I would definitely love to see your take on an angst post of list like how you did or situation of how he would react if you were in a dangerous/maiden in distress situation from whom le bad guy is
(Mainly got the inspiration from a pov video on you comfort character screaming after you/for you)
Orrr if not then another cute idea like this one that hsjdjskakakd I can't remember what it was but yeah 😅😂😂
I think- it was something along the lines where you would try to sneak into the cave/join him secretly in the battles to help him bc of getting sick of him being injured? And ofc him using every possible way to stop you like gurl- u better get back in the house 🙄🤣 idk something along the lines of that or even more its up to you~
OOOH I am going to do the first one just cause I feel like it's different from what I normally do~
Synopsis: The Batman finding you in a dangerous situation
Warnings: attempted sexual assault, fem Y/N
Type: Oneshot
Dedicated to the hater in my last ‘The Batman’ post’s comment section😘
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
The streets of Gotham were a strange and dangerous place, but you were one to find the beauty in even the strangest of situations. Take your boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, a reclusive billionaire with hobbies that go bump in the night. While he was the prince of Gotham, he was also its savior. Of course, only a select few people knew this. Luckily for you, you were one of these people.
You were mad when you first found out about his nightly activities, of course you were. It was dangerous work, and it was frusturating that you couldn’t do anything to help him. But, you realized what it meant to him and you knew that forcing him to stop wasn’t fair. So, you embraced it. You tried to look at the positives: you’re boyfriend was making the city a better place, and you knew that he has a totally awesome girlfriend always ready to patch him up.
Your thoughts always tended to wander towards Bruce and Batman every time you were walking in the city at night. It’s a guilty pleasure of yours, you know it’s dangerous, yet you can’t stay away from the serenity of Gotham at night. It’s a time where you can think and gaze upon the moon. But still, you knew the dangers lurking around every corner, and every sudden noise had you startled, clutching your purse tighter to your chest.
It was a particularly loud noise of what sounded like a fight between multiple men that finally sent you walking at a much faster rate. You tried to calm your blood pressure and not panic, you looked to the sky and felt a little bit of ease at the batman symbol, knowing he was out tonight. You were so busy looking up that you weren’t processing what was happening behind you.
The fighting had stopped with the sudden thud of a body slamming to the ground, and the attackers had turned their attention to someone else - you.
Trigger warning below (attempted SA):
You felt a pair of hands over you, pulling you away and shoving you into an alley. Every sense became totally clear and you were painfully aware of everything going on around you.
The guy touching you said, “don’t worry baby, we’re not going to hurt you like we did the other guy, we’re just gonna have some fun instead.” You could feel his hands going everywhere on your body, and bile started to rise in your throat.
There was another guy, too, carefully keeping watch. He spoke up, “hey man, just grab her purse, it’s getting late.”
“You go on ahead, then, I don’t think this girl is gonna be giving me much trouble.” It was painfully true, you had been shoving and pushing and scratching but it was no use. He had caught you by surprise and was much bigger and stronger. You tried desperately to remember the self defense moves Bruce taught you, but through your adrenaline-ridden body and your panic, it was no use.
You screamed, as loud as you could, but were cut off by a slap from your attacker. “Shut up, bitch. No one’s coming to save you.”
It was just as he managed to undo his buckle that the lookout started to panic, “hey, hey-!” He shouted out right before he was slammed to the ground by an object thrown from the shadows.
Your attacker looked to the direction the object had flown from and loosened his hold on you. You took that opportunity to shove him away. You were frozen in place, relief taking over as you saw none other than The Batman striding out from the shadows.
The look on his face had you scared, and you were by no means the target of his rage. Instead, it was aimed at the assaulter, who looked like he was about to piss his pants.
With no warning, Batman lunged at him, knocking the both of them to the ground, Batman straddling the bad man. He unrelentlessly sent punch after bloody punch to your assaulter’s face.
All you could do was stand there, still in shock. Your blood was pounding in your ears, and you were shaking, but you still felt fine, you thought that it was possible that you would come out of this without trauma, and tried to reason with yourself that he hadn’t gotten that far. But you also knew that the fact that you couldn’t move right now, couldn’t look up from where your boyfriend was beating on the man, wasn’t normal.
run, you tell yourself, do something, anything. But you don’t, you stop and stare for what felt like 20 minutes, but knew was more like 5.
Finally, you start to feel more grounded, and your senses come back one by one. You realize your Bruce is still punching, and you know that he has to stop. As you make your way over to him, still slightly shaking, you hold down the vomit that is trying to claw its way out of your throat and reach out a hand, putting it on his shoulder.
“Stop. Just, stop.” You say, softly.
He stops mid punch, putting his hand down after a couple long seconds. He slowly turns around, getting off the body that was either unconscious or dead, and getting on his knees before you. He doesn’t look you in the eyes until you tilt his head up.
“Thank you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his head.
In reciprocation, he wraps his strong arms around you, pushing you into him.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he keeps repeating, almost sounding crazed.
“Shhh... it’s not your fault, not at all.”
Eventually, the weight of the alley crushes into you, until you feel like you can’t breathe. “Can we... can we please leave now,” you say, holding back tears as you try to fight back memories of what just happened to you.
Bruce gets up and takes your hand. As you look up at him, you realize you want to see Bruce, not Batman, that’s who you need right now. You start clawing at his mask and he puts his hands on yours to stop you. He takes off his mask and you look at him, really look at him. You run your fingers over his face and find comfort in every sharp angle.
You hadn’t realized you were crying until he wipes the tears from your face. “C’mon, let’s go home,” he says while grasping your hand, pulling you towards the mansion.
