, huh?” She joked as she began to brush her own teeth. Selina chuckled lightly, trying desperately not to choke on the toothpaste in her mouth at her lover’s comment.

Once they were both done, a quick breakfast was had of a couple sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but it was enough for the couple on their budget. They made their way to the couch, where she had to move her outerwear from the previous night, and laid down on the couch. The radio in the corner of the room was on a station that played Christmas songs non-stop, which provided some noise for the couple to have in the background. They watched out the window for a while, just enjoying their time together. But eventually, Selina got curious about the large box that was tucked near the wall behind the tree with the rest of the presents.

“Can we open them now?” She asked her girlfriend, turning in her arms to look her in the eyes. When she nodded, Selina excitedly got up and immediately went to the large box behind the tree.

“Wait!” Selina stopped at her lover’s exclamation. She looked like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Just, save that one till the end? Please. Trust me.” She explained, and while Selina was upset to not find out what her lover brought home last night, she relented. They spent a considerable time opening the gifts from one another. Their gifts were usually practical, but there were a couple that were pure wants rather than needs. A new wig, a refill on Selina’s favorite perfume, and a beautiful leather skirt graced Selina’s hands but she was itching to go look at the present behind the tree. Seeing her lover’s eyes drift over, she gave Selina a nod to go to the mystery present.

She got excited and ran over to grab the present. Placing it in front of her on the floor, Selina tore into it like a little kid. This was much bigger than their usual presents to each other, which got her curious. She tore off the wrapping paper and used a nearby knife to open the tape that closed the box before her. When she opened the flaps, however, she stopped. The smile fell off of her face, and her hands froze. Her lover sat on the couch, watching her from a distance with a tense stance. She was no sure how she would react, but this was making her nervous. Selina reached her shaky hands into the box and pulled out what was inside. A poinsettia plant with a very specific tag attached to it. The tag of the business she used to get it from as a child. She was at a loss for words as she looked towards her girlfriend on the couch with watery eyes. Without saying anything, her lover took over.

“I thought it might make you happy. It wasn’t difficult to find the business. And when I mentioned the Kyle girl was who I was getting it for, they were really excited to hand it off. Said they wanted me to bring you by at some point.” She explained gently. Selina wept as her hands traced the petals delicately, but she still said nothing. In a flash, the plant was set gently on the ground, and she had found a place in her girlfriend’s lap. She kept pressing kiss after kiss to her, cradling her face in her hands. Finally, coming up for air, Selina spoke for the first time since she opened the box.

“Thank you.” She whispered. Repeating her thanks, she kissed every inch of exposed skin in between her words. Her lover rested her hands on Selina’s waist and allowed her to do what she needed without impediment.

“You’re welcome.” Her girlfriend finally replied.

And there they sat. Selina perched in her girlfriend’s lap, pressing kisses and sweet words of endearment and thanks to her. And her girlfriend, happy to be able to bring just a little bit of happiness and light to their gloomy apartment in an equally gloomy city.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Selene congrats on 1.8k baby!! I hope I’m not too late (if I am just ignore) - what about Selina Kyle and a tattoo shop AU 💗💗

Pairing: tattoo artist! Selina Kyle x female reader (no other specifications)

Word count: 400 words

Outline: You're nervous while getting your first tattoo.

Warnings: alcohol, implied smut, needles.

Author’s Note: thank you baby! your idea was such a good one, I just had to write it! :) I miss Selina!

Main Masterlist ・❥・Selina Kyle MasterList

You take a swing of the whiskey bottle and swallow down quickly closing your eyes. You were a lot of things and coward was one of them. But you had promised yourself you'd do it, you'd get it done, now or never.

"Ready, baby?" You take a look at the beautiful short-haired woman popping bubblegum loudly enough. She looked gorgeous in her leather tight outfit and her arms were covered in tattoos herself.

"I'm scared." You narrow your eyes and look at her. Might as well admit all of your feelings.

"Don't be honey. I'll just start buzzing you right here. " She caresses your skin softly with her long manicured nails. "And then continue till here." She taps your skin with her nails and gives you a wide grin. "It ain't gonna hurt at all. I'm a careful lady."

You nod your head as she speaks, her gentleness and kindness getting through to you. Not to mention her indescribable beauty. She doesn't look like she could ever harm you.

"Let's start, okay? Let's- It's gonna be fine." You tremble your words but try to appear confident, you wouldn't want her to consider you weak.

She grins again and winks again pressing the needle on your arm and start. "It's gonna be alright, baby."

The first few minutes go by swimmingly but then you start getting nervous again.

"Tell me what you want, sweet baby." She stops and looks at you. "If you stay still for me and try your strongest, you'll take me out to drinks, how does that sound?"

You open your eyes wide and your mouth hangs open unable to speak. Was she really offering? "I know when hearts beat for the needles and when they do for me, baby. I ain't dumb." She cocks an eyebrow.

"Just hoping you like this tattoo because you took your pretty ass to the store sixteen times trying to decide on the easiest one." You tilt your head in complete shock, wondering how could she right through you.

"I'm a smart lady, I know what you like. Just say yes, baby."

"Yes." You breathe out fast, without taking a breath and it's like your lungs run out of air.

"Good, now stay pretty still for me, baby."

The next morning you woke up tangled under her sheets with her cat sleeping on your side.

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

requested by anonymous

Batman had his fair share of foes, but none like the femme fatale feline known as Catwoman, who had silently snuck up behind you and tapped your shoulder with her claw. “Hey, kitten,” she purred, knowing she’d startle you, “be a dear and give the big guy a message for me?” You spun around and readied your weapon, which made her chuckle. “And what are you gonna do with that?”

“I’m bringing you in, Catwoman.” You warned her, but she looked calm as could be.

“Yeah…right. Anyways, tell Batman to meet me here at midnight. Just him and I.” She passed you a note with a bright red lipstick mark on it, and a doodle of a cat to avoid any confusion. “I know I can count on you.” Selina practically taunted, petting your head quickly before flipping off the edge of the rooftop before you could even attempt to apprehend her. What a bust.

“Weird lady…hope Batman doesn’t ask any questions. Who am I kidding, of course he will.” You spoke to yourself, dragging your feet along the snowy ground and off to find Batman.

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[smartycvnt]

Raise Hell

Pairing: Selina Kyle x Gender Neutral!Reader Summary: Selina takes you on a double date with Harley and Ivy.

A night out on the town in Gotham usually meant all sorts of mayhem, especially whenever you joined in with Selina and her best friends. You had been nervous at first hanging out with them, but the four of you had become quite the tight-knit group. More often than not, you and Harley spent your time causing chaos while Selina and Ivy tried their best to control some of it. Harley had been the first to welcome you into the group as a friend. Selina had obviously told Ivy about the two of you sneaking off in Arkham, back before anybody paid much attention to who you were.

The next time Harley had gotten herself locked up, she had broken you out with her, claiming that the two of you needed to talk anyways. You had hidden out with Harley for a few days before Selina came to get you. Ivy apologized to both of you, not having thought Harley would practically kidnap you in order to figure out whether or not you were good enough for Selina. By the end of your stay at Harley's safe house, you had been deemed the fourth member of their posse. The longer you hung around them, the more each of them realized just how much you had in common with them. That had been what prompted Selina to ask you to be her partner instead of just an acquaintance with benefits.

"Do you remember what you promised me for tonight?" Selina asked as the two of you walked towards the club where Harley and Ivy were supposed to be waiting. Since it was just a simple night out, you had opted for wearing a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, but kept your "head stomping" boots on just in case all hell broke loose.

"Yeah, yeah, best behavior. Don't worry, you'd hate for someone to get the impression I can't be trusted around Harley," you joked. That impression had been placed on almost everyone in Gotham, but especially Batman. It wasn't often that people managed to really get one up on him, but the two of you had created such a mess one night that he couldn't afford to chase after the two of you.

"Honey, I don't think there's a single Gothamite that would trust you and Harley to behave yourselves for a single night. It's almost like the two of you were born to raise hell," Selina told you. You rolled your eyes at the dramatics in her statement, despite them being pretty much true. Together, you and Harley could do more damage than almost anyone else could dream of.

"I'll be good, but just for you," you promised. Selina smiled as you leaned in to give her a quick kiss. Selina seemed to be a bit more relaxed, but the second the two of you got into the club, it all went out the window. Some of your former cell block mates were in the corner chatting with Harley, who was sitting on the bar while Ivy sat back looking bored out of her mind.

"Thank god the two of you are here. Y/n, can you go get her down from there please? She's been up there for the past half hour getting them in on some plan." You hadn't waited for Ivy to finish talking before you went over to the table to join your old friends. Harley perked when she saw you, breaking mid-sentence to hop down from the bar and run into your arms. A few of the guys backed away from the group, but the majority of them greeted you with bright smiles and a couple hugs. "They were one of them, weren't they?"

"Yep, leader of the block actually," Selina groaned. Ivy sighed, knowing that they were in for a long night. You and Harley chatted with the guys for a little while longer before you ordered drinks to bring to Selina and Ivy as an apology for taking so long.

"Champagne for the ladies," you said as you set the glasses down on the table. Harley took her spot on Ivy's lap as you sat down next to Selina and wrapped your arm around her shoulders. "There's a warehouse shipment of Wayne Tech that the guys would be happy to keep clear if we agree to share the cut."

