#dc bruce wayne

[silvaaart]

Bruce Wayne's chin is so similar to Batman's it's unbelievable

[shrimpsoupthedrawer]

I lied, I was the one being cooked not the w.i.p. 😔

Anw

Bruce Wayne the prince of Gotham, could he be related to Batman, the dark night of Gotham?

Other versions cause I can't decide which I like:

Anyway to me he's palest pale man with a bit of freckles and easily reddened face and lips, and lotss of beauty marks and hooked nose and long lashes and thick bat brows and fluffy lush jet black hair—

[dontyouworrydaddy]

can i request a fic with bruce x batmom!reader who has healing powers and heals him and the boys with a simple touch but bruce insists on being healed via kisses?

im sucker for bruce and batmom being disgustingly in love and the rest of the batfam has to endure it even though their happy about it

thank you regardless if you write it or not 💛

Soft to the touch Kiss

Bruce Wayne x batmom!Reader

warning: fluff, injuries, established relationship (married), this is so cheesy omg

A/N: AHHH WTHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy reading this <33

You had curled up on the couch with a book several hours ago, trying to read a few chapters before bed, but somewhere along the way your attention had drifted. The words blurred together as your gaze repeatedly found its way to the grandfather clock in the corner.

Bruce was late. Late enough that the familiar knot of concern to begin to settle in your chest.

You knew better than anyone that Gotham was unpredictable. You knew that patrols ran long, missions get complicated and criminals had a unique talent for creating problems at the worst possible moments. Even so, after years of marriage, you could never completely silence the part of yourself that worried whenever Bruce was out there. Healing powers or not, your gift only worked when he came home and when you touched him. Your powers were no use when he was in a dark alley bleeding out.

A moment later, voices drifted through the hall. Damian was the first person you heard. He was informing everyone that they were all incompetent. In other words, everyone had survived. Relief washed through you so quickly that you nearly laughed.

You set your book aside and stood just as everyone entered the room.

They all looked exactly how you expected. Dick had a bruise forming near his jaw. Jason was favoring one shoulder. Tim had a split lip and looked like he’d consumed enough caffeine to medically qualify as a power source. Damian had a small cut above one eyebrow that he was pretending didn’t exist. Duke had a little cut sitting beneath his eyebrow. Steph had a bloody nose.

But your attention immediately landed on Bruce. Because unlike the others, he wasn’t looking at you. That alone was suspicious.

Every patrol usually ended the same way. Bruce came home, found you within five minutes and kissed you as if he’d been gone for months rather than a few hours.

Tonight he was actively avoiding eye contact. You narrowed your eyes at him and Bruce immediately noticed your suspicion.

“Ohoh. Bruce is done for.” Dick muttered.

“What happened?” You pointed at Bruce, demanding an answer.

“Nothing happened.” Bruce replied. Jason snorted so hard he nearly choked. Something definitely happened.

You folded your arms across your chest and stared at your husband. The years had taught you every tiny tell Bruce possessed. Most people believed Batman to be unreadable, but those people were not married to him. They didn’t know the shift in his posture whenever he was hiding an injury. They didn’t know the tiny tightening around his eyes when he was in pain. They didn’t know the particular tone of voice he used when he was trying and usually failing to keep you from worrying.

“Bruce.”

“What?” His jaw tightened.

“Take off the jacket.”

Immediately Dick covered his face with both hands. Damian sighed the long suffering sigh of a child forced to witness the adults being ridiculous.

“No.” Bruce answered. Bruce Wayne had just told you no?? Bruce never says no to you so this is a first time. This means he is definitely hiding something underneath the jacket.

“Bruce Wayne!” The use of his full name should have been a warning. Instead, your husband actually had the audacity to look amused.

“You only use my full name when you’re upset.”

“I’m about to become more upset if you don’t take off your jacket, now!”

“Hey, sweetheart. Not in front of the kids.” The whole room erupted in a chaos after this sentence left his lips. Jason immediately pulled out his phone because he knew you won’t give up that easily.

