i want to thank everybody who is supporting my work and i can't express how much you guys are making my days better! i can’t thank any single one of you that i’m so grateful for each of you and again, i’m speechless that you guys love my work!! this is a little update: i know it’s been so long but as i’ve mentioned i’m having both work and course to attend simultaneously, that’s why my writing is too slow. But i just wanted to make sure that I haven't forgotten about your requests and i’ll definitely be delivering them as soon as i get my inspiration (you can check what i’ve promised to write based on you guys’ requests ♡). So, thank you for your understanding and patience, thank you for your support!! i’m sending lots of virtual hugs!!
“about what I write”, “pieces on the way.” and “the masterlist”
Hey its anon who was begging you for more will 🥰 i saw your post and first off i wanna say: welcome back!!! I missed you! Secondly: as a will and court of owls enthusiast 🤓, your proposed ideas get a green light from me! I actually really enjoy your exploration into darker themes and i'm excited to see what you have in store 😊 as much as i enjoy your bruce pieces (how could i not! Thats why i initially followed you for after all), theres something about how you write the reader's emotions and perspective that really does it for me. Regardless, whichever direction you choose to go, i will gladly follow! Thank you for remembering me and thank you for writing such wonderful pieces🥰
HELLO, HELLO!!!
I am so glad that i found you here, my dear and welcomeeeee too!!!! Thank you so much for your kind words and support and of course I’d remember you!! I try to remember every person who supports me genuinely. Thank you for your mindfulness, i will dig up that man for sure, i mean both of them 🤭 ♡ sending you lots of virtual hugs!!! 🥹🫂💗🫶🏻
i’m finally back with some pieces as I took my exam one week ago and i hope i will gonna’ write as much as i can since i’m free now. I’m thanking everyone who had waited this long for my comeback and everyone who had supported my work! I hope your days and weeks will be amazing as you guys had my days and weeks amazing!! ♡ 🫶🏻
So, here is a question of the day: I am working on an idea that is heavily inspired by the “Court of Owls” and “Eyes Wide Shut”, with dark themes, and I really wonder what you guys think? I think this would be deeper than the ones I’ve done, like “The Madonna” and “An Owl For Your Lover.” pieces, and obviously, I’ll put warnings on them, but genuinely, I think about your advice. It is quite interesting to me to discover and apply some deeper and darker elements to my works. Let me just say that this piece of mine will focus on the reader — you — mainly rather than Bruce and are there any recommendations you would suggest or see? I want to value every idea for my interest. And to the anonymous stranger who loves Court Of Owls (William) basically will get a high content of him though, i love to create a morally ambiguous character soooooo, what do you think?
Have an amazing day/night and I’ll be deleting this later. Lots of virtual hugsssss, ♡
Hello! I'm a newbie Batman fan. I really mean that, since I'm barely catching up in animated media and I wanna get into comics. :') I love your content and how you portray Bruce! I'm so obsessed with it <3 so if it's okay, can you please give comic recommendations? Have a nice day!! ✨🦇🩷
Well, hello, hello!
First of all, welcome to the fandom, my dear stranger, and thank you for your kind words!! 🫶🏻💗 I LOVE THIS QUESTION BECAUSE WE NEED TO DIG UP THE BRUCE COMICS THAT I HAVE READ!!!!
Alright, I will mainly give you my favorite recommendations of Young Bruce, the Bruce that led him to be the Batman, his struggles and psychology at that time + him as a young father figure to Dick. I do not like to read Bruce in his late 30's and early 40's since the mischaracterization of him is too apparent. And when I read something, such as comics and books, I always analyze what I've read, what I've learnt, and what kind of impression it gave me. Thus, the recommendations I will give you includes 95% of Bruce in his early Bat years.
I start with my all-time favorite “Batman: The Knight” by Chip Zdarsky. I heavily adore this comic so much since I believe it is such a great comic book that shows us Bruce’s inner thoughts, his bare anger, his love, and his inexperience with the world. This comic gives me the way exactly how Bruce is truly inside when he was a teen/adult until his twenty-five-year-old self. I love how he is portrayed as an angry boy who never lets it go. I think when we think about Bruce, we really need to look one of the core qualities he has in him, such as anger is one of them. Another thing is his obsession. I think we all can see through the mirror how obsessive he is, how headstrong he is. And at the end, all of them are the result of his love, which makes so much sense that Zdarsky made an excellent point in this piece that I cannot stop re-reading it. If you want to start Batman, you should definitely read this!
Okay, here comes the next part: you can follow up to read “Batman: Year One” by Frank Miller since it is the original cult classic one that I’ve also read. “Batman: The Knight” have a transition to this one so do not worry about the time lapse. You can also listen to this on Spotify which I’ve also done and it was so fun! “DC High Volume: Batman” is a podcast where you can find “Batman: Year One”, “Batman: The Long Halloween”, and “Batman: Dark Victory” and listen to them.
Speaking of the “Batman: The Long Halloween” by Jeph Loeb, an amazing piece which I love but my love for the “Batman: Dark Victory” by the same author is overwhelming it. You need to read The Long Halloween (TLH) first, then Dark Victory (DV) because they are both prequels and sequels to each other. TLH is a mainly challenging and interesting year for Young Bat Bruce because he has faced vulnerability and inexperience again. I do not want to spoil it because TLH has so much more details we can talk and dig into Bruce’s psychology at that time but we will have an adorable person who will happen to join us!!! And DV will open up more answers for you so that's all I have to say.
TLH and Dark Victory will have Richard “Dick” Grayson in them, I think that’s why they are must-reads! I love how gentle Bruce tries to be with Dick and we can proceed to take these comics as a head start because I believe if you have read these two in their relationship, you can pick any comic that includes Bruce and Dick’s relationship and call it your canon one, since the core meeting started in these two.
I usually read like this. I am reading the core materials at first and then searching for the comics where I read and analyze to find Bruce’s psychological status and his “true” characterization. If you have read the core materials to know what the situation is about, you can pick a comic and read it without any confusion.
I have some Young Bat Bruce comics which I’d recommend:
“Batman: Dark Patterns” by Dan Watters (this one is one of my favorites!)
“Batman: Gargoyle of Gotham” by Rafael Grampa
“Batman: Night Cries” by Archie Goodwin (this has warnings by the way, it includes darker themes, so be aware)
For Bruce and Dick, I have two versions and I love how they are opposite of each other, but they are good for the start:
“Batman & Robin: Year One” (2024) by Mark Waid
“Robin and Batman” by Jeff Lemire (this is my favorite!)
I think Bruce and Dick’s relationship is too interesting from any perspective when we look at it, but these two will be enough for now.
And my must-have reads for this time and my favoriteeeeeeeee one is one and only “Batman: The Court of Owls” and its sequel, “Batman: The City of Owls” by Scott Snyder! The Court of Owls is one of my most favored Batman villains, and honestly they give me chills because we have a very familiar scenario in our world. Listen, you need to read this after you read about Bruce and Dick because this takes place years later and I DO NOT WANT YOU TO GET SPOILERS! You will get some shocking details sooooo.
