#!bale bruce wayne X oc
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anti-hero
I'll make a summary when I'm fully awake and not sleep deprived.
"I wake up screaming from dreaming
One day I'll watch as you're leaving
'Cause you got tired of my scheming
For the last time"
Taylor swift
pairing: bale!Bruce Wayne x Original Female Character
Word count: 831 words
Chapter 1
“Begin Again"⠀
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My eyes begin to hurt as I continue to strain them. I pull my left sleeve up to look at the time on my Casio watch, 5:23 AM. I didn’t feel safe and certainly couldn’t go to sleep with the possibility of anything happening. We had been on the road for more than ten straight hours with one being a sitting duck on this boat. All because of a fucking letter.
I wrap Martha's blanket around her tighter. Her stuffed pet dog, Luna, is suffocating between her arms and chest. She stirs and moves closer to my own chest. Her thick brown hair is braided into pigtails and is messy from moving so much.
I watch the family in front of us begin to wake their teenagers up because the ferry would arrive in Gotham in twenty minutes. I groan mentally as I remember the small child on me and her hatred of waking up early. Martha had been sleeping when I carried her into the waitng area.
I was about to nudge her when an announcement goes through the speaker, “Ladies and gentlemen, our trip has ended. We hope you enjoy your stay if you’re visiting and if you’re a Gothamite, welcome home.” The loudness of the speakers was enough to ensure anyone who had been sleeping was now wide awake.
“Mommy no!” Marth’as voice is laced with sleepiness. She grabs one end of the blanket and wraps it around her head. Then she moves her legs to be closer to the back of the seat. For nearly an hour she slept with her upper body on me, and her legs dangeling on hard plastic chairs. It’s a miracle she didn’t awake before because of her particularness when it comes to being comfortable.
“Martha, you have to get up.” She shakes her head. Stubborn as her parents. I shake her tiny seven year-old body playfully, “Pumpkin, if you don’t get up you’re going to miss looking at the river.” As if these were the magic words, she rises like a zombie all perked up. “Where mamí, where is it?”
The mother in front of us laughs along with her husband. Clearly, both of them had been watching the entire interaction. Martha is folding her blanket and hands it to me and waits impatiently for me to place it in my duffle bag. My cheecks slightly redden and nod to the couple as we start making our way to outside.
“Wait!" The husband stops us and I step protectively in front of Martha. He points to her, “Is this your first time in Gotham?” My offspring tilts her head in confusion, which I don’t blame her because she can barely rmeember our home address. “Yes," I answer for her.
The middle-aged man hands a quarter to her, “Everybody that comes to Gotham for the first time gets a chance to wish. You take this and throw it at the river.” Two workers start advising that those with cars to head to the deck. I thank the man and Martha shyly says "Thank you too." She starts speeding up as the crowd gathers at the exit.
“Mattie slow down.” I catch up to her and hear her mumbling. We get close to the edge of the deck. She tries to step closer to the rail, I stop her quickly. “Nope!"
“Why not?” I cross my arms, “It’s too close, you could fall.”
Martha’s eyes become glossy and I almost give into her act, “But I have to make a wish mommy!”
“I can throw it for you and you can make your wish.” She shifts her glance from me to the river. After contemplating for a second, she agrees and gives me the coin not before whispering her wish very quietly. “Now you have to kiss it for the wish to come true.
I gasp, “He did not say that.” Martha giggles. I airkiss it and throw it far. Well, I tried to at least. My throw has never been that good. “Let's go munchkin.” I spot our forest green car as we walk. I help her get into her seat after I accomodate my bag in the trunk.
Mattie asks me for some music as people "nicely" ask me to move. I turn to 95.1 and a Shawn Mendes song erupts in the car. The vehicle from behind honks and I step on the gas softly to increase my speed.
Six minutes later, we’re back on the road and I see Gotham for the first time in eight years. I stop by a drive-thru to get breakfast and order chicken bisuits, hashbrown patties, orange juice, and a coffee.
I enter his address on GPS, my brain not remembering that well how to get there. My fingers slightly tremble as I click on the start button.
“Make a left on Wellington Street and then proceed to go stragiht for three miles.”
12 miles until I reached my destination. I had about 18 minutes to collect myself.
A/N: ch. 2 will be posted sometime this week. Will try to post every week, which day? idk
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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Thirteen
Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC
Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)
Warnings: Panic attack symptoms. Angst. Everyone’s fucked up. Well, almost everyone.
Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho, claudiahxrdy , @christianbalefanatic, @librarianafterdark, @rosegxoxo, @lilizia, @t0uch-starved-h0e, @barikawho
Author’s Note: I apologize for the long wait.
Previous
Never in a million years did Demetria ever think she would wind up in this situation.
She stared at the suitcase, rubbing her chest and silently begging her body to give her a break tonight. She cursed herself for not locking Bruce out of his own room and instead choosing one of the guest rooms.
A million different scenarios played in her head. All contained the same concerns, Bruce, her mom and brother’s safety, and her own safety.
He should’ve ran after her and promised her everything was ok even though she knew it wouldn’t be. But he didn’t. He left her and her overwhelmed state to fend for themselves.
“Care for some company?”
Demetria turned her head to see Rachel poking her head in, a sympathetic smile on her face. She nodded her head as the brunette closed the door behind her.
“What’s on your mind?” she asked.
Demetria snorted. “That’s a loaded question.”
“I’ve got all night.” She eyed the suitcase. “I don’t know your timeline though.”
“A moment of weakness. No matter how many times I try, I can’t seem to go through with it.” She glanced up at Rachel. “You’re the sane one in this situation. What should I do?”
Rachel cracked a tiny smile. “What do you want to do?”
“I want him to realize he’s not doing anyone any favors by revealing himself, but you and I both know he’s not going to listen either one of us.”
“He’s stubborn that way.”
Demetria eyed her engagement ring, twisting it. “Makes me question a lot of things.”
“Such as?”
Tears began to pool in Demetria’s eyes as she realized what it was she was about to say. It was the question that plagued her mind throughout their relationship and into their engagement, but had continuously pushed back as far as she could.
“Why ask me to marry him?” she finally said.
Rachel folded her arms across her chest. “There’s something you need to know. Long before you came, Bruce wanted him and I to be together.”
Demetria couldn’t move. A calm confession had managed to knock the absolute shit out of her.
“I told him I couldn’t because of Batman, but that when the city no longer needed him that maybe we could,” Rachel continued.
Demetria blinked and somewhere in the silence that fell between the two women, realized it was her turn to say something and that Rachel had been waiting on baited breath for some sort of reaction.
So, she started with a deep breath. “Wow, ok. This…explains a lot.” She glanced up. “I’m not mad. Not that I would have any right to be. I just…I’m processing a lot of information right now and I...”
Maybe this why Bruce went after her. She was Harvey’s best friend and he must’ve assumed something romantic was going on. Maybe that was why he went to lengths to keep their relationship quiet. Maybe he wanted to show-
“Its been over since he met you,” Rachel said. “After that lunch, he asked me about you. I told him you were off limits. I said that if he messed with you, Harvey would ruin him. That’s how he figured out you were at Harvey’s fundraiser. He came for you.”
She ran her hand through her hair. “How do I not know he wasn’t with me to try to-.”
“I told him I was in love with Harvey and that nothing was gonna change my mind and that if that was a problem, he needed to deal with it alone without hurting you.” She paused, smiling a bit. “Then he said he was outside your apartment, making sure you were ok. I realized he took time out of his Batman patrol to check in on you. He also said that if I ever hurt you he’d let me kill him myself.”
A tiny smile played out on Demetria’s lips. “Time to make good on your promise then,” she said, motioning to the door.
“He loves you so much that losing you scares him an when he’s scared, he pushes away,” Rachel assured. “He knows you can do better. But I know you’re exactly what he needs.”
Demetria opened her mouth when Rachel cut her off again. “If he goes through with it, I will take care of you and your family’s protection. I know a lot of people who owe me favors. Just promise me you won’t leave him. You’re his one hope for a normal life.”
Demetria shut her eyes, letting the tears fall. “Ok.”
Rachel put a gentle hand on Demetria’s forearm. “Go to him, ok?”
She went to leave when Demetria said, “Rachel?”
The brunette turned to see Demetria smiling at her. “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around her. “If Harvey hurts you, just know I’ll murder him.”
Rachel laughed. “I’ll hold to you it.”
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After wiping her tears, Demetria made her way to their bedroom where Bruce stood, looking out the window.
The sound of the door closing behind her grabbed his attention. He turned to her, their eyes meeting for a moment before she made her way to her nightstand.
Her throat started locking in when she grabbed her medicine and opened the cap. She popped the pill in her mouth and made her way to the bathroom, filling up a crystal glass with water from the sink and then taking a large sip.
Setting the glass back down, she closed the bathroom door and went back to her nightstand where she pulled out her notebook and a pen.
“Ok, I need you to tell me what areas need to be cleared out in this apartment so Alfred and I can take care of it,” she said.
