OKAYYYY I'm getting into ittt hope you like it.
w: puuuure angst, Franks an asshole,,!
Since the feelings started to get stronger and stronger, Frank knew he was fucked up.
He felt he was betraying his family, like everything he had done was for nothing. All the bullets, all the fights, blood to vengeance his last name, to end, falling in love for you.
He didn’t accept it if he was being honest. He tried so hard to ignore that deep feeling every time you were around.
How could he not fell in love?
Since you appeared, his life changed, and everyone around him would tell Frank how good you were for him. He loved the way you made him laugh even for the smallest thing, he loved your kindness, all of you was pure joy and oh, how he loved that.
He was so deep into you, Frank even didn't realize how deep.
How serious it was.
But every night, even if he was sleeping with you, the guilt feeling was just so overwhelming, he didn’t know how to handle it. Not yet.
Every day he was falling, more and more into you.
And it was really not Frank’s intention to that night went terribly wrong. His whole body ache and even the familiar bloody test in mouth made him nauseous.
He just needed to found some information, but all his pressure got him carried away, making the night way more intense he thought.
His boots were heavy walking to your alley, the night was cozy, slightly raining, just how you loved it. Just imagine you already waiting for him with some delicious dinner and some handmade lemon pay, would get Frank already smiling.
But he was feeling mad. Angry.
Traitor.
Was he remembering Maria?
Was he missing the feeling of having a wife?
A family?
God, all those thoughts made him sick, guilty, he was a fucking traitor.
“Hey… oh, are you okay?
Your pretty voice was low when he first opened the door.
The freshly cooked food and baked smell rather than making him felt less stressed, it was pissing him off.
“I’m good” he muttered, already untying his boots with a heavy breath listening to your steps.
“Need help?”
“Baby… I’m fine” his voice came out tight, but still pushing that fine line of almost, snapping. He was trying so hard to keep his mouth shout.
You frown your eyes at his answer, “oh… um- alright… I’ll get dinner”
Even you giving him space when you knew he need it made him almost wanna cry.
How could you be so good for him?
You gave him space. You knew when he need it and actually respected it, leaving him alone, waiting for him in bed.
“No, we, we actually—we need to talk”
“Talk? Like, right now?"
“Yeah—just—“ he couldn’t even complete his sentence without feeling bad a how your face looked so confused. “Jus’ need to talk… I need to- I can’t do it, sweetheart”
“You can’t… do what?”
“Shit Y/N” he sounded desperate. He was right getting on the nerve. “I can’t do this, alright? I just can’t no more. Shit I- I’m not a regular man, I don’t do that no more, I don’t play the house anymore, I don’t do it”
His words echoed through the room. You were already serving his plate when he started talking, your hands already shaking with anticipation at the very first moment he walked into your house.
Because you already knew something was off, just by the way he breathed, the way he looked, you knew something was wrong.
“ I don’t… understand what you mean” you said nervous, feeling your heart beating. “Playing the house?”
The dry laugh Frank gave you was just ridiculous. Already making you mad too, because you could tell where was the conversation going. “You know what, Frank? I have a hard day too, I’m just tired and I don’t want to have this conversation with you right now.”
Fuck.
Even that response got Frank almost tearing up. His stomach ache thinking that everything was remaining him of Maria.
“No, Y/N” he just couldn’t hold it anymore. “I’m sick!” His voice resounded all over your place, making your eyes already teary.
Because you knew what he wanted to say. He was full of fear, he refused so bad to love you, to accept he loved another woman. Because you saw the way his face winced when you say I love you to him. The way he fought to say it back.
“You’re not my wife!” He almost roared making you jump just slightly. “Why would you ever think you can replace her?”
“I haver never, Frank, you know that,” you try your voice to came out serious and cold, but instead, it was shaky “W-what makes you think that?”
“Y/N, I need to leave,” he said coming back to get his black boots, “I’m sorry, ‘right? You want kids, I don’t want them no more” his voice was tight and sharp. “It’s cruel and I’m sorry for trying keep it up so long,” he was tying his boots—again, when he spoke those words, “You deserve better”
The night was way colder you think it’d be. You swear your heart pounded, you’d feel it in your chest.
maybe something along the lines of the reader being a detective and working alongside gordon, just how they would interact
paper daughter — bruce wayne
sorry this took long to respond! hope you like this new short series! im so excited! reader it’s not a detective (not literally) but still something like that lol, ill be updating as soon as I write so please be patient:) first part'll be up soon!
