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18+ She loves the faces you make when you take her strap. ۶ৎ
You’re on your back in the middle of her soft bed, legs spread wide around her hips, while she hovers above you. The mirror on the ceiling reflects everything back down at you: your flushed chest, the way your thighs tremble, the desperate little twist of your mouth every time she rolls her hips. “Look up, baby,” she whispers, voice low and enticing against your ear. “Watch yourself for me.”
You tilt your head back. The sight makes your stomach flutter: her body moving over yours, the thick strap disappearing inside you with every smooth thrust, your own face twisted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy, cheeks burning. She smiles when she sees you looking. “There she is,” she murmurs, almost fondly. “My pretty girl. Look how fucked out you get for me, baby.”
Her pace stays steady but filthy, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that hits deep every single time. One of her hands slides up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face so you can’t look away from the mirror. “See that?” she breathes, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See how your mouth falls open when I go deep? How your eyes get all hazy when I grind against your clit like this?”
You whimper, unable to stop the soft, broken sounds spilling from your lips. She watches your reflection with dark, loving eyes, like she’s memorizing every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” she says softly, almost a whisper. She leans down to kiss you, slowly, while still fucking you in that same steady rhythm. When she pulls back, her thumb brushes your bottom lip. “I could watch you for hours.” Your thighs start shaking harder around her waist. She feels it and smiles, grinding deeper, slower, making sure you feel every inch.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, eyes locked on your reflection. “Let me see that pretty face when you fall apart.” You do — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure crashes through you. She keeps moving through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, completely captivated by the way you look coming on her strap.
When you finally go limp beneath her, she leans down and kisses you again, slow and tender, like she’s thanking you for letting her see you like this. She pulls out gently, then wraps you up in her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while you catch your breath. “My perfect girl,” she whispers, still watching your face in the mirror above. “I love every face you make for me.”
Pairing: Francesca Bridgerton X neurodivergent!reader
Summary: Francesca meets the oddest debutant this season whose obsession seems to be the stars however it seems stars won’t be the only thing on the debutant’s mind soon.
Word Count: 3.0k
Warnings: FLUFF!, lesbian pining, lesbian romance, LESBIANS!!!, neurodivergent!reader, latina!reader, WLW, historical inaccuracies?, OBLIVIOUS LESBIANS, and strangers to mutual pining (SUFFER)
A/N: Happy Pride Month from your favorite lesbian my little lambs! I actually had this reader idea originally for Benedict but I felt like it suited Francesca more! The worms in my brain were definitely yelling at me to write this so I did!
Too loud.
The first ball of the social season was not to Francesca’s liking. It was beautiful, it was grand but it was simply too loud. There were too many faces and crowded spaces. Too much chatter, too much gossip. All too loud and all too much. It was a little much to bear. Francesca had to find some quiet, the quiet would be greatly appreciated.
Francesca soon found herself in Lady Danbury’s garden. Air, fresh air was needed and she was grateful for it. She took in a nice deep breath with her eyes closed. Taking in the quiet night air. Once she opened them she looked up at the beautiful stars in the night sky. They almost looked a little brighter tonight it was truly a sight she was glad to be a witness to.
“Capricornus!” A soft voice exclaimed startling Francesca from her moment of silence. She turned her head towards the direction of the voice. That’s when her eyes landed on you, the woman standing at the end of the garden. Looking up at the sky with wide and bright eyes. Bright eyes full of wonder and pure delight. Like the night sky had so much to offer you.
It was her fellow debutant that debuted just today. She remembered seeing the fellow debutant in the white gowns that the debutants were required to wear as they stepped up to the Queen.
Francesca couldn’t help but stare, just watching the excited debutant gaze upon to the stars like they had her under a trance. Like they were the most beautiful lights in the world. As if they were trading secrets with you. Your dress matched the stars, stitched into your dress were intricate designs of stars. There was no way that was Genevieve’s work. Of course the modiste made beautiful gowns like the one she was wearing but this one was so differently made.
Francesca couldn’t help that her breath had been taken away by your radiance underneath like the stars as if you belonged with them.
Seemingly sensing you weren’t alone anymore, turning your head your gaze locked with Francesca’s. You felt your cheeks warm, knowing someone witnessed your fascination with the stars was a little embarrassing. You never talk about it with other debutants at least not anymore. The lost looks they’d give you when you would speak about them. Or the simply disinterested and disingenuous gazes as well stopped you. No one truly shared your affinity with the stars quite like you. They were the only thing that had brought you comfort in this world, you felt like you belonged with them.
“What does Capricornus look like?” Francesca blurted out, she felt that it was going to become awkward and she did not want it to get there. She wanted to do anything she could to make you comfortable. Then she saw your eyes light up like the night sky. Oh how sweet you looked. You motioned for her to come closer where you were to which she obliged. She was curious truly to her all of them looked the same.
Once she was next to you she looked up at the sky. “See there it is look at those beautiful stars.” You pointed up towards the sky, her eyes following your finger as you highlighted the stars. It was as if you could actually touch them. You wished you could your constellation maps could never do it justice. “Don’t you see it? The goat?” You asked with a clear excitement in your tone. It was as clear as day seeing the goat for Francesca she was having a little trouble. She could see the shape of the constellation you were pointing out to her but she couldn’t see the goat not in her mind or eyes.
“The brightest star of this constellation is the Deneb Algedi, right there.” You pointed it out with your finger even though it was quite obvious which star shined more than the rest. Francesca’s eyes followed your finger, her eyes landing on the brightest star in the constellation. In a way she was starting to see it being this close to you. “You can mainly see it during the fall season.”
Hearing your father call your name in a strict tone made you and Francesca turn around entirely. Like you both were keeping a secret. Your eyes landed on your father standing there with a disapproving gaze. He repeated your name with disapproval as well. “My apologies father I just wanted to get some fresh air.” You apologized to your father as you began to tap your fingers against your thumb in a repeating pattern. Francesca took notice of it but didn’t comment on it. “It’s my fault, I was the one who wanted fresh air and asked if your daughter would be so kind as to accompany me.” Francesca who had no reason to take the blame, took it.
Your father stared at you and Francesca for a moment. While you stared at Francesca stunned for a moment. “Well I hope she’s not talking your ear off about her precious stars.” Your father chuckled as he turned around walking off to head back into the ball. Your cheeks heated up at the sheer embarrassment especially thinking about how you did almost talk the brunette’s ear off about the Capricornus constellation you’d seen. “But please do come back inside soon, your dance card is empty.” Your father spoke one last time before he stepped inside.
You stood there cheeks red that contrasted the color of your dress and Francesca’s. “You didn’t have to take the blame.” You meekly mentioned to the brunette who stood next to you. She looked down at you with a nervous smile of her own. “I know what it means to step away from events such as these. Even if it’s to admire the stars in the sky.” Francesca replied with clear understanding, she wasn’t sure if they both had the same issues with the ton but one thing she did know is that they wanted peace and quiet.
