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believe in something | b. wayne (batman) [2]

pairing - bruce wayne (batman) x widow! reader

synopsis - in which the bat finds himself intrigued by the spider

warnings - violence, descriptions of murder, past abuse, minor character death etc.

notes - thank you guys so much for all the love and support on the first part of this, i was not expecting the amount of feedback i got and i am beyond appreciative of the encouragement to continue this series. enjoy x

PART ONE SERIES MASTERLIST

"So, what brought the big bad bat out of his cave and into my neck of the woods." Oswald laughed slapping his hands on his thighs with renewed joy. You stood silent, eyes trained ahead as the Bat stood across from you. His jaw was tense, fists twitchy at his side as if to refrain from punching the living lights out of the penguin. You couldn't deny you shared the same sentiment.

"I'm not here for pleasantries, Oz." Batman spoke up, his voice low but gruff all the same. You couldn't help but trace your eyes over him with interest, as he produced a handful of photos, sliding them across the table for Oswald to inspect. Don Mitchell Jr. with his arm clad around a young blonde beauty was seen in front of the iceberg lounge, the girl covering her face in vain as her features were highlighted in the night. To their left, Oswald was seen, head turned in the opposite direction.

Annika.

You kept your features stoic as you made a mental note to notify Selina of the recent events and advise her to get on an earlier flight if she wanted to keep things on the down low.

"Who is she?" Batman demanded, eyes shadowed by the dim lighting of the room and what you made out to be some sort of grease paint.

Oswald studied the pictures a moment longer before he tossed the film back on the table, the action causing them to fan out across the mahogany.

"Look, I may have been coming out at the same time as them but the truth of the matter is, I keep my nose out of business that has nothin' to do with me." Oz shrugged and by the tick in the Bat's jaw you could tell this answer displeased him.

With a barely contained grunt Batman snatched Oz by the collar, pushing him into the glass with a force that caused a web of cracks to spread.

In an instant you had your gun removed and pressed into the back of the Bat's cape, your hands steady and eyes narrowed.

At your move, Oswald held up a hand as the Bat subtly tensed under your ministrations. At the silent order you reluctantly let your hand drop as you awaited the Bat's next moves.

"It's okay Cupcake, Vengeance here just needs a little chat. Give us a minute." You looked between the two one last time, sending a warning glance to the Bat before you left the room without a word.

You had a call to make.

"Your heartbeat is loud. You're nervous, it shows in your moves."

You tensed, eyes drifting to the pristine white floors where an unfamiliar girl stared back.

"M'sorry." You muttered as the man circled you, eyes haunted with memories he could not place, ledger's that would remain unclean.

Winter Soldier. They called him. He was cold as he was unmoving. He did not hesitate when it came to a mission. He did not allow any mistakes. You would admire his dedication if it meant anything other than death.

Hesitation will get you killed, маленький." You swallowed, eyes slowly lifting to meet his. An ice cold blue settling in your bones, leaving you with a chill you could not remedy.

"Hey, Hon. You heading home?"

"Selina." You greeted softly, adjusting your earpiece as you swerved through traffic. Lights decorating your form as you become one with the night.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Selina immediately grew concerned at your distant tone and you hefted a sigh as you realized you would have to be the one to break the news.

"You and Annika need to leave Gotham, Sel." You ripped the bandaid off quickly, cursing as a car nearly clipped you in your distraction.

"Shit. They know about Anni, don't they?" Selina sweared and you could hear a few distant meows in the background as she moved around.

"The Bat had pictures of her and the mayor, showed up at the club today looking for answers. It's only a matter of time before the press catches on." You affirmed. Selina didn't say anything for a minute, but a shuffle and a sniffle let you know she was still on the line and you felt a frown form as you knew just how much Annika meant to Selina.

"She's just a kid, angel." Selina told you and you smiled at the nickname she had adorned you with.

"I know. But we'll figure something out, I just need you to be safe okay? Grab what you both will need and I'll meet you at the apartment." You told her. A beep was heard, indicating the call had been disconnected and you sighed as you turned off the earpiece, smoothly speeding through traffic as your apartment came into view.

Rain had begun to pour, the water sending a chill in your bones as your hair stuck to your skin, your coat doing little to protect you against the harsh weather.

You parked your bike, climbing off it with a flourish as you took your helmet off and settled it under your arm.