Bruce just stared at her. Demetria exhaled softly. “Babe, we have so many goddamn rooms and only so little time so please, for once tonight, help me out here.”
“What’re you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” She looked down at the notebook. “Ok, so guest room four is clear. I know that after-.”
Bruce then took the notebook and pen from her, throwing it off to the side. He gently grabbed her forearms. “I need you to leave in the morning.”
“Bruce-.”
“I don’t want you here while this goes down.”
She tilted her head, glaring at him. “So now I’m being considered?”
His face softened. “What?”
“Why didn’t you consider me in this decision?”
“I told you I did.”
“Don’t lie to me. Why didn’t you consider me in this decision?”
“Demetria…”
“You considered what you were gonna do with me. What you didn’t consider is how this would impact me.”
“Rachel knows people who are gonna protect you.”
“Lawyers can protect in a court. What about outside of that?”
She took another step. “What about my mom and my brother? You don’t think people are gonna come after them?”
The silence was deafening.
“There are a lot of people who want to kill you for what you’ve done,” she went on. “A handful of those people think that killing you won’t be enough and that’s when they’ll come after everyone associated with you.”
“You don’t think I didn’t think about that?” Bruce retorted. “You don’t think that haunts me?”
“I don’t because you won’t talk to me!” she told him. “You just keep pushing me away.”
She wiped the tears away. “You want to make this easy on me? Tell me you don’t love me. Say it and I’ll go. I’ll leave and when I’m asked why, I’ll tell them you said it.”
Bruce’s blank expression made her wonder if he was contemplating. She pulled her lips back, nodding her head. “Go ahead. Say it. Say it.”
Bruce took a step forward to her. She didn’t move. “Say it, Bruce.”
He held her face in his hands as she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself to lose him, her whole heart. The world, the future she had romanticized because of him, ready to leave in flash.
“I love you, Demetria.”
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Drowning In Love
Summary; Bale!Bruce Wayne/Batmanx Fe!OC (Althea) ~ They had known each other for a while and nothing has seemed to have happened...yet.
Yet another night had passed and Bruce was in pain.
No matter how much he would deny it. From the cuts on his arms, to the graze on his face and the bruises on his ribs. He was, it was safe to say, in a lot of pain.
And Althea knew.
She'd known him since she was 23 and had come to visit Alfred before she went back to medical school.
Even then she was beautiful and extrodinary to him.
She was also the first person - outside of Alfred, and technically Lucius - to know who he was. And he never even told her.
It had been 9 in the morning and all he wanted to do was sleep but with the gash on his arm from a machete the night before, it was stopping him from drifting off.
Alfred had fixed it as best as he could but then Althea turned up.
She walked through the front door and into the library where she found Bruce sat behind a desk. His arms were covered, no-one could see the harm done.
But she could.
Althea had been talking, already speaking to Alfred and Bruce when she stopped dead in her tracks and after five very long seconds, she spoke.
"Oh, my god." Althea was in complete shock. "You're an idiot. Please tell me you tried to talk him out of it." She looked to Alfred accusingly.
She looked back to Bruce then dramatically rolled her eyes before turning on her heels and leaving through the door as she shouted; "I'll be back! Don't you dare move!"
Bruce looked to Alfred, who even looked scared. "How the hell did she-"
Alfred shook his head and collected the tray. "I don't know. Although, I think her brain might be a little wasted in the medical field. Then again, she is the best doctor I have ever met."
"Don't try and butter me up, Mr Pennyworth. I'm mad at you, too." Althea was back and dropped her medical bag beside Bruce's chair and kneeled beside it.
"Take off your shirt."
"Buy me dinner first?" Bruce tried to joke.
Althea looked up - she was pissed.
"Okay, I don't like you looking at me like that while you're holding a needle."
"Be glad it's not a knife."
Bruce looked to Alfred but he was already quickly leaving. He knew when to avoid Althea and this was when.
"Coward." Bruce whispered under his breath as he began to remove his shirt.
Althea didn't look to Bruce, but she did hear him. "Don't worry, I'll get him later. He isn't getting away with this. And neither are you. What the hell are you thinking?!"
Althea's hands moved like they were on auto-pilot. She was cleaning the wound, removing the old stitches, cleaning it again, stitching it again - and much more neatly - and finally dressing the wound.
Bruce tried his best to explain his case to her but was struggling.
"No, you know what, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Althea said. "Actually, do. Tell me why you are risking your bloody life every night being dressed in costume."
"It's not a costume. It's a suit."
She looked into his eyes and he had to draw back a little. If she had been a detective, even the most ruthless criminals would have confessed through just one look of Althea's.
"It's a costume." Athea repeated. "You're risking your life. Every night, Bruce. Have you even thought about what would happen if something goes wrong? If you get hurt more than you're capable of handling?"
"I'll be fine."
"Bruce-"
Bruce leaned in a little closer as she finished wrapping the bandage. "Ali, I'm okay. I'll be fine."
She rested herself back on her heels and looked to him. He could see the fear in her eyes, for him.
"I promise."
Althea eventually nodded and packed up her things. "Okay," then she slapped his hand away from the bandage.
"Don't."
"What?" Bruce asked a little offended.
"Don't itch it. It's healing."
"Fine."
That was over a year ago now.
And, yet, it felt like it was yesterday.
Sitting on the edge of his sofa, Althea sat across from him on the coffee table.
Bruce still hadn't changed out of his blood-splashed black t-shirt and trousers, but Althea had bandaged his forearm and put his other cuts back together and was now cleaning the graze wounds above his left brow.
The room was soaked in darkness but from the city lights, the moon, and the one lamp beside the sofa, they could see one another.
"I really wish you'd stop doing this to yourself." Althea spoke.
With them being so close, they spoke in what felt like whispers. It was their secret, being inside the penthouse.
"Gotham needs Batman-"
"Gotham needs Batman, but I still need you, Bruce." Althea softly brushed the cotton wool across the graze, focusing on the redness but then back to his eyes.
The stokes became softer until she finally placed the cotton down. "That should do. You need to sleep. I'll give you some asprin in the morning."
"Thank you," Bruce said, finally catching her hands in his to make her look at him. "For everything."
Althea looked between his eyes and then down to their hands. Bruce's fingers were running softly over her knuckles. "You don't have to thank me, Bruce."
"Yes, I do." Althea finally looked him in the eyes. "You always help fix me, even when I don't know that I need it."
"You know you need it, you just think you can deal with it."
Bruce smiled. "Either way, you're always there for me."
"What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't?"
"Are we just that? Friends?"
There was a long silence and for a moment, it felt awkward. The unspoken thing was out in the open, but then it became...natural.
Althea didn't really know why, but she removed her hand from Bruce's and carefully and slightly hesitantly, she placed it beside his cheek before drawing him in for a kiss.
Bruce was a little surprised, to say the least.
They had known each other for so long and, of course, feelings had always been there but they'd never been acted on.
The kiss was soft and new but...familiar. It was as if they'd kissed a thousand times before, but each time had been their first.
As Bruce kissed back, his hand landed softly to grip her thigh. It was real. He wasn't dreaming...again.
The kiss slowly settled and with their foreheads touching, Althea could feel her lips still burning. But she couldn't. Not tonight.
"Get some rest," she told him. "I'll see you in the morning."
Althea slowly stood up, still feeling Bruce's hand in hers slowly loosening it's grip.
She packed up her things and looked back before she turned the lamp off.
"Night, Bruce."
Bruce watched her leave before he laid down on the sofa and it wasn't long until he finally drifted off with the feeling of Althea's lips still on his.
The next morning, Bruce woke to find Althea walking around the living room of his penthouse, flicking through medical files.
"You're awake." Althea stood and picked up a powdered tablet and a glass of water before mixing them together. "This should help with the headache."
She sat down on the coffee table as he sat up - just like the night before.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a truck," his voice was rough both in sound and against his throat.
"So, typical Tuesday then?"
Bruce gave a soft smile as he saw hers, watching him as he drank from the glass again.
"The news is reporting that Batman has saved yet another dozen people and many more by stopping more criminals. The crime stats have gone down 2% in the last five days." Althea explained. "Also, I've updated your medical form - I know it's only Alfred and I who see it but still. And-"
"Althea,"
"It seems you're also due a medical check-up so I've booked you in for next week-"
"Thea." Bruce took the medical case file from her and placed it beside him. But she still continued.
"And don't think that you're skipping it. I'll drag you there myself if you don't-"
"Althea!" Bruce finally managed to capture her attention, but it was only for a few moments.
"Your vitals seem fine but I've taken the day off to monitor you in case something goes wrong-"
Trust the medical professional to already have his entire medical history memorised.
"Ali, please." Bruce took her by the hand. He could tell, even from just her voice that she was scared for him.
It was only Bruce that really knew the difference between her voices, how tiny the differences were and which pitch or way of wording meant what.
"I'm okay."
Even though he didn't know for sure, he knew. Bruce knew that she had been monitoring his heart-rate all night.
"You fixed me yourself, Ali." Bruce reassured her. "I'm okay. I'm healing. I promise you, I'm okay. I'm here. We both are."
