"I just want you, yeah. Have a couple kids got the whole block looking like you."
Summary: In which Adrian Proposes mid fight.
Note: Rewrote this because tumblr is an ass and deleted it and i dont have the draft. :( Anyway, probably OOC much but it was my first oneshot :((
Dividers credits: @uzmacchiato
The world was too loud when it happened.
Whenever you two had a fight you weren't yelling at the other like how a couple's fight is supposed to go because adrian refuses to yell at you. It was humbling. Every time you're close to raising your voice, he'll cup your face and cut you off with a kiss and just say: "Let's talk calmly, babe. According to google it's not very healthy to scream at each other. Bad for the relationship and i know you're upset with me, but i don't wanna lose you just because we had a fight."
So it's nearly impossible to have continue arguing with him.
It's impossible to be upset with him for long.
Until tonight.
"Why the fuck are you being like this?! is it so hard not to risk your life for once?! You almost fucking died!" you yelled for the first time in your entire 2 year relationship.
You two were fighting the white dragon's men, when mid fight adrian dropped something and he quickly slit the man's throat before looking for it, causing him to get shot.
"Don't yell at me, babe. I'm not yelling at you." he said quietly.
"I'll yell at you because you were being stupid!" you screamed at him. "You're bleeding, i dont have medical experience and i dont know how to stop this and i dont want to lose you over some stupid thing you lost!''
''It's important to me -''
''I don't give a single, motherfucking fuck! You got shot! shot, adrian-''
''I'll be fine though -''
''What if you don't?! i -''
''For fucks sake, babe i got shot at my leg not my neck!''
''I didn't goddamn asked!''
There was too much blood pouring out of his leg and you were starting to think he was gonna die of blood loss or he'll be paralyzed or have his leg amputated.
''Why would you do that?! is it so much more important than getting out of here alive?! huh?!"
He let you scold him, let you hurl insults while you try your best to give him first aid. He let you do all that because even though your words are venomous, you clearly didn't mean it. You were worried, and rightfully upset. Your hands were shaking so bad, and your breathing was labored as you try to help him.
You were scared to lose him, and adrian can't help but understand why. He got shot because he didn't want to lose the engagement ring he saved up two years for. Three, if you count the year he met you. Because the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted to marry you. He knew he'd rather go deaf than never hear your voice again, go blind than never see your face again, armless if it meant he never got to hold you in his arms again.
He may be wrong in so many things, he may be the ''weird boyfriend'' your family called, he may be the psychopath the team needed but he knew one thing:
He'd rather die than leave your side.
''I swear once we see the others i will never talk to you for a whole week -''
''- Marry Me.'' he cut you off.
Time stood still in the sea of worry and frustration, and adrian can't help but see the vision of love that never stopped filling your eyes even when you're mad.
''... What?" you asked dumbly, halfway trying to figure out a way to bandage his leg.
But instead of answering, he pulled out the ring - custom made because you mentioned once that you wanted a ring like in the fantasy movies - and put it on your finger.
He's sure you'll say yes anyway.
''I know i'm not easy.'' He said quietly. ''I know i make you worry a lot. But i really didn't want to lose the ring because i don't want to wait another year without getting the honor of being your husband.''
You grew quiet as you teared up, and he cupped your cheek before the tears fell.
''I'm nervous right now, but i know you wanted to be asked right. I know you had a dream proposal in mind and i promise babe, i was gonna do it the way you dreamed as a kid with all the fireworks and stuff but -''
He inhaled.
''May i be your husband?'' His voice was filled with so much love that it feels like he'll explode with it.
May i be your husband? Not ''Will you be my wife?'' but ''May i be your husband?''
He's not asking you to be his.
He's asking to be yours.
And at that moment, You were sure he's the person you wanna wake up to and sleep with. He's the person you want to argue with, debate with, converse with, spend time with, and grow old with.
So is there really any other answer than a 'yes'?
You nodded repeatedly, and he pressed his forehead against yours, whispering: "Thank you for letting me love you.'' before passing out.
Cue the panic from you, and another hurl of curses when he woke up later.
𝒷ruce 𝓌ayne being in love with another vigilante !
gn! reader. he’s my bbg ugh
BRUCE WAYNE, despite secretly holding the title of “world’s greatest detective”, had a hard time figuring out who you were initially. the sudden debut of another masked vigilante crusading under the gotham moon had him eager to identify you since he first spotted you out on his patrol. the press took note of your allusive nature, comparing you to the bat. this had bruce’s head hurting, wondering who you were and what you were doing in his city.