As soon as you entered your apartment you heard the murmurs of the television and muffled sobbing and you immediately shrugged your jacket off, your helmet being carelessly tossed on the counter.

You entered the kitchen to see Annika sobbing into her palms, her figure trembling with fear as mascara trickled down her cheeks in despair. Selina cradled her face in her hands as she tried to calm the blonde down, to no avail. One look at the TV screen made it easy to fit the puzzle pieces together and you clenched your jaw as your assumptions were proven correct. The press had found out about Annika and Don Mitchell's affair and they were having a field day with the exposé.

"Sel." You announced your presence softly as the brown skinned woman turned to look at you, eyes dampened with frustration.

"Hey." She nodded as she stood to greet you, her nails raking down your arm gently, sending a pleased shiver up your spine.

"Did you get everything?" You asked her as you nodded to the girl who stared into space, eyes swollen with fatigue.

"Yeah, except the bastard took her passport so we don't have many places to hide." Selina griped, hands running through her short hair in stress.

You bit your lip in contemplation as you hummed, before you carefully moved past the woman and lowered yourself to be in front of Annika who turned her wide eyes to you.

"Anni, love, I need you to tell me where your passport is so I can get it for you. Do you remember?" You prodded gently. She stayed quiet for a second, turning trusting eyes to the woman behind you who nodded softly. Her eyes met yours again and she nodded, sitting up with a newfound courage.

"There's a fake picture in his office, he keeps things hidden behind it. B-but there's a combination lock on it." She hesitated.

You nodded, expecting such before you stood up and faced Selina who watched your expression carefully.

"I'm going to get it." You stated.

"No-" Selina started but you held a hand up, face set with determination.

"I need to Sel. You need to stay here and look after her and I will be back shortly. The longer we stall, the less time you have to get out of here." You tell her.

She nods reluctantly knowing this is an argument she will not win.

You walk into your room and set for your closet, yanking on the rusted chain connected to your lightbulb as you open the chest hidden in your closet.

An unmistakable black suit with an hourglass shape in the belt lies there, dusted with tainted memories and years of regret. You pull it from the box and run your fingers down the material. Questioning if you were really doing this.

A second passes and you sigh standing from the bed you begin to strip, sliding into the material that hugs you like a second skin. You grab a few extra widow bites and slip them into the side of your belt as backup.

Satisfied with what you have, you slip the window open and jump from the fire escape landing on your feet with a quiet thump.

As you rev up your bike and set out for the former mayor's estate you fail to notice the figure trailing you.

Gotham streets are abandoned at this late hour and you thank the heavens that you are able to avoid any unwanted ears and eyes as you lower yourself into the office of the former mayor.

Your steps are light and quiet as you practically glide across the wood floors towards the large painting that looks too odd against the rest of the decor. It was quite obvious that the mayor was not big on subtlety.

Your gloved hands trace the frame of the picture with nimble fingers as you locate a latch that allows you to slide the picture upwards to reveal a combination lock. You hold back a snort at the display. It was child's play compared to the rigorous locks you had underwent in the red room.

Laying out the kit you snagged from Selina you set to work on the combination, easily opening the latch and locating the passport placed there.

Just as your fingertips touch it, you sense a presence behind you and you turn.

"That's a neat party trick."

You narrow your eyes at the Bat as your hand slides behind you to nick the passport.

In a blink, you leap for the Bat, swiping his legs out from under him. He's quick to anticipate this move, and snatches your leg bringing it down and causing you to lose your balance. Not in the particular mood for the Bat you flip onto his shoulders and use your thighs to bring him down. Before he can get back up you grab the passport and run for the exit, not expecting his quick recovery.

You exhale as you're spun around roughly, the Bat snatching the booklet from your grasp and flipping the pages open to study the contents. His eyes narrow and you know he's made the connection.

"Annika Kosolov, twenty three. She was manipulated by the mayor so you killed him for revenge-"

You snatch the book from his palms, pushing the Bat back who stumbles in surprise, not expecting the shove.

"Shut your damn mouth, Bat. You don't know anything about the situation. I didn't kill the mayor." You scoff.

Before you could speak more you listen as a door closes footsteps sounding in the foyer. A hand grasps yours and you find yourself pressed on the opposite side of the wall, Batman's hand on your waist sending an unfamiliar tingle up your spine as the heat from his hand radiates through the glove, nearly searing into your skin.

"Shhh." He whispers as you fidget in his grasp, his hand covering your mouth.

