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imagine--if · 1 year

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Headcanons for hurt reader (this could be someone attacking her on the streets but not too deep yk) and bruce comforting her… please

A/N: So this is the requested part two of this post, which was where The Riddler obsessing over you kind of got out of hand and The Batman stepped in to save the day 🙃 so here we are with Bruce! I might have to do a part three of bonding with Bruce later hehe 🖤 enjoy!!

Wordcount: 1.1K

The enormous, gothic gates of Wayne Manor swing open steadily as one of their posh cars rolls into the driveway, driven by Alfred. Just one call from The Batman twenty minutes ago and everything was sorted, just like that. It was as if his presence allowed him to bend wills, instil fear in everyday Gotham rioters and a spark of hope in the more peaceful ones who just kept themselves to themselves and looked after their families.

What kind of effect could you call the one he was having on you?

Was it the same as his own?

"I really hope I'm not imposing," you say in a slight fluster to Alfred, who parks up the car into a long, lit-up garage. "I mean, the, um, The Batman said it was fine, but..."

"It's no imposition at all, Miss," Alfred says with a genuine, kind look, stopping the engine and getting out first to open your door for you, offering a hand to help you out. "As for Bruce Wayne, he is unused to guests, but in a circumstance like this I assume he'll be happy to oblige."

A small weight of uncertainty weighs in your chest, and you walk up the grand entrance of the Manor meekly, feeling completely out of place; you, a supposed everyday person in Gotham, suddenly called out for acts of charity and roped into a whole, terrifyingly obsessive ordeal with the Riddler, and billionaire Bruce Wayne, tucked safely and secretly away in his home as it all goes by.

He doesn't appear at first as Alfred works the advanced security indoors and leads you into a lovely, wide gothic hallway. Alfred sweeps off his coat and puts it away, and you shift awkwardly on the spot, thumbing the lightly worn material of your hoodie, your clothes damp and uncomfortable now after all you've been through wearing them. Alfred seems to notice, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

"We can send for some of your things, Miss, don't worry about that. Or you could order new things online. Orders often come within a few hours here."

Of course they do. Here, you'll be treated like royalty, and you blush just thinking about it, an overwhelmed rush of adrenaline hitting you, snaking its way through your body.

"I'll take you upstairs," Alfred continues, with a magical kind of sixth sense into your needs though you've only just met. "Then we can get you settled properly, and you can rest up. You must have been through a lot."

You shrug, raising your brow. "Yeah. It's been... yeah, a lot."

"Well, try not to worry yourself too much, Miss, especially now you're here. It's the safest place you could be in Gotham."

You nod with a small smile, following the butler as he takes you to a beautiful corridor with multiple guest rooms branching off opposite each other, leaving you to take your pick.

"I'll try not to get lost," you say, half-joking, half-serious, and Alfred nods with a knowing smile.

"Ah, yes, it does take some getting used to. There's a map of the whole Manor in the top drawer of every bedside chest in each room, which you could make use of. Feel free to wander whenever you fancy. Except for the Waynes' old wing," Alfred adds, a sad note tinging his voice, "and the basement area is restricted too. Other than that, I sincerely hope you enjoy your stay, and try to relax. You're quite welcome here."

"Thanks," you say gratefully, but can't help asking once more, "Are you sure he won't mind?"

"I don't mind," a different, deeper and lower-toned voice answers you instead of Alfred, and you flinch in surprise as Bruce Wayne himself stands before you both.

You have to force yourself to stop staring at the mysterious, reclusive billionaire, the soft, smooth brown shades of his hair and deep, dark brown eyes that bleed into your gaze, effortlessly yet intensely reading you, a sombre, indifferent expression on his face. His clothes are all black, and he squints slightly in the chandelier's light hanging above you, bringing life to the stretch of the hallway.

"I don't mind at all," Bruce repeats, looking you straight in the eye. "I'm glad you're... that you can be safe, here."

"Oh," you breathe in a daze of wonder and shock, too much happening in twenty-four hours for you to keep up with. "Thank you, I... yeah, I'll be fine."

Bruce nods, and it seems like he wants to say something, but he falters, gaze dropping to the ground in his antisocial awkwardness. You wait patiently, Alfred smiling and leaving you to it quietly.

"I guess you heard about what happened," you assume, playing with your hands as you try to bring back the conversation, and Bruce's eyes flick back to yours. "With The Riddler, I mean. Do you think he'll figure out that I..."

"That you're here? Maybe. But the chances of him breaking into the Manor and taking you from this site are slim to none. Our security is of a high standard. You'll be okay here."

There's a mixture of something meaningful in Bruce's eyes that you struggle to work out. Sympathy? Concern? Care?

"It won't happen to you again," Bruce tells you, so convinced by his words that you believe them just as easily, relaxing with a light sigh through your nose. "I... I won't let it happen. I'm sorry it did."

You frown in confusion, giving him a half-smile. "It really wasn't your fault. But thank you."

"You don't need to thank me," he responds, and after a beat of comfortable silence, he speaks up again. "I'll leave you to it, then. Try to rest."

You nod in agreement. "Okay. I'll try not to get lost at the same time. Don't want to give you the fright of your life when I suddenly walk into a secret room or something."

You cringe a little at your words, levity trying to lighten the mood, but to your surprise, a flicker of something that looks like a very small, but very genuine smile graces the young man's features briefly.

"I'll show you around tomorrow, if you want," he offers. "You'll be here until The Riddler is caught and apprehended, so it's best if you stay on Wayne grounds. But there's stuff to do, I guess, and... well, there's a library..."

You smile encouragingly. "I love books. I kind of like writing them too. I journal now and then."

Bruce blinks, before that faint, sweet smile reappears, and your heart skips seeing it. "So do I."

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Whiskey on the Rocks

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, clubbing, drinking, flirting, dancing, grinding, neck kisses, suggestive

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: If Bruce met me I wouldn't ask for a drink, I would just ask for his hand to hold. Forever. Because he needs it.

Just another night in the Iceberg Lounge, just another night of having to fend of drunk men swarming you like flies. Of course none did anything, there were rules in the Lounge, not many but not even God would save those who broke them. It was, if you ignored the underground criminal activities, a safe and fun place.

Let's see, what was on your to-do-list right now? Have another drink, maybe find someone do dance with, if things go well, maybe take them home, or tease them a little and leave them flustered and wanting, that was always a fun game.

"Another drink for you miss." The barman slid you a Whiskey, "From the gentleman at the far back." You took the glass before you turned to look and thank good for the vibrant dancing lights because you did not want Bruce Wayne to see how flustered you got. "I should go thank him then." You picked up the drink and the purse and pushed through the dancing bodies and the sweet smelling smoke of the dance floor towards your next catch.

Bruce sat alone, the whole booth just for him, a single glass on the table. Whiskey. He must be a fan. This was a rare sight.

"The elusive mister Bruce Wayne. What brings you to this corner of sinful heaven?" There was no intention of hiding your hungry gaze from him, the fine tailored suit, the slightly loose tie, the messy yet neat looking hair, the relaxed way in which he leaned back, arms perched on the back of the booth like he owned it. Powerful. Mysterious. Sexy. Yours by the end of the night.

"Break from my monotone nights. Not every man can be fulfilled by meetings and paperwork. Did you enjoy your drink? I noticed you finished the last one quite a while ago." He gestured to your drink while taking a sip of his.

You laughed as you took a seat next to him, your purse on your side and your legs slowly crossing over each other, giving him a deliberate view of your shapely thighs, "I haven't tried it yet. I thought it would be polite to do it in good company." With a smoldering look over the glass you took a sip, the golden-brown alcohol burning your throat, "You don't spare a single dollar when it comes to the fine things in life to you?" Bruce's eyes gave you a lookover, a little smile on the corner of his lips as he shook his head. "I was mistaken. Here I though you only knew how to spend on numbers and stock. You have good taste Mr. Wayne."

"I could say the same to you. I've seen you around miss, you have a good eye."

"A compliment from a man of such few words? You flatter me." You took another short sip before standing up and offering him a hand, "Do you dance Mr. Wayne?"

"I'm not much a dancer. Not in clubs at least." He seemed almost flustered about it. So he had this side as well. How cute of him.

"Oh don't worry, I'm sure you're a quick study, and I'm a very good teacher." After a wink his hand was in yours, a little huff passing his lips as he shuffled along behind you.

He might have said this wasn't his scene but the moment you were on the dance floor Bruce's rough hands were on your hips, his feet and body quickly adjusting to the music, swept away by it, and by the smoldering look in your eyes.

The two of you let the music guide you, stepping closer, then back, allowing your bodies to fit together like puzzles, Bruce's lips brushing against your neck in a subtle smile, his fingers flexing on your hips when ever your breath would hitch for him or you would scratch the back of his neck.

"You lied to me, you're quite the dancer." You complimented him as you guided him back to his booth. However instead of just letting him sit there you pushed him down and took a seat on his lap. Bruce seemed amused by your antics, a low chuckle breaking from his mouth as his hands pulled you closer, "Anything else you've been hiding from me?"

"They wouldn't be secrets if I gave them away that easily." Seemed obvious that one of the most famous bachelors in Gotham kept things close to his chest. "Is it alright for us to be like this in the open?" Bruce peaked behind you, causing the few eyes looking in your direction to glance away in a hurry.

"I'm not ashamed of being seen with Gotham's most wanted man." You tugged on his tie, rolled your hips in his lap and whispered in his ear, "Or maybe you're ashamed of me, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce groaned, going in for a kiss but ended up being pushed back, your hand against his chest, your lips against his in a hard kiss, and his tie ending up loosened and in your hand, "Certainly not ashamed now." You could feel a subtle twitch of him between your legs, "Would you like to take this some place more private? I can get us a ride back to my manor." He might have not done this a lot, in public at least, but you could sense he was confidant in his touches and words.

"My, I feel honored all over again. Are you gonna show me some of your secrets if I come with you Mr. Wayne?" Judging by how hard he was he had quite a bit to show.

"Only a few." His lips were back on yours, hungry for more, promising more. Bruce might have been a mystery of a man but were you gonna have fun discovering every part of him.

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always yours, e. cullen (part 2)

pairing: edward cullen x gender-neutral vampire!reader

summary: after coming back from volterra, edward has to deal with bella’s fateful decision, while you have to fight the inevitable battle within yourself about your feelings towards your best friend.

warnings: reader is extremely self-deprecating and insecure about themself, angst, non-canon edward (yk the healthy version of him), mentions of reader’s turning, there may or may not be a happy ending (kissing, implications to smut at the end)

a/n: sorry this took so long, i really don’t why it took so long but i wrote it nevertheless, also i hate this, also this is so long i’m sorry

PART 1 - i recommend you to read this part first if you haven’t already, thanks!

the next few months were terrible for edward, and it pained you to see how hurt he had become. his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked numb as if he didn’t have a reason for existing anymore.

the only times he’d smile was when you attempted to tell ridiculous jokes and he couldn’t keep a straight face.

he’d never found out about your true feelings for him all this time, and you were okay with it, but carlisle definitely wasn’t.

“you have to tell him.”

“carlisle, it’s better this way.”

“he’s miserable, and the only time he’s been smiling, or even remotely happy is when he’s with you, y/n.”

you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief.

“and, don’t you shake your head at me. you know i’m right. he deserves to be happy. you deserve to be happy.”

you opened your mouth to rebut back at your adoptive father, but he walked away before you could respond, leaving you speechless.

you couldn’t tell him, right? you weren’t enough to give him the happiness and light he deserves, right?

weeks passed by and edward didn’t suspect a thing, at least not to your knowledge.

carlisle would glare at you whenever he was in a room with both of you. but, since it was carlisle, it would be a calm and patient glare, never once hinting at any resounding anger.

you told yourself that you’d tell edward the truth, but deep down, it was evident that wasn’t the real truth. you were just lying to yourself to prevent this difficult conversation.

when the time eventually came, it wasn’t your choice in the end.

it was a calm night when it was just you and edward in the living room, you watching the current news on tv, while he was reading some heavy novel that had him furrowing his eyebrows every second.

the rest of your family went out hunting since you and edward went the night before. edward had really only been comfortable with hunting with only you ever since his break up with bella.

