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Once Upon a Dream

Bruce Wayne x reader

Summary : As you and Bruce gets ready for a charity gala , you two danced to a familiar tune in your childhood.

A/N: just got inspired by listening to Once Upon a Dream so I decided to write this

“I know you, that gleam in your eyes is so familiar gleam”, As you were singing the song, getting lost in the tune, you didn’t notice Bruce coming behind you and only noticed as he sang the part where Prince comes in. “Singing the song again” he smirks at you while you give a shy smile as you blushed as he gives you a tiny kiss on your neck.

“I couldn’t help it, the song is nostalgic and feels magical every time I hear it” you answered as you remembered a fond memory with him when you two were young.

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Your parents were good family friends with his parents, that’s how you met. They even hoped you two would end up together.

You were dancing in the garden of the Wayne manor while you were looking at the flowers while singing “Once Upon a Dream”. While you were dancing in the garden while singing, you didn’t notice the young boy was watching within the distance. Just when you finished the solo part of the princess, he joined in, “ The way you…” when you finally noticed the boy, you blushed and created some distance due to shyness.

“ I am sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you. It’s just I heard your voice. Your singing is quite lovely” he complimented as he held one of your hands while he scratched his head nervously. “I am..” he started to introduce himself but you stopped him, “ You’re Bruce Wayne” as you finished what he was about to say. “ Our parents know each other,” you answered. “ I am y/n Auclair” you introduce yourself as you hold his hand while looking at each other intensely.

“I guess we met before” as he broke the sudden silence.

“We have” you stuttered

“Didn’t you say we met in a dream” as you finally understood the reference he was making. It’s when the prince met the princess in the forest and started to dance together while singing the song before finally falling in love.

Only then you two started dancing together while singing the song together as Alfred watched afar as he took a picture of you two dancing together in the garden like a fairytale ending.

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You smiled at that fond memory. That was why “Once Upon a Dream” was your favorite. Not only because your mother sang that song as a lullaby if you had trouble singing or when you were waltzing with your father, but because that is how you met Bruce when you were children. A boy just wandering in the garden and a girl just singing freely with the birds.

“Dance with me” Bruce asks as he takes your hand into his. “ Of course” as you two get into a waltz position. Just the two of you alone in your own world, you danced together to the song you were singing earlier.

“I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream” sang Bruce as you two danced together. “The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam” as he sang the Prince’s line causing you to smile at him singing. While he rarely sings, you know of his secret talent of singing and enjoy listening to him sing especially if it’s just the two of you like this intimate moment.

As the song comes to an end, you two finished dancing together. You look each other in the eyes. You look at the steel blue eyes as they stare at yours with adoration and gratefulness. He didn’t hesitate to meld his lips with yours. You return the kiss as you raveled your arms around his neck as you felt him put his all into the kiss you shared. The two break the kiss the same way he entered it. Bruce grins at the dreamy sigh that escapes your lips, causing you to be flustered due to being delirious.

Alfred suddenly came in just in time in the room. “ Master Bruce, Miss Y/N, although I am glad I came at perfect timing, I must remind you two would be late to the gala.” As Alfred left to do other business. The two of look at each sharing a smile, as you to finished getting ready for the gala

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As you go to the gala, you will greet other sponsors and the elite with Bruce. Ever since people got wind of you two dating, they called you two the Prince and Princess of Gotham. Little children of the wealthy families couldn’t help but greet you and greet them with warmth, as they see you like a fairy tale princess in the dress you are in.

After that, you went backstage to get ready to sing your song. Bruce comes in to help you get ready to perform your song and cheer you on. “I have a little surprise for you after your performance” Bruce whispers into your ear after you two share a kiss. “What kind of surprised ?” You asked in a teasing smile, as you wondered. “I rather have you wait” as Bruce gives you another kiss before he leaves to join the crowd.

You went onto the stage to sing the song you chose for the charity event. As you sing your song, the moon shines on you as if the night sky clears up just to hear your voice. As Bruce sees this, he smiles as he hears your ethereal voice singing the lullaby-like song, calming the mind when people hear you sing.

As you finish your song, people applaud your performance as you curtsy. As you gracefully come off the stage, several kids come up to you, praising you for your singing skills and staring you in awe. You thanked them all as you hugged kids that came up to you. As Bruce came up to you, smiling as he was happy seeing his girlfriend smiling with the kids.

