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Could you write stealing clothing from (Bale) Bruce wayne headcanons please??

Stealing Bruce Wayne's (Bale) Clothes Headcanons

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• Bruce would be speechless if he ever caught you wearing his clothes without telling him beforehand. It would certainly be in a good way, though. It entices him and he approves of it fully, especially if his clothes end up being massively oversized on you due to how large he is and much he works out.

• He would be more than happy for it to happen often, and wouldn’t do anything to stop you. He loves the fact that you’re comfortable enough to wear his clothes, especially as he hasn’t had many people want to be close with him like that in a genuine way. The more you wear his clothes the better.

• Having others see you wearing his clothes wouldn’t bother him in slightest, as long as you aren’t uncomfortable by it. Someone simply being around his home while you wear one of his shirts makes him feel closer to you, and warms him inside knowing that you’re willing to be public about your affection toward him, even if it is just a small simple gesture.

• If Bruce ever felt like he was going through too many of his clothes, or you were simply taking his favourite pieces all the time, he would then buy more to make sure he always had enough around for the both of you. He doesn’t want you to wear his clothes less and if that means having duplicates of his favourite clothes just so you can both wear them then he’s more than fine with that. And it’s not as though he can’t afford to do so.

• Seeing you wear his shirts to bed make things even more intimate, and you probably find them more comfortable than wearing normal nightwear. You can always be sure that his clothes are well made and breathable meaning you won’t feel restricted in them, and due to the size of his shirts they’ll cover you well. Despite him sleeping shirtless most nights, he finds you sleeping in his clothes quite endearing.

• Bruce finds the sight of you wearing his clothes incredibly attractive, and it’ll probably be the cause of him initiating intimacy more often when he has the time to. You’re adorable and sexy at the same time, so depending on whether you want an intimate or relaxing time with him he’ll be more than willing for either.

• He will always encourage you to wear his clothes more often and will even start to consult you about the clothes he buys before he decides on them to see what you think about them and weather you would like to wear them too. He may even go out of his way to wear his clothes for a short period of time before handing them over to you if you prefer to wear them with the smell of him on them, or will let you use his cologne to make the shirts smell more like him when he’s away for a while.

• When you have decided on your favourite pieces of clothes to wear of his, then he’ll start to form emotional attachments to those specific pieces. He becomes associated with you through the clothes you’ve chosen and is reminded of you every time he picks out his clothes for the day by seeing each of those clothing items. If you’re ever separated for a while he’ll take some of these with him as a reminder of you and may even hope to see you wearing them again once he gets back.

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DAY FOUR: christian bale x f!reader

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• summary: it is the third movie you and chris playing together in, and it is last time he can hide his love for you. | wc: 1.5k | tags&warnings: fluff, kissing, confessing, touching, gentle!bale, reader is kind of a brat, co-workers, friends to lovers, young-adult!bale, mentions of a little nsfw content, short. [also, so so sorry for waiting for the ‘week’ thing but I had three important tests to take and I had to study :/ but now, I have no test left so, I’m back and the other works will be on soon! Enjoy. ^^]

“Isn’t it amazing that we can work together once again?” You ask, not trying to get an answer but just pointing the fact you think of while waiting for the next scene to be filmed. Chris only nods, something isn’t right with him but you guess it is because he has a remarkable role in the movie, requiring great deal of attention and focus, and you know very well how he wants to show his best every time. You admire his hard-working. He is like a model for you – also, a dear friend.

Maybe you want to become more than a dear friend but you are afraid how he will react, so, you let it go, only focusing on the friendship you two have – a beautiful friendship; he loves making you happy, you like seeing him in peace thanks to your presence, support and fun kisses on the cheeks. You think whether it makes him feel awkward with these kisses even though he never complains. It is just a thing you both share like the sharing of food, memories, smiles, cries and even the bed –in the nights – and sometimes daylights too – when the air fills up with sadness, happiness, exciting – oh, you think inside, maybe we share a lot.

“Hey,” You hear his voice. Coming to your senses – back to reality, you wink a few times, looking up to see Bale kneeling to the front, his gazes on your face, wondering what make you daydream for a moment. “Are you okay?” He asks and you can see concern in his face expression, making you want to just grip his cheeks, caress them and saying how much you realize you love him, especially after the memories you share with him come to your mind. However, you can’t. So, with a sad smile on your face, you nod, not caring whether he can tell the truth behind your smile.

Putting a childish kiss on his nose, you say, “Better than okay!”

The moment he is about to ask another question, his personal assistant comes, saying that the screen is about to start to both of you. Nodding to her, you get up as Bale straightens his posture, hands on his pockets.

Hugging him from the arm, you giggle with excitement. Pulling him with you, you say, “I am so excited! In this scene, I will throw a glass to you.”

“I didn’t think you like violence.” He remarks, one of his hand positions on yours – a true gentleman who makes your heart go weak in a second.

“I am not,” Turning to him, to tease, you chuckle. “Well, if it is outside the bed.”

He stops in his track for a moment before coughing in fake, staring to walk again. As you look at his side profile – a perfect sight to see with his sharp jaw, freshly trimmed beard, short hair – you wait him to be shy like always because being such a brat, you like to make him shy and blushing but not today, apparently, not today. He smirks instead of showing any sight of shyness, telling you to be more sensible – he just smirks, turning to your face, making you look at another way to hide your heat rushing to your face. Kneeling, his hot breaths find your ear, whispering dangerously, “What a nasty girl!” He chuckles lowly – you are already weak on the knees. “Maybe you just need a good lesson to understand why you shouldn’t talk in public so openly like this.”

When the director calls for him from the other side of the room, he is about to touch your chin. Nodding to himself, he lets you go after saying, “Don’t worry, I will teach it properly this time.”

You feel like he is finally let his inner voice to take actions instead of his logical side. You chuckle, taking your place on the room, still feeling drunk, and avoiding gazes from Bale. He is sure something else today.

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“Then, he was right behind me! Can you imagine?” One of my co-workers says with a chuckle, playing with her hair, and telling a story about the director. Chuckling, I nod to her.

After the end of today’s scenes, everybody agreed on taking a break time, having a little fun in one of actors’ house. So, here you are, standing beside the window, a drink on your hand, a black dress covers your body. It was a choice of your personal assistant after she found out that you liked Bale and he was going to attend as well. She said how you looked gorgeous in the dress, getting you all blushing, thinking how Bale would react.

This thought on your mind, you turn to other side of the room, trying to find where Bale is right now in a crowded place like this one is but when you are about to give up, you see him; he looks so humble and gentle with the black suit on him while entering the room. You look at him from head to toe, no shame behind your gazes but you don’t care, not when his gazes find yours, only focusing on you and making his way to you slowly. You nearly become breathless at the sight. Feeling brave enough to make an attempt like he is doing, you turn and say your co-worker goodbye, approaching to Bale faster than he does.

Finally, meeting in the middle, you say after an awkward long silence in which you look into his beautiful eyes and he does the same for you, “Hi.”

He chuckles in a low tone, “Hi,” He takes your hand in his, putting a kiss on the head of it. You would hate it when other men do it but when he does it – oh, how it feels so right and magical when he does it. “Gorgeous.”

Smiling widely, you roll your eyes, taking back your hand from his slowly only to put it on his shoulder, making him tense but you get it is a good sign since his smile grow bigger, closing the gap between your bodies further, causing you to forget what you would say for a moment. He smells so good – he looks so good – everything about him is near to perfection.

“Don’t look too much or you will fall hard for me.” You tease him, winking and when you take a sip from your drink, you feel his one hand find your waist, pulling you closer until his lips touching your ear, hot breaths hitting your neck. Heat rising inside of your body as well as outside and you only stare at his beautiful blue eyes.

“You should warm me sooner,” He smirks, not a playboy type of smirk – just, showing how he knows his effects on you now. “I already have fallen for you – hard.”

“Chris –“ You try to say, try to comprehend what he really means by that. “So, you say –“ You can’t find yourself powerful enough to say it aloud but Chris is there for you. He knows you better than you know yourself.

So, when he takes your hand on his, not caring about other people on the room, you follow him because you always will follow him no matter what.

Entering in an empty room, he reaches to his balcony, still holding your hand – tighter than before, giving you goosebumps. He turns around to see you clearly under the light of the moon and garden’s white lights.

“Yes, I say it.” He says, and you trying to make his words since your mind is overflowed by the sudden emotions he is causing.

“What?” You ask once more, wanting to hear it aloud – wanting him to admit it while using his words.

He chuckles once more – oh, he is surely happy right now and you are the same. Putting both of his on your waist, he pulls you to himself, making his chest hitting yours. “I love you,” He says and you believe you would fall into the ground if he didn’t hold you like this. He takes your hand, putting it on his chest where his heart remains. “I love you so deeply that I can no longer hide it.”

Taking deep breaths, you firstly understand his words – already having effects on you; chest rising and falling, hands getting sweaty and face has a stupid smile on – then, you close your eyes, and open them only to see that he is real. This make him smile, shaking his head. “I am real.”

“But, I need to do something to believe it, Chris.” You say.

His one eyebrow rises and you take action without waiting for him to speak; your lips find his, his taste flows into yours, a hand on his collar to pull him closer and other one enters into his short hair. He, on the other hand, nearly moans lowly into the kiss you share right now, hands on your waist getting tighter, hugging you strongly.

You know from this day everything will change between you – the relationship you have but you have no fear, not when he kisses you so deeply, passionately and holding you close. You wonder how he both is your weakness and strength. However, your mind can’t make any judgement since it only focuses on him – breaking the kiss for a moment before he adds, “I love you.” once again and you giggle.

“I love you too handsome.”

The end. 💌

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Title: Having Relations

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne x Female Reader

Warning(s): SMUT!!! MINORS DNI! 18+ only!

One of my first smuts, please don’t hate 😭

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It was quiet throughout Wayne Manor, not a single sound could be heard through the home. Damian, Tim, Dick and Jason were hanging out with friends. Alfred was out for the weekend, and that left you and Bruce all alone.