Anyways, here are some for the beginning my dear stranger. Please, do forgive me because I am too busy in these days with my upcoming exam and I couldn't write more for you. I wish you an amazing reading time and thank you again for supporting me! Sending you virtual hugs!! 🫶🏻💗
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BRING BACK THE COURT OF OWLS AND WILL!!!! those still are some of my favorite fics from you (other than the bat in love!) I will sacrifice everything for more im on my knees begging respectfully 🙏
OH MY DEAR STANGER, PLEASE THAT IS AN HONOR FOR ME TO BRING BACK WILLIAM 😭😭 you don't need to do anything, thank you so much!!! Sending lots of virtual hugssss!!! 💗🫶🏻🫂
just a curious question, would you guys like to read about the Court of Owls again? Like does that interest anyone? Specifically, Will Powers. ‘Cause there is an idea that running through my head and I just wanted to know if you guys are into Court of Owls like me?
Miss iliana!! First off i feel it's imperative to tell you that you are my all time favourite writer on this app!! We are so incredibly lucky that we get to read such phenomenal writing, i'm so grateful for you and for everything you decide to share with us 🫂 If you don't mind me asking, how did you develop your voice and your writing style, like how much trial and error was involved? Or maybe you have a list of must reads that inspired you the most? I'm so curious as someone who has wanted to start writing for such a long time but always found my ideas and style to be inadequate.
HELLO, HELLO!!! ♡
Oh my dear stranger, what an honor! What an honor truly that you love my work and support me! I got your message yesterday but I was at my lesson, that’s why I couldn’t answer it straight away but I must say you made my whole week, so thank you veryyyy much!!! 💗
We have enough to speak about but before I start, if you struggle overall, you can always message me privately since I am very happy to help in any way I can.
I will not going to lie I really love to analyze what I read — that applies to my favorite characters, too. I think one of the main reasons why I started to write was because I wanted everyone to see Bruce from my perspective, from what I have analyzed and seen, to see at least if there was someone who saw him as I did, specifically young Bruce. Honestly, I tried to uncover and mainly write him in his own persona, thus I only used his comics for that, but not the ones where he was written out of his character.
I think if we are talking about someone who became the hope of Gotham, who changed it as a person who has morals, who has compassion, but no one actually speaks about that a lot. Bruce did not become the greatest Batman suddenly, he had to go through everything by himself to understand what he was capable of and I wanted to show the parts where he was still a young adult and pretty much in love.
I really love to write everything in a realistic vision, since it is the most prominent thing I try to portray in my work. This is what inspires me to write, from the perspective of a realistic vision, both applied to Bruce and the reader. “What would he do?”, “What does this situation lead to?” or “I must connect the dots because I am trying to give a reasonable scenario or story with a realistic possibility.” I constantly think about the details of the work I am writing. But it also has a struggle that I constantly think about it until I finish, re-read, and decide that it is complete. This is one of my errors obviously, I re-read once or twice to see if I have missed anything or all. It is tiring for me honestly, but it is also a plus because I want my work to apply to everyone, so I don't want to leave any detail out of mind.
I think this was the main thing that influenced my writing since after writing a few pieces, you start to develop what you should keep or discard, how you want the sentences to be formed, or how the portrayal would be. It is completely up to you, my dear, so don’t be afraid to write.
As much as you will write, as much as you will develop! Everything needs practice, nothing comes perfectly by their own. You just need to discover what you like, how you want it to go but you need to start writing first. I know what you meant about where you should start, but my answer is: just start. Pick the scenario you want to write and start off like that. Trust me, after that, you will going to enhance since you will know what to say this time, what to bend this time, and all.
And do not wait for any approval, just write what is in your mind, in your inspiration. I started to write from this perspective and look what amazing people I have found, including you and everyone who follows me, who messaged their amazing support to me and honestly, I am so grateful!
Do not lose your mind if your ‘practice’ would take a year or more, since as much as you work on yourself, you will always find your flow.
It is very okay to be in a slump, that’s another thing. So do not let that scare you, since it is no writer’s fault that it happens. Slump, I believe is something that happens eventually because sometimes we can’t put the ideas as we wanted initially or sometimes we have so much going on in our lives that we have no inspiration to write or whatsoever. As soon as you start to write, do not be discouraged by the slump, just think of it as the reading slump, since both of them carry the same meaning.
Another thing is you wanted to know if I have any must-reads, well I do not, unfortunately other than the ones I mentioned. As I said, I heavily use Bruce’s comics — the ones I believe that show his true traits and take them as an inspiration. I read them and analyze them and then I apply his traits in my work. I think what is important is to write Bruce in his character and think if this is what he would do in that sense. For instance, I heavily believe that Bruce, specifically young Bruce is madly in love with his wife, as if he ever had a wife (I mean he does in our mindsssss thoughhhh), because it is his character. That is his character, his trait and we can see it in everything!
His murdered parents, the love carried itself in vengeance and then justice to be the one he is today. His city, because he did not want anyone to suffer from the same fate he had been given and it is also a form of love, compassion, and morality. So sometimes I don’t understand if we can see his ‘signs’ this clearly but why the hell would he be a terrible lover?? I understand that he has struggles, hardships, and trauma but it is the natural situation in our lives to have depression and low self-esteem but instead of giving a realistic, rational portrayal of him, he is always written out of his character.
I want to show his sides, the detail-oriented points where I had read in his comics, and bring them into the work. So, that is the thing I do and that is why I do not have any reading list other than his comics. I think as a writer or a storyteller, it is our job to bring it to the fiction, to bring our point of view to create the work. That is why I want you to start writing to find your own flow by the things that inspire you, aspire you to form an idea in your mind that influences you to write. Keep choosing that thing and apply it to your work.
A work without errors is an impossible thing. Nothing is created without an error. It can be a grammatical error, it can be a hardship to deliver your point but you will get through eventually; you will do it less and sometimes you will write it so perfectly, then it will happen again so do not ever stop writing since it is a very normal thing for a writer. No one is perfect.
So do not be discouraged by the thought that your writing is inadequate or whatever, you can never know that. You can never know what other people like and what kind of style they love to read. You have to start from one point eventually and you will find your own style through it but the most important thing is to write, that's it. And if you never start doing it, you will never find out.
So, my dear stranger, I really hope this would help and at least I did answer your questions but if I couldn't, please forgive me. My second exam is so close and I have almost lost my mind over that, my attention has been weak in recent days. I wish you an amazing experience as you intend to write and I would help as much as I can, so if you ever have something to ask, you know where to come. 🫶🏻💗 Thank you so much again and have an amazing week!
Hi! I was just rereading "An owl for your lover." And I just wanted to say it’s genuinely one of the best things I’ve ever read.
Well, hello there, my dearest stranger!!!