"No business on pleasure nights," Selina warned. You nodded, but could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was interested. Selina was a quiet thief, but your methods were more of causing a big diversion, stashing the loot, and then coming back for it after a jail break or you were released. The police liked holding you in Arkham while they unsuccessfully searched for the item that you apparently stole. You just had to wait for them to come back with their tails between their legs to let you out because technically, they had no evidence of you stealing anything at all.

"That's right. Whatever gets blown up is just for fun!" Harley exclaimed. Ivy pinched the bridge of her nose as she let out a tired breath. You raised your glass to that, knowing that once the two of you left the club, Selina would most likely call off the "best behavior" thing as long as the four of you didn't get kicked out.

"We could always leave them here and just go home," Selina suggested. "Maybe even leave them in jail for the night and do a spa thing. I've got some pretty good connections."

"That's a great idea. You guys go be boring at home while Y/n and I play a game with Bats to see how long it takes him to stop us tonight. I think we can get a good 4 hours if he's alone," Harley said. You leaned forward, doubting that it'd be that long, especially since you had seen one of the Batgirls running around the city earlier.

"Nah, we've got 2 and a half, maybe three if nobody here has sent out a warning yet," you said. Harley was the first one out of her seat and you were quick to follow. You had expected Selina and Ivy to tag along, but whenever you looked behind you, they were nowhere to be found. Gotham was in for one hell of a night.

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[imagine--if]

Could I request prompt 5 with Selina please? ~ 🌺🦋

A/N: WoOoO first Selina request 🐱🖤 ofc you can, enjoy!!

Pairing: Kravitz!Catwoman x reader (The Batman 2022)

Prompt: "Oh, baby... everything's going to be alright."

Words: 251

Her dark eyes stare into yours knowingly, softened from their usual hard, set stares she gives to others. The nights in Gotham are long and cruel, and though you know Selina can handle herself perfectly, you can’t help but worry every time she’s ready to go off and out to face those nights in her own way.

A tabby cat butts its head against your leg as you nibble at your lip, breaking the eye contact nervously, only for Selina to strut over and lift your chin up gently with her fingers.

“You gotta trust me, baby,” she reminds you with a slight smile, “I’ll be fine, you know that.”

“I- I know, I trust you,” you confirm slowly, “I just… I worry, I’m sorry. It’s just, everyone out there are so horrible and violent, I hate that there’s a chance…”

Selina sighs, sitting next to you on the bed and wrapping an arm around you, her hand rubbing your arm. "Oh, baby... everything's going to be alright. I’ll be back before you know it, yeah? Unless you wanna come with me…?”

You looks at you with an expectant smirk, and you think about it, glancing at her hesitantly.

“I don’t know… I don’t think I’d be any good at the things you do, Selina.”

Selina shrugs, shifting a cat who’s come to rest on her lap as she gets up and going over to the door before looking back at you with a smile.

“Only one way to find out.”

#zoe kravitz #kravitz!catwoman x reader #2022 catwoman x reader #batman 2022 #the batman 2022 #catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #2022 selina Kyle x reader #catwoman imagine #catwoman fluff #catwoman fanfic #the batman catwoman #catwoman #zoe kravitz x reader #the batman x reader #selina kyle #selina kyle imagine #selina kyle fanfic #selina kyle x you #selina kyle x y/n

[kaiyaamin]

Sick Day! 🤒

But these fan art make me feel single 😢

Also, I wanted to say this art is not mine and credit whoever made this amazing arts.

#batmom #batman #batmom imagines #batman and robin #batfam x reader #batfam x batmom #batmom imagine #batmom!reader #batfam #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #gotham city #gotham #catwoman #selina kyle #art not mine #art not by me

[bruciemilf]

It's " Harley's DEFINETLY a honorary batfam member" hourssss

#i love her your honor #harley quinn #selina kyle #catwoman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #clark kent #tim drake #batfam #batfamily #dc imagines #batfamily imagines #social media au #batfam social media

[angelltheninth]

I would like to request Harley Quinn, Selina Kyle and Diana prince and facesitting (them doing it to reader) if you write this it would literally make my wlw heart beat out of my chest 😫

Hopefully your heart is okay after this one Anon.

Pairing: Harley Quinn, Selina Kyle, Diana Prince x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, face sitting, cunnilingus, praise, dirty talk, clit stimulation, fingering, teasing, restraints

A/N: I rarely get to write for these characters so I hope I do them justice.

Harley teases you a lot when you tell her you want her to ride your face. When you stick your tongue out she pulls back, your frustration building, tasting her but barely. Even if you were to pull her on top of you and make her hold still she'd find a way to wiggle, to deny you a while longer. She does want this just as much as you but she likes it when you put in the extra effort too, it makes her feel special when you moan against her pussy, almost as if addicted to her taste and the way moves on top of you.

"That's not all ya got sugar, I know ya can do better than that. I'm this close to ya and ya won't chase me? I'm very disappointed. And after all that work I put in to get you off minutes before. Hm, that's better, there we go, pull me down on top of you, give me that tongue. Yes, right there, ya know just how to work a girl up."

Selina rides your face with a lot of enthusiasm. She's got hips that never give out, she could ride you all night if you're willing to spend the next day with your jaw aching. Background music is always a must with her, she moves her hips to it, hands down her body, her thighs, grabbing your hands, intertwining your fingers with hers to have something to hold on to. Yes her claws can leave marks but that's a small price to pay when you get to suck her clit until she comes all over your face.

"Give me your hands darling, I want to hold you while I ride you. I can feel your smile, is it such a surprise that I'm a romantic? I can be very good you know. With the right incentive. I can also return the favor if you do a good enough job. Why not make it a contest? See how many licks it gets me to make you squirt. Good girl, I love a challenge."

Diana has to be very careful when she sits on your face because she can literally crush you with her thighs. You often tell her that it'd be nice to die that way but she doesn't think it's that funny. Because you always insist on pulling her down she's taken a habit of restraining you with her lasso. It also makes you a lot more honest, so she doesn't have to worry about you trying to overexert yourself. She's also the kind that will turn away from you and ride you while fingering you, she finds it much more enjoyable when she can feel you too.

"We talked about this before love, I can't fully sit down. Now, now, you don't have anything to complain about. Will another finger shut you up? Do you want to feel full? Love you when you're honest with me. Don't you slack off either, I want to feel your mouth on me, go as fast as you want, you know I can handle it."

#dc comics x reader #harleen quinzel x reader #selina kyle x reader #diana prince x reader #harley quinn x reader #catwoman x reader #wonder woman x reader #dc comics imagine #dc comics headcanons #dc comics smut #dc comics x female reader #harley quinn smut #catwoman smut #wonder woman smut #x female reader

[lowkeyerror]

I think I’m gonna need some more Selina Kyle IMMEDIATELY PLEASE

Maybe a cute Drabble on how you guys met like meet cute but obviously in a way that makes sense with Selina. Like she thinks you just want to be with her for one night and leave but turns out your in it for the long haul and want to actually be in a relationship. And just a lot of cute fluffy interactions and all the pet names 🥰

Every Night

Word count: 651

Notes: pure fluff, lil drabble, not my gif

DC Masterlist

The first time you laid eyes on Selina, you felt as though cupid had shot an arrow directly into your chest. You were at a club, your friends invited you for a night out and refused to let you decline the invitation.

It was sheer luck that the woman had been already looking at you. Nerves hit you hard when she approached you.

The first thing she said was," This doesn't really look like your scene, sweetheart."

" It's not."

" Then how about me and you go somewhere else," she suggested.

Y/n tilts her head as she thinks. Something Selina found extremely adorable.

" I don't know if it's smart for me to go anywhere in Gotham with a hot stranger that I've just met in a club."

Selina chuckles," Pretty and smart, well isn't that a dangerous combo. I'm Selina and I promise I'm as trustworthy as I am attractive."

For some reason, your gut was telling you to leave with this woman. Your senses were fighting hard, but your heart was too curious. So you left with her that night, and it was the best decision you had ever made.

Selina showed you finer things in life, things that you were certain only Gotham elitists had access to. She also showed you the beauty hidden in the slums of the town. That was the duality of Selina.

She was charming and flirtatious. It was impossible for the night to end up anywhere except with you under her.

Part of her expected you to be gone in the morning. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to find you curled up in her arms, snoring lightly.

She took the time to really get a good look at your features. Selina had an eye for valuable things, and in that moment she was fairly certain that you were the most valuable thing she ever laid her eyes on.

" I'd say something snarky about a staring problem, but I like it when you look at me," your voice had a twinge of morning rasp to it.

" Well, you managed to surprise me. You know, I usually wake up to an empty bed." Selina lightly traced patterns on your arm.

" I find that hard to believe." Your eyes tried to lock on hers, but she's focused on the patterns she's making.

" You'd be surprised."

You took her hand in yours," I'd stay here until you asked me to leave."

Selina let a genuine laugh tumble out of her lips," I was that good, huh?"

Your face heated up at the insinuation," I- you were, but you're a lot more than just good in bed. I find myself wanting to know everything about you."

" Oh really," her eyes finally snapped up to yours, and you find yourself melting.

" Really… Let me make you breakfast?"

