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[anotherjinxsoul]

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She/Her. -17-. virgo. Eng/esp. Gente Latino. Bruce Wayne. Derek Hale. X reader, fem!reader.

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Pairing: Battinson!Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader Content: Fluff, angst, confort, Bruce thinking he doesn't deserve good. Bruce and you are getting married, but something you say makes Bruce question a lot of things. Warnings: Sexual references.

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Bruce was pacing across the room, a little room assigned for him to change his clothes in. Alfred left a couple minutes ago to ask how much time they had left. He didn’t know what to do, he was sure he wanted this, but have to go out in front of everyone and confess the deepest feelings he had to made a spectacle of them didn't felt quite good. He felt nauseous, the mere thought of say it all for them to listen. It was gross. Have to be exposed like this just because of his name. He had just made a ball of his discourse when the door opened, the old butler stepping in to announce he was required to be out there. His steps echoed as he walked across the long hall that led to the beginning to the aisle. Soft music going down as he appeared. All the eyes landing over him, people standing to have a better saw of him. The nervousness creeping up his neck and a shiver going down his spine.

The new piece of music getting louder, ordering him to walk forward. He did, but a sudden anger making every step torturous, his feet felt like they wanted to cramp, the suit becoming tighter as the altar got closer. And once he stopped and turned to look at them again, couldn’t help but tilt his head down and press his eyes as thigh as he could before finally stand firmly there.

Then, the music went down again, all eyes left him in what was truly important there, or who was important.

You stepped into view, long dress being fixed to look perfect, in front of them and the cameras. Your face covered by an overly adorned white veil. The diamonds shining wild as you moved, every step slow and determined, your figure crossing the long hall leaving everyone speechless with the beauty of your magnificent attire. Until you reached him. There, in front of all of those strangers that were currently watching you both. He took your hand on his bigger one, taking you in front of the officiant.

The words the same as known, the sermons, the stories, the discourses….

His words came out clear and rehearsed, his brain not processing what was happening until yours came. "I, y/n, take you, Bruce Wayne, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish……

Even if death do us part."

His heart hurried his pace until it felt like it wasn’t just in his chest, every cell of his body pounding harder and harder, his gaze stretching until the only thing he could see was you. Your pretty face now being uncovered by his hands taking off the veil, the softness of your lips crashing against his.

And now you were kissing him, sitting over his lap, roaming his body with your lips as he couldn’t help but look at you with that blank expression of his.

His lack of emotion took you out of the trance of the honeymoon to just straighten over him completely serious, waiting for him to do anything. A couple seconds passed while he remained laid on the bed, not quite understanding the sudden change.

“Everything all right??” His voice was soaked in confusion, his eyes focusing over your frame for the first time in the whole day. “Love?”.

“You’re off” Your answer made him fix his posture as you got up from his lap. “All day, since the ceremony started. You weren’t there” Your explanations landed like bombs. You were right, but how could he explain his reasons??? How could he offer justifications about how his mind was NOT entirely focused on his newlywed beautiful wife???

“That’s not right” He spat, his voice too defensive for his own good. His conscience not being able to find any coherent reason to give you, so he got up. Walking towards the bathroom trying to ease the nod in his chest. Your eyes following every one of his movements as he looks for the right words. “I’m here with you”.

“No, you’re not”. The answer carried a sudden desire of violence towards your recently declared husband. “I’m literally OVER you trying to have a honeymoon and your mind didn’t even process that I was attempting to fuck you”. Now, you were in front of him, talking right in front of him, in a cute underwear that he didn’t notice you had put on.

“I…”. His apologies, or whatever he wanted to say, getting stuck midway. Now taking a step closer to the bed, sitting on the edge not trusting on his legs to stay quiet. Supporting his head between his hands as his elbows pressed over his knees. And, after what felt like an eternity, his explanation came out of his mouth so softly you almost missed it: “You said ‘even if’”.

“What?” You did listen but it didn’t make sense for you. What was exactly bad with your vows? "Well, yeah. I said 'even if', What's with it??" Your confusion soaked Bruce in this pure panic state. You had no idea of what it meant. What it COULD mean.

So he breathed, deep and slowly while he tried to catch enough courage to tell you the truth. "It means that.." a heavy sigh escaped his lips before continuing " you're not gonna go on if anything ever happens to me". The realization hit you harder than anything else. Your bone deep love, that you expressed and truly felt on those words had made him spiral about your marriage being your Cristal prison.

His sad face sunk your heart deeper in your chest, making difficult to breathe. His hands were suddenly to tight close for you to take them. So you got down, squatting to be able to reach for his face and caress his cheeks. "Bruce" you called trying to make him look at you. "That is…not exactly what that means". Your words landed soft on his ears, hope blooming at the possibility of it meaning nothing but a cute vow.

He pulled your arms softly, his touch leading you to sit on the bed, besides him. "It means…" You never thought you would need to explain the deepest feeling you ever had, so it took you a second or two to finally say: " That I would love you even if death do us apart, enough not to look for any other partner, enough to live a life being yours, even when you're not here anymore" Your felt your heart pounding too hard against your chest, and the sudden need to add anything to make it more bearable, the simple thought of him not being with you forever made your soul churn in pain. " But that's not gonna happen, you're gonna be there. With me. Forever."

Those last words were heavy to pronounce, the height of them and the possibility of them not being true. Both of you went silent, only accompanied by the soft breathing of each other. It lasted a couple of minutes until Bruce grabbed your hand, taking it to his lips to press a kiss over your knuckles.

"You can't do that." It was barely audible, but it was there. The reason you didn't want to share that though with him. His inferiority complex and that fucking idea he had about him being some kind of trap. " You need to go on, and make a new life if I'm not here anymore. You cannot stay in the past".

What a hippocrite. You thought.But you knew he meant it for your best. Because he lived the life of a man trapped in his traggic past. He knew what it meant to ot go on.

He didn't want that for you.

"That's not you decision to make." You sentenced, trying not to sound too harsh. "But I appreciate your attempts of making me leave you." The change of your tone from one serious to a jokingly one, made his heart sttuter. You truly couldn't see the consequences of such idea. He wanted to make you understand, to make you leave him and look for a better man who could give you a lot of things he wasn't going to.

But it didn't matter, did it? Not when you weren't willing to hear his reasons, not when your heart was completely filled with love for him, not when your eyes only shone when he was by your side. He wanted you to have a better life, a happier one. But he has always been such a selfish man. He needed you by his side too. So, after a long silence he turned to face you, taking your face between his hands, pressing s soft kiss to your lips.

Damn. He could understand how you made such a vow. Because he did it first, the night he fell in love with you. He promised nothing could ever make him forget you.

Not even death could do him apart from you.

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader x Platonic!Dick Grayson Content: Bruce and Dick messed up a little while you're gone, so when you're finally back you have to solve the problem. Warnings: None, just Dick crying. Poor baby.

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You said literally just one thing.

Did they listen??

No.

You had to go to Starling city and attend to gala that Queen Consolidated were hosting. Bruce obviously had to stay in Gotham so you were the chosen to represent Wayne Enterprises there. But it didn’t go as planed and you got trapped a couple of days in Starling. During those days you clearly told Bruce he shouldn’t allow Dick to take Zitka to school because he could forget the stuffed animal. Did Bruce listen??? No. So now you had little Dick crying over the phone while you are driving to the school to try to find the elephant.

“Mommy!!” He ran to you, crashing into your hug and immediately hanging like a little monkey from your neck. “I lost Zitka.” He sobbed while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

“I know, baby. Zitka is going back home. Don’t worry”. You soothe his back almost giving up on your grip on him.

By then your husband was in front of you with that ashamed face and those puppy eyes Dick taught him how to do. “Sorry” he muted while taking Dick from your arms, the kid quickly enveloped his arms around him and hiding his face now in Bruce’s neck. You tilted your head exhausted, not actually mad but tired.

“Did you call the principal??” You asked, taking your phone out of your purse to read any message you could have missed.

“Yes. He said he would be working late so we could come and look out for Zitka”. His voice softer with the guilt of letting this happen.

You three walk towards the front door, knocking to let them know you were out there. Not much later the old janitor opened the door with a loud tuck. He happily greeted you as you stepped in. Then, he guided you to the ‘lost things office’ where Zitka must be in.

But once there, Dick dug into all the lost toys and the elephant was nowhere to be found. The tears flooding your son’s eyes once again as the thought of not seeing his adored stuffed ever again came to his mind.

But, as the great detective Bruce was, he couldn’t just let it just happen. So, he asked to go to Dick’s classroom, the cafeteria and backyard. Looking at every corner with yours and Dick’s help. You three started your research across the school, but as the places Zitka could be became even less Dick’s desperation haunted him, all the restraint he was trying to show break at the fact that the stuffed wasn’t in the school. His big shiny tears soaking Bruce’s shoulder as you had to carry him to the car. Thanking profusely to the principal and janitor for their patience.

The way home was silent as your son fell asleep sad and tired. The arrival even harder as you tried not to wake him up, because if he did maybe he wouldn’t sleep all night due to the crying.

It seemed an impossible mission until you finally reached the bedroom and tucked Dick under the sheets. His little form shifting across the bed until his arms were free and hugging Zitka.

“So, that’s why Zitka wasn’t at the school”. You murmured as your head collapses into Bruce’s tense shoulder. “I think we should go to bed”.

“Definitely”. His quick agreement prints a smile on your lips as you both stepped out of your son’s room. Maybe the next time you should just go home and look into Dick’s stuff. But for now, you were going to get in bed and sleep as if you have never done before.

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What are your favourite romantic/little intimate Batcat panels? As much as I love their sexy, sensual sides with each other, I love softer more romantic moments between the two of them even more!

