#i need to write these things down because bruce would never forget

[evasive-anon]

Jason Attacking Tim at Titans Tower

Fanon vs Canon

We've all seen the versions in fanfiction but I'm not so sure everyone's seen the original so if you're one of those batfam fans who doesn't want to read the comics (regardless of reasons) but you are curious about how it actually went this is for you.

What I'm addressing:

What does Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Did Jason drug all the other Titans?

Did Jason really wear a Robin costume?

Did Jason slit Tim's throat or call him replacement?

Did Jason actually break Tim's bo staff?

Was Tim crying or scared?

Did Jason write a message on the wall in Tim's blood?

Did Jason's eyes glow green?/Did he follow pit rage mechanics?

Panels and details below. This is a LONG one.

What did Jason actually say to Tim during the attack?

Dialogue in fanfiction during the Titans Tower attack varies based on what kind of fic you're reading but usually its either 'time to clip Replacement's wings' if its staying a beatdown whump 'or oh no precious lil bby why is no one watching you' if its an accidental child acquisition. Not judging either option, but this ain't about them its about the real shit.

Look at these opening lines:

Hey, Tim. I was here first.You're the Red Hood. You've been cleaning up Gotham the easy way. Easy? What do you know about easy, Tim? You had a father that looked after you. You went to a private school, right? You slept in a bed. I slept on the streets, I lived in the alleyways in Gotham. Trying to survive. Until Bruce took me in. I trained as hard as I could. I did whatever he asked. . . at least at first. But it didn't matter. They said I wasn't tough enough to be robin. But today, they say you are. Show me, Tim. Show me what you have that I didn't.

Jason really puts himself out there in all of his dialogue in this encounter, the struggle of having to fight for anything and everything he got in life, even the things that came to everyone else for free, and then being told he wasn't even good enough for the things he fought for.

There's a trope in fanfics that if Jason knew Tim stalked Batman and forced his way into being Robin that it would change how Jason felt about the situation but that's even addressed in this comic:

You were a kid, worried about how Batman was spiraling down into darkness. You spent weeks tracking the dark knight. Solving a mystery no one else could. You discovered who he was behind that mask. Millionaire Bruce Wayne. You were so pleased with yourself, I'm sure that you forgot who you were really dealing with. I know Bruce Wayne. And let me tell you, Tim if someone was trying to find out who Batman really was. If someone was stalking him for weeks. He'd know about it. You can't be that good. I am. He let you find him. And I bet he said the same thing to you as he did to me, didn't he? That you had a talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light to his darkness. Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Tim saying 'I am' is really such a moment that doesn't come through in text because he is right that he really did do that but I also completely understand why Jason wouldn't believe it.

TBH my favorite part is how done Tim honestly sounds with Jason thoughout all his trauma dumping. Like imagine a grown man who used to work the same part time job as you breaking into your house, dressing up in your work uniform, ranting about how much the job ruined his life while he beats your ass??? God, and he probably had to write a fucking report about it after. RIP Timmy.

What do you want? Do you want to be Robin again? Is that it? You... want to take it away from me? Why in the hell would I ever want that? Don't you get it? When I died no one cared! No one remembered me. Are you completely insane? No one could forget you. I've spent my entire career wearing this mask under your shadow. I had to convince Batman to let me try this. All because he'll never stop blaming himself for what happened to you. You ask me, that's the only reason he hasn't taken you down. He's holding back. But me? No freakin' way. That's the Robin I wanted to see. Still. You do realize the whole idea of training a teenager to fight against something he'll never eradicate is a mistake. It didn't even surprise anyone when I died. When I failed. I failed-- but I'm still beating you. Do you think you're that good now?! Do you really, Tim? Yes.

Tim bashing Jason across the face as he says 'no freakin' way'? *chefs kiss*

Jason drugging the other Titans to knock them out?

Little bit true, Kory was actually just already away from the tower and BB and Cyborg were about to bounce because of the drama going on with Donna's return but Jason like super tazes them and then drugs Raven who he thought already went through enough shit without him knocking her out violently.

Note: Jason says in the text here that he never rolled with Cyborg or BB but like he actually did in some comics so?? The continuity is lie I guess idk.

Did he show up in Red Hood gear or a Robin costume?

Both tbh but he spent most of the time in the Robin costume but bro actually made a stripper rip away version of his Red Hood gear so he could dramatically reveal the Robin costume underneath. I can't believe no one ever includes that in their fics its so fucking funny.

Does he call Tim 'replacement' or slit his throat?

No, this came from a Batman comic with Hush not Teen Titans. That incident takes place in a graveyard not Titans Tower and he calls Tim pretender not replacement.

Does Jason break Tim's staff?

Tragically, no. The bo staff snap would have been iconic. Instead he just takes Tim's staff and beats Tim up with it and breaks stuff. BUT!! He uses it to bust a statue in the TITANS MEMORIAL ROOM which is a place in Titans Tower just for having statues of dead previous titans and Jason is rightfully pissed he didn't get one. Like Tim is correct in saying no one forgot him still but like I would be hurt too if all my friends made cool statues of friends that died and then just left my zombie ass out, like wtf.

Note: I am seriously losing my shit that I have never seen someone bring up the memorial room in a fanfic. That is so much angst material. 😭

Tim crying/ being scared?

Hell no. He's a fucking Robin you know he's being a sassy boy the whole time, even towards the end when he's about done he's still saying he's her and I love Tim for that.

Note: There are a few different times where Tim does a flippy Robin move and then Jason just fucking copies it like flexing that he can do it too, and its just so petty and stupid he's trying so hard to be better than an actual child. 💀I get why in the context of the situation but its still so ridiculous.

Message on the wall in Tim's blood?

TBH I really don't know for sure on this one?? Like its implied that he did but Tim isn't bleeding all that much throughout this beatdown and like we don't see Jason do it just the Titans reacting to seeing it after. It could be Tim's blood, it could be red paint, and it could even be that Jason packed an actual bucket of blood to bring with him to write a message with after he finished. TBH the world is your oyster on this one.

Note: If anyone can find another comic where this event was brought up where they actually clarify it was Tim's blood hmu and I'll update this but I couldn't find any.

Pit rage/ glowing green eyes?

Fanon only at this point in the comics. Jason is seems to be himself and even thinks Tim and his friends are pretty cool at the end, and he's just like reflecting on if he had good friends if he would have turned out better as he leaves.

#tim drake #jason todd #red hood #robin dc #teen titans #comic panels #jason and tim #teen titans 2003 #dc comics #panels are from teen titans (2003) issue 29 #i would never tell anyone they have to read comics but i do think seeing the original scene of fanon favs is good #not because you need to follow them but because its good to know what you're taking inspo from #jason attacking tim at titans tower #LONG POST

[strangersteddierthings]

Childhood friends AU Idea

Steve and Eddie are best friends who make plans to learn the elvish alphabet from The Hobbit so that they can pass notes without worrying about other people reading them.

The end of the school year (Eddie in 6th, Steve in 5th) brings a sadness to the two. Eddie's going to middle school and Steve's not yet, but they can hang out on weekends, and they have all summer so no worries. (Also, it gives Steve a little more time to learn elvish, since it'll be a whole year until they're in the same school again.)

Except yes worries because two weeks into summer, Eddie vanishes. When Steve bikes to his house to investigate, the whole house is empty. Packed up and gone. Steve goes to Wayne for answer and all he gets is a smile that doesn't really reassure and words of "his dad got a job opportunity, had to move on short notice. But don't worry, kiddo. I'll get you the number to their new place so you can call."

He learns elvish anyway. It's harder without Eddie to help but he's determined. Eddie might return, or maybe he'll get an address one day. Send a letter to Eddie in full Elvish.

Steve never gets a number or address. Summer ends and sixth grade comes. He doesn't want to forget all the elvish he's learned, just in case. So, he decides to keep a journal. He can write all about everything that's happening and when he sees Eddie, he can give it to him. It's a double win. Eddie will know everything he's missed out on AND it'll help Steve practice elvish.

Sixth grade ends. Eddie doesn't return. Steve did make friends with Carol Perkins though, so he's not as lonely. He hopes Eddie made a new friend, too. But not a new best friend. That's Steve's position, always.

Seventh grade brings Tommy Hagan, but still no Eddie. It brings a growth spurt and sports. Steve likes the easy camaraderie that comes with sports teams. It's like having a lot of friends, which Steve will only admit to needing in his journal. Needing many little connections of friendship to hold together the big hole Eddie left behind.

The summer between seventh and eighth grade brings him a Bruce Springsteen concert. He'd never thought of a boy kissing another boy until he'd witnessed it on stage but he thinks about it a lot after. The end of that summer brings an awaken he refuses to shy away from even if he has to hide it

Eighth grade brings popularity. Steve's good looking, rich, and liked among his peers. It brings the first (and last) time his dad says he's proud of him.

(Steve will spend the rest of his high school career chasing his father's approval.)

Freshman year brings Eddie back, but he's different. His hair is longer and his clothes are darker and he's distant. Defiant and angry. Steve would recognize him anywhere, dressed in anyway.

Eddie doesn't want his friendship anymore. Avoids him in the halls and cafeteria, but Steve is nothing if not persistent. He writes a full letter in elvish to slip into Eddie's locker, but Eddie catches him. Shoves the letter back, unopened, unread, with a harsh whispered, "Don't you get it Harrington? I don't want to be your friend. Fuck off."

Steve doesn't understand why. Not until the table top rants start. Conformity and jocks and brain-dead rich kids who get by on favoritism.

It hurts. Steve feels his heart break the day he finally gets the not-so-subtle messages drilled into his mind. Eddie hates sports, and rich people, and stupid people. Eddie hates all the things that Steve is.

Eddie hates him.

Sophomore year brings Steve a lot of things. It brings the acknowledgment that he was probably in love with Eddie, the way his heart twists the day he sees Eddie flirting with a girl in the hallway, the way he wants the lights out when hooking up with someone so he can imagine a different person pressed against him, the way he gravitates towards brunettes with brown eyes and the flickering hope it might make Eddie jealous. (The way he'd said the wrong name when Brent went down on him, too absorbed in the fantasy of someone else to get it right. Brent hadn't been offended by it, he'd been thinking of someone else, too. Steve finds solidarity for a little bit, until the school year ends and Brent leaves Hawkins.)

Junior year turns Steve's life upside down (pun intended) with monster's coming out of walls. There's probably a lot more he should write about but his journal's pretty empty this year. Too traumatized to document. (Too afraid of what Eddie would say because Steve still writes in his journal like he plans on sending it to Eddie one day. Better to write nothing than sound crazy.)

And halfway through his senior year (don't think about how he's in it with Eddie, about the 4 classes they share, about how Eddie still won't meet his eye) he wants to fade into the background. Nancy and he break up. She's with Jonathan and he hears the whispers of how pathetic he is to be eating lunch with his ex and the guy that 'stole' her. Steve knows that's a lie, Nancy made her choice, and no one can say otherwise, but it hurts to hear. He can't be bothered to try and make new friends. How would he explain the nightmares? The skittishness. The fear of the dark, of pumpkin patches, of his own damn pool now that he's had time to process last year?

Then, the next year brings him Robin. Well. First it brings him an embarrassing uniform and then Russian torture (don't think about it. Don't think about how he'll shorthand the stock list by writing it in Elvish sometimes. Don't think about how the Russian's almost believe they just work for Scoops until they find the stock list in his pocket. Don't think about how they don't believe that the strange script they can't identify isn't proof he's a spy), but in the end he gets Robin. A Platonic Soulmate who understands the hidden side of him. She asked if he was ever in love, and he thinks of the Eddie he used to know, longs to know again, and describes her instead. She rejects him in the softest way possible and then confesses about Tammy, and he confesses about Eddie in turn.

1986 brings Eddie back into his life in the worst way possible. With a bottle to his neck and them both acting like they've never spoken before. It brings twisting guts as Steve lies awake thinking about Eddie alone in a boathouse instead of sharing a bed with him like they used to in elementary school. It brings Steve leading them to Skull Rock (popularized as a make out spot but started as a set of boys' favorite place to play pirates during the summer). Dustin and Eddie make references Steve pretends to not know, despite his own copies of The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings and the numerous amounts of notebooks turned journals with elvish scrawled throughout.

There's a trek through the Upside Down. In another universe, Steve imagines he and Eddie talk. In this one, Robin sticks to his side like an extension of him (which she is), and glares at Eddie every time he looks in Steve's direction. Robin knows everything, knows it all, because there are no secrets between them.

They make plans to stop Vecna, once and for all, and Robin confesses she has a fear. That it won't turn out okay this time, but they have to try anyway. Steve clinks his bottle against hers and looks across the field to Eddie and Dustin. The stakes feel so much higher this time.

"I'm going to talk to Eddie if we survive. Make it right," he says.

"No. He's going to make it right because you didn't do anything wrong," Robin says, which is more support than he thought he'd get given the grudge she holds in his favor.

Eddie said make him pay and Steve does. Nancy advances, shotgun shot after shot and Steve's bounding down the stairs. Vecna beats him to the ground floor but not by much.

A hatchet's not the best tool to remove a head with but he manages. When he looks up, Nancy and Robin are looking down, both approving.

They find Dustin sobbing over Eddie and- and-

Steve's certain he's broken several of Eddie's ribs but he's breathing again, Nancy finds his pulse beneath all the blood, and Robin's retrieved the cut sheets to make bandages out of. Nothing is clean in this world, infection could kill him later, he might not save Eddie like he wants, but fucking Christ, at least if death claims him, it'll be on the right side of the world in a hospital.

Dustin, Robin, and Steve are at Eddie's side when Nancy leads Wayne into the room. They knew she went out looking for him (Steve was going to but Nancy had shoved him back in the chair with a look that left no room for argument) but even so they're startled by him.

Wayne has always been stoic and reserved, so it's no surprise to Steve when he just lets out a low whistle and says, "of all the people I might see here, you weren't one of 'em."

Steve swallows thickly and says, "well. I am. Here, I mean."

And Wayne gives him a watery smile and crosses the room. Pulls Steve into a hug that Steve thinks he probably wants to give to Eddie instead, but Eddie's not awake and standing and Steve is. But then Wayne says, "I told Eddie he couldn' chase ya away. That if he just talked to ya, you'd understand. He tried so hard to make ya hate him, and for what? For ya to be at his bedside anyway."

And Steve sobs. Loud and ugly and suddenly Dustin's there, and so are Robin and Nancy, and it's probably the most awkward hug for all the others but it's the best hug Steve's had in years. He doesn't even care that he's crying because how can he? Wayne's all but confirmed that Eddie doesn't hate him, maybe never hated him. That Eddie has an explanation, a reason for it all, and all he wants is Eddie to wake up and tell him.

Steve finally gets his apology two days after Eddie's release. It's the first time they've been alone together since- well, since elementary school. Wayne drove him here then lied about needing to check on something and said he'd be back in an hour or so before abandoned them to the awkward silence in Steve's living room.

"I'm sorry, Steve!" Eddie blurts out loudly, then looks startled by his own yelling.

"I know. I forgive you."

"You shouldn't."

"I know. Still do anyway. Would like to know what happened, though."

And Eddie tells him. How his father's debts came calling and they ran. How his mom got sick real fast, and his father's crime spree and prison sentence following her passing. How Eddie discovered the same thing about himself that Steve did but didn't have the same acceptance of himself. Hated that another thing marked him as Other. Freak.

He tells Steve how he couldn't let Steve back in because he was afraid of losing him again if he ever learned.

"I didn't think you'd be okay being friends with a faggot," Eddie spits the word out, dirty and mean and directed at himself.

Steve makes a decision then. "Follow me." And he helps Eddie up the stairs and into his room. Eddie sits on the bed and watches as Steve digs out notebook after notebook after notebook, until they're a tower on his bed. Then he topples them over in his search for the first.

Eddie takes the offered notebook with confusion on his face, looking from the cover, where 1978 is written on it. The summer Eddie vanished from Steve's life.

"Open it."

Eddie does and gasps. "Steve. Is this-"

"Every single one of these notebooks was written to you. For you. About you. I read The Hobbit for you. The Lord of the Rings. I learned elvish for you. I think I've been a little bit in love with you since the day we met on the playground on my second day of first grade."

"Steve," it comes out breathless and awed.

"Eddie," Steve repeats back to him, just as breathless as Eddie tosses the notebook aside and reaches for Steve instead. Hauls him in to kiss him senseless amongst the proof of Steve's devotion.

#steddie #fic #this was supposed to be a paragraph or two #why am i like this #steve has a complicated relationship with his parents #but they arent terrible #the picture descriptions have translation for the elvish if you wanna know what Steves been writing in his journals

[starry-bi-sky]

i have been unmedicated for the entirety of spring break and thus have had little interest in writing this down, but i have been thinking about this for the entire week (as well as a dpdc clone danny au that resulted in it becoming its entirely separate batman au that includes a teenage vigilante bruce wayne, an ocarina, and me entirely incapable of making a batman au without making bruce dirt poor but we're not talking about that) and so i've finally went 'fuck it' and forcibly grabbed my laptop. I will get this done in one sitting even if it kills me.

BUT. This is about neither clone^2 danny nor about who i am calling Ocarina Batman. This is about my Danyal Al Ghul Au and more SPECIFICALLY it's me thinking about his relationship with Sam and Tucker specifically.

Tucker and Sam? Adore this asshole (affectionate) with every fiber of their being. And it is very much a reciprocated feeling, but Danny's thoughts will not be delved into much other than he would kill for them.

Tucker? The only person currently capable of getting a deep, loud, belly laugh out of Danny. Sam can get him to smile and to laugh, but it's the kind that's a chuckle-under-the-breath. The quiet, looks-down-while-huffing laughter. Snorts once with laughter and then grins stupidly.

But Tucker? Tucker can crack a slew of stupid jokes and Danny will be incapacitated for the next five minutes because he's laughing so hard that he can't breath. He lands one well-timed pun or quip and Danny will be close to tears. His laughter is their favorite sound in the whole world.

Sam is lowkey jealous of this ability, and she's gotten a belly laugh out of Danny a few times. But alas, it is Tucker who wields this power and has gotten it the most times out of the two of them.

-

They're also both physically affectionate with Danny as much as possible. It started roughly around when they were 12-ish, a year since they befriended Danny, and they noticed that he sought after touch but never seemed to initiate (and was in some ways repulsed by it). They started slowly being more touchy with him. Hooking a finger around his to lead him somewhere, tapping his wrist, looping arms. Little touches, grabs, etc, to get him used to it, and once he started doing it back they started increasing it.

It's gotten to a point where he will now just. Lay on them. Like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. Leaning on their backs when they're sitting in class before the bell rings, his chin on their heads. He'll talk about anything with his arms looped around their shoulders.

If they're sitting on a couch at either of their houses, he'll lay his legs on theirs. Him and Tucker will press their feet against the other's and try and push against them (newsflash: Danny always wins, Tucker claims its the ghost strength but Danny's been winning since before his accident)

-

Naturally, both Sam and Tucker know where Danny keeps his weapons on his person, and are allowed to grab them off of him if they need it. His only requirement is that they don't lose his weapons if they take it and forget to return it immediately.

They both understand how big of a thing this is from Danny, and so they do their best to treat his weapons with a lot of respect and care because they know its his way of saying he trusts them.

-

Sam and Tucker are so fond of Danny it's insane. Like fr. That's their goddamn best friend, and they are so protective of him. Emotionally, physically, you name it. They will tear the head off a grown man if they need to, Danny's had scars since he arrived in Amity Park and Sam and Tucker both are going to find the person who put them there and make them pay for it.

One time, Tucker overheard a bunch of upperclass girls speaking nastily about Danny and about the rumors surrounding him, calling him names like 'freak', 'monster', etc. Danny was with him and heard it, and seemingly appeared unbothered by it, even telling Tucker that he was used to such rumors.

Tucker was so furious that hacked into the school system later that night and tanked those girls grades. They were kicked out of their clubs and had to go to mandatory tutoring for the rest of the year. He made sure to leave some way of letting them know it was him who did it.

And Sam doesn't like using her money for things, doesn't like abusing that wealth. So instead, whenever her parents talk bad about Danny, she causes a media incident that has her parents scrambling to deal with. She does something wild, outrageous by her parents' standards.

She heard some boys on the basketball team making fun of Danny once, similar to those girls had. She kicks up a fuss about something eco-unfriendly at school and forcibly holds a protest on the same day of the big home basketball game, forcing them to cancel the event and reschedule to a visiting school.