You joined Bruce as he held his hand for you to hold and guided you to the dance floor. All of the sudden the orchestra plays “Once Upon a Dream” and you two waltz to the music. “This is the surprise that I prepared for you” he said as you two danced on the dance floor like Prince and princess in fairy tales. All eyes were on both of you whenever you danced together. “They’re looking at you” you mentioned shyly to him. “ Oh believe me they’re all looking at you” Bruce said as the two continued to waltzed together as if you two were in your own world again.

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nikolliver · 1 month

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Princess or Prince, You are still Royalty

The show kept going like usual.

Script followed perfectly, none of the actors tripped at their feet, no buzzy noisy phones in the middle of the crowd.

Nothing was out of place. Except for one little detail that tormented their systems the entire performance.

In the middle of the children at the front seats, a glum purple bow remained still watching the show.

Something was wrong.

Karma was never that quiet.

“You look tired.” Geppetto asked while tapping Nana’s shoulder with a small frown.

“I’m always tired.” Nana mumbled.

“More tired than usual.” His frown grew.

The old lady sits at one of the chairs near the stage with a sigh. “Just my son failing at trying to change things for better.” She rubs her forehead. Geppetto sits at the chair on her left.

“What did he do this time?” Geppetto rolled his eyes, this is not the first time Nana was stressed by his own son. His glasses caught a small yellow spot near the bright stage playing with a plush of Moon. Their movements were reticent than usual. Karma lifted their head to stare up at Geppetto. The sparkle in their eyes were weak, they couldn’t hide it.

Geppetto tilted his head and Karma mimicked. As the lights of the stage slowly went dark, metal clicks and soft bells moved behind the curtain, a silhouette crawled to the backstage entrance. Karma’s eyes followed the dark figure while hopping slightly on their feet, hesitant.

“Hey!” Geppetto called, Karma turns in a flinch to Geppetto. “I’ll be here talking with your nana; You can play with Moon while we talk.” He speaks with a serene smile.

Karma’s expression shined with thrill. Their feet swift dragging themselves towards the backstage door almost tripping on the way.

Nana glances up at her grandchild with an exhausted smile as they ran.

Karma drifted at the hallway and found themselves starring to a dark path. The backstage was consumed by the dark, the cutout settings and props were barely visible for Karma. All they could recognize in the dark was a hanger, some makeup chairs… A dim blue-Ish smoke in the air.

A tall ominous figure lurked at the dark right in front of the hallway Karma was. The bells hanged on its body and hat jiggled with its movements as it stood on its feet, dim white lights from its eyes as it turned to glance down at Karma, its arms glowing a dim weak blue. His faceplate spins once, twice. His hat didn’t fall from his head somehow, as always, the bell on his hat jiggling with the spinning. The static grin on his face was merely visible by the reflection of his eyes in the dark.

He was just shrimping there… menacingly.

Karma lets out a snicker, causing Moon’s posture to perk up. He lurks in the dark sideways, luring as a trail of blue smoke follows his hand as he walks. Soft snickers crackling from his voice box. The child hops towards the backstage following the blue smoke trail which emanated a dim glow in the dark for them to follow. The sounds of metal clicks in the dark mixed with the sound of the jiggling bells helped the child with their locomotion in the dark.

Moon was hanged in his wire, “swimming” around and pushing makeup chairs here and there. Karma just watched the trail of smoke from Moon’s hand as he swings himself smoothly in the air. The lunar animatronic sets up a small sun-themed makeup mirror on the small table, right next to a makeup kit stage-themed and S.T.A.F.F bots stands with accessories, the lights were dim enough for Karma to see their reflection and for Moon to stay near it. He pushes a small chair towards Karma with bright purple glowing from his arms and cheeks LEDs lights. Karma ‘fancily’ sits on the chair and makes a pose with a smug, placing the Moon plush on their lap. Moon chuckles as he pushes the chair to the makeup set up. He adjusts the chair to the size of the table and swings away to the darkness.