“alright, well, i have to get back to the hospital.”

“okay, try not to kill anybody.” edward had a slight smirk playing on his lips, beaming up at carlisle.

carlisle seemed amused and then stared at you with a knowing look in his eyes.

“was that it or did you need something else?” edward was confused as to why carlisle was still standing in the exact same spot.

“oh no, nothing from you, edward.” he raised his eyebrows, glancing at you.

you gulped and your eyes widened. “carlisle, can we please not do this now.”

“i think you’ve waited long enough, y/n.”

edward looked back and forth between the two of you, confusion etching his tired face. “what- what’s going on? y/n?”

“it’s nothing,” you sighed as you switched the television off and started to walk toward the kitchen.

“yeah, nothing. if being your mate is nothing.”

you stiffened and turned towards your adoptive father. “carlisle!”

“what? i don’t- i don’t understand. there’s no way that… y/n?”

it’s like you were paralyzed, you couldn’t move a single bone or muscle in your body.

you slowly turned towards your best friend, whose eyebrows were still furrowed.

“ed- edward, i can’t.” you whispered.

edward’s confused expression still stayed on his face and he turned away from you. “carlisle?”

“why do you think that you’re so happy after your breakup with bella, son? if she was really your mate, you wouldn’t have been able to heal so easily. why do you think only y/n can cheer you up?”

edward’s magical eyes widened in a flux of realization and he stared at you.

carlisle spoke one last thing to you before leaving. “i’m sorry, y/n, he had to know.”

“i know.” you sighed, knowing that you were going to have to talk about the inevitable.

you cleared your throat and smiled blankly. “so, there’s no way i can run away from this, right?”

edward was not amused at your lame attempt of lightening this awkward situation. “y/n.”

you flinched at his stern attitude towards you.

sighing, you explained, “fine. come on.”

you headed toward the direction of the patio outside, with edward cautiously following you.

once the two of you were outside, he initiated the conversation.

“why the hell didn’t you tell me you were my mate?”

you raised your eyebrows. “so, this is my fault?”

edward closed his eyes. “you know that’s not what i meant, y/n.”

“well, it sounded that way.”

“how long did you know?”

“edward…”

“how long?”

“a couple of years after my turning.”

you could tell he was trying to control his annoyance and his jaw tensed.

“that long, huh.”

“edward, i didn’t tell you because i knew it would have been hopeless.”

“what? i don’t-”

“you were never going to love me back the way i loved you, so…”

“of course i loved you!”

“what?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“you really think i didn’t have any feelings for you, y/n?”

you shook your head, refusing to believe edward’s words. “you’re lying, edward. you didn’t-”

“when have i ever lied to you? how couldn’t i fall in love with you? or the way that your smile brightened up my darkness, or how you still remained strong even after the hell that bastard that murdered you put you through. or how i hate it whenever you put yourself down or your looks down, because you’re the most beautiful being, human or vampire, i have ever seen. you’re brilliant and absolutely magnificent. it was only a matter of time.”

you took a deep breath, even though you didn’t need to, to settle your internal struggle.

edward continued to talk, letting all of his feelings out. “but, you never told me of any feelings you had for me so i gave up, y/n. if i knew-”

“it wouldn’t have made a difference, edward.”

“what the hell are you talking about? we could have been happy like esme and carlisle are or rosalie and emmett-”

“no, i mean, you would have fallen out of love with me or left me for someone else. why wouldn’t you have?”

edward couldn’t believe your words. how could you think so little of yourself when all he saw was the complete opposite?

edward sighed and he had some kind of resentment in his eyes.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you asked so softly that if edward were still human, he definitely wouldn’t have heard the unknown timidness in your voice.

“why do you hate yourself so much?”

“edward,” you sighed exasperatedly, not warning to explain, “i was murdered because i was worthless. that was the reasoning that man had, he kept repeating it over and over again when i was bleeding out and being tortured, edward.”

“you really believe what some stupid bastard said about you?”

“well, it was true, edward, so… “

“y/n, you have to believe me. you are not worthless, okay? in fact, you are quite the opposite. you have to believe me.”

you shook your head, refusing to believe his words. “edward, even if i didn’t think i was worthless, i still wouldn’t have told you.”

“what? why not?”

“do you remember that night you were talking to me about bella?”

edward sighed, immediately regretting every single life decision he has ever made. “y/n-”

“you were so happy. and, you looked so in love, ed. there was no way i was ever going to ruin that, even if it meant sacrificing my own feelings towards you.”

“y/n,” edward started to say before you interrupted him.

“it’s okay, edward. i just can’t do this right now.”

you just wanted this entire thing to be over, whatever this was. you started to make your way past your mate to get back into the house, but edward’s cold yet comfortable grasp on your fingers stopped you.

“please, don’t leave. we’re not done, y/n. we can’t be.”

“i’m sorry.”

the next few weeks in the cullen household were awkward, to say the least.

you tried your hardest to avoid edward at all costs, which was obvious to every cullen. these efforts were made easier by the fact that you still had to attend school, the exact quality of education occupying your endless thoughts instead of your mate who was desperate for your attention.

you thought you were doing a wonderful job until edward eventually confronted you and gave you no room to escape this inevitable conversation, again.

sorting out the novels you had lying on the table near your window in your room, you were immediately alerted to a new presence, the one you were trying to avoid all these weeks, and you immediately lifted your head up.

“edward!”

“ah, so they speak.” edward grinned at you, but that grin soon turned into a soft and guilt-ridden glare.

“what do you want?”

“i think you know what i want, y/n.”

“we’re done talking about it. you’re still in love with bella and you were never in love with me in the first place. that’s it.”

“no! that’s not it! you can’t just pretend like we didn’t have that talk out on the patio all those weeks ago where i told you that i did love you.”

you gulped, shaking your head. “you didn’t mean it. i know you didn’t.”

edward’s jaw tensed. “you’re never going to believe me, are you?”

you turned away, not wanting to continue this conversation, when you felt edward’s safe presence in front of you. you turned towards him, looking anywhere but into his eyes.

those safe, golden eyes. they were broken, but strong at the same time.

“y/n.” edward was serious, having a stern look occupying his beautiful face. “would you please just look at me?”

at your ignoring of his demand, edward held your chin, which was turned away from him, and forcefully but gently turned it towards him.

he leaned so your foreheads’ and noses were touching. you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at his eyes. but, you knew he was looking into yours.

“please. you- you have to believe me.”

he was stammering, something that you had never seen him do. he gently grabbed your fingers and interlocked his own with yours. it felt like his pale hands were shaking and you were sure he’d be on the verge of tears if he was still human.

you finally looked up at him and saw the extreme desperation in his eyes. he was still staring at you.

“i don’t- i can’t-”

“y/n, please, i can’t do this without you. i- what can i do to make you believe me?” edward uttered.

“you really love me?”

edward nodded his head vigorously, so much so that you thought his head was going to fall off.

you still didn’t feel confident letting your guard down, you weren’t even entirely sure you still believed him, but you wanted to try. you wanted to believe your best friend.

“okay.” you softly whispered. “i want to believe you, but-”

“but?” edward’s nervousness was evident in his wavering tone.

“i’m terrified. i’m really scared of… everything. but i want to try. i want to try my best to believe you, edward.”

edward’s eyes twinkled while he held your face in his hands and rubbed your cheekbones. “i promise you, i will spend the rest of our limitless existences proving it you. please, y/n.”

you looked back down again at your fingers, which were still interlocked with your mate’s.

you faintly smiled, which made the golden-eyed boy’s heart swell with adoration.

“okay.” you whispered.

edward beamed. “okay?”

you looked back into his eyes, your faint smile twinkling. “okay, i will try to trust you, ed.”

he let out a laugh filled with relief and scrunched his nose against your own. “thank you. thank you.”

you smiled lightly, which soon turned into a nervous and albeit unnecessary gulp when you came to realize how close you physically were to edward, specifically how your lips were just inches away from being molded into his own.

the auburn-haired boy seemed to notice the same thing as his line of sight traveled from your eyes to your soft lips, which the iridescent boy had been aching to touch ever since he could remember.

his slender fingers had ghosted over your cheekbones with his nose pressed up against your own nose, mildly distracting you from his husky whisper against your lips.

“is this alright?” edward had murmured, his lips finally touching your own for a slight moment.

your mind was too hazy to answer with actual words but you managed to release a slight nod of your head, which gained a chuckle to grace his lips.

as he finally connected his lips with your own, it was as if a fire burning deep within your chest was finally being ignited, the raw flames finally being called upon after hiding within the chambers of your timely heartbreak.

his hands travelled from your cheekbones to below your jaw, finding its home as edward softly placed his hands on each side of your neck, his thumbs tracing the outline of your collarbones.

the golden-eyed boy lightly grinned as he ran his tongue slightly across your lower lip, eliciting a gasp to come from you, allowing his tongue entrance in order to deepen the kiss between the two of you.

as you two began to deepen the kiss when your tongues made contact, your hands traveled to his auburn locks, resulting in a deep, guttural groan from him as his hands lowered to tightly grip your hips like his very being depended on you, only you.

he pulled you as close as you physically could be to him as his lips continued to stay molded onto your own, and he lightly tapped your hips, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around his hips as his large hands wrapped around your back as he walked backwards and laid you on your bed, with your back against the sheets.

the cullen boy hovered over you, with his arms placed next to both sides of your body as your legs were still wrapped around his hips and you were the one to finally separate your lips from his as he whimpered and a faint smile painted your features.

you brought your fingers up to run them across his lips as he rested his forehead against yours and with a smile, he questioned, “why’d you stop?”

you scrunched your nose slightly and pretended to deeply contemplate your answer. “hm. i don’t really think you deserve an explanation.”

edward looked over your body as he groaned. “hm. well, dear, then why don’t i try making it up to you?”

the golden-eyed boy placed his lips onto yours again, while smiling which caused you to reciprocate while kissing him back and meshing your hands into his auburn locks.

as you two deepened the kiss, he held onto your thigh so that it would stay wrapped around his hip and groaned with urgency as you grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt.

it seemed as if what has been encompassing your fantasies and dreams for decades now was finally happening and you couldn’t be filled with more joy when your mate finally found out the truth.

the two of you could finally spend your eternities in utmost happiness, as long as you had each other.

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allfandomstan · 5 months

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After Dark~(Batman x Vigilante Reader), Chapter 4.

Genre: Action, Mystery, Suspense, Noir, Crime.

Setting: Gotham City Hall from ‘The Batman’ 2022..

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Swearing, Dark themes, descriptions of blood, Cynicism, Psychopathic themes.

Word Count: 1.9K

Hey its me back with another chapter to the series! Finally after an 8 months hiatus or so, I conjured up the will to publish this chapter I’ve been working on. It’s not much but just something to smoothly carry the series forward🫣..

And my apologies if I screw up the movie timeline in upcoming chapters!😫 it’s been a while since I revisited the movie as a whole so you might see some errors here and there🙃.

Hope you enjoy!

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Here you were, back at in your apartment.. again. Millions of thoughts ran through your mind like a flowing river that won’t stop at any point unless an intentional obstruction to the constant flow of water was put in place. Like a dam of sorts. All you could think of was about the event that unfurled earlier. From your argument with Sam to meeting Bruce Wayne, for the first in your life. Although you weren’t much sure about it..

The way his gaze met yours resembled some kind of shocking recognition and truth. Those deep ocean eyes looked familiar as ever, but you couldn’t quite pin point where you saw them. Yet..