They stayed like that for a few minutes looking up at the sky. The cool air surrounding them allowing some tension to leave their shoulders. A peaceful silence fell over you both neither of you tried to break it. Standing there in a mutual love of the quiet. It was a nice solitude away from societal expectations.
“I must go back inside before my father wonders if the stars took me.” You softly spoke up as your body turned to head back inside. Francesca’s head turned to look at you with her soft brown doe eyes. “I’ll go back with you.” She offered immediately, she found peace with you. A tranquility she’d never really had with her chaotic family. You were excitable about the topic of astrology and constellations but you knew to quietly admire. It was as if she was offering to continue to be your guide in this life. You held out your hand and she took it immediately. She followed your lead back inside to the ball where you both spend the night at each other’s side when you could.
That night blossomed a beautiful friendship and a comforting solace that could be found in each other.
“Francesca.” Francesca heard her name being called by the most angelic voice. The familiar voice of yours that made her heart flutter anytime she heard it. Your footsteps as though seeking her. Opening the doors to the drawing room your eyes landed on the brunette who sat there expectantly. “Yes?” She spoke up with a smile upon seeing you which made you smile. Your feet took you right to her as if she were a magnet pulling you in. “I’d like to invite you to my conservatory this night, I believe there will be a lunar eclipse and I would love to share that experience with you. Should you choose to accept my invitation.” You offered, your hands fidgeting with the other. Fingers tugging at fingers or twisting a ring around your finger. To say you were nervous about inviting your only friend over was an understatement.
Francesca was the first girl you’d met who hadn’t expressed any disingenuous interest in your love for the stars. She listened, she always did no matter how long you went on about them. She was listening and you knew whenever she’d ask a question or say something you’d told her about. You just loved that about her, you loved that she made you feel like you were listened to.
Now Francesca knew how much this meant to you. You were inviting her to your conservatory. The conservatory you’d told her that your father built for you. She knew that was your safe haven where you always went when society got to be too much. Where you could truly be yourself.
Francesca knew how much courage it took for you to invite her, to even want to allow her into your safe place. It was a privilege and she wanted to cherish that.
“I’d be delighted to join you tonight, I shall inform my mama.” Francesca nodded causing your smile to widen and show more of your excitement. You were practically vibrating where you stood. Your first and only friend wanted to see your conservatory. She wanted to see you in your element. That was the greatest gift you could ever ask for. “Great, I’ll tell my father.” You replied before running out of the room in pure delight. Francesca watched, her eyes lingering on the doorway you might as well have bounced through. She missed your presence already, your warm and strange presence but she needn’t worry. She’d be spending the night in your home, in your conservatory. That would remove the initial sadness she felt seeing you go but tonight shall be a good night.
Nightfall couldn’t come fast enough but when it did you paced the foyer. You hoped Francesca wouldn’t disappoint, she wouldn’t but that lingering fear that she wouldn’t show remained. The fear remained until a gentle knock was heard on the front door of your family home. The speed in which you opened the door surprised yourself and Francesca whose nerves went away the moment you opened the door and she saw you. That radiant smile of yours made her heart skip a beat.
“You came.” You whispered a bit in disbelief before you invited her inside. You were surprised she actually came, but you were elated she was here. The sun to your moon was here in your home and you couldn’t be happier. Closing the door behind her, you wrapped your hand around her wrist. “Follow me.” You said as you began to lead her up the stairs to your conservatory. She followed your footsteps, it was quite thrilling if she had to be honest. You’d told her time and time again, you never allowed anyone into your conservatory. Not even your father. It was like your sacred space and your father respected it. But for her to be the first you allow into your space was special.
You stopped in front of the door leading into your most special room. You turned your head to look at Francesca. As if you needed that reassurance that she was here. She still brought you that same comfort that she did the night you both met. You opened the door allowing her to step in first, letting go of her wrist.
Francesca slowly stepped inside your conservatory. Her eyes took in all the blue and gold, the books that lined the shelves, the papers scattered all over the place, the telescope sitting at the large window. Everything was just how she imagined only more beautiful. It wasn’t the most pristine but she could see how your brain worked. “It’s so beautiful.” She marveled at everything, every tool you had, every book you owned, and every sketch.
Those three words made your heart warm up and your shoulders lowered. You had thought you’d lose her interest to this but it was as if she became more interested. Francesca to you was perfect.
You both settled into your conservatory, you’d even made it comfortable for you both to sleep in. You spent more nights in here than you did in your own bedroom. You both sat at the window sill enjoying each other’s company staring at the night sky. The moon lit up the room of only barely but you were being patient. As much as you could be.
Francesca was lost in her thoughts when you gasped. Her head turned to you before she looked up at the moon. It had begun, that little edge of the moon started becoming red. She glanced over at you and your eyes were trained on the moon. Your eyes just like that night full of wonder and delight, like the moon was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. It made her happy seeing you like this, especially in here where not even your father could come in here. You were so captivating even when you were just lost in the moon’s eyes.
Francesca smiled staring at you before she turned her attention to the moon. That’s when you looked at her. Seeing her interested in this as well just enchanting. You’d even dare to say she was as beautiful as the moon. Maybe instead she was the moon to your night sky.
“It’s such a pretty sight.” She whispered.
“Yeah it is.” You replied softly keeping your eyes on her.
You both spent the night together staring at the moon and at each other.
Simply enjoying the comfort and warmth you brought each other.
Like the comforting beautiful sounds coming from Francesca’s piano. Her fingers moving swiftly across the keys. The soothing music filling the silence in the air. Her eyes trained on the sheet of music ahead of her. But her gaze would always go back to you. You, who was sitting and drawing the constellations and planets. You’d draw the points of the stars and over them you’d draw the image you’d see in your head when you imagine them. Such as the Lyra an instrument you wished you knew how to play. Though you were much better with facts about the lights in the sky. Your fingers weren’t musically gifted like Francesca’s with such a swiftness and tenderness when playing.
Francesca couldn’t help but stare at your concentrated face. That little furrow of your eyebrows and the little pout of your lips. You almost looked like an angry kitten but you definitely weren’t angry. You were just so enchanting she didn’t even notice when she played the same line over and over again.
When she realized her gaze and focus snapped back to her piano as if she were caught doing something she shouldn’t. Her eyes went back sheet of music in front of her, trying hard to concentrate improving her skills. Though it was hard to because you were simply bewitching her.
It was your turn to admire upon the beauty sat at the piano. Francesca simply didn’t know how alluring she was, even when she was just sitting there. The light coming into the room and reflecting off Francesca made her seem so angelic and ethereal. Like she was the brightest thing in this room and you couldn’t fathom just how beautiful she was. There were so many words but none at the same time to describe her.