Oh my God, thank you veryyyyyyy much!!! And thank you for loving it!! It is actually one of my favorite ones, too and I didn’t think it would take this kind of support and love and I can’t express my happiness!! ♡ 🫂 you literally made my night! I’m thinking about what I can possibly write a sequel to that but I think it would take time since I am in the middle of preparing for my exam but AGAIN, thank you so much!! Please do not ever keep your ideas if you have one and have an amazing day/night!! 💗🫂
Could you write about batman, batfam with a reader like Alice and a daughter like Klee from genshin impact it’s been stuck in my mind for while where Klee demands playtime from her mom
hello, my dear stranger ♡
and thank you for your idea but unfortunately, I cannot. Unfortunately, I have no idea what Genshin Impact is — I am not from the USA, and I have never come across the content you have mentioned, thus I cannot. And another reason is I won’t be writing about Bruce in his 40’s and current ongoing themes since I mainly write for young Bruce in his twenties and early thirties and his Batman arc. I do have a few requests that I’ve mentioned on “pieces on the way” but apart from that, I again write for his early Bat years and psychology.
I am thankful that you loved my work enough to come and give me your idea, but I am so sorry. If you have other ideas, I am open to them but it will take time to write since my exam is very close and I am stuck with that. Thank you for your understanding and have an amazing day/night! ♡
summary: you and your infamous, lovesick Bat, but with only one of you knowing the other.
warnings: full +18 content (vaginal sex and riding). minors do not interact, please.
notes: hiiiii!!!! ♡ I thought in the middle of break and on Valentine's Day, why I shouldn't write about this specific idea about one year Bat Bruceyyy, a Valentine's Day special for you! This smallest piece is specifically based on “Batman: Year One” where baby was trying his hardest on his promise that he accidentally found the love of his life! 🫶🏻 And this idea was running through my head all those weeks, specifically him like this; i just know that man is crazy for his girl, like infuckingsanely! So, happy reading, my dears!!!
“Shit,” he cursed, his baritone voice filling your ear as he bit the soft skin of your neck. You softly moaned while holding him close by your fingers in his hair as he fucked you with his deep thrusts. Each snap of his hips against yours was deeper and slower than the previous one, diving into you inch by inch while he did. You tried to hide your face from being so easy in his hands, against his shoulder as if it wasn't dark enough in your small room, just a trick of your current sensation. However, his hand that was gripping the metal headboard came through your hair to keep you pressed against your pillow for dragging his lips over your soft skin. His other hand was holding your bare thigh around his waist since you had wrapped your legs around it, to perfectly ease him move in and out of your pussy.
It aroused you more that how he was effortless about handling you like this, never rough and mindful of you. He had improved himself since you two had sex for the first time. It could be so much better if he were open about his ideas or words but it still made you want him like this, quiet and messy, in your dark room.
Your fingers found his upper back which was scarred but also hardened by the muscles. Your fingertips dragged through the one you found at the moment while his cock hit your sweet spots perfectly leaving you breathless. He loved to play with his pace as you realized ‘cause since he started to drag his hips into yours, he was slightly altering his pace on and off, leaving you breathless and whimpering against his bruised skin.
The sound of skin and his breathing right against your ear were the only sounds that filled your room, occasionally your own soft moans in the dense air between you.
“Is it good?” he muttered to you, pressing his nose under your jaw. You believed that he liked the situation you were in, him being buried in you thickly while your legs around his waist could give anyone a vision of lovers, well in fact that you two were strangers that only one of you knew the other.
You tightened your legs around him which made him squeeze your soft flesh as a response to you. He pressed his face to your cheek, making you meet his angle before he caught your lips in a lazy kiss while he fucked you. He kissed you one by one, earning the kisses how he liked but also giving you moments of air since it was harder for you to breathe in this position — you underneath his sturdy body, scorching from his warmth and the quilts around you two in the freezing February night in your bed.
“You’re so sweet.” he groaned at your lips before catching them, rolling his tongue into your mouth as his cock rolled between your folds, stretching your walls utterly. You loved the way he was doing you, the thickness and the skin against yours — him inside of you so good like this.
You sighed into his mouth when he broke the kiss to catch your lips once more before pressing his forehead against yours. You were sweet as honey, almost like the unique flavor he once tasted in his lifetime before he lost the feeling of it until he found it again. Your sighs of love — even though it was early to call this love — and scent were hazy around him, against his face. The feeling shouldn't have made him feel so good like this as he was in your arms, in your sheets but here he was in the bed you had let him rest when you were first aiding him as well as letting him fuck you for the second time in the week. He would stay away from you until there was a hollow in his mind, the hollow that made him think about you in the ways that belonged to the lovers.
You were constantly flickering in his mind when he was in his cave, bruised and freshly awakened from his daytime slumber. Sometimes you were in his mind for a minute before his thoughts wandered to whatever thing he was pondering about, sometimes instead of getting a chance to envision you, he was right near your neighborhood as he watched your silhouette in your window. He did not want to admit or he was obviously ignorant of his own feelings when it came to you until he couldn't bear to miss you anymore as he found himself in your bed. Well, in fact it was the main reason why he was there in the first place on Valentine's Day night, for the purpose of getting enough of you until he came back days later.
Your fingers pulled him back by the hair on his neck, trying to get some air. You were now used to his ushering of being close like this, face to face when you were having sex slowly each time. If you ever recall, you would know he did not like to have a few minutes of release since his only thought was to be with you, thus the sex would last long and slow. You did not mind, did not care as long as he was against your burning skin. You were just as needy as he was for you, a constant ache between your thighs and chest when you were thinking about him. You two were so mad about each other that you were not minding to fuck a stranger in your dark room, yet if you dared to call him a stranger anymore. He would come in the night for you to help him with his wounds — even though he had Alfred as his upper hand — or just a visit he couldn't bear to go to his lonely bed to finish the patrol and end up with you in your bed. You would unconditionally take him as he was, sometimes messy and rough, or sometimes slow and needy since he was making you catch some feelings over his every visit.
The way he kissed you, wrapped around you each time like he couldn't dare to keep his hand away from you was enough for you to let him into your heart. You wished you could see his face when you were pulling him close to you, see the expression of love when he would lean his face on yours to instantly kiss you since he did not want to stay away from you even for a second. You wished you could see his gorgeous, hazy eyes during your afterglow as you would be talking to him about something sleepily while he was nuzzled against you, him breathing quietly until you fall asleep and he would leave your bed. And you wished you had the chance to see his face instead of tracing his features in the sombre room when you were unfastening his cowl.
All those wishes and yet you two were in your same routine as he was all over you and you were gladly aching for every inch of him.
When he hit one of your sweet spots, your fingers dug into his scarred upper back. You were used to tracing them when you had the chance — which you did nearly every time. He had a few as you knew them by heart now, adoring his soft skin. You scratched his back in pleasure, your soft whimpers against his jaw.
“Oh, baby,” you tightened your arms around his neck as his face was nestled against your cheek while his hips were lazily moving against yours, “Please.. don't stop.”
“I won't.” he mumbled against your cheek before dragging wet kisses over your jaw, then softly kissing it as he fucked you as you two liked. Your fingertips grazed his skin while you were having the time of your night, your eyes fluttering from his thrusts. A few more slow snaps of his until he almost halted his actions which made you instantly upset.