She anonymously donates money so that there's new uniforms for the team but oops! Looks like she "forgot" to donate enough money for them to get uniforms for all the team members, and strangely enough those boys in particular didn't get them! Looks like they'll have to wait until more money gets donated for the basketball team to get their new, nice uniforms. The old ones look so ratty in comparison, right?

And since the football team gets most of the sport money, that might just take awhile. And if (and when) they kick up a fuss? oops! Off the basketball team you go, :) such unsportsman-like behavior is unfit for the team.

(The only good thing about how corrupt the school system is is that she can use it to her advantage too.)

The both of them know that Danny suspects them for the sudden misfortune falling on these people, but he doesn't call them out on it. He's kinder than he used to be, but not kind enough to vouch for people who speak badly of him. Sometimes, he might just congratulate them on not getting caught.

Because Danny is their wonderful, hurt friend with a "slightly" Blue and Orange Moral code, and enough scars that people have been calling him a criminal (and worse) since he arrived in Amity Park when he was ten. And they'll be damned if he gets hurt anymore.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul #its kinda hard to get my thoughts in order bc i am ✨unmedicated✨ rn BUT #this is the gist of it #i could wax poetic about how much sam and tucker adore danny as their friend but alas. the wax is not waxing. it is stuck to the paper #and i am chipping it off with my nail and its getting stuck under it. #ocarina batman has been in my head since friday someone come sedate me. him and pit fighter batman too. who is ALSO a piss poor teenage #bruce wayne who instead of a vigilante and villains is a PIT FIGHTER. he fights blindfolded thats why he's called the bat #ocarina batman's Look is if you combined punk + assassins creed aesthetic together and then gave it an ocarina #the ocarina is because i thought it'd be cool if its how he and robin communicated across long distances bc they didnt have comms #because they are ✨poor✨ and live in a one room apartment in crime alley. #and also the mental image of him sitting on. rooftop ledge in the rain playing 'song of storms' from LoZ was too fantastic to ignore #like bro imagine hearing that as a criminal. you're off doing shady shit with your gang and in the distance you hear the faint and #haunting melody of an ocarina. two of them in a call and response duet. and its getting closer. and you cannot find where #siren type shit fr fr #look he has the assassins creed hood and a long ass coat that has spikes on the end that when flared out looks like the silhouette of a bat #on fucking GOD i am this 👌 close to finding an artist doing commissions to make this for me. i am frothing at the mouth #he is 17-19 years old with his little brother-son Robin. Logically Robin is Dick but in my heart of hearts the first Robin is Jason #and he has perfected the art of getting his older brother to play songs on the pan flute for him. long pitchy whine on his own ocarina #the familiar childlike 'pleeeaaaaaaase?' and he knows he's won when there is a 10s silence on the other end before his brother plays #a lullaby. #look up 'sailor moon - pan flute (relaxing) on youtube' and when there's the thumbnail of two green skinned aliens with long blue and pink #hair. click on it. THAT is the song Bruce plays. #hhhhhhhhhhh frothing at the mouth over this au sooo fucking badly

[misscinnamonroll16]

Brozone headcanons

Clay briefly took ballet. He took it to help with his balance bc he was a clumsy kid

Clay let Floyd play connect the dots with the freckles on his face when they were kids

Branch definitely thought some of the meals he missed were made by their grandma when they had actually been made by John Dory

Floyd and Bruce are often physically affectionate. Ones to often hug and just be touching the people they care about

The bros often sleep in a troll pile. They just want to be close with one another and know that the others are there

For a while, John is the only one who can read Branch's handwriting. He's used to reading the chicken scratch that was all of their handwriting at one point in time.

JD's handwriting is pretty in a way that it's hard to read.

Bruce abbreviates things all the time when he has to write it down. It doesn't make sense to the other brothers but as long as it makes sense to him

John never "officially" comes out as bi, it's just kind of found out and not made a big deal about, unless they're giving him shit for it

Clay is super skinny from the diet that all the putt-putt trolls had. His romper hides the fact that you can see each of his ribs and hip bones and vertebrae. Upon seeing that for the first time, John Dory is worried, he thinks he needs to feed Clay more. Bruce assures him that Clay is fine, just needs to work his way to larger portions

Floyd and John both have so many ex's

Floyd likes to draw his brothers while they're not paying attention. It's the way their muscles move more naturally and the different body types

Floyd has more piercings than just the one earring

John Dory loves nature. He could sit in the middle of the woods for hours just enjoying the sounds, the feeling of the sun on his skin and the wind. When it rains, he wants to just go stand in the rain

That being said, JD has tracked mud through the bunker and it pisses Branch off

JD chews on pens and pencils, never let him borrow yours unless you're ok with it getting chewed on.

If John could, he would carry Rhonda. She's his baby and he loves her.

John Dory has pretended to be eaten by Rhonda just to freak his brothers out and it worked.

Both JD and Branch have trouble sleeping so sometimes you'll find one of them in the others bed

Clay, John and Floyd often will forget what they were doing and stand there, spinning around in a circle saying "what was I doing? What was I doing?" Before either remembering or giving up for a moment to remember minutes later. It's funny for Branch and Bruce to watch as they try and remember.

Clay is a koala type cuddler. He latches on and doesn't let go. So is John and Branch.

The reason JD and Clay don't get along is because they're a lot a like. They don't see it, even if someone points it out.

Floyd can't sit in a chair properly to save his life

#trolls #brozone #trolls john dory #trolls floyd #trolls clay #trolls bruce #branch trolls #funny #trolls headcanon #trolls headcanons

[amourlyns]

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

𐙚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: in which batman visits crime alley, and the reader indulges the bat with sweet notes and baked goods.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

𐙚 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: inspired by this post. thought it was the cutest thing ever and i wanted to write it out, something short n sweet !! dedicated to @armin-ocean-eyes

⟡ ⠀ | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲. Of course, The Bat doesn’t want to jinx his nightly patrol but (…) it’s been nice.

In all honestly, it finally felt like a break. A time to hunker down and take time to focus on his parents. A stroll through Crime Alley would do. Bruce never forgets about his parents, nor does he forget that night. He comes back to remind himself of what happened. How he couldn’t stop it. How he failed to protect them. It’s a constant reminder, a punishment.

Tension never leaves Bruce’s body. He’s always so high strung, constantly prepared for fight or flight. Shoulders are tense, brows are furries and teeth are gritted. This was his very being now.

Late nights, cold and oh, so lonely. The heavy bass of boots sloshing through rain water across the concrete street. Vengeance has filled the role of Gotham’s protector for long enough to know everything about the city he tirelessly protects. He knows this city better than anyone else.

But he still can’t stomach the alleyway.

Today, Bruce doesn’t bring flowers, but he brings himself. And hopefully, that’s enough for them.

From above the street, unbeknownst to the Bat. He has an angel, a watcher if you will. The city has swallowed him whole and spat him right back at out tonight. Senses are diminished, hazy from the beatings of tonight. Usually, he’s more attentive than this.

Funnily enough, you just moved into the city of Gotham three weeks ago. It’s a dreary, dull city. But at least it’s away from home. Right? Sure, the apartment you were currently living in definitely seemed haunted and it literally oversaw the alleyway the Waynes died in. Why did no one tell you they got mugged? (…) But what could you do? It’s shitty but the only thing you could afford in this damned economy.

And dude, it was definitely haunted.

You actually thought you were hallucinating the first time you laid your eyes on it. The fucking Bat, Vengeance. Gotham Cities actuals protector? It was odd and horrifying. You expected to see him raging through the alley in his moody glory. Big, defiant, and spooky!

But he actually seemed defeated? In a way? His strides were slow. Then, he knelt down onto the pavement and stayed there. It’s weird, this habitual routine of the Bat coming by and kneeling happened constantly. Well, to be fair he did patrol your building after that. Scouring the rooftops for any signs of peril within the area.

When he was done, he would come back to your building and linger on the fire escape. Sometimes you could hear his heavy footsteps on the rooftops or the iron steps.

Now, no one ever said you were the brightest in the bunch. You moved to Gotham for goodness sake. Anyways, you decided to actually make contact with the Bat. Which in theory, sounds like a good idea because who wouldn’t want a hero in their pocket? Well, a vigilante. But you digress (…) If coming near the alley brings him down, maybe he needs a lift?

The general idea was, leave a note or a gift for Vengeance and leave him be. So, that’s how it begun.

It was the third time Bruce visited the crime alley. This time, he had the intention to make his trip revolve only around his parents.

But then he saw you.

Granted, you were definitely not expecting to see anyone or someone like the Batman at this time of night. So you scrambled off of your balcony and dropped some sort of post-it note on the way out. There were three things on Bruce���s mind. How many times have you seen him and did you know his habits or who he was? Paranoia gnaws away at his guts and creates a nasty hole in his stomach.

He was a master of overthinking.

The Bat was quick to snatch up the post-it note you dropped, taking the time to read and analyze your penmanship. Was it lined with some sort of poison? Was it a tracking device? He waits for a moment. Grunting at the words etched into the paper.

〞I don't know what you're going through but I know you'll get through it. Xoxo. 〞

Huh.

Alfred would tease him for this.

An admirer? He was stumped.

It’s been about a week since you’ve seen Vengeance, your gifts of food and ever abundant notes never stopped though. You were starting to think he changed his route ever since that night he caught you on the railing.

First off, he was terrifying up close (the man was ten feet away) and second off, how was he able to catch you. Some part of you expected the man to interrogate you or something.

He didn’t, thank goodness. But you kind of missed seeing the cryptic Bat.

On the other hand, Bruce decided to do some research on you. A through background check would never hurt and who knows if you wanted to kill him? It could all be a facade. Each baked good and beverage you left out for the Bat was analyzed and tested. It could’ve been poisoned, laced, or worst, set to detonate. He was taking precautions. But Alfred insisted it was a good gesture.

Whatever it was, you never stopped. Bruce changed his route of course, there was no reason to let his guard down. But, he did appreciate the notes. To an extent. He just couldn’t help but think of the uncertainty.

The latest one he was holding onto was nothing short of thoughtful.

〞I hope you're having a good day :) (Btw, I haven’t seen you around!〞

So for the most part you were attentive. So he could commend you for that.

Despite all of the alarms in his brain telling him to stick to the new route, he returns to the old route for your sake. The very least he could do was thank you for the messages and treats. At least, that’s what Alfred said. For once, he didn’t feel like being stubborn and listened. The first thing he saw was your silhouette against the glass of your sliding door. Then, your emergence.

Bruce is frozen in place. But you’re waving frantically and running down the steps to greet him. Should he turn away? Just leave and never show up again? What if ⸻

❛ OHMYGOSH, OH MY GOSH. YOU’RE REAL! YOU’RE HERE! I WAS STARTING TO THINK I WAS BEING DELUSIONAL AND SEEING THINGS. WHOA, YOU’RE TALLER IN PERSON. AND LIKE SCARY. SORRY, SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN THAT. WOW. ❜

You’re realizing how that sounded; Bruce notices how you cower in fear. Despite his own anxiety driving him up a wall. The least he could do was say thank you, or show his appreciation. It takes him a few moments to say anything. He can hardly hold eye contact, but it eventually comes out.

❛ I (…) I APPRECIATE IT. ❜

Well. You definitely didn’t expect him to sound like that. His response was so soft you couldn’t even tell if he was directing that towards you. It was so quiet he might as well been talking to himself⸻ and before you could even ask him another question, he’s gone by the time you look up.

Introvert much?

#𝐼 . ⁽ 𝐕 ⁾ 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎’𝚜 : writings. #spirithub #the batman 2022 #batman x gender neutral reader #batman x gn!reader #batman x you #batman x reader #dc batman #dc #dceu #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne fluff #autistic bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne fic #bruce wayne one shot #bruce wayne #angst

[lazycats-stuff]

Could you write batdad reader getting kidnapped and tortured by the court of owls because he was a top notch assassin but left them . But batfam don’t know this or maybe just Bruce so the y have to rescue him and become over protective

I can and I fricking will! I have to know, how you guys come up with these ideas, I'm jealous... Either way lets go! This a long one...

Summary: (Y/N) left his life as a Court of Owl's assassin long ago, knowing how difficult it would be. Bruce knew and they were happy together. But with a change of the Grandmaster, (Y/N) is going to be brought back to hell.

Warnings: Violence, torture, protective Bruce, protective boys, badly written fighting scenes by the author

(Y/N) knew something was wrong. Whenever Bruce came back from patrol, he was nervous, saying that there was something happening in the city. (Y/N) couldn't disagree. He noticed it too. He had friends that were underground, who were listening to the whispers about certain criminals if Bruce needed some information.

But they were nervous, hiding in the shadows. (Y/N) was nervous too. Court of Owls was far too quiet for their liking. Bruce knew that (Y/N) was nervous and afraid, knowing that Court of Owls was a sensitive subject for (Y/N). He knew what (Y/N) had been through and it was nothing short of hell.

He wouldn't allow (Y/N) to go through that again. Never again.

And he didn't know why he was nervous at work. Bruce couldn't focus on anything today. Something was bothering him and he couldn't shake the feeling off. He had a bad feeling. He even texted (Y/N) to be careful today, just in case.

(Y/N) was going to be home later than usual. He needs to meet up with his friends from the underground. They said there was something important for (Y/N) to know and he would be damned if he didn't know this new information. Apparently it was something big. He would let Bruce know later.

And that's why (Y/N) was in this shabby bar, known for being a spot for intel exchange. He was in the corner, nursing a cup of whiskey. He was a sucker for a good whiskey. And this bar had good whiskey. He looked at person who sat down across from him.

" Hello (Y/N). "

" Hello to you too, Eli. Some whiskey? " (Y/N) offered, showing him his glass.

" No thanks. I have some big news. "

Eli readjusted in his seat, looking at the table.

" Court of Owls has a new Grandmaster. "

(Y/N) drank some of his whiskey. Oh no. This is not good.

" And the word is he is looking for the Reaper. "

(Y/N) blinked a few times. That was his codename back then. He abandoned it, put it behind him. That nickname had so much blood connected to it.

He drank all of the whiskey that was in the glass. No. He had a happy life, he can't go back there. He can't leave Bruce and his boys.

" What? " (Y/N) whispered, trying to remain calm.

" According to the information I heard, he is far more dangerous then the last one. And... He is hellbent on getting you back. You need to run (Y/N). Leave everything behind and don't look back. "

(Y/N) shook his head. He can't leave. He can't leave Bruce.

" I can't. I have a family now, I can't leave them behind. "

Eli sighed at his friend's answer. There was no such thing as family in their world. Only survival and violence.

" (Y/N), you are like my brother and I always wanted you to have a good life, but forget that now. Remember the time we had to run from them? Run as if the devil is chasing you, although, there is no difference between them. " Eli said, leaning forward to grab (Y/N)'s hands.

" (Y/N), you need to run. I'm serious. I'm nothing to them, but you were their top assassin. Do you really think that they would let you go that easily? "

" Eli, I can't leave my boys. I can't... "

" You are still so stubborn my friend. I'm telling you, you need to run now. That's the only piece of advice I can give. " Eli said, standing up.

" I have to go now. Watch your back. I have a feeling they will try something tonight. "

" If I don't get back to you by midnight tonight, find Batman. "

Eli nodded, knowing that (Y/N) had alliance with Batman. He didn't know that (Y/N) was romantically involved with the Dark Knight. As much as he loved Eli like a brother, but he didn't need to know.

That call was a precaution. Bruce knew about Eli and (Y/N) told him that if something were to happen to him, go to Eli. Bruce didn't want to do that, claiming he could keep (Y/N) safe. But (Y/N) knew that Court of Owl's assassins were dangerous and skilled.

And (Y/N) had a feeling he won't make it back to the manor now. Maybe the assassin will kidnap him tonight. God only knows. He paid the bill and left the bar. He took a deep breath. He promised himself he would never go back into an assassin mode, but... It's about his survival now.

He was observant, looking at his environment and got himself ready for a potential fight. He was already very well trained, but he still trained with Bruce. Whoever trained Bruce was good. He still had a long way to go, but he felt confident enough to fight. He could only hope that he didn't have to fight.

He took his phone and was about to call Bruce, but a person jumped in front of him. He was lucky to be in an alley. He tilted his head at the person, eyeing him up and down. He put his phone into his pocket.

" Hello Wrath. I haven't seen you in a while. "

Wraith chuckled, taking a syringe from his pocket. (Y/N) knew it was some sort of sedative. He won't go down with them.

" Reaper... Would you believe me if I said that the Court missed you? "

" No. "

Wrath chuckled once more, before lunging at (Y/N). (Y/N) side stepped, making sure to trip Wrath. Then, he ran. His goal was to get out of an alley, but another assassin jumped in front of him. Now he was surrounded. Great. He didn't want to do this, but he had to. He kicked the assassin near him, making him fall to the ground with a thud. Then he ran.

He wasn't going to stay here. Not by a longshot. He climbed up to the roof. Bruce is patrolling now, (Y/N) knew it. He could only hope that Bruce would come to this area soon. Then he ran once more, knocking on the assassins of the roof. This brings back some memories... Some really bad ones.

No. He won't remember that life now. If he is caught, he is good as dead. He jumped to another roof, rolling forward. He stopped in his tracks once a familiar assassin came in front of him.

His rival in the Court. Codename Ghost. (Y/N) knew that Ghost hated him because (Y/N) was at the top. All the important missions went to (Y/N) and Ghost was stuck at the position number 2. And once (Y/N) escaped, he got the number 1 by default. Not by being better than (Y/N).

" Reaper, I can't say that I missed you. "

" I can say the same thing too. "

(Y/N) eyed the same syringe in Ghost's hands. It seems they are not supposed to harm him, but simply sedate him and bring him to the HQ. If that happens he is going to be dead.

He lunged at Ghost, knocking the syringe out of his hand. Not happening. They were fighting and (Y/N) was getting tired. He truly forgot how physical these fights can get. (Y/N) didn't train with the same intensity as before and Ghost had the upper hand in that department.

And as the result, (Y/N) got sloppy. He was kicked down on the ground and held down by others assassins ad Ghost loomed over him. He could see a smirk.

" Good night. "

(Y/N) felt his eyes closing as the sedative was administered. His only thought was his family. He thought of Bruce and the boys. He was going to get out no matter what. He was going to come back. No matter what.

Bruce was restless on patrol. He tried calling (Y/N), but couldn't reach him. He was getting more and more worried and the boys noticed. They were worried about their new dad and Bruce was being secretive. Jason was the one who broke the silence.

" Okay old man, where is (Y/N)? You know something. " The other three looked at Bruce.

" I have suspicions. And I hope I'm wrong about them. Follow me boys. "

" Where are we going father? " Damian asked.

" We are going to see (Y/N)'s friend. He will know what happened. "

And from here it was quiet. Nobody said anything as they were moving across the city quickly. The thought of kidnapping was there and the boys knew that was a big possibility, but they didn't want it to be true. Who would want to kidnap (Y/N)?

Bruce dropped onto the roof where Eli was standing. Bruce sighed as he saw Eli's face. Shit.

" What happened Eli? "

" (Y/N) was taken. "

" What is happening? Why is the city so nervous? " Bruce asked Eli, hoping for an answer.

" The Court changed its Grandmaster. And he ordered his men to bring back the Reaper. "

Bruce froze. Oh God... No... That was (Y/N)'s codename and that mean that (Y/N) was taken by the court and... No. He promised (Y/N) he would never let (Y/N) go through that hell.

" Who is the Reaper? " Jason asked, unaware that his second dad was one of the best assassins that Court of Owls had to offer.

" Thank you Eli. I know where I need to go. "

Eli nodded and then left. Now he had to break the news to the boys. Shit.

" There is something you don't know about (Y/N). He was the Reaper, the best assassin in the Court of Owls. "

And there it was. All hell broke loose. Damian was the most critical one. Bruce sighed as he listened to them.

" Okay! I get it, but he escaped. He is changed. Do you really think that I would let anybody in our home? Near you guys? " Bruce asked them.

Nobody had an answer.

" We are going to talk about this once we get (Y/N) back. We have to find him now. God only knows what they are doing to him now. "

And Bruce was right. They need to find him now because he was not okay. He was laying down on the concrete floor. His hands were tied behind his back. He just took the biggest beating of his life. They beat his torso, punched him in the face so much that they knocked out a tooth. He was completely defenseless.

He hoped that Bruce found Eli. He could only hope. He tried to roll over when he heard the door opening, but his body protested. The acting Grandmaster or the acting bastard as (Y/N) thought of him.

