beautiful frankenstein - putting the skin stolen from jerome's face back on
breakup with your boyfriend because i'm bored - based on the ariana grande song "break up with your girlfriend because i'm bored"
hush - helping arthur through a laughing fit
two of his worst nightmares - helping bruce through a really rough nightmare
dealing w/ s/o being a meta human - headcannons
j-jeremiah - falling in love with pre-spray jeremiah
being with billy batson/shazam - different scenarios that explain what it's like being w/ billy
long day - billy being a fantastic boyfriend after a long day
being with freddy freeman - different scenarios that explain what it's like being w/ freddy
gotham men & their babies names - incudes oswald cobblepot, edward nygma, victor zsasz, jerome valeska, johnathan crane, jervis tetch, james gordon, harvey bullock, alfred pennyworth, & bruce wayne
the new jokers and their type - includes jerome valeska, jared leto's joker, and arthur fleck
if you’ve followed my blog for long you know that i consistently and constantly try to upload things and even created a schedule for myself.
however, that didn’t last long as i was very ill (if anyone wants to know more please reach out i’d be happy to explain)
i’m now having trouble finishing paying off my hospital bills for er stays (since ofc in the USA healthcare is not free)
if you can help in anyway please do. this has been a hard summer, i miss being on here, and if i meet my goal i promise we will have a huge celebration on the blog and everyone who sends me something will be rewarded as well.
warnings: cursing and if you plan on staying here as in following this blog know i have a potty mouth
summary: bruce never gets home early, in fact he gets home at the oddest hours at night when you SHOULD be asleep little does he know sometimes you don't happen to be asleep at all, and you know what he does.
authors note: it's short and a little out of character but I wanted to post because i have been working on huge fics and even a series. i didn't wanna leave everyone high and dry.
3:34 AM
You should’ve been asleep hours ago, nothing about your day had been specifically exhausting but you had gotten up at one of the more decent hours of the day. Early enough to have breakfast that is. But as you looked at your phone once more, rolling over in the big bed you noticed the time and how one side of the bed was still folded up and made. All of the lights were off and though it was dark outside it was always that way so it didn’t exhaust you the way it should have.
Turning off your phone and placing it on the nightstand you turned your back to the side of the bed that was put together which also happened to be the side of the bed that was facing the door. Curling up with a pillow you closed your eyes and tried to pretend to be tired believing that maybe if you did that you would fall asleep. The feeling of the cold pillow against your face was satisfactory as was the fact that the sheets under you were also quite cool.
As you laid there eyes closed trying to sleep you heard the door close not open, and very faintly you could hear footsteps so quiet you couldn’t recognize whether they were outside in the hallway or in the room with you. Now you had some spy work to do as you continued to guess until you almost jumped out of your skin at the feeling of someone getting into bed right next to you.
What made you even more nervous was the feeling of fingers touching the back of your neck moving your hair that had to be wild off of your face. Why was this scary and strange? Bruce was never overly physically affectionate most of the day the two of you were together and often did things together but rarely was the affection ever on purpose, most times it was just accidental brushing against one another or sharing something as simple as food.
The kiss to your cheek almost made you jump and turn around, the cold hand moving up and down your exposed arm continued until the person next to you decided to situate the blanket on your body better fully covering your body.
“That didn’t go well for me, I always seem to be one step behind. Hopefully I’ll figure it out before more people die.” You recognized Bruce’s voice and immediately untensed your body. Did he do this every night? You thought to yourself as you felt him right up against your back.
Of course he spoke to you but never about his nightly adventures, though as Bruce Wayne he did very little with his day he still had actual conversations with you. But as you laid there with him, his chest up against your back and his left arm moving up and down your body you just pretended to be asleep.
“Tomorrow I have to break down more ciphers, whoever this is speaks in riddles. I should say thank you to both you and Alfred for making me help you with all sorts of puzzles.” Bruce laughed a little bit thinking about all the times the two of you would force him to help with a crossword, riddle finder, word unscrambler, or word search. How he would just sigh and sit near either of you and try to be helpful even though he would sit there for a few moments and the two of you would get the answer yourself. He would simply roll his eyes or sigh, shaking his head before returning to whatever he was doing.