Althea closed her eyes and lowered her head feeling Bruce's fingers intertwine with hers. "I know you won't give this up yet, but please...please be careful."
"I always am." Bruce smiled in a soft whisper.
"Am I interupting something?" Alfred asked as he entered.
Shocked and surprised, Althea quickly stood up and calmed herself. "He'll live."
"Ah," Alfred smiled. "Good. But, just in case, I've called Mr Fox and you are required to stay home."
"Doctor's orders." Althea added.
"Not that you go in, anyway."
"I heard that." Bruce replied.
By the time Alfred finished up, Bruce pulled him aside giving him the day off.
"I suspect Miss Chambers will be keeping a watchful eye on you, already." Alfred agreed.
"Yes, I suspect she will."
Alfred smiled, patted Bruce's shoulder and made his leave.
The rest of the day was spent with just himself and Althea, on the sofa, watching movies.
"You didn't sleep, did you?" Bruce asked after an hour of watching her slowly slip in and out of conciousness.
"Yes, I did."
Bruce just smiled a little before pulling her over towards him.
Slowly, she laid her head down on his lap. This wasn't unusual for them - sometimes it would be the other way around. Althea spent that much time on long shift with no sleep that she could fall asleep instantly and with Bruce living his double-life, it meant he mostly slept in the day.
However, this time Althea could feel herself drifting but it wasn't until she took Bruce's hand in her own and placed two fingers against his wrists that she finally fell asleep - or near it at least.
Hours passed and neither of them moved, just letting a random movie play on the TV until finally it was reaching night-time.
They had eaten a few hours ago but sleep way already taking them both over.
Softly, Bruce brushed a hand through her hair and she began to stir.
"Are you watching me sleep?"
Bruce could smile and keep his eyes on her since her own remained shut.
"No,"
"Liar." Althea groaned as she slowly lifted herself up.
Bruce chuckled and lifted himself from the sofa himself.
"I better go home," Althea said as she checked her watch.
"Or you could stay?"
"I'll get a bad back."
Bruce gave a slight chuckle, "The bed is big enough, Ali."
Any other day, she would have decline or decided to go home but with the night already being in and the hospital being closer to Bruce's penthouse than her own home, she said yes.
Thankfully, Alfred had found her some of her own pajamas - one's she had left there the last time she had slept over - and some toiletries
There had been a leak in her apartment so Bruce offered her to stay with him - he said she could stay forever if she wanted to - but she only stayed until it was fixed.
It wasn't long until they had both brushed their teeth and climbed into bed. And, just like before, Bruce felt her fingers wrap around his wrist.
She was checking for his pulse.
"Thea?"
"Hhm?"
"I'm still here."
"Hm-mh."
"And I'm not going anywhere."
After that, Bruce pulled her closer to his chest.
Maybe, finally, they were passed being 'just friends'.
As the night turned to the morning and Alfred arrived at Bruce's room, he found him already stood getting dressed, fixing the cuffs of his shirt whilst Althea still slept in his bed. She hadn't moved at all during the night. Neither of them had.
"Let her sleep," Bruce told him.
"I take it I might be seeing a bit more of Thea?" Alfred lay the tray down.
Bruce smiled, fixing his other cuff. "It was late and I asked her to stay."
"Ah," Alfred replied as he stood back up. That was when he saw that all too familiar look on Bruce's face as he looked over to the bed.
Alfred had known Bruce's feelings towards Althea since the first time he saw them meet.
It had been in the hallways of Wayne Manor. Alfred had gone to fetch his own coat, leaving Althea in the hallway.
Bruce had been coming down the stairs when he spotted her, dressed in a summer dress with her hair (then) by her shoulders and her sunglasses and hat in her hands as she looked up to the old oil paintings on the walls.
He fell in love with her there and then.
She was beautiful.
And when he tried to run away from his meeting by going to the back exist of Wayne Tower and she was already there, leaning against the brick of the wall; he only fell further.
And now, even Alfred could see he was drowing in his feelings towards Althea.
"I suggest you tell her the truth until your heart gives it away for you."
"One day, Alfred." Bruce replied. "One day."
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Batcrow. Jonathan Crane/Bruce Wayne
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тгк: короче, крольяча нора (там контента побольше)
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Copybat Ch. 1
Bale!Bruce Wayne x Trans!OC
(Victoria October is a canon trans woman in the Batman comics, although I know nothing about her. My oc only shares a name and the fact she's trans)
Disclaimer: I've only seen the Dark Knight Trilogy and the plot is solely based off of that and my own ideas. I hope y'all like how I captured Bruce Wayne. This is set in the time of "The Dark Knight"
Ever since reports of the Batman, the controversy, and the good he’s done for Gotham, Victoria has been full on obsessed. She’s not just any fan of his either. She’s studied his actions, methods, and ideals. Victoria understands the character of the Batman under the mask.
There are times when the real Batman isn’t there, though, and people need him. Sure, there have been Batman copycats, but she’s going to rise above them. Victoria will be the second Batman that Gotham needs.
For days on end, she would lock herself in her home office, building her suit, 3D printing her cowl, crafting her weapons, and choosing how to present herself. Victoria doesn’t have the body of the Batman, but she can make herself look and sound masculine enough to appear as a male. Days turn into weeks until she’s finally completed the armour and costume.
Other than crafting, she’s been on autopilot, doing the bare minimum to take care of herself. She was completely focused on this project.
It was the first day back to her normal life and Victoria decided to start off strong. Before heading to work, she had worked out and she was on her way to a coffee shop. A larger man bumps into her, slamming her into a wall.
“Hey! Watch it you asshole!!” She almost screams at him, not noticing his size. Victoria’s eyes widen, noticing how much taller than her he is. She’s by no means short, but this man was almost twice her height.
“The fuck didja just call me?” He asks, punching her in the face, sending her harder into the wall and pulling her by her shirt collar. She’s frozen in fear, trying to get someone’s attention. A few people give her sympathetic looks, but no one does anything to help.
“Nothing, I’m sorry,” She squeaks. The thug stares her down for a quick second.
“Got any money on you?” Victoria nods, pulling her wallet out of her blazer pocket. She fumbles through the cash she has.
“How much?” She barely whispers.
“Just gimme the wallet and I’ll forget this happened.” He snatches the wallet from her hand, throws her back, hard, causing her to black out for a minute. When she comes to, her mind is racing a million miles a minute, unable to focus on or hear anything. She had been so confident about her fighting skills before, so why couldn’t she fight back now?
After what seemed like hours, she heard a voice trying to get her attention.
“Are you okay?” He asks. She comes back to reality when she clearly hears a snap of two fingers. In front of her, a familiar concerned man who she couldn’t quite place in her current mental state. The two are in an alley and he’s holding her up as if he were a crutch.
“Yeah…um,” She holds her head with one hand. “I think.”
“I called an ambulance, it should be on its way.”
“No, no,” Victoria shakes her head, moving to stand up straight. Getting slammed into the wall left a nasty bruise on her shoulders and she sucks her teeth when she feels the pain. “You didn’t have to.”
“You have a concussion and need treatment.”
“I don’t have a concussion,” She insists, shaking her head. “I’m fine…”
“I need you to follow my finger with your eyes. Can you do that?” He asks, ignoring her denial. Victoria nods. “Tell me if you get a headache while doing so.” He moves his hand back and forth, and she follows it for a few seconds. Her head starts to hurt a lot, and it shows on her face. “Alright, I’ll stop. Do you remember your name?”
“Of course I remember my name,” She chuckles slightly. “It’s um…” She thinks for a minute. “Victoria… I think.”
“Alright, Victoria… Do you at least have someone you can call?”
“My boss is gonna kill me…” She groans, hardly in the right state of mind. “I need to let him know… that I won’t be in today…”
“Victoria, look at me,” He gently commands. She does so, only now realising who’s helping her.
“You’re… Bruce Wayne…” She points at him.
“That’s right,” He nods. “And I’m taking you to the hospital where you’ll get treatment for your concussion. I need you to stay awake.” Victoria is hardly listening, trying her best to stay conscious.
“You know my boss,” Her thoughts are few and far between.
“Who’s your boss? I need you to stay awake.” He asks, trying to keep her conscious, genuinely worried about her health. She gives him a blank stare for a minute.
“Lucius…Fox….I think.” Victoria’s words are slurred.
“Alright. I’ll talk to him. The paramedics are here. They’re going to help you.” Her world is going dark as she hears the faint sound of an ambulance siren in her ears. until she blacks out again.
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The Voice of Gotham
Read my Batman fanfic story!
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until i found you
CHAPTER ONE: “just stay”
pairings: bruce wayne x female!oc
warnings: kissing, cussing, guns, arguing?
addie put a stray hair behind her ear as she walked through the halls of her empty home. when her father told her that her former boyfriend would be coming home for a bit she decided to come home from work early to see him. bruce wayne, her childhood best friend and the love of her life. they grew up under the same roof, her father being alfred the wayne’s longtime assistant. they started dating at the age of 16 but they broke up when bruce left for princeton two years later.