It was an innocent question that once again caught Selina off guard.

" Are you going to burn down my kitchen?"

You chuckled gently," No, I'm actually pretty good in the kitchen. I can make anything you want."

" Is there a catch to this?"

You thought for a moment," The catch is that you have to go on a date with me."

Selina kissed the tip of your nose," That all, sweetheart?"

"That's all I want."

Selina pretended to think about it, but her mind was made up the second you asked her. Instead of answering your question directly, she responded with her breakfast order," Ham and cheese omelet, don't short me on the bell peppers or green onions, Y/n."

You pecked her lips before rolling out of the bed," Yes, chef."

Selina sighed blissfully as you left the room. She really liked you, and that was rare for her. She wanted you to know everything about her, even her alter ego. Catwoman would spoil you with all of your heart's desires, she wouldn't be able to help herself.

Anything for her girl.

#selina kyle #selina kyle imagine #selina kyle x reader #catwoman imagine #catwoman #lowkeyerror

[rebelliousstories]

Finally got around to watching The Batman (2022). While it’s not the Bale Batman, or Batfleck, I still thoroughly enjoyed the new interpretation of all the characters we know and love.

Requests are now open for:

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman

I could be talked into making fics for other characters though…

So ya know, jut like… have at it.

#rebelliousstories #writing #the batman #batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x reader #batman imagine #batman x reader #selina kyle #catwoman #selina kyle x reader #selina kyle imagine #Catwoman imagine #catwoman x reader #dc comcis #dc imagine

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Forgot to add this rule. If a character is vegan/vegetarian, assume they get tofu dogs.

#tumblr polls #dc posting #dc poll #batfam #batfamily #bruce wayne #batman #selina kyle #catwoman #jason todd #tim drake #barbara gordon #damian wayne #duke thomas #harper row #kate kane #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #dick grayson #Robin #batgirl #batwoman #red hood #the signal #bluebird #dc batman #dc batfam #batfamily shenanigans #batfam imagine #gotham city

[zoraedits]

Bruce Wayne

By @zoraedits

⟨don't remove watermark & repost elsewhere⟩

#bruce wayne #batman #batman imagine #batman icons #wayne family adventures #damian wayne #dc comics #dc universe #dc fanart #dc webtoon #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #justice league #justice league imagine #batman comics #batman characters #batman catwoman #batman crossover #batman and robin #batman and joker #batman au #batman arkham knight #batman art #batman dc #batman headcanon #batman hush #batman logo #bruce wayne icons #dc robin

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Lol Danny as Phantom trying to summon Jazz as a prank and accidentally summons one of the bats instead. Danny and the bat in question just stare at eachother for a second, eyes flicking between the other person and the obvious Lazarus green summoning circle.

The bat asks a question but before they can even finish Danny yells, "wrONG NUMBER" and breaks the summoning circle thus sending the bat back to wherever they were at the point of summoning.

Danny assumes he must have gotten something wrong and tries again and this time succeeds in summoning Jazz who is very disgruntled at his prank.

This goes on with Danny accidentally summoning various bats by accident and batcow one time while trying to summon cujo. It isn't until Nightwing gets sent back again that he mentions what was happening to him every so often to the others that they all realize they had been summoned multiple times. Batman is freaking out because all his kids??? Got summoned through some kinda magic circle??? And no one told him what was going on???

Bruce also wondered why he wasn't summoned but all the other bats were. The kid who kept summoning them didn't seem like a threat but it was all to suspicious and unnerving.

Danny was getting annoyed. Who were these people and why did they appear everytime he tried to use a spell thats supposed to summon siblings? Is he adopted or something? Mom and Dad never had the greatest relationship with him and his sister but this is something they would tell him, right?

Right?

Bonus: One time he uses the circle while he's in danger to summon his mom so she can beat up Vlad who's gone completely off the rails. He makes sure he's in his living form and looks all weak and small as possible.

This turned out to be a mistake as either Catwoman or Talia Al Ghul appears(writers choice). Danny is confused but mis bio mom recognized him immediately and Vlad gets obliterated. Depending on the choice Vlad is either Souped or Killed and Danny gets kidnapped regardless.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #talia al ghul #tim drake #robin #damian wayne #catwoman #selina kyle #red robin #yum #imagine if its talia #the son that was stolen away from her and the leage is so pitiful and weak #she must fix that #only to realize later she had been tricked and the small and meek thing was just an act #shes so impressed with her baby #if its catwoman she rushes to snuggle her lost kitten and starts putting together the truth about Amity #could be a different dimention #could be amity cut off from the rest of the world #red hood #jason todd #nightwing #dick grayson #stephine brown #spoiler #orphan #cassandra cain

[anitalenia]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ₊˚⊹♡

⋆˙⟡♡ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑓, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑦. ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛… 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: how he acted 𓂃⊹ the beginning of how it started. a part detailing how Batman initially treated you and handled the relationship.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: how it happened 𓂃⊹ how Batman fell in love with you and all the things that happened leading up to it. all the signs and actions that made him love you.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙: how it was 𓂃⊹ how Batman handled the reality of being in love with you and all the things he did to try and hide from it. better yet, his confession.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: how it all fell together 𓂃⊹ yours and Bruce’s relationship and how he was with you. some relationship headcanons for fun.

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ battinson x fem!reader

⋆˙⟡♡ CONTENT INCLUDES ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ mentions of sex, mentions of fighting and threatening, rough kissing, mentions of sad!Bruce / undertones of depression, mentions of alcohol & insomnia, bad words, sweet kisses, tears, hair pulling, love confessions, not really a whole lot of sexiness just headcanons mostly

⋆˙⟡♡ WARNINGS ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ mature content, emotionally tortured Bruce Wayne, maybe not my best story telling :(, mentions of blood and fighting cuz this is Batman, alcoholism

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ thanks to @diavolosbaby for requesting this!! Hope you enjoy and it lives up to your standards 🩷

OTHER LINKS ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ He told you what this was before he even started it. Told you this was strictly business, no feelings involved; you knew who he was during a chance encounter and you were the only one he could really come to after that. It was simple, straight forward; you needed his dick and he needed your pussy.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆: how he acted 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce came to you a lot, which was a little odd compared to how you perceived him to be. You thought he was a very busy man, always fighting crime or hiding away in his mansion, always too busy to bother with someone as unimportant as you. But no, you couldn’t have been more wrong. He was there at least three times a week, standing by your window in that black suit of his with his cape blowing with the wind, waiting for you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always quiet, head filled with whatever torturous pain lingered in the shadows of his mind, brimming with the secrets he never told you and you never asked for. He never spoke, unless it was a command spoken in a gentle gruffness. He never smiled, tried not to grunt or make too much noise, but some nights he couldn’t contain himself and the sounds just escaped him. Those were the nights he was particularly frustrated.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never let you take off his mask at first, he’d leave it on and you were left grasping at leather and air. He didn’t like affection, having you touch his scars and his body, it was too vulnerable, too intimate, for his liking. So, naturally, he didn’t stay to cuddle afterwards. The business was over, your job was done, he’d slip out the window as you’d bask in the aftershocks.

⋆˙⟡♡ His heart was cold but his body was warm, always warm. He was like a furnace when he’d be flat against you, fucking into you with his head in your neck and his hands gripping your jaw, your waist, your thighs. You’d always get so hot, craving his warmth like a bug to a bonfire.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never bothered to ask you anything about yourself, but you had a suspicion he had to have done some research on you during those long lonely days in the darkness of his home. He was too cautious not to, too curious. And he did. He found out everything about you but didn’t share a single detail about himself. He was Bruce Wayne, rich son whose parents died by day, and then Batman, vengeance personified by night. That’s all you needed to know.

⋆˙⟡♡ Batman only came to you in the middle of the night, sometimes bloody and beaten, your fingers running over tender bruises that would make him grimace. A part of him liked the pain, figured he deserved it. Sometimes you worried for him on the nights he was particularly beaten up, but he didn’t give you time to ask questions before he was shoving you against your dresser and pressing himself against you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t like being in the light, being too seen. He liked it with all the lights off, your room glowing with the dim light of the moon and the streetlights, your face pressed into his neck or shoved into a pillow so you couldn’t look at him.

⋆˙⟡♡ In the beginning, he liked it when you just submitted to him; he mostly cared about his own pleasure at first as he told you what this was, why he was doing this. That didn’t stop him from making sure you came at least once though. He couldn’t help it, didn’t want you to feel completely used.

⋆˙⟡♡ You noticed he always had this way about him when he touched you, almost like he yearned to hold you closer but knew he shouldn’t. His hands were rough, long fingers and hot palms, lingering on your skin before he’d move them away, never touching one place too long before he’d move on. It was almost a tease.

