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Eric Balfour as Duke Crocker Haven 1.11 "The Trial of Audrey Parker"
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Desert Haven, Meymand, Kerman, Iran,
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hollandorks · 8 months
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haven - masterlist
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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader
Summary: After the sudden deaths of her mother and grandmother, y/n is forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke her heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, she vows to get to the bottom of her former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what she's expecting. Childhood friends to lovers & investigative reporter reader!
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Interlude 1 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Interlude 2 Chapter 13 Chapter 14
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Yu and Kay in Haven
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Stubbornness.
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HAVEN (2010 - 2015) ↳ 1x11 ― The Trial of Audrey Parker
Duke Crocker [ 1 / ??? ]
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[FA] Kay - Haven Tickle Torture
This may be a niche choice, but here's Kay (Haven Game)! It was really sweet to have the opportunity to torture this adorable guy. Three more uncensured images here: https://twitter.com/KiimmoTK/status/1770214541986570554 Full-resolution uncensured pictures are on my Art Tier on DeviantArt Subs, Patreon and Fanbox. There are 23 variants [7 texts, cumshot, tickling (feet, legs, balls, dick, torso, armpits), swimsuit, chastity, gag, blindfold, faces (Surprise, resisting, laughter, orgasm, orgasm laughter)], plus PSD to make your own variants on Top Tier of Fanbox, Patreon and DevianArt Subs! Disclaimer: This page does not condone any kind of sexual violence/abuse or non-consensual sexual actions. These are fictional scenarios, and are of a consensual nature. All fictional characters portrayed here are 18 or older. | Commissions | Twitter | Tumblr | NewGrounds | Pixiv | DeviantArt | FurAffinity | Bluesky
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Self care is sketching your OC in stupid graphic tees
Most from @shiftythrifting and one from a friend >:)
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The Nest is a Class D ship that Yu and Kay stole from the Apiary. It serves as their home on Source.
Haven (2020)
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battinson! bruce wayne x f! reader
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Summary: After the sudden deaths of your mother and grandmother, you’re forced to return home to Gotham…and to the man who broke your heart three years ago. Back in Bruce Wayne’s inescapable orbit, you vow to get to the bottom of your former best friend’s new cold personality. But Bruce’s secrets aren’t what you’re expecting. a
a/n: Another brief look into Bruce's mind...there will definitely be a couple more of these. And Bruce will get his own full chapter at the climax at the story. No I will not tell you more than that. Anyways thanks for the comments and feedback, they make me write faster!
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“I’m okay,” she said, but she wasn’t sure she was.
Bruce's POV
For most of the night, all of Bruce’s thoughts were some variation of oh fuck. 
First, it was because he was certain that at any moment, y/n would recognize him. That she would call him out on the mask, lying to her, everything. The more they talked, the more tightly wound he became. 
But at the same time, he…enjoyed it. She was more open with Batman than she was Bruce. Talking to each other like strangers erased their complicated, hurt-filled past in a way that was addicting. Bruce knew that the longer things went on, the worse it would be when she figured it out. 
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. 
Then, of course, the cursing in his mind changed the moment he realized she was in danger. That he had put her in danger by bringer her along. That panic was different, deeper, more crippling. 
Bruce thought he had known true fear.
He thought he had conquered fear. He had turned into an incarnation of it. 
But then, when Alfred was almost killed by the Riddler, all of that fear had come rushing back. 
And still it didn’t hold a candle to what he had felt when that man’s gun had been trained on y/n. Even with the Riddler terrorizing the city, even with Alfred almost dying, at least y/n had been safe in Bludhaven. 
Now that she was back in Gotham she was in danger. He had almost lost her. That fear was…unprecedented. It had nearly killed him, the sight of that gun pointed at her, the man’s intent to use it clear on his face. Like the world had stopped long enough to carve his lungs out of his chest. Long enough for him to imagine a world without her. 
Bruce didn’t care that his suit was bulletproof in those moments–he would have stepped in front of her anyways. 
