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Stay with Me (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)
Summary: Bruce and Y/N's tentative first date gets extended when a storm floods the roads.
Warnings: Fluff, idiots with feelings who can't communicate them properly.
Request?: Not really, but I like writing this dynamic to see where the relationship goes.
A/N: I doubt anybody would ever have a problem with how fictional dogs are characterised, but I like to think that Ace and Titus are friendly pups who like people.
1 - Picking up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me |
Earlier in the week, Bruce had asked Y/N to come over for dinner. Neither of them had said the word ‘date’, but it was certainly treated like one.
The plan was originally for the two of them to order pizza and eat it in front of the TV while Y/N showed Bruce all the movies that he’d missed out on over the years, but the rest of the Wayne household had other ideas.
As soon as she’d pressed the doorbell,the front door was flung open to reveal Damian suited up for patrol, his brothers crowding the doorway around him. The small boy tried to keep his composure as his much taller brothers tried to push past him, eager to finally see Y/N after missing her for so long.
“Boys, you have to let Y/N come in,” Bruce’s voice came from behind the wall of geared up heroes.
“We just wanted to say hi to her before we go,” Dick said as he stepped away from the door first.
“Before you go?” Y/N asked in surprise. “Where are you going?”
“Bruce put us on patrol so he can stay here for your date,” Tim said and tried to yank Damian away from her side.
Y/N looked at Bruce and saw his face turn pink in embarrassment.
“It’s not a date,” Bruce said quickly. “We’re just having dinner, that’s all.”
“Sounds like a date to me,” Jason said drily before slinking off into the manor, Tim and Dick following behind him after waving to Y/N.
Just as she was about to step inside the manor, Y/N felt a tap on her side. She turned her attention back to Damian, who had yet to follow the others.
“It was nice to see you, Y/N,” he said before heading down to the Cave.
“When did he get so nice?” Y/N asked once Damian was completely out of earshot. “No offence.”
“None taken,” Bruce said as he closed the front door behind her. “We all know how Damian can be. He must have missed you.”
When the cool evening air was shut out, the smell of food trailing in from the kitchen got stronger. The unmistakable smell of toasted bread and melted cheese filled Y/N’s senses and made her mouth water.
“You already ordered without me?” she asked as they made their way towards the kitchen.
“Not exactly,” Bruce said sheepishly.
A large cheese pizza sat in the middle of the kitchen island, steam rising from its surface. The counter against the wall was dusted with flour and an empty bowl of red sauce was ready to go into the dishwasher.
“Ah, so nice to see you Ms Y/N!” Alfred said as he appeared from behind the refrigerator door.
“Alfred made it for us,” Bruce said.
“Hope you don’t mind,” Alfred said with a warm smile. “We haven’t seen you in such a long time, I thought I would make something special.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Y/N said and took a seat at the counter. “Your cooking is just as good as ordering takeout.”
“You’re too kind, Ms Y/N.” Alfred took off the apron he was wearing and hung it up on a hook on a wall before making his way back to the foyer. “Enjoy your evening.”
Once Alfred had gone, Y/N turned to face Bruce who was now the colour of a tomato. She had to stop herself from laughing as he buried his face in his hands and groaned.
“Sorry about all of that,” he said as he took a seat next to her. “When I told them you were coming over, they all acted like it was Christmas.”
“I don’t mind,” Y/N said and took the pizza cutter that Alfred had left on the counter. “I like seeing your family.”
“Obviously they like seeing you too.” He watched as she cut two slices and passed one to him. “Wait, let me get some silverware.”
Y/N laughed before taking a bite of her slice.
“You’ve never changed, Bruce,” she said around the bite of hot pizza. “Just eat it with your hands!”
“Old habits die hard, huh?”
Although Y/N hadn’t expected the night to go wrong, it went a lot better than she’d expected. Since Bruce had sent the boys out on patrol duty and Alfred was keeping track of the comms, there were no distractions other than Ace and Titus sniffing around and wanting to be cuddled.
While Titus was more wary of Y/N, having been trained by Damian to be on watch, Ace was more than happy to shove his snout under her arm and wedge himself between her and Bruce. Despite being a German Shepherd, he seemed to want to be a lap dog.
The night was spent in front of the seldom-used television in the living room, Y/N showing Bruce her favourite movies and shows that he’d missed out on. And that turned out to be almost every movie and show ever made.
“Bruce, how can you have a subscription to every single streaming service and have not even seen The Simpsons?” she’d asked at one point.
“I don’t exactly have the time to be sitting around watching cartoons, Y/N,” he said with a laugh.
“Well, fighting crime and running a company and attending charity events doesn’t allow for a lot of leisure time.”
By 10pm, Y/N decided that it was time for her to head back home. She still had the weekend ahead of her but she didn’t really want to spend the last part of her night stuck in traffic.
There was just one problem: it had started raining. Heavily.
Y/N had never seen so much rain before. As a native Gothamite, she knew how extreme the weather could be at times, especially during the colder months. But this was torrential.
Thankfully, Wayne Manor was on higher ground and away from any likely flooding but the same couldn’t be said for her apartment on the Lower East Side. She watched the rain from the safety of the living room, worrying about how she would get home, or whether she could get home at all.
“It’s really coming down out there, huh?” Bruce said from behind her, snapping her out of her head.
“Yeah,” she said, her breath fogging up the window. “God, I hope the roads are okay.”
“You could always spend the night here,” he said casually. Maybe a little too casually.
“What?” Y/N asked as she turned around in surprise.
“I can get Alfred to make up the guest room for you. I didn’t mean, spend the night.”
“Oh,” Y/N breathed in relief.
They hadn’t made anything official yet, weren’t even calling the date a ‘date’, so why had her mind immediately jumped to that?
“But I don’t have anything to change into, or my toothbrush,” Y/N said quickly, trying to make the air a little less awkward.
“That’s no problem, I can get you some clothes and I’m sure we’ve got a spare toothbrush or two.”
“Are you sure?” Y/N asked as she moved away from the window. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.”
“Y/N,” Bruce said and rested his hands on her shoulders. “You’re family to us. You’re not intruding and I’m sure the boys will love you to stay over.”
Her heart warmed at hearing him speak so earnestly. She’d never been able to explain why she’d never felt comfortable in the manor when Selina was around, but it was all down to her own insecurities and jealousy. She hated to admit it to herself, but she hated being around them when they were a couple and she felt like she’d been cast aside, whether or not that was the case.
She didn’t care that it was selfish to think that Selina being out of the picture gave her her best friend back, but it was like he was finally seeing her again after years of being invisible. Like Bruce wanted her to be in his life again and wanted her to know that.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heart pick up its pace.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Bruce returned her hug and rested his cheek on the top of her head, crouching down slightly so he could reach her.
“You’re always welcome here,” he said. “I can’t speak for everyone else, but I think the atmosphere would be better around here with you.”
Y/N lifted her head from his chest, about to step away, when he gently pulled her onto her toes and captured her lips with his own. She startled slightly at first before letting him guide her, moving her hands from his chest to loop loosely around his neck, the hair at the nape of his neck just brushing her fingers. Their lips moved together softly, chaste enough to not escalate the situation but just passionate enough to feel it.
Once again, it was over too soon for Y/N’s liking. Bruce pulled away and briefly rested his forehead against hers before standing up straight again. He reluctantly released her from his hold and took her hand to lead her upstairs.
“C’mon, we’d better find you something to wear.”
When Bruce had said that he’d find something for Y/N to wear to bed, she didn’t expect him to give her his clothes. The look on her face when he’d handed them to her must have said something.
“I didn’t want to look through the boys’ clothes so I just got something out of my closet,” he said. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s okay,” Y/N said and took them before opening the door for the guest bedroom.
Bruce, naturally, was still wide awake and was going to join Alfred in the Cave but stayed up to help him make up the guest room and wish Y/N goodnight. Usually when she stayed over at a friend's house, she expected to sleep on their couch, not in a lavish guest room. But, then again, most people weren’t best friends with a billionaire.
“I had a really good night,” Y/N said as she lingered in the doorway . “We should have another night like this.”
“We should,” Bruce said with a warm smile. “I think the boys will be happy about that too. They were always asking when the next time you were coming over was.”
“Well, hopefully you can tell them that I’ll see them more often.”
“Don’t be surprised if they almost knock the door down tomorrow morning.”
They were quiet for a moment, neither of them wanting the night to end, but tiredness taking over Y/N’s body. She tried her best to stifle a yawn but only made herself look more tired.
“I’ll let you get some sleep,” Bruce said before stroking the side of her face with the back of his fingers and leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Good night, Bruce,” Y/N said before reluctantly slinking into the bedroom.
As soon as the door softly clicked shut, Y/N inhaled deeply and slowly let her breath out. The night had felt like a dream and she couldn’t help but feel like she was going to wake up and find out that it had never happened. But the bundle of clothes in her arms told her differently.
She crossed the room to the bed and set the clothes down on it before undressing. Her own clothes felt scratchy and cheap in comparison to Bruce’s. He always told her that designer clothes weren’t important to him, but the quality of them clearly did. She pulled the plain grey t-shirt over her head and donned the sweatpants and sighed when the soft cotton brushed against her skin.
If she closed her eyes, it felt like Bruce was still with her, his strong arms circling her body and the scent of his cologne filling her senses. The clothes were far too big for her, but that didn’t stop her from feeling completely at ease.
Things were still moving slowly for the two of them; Bruce was still recovering from heartbreak, after all. But a slow pace was better than nothing. Y/N didn’t want to completely ruin everything by coming across too strong, but she wished Bruce was really there to sleep next to her.
Wearing his clothes would have to do for now.
As she drifted off to sleep, her mind conjured up the feeling of him holding her in his arms, stroking her hair, an echo of his heartbeat in her ear. Hopefully the next step in their relationship would come sooner rather than later, but she was willing to wait for him.
Even if that took forever.
