all this time i’ve been reading these forger!reader drabbles and i thought it meant ironsmith-forger,,, blacksmith!reader,,,, reader with a forging hammer,,,, the alternative is cool too
My bad, lol
Alfred blinked and tried to stifle the slight shock he knew HAD to have flashed on his face when you bounded into the room.
Heels, a short tight dress, and your hair unbound- obviously you'd been previously engaged this evening when you'd been called.
"I had a date," you explain.
"Lucky fellow," Alfred said, coughing slightly to hide his amusement at Bruce's face. Surely he didn't know- or he did and had decided that that was unacceptable.
"Wish he saw it that way. I swear if he tried to explain the 'real price' of art to me, I was going to scream. Or kick him. Like, yeah, that's it baby, talk all condescendingly to me that's a real panty dropper." You huff and extricate a hair tie from your bag to get your hair out of your face, "What am I doing?"
Bruce stared at you for a second and you wave your hand in front of his face, "Hello? Mr. Wayne? You called me?"
"Right," he started and tore his eyes away from your lips, "I uh- the presentation tomorrow we need to go over it-"
Another annoyed huff and you give him a look, eyes narrowed, "You're super lucky it was a bad date."
"Oh?" he said, "What if it wasn't?"
"I probably would have just stared at my phone and watched it ring. You gave me the night off, remember?"
Bruce tried to give you his most charming smile but it faltered when he noticed you taking a seat opposite his desk. And the fascinating thing your dress was doing when you bent forward to get your laptop from your bag.
"Which parts do we need to go over?" you ask, logging in. "If I'm here, we may as well-"
"Alfred-"
"Yes, Master Bruce?" he cut in, trying to keep the mirth out of his tone. Bruce hadn't been this far on the back foot with a woman since he was in middle school, and he wasn't sure why- but he enjoyed it.
"I think we're going to need coffee-"
"And maybe a snack?" you ask, giving Alfred your best puppy dog eyes, "The food was horrific. Almost worse than the company."
"I think I can accommodate," he acquiesced, winking at you. "I seem to have gotten the perfect bread for toasted cheese-"
"You're a saint," you tell him, blowing a kiss at him, "Thank you!"
"I can't have the one person holding Mr. Wayne's social and professional lives together wasting away," he said. "How ever would I survive having to do it again?"
"Hey!" Bruce protested, "It's not that-"
"Mr. Wayne, I had to send flowers to two different supermodels because you triple booked yourself this week." You don't look up from your laptop.
"It was an accident," he muttered, sitting behind his desk, "Jst show me what we have so far."
All good things come to an end eventually, and sadly, so did your weekend.
After the bond was formed between the three of you, it was easy for it to settle since you guys are very close and vulnerable to each other naturally.
“It’s not like we will be apart for long, we’ll see each other tomorrow!” Ashlynn said to try and lighten the mood.
“I know, but now that we’re bonded it just feels like we should always stay close together y'know? We’re a permanent team now!” Marcus replied a bit downcast.
“Yeah I agree, and I also know that I don’t want to go back home either. I’ll take comfort in the fact I will see you guys in less than twenty four hours!” You chimed in with optimism.
“It really sucks that my mom had to pick us up so early, even if it is ‘lunch time’ as she calls it…I guarantee she just doesn’t want to watch the baby anymore” Ashlynn replied with a sigh.
“Well at least you have me”, you said looping your arm with Ashlynn’s, “I’ll keep you company for the longish car ride”
“As for me I will wait for my parents to get back, and talk about how productive our sleepover has been for my future”, Marcus replied laughing, “but seriously, please text me when you both get home, I know we have each other’s location and everything but…it’s just an extra comfort”
“Of course Marc!” Ashlynn replied by dragging the three of you into a hug, “Now everyone just…do what we normally do and nothing will be suspicious to our families, and we will be outta here in no time!”
You guys hug for a while before hearing Ashlynn’s phone go off, “Well, I guess that’s our ride”, Ashlynn said as all three of you walked to the front door only to open it and reveal a surprise of a lifetime.
Next to Ashylnn’s mothers car was Bruce Wayne’s car with him standing outside leaning against it.
Looking at you.
“Uh-(Name) what the fuck is happening” Marcus said frantically, eyes wide and jaw slack.
“I…literally have nothing to tell you” You pull out your phone to check and see if there are any texts that could indicate why this current predicament has taken place-
None.
Great, ok, fine. Freefall I guess.