" I hope we can talk now when you are calm. "

" What is there to talk about? You kidnapped me because you want me to come back. "

" True. But don't forget, we gave you a home. We saved you from death. Your parents abandoned you when you were just a baby. And you turn your back on your family? "

(Y/N) spat out some more blood.

" You were never my family. You were my owners, using me as puppet for your plans. I never meant anything to you. " (Y/N) gritted out through his teeth. How dare he?

" But you were my favorite. I watched you grew up to be the best of the best. I have a big vision for this Court. And you are going to help me fulfill it. But I need to break you first. You need to be the assassin I know you can be. And the sooner you realize that nobody is coming for you the better. "

(Y/N) coughed some more, mumbling curses under his breath. He won't give in. No matter what he says, he won't believe him.

" I can't wait to see you back as the number one assassin. "

And with that (Y/N) was left alone. He closed his eyes, thinking of Bruce. Bruce was going to find him. He just needs to be patient.

Bruce and the boys were relentless in their search. They weren't going to go home until they find him. Bruce was not going to give up. It's been approximately 5 hours since (Y/N) was taken. Anything could have happened to him.

" Father? "

" Yes Damian? "

" Do you really love (Y/N)? "

Bruce glanced at his son. They took a break on the roof. They needed to regroup and rethink. He smiled at the thought of (Y/N). He always brought a smile on his face.

" I do. I wouldn't allow him to meet any of you if I wasn't one hundred percent sure. "

" Does he love us? " Jason asked. He was as suspicious as Damian. but to a lesser measure.

" Yes. He loves you like you are his own children. "

Jason nodded, going back to his thoughts.

" Okay, where do we find him? " Dick asked everyone, rubbing his eyes.

" I may have something gentlemen. " Alfred came in from the comms. " There is some suspicious activity at the Gotham City Cemetery in Bristol. Well, next to it at least. It's worth checking out, no? "

" We will check it out Alfred, thanks for the info. " Bruce thanked Alfred and called the Batmobile. If this is it, then they need to act quickly.

(Y/N) coughed out the water from his mouth. They were waterboarding him. He struggled against the other assassins who were holding him down. He saw Ghost and the way he smirked at him. Bastard of the first degree. When he gets free, he is going to bash his face into the concrete.

" I always wanted to see this. " Ghost commented. (Y/N) laughed as he coughed the water out.

" Pray to God I don't get free. " (Y/N) threatened, glaring at Ghost.

Ghost mocked him by smacking his lips as if (Y/N) was a baby.

" Mock me all you want, but if I do get free you are going to be dead. "

Ghost laughed, but became serious once the alarm went off. He looked at (Y/N) once more, frowning.

" Who is coming for you? " Ghost asked as the others filtered out to fight the intruders.

" You shall wait and see. "

" Who is coming? " Ghost asked once more, grabbing (Y/N)'s throat.

(Y/N) smirked at the reaction, despite being choked to death. " Batman. " He whispered, watching Ghost's face harden. But what made it even better was the fact that Damian was standing behind Ghost.

" Good night. " (Y/N) said as Damian knocked him out. He muttered something in Arabic before cutting (Y/N)'s restraints.

" Can you walk? "

" I can. Is everyone else okay? "

" Yeah, they are just clearing out this hideout. "

(Y/N) nodded, standing up. He blinked a few times before he followed Damian out. He was Bruce fighting with all his might. Holy shit was it a beautiful sight. No, no time to salivate. Time to fight.

" (Y/N)! " Bruce called out as he knocked out an assassin.

He ran towards his lover, scooping him up in his arms and running towards the exit. The boys were helping out with clearing out the path.

Bruce relaxed as he put (Y/N) in the car and as they drove away, but he won't be relaxed until they reach the manor.

" You okay? " Bruce asked.

" Somewhat. They knocked out my tooth. "

" Alfred will patch you up. "

" Do the boys know about my past? "

" We do. " Jason said from the back. " But we don't love you any less. If Bruce trusts you, so do we. "

(Y/N) teared up. He was going to adopt them one day.

As much as (Y/N) loved them, they were way overprotective. They watched every single move he made, they also made sure that he wouldn't get out of bed unless it was for the bathroom.

" Guys, you are going overboard. I'm fine. "

Jason simply raised his eyebrow as he took his seat by (Y/N)'s bed.

" You are even taking shifts? Really? "

" You will never be kidnapped. Ever again. Not on our watch. "

(Y/N) laughed as he rolled his eyes.

" I will take over Jason. " Bruce said, entering with (Y/N) favorite snack.

" Okay. Make sure he stays in bed. "

(Y/N) sighed as Bruce laughed. (Y/N) was adorable. He sat next to (Y/N), offering him the snack.

" Bruce, this is getting out of hand. "

" We are all protective of the people we love my love. "

(Y/N) just leaned on Bruce, closing his eyes.

" Thank you for coming for me. "

" Always. For as long as I live, I will always come. "

(Y/N) leaned his head up and kissed Bruce. It was a soft, gentle kiss. A promise. (Y/N) was also going to save Bruce. No matter what.

#batman x male reader #batfamily #bruce wayne x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics

[dollwritesarchive]

(Coming through with yet another HC request) but for the bird brains event — the boys and their love language? 😩

these are just extremely quick thoughts!

fandom dc / masterlist coming soon / @dollsdc-library

featuring dick grayson x implied!reader ; jason todd x implied!reader ; tim drake x implied!reader ; damian wayne x implied!reader [ all characters are 18+ ]

rating none of my work is meant to be viewed by minors (anyone under the age of eighteen), and i will happily block any that interact with my posts or my blog.

content warning none! it’s all fluff.

word count n.a / headcanons & concepts

attention do not repost or translate, even with ‘credit’. just don’t do it. reblog instead of like. leave feedback if you enjoyed.

bird brains writing event !!

𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 — 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 !

falls asleep with his head on your lap/when you play with his hair.

he picks you up for no reason other than the fact that he can.

backhugs you in line at the grocery store, sways back and forth, grinning like an idiot with his eyes closed.

so. many. kisses. this man can and will kiss you for hours if you let him. you don’t know how his mouth doesn’t get tired, because your lips were swollen for the first month of being together.

don’t even think about showering alone, because he will most certainly invite himself. every time. he’ll wash your hair for you just so he can rub his fingers through it.

in bed, he’s mostly big spoon. he does love when you sleep on top of him or wrap your arms and legs around him, though. you will never wake up on the opposite side of the bed.

he gets anxious when he’s away from you, and if he can’t hold you in public he’ll settle for grasping your hand, but he won’t be satisfied until he can carry you around like a backpack again.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝 — 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 !

Jason needs to hear that he’s not all of the nasty things he’s been made to believe he is, but he won’t ask for it. you’ll have to initiate.

if you catch him cleaning his guns, you slide up behind him, delve your fingers into his hair, and croon, “I love you so much baby.”

he wants you to straddle his lap, look into his eyes, and whisper, “You’re a good man.” because he tends to forget.

you have to tell him how much you need him, how much you want him, and how much you love him often.

even when he scoffs or brushes it off with a playful shrug, he knows he’s lucky to have you.

he does reciprocate with admissions of love and adoration.

“I would be so lost without you.” is a sentiment he expresses often. along with, “You’re everything to me.” and “I’ve never truly belonged anywhere but in your arms. You are my home.”

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞 — 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 !

as long as he’s near you, he doesn’t care about much else.

he will creep into the room while you’re working/bring any new gadgets he needs to work on and sit quietly in the corner just to be in the same vicinity as you.

Tim likes to read to you / have you read to him in the middle of the night.

he practiced your skincare routine to be able to do it with you every night.

he wants to know every one of your hobbies so you two can do them together.

will call you while he’s on a mission just to hear your voice, even though you know Bruce looks down on that.

cafe dates every time he gets the chance.

he doesn’t want to catch an uber, and would rather walk you wherever you’re going for that extra time together.

Tim sees his future when he looks in your eyes.

𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 — 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 !

Damian wants a mommy to take care of him but won’t admit it.

there are set roles to play. you, the dutiful housewife and lover. him, the protector.

he loves when you tend to his injuries.

he will sit quietly and simply watch you cook for him instead of offering to help or taking initiative, but he’s grateful, even if he doesn’t say it.

luckily for him, you like to baby him.

Damian is extremely protective over you, and considers it his duty as your man to be your personal guard dog. he also gets jealous extremely easily, but that’s another story entirely.

“Stay close to me at all times.”

“I don’t want you out of my sight.”

sometimes it’s a little annoying, but mostly it’s endearing, and shows how much he cares considering his awkwardness when expressing himself outright.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x you #dick grayson imagine #nightwing x you #nightwing x reader #nightwing #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd #red hood imagine #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #tim drake #tim drake x you #tim drake x reader #tim drake imagine #red robin #red robin x you #red robin x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x you #damian wayne #Robin #robin x you #robin x reader #birdbrains writing event

[brucewaynehater101]

I want Duke included in batfam family fics. being the older sibling Damian needs, relatable yet guiding. Tim being ‘Dukes robin’ and having lots of respect for Tim yet he’d also steal his slice of pie. Duke and Jason hanging out, and Jason appreciating how he never tries to lecture him. Duke and dick matching vibes (or as much as they can) when on patrol and somewhat in the family, and both trying to make their brothers calm tf down. Bruce trying desperately to not fuck up with Duke like he did his other sons, only serving to confuse and slightly alarm Duke. Alfred and duke being the only ones with more then *1* braincell.

he also has so much potential for angst of being a meta in a family everyone thinks hates metas, and people somehow forget him???

(I have more just don’t have the energy to write it all down)

Heck yes! I agree that Duke needs to be included in more batfam fics (and especially as a more pivotal role). I personally try to add him a bit, but I fear I do not include him enough as a key member of the batfam.

Duke is hella important and should be treated as such. I'd love to see more fics with him pissing off GCPD for fun. Just chaos and pranks against GCPD, rogues, Batman, and the Batkids. Also, he should he allowed to punch (or kick) as many JL members as he pleases (Hal was just the first).

Duke and Dick having similar fashion ideas is a cute idea I've seen in the fandom. I would also just love to see more fanart of Duke rocking some fun outfits for galas (especially if the galas follow the AU of Gotham being super weird with their social norms). Duke being featured on magazine covers, being asked to model, and being interviewed would be cool fanwork ideas to play around with. I've seen so many of the other batboys and none with Duke as a magazine cover.

Here's my ideas on how Duke could interact with different batfam members. Feel free to reblog if you have ideas yourself or think the dynamic should be different.

I feel like Duke and Cass would get along really well as chaos gremlins who get away with their shenanigans. Messing with Commissioner Gordon is a favorite pass time of theirs. For some reason, even when presented with evidence, Bruce doesn't believe that Duke and Cass would do the things they get away with. It's both impressive and annoying to the other batkids.

Duke could have a weird relationship with Tim. On one hand, Tim is Duke's Robin. The cases he's solved, feats he's accomplished, and respect Gotham has for Tim's Robin in general (for being Batman's therapy kid) are unfathomable. On the other hand, he's seen Tim walk into the same wall four times within three minutes. They both share a love for riddles, but Tim can be an idiot at interpersonal relationships.

For Damian, Duke has seen how the world picks up kids and spits them out. He's seen kids lashing out, how they merely want to defend themselves, and how fantastic they are once you get to know them. He's been angry and spiteful at the world too. For Damian, Duke's hella impressed at the kid's heart despite all the shit he's been dealt. Duke would encourage chaos, talk with the kid about how different emotions have impacted Duke's actions and life, and is an overall supportive figure. They can often be seen doing both wild stunts and "common for their age group" activities for fun (although the game Sorry is banned because of them).

Jason and Duke would probably have a complicated relationship due to Red Hood's actions. Their similar childhoods (as far as economically and location based) would lead to jokes and shared customs that they chat with Steph about (such as Creepy Toe Joe or that specific gas station or the phrase they say as they passed that one pothole). Despite that, they have different viewpoints on Bruce and murder.

Duke is probably one of the more emotionally intelligent and communicative batfam members. If Alfred is the sassy version, Duke would get a good laugh out of those remarks and the astute observations.

Bruce and Duke angst could go hard. Bruce is trying so hard not to make his past mistakes. Duke and his perception of Bruce (he holds Bruce in high regard) and how that affects their relationship.

As far as Duke being in a "perceived to hate metas" family, that could either be hilarious or angst. I imagine people trying to intervene or "save" Duke from the Bats would be infuriating and sad to see.

Duke could also laugh at the batkids' superhero friends and how they, even as adults, are banned from entering Gotham. Duke is free to live in the manor and come and go as he pleases. Any of the batkid's meta friends have to be snuck into Gotham.

#dc comics #dc universe #duke thomas #thank you for the ask!!!!

[phoenixcatch7]

Bunch of dc story ideas because I keep forgetting to write them down and they're not fully fleshed out anyway:

Captain marvel gets 'deaged', either through klarion or something he ran into doing duty around the Rock, and flees to the first safe place he can think of - the watchtower. Unfortunately, Billy assumed the curse would simply revert him to his mortal form, or close enough... But the champion of magic form turns out to have been a disguise in more ways than one, because this new body most certainly isn't human.

Similarly, cap gets deaged to Billy's age, but he's still... The champion of magic form. Now Billy batson has full access to his full set of powers and skills, but in his mortal shape. This is going to really help his secret identity :'). Especially because the villains KEEP ATTACKING PEOPLE PLEASE KNOCK IT OFF.

Meta!Batman. His rare power transformed him into a monster on the scale of killer Croc or man bat, and also enabled him to turn into a human. A completely normal. Baseline human. It's infuriating that a normal person has to worry about meta blockers or inhibitor cuffs, especially after his (slightly fudged to keep the traffickers out) statistical announcement of 'no metas in Gotham' got presumed to be a demand, because he had to call in the league to help with a fighting ring and now he's hiding in a dark room while superman tries to coax him out. Man bat already stole the niche, it's just embarrassing.

Possessed doll au! When an 8yo Bruce falls into a cave under his house, he had nightmares about tea parties and flapping wings and wooden limbs for years. Nearly a decade later, he returned to find a sprawling system of tunnels and cracks, through one of which lies an abandoned, life sized marionette tea party, with empty porcelain tea cups and old, outdated gowns. The torch lights upon the doll at the head of the table, a tall, imposing man with chipped paint, dressed all in black, his joints rusted and head lolling. Bats screech from the darkness as he approaches, and when he touches its hand the world goes black. It's terrifying to wake up in a body of wood, hearing it creak and twist, hearing it scream as he cries. He wakes up back in his own body, sprawled on the floor, and runs. He's back down in a few months, this time bound and determined to figure it out. It turns out whatever it is, it has no malice. Indeed it makes for a wonderful, powerful body once he's cleaned it up, able to move and bend in ways no human could. He can hollow it out carefully and fill it with whatever items he might need. A body that doesn't need to breathe or eat, one that can take a beating, night after night. It takes him a long time to wonder why the dolls have precisely as many people as the manor eventually does. In the meantime the people of Gotham are 90% sure their protectors aren't human. And the jl is terrified of the cave. (cryptid, cave is haunted au?)

Venom!dp x dc twin au. Danyal and Damian were the league famous demon twins, the dual gems in its crown, until Danyal is killed. Raas, furious and refusing to lose his other grandchild, starts pushing Damian harder and harder while his brother is taken to the pit as a last resort. To the adults' knowledge, it didn't work. Danny's body dissolved in the acidic waters. To Damian's knowledge, his brother returned as a desperate, animalistic thing one night, seeping through the cracks of his room. Refusing to let his brother go again, Damian demands they be reunited as one, and Danny fuses with his very skin. Once his mind returns, Danny returns the sentiment, both deeply terrified of being pulled apart again. They communicate through reflections and whispers, sharing control of the body by transforming between human and ghost, sharing powers and instincts equally. When they're sent to Wayne manor, they're restless and defensive. They have each other, no one else can discover Danny, no one else can separate them again. Their father must never find out.

Thanagerian!Danny. He's a couple generations removed on his mother's side, so he doesn't even realise until his ghost form appears with two gorgeous wings. It really adds to the psychopomp symbolism, at least? He has a lot of questions when he meets the justice league. No wonder vlad never successfully managed to clone him!

Shapeshifter captain marvel. Please. He's apprenticing under tawky ^^

#Dcu #batman #justice league #dc prompt #Dc prompts #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc writing prompt #danny phantom #shazam #captain marvel #dc captain marvel #billy batson #bruce wayne #danny fenton #damian wayne #Re the cap marv ones: Billy is trying to not cause trouble. He really is. The league appreciates it. It isn't working tho #Idk the doll cryptid is probably my fave. The idea of the bats being able to customise their 'suits' so completely #Significantly less damage lol. No broken spine. YES Jason lives and it changes so much. #Mostly the idea of a league visitor pre reveal getting scared out of their wits seeing the bats themselves in the display/storage cases. #They don't need to touch to transfer consciousness after the first time. It means everyone gets great sleep and they're not nearly as #Terrified to let the kids on the field. They'd totally play dress up with the dolls. Gotham is *convinced* they're being haunted by ghosts #And yes the bats 100% play that to their advantage. Maskless lolita fashion tea parties on the clock tower roof. Ominous skipping songs. #Swivelling their heads 180°. Keeping going even with the head caved in. String themed grapples. The bat theme is almost secondary #Also assassin twin aus can have a little unhealthy codependency. As a treat. #twin au #Hey Bones you've done so many prompts it suggests your tag to me. Congrats lmao #Idk I like nonhuman people using it to their advantage and the Drama of reveals

[arlana-likes-to-write]

It’s Okay. Let Me Go.

This is the same as the older sister AU but a What if? version. This follows more canon events of the MCU. In this story, Yelena does not join our reader and the sisters aren’t as close. This is not cannon to the main stories that I’ve written. I just have been sitting on this idea since the first one shot and I knew I had to write it. 

Summary: You didn’t expect a phone call from your sister, Natasha. But she is asking you for a favor to fight an off world threat that is threatening her family. 

Warning: multiple character death, survivors guilt, canon type violence, canon type injuries 

Word count: 4.8k 

Serbia, 2018

No one called you on this phone. You had two. One was used when Melina had another Widow locked down or Red Room associates needed to be dealt with. You also gave the number to Widows to use when they needed help transitioning into the world. The phone that was ringing now was the number you gave to your sisters. You pulled out that phone and looked at the caller ID. It was Natasha. “Sestra,” you answered it, looking back down at the scope of your sniper rifle. “To what do I owe the pleasure ?” She was silent. You heard muffled voices in the background. “Natasha, are you there?” 

“Remember when Yelena and I agreed to help you take down the Red Room I said you would owe me one.” You remembered that conversation. It felt like a lifetime ago but it was only two years. “I need your help.” You sat back from the scope. 

“Where do you need me?” You asked without hesitation. 

“How fast can you get to Egypt?” You were in Serbia. A normal person would take them 10 hours but you were resourceful in a pinch. 

“Give me 5 hours,” you said, looking back down the scope. “Send me the exact coordinates.” 

“I will.” She paused. “Thank you.” There were two things you knew for certain about Natasha; she never asked for help and she rarely thanked anyone. You were a little worried. 

“No need to thank me,” you told her. “We’ll debrief in person.” You took a steady breath and fired your shot. 

“Was that a sniper rifle going off?” She asked. You began to disassemble the gun. 

“I was in the middle of something when you called,” Natasha chuckled. “I’ll see you soon.” You hung up before she could reply. You put the gun in the case, picked up the shell casing, and descended the roof. You had no idea what you were heading into but you were ready for the fight.  

*

Upstate New York; Avengers Compound, 2018

Natasha ended the call and turned to face her team. The team was a loose word to describe this group of people as it's been 2 years since they had all been together and that ended in a fight. “I’ve called in a favor,” she told them. “We need to make a pit stop before heading to Wakanda.”  

“Who did you call?” Steve asked. She looked at Yelena. She was standing next to Wanda. There was a small cut on her forehead from their most recent fight. 

“Our sister,” she said. “She’s older than us.”

“You have another sister?” Bruce questioned. “Did anyone else know about that?” He asked around the room. They couldn’t know wouldn’t know about you because Natasha tried to forget you. 

“We haven’t seen each other in a long time,” Yelena said. “We ran into her on the run. She got us out of a sticky situation.” That was an underestimate. 

“Look, she’s a hell of a fighter and if Thanos is as big of a threat as Bruce says he is, an extra fighter isn’t going to hurt,” Natasha sighed. “Just trust me.” Steve nodded. 

