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"Can you please just go?" Batman x Petite F! Reader

Summary: Gordon needs help, the Bat got blown up and now a bunch of GCPD officers are threatening to remove the mask. He needs a doctor, but I guess a coroner will do.

Pairing: Batman (Battison) x Petite F! Reader with glasses (could be fake, readers, or prescription we don't judge)

Warnings: Drabble, Robert Pattison is attractive as Batman (that's the warning)

Cross Posted on AO3

“I need your help,” Gordon shouts, pushing his way through the morgue. “The Bat’s here, they want to pull off his mask, I need time to get him out of here.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Play Doctor. He got blown up at the church, he’s been unconscious for about two hours. I’ve held them at bay but it’s not going to last, hell I might be too late by coming down here.”

“I am a Doctor,” you remind him, snapping off your gloves, “but lead the way.”

The crowd in the small kitchenette was growing, Gordon pushing through ahead of you glancing over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure you didn’t get swallowed up by the crowd, you were the shortest person in the room by far.

“Out of the way,” Gordon shoves, others mumbling curses at his back as you push your glasses higher up your nose.

Your breath catches in your throat when you see him, covered head to toe in a black combat suit. He’s out cold and the men around him sneer down at him like he’s filth under their boots.

“I say we take off the mask, find out who he really is,” you hear Officer Smith, his hand reaching towards the cowl.

Suddenly the bat springs from the table, punching his way through several officers, the police commissioner shouting in his face. “I got you on assaulting two officers pal!”

“You got me assaulting three,” he snaps back, Gordon pressing a hand firmly into his chest trying to diffuse the situation.

“Everybody OUT!” you shout, watching as every eye in the room turns to you. The commissioner nearly turns purple with how pissed he is, he goes to open his mouth when you raise a hand silencing him. “I understand sir, you want him behind bars but the man,” you glance at him, “erhm bat was just blown up. He has the right to medical attention.”

Officer Martinez raises a brow, “You’re a coroner.”

“Eh tomato, tomatoe, doesn’t matter whether he’s dead or alive, just need to let me have a look at him.” You fold your arms over your chest so no one can notice how badly you’re shaking.

“Five minutes,” the Commissioner raises his hand, “and Gordon stays.”

“Understood, sir,” you toss in another one for respect, “now can you please just go?”

The room is slow to clear and they don’t stray far, keeping close to the glass. “It’s like a fucking zoo,” you mumble under your breath turning towards your patient. His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile and you smirk, “Can you take a seat for me?” The Bat takes a seat on the table, and you open your bag pretending to look for something, whispering under your breath, “anytime now, Gordon.”

Gordon stands beside you, keeping his back to the glass, and doing his best not to move his lips too much. “We gotta get you out of here man.”

“There’s a door behind you,” you put the stethoscope to his chest, “deep breath in.” He follows your directions, his eyes fixed on you, “you’ll need to take out Gordon and me and make a break for the stairwell. That’s your best shot out of here.”

He nods slowly doing his best to look dejected before his lips turn up again as you pretend to use the medical equipment on him. “That goes in my ear,” his voice hints at amusement as you use the instrument on his knee.

“Gordon needed a reason to get you alone,” you put the last of the instruments away, “I’m a coroner, none of my patients ever complain about where I put it.”

“How are we gonna do this?” Gordon acts like he’s nodding along to your diagnosis.

“I got a plan,” Batman replies, glancing between the two of you before his eyes settle on you. “Trust me,” he stands, towering over you, he’s almost two heads taller than you, and your neck cranes to look up at him. “I don’t want to hurt you, so just pretend to pass out.”

“How will I know when to-” he cuts you off when his lips press to yours, his tongue gliding against yours as you gasp.

The outrage from the other side of the glass is deafening and he pulls back to whisper in your ear, “Now.” Your eyes roll back and you fall to the ground, Gordon groaning as he falls down beside you. The officers rush over themselves to get to the Bat as he rushes through the door and up the staircase.

Gordon stands, coming over and leaning down over you, a stupid grin on your face. “You okay, kid?”

“I’m fantastic,” you smile, putting your hands behind your head. “I’m probably getting fired but I got to kiss the Batman.”

He laughs, “Way to look at the bright side.”

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