“I guess I’ll go see what he wants...”
“We can come with you-“
“No thanks you guys I think…something must have happened for Bruce to pick me up so…let me just go see what it is” You cut Marcus off just in case this was something Batman related. While you do not like the guy, you won’t deny the impact he has had on the city so you would keep his secret safe.
Ashlynn and Marcus could tell through the bond that you were uncomfortable, so they agreed to wait until you were done talking with Bruce before voicing their concerns.
As you walked toward your father, he stopped leaning against the hood to address you properly, “(Name) I’m here to take you home, we have much to discuss”
“First off, how did you know when to pick me up or even where to? Also I believe that we have nothing more to say to each other after you answer my questions” You could feel anger beginning to fester in your veins with the audacity this man had. To show up as if he has been an active parent? After all these years? Give me a break.
Bruce only sighed and opened the car door for you, “Please…allow me the chance to talk. Also, I believe your other ride has already left.”
You quickly turned around to see that Ashlynn’s mother had grabbed her by her upper arm and hauled her inside her car. Bruce and her probably talked. Marcus would let you stay with him but…his parents are already hard on him enough, did you really want to add his teen friend refusing to go home?
Were you gonna be a burden?
With these thoughts plaguing your mind, you turned to Marcus and Ashylnn as they looked at you with a deep concern. You gave them a smile, thumbs up, and motioned to your phone. They nodded their heads back at you, clearly uncomfortable with leaving you alone with your father, but they trusted your judgement.
You quickly got in as Bruce closed the door behind you before getting into the driver’s seat and driving off.
Earl Grey and Roses.
That was what Damian said your scent was now.
“No, No that can’t be right-it’s vanilla and strawberries! I would know they hung out with me all the time before” Dick practically shouted when Damian unveiled this information. It sent everyone into a spiral.
But now, your scent had elements of citrus, oak, and lavender…Bruce comforted himself with the fact it was probably from spending so much time at your friend’s house.
Your father could fix that too.
“(Name), I wanted to let you know that all your belongings have been moved to the room next to mine. I apologize for the delay in changing them, it was an oversight on my part.”
Your brain started short circuiting, “What-“
“And in addition, when we were moving your belongings, we realized just how much time has passed by under our noses. Which leads us to this week, we have decided to keep you home from school so that each day can be spent as a bonding day with one of the members of the family.” Bruce interrupted keeping his eyes focused on the road with an occasional glance towards you.
“Hold on-“
“Today will be a family day with what little we have left of it, and Dick will be the first family member starting tomorrow. We decided on oldest to youngest-“
“JUST HANG ON ONE SECOND!” You shouted angrily at Bruce. His eyes displayed the briefest instance of shock before he let you continue.
“What the hell happened? Why was this decided now, and after so long? Do I get a say in any of it?” You were listing off the questions at the forefront of your mind, not really sure how to comprehend what was happening.
“Oh Honey…” Bruce put his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb in small circles, “I know this doesn’t make sense now, but just wait until this week is over, then you’ll see.”
You couldn’t think. You didn’t know what to do.
You finally had your own pack, your own bond. Now your father comes around to ruin it all…why?
Before you got the chance, you took a moment to think about your situation while Bruce took his hand away to go back to driving.
If you were to refuse…what would happen? Bruce was already acting weird so it’s safe to assume that so are your brothers. If this escalated, how would they behave? You are in uncharted territory, the most logical and safest conclusion would be to just…let the week progress. If you let them have their week, there is a high probability of them leaving you alone after or at least cordial but still distant.
You quickly texted your friends how you have pulled into the driveway, and why you will not be at school this week before your phone was taken.
“Damian had expressed concerns with how much time you spend on your phone, in order to properly interact with your family all of your electronics will be confiscated for the week.”
“What? But that’s-“
Bruce had already gotten out of the car and opened your door before you had a chance to make your case.
When you got up, Bruce was already by your side putting his arm around your shoulders, pushing you into a sort of sideways hug.
You didn’t understand what to do. This doesn’t happen. You don’t have enough information to make a calculated move.
“How will I keep up with my class schedule if I can’t even talk to my friends about the work I am missing?”
“You don’t need to worry about that honey, I have already emailed your teachers and they have given me the work you will be missing. You can work with whoever you are hanging out with that day to help you complete it.”
Just as you were about to spiral into a lengthy tangent to your father, you walked into the front doors and were met with Dick grabbing you off of your feet and cradling you to his chest.
