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I keep seeing little to no fics of characters I love to read about, I’m cancelling my retirement
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I have decided that my birthday present to myself will be for me to start writing again.
I keep seeing little to no fics of characters I love to read about, I’m cancelling my retirement
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Bruce Wayne x Fem!reader
Summary: Bruce fell in love with a downtown girl. But what happens when he realizes she doesn’t care for expensive gifts.
The first scenes is based off Gilmore Girls
You were at Wayne Manor, Bruce had said to wait there until he got off work, then you could go on a date. You heard the front door open, and walked over there to hug him. But he had a shopping bag in his hand.
“What’s that?”
“A gift for you.”
You take the shopping bag from his hand. Even that part looked expensive. You open to find a purse?
“A bag inside a bag, cool.” You said, it looked really expensive.
“Do you like it?”
“It’s a purse, I’m a girl, of course I like it.”
“It’s not any purse, it’s a birkin bag.”
“A what?”
“Nevermind. So you actually like it?”
“Yes, my books or camera could go in here!”
“Mhm. You ready to go?”
“Yep!”
As you got to the restaurant, you already felt out of place before even stepping in. It was very fancy, like only the richest of the rich went here. But you kept a smile on, maybe you were still just adjusting to this…
As you two sat down, you looked around, nice lighting, nice table cloths, nice everything. You could smell the wine from all the other tables, it was a lot…
The waiter came over.
“What would you two like to drink, or do you need a wine menu?” The waiter said
What was a wine menu? You thought to yourself.
“Do you have Diet Coke?” You asked
“Yes…” The waiter said, with a bit of judgement.
“I’ll just have a water.” Bruce said
“Very well.” The waiter replied as he walked off.
“I should have let you order drinks, shouldn’t I?” You ask, you felt the waiter’s judgment at you asking for Diet Coke. This was a fancy restaurant, what were you thinking?
“It’s fine, I say get what you want.”
“Okay.” You look at the menu, and it all seemed very weird. Definitely not normal everyday foods. “Hm.”
“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks
“Nothing.”
“You don’t see anything you’ll like?”
“I haven’t read the full menu yet?”
“Do you want to go somewhere else?”
“No, no, it’s fine.” You said, trying to reassure him.
“If you’re sure.” Bruce says
“Mhm.”
After you two finish dinner the waiter brings the check, you glance at it as he hands it to Bruce, it was a lot. You know he’s a billionaire but you still feel bad.
As you walk out of the restaurant together, Bruce notices you’re not acting like yourself.
“What’s wrong?” Bruce asks
“That was a lot of money. And on top of the purse. I don’t understand why you’re spending that much.” You say, quietly.
“Is that what this is about? Baby, I have plenty of money to spend on you.”
“I know, it’s just weird. I don’t need this stuff.” You say, sure the bag was really nice but you already had bags that were still okay, the food was good but you could’ve cooked the same thing, if you had a recipe.
After Bruce got back to the Manor after dropping you off. He sat on the couch.
“Master Bruce? Are you okay?” Alfred asked
“I don’t know how to plan dates with her.”
“Have you thought about what she likes, I know you give gifts as a way to show you care but have you thought about how she wants to be shown love?”
“Hm, thanks for the idea, Alfred.”
“Always, Master Bruce.”
A week later you were exiting your apartment building, when you bumped into Bruce.
“Hi, I was just coming to see you.” Bruce said
“Oh, I was going to go look at books.”
“Can I come with you?” Bruce asked
“Of course.”
You two walked on the sidewalk, he was holding your hand. This was nice, and what you wanted, quiet moments. Not fancy places.
At the bookstore, Bruce always looked at books that were near you. When you moved, he moved. When you looked at romance, he looked at the history books right next to the romance section. When you were ready to go, you had picked out none of the books you were looking at.
“You didn’t want anything?” Bruce asked, confused because you had definitely been looking like you wanted some of them.
“I just wanted to look.” You said, shrugging.
“Okay.”