“hey dad, do you know when bruce will be here?” addie asked as she saw her father at the end of the long hallway.
“soon dear, within the hour.” he responded as he wiped dust off of an empty counter. addie’s anxiety and insecurity rose as she looked at herself in the cracked mirror at the end of the hall. she ran her hands through her freshly curled hair and ran her hands over her new dress.
“do i look dumb? like i’m putting in too much effort?” she questioned as she fixed her dress.
“of course not, you look lovely. he’ll be glad to see you.” alfred responded as he placed a kiss to his daughters cheek. she smiled in response. the doorbell rung causing addies breath to catch in the back of her throat. alfred quickly walked down the hall to get bruce who’d just arrived. out of pure fear addie ran into her bedroom practically slamming the door behind her.
she cursed to herself as she cringed at the loud sound her door made. she could hear the sounds of bruce and alfred’s voices as they made their way up the stairs and into the hall.
“hey adds, you in there?” bruce questioned as he knocked on her bedroom door. she opened the door in response, he was wearing a sweater with a blue collar shirt beneath it. he didn’t look too different since the last time she saw him, just shy of a year before. his hair was shorter than she remembered, he must’ve gotten it cut while he was away. she smiled at him and pulled him into the hug. he held her tight as they embraced eachother.
“how’ve you been? how’s school?” addie asked as she pulled away.
“good, but i’m not going back,” he responded as he sat his luggage on the ground beside him.
“why?”
“they don’t want me there anymore, but i’m glad that i decided to visit,”
“so am i. is there anything i could do to stop you from going to the hearing?” she asked as she looked at him with concern.
“someone at this proceeding should stand for my parents,” he said as he fidgeted with his fingers.
“brucie it’s just going to be more stress for yourself, you-”
“you shouldn’t be worrying about me, i’m fine, enough about me. how are you?” bruce asked, annunciating the word “you”.
“i’m fine, officer gordon offered me a job at the office as an assistant. where i basically follow cops around and get them whatever they need. it’s been going good so far, i really like gordon,”
“he’s great, i’m glad you’ve found something here addie i really am,”
“you could find something here too. just stay,” addie pleaded as she inched closer to bruce, gently placing her arms around his hips. he slowly moved his head closer to hers, their foreheads resting on one another.
“we’re gonna be late to the hearing,” bruce announced as he pulled away. addie just nodded, a feeling a little bit embarrassed at her attempts to rekindle things with her former boyfriend.
addie watched as the killer of bruce’s parents stood up, she felt bruce tense from beside her. she placed her hand on his thigh to soothe him, he placed his hand on top of hers. she didn’t pay any attention to the words that came out of Chill’s mouth, the only thing that she felt was anger.
“I gather there is a member of the Wayne family here today. Has he got anything to say?” The judge announced as he looked at Bruce. He cleared his throat and stood up. Addie watched as everyone in the room stared holes into Bruce’s head. He just simply walked away, Addie was quick to follow behind him. He ran out of the main area of the building and around the corner.
“hey! wait a sec-”
“addie just go, please i need you to go!” he pleaded, she could hear the emotion that he was trying to hide in his voice.
“i’ll be in the-" she was interrupted by hundreds of voices, questions being asked. she watched as reporters and policemen flood the room. bruce slowly walked toward the killer, several of the reporters calling our names. a blonde woman ran up to the man,
“joe! hey joe! falcon says hi.” the gunshot rang throughout the room as all of the policemen pushed her onto the ground. addie looked away, unable to watch the scene. she placed her hand on bruce’s shoulder.
“we should leave, we don’t need to see this,”
“i do.” bruce said coldly as he didn’t take his eyes off of the dying man on the floor less than 20 feet away from him. tears flooded addie’s eyes as she watched the man twitch and scream on the ground, the bullet didn’t kill him yet.
“Falcone paid the judge off, just to get Chill out in the open,” addie scoffed as she drove down the busy streets of Gotham.
“maybe i should be thanking them, my parents deserved justice,”
“but that’s not justice, that’s revenge and that’s not the same. that’s why we have an impartial system,” addie responded, trying to state her point without coming off as argumentative.
“your systems broken,” bruce responded. that set off something inside of addie, causing her to swerve off of the main road and down into an alley.
“falcone is making more joe chills, someone else’s parents are getting shot everyday. thanking falcone would be stupid, because he’s destroying everything that your parents stood for, now you wanna thank him for that? here you go,” she announced as she stopped at an old bar. that’s the bar where falcone has been staying, she went on to explain that no one will ever touch him. because he keeps the bad people rich and the good people scared.
“i’m not one of your good people addie,”
“what’re you talking about?” addie asked as she looked at bruce, worry etched in her features.
“all these years i wanted to kill him. now i cant,” he said as he pulled a gun out from his sleeve. addie’s breath caught in the back of her throat, she felt sick. she looked at the gun, she noticed the sweat that was dripping down it from bruce’s anxiety. she was furious, how could he become this person? without thinking she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and punched him square in the nose. he groaned as he grabbed his nose, blood slowly pouring out from it.
“get the hell out of my car,” addie cursed as she shoved him into the car door. he looked at her with no emotion whatsoever. he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. addie watched as he walked away from the car and out of sight. she held her face in her hands as she sobbed, cursing herself for hitting him, for not understanding, for not being more patient.
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Can we take a moment and talk about
Miguel, Hobie, and the Black!Reader
a.k.a Black Men aren't the only one who date black women so why are there only Black!Readers for black characters????
Don't think anyone has said it but I would like to see Miguel with some Black readers/Black OCs.
Like, I wanna see Miguel with a Boujee black woman, a loud one, a meek one, a stallion, a petite one-
I just wanna see Miguel x Black!Readers and Miguel x Black!OCs.
Black people are everywhere, in every fandom.
So black readers should be giving rep everywhere - not just with radical black characters like Hobie
Black women and black people in general IRL have our features demonized or looked down upon. In media, in the beauty industry, the fashion industry, hair industry, you name it. Our skin tones are 'too dark' to match well with makeup, our bodies too curvy or different, or hair too thick and hard to manage.
I think having characters openly express interest in them is radical - whether the character themselves are black or not.
The reason the Black Representation within Hobie romance fics stands out so much because every other character LACKS that.
In almost every other x reader fandom, black people and our features are ignored and erased for 'sweeter' things like blushing or 'running their fingers through your hair'
Like... Why can't there be a fic where Miguel compliments his Black partners hair. Or tries soul food?
You don't have to be a radical leftist like Hobie to find black people attractive.
So there's no reason for black!Reader to be confined to Hobie - or black characters at all.
You can write Dean Winchester with a Black!Reader. Or Sherlock Holmes, or Hobie Brown, or Miguel O'Hara.
Attraction to black people is so often seen as a fetish - that most white people and white characters never openly exhibit admiration or love towards black features and culture. They'd rather push us and our differences aside because acknowledging them and their beauty makes people uncomfortable. But those same characters will always 100% be implied to find white women attractive.
And in the Superhero Movie Sphere it's even worse.
ie. It's VERY VERY rare you will find Tony Stark with a Black woman.
The large majority of the women you see with Tony Stark early in the movies are WHITE. The ones he's taking to at galas and playing roulette in front of and kicking out after one night stands - White and blonde. If he sleeps with them - white and blonde.
And that's fine in the general population - a nonblack man who 'loves women' and loves sex just... not being seen with black women at all.
But if Tony Stark went two movies sleeping with only women that aren't white - uh-oh!! That draws attention!!
It's completely okay and not a fetish to be super attracted to white features in isolation, but if you take interest in non-white features without validating white women in the same breath then you're nasty and a fetishist and a racist.
Another example - Batman.
Zoe Kravitz was the first time we've seen Batman openly go after a black woman since maybe Eartha Kitt in 1967 - OVER 50 years apart
In the Christian Bale movies - he never flirts with black women. This classy, smooth Bruce Wayne isn't seen interacting with them. I mean... Why? Does he not like them? Or are the all the black people in Gotham just too poor to be around him to begin with?
????????? That don't add up. But that's how most characters are.
If a nonblack male character is shown in a relationship with a woman - the chances of that woman being cast as a black woman hits the FLOOR.
Their first choice is almost always white.
And the saddest thing is
Spider-Man is the biggest example of black erasure in romance and the effects it causes.
That's why when Zendaya got cast as MJ - it was a problem.
Because before then, during the 70 semi years of Peter Parker's existence - he was never shown on screen being attracted to black women in any capacity.
Betty, Gwen, Felicia, MJ - all white. In the cartoons, white. In the remake, white. Silk is probably one of - if not the - first POC we see Peter with. And they don't date, they've never been shown on screen, and over the past years Cindy has had a better written relationship with Felicia than she ever had with Peter.
For half a century we were conditioned to believe that Peter Parker dated white women with no representation or deviation.
Back in 2016 when TASM series was coming out, if you were a black reader who wanted to see yourself represented in any way or capacity on screen or in Fandom - good luck.
We're use to seeing these very romantically forward guys never flirting or fucking or dating black women. We're conditioned to accept this as normal.