Lately, the two of you have been too busy to spend time together, let alone it being ‘alone time’. That’s why you’re upstairs doing your hair and makeup. At this point, you look like you could be on the cover of Playboy. Your hair was curled in big curls, and your makeup looked like it had been done by a professional.

You fixed the last few strands of hair, and put on a little bit of Bruce’s favorite color of lipstick. You puckered at the mirror, and looked at yourself.

You were wearing a black push-up bra and a pair of black panties. Then you put on a silk robe to cover up with, until you went down to Bruce’s study. A black pair of loubotin heels tied the entire outfit together. As you were walking out the door, you remembered how much Bruce loved Ralph Lauren’s Romance perfume on you.

Quickly you sprayed it all over and dabbed it onto your wrists and neck. After you gave one last look in the mirror, you walked down the long stair case. Before you walked into the study, you adjusted your breasts so they were perky and held up just enough.

You peered around the doorway, and Bruce was sitting at his desk with his reading glasses on. He was sipping on some bourbon, and his attention was completely devoted to whatever paperwork he was looking at.

When Bruce didn’t notice you, you walked up behind him and laid your head on his back. “Hey, doll.” He said quietly, and you breathed in his scent.

“Need a refill?” You asked, and he held up the glass. “Yes. That would be great.” He replied, and you walked over to the liquor cabinet.

Slowly, you poured the liquid into the glass with ice. You walked back behind Bruce, and handed him the glass. He mumbled a quiet: ‘thank you’, and not once did he look back.

You walked over to the front of his desk and stood there, waiting for him to notice. Once he looked up, you smiled. Bruce took his glasses off, “Already going to bed, darling?” He asked, and you shook your head.

Biting your bottom lip, you untied the silk robe, and let it slide down your *almost* naked body. Bruce smiled, “What are you doing?” He asked, and you sat down on the couch in front of him.

You spread your legs just a little bit so he could a glimpse of what he had been missing. Bruce’s cheeks turned red, “The boys and Alfred are all going to be gone for a while. So I figured we could have fun.” You said as you played with your bra strap. “We could have fun like we use to, Mr. Wayne…”

After you said that, Bruce’s eyes darkened. He sat his glasses down, and stood up from his chair. Slowly, he made his way over to you, but you stood up to meet him halfway. His eyes scanned your entire body, “You’re so sexy, Mrs.Wayne.” He whispered as his hand caressed your cheek.

Bruce titled your jaw back so he could kiss your lips. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, and he grabbed your ass. When you let out a gasp, he pushed his tongue into your mouth. He brought his hand down to your neck, and his hand gently rested there.

His other hand cupped your cheek, and his thumb ran over your bottom lip. “You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes.

“I need you Bruce.” You whispered back and his hands slowly dragged your bra straps down your shoulders, revealing your breasts.

Bruce gently pinched your nipple, and began kissing you from your chin, to your neck, and all the way down to the middle of your chest. He made his way down to your navel, and now he was where your panties were.

You breathing was shaky, and he looked up at you. “You smell so good, Y/N. Are you wearing that perfume I got you?” He asked, and you nodded.

“Good girl.” He whispered, as he pulled down your panties, revealing your wet pussy. The cold air made you gasp, and Bruce didn’t waste a minute. He had you pushed down onto to the couch and spread your legs, and placed them over his shoulders.

His fingers ran through your wet slit, “Already so wet for me, Mrs. Wayne.” His tongue delved straight in. Bruce sucked on your clit, making you jump, but his hands held down your hips.

His tongue lapped up all of your juices; he moaned as he ate you out. “So delicious, baby.” He said before going back to work.

You were so close to coming, but you pulled him up to your lips. You could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, but you were ready for him.

Next thing you knew, Bruce was on top of you. But you took control and flipped him over. He smiled at your dominance, “Are you taking control baby?” He asked.

All you could do was smile. You tore open his shirt revealing his toned abs; you sunk to your knees on the floor. You licked from his chest down to abs, leaving hickies on the way down.

Bruce began to unbuckle his pants, revealing the thick line from his cock. You were already drooling, at the outline of his cock, so you took it upon yourself to reach into his pants and pull it out.

Precum was already dripping from his tip. Before you could get your mouth around him, Bruce pulled you up, “No, I want to feel you.” He pulled you up onto his lap, and you aligned yourself with his thick cock.

You gently started to lower yourself onto him, and Bruce let out a groan. “You feel so good, baby.” After a few minutes of riding him, Bruce flipped you down on your stomach, and began to fuck you from behind.

He gave your ass a slap, leaving a red hand print. The sounds of skin slapping together filled the entire room. You moaned with every thrust, and it encouraged Bruce to keep going.

His thumb rubbed your clit, and you were a moaning mess. “I’m about to cum…” you whined and Bruce stopped.

“Not yet princess.” He said and he flipped you onto your back. “What a pretty pussy…” he said before pushing his cock back into you.

You couldn’t hold it back any longer, your juices coated his cock, and you finally released all over him. Bruce groaned as he came all inside you, coating your insides.

Bruce pulled out of you, and grabbed the blanket lying across the couch. He covered your naked body and laid down next to you. “We need to make more time for this.” He said and you laughed.

“How about every weekend?” You asked, and he looked over and smiled at you. “Do you have it in you to go another round?” He asked, and you smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to his lips. “We better hurry before the-”

“Mom? Father? We’re home!” You heard Damian call out and you rested your head on Bruce’s shoulder. He caressed your shoulder, “It’s not too late to jump out the window and go get in the Benz, and go rent a hotel room.” He said, and footsteps approached the study.

“Boys, don’t come in—-”

Damian flung the door open, “Mom, Dad, Jason is a complete and total— why are you guys laying like that? Why are there clothes all over the floor? Are you guys okay?”

Jason walked in after him and covered his eyes, “OH MY GOD! DAMIAN, THEY’RE HAVING RELATIONS YOU MORON!”

Damian turned pale, “Oh…oh my…” he covered his eyes, and turned to run. But he ran into the wall next to the door, knocking himself out.

“Damian!” You sat up with the blanket wrapped around your body.

Jason grabbed Damian by the arm and dragged him out of the room. The door slammed behind them, and you looked down at Bruce. “I think we scarred Damian…” you whispered and Bruce chuckled.

“He needs to learn how to knock.”

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I hope you guys enjoyed this… this was one of my first times writing smut, so please don’t hate on it too much. ☠️😂

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hip to be square.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: themes similar to the movie | allusions to violence and murder | sexual content | sexism | fiancée!reader | dumbification | degradation | rough sex | anal play references | anal fisting reference | drug references | allusions to asphyxiation.

“You’ve worked up quite a sweat.” PATRICK BATEMAN notes in thinly veiled repulsion. Those cruel hands on your hips restrain themselves, and you can feel that tension against you. Instead, he pours his ample strength into yanking you back on him, choked sounds emit from your gaping mouth. In a way, this is an obligation, he can't really enjoy the way your cunt squeezes him, or how his thumbs fit those perfect back dimples—not in the way he wants to. If it were up to him, he'd squeeze the life out of you while he screwed those lifeless brains to pieces. Finally a bitch like you would be put to good use, eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen grows black dots in your vision. You'd claw at his grip around your neck, easing in to crushing your windpipe, the light would die as he watched, and he wouldn't even falter in his pace. Those hips would still be fucking you, like he is now.

Hard and rough, it hurts. Abusing your cervix as you're bent over the perfect white covers of his California King. You bounce on him like you want more, but in reality you're limp as he directs your body the way he wants it to move. An irrefutable force against you that you are powerless to soothe, unbeknownst to you your only line of defense to protect you from his wrath is the ring on your finger.

You're engaged to him.

In his eyes it was an unavoidable tragedy. All his friends are your friends, you live in his area, and you're a ten minute commute from work. If he's looking to blow off steam during lunch, he'll pop in for a visit and use you up with a pillow covering your head. You don't catch on to the fact he doesn't want to look at you while he ravages you, never question why he insists on hitting it from the back if he can help it. It aids that you've got a nice ass, plump and round and fits in his palms when he handles it. When you aren't being a priss, sometimes you'll let him slip a finger into your asshole. At one point he managed to convince you to let him fist you, but he'd slipped you one to many things that night, narrowly avoiding a messy emergency room visit. There was no way he was going to wait up for you in such a place so late at night. What would he have told everybody? That his fiancée was some junkie? Absolutely not.

Nails dig into your skin at the memory, the salt of sweat burning that raw that makes you mewl. He steels himself from demanding you shut up, instead assuaging the urge by smacking your hand away when you reach back to hold his in a petty attempt to get him to let up. Cruelly, he drills you. Those pathetic noises release in pain, you don't even sound human. "What are you to me?" he spits, looming over your little body as his every muscle contracts fucking into you at a reckless pace. You're sore from his weight, but you can't do a thing about it when being treated like shit never felt so good. A ring of cream foams at his base, taken from you as your cunt confuses punishment for desperation, your expression twisting so hard you'll get wrinkles early. He'll have to divorce you before that happens, otherwise people will think him vain. "Answer me, you idiot, you're supposed to answer me."

Somehow, you don't notice how he's talking to you. How it's different than the cold and distant nature you're accustomed to in public. "Nothing." you breathe out. "I'm nothing." You chase whatever you can get your hands on, scrambling for whatever stupid response you can muster in this state. Apparently, it pleases him, a sea of moans flowing out through his deep voice as he satiates himself using you like a sock with your name on it in his room.

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Hi hi! For the prompts can you do 10 and 14 with Christian bales Bruce Wayne?

Prompt: chaotic married life w kids + domestic fluff

Words: 2k

Thank you sm for this req it’s so cute

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Marriage tends to change people is a superficial analysis of growing together but children sure do change routines. Especially morning routines where chaos is an understatement. Raising a child requires a village but for twins a whole army might just suffice. Vincent and William. A very pleasant blessing of two little boys in the Wayne household. However Bruce and y/n were subjected to consider just how much of peace was the cost of that blessing.