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For the dc fandom asks, 1, 2 and 3 pleaseee
hello babe!!! ty so much for the ask!
1: list 3 positive things about your current fandoms:
depending on the day this could be positive or negative but i lovvvee how there's so many different niches in the dc fandom due to it's rather sprawling nature. like if i'm feeling particularly yj one week, there's a whole bunch of dedicated yj fans with specific yj fic recs and fanart and the whole nine yards. if i want a whole bunch of dick grayson positivity, i know exactly which blogs to go to! if i want very specifically batfleck and henry cavill superman superbat stuff—well i'm guaranteed to find some people who love that stuff. there's a bunch of content for every aspect of the fandom, and i adore that
i love how many genres the dc fandom encompasses. there's cute fluff, there's hardcore nothing but angst, there's weird gothic horror, there's sci-fi, there's romance, there's pure meta, there's just smut. it's a fandom that has a little bit of everything
finally, i love the people in the fandom who go out of their way to write long metas with specific comic panels and in-depth character analysis. it's what really helps me understand comic timelines i haven't read and characters i don't know much about. a huge shoutout to all of them!
2: a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like: lmaooooo tim being besties with all his exes. like i'm not usually a fan of the whole "staying friends with your exes" trope but the pure comedy that brings up with steph especially, but all his civilian supporting cast is top tier.
3: a character that fandom has helped you appreciate: harvey dent!! before fandom, i truly did not appreciate just how important to the batman mythos he was, and how many different ways his character can play into both bruce and dick's overall story arcs. such a banger character, i'm sad he isn't used in canon as often as he should be.
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002 Superbat please (it's my favorite!!!)
Thank you @chaotic-bi-me! I love SuperBat too! This is for DCEU SuperBat, the only version I know!
When I started shipping them: So, I watched the movies out of order, and yes, I watched Josstice League first, then BvS, then MoS, then BvS Ultimate Edition & finally ZSJL. And even from Josstice League, I shipped them. They just have undeniable chemistry.
My thoughts: I just....love them. I also love Clark x Lois in the DCEU though, which splits me, but they make a great OT3! Their story has so much potential because of how it began in BvS and it's such a shame it won't get explored. Their chemistry is also amazing - they bounce of each other so well, in battle, in humour, I just love them so much!
What makes me happy about them: Everything?! That last scene where they are moving Martha back into the farmhouse makes me happy. The way they're dynamic has shifted towards trust and understanding is amazing.
What makes me sad about them: The fact they started out fighting and then, 5 minutes after working together, Clark died.
Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Hmm...everything immediately being okay between them? Like yeah, during ZSJL they learn to trust each other, but they're still leaning to trust one another completely and have some stuff to work through before they can be fine.
Things I look for in fanfic: Fluff. Like, I just said I don't like them immediately trusting one another, but also fluff building towards it or Established Relationship fluff is great!
My wishlist: They get another movie. Restore the Snyderverse!
Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Well, as I said, I LOVE Clark and Lois together and they're engaged in canon, so...YEAH! Not sure about Bruce. If Batfleck got a solo movie, introducing Selina could be cool? Not sure about WonderBat, though that's being set up...maybe I could warm up to them.
My happily ever after for them: I mean, just them being close friends where they are loving and trusting would be great. But if they ended up together, them being able to work together and trust one another and be openly loving to one another.
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Say My Name - A DC Mini Series
Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?
Warnings: 🥰Fluff // 💔Angst // 🤬Language // 🔞Smut // 💋Cheating // 👊🏻canon type violence // 🍺Alcoholism // lovers to enemies // enemies to lovers // betrayal // manipulation //
W/C: 12.7k
Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).
Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally), brief Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x OFC (Ally).
Bingos: @anyfandomgoesbingo // @anyfandomangstbingo // @rickflagbingo // Squares Filled:
Part 1 - any fandom goes - Positions by Ariana Grande
Part 2 - any fandom goes - Batman smut
Part 3 - any fandom angst - Shootout
Part 4 any fandom angst - ex-lovers // Rick Flag - Angry!Rick
Part 1 - Say My Name
W/C: 2.8k Warnings: 🔞🥰💔 Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC
Rick has to make a decision; protect the woman he loves or do his job.
Part 2 - Two Birds One Stone
W/C: 3.9k Warnings: 🔞🥰💔 Pairing: Bruce Wayne x OFC
Rick discovers where Ally was during the takedown but he doesn’t like it. Waller gets her claws firmly in Ally and tests her powers.
Part 3 - Honey Trap
W/C: 4.2k Warnings: 🥰💔👊🏻Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC
It seems Ally is no longer useful and Waller needs to get rid of her. Can Rick save her?
Part 4 - Shitty Rom-Com
W/C: 2.1k Warnings: 🥰💔Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC
Are Rick and Ally safe? Are they together?
Master Lists: Main // DC
Bingos: Any Fandom Goes // Any Fandom Angst // Rick Flag
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Say My Name - A DC Mini Series (4 Parts)
Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?
Warnings: 🥰Fluff // 💔Angst // 🤬Language // 🔞Smut // 💋Cheating // 👊🏻canon type violence // 🍺Alcoholism // lovers to enemies // enemies to lovers // betrayal // manipulation //
W/C: 12.7k
Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).
Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally), brief Bruce Wayne (Batfleck) x OFC (Ally).
READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3 // FFNet
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You’ll Survive - Bruce Wayne
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Warnings: none
Summary: Reader + Bruce have to wait for a flight
Author’s Note: I haven’t written in months so I thought I would ease myself back in with a super short drabble :) - Kelsie
Word Count: 343
“Due to personal reasons, I will be dying”
“Would you stop being so over-dramatic”
You glared at your boyfriend beside you who was barely paying any attention to you, too consumed in the work in front of him.
“You didn’t let me finish,” You said, crossing your arms dramatically, “dying of boredom,”
Unlike the fancy business man you just-so-happened to fall in love with, you had nothing to do. The two of you sat in an airport awaiting your flight to Los Angeles where he had a “very important” meeting and you were bored beyond belief.
“Bruce,” You whispered, leaning over toward him, “What are you working on?”
He slowly looked over to you, clearly irritated. The two of you woke up very early that morning for this flight so neither of you were in the greatest mood.
“Spreadsheets,” He replied, monotone, before returning his gaze the computer in front of him.
“Am I annoying you?”
He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
“No,” He lied, looking over at you again.
“I am,” You pouted up at him, “I’m sorry,”
He turned back to his computer. You leaned back dramatically in your seat, exhaustion hitting you suddenly. How many hours of sleep were you able to get the night before? Holding out your hands in front of you, you started to count with your fingers.
Bruce looked over at you again.
“Are you counting?”
“Yea I’m trying to figure out how much sleep I got,” You glared over at him, interrupted, “I have to start over now,”
He laughed slightly as you started recounting your fingers.
“Four hours,” You groaned dramatically.
“You’ll survive,”
He finally put his laptop away and turned his full attention toward you.
“Can we get coffee?” You asked, looking up at him from your relaxed position on the chair.
“On the plane,”
You pouted grumpily, “We still have another hour,”
You watched curiously as he leaned down to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.
“You’ll survive,” He whispered, earning a giggle from you.
“I don’t think I will,”
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His Secret
Summary: Is it possible to fall in love with a vigilante? But you're already in love with someone else!
Genre: romance, fluff
a/n: idk where I got this from hahah
Being friends with Bruce Wayne was never an easy task. You didn’t remember how both of you became friends, but you’ve known him for quite a while now. You and Bruce would usually catch up during lunch break a few times in a week, sometimes eating at a nice restaurant or dropping by to the other’s office to grab a bite - okay, okay, they mostly sound like dates now.
Which is not entirely wrong, but you just haven’t made it official yet. Or was there even a need to make things official nowadays? You had no idea what to call your relationship at the moment.
The people, on the other hand were beyond shocked. Bruce Wayne, hanging out with a commoner. But you’re not even together, so why should you think about it? Right?
“Y/N,” Bruce tapped your hand lightly.
Again, you were dozing off. You immediately snapped out of it and apologized, “Sorry, Bruce. Today’s just been a rough day.”
Bruce smiled in understanding, “Did something happen at work today?”
You sighed, stabbing your vegetables and putting them in your mouth. “Not really..I mean, yes, kind of. I need to work overtime tomorrow, my boss said he needed my help to get something done..”
Bruce nodded, “So..the dinner’s off?”
You apologized again. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Bruce smiled, “there’s always another day.”
You smiled back in appreciation and continued eating.
--
To say you like Bruce as a friend is an understatement. You definitely feel something more than just ‘like’ and you definitely want to sleep with him, but you didn’t want to fully admit that you’re head over heels for the guy because well..who’s not afraid of heartbreak?
Though you’ve spent a good enough amount of time to assume it was a date, you were too anxious to call it as an actual date. What if you did call it a date and Bruce didn’t? Nightmare.
So you kept quiet on your side, not making any moves while Bruce...well...you didn’t know his motives, or if he even had any.
You groaned in frustration. You’ve been only thinking about this problem when you should’ve been finishing your work. Fortunately for you, your boss seemed to notice you were getting tired.
“Let’s call it a night?” Your boss asked.
“Sorry, sir, I don’t know what’s going on with me lately.” You sighed, “I’ll finish them tonight at home.”
He shook his head, “Don’t. I hate it when people bring their work back home. Go home and get some rest. You can finish them tomorrow and give them to me by lunch time.”
You finally nodded your head and went home that night.
It was pretty late when you left the company. And though Bruce was really kind to you yesterday to offer you a ride home when you’re done with your extra shift, you didn’t want to bother him. Besides, he was probably asking that out of politeness.
You were getting sleepy and really just wanted to arrive home. It wasn’t that late that no one else was around on the sidewalk, but those people were mostly young adults who are going to drink or go party or something.
You waited for the traffic light to go red so you could cross, but it was taking so long. You yawned again for the - you lost count. And then you thought; there were no cars passing by, what were you waiting for? You could just cross the street, right? It was empty, after all.