It takes a genuine toll.
That's why when I was younger, I use to feel so insecure. Wondering if my favorite characters or celebrities would even find me slightly attractive. The idea that my favorite character wouldn't find me attractive because they've never been seen with a Black partner or interest ever not even once in passing hurts.
As a teen I just accepted that these characters 'Don't like black people' and can't find them attractive in that capacity. Because I mean, I have no reason to think they do - when most nonblack characters won't even look at a black female character for longer than 5 seconds.
Growing up I just accepted that these characters and the fandom as a whole did not see anything beautiful about me because of my race.
That's why Black readers should be more widespread.
We should be telling people that non-black men finding black women attractive is NORMAL.
I read SO many fics of black characters and go 'okay but they wrote reader as white.'
I have NEVER read a fic of a non-black character and gone 'okay they wrote the reader as Black'
Y'all.... You can write interracial relationships with characters that aren't black.
Interracial Relationships are not a special magic tool you can use to pair black characters up with non-black readers. Interracial Relationships go both ways.
If you're down for writing Hobie x NonBlack!Reader and writing an interracial relationship there - why are y'all not down for Miguel x Black!Reader?
Why are interracial relationships good when the black man experiences attraction outside his race towards nonblack people - but bad/unlikely when the nonblack man experiences attraction outside his race towards black people?
'Hobie loves everyone' Okay, Miguel would too. But I don't see the 'Hobie Loves' people rushing and pushing for inclusion in the Miguel tag. They don't care if fanwriters show Miguel 'loving everyone'.
They don't go -
'Miguel loves latinas, Miguel loves black women' in Miguel's tag.
Even though nonblack men experience attraction towards black people and black women everyday across the world.
Some are even married to us - can you believe it??
In conclusion - More Miguel x Black!Reader. More Miguel x Black!OC.
Give Miguel AfroLatino Babies!!!!
Give Miguel O'Hara a Nigerian Wife so help me God
Anyway - Big up @hrhmimieucliffe and their AMAZING Black OC Giselle, who has a ~thing~ ;) with Miguel (they are v cute!!)
More Miguel x Black!Reader. More Miguel with Black! OCs. I want a Miguel that likes his women like he likes his milkshakes - tall, sweet, thicc as fuck, and FULL OF CHOCOLATE
And once again, that's on WHAT!!!!
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NCIS
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Jimmy Palmer
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CRIMINAL MINDS
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Luke Alvez
CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)
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STRANGER THINGS
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Peter/001
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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)
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Number Five
Luther Hargreeves
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SUPERNATURAL
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Chuck
NOW YOU SEE ME
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MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)
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Mobius M. Mobius
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Shang-chi
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Isaac Lahey
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THE BOYS IN THE BAND
Bernard
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WHITE COLLAR
Neal Caffrey
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Clinton Jones
DIVERGENT
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Four
HARRY POTTER
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Sirius Black
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Remus Lupin
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Fred Weasley
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Percy Weasley
Ron Weasley
Oliver Wood
FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM
Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)
Newt Scamander
Credence Barebone
Theseus Scamander
Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)
HUNGER GAMES
Peeta Mellark
Coriolanus Snow
Sejanus Plinth
MAZE RUNNER
Newt
Thomas
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Minho
911 (and LONE STAR)
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RIVERDALE
Jughead Jones
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Sweet Pea
Fangs
Kevin Keller
Reggie Mantle
Chic
Moose Mason
BROOKLYN99
Jake Peralta
Terry Jeffords
All the others (platonic only)
CHRISTIAN BALE
Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)
Bruce Wayne (Batman)
PEDRO PASCAL
Joel Miller (TLOU)
Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)
Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)
Javier Peña (Narcos)
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Silva (Strange Way of Life)
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Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)
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DETROIT BECOME HUMAN
Connor
RK900
Hank
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BARBIE
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FNAF (movie)
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SUITS
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I WON’T WRITE:
-Smut (for anyone)
-R*pe
-Female readers/GN readers
-Suic*de
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-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)
If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.
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Master list
Disclaimer: I only do Gn or Female for X reader, I don't do OCs.
I will write smut but I'm not great at it.
Request's are open.
I take Plots,prompts, dialogue prompts,etc. Anything your imaginative minds can think of.
•Prompt List
!NEW! Keanuverse
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•Ted "Theodore" Logan
•Exhausted (requested)
•Julian Mercer
•Neo "Thomas" Anderson
•Exhausted (requested)
•Tom Ludlow
•Exhausted (requested)
ADCU
•Prompt Exchange with @kylowritten
•ADCU prompt list
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•Favorite Distraction°
•Pen and Paper°
•Domesticated°
•Dedication Masterlist°
•Flip Zimmerman
•Proud
•Adam Sackler
•Phillip Altman
• Reunion pt.1
•Ren/Zimmerman/Sackler/Altman
•How ADCU character's react to an S/O who is insecure.
X-Men
•Charles Xavier
•Oneshots•
•It's a goldfish and cream soda kinda night
•Totally normal morning!?
•Skits(?)•
•Snacks
•Cruel Joke
•Late nights
•Requests•
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Batman
•Bale!Bruce Wayne
•Presence
Top Gun Maverick
•Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw
•Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Daredevil
•Matthew Murdock "Daredevil"
•Night Terrors (Request)
• And Down We Fall
•Frank Castle "Punisher"
•The Beast Finds Love
9-1-1
•Eddie Diaz
•Thief (part 1)
•Thief (part 2)
•Theif (part 3)
•Theif (part 4)
•Theif (part 5)
Moon Knight
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Others
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Request's are open
(Gotta think of some more later lol)
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Becoming Mrs. Wayne [The Dark Knight] Twelve
Pairing: Christian Bale!Bruce Wayne x OC
Summary: Demetria Gallagher knew her cozy life would change the second she became engaged to Bruce Wayne. But what she doesn’t know is she’s getting more than what she agreed to. (I am trash at summaries.)
Warning: Angst. Pure angst. Cursing.
Taglist: dragonballluver, disgraceful-marvel-trash, barikawho, claudiahxrdy , @christianbalefanatic, @librarianafterdark, @rosegxoxo
Author’s Note: This chapter is dedicated to the anon who wrote me and said they got so into reading this series that apparently, their mom whoop their ass. I apologize for past and any future ass whooping.
A silence was shared between Demetria and Alfred as they waited on bated breath for Bruce’s return.
Demetria twirled the pendant of her necklace as Alfred checked his watch every few minutes or so. The old man’s eyes shifted to the young woman.
“What exactly did Master Wayne tell you about the night his parents were murdered?” Alfred questioned.
She thought for a moment. “Just that they were leaving the theater when some guy from the mafia shot them down in an alley,” she recalled. “He told me the name but it’s escaping me at the moment.”
“Did he ever tell you that it was Gordon who found him?”
She shook her head. Alfred went on. “Gordon called me that night and told me he had Bruce in his office. He offered to bring Bruce to his house and then drop him off in the morning. I assured I could pick up. When I arrived, Gordon was with Bruce in his office. Another officer said Gordon wouldn’t let anyone else near him. Made sure he knew that that boy was safe with him. I suppose he might’ve forgotten that, but I can assure you, Bruce hasn’t.”
The weight of the situation felt clearer. It also made sense to Demetria as to why Gordon was Batman’s confidant. Bruce trusted Gordon.
The grumble of the platform rising down to the Batcave broke the silence, the two watching intensely.
Bruce kept his eyes to the ground, rolling his motorcycle to where he kept his other transports. Demetria and Alfred watched his every move when the old man gently nudged Demetria.
“I’m going to let you handle this one,” he whispered.
She gave a nod. The old man turned to Bruce. “I’ll meet you back at the penthouse, Master Wayne.”
Alfred was met with silence. Demetria mouthed “thank you” as the old man gave her a reassuring smile.
She turned her attention to Bruce, watching as he made his way to the desk. He leaned over the desk table, his head hung low.
Her heart fell to her stomach and she wondered if she was up for this challenge. She made her way toward him. What seemed so natural felt so awkward. She feared being clingy or overtaking his space, but still yearned to show love and support.
“Bruce,” she spoke up. She stood behind him, but gave him enough space as to not crowd him. “This isn’t your fault.”
He didn’t look at her. “Joker wouldn’t exist without Batman.”
“Given Gotham’s history, I kind of doubt that.”
He turned to her as she flashed an apologetic smile. She took his hand in hers, quietly surprised he accepted it. “You knew when you took this on that there were going to be days like these. Unfortunately, this one was personal and I get it. I meant it when I said I’m here for you. But that doesn’t mean I’m also going to sit here and let you blame yourself.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “And I don’t think Gordon would want you to blame yourself either.”
He pulled her to him as she wrapped her arms around his waist. His forehead rest against hers as he melted in her arms and touch. There was something about the way Demetria would touch or hold him that brought out a vulnerability in him that he had pushed away since the death of his parents. She knew how to make him feel a peace he had sworn he’d never feel again.
“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbled, loud enough for Demetria to listen.
She pulled back and held his cheek in her hand.