“I love you Y/n, I could never see you hurt. I promise you that I will find this man and I will put him away.” With a kiss to your temple he curled into your body holding onto you with one arm securely locked around your middle. His fingers move your shirt up slightly to move them up and down your stomach to the bottom of your ribs. His breath was light against the top of your head as he laid trying to sleep the same way you had been earlier.
You smiled to yourself and did everything in your power to hold back from grabbing his hand that was around your body. To not turn around and kiss him or respond to the comments that he had spoken of. But you knew better, if you did there was a possibility that he would stop. Even though he didn’t say what it did for him you knew you were the only one that he would talk about his night in that way to. Of course he and Alfred had conversations about it, but all of them were always technical, never emotional. He probably did this often. You were always asleep by the time he would return home. And even if you happened to be awake he would wait until you were asleep to even try to go to bed.
Waking up like this most likely wouldn’t happen, but the idea that it could made your chest warmer. Moving ever so slightly you positioned yourself more comfortable against him. His breathing became deeper and more full of air telling you he was asleep and so you whispered,
summary: crime in gotham is at an all time high, and at the worst possible time you were photographed by the journalists with none other than bruce wayne. they just so happened to make your relationship status public. bruce doesn't trust you to be out alone but doesn't want the press to be anymore exhausting so he makes you wear some gear in case you get into trouble, what he didn't expect was how you talked about him. (1.6k words)
authors note: there was a tiktok audio i heard today and it made me think of this
“Is this really necessary? I’m just picking up my dress that you ripped.” You rolled your eyes and sighed after speaking as Bruce corrected the earpiece that you apparently had put in improperly.
“Look at me.” He ignored your question, leaning down to look into your eyes bouncing between the two of them.
“Yes because I am sure the seamstress’s shop is the center of crime.” Having half a mind to just turn around and walk away, you stood there knowing he wasn’t gonna let you leave without knowing that everything was properly placed.
“Is there something in your eye or am I walking in on something else?” Alfred peeped from around the corner and started speaking.
“No, Bruce just wants to play Spy Kids because I am going two blocks away. Soon I’m gonna be walking around with Batman chasing me everywhere I go.” You huffed turning on your heels as soon as he nodded his head and took his hand off of your face.
“Seems like you already do.” Alfred showed you the newspaper that had both of your faces front and center on the front cover.
“He’s never gonna leave the house again without his mask if they keep this up. Though that is actually a good picture.” You leaned over and spoke to Alfred smiling.
“Maybe we should cut it out and frame it.” You heard Bruce make noise in annoyance as you laughed and nodded at the man in the chair.
“Absolutely, perfect example, he’s scowling and I’m smirking.” You patted Alfred’s shoulder before standing up straight again, “I’ll be back in less than fifteen minutes so no one panic.” You put your hands up and walked towards and then out the door.
Walking down the street nothing abnormal was happening which was odd for Gotham but at least Bruce wouldn’t have a freakout, dress up, and run out to save you from anything. As you walked down the street you pulled your coat closer to your body as most of the people around you were looking at you up and down. Your nerves rose a bit as more eyes connected with yours or just simply your passing form.
As you crossed the street and stepped onto the other concrete sidewalk a voice echoed through your ear, “Can you hear me?”
You yelped to a point that it could almost be considered a scream before registering the voice, “Bruce, stop it.” you spoke in a hushed voice that was coated with sheer irritation, “Everyone is already looking at me the last thing I need is for people to think I’m talking to myself like a crazy person.”
You could hear him snicker a little as you picked up your footing not wanting a longer conversation or having to deal with eyes following you around.
Walking into the small shop right in the middle of many others a small bell rang from the door, without having to speak the woman behind the counter walked away into the back to get your belongings. There were other people in the small area just sitting around, some waiting on their garments to be done while others were sewing or stitching patterns into clothes. But everyone came to a halt when they recognized who you were. And anyone who didn’t get quickly informed.
“So you’re real?” One of the women waiting spoke to you.
“Yeah.” You spoke quickly trying to avoid conversation, shoving your hands into the thick pockets of your coat.
“Wow, the woman who wooed the trust fund prince. Never thought I’d see you without him, but then again he doesn’t really come out much.” She spoke again leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.
“Wonder why.” You turned and spoke to her sarcastically as you shook your head hoping that she would recognize the fact that the moment you walked in you were being eyeballed and asked questions.
“We’ve never actually seen him until you popped up.” Another woman spoke up from the left side of the first woman who piped up.