I love the little moments where we see him covering her with his cape casually for non protective reasons bc he’s a gentleman and loves holding on to her 🥹

Batman #78 / Batman #392 / Sirens: love hurts #4

Him immediately going to cuddle and hug her >>

Batman Black & White #4

Catwoman (2018) #34

He loves setting his head on or against hers 🥺

Batman (2016) annual #2 / Batman/catwoman special #1 / Catwoman (2011) #38 / Batman (2016) #66 / Batman: one bad day - Catwoman / Batman/catwoman special #1

if you haven’t realized yet, these two want to crawl into each other’s souls and can’t go one second without physical touch

The way he holds her arms when he gets protective or worried

Batman #323

Detective Comics (1937) #557

Jla #116 / Catwoman: Future state #2

just…soft bed cuddles

Catwoman (2018) #17 / Batman (2016) #44 / Batman/superman #4

Holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes

Batman #313 / Batman dark victory

Batman (2016) #15

They are so “I know places” 🥺

Batman #392

Batman: Dark victory

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THIS!!! Is what I meant when I say he's a clingy, protective, loving soul who just wants to know his partner is okay and with him.

His love language is definitely PHYSICAL CONTACT.🤭🤭💋💋💋😘😭

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I'm literally freaking out, like, there's a lot of people in the world and one of them said this about something I wrote.

I'm just grateful, a kiss to you 💋💋💋💋. Maybe more kisses.

I'm gonna think about the possibility of doing a part 2 but my inspiration and my capacity of write in english aren't with me all the time so....

@marliyndreams Love you💋

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Pairing: Battinson¡Bruce Wayne x Reader Content: Bruce is ruminating about how many thing he'd considered before you moving into the tower, and realizing nothing could've ever prepared him for the reality of his partner living with him. It's kinda funny think about how awkward would be for Bruce having a partner in his home, like...the man would get desperate to make everything perfect. Warnings: None, just Bruce being a little tooooooooooo cute.

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Bruce wasn’t used to the fact that he had a partner. So he never thought about what happens after bringing your partner into your home.

He surely though about the space he needed to put your clothes in the drawer or the posibility of expanding the room to give you a walk in closet. He surely though about having to step in in complete silence so the noise doesn’t disturbe your rest when he gets back early in the morning or late at night. Yeah, he though about have to buy the food and products you usually use even if he don’t buy them humself. But he thought about it.

What he didn’t thought was that not everything was as internet and research say.

Because you are not like the tipical woman. A bit of a cliché? Yeah, but he’s fucking Batman so he doesn’t exactly qualifies as the average partner either. So he didn’t contemplate to introduce you directly into his nightly activities.

He didn’t even concider the posibility of you not being like Alfred, not in a weird way, but rather as he was used to haaving company for a while and then doing whatever he needed to do, without explanations or questions.

But what he got was you wanting to wait for him down in the cave. Or you staying up until his arrival. He didn’t even imagined the posibility of enjoying your company so much that he doesn’t want to leave anymore.

He didn’t think about your laughter flooding the room when you’re doomscrolling next to him. Or the fact that you wouldn’t allow him to sleep as he were in a coffin, constantly moving his arms to hug yourself in them through the night. He didn’t considered the scent of your perfume impregnating the room when you get out to someplace. Or the smell of your shampoo soaking your pillows, just for him to smell, or just entering the room to find you sit on your bed untanglig your hair as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

He didn’t consider having to have an opinion over what you would wear for the night, which, frankly, was a problem because everything you wear is simply magnificent. Or your makeup suplies carefully arrange over the bathroom’s vanity and you popping out time to time to show him how your makeup is going hours before your leaving.

He didn’t even contemplate the way your things would appear in places you frequent when you’re at home. The fluffy blanked on the sofá, a book half way read on your night stand, some of your worksheets spread over the table or the chair next to his down in the cave.

He didn’t consider your murmurs when something bothers you, the soft breathing along the night or the mornings he would arrive to your lovingly open arms to hug him or the kisses over his face as his new alarm when he over sleeps after a rough night.

He didn’t think about a lot of things. But he loved it. Every little thing he would find around the tower. Even if it was annoying at the time, he would keep it as a reminder that you had chosen him to share your life with. Even if it was a mess of life.

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Pairing: Batmom!Reader x platonic!Damian Wayne

Content: Angst, Mayor character death, traumatic event.

Damian sees Alfred die and Bruce's blaming him for that. Batmom is there to protect their child.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, fire, child trauma, grief, loss, sadness, bad emotional management.

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The darkness of the smoke filling your lungs and covering your eyes made you nauseous, the way the fire serpents towards your face burning you. The way the cracking sound of the wood floods the surroundings. Drowning your screaming into the loud ashes. How could this happen?

Your suit covered your body but not your mind, the sight of the little one carrying the man out of the fire, the blood pooling in his hands as he desperately tried to stop it, calling for help that cannot do anything to change what has already happened. That hurt more than any bullet ever could.

You run towards his body, embracing him and tearing his grip from the butler. His voice hoarse, breath hitched because of the effort and the tears prickling his eyes. His arms and legs fight against your grip, a useless attempt of going back to him. The movements stopped at the far sound of the motor getting closer to them,  standing there, eyes glued to the scene.

You don't let go of the child but couldn't help feeling like a traitor at not being able to stop the man from seeing it too. His face is set in sadness, tense with the knowledge of what the price is. Of having seen your father die and do nothing to stop it. Again.

"Why didn't you follow my orders?" There. the confrontation came cold and sharp, announcing the beginning of his search for the one to blame. "Why didn't you just listen for once?".

His voice carved a hole in your chest as the little body trembled in complicated feelings down in the concrete. The guilt printed in his face as he couldn't look at the eyes of his father. "Why couldn't you just wait for us to arrive?". Judging by the way the words were rolling off his tongue you could see he wasn't going to stop until his anger got all out. And you wouldn't allow it to go towards the kid.

"It's enough" You say while physically interposing between them. But immediately after you stepped in Bruce snaps at you.

"Don't get in between!!" His voice was the one he commonly uses to make the children behave, as an order from a superior and you weren't someone under his order for him to treat you like that. So as it is natural you raise your voice too.

"Don't tell me what to do!!"

"Then don't interfere"

"I'm gonna interfere if you snap at him like it's his fault." And just like that the punch in the gut came right and easy, without a mental shield to protect your heart. "He's just a child!!"

"A child who had an order to follow!!"

"You're putting too much over his shoulders!!"

"He's my son so I'm going to call him out as I see it is convenient!!" His eyes wide a little at the realization of what he said, not directly but it was implied he wasn't yours to have a word over him, the words were already out so it didn't make sense to pretend he didn't say them. He pressed his jaw until it was almost locked and before trying to reach out for you. At the rise of his arms you give a step back towards Damian, who was still in the ground.

He was crying silently while you both were arguing. Poor kid. You kneel next to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, pulling him upwards to make him stand. He follows your movements with no complaints. You walk past Bruce, not looking directly at his eyes.

"You should know what the guilt over the shoulder of a kid feels like." Your face wrapped in rage. "I'm going to the warehouse near the bay" you announce as you walk past him."Don't get close until you can control your mouth". Your face clearly is full of anger, and hurt, but you're not going to show that to him. No. You have to make sure your child is safe and protected.

Because no matter what Bruce says, even if it comes from a place built of sadness, he's yours as the others are, even if they weren't in your womb, even if you didn't see their first steps or first words. They are yours in a way only the pain can reach. Which you wish wasn't like that, but it is. Cruel and true as it can be.

Your car hums as you turn the key. Damian is tucked in the back seat, a fluffy blanket that you always carry around his body, trying to make him get a little sleep.

The way is silent, not even a sob from the little one. Your heart aches every time you look at him through the rear view mirror, asking yourself how life can be so heavy for some children. How can life be so unfair for some?

You knew Alfred was the closest thing he had to a friend, they understood each other in a way no one could comprehend. And now, he is gone.

Buildings blur into the sky as you get faster, one by one passing across your eyes and disappearing into the darkness of the night, lonely streets share the pain of your chest as Gotham sleeps under control of those whose lives are not more than madness.

Once you reach the warehouse, you finally turn to see Damian. He's still unmoved, his eyes empty as they look at the back of your seat.

"Damian, baby??" You softly speak, trying to call his attention. Your hands motherly attempt to reach out for him but at the gaze of you getting closer he suddenly talks.

"Do not touch me". His warning is sharp, teeth gritting while the words get out. "You're not my mother". Quite curious. It should've hurt but it didn't, he was doing what his father used to do. Push everyone further because he believed, truly believed, that the people he cared for were in danger by the mere presence of him.

"Common". You push further." Let's get inside. It's dangerous out here". But his body jerks in rejection, jumping out of the car as fast as he can, barely touching you. You follow without invading his space but as fast as you notice he's not going into the house you stop."Damian".

"You can get inside, I'm going to investigate". Funny, almost as his father.

"You're not going anywhere, kiddo. So get in". You take a step closer, imposing your presence without triggering anything, even if it's more likely you're testing his patience. "I know you're grieving but that doesn't make you automatically the one and only solver of all of this".

"How could you know?". His voice is soaked in this bittersweet feeling in which you know he's open to listening but it's going to make it difficult.

"Because I'm an adult. Now get in and we can talk".

"Do not give me orders"

"I'm not giving you an order I'm asking nicely if we can go inside before some madman comes for us". The statement fell over his ears, immediately making him stop and tilt his head down. Not much later you hear the first sob. A sound too full of pain for a boy of his age. The shaking didn't take much time after that, the sobbing soon being accompanied by big and shiny tears. At the sight of him being this fragile you get closer again, embracing him into a hug.