“Don’t say that, ok?” she said. “I’m serious, Bruce. I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth again. If you don’t want me saying it, I don’t want you saying it. Understood?”
He nodded, taking her hand off his cheek and gently pressing his lips inside the palm of her hand.
“I need to be alone,” he told her gently. “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe.”
She nodded understandingly. “You get home safe as well, ok?”
“I promise.”
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She turned on the shower when she heard her cell ring. She looked to see the caller ID.
She contemplated answering, but given what happened hours earlier declining it didn’t sit well with her. She turned off the shower and answered. “What Harvey?”
“I need to see you. Can you come down here so we can talk?”
She sighed. “I’ll send you upstairs. It’s safer up here. Bruce isn’t home.”
“I don’t-.”
“If you’re not gonna listen to me, then stop wasting my time because it already cost you a life today.”
Her tone was laced with a kind of venom she had never used on him before. She was surprised he didn’t yell at her or even hang up, indicating whatever it was had to be serious.
“Please let the front desk let me up,” he sighed.
“Fine.”
She hung up and dialed the front desk. After informing the front desk to let Harvey through, she set the phone down on the bathroom counter. She changed into black sweatpants and a grey turtleneck.
“Heads up, Harvey is coming in for a moment,” she informed Alfred as she walked past the kitchen.
“I assume I shouldn’t offer him tea or water?” the old man remarked.
She smiled before opening the door to see Harvey standing there. “What do you want?”
“Can we talk inside please?” he asked, a slight annoyance in his tone.
“We can go out on the balcony.”
She motioned for him to follow her. She led him outside and then turned to him again.
“You were right.” he sighed. “You were right and I’m sorry.”
Her eyes met the ground, lips pursed back. “I know you are. But I also know you enough to know there’s a favor you’re about to ask me so let’s just skip right to it.”
“I need to keep Rachel safe and she says this is the safest place in the city,” he said. “While I’m not completely convinced she’s safe here given what happened last time she was here and what happened to you at the party, I have to trust her. I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but I trust you more than I trust anyone right now.”
“Is it because no one else is around or did you finally get your head out of your ass?”
Impatience filled the sigh he let out. “Demetria-.”
“Gordon’s dead because you and the mayor just had to have your little parade-.”
“The Joker is coming for Rachel.”
Demetria stepped back, her anger subsiding to shock.
Harvey shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “One is his goons was disguised as an office at the memorial. His name plate said Dawes.”
It was her turn to sigh. “Oh shit.”
“I need you to promise me you won’t let her out of your sight,” he pleaded.
She nodded her head. “Of course. Whatever it takes.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“Does she know?”
“I told her.”
“Ok. Yeah. She’s good here.”
He went to make his way out, when Demetria said,“Harvey?”
He turned around.
“Do you remember what you told my dad the first night the three of us had dinner? He asked you why you wanted to stay in Gotham, and you told him it was because you wanted to give the city hope for a better, safer future. That’s what he liked about you, the fact you actually cared and you meant it.”
She paused. “When that Harvey comes back, let me know.”
With that, she walked past him and into her room. She grabbed her cell phone and texted Bruce.
Call me when you can.
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Demetria stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom when she heard the distant sound of voices from the other side of the door.
Not only did Rachel arrive, but it sounded as though Bruce had as well.
Demetria changed into black flared yoga pants and a matching zip up hoodie.
Walking out of the bedroom, she noticed Bruce and Rachel confined to the back corner of the living room. While normally she didn’t bat an eye to their close relationship, something about this moment felt oddly intimate and that her presence was bound to ruin it.
“Everything alright?” Demetria spoke up.
Bruce opened his mouth to respond when Rachel beat him to the punch. “Bruce, has something he needs to discuss with you.”
She motioned to Bruce, whose eyes fixated on the floor. “You need to be have this conversation with her,” she lectured him.
“If this is about him being Batman, I already know,” Demetria reassured.
“It’s not that,” Bruce said, looking up. He turned to Rachel for moment before turning to Demetria. “I am turning myself in tomorrow.”
Six words formed a punched that knocked her out in seconds. Her mouth fell open slightly, body frozen still.
“Thats it?” she questioned, her voice low. “You’re not gonna discuss with it me? I don’t get a say in this?”
“There’s nothing to say, Demetria. I already made up my mind. What else is there to discuss?”
Once again, his words packed a punch, this time in the gut. She was beginning not to recognize her own fiancé.
“You’re kidding me, right?,” she scoffed. “What about the fact that the city wants your head because they think you’re responsible? What about the fact that The Joker could come after Alfred or Lucius or Rachel or me just for being associated with you. You turn yourself in, you put your love ones in danger.”
“Demetria-.”
“NO!”
The room fell to an immediate, harsh silence. It was a kind vitriol neither Bruce nor Rachel had seen from Demetria. Even Demetria was taken back by her tone. But she stayed firm, even as her heart raced and stomach churned. The young woman shook as she pointed a finger at Bruce.
“I am sick of being talked down to by men, especially by the ones who are supposed to have my back!” she screamed.
The rage and fury inside her made her dizzy, but she persisted. She had to.
“What don’t you get?! He won’t stop even if you turn yourself in. He will not stop even if he has full control of the entire city. He won’t stop because he has nothing to lose, unlike you. You will lose everything. You reveal yourself, you lose your life. You lose Alfred, you lose Rachel, you lose the city. Investors will pull out of Wayne Enterprises. Funding for your charities, including the orphanage is gone. Everything you fought for, your parents fought for is gone.”
“What about you?” he inquired. “Do I lose you?”
Hot tears filled her eyes. She couldn’t answer. Any strength she had left was gone, unavailable to be used.
Bruce gave a nod. “My decision is made.”
That was it. The final twist of the knife. She was about to turn when she when she felt him grab her hand.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” she seethed, poisonous venom laced in her tone.
Bruce’s eyes stayed on her, almost pleading. Demetria tried to pull away but he pulled back. Rachel, having seen enough, pulled his hand away.
Demetria’s face softened to Rachel, giving her a thankful nod. She went into their shared bedroom, slamming the door and locking it.
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MASTERLIST
All my Oneshots/Series are listed below:
Most (if not all) are over 1k words.
Eddissy:
Found Family
Steve Harrington:
Talking About It part 1/4 -> Steve Harrington x Henderson!OC
Talking About It part 2/4
Talking About It part 3/4
Talking About It part 4/4
Ride or Die -> Steve Harrington x OC
Dean Winchester:
A Winchester’s Daughter 1/? -> Dean Winchester x Daughter!OC (B99 crossover)
A Winchester’s Daughter 2/?
A Winchester’s Daughter 3/?
Demon In Love -> Dean Winchester x OC
Love In The Bureau 1/? -> Dean Winchester x Steve/Peggy Daughter!OC - AU!Agent Dean
Love In The Bureau 2/?
Love In The Bureau 3/?
Love In The Bureau 4/?
Love In The Bureau 5/?
Love In The Bureau 6/?
Two Hunters and A Baby -> Dean Winchester x OC
Can You Picture It? Us? -> Dean Winchester x OC
Folding Laundry -> Dean Winchester x OC (or fe!reader)
Saying "I Love You" -> Dean Winchester x Fe!reader
Wedding Day Disaster -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC
Childhood Crush -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC(Zoey)
Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love -> Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy)
Spencer Reid:
A Life of Shocks and Promises 1/? -> Spencer Reid x Austin
A Life of Shocks and Promises 2/?
New Recruit -> SR x OC
New Neighbour -> SR x OC
Best-Friends In Love -> SR x JJ (Jeid)
Cardigan -> Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader
In A While (part one) -> Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader
For A While (part two) -> Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader (+16)
Castiel Novak:
I'm Yours -> Castiel x Fe!Reader
Solider Boy:
A Soldier in Montana -> Solider Boy x Fe!OC
Beau Arlen:
Dance with me, Darlin’ -> Beau Arlen x Reader
I Can Feel You -> Beau Arlen x Fe!OC (reader if you wish)
Last Minute Customer -> Beau Arlen x Reader
Steve Rogers:
Falling In Fall -> Steve Rogers x OC (female - Noelle Harlow)
Tell Me What We Are -> Steve Rogers x OC (Female - Isla)
Peter Parker:
Christmas Movies and Kisses -> Peter Parker x Fe!OC (Alex)
I’m In Love (With My Best Friend) -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader
The Look Of Terror -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader
A Moment Of Everything -> Peter Parker x Fe!Reader
Bruce Wayne/Batman:
Drowning In Love -> Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fe!OC (Althea)
Javier Peña:
Durazno -> Javier Peña x Fe!OC/Reader (Last name; Becker)
Secure -> Javier Peña x Fe!Reader
Kiss In Stitches -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader/OC (Last Name; Jackson)
Blood Washed Away -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader
To Shitty Days and Shitty Families -> Javier Pena x Fe!Reader
Din Djarin:
Without Logic, or Reasoning -> Din Djarin x Fe!Reader
Anthony Lockwood:
Wake Me Up (And Hold On To Me) -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Bloody Pardon -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Bloody Pardon 2 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Bloody Pardon 3 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Bloody Pardon 4 -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Freak Like Them -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader (more found family with all Lockwood and Co)
Message From Iris -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Punch At First Sight -> Lockwood x Fe!Reader
Joel Miller:
To You -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader
Written In The Stars -> Joel Miller x Reader (is Fe! but no use of pro-nouns in the fic)
Quiet Crushes -> Joel Miller x Fe!Reader
Javi Gutierrez:
Cambiando El Mundo -> Javi G x Reader
Clint Barton:
Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay) -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (18+)
In Love -> Clint Barton x Fe!Reader (16+)
Oberyn Martell:
Dove -> Oberyn Martell x Fe!Reader
Loki Laufeyson:
Everything Little Thing (Is Magic) -> Loki x Fe!Reader
Detecting Love -> Loki x Fe!Reader
Billy The Kid:
Don’t Waste A Second -> Billy the Kid x Fe!Reader (16+)
Colter Shaw:
One Number Away -> Colter Shaw x Fe!Reader (18+)
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ДА, ПРОСТО ДА!!!