Being rich and privileged had been fun when Y/N was a child.
I don't usually request fics but it's my birthday (june 8) and I just noticed that your request is open so can I request a battinson headcanons or fic for when it's reader's birthday please!
yayyy happyyy birthday!!!! here's another headcanonnn, im currently working on a Battinson short series soooo pls don't forget me :')I hope you're having a good day, may all your wishes come true! ₊˚⊹ᰔ
BATTINSON HEADCANON— YOUR BIRTHDAY EDITION
he is definitely nervous when your birthday is coming, almost two weeks before, he starts feeling anxious.
but it's because he doesn't even know how to celebrate it or what to do, his birthdays were doleful since his parents passed away, becoming a normal day since then.
Alfred has always respected Bruce's grief but at some point he started to give him a cake and a small present, trying to not let the day pass by.
So at your first birthday with him, he'd try to make everything perfect. He doesn't even know what to do, so of course he asks Alfred for his help.
"What should I gift her? Or, should I take her to dinner?"
"Mr. Wayne she's your girlfriend, you know her better than I do, but definitely a romantic evening sounds perfect"
So he spends all night thinking what can it be a perfect gift for you.
He knows what you like he's just insecure if you'd like it (of course you would).
he'd get you your whole Amazon wishlist, that'd included your now new water bottle for your gym class, some new cozy shoes, a new red wallet and just random stuff.
and btw he definitely hacked into your Amazon account to get your wishlist.
Alfred think it's so cute how Bruce actually puts his whole intention to make you happy in your day, even if he doesn't celebrate his own.
It's because it's your day.
minutes before midnight, Bruce already putting the small glittery yellow candle on top of the chocolate cupcake from a pastry shop you loved.
red roses. a lot of them.
he'd (all flustered ofc), walk into their bedroom, just smiling softly and very shyly but still, happy to be the first one to say happy birthday.
"Ow, Brucie, you're so cute!"
He'd patiently waits when you're on the phone with your family or friends who already are congratulating you. he just wants to hug you and sleep with you. No patrol that night.
You'd laugh embarrassed when you'd see your wishlist in front of you, he literally gets them all.
Alfred also helps him when both of you wake up and gives you a big hug, his gift it's a small but a precious jewelry.
Dory gives you a hand knitted sweater because she says you need one since you're always cold in the Maynor (so cute!!)
although you wanted to stay all day with Bruce, you went for lunch with your friends, knowing Bruce it's taking you to have a romantic date night.
he makes sure he's all dressed up, forgetting about all Gotham crimes, when he takes y'all to dinner.
more roses when you get into the restaurant.
when it's finally the part when he'd to show you his gift.
you're so excited and saying he has already done too much.
"maybe it's a little stupid but—"
"Bruce, just give it to me"
you'd feel your eyes tearing up a bit when you saw the small heart shaped necklace.
"Open it up"
you'd look at him briefly with curious eyes and a smile, doing it as he told you, revealing a small black and white photo of both of you. Bruce smiling a bit while you kissed his cheek.
when you'd turn around the necklace, a pretty cursive font engraved into the pendant, with Bruce and your initials there. It's definitely beautiful, knowing since then you'd wear it every day.
Oh and obviously while he was hacking into your laptop, he saw you'd been searching for a Chanel bag so he gets it for you, too :)
i barely see writers here writing for battinson, i love your blog and writing soooo much. also the way you write about him is the best, because there tends to be a lot of mischaracterision about him.
since you’re taking requests, i wanted to request battinson x reader who’s insecure about herself, if it’s possible with you, if not then it’s cool too.
I love your blog and works so much, keep it up :)
ouuuu🥺 thank you so much for your words! it means everything to me!!! I definitely feel that battinson is so quiet, shy and gives me kinda like emo, nerdy vibes lmao —I love it tho, but reading extrovert and playboy battinson it’s not for me, that’s so Bale!Batman!!
any way! Hope you like it <3
It honestly was something Bruce didn’t notice at first. He was an insecure man too.