Before you did anything, he pressed a kiss on your lips and then muttered his words against them.
“I want you on top of me.” he pressed another kiss on your lips. In the next minutes, you found yourself straddling his hips, your fingers digging into his ribs from the sensation of his thickness inside you. You just both loved and hated how he was — so thick enough to make your toes curl and so mean about that he knew how much you enjoyed it to drive you mad during it.
He loved you more when you were on him, your body so right under his palms as he was starved for you to be unable to keep his hands off you. As you were riding him with your slow pace and soft moans, his hands were supporting you on your thighs. There was no single light in your room, only the dim, small light coming from the slightly drawn curtain as you two preferred that way — him being a mystery to you in as he was the darkness itself. He cursed under his breath since he was there to see you in the first place yet due to the inconvenience, he did not watch your pretty face; watch how you were like the brightest star in his arms, so breathtaking that it got him on his knees for your pussy.
Fuck it, if he couldn't see you, what was the meaning of all this anyway? What was the meaning of having sex of his life in the night with a marred shoulder then leaving at four in the morning for his father's house?
He bet you were so gorgeous as you were trying to keep yourself steady from the pleasure; your hair messy and the lips he loved to devour were slightly parted as you were trying to catch some air. He bet your vision would be the best thing he saw that week, in the midst of slipping through the GCPD.
Your hands moved from his ribs to his chest, bracing yourself as you took him inch by inch slowly. You were unaware of him almost switching the light from the notions though his head. All you could think about was how it was perfect in the middle of the night; just him and you. Valentine's Day was long forgotten by you since he was kissing you, never mind spending it lonely until he came this night. For you, it was all about him and you, tangled in your sheets like this. But for Bruce, it was more than that.
When you hit a particular spot by yourself, a whimper let your lips as you stilled in your pace. But he got you, ushering you with his hands under your bare thighs.
“Fuck, baby.” he groaned, aiding you move again, “Take what you want.”
As you rode him, it drove him mad that he couldn't reach for your skin other than the part under his palms, so he drew you close enough to catch your lips messily. A few more kisses and slow thrusts left the tension between you scorching than before. So, you tried to ride his cock while being close to him so he could prep wet and messy kisses over your jaw and throat, bite the skin as he enjoyed every second of you. Once his mouth found your breast, another needy gasp left from your lips, your hand snaked around his neck to keep him buried to you. He sucked the bud before biting it as you were trying to get another sweet spot on his cock.
Your fingers went through his thick hair, pulling him back to your lips. He must have gotten the need as he complied and came to your lips, kissing you hungrily now. You let him slip his tongue into your mouth, make you needy for air and him as well, while he was buried so deep in your pussy.
“Do you,” he whispered between the kisses, “Do you want to do this all night?”
“Yes.”
So, it must have been the love in the dense air between you have gotten you two so high to be tangled in your arms like two valentines.
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thank you so much for reading! ♡
here is the “masterlist” and “pieces on the way” if you would like to see! ♡
I was hoping is to request this: But could I request something with Bruce where he begins dating reader who has a(n adopted) teenage boy? How would the boy adjust to this new family dynamic? How would he get along with Bruce and his kids? Etc. It would also be fun to see the boy being very distrusting of them, and being pretty protective over her since he loves her and all he has left, but slowly warming up to them, especially seeing that reader trusts them and is happy
hello, ♡
well, of course, my dear! thank you so much for you amazing idea and i promise I’ll write it but I’ll need sufficient amount of time to finish it since due to my exam i’m very busy 😭🫶🏻 but do not worry about that! ♡ thank you so much for your support!
summary: you found out about your Bruce’s alter ego but at what cost?
warnings: +18 themes with almost virgin Bruce, so minors do not interact, please.
notes: hello, hello!! i’m finally back after i had a time to finish this piece, which was requested six months ago (i’m so, so sorry for the delay) with this amazing idea of Bruce showing his alter ego to his girl and the situation, so here it goes!! i hope the anonymous stranger who gave me this idea is still with me to read this and i’d appreciate it if you send me your thoughts in my ask box or in the messages option!! And I promise to finish every request i’ve taken to finish, just a big patience since i have an exam and thank you so much for your understanding! Happy reading!! ♡
“Hi.”
“Hi!” you greeted him merrily at your door at seven o’clock in the evening. You pressed a kiss on his cold, pale cheek before letting him inside your small-rented apartment. He gave you a sweet smile that you heavily adored, love glinting in his blue eyes as he was lured by you into your arms.
It was not regular for Bruce to find leisure time and visit you as you understood his responsibilities of being the young heir to the Wayne name, but when he did, you were ecstatic. He’d spend at least a few hours with you while you’d be happily doing your thing at the moment, maybe watching TV on your small couch where you two would be pressed against each other with some kisses when your show would be long forgotten about, or sometimes studying, him watching you quietly in his curious gaze while your lovely face concentrated as he enjoyed every detail of your features. You’d be bashful under his eyes, giving him your breathtaking smile while you worked which made Bruce’s heart beat instantly. He was so, so in love with you that he didn't give a damn about his schoolboy crush tendencies.
“You’re freezing,” you told him as he was looking into your eyes while you pulled him for a kiss. He hummed as your lips connected but you couldn't stop pressing a few more brief kisses on his lips later on. His lips were slightly chapped when you kissed him, your warm mouth against his as your fingers pulled him by his dark hair to yourself. He sighed into your mouth while you pressed soft kisses as his hands kept you pressed to him by your waist.
“I missed you.” you whispered as he rested his forehead against yours, your lovely lashes fluttering under his gaze. That made him laugh quietly, his blue eyes crinkling with a hazy look.
“You saw me three days ago.”
“Is it bad that I miss you?”
He just kissed you as a response. You two shared a few more kisses before you dragged him to your kitchen. “Come,” you ushered him by his hand, “I was about to make some tea.”
He hummed contentedly, sitting on one of the chairs as you went to your counter. “How was your day?” you asked him, before giving him a sweet smile from your shoulder.
“Busy.” he answered casually, his eyes on your lovely face. The dim kitchen light made your vision so pretty; from the shadows on your hair to the corner of your mouth, you looked like a daydream that he was never able to envision until he met you.
“How was your day?”
“It was alright, I did some studying today than the beginning of the week.” you replied happily, filling the teakettle before putting it on the stove. Before you and Bruce got married, you were a student at Gotham University — something that you celebrated your graduation day with your husband by your side that day a year later you two got married. Not that Bruce was significantly older than you, he and you had a few years of age difference, yet as true lovers, you two fit each other like you were made for the same soul.
“At home?”
“Today? Yes, I was at home during the day. But I was at the library yesterday.”
He just hummed at your words before asking.
“What time did you come home then?” he muttered.
You were quiet before you gave him a silent look after a few minutes of stillness. He knew what to ask and immediately knew from the way you gazed at him that it was not the exact time he wanted to hear. His blue eyes furrowed with disappointment, his fingers went to his temple. He sighed your name before you tried to justify your arrival time.
“It is much better when I study there,” you reasoned, tilting your head as he observed you.