Your heart soared whenever she was near. It’s like she had this ability to soothe you whenever you were together. It was like that night in the garden all those nights ago. The friendship between you blossomed like a rose coming into bloom. Her eyes were what you loved the most. They were the most beautiful expressive eyes you’d ever seen. Her beauty compared with the beauty of the constellation Virgo.
You’d never found solace with a person like this, not like you had with the stars. Now that’s changed and it’s possibly the best one in your life.
Hearing your name being called got your attention but not as quick as normal. You looked at one of the maids for the Bridgerton household. “Yes dear?” You replied setting down your pen. “Your father is requesting your presence home for supper.” The maid replied with a smile before bowing and leaving the room. You knew if your father was requesting you home, it was that he wanted to spend time with you. You weren’t going to say no he was your father.
“Must you go?” Francesca asked from where she was sitting. You could see a small pout forming on her lips. It tugged at your heart. You wanted to say no that you could rearrange another day to spend with your father but you must. Maybe he had something important to discuss with you. Besides you’d been to the Bridgerton home almost everyday rather than finding a suitor.
Which finding a suitor was not on your list of things to do. Nor was it a priority to you. If anything it was meaningless, you never could find a suitor who appreciated your whimsical style like Francesca.
No one could compare to the angelic brunette sitting in across the room from you.
“Unfortunately I must.” You replied standing up from your seat and making your way over to her. You leaned down, giving her a hug. You didn’t want her to stand up when it wasn’t necessary. “Fret not, I shall do my best to try to come back tomorrow as well.” You reassured her before pulling back. You gaze lingered on her features for a second, like you had to admire her before you left her. You ran off but you stopped at the door waving before you toddled off to go see your father.
Francesca stared at the doorway you disappeared into. She hated it when you left. She wanted to spend time with you all the time. You were her star in this whole galaxy.
She wanted to spend the rest of her life with you. In a nice quiet solitude where you both could be yourselves and remain at each other’s sides for the rest of your lives. Maybe in a nice little cottage where you both wouldn’t be bothered.
That was her idea of heaven as long as it was with you, she’d be at peace.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! Maybe I’ll make a part two but I’m not sure! Anyways I’ll see you all in my next fic!
Summary: She’s in trouble again but that’s how she likes it
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: luvcat!reader, slice of life, meta human!reader?, alien!reader?, and thats its I think lol let me know!
A/N: Yes this is heavily inspired by Luvcat’s Emma Dilemma plus I thought of something a little fun for this so enjoy! Also please enjoy my attempt at writing like Lemony Snicket!
At this point it was practically your name or rather something you were branded with, Emma Dilemma. Figuratively, of course you weren’t actually branded with it. You weren’t cattle, you were just a strange woman with a stranger life.
You were always caught in some sort of dilemma always. Chaotic and unpredictable were two words to describe your life. It would also describe your actions as well. You never knew what was going to happen in your life, one day after another of misfortunes.
You never even realized you were between two men. Two men who were completely captivated by you…or rather the predicaments you find yourself getting into. They were often questioning if you had a few loose screws in your head. Though you didn’t have screws in your head it was your brain. The brain, the command center of your nervous system. It also happened to make most of your decisions obviously.
The decisions that make these two men question why they are so intrigued by you.
You could say half of you was in Gotham and the other half was in Metropolis.
Though that would be quite difficult, functioning with only half of your body across a body of water separating the two. Which it was a good thing that you weren’t truly split into two. You just happened to venture between both places often. It was a mystery how you got around and into trouble.
It was a wonder how you lived so long as well. Especially when you were in Metropolis, it wasn’t a normal trip. Nothing with you was normal, although this was your normal doesn’t mean it has to be our normal. Though this was new being dangled by Bizarro’s hand on your ankle. You also just so happened to be dangling over the edge of a rooftop.
You’d just been minding your business gazing through the city, another lovely day. You were smelling the most beautiful orchids you had come across at a little cart. Then all of a sudden you were taken by a fast force. Soon to discover it was Bizarro seeing that symbol on his chest. It sure wasn’t Clark.
Now here you were dangling like some damsels tissue. “Me likes pretty girl.” Bizarro cooed looking down at you. To him you were a vision in that leopard print you were wearing. You weren’t screaming, you weren’t begging you were simply allowing this. “This is quite an odd way to show a girl you like them Bizarro.” You spoke up looking down or up at Bizarro. When if you were upright you’d be looking down at Bizarro, but since you were being dangled like meat in front of a dog you were looking up at him. You hadn’t even known what prompted Bizarro to snatch you up like you were a treat.
“How is Bizarro suppose to treat pretty girl?” Bizarro questioned holding you up higher to make eye contact. Your eyes locked with Bizarro’s and his little heart started to go haywire. There was just something about you that enamored him. “I’m not quite sure myself actually.” You replied putting a finger on your chin as if you were thinking. Which you were never did you have what people call a normal love.
Soon enough though, Clark appeared in his red and blue glory. Hearing that familiar whoosh noise of someone almost breaking the sound barrier to get to their destination. There was the familiar symbol on his chest that brought civilians hope. It let you know that Clark was here and ready to save the day. “I was wondering when you’d show.” You spoke up turning your body around slightly to look at Clark. There he was in the sky staring at you in Bizarro’s grip.
He almost seemed exasperated noticing it was you. He knew the chaos you brought with you. Sometimes when you were in the city you left like a trail of strange occurrences. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy to see you. Clark had to admit you intrigued him. He would go as far to say he had a little crush on you.
As much as he hated the energy surrounding you, he liked you.
“Sorry I’m late honey, traffic was hell.” Clark replied to you with a soft grin. He knew you weren’t scared, you never got scared. Even with that one time a gentleman that was with you happened to end up in the back of a police car. Clark had intended to save you that night but you weren’t harmed. It was a strange night. “Bizarro put her down, she’s not a toy.” Clark spoke calmly to his duplicate if need be he’d catch you. He always would, he tuned his ears to always be able to find you. Just in case one day you found yourself in way too much trouble. “But she’s my pretty girl.” Bizarro replied like a child not wanting their toy taken from them. But in this case you weren’t a toy, you were just a beautiful woman he thought was super pretty. You were like a beautiful rose with black tar over it that was your beauty.
“Bizarro.” Clark said in a warning tone, like if he didn’t drop you he’d do something he didn’t want to do. Though he did want to fight Bizarro for even snatching you up like this and dangling you like a piece of meat on a hook. “Okay…” Bizarro sighed before he just released you by your ankle. You were dropped like some broken toy who wasn’t interesting anymore. Clark shot forward and caught you carrying you bridal style. You wrapped an arm around his neck while your hand rested on his shoulder. Clark didn’t bother scolding his duplicate for how he dropped you, he simply flew away. He’d deal with his duplicate later. Nothing was ever a normal day when you were around.