The primal need to save her, to protect her, had been so strong he’d almost hit Gordon. And her new friend Martinez. He shot a glare to the man as he thought about the way he’d looked at y/n. Apparently, she texted him often. 
Bruce shifted his attention to y/n as Alfred hugged her, willing her to see him. To see him. To connect him to the Batman. He wanted her to know, even though it terrified him. Even though he didn’t know what she’d think, he suddenly ached for her to connect the pieces. After tonight, he didn’t want anything left between them. 
“I’m okay,” she said to Alfred, but he knew she wasn’t. He wished he could be the one to hold her. Batman might have been able to–she had seemed receptive enough to his touch in that alley. Leaned into it, even. But he knew it was because he hadn’t been himself. 
“Is there somewhere we can all talk?” Gordon asked. Alfred led them all into the sitting room, y/n trailing behind like a zombie. Bruce hesitated, wanting to stay back with her, imagined taking her hand and cupping her face to get a better look at the cut on her head in the light. 
Instead he sat as far away from her as he could, elbows on knees, hands clasped underneath his chin as he half-listened to ideas for security measures. 
He’d had to rush home to beat them there, to be able to change and wash his face and make it look like he’d been asleep. He’d explained, breathlessly, what happened to Alfred as the elevator rose to the top floor. They had barely stepped out of it when the other elevator opened. 
Alfred wanted to know, after asking if y/n was alright, if she had recognized him yet. 
Of course the answer was still no.
Alfred had sighed. Bruce heard their entire past arguments in that one sound. 
Two days before, when he’d gotten home, Alfred had been waiting. 
“She didn’t recognize me,” was the first thing Bruce said. A worry that was on both of their minds when Gordon had called. 
Alfred crossed his arms. He had left his cane leaning against a chair, too, likely to look more intimidating. 
“I know she didn’t, because she told me she was out with the Batman tonight.” Alfred’s foot tapped. “And if she had recognized you, I’m certain she would have come in with guns blazing, maybe even breathing fire.” 
Bruce paused. “...Right.” He wasn’t quite sure why Alfred was annoyed, then, if he knew y/n had been with him and hadn’t recognized him. Bruce started the ritual of shedding his armor while Alfred stewed. 
“The more time you spend with her, the worse it will be,” Alfred said after a long silence. “You know that, right?” 
Bruce shrugged but didn’t answer. 
“Why haven’t you told her?” 
“Because she hasn’t figured it out,” he said. He didn’t have any other good reason. Maybe because he liked spending time with her as two strangers. They had no past that way. Batman hadn’t broken her heart. Bruce had. She was easy with the vigilante, more open. More like herself than she was with Bruce. And Bruce missed her, the real her. Her humor, her smile, her laugh–things that only Batman got to see now. 
“Maybe she doesn’t want to,” he continued, voice soft as he placed the armor in its spot on a dummy. “Maybe I fucked her up so bad she can’t see me behind the mask.” 
Alfred’s silence was pointed. 
“This is the point where you’re supposed to argue,” Bruce said drily. 
“Nothing to argue with,” Alfred said, tone cold, and turned on his heel. 
Now, Alfred was giving him a pointed look across the sitting room. Bruce realized it had gone silent. Y/n was the only one not looking at him expectantly. A flush crawled up his neck at the sudden attention. 
“Sorry,” he said, but his voice was too low. Too close to Batman. He cleared his throat. “Not quite awake yet.” 
Y/n flinched. It was subtle, but it was still a flinch. Bruce’s eyebrows drew together as he wondered why she had reacted to strongly to his words. 
He had to tear his eyes away from her and refocus on the conversation about her security. Gordon said something about Bruce and Alfred being in danger, but the two of them exchanged a look, silently dismissing it out of hand. 
Bruce would do whatever it took to keep y/n safe. He had already taken four bullets for her, his chest aching, and he would take a thousand more, armor or no armor. 
She was safest in the tower with him, where he could keep her safe. Not that she knew it. Not that Gordon knew it either. 
But he and Alfred were her best bets. 
If only he could get her to stop running away from him.
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