Bruce Wayne comforting an Anxious S/O (The Batman Headcanons)
TW: anxiety, panic attacks, etc.
Don't worry, he gets it.
Being 'The Batman' does nothing to help his fraying nerves. Bruce understands than most partners don't experience.
When he isn't acting as Gotham's unofficial vigilante, he'll sit with you when a panic attack occurs.
Sitting cross legged apart from the other, he'll search your face for any signs that you're having a difficult time. Are your eyes dilated? Are fingernails being chewed? Hair being twirled? He's on the lookout.
King of deep breathing. Meditates and practices yoga when not training, crime fighting, or working on economical endeavors. He'll guide you through it.
Quietly reading classic literature in Wayne Manor's library, snuggled up together on an antique sofa. Will read aloud if you aren't reading yourself, any book of your choice.
Freshly steeped tea.
Is truly fanciful and crosses all his 't's and assures 'i's are dotted when it comes to you. There's a lot of little things he does with a chic riche spin. Like a cashmere blanket and tea tins from London.
Is a little clingy...when he has time. Wants to make sure you're comfortable.
Sometimes use's Alfred as an emotional support proxy. The man has surrogate father vibes and will gladly extend them to Y/N if needed.
Serene walks through the manor's expansive gardens. It's all gothic and slightly off putting. However, it's easy to take solace in the gargoyles when Bruce is there.
Recently, I read Joshua M. Patton's article from the CBR website that compared Tyler Hoechlin's portrayal of Superman to Henry Cavill's portrayal of Superman. As much as I like Hoechlin's portrayal in “Superman & Lois”, the idea that he can "rehabilitate" Cavill's portrayal is the biggest load of shit I have ever read. There was nothing wrong with Cavill's portrayal as far as I'm concerned. If anything, I found it to be a great breath of fresh air. And I'm getting sick and tired of fans like Mr. Patton who keep demanding that Superman be some one-dimensional Boy Scout or close to being one. And when they get this portrayal, they complain that Superman is not complex enough. Fans like Mr. Patton are so damn fickle. Zack Snyder was right to show how fickle human beings can be in both "Man of Steel" and "Batman v. Superman". As for Mr. Patton, he can take his article and shove it up his ass. If I'm being rather hostile, it's because after six to eight years since the releases of Snyder’s movies, I've just had about enough of this shit.
Batgirl x Reader
Request by @batgirlspain
You were what would be called the person in the chair for the Bat family. You’d track crimes across Gotham and give the details to Bruce, Dick, Tim, and Babs.
Babs, your best friend and confidant. You didn’t know she was Batgirl until she snuck back into her room one night, forgetting that you were there for a hangout with her.
“You’re the Batgirl?!” You tried to whisper shout.
“Uh…I came back from a costume party?” She said with a shrug. You were not convinced.
It was from that day on that you became part of the Bat family. You’re not agile like Dick or Tim but you can hack any computer or security system. So you operate as the person in the chair.
Babs had that job while she was recovering so she gave you the run down.
So that brings you to tonight. Babs was patrolling the docks. You heard murmurs of Scarface and Ventriloquist in the area. And then it all went dark. Babs was off radar.
“Batgirl?” You whisper over your headset. “Bats! Speak to me!”
“That bat dame can’t come to the phone right now,” the Frank Sinatra like voice of Scarface comes through, “you want her alive, or at least mostly, the entire Bat posse will stay clear of the docks from now on.”
You’re speechless. Babs’ cowl camera shows the warehouse interior and the Ventriloquist with her comm.
“You have till midnight to respond,” the last thing that’s heard over the headset. ￼
You shutter. Bruce trained you in the basics of stealth and combat but you’re not an expert. But Babs needs you. You run to the armory and gear up.
The clock was ticking. It was five minutes to midnight and the Ventriloquist heard nothing. His men were growing restless.
Babs hung chained on the nearby wall. The guards were playing cards rather than watching the hostage.
“Where are you,Bats?” The ventriloquist wonders when…
Boom!￼ the ceiling above illuminates and explodes.
You crash through the ceiling and smack the first guard clean across the face with one of Dick’s Bo staffs. You throw another batarang which cuts Babs off the wall.
She lands in a classic superhero landing. “What are you doing here?!”
“Not the first thing I’d thought I’d hear you say. Maybe thanks.” You smirk.
“Where’s the￼ others?” Babs asks as she plants a goon like a tree.
Blam! Blam! Scarface opens fire. The dummy has surprisingly good aim.
You and Babs narrowly dodge the hail of bullets. Another batarang nails the ventriloquist in the face. The villain falls to the ground, out cold.
Damian Wayne leaps into the fray. “You see this why I always carry a sword. Less chances of getting captured.”
“Not now Robin” Babs says as she kicks another goon across the room.
You fire off a stun round from your gauntlet, incapacitating the last goon.
The three of you walk out the front door right as the Batmobile pulls up and out steps Batman.
“You all okay?” Is all he says. Babs nods. Bruce responds with a nod and then drives off into the night.
“You did pretty good,” Babs compliments you.
“Thanks but I’ll stick to being a last resort. Back to the computer screen for me.” You say but Babs grabs you
“How about a burger first?”
How could you say no? A good burger and some good company. Nothing better.
actually obsessed w the fact that bruce the hyena was an actual dog that was CGI’d to look more like a hyena instead of a green cgi man
Bruce Wayne: *in the checkout line because Alfred forced him to go to the store to be seen in public for once and has literally only grabbed a bag of shredded cheese and a juice*
Cashier: Next please, hello Bruce how are you today?
Bruce: *staring intently at a pack of gum to avoid eye contact while he puts his items on the counter* im fantastic thanks
Cashier: That’ll be 6.84. Got yourself a snack, honey?
Bruce: *vibrating as he hands her 7 ones* yes here you go
Cashier: *hands him change*
Bruce: *drops the change on the counter, is visibly mortified and about to astral project*
Cashier: Oh sorry, my fault!
Bruce: *moments from collapse* noitwasminekeepthechange *speed walks out of the store gripping the bag of cheese so hard it almost pops*
Alfred: *returns home to see Bruce in the fetal position on the couch with an empty bag of shredded cheese* “And how was the trip to the store, Master Bruce?”
Warner Bros. is really reaping what they’ve sowed.
First they fired Johnny Depp from Fantastic Beasts and replaced him. Only for it to bomb hard in the theaters.
They kept Amber Heard in Aqua Man 2, only for people to boycott. And we all know it’s gonna bomb too.
They fired Ray Fisher for speaking out against Joss Whedon and against the racist treatment. Now they’re stuck with Ezra Miller, who’s been arrested twice already for literally assaulting people. Now the Flash movie has been postponed and I doubt anyone has an urge to see it.
They’re gonna go down as a studio who punished and fired two victims, while supporting a literal abuser and a violent felon.
They’ve got no one to blame but themselves.