BRUCE WAYNE, who loathed you at first. you wanted to survey gotham just like him? amateur. surely, a super-criminal would decommission you sooner or later, and he’d have to clean up your mess. bruce wanted you off the streets away from danger. after a while, when bruce found that the masked stranger could defend themself, he fumed even more.
BRUCE WAYNE, who once found you irritating, soon found himself working alongside you. robin even started to muse that bruce had started harboring a crush, which bruce thought was juvenile… and almost accurate. though he couldn’t deny the way you would put yourself in harm’s way for him whilst stopping one of his rogues made him that much fonder of you. whilst alone in the batmobile, he would think of you, wondering if you were nearby and needing help tying up the penguin or needing help fleeing two-face.
BRUCE WAYNE, while in the daylight attends one of many wayne enterprise meetings, meets a public relations manager with very familiar inflictions in their voice. and the way they walked… after a couple of months, he had a lead. so, as the dark knight, bruce would see you leave the office of the very corporation he ran. now, all that was left to do was discover the motive.
BRUCE WAYNE, who sympathizes with you once he figures out more about the events that shaped who you were. it’s reminiscent of his own past. he had the night at the theater, and your night was at the library, studying away from your family. because you were away from home, you were the only one spared.
BRUCE WAYNE, who asks his public relations manager out on a date a month after meeting them. he tried telling himself it’s only to get info on you, but the way he’d sincerely laugh at a corny joke of yours told the opposite. it’s not long before you two became a couple.
BRUCE WAYNE, who even after discovering who your alter ego was, never wanted to reveal his secret identity to you. you and batman would work together sometimes, but batman appeared to only work with you in a cold and determined manner. bruce, on the other hand, was warm, charming, and always at your side checking up on you. he took great lengths to keep you in the dark. he told himself he would tell you who he really was, but you didn’t even know that bruce knew about your secret first. and besides, putting you in harms way through being close to batman was a risk he wasn’t willing to take any time soon. he’d even thought of ending the relationship just to keep you safe, even if it meant breaking your heart.
BRUCE WAYNE, who you discovered was batman by stumbling into the batcave on a sick day. your dear boyfriend was at work, leaving you and alfred inside the manor. alfred was busy preparing a soup for you in the kitchen, but you made your way to the library, figuring that you’d just quickly find a book and scramble back to your bed to continue resting. how were you to know once of the various books, the one in a million you choose to look at, would actually be a disguised handle that revealed a secret entrance.
BRUCE WAYNE, who comes clean to you after coming home from work, stood frozen in front of a glass case containing his costume and cowl. you’re not shocked, instead worried. he’s also putting himself in harm’s way? you come clean to him about your double life, only for him to reply, “i know, y/n. i’ve known for a while.” you both spend the rest of your evening that day discussing more about secrets, double-lives, and anxieties.
BRUCE WAYNE, who gets down on one knee while you’re both stood atop a gotham roof. your mask is off, and his cowl is down. it’s a moment after patrolling gotham, when the city is finally sleeping. a rare moment for a crime-ridden city. the rock shines and reflects city lights as bruce looks up into your eyes.
“i can’t promise you a normal life… i can’t promise that i’ll always come back in one piece… but i can promise to put you before me, and to give you tomorrow if it means i only have tonight.”
hii can i request a smut for rorschach?? this fandom is so dry rn 😭
✎ᝰ. EVIL WAYS ✧ WALTER KOVACS
a/n: trying a new layout hopefully its cute !! i didn’t know how kinky u wanted this so lmk 😓
fem! villain! reader . . . mdni. porn w/ no plot tbh. clothes ripping. degradation. piv sex. nipple play. creampie. no aftercare. idk rorschach is just mean in this.
YOU STOLE FOR fun. other villains knew it, heroes knew it. that’s just who you were. you just didn’t expect to come across him tonight. you’d fought the nite-owl, silk spectre, and many b-list heroes, but none of them irked you in a way rorschach did.
you’d have no chance of escaping him through physical prowess. it felt like he had the strength of a lion. instead, you’d have to evade him through flustering the masked man.
it was only a matter of time before schoolgirl kisses atop his mask just wouldn’t do a thing.
“put down the jewelry,” the figure says among the shadows.
you’re right in the middle of plucking pearls from the safe of a socialite when rorschach makes his presence known. he takes in the sight of your skin-tight costume. he’s glowering under his mask, dressed like a slut.
you turn to him, musing, “i don’t think so.”
then the chase begins. you leap through a window with the agility of a cat. it’s a small advantage at first, but rorschach’s grappling hook cancels it out as he moves faster across building to building. after a few minutes, he’s caught up, and it ends as quickly as it started.
“don’t move, y/n,” he growls, standing right in front of you.