Their twins were such serene babies, toddler phase was a transition to literal devils during grade school. Getting them to do home work, go to school, eat the greens, not unleash hell…such difficult tasks.

Today like every other school morning, the parents had divided to bathe the twins in different bathrooms. When they were much younger and playful as babies bathing them in the giant bathtub where they’d just play with soap bubbles and those Amazon find bath toys was a cute activity. Nowadays, on Sundays sometimes they’d just hose them down in the garden and call it a day. It was so much more convenient for the parents and even the twins who absolutely despised bathing. Y/n bathed the older twin Vincent in the bathroom which was upstairs, Bruce downstairs with William who was a bad influence of his brother to not bathe and Alfred preparing breakfast and lunch boxes.

“Bruce!” Y/n voice shrieked from upstairs followed by a whiny cry from Vincent and he rushed to inquire, finding his wife looking for the sink holding her eyes shut.

“What happened here…?” Bruce asked as stepped inside and was immediately attacked by a plastic bottle Vincent could get his hands on as he moved frantically in the bathtub. Bruce dodged it with dad reflex thankfully.

“There’s shampoo in our eyes” Y/n briefed him and pointed at their son to go help him given she could assist herself with the sink water.

Vincent was just moving frantically in the shallow bath water shaking his head and hands splashing the water “Do something!” The boy demanded with a shrill cry.

“ Vin, calm down” Bruce urged as he bent on his knees to the bath level and held some of the running water in his hands to pour into his shampoo hurting eyes but he’d just squeezed them shut. “Open your eyes”

“I can’t! They hurt!” The boy whined and splashed the water very disruptively it went all over Bruce’s face.

“Breathe, you’re alright just breathe…open your eyes.” Bruce soothed anyways as he helped Vincent soothe the hurt by sprinkling cleaner water again, “why were you shampooing him anyways? We literally have school in an hour”

“I wasn’t but someone keeps on changing the bottles with soap and shampoo again and again” Y/n replied scoffing in obviousness as she air dried her eyes, it was Bruce who colour coded them like that in a different set of bottle at each refill. Washing hair of a seven year old who will fight a literal battle to resist it, will most definitely end up in a painful situation as such.

“It is literally so simple, white for soap and off white for shampoo” Bruce accounted for his way of arrangement as he dabbed his son’s eyes with towel, soothing his cries.

“We don’t have time to go into that discourse I’ll go pack lunch” Y/n said as she hurriedly wiped her own eyes.

“Oh Alfred’s on it…” Bruce informed her casually as Vincent’s eyes were normal again he opened them with a heavy sigh.

“Oh man I’m never using shampoo again.” The boy said dramatically and received a disapproving shake of head from his dad.

“Wait then who’s with Will?” Y/n asked about their younger twin William, whose morning crankiness were much worse.

“Uh” Bruce paused realising he’d not considered that as he’d rushed to his wife’s call for help “He was brushing his teeth”

“Alright he’s most definitely asleep again.” She sighed composing herself, leaving Vincent to get out of bath and dressed for his dad she rushed downstairs. As expected, William was fast asleep on the marble sink leaning against the wall with his legs dangling down the sink, ever since the kids learned to climb places no surface was unreachable. “Willy!” Y/n exclaimed as she carried him down the sink “William wake up come on we’ve to go to school!” She exclaimed and brushed his teeth for him hurriedly as he mumbled something about not wanting to go.

“I don’t want to…” will whined still half asleep not wanting to go because he still wanted to sleep. During vacations it was difficult to put him down to bed just absolute monkey activities all day long jumping here to there and during school days he couldn’t be bothered to brush his teeth even.

William tried to have a one sided debate about why he shouldn’t have to go to school and was eventually fully awake, much to y/n’s demise now she couldn’t manhandle and carry her son to brush his teeth and bath because now he was ready to have full sassy conversations. “You know I’m not getting in that right?” He said to his mum and gave the filling bathtub a disgusting look.

“We literally don’t have time for this please don’t bring-“ his mum started sighing as she foresaw the upcoming torment.

“What?” William said exaggerating his obviousness “I won’t be clean with gutter water”

“It’s not guttter water!” She tried to , despite being on the clock “Don’t believe everything you hear in school” she bent to her knees to match his eye level and try to convince him better “you know no ones want to sit with the kid who hasn’t bathed in 24 hours?”

“But didn’t you say people should like each other for who they are and their kindness and not what they dress and look like” Will responded smugly crossing his arms at his mum, well aware he was winning this debate so far.

Taking a deep breath to subside her annoyance of her own words biting her back, “No, that was for when you wanted to wear your ducky hat and those big kids made fun of you. Not for hygiene.”

“I don’t even know what that word means so…” he trailed off with a pout of correctness.

“Look, we’re going to be really late can you please cooperate.”

“I am awake, I brushed my teeth and I am talking to you that is enough operation on my part” William reasoned with his mom with a shrug.

“It’s cooperation.” She corrected him.

“It’s the same thing” William answered offering her mom a smile of encouragement, as if she did not know the word.

“No it’s not.” Y/n replied before she could continue Bruce’s knock on the open door averted their attention.

“He’s still not ready?” Bruce exclaimed in urgency.

“Vin?” Y/n asked about the status of the other twin as Bruce nodded and briefed her that he was with Alfred. Joint breakfast plus lunch box duties. Bruce stepped inside because clearly with his wife on his son’s eye level trying to convince him to shower seemed like she needed help.

“I literally don’t even have to go to school!” William exclaimed “I know each and every animal and I know that that water comes from sewage!” He said pointing to the bath water.

“For the hundredth time will, it doesn’t come from the sewage!” Bruce interjected with a sigh. “It’s very clean”

“So I can drink it?” William proposed raising brows at his parents.

“No” Y/n replied almost instantly, William was very fast to react she was worried he might actually try something “No you can’t drink it.”

“Why?” William demanded an answer with the hopes of his parents getting trapped in their own initial proponent that the water was not from sewage.

“Look I’m going to count to three if you don’t get in-“ Y/n began, as they were really on the clock she couldn’t reason ever so rationally.

“Hey hey no” Bruce interrupted his wife shaking his head, “We don’t do that, don’t threaten him. We have a civil conversation.”

“I’m not threatening him woah” she replied with a huff at his accusation.

“Count to three and what? Splash him?” Bruce asked somewhat wanting to have stern yet hostile approach to the kid.

“—Of course!”

“But I only have to bath if I have to go to school wight?” William enquired mispronouncing right for wight “what if I don’t? Can’t I just be homeschooled?! Dada was homeschooled.”

“Exactly, dada was homeschooled and he’s now a grown up who has no friends.” Y/n explained it to him rather unapologetically but not in a poking way to Bruce . “Do you want to be like that?”

“No that’s not true I have friends” Bruce jumped to his defence somewhat taken aback how casually his wife threw that one in, despite an apologetic smile she offered him.

“Name your two best friends then.” William investigated as he looked up at his dad with an anticipated look.

Bruce paused for a moment as he thought about it, he looked serious which made y/n wonder if he had any friends she hadn’t known of this entire time. His face seemed like he was trying to pick between his ever so large group of friends but he began, “Y/n and..” he trailed off thinking again but William had gotten his answer.

“Okay I understand now.” William said looking his mom, both of them shared a small laugh which Bruce didn’t exactly get on but at least William agreed to get in the bath.

-

Leaving Bruce to dress the boy y/n rushed outside to help Alfred with breakfast and lunch boxes, “hey hey hey” she rushed over to Alfred, where Vincent was clinging to the old man as piggy back. A very concerning sight given, not that he would fall but Alfred was rather old. “Get down from there!”

“It’s alright Miss Wayne.” Alfred said with a smile as Vincent just laughed getting favoured against his mum’s demand.

“No it’s not.” She shook her head carrying Vincent off of him and placed him on the dinning table chair, “They’re both getting way too heavy to carry.”

“I just can’t refuse them.” Alfred laughed a small laugh as he set the plates for breakfast.

“Well you should” Y/n said hurriedly as she rummaged through the cabinets to get the lunch boxes out, by then Bruce returned with a towel over will’s head. Once he sat him on the chair he rubbed his drenched hair hastily.

“No not my hair!” Vincent flinched with a scowl on his face when Bruce attempted to dry his hair as well.

“We’re late Vin, come on” Bruce refused to give into the whining at this point and dried Vincent’s hair anyways. He walked across the kitchen to help y/n reaching for the lunch box on the top shelf as she prepared one of those.

“Late?” Alfred asked as he registered the sentence “Late for what? It’s Sunday.”

“It’s Sunday today?!” Y/n asked as she turned around and her eyes winded.

“Yes.” Alfred nodded positively as he pointed to the calendar.

The parents just sighed relaxing their shoulders in regret, “wow” y/n chuckled softly as Bruce joined along comprehending his regret with the humour of it as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “I did not just bathe both of them on a Sunday.” She laughed as Bruce brought her into a side hug.

“You?” He raised a brow looking down at her.

“We” she corrected herself with a smile as she gave him with a soft peck on the lips.

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Simply Not There - Patrick Bateman X Female Reader

Title: Simply Not There

Patrick Bateman X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Paul (Mentioned) and Reader's friend (Mentioned)

WC: 3,088

Warnings: Suggestive themes (it's mentioned briefly), gore mentioned, murder mentioned, cursing, blood mentioned, American Psycho canon violence mentioned, The Shining storyline mentioned, slight angst, and fluff

You stood, leaned against the wall of Patrick's apartment, looking through the many movies he had above his TV. Raking your fingers against the thick cases of the VHS tapes, the tip of your finger paused on one movie, 'Body Double'. It was Patrick's favorite movie, one he spoke of a lot with you, or anyone who'd listen for that matter. It was an alright movie, you've watched it a couple of times whenever Patrick was watching it after a long day at work, or on the weekends. It was about a man who got fired and dumped by his girlfriend, and while house-sitting, he witnesses a murder from the house across from him; which then leads him to try and solve the case. You were pretty bored, Patrick being at work and all, so you wanted to do something. You could go out, maybe see a movie in theaters, but you didn't really feel like going out and being among people. Deciding not to watch the movie, you continued looking through Patrick's movies until you gave up on finding anything to watch in his collection; filled with suggestive thrillers, gory horror, and crime. 