Not thinking straight, you decided to cross the road anyway. Just as you thought, there were no cars. But as you reached the other end of the road, a speeding car almost ran you over, if it weren’t for someone pulling you off the streets.
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed when you saw the car speeding away as if it didn’t even see you.
Calming down, you finally noticed the stranger who pulled you from the streets and your jaw nearly dropped. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. And thank you.”
The vigilante quirked his lips. “You okay?”
Oh wow his voice. You immediately nodded. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you, again, for saving my life.”
“You’re welcome.” He said.
You smiled and went to go your own way, but then he called your name. How could Batman know your name?
“Where are you going?”
“Um,” you looked aside awkwardly. “Hom..Home?”
“It’s late, you’re sleepy, let me drive you there.” He said, pressing some buttons and his car stopped right beside you. “Hop in.”
You were unable to react because everything was so sudden. “Uh..”
“Get in, I’m giving you a ride home.”
To be completely honest, you were a little intimidated by the masked vigilante. You didn’t know whether he was mad or something, but his voice was so commanding that you didn’t dare say no. You climbed in the bat-modified sports car and he drove away slowly. You assumed he would drive like a mad man, being a vigilante.
“Don’t go back home by yourself when it’s late next time. It’s too dangerous.” He warned as the car stopped in front of your apartment.
“Yeah..” You smiled stiffly, “thanks again.”
Batman simply nodded and drove off.
You finally exhaled your breath and went inside. What a long night. After putting down your bags, you just noticed that you had several missed calls and messages from Bruce about one hour ago. Smiling to yourself, you answered his texts.
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The next day, you promised Bruce dinner. So after work that day, Bruce picked you up and went to a really nice restaurant you knew. It wasn’t expensive, but Bruce still insisted to pay. You didn’t want to assume that this was a date, because well, if you were wrong that would be embarrassing. Who knows, maybe Bruce only did this because he missed your lunch schedule about a few weeks ago.
“This place is nice.” Bruce said. “I like it.”
“Right?” You smiled, “I know you’d like it.”
There was a habit of you and Bruce, where after ordering, both of you would put down your phones and just either have a moment of silence or when a certain topic came up, then you’d talk. Which in this case, Bruce had a very interesting topic.
“By the way,” he started, “I heard you almost got run over last night?”
You nearly choked on your own spit. “Uh...No?”
“Don’t even try to deny it, Y/N.” Bruce rolled his eyes, “He told me everything.”
By ‘he’, he meant Batman, and by Batman, he meant himself. But you didn’t know that, of course.
You looked down, expecting an ‘I-told-you-so’ comment from him, but it never came.
“I’m sorry,” Bruce sighed. “I should’ve picked you up.”
“What? No, Bruce, I’m fine, really.” You said. “I was just not careful.”
Bruce offered a gentle smile and slowly moved his hand to hold yours. “Next time call me, please.”
Oh God, this is not good. Why is he doing this? Does he like me or something? Oh crap, stop looking at me like that! And stop looking at him like that! You scolded yourself. “I...I will.”
Bruce drove you home that night. You thanked him and were about to go up to your apartment when Bruce got out of the car and called your name. You stopped and turned around to look at him.
Bruce stood in front of you, not knowing what to say and his eyes couldn’t look at you for some reason.
“Is everything okay, Bruce?”
He nodded, “Yeah, I just..I need to tell you something.”
You raised your brows, “Um..sure..”
“I.. uh..”
“Bruce.” You called his name in concern when he didn’t continue, “are you alright?”
He let out a breath and scratched his head. “I..you know what, it can wait.”
“What? Bruce, now I’m curious.”
“It’s nothing, really. I just..I had a good time tonight.” He smiled, “and I’m really glad I have someone like you as a friend. Or even a best friend. I don’t know.” He chuckled.
You bit your lip. “I had a great time, too.”
He nodded. “You should go in, it’s getting cold. Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Goodnight, Bruce.”
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Friend. Best friend.
Well, looks like you never had a chance after all. After all those lunches and dinners together, you’re just a best friend? And you could’ve sworn Bruce looked like he was about to say something way more important than that. Or maybe right now you’re just trying to cheer yourself up.
You couldn’t sleep. You were on your bed, wide awake and your stomach was growling. So you decided to get some ice cream and sat on your tiny apartment balcony with your feet dangling off. You couldn’t really see anything from where you were sitting, but the wind cooled your frustration away.
“Don’t fall.”
You were startled and nearly jumped off. You looked at where the voice was coming from. Above you, looking down from the upstairs balcony, was Batman. He jumped down to your balcony level and you almost dropped your pint of ice cream.
“...Can I ask how long you’ve been standing there?”
“Not long.” He answered. “It’s past midnight. Why are you still awake?”
You gave him a glance. “Um..because I couldn’t sleep..”
“Why?”
“..why do you want to know so much?” Shutting your mouth, you apologized. “Sorry, that came out rude.”
Batman observed you for a while before almost showing you a smile. “Are you scared of me?”
“Whaat?” You laughed awkwardly, “no...?”
Unfortunately Batman wouldn’t let you off the hook.
“Just a little..?”
Batman couldn’t help to let out a little chuckle. You never knew this side of Batman before - did anybody?
Surprisingly, you spent a decent amount of time in that balcony with Batman, talking about mostly you trying to figure out why he’s doing what he’s doing and him trying to find out why you can’t sleep, which somehow always ends up with you sighing quietly for no reason. Well, for a reason, but of course you couldn’t tell him what it was.
You yawned again. “Looks like it’s time for me to go to bed.”
“I’m glad I’m your go-to lullaby.” He said.
“Don’t you sleep?”
Batman gave you a gentle smile. “When I know y- the people are safe.”
That smile was oddly familiar, yet you shrugged it off. You got up and stepped inside. “Well goodnight, Batman.” You said before going back to your bed.
Batman jumped off your balcony and finally went home to sleep too. When I know you’re safe.
--
You’d be surprised if I told you how many times you’ve had an enjoyable conversation with Batman. Of course you still didn’t know who’s the man behind the mask, but there was something about him that always left a familiar impression on you.
Sometimes when you would go home late, Batman would somehow be parked in front of your office, ready to take you home. It was crazy, to think that you were spending time with Batman? What?
What’s even crazier, was that Bruce has been getting even closer to you now, too. But he just called you his best friend- oh. That’s probably why then.
He asked you out to dinner today, but because you had plenty of work, you had to say no. But was it really because you had a lot of work to do?
Yes, yes it was. You finished your work about twenty minutes ago and decided to rest your head on your table, but you fell asleep. It’s already late at night and there’s only one or two people left in the building.
You quickly tidied your belongings and went home. You expected to see Batman out there, because well - free ride, but he wasn’t. So you walked home that night. It wasn’t far, but it was just..dark and sort of scary. It’s Gotham, what’s not scary?
After a while, you noticed that someone was following you. You couldn’t really see who it was, but you knew there was someone. Every time you turned around to look, no one’s there.
Fuck.
You cursed under your breath and quickened your pace. You took out your phone, hoping to see the reflection from it, but there was no one. It’s odd, because you can tell someone’s watching you.
You were walking so fast that you knew you’d have blisters by the time you get home. You searched for your keys and suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and you screamed as you turned around, pointing your key towards the person with your eyes closed.
“Hey, hey!” The guy said, “it’s just me!”
You opened your eyes and sighed in relief when you saw it was Batman. You put your hand down and crouched down, suddenly feeling sickly.
“You okay?” Batman chuckled.
“Don’t laugh, asshole.” You said.
He hid his grin with his hand and cleared his throat. “What were you going to do with those keys anyway? Poke me to death?”
You groaned. “I was really scared, you know? The whole way home I thought it’s time for me to die.”
Batman muffled his laughter with a cough again and pulled you up. “Come on-”
“No, wait- oof!”
You tripped in your heels and got too close to Batman. Thankfully his position was sturdy, he kept both of you from falling but had his arms around your waist.
You were both equally surprised, but when he leaned in after a while, you panicked. Did you have feelings for Batman? Batman gave you weird familiar feelings, but you didn’t have those kind of feelings for him.
So you pushed yourself away from him.
And sure, a kiss won’t hurt, but you had someone else in your mind and heart. You didn’t want Batman, you wanted Bruce Wayne. Even though he might not see you the way you see him, you won’t use Batman to distract your feelings.
Behind the mask, Bruce even forgot he was wearing one. And when you pushed him away, it kind of hurt a little. Or a lot.
“Sorry..I just..I have feelings for someone, and I don’t want to..” You bit your lip.
“Don’t be.” Bruce put on a bitter smile, “can I at least know who it is? ...Or is that too personal?”
You chuckled and thought about it, “well...the feeling’s probably not mutual, and he’s actually your sponsor.”
Bruce frowned. I have a sponsor- oh wait, I’m Batman right now.
Batman has a sponsor? Who- oh. OH.
“...Is it..”
“Bruce Wayne,” You laughed at yourself pettily. “Ridiculous, right? I mean, we’re friends.. but.. that’s probably the only thing I’ll ever be to him.”
Batman just stood there, not knowing what to do.
“Sorry, I’m rambling..” You sighed, “Anyway, please don’t ever follow me in the dark again. Goodnight, Batman.” You chuckled and went inside.
“...Goodnight..”
--
The next few days, you still couldn’t get over Bruce. Maybe because deep down in your heart, you don’t want to get over him. Maybe you’re still hoping that one day he’ll be able to see you more than just a friend, or at least until you find the courage to confess to him and take the rejection.
You sighed as you poured yourself some tea in the morning. You head turned towards the TV when it mentioned Bruce Wayne.
‘Bruce Wayne Gets Close and Cozy with a Beautiful Stranger’ says the caption.
You weren’t surprised, to be honest. Bruce has been on and off these past few days, and who knows, maybe it’s because he met someone. You couldn’t blame him. Although it did make you think what if you had confessed sooner? Would it change anything?