“or what?” you coo.
he moves closer to you, hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat, and your hands find their way to the collar of his jacket. lustful, rorschach remarks darkly, she deserves punishment.
his left hand leaves his pocket and flashes a pair of handcuffs to you. he reaches for your wrist but your opposite hand curls into a fist and swings at him. rorschach backs up, freeing you.
he grunts, “you really want to test me tonight? fine. you’re asking for it.”
he moves closer and pins you down on the rooftop. the iron grip rorschach has on your wrists is bound to leave marks. you try your best and use all your strength to lift up your hands or kick back, but to him, you’re just squirming prey.
the only reason his grip on you loosens is because of a long kiss pressed against his mask. he felt the outline of your lips move against his own, and his brows furrow.
“don’t move, slut,” rorschach groans before he rips the fabric covering your chest. your breasts spill out and he’s quick to put his mouth on your nipples, sucking and biting on them.
he justifies his haste with your clothing with your quickening heartbeat and the moan you made when he smacked your boobs, watching them bounce. one hand moves down to undo his trenchcoat, and you feel his growing hard-on pressed against your cunt. she wanted this, he tells himself.
“r-rorschach…” you moan before his fingers make their way lower and lower.
he feels how soaked you are through your costume. there’s a damp spot where your pussy is. he bites his lip under his mask.
“you like it?” he asks, not bothering to stop.
you slowly nod, face red-hot now. your swift demeanor changed a long time ago. now, you felt so little under rorschach. he wastes no time tearing away the cloth covering your cunt.
never once does he let you see his face as he ravages you. the thrill of a stranger taking you was welcomed ecstasy. the sound of rorschach’s fly unzipping sends a shiver down to your core. he rubs the tip against your wet folds, milking your arousal.
“use your words,” he asks, “what do you want?”
“you.”
“gonna have to be a little more specific than that, doll,” he hums lowly as he grinds his dick harder against you.
“your dick…” you huff, “please…”
you begging has him whipped. rorschach immediately pushes past your folds and straight to your cervix. he bottoms out into you in his first thrust, causing you to clench down and furrow your brows at the sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
he starts picking up his pace, murmuring, “you got a tight pussy on you. didn’t expect that.”
you can’t even retaliate. you’re too cock-drunk to talk back to rorschach. you watch as he looks from your pussy to your face, but there’s no eye contact, no intimacy. just desperate sex on a rooftop for manhattan to hear your lewd cries as rorschach takes you.
his thrusts speed up and he groans, “you want it inside?”
“y-yes,” is all you can stutter out as rorschach pounds into you harder now.
you wrap your legs around his hips as he thrusts, causing him to push deeper. it isn’t long before rorschach’s groaning softly, spilling his cum into you in long ropes. you can feel every drop leaking from his tip before he pulls his dick out of you. he watches as pearly beads drip from your pussy, and he uses a finger to fuck it back inside of you before making you suck his fingers clean.
“stay out of trouble,” is all rorschach mutters before he zips his pants back up.
he takes one last look at you, breathing heavy with post-sex messy hair. you’re glowing, yet he leaves without any last words.
THE BATBOYS + BRUCE WITH A S/O AS THEIR “GUY IN THE CHAIR”/ORACLE
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ 𝑹EQUESTS 𝑶PEN ! xx
— DICK ♡
dick would 100% love his own “guy in the chair”. would never complain, but may feel bad as it could take up a lot of your own time. though, as a solo vigilante in bludhaven, the nights get lonely. it’s nice having some company along with the extra help. dick likes to chat with you during “work”, mid-fight and all.
“so, ARGH— how does pizza for dinner sound?”
“focus, honey!!!”
petnames. over. the. intercoms. this guy is calling you “sweetheart” whilst fighting ninjas or “baby” as he dodges fists. there’s a weird calmness to his voice even though he’s in the face of danger. chalk it up to his younger years as the boy wonder. dick will even crack jokes, loving the way you get worried (he finds it cute in an evil way). he’ll always reassure you that he’s fine.
expect his intercom to constantly break up due to bad connections. even with the wayne tech upgrades, dick will constantly have terrible service and you still haven’t found out how or why.
dick also pretends to break up his reception with you, but you can definitely tell it’s him based on the bad static sounds.
“babe, i thought tim was going to patrol tonight? we’ve been planning this night-in for weeks!”
“kzzz— oh jeez, you’re breaking up on me, sweetheart! gotta go, bye!”
not to mention, dick also like to buzz your intercom for no reason out of the blue just to mess with you. he literally pranks you over the radio.