His expression changed from monotone to slightly ‘intrigued’ when he laid his eyes on you. You noticed him scanning your face for something, like trying to read you like an open book. But why?

‘Had he seen you somewhere before?’

It sure looked like he did.

‘But where?’

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The final touch you needed was your dark crimson coloured lipstick and then you were ready to go. To the Mayor’s funeral to be exact..

Today was the day Mayor Don Mitchell Jr. would be laid to rest six feet under, and you won’t say he will be resting in peace. You don’t think he’ll be resting at all because of the way he was taken from this world.. Brutally hammered to the head by a madman.

In a way you felt bad for the deceased Mayor even though you knew he was a corrupt-to-the-core asshole, but at least he should’ve been given a not-so fucked up death.

He died absolutely humiliated. With the words ‘No more Lies’ written on his taped up head with his very own blood. Not only did the Riddler kill him in the most devastatingly gut-wrenching way, but also tried to expose his deep seated secrets… The ones he feared would soon come to get him. And get him it did..

Bats hadn’t contacted you at all for two days straight. Not that you minded, really. You figured he was just busy getting his knuckles bloody from beating up the average Gotham thug he crosses more than once in the night. The city was crawling with them, especially during the late hour. But not just that, He’s most probably working on the case involving riddler, of course. The average Gotham thug was nothing compared to the chaos Riddler would bring if he’s not taken care of.

You wondered if The Bat had a life beyond crime fighting. Well of course he did. He’s human too, after all..

‘Why the fuck do I even care?’

You snapped out of your daze and tried to focus on the task at hand.. The Mayor’s funeral. Sure enough, you had to be there. Incase something happens.. And you had a tad bit of a gut feeling, that it would. You supposed he might be there too. Watching in the shadows, hidden from view. Of course he wouldn’t miss such a vital event if it means catching Riddler. This could be his right time to strike and evoke chaos among citizens in that town hall. You’d just had to wait and see if you were right. But you hoped the fuck not.

You finally put your trench coat over your self and grabbed your bag which contained your keys, burner phone and of course, your blade. You just had with you whenever you went out. Just in case..

****

The streets surrounding the Gotham Town Hall were packed with eager citizens who wanted to catch a glimpse of their coffin-ridden Mayor one last time. The Press and media were there too, to report and keep updated the curious minds of people who couldn’t make it to the funeral. The crowd was large pushy and suffocating.

You tried to get to the front, pushing past the crowd of people. When you finally got to the front you let out a deep breath. You had to say you were surprised as to why you you weren't smothered to death but you were grateful to make it out of the restless crowd alive.

At your current position you had a clear view of the road and the front of the Town Hall. There you saw police officers, prestigious politicians and a bunch of celebrities standing around, waiting for the venue to open. But your eyes landed on one particular person..

Carmine Falcone.

At the sight of that man, your fists subconsciously clenched inside of your coat pockets.

'What was he doing here?'

Then it made sense. Since the late Mayor himself wasn't the sinless of people, of course it was expected of him to have ties with someone as notorious as Falcone.

As you were focusing in on the Mob Boss, you became distracted by the sudden yelling of the people around you.

"Oh my Lord! It's Bruce Wayne!!"

Your gaze immediately took itself off Falcone and focused on the new subject at hand.

And there he was, The Gotham Prince.

Clad in a dapper black, wool coat and sporting the typical rich-guy look, appeared Wayne from his black Corvette.

Hmm, expensive you had to say. But of course.

You refrained from subconsciously rolling your eyes at the display. Bastard, making poor people eat shit.

You watched as he gave his car keys to an officer so he could park it elsewhere, and then walking off to climb the steps leading to the entrance of the Town Hall. You noticed his slight heaviness in step and the light hunch of his shoulders. And shit the guy looked like he hasn't slept in ages..

He involuntarily talked to the people around him which included Cops, celebrities and the Mayor candidate herself, Bella Real.

You watched as his head slowly turned to acknowledge the ungodly Man standing behind him with a crooked smile etched onto his face. Bruce then too, reluctantly met his gaze and engaged in a not so jolly conversation. Falcone placed a hand on Wayne's shoulder and patted it a few times before returning to talk to his henchman, Penguin.

'The guest list is just fucking incredible', you thought.

First you had the displeasure of finding Carmine Falcone and now, Penguin.

You watched as Penguin laughed, flashing his crooked brown stained teeth at Falcone. You bet whatever the asshole said must have been very funny indeed.

You looked away, disgusted. Men like Penguin had no right to laugh when so many lives had been ruined because of their deeds. Men like Penguin had no right to even breathe.

You would take care of that, soon enough..

****

About 45 minutes had passed and you found yourself pushing past crowds again trying to get into the Town Hall. You somehow managed to get in, all in one piece and stood by the side of the Hall along with the many citizens who already got in before you. After a while, the officers cut off any more citizens trying to come in as it was getting suffocating with the amount of people already inside the buliding. After entrance doors were closed, a metal barrier was put in place to separate second citizens, standing at both sides of the building from the first class. And among the second class citizens were you, of course. And among the first class were Falcone, Penguin, Bella Real and Bruce Wayne.

You sighed at the unlawful segregation, but you came to accept it eventually.

After about fifteen minutes the loud chatter quite down as the speech began. Several people, mainly Mitchell's Family and some politicians came up to deliver their honary speeches to commemorate the life and apreciate the accomplishments and 'good work' of the late Mayor. You scoffed at this. ‘How naïve where these people?’ Believing blindly to whatever Mitchell did was correct and truely for the betterment of Gotham. You doubted the man gave a single shit about this City or it’s citizens. The continuous speeches went on and on and you found yourself zoning out, voices becoming muddled and vision unfocused. Your mind started racing with thoughts consisting of ‘other things’. You couldn’t help but reimagine your first interaction with Vengeance. The way he pushed you against the wall, your chest flush to his abdomen. The way he held his intense gaze on you for longer than you’d wanted.. The way the rough fabric of his glove came to rest on the tender flesh of your neck, bruising it lightly..

All of this reminiscing totally had you off guard. You noticed that things were different now. In that very moment, it felt different.. You suddenly noticed that everything was abruptly called to a halt. Time had entirely stopped for a moment or so. Silence.. Chaos hidden in the element, waiting to strike like a serpent. There was complete silence until..

“Everyone, get the fuck out!”

You heard a man shout, possibly an officer on patrol. Then it all began. You heard multiple screams from behind you and then it all turned to chaos. People started running one by one trying to get away from something coming through the front. You wondered what it was and pushed towards the frantic crowd and towards where you supposed the danger was coming from. And then you saw it. Suddenly a GCPD SUV crashed through the glass doors of the building and skidded towards the Mayor’s casket. It all happened so quick you thought it was all in your head. Only that it wasn’t, unfortunately. You took a quick look around and there you saw Bruce on the floor with the Mayor’s Son in his arms. The boy must’ve been in the car’s way, you thought. And Bruce must’ve ran to get him out of the way before he got hit. Your focus was glued on Bruce and the way he gently helped the boy get back on his feet and tenderly guided him back to his Mother, horror etched onto her worn out features. Before you knew it a hand wrapped around your forearm rather harshly. You whipped your head around to stare at your intruder in the eyes but was met with the ones of a worried-sick to the bone Cop’s. “Mam’ you need to get out of here”, he calmly said trying to keep his cool in spite of all the chaos. You just stared at the officer for a moment or so without emitting any words in his direction. You found your eyes wandering back to Bruce once more. He was also being held by the forearm and being escorted out by some officers trying to get him to leave before the situation gets worse. You noticed his frantic eyes searching the place for something, or more like someone.. And then those Ocean blue eyes you found so mesmerising just a day ago found your own. You almost wanted to look away out of embarrassment because he caught you staring. But you didn’t. You kept your eyes glued onto his and his to yours. You two held a moment of eye-contact before your attention snapped towards the cop shaking your forearm. “Mam’ we don’t have much time. You have to evacuate.. Now!”

You nodded your head hastily and followed him to the evacuation exit. You looked back one last time, trying to catch a glimpse of Bruce, but he was long gone..

***

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letaliabane · 2 years

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hello!!! i really love your battinson please, i have been waiting since 2020 about batman 😭😭 and HERE IT IS!!! sadly i haven’t seen anyone write about battinson maybe soon enough, i know it will booming every writers…

can i request? could you please write battinson’s wife with him go to the funeral, the reader is close to the kid, when the car stroke the reader and the kids (the reader held him closely), battinson saved them both and hug… thank you xixi

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bruce wayne x f!reader

genre: a bit of angsty, fluff, soft!brucewayne

a/n: I’m back after a bit of a disappearance! Another fun request!!

‘Bruce are you sure you want to do this?’ You asked, arms crossed over your chest.

When your husband had suggested you both attend the funeral for the mayor you knew that it was to do with his work as the Batman, not because he wanted to give his condolences as Bruce Wayne.

His obsession with his nightly crusade was definitely unhealthy, you knew that more than anyone else. But you also knew he wouldn’t lay off of a case until it was solved.

You were one of the very few people who had known Bruce since he was a little boy before the loss of his parents, and remained by his side even after those events. He was quiet with his affections, and thats what made you love him even more and eventually marry him.

‘I need to do this Y/N. It’ll help us find the Riddler,’ He muttered as he watched the screens filled with the news of the upcoming service, a large photo of the smiling Mayor plastered on the screen. ‘Men like him they like to watch the reaction to their crimes. Riddler may not be able to resist.’

You let your head fall with a heavy sigh, turning him to face you and taking his hands into your own. ‘I know all that Bruce. I mean are you okay to do this? Not the Batman.’

He knew what you were talking about.

This case had been somewhat triggering to him even though he heavily denied it. The loss of a parent to any child was harmful; seeing the Mayor’s son the night of his murder, finding out that he had been to find him dead, shook him to his core. Reminded him of why he was Batman, the responsibility he had to protect that little boy and others.

After years of opening up and being vulnerable with you and finding peace in your arms, Bruce now avoided the bedroom at all costs so he wouldn’t fall into horrible nightmares again, or worse accidentally hurt you.

It also reminded him of what he no longer had in his life. The pain and the guilt that ate away at his soul everyday. The legacy he continued to build every night he went into the city was a dark reminder of why he even did it.

Shaking his thoughts away Bruce’s eyes flickered to yours hastily, squeezing your hand. ‘I-I don’t know ...’

You softened, letting your hands come up to cradle his cheeks. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning into the warmth of your touch, head turning to kiss your palm. When he opened his eyes once more he found you smiling up at him.

‘I’ll be with you by your side.’

‘But if anything goes wrong Y/N-’

‘I’ll come straight back to the Tower like we’ve always discussed. I promised you I would, I’m not about to break it.’

He nodded silently, giving a tight smile. Leaning down. he let his head rest against yours, noses grazing one another as you both inhaled deeply, holding onto one another tightly.

The next morning you were at your vanity, combing your hair back and letting it hang loose. You had chosen to wear a simple black dress and gone light on the make up, not wanting to attract anymore unnecessary attention. Leaving your hairbrush to the side, you dug out a pair of simple pearl earrings that Bruce had given to you, a gift he’d presented after your wedding.

‘You look lovely.’

You glanced up in the mirror to see Bruce leaning in the door way. You couldn’t help but admire him, hands in deep in his pockets, a small smile on his lips. His suit was well fitted, shirt tight against his chest, trench coat draped beneath one arm. You gave him a smile.

‘Don’t look too bad yourself Bruce.’

He pushed himself away from the door, making his way across the bedroom until he was pressed against your back, leaning down to kiss your neck. Sighing, you reached for his hand that rested on your shoulder, squeezing it.

‘Are you ready for this my love?‘

Bruce’s smile fell briefly, head dipping to lean against your shoulder. When he looked up, you noticed the difference. His face held no emotion, eyes steeled and firm in its gaze. His grip momentarily tightened on your arm.

‘With you by my side, I will be.’