He wanted to push you, desperately, but your warmth was so fiercely enveloping him that he chose to let himself fall into it. He felt your arms press his body even more, it gave him the stability he needed to finally let everything go.

His hands flew to practically strangle your waist, trying to comfort himself into your chest." I tried" he cries, you gut churn at the thought of him believing it was his fault." I swear. I tried to save him but I could....It was...." The desperate sobbing and strangle breathing don't let him finish, but you don't want to hear what he was going to say, it wasn't his responsibility to carry.

"Shhhh" You coo him. Stroking his back while tenderly carrying him inside. He's still light enough for you to lift him in your arm, with too much effort but you get to hold him in your arms as you enter the house.

The space is all home decorated and established as if a normal family lived there. Soft light falls over you two. The kid grabbed you by the neck as a life line. You close the door behind with all the locks you can. Your steps heading towards the big sofa where you sit with Damian still in your arms, you stroke his back, his hair, giving kisses to his temple and hugging him as long as he allows you to.

The clock's soft clicking and the low whispers of comforting words moved the silence out. The hitched breathings continue their pace until the little one takes one deep breath and tears himself apart from you.

Sitting in your lap he dries the remaining pats of the tears from his cheeks, trying to look composed while pretending nothing happened. Your hands raised to help him clean his face, grabbing it to make him look at you in the eyes.

"None of this is your fault..."

"But I was..." He truly believes he had to explain why he wasn't on time. You couldn't even think about a reason that was reasonable enough for you to hear those explanations.

"Damian" You called, not mean just grounding" You do NOT have any responsibility over this, 'kay?" He listens with more attention. Still trying to keep his tears inside of him."You tried, but things happen we cannot always be on time even if we are the best in this, nothing can control what has to happen".

"I know you don't believe in destiny or similar. But there's things that cannot be explained, and sometimes it is okay to let them go and pretend that it always had a purpose. Even if it's unfair". He looked at you with those green emerald eyes that stole your heart, just to pronounce the hurtful word of Bruce.

"Father doesn't think the same. He said it was my fault". Sadness comes in waves after that, you can see how his eyes glisten and dry over and over again until you hug him again. He lets you.

"Your father loves you as much as he can, and loves Alfred too. He was his father and seeing him like that was shocking, and painful. Pain sometimes makes people say things they don't mean. It's not okay but it happens" You breathe with difficulty at the memory coming back to your head."He told you what he has been telling himself for years. His own guilt finding a way out towards you". 

"He's not mad at you. He's just grieving. In a ugly bad way but still grieving. You also have the right to do it, but make sure to be safe while you do it".

H doesn't say anything more, just leans against your touch until his body gives up and his breath evens out. You carry him towards one of the rooms upstairs, tucking him in bed and softly looking for any wound.

Once you make sure he's okay, you get up to turn the light off when you feel something grabbing you by the wrist. He didn't said anything but you understood what he meant. You softly slid your hand out of his grip just to get the light off and came back to his side. You sat there, watching him sleep, protecting him when the nightmares came after him. Making sure he knows he's not alone by stroking his hair until the sun comes out again.

"My little bird, nothing's gonna hurt while I'm here"

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Content: Battinson¡Bruce Wayne trying to be a playboy and hating every second of it until his adored girl comes to his life to make everything better. Warnings: Mentions of sex, nothing explicit. I think its a little long but I cannot stop writing about him and the way I think Battinson¡Bruce would be if he's pratically obliged to be Bruce and not the emo one just for PR for Wayne Interprices.

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*Bruce Wayne who really believes in love even when he thinks he’s never going to find someone like his mother and has to suffer the fact that he HAS to be with random women intimately to keep the Brucie façade.

*Bruce Wayne who hates the idea of fake dating those bimbo narcissistic girls that just want to be with his money.

*Bruce Wayne who deeply regrets going out as Brucie instead of continuing being just Batman and staying in the cave all day and night.

*Bruce Wayne whose face literally cramps because of the fake smile that he’s been showing all night to all those people.  

*Bruce Wayne who cannot get rid of this girl that glued herself to his arm until they get out of the gala just to be photographed by paparazzies that don’t doubt to put him in the first page of every magazine of the city.

*Bruce Wayne who ends up having a date—or more—with this girl just to keep appearances but cannot help but hate her.

*Bruce Wayne who internally cringes every time he pronounces a compliment or even pretends to be paying attention to this girl who is speaking about the injustice of her favorite lipstick being removed from the marked because it was toxic.

*Bruce Wayne who tries alcohol for the first time in an attempt of making the situations more bearable but ends up drunk and even more tired of his date.

*Bruce Wayne that stays still until the girl takes her lips from his and turns just to rub his lips until they break and bleed. And cannot coherently think about what he’s going to do because he hates this too much but he had planned on being a playboy and that implies being intimate with the girl.

*Bruce Wayne who has to physically clean himself after the first time he has sex with a random woman just to maintain his act. Not only a shower but brushing his skin until its sore, who has to stay in the shower until he feels all trace of her touch has finally disappear from his skin.

*Bruce Wayne who grieves losing his virginity with someone he didn’t even know and proceeds to fake a business travel to not be seen or touch by this unknown people.

Battinson¡Bruce Wayne that meets you one night as Batman in a bar while he’s looking for some pick pocked.

*Bruce Wayne who hears you talk shit about every person you see and gets truly entertained by you.

*Bruce Wayne who asks you when you are at the bar just to find you again.

*Bruce Wayne who stops openly flirting with any other girl because he thinks you’re going to get mad at him, even when you don’t even know he’s Bruce Wayne.

*Bruce Wayne who chases you around as a shadow, sticking by your side waiting to be seen, understanding every word you say to investigate what you like. Because, yes, his love language is physical contact and not acts of service, he also does a lot for you when you need it but he’s going to stick next to you all the time.

*Bruce Wayne that slowly enters your night life in the most weird but tender way of his.

*Bruce Wayne that spirals about telling you who he is for weeks until you two are in some rooftop looking at the city and he just cannot stop his tongue from say it.

*Bruce Wayne that after almost a year of being you finally confesses that he’s Bruce Wayne but to his surprise you already knew because of the way he behaves and the way his eyes seems to shine when the camo paint is around them, a particular shine that you've only seen in magazines.

*Bruce Wayne who is delighted with the first kiss you give him, even if its in his cheek.

*Bruce Wayne who decides to feel whatever you want to make him feel. Even if it put at risk everything he has, because, at the end of the day, is only with you where he is alive again.

*Bruce Wayne to takes you to the tower and shows you every room in there. Unintentionally saying that he would enjoy some company during the day, or the night.

*Bruce Wayne who is the happiest man alive the first time you stay the night at the tower, tucked in bed with you by his side. You not knowing it is the first night in three years he’s sleeping an entire night.

*Bruce Wayne who comes back home one day, feeling defeat after not being on time. Going up to the tower with Batman’s suit still on. Who get comfort in you arms even when you are flabbergasted about his secret identity.

*Bruce Wayne who proposes to you a week after you find out. Pulling out his mother’s ring in a black velvet box while he’s on his knee waiting for an answer, and embraces you into the sincerest hug of his life when you say yes.

* Bruce Wayne who wants everyone to know about your wedding and is constantly grabbing you by the waist, pulling you as close as he can during the multiple interviews you give.

*Bruce Wayne who goes numb the moment you appear in your wedding dress at the end of the aisle. Who cannot breathe right until you call his name with that smile of yours that makes him crazy.

*Bruce Wayne who can FINALLY call you his wife and cannot be happier about intimating with you for the first time, enjoying every second of it. Your skin pressed to his, your sloppy kisses in his jaw, the way your back arches over the mattress and that moan that escapes your lips.

*Bruce Wayne who behaves flirty and goofy around you in every event you go together.

*Bruce Wayne who can only be yours in every sense of the word. A truly lover.

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[anotherjinxsoul]

Pairing: Battinson! Bruce Wayne x Batmom!Reader

Content: Angst, established relationship.

I've always hated the idea of Alfred being a completely unsentimental man who put "A good soldier" in Jason's memorial, like, WTF, he was a child who tragically died in front of your son, your grandson tbh, and you just put that he's a soldier. I also have some personal problems against him not being able to show any way of love towards Bruce when he was a child but okay.

Warnings: Rage, mention of death, blood, references to depressive and self harming behaviour.

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The commotion wasn't the usual sound of sirens and fire at the distance from where the old mansion stands. No, It alerts everyone in the house, legs running desperately trying to find the cause of such a sinister squeak. Body aching at the nerves starting to act, preparing to defend from whatever or whoever is down there making those sounds.

Both, the young and the older men find each other, just a look in between to communicate neither of them really knew what was happening. Together, they head downstairs. The metal stairs felt unstable as they got down. Maybe it was the shivering climbing along their spine or the coolness finding a way through the fabric of their clothes.

Eyes desperately scanned the cave just to find her silhouette breathing heavily in front of HIS memorial.

Hands covered in her own blood, one of them tightly holding a metal bar. Her pajamas were torn by the effort of whatever she was doing before their arrival. She looked like a ghost, her skin was pale, like a shadow tattooed all over her even when light reached her. Bare feet holding the weight of her body, not quite understanding the pain that it was producing due to the cold concrete.

Bruce ran towards her, grabbing her by the shoulders and looking face to face to ask what happened. It didn't happen right away because at the sight of her face he couldn't help but feel his heart clench in his chest. She was not only pale but so... god, how could that happen to anybody? how could that happen to her?

Her body was thinner than ever, with sunken cheeks and eyes surrounded by heavy and dark circles. She looked terrible, died while still alive. It broke his heart. The woman he loved the most was dying in front of him and he couldn't help but just look at what happened.