Bruce wrapped his arm around you as the two of you walked out.
❦︎ bruce wayne x reader. slight age gap. 18+ nsfw.
older!bruce who was your dad's business partner on a new project. it started slow, but before you both knew it, the tension was undeniable. the countless galas and parties you both ran into each other, eyes always meeting across the room.
older!bruce who you ran into at a bar, eyes fixed on you as he kissed a lady. were you jealous, he wondered? did you wish it was you? but god, the minute you turned it on him and picked a man in the crowd to kiss, he was fuming.
older!bruce who left the club pissed and with blue balls. what the fuck had gotten into him? he jerked himself off at the thought of you. it felt wrong. you were his business partner's daughter. but would it be fair to just reduce you to that?
older!bruce who saw you a few weeks later. you walked passed him into a club but before you could get too far, he pulled you into a private room. you yelped, but you'd be lying if you didn't say you were hoping for this.
older!bruce who asked it you wanted to cross the line so easily. and who were you to deny yourself the simple pleasures of life?
older!bruce whose fingers found your heat too quickly, eager to feel you out. he went down on his knees so easily, you'd think he was praying to the powers above. his lips trailed up your thigh, hands hiking up your dress until he felt the waistband of your underwear. he slipped it down easily.
his lips edged closer to your slick folds. his fingers parting your lips, watching as your cunt glistened in arousal just from thoughts of him. god, he'd tried drugs, but this was getting him on a whole different level of high.
older!bruce who made eye contact, holding it as he pressed his tongue and tasted you. “fuck baby,” he mumbled against your skin.
his eyes rolled back on their own accord. his hands tightened their hold on your hips as he drove further in. the taste of your juices mixing with his saliva as he lapped at you hungrily.
older!bruce whose finger slipped into you as he lapped at your needy clit. you gripped him the hair biting down on your lip. this was too much, too fast, but you didn't want to stop. he hummed as you clenched around him. the tightness in your stomach increasing tenfold as he added a second finger. you finally snapped when you felt his lips wrap around your nub and suckle greedily. you came, trembling in his grip as he made sure you felt every second, his tongue unrelenting.
older!bruce who stood up slowly, wiping his mouth, and straightening his suit. you tugged your dress down, taking a moment to breathe. “you okay, sweetie?” he asks as if he didn’t just almost suck your soul out. you nodded in response and he gave you a knowing, almost smug smile. without a word, he opened the door, and you followed him out into the cool night.
Bruce Wayne x New-To-Gotham!Reader / PT.4
Reader notices similairity between Bruce and Batman.
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You just were the type to notice certain things. Details. Little things other people might not think to much about- but you could not let go of.
Usually though, you did not pay much attention to celebrities and influencers. They were just faces on billboards you ignored. You didn’t memorize them. Didn’t care.
However, a certain billionaire kept popping up everywhere. It was as if he was haunting you, his face is plastered all over the city. Prince of Gotham.
How had I not noticed this before the coffee incident?
The point is, that you could not escape looking at his face. And when you would look at things too long, you would start noticing....things.
Seeing things that you couldn't unsee now and it was driving you insane-
Because why did Bruce Wayne and Batman have the same stupid jawline.
You were walking home again after a loooong day of work, headphones in, minding your own business.
Then-
THUD.
A cape landed behind you.
You didn’t even scream this time.
You just sighed.
“…hi, Batman.”
“…good evening,” he said cautiously, like approaching a raccoon that already bit him once.
You turned.
Streetlight hit his face.
And there it was.
That sharp jaw.
That chin.
That exact stupid bone structure.
Your eyes narrowed slowly.
Batman stiffened.
“…why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.
You stepped closer.
He stepped back.
Suspicious.
VERY suspicious.
“…take off the mask,” you said.
“…what?”
“Take. Off. The mask.”
“No.”
“Bruce.”
Silence.
Dead silence.
Even the wind stopped.
“…I’m sorry?” he said carefully.
You pointed dramatically at his face. “THAT’S THE SAME JAW.”