“This has been an eventful day, reminds me of when I ran away to join the circus.” You spoke up amused as Clark set you down on the rooftop of some apartments. He made sure there was a fire escape you can go down. “You ran away to join the circus?” Clark asked looking down at you with his kind blue eyes. They were so soft gazing upon you. “When I was sixteen, I wanted to be a magician’s assistant.” You answered with a nod, because to you that was just a normal day. You were so strange but that was your appeal.
“You need to be more careful pumpkin.” Clark sighed as he cupped your face in his hands. He worried for you as much as he knew you weren’t affected by what happens to you, he still worried. He was almost like a teddy bear in that sense even know he wasn’t furry or had ears nor did he have the urge to hibernate like the animal. “Worrywart.” You immediately answered back in a teasing tone. You didn’t take his warning seriously. You somehow always ended up safe and unharmed. Clark always wondered what you were but on the surface you seemed human. “You know I always like a little trouble. It keeps the doctor away.” That wasn’t the correct saying but you said it anyways with confidence. Clark sighed knowing that’d be your reply, you odd ball. You were lucky he had some sort of infatuation with you.
“Can you at least reassure me for my sake pumpkin?” He asked with a small exasperated sigh. Hearing that you rolled your eyes but you understood his need for that comfort. “I’ll be more careful from now on.” You promised Clark, even though it wasn’t true. Havoc was just your invisible companion wherever you went. Wherever your feet took you. Clark wished he could just keep you here with him. Safe in Metropolis where he could keep a watch eye and ear out for you. Though he knew you couldn’t be tied down. You were a free spirit, which he could never take from you. “Have a good evening Clark. I’ll be seeing you around.” You whispered leaning in and kissing Clark’s cheek. Your red lipstick leaving a mark on his cheek.
Leaving him in a haze down the fire escape you went.
Just as you predicted though you got caught in a web. More so you were caught in a city being sprayed with fear toxin. Somehow you weren’t affected, you were prancing around the rooftops arms spread wide like you were a bird soaring through. Quite agile for someone who was usually wandered slowly. Also accurate to a bird if you were going from rooftop to rooftop with your arms spread.
Though you were looking at the chaos below, it had started as soon as you arrived in Gotham. It was like pure anarchy, everyone was lost in their fears. Fear was never something you felt. Pure amusement lived in your heart.
“It’s never a quiet night with you around.” A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You stopped your wandering turning around. You saw Bruce in his dark knight get up. He didn’t seem to be affected by the fear toxin quite yet. Though you knew he’d need an antidote at some point. “Certainly not but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You chuckled tilting your head as you sauntered up to Bruce slowly. It’d been months since you’d been back in Gotham. Your last run in with the Dark Knight was interesting for sure. The Riddler had kept you as a hostage for hours, more hours than you would spend in a city before going to the next. Bruce had to save you and he obviously did.
He was always baffled by how calm you seemed even while in the Riddler’s captivity. You didn’t go insane with the excessive riddles and the taunts. You remained as you usually were in that morbidly calm state. You had even kissed him that night before you walked away unscathed. Even blowing a kiss to a nearby officer who was too stunned by you to even stop you and question you.
It reminded him of the time that time Victor Zsasz screamed that he wanted your head on plate after you were saved by him. You just began to talk about Ichabod Crane and the story of Sleepy Hollow. Talking about it like those who speak about the weather normally.
“You shouldn’t be out here, you could get hurt.” Bruce began to scold causing you to roll your eyes. You reached up to rest your wrists on his shoulders. His hands found solace on your waist. Bruce would never outwardly admit his infatuation with you. His actions spoke louder than anything he could ever say. “I’m away from all the danger here on these rooftops.” You reminded Bruce gesturing to your surroundings. Chaos was below, Bruce had a job to do but he had to make sure you were safe. “Yes but that could quickly change if one of them gains access to a fire escape.” Bruce replied gesturing with his head to the buildings surrounding them with multiple fire escapes. No doubt because of Firefly why Gotham had a lot of them.
Unlike Clark, Bruce was a little more possessive over you. He wanted to tie you in Gotham to keep you here. He hated the idea of you aimlessly wandering the world and constantly getting trouble. He tried to keep you here longer than you’d normally be in one city.
“Go to my manor and wait for me there.” Bruce ordered in a gruff but more gentle tone. He just wanted you safe just for one night. One night that could be for both of you once he dealt with Scarecrow. You knew how stubborn Bruce could be. He was a bull, figuratively of course he wasn’t actually a bull. He was just very headstrong. “Will there be red wine?” You asked the most important question on your mind. If you were going to stay in his manor you’d make the most of it. “Plenty. When I get home we’ll have a glass together as well.” Bruce offered his eyes gazing upon your features and that red lipstick you always adorned on your soft lips. “Fine, I’ll consult the spirits.” You sighed hating to pull away from Bruce. You were fond of him, you liked how possessive he could be because you definitely could be as well. Slowly you pulled away not kissing him this time.
What would his enemies think if he showed up with smudged lipstick on all over his lips?
The Batman with lipstick all over him was not a necessary sight for his enemies to see. Especially considering that most of them would go after you if they knew of your connection to him and how much you meant to him.
“I’ll wait for you there cara mia.” You winked at Bruce before disappearing in the direction of his home. Where he wanted to keep you all to himself and away from danger. He sighed to himself knowing you were a chaos magnet but he was willing to live with it.
After all you were Emma Dilemma caught in a web between two men who’d be willing to live with your peculiar life.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed I feel like my writing is a bit annoying but idk I’m just happy to get this out of my head lol
Summary: One of your friends invites Clark to your band’s garage concert without your permission after he’s been fumbling with your guy’s “relationship” if you could even call it that when something is always holding Clark back.
Word Count: 3.8k
WARNINGS: angst, fluff, Clark fumbling you, miscommunication, small argument, jealousy, latina!reader, alternative!reader, friends meddle, reader is a little petty, mentions of roofies, mentions of hurling and vomiting, singer!reader, making up, Clark reveals his secret to you, and a little making out.
A/N: this is lowkey preparing me for writing my oc Eden’s story cause she was in a garage band when she was a teenager but I hope you guys enjoy! Also I am only into season four of Smallville so please do not crucify me!!!!
One thing about Clark, he’s a great friend. He’s always going to be there for his friends. His loyalty knew no bounds for his friends and his family. Always helping and saving his friends and family from whatever danger arose in Smallville.
However…
The same thing cannot be said about his relationship with you. If there even was a relationship at all other than a slight strained friendship. So many times had you two tried to go on a date, so many. However Clark always seemed to cancel your dates. Never an explanation just him saying he couldn’t and someone needed him. Anytime you asked he would just say he couldn’t tell you. He never told you about his secret, never told you about him being from a whole other planet.
He adored you more than anything. Clark couldn’t think straight when you were around. He swore the world disappeared when his eyes landed on you. He’d do anything for you, he was devoted. He just wished he could tell you everything, he knew you’d understand. He was just scared.
