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bats4bruce · 28 days

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Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.77k

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Sabrina sat alone at some club, a rare moment without Zion by her side. She avoided bringing him there, the dirty floor, for her companion's sake, and drowned back the drinks, the thumping music echoing around her. Grimacing with every harsh sip, she felt the bitter liquid clawing its way up her throat, yet she fought it off with another swig. Sabrina had given up—no job, no apparent skills beyond combat, and was haunted by PTSD. A hopeless combination, she mused to herself.

"Didn't know you frequented this place." A smooth voice resonated beside her, momentarily pulling her attention away from her spiraling thoughts. Bruce Wayne, in this flashy club?

"Could say the same for you, Mr. Wayne," she hollered over the loud music.

Bruce shrugged. "I don't usually." He gestured to the bartender. "Let me buy you a drink."

"I'm good," she declined, moving to leave and hopping off the high barstool. Bruce, gently grabbing her arm, halted her departure. Sabrina turned back, her gaze intense.

In the loud and pulsating club, Bruce leaned closer to Sabrina, his lips barely inches from her ear as he spoke. "Why aren't you going to the Gala?" His words were barely audible over the thumping bass, his eyes skirting around the crowded dance floor.

"I just don't want to, that's it," Sabrina replied, her voice a mere murmur amidst the clamor. Bruce loosened his grip on her arm, and she noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor, a softer, more understanding expression emerging on her face. "I appreciate the offer to attend as your date, deeply flattered, but I'm not a big fan of Harvey."

"We won't have to be around him," Bruce attempted to reassure her, a faint smile forming as he finally met her eyes amid the flashing lights and moving bodies.

"It's in his honor," Sabrina laughed, bemused by the situation, which drew a chuckle from Bruce, his laughter blending with the club's cacophony.

"Then let me take you out," Bruce boldly suggested, his voice a touch louder but still drowned in the club's din.

Sabrina gave him a sidelong glance, a playful glint in her eyes, and responded, "Why?"

"You're single, and I'm single. It makes sense, doesn't it?" Bruce leaned in closer, his tone casual, almost lost in the pounding rhythm of the music.

"Why assume I'm single?" Sabrina leaned back slightly, tilting her head as she questioned him. Despite the noise, her words were clear and firm. She quickly sat back down.

Bruce shook his head, struggling to maintain the conversation amid the uproar. "I know you're single. If not, you wouldn't have sat back down."

The scene continued to swirl with movement and noise, the air thick with energy and the pulse of the music, as Bruce and Sabrina exchanged their banter in the club's vibrant atmosphere.

Sabrina reiterated to herself that it wasn't a date. They were going out with Harvey and Rachel, but it definitely wasn't a double date. It was just a friendly outing at one of Bruce's restaurants. That's all it was.

Bruce wanted to convince Sabrina to reconsider attending the gala to show her a different side of Harvey, who wasn't the man who made her heroics about himself during his speech. But she was holding a grudge, and rightly so. Sabrina's phone rang just as she sat on the edge of her bathtub. Zion darted in and offered the device in his mouth. She couldn't help but smile as she took the phone from him, patting his head in gratitude before answering.

"Hello?" Sabrina's voice echoed as she stood up to check her heels. "Hey," Bruce's voice instantly brought a broader smile to her face. "Mr. Wayne, already calling? A bit eager, aren't we?" she teased, a hint of panic underlying her casual tone as Sabrina had barely gotten dressed.

Bruce chuckled from his manor, looking out of the towering windows, a hand casually placed behind his back. "No, I'm not eager," he replied. I just wanted to talk to you before our date and see what you're doing."

"I'm getting ready right now, and I'm about to do my makeup-" Sabrina began, bending over to fix her heel.

"You don't have to wear makeup," Bruce interjected, causing Sabrina to groan in playful frustration.

"I do, just a little at least," she countered.

"People have seen you without it," Bruce pointed out.

"Yeah! When they broadcasted my return from Iraq, I was bleeding and had fresh stitches," Sabrina retorted with a hint of annoyance. "The people have seen me in a lot of ways, Wayne... But tonight, I want to look normal."