After Jason's death she drowned in her tears, not being able to process the loss of her child. Bruce wasn't better but he buried himself into work and Batman to not deal with the pain. But she couldn't do something like that. She cried her eyes out, screaming and calling for him to come back, but it didn't happen. When her body seemed to be completely dry, running out of tears to cry, she hid in their room, sleeping and thinking silently. Consuming herself into the ardor of not having her child.

Dick was the only one that was able to make her eat and smile. Coming along all he could while being Nightwing and a police officer AND a person. So she wouldn't let herself be absorbed. It helped for a while until Dick seemed as tired as her so she convinced him to just call her instead of going to the manor.

Bruce did his best too. She would ask for him to stay instead of going out, only being able to sleep while in his company, but the nightmares haunted him even when he truly, desperately wanted to be with her, hug her and comfort her. He tried to do the same but failed, and she noticed. So she, also, convinced him she was okay. This didn't quite make it into his head but the only night he allowed himself to let her for a moment she locked the door and never opened again.

He should have broken the door to get to her, but he didn't. She hid there until the death seemed to be mere mercy. Barely eating, barely stepping out of bed. Her routine was limited to clean herself, sleep and just sit near the window and watch the garden before going back to bed. When Alfred goes up to give her her meals she grabs the plate, puts it over the night stand and waits until Alfred goes back to get the empty plate, except it's never empty but exactly as full as he left it. She just says "Thank you" and closes the door again.

This kept happening until today, when she decided it was enough only to go down looking for Bruce just to find out the horrific metal plate in Jason's memorial. The pathetic words over it. She had to erase them and she did.

"What happened?" Bruce's voice sounded so sad. His hands descended to find hers, softening her grip over the bar to let it go, feeling the drying blood in her hands. He took them into his, embracing them in his warmth until she felt safe enough to talk.

"I couldn't see those words in his memorial". That was it. The phrase on the plate. A phrase he also hated but didn't do anything about. He tried to ignore it, he didn't have the strength to deal with that so he ignored it.

But she didn't.

Then she let his side to face the old butler, her steps heavy and full of anger. A sound that was intended to be a nasal laugh emerged from her chest while she put herself in front of him. Looking eye to eye she finally talked.

"A soldier" A murmur repeating the words that were put there, trying not to contort her face at the gross of it. " Just a soldier."

"Miss...."

"Shut up". Her order was firmer than her body certainly, but he obliged. " You put this fucking words in his memorial pretending he was just a soldier?". She laughed without fun. Her finger lift was pressed against his chest,leaving a little red mark over his pajama shirt, now actually losing control, not entirely but enough." You had no right to do that!!". She yelled at him. "I respect you because you're my husband's  father but don't get confused. If you disrespect my children I will react". Her jaw was tense while talking and her body trembled with rage.

"Get this into your head: Jason was MY son, OUR son. Not just a soldier. Not just another piece over the board. So you are going to treat him like that even when he's..." Dead. She couldn't say it but it was clear. Alfred looked sad but it didn't matter when he had put the word SOLDIER referring to Jason. He was a part of the family, a part of his son's family if not his. And he failed at including him in his final moments. " You and I can be trash, mere pieces of the puzzle, rotten because of the violence we've lived in, but he?. Jason was a hero, he died like that, he has to be remembered as one. I hope this is not happening again, Alfred. Because I could lose my mind and who knows who can be affected. Or hurt."

"[y/n]" Bruce adverted at the warning or threat, but she was already leaving. The silence stretched all over the two of them.  Finally having a second to really see what she's doing. The memorial standing in the middle of the platform, light and lonely, as he was in his last moments. The suit still covered in his blood, threads and fabrics as a cruel reminder of his pain.

But something wasn't there anymore: The plate with his name. In its place were the scratches, showing the effort she put on taking it off. Bloody marks were sharing the place. Nails and skin broken at the various and mad attempts.

Bruce sight before turning to follow her, leaving the old butler down there, alone with the ghost of a deeply loved hero whose mother couldn't bear the grief of losing him.

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Pairing: Battinson!Bruce Wayne x Reader Content: Fluff, domestic moment, soft love, Bruce doing anything his girl want him to do. Bruce is starting to go out more as himself but also as Batman and you have things to say when your man doesn't have time for you. Warning: None, maybe a little ooc.

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“But, Bruce…” You pouted, reaching for his hand and pulling him to stay with you.

“I have an important meeting today.” He says, not quite believing he actually said that.

Bruce had just started going out more as Bruce Wayne than Batman, which could have been a good chance to improve his sleep hours, his eating times and, of course, the hours he passed with you during the day. But it didn’t go as planned when he not only didn’t rest from Batman but also took all the obligations Bruce Wayne had. His sleeping was barely human; he ate just out of instinct and he had not time in between for you.

So just for the night he chose to stay and now, that the sun has already get out he’s ready to leave you again. But you are not ready to let that happen.

“You work a lot every day. Why can’t you stay just today?” You ask, now completely sit over the bed, with his fingers still intertwined with your own. “I know I’m behaving like a little girl but I though you going out as Bruce would be JUST as Bruce not ALSO Bruce.” You go on with your explanation.

“I know it’s not ideal but we both agreed it would be good for everyone for me to appear more often.” His other hand moving things around the night stand looking for his cufflinks and other accessories. “I would rather to stay, my love,” there, the nickname he has just adopt for you that made your heart pound in your chest every time he calls you that, so shyly and delicate, just for you to hear.

“Nouuu.” You step out of bed grabbing his arm with your other arm to looking at him right into his eyes. “No. You cannot just call me ‘love’ with that soft voice and pretend I’m not gonna fight for you to stay.” You get closer, circling his cunty waist, hugging him against you to whisper into his ear. “We can have a lot of fun together, you know?” The comment making his lips twitch up in some kind of little smirk.

“You know I have to do it.” He complaints against your cheek, warm breaths crashing against the skin. Gotham’s coolness does not compare that kind of warmth that got over you when his body was glued to yours was the most secure place in the world. And every time he leaves early in the morning or late at night feels like ice water being poured over you. “Just two days until weekend.”

Definitely that statement didn’t help, making you make desperate choses like trapping him in bed.  You start kissing him hard and desperately just for him to lose control and then pushing him into bed. His arms instantly fly to your head and waist as to protect you. You hug him even tighter, giggling as he tiredly says your name.

You push a little to see his face and pepper it with soft lovingly kisses over his cheeks, his jaw, his eyes, his nose, a little peek over his lips before sitting better over his tights and going back to undo the first bottom of his shirt and continue the kisses along his pale skin. Caressing the skin of his sides in circling motions, whispering loving nicknames in between. But when the trail of kisses gets closed to his pants and you decide you need to remove his belt, his hands travel across the air to strongly grab your waist and pushing you a little further from his pants. Then, his body takes impulse to turn you around, his body ending over yours, not resting all his height over yours.

“I’m gonna stay.” He announces calm and happy at the look of your smile spreading across your face. “But only if you behave.”

The condition being hard to follow up makes your lips press hard against each other to communicate the unfair condition. “Hard to do but I’ll do it for you to stay today.”

“Just for today.” He adds. Your eyes dart towards his face again, with that disapproving look you have when he says something that you don’t like.

“That’s what you think.” You argue, but before he can respond you pull him into another kiss. How much can you love this man?

“But, Bruce…” You pouted, reaching for his hand and pulling him to stay with you.

“I have an important meeting today.” He says, not quite believing he actually said that.

Bruce had just started going out more as Bruce Wayne than Batman, which could have been a good chance to improve his sleep hours, his eating times and, of course, the hours he passed with you during the day. But it didn’t go as planned when he not only didn’t rest from Batman but also took all the obligations Bruce Wayne had. His sleeping was barely human; he ate just out of instinct and he had not time in between for you.

So just for the night he chose to stay and now, that the sun has already get out he’s ready to leave you again. But you are not ready to let that happen.

“You work a lot every day. Why can’t you stay just today?” You ask, now completely sit over the bed, with his fingers still intertwined with your own. “I know I’m behaving like a little girl but I though you going out as Bruce would be JUST as Bruce not ALSO Bruce.” You go on with your explanation.

“I know it’s not ideal but we both agreed it would be good for everyone for me to appear more often.” His other hand moving things around the night stand looking for his cufflinks and other accessories. “I would rather to stay, my love,” there, the nickname he has just adopt for you that made your heart pound in your chest every time he calls you that, so shyly and delicate, just for you to hear.

“Nouuu.” You step out of bed grabbing his arm with your other arm to looking at him right into his eyes. “No. You cannot just call me ‘love’ with that soft voice and pretend I’m not gonna fight for you to stay.” You get closer, circling his cunty waist, hugging him against you to whisper into his ear. “We can have a lot of fun together, you know?” The comment making his lips twitch up in some kind of little smirk.

“You know I have to do it.” He complaints against your cheek, warm breaths crashing against the skin. Gotham’s coolness does not compare that kind of warmth that got over you when his body was glued to yours was the most secure place in the world. And every time he leaves early in the morning or late at night feels like ice water being poured over you. “Just two days until weekend.”

Definitely that statement didn’t help, making you make desperate choses like trapping him in bed.  You start kissing him hard and desperately just for him to lose control and then pushing him into bed. His arms instantly fly to your head and waist as to protect you. You hug him even tighter, giggling as he tiredly says your name.