“Are you recording this?” Dick pointed at him.

“Absolutely.” Jason replied.

“Send it to me later.”

“Children, please.” Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose.

“We’re adults, old man.” Jason replied.

“You are recording an argument.” Bruce argues but to no avail.

“Exactly.” Jason replied while still recording everything that is currently happening.

You ignored them and stepped closer to Bruce. The moment you entered his personal space, his entire posture changed. No matter what mood he was in, no matter what was happening around him, he always relaxed when you were near. One of his hands settled automatically on your waist, thumb brushing lightly against your side in a gesture so familiar neither of you consciously noticed it anymore.

That tiny display of affection only made your suspicion grow. Because if Bruce was trying to distract you with physical affection, the injury was worse than he wanted you to know.

“Bruce, sweetheart, what happened?” Your voice softened. For a moment he simply looked at you with concern written all over his face. But he wasn’t concerned about himself. No, he was concerned because he hated worrying you.

“It looks worse than it is.” That was not the reassurance he seemed to think it was.

“Jacket.” You held out your hand. Bruce let out a sigh but this time he obeyed. Beneath the jacket, dark red stains soaked through the side of his shirt.

Your heart dropped. It had obviously hurt but he spent the entire drive home pretending otherwise.

“Babyy.” His expression immediately softened after your voice got softer.

“I’m fine my love. I promise you.”

“You are bleeding through your shirt.”

“Just a little.”

“A little?” The kids collectively backed away. Experience had taught them that your calm voice was significantly more dangerous than yelling.

You carefully lifted the edge of his shirt. The wound stretched across his ribs, deep enough that any normal person would have needed stitches. But luckily, you can just heal him and the whole batfam with your touch. You were their biggest blessing.

Your fingers brushed the skin around the wound. Immediately his shoulders relaxed. It wasn’t because of your healing, in fact, you haven’t even started yet. But he relaxed because you were touching him.

“You really thought you could hide this from me? I thought you knew me better than this mh?”

“A man can only hope.” A faint smile touched his lips.

“You should know that I will always know when something is wrong with you..”

“I do know.” The smile grew too wide.

“So I knew I’d eventually get caught.” You stared at him for a moment before shaking your head fondly. As your powers did the healing, the injury began disappearing almost instantly, the damaged tissue repairing itself as if the wound had never existed. Even after all these years, Bruce and the kids still found your powers comforting.

The cut vanished completely. The pain was now disappearing and the only thing left behind was a completely healthy skin. No scar left behind or whatsoever

“There.” you said softly. “Wasn’t so bad, mh?”

Bruce looked down before focusing his gaze back on you again. Then, to the absolute horror of every child in the room, he tilted his head slightly. Like he expected a kiss.

You immediately recognized that expression. Unfortunately so did everyone else.

“No oh please no!” Damian said.

“Uhh I think I forgot something outside.” Tim groaned and tiptoed his way out.

“Don’t do it!!” Jason begged.

“YESSSS PLEASE!!!” Steph cheered, jumping up and down. Dick looked seconds away from crying from laughter and Duke was just smiling, happy to see you and Bruce so in love.

“Seriously?” You stared at Bruce. His expression remained perfectly innocent. The fact that it wasn’t innocent at all only made it worse.

“What? I am still very much hurt.”

“The injury is healed, Bruce. Don’t lie now.”

“Is it? I could swear I feel something very sharp somewhere…”

“Bruce.”

He stepped closer, his hands settling comfortably at your waist. The movement was so natural that it was obvious he’d done it thousands of times before.

His eyes softened.

“Okay. But there might be lingering emotional trauma.”

Dick immediately closed Damian’s eyes causing Damian to yell at him. “Don’t look Damian. You’re still a child!!”

You couldn’t stop your laugh. The sound immediately made Bruce smile. And just like always, seeing it made your heart ache with affection.

“You are actually impossible, have I ever told you that?” you told him.