Well at least when he rejects you, you’ll get some closure.
You changed the channel and tried to enjoy your tea, when your phone buzzed.
From: Bruce
Dinner tonight at my place?
Speak of the devil. You bit your lip and sighed as you typed, ‘Sorry, not tonight Bruce. Maybe next time.’
From: Bruce
Is everything alright?
You sighed. Of course, everything should be fine. It’s just the news, it’s just some rumors. Besides, you shouldn’t be feeling anything when there’s nothing going on between you two.
Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I’m just a little busy today.
Lies. You had a day off today. Your boss decided to allow you to take a day off because you’ve been working your ass of these few weeks. Thankfully Bruce didn’t ask anything further and just said to catch up some other time.
You just didn’t want to show up at Bruce’s place looking dull and sullen. And you wanted to sort out your feelings for him first before you do anything impulsive that you’ll regret.
It was already night time before you knew it. You were planning to just eat some eggs and instant noodles for dinner, no matter how non-ideal that sounded. You grabbed your pan and ingredients, when someone knocked on your door.
Furrowing your brows, you put on a sweater. Bruce’s sweater. You weren’t expecting any guests, that’s why you’re dressed very comfortably. And you definitely weren’t expecting Bruce to be the one knocking on your door, with takeout food in his hands.
“Hey.”
“H-Hey!” You said, almost too excited. “Um, what are you doing here?”
“I thought since you’re busy, we could eat together at your place? Just chill?”
“Yeah! Sure!” You let him in.
Bruce put the food on the table and started taking it out. “Orange chicken or Beef stir fry?”
“Mm, Chicken please.” You said, “Beer or wine?”
“Beer’s good.” He replied.
You put the beers on the table (yours and his), while he split your chopsticks. “Thanks.”
He nodded and started eating, while you took small bites of your food. To be honest, the morning news or rumors, really, still bothered you. You needed answers, but it’s not like Bruce had any obligation to answer to you. You’re just a friend, and you hated this jealous feeling. It made you feel like a teenage girl all over again.
“Y/N, should I be worried?”
You snapped out of your train of thoughts, “huh? What about?”
“You don’t seem like yourself at all.” Bruce said, “I went to your office earlier but your co-worker said you had the day off. Are you sick?”
“No, no, it’s not like that.” You said, “my boss gave me the day off. And I just needed time for myself, that’s all.”
He nodded and held your hand, “okay, but if you need anything...I’m right here.”
You nodded and stood up, “Uh..movie?”
“Your choice.”
“You know I’m a sucker for Harry Potter, Bruce.” You said as you rummaged through the pile. “Got it.”
You played the movie and tried to keep your mind off of the green-eyed monster that’s trying to crawl out from the back of your head. Bruce scooted closer to you and drank his beer.
As the movie played, Bruce built up the courage to wrap his arms around your shoulder carefully. He thought you wouldn’t notice, oh but you did. You tried your best to stay calm and control your breathing.
Bruce glanced at you and finally rested his hand on your shoulder.
Your body betrayed you. You turned to look at him and his face changed slightly. He expected you to move his hand away, but when you turned around to look at him, you showed him how vulnerable you looked and it squeezed his heart.
Bruce was really worried about you when you sent that short text to him and disappeared for the rest of the day. He was genuinely worried. He thought something bad happened to you at work or something, but he couldn’t just spy on you to make sure you’re ok - even though that’s what he actually did yesterday as Batman.
When Bruce knew your feelings towards him, he didn’t know what to do. He had feelings for you too, but at the same time...he didn’t want to hurt you. He’s Bruce Wayne and Batman. Both very famous personas. That’s why he’s been on and off, he’s trying to figure out his own feelings before jumping impulsively.
But tonight, when he saw that look on your face, how you look so vulnerable and for once you let your walls falter a little and let him see another side of you, Bruce felt the urge to protect you.
Maybe you didn’t need protection, but Bruce wanted to. Because you matter to him, and he’d be damned if he let anything bad happen to you.
Bruce couldn’t take his eyes off of you and he reached to caress your cheek. Slowly, he brought you closer to him and paused when your lips were only inches away, he wanted to make sure that you also wanted this, that he’s not forcing you.
You finally had the courage to say fuck it and kissed him. You could feel his heart racing, but you’re not sure whether it’s his or yours. This moment felt surreal, a second ago he was staring at you intently, and you didn’t know what he was thinking about.
Only when you saw his expression shift, you knew that you had let your guard down. Usually you wouldn’t let that happen, but for some reason tonight, you wanted to let your walls crumble a little.
Because of Bruce.
Because with Bruce, you felt safe. That look on Bruce’s face when he was staring at you was as if he saw the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. The green eyed monster was gone the moment he looked at you the way he did. What you felt was more than just a feeling.
When you pulled away from the kiss, Bruce had the same look on his face and you could feel yourself falling apart. And the fear dawned into you again. What if you got it all wrong? What if it’s just you? What if you got ahead of yourself-
“I like you.” Bruce said suddenly, “No, it’s more than that. I...I have feelings for you- but-”
Bruce seemed unable to finish his sentence as he fumbled with his words. “I have feelings for you, Y/N. It’s probably even more than that...but I don’t want to call it love yet..”
“..and I just sounded like a selfish asshole..” Bruce scolded himself and sighed. “What I’m trying to say is-”
You shut him up with your lips once again. You didn’t know where that boldness just came from, but you were glad it happened. Your hand caressed his face as you pulled away and you smiled.
“I don’t wanna call it love yet, either..”
Bruce grinned, happy that you understood what he meant. He was never too good with words, but one day he’ll learn to express more of it. For you.
He kissed you again and you gladly returned it. For now, both of you were just happy with the situation. Call it love, call it anything you like. It is what it is.
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Red Light (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)
Summary: Y/N slams the brakes on.
Warnings: mentions of sex, safeword use, aftercare, comfort
Request?: No
A/N: Is this a sub-drop fic? It feels like it is but idk.
Something wasn’t right but Y/N couldn’t put her finger on it properly. Maybe it was how hard Bruce was pounding into her. Or maybe it was his hand around her throat. Whatever it was, it made her feel like she wasn’t in control and needed to get out. Whatever libido she had was completely gone, her breath starting to shorten, her heart pounding in her ears as her panic started to rise.
Worst of all, she felt bad for wanting to stop. She wanted to see if she could handle Bruce being rougher with her, and she didn’t want him to think that she was too weak or too sensitive to handle being with him. The rational part of her brain told her that Bruce wouldn’t think any less of her for not wanting to be rough in bed and she needed to tell him to stop, but her emotions were too overpowering.
“R-red,” she croaked. “Red.”
Bruce immediately halted his movements and removed his hand from Y/N’s throat as he pulled out of her. He moved completely off her as he caught his breath and gave her space to gather herself.
“You okay?” he asked tenderly, trying to not upset her any further. “What’s wrong?”
Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said, trying to stop her voice from shaking. “Sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” Bruce said as he inched towards her. “It’s okay to not know and you did the right thing by saying you wanted to stop.”
She didn’t say anything and kept her eyes away from him, feeling too vulnerable to look at him. She felt the mattress dip when he shuffled closer to her again and lay down next to her.
“Can I hold you?” Bruce asked, close enough for her to hear but just distant enough to not make her uncomfortable.
Y/N nodded and rolled over into his arms, buried her face into his chest and let him gently wrap his arms around her. Her body relaxed against his as he stroked his palms up and down her back and sides, calming her down and soothing her frayed nerves.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Bruce said softly, “but I want to know what I did wrong. What can I do better.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Y/N said, her voice muffled by his warm skin. “You did exactly what we agreed on, but something told me that we had to stop.”
“Okay, then we don’t have to do that anymore if you don’t want to.”
“Sorry,” Y/N said softly as Bruce started to play with her hair. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
“You haven’t disappointed me, sweetheart,” Bruce soothed and held her tighter to him. “You’ve never disappointed me.”
“Then why do I feel like I have?”
Bruce felt his heart sink for her. When he’d suggested being a little rougher he didn’t think it would end like this. Y/N had reassured him multiple times that she would be able to handle it and that she wanted to do it for him, so he understood why she was being so hard on herself. He secured his hold on her and turned over to sit up with her in his arms, facing each other.
“Listen to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft and warm like honey. “You haven’t disappointed me. I’m not upset that you wanted to stop. I’m actually glad that you said you wanted to stop.”
“Really?” Y/N asked in a small voice.
“Yes, really,” Bruce said and tenderly kissed her forehead. “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now, but I just want you to know that you haven’t done anything wrong. Okay?”
“Okay,” Y/N said before attempting a smile, her whole body tired from what had just happened. Bruce kissed her forehead again before pulling her into his chest again.
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go do something else, you need some pampering.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Y/N said as Bruce swung his legs over the side of the bed and set his feet on the floor.
“How about we take a bath and go raid the kitchen after?”
“Now that sounds like an even better idea.”
Bruce stood up with Y/N in his arms and carried her into the bathroom where he set her down and started to run the water for their bath. It was quiet for a while before Y/N spoke up again.
“Bruce?” He hummed in response. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me, honey,” he said and crossed the short distance to embrace her. “I just want you to be comfortable with me.”
“And I am,” she said as she returned his hug and rested her head on his chest. “I’ve never been more comfortable.”
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WIPdate
Here is a list of all my active/semi-active WIPs if you are interested in one Please Let Me Know because I will devote more time to it since I’m having a hard time picking what to work on at any given time
anyway
WIPs below the cut
angsty post-endgame ghost!Tony x mentally ill! reader AU
small-town-priest!Matt Murdock who’s running from being Daredevil x hometown-girl!Reader who’s Going Thru It n having an early adult life crisis
bittersweet post-endgame getting together roadtrip!AU Steve x Reader x Bucky
dream-demon!loki x reclusive-paranormal-investigator!reader which would start mostly NSFW and then transition into more fluff/plot stuff
no superheroes AU veteran!frank x college-aged!reader angsty winter break fling fic
Something either batfleck or battinson that I Haven’t Figured Out Yet (TM)
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I’m not putting too much stock in the Colin as Superman rumors.