You push a little to see his face and pepper it with soft lovingly kisses over his cheeks, his jaw, his eyes, his nose, a little peek over his lips before sitting better over his tights and going back to undo the first bottom of his shirt and continue the kisses along his pale skin. Caressing the skin of his sides in circling motions, whispering loving nicknames in between. But when the trail of kisses gets closed to his pants and you decide you need to remove his belt, his hands travel across the air to strongly grab your waist and pushing you a little further from his pants. Then, his body takes impulse to turn you around, his body ending over yours, not resting all his height over yours.

“I’m gonna stay.” He announces calm and happy at the look of your smile spreading across your face. “But only if you behave.”

The condition being hard to follow up makes your lips press hard against each other to communicate the unfair condition. “Hard to do but I’ll do it for you to stay today.”

“Just for today.” He adds. Your eyes dart towards his face again, with that disapproving look you have when he says something that you don’t like.

“That’s what you think.” You argue, but before he can respond you pull him into another kiss. How much can you love this man?

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[anotherjinxsoul]

Pairing: Battinson!Bruce Wayne X Reader

Content: The magazines can't stop talking about your last appearance. Well they cannot stop since your first.

I recently saw a post that said Bruce reminded them of Damiano David and Dove Cameron, so I cannot stop thinking about it.

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A fter almost two decades of silence and abandon from the royalty of our city. We finally have something in return for our time.

The Wayne name, whose carriers were always relevant in politics, economics, charity, and last but not less, fashion, disappeared after tragedy punched the family down, leaving the only heir alone, growing up in a manor full of memories of his beloved parents.

Time passed without a hint of his whereabouts until five years ago, when the young man emerged from his antebellum manor to show himself to the world. The girls became CRAZY, but it didn't last much, 'cause just a year after his first appearance and a couple of look changes he found love. Y/N Y/L/N.

Both young adults have been protagonists of the craziest events in Gotham. Since galas to Disco Parties Downtown. All of those occasions wearing  absolute mouth closing outfits, always matching and showing their free spirit as a deep connection to the city.

Gothic, dark, and elegant dresses, extravagant in a way nobody fully understood, it made them the sensation on social media. So it wasn't surprising that all of Gotham was waiting for their wedding.

As proper royalty, they celebrated their wedding at Gotham's more representative and gothic cathedral downtown. The place was full of enormous flower bouquets over Greek pillars. The altar was surrounded by bloody red roses with long stems, still covered in their thorns.

Her wedding dress was stunning. The long skirt covered in diamonds and crystals made it shine across the long aisle. Lace details that assemble antique architecture.

The silhouette was custom-made to cover her body as a second skin. Lace sleeves  that grew from her elbows to let a little skin free, falling to end in a long and  then,  an exquisite fashion piece: the cherry for this expensive cake.

All covered in diamonds, carefully positioned in specific places, cut by hand to assemble rain droplets, giving the illusion of a waterfall across the chest. A heart-shaped top that shared the space with one of the most beautiful and representative collars of Martha Wayne.

And the magic detail: A long veil that covered the bride's face and half the aisle. Light and delicate, it rested over her hair.

The moment he raised the expensive fabric, both the bride and groom became one, melting in each other's faces as we were with their attire.

Time passed pretty slowly, them going to galas, parties, and ¡BOOM! A child. The city instantly jumped worriedly. ¿Could a couple of insane people raise a child properly? The answer was YES. But they thought otherwise. Drama came and went, as children did. They, in fact, not only raised FOUR children, but they protected them from the public at the same time they made little icons out of them.

So, now, the entire family is not only printed in everyone's minds but in their screens, where they are currently walking across the red carpet in a mortal, mouth-opening, stunning dress, matching, of course. Again, Mrs. and Mr. Wayne surprise us with their fabulous talent for stealing glazes. Definitely, they have a marriage some of us would kill for.

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Pairing: Battinson!Bruce Wayne x Reader

Content: You decide to try a new thing with Bruce. What a bold move to appear in front of him with a baby doll.

Warnings: Explicit content +18, sex (p in v), mentions of condoms and lube. Make out.

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Both of you were young, reckless, and pretty hot to be honest.

You both seemed to think about that.

Why didn't anything happen yet??

Oh yeah, you both were also idiots in the social department, and even more idiots in the relationship ones. But you're together, that's what matters, isn't it?

No, not entirely at least. You both wanted to explore that part of your relationship but were scared of messing it up because of your inexperience and your characteristic need to suffer alone and keep hostages your own needs.

So you decided to take action on it tonight. You would ask Bruce Wayne, your awkward boyfriend, to have sex with you.

You were really nervous, he was a man of discipline after all, why if sex wasn't in his calendar or he didn't want to try it. Maybe he would consider you a distraction or even worse, a whore. Nononono, he wasn't like that.

You were currently in bed, waiting for him to get there from the cave after patrol. --Maybe consider another day?? No-- His steps are heavy against the floor when he finally gets upstairs. You are almost hyperventilating, your heart beating crazy, caged in your chest.

The door opened, and you were already on your feet, ready to welcome him. Your body would tremble at the realization that your Bedroom wasn't exactly warm, and what made it feel even colder was the fact that you were wearing a baby doll.

It wasn't exactly something you've done before, but you were willing to try new things to take one step forward in your relationship with Bruce.

Lace was covering your skin softly, you do not have mark curves now, looking way more prominent. The dim light coming from the lamp on your nightstand made your body shine. Your eyes are framed by that desire you've been hiding behind innocence.

You had to lie to go get that baby doll, and some condoms, even lube. You really guided yourself through porn and logic. You had to say you needed like 10 condoms of different sizes for a presentation about contraception and safe sex.

What you wanted to do was a different kind of presentation.

As you thought, the door opened, and you were waiting on the other side, so the first thing Bruce saw was you.

His eyes seemed tired, but as fast as his brain processes the image in front of him, he was clearly surprised. His eyes darted down low, admiring the now big curves of yours. Thanks to the salesgirl who told you to buy something like that.

You push the rest of the door aside and extend your hand to grab his. Pulling him in  while you move with ease.

Then, you manoeuvre enough to make him sit. He willingly lets you do whatever you want. You took his tie out to grab him by the neck and got his lips closer to you.

"You like what you're seeing?" Your voice is velvety and a little sassy, getting all his attention from what's on his mind. Your legs travel to both sides of his hips, straddling him between them. Your body slowly lets itself rest over his legs.

By the time you're finally in the right position, his hands have already taken place in your waist, his fingers pressing the skin there, drawing circles, unbelieving what he's experiencing.

"Very much I must say, darling." His eyes cannot focus over yours, traveling around your almost bare body. He can see the silhouette of your breasts and the protuberance of your already hard nipples under the lace."Didn't know you would gimme a surprise".

"I like you like this". Your body moved repeatedly over his, trying to get some friction. "I was actually nervous, you know?"

"Why would you be nervous?" His question was so tender, even in the middle of making out.

"Maybe it was the wrong time to propose something like this". Your hand flew to play with the hair in the nape of his neck. "Maybe too bold".

"I like you bold". He got close to giving your lips a peck." I like you like this".

The moment became more intimate, even when you weren't actually doing a great job of being sensual, by the time you decided to go on, you both were hugged.

"I would like to make love with you, Bruce".Your petition wasn't that little, it had a meaning for both of you. A trust you were building, hoping for it to be real and strong. Even when sex wasn't everything in a relationship, it was certainly important. Letting your partner look at you naked, not only physically but also emotionally. At your most vulnerable time.  It was a big deal.

"I would like to". His words arrived softly in your ears. His eyes are now focused on yours. Then, suddenly, he grabs you by your thighs and gets up just to turn and put you over the bed. Soft sheets contrast against your gold skin. His body hurriedly puts itself over yours.

His lips crashed against yours, dancing fiercely, showing how much love he couldn't express with words. One of his hands was roaming every inch of skin he could reach while the other firmly pressed beside your head in the bed, giving him the support to not collapse over you.

Minutes passed, increasing the urgency in both of you. Fortunately, for Bruce, your hands took the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off his body. Lips reunited again once the piece of clothing was finally on the floor. Gasps and little whines start to emerge from your mouths when the pressure starts to rise.

You decided it was time to take action, so you pulled Bruce's hips completely over yours by surrounding them with your legs, trapping him onto that agonizing pleasure.

Bruce then stopped his caresses on your waist to get support for that hand after the sudden move.

He got a little further to appreciate your face. Your cheeks were red, as your lips were puffy and slightly parted.  The panorama was beautiful, but the sudden realisation made him nervous.

"Love..."he murmured softly.

"Hmm?" You didn't take your eyes apart, and he recovered his breath. You wait for him to say whatever he wants to say. But it didn't happen. He just stopped there, breathing heavily and looking right into your eyes. "Bruce?"

One of your hands is raised to touch his warm cheek. His eyes shut at the contact, tilting a little towards it. After a couple of minutes, he finally said, "I didn't do this before".

His confession wasn't exactly something he was ashamed of, but nervous about, how it could land on you. To his surprise, you reacted soooo...

"Me neither." What? How could you be like this, so knowing, so boldly, with him not having any experience with sex? How could you be right in front of him so sexy in that baby doll?

"I watched a lot of porn to get inspired". This makes him smile." I want you to be comfortable and to make you feel good". His face went blank, not a smile, not a furrowed brow, just him.

"Thank you." His gratefulness was something he couldn't express through words. Thanks for thinking about me. Thanks for this. Thanks for being so you and not letting his darkness get to you. It was too much to say, so he kissed you.

This time, things escalated fast. His pants reunited with his t-shirt, his boxers along with his boxers and your lingerie.

Both of you were on your knees over the bed, looking at each other while not knowing exactly what to do. But this time, Bruce took the initiative to get closer, pulling you from your waist to get you over his thighs, barely touching your sex.

His cock was thick and red, twitching up, touching his abs. "Don't have condoms," He said after kissing your jaw. Seemingly desperate after the possibility of not continuing.