Moon returns on a chair, stomach on the seat with legs above his head, mimicking a ‘swimming’ motion with his arms while spinning around Karma. Both the child and the animatronic chuckle in pure cheer. He extends his hand towards Karma’s plush of himself, which the child handles it for him. Moon smoothly pushes himself next to the mirror on the table, he sits the plush next to it and opens the makeup kit, theatrically presenting all the options for Karma. Lipsticks, blushes, eyeliners, a phenomenal treasure for theater kids.

Both of them exchange glances as they rub their hands like little giggling menaces, Moon wiggling his feet on the air. Karma analyzes the makeup kit, tilting their head and raising an eyebrow.

“Purple, please!” The child points at the purple blush. Moon nods, he snaps his fingers with a blue smoke and a brush falls on his hand. With his other hand, the animatronic presses a metallic finger against Karma’s bow on their head, gently lifting their head slightly upwards. He taps the brush on the blush color that Karma had chosen and carefully passes the brush against Karma’s right cheek. The child giggles. “It tickles…!” They chirp. Moon snickers as he spins his faceplate.

As he keeps brushing Karma’s face, his movements get slower as he brings the brush to the blush kit. He stares at the brush for a long second and then side-eyes Karma. The child shows a poker face… And sticks their tongue out. His head twitches to the side once, twice. His LED’s turning into his debut blue.

“You’re upset.” Moon intoned.

Karma blinks at Moon’s words. They look at their surroundings consumed by the dark and then back to Moon. “…I’m not.” Karma replied. “I’m fine, Moon!” They completed.

The answer they got from Moon was a still glare, tapping Karma’s bow slightly, his feet brought to the wire on his back, his expression was its usual static grin, but Karma could tell that Moon was narrowing his eyes at them.

“Tiny, tiny…” Moon muttered.

Karma side-eyes to their sides. “… Yes Moonman?”

“Feeling down?”

“No Moonman…”

“Telling lies?”

“No Moonman!”

“Gimme your nose.” Moon reaches a finger towards Karma’s face.

“No!” Karma squeaks, pushing Moon’s hand away.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme.” The lunatic wiggles his fingers up and down as he giggles.

Karma chuckles as they push Moon’s hand. “No! You already have a nose!”

“I’m making a collection.” Moon brushes the brush on Karma’s face, causing squeaky chuckles from the tickles.

They keep with the tickles and giggles until Karma slaps the brush from Moon’s hand. “Moon!” Karma hissed. Moon flinches with the chair away, pulling his feet to his shoulders, he freezes and pulls his hands back from them as his LEDs turn into bright white. An annoyed pout on Karma’s lips turns to a mournful face. “…Sorry.” They turn their head to the side.

Moon stood still for a moment as his lights slowly change to his usual blue, he looked at the brush on the floor and back to Karma. He stretches his arm to pick up the brush and places it on the table. He stares at the sad child for a second and takes the Moon plush from the table. The lunar one brings the plush closer to the child. “… talk?” He whispered.

Karma turned their head to see the plush slightly tilted to the side. They look at Moon, his whole arm was stretched holding the plush.

…Karma takes the plush to their hands. “Okay.” They nod at Moon.

Moon spins his legs, contorting himself on the chair, in a blink of an eye, he’s now sitting upright, clicking with excitement. For any human to do this without breaking a single part from their body is almost impossible to imagine, yet such a casual habit for this lunatic animatronic. He shrimps as he pushes himself with the chair near Karma, pulling another type of brush from the makeup kit. “Eyeshadow?” Moon tilts his head to the side.

Karma nods with a soft smile. “Yellow, please!”

Moon spins his faceplate and taps the brush on the eyeshadow color. He gently pushes Karma’s forehead upwards. “Close your eyes.” The moon whispers softly. The child obeys and close their eyelids, snickering as the brush slides softly against their face. “And tell the Moonman what happened.”

Karma peeks for a second, but Moon pokes their nose slightly indicating for them to not open their eyes as he passes the eyeshadow. “So, uh…” The child jiggles the plush hat. “My dad is trying to give me a new mom.”

Moon freezes as he takes the brush away from their face. Long seconds of silence and Karma peeks opening one eye to see a looming lunar animatronic with dead fish eyes staring at the void. His LEDs merge from purple to red. “… Moon?” The child calls. His faceplate ticks and tocks, spinning slowly like a clock. His LEDs returns to blue as his eyes turn down to Karma as his faceplate turns upside down, so he might be looking upwards?... The sounds of the bell on his hat as he corrects his faceplate distract the child from the thoughts.