The articles I’ve seen seem to just be trying to generate traffic using Henry Cavill’s departure from the franchise as their topic, and dredging up old casting data from Colin’s Pre-The Rite Days when he WAS shortlisted for the role is an easy way to do it. It just seems like traffic funnel fluff.
I also just don’t think it would be a good move for him? I don’t want him to get Batflecked. I mean WE appreciate Colin but he’s not at a Henry Cavill level of notoriety, and having him step into those shoes might hurt more than it would help his career. Even if he did a phenomenal job (which he would) the Superman movies haven’t been well received and I think as the new guy who is relatively unknown he’d take the brunt of any criticism for future installments if he was given the role, deserved or not.
I dunno, I just think he’s better suited to a long running series where he can shape and create the character and generate the popularity for the character with his stellar performances, like he did with Hook, rather than just stepping in because an A lister bowed out?
That’s not to say if these rumors are true and he does get the role I wouldn’t watch the shit out of it even though I am fairly tepid on the DC movies (Wonder Woman excepted, ofc).
I am also happy to have some sort of news regarding his next projects.
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Honey Trap - Say My Name (mini series) - Part 3 of 4
Series Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?
Part 3
Summary: It seems Ally is no longer useful, and Waller needs to get rid of her. Can Rick save her?
Warnings: fluff, angst (what is wrong with me? Why can’t they just be happy? *cries in fangirl*), lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers, betrayal, manipulation, canon type violence.
W/C: 4.2k
Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Bruce Wayne (Batfleck).
Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally).
Bingo: @anyfandomangstbingo Square Filled: Shootout
Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki // @wonder-cole
Graphics: pics found on google, title card made by me, divider by @firefly-graphics
Master Lists: Series // Main // AF Angst Bingo
Honey Trap
The birds happily chirped away in the trees, and Rick watched them fly back and forth, only mildly jealous of their carefree existence. Though laying at the edge of the lake on an old dusty sun lounger he’d found tucked away in an old decaying shed, with the midday sun warming his bare chest, wasn’t all that bad.
Static crackled in his earpiece, disturbing the bird’s song. “Honey Trap is on the move.”
He hated the code name Waller had assigned to Ally. It made her sound like some kind of hooker when in fact, it was Waller using her for political and professional gain.
“Honey Trap is leaving the kitchen via the east door toward the lake.”
Though he disliked the nickname, it was helpful to know she was headed his way. At least he had some time to try and prepare himself for another devastating conversation. Their relationship, understandably, was tense. But there was an easy fix; all Ally had to do was touch him, and she’d see that his feelings for her were real. Yet her stubbornness was winning out, and she was allowing her anger to make short-sighted judgments.
He watched her walk the cobblestoned path to the dock, a bottle of water and a novel in hand. He couldn’t see the title, but he knew it would be some fantasy thriller she’d found in the library. Her step faltered when she noticed him and her eyes blazed a path down his naked torso.
She reacted how she always had, swallowing thickly, the memories that ran through her mind written all over her face in the way she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Her eyes lingered on the healing bullet wound, courtesy of her brother, and the question hung on her slightly parted lips. He held his breath, a tiny shred of hope that she’d be concerned enough to ask. But she clapped her mouth closed with an audible pop.
“Why are you still here?” she asked, continuing her path to the deck chairs.
He spread his arms wide, flexed his pecs purposely, and smiled smugly in the knowledge he still had an effect on her. “I’m on vacation.”
It wasn’t exactly a vacation, not with the earpiece in, listening to the guards play a round of would you rather, but given a choice to be anywhere else in the world; a beach in the Bahamas, surfing in Australia, climbing a mountain in the Indies, he’d chosen to be there.
“Another lie,” she scoffed, “but are you trying to convince yourself or me?”
“I’m not trying to convince anyone,” he said, smiling widely, interlocking his hands behind his head and leaning back, “I’m off the clock.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To do what I’ve been trying to do from the moment I figured out what Waller was up to, protect you.”
“Protect me from who?” she asked, exasperated. “Waller? Batman? You? I don’t need protection.”
“Your current situation says otherwise.”
“I agreed to my current situation. I’ve been a puppet on a string my whole life, used for my abilities. The puppet master’s changed, that’s all.”
“Colonel Flag, sir.”
Rick turned a raging glare on the culprit of the interruption, “what?”
“I have some people at the gate,” the soldier, clad in black started, “said they’re here to dress Miss Knowles for the fundraiser.”
“Fundraiser?” Ally asked, a slight panic set in her eyes, looking to Rick for answers.
“Amanda’s pulling on those strings,” he explained through gritted teeth. “You got your very own squad to glam you up for the party.”
The glam squad had done a fantastic job; Ally felt like a million bucks. The blue satin dress they had put her in was something straight off a New York runway, and the heavier make-up they’d applied made her feel like a different person, which she guessed was the point. Waller needed to be discreet; if anyone recognized Ally, she would be useless for future operations.
Ally stood at the end of the bar, Rick was on the opposite end, and she fretted that his gawking would draw attention to them. The glam squad had done a fine job on him too. He fit in perfectly with the rich and famous clientele, clean-shaven, hair styled, a blue suit that made those phenomenal eyes pop.
His lips moved, and after a short delay, his voice sounded in her concealed earpiece. “You look nervous.”
“And you look like a stalker; quit staring at me.”
“I can’t,” he said, “one, you look breathtakingly beautiful, and two, I’m your protection detail. It’s kinda my job to stare.”
She rolled her eyes, sighing, “it’s gonna be a long night.”
“Won’t be that long if you don’t relax. Someone will figure out you’re up to something.”
Ally shook her arms at her sides, trying to shake off her nerves. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done something like this before. She’d coerced and seduced men and women before to gain knowledge. Perhaps the nerves came from being watched.
“Distract me, please,” she asked Rick, “tell me a story or something, give me something else to think about.” She met his eyes across the bar and gave him a small pleading smile.
“I’m sorry, I betrayed you,” he said without missing a beat.
“Not that,” she groaned, “not here, not now.”
“Well, when and where?” he asked, knocking back his whiskey. “Look, I don’t wanna do it like this, but if this is how I get you to hear me out, then so be it.” He motioned for the bartender and waited until he set down another drink before he continued. “I never meant to betray you, and I tried everything so I wouldn’t have to. But I failed. I should have realized what Waller was up to sooner. I was blindsided by you, though, and honestly,” he huffed a mirthless sigh, “I knew as soon as you knew the truth or Waller knew that I’d figured out her plan, it’d be over. I didn’t want to lose you. I loved June, she taught me what love was, but it was never going to work out. She wanted me to be someone I’m not, but you...you never asked me to be anyone but myself.”
She sipped her champagne, wishing for something stronger to settle her nerves. She called the bartender over, “tequila, please, and keep ‘em coming.”
“I fell for you, Allura Knowles, no tricks or magic,” Rick continued, “I fell in love with your mind; funny, intelligent, kind, and the most stubborn person I’ve ever met, and your beauty, on the inside as well as the smoking hot smoke show you are on the outside.”
He paused to finish his drink again, and Ally looked to him while she rolled her eyes and subtly flipped him off as she brought her own glass to her lips. “Asshole.”
Rick chuckled gruffly, “And there it is, the deflection cause you never believe anyone truly loves you, for you. I promise you the only power you had over me was the power to break my heart, and that scared me more than anything I’ve ever faced,” he continued, tragedy and remorse almost choking off his words. “I honestly thought I could convince you to run away with me.” She became the stalker, unable to tear her gaze from him leaning on the bar, speaking into his glass as if the bottom of it held all the answers. “I thought we’d be sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere before I’d have to tell you the truth, but by then, you’d have realized how much I love you, how much I’d sacrificed for you. I used love as a weapon, and that’s maybe the worst thing I’ve ever done.”
“Please stop,” she begged, taking another shot of the sour alcohol. Tears stung her eyes, but she wasn’t sure if it was from Rick’s confession or the burning liquor.
“Take it easy,” he advised, turning a sweet smile in her direction, “y’know tequila goes straight to your head; it could be a long night.”
Holding his gaze, she toasted, “to using love as a weapon.” She unceremoniously gulped the third round but almost choked when Rick stood taller, wide eyes staring at something over her shoulder.
He hesitated to take a step or remain where he was, but he met her eyes again, “don’t panic, I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”
There was no time to ask what he meant before a warm hand pressed firmly to the exposed skin at the small of her back, and she smelt the familiar cologne before he stepped into her line of sight blocking her view of Rick.
“Bruce,” she gulped.
Bruce smiled, charming and gentlemanly, unlike the debauched fiend he’d been the last time she’d seen him. “Allura Knowles,” he sighed, eyes roaming down to her lips and back again. He kissed her cheek, gentle and polite, but it made her gut twist in fear. He held out his hand, an invitation she was loath to accept, “dance with me.”
Ally stared at his offered hand and noticed a few people close by watching the exchange. Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s ultimate bachelor, asking a random woman to dance was hot gossip, and the longer she contemplated running for the door, the more attention she drew to them.
Rick’s assurance cut through the blood rushing in her ears. “He won’t try anything here. I won’t let him.”
She took Bruce’s hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor. She felt eyes on them, and not just Rick’s and the other guards she was sure were milling around somewhere, but everyone in the room wanted to witness the show.
The brute of a man wrapped an arm around her waist and held her other in a professional dancer’s stance. Almost nose to nose, he never lost his enchanting smile. He held her close to his body, and she felt every muscle flex as he led them in a simple dance.
“So I’ve looked into you. You certainly live up to your name, Allura. Do you know what it means?”
“The power of attraction.” she sighed. “Bruce, I’m sorry,” she said, surprised to realize she genuinely meant it. “I promise your secret is safe with me. I’m holed up in some safe house, guards on me twenty-four seven, I couldn’t tell anyone even if I wanted to, and who would believe me anyway?”
