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A Captive Bat (Batdad!Reader x Bruce Wayne)

Requested by @capturingthecountryside for Batman practicing escapism when his husband starts to play with him.

When you wake up, you realize with a bit of confusion that you're in the library.

Usually Bruce will finish with his activities down in the cave and move upward to collect you so you both can go to bed together.

So instead you figure he lost track of time.

When you deftly press the piano key passphrase that slides aside the grandfather clock, and step into the industrial elevator, the grinding of machinery is almost too loud to really hear anything over - it's only once you're at the bottom of the elevator shaft that you can hear the soft grunting.

It almost sounds like - no, that couldn't be possible.

Another moan sounds out, and you approach to find your frustrated young husband struggling.

He's removed the Batsuit, and is clad only in the compression gear he wears under it - black tights that leave very little to the imagination, and a thin black tank top that you can practically see his abs through. He wears a pair of dark combat boots as well, but what really strikes you is that he is quite heavily restrained.

It's clear that he hasn't lost track of time, but instead just overestimated his own talent for escapism.

Thick, rigid handcuffs are placed on each of his wrists, almost painfully stretching his back into a bend over the back of the chair, his arms pulled back and locked in place.

White cord holds his ankles in place, drawn up and tied to his thighs, lifted on either side of him, shackled to the crossbars between the legs of the chair as a secondary restraint. His thighs are helplessly spread by rope, his torso heaving as he struggles, ropes holding him as close as possible to the chair with his back bent so far. He's dripping sweat, hair damp as he struggles.

However, he's made little progress. He's gotten one wrist free, and is in the process of picking the padlock on the matching ankle (though the ropes holding his arms in place impair his movement), when he notices you.

He shoots you an exhausted smirk. "Hey there. Sorry I couldn't tell you about the delay. As you can see, I'm a little... tied up."

You simply pluck the key out of his hand, and he gives a little whine.

"Honestly, I'm disappointed in you, Bruce. You don't even have safety scissors to get out! Haven't you learned anything from me about self-bondage?"

He rolls his eyes. "This isn't me trying to get off, my darling, I'm training. Falcone's thugs aren't gonna leave safety scissors out for me if I lose circulation!"

You roll your eyes right back. "Sure, big guy. And they're going to ignore your boner too."

Bruce blushes. "Oh, that's... a newer development. I didn't expect to get... caught."

"Is that so?" You straddle him, listening to his groan with satisfaction as your weight causes him to feel even more restricted.

You lean forward, your chest touching his, as you undo some of the ropes holding him, and you ease him back so his spine is returned to a relaxed position, before you quickly tie his arms back in place, this time not apart, but a far more simple position, using both sets of handcuffs to hold his wrists together, and the ropes to draw them slightly up so he can't move without straining his upper arms or shoulders.

"I think you wanted me to find you like this, Bruce. You like it so much when I take control."

Bruce's eyes flutter closed, moaning as he throws his head back, but the combination of his own bondage and your revisions ensure he can't move an inch.

"The problem here is that you assume you CAN get out of a situation. Escapism demands preparation, and if you're stripped like this, you're not going to have a skeleton key on you." You wink and dangle the key in front of Bruce before setting it in a drawer of the Batcomputer's console. You stride across the room to grab a scalpel from the medbay before slicing the tank top off your husband's body. He raises an eyebrow.

"Just checking you don't have anything else on you."

He smirks. "Oh, sure."

Your eyes linger on the sweaty muscles of Bruce's torso. "You're MY prisoner now."

He shifts a little, flexing. "I still think I could get out."

You grin. "Then you may try. But if you fail, if you give up... then I decide when you go free. Got it?"

He blinks several times before grinning wildly. "Deal."

You quickly grab a leather strap with a rubber ball placed in the center, and place the ball gag in your husband's mouth, savoring the way that Bruce's crystal blue eyes darken, before you tie a silken blindfold over them.

He moans into the gag as your hands run down his chest.

It's sweet that he still thinks he can get out. But your lesson to him tonight is different - sometimes, when he is captured, he may not even WANT to escape.

Especially when his loving captor has such devious fun in mind for him...

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