“… Apologies.” Moon sighed. “Sun just had a seizure in here.”

“Pfft-” Karma covers their mouth with the plush.

Moon wiggles the brush close to Karma’s face and they close their eyelids.

“New mom…” Moon mumbles. “Did he find any?” He tilts his head.

“This is the third woman that dumps on him.”

Moon snickers as his LEDs turn into a brighter blue, the brush flinched slightly on his hand. Karma chirps with the tickling brush on their face. “Have you liked any?” Moon presses their forehead.

The child remains thoughtful for a moment. “…Not really.” Moon pulls the brush away and Karma opens their eyes.

“Were any of them naughty?” Moon tilts his head to the sides, analyzing his work.

“I think...?” Karma cuts their shrug with a blink. “Wait, no. Only two of them were evil.”

Moon hums as he pulls the S.T.A.F.F bots stands with the accessories nearby. His LEDs turning into darker blue. “What had them done?” He spins the bots slowly for Karma to analyze the accessories.

“The first one dumped on my dad after she found a weird magazine about woman that my dad had hidden under his side of the mattress.” Karma points at a green hairclip. “That one.”

Moon freezes, LEDs turning into a green-Ish tone, only moving his hand to take the clip and side-eyes Karma. “Being sunny nosy?” An audible grin on his voice box.

Karma giggles. “Nana told me to keep an eye on my dad~” They hum as Moon carefully places the hairclip on their… well, hair.

“Did you…” Moon paused. “Checked the magazine?”

Karma shook their head. “Nope, just saw the cape.” The turn their head to the mirror. “There was a woman with a weird bikini on it.”

Moon shrinks awkwardly, the green on his LEDs getting stronger. “…Don’t look inside magazines like that.” He spins the S.T.A.F.F bots.

“I won’t, don’t worry.” Karma pats the moon plush. “The next one was worse.”

“What had she done?” Moon stretches his neck frontwards.

Karma points at a white necklace, a frown forming on their expression. “She was a true witch…” They shrink on their shoulders. “She almost ruined my crawly parade!” They exclaim with bitterness.

A raspy gasp comes from Moon’s voice box. “No no…” He shook his head, his blue turning into red.

“I almost lost one of my froggies!” The child almost jumps on their seat.

Moon brings his hand to his mouth, shaking his head. “Oh no no…”

Karma crosses their arms. “That one was an evil witch…” They mumble.

“Evil evil…” Moon takes the white necklace near Karma, whose sit upright on their seat. He smoothly places it around Karma’s neck. The child tilts their head on the mirror. The lunar one tilts his head to the side, glancing down patiently.

“…And the last one?” Moon hushed. Karma’s frown turns to discommodity, their head turn down to their feet, kicking the air weakly.

“…” Silence from the child. Moon leans down to his side, turning his faceplate upside down. “… She tried to dress me as a… ‘boy’.” Karma whispers.

Moon smoothly straightens his posture on his seat, the red changed into a withered green. His eyes locked down on Karma’s face in a long minute of silence. He could feel the bow on their head wither with their sadness. Oh, how much they hated to see Karma like that.

“…” The animatronic followed the silence along. “… do you feel like a boy?” Moon rests his elbow on his knee.

“…So.” Karma hugs the moon plush. “I… Technically ‘am’ a boy… At least that’s what everyone tells me.” They frown. “But… I don’t know…”

Moon leans his head closer. “…Your name?” He spins his faceplate.

“Here’s the thing. I have a ‘boy’ name.” Karma gestures with their fingers. “My dad gave me and I hate that name…” They hiss. “’Karma’ is the name that I like best, but everyone treats it like a nickname for me. So, they don’t take it so seriously.” They hold the moon plush to face them. “Only my mom and Nana actually understand that… I’m not sure if I want to stay as a boy or not.” The child holds the plush by its hands.

Moon drums his fingers on his chin and knee. “…Feel like a girl?”

“I don’t know…” They murmur.

“You can be both…” He tilts his head to the side. “You can be neither.” He tilts to the other.

“Ughhh.” Karma groans as they sink on the chair. “I don’t know…” They drop the plush on their face.

Moon clicks. He gently pushes the plush from their face to it fall on their lap. The animatronic carefully pats the child’s head. “No need to hurry.” Moon spoke softly.