He was constantly shy, scared of showering his raw emotions towards you, because of course he didn’t have enough experience with relationships, that, was that made him insecure.
So he wasn’t really aware of insecurities, of your insecurities. Because insecurity was “normal” for him.
But, that night, Bruce got invited to a charity event, one clearly he didn’t want to attend, at some point he accepted despite all his own allegations. He of course invited you, it would be the first time you and him would be outside, facing every one in Gotham.
You, before knowing he wanted to you to be with him, your smile was big and you’d be nodding, excited because you loved the way Bruce looked in a full suit. Your smile faded uncomfortably when he said both of you will be there.
Your chest pounding, your hands sweating already thinking, what would you wear without looking bad at all.
All of that, Bruce noticed.
He noticed when you were all serious and pale looking around your closet. He frowned his eyes, confused, not fully understanding your face.
“What’s wrong?” he said. “That dress is pretty, try it on”
So you did. You put that black velvet dress on, unsure of that piece, you were right, you hated your reflection.
He watched your face, your frustration in your face was evident.
“I don’t know… maybe-“ you said looking around your body. “Maybe it’s too small for me”
“Small?” Bruce asked softly. “Baby… i think it looks great, i don’t see any problem”
You nodded, but still felt your chest heavy with your insecurities. Because it wasn’t only that dress.
Insecurities were not only a piece of fabric. It was way more than that. You were pretty, but if you looked closely at your face, you’d notice texture you’d hate to see, dark spots under your eyes and cheeks. Freckles all over your cheeks and chest, arms with a slightly pat of hairs, your skin was not soft enough, and the list was endless.
Still, you’d smile to Bruce, nodding at him because he was actually excited, even if it was the slightest excitement, he was really hoping you could be there with him.
“So, Master Wayne” Alfred started when he saw Bruce entering the kitchen that next morning. “Is everything set up for tomorrow’s night?”
“Yeah, i think it’s all good” Bruce shortly said, quietly sitting down accepting his cup of black coffee. “Well,” Alfred look at him, curious when Bruce was about to talk more than he usually did in the mornings. “Y/N, she’s weird,-" He quickly said. “She’s acting weird, i mean. I feel like she doesn’t want to go with me to the gala tonight”
Alfred wanted to laugh at Bruce’s reaction. He sometimes seemed like a teenager trying to understand his girlfriend, but besides that, Alfred was also really concerned of your attitude.
“Is she acting different towards you, Master Wayne?”
“No” he said confused, "Well, maybe yeah"
His response made Alfred laugh slightly, because Bruce lack of experience was just heartwarming. "She's fine, Bruce" His tone was soft, almost like a grandfather talking to his kid. "Maybe she is just nervous, Y/N, just like you, doesn't like big crowds. You know that feeling, try to understand her better"
The cold night was there and the event was happening.
Bruce could tell you indeed, were nervous. Maybe way more than you should have, making him wondering what could've get you that way.
Did he do something wrong?
His own insecurities made him anxious. Too.
He was trying to focus on all around, but it was really difficult to him since you were acting weird, and also because he loved how pretty you looked.
"Hey... it's all okay?" His question was soft in your ear, watching you nod at him in response, but he wasn't sure about it. "Babe, really-"
"Bruce Wayne, oh man... it's a honor to see you here, pardon me. I didn't want to interrupt you" The man indeed interrupt Bruce, making him exhale annoyed, faking a thigh smile when he turned around to face him, not before squeezing your hand, apologizing.
He didn't know at what moment you'd sit up and left his side. When he finally was able to leave the non-interesting chat he was having, he was excusing himself, looking for you everywhere.
Relax.
He said to himself when he didn't see you around. Maybe having a conversation with some woman, or deciding which dessert you'd have next. His instincts were making him feel –already– nervous, trying to not overreact.
Your phone was in his pocket.
Just relax.
He was moving on autopilot all around, like a lost puppy looking for you, his hand sweating and already thinking on calling Alfred, so he could prepare his suit-
"Shit"
Your voice.
He could recognized it from far away, he could recognize even with the voices on the background and the music, your voice was muffled.