Bruce paused briefly, making Sabrina wonder if she had gone too far. However, she heard him sigh dreamily on the other end. "You're so argumentative. It's charming."

"You can't see red flags, can you?" Sabrina teased lightly.

"I love the color red," Bruce quipped back.

As they bantered back and forth, Sabrina couldn't help but feel more at ease. She was still apprehensive about the evening, but Bruce's playful manner helped soothe her nerves. "You're stupid, you know that?" Shaking her head, her grin much wider.

"Don't forget who agreed to go on this date," Bruce chuckled as he buttoned the wrist of his dress shirt. "I'll see you in ten." That was all he said before the call dropped, and Sabrina snapped the phone shut with a smile. It wasn't a date!

Bruce guided Sabrina into the upscale restaurant, his hand resting gently on her lower back, a silent gesture of reassurance. Beside them, Zion stood proudly with a tiny bowtie adorning his neck. As they approached the table where Rachel and Harvey were seated, the couple rose to greet them. Rachel's smile stretched a little too wide, and a silent taunt was directed at Sabrina. She mentally rolled her eyes at the familiar 'I told you so' expression.

Pulling out a chair for Sabrina with practiced ease, Bruce guided her to sit before smoothly tucking it in, a subtle yet chivalrous gesture. Zion settled on the floor beside Sabrina's chair, a vigilant guardian.

"I didn't know they allowed dogs in here," Harvey remarked as he took his seat opposite Sabrina. She ignored him, immediately burying herself in the menu to block out his presence.

Bruce shrugged casually. "They make exceptions when needed. I own the place." His gaze swept over the restaurant, and with a wave, he signaled for a server to approach. "Let's start with some drinks," he suggested, a playful glint in his eye as he turned to Sabrina, who smiled appreciatively at him. He winked in response.

"So," Rachel began, leaning forward and abruptly slamming down Sabrina's menu, "Any thoughts on the gala?" Her freshly painted red nails clutched together as she rested her chin on her hands, her tone bordering on interrogation. Sabrina sighed inwardly, already weary of the impending discussion.

"Perhaps we should save the gala talk for later, Rachel," Bruce intervened smoothly, his tone gentle yet firm. "After all, tonight is a date," he added, the implication clear. Sabrina felt heat rise to her cheeks at the unexpected declaration. "Let's act like it."

After a few drinks and a satisfying meal, the tension surrounding the gala seemed to dissipate, much to Sabrina's relief. Rachel had refrained from bringing up the event, and the conversation flowed smoothly. Sabrina even found herself warming up to Harvey Dent... However, sometimes we speak to soon.

"Sabrina, forgive me if I've forgotten," Harvey began, his tone laced with genuine curiosity as he raised his half-full glass of liquor. "What rank did you hold?"

Sabrina offered a polite smile, her fingers absently picking at the food on her plate as she glanced at Zion by her side, ever watchful. "I was a major, Major Swayer," she replied, her voice calm but guarded.

"Major, huh? Impressive," Harvey nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Was it difficult?"

As Rachel and Bruce observed the conversation, Bruce's gaze remained fixed on Sabrina, his concern evident. Sabrina's attention shifted uncomfortably under Harvey's intense scrutiny. "Basic training had its challenges, but special forces were another level," Sabrina explained, her tone measured. "Not everyone made it through."

"And the war?" Harvey pressed, his tone casual but the question striking a nerve. "Apart from the ambush, of course. Did you enjoy it?"

Sabrina's eyes widened in disbelief. Did he really just ask that? Anger simmered beneath her calm exterior. "Harvey," Bruce interjected, his voice a warning, but Sabrina silenced him with a raised hand.

"No," Sabrina mumbled, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I hated it, all of it." If it weren't for the years of harsh training to hide emtion, Sabrina swore she would burst into tears. "A bit insensitive to ask, isn't it?"

Harvey's smile faltered, replaced by a hint of condescension. "Calm down, Swayer. It was just a question."

