Jason Todd ◞ Dick Grayson ◞ Tim Drake ◞ Bruce Wayne ◞ Damian Wayne ◞ Barbara Gordon ◞ Cassandra Cain ◞ Stephanie Brown ◞ Terry McGinnis ◞ Kate Kane
SUPERFAMILY
Clark Kent ◞ Conner Kent ◞ Jon Kent ◞ Lois Lane ◞ Kara Zor-El
TEEN TITANS
Roy Harper ◞ Dick Grayson ◞ Donna Troy ◞ Raven ◞ Koriand’r ◞ Rose Wilson ◞ Victor Stone ◞ Garfield Logan ◞ Wally West ◞
JUSTICE LEAGUE
Bruce Wayne ◞ Clark Kent ◞ Diana Prince ◞ Dinah Lance ◞ Michael Carter ◞ Oliver Queen ◞ Helena Bertinelli ◞ Zatanna Zatara ◞ Barry Allen ◞ Victor Stone
request: I own hc about the reader falling madly in love with Batman, and he also do but the problem is that she's not interested in Bruce Wayne more to not like him especially for his playboy persona.
summary: Bruce Wayne seems a little determined to win you over at each of the galas you share and that exasperates you, but you don't know that you are deeply in love with his secret version.
a/n: idk what I just write
pairing; Bruce wayne x hero! fem reader.
open request — batman masterlist
The first time you met Bruce was at one of the galas that the Gotham City elite had put on, and being part of it you were practically obliged to go if you didn't want to break business ties with some of them, and it was there where you met Bruce Wayne.
I mean, personally, cause who didn't know Bruce Wayne? The orphaned boy turned billionaire. The heir to one of Gotham's largest fortunes. The missing man who returned to live his life between parties, scandals, and magazine covers. They'd mentioned him to you before. "I'm sure you'll love him, he's so charming," "He has a magnetic presence," "He's fascinated by intelligent women..." But when you saw him in front of you, you only thought one thing: "How disgusting."
He arrived late, with that arrogant smile and that "the world belongs to me" air. The murmurs followed him like a shadow. He approached you with a drink in his hand, his tuxedo perfectly tailored, and a confidence that bordered on insolence.
"I didn't know Gotham's business included such interesting and beautiful women. Have we met?" he said, as if you were already exhausted.
You held his gaze without smiling. "If we'd met, believe me, you'd remember." And without further ado, you walked softly out of his sight, leaving him with the words on his lips.
From that moment on, you knew he was going to be a problem. Men have a hard time with acceptance, and he was no exception. Bruce Wayne wasn't used to being rejected. And you weren't a woman with much patience for people like him.
What you didn't know back then was that that arrogance hid someone much more like you than you cared to admit. The man who patrolled the city every night with you. The man you knew as Batman.
To you, Bruce Wayne is a symbol of frivolity and superficiality: parties, women, fake smiles. You believe there's nothing real about him; he was truly an idiot if he thought he could win you over even a little with Batman waiting for you every night.
So every time Bruce Wayne tries to flirt with you, it only makes you want to leave even more. Because if he knew who you share your early mornings with… If he knew who you truly give your time and trust to… You find it pathetic. You even feel a little sorry for him. cause there's nothing Bruce Wayne can give you that Batman hasn't already shown you…
The first time you met Batman was on one of Gotham's many dark nights. You had received information about an illegal shipment of experimental weapons arriving at the port.
You infiltrated alone. Silently. Precisely. Until everything went wrong. An ambush. Bigger bodies, more heavily armed. You were good, very good, but not immortal. When you thought it was the end, a shadow fell between you and the gunfire. Silence. Sharp blows. One movement after another. And when you were able to stand again, he was there: Dark. Tall. Utterly imposing.
"You shouldn't be here." His voice was deep, as if the city were speaking through him.
"Don't tell me what to do," you spat at him, furious that he hadn't anticipated the ambush.
Batman, your beloved Batman, a respectful, chivalrous, caring, protective man, should you follow the list? It had fascinated you from the very beginning.
You didn't know exactly when it started. Maybe it was the night he covered you with his cape when you were shivering from the cold on top of a building. Or the time he wordlessly left a clean bandage beside you after a fight. Or when, after a particularly tough mission, he just sat with you, staring out at the lights of Gotham, without saying a word.
Not knowing each other's true identities was a real mess, but you liked staying that way. There was a certain seduction game going on, and they enjoyed it that way, even though you could only see each other at night.
And when you joined the Justice League it was even cooler, you were able to meet people with the same ideals and ideas for a better world, and you could spend more time with your mysterious lover.
When you joined the Justice League, the rules were clear: No one knew anyone's civilian identities. No real names, no addresses, no pasts. It was for safety, but also out of respect. They were a team, not a family.
Well, that didn't really happen like that, maybe no one knew their real names or their faces, but it was inevitable not to create some kind of friendship, once after a gala night you returned to the watchtower and met some of the members of the league, including Batman, and you began to tell them the situation and your feelings for that man who was stalking you at the galas.
"I'm fed up," you said, slumping into one of the armchairs.
Wonder Woman raised an eyebrow, amused. "What happened to you this time, huh?"