“Hi my little wildflower! How have you been? It’s been way too long!”
This is all wrong. You were going to panic. You needed to think, you needed space.
The other members of the family came into view as Dick was taking you into the living room.
You felt him sniff you, and out of the corner of your eye you saw them share a look.
You didn’t like it.
Dick sat down with you in his lap and put his head on top of your hair while rubbing his upper hand up and down your arm.
Is he trying to scent you?
“Hey kid, did you have a good weekend?” Jason said while coming to sit next to you on your left side, closest to your head.
“Um-yeah it was-“
“Oh (Name)! Damian told us how well you’re doing in school! What’s your favorite subject?” Tim said, sitting on your right.
“Well-“
“Tch. All this crowding is unproductive. (Name) come to my room, I can help to teach you about painting. You may even find it as relaxing as I do.” Damian joined in standing in front of you.
Bruce interjected before this tirade on your psyche could continue, “Now hold on everyone, I have not informed (Name) on the schedule, and since we agreed to stick to it we will be watching a movie in the screening room. Is that clear?”
There were a bunch of mummers of yes while you chose to stay silent.
“Now (Name), as we discussed you will be spending time with each family member one day a week. We decided it would be best to go from oldest to youngest. As your father, I will be with you the entire day on Monday, followed by Dick on Tuesday, and so on and so forth. Do you have any questions about this arrangement?”
“Yes actually, number one, why are we doing this in the first place and two what if I refuse to participate?” You said while trying to get up and out of Dick’s hold.
“I’m sorry little birdie but we realized far too late on how the years have slipped us by”, Dick said while tightening his hold to bring you closer completely ignoring your struggle, “and why would you want to refuse? You want to also have some family bonding time right? Who knows there may even be a surprise for you come Saturday!"
Dick looked down at you with a wide grin, with a possessive glint in his eye. As you tear your gaze away and look around the room, you see that while some are smiling or just staring; they all had that same glint in your eye.
What the hell was happening?
A/N: HEY GUYS!! I’m sorry for the late upload, this was supposed to come out yesterday, however I had a minor anxiety attack so I decided to wait until I could clean it up more!! Thank you everyone for enjoying my work! It truly means the world to me! I hope you are excited for the more chapters to come!!
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: ♥︎ content WARNING : Bruce Wayne (25) × Bunny!Reader, soft domestic fluff, implied secret identity, sore throat, emotional caretaking, secrecy in a relationship / based n this here!
: ♥︎ summary : Bruce wakes up with a raw throat after a long night of using his Batman voice. His girlfriend notices right away, fusses over him, and makes him her grandmother’s special herbal tea.
: ♥︎ doll notie note . . . GUESS WHO IS BACK?
Bruce woke to the kind of throat that felt like someone had taken sandpaper to the inside of it. He swallowed once, experimentally, and the raw scrape made him wince against the pillow. The voice that came out when he tried a quiet “damn” was lower, rougher, nothing like the easy public tone he’d spent years polishing. Of course it was. He’d been using that other voice for hours the night before; growling orders into the dark, forcing the sound down into his chest the way the training manuals never warned you about. First year of this, and already his body was filing complaints he hadn’t expected.
Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the east wing bedroom, thin and gray, the kind Gotham specialized in. Rain tapped steadily against the tall windows. The manor smelled the way it always did at this hour: old wood, faint polish, and the distant trace of last night’s coffee from the kitchen two floors down. Bruce sat up slowly, one hand at his neck, and tested the voice again.
“Morning.”
It came out gravelly, almost unrecognizable.
The mattress shifted, she stirred beside him, hair a mess against the pillow, one eye cracking open just right after she heard him. She was still in the short silk pajama she’d worn to bed, pale blue, the kind that caught looked like water around her when she moved. She pushed herself up on an elbow, frowning the gentle way she always frowned when something was off.
“Bruce?” Her voice was sleep-soft. “You sound terrible.”
He cleared his throat and regretted it instantly. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t sound fine.” She sat up fully now, reaching over to press the back of her hand to his forehead the way she’d done a dozen times already in the months they’d been together, with cool fingers, but completely careful. “No fever. But that voice… did you catch something last night? You were out late again.”
He hadn’t told her where. He never did (and didn't intend to either).
The cover story, charity boards, late meetings, the occasional “friend in trouble”, had held so far because she never pushed. She just looked at him like she was doing it right now, with wide eyes, worried and open, and waited.