#jonathan crane x reader#bruce wayne#dc universe#dark knight#cristian bale#cillian murphy#cillian x oc#batman#batbale#scarecrow
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Copybat Ch. 2
Bale!Bruce Wayne x Trans!OC
Warnings: None. This chapter is to get the story moving further
Word Count: 1287
Victoria’s eyes flutter open and she sits up. The blood rushing to her head gives her a bigger headache on top of the one she already has. She looks around, seeing if anyone else is around. An old man in a suit is sitting near the door. He doesn’t seem to realise she’s awake.
“Hello?”
“Ah, Miss October!” He seems happy she’s alright. “You’re awake! Are you feeling any better?”
“A little… um….who are you?”
“I am Alfred Pennyworth, the butler to Master Wayne.”
“Wayne as in…”
“Bruce, yes.”
“Got it… He brought me here… right?”
“Indeed he did.” The events of that afternoon are coming back to her.
“Is he here?”
“Not at the moment, no. Master Wayne is preoccupied tonight.” The disappointed look on Victoria’s face is subtle but Alfred sees it. “He did, however, tell me to give this to you.” He stands up and walks over to her, holding his hand out to her.
“My wallet!” She takes it from his hand and goes through it. “Nothing was taken!”
“But perhaps, something was added?”
“What do you mean by--” Victoria notices a white paper and takes it out. “His business card…” She sees a phone number written in blue pen. “Is this… his personal number?”
“Master Wayne would appreciate it if you call him tomorrow.”
“The Prince of Gotham wants me to call him?” She looks up at him. “Why?” Alfred shakes his head.
“Master Wayne is quite the complicated person, I wouldn’t try to understand it if I were concussed earlier today.”
“You make a good point.” She feels her head with her hand. “Oh, Mr. Pennyworth, could you…could you turn on the news?”
“Please, call me Alfred.” He bows slightly.
“Alright then, Alfred, could you please turn on the news?”
“Any particular reason, ma’am?”
“I’ve been following the news stories surrounding the Batman,” She explains, catching Alfred’s attention.
“The Batman, ma’am?”
“Mhm!” Victoria nods. “He’s fascinating!”
“How so?”
“The man dresses like a bat and fights crime! In what world is that not fascinating?”
“You make a good point.”
“Also, he’s done more for Gotham than the police ever could! He goes straight to the source! Like with the Scarecrow?” She gushes. “The police tried arresting him for the crimes. They spend more time and effort looking for Batman than the real threats.”
“You seem to know a lot about him.”
“He’s just cool, I guess.” She shrugs, tucking her black hair behind her ear.
“I see.” He nods, turning on the television. Sure enough, it was a broadcast of a gang of thugs, tied up to be found by the police. Victoria is suddenly more awake and alert than before, watching the broadcast with such a strong intensity, Alfred could feel it standing next to her.
The Batman is such an inspiration for her, and with a little work, she could become him! She will become him, not just another copycat.
Victoria doesn’t know how long she was watching the news, but gives Alfred a glare.
“What the hell?”
“I apologise, Miss Victoria,” He nods his head. “I’ve been informed by the nurses that the broadcast is bothering other patients.” She looks sad. “Perhaps you can find this broadcast on the internet!”
“Not a bad idea,” Her voice is quiet, yawning after speaking.
“Tired?”
“Mhm…”
“I’ll let you get some rest then.” Alfred turns to walk off.
“Hey, um…Thank you, for ... .you know,” She shrugs. “Keeping me company!” Victoria smiles at him.
“But of course, ma’am.” He bows towards her. “Sleep well.” He leaves after turning off the light. It doesn’t take long for Victoria to fall into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, she’s woken up by a nurse pressing some buttons on her vital machine.
“Good morning Miss October.” She smiles.
“Morning,” She mumbles, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
“You’re being discharged this morning!”
“I can go home?”
“After a visit to the front desk, absolutely!” The nurse nods. “Just give me a moment and I’ll leave for you to get dressed!”
“What ” She finishes up whatever she’s doing and leaves the room.
Victoria’s clothes are folded neatly on a table against the wall. Did Alfred do that? She gets out of bed, taking a minute to adjust her bare feet on the cold floor.
It only takes a couple minutes before she’s dressed in what she wore the day before, a black blazer, white button up, black slacks, and black ankle boots. She didn’t have a bag, so she puts her wallet back into her pocket and makes her way to the desk to check herself out.
“Hi, um, I was told I can leave?” Victoria asks the woman at the desk.
“Yes, of course!” She nods. “Can I get your name?”
“Victoria October.” She crosses her arms.
“Alright, Ms. October,” The woman types something on her computer. “Let’s get you set up with your--Oh!” She exclaims.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Well, Ms. October, it seems as though your medical bill for this visit has been covered!”
“Someone covered my bill?” Victoria is confused. “Who could have--” It sets in for her. The very man who brought her to the hospital.
“I’m afraid he requested to remain confidential. A guardian angel of sorts.” The woman looks apologetic.
“That’s fine,” She smiles. “Is there any paperwork I need to do before I leave?”
“Yep!” She takes a packet of papers from her desk and places it in front of her. Victoria quickly fills them out and hands them back. “Alright, Ms. October! You’re good to go!”
“Thanks,” She nods, walking out of the hospital, and turning in the direction to her apartment. Before heading that way, she decides to try the number Bruce Wayne left for her. When the phone starts ringing, she starts walking.
“Hello?” Victoria asks, hearing someone pick up.
“Yes?”
“Hi…It’s Victoria?” She’s worried she dialled the number wrong. “Bruce Wayne?”
“Victoria!” He exclaims. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine, I’m actually on my way home now!”
“That’s great!”
“Yeah… um, you paid my medical bill?”
“Do you not appreciate the gesture?” A slight tinge of fake hurt is apparent in his voice.
“No, no!” She backtracks. “I absolutely do, it’s just… You don’t even know me!”
“Sure I do!” He laughs a bit. “Your name is Victoria October, birthday October 4th, 1983, Computer Scientist at Wayne Enterprises--”
“Okay okay, I get it. You went through my stuff.” Her mind races, hoping he didn’t find a previous name.
“Not exactly,”
“No?”
“I looked at your ID at the hospital yesterday and talked to Fox last night.”
“Are you trying to prove a point?”
“You claimed I don’t know you.”
“And I still don’t! A-and you don’t know me!” She exclaims. “You can’t just pay for my bills like that.”
“And why not?” Victoria takes a deep breath.
“Because I don’t know you! Other than the fact that you’re the Prince of Gotham!” She lowered her voice when she was describing him.
“How would you feel about changing that? Maybe over dinner?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“If that’s what you want to call it!”
“When were you thinking?”
“Tomorrow night, 7:30. Alfred will pick you up.” He states.
“I keep on forgetting my address is on my ID.” Victoria sighs. “Alright, Bruce, it’s a date.” It feels weird calling him by his first name.
“I’m looking forward to it.” She can almost hear his slight smile over the phone. “Oh! And wear something nice.”
“Will do. Bye!” After she hangs up, it takes a minute for her to process what just happened. She’s reached her apartment building and is in the elevator when it dawns on her.
She has a date with Bruce Wayne!
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In to the Light
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Hok3uyb
by Nirwick
After a long time of sadness. After seeing many fake faces, Bruce finally starts to care about someone. But will she care about him in return? what will happen when he decides to ignore her and love another woman? can she accept it? how long can she hide her mask? and how long can he hide his mask? Can they find light in each other? what will happen when he discovers her mask? This is an unexpected love story. Bruce Wayne x OC
Words: 3700, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Original Female Character(s), Alfred Pennyworth, Lucius Fox, Jim Gordon, Rachel Dawes
Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is Batman, Movie: The Dark Knight (2008), Movie 1: Batman Begins (2005), Batman Played by Christian Bale
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Cruel Irony
17/?