Pushing off the wall, you walked to Patrick's bedroom, your socked feet slightly slipping on the floor as you practically dragged yourself into the room. Going over to the large bed, covered in crisp white sheets, you went to your side; where you usually stayed the night, and got down on your knees. Reaching under the bed, you pulled out a small bin. Since you lived in your own apartment, you didn't really need to keep much of anything at Patrick's apartment. Just a few spare clothes, your mug for your morning coffee, and other necessities, but not a lot. The one thing you made sure to bring after hanging out and spending time with Patrick, were your own movies. Not that you weren't alright with watching some of his movies from time to time, you enjoyed some of them, if not most; 'Scarface,' 'Blue City'... But you liked to watch your movies too. Flipping through the VHS boxes in the bin, you passed through such movies as 'The Dark Crystal,' 'Batman,' 'The Breakfast Club,' and 'The Princess Bride,' until you came across a movie that piqued your interest. 'The Shining.'

You didn't understand why Patrick didn't have this movie in his collection. It was dark, gory at times, a bit suggestive, with large dashes of psychological horror. You thought it'd be right up his alley, but it didn't really seem to be the case. After all, he didn't have it in his collection and always kept everything pristine and in order. Pushing the bin back under the bed, you stood up with the VHS case in your hand. Walking across the floor, you paused at the door. Looking back at the bed, you worried on your bottom lip, staring at Patrick's pillow. Your mind battled itself as you thought about the pros and cons of just stealing his pillow. You knew Patrick hated when you moved or really touched his things without asking him or letting him know. You understood that, you felt the same with some of your things. You knew he had some sort of OCD, aside from that he was a perfectionist; needed everything to be perfect all the time. So, stealing his pillow, from its rightful spot on his neatly made bed... Would probably irritate the hell out of him when he got home. But, the pros of this, stealing his pillow... Would be that you could cuddle with it, hold it while you sat on the couch watching your movie, and pretend he was with you as the smell of his expensive cologne engulfed you.

You were going to take that risk, whatever the risk was. Speeding over, you grabbed the pillow before heading back into the living room. Clutching the pillow under one arm, you could already smell Patrick's cologne as you took your movie out of the case and slid the VHS tape into the VHS player. Grabbing the remote, you fell onto the couch, wiggling around to get comfortable as you tucked your legs under yourself. You fast-forwarded the trailers for other movies and commercials before you began your movie; snuggling your back against the plush of the couch, pressed flush against it. Wrapping both arms around Patrick's pillow, you dug your face into it briefly, inhaling deeply. Letting out a content sigh, you closed your eyes, relaxing further into the couch, savoring the feeling before paying attention to your movie as the opening credits began. 

You didn't hear the sound of rattling keys or the door knob turning as Patrick entered his apartment. Immediately he paused, hearing the sound of his TV playing in the living room. Shutting the door, he slowly made his way into said room, quickly spotting you huddled on his couch, eyes glued to the TV in front of you. Patrick turned to the television, observing it briefly before turning his cold gaze back to you. You didn't hear him come in, he speculated, before making himself known.

"I didn't know you were coming over." He spoke up, monotonously, making you jolt from surprise. 

You turned to see Patrick, eyes wide with your hand over your heart; beating heavily against your ribcage as you let out a deep exhale. "Patty, you scared me." Patrick didn't say a thing, instead walking over to the side of the couch and peering over at you, his eyes quickly finding you clutching tightly onto his pillow. You noticed his gaze, looking down at the pillow and back up at the man. "I missed you." You gave him an explanation, your voice soft, as you watched him nervously. Not that you were scared of what he might do, but because you didn't want him to push you away. He tried once, but that didn't really work out for him. 

Wordlessly, Patrick walked over, staring down at you with his dark, almost soulless eyes, snatching the pillow out of your arms. You watched, your own self silent, as he walked off to supposedly his bedroom, before returning. You watched him as he then sat down beside you, his left arm wrapping onto the back of the couch behind you. You glanced up at him once more as he simply ignored you, his eyes finding themselves on the TV just as the elevator began to open and spill out gallons upon gallons of blood. You turned back to your movie, becoming more and more at ease as the movie continued, realizing that Patrick wasn't going to scold you and let you know that if you were anyone else, he would've killed you.

He did that sometimes. You knew he couldn't help it, the thoughts and the feelings he got after talking to someone. How he craved blood and hated when people made him feel inferior. Well, he didn't tell you that, but your extensive knowledge of psychology helped you figure that one out. He told you about the time at that bar with the bartender and that Paul guy from his work at Pierce & Pierce. He stopped talking about Paul a couple of months ago, and you had an eerie feeling that Patrick had done something. Something that, thankfully, hadn't been happening as frequently as it used to anymore. To your knowledge.

But you loved Patrick. Deeply. Under that mask he wore, yes, he was a bit shallow and maybe a bit greedy, but he could be charming when he wanted to be. You admired how calm he could be, how collected he could become. Aside from how attractive he was, and how stylish he was, you found him incredibly intelligent and determined. The more you spent time with him, the more you fell for him. The more your attraction turned into one of love. And there was nothing he could say or do could change that. Nothing others could say or do could change that either. 

Yes, many people in your life had tried to warn you about Patrick, before and even when you began dating. It started with your best friend, who said that they had a terrible feeling about the guy after you introduced them to Patrick. They said his eyes were dull, his polite inflection in his voice was dry, and his laugh was humorless, almost unnerving. They called him a sociopath. Unable to feel anything, or understand the feelings of others. From just one lunch date, you had no idea where they came up with that so fast, but you had figured that out about Patrick after the first week of dating. 

In the beginning, Patrick was pretty cold-hearted, not really caring much about you, and only himself. During dates at fancy restaurants, he'd talk about himself, and complain about the waitress or the wine. He even ordered for you a couple of times. And when the waitress asked if you and Patrick would like to hear about the specials, he replied, 'Not if you want to keep your spleen.' Though, when you thought that the date with Patrick was fruitless, minus his good looks and intelligence that had pulled you to him in the first place, he made a joke. 

He leaned back against the back of his seat, glancing around the room with a wide grin. He was talking about something, but you weren't fully paying attention, thinking about how vain and selfish he was before his next words gained your attention, "Even people who are good for nothing have the capacity to bring a smile to your face, like when you push them down the stairs." He said so simply, so easily as if he was saying something completely normal. As if that joke of his wasn't dark, grim. But that didn't stop you from cracking a smile, even letting out a small laugh. Patrick stared at you. His fake smile slipped into a confused frown as he wondered why you were laughing. Were you laughing at him? 

"That's pretty funny," You had said, now ignoring his vain and selfish nature and falling deep into his dark sense of humor. It intrigued you.

"What is so funny?" He had then asked, his voice a bit deeper as his mind raced with different scenarios in which to kill you. You had to have been laughing at him, right?

You could only shake your head slightly, swirling the wine glass in your hand, "That joke. I've always been a fan of those kinds of jokes. Dark jokes can be offensive to some, but to me, I find them rather... Refreshing." You took a sip of your red wine, your eyes staring right into his.

That's when Patrick knew that you were different. 

And different you were. A psychology major, a senior at Harvard. Your mind was as sharp as your tongue, constantly analyzing anything and everything. You weren't some air-head that he dealt with at his work, or even someone he felt he needed to kill for making him feel inferior, as said before. It was quite the opposite. For the first time in a very long time, Patrick liked someone. Slowly, very slowly, he began to enjoy your presence. You were smart, and Patrick felt as if he could actually have conversations with you. And only two months into your relationship did Patrick confess to you that he had these dark desires for spilling blood and coitus. And that didn't stop you from going on another date, and another, and another... Patrick was over the shock of how calm you were, how nonjudgmental you were. Like him, deep down, you were like him.

Life with Patrick almost became second nature to you. Every so often, you'd come over to his apartment, whether that meant to watch a movie, go out to eat, or spend the night in his bed; you enjoyed your time with him, and you could only hope he felt the same. You hoped he cared about you. Loved you as you loved him. The more you got to know Patrick, pushing through the mask he wore, the more and more you thought that maybe Patrick's interest in you wasn't love and more of an obsession. An obsession with you. The more Patrick grew interested in you, the more he wanted you. Though, you began to suspect the opposite the longer your relationship with the man continued. 

Sometimes you found Patrick staring at you when you were reading, cooking in his kitchen, or even sometimes when you woke up. But as fast as you catch him, he looks away as if he was never even looking at you in the first place; getting ready for the day with his routine or leaving the room. There was even a time when before you knew that he hated when you stole his clothes, that he gifted you a bottle of his cologne. Besides the clothes and the occasional simi-sentimental gifts, that cologne was your favorite thing Patrick had ever given you. You practically sprayed it on everything you owned.

Sometimes, even if you were both on the couch watching TV, his hand would end up in your hair. It would start off slow, his fingers just brushing the tips of your hair before gradually digging deeper into your locks, the tips of his fingers gently scratching your scalp. Though the soothing touch would leave once Patrick caught himself doing it. It was rare for it to happen, only happening when Patrick was too enthralled in whatever movie, so you cherished it whenever it did. You even called him 'Pattycakes' once. If he didn't care, he would've killed you for sure, but instead, he just told you not to call him that. So there were certain events that made you believe that Patrick really did care for you. It became clear that it was an obsession… With love sprinkled here and there.

Just like right now, sitting on his couch in front of the TV, watching 'The Shining.' Deep into the movie, you snapped out of your trance, feeling Patrick's hand land on your shoulder. You didn't even notice that he even scooted closer to you on the couch, his thigh brushing up against yours. You tried to pay attention to the movie once more, but you become hyper aware of his hand, his touch in general. You wanted so badly just to cuddle into his side. You looked up at him again, seeing him still staring at the screen, watching intently as Jack chased his wife around the hotel with an axe. He kept moving his hand, every now and then, rubbing circles on your upper shoulder. He didn't look at you. You couldn't tell if he knew what he was doing or not. 