Sabrina's jaw clenched, her resolve fraying. She glanced at Rachel and then at Bruce, seeking support. "You know what, Harvey? fuck you," she declared, rising abruptly from her seat and tossing her napkin down. "I've had enough." She turned to leave but looked back, "And for your information, I didn't vote you as fucking DA." With a single command, Sabrina signaled for Zion to follow as she stormed away from the table, leaving Rachel speechless in her wake.

"God, some people," Harvey muttered, shaking his head. "Gotham scum, comes with being raised in those... slums. We really need a—" Bruce stood abruptly, a deep sigh escaping him as he followed Sabrina's retreating figure.

Rain cascaded down in typical Gotham fashion, enveloping the city in a wet embrace as Sabrina and Zion navigated the slick sidewalk. Clutching her arms around herself, Sabrina shivered; the dress she wore offered little protection against the cold. Suddenly, headlights bathed her in a soft glow as a familiar car pulled up alongside, slowing to a crawl. The window rolled down, revealing Bruce Wayne's concerned face.

"Get in the car," Bruce commanded, his voice a mix of worry and insistence. "You'll get sick." Sabrina, however, continued to walk, her stubbornness taking over, refusing to yield.

Bruce tried again, softening his tone. "Look, I'm sorry. You're right about Harvey; he's just a—"

"Bruce," Sabrina halted, her voice breaking as tears streaked down her face. "I... I really don't like Harvey Dent." A breathy laugh escaped her, betraying her attempt to lighten the mood. "I guess I'm embarrassing myself. That liquor was, uh, strong." She brushed away a tear, and Zion echoed her sentiment with a bark.

Bruce's expression softened into a smile, understanding and empathy in his eyes. He leaned over, pushing the passenger door open wider. "Please get in, Sabrina. You're shaking."

Taking a moment to glance around, then down at Zion, Sabrina finally acquiesced, opening the door fully and stepping into the warmth of the car, Zion following closely behind. The scene, lit by the soft glow of streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement.

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greeeengoblin · 1 month

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Aint that Batman comic the one where the writer made the Waynes, a canon Jewish family, work with Nazis in WWII? And used self harm solely for the sake of it being an offensive plot device to boost up Joker's character so he could just white knight for the fake Harley and patch up her wounds and kiss the bandages or something? And that desperately tries to convince the readers that Jokers a good dude actually and it's not his fault he's been abusive, it's just his brain. and Harley's a good person for forgiving him and understanding that it's just not his fault he's violently hurt her before? That has Harley tell their kids "Your daddy was a good man. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." about a dude who's been her abuser since the beginning of her character's history and a pairing that has a repeated pattern with DC (and their shippers) romanticizing their content together and brushing off or completely downplaying the abusive nature of his part in the relationship? Idk, I don't feel like the best Batman comic is the one that goes out of it's way to make Batman's most vile enemy a sad boy white knight and ignores the extensive history he has throughout many many universe of being an abusive, incredibly sexist maniac with one of his most famous comic plots being The Killing Joke, where he paralyzed Barbara, stripped her naked and took photos of her (aka sexual assault)

I apologize first for my bad English (i suck) and thank you for articulating the issue so clearly and extensively. Wow, buddy, you're absolutely right, but you're being too objective. My conclusion wasn't based solely on the content of the story; it was actually based on the quality of the artwork and writing, so it was a result of that rather than the 'best plot.' I didn't say 'best comic plot,' I said 'best comic.' Considering that, there are plenty of other series/movies/comics written with the aim of portraying a sadistic character like Joker in a positive light. Besides, this comic is already designed as an 'Alternate Universe,' so I have nothing to say about it, and I respect the author's perspective. Similarly, I'd like to express my respect for your perspective as well. As I said, there are many Batman comics with quality storytelling and presentation, and while I find them all excellent, White Knight stands out for me because of its charming panels and artwork. ♡

and... I LOVE HARLEY QUINN!!! OMG LOOK AT THIS!!!!

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