“It is much better when you don’t study until it is closed.” he told you, his fingertips grazing his temple while his eyes stayed on you. “And it is much better when you call Alfred to get you back here. Or at least, get a taxi.”
One thing about Bruce was that he hated it when you were coming home after studying until the late hours in your library. You once told him casually and he immediately requested you not to stay late and be home before the late hours of the city. You knew his apprehension about Gotham, but his constant ushering of you with caution sometimes upset you. You loved him dearly, despite your relationship being blooming day by day but he was too overprotective of you to the point that you needed to be at home early every night to relieve his apprehension.
There was nothing about hard feelings frankly — Bruce was giving you alternatives such as studying at Manor as much as you wanted to any hour you preferred or simply calling Alfred to get you where you wanted since Bruce was busy with his ‘company’. That was very sweet of him; you were at Manor every weekend to spend your time with him and for some studying from his immense family library, constantly using it for your thesis. Alfred was very content that his son had some normalcy in his life, specifically with someone he had heart eyes on. Or you would just call Alfred before you left your library and he would gladly take you to your apartment. Anyhow, you were bashful whenever Bruce urged you to use his privileges.
You loved Bruce for who he was, not for the man the world knew him to be; and when he was already granting aid to you in some things such as your rent or weekly groceries by Alfred, it was making you feel burdened that if your love for him was enough to pay him back. The thought was nagging you, even though Bruce would be deeply offended if he’d ever known your lingering notions which came from your pure heart. He really loved you and if he couldn't do the basics for you, what was the meaning of his love for you? But no one had done such things for you like this before, so it was understandable for you to feel those sentiments.
Bruce’s love was getting deeper every day as it was flourishing in his chest through the seconds you spent with him to the point of the idea that he’d get married to you to have you as his soulmate forevermore. He believed that as your lover, you must have no struggle, no hesitation, and no burden in your life. He was a man of love in his heart, whose love language showed itself in a few ways, including these mainly. He had someone to love in his life and he was insistent on keeping you without any struggle, such as materialistic things he could handle with the flicker of his finger as much as you let him. However, his emotions were not something he could handle so easily, such as when you gazed at him adorably, who was he to stop his excited heart rate? Or the fear he had when you were walking alone to your apartment, had farewelled your friend, and was solely passing through the alleys of Gotham.
And you understood he was doing all the things for you from love but it still made you shy in a sense. There was no blame in you though, but Bruce didn't get your hesitation at first about some matters.
“I don’t want us to talk about that again.” he sighed, clearly disappointed by your reluctance. Of course, Bruce would never be dissatisfied with you but when you were this stubborn about ignoring his request, he was helpless. His vision made your heart pang, the fact that it was never your intention to make him like this in the first place. You just did not want to bother Alfred since he was busy with Manor and Bruce, or you'd take a taxi to your apartment sometimes when you returned home if Bruce had to leave due to some emergency at Wayne Techs since he’d take you to your apartment at the end of the night. But Bruce was worried to the point that he did not want you to take a taxi at night, either.
“I-”
“No,” he sighed, his eyes on the table, avoiding your apologetic eyes. “Is it too much to ask for your safety?”
“It’s just a library—”
“Then call Alfred.”
You two were quiet for a few seconds after his tone of voice, the only sounds were the drops tapping against the windows with the water boiling in the kettle, its huffing filling the kitchen air along with the rain in silence. You never did have arguments before, the only thing was always him being overprotective of some things that juxtapositionally seemed normal to you in Gotham. It was obvious that Gotham was hazardous at night, you had heard enough and seen enough, thus you were naturally careful. But Bruce knew better as you were oblivious to him in the other sense. Yet still, you never had disputes before just like this one.
You moved to open the window slightly ajar for the freshness of rain to wrap the room and relieve the tension in the air. You turned to find his eyes on the table as he rubbed the material with his fingertips, his brows still slightly creased. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his eyes raised to find your opal ones. You looked so lovely in that light, your hands behind you pressed against the counter. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”
“It’s okay.” you murmured, holding his gaze.
He stood up before staring into your eyes for a few seconds. He approached you as his hands found either side of you, caging you between the counter and himself. Your hands found his shoulders as he leaned on and pressed his forehead to yours. He kissed you gently then in a way not to frighten you away from him — as if he was ever capable of being terrifying to you. There was an image in Bruce’s head when he was thinking about you, imagining the days you two would grow old together but that image was always stained with his insecurities, and scaring you away was one of those deep-colored stains. The thought of you leaving him in the darkness was already a heartbreak that couldn’t be mended in his mind and heart, especially after being at peace with you, tasting its sweetness since you came into his life. As much as he had accepted loneliness at some point in his life, from your arrival, it altered itself to the opposite. Now you were so dear to Bruce and he did not know how he was managing both you and Batman but unquestionably content that he was your lover.
You kissed him tenderly, letting him ease his shoulders under your palms. He was tense when he was wearing himself out in these worries, so you could only melt him in your tongue. A kiss here and there left you two breathless against each other’s lips. “It’s my fault that I can't be with you all the time. But, please.. just, don’t be outside at night.”
“Okay.”
“Just call me, alright? If that’s bothering you all along.”
“No— I..”
Your lovely eyes were so pretty when he held you close to himself, glinting under your kitchen light. He could’ve sworn that he had never seen someone beautiful like you in his twenty-six years of life, someone who was etched in his mind such as the rarest jewel. He brushed your cheek with his thumb as he held you close and the other around your waist on the counter as he caged your body between his and the material, his blue eyes flickering on your features before he hummed.
“Hm?”
You felt your cheeks getting warmer as you struggled with your next words. God, he was so gorgeous. His blue eyes were decorated by his thick, dark lashes, and his face was so handsome while he looked at you this close, the shadows on his face were created by the dim kitchen light. He always had a specific gaze, the one that always left you bashful and loved simultaneously. He would gaze at you while you do anything with his genuine attention and you would never get enough of him in any sense that you always wished he would look at you just solely.
“Just call me, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
But you did not know how alluring you were to him at the moment that you drove him insane as he drove you mad as well. His hand on your cheek went through your hair while he kissed you, his calloused fingers sliding through it to pull you to himself as if there was a gap between you. You were so sweet, urging him to be close to you as you fulfilled his obsession moreover while he did the same to you. You couldn't stop thinking about him, the emptiness you felt when he was away from you during the day or night was enough to be drunk over him. Bruce had a trait to touch you as much as he could; the one that came since you kissed his cheek in the early weeks of confession of the love. And when you shared kisses later on, you two would be aching to have your hands on each other, the overwhelming neediness to be close as one soul. Both of you were flushed by love and could not dare to stand face to face with the thick tension of love you had for each other.
Such as right now, your mere conversations always ended up with it. You softly sighed into his mouth as he kissed you rougher than usual. You parted your kiss-swollen lips for him to lace his tongue with you, the action that he gladly took. He made you breathless with his mouth, cursing softly when he let you breathe before he kissed you once more.