“I’ve been told. A few times, actually.” Then, because you loved him far too much to deny him something so simple, you reached up and pressed a kiss against his lips. Bruce immediately melted into the kiss. The most intimidating man actually relaxed into the kiss.

“Damian you will be very thankful grayson is covering your eyes. This is ridiculous as hell.” Jason said before disappearing.

“SOOOO Cute!!!!” Steph jumps into the arms of Cass because of happiness.

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Batfam x Neglected!Spouce!Reader

CW: Cheating

— Bruce married you a bit late into Jason’s career as Robin.

— You had just barely finished their bachelor’s degree, when their parents proposed the idea of an arrangement to strengthen business ties with Wayne entrepreneurs.

— After all, how was bisexual bimbo Brucie supposed to say no to a cute little thing like you.

— You understand what type of a man Bruce Wayne was. He had a reputation to uphold, and you were fine with him adding some more notches to his bedpost during the duration of this marriage.

— Bruce felt bad but was grateful for you understanding this was a marriage of convenience.

— You took care of Jason, grew closer to him, baked him chocolate chip cookies… they were always his favorite.

— Then came the hardest day of your life… Having to bury him. Bruce wouldn’t tell you what happened… a tragic accident he called it.

— ironically, a death in the family lead to you finally meeting your other stepson Dick Grayson. He was polite, and sweet enough… be he didn’t stick around.

— You started to take up self defense classes after that. Jason always begged you to when he was alive… it felt like a good way to honor him.

— Years pass and eventually Tim moves in… and so does Stephanie.

— Both of the young teens seem to avoid you when they can. You supposed it was only fair… they just had a bombshell dropped on them that Bruce Wayne was going to be their new father. You figured giving them time to adjust was the right decision.

— You finally get to meet Barbara Gordon one day at an award Ceremony Gotham University was holding. She was brilliant; utterly witty and confident. But at the same time she seemed to stare right through you.

— You knew what she was thinking, what they were all thinking. “This one is a phase.” You couldn’t blame them. You thought so too.

— It was that time of year again…

— Every year you made cookies… Jason’s birthday, his adoption anniversary, his death… every single important anniversary you made a fresh plate of Chocolate chip cookies and set them out on the counter. By morning they were gone… courtesy of Alfred.

— He enjoyed your presence but he found it tedious that you would waste food like this!

— Eventually something big happens

— Bruce is just… gone one day. No note, no phone call, no voicemail. Nothing! Just… vanished from the face of the earth for months!

— And with him gone… so too did Tim and Stephanie leave.

— Something about roaming the halls of that empty mansion left a bad taste in your mouth. This wasn’t your home. This was the Waynes home. And no matter what your marriage certificate said… you weren’t a Wayne… everyone made that perfectly clear.

— You took up painting in the time Bruce was gone.

— Might as well immortalize the family you inherited this Mansion from. It was easy enough to find photos of everyone online.

— It was a tad harder to hanging above the stairway in the great Hall.

— and they’re it was again… Jason’s Birthday.

— Alfred has been out taking care of Tim and Stephanie as they live downtown in Bruce’s old penthouse…

— maybe this time you’d actually be able to properly honor your son.

— and the cookies are still there by morning you got out of a sigh of relief.

— and that side turns into laughter.

— and that laughter turns into sobbing.

— eventually, everything changes again. Bruce comes home and he brings the entire family back with him. Dick moves and Tim and Stephanie move back in. Even Barbara and a new girl named Cassandra Cain move in.

— The home feels like we were than ever!

— so why does it feel like you’re planting even more into the background?

— most of the time they forget you’re even there.

— christmases and birthdays are usually filled with laughter and joy and cheer. The Waynes go all out and celebrating each other and filling the home with laughter and love…

— yours are filled with gift cards and awkward, exchanging of pleasantries.

— you might, as will be an ornamental lamp.

— and then Damien shows up.