You gave Bruce a smile as he opened the car door for you, taking his outstretched hand and standing to your feet, the screams of the paparazzi even louder than before.

‘Is that Bruce Wayne?’

‘Holy shit-’

‘Oh shit is that Y/N Wayne too?!’

‘All it took was a murder to get them out and about?’

Giving them a small wave, Bruce took to your side, leading you with a hand at the small of your back up the stairs towards the large doorway.

Suddenly you slipped at the top of the wet staircase a small shriek leaving your lips, cursing yourself under your breath for not wearing flats instead of the heels. Bruce was quick to steady you, grabbing your arm; but not before you bumped into a man who reeled back angrily.

‘Hey watch it!’

‘Don’t touch her!’

Bruce was quick to shove the man aside, protectively bringing his arm around you and pulling you behind him.

‘Watch it fellas! You’re holding the city’s Prince there. As well as his little Princess.’

The gravelly voice of Carmine Falcone rose from the circle of men that had suddenly swarmed Bruce. He pushed through them, smirking towards the two of you.

‘Some event huh? Brought out the one guy more reclusive than me!’ Falcone grunted, glancing towards you, taking a quick sweep over you. ‘With a woman like that at your side I wouldn’t leave home either.’

The scowl deepened on Bruce’s face. However he was quick to quip back, never breaking eye contact with the man.

‘Thought I’d never see you leave the Shoreline, getting a little comfortable were you? Aren’t you afraid someone will take a shot at you?’

Falcone chuckled, turning to another man beside him, and you recognised him immediately from the footage Bruce had been collecting over the past few weeks. Bulging stomach, receding hairline and some ugly scars to boot; it was definitely Oswald Cobblepot.

‘Oz you know Bruce Wayne and his Missus?’

Oswald raised his eyebrow in interest. ‘Is that right huh?’

‘His father saved my life you see. Kid here saw the whole thing-‘

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, squeezing Bruce’s hand. The man had spewed the story over and over again to the press and anyone who would listen to him.

‘-Don’t you think that meant something?’

‘Means he took a hypocratic oath. Excuse us!’

And without waiting for a reply, Bruce pushed past the man and his bodyguards, leading you along behind him before he looped your arm with his pulling you in close to his side.

‘You okay?’ He muttered softly, once again squeezing your hand. You nodded with a small smile.

‘I am. I can’t stand that pig. Zoned out through half his story telling of how your father saved him for the millionth time.’

Bruce chuckled. ‘He does like to ramble doesn’t he ...’

His expression suddenly dropped, freezing mid-step. Even with the crowded hall, you spotted the Mayor’s son immediately in the front row. His head hung low, brown hair messily tousled, face swollen and pale.

It sent your mind reeling to memories of a similar boy, how a young Bruce had whispered for you not to leave his side, how he held back tears as the coffins of his mother and father disappeared into the earth. How you hugged him in front of their graves as the rain fell upon you both, his agonising cries of anguish a memory burned into your mind forever-

You gasped as a sudden pain enveloped your hand, looking down to see Bruce gripping your hand painfully tight, nails biting into the back of your hand. He immediately flinched at the sound that left you, looking between your intertwined hands and your face.

‘I’m sorry-I’m-I can’t-’

‘Bruce look at me,’ You said softly, resting a hand at the nape of his neck. You felt his fast heartbeat beneath your fingertips, recognised the lost look in his eyes. ‘I’m with you my love. I’m right here with you, I just need you to take a breath.’

Placing your other hand over his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut, you breathed deeply, and thankfully he began to follow your actions, muscles slowly losing tension.

His eyes found yours once more, his trembling hand gripping your wrist gently. Glancing around at the people who looked towards you, specifically scrutinising your husband, you fiddled with his tie pretending to fix it.

‘I’ll go and give condolences to the family on our behalf. Do what you need to do and find the information you need.’

With a quick kiss to his cheek you slowly stepped away, unable to hold back a small smile when Bruce held your hand just a little longer before letting it drop from his grip.

Making your way to the front of the hall, you shook the grieving widow’s hand who barely gave you a glance, her eyes watery and far off in distant thoughts.

Her son, still with his head down, hands fiddling with the button on his coat, didn’t acknowledge you. Kneeling down, you pressed a gentle hand to the boy’s. His eyes glanced up towards yours.

‘Hello sweetheart. I know we haven’t met before, and i know things must be difficult right now. But I just wanted to remind you that you are not alone. You still have your mother and people who love and adore you and want the best for you. And more importantly you need to remember how strong you are. Do you recognise that gentleman over there?’

He turns to look over his shoulder to where you point to Bruce who is glancing around the hall. The boy nods.

‘Bruce Wayne is one of the bravest men I know. And I know that you can be just as strong and get through this. Your father would want you to, he’d want to see you happy.’

Tears filled his eyes, a small smile creeping at the edge of his lips, squeezing your hand firmly.

The distant eruption of screams caught your attention, glancing up towards the shaken crowd who began to get to their feet. Getting to your feet with the boy close at your side, it was then you saw the car streaking into the building, giving you only moments to instinctually wrap your arms around the child.

Suddenly you were slammed to the ground, a heavy weight on your back as the screeching of tires and the crunch of metal echoed through the entire cathedral. You barely lifted your head to see the smashed against a pillar, debris and glass scattered across the floor.

‘Y/N?! Are you okay?!’

You looked up at the sound of the unsteady voice of your husband, his hand hovering over your face almost as if afraid to touch you. It was then you realised it had been him that had collided with you, had slammed you into the ground away from harms way.

‘Yeah I’m okay Bruce, I promise I’m okay!’

It was only when you had reassured him quietly that he let his hands run through your head, the familiar touch of his forehead against yours calming the erratic beat of your heart against your chest. Looking down towards the boy in your arms, you brushed his hair away, wiping away the tears that shone beneath his eyes.

‘You okay sweetheart?’

The boy nodded, arms wrapping around you in a tight hug, quickly brought to his feet by his mother who immediately embraced him, pulling him further into the crowd.

‘Get out of the car!‘

Gordan’s voice echoed across the hall, making you flinch at the magnified sound, Bruce pulling you to your feet, arms wrapped around you protectively. ‘Get out of the car and show your hands!’

The door swung open, a pair of hands flailing before the body stumbled out of the car uneasily. You felt Bruce tense up just as you gasped in horror.

It was Gil Coulson, the district attorney. Covered in blood, mouth taped tightly shut, a phone duct taped his hand. And taped to his chest was an envelope written with the familiar scratch of ‘TO THE BATMAN.’

‘There’s a bomb around his neck!’

The woman’s scream sent the hall into immediate panic; people scrambling to their feet, many taking off running, pushing each other in a race to get to the door as more cops flooded in.

You couldn’t help but squeeze Bruce’s arm, his eyes frantically meeting yours as he turned to you. Looking around briefly at the unsettled crowd, he muttered softly.

‘I need you to go home. Take the car and go straight to Wayne Tower and stay there until I-’

‘I know! I know my love.’ You firmly gripped the collar of his trench coat, bringing him in close. His breath batted against your lips as you took a moment to look up at him.

‘Do what you have to do, but you come home to me Bruce Wayne.’

Without hesitation Bruce leant down, hands cupping your face as he kissed you firmly, lingering just a little longer than necessary. Unable to help himself, he pressed one last to peck to your lips before he pulled himself away, disappearing into the dispersing crowd.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 2 years

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Out of Character [Part II]

PAIRING: Battinson!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

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Summary: Bruce faces immense guilt after committing his worst fear, hurting you by any means.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, fluff, short time jumps [***]

A/N - hope this was a satisfying ending!!! want to write more for him <3 I really want to write more for BATTINSON!!!

What felt like a few days, had turned into weeks since you’d last actually exchanged words with Bruce. The house was silent as ever, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to forgive Bruce: and everytime you’d convinced yourself that your anger had subsided, it simply all came over you again.

Back to square one.

The guilt was eating Bruce up, although he had no idea how to go about his emotions. He had a few things on his plate already that demanded to be dealt with, not as Bruce himself although as the man behind the mask. Bruce was struggling and you knew. He wanted to give you space, and yet at the same time, he was desperately holding himself from barging into your room. And then what?

It’s not like he could easily erase your memory of the publicised affair. Not like he could wash away the immense frustration and sadness you felt.

He caused that, that was on him and it was killing him.

Some nights, before Alfred had turned the lights off for the day, you’d notice shadows circulating across the floorboards, seeping through the shallow gap between the door and the ground. It was Bruce no doubt, contemplating if he was bold enough to approach you or not. The only thing standing between the two of you was the door, and every night it ended with him walking away in a haste.

The innocent part of you, if you were being honest did miss him. You missed his touch, the sheer volume of his presence. You missed his voice and how husky it would sound. You missed the way Bruce would kiss you goodnight always, no matter what time of the night. Although, every moment you found yourself reminiscing the pure moments, was followed through with anger.

You had no idea how long this was going to last, this “grudge” you held. Although you couldn’t bear to look at Bruce for now, the thought of having to look him square in the eyes as you tried to talk it out, to some degree infuriated you.

It was only a matter of time...

***

“Y/N, Mister Bruce wishes for you to join him for dinner in the hall.”

Instead of Alfred arriving at his usual time with you dinner ready at hand to your door, he’d proceeded in empty handed.

“Alfred, not tonight, I-”

“Please, Mrs Wayne-”

That name, that title you now shared. During these past few weeks, it seemed you had truly forgotten that you were at the end of the day still Bruce’s wife. The event that had disrupted your relationship seemed to have caused you to erase the feeling that you were indeed his partner.

“He needs you. He really needs you now.”

You tore your eyes away from Alfred’s face, the sheer sadness or more so plea for you to resign your resentment was evident. He sighed.

“I haven’t seen him like this since the night his-... Well, you would know.”

He sighed, fumbling his fingers on his walking stick, as he looked down. Alfred knew Bruce better than anyone else. He was years ahead of you in knowing Bruce, and had come to see him during his lowest moments.

“Yes, okay Alfred, tell him I’ll be down soon,” You insisted with a half-smile. This moment came sooner than you expected, you felt unprepared, as if you were walking into a trap. Although having witnessed Alfred’s plea, it seemed Bruce wasn’t doing so well without you.

***

Walking down each step until you’d entered the main dining hall, you felt your heart sinking further into your chest. You felt like you had suddenly fallen ill, your strength has you gripped the railing lessen, weakness in your knees. Immediately, looking up from the ground, Bruce already had his eyes on you, and much to your shock, there was a hint of relief. He instantly stood up from his seat, his plate empty as he’d patiently waited for your arrival.

Yet no words exchanged.

He looked absolutely run down, exhausted. Lack of sleep perhaps, suggested from the prominent dark circles around his eyes. His hair looked as though it had remained unwashed for a few days, although it seemed he made the attempt to keep himself maintained for tonight, wearing a dark, black suit.

Alfred was present, as he set your end of the table ready, pouring you a glass of red wine.

“Thank you, Alfred.” You hesitantly smiled up at him before your eyes instinctively looked ahead towards Bruce. He was still looking at you, in awe that you actually had showed up.

Not long after, Alfred walked himself out quietly, closing the large wooden doors behind, leaving you both alone.

As you picked up your fork, your hunger beginning to settle in, you hear a faint cough before a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N, I-I want to apologise-”

Despite feeling Bruce’s gaze on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to watch him. One hand fumbling in your lap, as the other held the fork, playing with the entree before you.

“I’ve been missing you so much, these past few weeks not talking to you, not being able to be near you. The fact that you might just hate me, I-I can’t function.”

“What is this, are you trying to guilt trip me into forgiving you, Bruce?” You firmly disrupted.

He was taken aback, a puzzled look on his face began to appear.

“Y/N, no, I could never do what happened to you intentionally, but I need you to know, Selina was the one that came onto me.”