Bale!Bruce Wayne x reader
anyways
Series Summary: Growing up on infinity Island, Moyra is taught very well in the art of assassination. As the daughter of Ra's Al Ghul, she sits highly amongst the brotherhood known as the League of Shadows. When her father orders her to lure a stranger from the outside to be recruited amongst the mysterious clan, she will question everything she's ever believed.
Chapter warnings: angst, threats and mentions of death
These bloody socialites might as well stick a knife through my chest, that would hurt way less than the awful golfing stories I'd heard tonight. My acting skills deserved an oscar, for I pretended to be so interested, that every man in the room came up to share his story as well. None of them knew how little I cared about the drab sport, or the fact they were apparently good at it. I just knew that I wanted out of this horrid room to take a breather.
"Would you excuse me?" I asked the small group kindly, nodding to each of them with a plastered smile before taking my leave out the hallway. I walked down to my room, closing the door for a moment.
I ran my hands through my nicely done hair and closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to clear my head of how many birdies were made by the men in the main ballroom. I couldn't believe men with such riches could possibly be so boring. Bruce certainly wasn't. Perhaps I ought to try some of the women in the gathering, maybe they're just as sick of the golf stories as I am.
I checked myself out in my bedroom mirror, readjusting things to make sure I had everything in place before I headed back into the jungle.
I decided to stay away from the men who had formerly tried to attract my attention, and went over to a beautiful blonde woman in the corner. She seemed to be the talk of the hour since she got here, so I decided I'd find out why.
"Hello there, just wanted to properly thank you for coming this evening. It means a lot to Mr. Wayne that you could be here," I told her, reaching my hand out for her to shake. She gripped it with the tips of her fingers, as if I had some sort of infection.
"Yes, well I'll believe that when I see him," She said with a smirk, and all the other women around her giggled like children.
"He should be down soon, he likes to make a grand entrance," I joked, knowing the real reason he wasn't here was because he had to see what happened with Rachel at Arkham.
"I see. So who are you, dear, I've never seen you at any events before?" She questioned, making me raise my eyebrows while I tried to come up with an answer. I really should have something better rehearsed.
"I'm an old colleague of Bruce's. I work in his company now," I told her, and she nodded, amused by my statement.
"And... you live with him?" She gathered that much, since I was hosting the party until Bruce decided to get his ass in this ballroom.
"....yes. Yes, I do," I said it more confidently the second time, and earned a few more chuckles from behind me and around me when I answered. "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing, its just that... well, I thought Bruce had different girls every night. I didn't think he'd keep one of them as a live in," She said as if I knew what any of it meant. I wasn't stupid, I knew what she was implying, I was just oblivious to how it had anything to do with me. Surely I didn't give off those sort of vibes.
"I'm sorry to ask, but I don't quite understand your meaning," I furrowed my brow to give the illusion of confusion. I knew what she implied, but I wanted to hear her say it herself.
"Darling, surely Gotham's most famous playboy keeps you around for a personal reason.... Am I correct?" She mused, lifting her glass with a smirk as she sipped her expensive champagne.
"Actually, you are. I'll leave it to your imagination of what that reason might be," I said, stealing a champagne glass of my own from one of the trays carried by a caterer that Alfred had hired.
The blonde woman nearly choked on her drink, some of the other ladies rushing to her in concern. I smirked at the poor dear, obviously in distress for not expecting my choice of words. As obnoxious as these socialites were, they were fun to mess around with. Perhaps I could stall for Bruce a bit longer by creating a character for myself.
I sauntered around the room, a certain sway I added to my hips to make it more believable. I managed to catch the eye of a familiar face in the corner while doing so.
"My, my, what a lovely sight you are this evening," Luscious Fox caught my attention and I turned to him with a grateful smile.
"Why thank you, it took quite some time to present myself tonight," I said jokingly. In all fairness, it did take forever to sculp my hair the way it sat on my head. I was never a beauty queen and didn't have a mother to teach me these kinds of things.
"Well if I may say so, the effort was a success."
"You may say so, and it is much obliged that you do."
He chuckled, knowing full well about my background, given that Bruce told him everything he needed to know. Bruce trusted him, which meant that I could trust him.
"How is the birthday boy after his whole fiasco?" He rolled his eyes when he mentioned Bruce. Seems as though I wasn't the only one to put up with his antics.
"I assume better, otherwise he'd be here right now and not at Arkham," I lowered my voice to avoid suspicion, and he pressed his lips into a thin line.
"I'd say he sounds just fine, then."
I nodded with a smile before something, or rather someone caught my attention from the corner of the room. Bruce entered into the room with a loud eruption of song from the guests, and fake laughter also ensued.
Without turning my vision to the man beside me, I spoke a quick pardon from his presence.
"I'm sorry Mr. Fox, you'll have to excuse me."
He didn't even get a chance to respond before I sauntered away through the crowd to talk with Bruce.
He found me with a smile and put on a show of embracing me dramatically. He plastered a fake smile onto himself as he leaned in my ear.
"Trouble is coming, we have to go soon."
Without changing the wide cheek grinning expression, I responded without causing a scene.
"You just got here, you have to make an image of yourself before we sneak off."
Bruce pulled back, keeping me at arms length. Anyone who would glance over can only see that two colleagues were making small talk at a party.
"You go ahead then, I'll be right behind you," He said through his teeth as he let go of my hands and I nodded before stepping away from him.
I got through the crowd with ease, and turned down the private hallway at the end of the room.
My face froze as did my body when I met the sight before me.
It was the face of my father, staring me down intensely with fire in his eyes. Fire. He could set the place ablaze if he gazed hard enough.
"I-"
"You haven't any idea what you've done. By choosing this path you've included yourself in the judgement of Gotham," He spoke gently, as not to let the other guests hear him, although the thunder and authority still reverberated through his words.
I looked at the crew he'd brought along, standing behind him and ready to demolish me at any second. I needed to stall with words to think about an escape plan that didn't hurt anyone in the next room.
"I understand now that what you always had planned for me was wrong. I will not let you inflict your agenda on this city," I took one step back, thinking of my moves ahead of time. I noticed that the league members he had brought with him were of lower rank, but still with their number, they could easily be a match for me.
"You cannot run any further. You will face the consequences of leaving the league. Gotham will be judged tonight."
This must be the trouble trouble that Bruce was talking about. If this was my father's doing, there would not likely be a way out... but I've been in more impossible situations with him before.
"If you succeed you may as well be the greatest villain this city will ever know. You will kill hundreds of families, just to prove a point?"
"I have nothing to prove," He said viciously. It scared me, as strange as it may sound. Knowing that he would only do this simply for the fact that Gotham needed to be judged. Not by a justice system in his opinion, but by whatever means he planned on using.
I didn't have time to respond to the two goons that leapt from behind him and tried to subdue me. With my heels I had a more lethal kick, however the tight dress was just a bit constricting for the spatial movements I needed.
As the two of them struggled, two more joined in, and after that a fifth was added in. To make sure I couldn't be victorious, a wet cloth was pressed against my face, and I got weaker and weaker until everything went black.
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As soon as Bruce was looking straight on to his former instructor and friend, he knew the severity of what was to happen tonight. He'd never predicted that all of the problems had been due to him. Now knowing Ra's Al Ghul's true identity, he furrowed his brow, feeling as though something wasn't right in the house. He had already taken notice of the league members that enclosed every exit. They had been there a while now.
"Where is she?" Bruce's eyes got darker when he realized what probably already happened.
"Safe, for now. She will receive punishment, same as all else, but for now she is safe," Ra's said with authority and sureness. Bruce couldn't help his blood but boil. He didn't like not knowing what 'safe' actually meant, and if it was really out of harm's way. He knew that his old friend had very different ideals than he.
"That's not what I asked.... where is she?"
The father of his companion laughed lightly, coming a little closer to stage a friendly conversation.
"You can choose to trust my word, or belittle it, but as I said before, she is safe. Unlike you are now," He threatened. The calm nature of his voice could make any closer by listeners believe it wasn't real, but Bruce knew far more than any else here. Bruce took a moment to realize this was only going to end up one way, and there were far too many people here to endure it.
"Your quarrel is with me, you let these people go," his voice was still soft and calm, though the nature of his words held ferocity to try and convince the man before him.
"You are welcome to explain the situation to them."
It was almost a mocking reply, as if Ra's did not expect a man like Bruce to actually deal with his guests before the fight really began. Bruce was the most intelligent man in the room, and his brain was fast. He quickly summoned an idea to rid himself of all the socialites in the room. It would be an embarrassing move for Bruce Wayne, but Batman would be keeping them safe by doing it.
His exclamations to the room were loud and obnoxious, and at first people figured he was just joking, so laughter ensued, but after a few more words from the man of the hour, they held their noses high in disgust as they fled the ballroom and made their way to the main entrance hall.
"The apple has fallen very far from the tree, Mr. Wayne."
Bruce was appalled to hear these words from a man who knew his parents personally. He became sad to know the family name was being tarnished after everything his father did to build it's legacy.
This was more important.
Now that every last guest had left the perimeter, it was time for the final battle to begin. Gotham would know horror tonight, and it was up to the batman to save it.
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