You had no comment, there was no way in hell you were gonna be the reason for angry women in a dress shop at 11 o'clock in the morning.
“What color are his eyes?” Turning around again one of the seamstresses from behind you had asked an innocent question.
“I don’t know, he wears shades all the time, even in the house.” You weren’t lying, most of the time he acted like light scared him, clearly, they weren’t going to stop talking and you were in a tight space.
“Is he tall?” The woman whose blouse was being fixed asked the next question.
“I gotta look up.” You smirked and shrugged your shoulders. This could actually get interesting. You thought to yourself.
“Are you having fun?” Bruce spoke into your ear as you laughed a little to yourself.
“Well, I hear that he’s a bad guy.” The same negative Nelly from earlier decided to pipe up and put her input where it wasn’t needed yet again.
“He’s good-bad, but he’s not evil. More grumpy than bad.” Holding your smirk you thought about how much Bruce had to be hating this.
“Does he ever smile?” Before the rude woman could say anything else her seamstress asked you another question.
“Rare occasion but yes he does, especially-” Before you could finish your sentence Bruce spoke in your ear again, “If you’re thinking about finishing that sentence the way I think you are do not.”
“Especially at night, he’s not much for sleep.” You changed your original answer trying to stay as honest as possible. But adding a little wink that Bruce couldn’t see, but from the look on some of the women's faces he could probably figure it out.
“Y/n L/n?” The woman from the counter had come back from the back.
“Here you go.” You pulled the money from your pocket as it was latched with a golden keeper.
“That was quite a bad rip, luckily it was able to be completely fixed.” She smiled at you as you took the dress off the counter.
“Too much fun is never a bad thing, thank you so much.” You smiled back at her nodding as the women around you gasped and began to whisper amongst themselves.
Your walk home was almost identical to the walk there, but you were less concerned with everyone else’s reactions to your presence. You were more pleased with what you had just done, and you were happy to have your dress back. Opening the door you sat your dress down and took off your coat hanging it where it belonged.
“I’m back and alive.” You shouted as you saw no one from where you were taking off your shoes, picking the dress up again as you continued your walk through the manor.
“I hear you talk highly of Mr. Wayne while you’re out.” Alfred approached you first taking the dress from you, no matter how many times you told him that you could do simple tasks he never let you.
“Oh dear god, is he ready to kill me.” You laughed and walked with Alfred a bit concerned.
“I had to hold back laughter sitting there listening, you are quite swift when put on the spot.” He laughed a bit as you looked over at him wide-eyed.
“One of my many skills I must say.” As you finished your sentence Bruce stood next to all of his spy equipment staring at you. “The man of the hour looks happy.” You whispered to Alfred before he laughed quietly and walked away.
“Hello sweetheart, how are you?” You started the conversation by walking over to him not wanting to take the earpiece out incorrectly.
“Apparently I’m grumpy.” He mumbled as he stood cross-armed.
“You wouldn’t let me tell them when you’re not grumpy.” You retorted back turning your head to the side touching the top of your ear to signal for him to take out the annoying technology in your ear.
He placed a hand on the underside of your jaw as his other hand took the earpiece out with ease.
“Are you mad at me? You’re kind’ve hard to gauge emotion-wise.” Whispering you looked down at your feet like a little kid.
“No.” He spoke curtly but lifted your head up in his hands to look at him, his eyes were soft and so was his face. He wasn’t clenching his jaw or scowling, which were all good signs. “You talk about me often?”
“You always seem to pop up in conversation.” You smirked at him pretending to have to think about what he had asked.
“Clearly.” Keeping your face in his hands you expected him to take the contacts out of your eyes but instead, he leaned down and kissed you.
“You’re so mysterious people don’t even know what color your eyes are.” You put a hand on his chest and laughed, putting your head down a little bit.
“You know what color they are. That’s good enough for me.” Bruce played into your laughing and joking around.
“Don’t worry, you heard me, I didn't tell on you.” The two of you laughed together as you stood there in close contact, “I’ll never tell on you.”
“I know.” With that being said he pulled you into a hug making you put your arms around his body and lean into the sound of his heartbeat. He might’ve been a grumpy man who wore sunglasses inside the house but he was your grumpy man who wore sunglasses in the house and that was made clear in photos and now to whoever those women in the dress shop spoke to…