⋆˙⟡♡ He spied on you, a lot actually, would watch you from his spot on a roof top, stare at you through your big office window. He didn’t know why, just bored and curious, he always told himself. He’d see you stress yourself out, fill out paper after paper while your boss did nothing but throw more at you. You took it anyway and Bruce was confused by why. But he never asked, didn’t want to make a connection with you and risk losing you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He remembered sneaking into your house, waiting for you, but you were late coming home from work and he wasn’t sure if he should leave or not. He felt wrong about it, but he looked through your photos and your notebooks, saw a glimpse into your real life outside of him and work and he quickly put everything back the way it was and left. He didn’t want to see, he didn’t want to see you as anything different than what he already did.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would lie to Alfred about where he was going at night, why he would be so late coming home. But Alfred knew he was lying, he wasn’t sure about what exactly, but Alfred knew Bruce would come to him in time.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce tried hard to keep his and yours personal lives outside of your mutual situation, he really did. He didn’t want to know you, hear you talk about your problems and your dreams and fears and learn what made you you, from your own words. He was alone and knew he was meant to be alone, planned on being alone forever. Being with him would only put you in danger, a bigger target on his back he didn’t need. It was for your own protection, for the sake of both your lives and both your hearts.

⋆˙⟡♡ He vowed to himself to keep it that way, strictly professional, a hobby almost. He really didn’t plan to fall in love, he really really didn’t…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Your living room was dark when you came home from work, later than usual because of your infuriating boss; he was lazy, relied on his employees to do his work while he sat in his office and ate his donuts. You hated him, loathed him, absolutely couldn’t stand him, but you understood he was just another obstacle, a milestone you needed to get through before you reached where you needed to be. So, you didn’t make a fuss, you didn’t complain, didn’t speak up. You did what you were supposed to as you were supposed to do it, just another hamster circling the wheel of business over and over until you finally got the balls to break the cycle.

Unfortunately, your ambition was almost too much for you sometimes, tonight was evidence enough.

You set your keys in the ceramic bowl by the door with a tired sigh, soft rain pattering on your windows, furniture lit up with a dim orange glow from the street lamps outside. All twisting shadows and rain drops. Your nose tickled with the scent of vanilla bean and raspberry, remembering the candle you had forgotten to blow out before you left. Oops.

Your hair was damp, gray suit littered in dark spots from the rain outside. Your limbs were sore and heavy, eyes burning and fluttering for a semblance of rest. Your heels were sore from the heels you’ve been prancing around in all day, your whole body exhausted in general. This was normal for you though, you always came home lagged and tired. You regretted being such a hard worker, but knew it would ultimately pay off in the future.

You walked to your bedroom, your heels clacking on the floor unevenly, dragging on the wooden boards as you navigated your way through the darkness. You held your purse loosely in your left hand, a shiver crawling up your spine as an unexpected gust of coolness swept up your legs and down your neck.

Your foot stuttered, lingering by the doorway in your bedroom as the rain seemed louder, less dull, wind whistling your black bed sheets. You furrowed your eyebrows at that, knowing you left your window closed before you left. Your eyes strained to see anything in the darkness as panic blared in your chest like a fire alarm, trying to make out any figure in the shadows of your room. You slowly crept forward, preparing for the worst, your exhaustion melting into hot fear that made your bones go stiff.

You swallowed, eyes immediately going to the open window to see the empty street below, the sound of a car alarm in the distance overpowering the rain that seemed to just pound harder. Your window was wide open, sheer purple curtains flapping from the breeze like a set of violet wings. Your eyes narrowed at that, hearing nothing but buzzing silence ringing in your ears. Then, it just hit you.

You couldn’t describe it exactly, but you felt a sensation of calmness wash over you as you let out a hefty breath, fear gradually melting away as your body relaxed and hands unclenched. It was like your body knew it wasn’t in any real danger, that there was nothing lurking in the shadows besides what was supposed to be. This was all too familiar to you; a setting you’ve come home to many times before. The open window, the darkness, the buzzing calm.

You felt excitement spark through you in recognition as you felt your neck tingle, a barely there whisper of a breath wash over your neck and tickle your hair.

You felt a smile quirk on your lips, turning around slowly, sucking in a sharp breath when you were met with the large bulking figure of the man in black standing just an inch away from you, a shadow hiding in shadow as he stared down at you with those black soulless eyes. He was big, a thing you liked about him, dirt encrusted on his suit and so out of place in the cozy warmth of your home. He was big and bulky, comically large for your small bedroom.

You looked back up at him, your purse dropping to the floor as instinctual arousal flooded your belly at just the mere sight of him. You couldn’t help it, your body knew what he was capable of and yearned for it. Your throat became dry, you swallowed once more as his eyes, those dark blue gems of his, looked over your face with a certain pained look in them, calculating and tortured, covered in black face paint that hid the beauty of his raw skin.

His pink lips were set in a firm frown, a faint scratch on his chin, breaths slow and even, calm. That damned mask of his covered his face, the fluffiness of his brown hair you seldom ever felt run through your finger tips. He always wore this expression, always so serious and somber like he was going through a dreadful ordeal every second he continued to live. You were always curious as to why, but knew he’d never answer, nor appreciate your nosiness.

You let your thoughts drift off, looking back up at him with a false confidence.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight…” You mumbled quietly, losing any conviction in your voice as he took a small step forward, closer to you, his heavy boot thudding on your floor. You took a small step back, crumbling under him way too easily, as always. He always loved to completely invade your space, but never let you do the same to him.

You looked up at him, he looked down at you, breaths mingling together as a dark look washed over his oceanic eyes, his strong jaw clenching as he ran his eyes over your face like this was the first time he’d ever seen you. You felt your thighs tighten at the look in them, at the way he looked at you.

You were being honest though, you didn’t expect him tonight. You had seen him two nights ago, expecting not to see him for another few weeks at least.

“Shhh…” He shushed you gently, voice gravelly but gentle, tired but awake, undertones of desire.

He leaned down towards you and you found yourself holding your own arms back from wrapping around him and taking him already, just as he always took you. His gloved hands reached for the edge of the dresser behind you, trapping you between his strong arms and chest, completely invading your senses as your eyes looked into his, almost begging. His cape flowed down his shoulders and shrouded around you both until all you could see was black, the heady smell of smoke and rain tickling your nose, captivating.

He pressed himself against you, a brick wall, the mahogany’s edge digging into your lower back as your breath stuttered. You found yourself looking at his lips, his nose, his eyes, his closeness overwhelming you as you couldn’t figure out where to look, your skin feeling hot and stuffy, the confidence you had previously now a pile on the floor as your stomach twisted.

You could see the rain on his black suit, dripping down all his gear and heavy armor he wore and down to his waist, some falling to the floor in soft drips. You licked your lips, minding the mess, feeling lightheaded and fluttery as you looked back up at him with sparkling eyes.

He cocked his head at you, dark eyes running over your lips before looking back into your own, “Take your hair down.”

He always used such a gentle, tired voice, like he didn’t want to scare you and he could never find enough sleep, but the demand was obvious in his tone, eyes dark and predatory as they stared down at you intently. He didn’t need anymore command, knowing you’d do as he said just like you always did.

You didn’t dare disobey, sensing his need sizzling in the air just as strong as your shared want. You managed eye contact as you brought a hand up to the back of your head, taking out the black hair clip holding your hair together, the rain pattering on your roof almost too loud in your ears. He stared as your hair fell down your shoulders, cascading down your back in silky waves and framing your face. You swallowed, feeling the need to clear your throat as you put a hand through your hair and brushed it over your shoulder.

You saw his eyes run over your hair, the way it fell around your cheeks, his jaw clenching once more. He brought a hand up, big and heavy, running your locks through his fingers, imagining the softness of it as the sweet smell of apricot and citrus filled his nose, the signature flavor of your favorite shampoo.

You sighed at the pleasurable sensation on your scalp, head titling back as your eyes drooped, your hair clip falling to the ground noisily as you brought your hands up and grabbed his forearms. You might’ve been a little dramatic at just a few touches, but you were so needy, needy for this dangerous man you knew absolutely nothing about besides the obvious. He was a stranger in a suit, a stranger to you, but he somehow knew how to touch you better than any man you’ve ever been with.

He took note of your reaction, his own body twitching to touch you as he noticed the look in your eyes. He felt an intense need spark through him, his hand grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling your head back. He remained calm looking, but his eyes gave it all away.

Your head was yanked back, a pleasurable gasp leaving your lips as you squeezed his arms, looking up at him with your lips parted and breaths heavy. Your head stung, hair being pulled on in just the right way that had a familiar wetness pooling between your thighs, your body buzzing alive with feeling.

Bruce looked down at you, pressing the broadness of himself against you even harder, your breasts smushed against his suit, completely at his mercy. He looked down at you with an unraveled look in his eyes as he tilted your head up towards him.

He kissed you then, rough and hot, groaning into your mouth as his tongue played with yours, teeth clashing and breaths hot against each other. You couldn’t help but moan against him as he finally granted you what you’ve been wanting for so long now, scalp burning from his hold on your hair as your hands flew up and gripped at the leather of his mask, arms wrapped around his neck.

He was forceful and rough, his other hand crawling around your waist and lifting you off the ground with such ease it almost caught you off guard. You gasped into his mouth, his hand tightening on the hold in your hair as you grimaced at the pain.

You didn’t break the kiss, stuck on him as your heels fell off your feet and hit the floor. In two big strides you were suddenly lied flat on your bouncy mattress with Batman himself between your thighs, still holding your waist and head against him as he kissed you fervently.

Your skirt slid down around your thighs as you wrapped your legs around him, pressing him harder into you as all you wanted was him, him everywhere and him all over you. You moaned against him, helpless and desperate, as the ridges in his suit dug into your stomach, his lips movingly hotly against yours as he grunted against you. His cape flowed around you, thick and smooth, trapping you underneath until all you could see was blackness, unable to discern the space between his body and yours.