“Probably just the weather,” he said, and the rasp made the words sound like a lie even to him. “Rain’s been relentless.”
She studied him a second longer, then swung her legs out of bed. Bare perfectly pedicured feet on the cold hardwood. “Stay there. I’m making you tea.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She glanced back with that small, certain smile she used when she’d already decided. “My grandmother’s recipe fixes everything.”
He watched her leave. The silk hem of her pj's brushed the backs of her thighs as she walked quietly, heading for the grand staircase like the enormous dark house had always belonged to her. Wayne Manor could swallow people; the high ceilings, the portraits that seemed to judge, the way sound disappeared into corridors... most visitors felt it. But his sweet bunny moved through it like she’d grown up here, barefoot and soft-edged against all that heavy stone and shadow.
Bruce stayed in bed longer than he needed to, listening to the distant sounds of the kitchen coming to life.
The kettle. A cupboard door. The quiet clink of porcelain.
His throat still burned every time he swallowed. He thought about the night before, the alley, the man who’d tried to run, the way the voice had carried farther than he’d expected when he’d ordered him to stop. As he thought, the voice had been useful, effective... and now this.
By the time he made it downstairs, the kitchen smelled of lemon, honey, and something sharper underneath—ginger, maybe, or the dried herbs she kept in a little tin she’d brought from the penthouse she still technically shared with her parents. She stood at the counter, hair pulled into a loose knot, bare feet on the cool tile. The short silk dress looked almost luminous against the dark wood cabinets and the rain streaked windows behind her.
She turned when she heard him, holding out a steamy mug. “Careful. It’s hot.”
He took it. The first sip was better than it had any right to be, smooth, slightly sweet, the heat sinking into the raw places in his throat and easing them. He closed his eyes for a second.
“Good?” she asked.
“Yeah.” He took another swallow. “Really good.”
She leaned against the counter, watching him with that soft look of hers. “You should rest today. Skip whatever meetings you had. I’ll call if you want.”
“I’ll be fine by afternoon.”
“You always say that.” She reached out and adjusted the collar of the shirt he’d thrown on, fingers brushing his neck. “Just… take it easy? Your voice sounds like it hurts.”
It did. More than he’d admit.
He drank more of the tea, already thinking about asking for a second cup later, and maybe a third. Part of it was the relief in his throat. The rest was the way she moved through the kitchen, quiet, elegant even in pajamas, the silk shifting when she turned to rinse a spoon or check the rain outside. She belonged here in a way that still surprised him. The manor’s darkness didn’t seem to touch her, or maybe she simply refused to see it.
Bruce set the mug down and rested his hands on the counter, feeling the residual heat in his palms. Outside, the rain kept falling. Somewhere in the city the things he’d left unfinished last night were still waiting. He could already feel the pull of the other voice, the other hours. But for now there was tea that actually helped, and Anna standing barefoot in his kitchen like the night and the voice and the secrets were someone else’s problem.
“Make me another one later?” he said, and the roughness in his throat made the request sound almost like a different man speaking.
She smiled, small and pleased. “Of course. As many as you want.”
bruce wayne gets distracted at the thought of you. didn’t matter what time of the day it was, didn’t matter what he was doing, didn’t even matter if you were in the room or not, he simply couldn’t help himself, everything reminded him of you. when he had lunch at wayne enterprise he ate at your favorite restaurant, ordering your favorite just so he could feel like you were there with him.
in conversations with lucius he would bring your name up at any given possible moment. “i heard about that shop, my wife likes to shop there” he muttered, not even bothering to look up from his computer.
“girlfriend mr. wayne, you lot aren’t married”
“yet”
it was cute to some people, they loved that he loved you and yeah it was annoying when he completely ignored everything being said because he was wondering if you ate but it was refreshing in a way.
yet it wasn’t only effecting bruce wayne.
“luthor has been sniffing around gotham lately, what are the odds that you’ve seen anything?” clark said as the justice league turned to face the batman.
normally he would have responded with a sarcastic comment or with the confirmation that he’ll look into it. but atlas he stared down at tablet, notes from the meeting staring back at him.
he had heard nothing clark had said because at the very top of the note mentioned a robbery at a bookstore in gotham, a bookstore you visit almost twice a week. he worried about another robbery occurring when you were in the store, would he get to you in time? did he need to up your training? up your security?
maybe if he brought the place he could have complete control of the security or maybe—“bruce” diana called.
“what?”
“luthor? in gotham?”