Maybe it was the tension between you from the late bitterness before a few minutes ago or maybe it was the ache in you which you had missed him much that led you to let him kiss you like this. Or maybe it was the urge in him the thing you represented as he understood and wanted so much in his life. Whatever it was, it led one of his warm palm went under your bare thigh that made you gasp against his lips.
He kissed you softly before he dragged his lips against your burning cheek and under your jaw. You were breathless and dizzy from him, holding him close to you by his neck and his thick, inky hair. He kissed your soft skin until he reached your neck while his thumb brushed your thigh under your jean skirt. You didn't realize the progress you made in love since this was the first time you had taken the kiss you shared too far, specifically when you felt his thigh slide between your thighs.
Your loveliest eyes fluttered, then closed at his action, softly letting a moan to the air. You felt his teeth grazing your neck before pressing a few kisses. He tried to sit you on the counter at the moment but you two were interrupted by the door, leaving him breathing against your neck.
“Were you expecting someone?” he murmured to your skin, dragging his chapped lips on you.
“No.” you whispered, your fingers halting to play with his hair. He kissed under your jaw and gave you another kiss on the lips before taking his hands off you. You hated the instant feeling of the barrenness of his hands and body leaving you, nevertheless, someone had to answer the door.
“I’ll get it then.” he said to you before he gave you a smile and left your small kitchen to get the door. You tried to catch your breath from the intimate act of kissing like that, since it left you flushed in other ways. The chilling fresh air was coming from the ajar window and yet you were scorching from his hands. You had never taken it further like that and you were so sure that it wouldn't be the last if you weren't face-to-face with each other more than a few days again. It was so obvious that Bruce was also needy of this as you were and it was aching you in the loveliest way as you realized he was mad for you as you were for him.
Your body was burning that even the fresh air wasn't sufficient for you, thus you didn't even hear the door as Bruce went to open it. You sighed before turning on your kitchen, turning off the stove while swallowing thickly. Your hands went to your burning cheeks, before your eyes found his form through the kitchen door.
“Oh, I have forgotten about it.” you sighed, taking the delivery box from his hands. “I didn't know it would come today.”
“That's alright.” he said, kissing your temple. You smiled at him before taking the box to your room. You came back a few minutes later but at the moment, call it a trick, none of you were brave enough to continue the thing you left interrupted. He was looking at the rainy street through your small, ajar window with an expression you couldn't see since he was facing your opposite. You did not know Bruce knew that street as the back of his hand where he had followed you as Batman when you were coming home from your classes or your part-time work, your coat and scarf wrapped around you, clutching the heavy shoulder bag that you carried your books. Your eyes would always be on the ground as you tried to avoid any trouble, even though your neighborhood was considered quiet and less dangerous, but still, there were some people whom you avoided rationally, trying to keep your eyes off them oftentimes. It was Gotham and for a university student like you, the constant check-up for your surroundings was vital; not only for you, but for everyone, specifically when you were returning home at night.
That was what made Bruce apprehensive. You did not know how your form was engraved in his mind as you walked, how you always checked your back when you were turning the streets, or how you were walking fast when someone was passing next to you, trying to create a distance between you and them. He hated how his city was a mess like that, he alone couldn't bring down the crime rate in his second year.
It was a miracle that he had made progress in his nightly vision, but the city was heavily corrupted, so to terrify them could only end up with a small victory. Two years of being Batman had taught him a sufficient amount of knowledge, both on the streets and technique he was applying, nevertheless he was still foreign to the matter in various ways. It was fascinating but also infuriating to encounter something that took him weeks to overcome it but he had a promise and he was headstrong about it. In the midst of GCDP halting its hostility to him since Jim had taken care of it as much as he could, he was somehow making improvement but from the day you came into his life, he was thinking of you insanely.
Now the streets he counted as “at least safe” weren't enough for him to halt his fears over you. It had been a few months since he was following you as Batman or if he was not present to check over you when you were at your part-time work in the evenings, he had made sure Alfred took care of the surveillance on you. The small tracking device he had sneaked on your bag with bitter sentiment was sufficient for them to track you if something would lay its filthy hands on you.
It was no lie, you had caught his form in the dark corners when you were coming home alone, sometimes frequently, sometimes just a glimpse you had gazed — nonetheless, he was there. You were not afraid of him, even though half of Gotham was thinking otherwise, but you were just trying to stay out of the trouble as much as you could; the trouble that you named was not to engage with him or anyone in any sense. Some nights, you would see him until you'd reach the corner of your neighborhood, the other nights you were not aware of him. It all made sense to you that Batman was trying to guard the citizens from any occasional trouble and the streets you had passed were in his vision. Undoubtedly, he was aware of your eyes on him when your opal eyes found him in the alleyways or on the top the buildings — two of you starring at each other, you at his form that was wrapped in his cape as if he was some creature rather than a human and you with your bag and books, for a few brief seconds before you would turn your face to the concrete you were walking on. You were smart enough in Gotham to know your caution, something that he adored, however, nothing could stop the pure dread in him to lose once again.
You would walk to your home with the notions about the day that was ending or with the missing the seconds to talk to your lover as soon as you could, yet, how much it was unbeknownst to you that it was your Bruce who was watching you and missing you as much as you missed him. He chased you in the shadows for three months and you let him for a few more days.
You were simply used to the fact that Batman's favorite neighborhood was yours and now, Bruce was staring at the dense street under the sole street light pole. His narrowed blue eyes were flickering between the running cat and a homeless old man running through the fastened rain to find a dry place when you hugged him behind and pressed your head against his back. That action of yours snapped him from his introspection, easing the muscles he did not realize he was tensing. You felt him taking your hand and brining to his lips to kiss your knuckles. You just closed your eyes as your warm cheek pressed against his shirt, relishing in the seconds of being closer to him.
When he turned, he caused you to wrap your hands around his waist while his hands grabbed your face to pull you into a kiss. The lingering kiss ended up shorter than you expected along with the whisper on your lips.
“I just want you to be safe.” he admitted, dragging his words against your lips.
“Just..”
You did not let him finish his words, pressing a needy kiss to his mouth. Honestly, after flickering between the days and some evenings, you two were exhausted and needy from no confession about some matters. The mere distance between you and him could be nothing than being shy in the expression of love, but it would be left behind heedlessly if you two take it to bed. All those breathless kisses or the warmth of the palms against each other’s bare skin under the hems of sleeves or the shirts could never be enough to diminish the desire of the love you had for each other; it could be mended if you would be skin to skin, him right buried between your thighs and your hands around his neck in the heavy air you two would breathe.
The only notion was suddenly this for the two of you, boldened by the small actions you did — the eagerness to feel your bare skin without your little jean skirt or your fingers through his dark hair to make it a mess as he would make your sheets as well. The way you kissed him made some things harder for him, such as thinking rationally, making him sigh into your mouth then to break to kiss. It was a few seconds long before his hands were wrapped around your waist and his lips on yours to devour you. Your soft moan into his mouth while he hungrily kissed you made him lose his composure, unable to stop himself when he laced his tongue with yours.