You knew this was going to be quick; he was too rough, too impatient and needy. It must’ve been a bad night for him, but you didn’t pry no matter how much you wanted to, no matter how much the questions bubbled in your throat and ached in your chest you knew you were in no place to ask. A part of you liked it that way, liked that this was strictly this. You liked that you didn’t have to answer to him, that you weren’t bound to him and he wasn’t to you. It was just simple, secrecy for a night of shameless lust-filled sex in return.

You both got what you wanted and that was enough. You appreciated that he didn’t go beyond that just as you didn’t. Outside of this room he was Batman, a dangerous vigilante some trusted and some hated, he was Bruce Wayne, an orphan child with more money and pain than he needed. But in the shadow of your bedroom, under the covers with you, there was no identity, no obligation, just two strangers seeking each other out in search of the one thing they both wanted, blessed with none of the other drama that followed a relationship.

With Bruce on top of you in this very moment, his hands gripping your body for no reason other than pleasure, you knew he would be gone before the night was over, and you’d be alone in your bed with bite marks and handprints on your skin to serve as a reminder of the man who gave them to you. You knew he would silently leave, slip away when he thought you were sleeping, you knew he wouldn’t talk or tell you any of his problems. He’d give you what you wanted and then slip into the shadows… you had to admit, It was the most perfect arrangement.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: how it happened 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Batman didn’t plan on ever falling in love with you, but when he did, it had happened after a couple of months of doing what he did with you. But before he did, things had been going so well. You never intervened in his life and he never intervened in yours. Just as he expected, just as he preferred. It had been perfect, but somewhere along the way he had gotten too involved, started to trust you without even realizing it.

⋆˙⟡♡ At first, it started with him staying in your bed longer than he used to. You didn’t argue, comfortable with the heat his body gave you in the coldness of the night. He found himself dozing off after you would, your fluffy blanket soft on his skin and the mattress like a cloud for his broken body. He’d always be gone before you woke up though. You didn’t want to say anything about his little sleepovers, scared you’ll frighten him and he’ll stop. So you let him do as he pleased, enjoying his company albeit his silence.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never cuddled with you though, ever (don’t worry, he lets that slip too). Always stiff like a board on his side of the bed, expression crumbled with pain and peace. Sometimes he’d flinch, nightmares you never questioned him about but always noticed. Still, he’d wake up after about an hour, slip out your window, but not before giving you one last look, seeing how the moon shined down on your soft skin…

⋆˙⟡♡ Then, it was following you home after work, making sure you got home safe on those dark nights where it seemed like every shadow was following you. He’d be on the rooftops, claiming he was just curious and bored, cape flapping in the wind, when in reality he just needed to make sure you got home safely.

⋆˙⟡♡ You didn’t know, but he was watching you much more than you’d ever suspect. He watched your home on the nights Gotham was quiet, his body knowing you were so close but oh so far. He thought about you when he wasn’t thinking about you, thought about the routine he had found in you, the unfamiliar closeness, the comfort he had found between your body and your bed sheets.

⋆˙⟡♡ He started kissing you more, flinching less when your fingers would graze his back. He let you look at him, look deep into his eyes when he was inside you, have your hands touching his face and his back without the security of his suit to hide him. You loved when he did that, feeling him under your hands, skin to skin as it should be.

⋆˙⟡♡ He let you see his scars in the light, didn’t care when he took off his suit and your bathroom light was on, shining down on his body and the sculpted muscle of it. He had learned you wouldn’t judge him, but he was still hesitant, suffering inside when he looked down at the floor as you gazed at him in awe… you thought he was so beautiful.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would watch you when you worked, watch as your boss would storm in and demand more from you. Bruce didn’t like that, would clench his fist and grind his teeth when you’d get scolded like a child, told to work harder when all you did was work. He’d have to control himself when your boss would walk past him on his way home every night.

⋆˙⟡♡ He started conversing with you more, holding you against his chest when you two were done. He’d ask you profound questions as you two stared up at the ceiling, you’d tell him your answer. He didn’t talk a lot, just liked to listen. It would be intimate, almost romantic. He’d listen to what you’d have to say and he’d learn, learn more about who you were, where you came from, and he’d find himself not wanting to leave, a dull ache in his chest every time you’d fall asleep and he’d have to slip out your fire escape.

⋆˙⟡♡ He never admitted it to himself, but he started to look forward to seeing you, found comfort in your small bedroom and the absence of life’s problems that came with it. He started to enjoy the smell of vanilla bean and raspberry from those candles you always forgot to blow out before work. He started to pick up on your little quirks.

⋆˙⟡♡ While gradually falling in love with you, Bruce would deny, deny, deny. He acknowledged that he was starting to feel things he didn’t want to, and he’d be incredibly disturbed and moody, more than usual. Alfred would even be a little peeved with him.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce would find himself asking you how work was. He would be concerned about the bags under your eyes and the wrinkles in your clothes, not outright concerned but he couldn’t stop himself from asking. He wanted to hear your voice.

⋆˙⟡♡ He would be very hesitant around you, scared he was doing too much when he’d touch you now. It wasn’t like before, when he would just grab and control. Now he was really touching you, trying to feel you, every dip and curve of your skin under his fingertips.

⋆˙⟡♡ He had gotten way too comfortable with you now, even he knew that. He relied on you and the comfort you gave, a feeling he’d been without for so long. He was like a cold soul lost in the woods, searching for something, anything, hollow, a warm body to bring him back. He found that with you, and he didn’t even realize it until he started to feel pain when he wasn’t around you, a pain in his chest like a knife was stabbing into his heart. He missed you but he didn’t want to…

⋆˙⟡♡ He stared at your face a lot, too intensely for your liking, thoughts behind those dark eyes of his he’d never tell you about if you confronted him about it. He just liked to look at you, watch you giggle and smile. He’d do it without realizing how intimidated it made you feel, how you’d have to blush and look away, pretend you didn’t notice. He just liked to look at you, soak in your expressions before he’d leave again.

⋆˙⟡♡ The signs were all there when you thought about it. The lingering touches, the admiring stares, the countless nights he’d watch over you. He felt like a creep, following you around so much, but he couldn’t help it. You were a pleasant distraction and he was a fool, easily succumbing to those feelings he had for you without even knowing it. They had been growing inside of him like a blooming vine… they started out small but grew into so much more, and he ignored it, until he just couldn’t take it anymore…

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It was a quiet night in September, it had been raining for days and the coolness of autumn had just started to blow into the city. The trees danced with orange and red leaves, strewn all over the road and sidewalks, getting stuck under peoples rain boots and car tires. Your window was cracked, letting a cool breeze into your room that made you shiver, the savory smell of someone’s cooking wafting into your noses from the apartments across the way. You looked at your tv, black screen shut off but reflecting the blurred forms of your mingled bodies on your bed, arm outstretched on Bruce’s stomach, head lying on his chest. You could hear his heart, slow and calm just as he always was, pumping in your ear and lulling you to sleep.

You wanted to stay awake though, listening to the sounds of cars driving in rain puddles and horns honking, the occasional laughter of a passerby. A candle was lit on your dresser across the room, with the faint scent of vanilla bean and raspberry in the air just as Bruce liked. Your legs were a little sore, thighs tender from where Bruce had gripped them so hard, lips puffy from where Bruce had kissed them so much. You felt satisfied, pleasant even, comforted by his presence, the knowledge of his identity absent in your mind as you didn’t register him as a millionaire, or as a crime fighting vigilante, you never really did.

He was neither of those things to you. He was… he was Bruce, just Bruce, your Bruce. Not Bruce Wayne or Batman, and that was enough for you. You took him as he is not as he was, never questioned him about his parents or how Batman was even created. He appreciated that, didn’t like answering questions about himself he wasn’t comfortable with. He was comfortable with silence, but he didn’t mind hearing you.

He was awake too, didn’t want to fall asleep before you, something in his mind telling him he should leave already, not sink into the mattress any further and let himself relish in your warmth. He had responsibilities, duties, people he needed to save and crime he needed to stop. It was Gotham, something was always wrong and someone always needed help. But he couldn’t think about any of that stuff around you, his thoughts always either empty or crowded with your smile.

His suit was a mess on the floor, scrambled just like his mind, bat mask clear as day in his vision, lit up in a red glimmer from the light outside. It stared at him with its blank eyes, watching, the buzzing of a neon light loud in his ears. It’s like it was mocking him, patronizing him. He frowned at it, turning his head slightly away from it, like it was a reminder of what his true purpose was, where he should really be this late other than here in your arms. He knew he should go, felt his arm twitch like he was about to get up and unwind from you.

“Don’t you have somewhere you should be? Or are you gonna stay?” You mumbled sleepily, voice so quiet and sweet he almost didn’t hear it.

His eyes drifted to you, rubbing his fingertips on your rib cage and savoring the feeling of your smooth skin underneath him, against him. You were so unblemished, unlike him. A few scratches and scars here and there that held stories and memories, none like his. His were ridged and pale, covered his skin, they held memories but none of them good. Memories that served as reminders of why this was so wrong, of who he really was and who he needed to get back to once he left these four walls.