“Relax, I’m not mad,” he said and twirled her away from him. A hint of sincerity flashed in his eyes before he spun her back into him. “Well, not at you anyway. I know you’re merely a pawn in Amanda’s game. It was never about me; I know that. She wants your gift.”
“It’s not a gift.”
“It could be,” Bruce explained, “if you used it for good. Tell me why you’re here; who’s the target?”
Ally took a deep breath, conscious of eyes watching and Rick able to hear them, though she pondered why he hadn’t piped up to warn her against disclosing the intended target's name.
“Ally, I can help you,” Mr. Wayne implored, abruptly stopping their dance in the middle of the floor. “But only if you let me. I’m just as powerful as Amanda. I don’t want your gift in the wrong hands, so please, who’s your target?”
“Michael Briggs.”
Bruce’s brow furrowed, and he waited for a beat as if he were considering if she were telling the truth or not. Unexpectedly, he gingerly cupped her face and drew her to him, kissing her lips.
“Motherfucker,” Rick spat, venom oozing from his tone. That confirmed her suspicion, it looked kind and lustful to the outside world, but she felt the tension in it. Bruce was losing patience.
If the shock had subsided sooner, perhaps she’d have thought to use her power to make him leave her alone, but he broke the connection after thirty seconds or so. A few of the spectators audibly swooned and groaned with envy, and Ally was thankful she hadn’t revealed herself by using her abilities.
Bruce’s eyes full of desire and longing locked her to him, and she wondered if acting was a requirement to being a superhero. Under different circumstances, the amorous grin he gave her would have been arousing. Instead, it filled her with dread. It was all a part of his act.
Seductively he ran his fingertips from her shoulder down her arm and interlocked their hands, “Come with me,” he winked and whisked her away.
Ally kept up as best she could and shot a look over her shoulder to see Rick making his way through the crowd to get to her, but as Bruce had said; he had power, and the grand doors to the ballroom opened without a command and closed again just as Rick made it to the edge of the dancefloor. “Ally, no,” he shouted, “fuck, no! Let me through!”
There had been men, clearly secret service or hired muscle, in the hallway, but as the echo of the doors closing faded, they were suddenly alone. Bruce’s act had stayed on the dancefloor, and he not so gently shoved Ally against a wall, hands on her shoulders to keep her in place.
“Who’s the target, Ally?” he asked, “I’m done playing games.”
“Michael Briggs,” she repeated desperately.
“Stop lying!”
Rick cursed and threatened whoever was holding him back from getting to her, and she heard the commotion through the comms, but it was clear he wasn’t having much luck, and she saw no other choice.
“I swear that’s who it is. He’s got something on Waller, something that could get her fired, and she needs to know what it is! That’s all I know.”
“Briggs is in Fiji with his family; everyone knows that,” Bruce growled, “he was never supposed to be here.”
Rick’s labored breath huffed in her ear and the defeated, “Fuck!” blasted in her ear like an alarm.
“Briggs isn’t the target,” Rick and Bruce said simultaneously.
But Rick explained it to Ally, panic seeping into his voice. “You are. You’re the target, Ally! You have to get out of here!”
The ballroom doors flew open, Rick being manhandled by three guys twice his size, struggling against them, managing to knock one on his ass before Bruce intervened. “Let him go,” he demanded, “that’s Colonel Rick Flag; he’s with me.”
Hostility raged while four sets of lungs heaved to catch their breath, and Bruce finally released his hold on Ally. “I’ve got this,” Bruce told the bodyguards, “go back to the party. No one else comes through that door; shoot anyone who tries.”
Rick gave them a smug smile while he straightened himself out, and the obedient soldiers followed orders, returning to the party with a final suspicious look at the three people who remained in the corridor.
“Are you okay?” Rick asked Ally but turned a sneering look at Bruce.
She nodded, physically she was okay, which is what Rick had meant, but she could feel the panic building in her chest. Both formidable men were on edge, and the tension was palpable.
“What’s the plan here?” she wondered aloud, “Waller keeps me at a safe house only to send me to a party full of people to kill me? It doesn’t make sense.”
“You know too much,” Rick explained, “she doesn’t like people having too much power.”
He surveyed the surroundings, looking left and right, figuring out an exit strategy, and formulating a plan. At least that’s what Ally hoped. The only chance of survival she had rested in the hands of the two men standing in front of her. Both of which she had screwed over, figuratively and literally.
“You know her the best,” Bruce questioned, “what’s Amanda’s play here? How would she do this?”
Rick’s tongue sat on his bottom lip, a habit of deep concentration. “She’d want her alone,” he said with a decisive nod, “away from the crowd. Like in a corridor with no witnesses,” he said, chest puffing and stepping forward to put himself between Ally and Bruce.
Mr. Wayne smirked, “I’m here to help, Flag. I’m not the one working with Amanda.”
“I do what I have to do to protect Ally,” Flag spat, nose to nose with the billionaire. “I know all about your team of superheroes, Bruce. Ally would make a nice addition to your band of merry men!”
“I’m not here to recruit her, Colonel,” Bruce said, “and I’m not in the business of using people. I just don’t want her power in the wrong hands.”
“And yours are the right ones?”
“What’s your problem, Flag?”
“You, you’re my problem,” Rick snarled, “running around trying to be some knight in shiny plastic. Some of us live in the real world; we don’t have Mommy and Daddy’s money to fall back on when we get bored of our latest hobby.”
Bruce took a defensive stance, straight back, tensed for anything, and they stood chest to chest, a challenge for the other to make a move, throw the first punch or say something that goaded the other to do so.
“We don’t have time for you two to measure your dicks,” Ally shouted, pushing herself between the men and raising her voice. “Flag, Bruce is right, and I trust him.” she waited a heartbeat for Rick to get over the sting of her confession. “What do you think Waller’s plan would be? If you were in charge of the operation, what would you do?”
“Not here. I’d want a situation I can control, take you somewhere of my choosing.”
“An ambush,” Bruce agreed. “Drive her to a secluded spot.”
“So we can’t trust any of the drivers,” Rick decided, “we have to assume they're all in on it too.”
“I drove myself here,” Bruce explained, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “We can take my car, and I can have a chopper meet us a few miles away, get us off the roads.”
The quiet was eerie, as if the mansion walls knew what lay beyond its doors and were giving Ally a moment of quiet reflection. Rick and Bruce knew what to expect; they’d been in high-stress situations before. Rick had made her take off her heels; at first, she’d thought it was to make their escape as silent as possible, but a lump of dread, as heavy as concrete, dropped in her stomach when she understood it was to aid her in running if it came to that.
Ally had had a somewhat sheltered life; she’d never had to fight or wield a weapon. Though she felt lucky she’d been protected, now she wished she had some skills and weren’t so reliant on Bruce, who led the way, and Rick, who had her back.
They made it through the maze of corridors to the back of the mansion without incident though Ally expected they would. Rick was confident there wouldn’t be any trouble on the house’s grounds; too many uncontrollable variables.
The cars were spread out over a large area beyond the doors. Bruce looked back over his shoulder, hand poised on the handle, “ready?” he asked.
Ally took the deepest of breaths and was suddenly cold. Perhaps part fear and the chill in the vast house. She let go of the breath she held and nodded, “as ready as I’ll ever be.” Bruce turned back to the door, and a shiver ran through her entire body.
“Here,” Rick said, quickly shrugging out his jacket and draping it over her shoulders.
Ally followed Bruce out the doors and was too focused on pulling Rick’s jacket tighter around her arms to notice much of anything else. A nearby conversation came to an abrupt halt, and Ally, still adjusting Rick’s dinner jacket, failed to notice Bruce had stopped mid-stride. In the nick of time, Rick tugged on her shoulder to stop her from colliding with the man.
Her eyes traveled up his back, a sarcastic remark ready on her lips, but even though only able to see the profile of his face, she knew something was wrong. She followed his line of sight to find the source of the hold up.
A group of eleven or so men, dressed in black trousers, white shirts, and ties, flicked cigarettes away and stood to their full height, staring a little too intently at the trio leaving the party so early.
“Evening fellas,” Rick smiled, tipped his head, and pressed his chest to Ally’s back, a subtle ushering her forward when Bruce moved again. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath.
“What?” Ally asked, walking down the three stairs to the cobblestones.
Rick ignored her and instead asked through gritted teeth, “Where’s the car, Bruce?”
“Seventh row, nine cars in,” he said.
“Ally,” Rick started, caution and authority in his tone made him sound very much like the title he carried, a Colonel.
She wanted to look at him over her shoulder but something, instinct or his tone perhaps, told her not to.
Don’t stop.
“When we get to that first row of cars,” he continued, hands firmly on her shoulder, not quite pushing her but keeping her moving forward. “I need you to run, don’t stop for anything. Get to the car.”
She assumed an adrenaline rush would speed everything up, that everything would happen in the blink of an eye, but it did the opposite. Her heart rate accelerated as time slowed. Bruce’s foot leveled with the tire of the first car, and he took off running. Ally followed, stones cutting into her feet, but it barely registered. She saw every stone Bruce’s fleeing feet kicked up; the clanking sound of rocks hitting cars seemed excessive for the few stones that flew about.
Panic pinched her breath more than the exertion of running when the reality dawned on her. It wasn’t stones…
Gunshots. Bullets, not stones, embedding in metal. There was no shouting. The movies always depicted shootouts as being loud shouting and glass shattering. But there was none of that; the men that were shooting were calm and calculated.
Professional.
Bruce, two car lengths ahead, ducked behind a silver Audi. Ally stumbled as she turned to look back, half expecting to see one of the professionals bearing down on her, but only saw Rick barreling toward her, blood dripping from his nose, a motionless body lay ten or so feet behind him. She wondered how she hadn’t heard the fight they must have had.
“RUN!” Rick demanded a millisecond before he fell.