“Wow, you guys are already on first name basis, impressive Bruce. Would that mean she knows who you really are behind that mask? She know you have a wife at home, worried sick night and day until you come back in one piece?!” You persist, your tone rising as the fury inside of you began to stir.

“No, of course not, Y/N, I-”

“Then tell me why you seemed to find yourself indulging in her advances, Bruce, why it took you so long to come to your senses?!”

“She needed my help, Y/N, I promise! We knew the same people, same culprits I-I had no choice but to help her, a favour for a favour. I got desperate for anything, I was hitting dead ends on this case... But I never knew what she was capable of, or what her intentions were. I’m telling you, she doesn’t know who I really am, and if she’d found out I’m sure she’d want no part of it.”

His fists had curled against the table as he slowly had risen himself up from his seat, leaning down as he steadied himself.

Although you felt mostly anger, you felt the tears swelling in your eyes, as you turned your gaze away from Bruce. As you attempted to compose yourself, you came to the haste realisation that the reason you’d felt all these immense emotions was because you’d still loved Bruce.

“I-Is she the reason why you spend more time in that suit than at home with me?” You hesitantly stuttered, sulking in between, as you felt the tears streaming down fast against your tender cheeks, looking up and back down from Bruce.

Instinctively and without hesitation, he came rushing towards you, crouching down your side, as his hands cupped your face gently, a thumb stroking the tears away.

“Of course not Y/N, baby, how could you ever think that?” You shook your head in response, shyly shrugging your shoulders as you couldn’t find the courage to speak.

“It’s my fault. I’ve lost sense of what it is to be your husband, I’ve misplaced what was important to me, and that’s you, Y/N, I mean it. I never stopped loving you but I got caught up in other things that I forgot how to.”

As your hand reached up over Bruce’s hand, the contact to contact feeling you’d once despised now the urge of all that had been missed had caught up. Before you’d had the chance to hold him, he walked back towards his end of the table, leaving you confused. Bruce had leant down, snatching a black bag from the ground that you hadn’t even realised was there, so discretely hidden behind the thick leg of the table. He walked back towards you, crouching down as his hand reached within the loose bag.

“I’ve been really thinking, ever since our fight. I’ve been contemplating all along when I knew the answer from the start-”

In time you looked away from Bruce to what he revealed to be the cowl of Batman. You looked even more weary.

“Bruce-”

“Let me finish, Y/N-”

As he demanded, you obeyed. Slightly easing yourself back in your seat, your hands in your lap, as Bruce mustered up his words.

“Between what I’ve become and who I’ve failed to be, I’ve always known what was most important to me. I’ve denied the truth that I’ve been struggling to balance this life and that life, and as a consequence I lost you. I took on this role, not only for my family’s legacy, not for vengeance, but to protect the people of Gotham, to protect the people I care about, to protect you. In the process of it all, I never saw it coming that I’d be the one to hurt you, Y/N. These past few weeks, I haven’t been myself. God, I’ve missed you-” His hand reaching over to yours, pulling it up as he kissed it, before placing it back down, still holding it.

“I’ve made the final decision. I want you to have this. I don’t want to be someone that verges to protect when I can’t even protect you from myself. I’d rather sacrifice this over the possibility of you leaving, Y/N.”

“Bruce-”

“I love you so much.”

That same hand released its grip from yours as he tugged your hair behind your ear, your hand softly grasping his wrist as he did so. The hand that had been holding the cowl, urged for you to take it, he had no hesitation pulling it back, as he insisted.

“Bruce, I-I can’t let you do this.”

“But-“

“I know, I know that you’re sorry for everything. I know that you’re guilty of what happened, and that you’ve struggled to come to terms with repercussions of this-” You suggested as your eyes peered over the cowl, back to Bruce.

“I know that it hurt you to see us like this. But I can’t let you give this up. It’s been hard, and with what happened, you know better than to let it repeat itself. I know this now… But I want you to continue, I can’t be the reason you might regret this in a few years time, when Gotham needs you most.”

“Y/N, but I failed-”

“And that’s what it’s all been about, Bruce. That’s just life. But you can’t give up after every hiccup. I am your wife, and I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. Not so aware of the other competition I had, but I knew there’d be nights where I’d be up waiting for you, to tend to your wounds and to support you. I married Bruce Wayne because even though you put that cowl from night to night, it’s still you.”

You could see a faint smile appear on his face, as yours did. He threw the cowl by the side, as he slowly stood himself up, pulling you in closer for a long, overdue kiss. Despite all the tension, the passion was still vivid.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He exclaimed pulling apart as his strong arms wrapped around your body. You’d never felt more secure than as you did in this present moment.

“Guess I’m just your blessing in disguise,” You chuckled, before resuming your long awaited night of bliss.

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navstuffs · 2 years

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hi love! can you do the robert pattinson that got caught cheating in front of you but turns out it was your bestfriend pls? i'm wanting for angst one, thanks before x

Betrayal

Pairing: Robert Pattinson x GN!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, cheating, robert is an asshole, your bff is an asshole, reader gets defensive (no violence happens)

Summary: You come back earlier from a work trip, excited to surprise your boyfriend. It doesn't end well.

Author's note: heey! first of all, i am very sorry for the delay in writing this. i have been struggling to write in those last couple of months but trying to return slowly. i hope i wrote this as angst and painful as you wanted. thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy it! gif credits to the owner

You are excited as you drive back earlier from your work trip. You haven't seen your boyfriend Robert for a while, barely spoke to him at all. After the project ended way earlier, your boss allowed the whole team to return three days earlier. Three well-deserved free days you could pass with your boyfriend. Which you two were needing it.

Robert felt distant during all the calls you had with him. For some reason, he also didn't want to do any video calls. He was feeling sick and didn't want you to see his gross face which only made you feel more guilty you couldn't be there to take care of him. You couldn't wait to surprise him and enjoy your time together.

You arrive at your house after dinner time. You are exhausted from the drive but content you finally arrived. You can't wait to shower and help Rob feel better.

Opening the door very silently, you tiptoe slowly to look for Robert. You glance towards the dining room and notice there are two plates and two candles? Odd. Robert didn't mention having anyone for dinner. Maybe a friend?

Deciding to go to the living room, there are wine bottles on top of the rug and two wine glasses turned over, semi-empty. Robert definitely had a friend over. You almost decide to call out his name when you hear his loud laugh coming from the bedroom.

With your heart beating up fast, you decide to not overreact. Just breathe. There must have a reasonable explanation for all of this. Do not overreact now, you beg to yourself, just wait and see.

You walk towards your bedroom, your hands starting to sweat, your heart beating even faster with each step. The door is semi-open so you peek from the side.

Robert is in the bed and there is someone else in bed with him. A woman with long hair you can't recognize. They are kissing deeply, his hands rubbing her back, down to her ass as she moans. They are naked. In your bed. Kissing.

In your bed.

Kissing.

Naked.

You feel tears coming down your eyes. You don't look away. You don't scream. You don't run. You are unable to look away, just wondering when was the last time you and Robert even kissed each other like that.

When was the last time he even desired you like that.

You must have made a noise because Robert lifts his head up, his eyes widening as he sees you. The woman notices his sudden change and turns to look over her shoulder. It is just your best friend since childhood, Ella.

The one that was with you during your struggles. The one that cleaned your tears, and eased your fears. The one that supported your relationship with Robert since the beginning.

Ella covers herself with the sheet, hiding her face on the pillow. She can't even look at you. Robert gets up from the bed, getting his boxer briefs and you just notice the clothes thrown around the bed. His shirt, a black fancy bra on top, a dress.

You want to puke.

Robert calls your name and you lift your head up, your noose flaring up. He slowly approaches you, his arms up as a sign of peace.

"This, this is not..."

Your knuckles are white holding the door frame. Find your voice, you think to yourself. Scream. Shout. Puke on his face.

"This is not..."

"What is this, then? What is it?" You don't know if you are asking Robert, Ella, or even yourself. Your voice carries all the disgust, pain, and anger that is bubbling inside of you.

Robert can't find his voice or courage to answer you. He looks down embarrassed and you let your glance go to Ella's form, still hiding in your bed.

"I hope you are comfortable in my bed, Ella. Have fun you two."

You decide to leave and you swear you can hear a sob from Ella. You don't know, maybe she is laughing even. Ella and Robert, both of them, kept insisting on you getting more projects, more travel, and more responsibilities. That was going to be good for your career. Of course, that would keep you away from them. You are probably more hurt over her betrayal than Robert. She was your best friend, your ride your die. Since when did this start? Not that mattered now.

Robert is following behind you, calling your name. He grabs you by your arm and you turn with your fists clenched, ready to throw a punch if he dares to touch you. Robert realizes you are serious and take two steps back.

"I swear, this wasn't..."

"Fuck you, Robert. Actually continue fucking her, have fun!"

"No wait, we can talk about this. She isn't, we aren't..."

You roll your eyes, turning away to leave, grabbing your stuff on the way out. Bastard. All those talks of forever love, getting married, having a family, creating a life together. All lies. And Ella kept insisting for you get married to him! That you were so lucky, so happy!

You hear Robert's steps follow behind you in the driveway and you hit your car door on his face. You turn the car on, holding the steering wheel for a second, the blood rushing in your veins. You know you got to make a decision.

"Wait, don't leave like this! I love you! I don't know what I was doing there, but it wasn't me! I-I..." Robert's face is against your car window and he sounds desperate.

"I will send someone to collect my things."

You give one good last look to Robert's face and turn the car driving away. He looks pathetic and miserable. Good.

You don't know exactly where you are going now. You will find yourself a hotel room, a friend, a family member, something. You beat yourself to not look at the rear mirror, controlling your sobs as you drive away.

You just lost your boyfriend and best friend, two of the most important people in your life. Although you are destroyed and you know you will take a long time to recover from this betrayal, a deep tiny little part of you is relieved. It knows you will be okay in the end. That tiny part also knows you will eventually sigh when you look back at all of this. You will guilt yourself for not realizing earlier, and you might feel the pain again, and oh you will cry. But you know, deep down, you will be relieved. Because you will be fine.

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mankers · 1 year

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Robert Pattinson on the stage without knowing what the hell he's doing there, in retro Grunge style

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nyeddleblog · 2 years

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My Fanfics so far...!

Hello, I know I haven't uploaded much in here for a while, but I would like to share to you my upcoming projects in case you're interested. I normally use Wattpad, because it's the platform I'm most used to (I've been using it since I was eleven years old); and it's the one that gives me the tools to conceptualize my stories the way I want to.

(I know people don't really think that Fanfiction is real writing, but for me it is! And I conceptualize my whole stories, create my characters very deeply and construct a whole universe around them. You could also check my pinterest to check their respective moodboards because, being a designer, conceptualization is everything for me)

Most of these have only one or two chapters uploaded, but the whole story is settled and I only have the writing left.

Amortentia. (A Marauders Fanfiction)

A story in which a muggleborn tries to get a grasp on her surroundings and gains more reasons to fear the unknown, as well as it slowly lures her in. Settled during the Marauders era, and going from first year to the years after Hogwarts.

LIRWELL AND ANGEL'S PORT SERIES.

The Lirwell and Angel's Port series is a saga of Fanfictions intertwined, that occur inside the same universe, and mainly inside the city "Lirwell" and the town "Angel's Port". It's filled with horror and paranormal shit because that's my jam. Both cities are fictional and created by me. It has a lot of lore, so I would recommend to read them all. Coven. (A My Chemical Romance Fanfiction) A story settled in 2008. It's a paranormal college Au, in which the band sees themselves tangled with a coven of witches inside an unsettling city where everything seems to go wrong. Copycat. (An Andrew Garfield, Robert Pattinson and Tom Sturridge Fanfiction) A story settled in 2014. It's about a horror podcast and how their hosts keep defying the current serial killer in the city that keeps coming closer and closer to them. Demonia. (An Oscar Isaac Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day, where Simone and Oscar work together but she slowly submerges into paranoia when she starts studying demonology. Truth. (A Kit Harington Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day. It's about an ambitious journalist lured by the darkness that surrounds this city and a young policeman that keeps giving testimony of extraterrestrial sightings. Poltergeist. (A Tom Holland and Timothée Chalamet Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day. About a three college students living inside a haunted house, where one believes, one doesn't and the other is just tired. Unknown. (A Finn Wolfhard Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day. This story is about a girl who is new in town, discovering the marveling world surrounding her, and a boy trying to lure her into hunting cryptids with him. Blood. (A Louis Partridge Fanfiction) A story settled in the present day, where Pascal finds Louis, who disappeared a week before, and shelters him from the serial killer who kidnapped him.