Were you crying?
"y/n?" He asked while he opened the women's bathroom. "Babe?"
He could see your heels sneaking on the floor, making him imagine you were sitting on the toilet. "What happened? Y/N, please" His words were awfully soft for you.
"God, this is so embarrassing" that's the only thing you said, knowing that you just couldn't hold it anymore.
"It's not, please let me see you."
You didn't have more option that open the door to face him, embarrassed. "Bruce, please jus', take me home"
The way to Bruce's car was silent. He didn't know what was going on so he just keeps his hands from himself in case he made a mistake that could possibly make you mad at him.
When you both were finally inside his car, you exhaled, finally feeling free of getting off your high heels and that heavy pressure in your chest.
"... I'm sorry for disappearing like that, I know you were probably looking out for me"
"I was but-" Bruce looked at your sad eyes, and reaching for a stray of hair was covering your face. "What's going on, y/n?"
"It's just," you breathed from your mouth, already feeling your eyes filling with angry tears and your chest pounding "I hated my dress so bad, my- my hair was just so messy and- fuck, I just hate not having the body I want, my arms are so big and they didn't fit-"
"Wow- wait, what?"
Your words made Bruce almost choked and frown his eyebrows.
"I hated! I hated so bad Bruce"
"Okay, okay, I get it, shh," the way you talked about yourself made him sick and also the way you were crying only got him feeling like the worst person ever, your sobs were hard, taking all that anxiety that'd grown from the past days, "no, please, don't cry" Bruce said softly to you, trying to grab your hands that were covering your face. "Look at me, y/n"
Your red watery eyes only made him desperately trying to grab your face, "I don't care" his voice came out softly, gently pulling you towards him, "y/n you're just so perfect for me"
Bruce's hands were heavy on your face feeling his blue eyes staring at yours. "I'm sorry, I'm the one who should apologize" your brows frowned at his words, "because I'm not a good boyfriend... and if I... I were then I should be remembering you, every day how insanely beautiful you are"
"Bruce don't-"
"Shh, I'm not done yet" he almost whispered, "you're just so pretty for me y/n, I cant believe you see yourself like that when I sometimes think how did you laid your eyes on me in the first place, I'm just a simple guy"
"Bruce you're literally a millionaire"
Both of you laughed softly at your words, making you sniff and grabbing Bruce's hands that were still on your face.
"I'd never forget the night I met you. I loved that smile," his fingers rubbed gently your heated cheeks, wiping your tears "wish you could see the way I see you"
His words were deeply honest. He really didn't even notice before any of the things you mentioned or have mentioned before that night. Your arms? Your hair? Your skin? God, it didn't have nothing wrong. He loved every single part of you he just couldn't see any of that.
He loved that you accepted him the way he is, accepted him as just as inexperienced he is. He had a lot of good things to say to you.
"'M sorry," you sniffed, playing with his fingers on your face.
"don't be," Bruce soft lips touched yours, not pushing more, "Seriously, you're pretty. Like really pretty" You laughed.
Bruce was still unsure of what to say.
He was insecure too.
He didn't know if telling you that tonight made him crazy when you were dressing, when he saw you putting your body lotion on your legs and spraying that perfume he loved, drove him insane and thinking how badly he couldn't wait to get home so he can take that dress out of you, finally. Maybe that'd work.
But even that lack of experience and communication made you smile, feeling sure that he loved you. That if he was with you was for a reason, and you'd to really believe that.
"I love you so much it hurts" Bruce murmured on your lips, "please baby, let me show you how much I love you"
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okay maybe it was flop but tbh its something it actually happens to me too so it was hard to write it without tearing up a bit :´) I bet all of u are sososo pretty never let no one say otherwise !
The rain was the only thing you could hear that night. Besides your thoughts.
You weren’t insecure. Or that’s what you thought so far.
Dating Frank Castle was complicated, at the beginning. But both of you put the effort of actually trying to take the relationship seriously, because you were in love, God, you were so deep in love with him. He was all you could ever ask for a man. He take care of you after your hard shift, he helped you with your meal after gym, of course, gym time was always a thing between you because he hated the idea of you being there alone, so he stayed inside your car all your workout when he felt it was necessary.