He thought about it for a minute, frowning at the ceiling fan.

Did he have somewhere to be? Yes, yes he did. He always had somewhere to be, that was the problem. He couldn’t be everywhere at once, he could be somewhere else, but he was here instead. He was here with you, here with you. He had somewhere to be, could be anywhere else, but he was here. Everyone always expected him to be where they were, expected him to save everyone. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t save everyone and he couldn’t be everywhere they wanted him to be. He was with you but he shouldn’t be. Guilt settled in his gut as he swallowed, hands itching like it was wrong to touch you.

His eyes, dark and somber like storm clouds, especially just as captivating, looked over your frazzled hair like he could see your face, knowing how exhausted you must’ve been from work and sex, how it was so late already and how you’d have to leave so early. Your breathing was slow and even, warm breath brushing over his chest from your parted pink lips, all cues of how you’ve already fallen asleep. He thought about your question, yes, yes he had somewhere he needed to be, he always did.

He didn’t bother speaking, just turned his head back and looked at the ceiling as his arm held you just a little tighter against him, hearing the splash of a car racing through water from somewhere outside.

He’ll stay for a little while.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒙: how it was 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ When he realized he was in love with you he left, he left for a long time. He refused to let those feelings blossom into anything more, grow into something more… dangerous. Love was dangerous, he was dangerous. He isolated himself from you, in a worse mood than usual. Alfred had picked up on it, knowing there was more going on than Bruce wanted to say. You couldn’t help the disappointment as the days turned into weeks, weeks of hope being crushed on with every night he wasn’t there.

⋆˙⟡♡ He told himself it was for the best, heartbreak was something you could heal from, death was something you’d never come back from. With his life, you would die. He couldn’t lose anyone else, he couldn’t. He couldn’t subject you to that same fate his parents had.

⋆˙⟡♡ Still, he couldn’t stop himself from watching you when you’d walk home, still sitting outside your job, your home, watching you from a distance to make sure you’d be alright. He couldn’t sleep if he didn’t.

⋆˙⟡♡ He couldn’t sleep anyway. Eyes a dark purple and the ache in his chest getting so much worse. It was because of you he couldn’t sleep, bed empty and cold without you, mattress hard and firm unlike yours. His nightmares consisted of your death and his inability to save you. He was better off seeing nothing with his eyes open than your blood with his eyes closed.

⋆˙⟡♡ Alfred was concerned. Confronted his Master Bruce during breakfast when Bruce was silent and gloomy. Yes, Alfred knew he would confess eventually, just needed a little shove. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Alfred.”

⋆˙⟡♡ You couldn’t stop thinking about him either… work was slow and long, your thoughts muddled together as you couldn’t stop racking your brain for a reason, any reason, as to why, why he left. Did you do something wrong?

⋆˙⟡♡ You didn’t want to say you missed him, you didn’t want to admit that to yourself. You felt almost stupid, like he had used you and discarded you, but wasn’t that the whole point? You were a mess, confused and feeling a different kind of lonely only a sad heart could bring you. You felt abandoned.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce would hide up in his room and think, read books but not pay attention to the words. Alfred would bring him his tea and advice whenever he could, but it seemed nothing could cheer him up. Bruce felt a different kind of loneliness now than he had his whole life. When his parents died they were taken away from him, he didn’t choose to give them up like he did you. He felt like he had lost yet another person.

⋆˙⟡♡ He really thought about moving on from you, a part of him arguing thats what was best for you. But the thought of fully giving you up to anybody else angered him. You weren’t his but you’d always been in some way, his. He yearned to be near you again, an itch in the back of his mind only you could scratch.

⋆˙⟡♡ He drunk, a lot. Spent his free time as Bruce Wayne drowning in whiskey and scotch, heavy liquor bottles empty and discarded on the floor. He almost felt like crying, but he’d just pass out on his bed, too drunk to crawl under the covers. Sometimes he’d pass out in the common room, leg hanging off the couch and hair unraveled, Alfred cleaning up the mess and putting a blanket over him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He drowned himself in his work to distract from you. He was frustrated, angry, weeks having gone by without you having set him on edge. He was beating petty criminals to a bloody pulp, sending them to Gordon barely conscious. He needed to take his anger out on something, anything. Alfred would just sigh when a bloody Bruce would storm past him, ensuring his suit was cleaned before the next day.

⋆˙⟡♡ It was a late Friday night when Bruce let his anger take control of him. It was some petty thief thinking he’d run off with the bags of cash he’d stolen. Bruce didn’t let him speak, anger taking over him like thick ropes of lava in his blood, anger that had festered in his black heart for weeks, simmering under his skin waiting for the moment it could boil over.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was bloody and dirty when he came to you in a blur of anger and love, adrenaline running through him with a determination boiling in his bones.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It was a dark cloudy night when you saw Bruce standing outside your window; you lay in bed, cozy and under the covers, bathed in the dim golden light of your lamp. You were pretending to read a book you’ve meant to finish with a frown on your face, mind full of memories and the fruitless desire to have it all back. It was a melancholic pain that throbbed under your skin, sharp and persistent like a plant rash, the memory of forgotten things plaguing your mind and wishing it could just all go back to the way it was.

You almost didn’t see him if it wasn’t for the thud on your fire escape; you jumped and the book flew to the floor with a thud. Your eyes widened and you felt a wave of excitement and relief flourish through your veins as you scrambled off your bed. You couldn’t believe it, heart pounding as you rushed over to your window and swung it open like an eager baker opening an oven door. It was a big window, one with a giant view of the street below and the park across the ways, big enough to fit a grown man in a heavy suit.

Your hands were almost frantic, eyes wide in disbelief to just see him standing there in all his glory, back to you like he used to be all those weeks ago before he left, left you, left you behind. The memory of his loss and betrayal flashed back like a pull to reality, all those sad feelings you pushed away coming full frontal in your head like a tidal wave in your fragile brain.

Bruce’s heavy stare burned through you and it was like you could feel it on your skin, like a million microscopic bugs crawling all over you, your body buzzing with electricity and your hands almost shaking. You felt a flurry of difficult emotions coursing through you that all muddled together in one big mess in your head; anger and happiness, relief and irritation. You couldn’t pinpoint on one, feeling everything all at once when you opened your window and Batman was stood on the other side of you in all his threatening grandness.

You hated that he looked so good despite the grime.

You were left stunned as all you could do was stare at him. This was a moment you’ve only dreamt about, wished for for days and countless weeks, fantasized about for hours on end. How you would react, what you would say, how it would all go… and especially how he’d apologize on hand and knee for you, atone for his sins and plead for your pardon. It was all meticulously planned and carefully thought out, and now here it was, the moment you’ve been waiting for for so long; it was finally here, staring at you in the face. And it was so funny how all those ideas and all that confidence you had just seemed to vanish now that it was time to confront them; you were frozen as you stared back at him, unsure of what to do next and too tongue tied to formulate a thought. All that planning, pointless in the face of its precipitant.

Bruce stared back at you longingly and painfully, breaths hard and heavy and knuckles bruised and sore. His eyes were smeared in that black paint he always used, thick with an unspoken emotional torture, like he was being tormented in his own mind at the mere sight of you. He was in a way; you were his reminder of why he left, the catalyst of his destruction but at the same time his anecdote. It was all very confusing and contradictory; all he could understand was that it pained him to look at you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to look away.

Blood was splattered over his cheeks and suit, his heart pumping in his ears as he looked you over, putting all the pieces of you back in his mind; from your face, to your pink pajamas, to the black socks on your feet, then back to your cautious eyes. You were all right, you were okay and he was so relieved. He felt a weight drop from his chest, knowing you were in no certain danger but he always worried for you if he couldn’t see you, a consequence of everyone he cared for always getting hurt some way or another. Bruce felt what he could only describe as happiness, a feeling he only got with you, hit him full on like a train, smacking into his heart as his throat closed up.

He had missed you.

He had missed you a lot, more than he ever wanted to admit, but he would gladly do so for you. He had missed your pretty eyes and sweet voice, soft hands and smooth skin, and your voice, calming and rich like honeyed pastries. You were beautiful to him, so beautiful, and he couldn’t believe he had shown up here once more, that he would risk ever putting it in danger. But he had to come, he couldn’t take it anymore… and if his love for you was that perilous then his soul be damned.

He noticed the subtle way your face crumbled as your initial excitement died down, settled into pain and sadness and concern; your eyes running over the blood on him, wondering if it was his, really looking at him and realizing that he was really here, back on your fire escape. He couldn’t believe it himself, but here he was and he didn’t plan on leaving, not unless you ordered him to. You were nervous, eager to touch him, feel the suit under your palms like you used to, but you were also too stubborn to welcome him back into your home so easily, hurt once and not wanting to be hurt again. He understood that notion all too well.

Bruce felt an unfamiliar form of courage jolting through him, a type of courage so different from the one he used to fight criminals every night. This was a type of boldness that made him just want to grab your face and kiss you, hard, make up for all the lost time between you and spill all his confessions in the space between his lips and yours, make you taste the apology on his tongue. All he wanted was to be here again, here in your room; his nose was already filling up with the smell of vanilla bean and raspberry, his muscles relaxing instinctively at the sweet smell of it, knowing he was safe here. He wanted so badly to be here again, but now that he was he didn’t know what to do.