He wanted to scream to the rooftops how much he loved you. Especially now as he watched you showing a new student around, Billy or whatever his name was,. He knew this was just a tour, he knew it was. He just could tell how this new guy was looking at you.
“Oh and look yet another hallway.” You pretended to be surprised by it as you spread your hands like it was something grand. “However this one is important cause our lockers are here. What’s your locker number?” You asked leaning over to look at the sheet with Billy’s classes and his locker number. Clark can see how this guy was checking you out as you leaned closer. He hated every second of this.
“Your locker should be…” You trailed off as you made your way down the hall looking at the locker numbers while the new kid followed behind. “This one.” You said patting the empty locker. Then you leaned on the locker next to it crossing your arms. “Cool.” He replied as he opened it just checking it out. “Mine is gonna be over there in case you need anything from me. Though please remember to get a lock you don’t want some handsy motherfucker stealing your stuff.” You informed him, he nodded understanding he could come to you for anything. “So if I needed your number?” Billy asked scratching his nose, you let out a small breathless chuckle.
Just as you had opened your mouth to answer, Clark called out your name walking up to the two of you. “Hey I’m Clark, and you are?” Clark introduced himself to Billy holding out his hand. He was trying so hard to appear normal but he was as stiff as a board. You raised an eyebrow looking between Clark and Billy. You found it odd Clark was suddenly here. It wasn’t that Clark wasn’t friendly, you just found it interesting it just so happened to be when Billy was asking you for your number. “Billy Hernandez.” Billy nodded reaching out to return the handshake. Clark squeezed just a little too hard making Billy wince. “Yeah this is Clark, he’s a little overprotective sometimes.” You told Billy as you gave Clark a look. Clark forced himself to let go of Billy’s hand with a forced smile. You even forced a smile looking at Clark.
“Can we talk?” You ask Clark gesturing to the end of the hallway. Clark now looked like a dog being scolded. He knew that tone and knew that you didn’t appreciate nonsense like this. Clark swallowed as he began to nod before he replied verbally, “Yeah sure.”
You grabbed Clark’s arm and dragged him down the hall. You found an empty-ish part of the hallway. Stopping, you turned to face Clark. Your eyes were boring into his and this eye contact was a little heated. “So what was that?” You questioned as if this were the beginning of an interrogation. Clark ran his tongue along the back of his teeth before swallowing. “What was what?” He stammered as his fingers twitched against the strap of his backpack. Narrowing your eyes you stepped closer to Clark. “As soon as Billy asks for my number you suddenly appear?” You recalled the events that happened just a few moments ago. Clark raked his fingers through his hair shrugging his broad shoulders. Rolling your eyes and putting your hands on your hips while you shook your head. “I just didn’t like how he was looking at you.” Clark attempted to defend himself though he knew you could see right through him; it’d be no use to continue to act like he wasn’t jealous. “Clark…” The way you sighed just screamed that you were irritated, your eyes now locked onto him. He knew he had no right to be jealous when he wasn’t being open with you. Or at least even giving you a good explanation for when he cancelled dates.
“I already told you Clark. If you can’t be honest with me then I don’t know how much longer I can be patient.” Which meant you’d stop giving him so many chances to disappoint you. Clark was about to reply in protest or defense he didn’t know because the bell had rung disrupting his thoughts. You didn’t even give Clark a chance to say one last thing before heading to your chemistry class. Clark sighed watching you walk away as corny as it might sound he hated when you leave but he loved watching you go. Clark shook his head trying to get his thoughts back on track.
He wanted to be with you more than anything. He just wanted to keep you safe which is why he never told you about what he was. He tried to tell himself not being with you was just something he’d have to accept if he wanted to keep you safe. But he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else other than you. You made him feel complete and you understood him as best as you could. He couldn’t just let that go.
Maybe he’s willing to risk it.
He wanted an actual chance with you.
After school you were in the parking lot with your bandmates. “Behold the posters for our show!” Vivienne revealed taking the hundreds of posters. Vivienne had designed it and made the whole thing come to life. You were always impressed of what she could come up with. Your band name, Dirty Dog printed so beautifully. “Vivienne this looks so sick.” You praised grabbing one and examining it after bringing it close to your face. You just wanted to look at all the details and see the hard work Vivienne put into it. “Fuckin’ nerd.” Keith taunted smacking the poster in your face. You gasped like you were offended but this was normal it was Keith being a dick. “Jerk.” You grunted as you grabbed Keith by his neck and put him in a head lock. He could get out of it at any time, you guys just like to pretend you were fighting. “Say uncle dickhead.” You cackled as Keith pretended you were strangling him. The noises he was making just made you laugh so hard. Even the way he was reaching his arms out like you were choking the life out of him. Even reaching for your other friends for their help. “WorldStar!” Freddy boomed with his hands cupped over his mouth watching you and Keith go at it. His girlfriend Lucy rolling her eyes as she huddled up to her boyfriend tighter.
Vivienne turned her head away when her eyes landed on Clark, she remembered you two were friends. Maybe he’d wanna come to the show. Without you paying attention she ran after Clark. “Clark!” Vivienne shouted his name to get his attention. Like a dog he snapped his head around to look. He knew Vivienne was one of your friends, he was a little surprised she was talking to him. He thought you would’ve told your friends about what was going on.
You did tell them…you had just forgotten to tell Vivienne. As you let go of Keith’s head your eyes landed on Clark and Vivienne. She was handing him a poster. You couldn’t just call her out and say no, you’d look like an asshole. It’s not that you didn’t want Clark to come, you knew he wouldn’t end up showing up.
Clark caught your gaze while Vivienne was chatting to him about the show. “Yeah we’re gonna provide snacks and drinks. I think it’s gonna be a fun time you’d get to watch-“
“I’ll come.” Clark interrupted taking the poster from Vivienne with a grin. He could invite Pete and Lana to hold him accountable. He couldn’t miss this chance, this opportunity to see you because come hell or high water he wasn’t going to squander this opportunity. Vivienne’s face lit up like she was clearly excited to tell you that Clark would be coming. “Awesome! Yeah bring by any of your friends!” Vivienne chirped before she ran off back to your group.
You just couldn’t help but stare at Vivienne like she was crazy. “What?” She asked like she just hadn’t done something so heinous. Inviting the man who kept missing dates and giving excuses. You just shook your head and hand. “Don’t piss me off.” You said with a humorless brief laugh. Scratching your nose you just nodded your head towards your truck. “Let’s head out and set up.” You told them you didn’t want to talk about it. You just wanted to set up for the show tonight and just forget about that. It wasn’t like Clark was actually going to show up that much you expected from him.