Karma looks up to Moon and holds one of his long metal fingers with both of their hands. His hand turns to hold their tiny hands on his large palm, Karma sits straight on their seat and starts tapping their hands on Moon’s palm.

“You know…” The child speaks. “Despite all of that… I still like dressing up as a princess.” They place the plush hand on Moon’s palm.

“You are still a princess.” Moon replies. “Girl or not.” He closes his fingers glowing purple, holding gently the small hands, he pats the child with his other hand.

“I like dresses though…”

“So do I.”

“You’re an animatronic, it doesn’t count.”

…Moon rests his hand on Karma’s head for a minute, his dead fish eyes freeze as his head lifts upwards. “…” He opens his hand, letting go from the smaller hands. “Brb.” Moon is yanked by his wire to the darkness above. Karma looks up just to listen metal clicks and bells giggling away.

Now even a minute and Moon returns doing a somersault, rolling like an armadillo. He sits next to Karma like a dog with an old paper on his teeth, but spinning his faceplate. The child can’t help but laugh when Moon leans the paper to Karma.

On the paper there was a doodle of a ‘sun king’ and a ‘moon queen’. Karma can recognize Geppetto’s art style from any time, he had shown them multiple of his concept arts. The child looked at Moon and then the paper, for each turn their eyes seemed to get brighter and brighter.

“YOU WERE A QUEEN??” Karma exclaimed jumping on their seat, the plush almost fell but Moon picked it before it could hit the floor.

Moon replies with a giggle as his LED’s turn into pink. “Maybe maybe…” He scratches his faceplate with a finger. He places the plush back to Karma’s side.

Karma wiggled their feet in ecstasy as they stare at the paper. And they stop. “Wait a minute…” Their expression remains thoughtful. “… Did Geppetto made that choice or it was you?” The child tilts their head to Moon.

Moon drums his fingers on his faceplate, his eyes turn to the side.

The papers on the table, the sound of his fingers on the keyboard, that numb feeling weighting in its entire metal shell, the dusty rust in its joints. The old man said a single word, causing it to grip the table in front of the rusty animatronic. There were other people in the room, he flinched and backed away. How much it hated to be called like that, now finally aware of its own code. The old man didn’t scream like the others. He wasn’t running from the animatronic. He was… reassuring it? The people told him to run, but he didn’t. He finally called the animatronic. “Moonman”. Still with affliction. It stared for a long minute… It returned to its seat. It was enough.

“… He listened.” Moon looks down at Karma. The child blinks and handed back the paper to the animatronic, which slid the paper under his hat.

“You know what?” Karma held the plush. “It kind of makes sense that Sun was supposed to be a king before.” The child side-eyes with a smug.

“A flamboyant stuck up for sure.” Moon audibly grins in his voice box. Karma snickers along with the lunatic animatronic. “He’s now bonking me in here.” The child then crackles.

Karma makes a grabby motion towards Moon, which holds gently the child on his metal arms glowing bright purple. The small one bumps the plush against Moon’s face. “You guys are the best.” Karma giggles. “You two have some sort of a ‘mom and dad’ dynamic, I don’t know…”

The child’s words made Moon freeze in an instant. His LEDs flashed into white.

“Does that make Eclipse like, your child or something?” Karma obliviously asks while playing with the plush on their hands. They look up to Moon completely static while staring at nothing, fourth wall break style.

He looks down at Karma. Pats their head. And brings the child’s feet back to the ground. “Geppetto and Nana are done talking. Go.”

“…Okay.” Karma nods while removing the hairclip and necklace, handling it to Moon. “And Moon…” The lunar one clicks. “Thanks for that… And it was really fun!” The small one smiles at the animatronic.

“Your happiness is my only goal.” Moon bows at Karma like a gentleman, and the child bows back.

The voice of the old lady echoed through the corridor. The child skips to the bright exit of the room. Moon simply observes the child drifting away.

…He stared at his metal palm, the LED’s turning off. He wiggled his fingers, focusing on the clicking sounds.

Their small hand was growing. The child is getting older. Would he be able to easily carry them once they grow up? Would he follow up with their age?...

…

Moon clenches his fist. The wire hooked on his back and he is yanked to the dark above.

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