— you try your absolute best to be nice. I didn’t really bother you that Bruce had an affair. You encouraged him to the beginning of your “marriage”. Damien’s existence wasn’t a problem. His attitude on the other hand…

— most people know Damien Wayne is a brat.

— he’s constantly mouthing off to his siblings, he’s constantly fighting with his father, he’s constantly sassing anybody who will give him five seconds of attention.

— but you get it the worst. It feels like he goes out of his way to annoy you and to try to pick a fight with you. He sees you as the evil stepmother before you even have a chance to get to know him. Part of him blames you, for being in the way of his mother and father being together. They were in love, but because of you, they had to go their separate ways.

— to him you’re just a Normie.

— a no good nobody who doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as the Waynes. Sure you’ve lived in this house long before his parents even met, but that didn’t matter to him. His mother was a purebred, you’re just a mutt. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, deadly, cunning. She’s Bruce’s perfect match. You’re nothing special to him.

— and he lets you know every single time that you see each other that you will never compare to his mother. You will never replace his mother! You will never be his mother…

— The arrogant little-…

— it’s fine. You just have to survive six more years of this and then he’ll go off to college and you’ll never have to see him again.

— it’s the anniversary of Jason’s death…

— The hardest day of your life… The day you were forced to bury your son you. The only son you’ve ever known, the only family ever known in this hell hole since your parents sold you off.

— and what do you find the next morning?

— Him…

— Damian Wayne eating Jason’s cookies.

— You screamed.

— you snatched the plate away from him, and started screaming at him that he was a demon, a monster! How could he destroy your memorial to your beloved son?!

— Bruce comes in and separates the two of you.

— he screams at you, not to yell at his son.

— You fire back that he’s forgotten Jason. That if he remembered Jason, he would remember how hard his death hit you… and how much these cookies meant to you, and how much this memorial meant to you.

— in the 15 years since Jason’s death, not important date of his has gone by where you haven’t honored him in this way.

— if Bruce hadn’t forgot Jason, then how could he have not told Damien what these cookies meant

— it was all you had left of your son, and now there’s a demon has ruined it. And Bruce is letting him.

— after that, you spent months locked in your room. Bruce tried to smooth things over. He sent you gifts, he sent you money, he even made a Damien apologize. Nothing is enough

— and then, one day you suddenly started coming out of your room again.

— you look brighter than you had been in over a decade and a half.

— and you’re still baking those damn cookies.

— only this time you’re baking them on a weekly basis. You leave the cookies out on the doorstep of the service entrance on Sunday night and by Monday morning the plate is empty.

— Bruce felt bad.

— Of course he felt bad! He feel like he pushed you into a psychosis! You miss Jason so much that you’re trying to relive the past like he’s still here.

— and then one night… Bruce sees him again. Jason has come back as the red hood persona. He wants to tell you so badly. He knows how much you miss him, but that would compromise his secret identity as the Batman.

— he lets this guilt fester for months.

— and then, on Sunday evening, he sees you baking cookies again.

— you turned to him and grandmother smile.

— it makes him feel so guilty.

— You tell him that you can’t talk now Jason’s gonna be here any minute after he’s done with his red hood business.

— that made him pause. His heart stopped for a moment. You couldn’t possibly know that. Jason wouldn’t be that stupid to tell you about everything. Right?

— he gripped by the shoulder and turns you around. He needed to know…

“How much do you know?”

[bat1nsignia]

full name-- bruce wayne x reader (drabble!)

mentions: idk what this is and yes the full name, not specified why reader is mad so use ur imagination lol