Clark jogged up to his friend Pete. “There’s nothing going on right?” Not even a hey or what’s up from Clark just that question. Pete raised an eyebrow looking at his best friend. “What do you mean?” He asked staring at Clark like he was an alien. He was but that didn’t matter. “Like no one affected by the meteor rock or like anything adjacent to that?” Clark elaborated as if he was in a hurry. In a way he was, he wanted to know if he could actually keep good on his word. He wanted to be there for you, he wanted to show up for you. He wanted to prove he was your man. “Not that Chloe or I have been made aware of.” Pete replied narrowing his eyes a little. Pete’s gaze went down to the flyer in Clark’s hand. “Good cause we’re going. You, me, and Chloe.” Clark suddenly declared perfect timing as well Chloe walked up to the two of them.
“Where are we going?” She asked amused by his panicked words. Clark handed Chloe the flyer Vivienne had given to him. Chloe looked it over and immediately had a smirk on her lips. “Someone’s trying to get out of the dog house.” Chloe teased Clark as she gave him the poster back. Clark’s bottom lip stuck out a little, he absolutely was trying to get back into your good graces. He’d do anything to see you smile at him again. “Yeah I am.” Clark admitted with a nod as he scratched the back of his neck. “Better not make any other plans then Clark, you gotta be there for her.” Pete laughed patting Clark’s shoulder. Clark wasn’t going to allow anything to mess this opportunity up.
That evening Clark, Pete, and Chloe arrived at your house where the show was being held. Upon arriving Clark noted the small group of his classmates. Though he paid them no mind once his eyes landed on you. You were dolled up, you were so beautiful he forgot how to breathe. His mouth became dry, dryer than a desert if that was possible. You were just walking around the makeshift stage testing the microphone and its volume. You hadn’t even noticed him yet just focusing on making sure everything was just right.
“You look like some lovesick puppy.” Chloe teased nudging her elbow into Clark’s ribs which snapped him out of his trance. Clark gave a small glare to Chloe as he huffed. He couldn’t deny it you made him this way. He didn’t hate it in any way.
You finished confirming the mics were good enough for the performance. It’s not like it was a big event just you guys having and providing some fun. Once you stepped away from the microphone on its stand your eyes locked with Clark’s. He actually showed up, he was here. He wasn’t looking like he was in a panic or hurry. The way he was looking at you made your heart flutter. It’s like you were the only thing that existed in this space. You loved and hated the way it made you feel. “Hey it’s time to start.” Keith told you slightly tapping your upper arm snapping you of it. “Right.” You nodded as you saw your friends taking their place.
You patted your microphone taking your place on center stage. Getting everyone’s attention, once all eyes were on you that’s when you spoke to the crowd. “Hello weirdos and freaks which I say with love, we’re Dirty Dog and we hope you enjoy the show.” You announced to them with a grin. “Tonight we’re gonna start with a song called Sorority Girls.” That’s when the show truly began hearing Keith’s fingers start strumming his electric guitar.
“I’ll do whatever it takes to be a Balboa girl.” Lucy croaked into the mic then music actually began to kick in. You were bobbing your head with a smile as you clapped three times. “Alpha, Beta, Delta!” You and Lucy exclaimed into the mic. “Placenta, Zita Smegma!” One more the two of you exclaimed. “Alfalfa! Hey, hey, hey, girls, let’s all look the same and act really fucking stupid ‘cause they like us that way!” You sang into the mic like you were some preppy girl. Clapping three times again before you gripped the mic. “Hey, hey, hey, boys, let’s go to the frat party, the theme’s white people, get your roofies ready. Shoot their parent’s money away and act like assholes everyday!” You shouted jumping up and down on the stage. Clark watched with a smile, the way his stomach fluttered watching you in your element should be criminal. “Wanna take a stroll down Greek Row. Find the biggest pack of douchey football bros, got their brand new polos on, yeah. Wanna spew a little on everyone, wow.” You and Lucy sang in unison putting your mics close together before pulling apart. “Hurl, hurl, hurl, on sorority girls.” You continued putting your hands on your stomach and moved like you were actually going to hurl but you didn’t. “I wanna spew, spew, spew on fraternity dudes.” Now you were pretending with your hands that you were vomiting. Again you weren’t going to even though you were performing in front of Clark after all the countless times he’d left you alone. “I wanna hurl, hurl, hurl, on sorority girls. I wanna spew, spew, spew, on fraternity dudes!” You repeated those motions again as you sang. “I just wanna ruin the day in a particular way!” You and Lucy shrieked but tastefully not an unworldly shriek but in a way that worked with the song. Keith, Vivienne, and Freddy played their instruments for a moment. Letting the instrumentals take over. “Wanna take a stroll down Greek Row. Find the biggest pack of brainless female drones! Got their brand new whatever’s on, yeah. Wanna spew a little on everyone waa-ooh, waa-ooh, waa-ooh!” Then the rest of the band joined in at the end.
“Wanna, wanna spew on you!” You shouted hopping up and down at the mic.
“Alpha-falfa!” Lucy screamed after you.
“Greatest fuckin’ football dudes!” You shouted pointing at Clark who just so happened to be on the football team. He pointed at himself with a small smile.
“Delta trelta!” Lucy chimed in.
“I’m a little kangaroo!”
“Gamma jamma!”
“Wanna, wanna fuckin’ puke and spew on you!” You sang the last note with a high note before you laughed.
The rest of the show went normally and as planned. In your eyes it went splendid even with the surprise of Clark showing up. Clark stuck around after you guys packed up. Chloe and Pete had left after Clark told them he was going to stick around. He made sure you were alone so he could speak to you. He had to tell you, if he wanted to be with you this was his chance.
“See you guys later!” You waved to Lucy and Freddy as they left in their car. You scratched your cheek as you turned seeing Clark standing there. You couldn’t lie it was a little awkward after earlier today. “So you showed up.” You spoke up after a moment of silence. Clark let out a small chuckle as you made your way next to him to lean on that white picket fence. “I did.” He confirmed softly staring at you. You were so beautiful even if you were just a little disheveled from the way you put yourself into your performance. You both stood in silence for a few minutes. Enjoying each other’s company after not having been alone together in a long time.
Clark let the quiet take over before he took a deep breath. “There’s something I wanna tell you.” Clark began his tone shaking even his hands trembled a little. You raised an eyebrow your gaze softening looking at Clark. You noted how nervous he seemed. “It’s about why I’m always running off and never could tell you anything.” He added making a spark of hope light up in your gut. The petty side of you wanted to make sure this would be a good reason. “Go on.” You encouraged gently putting your hand on his arm. That eased Clark’s nerves a little. He loved the effect you had on him. “I need you to just listen to me.” Clark mumbled making you worry a little that this would change something between you two.