You still as you wait for the officer to leave, your heart beating steadily despite your position.

A hum registers from the officer as he sweeps the room before he leaves with a quiet click of the door. You elbow the Bat away from you as you dust off your uniform eyebrows drawn in displeasure at his constant interference.

"Why are you here?" Batman questions, a demanding tilt to his voice. You roll your eyes as you cross your arms in defiance.

"Look Bat, I didn't have anything to do with the murder of the mayor okay? I'm just a friend helping another friend out." You wiggle the passport for emphasis.

The Bat hums but steps closer, his presence casting a shadow over you.

"She seemed pretty upset earlier, any idea why?" Your brows furrow at how he could know this, when it clicked. Biting back a growl you punch him in the arm as he wheezes in pain at the force, eyes falling to yours.

"Spy on me again Bats, and I'll make those circles under your eyes permanent."

He wisely kept his mouth shut yet you see a twinkle of amusement in his eyes that fades before you can call him on it.

"Whatever she knows has her spooked enough to not tell Selina. Sel tells me everything." You relent after a beat of silence passes.

You turn to leave when a firm hand grabs your forearm gently.

"Then let's go talk to her." He advised.

"Sir, we located the widow."

Light flickered from the screen, reflecting onto yellowed teeth and wrinkled eyes that squinted as a crooked grin formed.

"Good work Nikolai, your services are no longer required."

"Sir?-"

A choked gasp echoed in the room as a body slid to the floor, eyes open in fear as blood trickled steadily from the hole decorating his forehead.

A sigh escaped the man as he turned back to the screen, ballet slippers effortlessly moving in sync as the widows loaded bullets into their targets. His eyes focused on one in particular as he smiled widely, tracing the image with his finger.

"We shall be reunited soon."

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I don't know if you're taking requests right now but I had this whump idea though I don't usually write whump stories but would like to see your take on it. “In the end…NOBODY WILL EVER LOVED ME!” They let out a sarcastic laugh, broken with pain “I DON’T EVEN LOVE MYSELF! HA! Can you IMAGINE!” Tears started coming through and with that they collapsed on their knees sobbing into themself “How can you ever care for yourself when no one ever care for you, when no one ever loved you!”

AAAHHHH!!!! This is so freakin’ good? Like you don’t write whump and you just…come up with that dang incredible dialog? If you ever decide to change your whump writer status I will 100% read what you throw out into the internet void, (tag meee!!) I love this! Holy baloney batman?! Sorry, I’m just excited….Whew.

Also I am always taking requests! I sometimes don’t see them if they are commented on an actual prompt because I’m always a little scared I’m going to get attacked in the comments for sucking so bad? (Is that embarrassing? I’m embarrassed lol but yeah that’s why I don’t go in there super often…yikes) But I will eventually get to anything that’s submitted! (Unfortunate emphasis on the eventually, sorry Anon)

Alright, here we go, I’m feeling angsty, so this one is sad, a lil more than a touch dramatic, and TW for suicidal thoughts and talk! Here’s an antagonist who’s full of self loathing, and has never really been loved and a hero in sudden grief, so here we go! *Cracks elbows*

(It’s long, and I don’t know why anyone would expect anything less from me at this point)

The hero was sitting at home, feet up, flipping through television channels, having a night off for once. It had struck them as odd that no one had called them asking frantically for help, no one had put his signal in the night sky.

But he wasn’t going to complain, he didn’t remember the last time he’d had a night off.

He flicked the channels as far as the news–thinking abstractly that the excess of channels but fraction of decent content was a true criminal act, before he stopped, frozen by sudden horror.

The remote tumbled out of his hand. No, no, no! Was all that their mind was capable of producing.

A reporter was standing in front of a building overtaken by flames, her hair was being whipped around by the wind, sidekick’s civilian identity was pictured next to their masked one on the screen, “The child of wealthy oil tycoon and owner of a shipping company has been killed this evening, they were better known by their masked identity as sidekick, helping hero fight the crime that has long plagued our streets.” The blonde reporter’s eyes misted with tears, she cleared her throat and continued, “Their secret was uncovered this evening when they were pulled unconscious in a warehouse fire suspected to have been started by the antagonist, the hospital pronounced them dead on arrival.