"There's some in the drawer." You get off his things to get some, but after opening the drawer, you turn to see a surprised face on his.

"When did you buy so many?" Ups. You had like, a complete stock of condoms and lube. There were entire boxes of it.

"Didn't know your size or how you liked them". Really consider you. Now that you were seeing it in person, you could say it reaches easily 7 or 8 inches, maybe exaggerated, maybe not.

"Well, now you know". His expression was softer but genuinely happy and relaxed, even being completely naked. He extended his arm to grab the right size, but before he could do any more, you took the package from his hands and asked him to put it yourself.

The moment was something so intimate, when your hand grabbed his length with nervousness, sliding the latex along his masculinity. Hearing your name come out as a gasp when you put more pressure on your grip. It was certainly delicious.

After a few strokes, you decided it was time to do it. So you positioned yourself over it, pressing the tip at your entrance softly. Pushing a little, then going away. Bruce's hands were holding you by your hips, helping you to maintain the equilibrium. "You don't have to do this". His words weren't even processed when you put a little more in, clenching your pussy at the invasion. This made you moan loudly, and Bruce groaned, pressing his fingers so hard on your skin that you were sure tomorrow would be purple marks all around the place.

Both of you breathed heavily as you recovered from the recent movement. The pressure inside of you seemed to make the process of inhaling difficult, your organs felt reorganized in your insides. It was a weird, even painful sensation, but after a moment, it started to feel better, so you pushed a little more.

You felt so full that your body folded to rest your forehead on the man's shoulder. He gave you tender caresses, playing his finger along your body, comforting you by petting your arms and back.

Then an idea emerged in the vigilante's mind, so his hand followed the instructions for taking care of your nipples. His fingers grabbed one of the hard buds to roll it slowly, something that you didn't expect, so at the new touch you clinched again, making you both moan.

You were face-to-face, close enough to feel each other's breathing. The kisses were heavenly, giving the love nothing else could provide. The session of kisses ended when you felt the base of Bruce against your ass; apparently, you had slid onto his cock completely.

Neither of you had expected sex to feel so good. And neither of you had thought that your first time would be with someone you were in love with. Arms surrounding bodies, feeling the moment’s intensity.

Then a whisper reached your ears: "Can I move?"

"Yeah..." You almost screamed when Bruce grabbed you by the waist to lift you, and then let you fall at the time his hips found yours midway up. Your fingers tangled in his hair and shoulder, trying not to collapse when the action was repeated again and again until you could feel the growing knot in your belly. "Bruce". Hearing his name made his hips stutter but not stop. Your moans and whimperings slipping out with every thrust he gave you, his grunts and curses decorating the room around you.

But you needed more. Yeah, you were beginners, but nobody said you couldn't be wild during sex. " Harder". The plea was heard, so your man started to use his strength even more to push you down onto his cock. "Ohhhhh"

The orgasm was beautiful, so strong that you had to be held by Bruce to not collapse. The spasms are milking his cock dry. He didn't stop until he also arrived. When he slides out of you, a moan follows him, making him know you were satisfied. He moved you until you were resting in bed, cleaned and warm under the sheets. He followed a little later, after taking the condom off and cleaning himself.

"It was like this, how did you plan it?" He asked while you accommodate yourself to rest your head over his shoulder and be hugged by his arm.

"It went better". You said lovingly, turning your face to see his eyes. "But it could be even wilder". The declaration made him smile, then laugh. He wasn't a man of emotions, but whatever you wanted to try, he was more than willing to try it with you.

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne X wife!reader

Content: Fluff 100% It might be late but it's there.

Reader promised not to interfere but who is he to deny his wife anything she asks for?.

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The night was starting to arrive. The nocturnal sky covers Gotham's extension with its darkness. Enormous buildings are being wrapped in that solitaire stillness proper to inanimate objects. Streets filled with that quiet rest and pause after an entire day of loud humming of cars and people. Everyone is starting to get home to sleep after another day of work.

The city is now waiting patiently until the sun rises over it again. People are also waiting for it to appear and start a new day. Well, almost all of the people.

In the very center of Gotham, the Wayne Tower stands with its glory. Its halls are silent as if nobody lives there. The higher floors flooded into that plain abandonment that its owner had allowed them to be. Then, the hard atmosphere is broken by the light steps of a woman heading toward the secret lift.

Her feet assemble feathers, the contact warm aging the cold tiles that adorned the floor. The metallic sound of the lift is too loud in that stillness. As she steps in, the feeling intensifies in her chest, growing heavier, enough to almost fall into her stomach, pressing her guts.

Nerves twitching, sending a shiver down her spine. Her mind spilled word after word, trying to select the best combo to actually communicate her feelings. She knew she had made a vow, she knew she had made a promise. She couldn't really ask for that, could she?

The doors opened in front of her, giving her space to get into the humid cave. Here, the stillness wasn't exactly silent. There were the machines with their vibrant sounds, not loud but definitely there.

Her bare feet started to go numb after so many minutes walking around the tower. Stepping even more into the place, she could see more clearly the monitors, the lamp over the desk, and the gadgets spread over the metallic table a little further. She continued her way towards the parking spot for the now-called Batmobile.

Then, just in time to make something about it, she found Bruce.

His body was already wrapped in the suit, the camo paint messily around his blue eyes, while he finished putting the bandages around his fingers.

"Bruce?" His name sounded so soft coming from her lips, he almost believed it was a dream. His body turned immediately to look at her.

"Everything alright?" The constant position of danger made him believe he was there just to solve problems or even see them beforehand, and none of his first thoughts would barely get closer to the idea of just being needed because he was himself.

"Yes," she thought better, " well, no," has anybody felt their tongue cramping? " Not exactly".

"Then what happened? I thought you were going to bed earlier," his expression softened as he approached her. But before saying anything more, he lifts her. " Why are you barefoot?" His words didn't show any sign of her weight as he moved her towards a chair.

"Sorry, I don't know where my mind is." Her answer started to worry him as she  would normally answer in a much more enthusiastic way.

"Are you sure everything is alright?" He would kneel before her to see her eye-to-eye. "You seemed to be pretty nervous". He was right, she was SO nervous that her body was going completely numb at the mention of her nervousness.

"I just...," his breath got caught in her chest, now the knot is going heavier with each second. "Don't know".

"Wha,cha mean?" his accent slipped so naturally that it distracted her a little, being that close was so intimidating in a good way. His hand got up to hold hers.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally chose to say what had her so uncomfortable. "I don't want you to leave" she murmured. Her eyes close tightly, waiting for denial.

As she couldn't see him, she didn't appreciate the softening of his eyes, the way his shoulders dropped, now knowing it wasn't anything bad. His heart, even though he wasn't going to say anything about it sometime closer, raced in his chest, melting sweetly in him. He had to say it was adorable to her like that.

"Can I ask why?" He waited for an answer, but instead got caught off guard as the soft sobbing started to emerge from her.

"I'm sorry," She said. “I know I shouldn't be asking things like that." Her hand flew far from reach as she got up and started to clean her face with the back of her hand. " I just had a bad feeling and...sorry, this is stupid".

"Stop," she closed her mouth instantly. "Why is this a problem?" That honestly fell over her like a cold water bucket.

"I promised you not to interfere with the mission". He felt bad when her words reached his ears. How could she think she was somehow interfering with anything? She was the reason for it in all cases.

"Com'ere," she went right back to the chair, he cleaned her tears with his fingers, and kept his hand over her cheek. " You aren't interfering at all". Then his other hand found hers and took it to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

"But I promised you I wouldn't...to never..."

"Hey, yeah, you promised, but I never asked you to. I chose you over the mission, and you allowed me to go on. Not the opposite," his hand gives a comforting squeeze.

She couldn't respond. He was so tender even when she was a mess like this. Tears falling again, but at the remaining images her own mind created last night.

When she finally got to calm herself down she explained what had her so frightened "Last night, I had a dream, a fucking nightmare. You were so hurt, and it was so real, and your heart... and your face... Bruce I thought you were gone when I got up and you weren't there" she sobbed again "And all day it was circling on my mind and this stupid feeling wouldn't let me breathe. It felt like a warning. Like...if you were going out tonight you weren't going to make it home". Then he hugged her, thigh and protectively against his chest. The warmth filling her was so satisfying that she could remain there forever.

"A gut feeling, huh?" you murmured something incomprehensible in answer. " I don't care if it's a gut feeling or a verified threat, if you want me to stay, I would, hear me?"

She just pressed harder into his embrace as a response. He giggled softly, which was honestly so sexy. Yeah, she was definitely better. " Go upstairs, 'kay? I will follow you in a minute".

"I can wait," now she was just surrounded by his arms. " I'll wait". His lips formed a faint smile.

He got over his feet and started to change into his home clothes, wash the camo paint off his face, and turn off the monitors and lights down there, just to get to her, take her in his arms in bridal style, and go towards the lift.

Yeah, he was definitely in love with his wife.

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Pairing: Battinson!Bruce Wayne X socialite!reader

Content: I actually don't know how to name this. Just an idea I guess.

Bruce and an old friend meet after years, he's just starting to go out as Brucie so he's still kinda awkward about it, and reader notices it.

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Arriving at a gala was exciting in a way that you couldn't explain. The anxiety of being seen, of being the most powerful person in that room. It was definitely a feeling you weren't going to give up.

The camera flashes in your face, capturing every movement you make with practice ease. All that people want is a single photo of you, they just need one to have something that most people want.

Curious, some of them have tried to insinuate to you. Offering you a night of pleasure, fun, and irresponsibility. But they obviously didn't know the meaning of fun and pleasure when they were suffering irresponsibility after that.