“I want to be with you more than anything but there’s something you should know about me.” Clark sighed and the way his shoulders lowered like a huge weight was lifting off. “I’m not like everyone else, I’m different.” He began, you wanted to ease the tension and crack a joke but you knew now wasn’t the time. Your gaze remained lock onto him and your thumb began to move up and down to soothe him. “I’m an alien and why I leave all the time is to save Lana, Pete, Chloe and others from the people affected by the meteor rock.” Clark ripped the bandaid off, he could tell you.
You weren’t stupid he knew that for a fact. You were silent for a few moments taking in what he just told you. All the dots were connecting in your head. This was all making sense because after the failed dates someone was either dead or arrested. She remembered what happened with Chloe and that guy who was going to take her body heat and kill her. “You’re not fucking with me.” You let out a breath as you stared at Clark half-expecting him to start laughing. “I’ll prove it.” He told you as if you needed more proof. He walked towards your truck looking around making sure no one else was watching. He squatted down gripping the bottom of your truck. You were about to stop him before he just picked it up like it was nothing. When he put it down and looked back, your eyes were wide standing there frozen. Your mouth agape staring at Clark. He let you have a moment to take this all in. He knew it was a lot but he needed you to know.
“So you play superhero…” You whispered pointing at Clark. Now it was all making sense and Clark quite literally just proved it. You wondered what else he could do but you were you’d find out. “Clark Kent you just got so much hotter.” You finally said making Clark’s cheeks flush. That was definitely unexpected but you were reacting so much better than he initially believed. It was making him beat himself up over not telling you sooner. “Does this mean you’ll give me another chance to take you out?” Clark asked feeling like now it was the right time. He slowly made his way back up to you and took your hands in his. “Yeah but if danger comes up I’m coming with you.” You immediately nodded taking your bottom lip between your teeth. Clark wanted to argue and say no you couldn’t but he saw no point in arguing with you. You were head strong and always willing to help others.
“Fine but I’ll call the shots okay?”
“That’s cute that you think you’ll get to call them.”
It was like the spark reset between you two and the banter had returned. Clark let go of one of your hands to cup your cheek leaning in slowly. Meeting him halfway you captured his lips in a tender kiss. This kiss was a long time waiting to come. You placed your hand on the side of his neck pulling him in more. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss Clark’s hand slowly trailed to the back of your head to keep it there. As sweet as the kiss was it became a little heated. Lord knows how many times you two made out when things were good between you two. Clark let go of your other hand gripping your waist instead like he never wanted to let go. You happily oblige by grabbing his jacket pulling him in your hand that was on his neck immediately went to tangle your fingers in his hair.
“Mija! I’m too young to be a abuelito!” Your dad immediately called from the garage. You and Clark immediately pull away with sheepish looks on your faces. Clark’s face was entirely red and you quickly darted your eyes to the side to avoid looking at your father. Your father had his hands on his hips feigning a look of disappointment. He nodded his head towards the inside before heading inside himself. You knew that was your cue for curfew. “The king needs his princess back in her tower.” You told Clark chuckling a little as you leaned in kissing his cheek. Clark smiled at your lips touching his cheek. You ran off inside as you were about to press the button you looked at him. “Next Saturday?” You asked with a smug grin and Clark’s smile showed off his canines. “Sounds perfect.” Clark agreed that’s when you pressed the button to close the garage door and headed back inside.
Clark waited for a few seconds before he turned around and celebrated that he finally had the girl of his dreams.
Little did Clark know you were watching him grin and celebrate.
And little did you know Vivienne knew the whole time because of the way she messaged you the next morning asking if you and Clark talked.
“That little shit.” You grumbled.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! I literally wrote this in three days! But uh yeah let me know what you think please!!!
Summary: She’s in trouble again but that’s how she likes it
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: luvcat!reader, slice of life, meta human!reader?, alien!reader?, and thats its I think lol let me know!
A/N: Yes this is heavily inspired by Luvcat’s Emma Dilemma plus I thought of something a little fun for this so enjoy! Also please enjoy my attempt at writing like Lemony Snicket!
At this point it was practically your name or rather something you were branded with, Emma Dilemma. Figuratively, of course you weren’t actually branded with it. You weren’t cattle, you were just a strange woman with a stranger life.
You were always caught in some sort of dilemma always. Chaotic and unpredictable were two words to describe your life. It would also describe your actions as well. You never knew what was going to happen in your life, one day after another of misfortunes.
You never even realized you were between two men. Two men who were completely captivated by you…or rather the predicaments you find yourself getting into. They were often questioning if you had a few loose screws in your head. Though you didn’t have screws in your head it was your brain. The brain, the command center of your nervous system. It also happened to make most of your decisions obviously.
The decisions that make these two men question why they are so intrigued by you.
You could say half of you was in Gotham and the other half was in Metropolis.
Though that would be quite difficult, functioning with only half of your body across a body of water separating the two. Which it was a good thing that you weren’t truly split into two. You just happened to venture between both places often. It was a mystery how you got around and into trouble.
It was a wonder how you lived so long as well. Especially when you were in Metropolis, it wasn’t a normal trip. Nothing with you was normal, although this was your normal doesn’t mean it has to be our normal. Though this was new being dangled by Bizarro’s hand on your ankle. You also just so happened to be dangling over the edge of a rooftop.
You’d just been minding your business gazing through the city, another lovely day. You were smelling the most beautiful orchids you had come across at a little cart. Then all of a sudden you were taken by a fast force. Soon to discover it was Bizarro seeing that symbol on his chest. It sure wasn’t Clark.
Now here you were dangling like some damsels tissue. “Me likes pretty girl.” Bizarro cooed looking down at you. To him you were a vision in that leopard print you were wearing. You weren’t screaming, you weren’t begging you were simply allowing this. “This is quite an odd way to show a girl you like them Bizarro.” You spoke up looking down or up at Bizarro. When if you were upright you’d be looking down at Bizarro, but since you were being dangled like meat in front of a dog you were looking up at him. You hadn’t even known what prompted Bizarro to snatch you up like you were a treat.
“How is Bizarro suppose to treat pretty girl?” Bizarro questioned holding you up higher to make eye contact. Your eyes locked with Bizarro’s and his little heart started to go haywire. There was just something about you that enamored him. “I’m not quite sure myself actually.” You replied putting a finger on your chin as if you were thinking. Which you were never did you have what people call a normal love.
Soon enough though, Clark appeared in his red and blue glory. Hearing that familiar whoosh noise of someone almost breaking the sound barrier to get to their destination. There was the familiar symbol on his chest that brought civilians hope. It let you know that Clark was here and ready to save the day. “I was wondering when you’d show.” You spoke up turning your body around slightly to look at Clark. There he was in the sky staring at you in Bizarro’s grip.
He almost seemed exasperated noticing it was you. He knew the chaos you brought with you. Sometimes when you were in the city you left like a trail of strange occurrences. Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy to see you. Clark had to admit you intrigued him. He would go as far to say he had a little crush on you.
As much as he hated the energy surrounding you, he liked you.