“We should get going,” he said. “Let’s meet in the Quinjet in 15.” Natasha walked to the armory with Yelena close behind. 

“Do you think I made the right call?” Natasha asked. The youngest Widow sighed, picking up her Widow bites. 

“Yeah, this is going to be the fight of our lives,” she said. “I'd rather have both of you by my side.” 

*

Cairo, Egypt 2018 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when the massive jet landed outside the capital in an off-the-grid town. “Where was this when we broke Alexei out of prison?” You asked yourself as the ramp lowered. You came out of the shadows pulling your hood down and watched Natasha and Yelena descend the ramp with Captain America by their side. It’s been two years since you’ve seen your sisters. You’ve kept in contact, short text messages here and there to assure everyone was alive. But seeing them in person was a different feeling. Natasha died and cut her hair and Yelena was wearing a few new bruises. “You're late,” you said with a smile. Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“You just like to be early for everything.” She said. You gave her a quick hug. Yelena’s hug was longer, she hugged you tighter. 

“Good to see you again, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun),” you whispered. You ended the hug and stared at Captain America. 

“Steve, this is our sister, Y/n,” Yelena introduced. You shook the man’s hand. His handshake was strong. You could tell a lot about a man by how he shook hands. 

“We appreciate the help on such short notice,” he said. You smiled 

“Of course, Captain,” you said, following them up the ramp. “Any chance to show the Avengers I’m the better Widow I'm gonna jump on it.” The super soldier chuckled at your joke. 

“Suka,” Yelena said, elbowing you in the ribs. You met the rest of the team as they explained who they were after. You found yourself glancing around the Quinjet. This group was the one your sisters chose. They had so much time with them. A weird feeling began to form in your chest. It became difficult to breathe. But you pushed it down. You had a mission to focus on. 

“So, if this alien were to get that stone,” you said, pointing to Vision. “How many casualties are we looking at?” 

“Half the Earth’s population,” Bruce answered. Shit. You whistled. 

“Understood, alien is not to get that stone,” Steve ordered everyone to try to relax, that you would be landing in Wakanda soon. You sat away from everyone, going through the weapons you had. You didn’t have much with you as it was a last-minute mission but you would make do. 

“Mind if I join you?” You looked toward the voice. It was Wanda. You nodded and she sat down next to you. “Thank you for helping by the way. Vision,” she looked towards the man. He was talking with Burce. “He’s important to me.” 

“You love him.” You said. It wasn’t hard to see. When Steve was talking about Thanos, Wanda was looking at him. Wanda nodded. 

“I do.”

“Then I’m glad I’m here.” She looked back at you. 

“Have you ever loved someone like that?” You shook your head. The Red Room conditioned you to believe that love was for children, a weakness, a way for someone to exploit you. But you’ve been free from them for 2 years. You knew the truth as you watched couples all around you interact. 

“No,” you finally said to her. “I’ve never had the chance to find someone to love.” Your entire life was controlled. You were told when to sleep, when to eat, and when to bathe. “But I do know it’s important to tell the people you love that you do love them. Life can be very uncertain.” Wanda sighed. 

“Don’t I know it,” you didn’t question it but you saw the sadness radiating from her. “When Natasha called you to come to help us no one knew they had another sister.” You weren’t surprised by that. For years, they thought the Red Room was destroyed and you were off living your life without them. “But I knew you existed.” 

“They told you about me.” She smiled. 

“In their own way,” you were lost and a little confused. ‘Hi.’ You jumped at the sudden voice in your head. You were definitely out of your element here. 

“You can speak through people’s minds?!” She giggled. 

“It’s a little more complicated than that but yes.” Her fingers glowed red. “I don't do it intentionally but sometimes people’s thoughts are loud. We didn’t cross paths a lot, your sisters and I. They broke a few of us out of the raft and random check-ins here and there.” You did your research on why the Avengers weren’t talking to each other. The Accords. “But you are a constant thought in their minds.” 

“Really?” You whispered. She nodded. “What are they thinking about?”

“Natasha feels a lot of guilt for whatever happened.” 

“You don’t know?” She shook her head. 

“Not my place to dig through that,” she said. “Yelena misses you. She wants more time.” You smiled, looking at your sisters. They were sitting with Steve, no doubt coming up with a plan. “I also came over here for another reason.” You looked at her. “It’s okay to be jealous. It’s a valid human emotion. It means you're free.” 

“Free.” You whispered the word. Freedom was a concept you never dreamed about. It was just out of reach. Freedom was like smoke when you tried to hold onto it slipped through your fingers. “Thanks, Wanda.” 

“Anytime,” she smiled, standing up. “Maybe when all this is done we can hang out when the world isn’t ending.” You smiled. 

“I’d like that.” 

*

Wakanda 2018

You were a little bit out of your element as you stared at the force field surrounding Wakanda and Thanos' army attacked. Your sisters by your side and the Wakandan army at your back. “You know,” you said to them. “If you missed me that much we could have gone for ice cream or something.” You had a few guns attached to your hips, widow bites on your arms, and Shuri gifted you an assault rifle. Natasha laughed. 

“That doesn't seem like our speed. This is more fun,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“You both are going to be okay out there, right?” You asked them. Yelena nodded. 

“Of course, we’ll be okay.” There was so much more you wanted to say. Your warning to Wanda echoed in your head. But T’Challa gave the order to open the barrier then all hell broke loose. 

*

The battle was happening around you. You moved across the battlefield fighting with Okoye, covering your sisters, fought with a god, and stood back to back with a man you haven’t seen in a long time; the Winter Soldier. You looked at the man. His hair was still long but well kept and his blue eyes had more light to them. “You’ve grown up,” he said, once there was a moment to breathe. 

“No shit,” you laughed. “You look better than the last time I saw you, Soldat.” He winced at the title you gave him. 

“Bucky. Call me Bucky.” You nodded. Before you could respond, you heard your name yell out. 

“I gotta go,” you ran off towards Yelena’s scream. Her back was to a small cliff with a horde of Thanos’ army around her. You never saw so much fear in her eyes. You killed one of the creatures and stood in front of her. You made quick work of killing the others you heard Yelena gasp as she grabbed onto your suit. She lost her footing and fell backward. You dropped the gun you were holding and protected her hand as you both rolled down the cliff. She landed on top of you. 

“You're heavy,” you groaned, pushing her off of you. She fell onto her back with a grunt. You lay there, looking up at the Wakandan sky. It was beautiful here. 

“Thank you,” she said, sitting up. You looked up at her. “I’m losing count home many times you’ve saved me.” 

“It’s not a competition, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun),” she smiled at the nickname. “We are family.” You stood up, whipping the dirt off your pants. “It’s what we do.” She stood up and you put her arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. 

“I’m glad you're here,” she said. “I’ve missed you.” 

“Missed you, too sestra,” You started to walk towards the cliff you fell to ascend back up to join the fight but Yelena stopped. You turned to face her. She was looking down at the ground, holding onto her stomach. “Yelena, what’s wrong?” 

“Something is wrong,” she stumbled backward and fell to the ground. You knelt in front of her, grabbing onto her hands. She looked at you and slowly you watched your sister turn to dust in your fingers. 

“Yelena!” You yelled. But she didn’t respond. She couldn’t. You felt sick to your stomach as you scrambled up the cliff. Across the battlefield, you watched as members of the Wakandan army fell to their knees and disappeared. “No,” you whispered. You knew what this meant. He got the stone and Vision. No. You couldn’t think about that. You had to find your sister. “Natasha,” you said through the coms. “Natasha, where are you?” There was no answer. 

“Wooded area, east side of the palace.” She finally answered. She sounded so tired. 

“I’m coming,” you broke out into a sprint, stripping off the weapons as you run. They were just slowing you down. You made it to the woods and let out a whistle. You whistled again when you didn’t hear her. Finally, you heard her whistle back. It was faint but you headed in that direction. You found her in a clearing, standing next to Vision’s body clenching her stomach. Steve was on the ground as his hand rested on Vision’s chest. Rhodey, Bruce, a raccoon, and the God of Thunder were standing behind them. She looked at you, her green eyes were glossy with tears. 

“Where is-?” You didn’t let her finish her question as you pulled her into a hug. It took her a second for her to hug back but when she did it was strong as if she was afraid you would turn to dust. She was shaking against you. You didn’t know what to say. No words could make this situation better. So you held onto her tight, not wanting to let her go. 

*

Upstate New York, Avengers Compound 2018 

You moved into the compound and stopped searching for Widows and let Sonya and a few others that didn’t get blipped lead. Melina helped them. She had to fill the quiet because Alexei was part of the population that was gone. You didn’t expect your first time to be at the compound; it would be so quiet. When Thanos was killed, the remaining Avengers scattered as they dealt with the guilt. But Natasha stayed. You watched her try to hold together a new team as the world adjusted to this new normal. There was little you could do to help as she grieved for her lost friend, Yelena, and friend that lost his way. 

You tried to be the strong one but there was guilt eating at you. You found yourself using the training room, working your body to the brink of exhaustion so you could sleep. The image of Yelena dusting away was haunting. Natasha found you a few nights asleep on the mat. You were grateful that you had her and in silent ways, she was grateful too. A small smile every time you put food down in front of her. She would curl up next to you when you were watching a movie and on nights when the nightmares got too bad she’d come to you. 

*

Upstate New York, Avengers Compound, 2023 

You were in the kitchen making Natasha food as you knew she survived on peanut butter sandwiches when you were away. It wasn’t often but sometimes Melina needed your help. Natasha was in a meeting with Okoye, Carol, Rocket, and Rhodey. She asked if you wanted to be a part of these calls but you weren’t an Avenger. You heard Rhodey’s voice end the call and you walked over to her. She had her hands over her face, eyes closed, and she let out a shaky breath. You placed the bowl of pasta down in front of her. “Eat,” you said, sitting down. She uncovered her face, staring at the bowl. Her eyes were bloodshot. It broke your heart to see her like this. She barely cried in the Red Room or Ohio. Now she was wearing her heart on her sleeve. 

“Not hungry,” she mumbled. 

“Please eat,” you said. “For me.” That got her to pick up the fork and twirl the noodles around it. She ate slowly. You weren't going to force her to eat the entire bowl but she needed something in her system. 

“How’s Melina?” She finally asked. 

“Good. She misses you.” The Blip changed the older Widow. She showed more emotions than before. 

“I’ll call her.”

“I was going to offer to cook you both dinner,” you looked toward the voice of the super soldier. “But it looks like you got that covered. Besides, I'm pretty terrible in the kitchen.” 

“Are you here to do your laundry?” Natasha asked. He nodded. 

“And to see my friends.” You bite your tongue before the snarky comment leaves your mouth. You stood up. 

“Vy zakonchili? (Are you done?)” She ate half the bowl. She nodded. You took the bowl and went back to the kitchen. You cleaned up the mess and put the leftovers away. You had to focus on something else before you lost your mind on Steve. You weren’t mad at Steve, your rational mind knew this. But you wanted to take your frustrations out on something and the sandbags weren’t cutting it. The super soldier was the one you saw the most over the past 5 years. But everyone else didn’t see the guilt and the stress Natasha carried. She began to fall back into Red Room behaviors because a mission failed. Those nights scared you the most. 

“If I’m not going to do this, who will?” You heard her ask Steve. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop. You poured yourself a glass of water. “This job,” she continued. “Made me believe that I was better than them, the people who tried to make me a monster.” You closed your eyes. “I was given a second chance from the fate that was written for me. I can’t waste it.” You took a sip of water and pulled out the tablet Natasha gave you. It was equipped with FRIDAY’S AI. You pulled up the security footage of the front gate. 

“Hey Nat,” you said to her as you walked back over. The conversation between the two stopped. “You need to look at this.” You sent the footage over to the screen. A man was standing in front of a brown van. 

“Hi, hi,” he said. “Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport.” Steve stood up. 

“Is this an old message?” He asked you. You shook your head. 

“It’s the front gate.” 

*

Scott Langs’s ridiculous, outrageous idea brought the Avengers back together. Natasha even got Clint home. A plan was made, the machine was tested, and the team was divided. You were in your room changing into a white tech suit. You were going to Vormir with Clint and Natasha. Nebula described it as a dominion of death and the place Thanos murdered her sister. As a Widow your instincts were your best weapon it kept you alive. You had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling about this. You went to your desk and pulled out a pad of paper. You clicked a pen and began to write. 

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. You folded the letter and went to open the door. Natasha smiled at you. “Ready?” She asked. You nodded. 

“Born ready.” You closed the door behind you. 

*

You stood on the platform between Steve and Natasha. A circle formed of people that you barely knew but were ready to risk their lives to rewrite the loss. “You know your teams. You know your mission,” Steve said. “Get the stones. Get them back. One round trip each, no mistakes, no do-overs. This is the fight of our lives and we are going to win,” he looked at everyone. “Whatever he takes.” 

“He’s pretty good at that,” Rocket said. You chuckled, shaking your head. He gave Clint a shrunken version of his spaceship. Bruce got the machine ready as Natasha squeezed your hand. 

“See you in a minute,” she said with a smirk. Your helmet activated and the platform opened sucking you into it. It was a weird feeling. You were never on a rollercoaster but you imagined this was what it felt like. Your stomach was moving up and down. 

You were tasked with dropping Rhodey and Nebula off. After their spacecraft was unloaded, you watched Rhodey hug Natasha. 

“Take care, okay?” She said. 

“Get the stones and come back. No messing around,” he said to her. Clint shook his hand. “Hey Big Red,” it was the nickname he gave you. You didn’t know why. You walked over to him. “Watch out for these two idiots,” he said. You smiled. To your surprise, he hugged you. “Come back home too,” he whispered. 

“Of course,” you said good luck to Nebula and re-boarded the ship. The coordinates for Vormir were inputted into the ship’s navigation. Clint and Natasha sat down in the seats and you stood between them. The colors that flew by you were indescribable. Clint laughed. 

“We’re a long way from Budapest.” Natasha smiled. 

“You made a mess of that city.” You told him. He looked at you. 

“Did she tell you about that?”

“I was there,” confusion was all over the archer’s face. You laughed, placing your hand on his shoulder. “A story for another time, my friend.” The ship slowed down as the planet came into view. You stood by the window as Clint and Natasha unbuckled and joined you. It was straight out of science fiction. “You know this would be awesome under different circumstances.” You said. 

“I think it’s pretty cool,” Clint added. 

“Come on, you dorks.” The ship landed and you began the journey to the top of the mountain. 

*

Vomir 2023

It was a hike. You were grateful that you were in decent shape but the air was still knocked out of your lungs. “I bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain,” Natasha groaned. 

“Technically he’s not a raccoon, you know?” Clint said with a smile. 

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes and stretched your side. “He eats garbage.” 

“Welcome,” you pulled your gun at the mysterious voice. “Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Clint, son of Edith.” He looked at you. “Y/n, daughter of Ilya.” You kept your face neutral at the mention of your father’s name. You took a step forward. 

“Who are you?” You asked. 

“I am a guide to you and to all who seek the Soul Stone,” Nice. That was convenient. 

“Amazing,” Natasha said. “Just tell us where it is and we’ll be on our way.” He sighed. 

“If only it was that easy,” he stepped out of the shadows. His face was red, with no skin covering it. You lowered your gun slightly as he pushed past you and walked toward the edge of the cliff. You followed him. “What you seek lies in front of you as does what you fear.” You looked down. 

“The stones down there.” You said, looking at him. He nodded. 

“For two of you,” he looked towards the vast landscape then behind you. “But for one of you, to take the stone you must lose what you love. An everlasting exchange.” He paused. “A soul for a soul.” You looked down at the ground. Thanos killing his daughter made a lot of sense now. The three of you walked away from the cliff. Thanos sacrificed his daughter and for what? Natasha sat down on a rock, resting her chin on her hands. 

“Maybe he’s making shit up,” Clint said. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest. 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Thanos left here with the stone and without his daughter. Not a coincidence.” You wished you knew what was going on in Natasha's head. 

“Whatever it takes,” she whispered and walked over to the edge. You stood next to Clint, watching her. “If we don’t get that stone, billions of people stay dead.” You nodded. Yelena. Wanda. Sam. Alexei. 

“You know,” you said to the man standing next to you. “Thanks for not killing her.” He looked at you. “And you gave them a second chance.” You held out your hand. 

“You gave them it,” he shook your hand. “Tell my family I love them.” You smiled. 

“Tell them yourself,” you shot him with your Widow Bite. He fell to the ground with a groan. You took off running towards the edge. The commotion got Natasha’s attention and she saw what you were doing. She ran after you, tackling you to the ground. 

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked. You looked at Clint. The electricity was wearing off. You didn’t have much time. 

“It has to be me,” she shook her head. 

“No!” She said. “Absolutely not.” You smiled.   

“Sorry, sestra,” you flipped her off of you. “I am the better fighter.” You sprinted for the cliff and jumped. But you were stopped. Natasha was holding onto your hand, attached to the wall by a grappling hook. You looked up at her then down below. 

“Clint,” she called for him. “Clint, help me.” The archer appeared above you, his eyes wide as he looked down. He reached for her hand. 

“It’s okay,” you said. 

“No, no, please,” her voice cracked. Her green eyes were glossy with tears. 

“It has to be me,” you told her again. 

“Stop talking,” she yelled. She was pleading with you. “It’s not fair. You, me, and Yelena were supposed to be a family again.” You felt your own eyes burn with tears but you couldn’t cry. Her hand was slipping. 

“I wrote letters for you, Yelena, mom, and dad. Everyone. They are in my room on my desk.” She looked at you in disbelief. “I had to have a backup plan, you know?” You smiled. “Sestra,” tears were running down her cheeks as the realization set in. “No more guilt, okay? Not about this or all those years ago. I love you.” 

“Please,” she whispered. 

“It’s okay. Let me go,” you kicked off the rock wall and slipped out of Natasha’s grasp. For so many years you were afraid of death. Death meant the end of the deal. Death meant no one would watch out for your sisters. But now you’ve met the people that were there for them when you weren’t. They were kind and good. You weren’t afraid of death. You welcomed it. 

*

There was nothing Natasha could do. She wondered if you’ve ever felt this helpless. Is that why you made a deal with him? So you didn’t feel helpless. The sky lit up a beautiful orange. Natasha opened her eyes and she was laying in a pool of water. She heard footsteps walking over to her. She sat up, looked around, and opened her hand. An orange rock rested in the palm of her hand. Clint fell to his knees next to her and hugged her. Natasha cried. She cried and screamed and beat her hand against his chest. Clint held her tight. 

*

Upstate New York, Avengers Compound 2023

They did it. They won. The ashes of the compound settled around Natasha. Everything hurt; her body, her mind, and her heart. She fell to her knees. The letter she found survived the blast felt heavy in her pocket. “Natasha!” Yelena’s voice called out for her. But the redhead didn’t move. Not even when her sister was standing in front of her. “Nat,” she finally looked up. 5 years. 5 years since the last time Natasha saw her sister but for Yelena, it only was a few minutes. “Where is-?” Natasha couldn’t help the sob that escaped her. Yelena’s eyes widened in shock but she didn’t hesitate to bring her sister into her arms. Natasha felt tears on her skin. She didn’t have to say anything. Yelena knew and maybe one day she would tell her what happened. But right now she cried and hugged her. She didn’t care who heard her cry, it didn’t matter. Her sister was gone. 

*

Upstate New York, Avengers Compound 2020

There was a memory that Natasha liked to think about. For the past 5 years, you were her support line. It was a Friday night and you were in the kitchen baking cookies as Natasha sat at the island breaking in a new set of pointe shoes. “If we manage to bring everyone back, would you join the Avengers with Yelena and me?” You stopped rolling the dough into balls. 

“I’m not a hero, Nat,” you said. Natasha allowed you to finish the tray and place it in the oven. 

“Yes, you are.” She finally said as you cleaned up the floor. You looked at her. “To Yelena and me, you are a hero.” You smiled. 

“Then that’s all that matters. I don’t need the world to call me a hero. You and Yelena are all I care about.” 

Fin. 