Hero made a soft choking sound, rolling off of the couch and onto the floor, they watched with wide eyes as the reporter wiped tears from her eyes, “There is currently no news of where hero is, and no news of the antagonist claiming the slaying of their longtime enemy. Wherever they are, the police are looking for them, and I have been assured in a statement by the chief of police that the antagonist will be found and questioned in the killing of sidekick,” she looked like she wanted to say more, but swallowed hard instead, when she wrapped up her report her voice was raspy with tears, “More on this as it develops, and to hero, wherever you are, I am deeply sorry for your loss, and to us, the people of this city, I am deeply sorry for our loss as well.”

Somewhere Hero’s phone was ringing, he let it go, checking it to see if by some awful chance they’d missed sidekick’s call, they hadn’t, but they did miss this one, only when it started up again, his burner phone announcing it’s tinny necessity to the world, he groped for it feeling like his arms were full of wet sand. When he flipped it open he couldn’t say anything, it was like his throat had closed, his eyes burned.

“God hero,” it was vigilante’s voice, gruffer than usual, “I’m going to make them pay for this, I’m leaving right now, I’ll get them I promise you.”

Hero didn’t say anything, there wasn’t anything to say, there was, however, something to do.

The hero got to them first.

Blind with righteous aggression they stormed into the Villain’s base with eyes that already glowed a neon green. Not even having bothered to change into their uniform Hero ripped through the base, destroying everything in his path, not that he could see what he was destroying, his eyes were far too blurred with tears. The tears diffused the neon color, but by the time they reached his chin they were no longer charged with power, just grief.

“Where are you? You coward!” Hero roared brokenly, “Get out here!”

A handful of henchmen, all of them covered in ash from the fire rounded the corner, hero recognized the one in the front as the antagonist’s second in command, he grabbed the henchman’s collar lifting them effortlessly into the air before he could turn and get away, henchman had no choice but to grab onto the hero’s forearm as they were lifted.

“Where are they?” Hero growled, henchman could see the wild and unrestrained grief on the hero’s face.

“They didn’t mean it, hero you know that,” The henchman’s voice was gentle, their eyes full of regret, “You can’t hurt them,” they were trying to talk some sense into them, this wasn’t like hero at all.

“Try me!” Hero roared, “Tell me where they are or I’ll–I’ll beat it out of you!”

“Leave them alone hero,” The antagonist’s voice came from behind hero it was soft, resigned, “I’m right here, I know I can’t hide from this.”

Hero put henchman back on their feet, they strode over to the antagonist with murder in their eyes, the antagonist flinched when hero grabbed them, but didn’t move away, hero’s red rimmed eyes beginning to glow again, “What right did you have?” Hero choked out brokenly, “they were just a kid, a kid antagonist!”

The antagonist doesn’t trust their voice, they can’t meet the hero’s eyes.

Hero shook them, ignoring the sound of henchmen coming up behind them, the antagonist held up a hand their eyes found their second in command, looking on in concern, their hands clenched at their sides, their eyes dark with sorrow, “Go, clear out,” the antagonist commanded over the hero’s shoulder.

“But…”

“Go.” The antagonist’s eyes are broken glass, they give away that they know this will be their last order, “No vengeance,” they breathe, “Just get out of here.”

The henchman swallows hard, but they follow orders, leaving the hero and antagonist together in the ruined base. Their henchman doesn’t look back, it was the kind of goodbye the antagonist figured that they deserve.

The antagonist’s attention moved back to the hero, tears burned like sand in their eyes, “Go ahead hero,” they whispered, “I won’t stop you.”

Hero hit them then, letting the antagonist hit the floor, feeling so utterly wrung out by the wrongness of it, by the wrongness of all of this, they let their tears fall freely as they hit the antagonist again, and again, and again. But it didn’t make them feel any better, it wasn’t even really vengeance, hurting the antagonist wasn’t going to make sidekick come back, it wasn’t even revenge, they stopped their attack, hardening their resolve.

The antagonist struggled back to their feet, a bruise, one of many, forming on their cheekbone, but their eyes are confused, “I said it was okay,” they gesture to the hero’s eyes, “go ahead, nobody will blame you.”

Hero is staggered by this, even in their raw sorrow, “You want me to kill you?” They’d wanted to kill them when they’d burst in here, they’d been intending to, wanted to blast them until they were little more than a smoldering stain on the linoleum floor, but something was still holding them back, their useless morals, and now the antagonist was asking them for it?

The antagonist looked away, asking in a small tight voice, “Do I deserve anything else?”