“…what jaw?”
“THE JAW. THE BRUCE JAW.”
“…that is not a thing.”
“IT IS A THING. I SAW IT IN DAYLIGHT. YOU CAN’T FOOL ME.”
“I’m not fooling you-”
“You have the EXACT SAME face.”
“…that’s coinci-”
“TAKE. IT. OFF.”
“No.”
“COWARD.”
“I am not Bruce Wayne.”
You squinted.
“…you’re not?”
“No.”
“…really?”
“Yes.”
“…swear?”
“I swear.”
You stared at him for a long, uncomfortable ten seconds. Then relented with a, “…oh. Okay. My bad.”
Batman blinked.
“…that’s it?”
“Yeah. Guess I was wrong. Sorry.”
He relaxed slightly. “…thank you for being reasonable.”
“Yeah, no worries-”
And then you LAUNCHED at him.
Full tackle.
Zero warning.
“TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OFF TAKE IT OFF-”
“WHAT- STOP!”
You both crashed to the ground. You rolled over and ON TOP of him and grabbed the cowl with both hands and started YANKING.
“ARE YOU MENTALLY ILL-”
“IT’S YOU I KNOW IT’S YOU-”
He finally managed to get a hold on your hands, "This is assault.”
“THIS IS INVESTIGATION”
He tried to roll away. You clung like a feral koala.
“WHY ARE YOU SO STRONG” he wheezed.
“WHY ARE YOU SO SUSPICIOUS-”
He finally had to physically pin your wrists to the pavement.
Both of you breathing hard.
Faces way too close.
“…please,” he said, exhausted. “stop trying to unmask me.”
“THEN STOP HAVING BRUCE’S FACE.”
“I can't change my bone structure.”
“TRY HARDER.”
“That is not how the human body functions.”
A voice suddenly cut in-
“…Father.”
Both of you froze.
You slowly looked to the side.
A small figure stood at the end of the alley.
Black cape. Green accents. Sword. Tiny boots.
A tiny angry child.
You blinked.
“…what,” you said flatly.
The kid looked between you and Batman wrestling on the ground.
“…what is happening,” he asked, deeply judgmental.
Batman immediately released you and stood up like nothing happened.
“Robin,” he said quickly, “this is not what it looks like.”
“You’re rolling on the ground with a civilian.”
“I was being attacked.”
“HE’S LYING,” you snapped, pointing. “I was unmasking him.”
Robin stared at you.
“…why?”
“Because he’s Bruce Wayne.”
“…I am not-"
“SHUT UP BRUCE.”
Robin’s eyes slowly slid to Batman.
Then back to you.
“…who are you,” the kid asked.
“Who are YOU?” you shot back. “Another masked weirdo?! WHY are there so many of you?!”
“I am Robin.”
“…like the bird?”
“…no.”
“You- you're like twelve!”
“I am thirteen,” he said coldly.
You whipped around to Batman.
“WHY IS THERE A CHILD.”
“…he’s trained-”
“THAT’S WORSE.”
“He insists-”
“YOU LET A MIDDLE SCHOOLER FIGHT CRIME???”
Robin bristled. “I am perfectly capable of-”
“YOU SHOULD BE DOING HOMEWORK.”
Then your eyes narrowed slowly at Batman.
“…wait.”
Batman, “…don’t.”
“You’re running around rooftops with a kid.”
“…it- it's-"
“You're running around with a CHILD.”
Robin “Why does she keep yelling-”
You pointed accusingly. “ARE YOU A PERVERT?? WHY DO YOU HAVE A CHILD SIDEKICK.”
“I am NOT a-"
Robin drew his sword halfway. “I will stab her.”
“NO STABBING,” Batman barked.
“NO CHILD SOLDIERS,” you barked back.
The alley fell into silence.
Finally Batman groaned, voice exhausted beyond belief.
“…I’m taking you home.”
“EXCUSE ME-"
“You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I LITERALLY BEAT UP THREE MEN LAST WEEK.”