The room gets a little quieter when you step in. Some eyes flying to focus on your blue gown, the reflex of the light on every diamond encrusted in it. Mouths get dry in breath's absence. Envy runs through their veins as they look at your fortune without seeing it directly.

But, a particular whispering reaches the surface, voices remain talking. It's been years since the last time you heard that kind of noise. That loud and unworried way of non-stop words.

Maybe they are not seeing right, they have lost their sanity, of course. None of them is looking just at you, their heads are turning towards anything in that part of the salon.

Then the crowd opens to form a hall towards that interesting person who apparently seems to be more important than you: Bruce Wayne.

The young man stands in the middle of the people, talking happily to some businessmen orbiting around him.

You walk towards him, not quite letting anybody know that he ruined your night.

Once you're behind him, you pull out the most innocent and happy smile you have, the most flirtatious, also.

"Look at you!!" You put your hand on his back, just to catch his attention."Bruce Wayne?"

His turn seemed to be too slow for your liking. His ice blue eyes search yours before getting lost in memories. Neither of you is still those little children playing at the galas while your parents were talking about money and new buildings.

But his frame was bigger, harder, mature in a way you couldn't say was time healing wounds. No. There was something behind those glassy blue eyes that talked without his consent.

"Wow," his lips opened a little, showing his  surprise at seeing you there. Or maybe to see you, just in general.

"You disappeared for almost two decades, and the first thing you say is, Wow?" you tease. "You should practice that opening".

His hands fly to yours, letting go one to make you turn in front of him. "You look gorgeous." his breath seemed to be caught, but you know better.

"Oh. End this poor acting," you got closer to his face even though you just reunited him. " You know you're not like this". You had to admit that it was too confident of you to say that to practically an unknown man, but you did anyway.

"How could you say that?" His question lands softly in your ears, bringing some shivers down your spine. His hand still on your back starts to pull you to the dance floor once he hears the music.

"You're not gonna distract me".

"To try is worth it".

His movements are soft, fluid in a way you have never experienced before. His hands adjust themselves to your waist, and yours rise to his broad shoulders. His feet carry almost all the weight. You travel across the place with ease. Letting yourself get drunk into his fragrance, into the careless movement of his body against yours.

Suddenly, the music stops, and it changes almost immediately to a soft, non-danceable melody designed just to share the moment. Just take your time getting apart. The experience was enough to make you forget this man was the little boy you used to play with. But not enough to forget that, even having shared a couple of minutes, he seems to be trying to make you forget that you questioned his acting.

"So...Can we talk outside?" Your voice is as soft and lovely as you can to make him think you get caught by his seductive movements.

"Of course, my lady." His tone is almost seductive, but it has a hint of discomfort. You thought it should be weird, considering the last time you saw each other, you had like 10 years, and now you are two young adults who have just met again.

"My lady, Mm," you echoed, walking beside him towards one of the balconies, "Too confident for someone who was a recluse for so long. " The cold air wrapped you like an envelope, not letting you keep the warmth that was over your skin."After the mayor's funeral, you disappeared again. "

"I needed to fix some things, but now I'm here," his voice pretended to be cozy and almost seductive in a way you would never think would come out of his mouth. His appearances were highly demanded by the public eye, so every one of them got on the first page of the newspaper the next morning. For so many years, he wasn't seen. Then, he would appear once a year in Wayne Enterprises and not many events, generally the important ones, always with a face that said 'kill me' pretty clearly, and now, he was there pretending to be some kind of Playboy.

"Oh, so you change your personality, uh?" Your tone changed immediately when you noticed it was far enough to not be heard or seen, stepping apart from his grip and turning to face him,"You should let your face know about your whole new personality. "

His face twisted in a way you could see his mental lap: "You're wrong".

"You're talking to the best actress, Bruce." You recline your back over the rock railing, rising your head to see that imposing facade of the building you're currently in." Your face seems to be sooo uncomfortable." The words let your tongue like breath, so easy and sweet." I don't like it when someone steals the attention. It has been mine for so long. You know?"

"It is my fault? The people know what they want." His statement was meant to be sassy, but again, failed miserably.

"Who are you?" The question was cold and aimed at his fortress, and your own mask slipping off," You know you're acting up, trying to put it in a nice costume doesn't make it real. "

He doubted a second before getting closer to you. "Well..." his hand going to your waist again, "Maybe you are just jealous." his breath touched your ear, peppering the skin with goosebumps. Then he took a step back to leave you there alone.

"What a bitch".

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𝕰𝖒𝖔𝖏𝖎 𝕮𝖔𝖉𝖊𝖘:

🧶Fluff

🫟 Angst

🪩Smut

✿Bruce Wayne

🦇Waiting for you🧶🫟

🦇What a bitch🧶?

🦇Gut feeling 🧶

🦇Me Neither🪩

🦇Kill For🧶

🦇Just for Today 🧶

🦇Soldier🫟

🦇Poor Little Child🫟

🦇He didn't think about...🧶

🦇 Where's Zitka???🧶

🦇Wedding Night🫟

HEADCANONS

🦇Battinson!Bruce Wayne

๑Derek Hale

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[anotherjinxsoul]

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x reader

Content: Fluff, a little of angst but pretty cute I think.

Sorry if there is any grammatical or spelling mistakes, English is not my first language and I'm writing because I want to improve, so be patient.

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Today Bruce got late, as always. Being married to the Batman wasn't exactly what you planned for your life. Actually, you could never have imagined that you would end up deeply in love, much less married. And having a pretty difficult but happy marriage made the situation even more surreal for you.

The normal problems like money, love, or job time distribution weren't there, the Wayne name fixed all of it, making sure Bruce and whoever he chose get to avoid simple problems like those.

But life wasn't that good when you two would go out to fight crime, pretending it wasn't that bad. Coming home to patch yourselves up, trying not to die in the middle of the street, and balancing that life with your public personas. It was difficult to take care of a stubborn person. Being two stubborn people and being together in every aspect of your lives was incredible.

It was definitely recent, but it felt like it was an entire life together. It felt magical and tender.

Every day of your life through ten years has taught you how to survive, but Bruce has taught you how to be. Just that. Be yourself and live, not something you would expect from a man whose life was destined to control. With him, life seemed easier, happier, beside him, it was all simpler. What a thing love could be.

You both had found each other in the middle of the violence and darkness. Neither of you wanted to throw yourselves outta the world, but it happened. And when standing in the middle of the chaos, finding an equal made people feel like they weren’t that lonely. And that happened. You both, two nocturnal animals, one made up by himself, and the other being made by circumstances, align. Nothing could really keep you apart.

It started dramatically and was difficult, neither of you could really trust the other. Then, the feeling started to bloom, he first, then the sweet nectar landed on you. With it, the tension built up in your bodies, trying to hold It inside of you as far as you could go. Fortunately, it didn't last long, when, after a difficult night in Gotham, Bruce would decide love wasn't worth the risk.

He would take every little thing that reminded him of you and pack it in your bags.

No more partners.

No more friends.

No more anything that could put you in danger. Not when he spent so much time trying to help you understand that life was worth it.

You could resist the tears when he would ignore you while kicking you out of the tower. It hurt, not because you were being kicked, not really. But because he could even see her in the eye and repeat himself. When he wasn't able to answer her questions. When she cut the layers, keeping her unable to see what happened to him the night before.

The screaming and cries were renewed with much more intensity after seeing the consequences of being outside.

All the patches, the blood, the pain sent her down a spiral, which ended with her finally saying the words she would have wanted to keep like a secret as pirates kept their gold buried for centuries. Her forehead pressed to his, tears dried on her cheeks, and peace enveloped her from the inside out.

From then on, things would escalate pretty simply, working through the communication through the years, the intimacy growing stronger day by day, and shared loneliness would become a fierce and implacable love.

You had a hate-love relationship with the public persona Bruce was building at that time. Your relationship still was something fragile and secret, so he was trying to become some kind of Playboy without the Playboy behaviour. It was certainly difficult, so he decided to wrap up the act and finally show your relationship.

The press was insufferable and cruel at the beginning, calling you a gold digger, easy, and whore. They convince themselves that you were another PRETTY WOMAN in Bruce's life. The rumor calmed down a few months later when the wedding arrived.

You both shared an enormous wedding with the world, an event that was going to stay in Gotham's history as one, if not the most important wedding of the century.

During that time, you perfected your appearance and public persona in general. Going to parties, galas, and events as Mrs. Wayne. You both decided to 'enjoy the attention' as recently married by living a constant party, at least that was what you showed.

Then, your marriage would face one of the most difficult challenges of your relationship: adopting a child.

Dick Grayson came to stay, you knew that the moment Bruce brought up the topic after a long patrol. The possibility of becoming the tutor of this recently orphaned child. You instantly understood why he wanted to take care of the child, but you really weren't sure if you two were going to be able to raise a kid properly.

When he arrived, you remained distant, not wanting to introduce yourself so abruptly. You would see, analyze, and know every aspect of Dick's personality.

You would give advice from a secure place. not actively participating in the kids' adaptation. You felt the anger, you recognized the pain, and kinda knew how to control it. Bruce and Alfred, by the way, tried to suffocate the fire without knowing where it came from. Giving the kid the few things he wanted right away was a good parenting method, so one day, you chose to intervene.

From that day, Dick started to see you, not as a prison guard but a point of guidance. You grew closer, not fast but for sure closer. The years flew by, and one morning, you just went down to the bat cave when a colorful and joyful boy ran towards you, screaming, " Mom! " It went naturally, for him and for you, it was just how it was supposed to be.