Taking a chance, much like you did with his pillow, you leaned your head on his shoulder. You couldn't help but smile, feeling as he tensed before slowly relaxing. Nearing the end of the movie, the hand on your shoulder moved up to your neck and began massaging your skin softly, pulling you close to him. You felt yourself leaning into his touch, enjoying how comfortable the couch was, and how nice he smelled, that scent that seemed to linger on you no matter how many times you showered, as you closed your eyes. Within minutes, you were asleep. 

Patrick watched the screen as it panned to Jack frozen to death in the hedge maze, the movie slowly ending afterward. Grabbing the remote from the glass coffee table in front of him, his arm tight around your shoulders as he shut off the TV. Looking down at you, Patrick stared at your sleeping form, the light from the lamp casting shadows across your face. His gaze drifted from your peaceful features, tracing the outline of your face with his eyes. His eyes flicked to the freckles that sprinkled your cheeks, the way your lashes fluttered and danced against your zygomatic bone, and then down to your lips. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he maneuvered you in his arms, placing one arm around your back and the other under your legs. Carrying you to his room, he laid you on the bed, untucking the covers from underneath you to properly tuck you in. 

Letting out a deep exhale from his nose, he stared down at you, a tad annoyed. He hadn't planned for you to stay over. As he gazed down at you, his thoughts began, ‘She irritates me to no end and yet I have succumbed to her every move, every glance, every breath. I haven't a clue of how, I am still unsure of this feeling, what it may be. Obsession or some infatuation, but if this is what they call love, then what does it feel like? She drives me insane and yet I don't want to be anywhere else but by her side. And yet she makes me so angry because I cannot stand her presence. It's like my insides are burning, melting, and fusing, making my body melt until I'm nothing but an empty shell. I should hate her. Yet, I do not. And this craving, this hunger for the flesh has dwindled, though not completely gone. This desire for her, her touch, her presence, her, still gnaws at me like an animal. She can see through the facade I've put up for years, and yet, she doesn't seem bothered by it. I cannot understand it. Maybe she, similar to myself, is simply not there.'

Pushing past that, he sat down on the bed beside you. He watched as your chest rose and fell with each deep breath, the way your lips parted slightly, and it made Patrick feel warm inside. It upset him. How could you, how could you do this to him? He hated how vulnerable you made him feel, though he'd deny it vehemently later on. His lips pressed together, and he shook his head before leaning forward. Brushing your hair out of the way with his slender fingers, Patrick pressed his lips against your neck, his nose nudging into your ear lobe. The contact was gentle, almost too gentle for a man like Patrick Bateman as the overwhelming realization that you were irreplaceable fell upon him. In quick, swift movements, Patrick stood from the bed, leaving to begin his night-time routine as he reminded himself to return some videotapes in the morning. 

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hidden feelings - bale!bruce wayne x reader

masterlist

fandom; dceu

summary; after trying so hard to push you away, bruce cannot help but confess his deepest feelings to you

warnings; angst, mature language, fluff

words; 2.5k

a/n; this is the third time i'm posting this because it's not showing anywhere 😭

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You and Bruce had been friends for many years. To be honest you, Bruce and Rachel had always been inseparable, but you and Bruce had an even more tight connection. So, when his parents were killed, you were the shoulder that he could cry on. You would spend so many hours trying to comfort him and show him that there was so much more out there, show him that he deserved the whole world. 

As the years passed by, however, your feelings for him changed drastically- from being friendly to more romantically. You always admired Bruce; how emotionally strong he was, how smart he was and in general everything about him. So, it is fair to say that when he disappeared you broke down.  

You felt as you had just lost your whole world. You'd always go to the Wayne Manor and ask Alfred if he had somehow come back, yet his reply was always negative. Until one day, when he had finally arisen from the dead. 

It was the happiest day of your life. Nevertheless, you realized that he had changed in so many ways. He had become more muscular, more serious and his whole demeanour was different. 

Sooner or later, you also caught up to the fact that he was hiding something away from you. So you comforted him, but it all ended up in a huge argument. He tried to shut you out of his whole life saying that he had no time for old friends and games now, that he had to focus on his company and other... women.  

That day he had broken you in so many ways. You tried to talk to Rachel, yet she told you that she had somehow cut of contact with Bruce too. Later on, she admitted to you that he was romantically interested towards her. She told you that she felt really bad about it, but you reassured her that she had nothing to feel bad about, after all it wasn’t her fault. 

He had made you depressed. You thought that he had finally broken you completely, until one day when you realised that there was something left of him inside your heart still.  

You were at the Wayne Manor, because apparently you were invited to his birthday party. Turns out Alfred had sent you the invitation. But you really hoped that you had never attended. The image of him with a beautiful woman; tall, slim, brunette, that was a perfect match for him, broke the last pieces of your heart that were left. They were dancing, making people look at them in awe, while you were standing in a corner of the enormous room, trying not to cry and make a fool of yourself. 

Now he had completely broken you. 

You couldn’t stand watching him with another woman for even a second more, so you run away trying to get as far away from him as possible. You didn’t notice that you had led yourself to a room that looked more like an office. A piano was placed at the far end and you walked towards it. You were indeed a very exceptional pianist and Bruce was always making sure to always remind you of that. 

You run your hands on the keys, starting playing his favourite song. You purred your whole heart on that song, tears running down on your cheeks, sobs leaving your soft lips. You took out your frustration on the piano keys, playing random notes, until you heard a thud and the bookshelves in front of you moved. 

You were left in shock, but decided to walk towards them pushing lightly. 

A long dark hallway appeared and you followed wherever it was leading. A few moments later you were in a huge white- modern room.  

You had no idea what this place was and why it was so well hidden. You walked up to a desk in the middle of that room and looked at the screen. There were many symbols that you didn’t understand and you leaned down to take a better look. However, without realising it you had pressed on a button and a big sound was heard from behind you. 

You slowly turn around to see what it was, but what you saw left you speechless. 

Batman's suit. 

Of course you had heard about the Batman. Who hadn’t heard about the Batman in Gotham? 

But why was Batman’s suit in Bruce's manor? Unless... 

Your thoughts were interrupted as the entrance where you came from opened and in came none other than Bruce fucking Wayne. 

Once he saw you, he stopped at his tracks. 

“y/n” he exclaimed your name in shock. 

“What...what is that?” you asked while pointing at the suit. 

“How did you get here?” he walked up to you. 

“By accident, I didn’t really mean to. You know how much I love playing the piano and there was one in y--” he interrupted your rumbling. 

“Are you a spy?” he raised an eyebrow while looking at you with abomination. 

You looked at him with wide eyes. He really had thought that you would ever betray him? 

“Me? A spy? To spy on who, Bruce? You? You really think that after everything we’ve been through, I would have backstabbed you like that?” you complaint. 

“I haven’t seen you in a while, you’ve probably changed.” he said and you huffed a sarcastic laughter. 

“May I remind you who was the one that wanted to end our friendship?” you raised your eyebrow. 

“So that gives you a reason to spy on me? Who are you working for?” you looked at him in disbelief. 

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? You were the one that pushed me away, I was trying to help you. You've...” you bit on you bottom lip to stop your sobs “you treated me as if I meant nothing to you, as if our whole childhood was just a dream and that fucking broke me.” a tear rolled down on your cheek. 

“You broke me, Bruce. There's nothing left of me anymore.” you said in a whisper. 

“And now... now you have the nerve to accuse me of such thing? After everything? Yes, I should be hating you, loathing you, but I don’t... I never did. Instead, I...” you stopped yourself before saying something that you would regret. 

“Instead, you what?” he walked closer to you. 

“Forget it” you turned your head, so that you wouldn’t be facing him. 

“Tell me” he demanded. 

“Why should I give you the satisfaction?” you looked up at him with sorrow “you don’t deserve to know anything. You don’t deserve to know what I've been going through because of you. You don’t deserve to know how I feel. You deserve nothing.” you saw sadness filling his eyes, but he huffed out a breath and shook that feeling away. 

“What are you doing here y/n? you weren’t invited.” he said afterwards. 

“Are you still blaming me for spying on you?” you exclaimed “but just to let you know, Alfred invited me, he thought that we could’ve a nice reconnection, but he was clearly wrong.” he sighed. 

“y/n, you can’t say anything of what you saw here to anybody.” 

“After everything I told you, you still really think that I would do such thing to you?” you wiped your tears away and he finally lifted his head up so that he could look you in the eye. 

However, the sight of you with puffy red eyes, arose a deep feeling within him that he had to feel for such a long time. His eyes soften and his shoulder fell in realisation of what he had caused. You looked so broken; indeed, he had ruined you. But why? Why would you let it phase you that much? You were the one that was giving him hope every single time and yet now here you were in front of him, completely hopeless. 

He hated himself for that.  

You were the only one, apart from Alfred, that was there for him at his worst. Not even Rachel was. 

And how had he thanked you for that? By destroying you. 

“y/n...” he whispered your name and placed one of his hands on your arm. 

“no...” you tried to back away from him, knowing that any kind of physical contact with him would end you, but he stopped you. 

“What have I done to you?” you saw in his eyes that he was hurt, but why? 

“Please Bruce...” you tried to get out of his grip, but failed. 

“I thought...” he started saying but took a deep breath as he got even closer to you and placed his palms on both your cheeks with a frowned expression. 

“I thought that back then I had made the right decision by letting you go. Trying to protect from all this, but I was so wrong. I was so hurt, trying to hide away my feelings was making things even worse. But what I did to you... I thought you’d be okay, that you’d leave a happy life without me, meet someone, get to know him like you know me, date him, marry him, have children...” you interrupted him. 

“No, no, I could never do that. No, there will be no one for me anymore... not after you” you whispered the last part while looking down, hoping for him not to have heard you, but he did. 

“Why?” he asked and you finally looked up. 

“Because I love you Bruce” a single tear run down on your cheek “I have loved you so much, for so many years. I was waiting so patiently for you to come to me, because I knew that you’d always come back, but once you did... everything had completely changed.” you confessed. 