Too far away to help him, Ally froze to the spot and helplessly watched as he crumpled to his knees. He’d barely hit the ground before he looked up and yelled at her to keep going, but he was growing closer. It wasn’t until she was on her knees beside him she registered she’d run back to help him.
“Get up,” she said, with her hands under his shoulders, trying to lift him.
“Ally, you have to go,” Rick told her, twisting to sit on his butt and slump against the tire of the nearest car. “They’re regrouping,” he explained, and it was that that alerted her to the sudden quiet. “They won’t stop. You have to get outta here.”
“So get up,” she pleaded, “let’s go while we still can.”
He pulled his hand away from his gut, just above his left hip, and with the pressure of his hand removed, blood darkened his shirt. “Not an option,” he smiled, rueful and yet sweet somehow.
“Fuck,” she scolded as if it were his fault.
Tears welled in her eyes, and Rick cupped her cheek, bringing her focus from his wound to his eyes. “Worried about me, sweetheart?” he quipped. She sniffed back the tears. It wasn’t the time to fall apart, but she couldn’t find the will to give a snarky response. “I’ll be fine. But you have to go,” he instructed, and in the distance, a car engine roared to life.
Thuds of bullets hitting metal splintered the quiet; only it sounded as if they were ricocheting off.
Rick must have read her mind. “Trust the douchebag to have a bulletproof car.”
“I’m sorry. I was so hurt and scared, and I should never have…I never stopped lov...”
“Don’t,” he said, a fierce determination in his eyes silencing her. “Not like this, not ‘cause you think this is the end.”
A sleek black sports car screeched to a halt dangerously close to the trunk of the one Rick was slumped against, the door opened, and a frantic-looking Bruce yelled, “let’s go!” while bullets pinged off the windshield and open door.
“Come on,” Ally said, feeling as frantic as Bruce looked. “Bruce can get you help.”
“Go!” The Colonel commanded that time. Rick had been buried for the moment, the commanding officer in him taking over and becoming irritated at being disobeyed when she didn’t move. “Ally, go, now.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
“You have to.”
“Ally, c’mon,” Bruce said with as much conviction as Rick had.
“Please, go,” Rick pleaded. “Otherwise, all this was for nothing.” He kissed her lips, quick and hard, “I’ll come find you.”
Heavy boots crunched on gravel, getting closer.
“You better,” she said, tears slipping down her cheeks before she crawled as quickly as she could toward the car. Bullets dinged the doorframe, and she dreaded to think how close they’d come to hitting her, but the door closed, and Bruce sped away.
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Melodrama - Bruce Wayne
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader
Warnings: some anxiety, alcohol
Summary: Reader gets drunk at a party and it upsets Bruce.
Author’s Note: Lorde mentioned that her song Melodrama was about those gross feelings you get after drinking at a party so I thought I’d base this off of that. -Kelsie
Word Count: 1005
The party that partook that previous night was a disaster. You were never good at social events, but this was worse than it ever could’ve gotten. Bruce tried holding a gettogether of businessmen so he could introduce new people to one of his companies. He asked you if you could attend the event so he could introduce you to everyone. You told him you would so you wouldn’t disappoint him.
The room was filled with small talk and you felt the sweat start to form on your palms and under your arms. You couldn’t help the confused look on your face. You didn’t know where to go, which was unfortunate considering it was in your own house. Following Bruce around was a bad idea because you’d have to meet twice as many people than if you just stood in one spot.
About an hour into the party, the bar started to look all too friendly. A couple drinks would slow you down a bit, right? You just needed to take the edge off. Five glasses of wine later, you finally felt okay. Actually, you felt great. Of course, you’d still rather be anywhere other than this lame event, but you stayed because Bruce asked you to.
“Are you feeling better?” He asked, taking the empty glass out of your hand, “A glass of wine always calms you down,”
“Five glasses,”
“I’m sorry?”
“I had five glasses of wine,” You hiccuped and quickly covered your mouth.
Bruce stared at you for a moment in disbelief.
“I’ll have Clark and Lois take you somewhere to eat,”
“But you wanted me to stay,” You frowned, following him as he put your glass away.
“Not drunk, that’s a bad idea waiting to happen,”
“I’m not drunk,” You crossed your arms tightly around your chest and glared up at him, “ Anything that can happen, will happen,’ according to Murphy, we could have a great night!”
“Murphey’s Law is ‘everything that can go wrong, will go wrong,’ so you proved my point for me,” He grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you out toward the foyer where Clark and Lois were. You couldn’t remember quite what happened after that. On the way to get food, you had fallen asleep so your memory was mostly foggy after.
You woke up under a pile of blankets in a guest bedroom of the mansion.
“Bruce?” You rubbed your eyes as you stumbled into the kitchen, a piercing headache wincing as the lights hit your eyes. You were royally hungover considering you didn’t drink any water the night before. Bruce, who was typing something on his computer, stopped to glance up at you.
“Why was I in the guest room?”
“I was upset with you,” He looked back down at the screen and continued typing.
Guilt dropped in your stomach and you frowned, “I didn’t mean to drink that much, I was nervous”
“So I won’t ask you to do it again,”
You could tell he was genuinely mad at you, so instead of fueling the fire, you stepped out of the room and toward the bathroom to shower. After making yourself decent, you wandered around the house looking for Bruce only to realize he wasn’t home.
Bruce rarely got mad at you, but when he did, he had reason. You knew you had messed up, obviously, but you needed to talk to him without making things worse. Your headache continued, so you ventured to the kitchen to take an aspirin.
Hours passed and Bruce still didn’t come home. You peeked over your book to watch the sunset over the lake behind the house. Hours after that, still nothing. You glanced away from the news on the television mounted in the wall in front of you and down at your phone. No new notifications. You chewed at your bottom lip anxiously, hoping he was okay. A few hours passed after that and you were starting to get tired. Your headache still pulsed despite taking another aspirin. You didn’t want to go to bed without having a real conversation with him, though, since you hated when he was mad at you.
The front door finally opened and closed swiftly, and you paused the infomercial on the television as Bruce stepped into the room. He stopped swiftly once he saw you.
“Why are you still up?”
“I wanted to make sure you got home okay,”
“You don’t usually,” He glanced at you once more before quickly going into the bedroom.
You switched off the television completely and jogged after him.
“I hate it when you're mad at me,” You said from the doorway as you watched him unpack his briefcase on the bed.
“I’m not mad at you,” He mumbled, his eyes focused on the papers in front of him, “I’m disappointed,”
“That’s worse,” He glanced up at you as your voice cracked. You couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of guilt that had washed over you. His gaze softened instantly once he realized that he had upset you, but he didn’t take it back or apologize.
“I know I’m being a bit hard on you,” he said, walking over to you, “I don’t know what it’s like to be anxious at parties like that. I grew up being a businessman,”
“I shouldn’t have drank that much,” You mumbled, looking down.
“No, you shouldn’t have,” He leaned down and kissed your head softly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear in the process, “We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen next time,”
“So you’re not mad at me?”
“I’m never mad at you,”
“That’s a lie,” You frowned at the headache still pulsing in your brain and rubbed your eyes tiredly, “I had a horrible day,”
“Part of that was on me,” He admitted, stepping forward to engulf you in a hug, “I’m sorry,”
You shrugged in his embrace and looked up at him, “I’m sorry too,”
He leaned down and kissed you quickly before turning back to his paperwork on the bed, “No more drinking,”
“Deal,”
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JUSTICE LEAGUE (mostly) SPOILER FREE REVIEW
jumping back into this business of posting reviews. I'm gonna focus more on single page bits.
TL;DR = It's a pretty good movie. Find the rung on the ladder that's labeled "good movie" and place this one on the rung just below it.
While you won't mind actually seeing it, it's not exactly one to whole-heartedly recommend to people (hence the super weak 91mil domestic opener on a film with a 300-ish mil budget)
How does it compare to BvS?
- BvS is a total train wreck you can't look away from.
- JL is a car crash that you can walk away from and still laugh about.
... micro spoilers ahead. be ye warned ...
OVERVIEW
Snyder started off with a 3 hour brood-fest marathon, then was forced to reshoot a lot of the film for overall course direction. Then after he left for family reasons, Joss Weedon came on to finish it out. Surprisingly, even with all this, it doesn't really feel like a schizophrenic mess. Though if you watch it with a savvy eye you can spot which parts were done during which phase of production. (and mind you, this is downhill slope Joss ... so expect the same "missing something" you experienced in Ultron)
Also also, they trimmed it down to 2 hours 1 min. Basically cutting out a ton of fluff to get to the better parts faster (and I'm guessing a lot of the slower parts). This, coupled with the nack of banter Joss has, made it a pretty enjoyable experience ... just not a great one ... or a good one. But it is pretty enjoyable.
THE GOOD
Actors did their part and they did it well.
- Batfleck is still the best balanced bruce/batman, which is a shame since he's not going to be doing it any more due to the hollywood sex-land scandal thing going on. Oh well.
- The flash is one of the best parts, surprisingly
- Wondie's still good (even with her habit of weird faces)
- Aquaman ... my brothers and I think that Snyder wanted him to be OH SO COOL SO BADASS (which nobody buys) ... so Joss provided chinks in the armor to make him more human. So he's surprisingly cool
- Cyborg is the weakest link, but you can't blame the actor. There's subtle nuances about how he acts and thinks inhuman in a convincing way.
cinematography
- This is snyder's strong point. Most of it carried though, but a lot of it got cut or reshot
- But this got hampered by things below. so it's not as pretty as Snyder's other films.
It's enjoyable
- I didn't actively wish for the film to be over.