_

Boy, that was sad to write. If you want to support my writing you can buy me a kofi

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #Natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff #yelena belova x natasha romanoff #yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader #black widow sisters #Black Widow #black widow fanfiction #black widow imagine #black widow one shot #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x vision #Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #what if #clint barton #Steve Rogers #bruce banner #james bucky barnes

[brooooswriting]

can you write one with natasha x reader with like angst with happy ending ? maybe nat like pushes reader away and is mean to reader and doesn’t come home anymore because nat thinks reader can do better and nat doesn’t deserve love and happiness and reader makes her feel everything good she never thought she would ever have or deserve and it brings back bad memories for reader and she just completely closes herself off because they were fine and it just makes reader insecure and maybe just goes reckless like taking lots of missions in hopes she gets hurt and also punching a punching bag when working out without gloves hurting herself and they talk it out and fix things

Take my love

Natasha x Reader

Another night where Natasha didn’t come home, she didn’t text you back nor did she call you to tell you where she is. It’s been like that for around a month, she barely came home and if you saw each other she was rude to you, telling you that you were clingy and annoying.

You’ve asked the others if they knew what was going on but they didn’t know. It hurt to see her acting this way and it made you question yourself. There was a time where you weren’t sure about the relationship and it seems like you were right.

So, you fell back into old habits. Love was never easily given to you and it made you built up habits that could kill you, but with Natasha they got less.

Every night you went to the training room to let out your frustrations, not even taking the time to wrap your hands you punched the bag until it was broken. Tony wasn’t really happy about that but didn’t say anything. The pain it caused made you forget about the pain your relationship with Natasha caused you.

The team noticed a change but they decided to give you some time to figure out what was happening. Your willingness to do stupid and dangerous things got worse and worse.

“Fury, I thought I could go on the mission with Wanda. I know that she doesn’t need help but I’d feel better if I could be a back up” you told him. “Fine, I’m sure she’s fine with it. You’ll leave in 10, so hurry” you quickly went to change.

“Where you going?” Natasha asked when she saw you in your tactical suit walking to the hangers. “Mission” you mumbled walking past her. She was confused, normally you told her when you had missions and you’d come to say goodbye. Sure, over time it got less but you’d at least tell her.

“Are you crazy?” Wanda screamed at you when she finally carried you back to the jet. You jumped in front of her getting shot several times, stomachs, shoulder and leg. She knew screaming at you was kind of useless as you were nearly unconscious due to loosing a lot of blood and the pain you were feeling.

She tried to press down on all your wounds while programming the jet to fly back to the compound. “Y/n, stay with me alright? We will be there soon and everything will be fine” she tried to calm you and herself being deeply scared of losing you and having to tell Natasha that it was her fault.

“Wands, calm down. Everything will be fine, even if I die. It’s more important that you live, tell Nat I’m sorry for not being good enough and that I love her” your eyes fluttered close and Wanda tried to shake you to wake you up.

“Bruce! Make everything ready for an operation. Y/n got shot and she blacked out, I think she’s still alive but I don’t know” Wanda cried out sitting next to your lifeless body using her magic to press down on all your wounds.

But there was something that just wouldn’t give her peace. You’ve never been so reckless and while you always tried to save everybody you could have easily just pushed the both of you down. Her gaze fell to your wounded hands from before and to how thin you’ve gotten.

She hated what she was doing, she really did but she just had to know. So, she used her magic to see what was going on inside your head. The girl who lost her whole family was taken back by the pain she felt inside you. It was so dark that she wasn’t surprised about your behavior anymore.

You didn’t want people to judge you for killing yourself, so you tried to get yourself killed.

But before Wanda could think about it further the jet landed and Bruce and Tony rushed inside to get you out. You were immediately carried to the o.r.

Natasha, who wasn’t informed about your injuries, stood at the side shocked as they pushed you past her. “Wanda… what happened?” She was too stocked to really speak, barely getting out the three words. “She sacrificed herself for me… if she survives this, go and talk to her, your insecurities are killing her” Wanda told her before disappearing.

The witch decided that she wasn’t going to break Natasha’s heart like that, if you weren’t going to survive she would mourn enough. As much as she’d like to comfort the widow, she needed time for herself.

After a couple more moments of shock Nat sprinted to the O.r. where the rest of the team already was. “Nat, I’m so sorry” Clint said as he walked over to hug her but she pulled away. “No, she’ll be fine and then there’s nothing to be sorry for” she told him sitting on a chair in the corner away from anybody.

Guilt and anxiety was eating her up. She was so scared of loving and being loved that she thought it was better to push you away, but now that you may be on your death bed she couldn’t believe how stupid she was. You were the greatest person she knew and you’ve always done everything for her. And Wanda’s comment didn’t make it better, so she decided to do to the witch.

“Wanda” she mumbled as she opened the door after knocking. “Natasha” the witch answered coldly. “I have to talk to you. I need to know what you meant by your statement. I know I fucked up with the way I treated her but I know that what you said implied that this was my fault and I HAVE to know why” she begged causing Wanda to pet the space next to her.

She liked Natasha, they were friends and she knew she went through a lot, so she wanted to make this easy on her. “I had to go through her head to know why she was acting like that and turns out, the way you kind of neglected her caused her to get back into a depressive episode. She turned to self destroying behaviors. I believe that this mission was a try to get herself killed” Wanda explained hugging the other woman tightly as she sobbed.

After some comfort from the younger girl and reassuring, the A.I. called out for Nat. “Miss Romanoff, Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner want to see you” the two ran to the men to figure out what happened to you.

“Tony, is she alive? Can I get to her? Please tell me I can see her” the redhead rambled with panic in her eyes. “Calm down Romanoff, Y/n will be fine. Most of the bullets went through, we stopped the bleeding and repaired what we could. She should wake up in an hour, but she won’t be able to go on missions or train for a while” and with that Banner let her into your room.

When she saw you laying there she couldn’t hold in the tears. Sitting down next to you she grabbed your hand and placed kisses on your broken knuckles. And that was her position for the following hour.

You slightly stirred awake causing Natasha to stand up and lay her hand on your cheek. “Hey my love, you’re alright. I’m here, you will be fine” she repeatedly told you as you woke up. “Natasha? What are you doing here?” You asked the woman shocking her slightly. “You don’t like beating around the bush huh?” She chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry for how I treated you baby. I was insecure and thought this would make it easier for me, I didn’t want to believe that you like me so much that it’d actually hurt you.” She explained grabbing your hand.

As much as she hurt you, you understood that she was insecure and that she had problems with communications. “You’re lucky I love you, but if you don’t come and talk to me next time we’re over” you threatened before lightly kissing her lips.

It took a while until the trust was built back up, your injuries healed and your mind was back in the right place but every second of work was worth it. Natasha was the love of your life and you were hers.

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader

[neutron-stars-collision]

Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 13 - Forbidden bliss

Masterlist; Chapter 12 Summary: Unable to make peace with the recent events, you make your way back to Wayne Tower to check up on Bruce. What follows makes it extremely difficult to stay unattached... Warnings: 18+ (I mean it, that's it, your only warning, just in case you've missed my not-so-subtle hints); swearing; tiny bit of angst because it's them. Author's Notes: I'm sorry, both for how long this is (hello, 10k, I've missed you 🥲) and how long it took me to write it. I do hope it fulfils some expectations though. It's a scene that had been in my outline from day one, the scene that I had been daydreaming about from mid-March roughly. Writing it down wasn't all too easy for those same reasons but I did try... And I don't hate it, that's for sure. With that said, I hope you won't hate it either 🙈 Enjoy this whole spectrum of human emotions, and let me know what you think? 💕 Taglist: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella

(gif credit @casian)

You never made it home, choosing to wander the streets washed with rain and allowing the downpour to soak your clothes. It hardly mattered when it seemed impossible to escape the thoughts that plagued your mind, rousing anxiety and forcing you to question every decision. At least in the rain, shivering and tired, you had other things to worry about than Bruce, Alfred, and how come you had found yourself stuck somewhere you never wanted to be. Where did you make a mistake? When did you fuck it up?

So, you walked onwards past the trains that could take you home and past the cafes, which could serve as a haven. A couple of times, you had contemplated calling Bruce, if only to check whether he returned home and got the needed rest. But then you always managed to talk yourself out of it, unable to shake off the doubts about whether he would even want to talk to you. Because who were you for him? A nuisance, quite likely.

It was five in the morning when you finally managed to follow the logic and entered an all-night diner to order a cup of coffee and dry off. One glance at the television screen still reporting on the chase downtown was enough to trigger the decision-making process. It was not a process anymore, for when the newscaster switched the topic to the explosion at the Wayne Tower, you asked for the tab. It was pointless. You could never sit by idly and pretend everything was fine when it was not. Even if the price for admission of the truth could be your sanity. Even if, perhaps, you were giving in to the feeling which would be best ignored.

By the time you made it to the tower, the dawn was creeping on the horizon, bathing everything in a chilly glow which could be easily mistaken for hope. That is if one could still believe in it. Letting out a sigh, you quickly climbed the steps and followed the familiar routine, checking half a dozen times whether there were no witnesses. Bruce had enough attention for the day, if not for the month. Luckily, there was no one watching as you slipped in through the door and closed them behind your back.

The darkness of the foyer was no longer that intimidating as you easily navigated through the space to the lift. The smokey undertone of the air made you frown as you pressed the button taking you to the study and leaned on the cabin wall. It all could have been a mistake. Major one. The knot in your chest tightened, making it harder to breathe and pretend like you did not know the odds. Odds such as Bruce being asleep or simply unwilling to see you. The encounter at the hospital did not go down too well either. You could not ignore or forget it, blissfully visiting him as if he asked you to. But now that you were close enough, you could check on him, you could not talk yourself out of it. No matter the price or the embarrassment that would likely follow.

All thoughts were wiped clean as the lift stopped, and you opened the crate, immediately noticing the darkness of the study, interrupted only by the dancing flames in the fireplace. Yet it was not quiet, the faint noises drawing you into the room and behind the pillars. Your gaze fell upon Bruce, kneeling on the wooden floor in the centre of what appeared to be a spray-painted mind map. He was shirtless, facing the other side of the room and unaware of the company. The mind map was lit by a series of mismatched lamps, gathered around the perimeter and complete with a series of photos and documents. You quickly understood that you were looking at the case, pieces of the puzzle spread out on the hardwood floors with a nearly maniacal level of detail. As if he did not care that the spray had damaged the wood or that it was too late for him to figure things out. As if he could not stop thinking about it, driven close to the edge of madness. If not already past it. Damn it.

Your shuddering exhale was a giveaway even before you found the words to say. Bruce whipped around to face you as if burned, his mouth agape in shock.

“What are you doing here?” the harsh edge to his voice made you wince as Bruce glanced at the mind map and then back at you, evidently feeling guilty.

Nothing made any sense, but now you could no longer run, so you strode forwards, inching that little bit closer to where he was standing. Checking twice whether you had not crossed the lines on the floor, you allowed yourself a bite back:

“I could ask you the same thing” upon your incredulous look, Bruce visibly shrunk, dropping his gaze to stare at the ground “Thought I’ll check up on you… Now I’m glad I did” that was enough taunting for the occasion, quickly replaced with a slight frown “Alfred is going to be pissed about the floors, you know,”

Unable to stand still for much longer, you knelt on the floor, reaching out towards the markings. They seemed permanent enough to withstand mild pressure. Yep, Alfred is going to be very annoyed. The next time you looked up from the map, Bruce was staring at you, his gaze indecipherable. Feeling the heat of his eyes take you apart, you glanced down again, involuntarily letting your gaze skim over his bare chest. The muscles and the bruises all drew you like a magnet.

“I… I’m trying to understand him,” Bruce spoke suddenly, throwing you out of the strange ruminations into the darkness of your situation.

You partially welcomed the change, the opportunity to breathe a little deeper and focus on something else.

“Riddler?” sliding onto your backside, you sat on the floor and regarded him curiously.

It was as if your question had opened the metaphorical “floodgates”, for once Bruce started speaking the stream of words would not stop. Chaotic and frantic, yet raw and painful at the same time:

“Yes, he made us visit the old orphanage my father established under the Wayne Foundation and it… There was this movie, a clip from the day he announced he was going to run for mayor and on the wall, it said… It said something about the sins of the father and that I’ll have to pay, but how can I pay when I don’t even understand it?” he finished out of breath, panting as the outpour of emotions had left him nearly empty.

That was enough. You were up even before you knew you had moved, the heart pounding hard in your chest. Careful not to destroy his work, you crept closer and placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Bruce, breathe” lowering the voice to a soothing whisper, you zeroed in on the sofa near the fireplace and tugged on his hand to show the intent, “Come, sit with me,” the gentle tone was surprising, even to your ears.

You had no idea where it came from but somehow knew that trying to understand it would hurt even more. Instead, you waited for Bruce to acknowledge your plea and offered him a smile, fingers curling around his in what was becoming a familiar motion. He followed you after a second of hesitation, glancing with surprise at the daylight streaming through the windows:

“It’s dawning,” the matter-of-fact tone soon broken by a distressed ramble, “You should be sleeping or… Or-” shutting him up with your fingers against his lips, you pulled him onto the couch.

Perhaps surprisingly, Bruce did not fight you, instead settling onto the cushions with a defeated sigh. His eyes still fixed on your face as if hoping to commit it to memory. It was too easy to offer him a smile, tracing the shape of his lips with your fingertips and then over the curve of his jaw.

“I’m exactly where I should be” once you whispered the words, you knew they were true, “What happened?”

You could tell Bruce wanted to argue. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, never uttering more than a syllable. And then he slumped lower, his head dropping on the backrest. Once he started speaking, you had to creep closer to hear him:

“I was with Gordon. We were trying to catch Penguin, to somehow prove he’s the rat” the dark tone made you frown as you folded your legs and waited patiently for him to continue, “But then it all went to shit,” Bruce chuckled lowly, the sound devoid of joy.

You could not help but join him in the expression, leaning back as well. Close enough he could rest his head against your shoulder should he want to. Why would he? It was stupid. You were stupid. Ignoring the desire to groan with frustration, you filled in with a question:

“The chase? I saw it on tv” you never got to tell him off for it.

It did not matter anymore, but still, you made sure to convey the warning in your glare as Bruce gave you a cautious glance and nodded.

“Yeah, I… And you were right; it’s not Penguin. Turns out I’m an idiot” as if acting on impulse, he reached out to squeeze your knee before retreating, evidently sure it was not the right thing to do.

The distraction worked if that was what he was aiming for, making you blink twice, eager to clear your head and understand what he was saying. Once it clicked, you could not hold back the sigh:

“Sometimes definitely, but those riddles are confusing. Anyone could get it wrong” your fingers twitched in your lap, having a mind of their own, so you folded your arms across the chest to stop yourself from making mistakes.

Bruce was still staring at the ceiling, taking long pauses between the answers as if the whole act of speaking took too much energy.

“Not me. I should be smarter than him” the defiance in his voice at any other moment would have irked you.

This time, it only increased the ache in your chest and made you shiver. The anxious thoughts were not going anywhere, promising to drive you insane should this stretch on for a little longer. You pushed it away, any time but now.

“You’re not superhuman, Bruce,” whispering the words you could have predicted they would not do.

That he would argue. Yet nothing prepared you for the vacant look he gave you next, the ice cold of his blue eyes piercing right through your withering hope and turning it to dust.

“I should be better than this,” emphasizing to berate himself, even more, the emptiness in his gaze gave way to the same pain you saw hours ago in the hospital, “It’s clearly all my fault” as if punctuating the sentence, Bruce lurched forward, resting elbows on his knees.

Staring at the floor. Anywhere but at you. Closing off, raising the walls you secretly hoped had been long past you. But, as long as Bruce did not tell you to leave, you would stay. You would keep on trying. Slowly, you mirrored his position, all the while letting your feelings into the argument:

“I beg to differ. You’re already doing more than enough. No one expects the son of Thomas Wayne to hunt criminals after hours, and yet here you are. Bruising and bleeding for this city,” Bruce did not move, so he decided for you.

Ignoring the alarms blaring in your head, you reached toward him, coaxing him to meet your gaze as you pressed your palm against the blooming bruise on his ribcage. One of the many you tended to only days before. His skin was warm beneath your hand, raising with each shuddering exhale. It was almost grounding. If you were to ignore the heart hammering in your chest and how Bruce stared at you. He seemed grateful, but at the same time, the heat in his gaze was impossible to name. And terrifying, too. He pulled you in with every beat that went by without either of you moving, making it so much easier to caress his skin slowly. Aiming for reassurance while driving yourself mad.

Whatever it was, it passed the moment Bruce spoke up again, too lost within his pain to listen to a word you said:

“But it should’ve been me tonight. Not Alfred” you could feel his muscles tense underneath your touch as Bruce tightened the fists, his face once again closed off from anything but self-directed spite, “He’s never done anything wrong but still had to pay for my mistakes,”

It was hard to find something to say. Anything that could make him feel better when it seemed like Bruce was too deep in misery to care about anything else. The ache in your chest threatened to overcome your logic soon should you stay, but there was no alternative. You could not leave him. Your heart would not let you.

You did not notice when Bruce moved, so once he placed his head on your shoulder, you almost jumped out of your skin. Swallowing down the gasp, you slowly soaked in the feeling of the pleasant weight. Before you could get too comfortable, his whisper threw you right out of it:

“I’m so fucking tired of it all” it was not even what he said, but rather how he said it.

Utterly defeated and unwilling to fight the darkness within him.

Your hands clenched into fists in your lap as you asked:

“Of what?” the small voice sounded almost foreign in your ears.

Everything felt out of your depths. As if you tried swimming with the sharks and were about to meet your demise. Yet there was nowhere else you would rather be but with Bruce, feeling his soft hair brush against your neck and the warmth of his breath against your skin. Bruce swallowed hard.

“Losing everyone I care about. I used to think I’m over it all, but I’m not. I can’t- Loneliness terrifies me, but I can’t keep letting people in, only for them to get hurt or… or worse” with each word, his breath grew shallower, tinting the words with pain and lacing them with tears.

Once he finished speaking, Bruce was stifling sobs. You did not need more than that to find another buried spark of courage. Reaching out for his hand, you relaxed his fist and whispered:

“Hey, look at me,” gently tilting his chin so that he had to meet your gaze; your heart breaking over the tears shining in his eyes and falling down his cheeks “For whatever it’s worth, you’re not alone. I’m still here, and I’m not going anywhere” your voice broke at the end of the sentiment, betraying the truths you masked with the simple reassurance “I know I’m not anyone important, but I’m here” not trusting yourself to keep on speaking, you squeezed his palm and offered him a smile.

Ignoring the heart hammering in your chest and the tightness around the ribs. Pretending not to feel the warmth spreading across your body upon one, simple look at Bruce. Denying what you told him was a substitute for something else, something you were scared to think about.

Your crisis did not matter now. Especially not when faced with the heartbreak painting across Bruce’s face. He shuddered, the silent tears streaming down his cheeks. And then he broke, letting out a whimper which was soon swallowed by a sob, wrecking over his body as Bruce crumbled in on himself. You could only push yourself closer and gather him into your arms, allowing him to lean on you.

His crying must have drowned out the sound of your heart cracking in two, for you sure felt it break. But you held on, running your hands over his back, whispering nonsense into the crown of his head. You did not count the minutes passing by as you sat with Bruce, opting to keep your eyes closed and your mind focused on him. It was too late anyway. You have already moved past the point of turning back. He was too important, and you would have to pay for letting yourself care.

After a while, Bruce’s sobs have subsided, allowing him to deepen his breaths and relax in your embrace. With his arms wrapped loosely around your waist and the head nestled in the crook of your neck, you did not want to move. Instead, you shuffled a little closer still, choosing to pay no mind to the fact that your folded knees were partially in Bruce’s lap and let go of his hand to trail your fingertips up his forearm. The gentle touch made him sigh and tremble, somehow burying further into you. You allowed him to do just that, content to sit there and cradle him for as long as Bruce would let you. Nothing else mattered, not really. Not when you felt like you had already lost.

It took him another half hour or so to break the heavy silence. He raised his head from where it rested on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your cheek so suddenly that you might have missed it. You did not, staring like a frightened animal straight into Bruce’s reddened eyes as he seemed to take you in, arrested by an invisible force. As if sensing your growing panic, he cupped your face cautiously, letting his fingers skim over your cheek in a simple caress. It took a lot of resilience to hold back the gasp building in your throat.

“You’re more important than you know” Bruce’s sudden admission was the one to break you out of the stupor.

Rather harshly at that. Your mouth opened agape as you processed what Bruce said and compared it with the depth of fondness you could see in his gaze. Both did nothing to slow the blood rushing through your veins or ease the worries. Because what if you were about to fuck it all up? What if he was only saying it because it sounded good? What if it wasn’t true?