Thus, when you pulled him slightly by his shoulders without breaking the kiss, trying to get him to your bedroom, he was lured for a few seconds before it occurred to him. He broke the kiss both to let you two gasp for air and him to swallow thickly. He shouldn't be doing that, well in fact, shouldn't be thinking about you under him in you small bed, your skin so warm and bare as well as his, sucking and biting your every inch he could reach, urging to feel your scorching pussy fully wrapped around his cock while he felt you for the first time to satisfy his hunger for you — as if it was ever enough to end his longing for you. He shouldn't be thinking about it, shouldn't be getting hard as you were now breathing against his mouth, your hands holding him close to you.
He had been holding himself back for as long as he could for months since there was a rational reason why he was under it. He knew if you were ever skin to skin, you would never leave the bed and it never would be the same since your souls were tied up in the hardest knots, intertwined through the stars in love. He was no fool to recognize this ravenous feeling in his chest since you came into his life, the obsession he had over you could only be named as the one meaning.
Bruce had a teenage love and then the ache of wanting someone he was fascinated by during his years around the world, someone that he had restricted himself with at the moment. But even during his roamings around the world, he had never met with these feelings over someone until you, utterly spiraling his mind with the haze. He knew the constant electricity between you, flickers of eyes and hands but he knew better if he would be in bed with you, you would truly see him with his scars.
His scars, the ones he had earned through his teenage years to this moment, all small or deep, visible or an inch, all of them were the result of his promise that he had not dared to speak upon you. The one promise he never had the chance or courage to keep through his insecurity or fear of tearing you apart from him, the constant burden of late calls or missed seconds over you. It had been months and he had no idea how he was evading the same topic without telling you, the usherings of Alfred to him to speak to you, because both of them knew how serious Bruce was about you that Alfred was sure that it would end up in a marriage. Its perplexity was tearing Bruce apart like the everlasting tick of the clock he counted through the days when he was grounded by Alfred to read one book at a time for the agitated actions he had shown at school in his teenage years.
He did not know the consequences of telling it to you. He knew if you’d see his scars, run your fingertips over them, you would deserve an explanation instead of lying. He would not bear to lie to you about his promise, about his life where he was thinking about you in the silent hours more than he ever realized.
So, when you were all flustered and needy like him against his, he only did what he needed to do, both giving you something for the first time in the love between you and to alleviate the longing inside.
You found yourself on your counter in the blink of an eye and a soft kiss on the lips, him kneeling between your legs. Your heart started to beat so fast suddenly when he went on his knees, placing your legs over his shoulders as he parted your thighs. He dipped his head and started to press soft kisses on your scorching skin, one by one dragging them as his calloused fingers dragged themselves to the waistband of your cotton panties to pull them off your legs. Your hands found the counter under you, holding onto it as he effortlessly kissed your inner thighs after your panties slipped from your legs to his pocket as he absentmindedly placed them into it. You just sighed when his hot mouth found your pussy, his tongue gathering all the mess you dripped on your panties, humming when he sucked it sweetly. You pressed the back of your head against the wall of your kitchen with breaths and soft moans when he flipped his tongue, started to eat you slowly. His mouth was perfectly heated against your bare cunt, along with his tongue, making you grip the counter under your hands with his name in your murmured words.
As it was both of your first times doing this, Bruce was also keen in his act of intimacy, not even seeming to be rushed as he savored the taste of you, slowly moving his mouth to gauge you. He had no experience as well, but he was a good apprentice himself to learn well from the needy sounds you were letting out and how you were dripping for him on his tongue. When you tightened your legs around his head, he pressed his face to your cunt, his nose brushing over your sensitivity with making you gasp a sharp breath.
For tonight, he knew no option but this, dining on you in your kitchen on his knees, his pretty girl getting wet with the flicker of his tongue to declare his love. And maybe for a few days, this would be enough until you two would burn for each other madly, trying to break the distance like this with the heavy thoughts in his mind as they tore him apart. And for tonight, he just let all of them be buried in the back of his mind until the time came.
But the time did not come for a whole week. It was unusual for both of you, leaving you somehow uneasy through the next week. Normally, Bruce would call you or you would call him when you two had time, talking through the phone even though you did not see each other in those days. But that week, even when you called him, he did not answer you and the only reassurance came from Alfred that he had to go abroad due to a meeting for Wayne Enterprises.
It made you sad since you two were in contact but it was no surprise for you since this had happened a few times, so you knew the taste of it. His trips usually ended after a week or maybe another week, but as soon as they ended, he came to you with his flowers and apologetic kisses. You knew how it was a burden to be under such an enormous company as he was the only heir to the family, so it was alright for you. You loved him and accepted him with his reasons but it tore Bruce apart how you were so sweet and understanding even though he had left you with no contact other his butler, even though he couldn't stop thinking about you when he was buried in his sheets with the broken ribs in the darkness as no lover would accept those “business” lies easily, specifically when he had a status in the Gotham, known for his young, pretty rich boy reputation.
But you did.
It was one of your exam weeks when it happened which caused you to study nearly every night at the library while having permission from your work due to the matter. As much as you tried to call Alfred to pick you up shyly and the constant checking your watch up to leave early to reach home without staying late in the city, some time later, you started to walk home by yourself in the late hours after leaving your library. You would stay with your friends — a preserved habit — and wouldn't try calling Alfred because you thought you could walk home quickly rather than him arriving at your library. Your exam seemed more important than your promise to Bruce at some point and that did not go further in the eyes of your Bat in that week.
The frozen December night was enough for you to walk cautiously, both from the snow and Gotham herself, and curse it as you were clutching your shoulder bag. It was not that late but it was not early either, something that you were in between as the streets to your home. As you had farewelled your friends, it was you alone as you passed the crowded streets at first to your apartment. The shiny lights of the stores and the smoke along the falling snow were creating an oddly comforting scene for your eyes while you strolled through the night. The sirens of the police or the chattering of the people as you listened while you passed were fresh as the air on your skin. You loved that part of Gotham where everything was entangled in the seconds but hated when you turned to the other street since it was always momentary for you to relish in those seconds.
Your route turned into a quieter street, still filled with the sirens and smoke but less shiny compared to the main street you passed minutes ago. You never caught a glimpse of Batman in that street and this street either, but you had a feeling that he was somewhere near. Another fifteen minutes passed as you got to the end of the corner of the current street before you became more cautious naturally. In Gotham, you needed to be prudent, but in some alleys, it was a necessity rather than caution.
This street was the one that scared you many times before he started to appear there, nevertheless you had successfully had passed it every time you crossed it. It was the main path that took merely another ten minutes to cross but there was a time when you were counting those minutes until you had safely crossed the street this late and alone way before Batman started to appear. Despite Bruce’s apprehension about your late crossing those streets, you were left with nothing but the haunting eyes of Bruce, but with someone watching over you so you could pass safely.
The alley you were passing was quiet but you had encountered homeless people or sometimes drug addicts curled up in the corner, giving you stares while you walked head down, ignoring their gazes. The alley was only alight with two streetlight poles, so you had to catch the faces turned to you when you were walking hastily. Or sometimes it would be empty but that emptiness was terrifying to you more than someone being in the street because you would never know if it was the fake silence in the alley with someone waiting for the right time to appear or vice versa. You never knew, but it was shared with someone over you now when you walked that alley.