Chaos. (A Marvel Fanfiction)

Gabriela Espiga is a fashion designer who doesn't know how to say no, and has to create a full set of suits for different superheroes to get their protection.

Creation. (Another Marvel Fanfiction)

In which a group of girls that should have died gains superpowers and try to create a group to help each other.

Cryptic (A Moon Knight Fanfiction)

In which Victoria Martínez is scammed and sees herself forced to share an apartment with a crappy roommate as she slowly falls in love with the neighbor next door. (Don't be fooled, it's quite dark)

I Fell In Love With a War. (An Adrian Chase Fanfiction)

In which Jolene Singh is being blackmailed by her boss but Vigilante offers to kill him; but her emotional instability surpasses her.

Watercolor Eyes. (An Edward Nashton Fanfiction)

In which Edward Nashton and Amelia Lin met each other when they were little and now she became everything he hates.

A Cure I Know. (A Battinson Fanfiction)

In which Bruce Wayne has to deal with an eleven year old girl appearing on his doorstep and calling him dad; and his PR Manager keeps bothering him about being more 'approachable'. (Based on this post)

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maiapattinson · 2 years

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JUST FEEL IT//CHAPTER 25

As 1 week has passed, 2 months have passed since Harry happened, I may still be recovering but I'm a little better than before to be more exact and if it depends I wouldn't be. I started to leave the room more often, I went back to my house, sometimes I visit Harry with flowers he would like. I could be in the last phase of grief, acceptance, I knew my son would never come back and I knew I would remember him forever. It was the most beautiful and pure chapter of my life and it will continue to be, my parents call me everyday asking me about my day or how I'm doing. I went back to drinking. Robert, we don't pull away but it seems like we're the line of distances, everyday or when he gets it he lies next to me, puts his arms around my waist and falls asleep with me. Something in both of us has changed and we know that our relationship has gone downhill, we are distant and sometimes a little close. We no longer have the issue of love at the moment, he always comes back late and already tired I can't judge him I arrived like this, I think the relationship is no longer the same, we are both healed and now it's time for new air. I love Robert but I love him enough to let him go.

⎯ How was his day? ⎯ look at him ⎯ Rehearsals with Dior, interview for a magazine, no big deal ⎯ he answers ⎯ And yours?

⎯ Looking for a job and talking to Noah a few times ⎯ sigh ⎯ Don't look at me like that, I lost that huge job and there's no turning back.

⎯ Come home, to our house, you and I.

⎯ Our relationship is so far from us ⎯ I reply ⎯ Robert, I think we should take it easy, all over again.

⎯ You know ⎯ he gets up

⎯ That's your problem Robert, we hardly ever talk to each other and when we do it's just to say "it's ok".

⎯ As if you were the right one here, right ⎯ he replies ⎯ You closed in on me, before it was you and me Y/n and now we're not even half of it!. Do you think this is how I want to live this way!?

⎯ If you can forget about our son faster than me, congratulations Robert �� I get up ⎯ For me this shit is still in my head ok!

⎯ Stop using our child for excuses!

⎯ HE DIED ROBERT! ⎯ shout at him ⎯ OUR SON IS DEAD!

It was a little easier to say it out loud than to think and state the sentence in thought.

⎯ We need time.

⎯ I'll get my things and leave ⎯ he enters the room and I stare at the floor until the cell phone rings and I look

"Yara" the name flashed on Robert's cell phone screen, why was she calling him at 9 pm on a Friday? Wouldn't he be cheating on me or something? I go to my room and stop him.

⎯ You know when I stayed with you when Kristen cheated on you, you said you would never do the same Robert and you saw the state you were in that fucking day! ⎯ he looks at me ⎯ So why the fuck, at this time of night my stepsister is fucking calling you!?

⎯ It's nothing you're thinking about.

⎯ I swear Robert, I hope this is a fucking lie ⎯ I touch your face ⎯ Tell me this is all a lie Please tell the truth.

He looks at me with that same look as when he was wrong with me, he takes my hand and I take a deep breath.

⎯ I'm not cheating on you ⎯ he speaks and I hand him the ringing cell phone

⎯ Answer Robert, please ⎯ he answers and turns on the sound

- Hi blondie, how are you?

- Why are you calling me at this time Yara?

- Wow, how bad, I missed my favorite brother-in-law

- Miss what?

- You know, of our nights, you and I together. In that motel remember?

⎯ Robert ⎯ I sigh looking at him

- There's nothing like a motel Yara, are you delirious?!

- Yes, yummy, I'm delirious later that night! He hangs up his cell phone and throws it on the bed and hugs me.

⎯ Please don't go please ⎯ he asks hugging me ⎯ Sorry fuck sorry, please, please Y/n don't go away!

⎯ Let me go ⎯ I speak without a voice

⎯ Please Y/n, it was a please moment and it wasn't like that...

⎯ LEAVE ME THE FUCK! ⎯ I take the air

⎯ Please ⎯ he whispers and I push him away ⎯ Let's talk please.

⎯ I was guarding and mourning our son and you betraying me Robert!? ⎯ I speak indiguinated ⎯ OUR SON DIED AND YOU TRAINED ME!?

⎯ I DON'T BETRAY YOU!

⎯ Oh no, you didn't cheat on me Robert, really? ⎯ I approach him ⎯ Was what she said a lie? Or did I hear wrong!? Go SPEAK!

⎯ I DON'T BETRAY YOU! ⎯ he insists

⎯ So what the fuck did you do to her Robert? ⎯ clean my face ⎯ Please speak for your remaining dignity!

⎯ I went out with her a few times and... A... We talked and she understood me!.. ⎯ he responds stuttering

⎯ So she understands you!?, really Robert?! ⎯ I sit on the bed ⎯ We were going to get married, I was going to try a child again Robert and you go and do this with my sister!? ⎯ he kneels in front of me

⎯ There was no sex I promise, it was just drinking and nothing else ⎯ he starts crying

⎯ Please don't go away, please go away.

⎯ The same thing they've done to you is doing to me.

⎯ I don't betray you, for our son Y/n!

⎯ STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM!

⎯ I'm sorry, please ⎯ he takes my hand ⎯ Forgive me, please!

⎯ Take your things and get out of here Robert.

⎯ Please Y/n, let me explain please ⎯ he insists.

⎯ I won't repeat, take your things and leave ⎯ the eye ⎯ You're dead to me Robert Pattinson.

And there I was as a child, lonely and afraid, how my parents separated in front of me, how I wished it never happened and did. You died for me Robert and you will stay dead.

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imagine--if · 2 years

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Hm promt 14 with Batman! who doesn't love a fluffy emo Batman

A/N: I sure as hell love fluffy emo Bat 🦇🖤 here you are!!

Pairing: Battinson x reader (The Batman 2022)

Prompt: "Oh- I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you..." "It's alr- why are you so close to my face, honey?"

Words: 343

You know he has trouble sleeping at night, getting back home at extremely late hours of The Batman has finished his vigilante work. You briefly wake up to him slipping in bed behind you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you snugly against him as he attempts to doze off with you.

This time, Bruce just can’t get to sleep. So he stops trying, and turns his attention to you, your face, as you roll over in your sleep to face him and lean against him. He expertly, gently, tucks a few loose strands of hair away from your face, studying the freckles and tones and beauty that makes you… well, you. And that’s all he wants.

You didn’t realise that this was one of the main ways Bruce Wayne calms himself after stressful nights and demanding days, but after drifting awake, you’re just about ready to relax into sleep again…

Until you realise how close Bruce’s figure actually is, shadowy and darkened by the night’s lighting. His fingers hover against your cheeks, mesmerised and concentrated peacefully, before his deep eyes widen a fraction in realisation as you open your own.

"Oh- I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you..." he stutters in a mumble, and you smile tiredly.

"It's alr-” you stop speaking when he moves his hand hesitantly away from your face, and you laugh slightly a you press yourself impossibly closer to him. “Why are you so close to my face, honey?"

You can tell Bruce is blushing at being caught red handed, and he looks away as he tries to find the words.

“I just… I like… memorising you?” He seems unsure of his words, them always not being enough when he tries to express himself, his incomprehensible love, leaving him annoyed with himself but soothed slightly by your amused, happy response.

“You do?”

Bruce nods. “It helps. I like… I like it like this. Us. Like this.”

You smile grows, and you nestle yourself comfortably in his arms. “I like us like this too, Bruce.”

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Can I humbly ask for kiss 48. with Battinson and a female reader?

You may ask and you shall humbly get Anon.

Pairing: Battinson x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, dating, nervous kisses, nervous Bruce Wayne, gentleman Bruce Wayne

Word count: 0.6k

Ao3

A/N: More Battinson fluff is always good for the soul.

48. kisses with trembling lips

Bruce was never the most... social guy you've ever met. In fact when you first met he barely spared you a few words. He was rather closed off, always in a hurry, almost avoiding the spotlight. Which is pretty hard considering he was a Wayne after all and there were certain things expected of him.

But you persisted and started to chip away at the shield around his heart little by little. Now you even manage to get a smile out of him, which by some is considered impossible.

You almost thought it was a joke when Bruce asked you out to dinner. Only Bruce Wayne doesn't make jokes, so it couldn't be that. A dream maybe? It wouldn't be the first time you dreamt about him. Although he's not usually so nervous in those so the only option left was that this was real.

The whole time Bruce tried to play it off as thanks for doing such a good job at your workplace.

"Are you sure this is just dinner? Or are you trying to bribe me to come work for you? Bribes wouldn't look too good for you Bruce." You give him a teasing smile as you look over the menu. The place was damn expensive.

Bruce shakes his head in amusement, "No such thing. And if I was I wouldn't be so obvious about it."

"Good to know. I'll look for other signs then." Bruce hides his laugh behind his hand as the waiter comes over to your table. To Bruce's credit he had started going out more than usual, no longer the quite the mysterious, shut-in billionaire he once was.

That being said he still kept his secrets, you knew. Well maybe he'll open up to you in time. This was only your first official date after all.

Ever the gentleman Bruce offered to walk you home, even offering you his arm to hold if you wanted to. It was sweet, especially when you saw the little blush appear on his cheeks for a moment.

You could see wheels turning in his head when he walked you to the door, his eyes shifting to it and then back to you.

"I... this was nice." He pressed his lips together, "Thank you for indulging me tonight. I'd like to do this again."

"Well you certainly know how to treat a lady. But perhaps something a little more active next time?" His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "Get your mind out of the gutter Bruce!" You barely stifle a laugh, "I meant dancing."

"Oh! Right. Of course. I would love to. Not much of a dancer though, I'm afraid." He gave a small smile and a shrug.

"I'm sure you're a fast learner." His smile widens, eyes shimmering with sudden glee.

"You have no idea." The deeper tone of his voice caught you off guard along with sending some... pleasant tingles up your spine, making your cheeks flushed. Bruce seemed to have seen this as he was suddenly back to his normal self, clearing his throat, "Uh... I'll call you then, is that alright?" His hand reached for yours, bringing it close to his lips before he paused.

