summary: in which batman takes a quick trip to the iceburg lounge and gets distracted..
bruce wayne x dancer!blkfem!reader
warnings: lowercase, doggy style, semi-public, masked, rough sex
a/n: might be a little out character for him but bare with me ppl
he's seen you before. on his countless missions to gather information at the infamous iceburg lounge ran by the penguin that was crawling with drunk or high people and corrupt politicians of gotham.
you had a beauty to you that most women he's seen around the lounge didn't have. even as one of the only black women as a dancer, you walked with confidence and kept your head held high.
sometimes, bruce found himself staring at you from the roof of the lounge while moving around the city in the shadows. tonight was no different than any other mission. the penguin had been moving drugs through the city again.
bruce wanted to catch him red handed but the penguin had other plans.
bruce was pissed. he's in one of the backrooms waiting for the penguin to come in at any time. he had been waiting for almost an hour and started to get irritated with the wait.
that's when you walked in. in a usual skimpy outfit that was apart of dress code on the lounge. you only worked there for the money. living in gotham wasn't cheap and you still lived in a crappy apartment.
"well you weren't who i was expecting." you looked at the masked man in front of you. you've seen the news stories about the cold, stoic vigilante that showed little to no mercy.
"where's the penguin?" his gruff low voice boomed quietly. it was like it was laced with gunpowder. "he's not in tonight. how'd you even get in?" the room fell silent as he didn't answer your question. "you seem so tense bats."
the nickname rolled off of your tongue as you stride towards him. "have trouble with talking to pretty ladies?" you stood in front of him and tilted your head. his dark eyes pierced into you.
"i don't create conversation with suspects." you laugh softly. "so i'm a suspect? i told you the truth bats. penguin ain't in tonight." bruce looked you up and down. the purple led light shined beautifully off your melanin skin.
"why don't i show you a good time? help you relax.." you placed your manicured hand on his metal chest plate and looked up at him with seductive eyes. you could see a small flicker of something in his eyes.
it was almost like a switch in his behavior. he went from being quiet and intimidating to rough and demanding. his lips ravaged yours. you didn't even try to fight back for dominance. you moaned into his mouth as he pushed you against the wall.
after the roughest yet hottest make out session you've ever had, he had you bent over the crappy couch that sat in the corner of the room. you didn't know how he got his massive cock out of his suit effortlessly but you weren't thinking much of it.
"f-fuck!" before you knew it, he was ramming his cock into you at a brutal yet slow pace. you gripped onto the couch for support. he grunted as you clamped down on him. "you're fucking tight..." his gruff voice sent chills down your spine.
his thrusts picked up pace as he fucked you into the couch. "oh god! right there!" you felt like he was gonna fuck you senseless. you already felt yourself going over the edge. bruce's grunts and pants had gotten louder, signaling he was close.
"gonna cum! please don't stop!" you screamed as you pushed your ass back to meet his thrusts. one final thrust sent him and you over the edge.
after you both had released, you were left panting. "damn bats.. you must've been pent up." you chuckled softly as you heard shuffling behind you. "bats?" you turned your head and he was gone. back into the shadows.
idk guys is this good? feel like i could have done a bit better.
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