“What had changed?” he asked you confused. 

“You had changed, Bruce. Not only that, but as I was trying to help you out with whatever was going on, you were pushing me away, until one day when you told, straight face, that you wanted to do nothing with me anymore and that you had other priorities” your voice broke towards the end. 

“Yes, that was true.” you looked at him in disbelief “and would you like to know what my first priority was and still is?” he questioned you and you looked at him. 

“You were, you are and you will be forever my first priority. Till the day I die, I'll be trying to protect you. I'm willing to risk anything for your safety, y/n” he admitted. 

“Why then? Why did you let me go?” you asked in despair. 

“I told you; I thought it was the right thing to do. I wanted to protect from any danger that Batman’s reputation would cause you, but I was so damn wrong. I should have never done that, because as much closer you are to me, so much more I can protect you and...” he paused “and because it hurt so much being away from you.” he bit his bottom lip while trying not to let his tears spill out. 

“Bruce...” you placed one of your hands on his that were still on your cheeks. He looked at you. 

“Why are you with all these women?” you asked. 

“Because I was trying to let go...” he replied. 

“Let go of what?” 

“Of you” he finally said “I wanted so bad to forget everything about you; your beautiful eyes that were shining every time you were happy, your beautiful smile that never ceased to not make my heart speed up, your intoxicating perfume, your way of always finding the right words to say, everything. I even try that with Rachel.” 

“Did you succeed?” 

“Not even close” he slightly smiled. 

“Bruce...” 

“I love you y/n. I love so damn much and I don’t know why it took that long to tell you, but I'm glad I did now. Even though I wished I could tell you first.” he chuckled and you bit your lip. 

“Kiss me” you said while looking at him. 

“y/n...” he tried to say but you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. 

“Prove to me that you really love me.” and that he did. 

Without wasting any more time, he pulled you towards him and his lips finally connected with yours in a very long-awaited kiss. You immediately lost yourself in the kiss. Chills run up your spine, your legs started trembling and your heart was about to burst out of your chest. But so was his. Bruce wrapped his own arms around your waist, biting on your lower lip asking for entrance, while he was backing you up against the desk behind you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and he started exploring it as your fingers tangled themselves in between his soft hair.  

His hand went even more south, on the back of your thigh as he hoisted you up on the desk making you spread your legs so that he would get between them. He pressed his whole body against yours, while you were feeling your lips going numb. As you had started running out of air, he disconnected his lips from your and started kissing along your jaw and down on your neck. 

“I love you.” he said between kissed “I love you so much” you threw your head back at the beautiful sensation. 

“Bruce...” you moaned out his name and in a nick of time his lips were back on yours, encaging you in a bruising kiss. 

“Master Wayne...” you suddenly heard a voice and Bruce immediately turned around to see none other than Alfred standing at the entrance completely speechless. 

You immediately pushed Bruce away, feeling embarrassed, while you jumped off the desk. 

“Alfred” Bruce exclaimed. 

“Your guests are requesting for you” he informed him while a mischievous smile made its way on his face. 

“Yeah, I'll be there in a minute.” he said and turned back to you when Alfred left “where were we?” he smirked at you, but you pushed away. 

“We were about to go back to the party because your guests are expecting you.” you smirked at him. 

“Well, I am with one of my guests now, am I not?” he raised an eyebrow while grinning at you. 

“Let me remind you that Alfred was the one that invited me” you told him. 

“it’s my birthday, though...” he pouted. 

“Okay then, birthday boy, if you go out there now, I promise you that you’re in for a long night tonight.” you winked at him. 

“Shit y/n, you can’t do this to me” he groaned as you started making your way out of the bat cave. 

“Watch me” you challenged him as you walked away while swinging your hips from side to side. 

“fuck” you heard him while running up to you. 

“you’ll regret that after the party” he said. 

“we’ll see about that.” 

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[lanadelbale]

Batman incorrect quotes pt.9

Jason: Y/N, stop flirting with my father. He's my father,be serious for a second,please.

Y/N:

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[luvriablack]

Someone older

Pov: a young detective has a crush on Batman. The only problem is that Batman thinks he is too old for her

Warnings: agr gap, teasing ?

"Have we got any new leads?" He asks monotonously, the hoarseness of his voice sending chills down your spine. Batman was in my office. He must have came from a window or something. I look behind me when I heard his voice. It was hard not to tell I had a crush on him. My smile quickly fades when I get back in reality

" No, I am sorry" I simply say and look down

I am young , 18 but I was a detective helping him catch Joker.

His eyes flicker towards you as he hears your voice. When he sees your puppy dog eyes, he feels a tinge of pity for you. It's like he's looking at himself when he was just starting out. His lips tug into a small smile, just for you.

"It's alright. You can keep trying." He says, his voice softer now.

" I am" I say quickly. It was late. Too late. I decided to stay to the office rather than go to my apartment.

His eyes soften even more. He could tell the exhaustion in your words. All alone, working long hours. And for what? It made you more approachable in his eyes.

He lets out a heavy sigh. "You can head out for now. Get some rest." He told you.

" No no its okay." I reply as I look out in the window. The dark sky was almost intimating. I sigh and sit in my chair" I will stay here, it has more light than outside "

Batman looks outside as well.He understood I didn't want to go out in the dark

" I will take u home" he says with his thick batman accent

I look up at him" U don't have-" I tried to say but he stopped me

" Get up . The batmoblie is outside. I will just talk with Gondor about something and I will come in a minute " he says serious and leaves my office.

I got outside of the police station and waited outside. I spotted the batmobile but preferred to wait for Batman first

As soon as the two of you arrive, Batman gently opens the door for you and helps you in.

He goes to the driver's side and gets in, starting the car. Once it's running, he pulls out into the night, with you seated beside him. I was idmiring his car while he drove

When he spots you not wearing your seatbelt, he turns to you quickly and puts on a worried face. "Hey... Put on your seatbelt." He tells you, a hint of concern in his tone.

I look at him" oh, it's okay I am a big girl now, I don't have to wear it" I try to joke with no success.

He looks at you in surprise and annoyance when you say that.

"A big girl?" He repeats, his eyebrows raised in disbelief. His tone is firm and demanding.

"Put on your seatbelt." He says firmly. It was an order, not a request.

I sigh and put my seatbelt " my apartment is-" I talk again

" I know where it is sweetheart " he says

I blushes and looked out in the window. It's the nicknames making me melt for him. And he is just protective. He was always nice to me. Maybe he likes me as well? But...no way I was too young for him.

Timeskip

Months passed and I said my feelings to Bruce. It didn't turned out well bc I was too young for him. I was in my office with him and I was leaning my head to his shoulder while we were listening to the news about Joker. We finally caught him but he wouldn't talk about his crimes.

Your eyes are closed as you're resting your head on Bruce's strong shoulder.

Suddenly, he moves his hand towards your cheek, running his finger along your cheekbone, softly. His touch is so tender and sweet... it's making your heart beat faster with every passing second.

I smile at him and close my eyes again leaning on his shoulder " Am I still too young?" I whisper

His fingers drift slowly to the back of your head and he runs them through your hair. His touch is slow and gentle as he makes small circles around your head.

He gently strokes your hair as he whispers, "Yes... you're too young. You need to learn more about this world, my little one. I would feel wrong being with you right now..." Bruce whispers to me

" U can teach me," I say and play with his large fingers. He laughs softly when you say that, but his expression is still firm.

"I cannot, little one. You're too young, too inexperienced. When you're ready, I'll be there to embrace you. I promise. But not now."

His fingers continue to run through your hair softly. His face is tranquil and his eyes are filled with resolve.

I look down. Then I get up from the couch I was sitting and hit his shoulder playfully.

He's also a bit taken aback by your sudden display of emotion.

"Don't do that." He says sternly, but there's some amusement in his tone.

"Stop it and sit down." He orders. "I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you here."

" No! I don't want to!" I say and make a step back" U are just telling me to wait so I can feel better. Why can't we just be together!? I see how u look at me , we can be together, I promise" I hug him again

He sighs and shakes his head as you insist.

"You think this is only about you? It's not." He says softly but intensely.

"It's about the both of us. I care for you too much to enter into a relationship with you at this moment. You're still too young. I can't... it's wrong."

He feels a strong urge to pull you closer to him, but he resists. The idea of a love that can never be, pains him deeply.

" I am not a child! I am 18 I am an adult now !" I say. It's not like I said this the first time. I have said the same thing to him a lot of times but...I won't stop.

"18, 20, it doesn't matter. You still have so much to experience and to learn." He tells you, his voice firm but filled with concern.

"I've got 20 years over you. You're young, so very young." He says as he strokes your cheek softly.

"But when the time is right, there's nothing in this world that will stop me from claiming you as mine." He whispers seductively into your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

" I can be yours now" I whisper back

You lean into him, your lips brushing his ear as you whisper those words. For a moment, his heart skips a beat and he can't help but feel a tug in his stomach.

He wants to claim you too. He wants to kiss all your worries and insecurities away. He wants to hold you in the darkness of the night, and he feels an itch to run his fingers through your soft, blonde hair.

But that feeling of responsibility keeps him restrained. He keeps trying to find any reason to justify him not being with you.

But there's another side to him. He wants to throw all responsibility aside, just to indulge this burning feeling inside him. He wants to pull you close, and kiss your soft lips. He wants to feel your body against his. He wants to show you the world through a lover's eyes.

"You're too young, little one... too young," he whispers as he gently strokes your cheek. But it's not a reason. It's just an excuse.

I look at Bruce with an serious expression. " whatever " I say and leave the office and go walk in the hallways of the police station.

You exit the office and wander the hall, your eyes darting from door to door. Suddenly, when you're walking past the interrogation room, you spot someone familiar

It's The Joker. He's dressed in a straight jacket and he's handcuffed to the table. His hair is unkempt and his face has a crazed expression. He's laughing, his eyes fixed onto you.