The hero is not thinking, they want the antagonist to suffer, they want more than anything for sidekick to kick down the door with one of their terrible corny jokes, but that won’t happen, that won’t ever happen again, and that is the antagonist’s fault, maybe they can’t kill them because this isn’t really revenge, maybe the antagonist needs to feel what they do right now.

“Who’s someone who loves you huh? You monster? Where is there someone who cares about something like you?” Hero asks, their thoughts darkening to something foreign and terrible, thoughts that would keep them up at night for weeks to come.

In the end it was those questions that broke the antagonist finally, their face screwed up, “This is the end,” they choked out, “do you see anyone here?!”

Hero swallowed, it was is if they’d been broken out of a trance, taking a half step back from their enemy, scared of what they had been about to do, of what they could be reduced to.

“I don’t have anyone, nobody will ever love me,” they whispered it like they were realizing it for themselves, then, louder, their voice growing to a shout, ringing full of self-loathing, “In the end …NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE ME!” They force out some mockery of a laugh, broken with pain,” And is that really such a surprise? You both were the sole holdouts, the only ones who’d never called me that. Monster.” the antagonist shuddered, “I don’t even love myself!” they laughed darkly, “HA! Can you imagine?!” Their facade fell then, collapsing to their knees shaking with broken sobs, “How could I? How can you ever care for yourself when no one else ever has cared for you? When no one has ever loved you?” They covered their face with their hands, their body shaking with sobs, “I deserve it, I deserve that title, I proved that tonight! I didn’t want…I didn’t mean…It doesn’t matter!”

They fixed broken eyes on the hero, “I am a monster, so you’d better kill me, before I have to do it myself!”

Hero faltered, and because they can’t seem to be able to do anything else, cursing themselves for their own soft heart they drop to the floor and pull the unresistant antagonist into them, they can’t speak over the lump in their throat, but they hold them close, crying tears of their own, not angry anymore, just full of anguish.

‘I’m sorry, god, I’m so sorry hero!” The antagonist sobbed into hero’s shoulder, “I tried to get them! They went back in! I don’t know why!” The hero can’t bring themselves to say anything.

They sit like that for a while, weeping on the floor of the antagonist’s base, the antagonist crying for what they’d become, for what had happened to sidekick, and the hero crying in grief, both of them mourning what is, what was, and what could never be again.

After an indistinguishable amount of time, both of them having run out of tears and settled into shell shocked silence, not having moved off of their shared place on the floor, there was a hesitant knock on the door.

“Boss?” It was the antagonist’s second in command, their voice hesitant, hero rose on shaky knees, helping the antagonist to their feet wordlessly, the sadness having washed everything away and leaving only exhaustion. The antagonist would have fallen if the hero hadn’t looped their arm around their shoulder, helping them limp to the door.

“I-I told you to go,” there wasn’t any emotion in the antagonist’s voice, it was a monotone statement.

“I know, but, um, Sidekick is alive.”

The antagonist can feel the hero start beside them, “W-what?” Hero croaks out sharply, the antagonist is glad they were able to speak, this time it was their turn to have shock steal their voice completely.

The henchman pushes the door open, their eyes widen in shock at finding hero still there, let alone finding the antagonist wrapped around them, but they force themselves to look away, clearing their throat, “um, we have it on footage, sidekick left through a secret exit, it looks like they faked their death.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t know about this?” The antagonist asked hero who looked back at them with wide eyes, they shook their head mutely.

“What the hell is going on in here!” Vigilante yelled from the doorway, a large weapon clenched in his deft fingers, his eyes were red from crying too, darting from the antagonist to the hero, and back to the antagonist again.

“Sidekick faked it,” hero stated softly, trance-like, not even moving to let go of the antagonist.

“Wh-what?!” Vigilante stuttered, dropping the weapon, it clattered noisily on the floor, henchman winced expecting it to go off, when it didn’t they relaxed their shoulders, “yeah, we have the footage,” they repeated, “They were picked up by a limo, and, um,” henchman glanced back at vigilante with a touch of worry, “They looked pretty smug about it too.”

“What they hell is going on?” Hero wondered out loud, accidentally parroting vigilante.

“I don’t have any idea,” the antagonist shook their head, “But we need to figure it out.”

“Together?” vigilante grumbled at the same time as henchman, they were both met with glares from their prospective leaders, one soot stained and bruised, the other who’s eyes just momentarily glinted neon green.

Together it was.

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