Bruce admitted that he was a little disappointed at your reaction to him, that you didn’t welcome him back in with open arms and gleeful smiles, kiss him and hug him and show him how much you missed him. But he knew that was too optimistic. He knew your antipathy was to be expected; he could only imagine the amount of hurt he’d put you through if it was anything compared to his own. He could only imagine how many nights you came home hoping he was there, waiting for you like he always did, how many days you kept looking at the clock, wishing it would hurry up and you could just go home already, how many days you hoped it would be different from the one before, how much hope he must’ve killed.

He felt horrible, regret and guilt spinning in his stomach as his muscles twitched, itching to touch you again; you were a drug coursing through his veins, and after two months of withdrawal he could say he was positively hooked once more. But, he knew he couldn’t just grab whatever part of you he liked like a greedy child in a toy store. He needed patience, he needed to wait for you to warm up to him on your own terms, no matter how long that took.

So, Bruce just stood on your fire escape with his hands holding the frame of the wall, blood and vanilla heavy on his nose as he stared at you, breathing hard but calm, waiting for you to make a move, any move or semblance of invitation.

Your eyes ran over the blood on him, the awkward silence deafening with all the unspoken words and yearning you both wanted so badly to address. Your eyes narrowed at the red spots and stripes on his suit and face, dripping off his gloves, worry shooting through your buzzing veins. You took a step back away from him in discontent, curious as to why he has suddenly appeared after so long away, eyes looking him over like the situation has really dawned on you. It had been weeks, two months even, since you’ve seen him, seen his black eyes and pointed ears, seen the vague Batman symbol on the chest piece of his suit.

Memories were coming back wave after wave at the sight of him, ones that wanted you to embrace him, ones that were gradually persuading you to give up this act and just be thankful he was here again, back to you. But you knew better than that, knew better than to just simply overlook a mistake as monumental as the one he made. You needed to have some damn pride.

Despite that…

Were you happy to see him? Yes, yes you really really were. You wanted him to just take off his mask and kiss you already, hell, you didn’t care if he left it on because you just wanted him to kiss you again. You wanted to feel his big arms around you once more and feel his warm palms on the dip in your back. Have him lift you up and smile into his kiss and say those magical words you yearned to hear. You could try to act tough all you wanted but at the end of the day you were still just a girl, a sad girl who wanted to be held by the man she missed so much… but your anger was still so present, lingering cold in your veins and greatly overpowering any positive emotions you had.

You wanted a damn good reason for why he did what he did.

“What are you doing here, Bruce? I thought you had moved on.” You licked your dry lips, crossing your arms and glaring at him with distaste and a false sense of confidence, a faux act of strength and apathy to cover up the real pain you felt. Your tone was anything but friendly, standoffish and disinterested, conveying the anger you felt almost perfectly; if it wasn’t for the waver in your voice and the glimmer in your eye you would even believe yourself.

You frowned at him, a cruel part of you hoping he was feeling any kind of hurt, any kind of hurt like the hurt you’ve felt. But at the same time, you just wanted so badly to hear that he came back for one reason and one reason alone. You. You wanted to hear him say that he missed you dearly, that he was so sorry for what he did and that he’d never do it again. If you heard that, then maybe, just maybe, you’d forgive him. No, you definitely would.

Bruce almost flinched at your tone, but knew it was well deserved. He looked at you with guilty eyes, like he’d committed the most heinous crime (which in his mind, he did), frown deep on his lips where a cut was on his skin, swallowing down the nerves in his throat at the look in your eyes.

A string of fear curled in his chest and made him nervous, made Batman nervous, a fear of being rejected, of him telling you how he really felt and you not reciprocating it. He couldn’t bear it, the uncertainty. But he was also afraid of hurting you any more than he already has, arguing with himself that he shouldn’t have come. But he was already here and he couldn’t leave now, couldn’t disappoint you any more than he already has. He looked up at you, his chest fluttering when he looked into your eyes.

“‘Could never move on from you…” Bruce grumbled in that deep voice of his, sounding pained and earnest and genuine, pulling at your heart like a trained harpist and making your eyes burn with brimming tears. He meant it, meant it more than you knew, staring at you with so much emotion in his eyes it almost scared you to see it; it was so unlike him to be so emotional, a part of you grateful that he trusted you enough to show it.

You felt a tingle on your skin when you looked back at him, a spark of joy peeking through the dark clouds around you. I could never move on from you…

Bruce’s dark eyes flickered between yours, gauging your reactions, intense and brooding as they always were. They bore into you like he was laying your soul bare in front of him, seeing deeper inside of you than you thought was possible. It made you feel flustered and agitated at being examined so fiercely. His voice, my god his voice, so soft but so gravelly, made you flustered, especially hearing it again after so many weeks of going without it. It washed over your skin like a warm blanket and made goosebumps pop up on your arms, a chill going through your spine that made your heart spike. You were trying so hard to fight it, fight that feeling inside of you that wanted him so badly.

You almost scoffed at his proclamation, looking at him offended, almost too theatrically, too rehearsed.

“Well it seems like you did, so.” You shrugged stubbornly, not knowing what else to say, really, not wanting to speak too much or else you’re afraid he’d hear the longing stutter in your voice. You shook your head incredulously and looked at the wall besides the window, where he stood outside in the cold air still. Secretly, you wanted to bring him inside already, bring him between your arms and hold him against your chest until he was one with you, unable to leave and bound to you forever, souls entwined and breaths shared. That may be a tad dramatic, but that’s what you felt; you knew he needed to cross that barrier on his own… you also knew that the moment he stepped back into your sacred space, the moment his heavy black boot stepped onto your wooden floor, you wouldn’t be able to keep your composure anymore, and you’d collapse in his arms like a dying bride.

Obviously, that couldn’t happen. You needed resistance, strength, a reason.

You couldn’t look at him, didn’t want him to see the tears welling in your eyes and the vulnerability staining your face. It was too embarrassing and too real; you didn’t want Bruce to see how easily you got worked up because of him. You didn’t want him to see all of you just yet, wanted him to feel guilty for what he did to you. He hadn’t even said much, just a single sentence, and you were already a desperate mess hiding under a false security. It was always so easy for him to get to you and you wished you were stronger for it.

Bruce knit his eyebrows at that, subtly shaking his head with a frown as his eyes still searched for yours. He wanted you to look at him, to see the honesty in his words and the sincerity in his blue eyes. He wanted you to see that he was hurting too, just as much as you.

“I didn’t… I just needed some time away… I needed to think.” He confessed vaguely, his voice gentle like he didn’t want to spook you, quiet but just loud enough for you to hear. Bruce always treated you like you were so fragile, a slippery glass vase between his clumsy hands. He never wanted to drop you, hurt you and watch you crumble into a million pieces… but he already did, and now he was trying to glue them all back together, put you back together, but only if you’d let him.

That was something you had come to appreciate about him; his gentleness, so opposite of the image he represented, what everyone believed him to be. He wasn’t just Batman, vengeful and harsh and dangerous. He wasn’t just bloody fists and sharp edges. He was incredibly genuine and tender, complex and multilayered; he was more than the bat, the symbol, the orphan, the millionaire. He was intricately sewn together with all different threads, and over the course of the year you and Bruce shared together you’ve managed to pluck and pull them all, see the warm center inside his cold shell.

Those were sides of him only you got to see, only you got to witness, only you got the privilege to marvel at and cherish. It might have been foolish to think, and you certainly think so now, but you had thought that made you special, that you were the only one he trusted enough, cared for enough, to show that side to… that there was more affection sizzling between you than you both wanted to say… but that just made it hurt so much more when he left, it just convinced you that you were too gullible for love, too naive to tell the difference between love and infatuation. When he left, he made you feel stupid.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his response, your face twisting into an anger Bruce didn’t want to see. Your eyes flashed to him immediately, burning and piercing and blazing, his words bouncing around in your head like a twisted game of racquetball. To think? He left, for months, because he needed to think? It sounded so phony, a simple excuse to disguise the truth, a simple excuse that only angered your unspoken pain.

“To think? To think about what? You’ve been gone for weeks, Bruce! You just left, didn’t tell me anything, didn’t tell me why, but now you’re telling me it’s because you had to think? That sounds ridiculous. I think I deserve a better explanation than, you had to think.” You mocked him, scoffing in his face. You were frustrated and lonely, wanting, deserving, a better reason to justify the pain you went through when he left. You couldn’t believe he couldn’t at least grant you that, a credible reason why.

Bruce grimaced, eyes closing like the sting of your words had just stung him. He slouched, frustrated that he couldn’t seem to get the words out that he wanted to. They were stuck in his throat, itching his tongue and wanting so badly to get out, but he was mute, could only try to explain himself. Besides, there were no words to express just how sorry he was, but he knew how right you were. You were always right. You did deserve more than that, you deserved a better explanation.

Bruce swallowed down his dry throat, clenching his jaw as he looked back up at you, aching to step through the threshold of the window and grab your face between his broken hands and kiss your tears away. He felt hot coils of guilt and regret wrap around his heart and squeeze, his chest collapsing in on itself.