It was the fear fueling your reply when you spoke:

“Bruce, I’d rather you didn’t say things you don’t mean” desperate to hide the vulnerability of the moment, you ended the eye contact and chose to stare at your lap, “Not right now,”

The addition came out strained with the weight of another realization. It was only now that the proximity of your bodies caught up with you, making your face heat up. With your legs folded, you were just a mere step away from what would constitute sitting in Bruce’s lap. His face was inches away, too reachable and tempting to do things that could not be undone. And it was beginning to seem like Bruce was no longer terrified of the closeness. No longer scared of you.

“Why?” his questioning whisper created another crack in the wall of defences you tried to enforce.

You were slowly running out of those, unable to fight the rebellion taking place within your heart. The heart wants what it wants, right? Fuck.

It was almost terrifying to raise your head and look at Bruce, never anticipating what you would find in his eyes. The way he stared back seemed impossible to name or mirror, showing you utmost affection and warmth. As if he did not hold any inhibitions anymore, accepting the pull between you for what it was. And for what it could be. Taking a deep breath, you chose to face it head-on:

“Because I feel like breaking all the rules I ever had”

Between the last syllable and the next heartbeat, Bruce crashed his mouth into yours, forcing a gasp out of your throat. For a quarter of a second, you considered letting the fear and doubts win this one and push him away. But the heart was victorious as you shifted onto your knees and buried your fingers in his hair to bring him closer. As if eager to contradict everything you thought you knew about him, Bruce was the one to deepen the kiss and run his tongue along your bottom lip, increasing the hunger coursing through your veins. There was none of the previous shyness in his actions as Bruce placed his hands on your hips and pulled you down to straddle his lap. None of the previous uncertainty in the teeth nipping at your lips, tearing whimpers out of your mouth, and breaking through the anxieties.

The selfishness woke up next, helping you admit that this was what you wanted. Why shouldn’t you reach out for it? Accepting his subtle guidance, you broke the kiss to take another deep breath and settle on Bruce’s lap, looping your hands around his neck. Before you could reach out to capture his lips again, he tilted your chin, the searching look in his eyes asking a silent question. It was a way out, an opportunity to back off. Maybe even pretend it did not happen or blame it on the recent week. Only you found that you did not want to. Not when Bruce was so close and looking at you like no one ever did. Your lips twisted into a smirk as you nodded and pulled him in for another kiss.

This time it was much slower, your tongue exploring the inside of his mouth and drawing out soft noises from Bruce. With his hands firmly planted on your hips and the thumbs tentatively brushing over the skin underneath your shirt, you felt the storm in your head quieten. As if the chaos was easing, and all that was left was a pleasant hum. As if it was meant to be, almost. Choosing to follow the rare, hopeful thought, you slid your hands down his neck and the broad shoulders to rest over his chest. Taking each kiss for what it could be – a chance to be with him, even if for this one moment.

Soon it became a familiar game, the silence interwoven with broken gasps and desperate whimpers. Your hands wandering over his skin, caressing each bruise and scar, and inching down his chest to feel the firm muscles underneath your palms. Bruce was not far behind, taking his time to take whatever he could from the kisses you gladly gave him, occasionally brave enough to toy with the hem of your shirt, earning your grin. You were happy to follow it with a precise peck on the corner of his mouth and then trail your lips to the edge of his sharp jaw, following the path you had trodden before. If only to distract yourself from the warmth incessantly pooling between your thighs and pulsing with the need, that would soon become unbearable.

It was too easy to lose yourself in the process, finding the perfect spots to make Bruce breathless and trembling. His hesitant fingers wandered further beneath your shirt, creating goosebumps in their wake. Until all you could think of was getting rid of the excess clothing and feeling his skin on yours. Learn how he sounds when he begs. That thought made you grind on his thigh, biting the skin over Bruce’s pulse point until he was gasping and digging his fingers into your sides. In the morning, you would be both bruised. But it did not matter. Once you allowed yourself to have this, the needs have been awakened for good.

Pulling back a fraction to finally look at Bruce, you were welcomed with a fascinating sight. His hair was in disarray, falling over his eyes; pupils blown wide and consumed by lust; the lips swollen and red, still tasting like you. He was beautiful. It was a thought and a sentence you smothered with effort, unwilling to taint the mood with what could be too profound. So, instead, you met his gaze with a smirk and allowed your fingers to toy with the band of his trousers and scratch down the thin line of hair covering his abdomen above it.

That is until you saw Bruce’s eyes widen, his hands suddenly reaching out to rest on your wrists, stopping all the intents you could have had. A question bloomed on your lips, but before you could say it, Bruce spoke, his voice wavering and raspy:

“I- I’m not sure- I’ve never…” faltering with frustration etched onto his face, he tried again, looking down upon his lap as if embarrassed to say it, “I’m not sure what to do…”

The resignation rang loud and clear as if Bruce was beyond convinced that his revelation would change your mind. That it was the last straw, and with it out in the open, you would leave. Despite the seriousness of the moment, you could not help but smile, shaking your head lightly at the idea. Idiot. It was nothing you did not expect, and even if – so what? You wanted Bruce, exactly as he is, not a seasoned lover. You just had to make sure he understood as much. Hooking your fingers over his chin, you tilted his head up to force him to meet your gaze:

“Hey, that’s alright” pouring the reassurance into your voice, you sent him a smile and added, “I don’t mind. Do you want to?” there, the most important of questions.

The one you had to ask and the same that could break you. Yet when staring right back into his blue eyes, you knew it would not. There was nothing but gratitude and desire there, written out for you to see for yourself. Bruce smiled bashfully, the pink tint on his cheeks close to a fixture by now. He swallowed hard, gathering courage, and replied:

“Yes, I… I want you” it was nothing more than a whisper, but it felt like a heartfelt confession.

You knew that it was one, too. Ignoring the chaos within your head, you leaned forward to press a kiss on his forehead and offered a wicked grin, giving into the feelings. There was only one answer you could give him.

“I’ll show you then” a quick look at your surroundings helped to take another decision as you stood up from Bruce’s lap and instantly tugged his hand to join you, “Just not here. Come on,” upon his questioning glance, you added with the mischievous glint in your eyes “I’d rather Dory didn’t walk in on… that”

You did not need to turn around to know what his sharp gasp meant. Bruce’s grip around your hand never loosened as you led him up the staircase and down the corridor. He did not protest when you entered his bedroom and closed the doors behind you quietly. It was challenging to remember that it was already morning, and soon the halls could be alive with the sounds of Dory’s bustling around. But it did not matter. Nothing but Bruce did. Once inside his room, you switched on the bedside lamp to provide a warm glow and turned to face him.

As if slightly frozen by nerves, Bruce was motionless, standing by the door, eyes darting between you and the bed, cheeks blushing red. That would not do. Closing the distance, you took hold of both of his hands and smiled lightly:

“Alright?” the simple question lightened up his face and made you beam.

Bruce reached out to brush the stray strands of hair behind your ear, caressing your temple in the process. The affection in his gaze had the potential to drive you mad with fondness.

“Yes, just… Just nervous” nodding once with a shy smile, Bruce leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead.

And adding to the issues piling up in your heart. Those had to be ignored for now. There was one last thing you had to tell Bruce before you would let the emotions and needs take the lead.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you” choosing to gaze up at him with the feelings present in your eyes, you lowered the voice to serious timbre, making sure he was listening “If at any point you want to stop, tell me. Just because you said yes once, doesn’t mean you can’t change your mind” and then, if only to hear another verbal consent, you added, “Understand, gorgeous?”

Where once there were eye rolls whenever you used nicknames, Bruce was now smiling, cupping your face tenderly, unable to look away from you if only for a second.

“Yeah, I… Thank you” it was the whisper that did it, sealing the deal in the best way.

Though there was no need for his gratitude. Not now, not ever. It was not why you were there, why you were doing everything for him. But it also had to wait for later.

“You’ll thank me later if I do everything well,” breaking through the seriousness with a wink and a hidden innuendo.

Bruce did not miss it, somehow enforcing the blush covering his cheeks. Before you could comment on it, he pulled you close, winding his arms around your waist and making you huff out a happy giggle. One shared look was enough for him to lean down and capture your lips in a drawn-out kiss, tasting and learning which of his moves earned your reaction. His teeth nibbling on your bottom lip did it. As did the careful way Bruce held you against his chest with his hands splayed over your hips possessively, yet not inflicting any pressure. But instead of moving away, you clung closer to him, looping your arms around his neck and burying your fingers in his hair. If only to pull at the strands lightly whenever Bruce hit the right spot. Or just as a way of spicing up the moment. Soon enough, you were both panting and gasping, utterly drunk on kisses and each other.

Without waiting for Bruce to lose his cool again, you gently steered him towards the edge of the bed, pushing until he was seated and gazing up at you with surprise and awe. It was impossible not to beam at him, running your fingertips over his sharp features and brushing the hair away from his eyes. A sudden strike of inspiration made you lean down to press a quick peck on his forehead before taking half a step back and throwing Bruce a wink. You did not have to ask to know that it was best to take things slow, and so, that is what you planned to do. Firstly, by assuring you no longer had the upper hand by being more dressed.

Keeping your eyes fixed on Bruce, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, allowing the material to slide down your arms to pile up on the floor. Now you were even. Well almost. You wanted to leave the bra for a little longer, not quite ready to give him everything just yet. Without missing a beat, you grinned wickedly at Bruce’s widening eyes and spoke up:

“Do you like what you see, buttercup?” winking at him again, you strode forward, closing the distance to raise his chin with your finger.

Forcing Bruce to face you, no matter the pink hue spreading along his cheeks or the pupils dilating as he took in the sight. You could almost feel his eyes wandering down your torso, drinking in what was revealed and slipping over the skin as if he was aching to touch you. Darting back to look at your face, Bruce swallowed hard and reached out to place his hands on your hips, still below the band of the trousers. He met your gaze before whispering:

“You’re beautiful” the words left his mouth in a rush, tumbling over each other as if he was holding on to them for too long.

All witty comments disappeared from your head when you processed what he said. Only the affection was left in their place, making your face warm up and eyes glaze over. The emotions seemed impossible to name, so instead of finding a response, you straddled Bruce’s lap and kissed him gently. Letting him take the gratitude and fondness directly from your tongue and swallow them whole. He did not need further encouragement, immediately letting his hands wander over the curves and valleys of your body, caressing your skin. The feeling of his warm palms over your back made you gasp into his mouth, hungrily clinging to his body, craving the warmth and the safety he provided.

No one has ever said it like that. Sure, offhand comments and sweet compliments were building up your confidence. But it has never been this simple, this straightforward. As if Bruce believed it and was willing to show you by any means possible. As if he meant it. It changed pretty much everything.

Before you could process the emotions, Bruce broke the kiss with a sigh and started trailing kisses down to the edge of your jaw and then towards the spot underneath your ear. The same one that made you moan and clench your thighs days before in his bed. This time it was not any different. Your mouth fell open in a shallow gasp as he sucked on your skin, letting his teeth catch on it and inflict a bruise. The pain making you choke back another sound and latch onto his shoulders, digging the fingernails into his skin. So you had something to hold on to as Bruce followed the first bite with many more, tracing the path of your veins down your neck. Edging your sanity towards a fall from which it would never be recovered.

With his hands holding you close and the pleasure of his mouth ravishing your neck as if you were his work of art, needing completion even if it was the last thing he ever did, you could feel the steady pulse building between your thighs and in your veins. Once Bruce had reached your collarbone and licked over the faint red mark he inflicted, his hands continued their tentative exploration, grazing over your stomach and up over the ribs. Stopping at the edge of your bra to skim over the fabric, showing slight shyness in his movement. You did not mind it, allowing yourself to get lost in the sensations, in the firmness of his warm body acting like a lifeline. Even without any words spoken, the act felt like a confession. Like an admission of vulnerability and willingness to give him everything you had. Just this once.

As if reading your mind, Bruce raised his head and met your dazed look with a bashful smile before slightly changing his grip on your body to lay you on the covers beside him, switching the position. A surprise noise escaped your throat as you relaxed on the mattress, taking him in as Bruce knelt above you, so stunning in the warm glow. On its own accord, your hand reached out to touch him, your fingertips running along his abdomen, eliciting a change in his breathing. It was simple. Bruce grabbed your wrist gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your knuckles as he shifted to hover over you, curious fingers tracing the outline of your bra yet again. You grinned.

“You can take it off, you know” it was easy to take pleasure in his embarrassed expression.

It was an invitation as much as you could muster, taking hold of his hand to guide it to the clasp on your back.

“Can I?” Bruce whispered the question with a breathy voice, caught somewhere between fascination and uncertainty.

You did not waste time shooting down any qualms he could have had.

“I want you to” squeezing his palm you let go, beaming at him as he fumbled with the fastener before managing to open it.

The shyness in his eyes was endearing, making it hard for you to look away from his face as he gently pulled down the straps from your shoulders and removed the bra, tossing it on the floor next to your shirt. Never the one to shy away from showing your body, you could feel the slight tinge of hesitation rise in your heart as Bruce’s gaze roamed over your naked torso. Actually looking and seeing rather than consuming and judging for what you could never be. Ignoring the desire to close your eyes and make the discomfort disappear, you waited with bated breath for his next move. Entirely at his mercy.

A shiver ran over your spine at the thought, shaking hands searching for something to hold. Bruce noticed the tremor, immediately offering you his free hand while his other palm began tracing invisible pathways over your skin. Starting at the hollowness between your collarbones and running down the length of your sternum, creating goosebumps in his wake and making you tighten the grip over your joint hands. There was something almost mesmerizing in how Bruce looked and touched you, tenderly and without any sense of possessiveness yet entranced. As if with every passing moment, he was falling harder- No.

Shaking off the dangerous thread of thoughts, you guided Bruce to veer away from safety, positioning his hand to cup your breast. Upon his silent question, you only nodded, your head falling back on the mattress as he swept his thumb over your hardening nipple. The slight chill in the air and the pressure of his calloused fingertips were enough to make you writhe. Your mouth opened in a quiet moan, the arousal seeping into the fabric of the panties. Soon you would need him to touch you elsewhere. But for now, you were willing to get lost in this. The teasing brush of his fingers over your breasts and stomach making you squirm. The steady look in his blue eyes slowly consumed by the blackness of his pupils. The promise of satisfaction laying just around the corner.

You tugged on his hand, urging Bruce to lean over you again and raised your chin to crash your mouth into his. Letting the hunger and feelings lead the way as you prodded his lips to open before slipping your tongue in. Slowly curling it around his and sighing at the way Bruce leaned into you, his hands never stopping to caress your body, putting your skin aflame. Without breaking the kiss, you slid your hands down his stomach, once again grazing the edge of his trousers and then lower. Only to find Bruce already hard. The corner of your lips twisted in a smirk against his mouth. Careful not to pressure him in any way, you broke the contact with your teeth tugging at his full lower lip, bruised from kissing, and met the delirious gaze with a confident look:

“Bruce, I need you to touch me” the husky tone of your voice made you huff out a dry chuckle, aware that there would be no pretending about the effect he had on you.

His eyes widened, the familiar worry resurfacing as if Bruce was still doubting whether he was enough. The idea alone sounded like a joke, yet you stifled the desire to laugh. Taking hold of his hand, you slid it from where it was palming your breast down to the band of your trousers and below. Bruce swallowed hard, sucking in the air sharply as if unable to breathe, but still followed your guidance.

“Here,” stopping just over the edge of your underwear, you whispered the word.

His fingers traced the material as Bruce seemed to consider something before admitting sheepishly:

“I don’t know how to…” there was that same anxious glimmer in his eyes.

The one that told you he was half expecting you to back off at any given point. The one that suggested despite his beauty, Bruce was not used to being wanted. Not used to being the one people desired. You had to prove him wrong.

“I’ll show you” offering him a gentle smile, you guided his hand underneath the panties.

Inadvertently gasping, once you felt the warmth of his hand over your skin, slowly diving between your thighs as you spread your legs. The darkness of his pupils nearly swallowed Bruce’s irises; his lips parted as his fingers dipped between your folds. Making you bite your lip to stifle the noises and focus on him. On how he gasped as he felt the wetness coating your slit, his eyes widening, only for Bruce to stutter out:

“God, you’re-” grinning wide, you pressed your fingers against his mouth to shut him up, already preparing the reply.

“Mhmm. Soaking wet, for you,” once Bruce held your gaze you offered another mischievous smirk.

The pink tint on his cheeks was back with vengeance. Bruce’s breath hitched as he allowed his fingers to delve in, spreading the arousal over your throbbing parts. It already felt good, even as you patiently steered his touch to brush over your clit and then down to your entrance. Nodding upon his unspoken question, you released his hand to let Bruce take over and relaxed into the mattress. As much as that was possible with the fire raging inside your body.

A plethora of curses rose in your throat as Bruce started circling your clit, finding the rhythm that had you bucking your hips into his hand. Despite his shyness, he did not hold back, quickly meeting your parted mouth with a hungry kiss, taking over the words and praises. You circled his bicep with your hand, holding tight, bruising his skin, while your other palm found solace on the nape of his neck. Holding him close enough that you could chase his lips and whisper appraisal into his ear. Just like when Bruce finally delved his finger inside you, making you bite back a sharp moan and pull him close to huff out:

“Just- Yeah, like this” the breathy response was all you could manage as he continued the tempo, taking your cues to heart.

Later, once you could speak again coherently, you would have to tell him how he might be the most attentive man you had ever been with. If only to make him blush like that again. For now, it was enough to grab a fistful of his hair and give them a slight tug, pulling Bruce in for another fervent kiss. Gasping into his mouth and curling your tongue around his to give him a fraction of the feeling back.

The coil in your lower stomach kept tightening with every minute Bruce spent coaxing the shivers and moans out of your body. Upon adding the second finger and curling them inside you, he broke the silence with a simple question:

“Does this feel good?” he met your gaze, blue eyes now so dark that you felt like you could drown in them if you kept staring at him.

Yet it was impossible to look away. At his slightly furrowed brow and how he was focused only on you. At his bruised lips and the beauty chiselled into his sharp cheekbones.

“Fuck- Yes, it does” the curse wove itself into your answer as you dug your fingers into his bicep and closed your eyes upon the darkness gathering around the edges of your sight.

The last thing you noticed were the hints of a cocky smile building in the corners of his lips. He knew what he was doing, even if it was a first. As if sensing your incoming ending, Bruce intensified the moves, leaning in to plant kisses on the crook of your neck while his thumb kept stroking through your folds. Fingers so close to the spot inside you that would make you scream, perfectly spreading the arousal and intensifying the need flowing in your veins. Your body tensed like a bowstring, overwhelmed with Bruce. You came with his name on your lips and your fingers buried in his hair. Whispering nonsense until you could no longer form words and focused on breathing him in. Letting the high he gave you wash over your body like the ebb tide.

If he was caught aback by your reaction, Bruce never showed it. He placed a final kiss underneath your ear and raised his head, slowly meeting your gaze as you opened your eyes. The curious glimmer was there, eager to ask but not knowing how. Luckily for him, you had it covered.

“You’re a natural, darling” grinning you took hold of the hand he withdrew from your pants, “You’ve just made me come” without waiting for Bruce to react, you raised his fingers to your mouth, sweeping out your tongue to lick off the remains of your demise.

Never breaking the eye contact either, in time to see them widen as Bruce gasped sharply. He seemed frozen for a beat, unable to move or breathe, dark irises consuming you whole with the zeal of a starved man. By now, you knew he would be capable of it. It was time. But before you could tell him as much, Bruce covered your mouth with his, kissing you with familiar devotion and dedication. A broken whimper planted itself on your tongue as he licked over your lower lip and buried his fingers into your hair, grazing your cheekbone and temple. Making you feel wanted, maybe even loved. Not that you had much experience on that topic.

One painful thought was the more reasons to break the kiss and use his body as the perfect leverage to switch the position so you could be on top. A smirk was only the natural reaction upon seeing Bruce speechless yet again. Rising on your knees to look down upon him, you asked:

“Do you still want to continue?” not wanting to pressure him with your touch, you let your hands rest by your sides.

So he knew there was time to back away if he wanted. But he did not seem keen to change your plans as Bruce reached out to grab both your palms and squeezed them gently.

“Yes, I… I want you” the softness in his eyes had the power to kickstart your heart as he added, voice wavering with feelings, “I want to feel you everywhere” trailing off sheepishly, Bruce seemed to lose the momentum as if worrying that he took it too far.