"Bruce Wayne." You sighed, rolling your eyes. "That guy shows up at every gala, like he owns the city... which he does. But he's so... insufferable. He follows me around, smiles at me like he knows me. What does he think? That I'm going to fall for an expensive suit and a perfect smile?"
Superman laughed. "Why don't you give it a try? Maybe it won't be so bad."
"Four words Superman, he.is.a.Playboy."
And Batman sitting next to you just remained silent, as was usual when the league members were there, he had to maintain his serious image.
Everyone talked about their lives, but they had never talked about who they were, and perhaps they never knew, well... almost no one knew.
It was during an emergency meeting. A mistake on a mission nearly cost one of the members their life. And when Batman opened the information he'd stored, it revealed everything he knew: their names, their revealed faces, their abilities and weaknesses—enough information to destroy each member of the team.
That broke the League. The atmosphere in the room remained tense. The betrayal. Everyone looked at him. Some with anger. Others with disappointment, and you could only stand there with your heart in your hand. You had trusted him even without knowing who he was. Why had he done that?
And you... you could only stand there with your heart in your hand. You had trusted him. Batman. Without knowing his face, his name, his life outside the suit. You had trusted him more than anyone. You had fallen in love. And now... you knew he had spied on you, watched you, recorded you as if you were a threat.
"Why?" was all you could ask. Not as a hero. Not as a member of the League. But as someone who had just lost something too deep.
The silence was brutal. No one interrupted you. No one stood up for him. You didn't know if it was more the pain of betrayal... Or the pang in your chest that came with the certainty: he'd known who you were all along.
"I needed something safe. Something that could stop them if ever… if something bad happened." His voice was low but firm. "Someone has to think the worst, even if no one wants to. And if that means them hating me… I'm fine with that."
And without waiting for anything, he ran his hands through his hood and threw it to the ground before looking up, allowing the entire team to see his face.
You really saw him, you couldn't believe it. Bruce Wayne. The insufferable idiot at the galas. The one you thought could never understand you. The one who made you roll your eyes with every arrogant smirk...
One by one, the League members began to leave. He gave Bruce a look filled with unspoken words, and then simply nodded, as if that battle wasn't going to be fought there. And so, there was silence. Just him and you.
The silence between you grew even thicker. He took a step toward you, carefully, as if everything could still shatter with a single movement. You looked at him, at Bruce, at Batman. And it all felt too real.
"Do you know what hurts the most?" you said, your voice barely trembling. "That it was you all this time. That I looked you in the eyes, that we argued at those damn galas, that I told you things and you just stayed silent."
Before he could respond, you hit him. A sharp slap, not hateful, but with the full weight of frustration and pent-up betrayal. He didn't even flinch. He just nodded, his eyes lowered.
"I deserve it" he muttered.
"Of course you deserve it!" you responded angrily, but it was no longer pure anger... just that knot in your chest that unraveled into the words, "You made me fall in love with a version of you, and they were the same."
And then it happened. You grabbed him by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him.
It was wild. Intense. Almost a declaration of war. And he responded as if he'd been waiting for this moment forever. Not like Batman. Like Bruce Wayne, like the man who loved you.
When they broke apart, they were so close they could feel each other's breath. And you smiled faintly. "I hate you a little."
"I can live with that," he said, with an awkward but genuine smile.
you don't have to knock (platonic! teen! reader) (fluff)
fragile batsibling - everyone
the last son of hell - platonic, absolute wonder woman! reader, male! reader
saint robin - platonic! batfam, cult setting
the child who stayed - platonic! batfam, gn! assassin! reader, loa! reader
red ink, soft hands - batsibling! reader, sh warning
romantic
a door in the wall (fear corps! reader)
in every universe, it's you (multiverse!reader, angst, hurt/comfort)
saint of the alley (mise amane inspired reader)
there you are (forget-me-not!reader)
the mercy between bones (healer!reader)
the softest blade (assassin!mother!reader)
the things he can't fight (reader has a panic attack)
the warmth between shadows (comfort powers!reader)
── .✦ headcannons
a prophecy with small hands (reader destined to kill their family)
alien! batsibling! reader
depressed! reader
desi! reader
gotham trauma
hanahaki!reader
in bloom (elf/creature!reader)
monstergirl! reader (gn! reader)
saving a mini version of himself
tamaranean! reader
twin!reader
viltrumite!reader
you fall asleep in the batcave
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✰ CLARK KENT
clark likes to be between ur thighs
dry humping
clark x bruce ; after a patrol that leaves him worn, bruce comes home to find clark waiting. clark reminds him that he’s not just gotham’s vigilante.
✰ BRUCE WAYNE
clark x bruce ; after a patrol that leaves him worn, bruce comes home to find clark waiting for him. clark reminds him that he's not just gotham's vigilante.
older!bruce
✰ JASON TODD
nights like this ; post patrol jason todd is desperate and banged up.
roommate!jason ; your roommate finds your spicy read and decides to do something about it.
jealous ; jason has a little moment of jealousy.
✰ DICK GRAYSON
baby, could i be more obvious? ; fwb dick who gets jealous when your ex tries to get back with you.
the cure ; in which dick grayson is sick and extremely needy.
✰ SELINA KYLE
knock knock ; new neighbor who you have an intense crush on