“You also tried to fight me.”
“AND I’D WIN.”
“…debatable.”
“TAKE THAT BACK.”
Robin just stared at both of you like.
Father has lost his mind.
“…I don’t like her,” Damian muttered.
“THANK YOU,” you snapped. “I DON’T LIKE YOU EITHER.”
“…she’s loud.”
“YOU’RE SHORT.”
“Father-”
“Okay,” Batman said quickly, rubbing his temples. “Everyone stop talking.”
Silence.
“…please,” he added, tired.
You crossed your arms.
“…fine. But I’m still watching you, Bruce.”
“I’m not Bruce.”
“Sure you’re not, Jawline.”
“...jawline?", Robin questioned.
“…don’t ask.”
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Bridge of Tears
Pairing: Bruce Wayne x f!reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Content: angst,unrequited love, moving on, bruce chose selina
A/N: Using my expertise to write angst for my fav billionaire superhero after my long absence. Never actually published a bruce wayne fic before so kinda nervous.
You don’t know when Bruce started noticing your feelings towards him.
You don’t know when you even started developing these less than platonic feelings towards him.
“I cooked you some of your favourites.” You tell him with a smile, handing him a small bento box. He looks up at you, giving you a small smile,the kind he gives out generously to the socialites at social events. “You didn’t have to, Selina and I already had lunch.” You can’t help the disappointment that pools at his rejection. “Well, uh, you can just keep it and maybe warm it up later when you’re hungry?” You suggest, fiddling with the handles of the bento box nervously. He smiles politely again to you, like you’re just another one of the girls who try to get his attention. “It’s ok, I think you should give it to someone who needs it more than me.”
The implication was clear, he wasn’t just talking about the food or your acts of service for him.
Your heart drops. The smile on your face vanishes, you straighten up, your face turning warm in embarrassment. “Yeah…” You purse your lips as you put the bento box back into the paper bag it was in. “Yeah, maybe I should.” you murmur while turning away. “Have a good day Bruce.” You tell him before shuffling out of his office, biting on your lip to hide how it trembles. You blink back the tears threatening to fall as you walk out of Wayne tower. Strange, has the world always been so dark and grey?
“You never danced?” Bruce teased, one arm holding your waist and the other your hand as he sways with you to the classical music. You huff, knowing he’s referring to your lack of skill, to the fact that you’re practically tripping over your own foot. “I can only work with what I have.” You shot back, implying he’s not guiding you well. Bruce chuckles, his arm casually tightening around your waist and pulling you closer to him. His hand firmly holding your waist as he guides and steps with more confidence to lead you.
When the music starts to slow indicating its end, he makes sure to slowly and gently dip you backwards. Your breath hitched, his face so close to yours that you could feel your breath and his mingling together. He gives you a charming smile and you find your mouth falling slightly ajar at just how handsome he is under the soft lighting of the ball room. If you closed your eyes…
You tossed and turned in your bed, to rid your mind of these memories. These memories that were way too dangerous, where the both of you danced a fine line between platonic and romance. You forced your eyes shut when the intrusive thought came. What if you’re the only one who felt anything in those moments? What if Bruce never thought anything of these interactions? You know he isn’t good at expressing his own emotions, but maybe it would be easier to move on if he just gave you a straight rejection. Or if he never started opening up to you.
Was it all casual? When he would nag at you for not taking care of yourself. When he would casually give up his jacket for you when you shivered next to him. When he let you spend the night at his house after the both of you talked for hours on end. Or when he skipped patrols to celebrate your birthday or other special occasions with you. You rubbed at your eyes, were all those memories just lies that wove together and formed the illusion of love in your eyes? Just like that, all the happy memories the both of you shared crumbles into dust before you. You swallow the heart ache that follows after.
Being lonely wasn’t all bad. You didn’t have to second-guess his every action, your mood didn’t sway according to his. You stop to admire the leaves falling off the trees, signaling the coming of fall. Time didn’t stop for anyone, despite everything, life goes on. You smile to yourself, maybe you were meant to be lonely because you enjoyed the peace that came with it. You enjoyed not having to depend on him, the stability and control you have as a single person was incomparable compared to the constant overthinking you felt with him.