“Sorry I’m late honey, traffic was hell.” Clark replied to you with a soft grin. He knew you weren’t scared, you never got scared. Even with that one time a gentleman that was with you happened to end up in the back of a police car. Clark had intended to save you that night but you weren’t harmed. It was a strange night. “Bizarro put her down, she’s not a toy.” Clark spoke calmly to his duplicate if need be he’d catch you. He always would, he tuned his ears to always be able to find you. Just in case one day you found yourself in way too much trouble. “But she’s my pretty girl.” Bizarro replied like a child not wanting their toy taken from them. But in this case you weren’t a toy, you were just a beautiful woman he thought was super pretty. You were like a beautiful rose with black tar over it that was your beauty.
“Bizarro.” Clark said in a warning tone, like if he didn’t drop you he’d do something he didn’t want to do. Though he did want to fight Bizarro for even snatching you up like this and dangling you like a piece of meat on a hook. “Okay…” Bizarro sighed before he just released you by your ankle. You were dropped like some broken toy who wasn’t interesting anymore. Clark shot forward and caught you carrying you bridal style. You wrapped an arm around his neck while your hand rested on his shoulder. Clark didn’t bother scolding his duplicate for how he dropped you, he simply flew away. He’d deal with his duplicate later. Nothing was ever a normal day when you were around.
“This has been an eventful day, reminds me of when I ran away to join the circus.” You spoke up amused as Clark set you down on the rooftop of some apartments. He made sure there was a fire escape you can go down. “You ran away to join the circus?” Clark asked looking down at you with his kind blue eyes. They were so soft gazing upon you. “When I was sixteen, I wanted to be a magician’s assistant.” You answered with a nod, because to you that was just a normal day. You were so strange but that was your appeal.
“You need to be more careful pumpkin.” Clark sighed as he cupped your face in his hands. He worried for you as much as he knew you weren’t affected by what happens to you, he still worried. He was almost like a teddy bear in that sense even know he wasn’t furry or had ears nor did he have the urge to hibernate like the animal. “Worrywart.” You immediately answered back in a teasing tone. You didn’t take his warning seriously. You somehow always ended up safe and unharmed. Clark always wondered what you were but on the surface you seemed human. “You know I always like a little trouble. It keeps the doctor away.” That wasn’t the correct saying but you said it anyways with confidence. Clark sighed knowing that’d be your reply, you odd ball. You were lucky he had some sort of infatuation with you.
“Can you at least reassure me for my sake pumpkin?” He asked with a small exasperated sigh. Hearing that you rolled your eyes but you understood his need for that comfort. “I’ll be more careful from now on.” You promised Clark, even though it wasn’t true. Havoc was just your invisible companion wherever you went. Wherever your feet took you. Clark wished he could just keep you here with him. Safe in Metropolis where he could keep a watch eye and ear out for you. Though he knew you couldn’t be tied down. You were a free spirit, which he could never take from you. “Have a good evening Clark. I’ll be seeing you around.” You whispered leaning in and kissing Clark’s cheek. Your red lipstick leaving a mark on his cheek.
Leaving him in a haze down the fire escape you went.
Just as you predicted though you got caught in a web. More so you were caught in a city being sprayed with fear toxin. Somehow you weren’t affected, you were prancing around the rooftops arms spread wide like you were a bird soaring through. Quite agile for someone who was usually wandered slowly. Also accurate to a bird if you were going from rooftop to rooftop with your arms spread.
Though you were looking at the chaos below, it had started as soon as you arrived in Gotham. It was like pure anarchy, everyone was lost in their fears. Fear was never something you felt. Pure amusement lived in your heart.
“It’s never a quiet night with you around.” A familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You stopped your wandering turning around. You saw Bruce in his dark knight get up. He didn’t seem to be affected by the fear toxin quite yet. Though you knew he’d need an antidote at some point. “Certainly not but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You chuckled tilting your head as you sauntered up to Bruce slowly. It’d been months since you’d been back in Gotham. Your last run in with the Dark Knight was interesting for sure. The Riddler had kept you as a hostage for hours, more hours than you would spend in a city before going to the next. Bruce had to save you and he obviously did.
He was always baffled by how calm you seemed even while in the Riddler’s captivity. You didn’t go insane with the excessive riddles and the taunts. You remained as you usually were in that morbidly calm state. You had even kissed him that night before you walked away unscathed. Even blowing a kiss to a nearby officer who was too stunned by you to even stop you and question you.
It reminded him of the time that time Victor Zsasz screamed that he wanted your head on plate after you were saved by him. You just began to talk about Ichabod Crane and the story of Sleepy Hollow. Talking about it like those who speak about the weather normally.
“You shouldn’t be out here, you could get hurt.” Bruce began to scold causing you to roll your eyes. You reached up to rest your wrists on his shoulders. His hands found solace on your waist. Bruce would never outwardly admit his infatuation with you. His actions spoke louder than anything he could ever say. “I’m away from all the danger here on these rooftops.” You reminded Bruce gesturing to your surroundings. Chaos was below, Bruce had a job to do but he had to make sure you were safe. “Yes but that could quickly change if one of them gains access to a fire escape.” Bruce replied gesturing with his head to the buildings surrounding them with multiple fire escapes. No doubt because of Firefly why Gotham had a lot of them.
Unlike Clark, Bruce was a little more possessive over you. He wanted to tie you in Gotham to keep you here. He hated the idea of you aimlessly wandering the world and constantly getting trouble. He tried to keep you here longer than you’d normally be in one city.
“Go to my manor and wait for me there.” Bruce ordered in a gruff but more gentle tone. He just wanted you safe just for one night. One night that could be for both of you once he dealt with Scarecrow. You knew how stubborn Bruce could be. He was a bull, figuratively of course he wasn’t actually a bull. He was just very headstrong. “Will there be red wine?” You asked the most important question on your mind. If you were going to stay in his manor you’d make the most of it. “Plenty. When I get home we’ll have a glass together as well.” Bruce offered his eyes gazing upon your features and that red lipstick you always adorned on your soft lips. “Fine, I’ll consult the spirits.” You sighed hating to pull away from Bruce. You were fond of him, you liked how possessive he could be because you definitely could be as well. Slowly you pulled away not kissing him this time.
What would his enemies think if he showed up with smudged lipstick on all over his lips?
The Batman with lipstick all over him was not a necessary sight for his enemies to see. Especially considering that most of them would go after you if they knew of your connection to him and how much you meant to him.
“I’ll wait for you there cara mia.” You winked at Bruce before disappearing in the direction of his home. Where he wanted to keep you all to himself and away from danger. He sighed to himself knowing you were a chaos magnet but he was willing to live with it.
After all you were Emma Dilemma caught in a web between two men who’d be willing to live with your peculiar life.
A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed I feel like my writing is a bit annoying but idk I’m just happy to get this out of my head lol
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