— BRUCE ♡
bruce was incredibly hesitant at first. he’s always been hesitant with allowing people to aid in his war on crime, but as his significant other, he was especially worried someone or something would find out you were helping batman. if anything happened to you and it was his fault, he couldn’t live with himself. still, you persisted with your pleas to help him, and eventually, you wore him down.
intercom communications are relatively short. as always, bruce is incredibly serious when he’s “working”.
“how’s the night going, love?”
“it’s… going. might be home late. talk to you later, darling.”
you’ve gained some pretty solid investigative skills since you’ve first started helping bruce. he’s even found you still working at the batcomputer after he’s come home, cowl still on as he approached you and asked what you’ve been doing. he often finds you still working despite his protests for you to go to bed.
once found you tinkering with a new prototype intercom when you couldn’t sleep. found it simultaneously cute and troublesome, so he ushered you back to sleep.
you and bruce spent a good time brain storming a code name for yourself. bruce insisted that it didn’t really matter, but you voiced the opposite. he endured what felt like and probably was hours.
you laugh when bruce uses his raspy, dark knight voice while talking to you.
“y/n, please. take this more seriously, love.”
“you need a cough drop.”
— JASON ♡
jason would insist that he didn’t need your help. stubborn as usual, he would ignore your pleas like a brick wall. no matter how pissed off or sad you were, jason firmly stood his ground. it wasn’t until you hooked up a wire onto his costume while he wasn’t looking and connected it to your microphone that he realized you could be of use: you gave him info he needed in a critical time that he didn’t have before.
he wouldn’t say thank you afterwards. the closest thing you got was “not bad.” you teased him, going on about how much he needed you:
“you’re putting words in my mouth. quit it or i’ll take back every nice thing i’ve said about you.”
jason jokes that your voice is annoying over the radio. of course, if you genuinely feel hurt by this, he’ll apologize sincerely. on the other hand, if you insult him back, he’s a lil stinka and goes “are ya butt hurt? are ya butt hurt??”
you always hear motorcycle noises in the background of his transmissions.
there’s been so many times where he’s gone silent over intercoms. the amount of heart attacks you’ve almost had is insane. then, he’ll pop back on air and go, “god, i hate the league of shadows…”
“y/n, i got two to my left. radio—”
does not want to have fancy code names. you both refer to each other as the first initial of your names (j & etc). the stubborn mule will die on this hill and have it his way.
— TIM ♡
tim most definitely wants you as an oracle figure to him. definitely has dreamt about it. as soon as he brings it up and you actually want to? he falls in love even more and nerds out. reminds him of spy movies.
one of the first things tim has you doing is looking up random facts and repeating them to him while he’s out either in his robin or red robin costume. but useless information you’ll never need in your life like why toilets are porcelain. he knows you’ll never need them.
corrects you if you stutter over the radio like an asshole.
“tim, y-y’know what i—”
“y-y’know what?”
“…”
compliments your voice over the intercoms though almost every time you talk to him. never during fights or stealth missions of course, but when he’s by himself and it’s just you and him, he tells you how handsome/pretty your voice sounds. his feet will be dangling off a rooftop after a mission and he’ll just relax by listening to you yap.
the type of guy to also speak before thinking over it. he’ll blurt out not only compliments, but anything from what he wants to have for lunch to facts about animals you’ve never heard of.
has pretended to get hit by a car over transmissions.
he’ll disregard bruce’s orders and use the intercoms while off-duty. tim’s at the grocery store with a mini earpiece on whispering to you so he can buy you a snack. why the intercoms? better signal.
— DAMIEN ♡
“this is ridiculous. i was forged from deadly assassins! i don’t need any aid.”
poor guy is just like jason. however, unlike jason, he never warms up to the fact you’re his oracle. it dampens his ego a bit. plus, he doesn’t want to rope you into his vigilante life and put you in any potential harm. it wouldn’t have stopped you anyways though.
“dami, you don’t always know everything, but you don’t have to. let me help.”
ignores your instructions the first couple of missions with you as his oracle. honestly a little mean at first. it literally takes him a near-death experience to think, ‘huh, maybe listening to y/n would be a good idea.’
when gotham is quiet, if only for a few moments, he’ll get a little soft with you over the comms. but only for a little, asking, “how was your day?” “should i pick up food when i come home?” this is rare though. he’s literally all-business 99% of the time.
if other people are on the comms (team up!), he’s only mr. grouchy-tough-guy. he’s got a need to prove himself when it comes to you and others.
always a bit jealous that you can hack stuff and he can’t.
has told you to relax and take the night away from being oracle just to call you in the middle of the night saying, “honey, about relaxing…”
likes the sound of your voice during missions. it calms him.
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