You felt Bruce's warm breath on your skin, only making your blush deeper. When you looked closer you saw that his lips were shaking. God, he was nervous about kissing your hand! Could he be more adorable. He glanced at you briefly, waiting for you to nod, and only then did his lips make contact with the back of your hand. His kiss was a little prickly due to his stubble but his lips were soft, much softer than you expected, and warm.

"Until then." He gave you another small smile as he let go of your hand, disappearing down the street.

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yeollie-plz · 5 months

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Misc. Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Here is all of my miscellaneous fics in one place!

All gif credits to owners!

Key: Fluff - ☁️ Angst - ☆ Smut - ☾

Robert Pattinson

Moodboards:

Devils Roll The Dice, Angels Roll Their Eyes | ☆

Andrew Garfield

Stories:

Not Exactly As Planned | 900 words | ☁️☆

Andrew x GN! Reader

Stu Macher

We Can't Just Be Friends | 500 words | ☆

Ex! Stu Macher x GN! Reader

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alexawhatstheweathertoday · 2 years

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Yall got any Robert Pattinson fanfic recommendations? I haven’t been able to find many.

#robert pattinson fanfiction #robert pattinson imagine #robert pattinson x reader #robert patterson #robert pattinson

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allfandomstan · 1 year

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After Dark~(Batman x Vigilante reader), Chapter 2.

Read Chapter 1! Find it on my ‘posts’..

Genre: Action, Mystery, Crime, Noir.

Setting: The Iceberg Lounge from ‘The Batman’ 2022.

Warnings: Swearing, minor sexual harassment, minor violence, mention of adult themes, dark themes.

Word count: 4.6k

Author Notes: Hi guys, its me again! Back with another chap!! I was dying to get this one done cuz I’ve procrastinated enough😫…Anyways, this is kinda a chill chapter compared to the last one(Vengeance and reader get to know eachother a bit) and I hope you enjoy! Pls let me know what you guys think.

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You were currently in your apartment, going through the events from the previous night. You just witnessed a high-scale murder of Gotham’s very own Mayor to be exact.

And you also ran into him..

You were still in your home clothes which was just an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You were slumped on the living room couch with a tub of instant noodles in hand. Quick fixes had to do. You wrote down the events from the previous night into your diary, the one you keep for your work. This way it allows you to recollect vital moments and distinguish key information you may need later. You had to force yourself to remember..

You kept writing and recollecting when you heard a loud buzz come from your burner phone. Putting down your pen slowly, you curiously picked up the phone.

The message came from an unknown number. Wait..

That must be him.

So, He did notice the tiny piece of paper that you slyly slid into the side of his belt after all?

Grinning you open up the message…

“It’s me”

Your grin widened upon the realisation that it was actually him. He actually bothered to contact you. Well, why wouldn’t he?

You start typing slowly.

You just have to hold your ground when it comes to him. You can’t risk giving away too much information.. Even though he probably did a whole-ass background check on you already.

“Who’s me?”, you respond back mockingly, even though you already knew who it was. Not a minute was wasted, as he responded right after:

“You know who it is”…

“Do I really?”

You chuckled to yourself at the way you teased him. Alright, maybe you should stop.

“Alright, alright I got you Bat”.

You gave up joking around and got down to business. Inhaling deeply, you ask:

“What do you want?”

“I want to see you”.

Ok, now you figured he was genuinely interested. Or maybe just curious.

“Why?”, you type, aiming to get a reason out of him even though you knew already. You had to admit, you wanted to hear it come from him.

“Because of what you said.. about cooperation. And because I know what you saw.”

“And?”

“And maybe we can get somewhere with it?”

Wow, he caught on rather fast. The little giving your number trick did work well, and it worked almost instantly. Shit, it worked like that most of the time when it came to men.

“Fine… where?”

Now this was getting serious. He wanted to see you again and you know he meant business. Well, so do you. ‘Was he gong to interrogate you even further or was he going to cooperate?’

Uncertainty filled you to the very core but you couldn’t miss the chance you get to know him even more. Not that you knew very much about him to begin with. You always wondered who the man behind the mask was.

‘Who was this caped crusader that head been haunting the nights of Gotham for the past two years?’

‘Who was he under there?’

‘What were his motives?’

‘Why did he love this godforsaken city so much?’

‘Why does he want to protect it?’

Oh what you would do to find out. The curiosity bubbling inside you must be subdued, but it only will when you find the truth. But you had to be patient. Couldn’t get too nosy or he just might shut you out completely and maybe call this whole thing off. Without pondering much further you decided to keep engaged in the conversation:

“Oh are you sure about that?”

“Yes”

“Fine, but where can we possibly meet up?”

“The Iceberg”

Ok, hold the fuck on right now. He wanted to meet up with you in the Iceberg Lounge? Where all the fucking crackheads, crime lords and corrupt cops go to? Shit, that’s the sketchiest place in Gotham. Or even the planet, in your opinion. But nevertheless, that place hit too close to home.. Way too close. And that’s exactly why you hated it.

“You want to meet up in the goddamn Iceberg Lounge?”

“Yes. I got some things to deal with”

“What things?”

“That’s none of your business”.

To be honest, when he put it that way you kind of knew what he was talking about. C’mon you knew that place way too well..

“It’s the Penguin, right?”. You waited for him to respond. He must be baffled. You were able to read right through him…

After a minute, he responds with:

“Like I said, that’s none of your business”.

Heh, how rude. But you didn’t blame him though. Anyone who came to deal with the Penguin had to keep it incognito.

“Fine”, you respond. You knew there was no use in trying to interrogate him. He just won’t budge.

“See you there at 9”

“Umm, where exactly?”

“The 44 below”

“Shit, you want me to venture into danger zone?. Damn, I won’t even be surprised if I were to be murdered in there. And besides, you’ll just walk into the 44?

“Just do as I say”

“You really don’t care what happens to me, don’t you sweetie?”

“Just.. trust me”.

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Back at his cave, Bruce was watching you. He was watching what happened the previous night on his big computer, after attaching his eye lens to the flash drive. He was watching through what he saw with his own eyes. His eyes scanned your face seeking recognition, but he received nothing. He certainly haven’t seen you around and definitely not once in the two years he served as Batman.

‘Who was this mysterious woman and what did she want?’

He let his eyes wander over your features, letting his gaze linger a little longer. He took note of your eyes and how they had a beautiful darkness in them, very much like his own. You were clearly angry, hurt and disturbed in some way like him. But nevertheless, he found you quite beautiful, and he didn’t want to admit it. He let his eyes wander over your fierce eyes, your little pointed nose, your blush cheeks and your defined jawline. And then he caught sight of your lips. They were lush, plumped and a deep maroon in colour. They looked soft…

Shit. He was getting carried away.

“Stop It Bruce!”, he mutters to himself, frustrated because he was getting distracted by this woman who he doesn’t even know the name of..

“Is that a friend I see?”

upon the realisation of his butler in the room, Bruce whips his head around frantically, glaring at Alfred. “I didn’t see you there”

“And I didn’t see her before. Who is she?”

Bruce lets out a heavy exhale, clearly irritated by Alfred’s intrusion.

“I don’t know”, he responds, voice filled with hesitancy. The butler gave Bruce a long, searching look. “If you want to invite her over for tea or something I-“, Alfred was cut off by Bruce.

“It’s not like that, she’s not a friend”.

Cutting off all of Alfred’s suspicions. Well, at least now he’s clear. “Oh well, okay”, Alfred said, looking down at the dark, tiled floor.

“You really shouldn’t sneak up on me like that”, Bruce said eyeing the butler.

“And you shouldn’t be caved up in this God forsaken terminal all day. You missed breakfast.”

Bruce let out a long and heavy sigh, indicating he was no longer interested in this conversation. “Alfred.. It’s what I do-“

“And It’s taking a toll on you!”, Alfred said out of pure frustration and concern.

“Alfred please..You’re not my Father”.

Fuck.. That wasn’t meant to come out like that. Yeah, the sleepless nights were really starting to take a toll on him. The butler just stared at him, wide-eyed and obviously a little hurt. But despite Bruce’s shockingly true statement, Alfred just responds with: “ Yes, that is very much understood”. By his strained voice, Bruce could very much understand that he has hurt Alfred. He’s gonna have to make up for it later. “Alfred, I-“

“No, no I insist. You carry on with your.. work”.

And with that, Alfred walks off to the elevator to leave. He spares Bruce one last glance over the shoulder and says:

“Hopefully we’ll see each other for dinner”…

Bruce lets out a heavy sigh. Again. Was his life really this dark and gloomy? He really needed to improve on his relationships, especially with the only family he had..

****

You stood outside the Iceberg Lounge, waiting to get in. You were standing in the queue for the club, which was filled with random civilians, most probably druggies and alcoholics who can’t get their life together. Here you were wearing a crimson red strapless corset top, with a black, tight mini skirt that showed off your curves spectacularly. You were wearing sky high black heels, and carried a elegant red handbag to carry your things in, including the little knife that you took with you everywhere. It had become a habit.. And it was part of your identity now. Besides, one can’t be too careful in a city like Gotham…

You had your hair down and styled to the side, and you had the perfect makeup for the occasion. Some smoky eyes and red lipstick did the job perfectly. It worked for the appeal. A little too well..

“Hey baby”.

A tall, lanky man with several golden teeth approached you. He smelt of cigarettes and weed. “Hey”, you say, trying to sound bored and aloof clearly not interested in further conversation. “You look nice tonight.. You single?” He snickered flirtatiously at the last line, inching closer to you. You could feel his hot cigar smelling breath on your face. It was sickening.

You moved back a bit, disgusted by the man’s advances. “Umm, no..”

You knew it was a lie, but you hoped it would falter his disgusting intentions ever so slightly. But you were wrong..

He hungrily eyed you up and down, his gaze penetrating your body and scanning over your features and curves, especially your ass. “Well that’s an awful shame.. I mean whoever that lucky bastard is, I envy him.. or her”. He let out a low chuckle.

“Heh, thanks for the compliment”.

“No problem, princess”.

you turned away from him, trying to put a stop to the conversation but then you felt a calloused hand grabbing your forearm. “And hey if you uh, ever feel lonely or just wanna have some fun.. Come over to Daddy, I’ll be right there waiting for you”.

You glared up at him, annoyed. Did this fucker not get the hint?

“Umm, thanks but I think I’m fine-“

“Oh are you sure, honey? You look like you could use some-“

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure thanks”..

You were now starting to lose patience with this guy. His grip on your arm grew ever so slightly.

You tried to yank your arm away but he wouldn’t let you. He grabbed on even tighter.

“Woah, woah, woah.. What’s the hurry for sweetheart?”

Grabbing your forearm, he brought you closer to him. His hand reached for your ass-

“Don’t touch me asshole!”

you tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go of your arm. As retaliation, his hand went up behind you to slap your bottom. He wanted to provoke you even further.

“What’s wrong babe? No one’s gotta find out!”. His voice was laced with pure cockiness.

With one swift move of your free hand, you punched the guy in the face. Instantly blood started leaking from the man’s nose, dripping down his mouth and chin and onto his brown leather jacket. Oof, that must’ve hurt. And that is what you intended, anyways.

“You little slut!”, screeched the man and lunged toward you. His hand latched onto your throat. “Listen here you-“

A hard slap right to the face was all he received from you.

He stumbled back, bumping into another man.

“Oi, watch were you’re going mate!”

Annoyed, the man pushed your attacker back. A fight ensued between them and all you could hear was yelling and shouting.

A crowd was beginning to form, encouraging the fight.

“Finish him!” “Take his eyes out!!” “C’mon dude, you can do it!”

You didn’t know who the crowd was rooting for but you didn’t want to stick around and find out. You just wanted to get into the nightclub and get your job done with. You’d much rather be with Vengeance than with these nut jobs.

