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Neon city Pt.1

Batman x reader

An unexpected introduction to the Bat has your string of fate tangled with his. It's only a matter of time before they finally pull you together.

I did my own take on Bats for this, so none of this is canon. Just think of it as its own thing.

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Rain pitter-patters as it splashes on your windshield, and purple neon signs reflect on the hood as you come to a stop at a light. Without warning the glass from your window rains down on you and a dark figure is being pinned against your car door. The people walking on the street around you scatter, some screaming in surprise and fear. You're paralyzed, too stunned by the sudden intrusion that you aren't even thinking of getting to safety.

Suddenly your door bends in a bit, the loud creak of metal under pressure snapping you out of your trance. You hurriedly unbuckle and clamber into the passenger seat open the door and slip out. Fat drops of rain seep through your hair chilling your skin. Looking back the man is still struggling against his opponent. Your car door dents even further and a sudden wave of anger takes you. Grabbing the bat out of the rear floor you circle around and with a perfect batter's swing hit the man pushing the other into your door.

He stumbles back holding his head where the wood connected with his skull. Now you can get a better look at the other man. Recognition hits like a mule and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Freaking Batman! He's panting hard with blood dripping from his lips as he pushes out of the large dent that was your door.

His eyes widen and you can see out the corner of your eye the other man charging at you. You brace for a hit squeezing your eyes closed but nothing happens. Lowering your arms you see that Batman has the guy in a chokehold. He looks crazed and wild as his teeth gnash trying to get a hold of anything. "Quickly I need you to get something from my toolbelt!" "Wh-what!?" "My belt! Second pocket from my left side!"

You rushed over and opened the pocket pulling out a small syringe with a needle. "Hurry stick him in the leg, give him the full dose!" Pulling the sheath off the needle you jabbed it through the fabric of the guy's jeans and into the flesh of his thigh. Pushing the plunger the clear liquid seeped into him. After a few seconds of struggling, the man went limp in his arms.

"What was that?" He laid the guy on the wet pavement and pulled out a small flashlight shining it in the guy's eyes as he pulled them open. Satisfied he stood slipping the light back in its pocket and looking over his shoulder at you. "He was drugged with something. Made him go berserk. That shot should help him but he still needs the hospital. Can you call him an ambulance?" "Ye-yeah but what am I supposed to do about my car!?" "The police should be here any minute, you can ask them for help."

Defeated you groan and cover your face with your hands. When you open your eyes he's gone, like a dream fading as you wake. Sure enough, you can hear the familiar sirens of police cruisers coming your way. The police run up to you and ask what happened. After they get your statement and the man is taken away in an ambulance, forensics takes your car and assures you that you'll get it back. You're escorted home via police cruiser.

When you get inside your apartment you flop onto the couch exhausted. Your phone ringing makes you jump. Your best friend is calling, her picture on your screen bathes your face in light before you answer, laying it on the table next to you on speaker. "Y/n? Hello, you there girl?" "Yeah, I'm here, what is it?" "Well since you're off work tomorrow and so am I. I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow.?" You thought about it for a moment before answering. "Sure, you wanna meet at the usual place for lunch?" "Yes! And yeah we can meet there for lunch." You smile and roll your eyes at your friend's enthusiasm.

"Alright, then I'll see you tomorrow." Hanging up you go to get ready for bed. The incident from before replaying in your head. Once your head hits the pillow you're off to dreamland.

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The annoying sound of your alarm wakes you and you scrounge through your sheets for your phone eventually finding it and shutting off the alarm.

The taxi ride to your usual meeting place is uneventful. The pavement glitters from the morning rain and crowds of people walk the streets. Your friend is waiting outside the small Cafe for you. When you step out of the taxi she seemed confused. "Where's your car?" "Let's get a table first." You sit at a corner table and she looks like she wants to grab you by the shoulders and demand you tell her what's going on.

"C'mon spill already!" You sigh but relent. "I was on my way home last night when I stopped at a light." She nods already absorbed in your story. "When out of nowhere this guy got shoved backward into my driver's side door shattering my window." "Really? Was he fighting with someone?" "Yeah there was another guy that was pushing him into the door and they bent the door in pretty badly." "Aw, that sucks did you get angry with them?"

"Yeah, I hopped out the passenger side and grabbed my baseball bat. Hit the one pushing the other upside the head with it." "Ouch did it knock him out?" "Surprisingly no but when he backed up I could see the other guy. And guess who it was?" "Wait wait don't tell me! Was it Lance? Or maybe Jacob?"

"Freaking Batman that's who it was." "Wait wait wait hold on. So you're telling me that you got to meet The Batman last night and you didn't tell me!?" "Well I'm telling you now, aren't I?" "Still though! Why wait till now!?" "I was exhausted and I didn't want you to worry all night about me." She sighs defeated. "Ok, I guess that's fair. Did you talk to him?" "Heh, yeah of course I did right after he saved me from being hit by the guy."

"What?!" "Hey hey calm down you're gonna get us kicked out!" You chuckle at her reaction and continue to explain. "He almost hit me but Batman grabbed him and put him in a chokehold. He told me to grab a syringe from his belt pocket, and I stuck the guy with it. The guy sorta just went limp and he checked the guy over to make sure he was alright."