He was out of your league anyways. Bruce Wayne is a billionaire playboy philanthropist afterall. You’re a normal person, an ordinary background with a life that you could say shared similarities with most of the middle class in Gotham. It was a miracle you even became as close to Bruce as you once did. 2 straight lines intersecting once and never meant to meet again.
Your eyes follow a fallen leaf that was blown by the wind to a screen in an electronics shop which was playing the news.
“Bruce Wayne spotted with a mysterious lover at Wayne's Gala.” The headlines read.
There he was, dressed sharp in his suit. His hair gelled up, looking every bit the rich CEO he is. Next to him, holding his arm was Selina, in an elegant black gown. It looks like she whispered something in his ear before placing a small kiss on his cheek. His ears go red and he coughs after, trying to mask how flustered he is.
Your lip trembles again, you closed your eyes, your fists clenching by your side as you looked down at the pavement. You shoved your hands into your pocket. You pull out your phone and your fingers hovered over his contact button.
“Thanks for everything. I’ll see you when I see you.”
The message sent, your tears falling from your face onto the screen, blurring everything else.
The bridge before you was nicknamed the bridge of tears,The bridge where people said their final goodbyes. You wanted to laugh at the irony. Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes as you let yourself indulge in the memories you had with him one last time. Your tears fall and disappear into the stone, darkening it with grief while you willed yourself to take steps forward.
You crossed the bridge, each footstep cementing your memories with him into each stone on the bridge then blurred with tears. Almost like a painful reminder that it was in the past.
You let out a shaky breath when you reach the other side, closer to home. You spared one last glance at the bridge. There wasn’t comfort, only anxiety that you seemed to have lost something important, that you have left something crucial behind.
You turned and walked away from the bridge. Not because you were ready to move on, but because you know staying on it would only bring about more heartbreak.
“Wishing you all the best.” He replied. Not knowing you had already removed any trace of him from your life.
Bruce Wayne x New-To-Gotham!Reader MASTERLIST
Reader is completely clueless about ALL the craziness going on in Gotham.
● Who? : reader's first encounter with the billionaire playboy
● The Man Bat Hybrid : Reader does not fear muggers. Muggers fear READER.
● A loyal dog : Bruce and reader meet again. Without spilling coffee this time.
[ ON GOING ]
Bruce Wayne x New-To-Gotham!Reader / Pt.3
Bruce and reader meet again. Without spilling coffee this time.
If there was one thing you missed about your old city, it was this
Normal people.
No bat-themed vigilantes.
No muggers every other Tuesday.
No billionaire coffee terrorists.
Just peace.
Simple, beautiful, boring peace.
Instead, you were standing in line at the same cafe again. “A spanish latte, please.” you mumbled when it was your turn.
You shuffled aside to wait. That's when the bell over the café door chimed. You did not notice how a hush fell over the entire place, not until you heard people next to you whisper.
“Oh my god, it’s him.”
You frowned.
Who is ‘him’?
Then a familiar voice behind you:
“Morning.”
Your spine stiffened.
No.
No way.
You turned slowly.
And there he was.
Tall. Stupidly handsome. Perfect coat.
Bruce.
Wayne.
Your eye twitched.
He blinked at you, surprised. “…oh.”
“Oh,” you echoed, flat as drywall.
He looked almost… cautious.
Like you were a feral cat he’d previously tried to pet and gotten mauled by.
“…hi,” he tried.
You stared.
“…hi,” he repeated, softer.
You took one slow sip of air through your nose.
" It’s you.”
The entire café went silent.
You actually heard someone drop a spoon.
Bruce actually looked offended.
“‘Oh. It’s you’?” he repeated.
“Yes.”
“That’s… harsh.”
“Are you here to terrorise me with my coffee again?”
“Will you keep holding that against me?” He asked.