“I-I know how it sounds, but it’s the truth. I needed to think… and to do that I had to leave. I just needed to understand why.” He spoke raspy, voice gritted with anguish and sincerity, looking at you with such desperation it made your foot itch to step towards him, made your heart yearn to comfort him. He was downright pitiful, fingers holding onto the brick so hard it could crumble under his strength. He was slouched down, looking up at you with sunken eyes, begging and pleading without an ounce of shame.

You stared back at him, clenching your jaw so hard your teeth hurt. God, you really did just want to hold him again, kiss him again… the need was too much, burning inside you and crawling under your skin. You had your hands crossed over your chest like you were physically trying to hold yourself back, like you were trying to protect yourself against his woeful whims of persuasion.

You frowned at his statement, the rational part of your brain that was still logical and loyal to you making you want to question him more, learn more, find out more. Your shoulders slumped as you looked back at him confused, lips pulled in a frown.

“Why what? Think about what? Can you stop being so vague!” You said exasperated, wishing he would just say what he meant and stop being so damn secretive all the time. Especially now, especially here. He was the one who showed up here after all this time and now he was trying to just sneak by with it. You refused to let him, forced him to confront his own dilemma. You couldn’t see it any other way, blinded by your own rose colored rage that needed an explanation.

Bruce grit his teeth, working up the nerve to answer you as he looked down at your feet, looking physically pained. He wanted to tell you why, he wanted to tell you why so badly, but just as soon as he wanted to say it he was found at a loss for words, struck with that same fear again that made his words stutter. That same fear of being rejected, ridiculed, that fear of putting his heart on his sleeve and having you pierce it with a silver dagger. He was Batman, the shadow of shadows who dealt with worse pain than you could ever imagine. He’s been shot, stabbed, cut up, pushed out of a window, and any other horror you could ever imagine but somehow… none of that hurt would ever compare to the pain caused by your rejection.

You had the power to destroy him and you didn’t even know it. You didn’t know how much of him you carried with you, how easily you could make him fall. Against Gotham he was the Dark Knight, relentless, strong and menacing, capable of things you didn’t want to think about. Against you… he was nothing, powerless, a twig in your hand you could crush without a thought. He was weak against your beauteous thrall and he just wished he could’ve admitted that to himself so much sooner.

Bruce felt his heart constrict, his palms suddenly clammy and his throat suddenly dry; he swallowed roughly. His own heart pounded in his ears, beating under his hot skin, the reality of what he was about to say hitting him full force and he felt like he could pass out, right here on your fire escape, light headed and heavy chested.

He let out a big breath through his nose, gripping the wall between his bloody gloved hands, mustering up the confidence he needed and pushing his fear down, down and deep so it couldn’t be acknowledged anymore. He smothered his insecurities and doubts like a candle wick, clenched his jaw and cleared the smoke from his mind. Bruce looked up at you, eyes glimmering like fire light as they looked over your form once more. He looked up from your socks and your feet, up to your smooth legs and pink nightgown, up to your face, where he focused intently on your lips and nose and eyes.

You looked back at him, where he was staring at you with a type of ferocity and intensity it had your breath stuck in your throat, chills going down your spine.

“…Why I was in love with you.”

You swore your heart stopped.

╰✦･ﾟ✵ 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈: how it all fell together 𓂃⊹

⋆˙⟡♡ Of course, you loved him back, and Bruce couldn’t have been happier about it. But, during the actual relationship he was very much still the same, but you could see that he was trying to be closer to you, it was just hard for him. You helped him, made him feel not so scared.

⋆˙⟡♡ You were patient with him, never judged or pushed him to do things you knew he had a hard time doing. He always wanted to talk to you about his parents but he would stop himself before he went in depth about it. That was something he needed time with, and you understood it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always doing small things for you that you probably wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t so focused on him. He would always smooth out your pillows for you, make you breakfast and be shy that he made something you didn’t like, he would even blow out your candle for you if you ever left it lit. He would give you small gifts, sometimes expensive, a bracelet or a necklace, a set of earrings his mother adored. You loved them all.

⋆˙⟡♡ You had to buy him those vanilla bean and raspberry candles you had. He set them up around his home because the smell reminded him of you and your house, his safe space.

⋆˙⟡♡ He still didn’t like to talk, but he loved to listen. He’d ask questions that were deeply intimate and personal because he wanted to know everything about you. He’d apologize for prodding but he really had no shame about it. He wanted to know you more, learn everything.

⋆˙⟡♡ He loved holding you in his sleep, you made his nightmares go away and made him feel less lonely. He would still flinch sometimes, keep his hands at appropriate distances away from your precious parts. He was a gentleman, that was for sure.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t sleep a lot still, so he’d always stare at you when you slept, brush his hand on your cheek when he’d leave in his Batman suit for the night. He hated leaving you, but knew he had responsibilities to his city he couldn’t abandon.

⋆˙⟡♡ He introduced you to Alfred, rather, Alfred went to clean up Bruce’s room early in the morning and found you two in a rather compromising position. He just chuckled and walked out while Bruce awkwardly scrambled to compose himself. You were mortified.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce liked to draw you a lot, most of the time from memory when he was bored on a late night, sitting on a rooftop with charcoal scratching on ripped paper. He didn’t show them to you, but you found them anyway.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce was soft, gentle with you, but sex was a different story, just depended on his day. Most of the time he was sweet, making up for leaving you and hurting you. He always carried so much guilt about it, even when you told him you were over it and understood why he did it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He didn’t come out with you as a couple to the press, as Bruce Wayne. He didn’t want them to badger you and question you, make you feel uncomfortable. He came to you a lot, his house was always under constant scrutiny from the public.

⋆˙⟡♡ He threatened your boss when you refused to quit your job. It was late, he was Batman, and your boss just so happened to walk past him. Bruce threw him against the wall with promises of pain if he didn’t treat you right. You had a sneaky suspicion your boyfriend had something to do with your now positive work atmosphere and sudden raise, but decided not to question him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was always touching you, or kissing you, hesitant to show outright affection so he was subtle when he did it. A hand on your lower back, hovering over your jacket or gently pressing into it. A hand on your arm, a peck on your forehead, a kiss to your cheek when you’d fall asleep.

⋆˙⟡♡ He told you he loved you every night, rarely ever during the day. It was in his bed or yours, when it was silent and cozy, he’d whisper it in your hair or against your skin, and you’d smile and tell him the same.

⋆˙⟡♡ You never expected anything from him besides his love, but he always felt like he owed you something, grateful that you gave him this chance to be with you despite what he did.

⋆˙⟡♡ He was constantly worried about you, on edge when you would be out by yourself or come home later than usual on the nights he couldn’t see you. He would always think the worst, think you were dead and he was too late, someone found him out and was using you to blackmail him. All the worst scenarios to prepare himself for the worst outcomes.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce is constantly having negative intrusive thoughts. You’ll leave him, he doesn’t deserve you, he should’ve stayed gone. He’ll go quiet and try to isolate himself when that happens, so you always try and support him and reassure him in any way you can.

⋆˙⟡♡ He still has such a hard time being vulnerable and talking about his past, but he tries with you. He’ll get tongue tied sometimes or a sentence will drift off before he can finish it, but he’ll try.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce is always so busy he forgets to eat. You’ll constantly remind him food is good for you. So, some days he’ll go eating nothing at all, despite you and Alfred’s insistence. But when he does, it’s a big feast Alfred prepares for him.

⋆˙⟡♡ He is very sweet, a complete gentleman. He has the best manners. He always says his pleases and his thank yous. He’ll follow a question with, when you have a chance, if you can. With Alfred though he’ll be so distracted he’ll just walk away. He doesn’t mean to, just makes sure he’s extra gentle with you.

⋆˙⟡♡ He likes black and white films to play in the background when he’s not doing anything. Or slow, almost gothic music to really set the tone. He’s emo like that and I just know it.

⋆˙⟡♡ He goes to Alfred a lot for relationship advice, scared he’ll mess up and you’ll leave him. He wants to avoid making mistakes with you, so he’ll ask for help or reassurance on what to do.

⋆˙⟡♡ Bruce has a tendency to ignore any problem until it goes away, especially to avoid a fight with you. He’s confrontational when it comes to you, so he’ll let you have your way a lot of the time. He doesn’t like to fight with you.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Bruce was sweet and shy, always making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. He never judged you when you’d tell him your stories or your past, he never accused you of things, and he never raised his voice at you when things would get frustrating. He loved you too much, appreciated you too much. You had no idea how happy you made him even if his face didn’t show it.

He was still wary, scared you’ll leave him, scared one of his enemies will find you out and take you away from him. But he was always there, watching and protecting, hiding in the shadows, being the shadow, on the nights you didn’t know. He may have been Gotham’s protector, but he was also yours.

He loved you and was grateful for you, so grateful he met you when he did and that you trusted him enough to let him see every lovely part of you. He vowed to protect you, to cherish you, and he made good on that promise. Even going as far as to blow out your candle every day before you’d leave for work. Couldn’t have you burning your house down, now could he?

Honestly, I could go on and on about this man so I think I have to end this here. But thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed, especially @diavolosbaby who requested this. I really hope you like it, and if you’re not satisfied or I didn’t answer your ask correctly then don’t be afraid to tell me 💕💕 constructive criticism isn’t bad mmkay ☺️💕

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