"Was he hot?" Her question caught you off guard and you choked on your spit. "I'm sorry what!?" She rolls her eyes. "Was he attractive? What did he look like?" "Well, I was in the middle of an adrenaline rush." "Oh come on! Think girl think!" "OK ok hold on don't rush me!" You think back and try to piece together what you saw. "Ok, I think I remember what he was wearing. It was like a black T-shirt with an armored chest piece on top. It had his symbol painted on it and he was wearing some slightly loose dark grey pants with knee and shin armor. Black combat boots, his belt, arm guards with blades or spikes, and his bat-eared helmet. I think he was also wearing some combat gloves, ya'know like the ones with the knuckle pieces."

"That still doesn't answer my question though. Was he or was he not hot?" "Ok yeah, I guess he was pretty attractive and super strong." "Ooh, how strong?" You snort at the expression she's making but you lean over the table to whisper to her. "Like he could pick you up and toss you around strong." She instantly gets the picture and falls back in her seat fanning herself. "Holy cow! And I assume he wasn't a total jerk either right?"

"No, he seemed like he might be a bit brooding and maybe grumpy at times from what I could tell. Probably not much of a talker either." "Ah, so he's the reserved stoic type huh?" "Yeah maybe." You continue discussing your little run-in with the big bad Bat and soon you both head out to window shop.

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That night as you're trying to sleep a crash in the alley beneath your window startles you. Looking through your blinds you can't see much. The shadows of the alley hide whatever is down there. Taking your emergency flashlight out of your bedside drawer you unlatch the window and shine the light down below. The circle of light lands on the silhouette of a man. He's leaning against the wall across from your apartment holding his side, his other hand blocking the light from his eyes.

When you move the light down a bit, away from his face, he lowers his arm. Shocked at who you see, you whisper-yell down to him. "Batman? What are you doing here!?" He keeps silent and tries to continue down the alley but he stumbles to his knees. "Hold on I'm coming down to help."

As you close the window he shakes his head and tries to stand, managing to get up and lean against the wall again. When you run around the corner he gets into a fighting stance but once he realizes it's you he falls back into the wall behind him. He growls as he moves the hand on his side revealing his blood-covered gloved hand. You hiss in sympathy as you squat down with your flashlight to examine the wound. Reluctantly he lets you look over the jagged cut as he looks left and right down the alley.

Standing up you pull his arm over your shoulders, letting him take some weight off his side. "Let's get you inside so I can stitch that up." He begrudgingly follows your lead as you take him inside, to the elevator. With the elevator lights you can get a better look at him. He's definitely attractive with a strong physique and light scruff of a beard on his face. He catches you staring and looks at you. Stuttering a bit you apologize. "Sorry, I just never got a good look at you before." A light blush of embarrassment dusts your face.

The slow elevator finally stops and the door slides open. You poke your head out to check for any of your neighbors that might be up but the coast is clear. "Ok, we're almost there." You make it to your door and with him still leaning on you, you unlock it nudging it open with your foot. You get him to a chair and once he's seated you jog over to shut the door.

Just then the neighbor across the hall hobbled out of her door in her flowery nightgown. "Oh, it's you dear, did you just get home?" "Oh hi, Mrs.Berrymoor! No, I forgot something in my mailbox downstairs. I wanted to grab it before going to bed." "Oh alright dear have a good night!" "You too Mrs.Berrymoor." With that, she hobbled back in and shut her door. You closed and locked yours with a sigh of relief.

Turning back to the man in your chair who was still bleeding and wincing in pain, you went to grab bandages and your first aid kit. Kneeling beside him with a washcloth and clean water you motion for him to remove his hand. As gently as you can, you wipe away the blood and try to get a clear view of the wound with the side lamp. You can't get a good view with his armor and shirt in the way, so you ask him to remove them.

As you hold pressure to the wound he unbuckles the straps of his chestpiece and slips it off. It clunks to the floor. Next his shirt which he doesn't completely remove, instead he pulls it up under his arms leaving the bottom of his chest and his midsection exposed. If this were a different situation you'd be drooling right now. But knowing he was in pain you got to work.

Twenty agonizing minutes later and his wound was stitched and bandaged. He groans as he scoots up in his seat to sit more upright as you gather and clean up your first aid equipment. When you come back into the room he's trying to get up. "No, you need to rest a while." He glares at you but you glare right back stubbornly and push him back by the shoulder. As you go into the kitchen he grumbles something under his breath that you don't hear.

"You want some water?" You pull two bottles out of the fridge and a box of cookies from the cabinet. Sitting down on the couch next to him you hand him a bottle. He opens it and takes a few sips before placing it between his thighs to hold it. You toss him the box and he takes a few cookies out tossing the box back at you. A tense silence engulfs the both of you.

His eyes lock on you and your eyes flick to him a few times. His intense gaze makes heat crawl up your neck to your cheeks and the tips of your ears. "Wha-what is it?" "Mmh..." He grumbles still staring at you. "Thanks, For your help now and the other night." "Um o-ok... you're welcome, just doing the right thing." He clears his throat finally taking his eyes off you. "I need to go I've got more work to do."

He asked to use your fire escape and you obliged him watching as he climbs down the ladder to the concrete below. After he disappears around the corner you sigh in relief and get under the covers of your bed again drifting off to sleep.

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