“It was very traumatic.”
The barista looked like they were about to pass out from secondhand stress.
Bruce rubbed the back of his neck. “I did apologize.”
“You did.”
“And offered to replace it.”
“You did.”
“…and?”
“You still annoyed me.”
He stared at you like you’d gained another two heads.
“That’s it?” he asked. “That’s the crime?”
“You have an annoying aura.”
“…an aura.”
“Yes."
He blinked at your short answer. Then, waited for you to further explain.
You did not.
Bruce Wayne is very confused.
Bruce cleared his throat. “Can I buy you your coffee to make up for what happened?”
“No.”
“…no?”
“I said I was sorry.”
“I remember. Still no.”
Bruce opened his mouth to argue until he realized it was his turn.
As he went to order his coffee, you grabbed your phone to scroll through social media until your order was ready.
You were enjoying a video when you felt it-
All of a sudden you feel this agitating, grating presence.
Out of all the space in the café, he had to stand next to you.
You squinted at him. “Don’t you have… billionaire stuff to do?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Buy islands. Sleep during a meeting Whatever you rich people do for fun."
He huffed a laugh before he could stop himself.
It startled you, it was not the smooth playboy chuckle.
It was real. And warm.
Annoyingly nice.
You frowned harder.
Don’t humanize him. Don’t humanize him.
“So… you walk home late from work sometimes, right?”
You froze.
"How do you know that?”
“I don't,” he said too quickly. "I was asking you if you did."
Suspicious.
VERY suspicious.
Your eyes narrowed. “Are you stalking me?”
“What- no!”
“Because I've noticed a six-foot bat doing that already, I do NOT need a second one.”
Bruce choked. “A what?”
“A bat. Tall. Kitty ears. Zero social skills.”
“…you mean the batman?" he asked carefully.
“Him.”
“…you met him?”
“I threw a shoe at him.”
Bruce made a strangled coughing noise, “…you threw a shoe at Batman.”
“Yes.”
“…why?”
“Because he dropped from the sky like a demonic piñata!”
Bruce pressed his lips together so hard they disappeared.
His shoulders were shaking.
Was he-
Was he laughing?!
“You think this is funny?!” you demanded.
“No- no, I-” he turned away, coughing into his hand. “That’s very serious. Very dangerous. You shouldn’t assault vigilantes.”
“He started it.”
“He did not-”
"How would YOU know.”
Your named were called out. He grabbed yours and handed it to you, then grabbed his own.
You pointed at him. “Don’t encourage him either. You rich weirdos probably fund him or something.”
He paused mid-sip.
“…yeah,” he muttered. “Or something”
You rolled your eyes. “This city is ridiculous. First you. Then Bat Guy- sorry, Batman. What’s next, a man dressed like a clown?”
Bruce went quiet.
“…Gotham has a lot of themed criminals,” he said carefully.
“I’m moving again.”
“Fair.”
You pushed the door open and stepped outside, then glanced back at him.
“…don’t spill anything today.”
“…I’ll try my best.”
“And don’t flirt.”
“…wasn’t planning to.”
“And stop standing so close. It’s weird.”
“…okay.”
Very obedient.
Like a loyal dog, you thought to yourself.
You started walking away.
He watched you go.
For a moment, his expression softened- something fond, something amused.
Then Alfred’s voice crackled in his earpiece, “Master Bruce, is that the woman who yelled at you and threw footwear at Batman?”
“…yes.”
“And you’re smiling, sir.”
“…am not.”
“…you absolutely are.”
“…I'll be stuck in meetings all day. Let me know if something that requires urgent attention happens."
“Running away won’t fix your feelings, sir.”
“…goodbye, Alfred.”
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When I see a fic.. my eyes first look for the word count. (I read at night.. around bed time)
Why???
Because it will determine my read in real time.
Word count: 1-4k (reading it right now and can read many in one go)
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Word count: 10k+ (yea I am saving you... As I want to read you properly and will mostly read 1 as I don't wanna ruin it)