All of a sudden, that same boy would be packing his bags, taking everything of his, not leaving even your or Bruce's hearts. But that was how life was supposed to be.   He had to fly away from your nest, the same nest  you had built with so much love for your Robin.

Not much time had passed when one night Bruce arrived with an expression that said too much for you, not to mention the little child that was standing behind his back.

That child wasn't exactly easy to approach. He hides himself in his bubble, not wanting to interfere with your lives. Not making noise, not making himself visible. Not like a child, not like Dick.

So you stayed close, but not too close. Not directly offering your hand, but not ignoring him as you did the first week with your first son. Talking loudly when it came to your own feelings about him and how you wouldn't mind him being louder. So did he. And it revealed a bright, funny, and cute boy who needed to be loved and cared for.

Mom spilled from his mouth one day when he was tired to the bone and a little hurt from patrol, and you have helped him make it to bed. He called you his mom in a completely normal and pretty vulnerable moment. He asked you to stay. You agreed.

Bruce was also his dad, not in words, even when it would have melted his heart, but in actions. He trusted in him even though he didn't have the same beliefs.

Dick wasn't exactly happy about him at the beginning. Seeing Jason more like a rival than a brother. Jason, to be honest, saw him as a star, just wanting to be exactly like him, not just physically but in personality. You tried to stop him in his attempts to be like Dick, because he was special as he was. He quit a little after that, starting to be himself, which you both loved, actually.

But one terrifying night came, and Jason didn't come back. You cried your lungs out. Not quite believing that your boys weren't with you anymore. He was so young, brave, and gentle. And now he was gone.

You didn't want to leave your bed, carry on as everyone told you to do. You didn't want to leave him there, buried in soil, it felt cold and lonely in your hands, too hard for your boy. But Bruce told you that he wasn't here anymore.

Those months were painful. You felt numb, not quite understanding what was happening around you. Bruce was there, helping you, holding you, the days you couldn't resist the pain while holding himself together. You felt selfish and weak. So, in your desperation, you left the manor to kill the Joker.

Years ago, you had made some ¿mistakes?, you took decisions that didn't align with Bruce's morals. Kill, torture. It didn't sound bad when talking about that lunatic, even if that didn't bring your child back to you.

You found yourself far behind him, with a gun directed at his head. Maybe you could shoot a couple of times at his body, let him bleed to death. But Bruce arrived, and he would have let you kill him, honestly, he didn't care that much when that criminal had taken his son apart. But he knew it wouldn't make you feel better. He saw his wife lost in pain with a gun in her hands and tears running down her face.

He didn't care about the Joker, but you. You were everything he had. His entire world, life, and soul itself. So he held you. You cried again, screaming and crying til your body couldn't move anymore. He, trying to protect you, pressed you against his chest as if it could take the pain.

After that night, everything seemed to be somehow easier, the pain was still there, but it didn't leave you numb. Maybe what happened allowed you to get through it feeling it entirely. Some days, you still have that knot in your throat and the heaviness in your body.

You and Bruce were pretty focused on taking care of Dick now that he was your only child. Even if it was difficult because he and Bruce argue almost every time they see each other. But you were there for him.  

But again, life has other plans.

A thin and small child found himself asking to be the new Robin, claiming he had discovered who Batman was and his Robins. And having noticed how Batman was suddenly being more aggressive during patrol and his meaning to the city was more DANGER than PROTECTION, so he decided to help him to find his way back to the original Batman and help people instead of scaring the shit out of them, as it was his original purpose.

Alfred found him first, and he made the decision for you. You yelled and argued, trying to block the possibility of getting another child killed because of Gotham.

You lost the battle against whatever took over the place. And all of a sudden, the Robin uniform was on another child.

This time, it was different, he wasn't part of the family. Wasn't exactly a child but a teenager, with a family, a purpose, and a very bold way of doing things.

You remained out of the way, your relationship with Bruce was even stronger, but you couldn't help but see Tim as Jason. You would cry your eyes out after patrol, when both of them would come back home, and you noticed how different he looked from Jason.

A couple of months later, you would finally allow yourself to get a little closer to Tim, not as a mother but as someone who spends too much time in your home and has to communicate to understand each other.

But this new "normal life" didn't last. You cursed the day you met Bruce Wayne. But you wouldn't change it for anything, either. You certainly loved your Bruce, but his life was a mess.

Tim's parents were killed, and both Bruce and Tim will come to the Bat Cave. He was crying, silent and steady. Bruce will give you that look, and immediately, your feet will move towards Tim, embracing him in a hug. He cried on your shoulder, his grip in you tight enough to ground him into reality, not allowing him to get lost or pretend everything that had happened was a dream. You take him to bed, making sure to tug him like a baby. Reassuring him that everything would be okay.

It was a traumatic experience for him and for you, obviously, but having to solve your parents' murder was not an easy task.

After that, you would take care of Tim as your son, your weird maternal instinct kicking in to not let a child suffer alone.

Then, Jason came back. You felt your heart stop in your chest the first time you saw him, not quite believing he was alive. But the rage against Bruce, and a little against you, would prove him to fight. He wasn't there because it was his home, he was there to ask why you didn't do anything in revenge.

Yi tried to explain, the pain trying to cloud your mind as you talked to him. But it fell on deaf ears. He would attack Bruce, and you would instantly defend him. He was your husband, the man who held you together while the world seemed to collapse around you. You couldn't allow Jason to recriminate anything to him, treating him like he was garbage for not killing that man and taking in another kid.

He chose to hate both of you. But your heart was already broken. It was good to know that he was alive, even if he wasn't happy, or safe, or with you. But it was his choice.

But time heals all the wounds, ain't it? This time it helped. Jason would think better, trying to say sorry along the missions he shared with Bruce and Tim, even. He would see how he wasn't a replacement but support in a difficult moment.

He would call you mom again, coming to have dinner with the family sometimes, sharing patrols or information with Dick and Bruce. Trying to be a good brother to Tim, as Dick ended up being for him.

Until one day, the man of your life would reveal a secret son. You didn't cry this time, it was too much. How was it even possible?? The man you'd swear you knew better than your own hand. The man who was there for you in the darkest moments. The man you decided to share your life with was now standing in the bat cave with a boy with his eyes, whose look was certainly disdainful to you and Alfred.

A child who called him father and treated you like a temporal companion, even though you have been with him for over a decade. You decided to leave. The air turned heavy and sick, every part of your life seemed to be disappearing into this lie. He had cheated on you, and you wouldn't stay with a traitor.

He'd run after you. Saying sorry, that it wasn't his fault, that he didn't even know the boy existed. You wanted to believe him, your body wanting his touch for comfort desperately. He practically begged you to listen to his explanation. How his mother had used him without consent, how she used both DNA to create the baby in a lab. He was an experiment for Talia. That was all that happened.

You wondered whether to trust him or not. So you decided not to leave, but not to stay with him either. You walked to one of the guest bedrooms and slept in there.

This new dynamic didn't last much longer because the next morning, Damian would confirm Bruce's history by telling you he hoped you hadn’t made a problem out of it.

This new kid wanted in some way to make Bruce, and you find an end. His actions made you believe he wanted his parents together, even when they had never been together ever in their lives.

He treated you like a mistress, his selfishness and sharp words put right into your wounds. He was a formidable warrior, but nobody taught him how to be a child. So you decided to send him to school.

The press exploded with it. A biological child of Bruce Wayne meant there was a cheater and a mistress and a history to explore behind all of it. Months passed, full of gossiping and insecurities. It was difficult to believe someone like Bruce could be used like that.

He needed time to adapt, and now, having experienced too many transitions, taught you how to act having a difficult child. After all, he could think by himself, for sure, but those hurtful words were his mother's or grandfather's, not his.

School was difficult, he'd never shared any room with another kid before, and certainly none of those children had shared a room with the devil's heir.

But just like the others, he softened after a particularly difficult event, at which he started to appreciate his new life. Bruce was happier, and you too. Until one night arrived, nightmares would haunt him, he couldn't scrape his own mind. Bruce was out on patrol, and you couldn't see that kid suffering.

You ran to his room, shaking his little body until his eyes darted open. The nightmare must have been terrifying because he immediately hugged you. Your arm surrounds him warmly, protectively, while his head hides in your chest.

From then on, he would show more respect, maybe out of shame, maybe out of fond feelings.

So... that was the story of your big, weird, dangerous but lovely family. But for the moment, you were waiting for Bruce in the living room. For the first time in twenty years, he wasn't late because of Batman. He was late because of traffic, a human, normal thing.

Now you are older, your hair is as gray as his. Batman is history, just a myth that remains in Gotham's memory.

Your kids are now adults. With their families and their own cities to protect, even if that scares you.

You didn't have to wait longer, because Bruce arrived a couple of minutes after. His eyes found you in the ocean of gowns and suits.

His usual blue dress clung to him as it did at your wedding.

Your eyes shine the same way they did at your wedding.

But the nerves weren't there like that day. Now it was peace, love, and too much history just standing in front of you to take you out to a nice restaurant for your 40th anniversary. It wasn't recently, but it certainly felt like it was so new. Even if that sounds crazy.

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۝My writing::

First of all, I write because I like it, it's a hobby.

I'm currently in my last year of high school, prepping to Uni so my life right now is kinda busy.

I don't have a specific schedule of writing so don't get desperate if I disappear I might be under all my homework.

۝What I write:

-Fluff, angst, smut.

-Mostly Bruce Wayne.

-Derek Hale.

-Request are welcome.

-Trying to be realistic with my characters.

- Any original content (oc's) based on real life experiences.

۝What I don't write:

-Anything too graphic( not talking about smut).

-Kinks ( piss, somno, pedo, pain, blood, wounds, vomit, knife play, incest, gunplay, raceplay).

-Political opinions.