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it was quiet in the batcave, besides the occasional hum from the monitors that surrounded the place. and tonight? it was a full house

by full house, i mean the cave is packed with every bat family member. from dick to duke, everyone was present and accounted for. and the reason for their presence? all of them were originally working on different cases before realizing they were all linked in one and that the fate of gotham was at risk— once again

everyone was silent, all of them were razored focus on their tasks— some intensely thinking, others typing in their wrist monitors or focused on the case file in their hands— its as if a pin dropped, it would have been heard and echoed but instead of a pin dropping, there were footsteps heard from the stairs of the batcave. and anyone could tell that whoever was walking down the stairs was someone who was angry. but the group of vigilantes were so focused on their work, they didn’t turn to pay attention as to who the footsteps belonged to and angry you were, indeed. “bruce-“ you spoke low from the stairs as you took one step. “—thomas—“ and another. “—wayne” and the last step of the staircase before crossing your arms and glaring at your husband at the computer

the sudden summon of bruce with his full name and your tone needed no explanation. without a second thought, everyone took their weapons and evidence from their cases and started to walk back up the manor. some gave bruce a ‘good-luck’ look, others gave him a confused ‘what-did-you-do-now?’ look, and damian just clicked his tongue with a shake of disappointment from his head, just knowing how fucked his father really was

the moment he heard his full name being called out from your voice, bruce’s 4-hour concentration snapped, his eyes slightly widened at the computer and thoughts immediately circling around as to what the hell did he do to cause you to sound like that, let alone call out his full name? bruce just cleared his throat and turned to look at you with a calm look that hid the small surge of nervousness he had in his body. villains were one thing, you were another. “yes, sweetheart?”

you just grumble and narrow your eyes at him even more, almost making him flinch. yeah, this man was cooked

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(a/n: thought of this in the middle of the night when i couldn't sleep)

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[supine-ly]

Natural selection at its finest

[reducingemissions]

Lowkey crazy that clark would die too a lil bit after this

[waynedoll]

You perch on Bruce’s lap in the middle of the night humming an unknown tune, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as Bruce rubs slow circles on your back. His head rests in the crook of your neck, breathing smooth and calm, as if he isn’t fighting the bone-deep exhaustion he desperately needs to give in to.

“Baby, should we sleep now? I’m getting sleepy waiting for your little shopping time,” he murmurs. His hand stills on your back before he lifts his head from your neck, cupping your cheeks gently and tugging your attention away from your phone.

You pout. “I didn’t get what I want yet, Brucey.” With an exaggerated sigh, you fall against him dramatically, one hand on your chest to add to the act—anything to lure him into spending more time with you after patrol. “Still got lots to think about. What to buy. It’s stressing me out.”

“Sweetheart…” Bruce sighs, brows furrowing, lips pressed into a thin line as his body sinks into the leather chair. “I just got home from patrolling… cut me some slack, please, baby. I… really need rest this time.”

That’s new. Bruce is never this desperate for rest, at least not with you. He usually despises stopping even for a moment. After patrol he’d normally head straight down to the Batcave, analyzing Wayne Enterprises data or scanning for new Gotham crime patterns. But now… his eyes are already half-lidded, lips forming that soft pout he gets when he wants attention. His face leans into your small palm before his eyes flutter shut, his body going slack.

That’s when you know—you better be a good girl and not mess with his mood.

So you mumble an “okay,” slipping off his lap. He groans at the loss of warmth, but you quickly grab his hand, pulling him up from the chair and guiding him toward the bed. You push him gently by the shoulders, and he blinks at you in confusion.

“What is this about…? Are you mad at me, baby?”

You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you help him lie down properly, adjusting the pillow under his head before settling beside him with a tired huff. You slide one arm under his chest, the other around his torso, your chin tucked on top of his head.

That’s when he realizes—

“Am I the little spoon today?” he murmurs, amused at your attempt to be the big spoon, even though your arms barely reach halfway around him.

You mumble sleepily, “Yeah… wanna be the big spoon even though I’m clearly the princess one here. But that’s okay. Wanna spoil my man tonight.”

A small smile tugs at his lips, his heartbeat quickening as he feels your hands patting his back—the same way he always does when you fall asleep. You press a soft kiss to his forehead before murmuring a good night.

Bruce’s eyes soften in the dark. He leans in, resting his weight against your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he whispers back, “I love you, baby.”

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