You felt loved, secure when you were with him. So, why did your chest ache so bad when you think of your future?
You wanted to get married. You wanted kids, your heart crave for a little family.
That night you couldn’t sleep even though you loved sleeping with the rain, the coziness of your apartment and the cookie-vanilla scent. Your chest pounding full of anxiety, crying because you knew that your dream would never happen if you stayed with him.
He’d be always be clear about that. He had a family. He had a wife. Just once, never again.
omg yayyy so glad ur back!!!! I am DEPRIVED of battinson content (honestly thought tumblr would have a bunch more fics of him tbh) can't wait to see what ur cooking uppp
IM SOOO EXCITED!! I’ve been busy with school and my job, this week im full of final projects buttt I have been writing a lot!! I am deprived of battinson content TOO i just read my own fics for confort lmao LOVE YA
yessss babyyy omg I’m so sorry for ghosting y’all tbh i wasn’t even reading anything here, but i opened tumblr again and saw lack of battinson content 🤧 i needed to lock innnnn😤
and btw im also writing for another character… let see if y’all can guess
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okay so I’m sooo sososos sorry for despairing im in college and also had lots of work buttt im back y’all this time fr! im doing all the requests i can! enjoy this little headc
• so we already know that Bruce is a mess as a boyfriend, he’s a depressed guy trying to save Gotham City, fighting constantly and honestly, paying more attention for it than your relationship.
• but you know that you’re still his number one priority.
• he’d learn your way back to your apartment before you started living with him. he’d watch you from the rooftop of whatever building was near, lowkey psycho.
• when y’all started living together, he’d be way more comfortable.
• yes, he’s obsessed with you, he just doesn’t know how to show it, at all.
• he knows your full Starbucks order, and the small, cozy coffee shop you like a lot.
• Bruce would drive all the way there to get your order.
• oh, making sure Alfred knows your order too so when he’s not home, Alfred can doordash your coffee.
• she likes it sugar free, alfred.”
• communication was not good. you’d beg for Bruce to talk, but when he actually does, he doesn’t stop.
• you might be the only person that has listened to Bruce talk about cars, about his parents for hours.
• as depressed he can be, he’s a funny guy, he’d get you laughing when he’s telling you how shy he was —still—in highscool.
• he loved being around you.
• Bruce loved your vainilla smell, loved the combination of your smell when you were walking down the stairs to have breakfast with him.
• “we made french toast, baby”
• Bruce who was a gentleman not matter how many times have you been around him. no matter how many dates y’all have had, he’s a full gentleman.
• he opens the door. always.
• of course, he’s a provider.
• Bruce doesn’t care about his money. you want a designer dress? then you’ll have it.
• he fully gives you his credit card and allows you to get whatever you want.
• even though you don’t like the idea of the freedom he gave you, maybe that Dior bag it’s yours now.
• okay maybe you’d shop a little too much, even alfred encourages you to do it, knowing that you definitely feel guilty afterwards, cooking for Alfred, dory and bruce.
• but honestly Alfred loves you.
• loves that since you started dating bruce, he stopped being so depressed and emo.
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• sex was vainilla at the beginning. but damn after he feels comfortable…
• he’s dominant.
• but deep deep down he loves when you put your hands on his neck and talk through it.
• he was a messy whimpering man when he was on top of you, with ur leg in his shoulder and his hand on your jaw making you look at him moan.
• “you like that baby?”
• oh he’s so sensitive too.
• he’d be so shy every morning after all those nights.
• of course some nights y’all agree to contact lenses staying on.
• maybe he was too stressed and you were at your job so he, completely nervous would watch your videos.
• your desperate moans drives him insane every time.
• quickies. every time in his cave.
• you’d tease him in almost every event you’re with him, whispering in his ear, asking him to go to the bathroom. you’d honestly dream about it, but still, always respecting his limits, always knowing when to stop.
• never pushing limits.
• being honest, he dreams about it too. nervous and all, but really debating if he should do it. he’d love to see your flustered face, your hand-covered moans, and your dress all the way up your hips. feeling the adrenaline in his body.
• maybe one day he’ll do it.
• Bruce Wayne who only smile and laugh around you.
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