Your eyes immediately went to the top of the buildings to search for him. He was there as you assumed, his form almost invisible in the sombre corner but you had a feeling that he was deliberately letting you see him so that you wouldn't feel frightened. But before you turned to walk the alley, you caught a quick movement ahead that stunned you. As you assumed he caught the same movement as you, he moved quickly to handle whoever was there while you were suddenly regretful to take the street alone. And something like that happened in this haunted street was no bizarre to you anymore.
After catching his form ahead in the next few more minutes, you believed it was safe to continue in your direction and walked until you reached the corner where your neighborhood started. From now on, usually, he would leave but tonight he was persistent in not letting you go out of his sight. You were glad nonetheless, writing in your mind to call Alfred next time because you knew Batman’s appearances were limited, so for the sake of your safety and Bruce, you took a pledge to call Alfred no matter what.
You entered your neighborhood and then your building, passing some teenagers quickly without gazing at them because you were never easy around them to your home. Your apartment was on the sixth floor and as you saw from your peripheral vision teenagers were taking the elevator, you decided to use the stairs. Instead of waiting for it to come, the only thing you wanted was to reach your warm home and sleep since you were exhausted from the day along with the cold. One by one you took the stairs to your block and after you turned to reach the block, on the firestairs you saw him.
It startled you, instantly making you fixated on your position from the bizarre encounter. Your eyes were concentrated on him with an instant fear as he silently watched your terrified form, your freezing hand gripping the bag.
“You shouldn't walk alone at this hour.” he said, his baritone voice filling the small corridor. He was all there in flesh and bone, his cape wrapped around him creating a vision of a creature more than a human in the dim light. You were silent, as your lashes fluttered, as the cold and headache slowly hit you.
He heard no answer from you and he continued without moving from his sombre corner.
“It is too dangerous to pass that alley alone and I can’t be there where you need help.”
“I know.” you muttered barely, apologetic look glinting in your lovely eyes that Bruce adored. It was interesting that you two were speaking to each other like two people who were used to do thus routine over and over again which was true. Your gaze fell on his cape before finding his cowl-wrapped face. But you couldn't see clearly in the lightning, couldn't see how he was disappointed in your poor intention, in your shattered promise that you made when he was between your thighs — the one you softly moaned that you’ll be careful because he had told you he loved you so much to think something could happen to you. His longing blue eyes were fixed on you when he pressed kisses on your pussy, dragging his mouth over your sex to drive you insane with love and need when you said it at that time. And now, how unaware of you that you had broken your pledge in the name of a same habit.
“Your reckless decision can cost the ones love you.” he said, his voice almost filled with frustration if you would recall.
“I,” you started before you closed your mouth. He became silent and so did you for a while. He was correct to remind you, correct to remind you how it was no joke in Gotham to be heedless. But now mere alley was terrifying you, it slowly started to make sense as the seconds passed — so if he wasn't there, would you cross it as it formed like a question in your mind. At the moment, you wanted nothing but just sat alone in your kitchen with a headache or under a hot shower, closing this bitter feeling of being chided by him for your recklessness.
Your eyes found your door as you walked to it and searched for your key to open the door as you did not want to continue this conversation anymore. He watched you in the shared silence with his own apprehension without showing an inch to you. As soon as you opened it, you went inside and locked the door quickly. You did not know why you stood at your door for five minutes in silence afterward, something that you did not remember clearly when you think about it. You met with nothing but the stillness, the same reason made you let it go.
It took you twenty minutes to do what you wanted in the first place. With the huffing of your tea kettle, you were sitting on the chair in the kitchen, gloomy and exhausted, thinking about the day unconsciously. Your thoughts were reeling in your mind due to the underlying stress you had, causing them swirl in your head. You wondered what would happen if he wasn't there. Would you pass that alley in peace? There were a few people, some of them you had seen, and honestly, they were looking for a shelter from the glacial air, but what if one of them would attack you? What would you do? Would someone come to help you? Would you evade it and run for your life? What would happen if a homeless person who sometimes close to your neighborhood were there? The one with the one blind eye, would —
You couldn't help but feel revolted all of a sudden. You took your face into your warm palms before you walked to your window, your eyes catching the dark scene before you. Gotham was not a mere city as she had enough crime on her every corner. When you started to think about it, the same circle your mind spiraled into resulted in another fear in your heart.
You had every opportunity to protect yourself from Gotham’s terrible actions but you were too stubborn of following your own vision where you were already petrified to resume. Bruce’s requests and now Batman’s warnings had been enough for you to review your decisions. In the past few days, you were so caught up in your classes and exams to discard the caution you had made yourself to take, and now you were stressing in the middle of the night over the sudden realization of your heedlessness. You wished you had someone right next to you, specifically Bruce but he was an end line at the moment. From the situation you realized, some kind of doubt came through your heart along with the underlying stress you were having.
You went under the hot shower after the bitter taste of tea as well as your bitter introspections and then to your warm bed, buried under your quilts with the hazy thoughts. Sleep did not come as you thought it would, made you turn from side to side with continuous notions. The time had slipped away only God knew how much further and you were awake, snuggled to your pillow while listening to the tick of the clock on the wall.
For some time, you listened to the darkness and the tick. But then one by one you felt the exhaustion come over you, luring you to the sweetness of it when you saw it. The dark form near your window, startling you to raise instinctively with narrowed eyes to unblur your vision. Your room was already unlit and so was the outside, but the way he appeared there, the glinting lights of the opposite building hit his form, his undoubtedly suit recognizable through them came to your vision.
You stared at his form for a few minutes with fear and confusion in your exhausted mind. Were you dreaming? Was this real? What did he want from you? Did you—
Your hand went to your bedside lamp before he knocked on your window. You didn't switch the light instantly and he stood there until he waited for you to open the window. But you were terrified of the situation, so that made you stuck in your bed for a while.
You realized he did not want to leave your window until you let him speak to you, still alert. You had no idea what he had wanted from you and this was the first time you had encountered something like this and clearly never had never heard about Batman appearing at someone’s window like this. Just because he was watching over you, guarding the streets you were passing, and chiding you for your heedlessness did not mean he could appear near your window in the unholy hour of the night. You two were staring at each other without moving, so he did not mind (since he was facing you which was a low percent for someone coincidentally seeing him) to move his cowl to show his face to you as he saw no move from you.
‘Clever girl.’ he muttered to himself before what he did.
You couldn't believe your eyes what you were seeing, tongue-tied in the seconds when you had seen your Bruce. He was staring at you as the snow made its way to his handsome face while your dull lamp barely illuminated his vision. Those seconds after you saw him were a blur in your mind. You never knew when you left your bed in a hurry and opened the window, letting him climb through it, then him closing off without tearing his gaze with you. And a moment of silence passed before he spoke to you that never crossed your mind to take light decisions when it was time to come home.
“Is this enough for you to be more careful?”
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