" what u laughing at?" I tell him with narrowed eyes

Your voice echoes through the hallway and he suddenly stops laughing. His eyes are wide and he tries to hide his laughter by covering his mouth. His expression is one of fear and surprise.

He sits there with a stunned look as if he's just been caught in the act of murder. His face slowly turns into a smile as he's about to say something when...

*Ding dong!*

You hear the bell go off in the interrogation room. Then the door opens and Batman and Gordon enter the room.

Batman enters the room and walks over to Joker, while Gordon follows close behind. His eyes are cold and his expression is serious. He pulls out a file from inside his jacket and hands it to the clown.

Joker takes the file and reads it silently. Then he looks up at Batman and Gordon. "Why am I in here?" He asks, acting as if he's surprised to be in police custody.

" Bc u killed people and stole from banks. U also wanted to explode the whole Gotham!" I interrupt them.

Joker laughs and turns to you. "Is that right little girl?" He taunts.

Your face flushes with anger, but Batman puts his hands on your shoulders. "Easy, little one." He whispers, his voice like velvet.

"I don't see a little girl, I see a woman trying to help this city be a better place." Joker tells you, his tone soft and full of compliments, but his gaze is filled with hatred.

I consider Joker's words. I looked at him surprised

Batman notices you listening to Joker with some thought and consideration. He sighs because that's the last thing he wanted you to do.

"Don't listen to him." He tells you. "He's trying to fool you into letting him go, or worse... join him."

" but still, he is right. I am not a little girl Batman!" I say

Batman sighs and looks at you with a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

"I know you're not a little girl. I know you're smart, brave, and beautiful." He says.

For a moment, his eyes soften and the corner of his lips rise up in a small smile as he strokes your back. "That doesn't change the fact that you're still young and you need to learn more from the world." He adds.

I sigh

Batman looks at Joker sternly and Gordon nods. "We need your help, Joker." He says quietly, his voice serious and his expression stern.

Joker laughs. "Why not ask little Miss Goody Two Shoes here? She seems to be smart enough to get it." He says, gesturing towards you with his free arm.

You give Joker a hard glare and Batman looks at his arch-nemesis with an irritated expression. Gordon sighs as he turns and points at the file in Joker's hand.

"Look, can we cut the crap and get to business already?" Gordon says.

" U planted 2 bombs, where are they? Tell us" I say firmly

Joker laughs as he sets the file in a corner and leans back, his arms crossed in front of his body.

"Not happening." He says, a bit of arrogance in his tone. "And what are you going to do? Torture it out of me? Is that how we do things now?" He asks sarcastically.

There's silence in the room for a moment as Batman and Gordon exchange a look. They both already know what their next course of action is going to be if Joker doesn't comply with their demands.

When I got to my apartment I put my key door to the table as I locked the door . The apartment was quiet until I felt like something was wrong. My door broke and Batman rushed to take me.

" Get out now!" He yells at me as we both head away from my apartment. Seconds later I witnessed my own apartment getting blown up. This is where Joker planted the bombs.

You're wrapped up in the softest blankets you ever felt as you lie in Batman's bed. It's so cozy and comfortable here, and you can't help but feel relaxed.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, followed by a muffled voice. You don't understand what they're saying, but you know it's Batman.After a few seconds, the voice becomes clearer.

"Y/N, it's time to get up..."

I pretend to be asleep so I don’t answer

You lie in bed, feeling his warmth slowly radiating throughout you. Your eyes are closed, but you're not really asleep, just enjoying the moment.

Then you feel the bed dip as Batman sits down next to you.

"Y/N, I know you can hear me. I have breakfast waiting for you in the dining room." He says softly. There's a bit of concern in his voice.

"You need to eat, it's been hours since yesterday." He adds.

" I wanna stay in bed" I whisper as I yawn

" U can stay if u want. I will just head to the Wayne company. I have work" he explains " Alfred is in the kitchen. If u need something just ask him" he adds and leaves.

After my apartment got destroyed Bruce took me to the Wayne Manor till I find another place to stay. That's how I ended up sleeping in his bed.

I nod at Bruce with my eyes closed .

( pls comment for part 2 bc I got an idea)

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[mlmxreader]

Under The Radar | Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: hey there! can i request bruce wayne + "shut up, i just need a cuddle" from the new prompts list?? ty 🙏

summary: Bruce is especially fond of sneaking in to see you, but sometimes, the thing he wants most is little more than to take a nap on the sofa with a film on in the background.

tws: swearing, mentions of bruising

Bruce was happy to keep things under the radar, keeping you hidden from the newspapers and the magazines and their scavenging photographers, very rarely talking about you in interviews unless if you had said he could; dating Batman was one thing, and quite easy to deal with, as under the cover of darkness it was easy to find privacy and to protect it, but dating the billionaire was another thing. People wanted to know who you were, what you did, they wanted to know about your family, they wanted to know about if you were only with Bruce for his money. People wouldn't back off. Neither you or Bruce were particularly comfortable with putting your personal life in the spotlight; the most Bruce ever told them was that he was still very much in love with you, and he was very much content and happy with you.

Keeping things under the radar was probably the best decision you had ever made when it came to your relationship; he was more than happy to sneak into your flat when he had a couple of hours spare, taking the back way and knocking on the window until you let him in. Letting him crash on the sofa while you went about with your business; he would kick his feet up and would watch a film while you did laundry or cooked or cleaned or showered; you liked it like that, being able to just exist around one another and not having to do everything together. Sometimes, though, you would end up cuddled into his side as you looked through your phone, occasionally looking up at the television screen; a few times you could have sworn that the actor in the films looked just like him, but he always denied it.

Two lives were enough.

Today wasn't any different, although Bruce was a little slower than usual thanks to a nasty bruise on his side and another on his back, but he managed to get in, and he managed to collapse on your sofa and kick his feet up; he went through what films were available, and settled on one that he knew would catch your attention, as he knew that it was one that you liked. American Psycho. He was right, as within a couple of minutes, you were stood behind the sofa with your hands on the cushions either side of his head, a quiet laugh coming from you.

"Y'know, you look an awful like him," you told him. "Like, you could be twins."

Bruce grumbled, shaking his head. "Shut up, I just need a cuddle. Come here."

You made your way around, crashing into his good side and putting your head on his chest, laying one leg over his hips as you grumbled with content. "You really don't see the resemblance?"

"Shut up," he sighed, moving so that you were beneath him, he was quick to lay his head on your chest, a soft hum leaving him when you started to play with his hair. He couldn't help it as he smiled. "Thank you..."

You tilted your head to the side, gently raking through his soft brown strands as you looked at the screen, daring to laugh. "Oh, come on! He even wears the same fucking suits! Bruce, are you sure you're not living a third life as an actor?"

"Very," he chuckled. "Two is more than enough, especially when one means I get hounded by press as it is..."

"Yeah, if you say so," you teased, letting one leg dangle over the edge as you shifted around to get comfortable. "You wanna take a nap?"

"I would love to take a nap," Bruce admitted.

"Yeah, I thought so," you mused. "If you nap, though, you can cook tea."

"I can do that..."

He snuggled into you a little more, his eyes starting to drift shut as he clung onto you, his breathing getting softer and his eyes closing; he liked days like this, where you were perfectly content and happy to take unscheduled naps with him on the sofa without questioning it. He smiled, daring to push your shirt up a little so that he could feel your stomach against his fingertips, able to feel the gentle rising and falling and the warmth of your touch; he grumbled, letting out a quiet yawn as he started to drift off.

"G'night, Bruce," you whispered, your eyes getting heavy as you tried not to succumb to sleep yourself, a smile on your lips and your fingers ceasing to play with his hair, letting your hand simply lay there amongst the soft strands as you hummed.

"G'night, (y/n)."

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[mendesxruel]

𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒊 𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒊 | 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞

summary: you confess your love for Laurie through a poem

warnings: fluff!! , none (if i missed any pls tell me!)

words: 555 (the title 'means nothing but you and me' <3)

library account: @lolaslibrary | little women masterlist

You entered Laurie's room to find him practising the piano, struggling with a particular part of the song he was playing.

He furrowed his brows at his failing fingers and decided to use them for another kind of art.

You watched as Laurie grabbed his small notebook and a pen, and started writing.

Tugging on a curtain to balance yourself, you accidentally tripped over the carpet. Laurie looked back at you but didn’t manage to see you, as you had rushed away as quickly as you could.

***

You had no idea, but on Christmas night, you would find out what the boy had written on the paper.

Everyone was gathered by the fireplace at the March sisters’ home, giving each other gifts to celebrate this night of being around loved ones.

You had written each person a poem about them. They contained things that reminded you of them, words of admiration and love.

One poem, in particular, stood out from the rest: the one dedicated to Laurie.

“I’m sure these don’t even compare to the collection Y/n must have of poems dedicated to Teddy…”, Jo said, smirking at you.

“I wish,” he frowned.

You handed him the poem, “she’s right…”

The same furrowed expression from earlier covered Laurie’s face, “what do you mean?”

You grabbed your personal notebook from your handbag and gave it to him.

“There. These are all of my poems,” you told him.

He went over all of them and stopped at the last page, which contained a big title handwritten in bold: Theodore.

Laurie read it quickly and couldn’t help but smile at your love confession.

He laughed and reached over to grab something inside his pocket. Taking out the folded paper, he opened it and decided to read it out loud to you.

“Y/n,

You feel like hot tea in a cold morning

You look like autumn at dawn

You talk like the angels in heaven

And you love like the Moon loves the Earth

And I hope I can be the one you love

So I can be the happiest to walk on this planet

Holding hands with my lover.” 

He chuckled, “sorry, Y/n, I know this is far from the best but… it was just something I wrote about you once because… I feel like, even with all my failures, all my ups and downs, all the times I needed someone, you were there for me."

He held one of your hands gently, “you never judged me for anything, never condemned me for my mistakes. You held me when I needed someone. You were my shoulder to cry on. You were always there when no one else was. And I’m in love with you.”

For a moment, you forgot about anyone else in the room. Now it was just you and the boy you loved.

You grinned, “all the poems… all of them were about you, Laurie.”