You had to prove him wrong without any time wasted. Squeezing his hands back, you leaned in again, low enough to brush the shell of his ear with your mouth and whisper:

“Perfect, because I want you inside me” dropping your tone to a seductive timbre, you kissed his ear and straightened back up to add, “Soon, if that’s okay,”

Bruce nodded eagerly. That was all you needed. Sending him another bright grin, you slid off his lap and onto your feet, slipping off the trousers and inviting him to do the same with your palm outstretched. He took it without hesitation, only showing the tell-tale signs of nervousness when he pulled down his sweatpants, letting them join the discarded clothing on the floor. You quickly tuned in to what could be bothering him, your gaze wandering over his body with curiosity. Noticing the toned thighs and fitting black briefs. Now you were truly even, hiding behind nothing but the fabric of your underwear. And it was terrifying. It seemed like he, too, had insecurities, turning away from your taxing gaze, his cheeks dusted pink.

Confirming your earlier deductions, you could tell that, one – Bruce was already aroused. And, two, he had no room for doubts in that area as far as you could see. Soon enough, your face was burning as well, desperate for any means of ending the awkwardness. You found it in the slight shake of his fingers, the trembling hand begging for your attention. Taking a step forward, you took it between your palms and met the familiar blue eyes, now clouded with unease:

“Is it alright if I touch you?” the nervous timbre found its way into your voice as you asked.

As much as you still were filled with the need for him, eager to find a way past the sudden obstacle, you had to make sure Bruce was happy with it. That he really wanted you to continue.

“Yeah…” nodding stiffly, Bruce seemed to maul over his thoughts before admitting, “I’m just… I’m not used to people looking at me like that” he met your gaze with a crestfallen sigh, quickly adding an apology, “Sorry, I’ll get over myself now,”

Using the permission he offered, you closed the gap between you to a minimum and placed your hand over his heart, feeling the beat speed up in response. The compassion flooded your chest as you looked at Bruce, eyes roaming over the brilliant blue eyes and handsome features. You entangled your fingers with his, keeping the grip loose yet still present and gave him a warm smile:

“There’s nothing to get over” rising on your toes, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, already knowing what to tell him and how to (hopefully) soothe his insecurities, “Trust me, I know what you mean, but… Christ, Bruce, you’re so beautiful I don’t even have to words to express it” faced with his sceptical look, verging on willingness to believe you and being unable to, you just shrugged, offering an alternative with your hand still placed neatly over his heart “So let me show you instead,”

“Okay” this time, he did not hesitate, squeezing your hand within his grasp before releasing it.

A grateful grin you sent him made Bruce smile shyly, which you had to count as a win. Even if a small one, for a start. With both hands to aid your needs, you allowed them to caress his torso, skimming over the scars and the bruises. Gently brushing along the muscles on his stomach and testing the territory as your fingers traced the faint hair trail leading down to the briefs. Bruce shuddered upon your teasing but did not move away, deepening his breath with eyes half closed. It was not difficult to let the emotions back into your voice and actions, letting your hand travel lower as you met his dark gaze and whispered:

“Because I haven’t wanted a man this much for a long time. You’re all I can think about, Mr Wayne,” leaning close to press your lips to the corner of his mouth as your hand palmed him through his underwear.

Bruce gasped sharply, moving his head to chase after your lips and kiss you earnestly, proving your suspicions yet again. It was, without a doubt, going to be fun. Especially when knowing what you did about his… likes. The list was growing, even if only in your mind. It was easy enough to let him ravish your mouth as if his life depended upon it, all the while tentatively letting your hand explore him through the material. Simultaneously making Bruce bite hard into your lip, eliciting a whimper and making you press your palm a little harder against him in response. Breaking the kiss, Bruce met your gaze, the darkness of his blown pupils assuring you of what you already expected. He wanted to continue. You were happy to give him just that.

“How- How do you want…?” his tongue caught on the words, but Bruce got them out and glanced at the bed if you needed clarification.

The thoughtfulness made you smile as you quickly went through the options in your head before replying:

“Sit down, just like before” you nodded towards the mattress and gave him a final peck on the lips, “I’ll take care of you,” letting the whisper fill in the spaces between your bodies.

You waited for Bruce to cross the space, hesitantly settling on the bed with his back against the headboard before you slipped off the underwear and grinned at his dumbfounded look. Once again, he was rendered speechless, his cheeks burning from excitement and shyness you hoped to eradicate soon. But for now, it was enough to have Bruce watch you with that hunger in his eyes, staring as you crawled upon the bed and straddled his lap, immediately diving in for a kiss. Your own way of expressing what you saw in his gaze. You kissed him feverishly until he had been reduced to gasps, and his fingers were digging into your waist. Until Bruce had to be the one to lean back, desperate for oxygen yet unwilling to let go of you. That is when you met his gaze and wordlessly asked for permission to get rid of his briefs before taking them off and sealing the deal by taking hold of his hand and placing a kiss on his knuckles.

Only then did you allow yourself a shameless look, your gaze drifting from his burning cheeks to the bruised, kissed mouth and down the chest, marked with pain and history. He did not disappoint, making you swallow hard upon the sight of his member. Definitely, undoubtedly ready for you. Fuck. Ignoring the desire to stare, you dragged your eyes to his face again, willing to get rid of his doubts with a beaming smile and a lingering kiss on his cheek. Bruce chased after your mouth, catching your lower lip between his teeth and nibbling upon the tender skin. Adding on to the steady fire in the pit of your stomach and making the desire wet the slit between your thighs. Unable to hold back the frustrated groan, you broke the kiss to pant out a one-worded question:

“Yes?” you half-expected him not to understand it, considering coherence was nowhere to be found.

But Bruce knew what you meant, leaning close to rest his forehead against yours, his arms coming around your body to cradle you flush against his chest. The lust in his eyes made the breath catch in your throat, the butterflies in your stomach wreaking havoc.

“Please,” his husky voice was the metaphorical nail in the coffin.

Once you heard the desperation and need in his voice, you knew it was over. There would be no more pretending, no chance of playing it all off under the guise of ‘no strings attached’. There were strings, too many of them to count. Ignoring the desire to say three words too much right there and then, you leaned to an inch of space between your lips and spoke:

“Anything for you,” you meant it.

When you met Bruce’s gaze, you knew he understood it too, effortlessly closing the gap between your faces and kissing the confessions off your tongue. Lost in the kiss, he never noticed when you raised your hips and used your free hand to guide him inside you. Lowering down onto his length with a hiss that Bruce soon mirrored, gasping as he ended the contact and opened his eyes. A brief look of surprise flashed across his face as he seemed to take in the sensation, giving you a moment to settle with your arms on his shoulders, gazing down upon him. It was for the best you could not see what your eyes showed. Otherwise, you risked panic and worried Bruce would see that, which you did not dare acknowledge. That there was so much more to it than a release of pent-up sexual tension and a moment of comfort. That you already wanted more.

Because it felt right, good, as you allowed his length to fill you in, satisfying the need you stifled for much too long. His arms tightened around your waist as Bruce held you close, his eyes never leaving your face. Mouth parted and the shallow breaths sparse as if they needed too much effort on his side. The wave of affection rose in your chest as you cupped his cheek and grinned.

“Alright?” simply asking because you could, and he was there.

Smiling back at you even through the daze. Filling you in better than anyone before. That sanity and pretending were long out through the window.

“Yes, yeah,” especially as Bruce gave you a breathy chuckle after the reply and started trailing kisses down the curve of your throat, making it harder to speak, let alone think.

So, you did what you knew best, throwing your head back to expose more skin for his use and started moving. Slowly rising on your knees to create pleasant friction and then falling back down, accompanied by Bruce’s panting. His hot breath fanned your skin, flushing the warmth over your torso. Guided by his wordless cues, you build up a rhythm, rocking into him with a languid pace, willing to extend the bliss for the both of you. With his lips kissing a pathway down your sternum, the brave tongue sweeping across your sweaty skin and the euphoric bliss of the shared moment, you could no longer escape it. The feelings kept pouring into your heart, taking apart the act and the pretending, till it was just you and Bruce, joined in the most intimate of embraces.

Desperate to keep the anxiety at bay, you tilted his chin to meet his lips, giving him the scattered words and sounds the best you knew how. Without confessions and promises, that would destroy everything sooner or later. As if sensing your change of heart, Bruce did not allow the kiss to transform into another make-out and met your gaze. The blue depths pulled you in as always, making you lose the rhythm. Bruce was the one to surprise you by taking the initiative and thrusting inside you, eliciting a sharp moan out of your throat and making you dig your fingers into his shoulders, marking the skin.

You could see it in his eyes and feel the tension in his body soon after as Bruce whimpered and tried to hide his face in the crook of your neck. You did not let him, sensing the shame coming off in waves as you forced him to meet your gaze again and breathed out the encouragement:

“It’s alright. I’ve got you” sealing the words with a gentle kiss, you made sure to rock forwards again, letting Bruce inch closer to release he was approaching, “Let it go,” the dilemma ebbed away as the familiar darkness took its place in his eyes.

That was exactly why you chose to do two things at once. Or three, perhaps. Your lips quirked into a cheeky smirk that Bruce never noticed. Without a preamble, you pushed him with your hands firmly pressed to his chest, grinning as his back hit the mattress and made him gasp. With him lying down you could easily find a deeper angle, his length hitting that sweet spot at your core. Another moan broke through the quiet. Bruce’s eyes squeezed shut as his mouth opened in a breathless groan. Just as you could feel him giving in to the orgasm, you whispered:

“Good boy”

He shuddered, your name on his tongue as he came inside you, making you inch closer to your release. Fighting the trembling body and using your hand to stimulate the clit, riding him faster to chase your selfish pleasure. Bruce did not seem to mind it, his hands caressing your breasts. His eyes acted like a lifeline to pull you through whatever came next and back to safety, back to his arms.

You did not know what the trigger was, only that one moment you were grinding into him and the next you were collapsing onto his chest with his name like a mantra on your lips. Having already recovered, Bruce wrapped you in his arms and held you close, helping to ride the high till it eased and your bones turned into putty. Not wanting to let go just yet, you only raised your head to find his eyes and asked:

“Are you okay?” brushing the sticking strands away from his forehead and letting your fingers gently caress his cheek.

Feeling the faint stubble, and the sharp bones, his gaze still hazed over, drawing you like a moth to a flame. But it was wrong. You had already burned to ash minutes before and now could only stare, making peace with the fact that nothing would ever be the same. Never again.

Blind to your struggle, Bruce gave you a beaming smile, his hand steadily running down the curve of your spine.

“Yeah, it’s… It’s been amazing” it seemed like Bruce was not getting rid of the blush anytime soon.

Still, it was impossible not to share the slightly bashful grin and crawl up a few inches to steal a kiss from his lips before replying:

“Brilliant,” and you meant it, even if already feeling the repercussions of what you did not regret.

No, it wasn’t shame, either. More like the inability to shut up the part of your brain that was increasingly convinced admitting you felt something more towards Bruce would be like signing your death warrant. That nothing good could come of it, no matter how hard you tried. People like you did not deserve it. Just that.

Unable to ignore the unease, you shot him another smile and slowly untangled from the embrace, rolling off his body to rest on your side next to Bruce. Desperate for a distraction, you were raking your brain for something to say when he broke the silence:

“Is it- Was it… good for you?” finally getting out the words, Bruce turned a darker shade of scarlet yet still tentatively reached out to pull you closer.

You could not hold back a smile, feeling your chest warm up at his thoughtfulness, especially with the awkwardness that must have been nagging at his brain. Drawing into his side, you settled your head against his chest and snuggled, already knowing the response:

“More than that” there was no point pretending as the words poured right from your heart and into your mouth, “You were really good to me,”

Better than anyone ever before.

“Because I couldn’t last long and-” hearing the uncertainty rise in his tone, you raised your head again and interrupted him with your fingers pressed to his mouth.

There was no place for this here, with you. Not from Bruce, who already proved to be so much more than he dared believe. So much better. Once you had him quiet, you placed your head back on his chest and spoke:

“If this was your first, then I’m jealous of anyone who’s going to be with you next,” absentmindedly tracing the scars on his abdomen and letting the realization sink in.

The realization that it was true. You could do nothing about it without risking too much.

“That’s assuming there will be anyone else” Bruce’s quiet voice over your head was enough to make the breath catch in your throat, unwilling to believe you understood him correctly.

Could he mean it? You could not dare face his gaze again, so you stayed frozen in your spot, stopping the caress and choosing to stare at the wall instead. Mulling over the responses before settling for something that seemed good enough.

“Bruce…” the hint of a warning you did not mean yet chose to give anyway, “If you’re thinking what I assume you’re thinking, then don’t. I don’t want to have this conversation now” the tiredness seeped into your tone as you finished the sentence on a sigh.

Cuddling closer to what felt like safety. Closer to him.

“Why not?” even if, currently, Bruce was asking inconvenient questions.

Stifling the groan and biting hard into your lip to let the pain hide the ache of your cracking heart, you buried your head in the crook of his neck. Pressed your lips into his collarbone as Bruce’s arm tightened around your waist. Only when you felt like you could breathe again you opened your mouth:

“Because we could make promises we cannot keep” squeezing your eyes shut, you felt a stray tear trickle down your cheek.

When the morning light began falling through the crack between the curtains, you were both asleep. Denying the beginning of a new day and the traitorous passage of time.

#the batman #the batman 2022 #the batman x reader #the batman x y/n #the batman x you #robert pattinson #robert pattinson x reader #robert pattinson x y/n #robert pattinson!batman x reader #robert pattinson!bruce wayne #battinson #battinson x reader #battinson x you #battinson x female reader #battinson fic #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x you #bruce wayne x y/n #batman x reader #batman x y/n #batman x you #waiting for the night

[afro-hispwriter]

Don’t Blame me, Love made me Crazy(pt.1)

The Batman 2022

Bruce Wayne/Batman x f!Black!Reader

Summary- getting back in contact with your ex isn't always a bad thing

Warnings- mentions of past break up, injuries, mutual pinning, oral(f receiving), jealousy 

wc- 2.4k

a/n- I didn't feel like watching the batman movie again just to write this so bare with me

*inspired by Taylor Swifts- 'Don't Blame Me' and some The Batman tiktok edits lol*

taglist- @blue-aconite @cursedandromedablack @philiasoul @a-little-disguised @pop-rocks-and-skittles-and-skittles @xingqiusliegee @lana-isabelle @dopeqff @shawty-writes-a-little

pt.2

-

Working at the Iceberg Lounge was not what you thought was going to happen after your break up with the Bruce Wayne almost a year ago.

"Bruce I cant do this anymore, you're never here and I feel like im suffocating inside this place." You cry and squeeze your eyes with your fingers. "You don't even talk to me."

"I have other things to do." He mumbles and you scoff.

"Ya, so I guess your little Vengeance thing more important than me?" You say and his eyes widen.

"How do you know about that?" He asks and you scoff. 

"Bruce I live here, or did you forget about that too?"  

"Ill make It up to you, I promise, just please don't leave." He says and tries to go in for a hug but you step back, and grab the bag that sat on the table.

"You've missed your chances." 

That was the last time you saw Bruce. It was difficult to grab a job ever since Gotham found out about the bug breakup, but the iceberg 

You were sent to grab drinks for the Penguin and when you went, you saw a large man in a suit standing there. 

It was Bruce, the suit looked familiar but was clearly much more upgraded, but it was him. You took him in some more and took notice of how he towers over you even from afar. And damn, is that a muscle suit or has he been working out.

He stared at you as you walked in. He was shocked to see you there, let alone clearly working there(he would've heard about his ex working there). He looked you up and down, letting his eyes stop at your bare legs, The penguin watched you both stare at each other and smirked.

"Its ok sweetheart, Mr. Vengeance here doesn't bite." He says and you smile at him and set his drink down on the table. Penguin notices Batman still watching your every move and chuckles. "She's beautiful aye." Bruce stayed quiet and just flickered his eyes between the two of you. " Ya she is, id offer you to go into a private room with her but she only works serving drinks up here, but I have other girls who would be more th-."

"No, I just need information on the Mayors misteress." He says and points at the files on the table. You look at them and take in a deep breath and then look at Bruce with a knowing look. He looked back and cocked his head to the side. The penguin reached into his pocket and pulled out some packets and handed it to you. You took it with a smile and thanked him, you walked away and looked Bruce up and down in his suit.

You didn't bother to listen into their conversation and just walked away. You dropped the tray at the bar and left the lounge. You hailed a cab to drive you back to your apartment. Bruce could not walk back into your life again, he just cant.

But would it be so bad if he did?

-

When you entered the apartment you could already feel the feeling of being watched. You looked out the window and that's when you saw him. Standing on the rooftop looking right back. You roll your eyes and wave him over. You barley realized him leave the rooftop because in a matter of minutes a harsh knock came to the front door and you rushed to the door and looked through the peek hole, to see him there. You open the door and he immediately pushed through making you scoff.

"Ya Batman you can come in."

"Why are you working at the Iceberg Lounge?" He asks. "Its not safe."

"Im aware Bruce, can I call you that?" You ask but he doesn't respond so you roll your eyes. "I needed money." 

"What about the money-." 

"The money that mysteriously appeared in my account the day after we broke up, ya its gone because I had to use a lot of it to buy this place." You shrug and look around the place. "I had to buy furniture, food, essentials, etc. I don't have a big business where I get millions the second I sign a paper, I actually have to work." 

He didn't say anything just looked behind you to a window and walked towards it. He shut the blinds and turned back before reaching up to unlock the cowl and slide it off. His black hair fell around his eyes and you noticed the black eyeshadow making you laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing, its just I see you found my eyeshadow pallet I forgot." Bruce shook his head and set the cowl on the coffee table. 

"I saw the look you gave me, you know something." He started but you shook your head. 

"I don't know anything, I mean I know girls have been going missing." You say and walk to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?" No response. You look back to see Bruce inspecting the table with all the overdue payment letter. "What never see an overdue letter?" 

"I can help you pay it off if you give me the information you know and help me get more." You frowned at him.

"You cant just come in here and expect me to tell you anything or even help you." 

"So you know something."

Fuck.

"And what if I do?" 

"If you, do ill make sure you don't get evicted in 3 days." He says and throws a letter on the table. You sigh and give in, scoffing before speaking.

"The mayors mistress is Annika Kosolov, haven't seen her in a bit, but the last time I saw her." You walk past Bruce and sit on the couch and he watches you. "Last time I saw her she was talking to some of the girls and she looked terrified, now the mayors dead and no sign of her." 

"You close with her?" 

"No, I've only talked with her, but shes just a fucking kid who just wishes she could leave Gotham, heard her saying something about even wanting to leave the country but the mayor was holding something that prevented her from leaving."

"Like what?"

"That I don't know." An awkward silence came though the air and you slapped your hands on your thighs. "Need anything else?" 

"I'll call you." He says and grabs his cowl and secures it on his head. He opens the window and climbs through swiftly. You walked over to close the window but he stopped you.

"It was nice seeing you again." He says and you felt butterflies in your belly and smiled at him.

"Ya you too, take care." You say and raise your arms up to the window, you didn't miss how his eyes flickered down to your chest. 

"Stay safe." He was gone after that. You shut the window and flop back down on the couch. You dosed off and was started by a ding from your phone. You grab it and look at it.

50,000 dollars has been deposited into your account

BW - I missed you

Double Fuck.

-

It was barley a day later when Bruce called you. 

"I need you to find out information at the lounge, but I need you to go downstairs." 

"Are you crazy? They'd never let me go down there, they know I work up top." 

"I doubt you'll have a problem, just wear something more revealing." You roll your eyes.

"Why don't I just go naked?" He knows you're smirking on the other end.

"I'd prefer you wouldn't, just meet me at the little cafe a few blocks from the lounge at 7 on the dot."

"Yes sir." You say then laugh. "Remember when I used to call you sir as you bent-."

"Goodbye." He hanged up and you giggled.

-

7 hit and you were walking into the cafe. Bruce appears in his Batman suit from the shadows and takes in your attire.

It was a tight black dress that just sat a few inches bellow your ass. The dress even pushed up your boobs making them almost spill over.

"My eyes are up here." You say and his eyes immediately went up to your face. He doesn't respond and walks over to the table where he had equipment laying on. 

"Put this in." He says and hands you a little box. 

"Aww you're proposing." You say and pout playfully.

"I would've." He says and watches you open the box and pause at hearing his words. You then continue opening the box fully and furrow your eyebrows.

"Contact lenses?"