You used the distraction as the perfect opportunity to cut ahead of people and get into the Lounge. There wasn’t a proper line anymore, as everyone was dispersed and running to get into the crowd to get a better look. “Losers”, you mumbled to yourself as you walked forward, towards the entrance of the Lounge. There you met two bouncers, who were clearly identical twins… Shit.. Not them again.

One of them caught sight of you walking up, and eyed you closely..

“Hey lady, you know what’s going on back there?”

“Nothing, just two dickheads getting it on”, you respond coolly, as if you totally didn’t cause the fight.

“Ahh ok.. Well then, what are you here for, ma’m?”

He eyed you up and down suspiciously.

“To have a good time like everyone else, obviously”, you say fluttering your lashes.

“She’s lying”, whispers the other twin into his ear.

“Yeah, you seem kinda fishy lady”.

You arch your brow. “Well, why?”

“Fuck I dunno, maybe cuz you’re the only one who didn’t run to join the crowd”

“Oh c’mon, why the fuck would I wanna see that?”

“Because you caused it?”

“Yeah, she caused it!” whispers the other twin a bit too loudly that you wondered why he even bothered to whisper. After what seemed like ages pass by, you were starting to get pretty restless. You had to make up an efficient lie that’ll convince these two bozos to let you in.. And Bingo. You knew exactly what to say.

You walked closer to them, slowly.. Lowering your voice to a sultry timbre, you say: “Hey, you wanna know something?”

The twins look at each other confused. One nods for you to continue.

“I’m actually here for Oz”.

“Here for Oz?”

“Yeah I’m here for him, if you know what I mean”, you chuckle playfully, fluttering your lashes.

They go still, trying to process what you said. You gave them a minute because you knew they were known to be a bit retarded.

“Ohhh” one of them speaks up after an eternity of thought. You fidget around, twirling your hair and fluttering your lashes. “Alright, sorry ma’m we didn’t know you were-“

“Oh it’s fine, it’s just that Oz doesn’t like his sessions delayed”, you chuckle.

“Yeah umm, come on right in”. One of them hastily holds the door open for you, consumed with guilt.

“Thanks boys!”.

****

“One martini coming right up!”, chirped the bartender rather gleefully. Damn, she was an awful lot positive for a Gothamer, it kind of creeped you out.

You were inside the club, after lying about being the Penguin’s prostitute which was fucking sadistic, but it served you good, nevertheless.

‘Where the hell is he?’. You were here for about 20 minutes and you were starting to get restless..

you suddenly heard loud screams and curses escaping people’s mouths.

“Get him!”

“Don’t let him fucking escape!!”.

you whipped your head around frantically to see what was causing all the commotion. You saw a black, armoured figure running around and beating the absolute shit out of people. Oh. That’s what he meant when he said he’ll meet you at the 44. Fucking lunatic.

He took the men down, one by one with such ease and grace. How did he fucking move like that? Especially in heavy plated armour? The man had to be some kind of combat God.

You see him abruptly come to a stop once he sees a round, plump man in front of him. Which was none other than Oswald fucking Cobblepot, a.k.a the notorious Penguin.

A conversation happens between them and then Vengeance heads up with Penguin to his dorm. You supposed it had to do with whatever he had to ‘deal’ with.

****

“I’m on the roof”

“How the hell am I supposed to get up there?”

“There’s stairs at the very back”.

Sighing, you walk towards the exit. Whatever dealings Batman was conducting in Cobblepot’s dorm was now dealt with and now he wanted to see you.

You exited the building and now the cold, night air stung you. It was so much different from the hot, moist and suffocating atmosphere inside the Lounge. You walked to the back of the building to find a long stairway which led to the roof of the building. This was going to be a pain in the ass, especially with heels.

Taking in a deep breath to soothe your nerves, you started going up the set of stairs. You climbed slowly up the stairs thinking about what you wanted to gain from the little meeting with Batman.

Once you reached the top, you slowly walked in, looking around yourself for any signs of human presence. He was nowhere to be seen. Where was he?

“Hello?”, you called out, hoping to get some form of response.

You looked around impatiently. The cold chilly air was getting to you, and you were underdressed for the weather. It was probably going to rain soon.

Letting out an irritated groan, you pull out your burner phone and start typing.

“Where are you for God’s sake?”

Just as you were about press send, you were startled by a voice talking to you.

“You actually came”.

You almost jumped out of your skin. It was him..

Whipping your head around frantically, you send him a panicked glare. You took a moment to take a deep breath and compose yourself before saying:

“Jesus Christ. You really know how to sneak up on girls in the dark”.

“Yeah.. I do”.

He walks closer to the light, out of the shadows and now you see him fully in view. He was still towering over you by a couple fucking feet. “So?”, You ask trying to get to the point.

“You never told me the truth about why you were at Mitchell’s house”

“Oh, I don’t think we need to go there”, you stated.

He gives you a hard stare, calculating and inspecting.

“What? You said our meeting was conclusion based, not a freaking interrogation!. How’d you feel if I asked why you’re doing all this?”, you rant.

He lets out a heavy exhale, and glares at you.

“Exactly, that’s what I thought”, you say crossing your arms over your chest. Bruce knew you were one stubborn bitch, so he decided to get to the questions about your choice of actions later..

“What do you know about him? What’d you see?”

"What do I get from you in return?"

You wanted to know what it had in it for you. There was no way you were simply going to ‘give’ him the info.

He took a step towards you, eyeing you menacingly.

He scoffs.

"I'll make sure not to hand you in to the cops".

"aww, what a pity.. You're threatening me?"

"What if I am?"…

A long pause ensued after that.

Sighing, you decided to make a choice fast. What if you ask him directly if you could work on the case with him? It'd save a lot of time to just get to the point than trying to play mind games with this guy.

"If I tell you.. Will you let me work on the case with you undercover?"

He froze on the spot. ‘Did you take it too far?’ You didn’t care as long as it triggered some kind of outcome. You were getting tired just beating around the bush. After a minute of silence he spoke up, voice hesitant and cautious:

"It all depends on what your motives are.. So you're gonna have to answer my questions".

Damn it.. This again.

"Listen, I'm not just some creep trying to get info off the case so I could mishandle it. I'm trying to solve this case because I don't want this dick bag running around and doing the same to other people. Whoever did this, deserves to suffer.. And I will make them pay". Your voice was low and filled with hatred.

"Why do you bother?"

"I could ask the same for you"

"Don't try to dodge my questions!"

He grabbed you by the forearm to bring you closer to him so he can look straight into your eyes.

"I wanna know why a woman spies on Mitchell one day, witnesses his murder and then wants to avenge him so badly!"

"I don't give a fuck about that corrupt asshole!" you spit, your voice seething with venom.

"Then why?!"

"Because, this killer doesn't deserve no mercy!!"...

You yank your arm out of his grasp and take a step back, angrily.

"He doesn't deserve to take the lives of other people.. He can't have that power".

You looked down at the floor trying not to lose your cool. You held back the tears that were forming in your eyes.

Bruce stood still for a second, frozen in place. You looked broken.. You looked like you had the same reason he had and you wanted to unleash vengeance on those who did the wrong. You were trapped in your own hysteria of revenge.. Much like him.

He looked down, not knowing what to say.

"It's alright you don't gotta be sorry", you say sarcastically, wiping a tear that was threatening to spill.

It looked like he was empathising with you because of his sudden lack of aggressiveness. He was docile, and willing to listen further in hopes you'd reveal your story. But you just couldn't give in. Not now anyways.

Bruce took a moment to recollect his thoughts and think. Whatever you were, villain or vigilante, you sure looked desperate to solve this case. On the plus side, you had witnessed a vital part of the crime. Maybe even the whole damn thing to be honest. You might prove to be very useful, so he can’t just let you go…

"Maybe you could work with me.. And my partner".

Bingo.

You'd just made him agree. In your own terms emotions were always stronger than intellect, no matter how irrational. But you just couldn't celebrate yet.. You didn't want to work with his 'partner'. Whoever the fuck he or she was(you were damn sure it was Gordon) you weren't interested in this 3rd party business.

"Heh, Honey no... I just want you alone. Let's just say I don't do threesomes".

As you said it, you stalked closer to him flirtatiously until you were able to stare at him in the eyes and asses his feelings. He didn't give into the temptations just yet.. Instead he took a step back clearly not wanting to engage in the flirting. When he finally regains his composure (after your little advance), he speaks up again, his voice low: "Whatever dealings you have with me, my partner knows.. Its either you stick around with him or you don't get involved at all".

“What is your partner? The freaking Pope?”, you say mockingly. Was Gordon really that important after all?

“You either go by my terms or you don’t stick around, it’s as simple as that”.

“Woah woah there, chill. If you wanna have your partner around you could, I’m not gonna bite your head off.. I’ll do anything to be with you even though it means we’ll have company”. You send him a wink after that comment.

He doesn’t look away irritated, but instead stares directly at you, eyes showing the slightest sign of fascination.. Damn, this always worked when it came to men. Always. Maybe you could keep it up? That’ll help you a lot in the long run. You also didn’t mind flirting with him because he wasn’t too bad himself..

But he wasn't done with you just yet..

Quickly he transitioned back to his intimidating demeanour and gave you a stern, hard look.

"But if I find out you're manipulating the case or screwing with the evidence, I’m calling this thing off”.

“Oh baby, me screwing with evidence? Please. Remember, I got your back and I’m not supposed to be betraying you?” Your tone was once again laced with cockiness, clearly irritating him.

“Yeah, I hope you won’t”, he said in a bland tone.

You scoffed at his rather blunt statement and smirked.

“And I look forward to working with you too, Bat”.

You eyed him up and down before finally settling in on his eyes. Once again you noticed with colour of them. A deep sea blue with tiny specks of marine-green. The shade stood out strikingly against the black of his eye paint. It looked beautifully ominous.. Your gaze moved down to the lower part of his face; You took in the sight of his sharp jaw and noticed the tiny stubble forming. Your gaze shifted again to look at his eyes.. Damn it, you couldn’t get enough of them.

“Are you just gonna let me stare?” You ask, arching a brow. Bruce didn’t say anything, instead just stared into your eyes, his gaze intense. What was it with this guy and talking? He only used words when absolutely necessary.. But his eyes expressed things more than words ever could. He was an intense man.

Breaking out of his trance, Batman took another step back. He titled his head down to look at the floor before he brought it back up to look at you..

“I’ll see you”

“Yeah.. Hopefully if this fucker decides to make an appearance again”.

The Bat signal was lit up in the sky tonight meaning he was needed. He couldn’t stick around long- he had places to be. After all, Gotham was a big city. Too big even for its own good.. That meant it was also a knife-up-the ass for the vigilante in front of you; The crime came back to haunt him every night, capturing his body, mind and soul and dragging him into the depths of its inner turmoil, much like the resentment that comes back to terrorise you, delving into your blood like an unwelcome parasite. You couldn’t help it.. That’s just the way you were.

“He’ll be back”, he said looking at the Bat symbol in the sky. “And if we’re lucky, we might have another high-profile victim on the way”. His voice was dark and gruff but a hint of resolve and enthusiasm was making its way through.

You hummed in agreement, your eyes also tuned in to the light up in the sky.

“We will see each other.. Again”, He said with conviction in his voice, sure that the sadistic killer will strike again. As he said that final statement, his gaze met yours, once again captivating you.

“Oh I suppose we will”, you smile..

“If you get anything, let me know”. He indicated to the burner phone still in your hand with his index finger.

“Oh yes, definitely”.

Another smile creeps its way onto you face.. You were actually going to work with him! The very masked vigilante that had been terrorising the nights of Gotham for the past two years. Wow.. You had gotten far.

And with that he walks towards the edge of the building.. As he stands on the edge, he gives you a look over his shoulder.

“I didn’t ask for your name”.

“Call me, Red”..

He gives you one last knowing look and nods, before turning to jump off the roof. You heard the sound of grappling hooks and you ran towards the edge..

He was gone. And once again you were left alone on the roof, with your thoughts racing…

***

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