You moved closer to him as he held you and kissed you softly. It all felt much longer than it actually was. When you backed away, you looked around and realised everyone had left you two alone.

Laughing nervously, your first instinct was to hug him the tightest you could, burying your face in his chest.

It was just you and him. You and the boy who loved you. 

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[holylulusworld]

Bruce Wayne Masterlist

Masterlist for all Batman/Bruce Wayne stories

Contains: 💦 smut   // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut 🐺 A/B/O

A/N: Please consider I only write for Christian Bale’s Batman.

Looming darkness coming early summer

More to be added

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[renren-006]

Request Character List

request open for all

Hey a little edit but this is a list of characters I want to write for!!!

I write Gen!Reader and F!Reader

Smut, one shots, drabbles, or series - include propt or idea when requesting

List so far:

Ryan Gosling

Sierra Six

Sebastian (La La Land)

Officer K

Driver

Holland March

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixion

Carl Grimes

Negan

Rosita

Abraham

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve

Billy Hargrove

Other Marvel Characters:

Bucky Barns

Wanda Maximoff

Peter Parker (Andrew G)

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Bruno from Ms Marvel

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Moonight: Marc,Steven,Jake

Harry Potter:

Theseus Scmander

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Newt Scamander

DC:

Bale-Bruce Wayne/Batman

Cavill-Superman/Clark Kent

Other:

the Mandalorian

Fezco from Euphoria

The Witcher

My Hero Academia (Anime):

(age up Class 1-A students)

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Bakugo

Kirishima

Ask for others!

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[michaelslover]

Hey!! So I was wondering if you could right an imagine (or multiple if u want, the more the merrier lmfao) About Bane from the Batman Trilogy?

Maybe one where he finds the reader injured while he’s taking over Gotham and she’s like a well known villain, so he orders his men to take her and she’s like in n out of consciousness, so patches her up and he like vows to protects her or something?

Then later she becomes a sidekick for him and he looks out for her :)

P.S if you are reading this I don’t think he would be all fluffy w the reader (As much as i love it) but I genuinely think he would have a soft spot for her tho haha 😊 Maybe they would have a jokey relationship like a teasing kinda humour

Also yes I have SEVERE daddy issues x

Heyy! Thank you very much for this request!! I feel like Bane is such an underrated character and deserves more recognition. If you’d like another part then feel free to request it, i would love to turn this into a series. I hope you enjoy this!

BANE TAKING CARE OF VILLIAN!READER AFTER THEY GOT INJURED

part 1 / x

pairings: bane x reader

gn!reader | only use of „you“ or „y/n“

warnings: injuries, fainting, blood, villain stuff. english isn’t my first language. not proofread!

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A new Villain in Gotham meant new and more trouble. He calls himself Bane and he’s a very smart and dangerous man. He wants to take over Gotham and has already created a lot of chaos.

It was on a Saturday when you turned on the TV in your apartment to watch the news. Slumping into the couch and not really expecting anything fun to happen. That’s when you noticed that every News Channel talked about the same thing: „Stadium being completely destroyed“, „Explosion in Gothams well known stadium“, „Bane takes over Gotham“

Oh, he immediately captured your interest. Finally some action in Gotham. This means that Batman would crawl out of his shadow and you have the chance to defeat him.

You packed everything together: weapons and your special knife. You put your suit on and got out of the door, walking straight into the chaos.

The stadium was burning down and the fire grew impossibly stronger. The city was captured in black clouds. You were intoxicated by this view. All you’ve ever wanted and someone else succeed in it: seeing Gotham being taken over and it’s heart (the stadium) burning down. Slowly you made your way over to the stadium, maybe you would be able to get to know this „Bane“.

People were running away from the explosion whilst you were running towards it. Cars were everywhere on the street. Buildings around you were caught in flames. The sound of people screaming and crying filled the city. You were almost there. So near. You recognised a car that you saw on the news today. Does it belong to Bane? You were looking through the car windows: nothing. You kept walking but then realised that some of the cars caught flames and started burning. Suddenly they started to explode. One after the other. The black cloud was now surrounding you.

„Oh, fuck!“, was the last thing you said when the force of an explosion pushed you against a wall and caused you to black out. You were left lying on the ground, injured and in pain.

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Bane was proud. He was so proud that he finally took over Gotham. His plan worked just perfectly. Everyone was distracted with the explosion and batman is still not in sight.

Bane was heading back to the headquarters when he received a call from a guy in his team. He told Bane that they found you blacked out and injured, left alone on the street. Bane knew exactly who you were, he heard of you in the news. The infamous Y/N. One of the most known villains in Gotham.

He always waited for this moment. To finally meet someone who thinks the exact same way like him. Of course, the men in his team are evil and cruel too but you are something else. He could take over the world with you by his side.

„Take Y/N with you and bring them to the headquarters. Now.“

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You woke up on a bed, feeling dizzy and sick. You had a heavy headache and could feel all the bruises forming on your skin. You tried to remember what happened and realised that you aren’t in your apartment. You slowly sat up and looked around the room.

A big room. The walls painted in a dark green, a big and soft bed, a small window and a fireplace. You started questioning where you are. If this person would want to harm you, they would’ve handcuffed you in their basement right? But they didn’t. They literally put you in this big bedroom to rest. But who did this?

You slowly remembered what happened but still couldn’t think of the someone who „rescued“ you.

That’s when the door slowly opened up and heavy footsteps approached the room. When the person came to view you were more than just shocked.

„Hello Y/N. How are you feeling?“, he said dryly.

It was Bane. He rescued you. But why? And how did he even know where you were?

„Uh, I’m feeling okay for the circumstances. Why am I here?“

„My team found you blacked out on the street. You are pretty inured and I still have to check on your injuries. I hope you don’t mind.“, he said in a stoic tone.

„I can do that myself.“

„You’re stubborn. In any other given situation I would like that but you are in my headquarters and I make the decisions here.“

„I can do that myse-“, suddenly you were blacked out again.

Bane rushed to your side and put a cold, wet cloth on your forehead to wake you up. He checked your temperature: nothing odd. Must be a concussion.

Slowly you were waking up, reaching for his hand.

„You just proved, that you, in fact, can not do it yourself.“

„I feel miserable. My head is gonna explode and my limbs hurt so. bad.“

„I’m here now. I will protect you from now on. I swear.“, he said as he gently squeezeed your hand.

„You swear? Why do you even care for me?“

„You’re gonna be a part of my team. A very important part. I’ll protect you no matter what happens.“

You suddenly have this fuzzy feeling in your stomach. It’s what they call butterflies, you suppose. You don’t have feelings for Bane now, do you? You realise that you’re holding his hand this whole time and pull your hand away from his.

„Aw, look who gets all soft. I thought you were the man who just blew up gothams stadium with a bunch of people sitting in there. And now you’re here caring for me as if we’re an old couple. Seriously I can take care of myself on my own. I never needed anyone.“ What you said was true, you never needed anyone to help you but sometimes you did want to have a partner to love and take care of. Someone who is as crazy and evil as you. Someone who wants to cause chaos and see the city burn down. And Bane could be that someone but you can’t find the right words.

„Like I said: you are in my team now so I’ll protect you. It’s not because of you. It’s because of me. You could help me with taking over this city. Become my partner in crime.“, he said grabbing bandaids out of a first aid kit.

„Now if you would stop being so fucking stubborn, I could help you with this wounds and let you get some rest.“

You said nothing in response to that. Indicating to him that he can get the work done.

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After he patched you up, he left the room to let you rest. You were thinking about what he said. Maybe being in his team wasn’t so bad after all..

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To be continued..

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When Bells Ring (Part VI)

“Dr. Crane, would you like to go out tonight? Like after our shift ends?” You grinned.

“I cannot. I've already made plans with..a friend,” He caressed his forehead. “I’m sorry.” 

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s fine.” Your heart felt like it had been squeezed. What if he was seeing someone else? He said friend, but why did he hesitate?

“We can go out some other time.” 

You slapped your forehead as you entered the subway. You thought about Crane rejecting your invitation to hang out after work. It had been too long since you last asked out someone, even if it was just a casual thing. 

The subway was packed with: Students, elders, and professionals. You took a seat while you read notes. The radio was tuned into the news channel. Breaking News: Police are on the lookout after an armed robbery and double homicide. The perpetrator seemingly left behind a Joker playing card. If you have any information, please call-. To you, it seemed as if there was a new psycho in Gotham. It seemed like this city was a hotspot for them. 

After an hour and fifteen minutes, you had finally arrived at your shoebox-sized apartment. As you entered, you sat on your beat-down couch. You were exhausted physically and mentally. You thought about your patients and about Dr. Crane. Your mind was on Dr. Crane. You thought about the way his chestnut hair framed his face. You clearly had developed feelings for him.

***

Jonathan sat in the darkness, which allowed him to remain unnoticed by the caped vigilante. He grinned as the vigilante approached him. Jonathan knew that his fear toxin was no match for his opponent. The toxic would cause more damage than a single punch. The vigilante grabbed him by his white collar. He smirked, "Hello, Batman! I've been waiting for you."

The vigilante dropped him and stumbled out. Jonathan knew that by now, Batman was being tormented by his greatest fears. It made him feel accomplished whenever his toxin worked the way he planned. It recently had been working in his favor quite frequently.

Jonathan's cellphone buzzed; It was Ra's Al Ghul. "Hello, this is Jonathan."

"Where the hell are you?" The villain calmly asked.

"I just finished giving Falcone's goons some toxins." He answered in an annoyed tone. "Why do you ask?"

"Just wanted to know when you plan on contaminating the water supply."

"Give me three days, and this city will be no more."

"Good. Everyone needs to perish." He hung up.

Everyone. Jonathan thought about Y/N. He knew it was foolish, but these days he appreciated her more. Crane found himself in her office more; Jonathan also wanted to be in her presence at all times. He would not have thought twice about destroying Gotham if it weren't for her. Al Ghul found him before Jonathan got to know her, so he had to keep his word even if it meant Y/N would die.

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