"I need to be able to see whats going on in there and to identify the people." He says and you pick up a lens and look up. Once they were both in, you blinked and looked at him. 

"They look good? Wait can they see them?" You say and try to find a mirror in the little store. Bruce takes a step closer to you and looks you down. You felt butterflies in your stomach but didn't look at him.

"Look at me." He says deeply and places two fingers under your chin and pulls it up. 

You almost melted.

Bruce looked deep into your eyes and couldn't help but flicker his eyes to your lips. He slowly leaned down making his covered nose brush against yours. Your heart was beating quickly, his lips brushed against yours and you immediately licked your lips.

"Kiss me." You breathed out and Bruce obeyed. he pushed his lips against yours and melted, he then bent his knees and picked you up by the underside of your ass. You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him in tightly. Bruce pressed you up against the wall without pulling away and rested his hands on your thighs. He pulled away then looked down to see the dress riding up, letting him see the panties. Bruce let your legs drop to the floor then dropped to his knees and reached up to the hem of your panties and pulled them down. You stepped out of them and watched Bruce slip them into a pocket of his utility belt. 

"I'm keeping it,' He says then grabs one of your legs and places it over his shoulder. 

"Perv." You say then gasp when you feel his lips wrap around your clit.

-

You wiped your eye for what it seems the hundredth time, praying mascara wasn't running down your cheeks, and it was annoying that your legs wobbled after every few steps through the lounge. 

"I hate you.' You whisper and you hear the comm come alive.

"That's not what you were saying a few minutes ago." He says deeply and you groan. 

"Since when did you become bold?" It was a rhetorical question so he didn't answer. You made your way down stairs and made it down without any problems. 

"Alright just look at everyone, but not to quick, I need facial recognition to work."

"Yes sir and I better get my underwear back perv." You mumble and start looking around. Your eyes passed by some people, Bruce occasionally telling you to stop and look at them. None of them seem to catch on to your stares except one.

Gil Colson the District Attorney Chief.

Bruce told you to join him and you did. He seemed scared and paranoid, always looking over his shoulder at the people. He eventually started mumbling about a mole in the system. Bruce pressed you on to find out more so you placed a hand on his thigh. Bruce watched intently on the screen and tightened his fist. 

"I have enough." He says and you sigh lowly in relief but keep a smile. You dismissed yourself, ignoring Colson's calls to come back. You were just about to reach the exit of the underground when someone stopped you, someone you wished Bruce wasn't about to see. 

"Hey babe." He says and grabs your hand into his. "You haven't been returning my calls."

"Who is that?" Bruce asked but he was saying it to himself. The facial scanner told him and he rolled his eyes, dudes just some big manager at Gotham Bank, but why was he calling you babe. Were you dating? How long have you known him? Did you cheat on that guy with him? Where you safe? So many questions were running through his mind.

"Peter leave me alone." You say and rip yourself from his grasp.

"Y/n who is he?" Asks Bruce and you roll your eyes once again.

"None of your business."

"Do you have a relationship with him?" 

"What no, this isn't your concern?"

"Has he hurt you?" 

"Bruce!" You say and walk into a bathroom. "Me and you are not in a relationship, you have no right to be jealous just because I let you put your face between my thighs again, it doesn't mean we're back together."

"But I want you back." He says in a soft voice, the one who was speaking to you was Bruce not Batman. 

"I want that too." You admit and lean against the sink. "But I don't know if I'm ready." You take out the ear piece so you didn't have to hear him speak. You made your way out of the club onto the street where you see Colson once again.

"Hey you need a ride?" He asks and starts walking towards but you shake your head.

"No thanks." You then do a small jog away from him and turned the corner. You made sure nobody followed and made your way to the little café. Bruce was sitting in the chair looking at the door waiting for you to enter. 

He stood from his chair and you held your hand out to give him the earpiece. You then reached into your eyes and took out the contacts as Bruce grabbed the little box. You placed the contacts in the liquid and smiled up at him, he didn't smile back but his eyes softened when he looks at you. 

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks but you shake your head.

"Ill be ok, because I know you'll be watching over me." You wink and Bruce starts to reach into his utility belt and pulls out the lacy fabric making you smirk. "Keep it, I doubt this will be the last time we see each other."

-

a/n- part 2 is queued for later today

#batman x reader #battinson x reader #battinson x black reader #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #robert pattinson x reader #battinson smut #bruce wayne smut

[solitaireships]

How about 🍬 for whoever you feel like writing for?

~ heart-of-aspiration 📖

Emoji prompts: 🍬 - something sweet

So this one ended up taking longer than I thought it would because I ended up getting carried away. It's about something sweet in multiple meanings of the word- both literally with Bruce doing some baking and emotionally with some cute domestic things

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1380 words

Divider by straywords

“Are you sure this was a good idea?” Alex asks from where she perches on one of the wooden stools in Wayne Manor’s kitchen. 

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bruce asks, closing the oven door. 

“Bruce, you are the love of my life and incredibly talented at so many things. But cooking has never been your strong suit,” she points out. 

There’s a reason that Alfred used to do most of the cooking. With him gone, Bruce and Alex have both stepped up to do more, and for once in her life Alex is pretty sure that she’s a better cook than someone. Bruce can handle the simple stuff just fine, but somehow even with a recipe his meals always seem just the slightest bit off. And that’s assuming he doesn’t end up accidentally burning or undercooking anything. 

“It’s not cooking, it’s baking,” Bruce corrects. 

“Right. Two completely different things that you surely won’t have similar problems with,” Alex says. 

Bruce rolls his eyes. “I have this handled, love, this isn’t the first time I’ve made cookies. And when they’re good, you can tell me about how sorry you are for underestimating me.”

“Alright,” Alex relents. 

If nothing else, watching Bruce mix the cookie dough has been fun. Alex always thinks that he’s handsome, but there’s something about how he looks with the sleeves of his button up shirt rolled up to his elbows. There’s a little bit of flour spattered against the black material of his shirt, an accident from him mixing the ingredients together a little too quickly. 

It’s a good look for him. Maybe if these cookies come out well he should start baking more. 

Though Alex still isn’t sure why Bruce decided to bake cookies today. He told her he was going to like it was something normal— like they’re a regular couple who does things like this. 

It’s nice. But it’s also weird.

Alex knows that she’s not forgetting their anniversary or any other relationship milestones. It’s not anyone’s birthday. But there has to be a reason why Bruce is doing this. It's so peacefully mundane that it feels like there has to be some kind of meaning behind it.

The oven’s alarm rings before Alex can figure out why Bruce was in the mood to bake. He’s quick to retrieve them from the oven, and the smell of freshly baked cookies washes over them.

“Mmm. They smell good,” Alex comments, getting up from her seat. 

“They should taste even better,” Bruce replies. “Once they cool down, you get first choice from them.”

Alex comes up behind Bruce, wrapping her arms around his middle. She kisses the side of his neck. “Thank you, bat.”

“You’re welcome.” Bruce leans back a little against her. “Are we going to stay like this until the cookies cool?”

“I think so. Unless you have any objections?”

“Hrn.” 

Alex doesn’t need to see to know that Bruce is rolling his eyes. He pretends to be annoyed when she makes jokes around her being a defense attorney— though this one wasn’t intentional. 

The cookies do look good from here at least. They're chocolate chip ones, and the chunks of semi-sweet chocolate dotted through them look like they’d melt in her mouth. Alex is tempted to reach past Bruce and grab one, but she knows to wait. She’s sure they’ll still warm in a couple of minutes, and there's no point in touching something too hot to handle right now.

What’s warm right now is Bruce in her arms. He always seems relaxed when Alex holds him like this. It’s nice to think that he finds her presence comforting, especially because she feels the same way about him. 

“I think they’re ready,” Bruce says after a moment, turning his head so that his nose brushes against her temple. “Take your pick.”

Alex unlatches from behind him and grabs a cookie from the right side of the baking sheet. It’s warm to the touch, and she’s admittedly excited to try it. As much as she still doubts Bruce’s cooking skills, he seems convinced this will be good and she's inclined to trust him. 

Alex takes a bite of the cookie, and Bruce’s attention is sharp on her. 

She was right to trust him. This is a good cookie. The edges are a little crispy, but the middle is soft and the chocolate chips dotted through it melt in her mouth. It’s sweet but not overpoweringly so. 

Bruce picks up a cookie of his own. “Do you like it?”

“It’s really good,” Alex says.

“I think you owe me a apology for doubting my baking skills earlier,” he teases.

“I was doubting your cooking skills. Like you said, those are two different things.”

Bruce takes a bite from his cookie, a wry expression on his face. He’s both cute and annoying when he knows he caught someone in something. “Ah, so you agree now?”

“You’re very lucky you’re pretty because you can be a pain to deal with sometimes,” Alex states.

“I know,” he replies. “But I think you’d like me no matter what.”

Alex would. It’s hard to imagine ever not adoring Bruce. And as she finishes her cookie and reaches over for another, she thinks that she’s lucky he loves her too. 

“You know,” Bruce says after a moment, “I used to make these cookies with my mother.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he repeats. He nudges Alex’s arm with his elbow. “Which is why I was saying that I could handle baking these. Though I’ll admit that I’m out of practice.”

“Well, you did a very good job,” Alex compliments. "And I'm sorry about before."

“Thank you. But you don't need to apologize. You had reason to be cautious.”

They stand in silence for a couple seconds, Bruce reaching for another cookie. 

“Is there any reason you decided to make them again now? Since it sounds like you haven’t made them in a while,” Alex says.

“Not really.” Bruce takes a bite, catching a couple of falling crumbs in his other hand. “I thought you’d enjoy them.”

“I do.”

Alex is pretty sure there’s more to it than that. But she doesn’t push. She knows Bruce well. Neither of them like talking about their feelings. It always feels awkward and too vulnerable. It’s easier to talk now— especially with the two of them having been married for years. But putting feelings into words is hard, and she isn’t going to force him to keep talking. That would only make him close off more. 

So Alex waits. If he wants to say anything else he will. 

Bruce doesn’t say anything else until he’s finished the cookie, going over to the sink to rinse any spare crumbs off of his hands. “Making these was something that we did as a family, even if my father didn’t usually help us make them. So I wanted to share this with you.”

For a moment, Alex isn’t sure how to respond. She’s never been good at emotional displays. That’s part of why she and Bruce work so well. They’re both awkward and have trouble with putting their feelings into words, but they can understand when the other is trying to show them they care in their own way. 

But this is something special. She already knew that it was when Bruce said he made these with his mother, but this is even more than that.

They’ve been married for years now. Alex knows that Bruce loves her and that they’re a family. This, though, feels normal. Like something a family that wasn’t a pair of workaholic vigilantes would do. It’s soft, and it’s sweeter than the cookies themselves are. 

“Thank you so much. I love you,” is all that Alex can think to say. She’s not sure that it’s enough to show just how important this is to her, but this should do the job well enough.

“I love you too,” Bruce says. 

“Maybe next time we can make them together,” Alex suggests. 

He gives a dry laugh in response. “You hate cooking with people.”

“It’s baking, remember?” She moves to give Bruce a quick kiss. The taste of chocolate lingers on his lips. “And if it’s a family tradition, I’m willing to give things a shot if you are.”

#my writing #asks #heart-of-aspiration #🦇 batrimony #♠️ alex #🦇 #thanks for the ask! #i think this might be the longest thing i've written for here so far #safeship #selfship #selfship fic

[starsnheroes]

The Dusty Toolbox -> Accepting All Meme // oh gosh @biitchcakes you just want to hurt us -> you haven’t called me that in years . (clint)

TWENTY THREE DAYS IN COURT. Several additional days before those days in court being in a holding cell. He wasn't allowed visitors, or he does not know if it was the other around. If no one was allowed to come in and see him. There was no phone call offered to him, and the fact that his hands haven't stop shaking.

Partly from minor withdrawal, and majorly because HE DID IT. Bruce Banner came to him and begged, pushed that arrowhead in his hand and told him what to do. VISION OF THE BIG GREEN. Clint followed him, waited in the trees and watched. He doesn't know if it was the right thing to do.

BRUCE ASKED. BEGGED. HE JUST WANTED THE HELP. NEEDED.

Clint knew what he would be doing; how he had to fight to explain why he broke the moral code of avengers don't kill. ULTIMATELY? He was someone who respected his friends wishes, who saw the desparation and did what they said would help.

It weighs too heavy on him, those twenty three days in court and he was looking for her because a conversation runs through his head over and over again.

CAN I TELL ANYONE?

No.

NOT EVEN JESS?

Especially not her.

YOU KNOW THIS'LL MAKE TWO YEARS. I WAS LUCKY SHE TOOK ME BACK AFTER WHAT I DID FOUR YEARS AGO.

I'm sorry.

He didn't see her, and when he was released? He knew that he had to get out of New York as soon as possible. Partly because he couldn't be here, he couldn't stand this.

The government ⸺ politicians with an agenda and fearmongering ⸺ taking Ulysses' visions as their spearhead to a greater future; whatever they had on Carol to make her the face of this? HE'S ALMOST GLAD HE'S IN THE ASSIST ONE OF MY OLDEST FRIENDS KILL HIMSELF SEAT THAN HERS.

Those same types of people were the kind that tried to rig his trial, ensure that he got the death sentence. It still sends a chill down his spine thinking of his conversations with Murdock, but he's glad he made his trial fair.

He became the most popular avenger to the general public, with the fearmongering around the Hulk, and the least favorite avenger among all the people he was friends with. Clint wanted to blackout, forget all of this, but there's one hurt that weights almost as much as the Bruce Banner one.

HIS GIRLFRIEND. Clint's got one hundred percent accuracy that she's EX again. He really had been falling for her too.

Bruce Banner is dead now. It's a long shot, but he never said he couldn't tell anyone afterwards. So he calls her, at the very least, to explain himself or apologize, or simply to hear her one last time. TELL HER GOODBYE.

She picks up, probably because it's not a known number he is calling. ❝ WAIT, CUPCAKE! ❞ He says when she's about to hang up on the phone.

You haven't called me that in years.

OH SHIT! She's right. Not even this second try at their relationship, he's used that nickname in a while. She's been BABE and sweetheart. Not Cupcake. It got her attention.

❝ I know nothing I could say or do would make it better or change; I could tell you what he told me, give you the answers. They won't help. ❞ None of that was helping him out.

❝ I'm sorry, Cupcake, I should have told you but it went against his wishes. AND I KNOW YOU'RE MY GIRLFRIEND, and I loved- LOVE you. He really felt like this was what would help him.... ❞ Perhaps she should have came first over what Bruce Banner asked, but both Jess and Clint were people who stuck to their guns, stuck to morals. Regardless of people, respecting Bruce's wishes came in front of his girlfriends.

❝ I'm sorry, I wish I- I just wanted to tell you goodbye, I'm leaving. I asked him to write you a note, I stuck it under our table at our favorite burger joint. ❞ Clint begged Bruce to at least give her that, this had nothing to do with Jess and Clint's relationship. He begged him to at least write her a note, just for her, because she deserved that. She would be losing a lot already, he'd promise to deliver it after the arrow had been used.

❝ So, uh, that's it. Thanks for staying on the phone. ❞

#let's blame the government and politicians more over carol for civil war ii and carol was just the unfortunate -> #''elected scapegoat / forced upon spear leader'' of this whole movement about ulysses or something #ANYWAYS HAVE THIS :)))) #ic; clint barton #biitchcakes #clint barton; biitchcakes #CONTENT WARNINGS #murder cw #suicide cw #death cw #civil war ii cw #long post cw #ships; biitchcakes; and her kisses on his skin felt like wisps of butterfly wings turn to a slow inferno (spiderhawk) #verse; clint barton; how many more chances can i have with you (biitchcakes) #rp; biitchcakes

[timetravelassasin]

Hey 👋

May I do a request?

So… could you write Jason Todd reaction when the girl he is in love with but hasn’t confessed, hugs him and is affectionate to him

Ps: she also has a crush on Jason but didn’t confessed it either cause she knows he has issues being Hood and the way he dies, also the abandon issues… so she is afraid that he says he loves her too only to not lose her, so that’s the reason she doesn’t confess her feelings for him.

Of course, Love!! I'm always taking requests. I hope you like it!! I apologize for it being so late. This one took me a while to write and I'll admit I had to rewrite it several times.

_____________________________________________________

Jason didn't know when he had first started to fall for you. He would have to say that he was mesmerized with you the first time he saw you. The two of you had bumped into each other at a bookstore. He tried to keep his distance from you but had a hard time because of your personality. No matter where he went, he would see you and it made it hard for him not to crush on you hard.

"Hey Jason," you called out to him as he walked into the living room.

You were currently working on a school project with Duke. Duke had brought you to the manor in order to work on the project also because there was more space than at your apartment.

"H-Hey Y/N, what brings you to the manor," Jason asked, trying to keep from stuttering.

"Oh, Duke wanted to go over the essay of our project one last time," you answered.

"Oh, ok I'll let you do your stuff," he said, quickly walking out of the living room and towards the garage.

Jason spent most of his time in the garage working on his bike or one of the other vehicles. He was the only one allowed to work on the vehicles. Bruce did not trust anyone but Jason to work on his cars. It was close to lunch time that Jason decided to head to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

"Hey Alfred, do we still have that chicken salad you made last night," he asked, walking into the kitchen.

"There is some left enough for a person Master Jason," Alfred answered, walking out of the pantry.

"Jason," you called out walking into the kitchen.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a hug. Jason at first was shocked because you never really hugged him.

"Hey, Y/N are you done with your project with Duke," Jason asked, looking down at you.

"Yup, he asked me to stay for lunch before heading out," you answered, still holding on to him.

"Um, ok," he said, a blush covering his cheeks.

"Hey, you got grease on your cheek," you said, going up to wipe the grease off with your thumb.

"Thanks," he said, looking into your eyes.

"No Problem. Alfred do you need help with anything," you asked, letting go of him and heading to Alfred.

"Miss Y/N, can you grab the drinks," Alfred said, letting you help him.

Jason watched as you maneuvered around the kitchen with Alfred. You placed a drink in front of him that just so happened to be his favorite kind. He had fallen for you instantly and loved the little things you did. The pout you would wear when you could not reach something to the little gasp you'd make when a book was getting good. He was in love with you and was afraid. He was afraid he would end up hurting you and, in the end, lose you.

"Here you go Jason," you smiled, placing a chicken salad sandwich on a plate in front of him with some chips.

"I love you," he blurted out.

You looked at him shocked as he processed what he had said. Jason's face heated up before he started stuttering a bunch of random things.

"I-I mean I do but, I don't know how to do this. I'm honestly scared because you are so nice. I like how you pout when you can't reach things, how you let out a gasp whenever a book you read is getting good. I love everything about you but I'm afraid that I will lose you because of my past and I don't want that to happen. I uh you know what forget anything I said at all," Jason said, getting up and running out of the kitchen and to the garage.

He quickly got on his bike and drove out of the garage and as far away as he could. He kept telling himself what an idiot he was for blurting it out like that. He parked his bike and smacked his head on the handlebars.

"Why did I say that to her," he said, hitting his head again.

"Now she is going to hate me," he sighed, grabbing his phone.

He unlocked it to see he had several messages from you. You were worried and wanted to talk. He did not know how to respond. You messaged him again telling him if he did not respond that you would get Tim to track him down for you.

"Damn, leave it to her to have everyone love her," he sighed, responding to her and setting a meeting place.

He met you at Bat Burger. He walked in and instantly found you sitting in a booth. His favorite booth. You had your hands on the table around a milkshake. He walked up to you and sat in front of you.

"So, you like me," you started.

"Yeah," he answered.

"You have for a long time," you said.

"Yeah," he sighed.

"Since when," you asked.

"Since the day I first saw you at the bookstore," he answered.

"Well looks like I have liked you longer," you chuckled.

"What," he said, confused.

"I first saw you here at Bat Burger sitting in this booth with your brothers. I was sitting in that corner over there. Your voice caught my attention, and I knew instantly that I was in love with you," you said, chuckling.

"What...really," he said, blushing.

"Yeah, so how do you wanna do this. This be our first date and then you plan our next date," you asked, leaning towards him.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but hell yes. Let's do this I want this with you," he said, taking your hand in his.

"Great, now let's order food because I am hungry and want to know what else you like about me," you smiled, picking up the menu from the table.

Jason chuckled as he picked up the menu and called a waitress over. The food was brought out and he started to list all the little things you do that he loved.

#timetravelassasin fics #Jason Todd #batfamily #jason todd x reader #red hood #request #oneshot request #requests are open