“i’ll look into it” he muttered, arms crossed over his chest as if he was a child who had been caught doing something wrong. the conversation continued afterwards and he quickly found himself wondering what you were up to.
bruce wayne who is neither squeamish, nor a stranger to feminine issues. He's a grown man, and he's had his fair share of girlfriends. He's never been the type of guy to make a big deal of things like this. He's always been practical and level-headed, searching for solutions rather than making a fuss.
bruce wayne who has always been a steady presence for you, even through things as mundane as period discomfort. Bruce is by your side for everything big and small, so it's not surprising that he's by your side as much as he can be during your period. Your favorite thing is when he gets home after work and slides into bed behind you, so he can spoon you and rest his hands over your stomach. Something about the warmth and the pressure, especially from his big palms resting on your skin, is particularly soothing.
bruce wayne who quietly studies your preferences. He'll keep the bathroom stocked with your preferred products. You've never run out once since you started dating him. Every month, the kitchen is stocked like clockwork: chocolate, snacks (both healthy and indulgent), your favorite drinks, and electrolyte powders. He even asks Alfred to make sure he's cooking meals with extra iron for the week. Bruce is meticulous about everything, and he'll always do the most to ensure your comfort and well-being.
bruce wayne who never complains or belittles your emotions, even when they turn on him. Sure, he can get frustrated or annoyed if you lash out at him, but he's never angry at you. More importantly, he doesn't call you dramatic or crazy. He knows your body is going through it right now and you're a bit preoccupied with dealing with that. In fact, he's happy to be the person who takes the brunt of your mood swings. To him, it's an act of trust. You trust him to see you, understand you, and stay after it all.
bruce wayne who meets any tears with open arms. He's not always the best with verbal comfort, but he's always more than happy to hold you through whatever storm you're facing. He's a better hugger than he gives himself credit for, too. You'd never expect such a huge man to be able to gentle himself as well as Bruce does, but his arms always hold you with just the right amount of pressure. His thumbs, though calloused, are delicate when he brushes tears away from your cheeks, and he always presses the gentlest kisses to the top of your head.
bruce wayne who never makes a fuss if you bleed through anything. If you wake up in the morning with blood on the sheets, he just helps you into the shower while Alfred changes the sheets. Both men are much too mature and have seen far too much to complain about a bit of blood.
bruce wayne who, above all, makes sure to listen to you. He doesn't want to put his assumptions over your actual needs. If you tell him you want something, you're getting it! He's never been stingy with his money before, but he's especially loose with his credit cards when you're on your period, especially if you're pouting or in pain. He just hates seeing his woman suffering, and if there's anything at all he can do to make you feel better, he's doing it. Even if it's retail therapy.
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Bruce stood in front of the door to your apartment and checked his watch. He hadn't been to bed yet. And you had two hours and thirty-seven minutes until you had to be at the office.
Were you awake? Was it going to be too... weird if he was here? Offered you a ride to work. You commuting made him feel weird. Almost as weird as he felt when he knocked on your door, ears tuned for any movement.
What he didn't expect was the door to open and show him- you.
Not polished for work. Hair slept in. Sleep shorts and a tank top. Rubbing sleep from your eyes and looking up at him, confused. "Wha-"
"I was in the area," he said, giving you his most charming smile, "thought I could give you a ride."
"I'm not-I-" You break off and shake your head, "Have you been to sleep yet?"
"Nope," he said, popping the 'P" as you stepped back to let him in, too groggy to do anything else.
"Gimme a minute," you yawn. "I'll make coffee."
"Thank you, sweetheart," he hummed, taking a second to look around. An easel set up and a painting half finished. A smallish TV. Futon. Small collection of books. Rag rug on the wood floor. It smelled like cedar and oil paint. "I think your whole apartment could fit in my closet," he mused.
"Probably," you answer, yawning again as you throw coffee grounds into a filter and flip the coffee maker on. "Mugs are above the stove," you mumble as you pass him. "I need to-"
"Take your time," he said, "D'you have cream?"
Whatever your answer is, is garbled by the yawn you couldn't fight and Bruce smiles softly. Cute. It's cute. Apallingly cute- and he thought you were ridiculous before when you trotted into the office with the remnants of last night's glitter still sparkling on your cheeks and in your hair when you had a night off- pretending you hadn't spent the night before clubbing.
He made two mugs of coffee and stood leaning on the counter as he sipped his, wincing. This was not good coffee. It was functional coffee. Clearly, he didn't pay you enough.