THE BAD
... again, remember, it's enjoyable despite all this. THAT IS SAYING SOMETHING.
action choreography
- Imagine a 6 year old with toys going "and then he goes BWVOOOM and he flies over here"
- That's a lot of what you get here. Broken physics, no consequences, tons of wtf, and a lot of repetition
- saw it with extended family, my mom fell asleep in the final battle because it was repeating itself a bit
snyder-isms
- pretty pictures without meaning
- a lot of it got cut, but there's still a good number in montages remaining
- also, threaten the children. that's another snyderism
- no Frank Miller whores, though
art direction
- is bad. Best summation is the badguy, Steppenwolf (who's a Jack Kirby minion of darksied)
here's a couple of his Jack Kirby iterations (being a little unfamiliar, I'm not sure it's the same guy, or if he plays counselor and general at different times)
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and here's his more current iteration
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- ... this is what we get in film ...
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a 9 foot tall rubber cg giant wearing reject bayformers crumpled tinfoil. ZERO COLORS.
- ... for reference on how to do Kirby right ...
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- this really gets bad when I have to second guess if it's a parademon or cyborg, since they're both 99% silver
the CGI
- even ragnarok had moments of bad CG. it happens when the budget gets stretched ... but this film had very few points of GOOD CG. (not sure if it's art direction or what)
- and a lot of this is due to bad art design, but it's a bleed over
- half the action sequences are just vague green screen flailing against
the Superstasche
- so, backstory time in case you didn't hear ... Henry Cavill got called in for reshoots along with everyone else
- Unfortunately, he had already started filming Mission Impossible and was unable to shave his mustache due to contract
- LOOK AT ITS MAJESTY
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- so WB had to remove it digitally
- It looks bad
- in theatres (again, saw it with extended fam) the film opens with a celphone recording of Supes (flashback). My mom immediately leans over "Is that the same actor? I think it's the same actor? I can't tell. He looks different. Whaaaaaaaaaaa?"
- There's a solid reason: lips used by most people to lipread (even on a subconscious level). So if that's off it triggers uncanny valley.
Is there a silver lining?
- This is where I get into business, and this is the highly abridged version.
- Recipe for good business: master your craft, treat customers fairly, do marketing right, remember the customers are paying you (free exchange of currency thanks to capitalism)
- the recipe ISN'T figure out how to get more money. Do that and you'll end up like EA Games.
- Disney/Marvel is clearly on this path. The evidence is in their films which are genuinely getting better over time (Ragnarok is honestly one of the best films out there).
- the DCEU was born out of a need to make another superman film in order to keep the rights (ya have to do some spelunking to 2010-2013, but that's the truth), which led to the rushed Justice League film
- in other words = WB was focusing on retaining and earning money.
...
WHY I BRING THAT UP
...
Justice League had the weakest opening weekend out of any DCEU film. And given the negative word of mouth, it's not going to pull a wonder woman and stick around (especially with Ragnarok STILL in theatres and Star Wars just around the corner).
Even with extra investments and heavy changes, JL didn't match their goal of more money.
...
As such, I don't know how WB will respond to this.
Hopefully they'll keep on this new trajectory, 'cause it is better. But with money hungry execs you never know.
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SFW Alphabet (Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader)
Warnings: none
A/N: I know I had a poll going, but this one was already finished.
A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Bruce wasn't the most affectionate partner in the beginning (thank the unresolved childhood trauma for that), but once he realised that it's okay to touch you and be touched, he couldn't get enough of you. He likes to be as close to you as he can in public and private, and he can be a little overprotective.
B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Relationships of any kind can be difficult with Bruce, but he's one of the best friends you could have. He's a very private person but he's also loyal and always willing to help you out of a problem, whether that involves money or not.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Bruce is only really a cuddler for you. He'll give his kids hugs but obviously not in the way he hugs you. Whenever he has some downtime (which isn't very often), he just wants to cuddle up on the sofa or in bed with you and just enjoy your company. He's always the big spoon, he likes being able to wrap you in his arms and bury his face into your shoulder.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Settling down isn't really in the cards for Bruce, given both of his lifestyles. The daytime life of a billionaire philanthropist and the night-time life of a vigilante doesn't leave a lot of time for a domestic life.
Is Bruce good at cooking and cleaning? Of course not. This man could burn a cup of water and it's well documented that he once fucked up a simple sandwich.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Bruce is a lot of things, but he's not a coward. If he had to break up with someone, he'd do it in person. Not over the phone, text, or send someone else to do it for him. Unfortunately, he's done it many times but it never feels good.
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Oh, dear, Bruce. Commitment has never been a very easy thing for Bruce. Deep down he truly wants to get close to other people, but he knows that he can't. It took him long enough to open up to you, it takes even longer for him to propose, but once you're engaged, he wants to be married ASAP.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Bruce is a lot more gentle than he looks. He's a lot of hard edges and knows how to be scary and intimidating, but he truly is a teddy bear. He doesn't want to do anything to hurt you (unless you want him to) and he knows how dangerous his life can be for both you and him, so he wants to keep you at ease as much as possible.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
When it was just him and Alfred, Bruce wasn't really one for hugs. He wouldn't really know how to react and would be awkward, but that changed with his little family getting bigger and starting a relationship with you.
Bruce's hugs are always warm and soothing, but there are moments when he'll hug you as if he's scared to let you go.
I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Bruce needed a while before he said he loved you. He knew that he had some pretty serious feelings for you, but he felt like he couldn't say it to you until he fully understood how he felt.
Once he did it felt like a giant weight off his shoulders and couldn't stop saying it.
J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Bruce isn't really the jealous type, but on those odd occasions when he does get jealous, it can be a little overbearing. He'll see someone try to sidle up to you at an event and immediately appear out of nowhere to remind them that you're his.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
I may have written some headcanons about this already...
L - Little ones (How are they around children?)
Considering that he has a small army of children, it's easy to see that Bruce is very good with children, no matter their age. He never planned on being a father or even a father figure, but he's happy to have his family.
M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings with Bruce are relatively relaxed, considering that he's 3/4 asleep and refusing to get out of bed. He hates being woken up and turns into the biggest baby when he doesn't get at least five more minutes.
N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)
It's no surprise that time spent at night with Bruce is very short and not all that relaxing. You've had countless sleepless nights when you've worried yourself sick about him, only for him to come home and reassure you that he's fine.
O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It takes Bruce a very long time to start opening up to you. Being in a relationship with him is putting a giant target on your back and he wants you to be safe more than anything. At first, he tells you surface-level things and once he knows he can trust you, he'll tell you the super secret things.
P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Bruce can't really afford to lose his patience easily. It would ruin his public reputation and also cause him to not think as clearly when fighting crime. He's had to train himself to stay as calm as possible at all times.
Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)
Bruce remembers everything about you, even the smallest things. He knows exactly where you like to put things, the way you eat your meals and every little quirk that you have.
R - Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)
Bruce can never really pick one specific moment in your relationship that's his favourite. He cherishes every second that he gets to spend with you, but the times when he truly understood how much you trusted each other are precious to him.
S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Bruce is very protective of you, but not to the point of being suffocating. He respects your independence and doesn't want to keep you in a gilded cage but he wants you to be safe. Having ties to the Wayne family can be a little dangerous at times.
T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Bruce puts a lot of effort into your relationship because he knows how much being Batman can get in the way. In the beginning, he had no problem with throwing his money around and getting you the best version of something you wanted, but down the line, he eased off.
U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Does moonlighting as a costumed vigilante count as a bad habit? Bruce has an incredible memory but there are times when he's so hyper-focused on his work that he forgets that there's a world outside of crimefighting.
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
As Batman, he couldn't care less, but Bruce Wayne the famous playboy needs to keep up appearances. As long as he's clean and his body is at the best it can perform, he's relatively happy.
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
It's difficult to say. If the two of you broke up, Bruce would definitely feel like a part of him was missing, but he wouldn't realise it until a while after.
X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Bruce has absolutely no knowledge of pop culture. He often has to look through the tabloids for things to talk about at galas unless you tell him about something.
Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
It shouldn't be said that Bruce doesn't like criminals. He can excuse something small like petty shoplifting for survival, but anything with serious repercussions is a deal-breaker.
That hasn't stopped him in the past, though...
Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)
Bruce gets so little sleep that any etiquette about sharing a bed goes out of the window when he does. He'll sleep diagonally and hog all the blankets and pillows but once he remembers that you're there, he becomes a total cuddle bug.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DC Cinematic Universe, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Justice League (2017), Wonder Woman (2017)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne
Characters: Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne
Additional Tags: set in the dceu jl as in i thought of Batfleck and wondergal when i wrote this, polyamorous bruce wayne, Fluff, references to mental illness, bruce is mentally ill, it isn't a major plot point it's just there, like with a mental illness irl, bruce crushes hard, Bruce displays anxious tendencies
Summary:
Clark and Diana are rays of sunshine and Bruce realises this.
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Heyyy! I'm your DCEU exchange person. If you want to post more details/prompts/a dear creator letter to your tumblr, I'll find it. Have a great day!
Hi! I’m sorry for the fuck up and thank you for reaching out. I’ve already sent the requests to the organizer so you should get them by email. I’ll post them here under the cut just in case:
Character: Bruce WayneWe can never have too much of Batfleck goodness! Personally I have a thing for Bruce wearing batsuit with the cowl off but I’m gonna be happy with however you decide to portray him. What would take me over the moon is Bruce with a cat or cats because I love those little furballs.
And oh, the infamous showering scene? Wink, wink.
Relationship: Bruce Wayne/Clark KentI just love them and I can’t get enough of their interactions, so I’m gonna be overjoyed with anything you’d like to draw. Smooching on a rooftop in their superhero costumes? Cool. Going on a date in civvies? Neat. Lying in bed together? Aww yiss. Sleepy Bruce getting his morning coffee from Clark? Awesome. Bruce making flaming crepe suzette to impress Clark? Amazing. Spending time together on the Kent farm? NICE. NSFW content? Oh boy, I’m always down for that.
Generally speaking I’m a sucker for fluff but if you feel the need to draw something angsty, feel free to do so.
#I'm kind of dying to know who are you!!!#but I'm gonna wait#thanks again#ask#dceu exchange#this is my first time doing this so I have no idea what's going on most of the time
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