Notes: @the--blackdahlia came up with this amzaing idea!! I used it and ran lol They have written other wonderful Keaton!Bruce Wayne fluff for me here and here (and I forgot one!) here Thank you Moxie!! 😘
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Bruce’s car rolled to a stop in front of the manor gates. He leaned his head back on the head rest and loosened his tie as he waited for them to swing open. He was exhausted. A new group of Chinese investors were giving him hell. This was the third meeting with them this week that had dragged on into the night.
As he started down the driveway, practically in autopilot, he glanced at his watch. 930. Shit! Normally he'd be getting ready for patrol by now. He didn’t even bother to put the car in the garage in the back, opting instead to park it out front. He'd put it away in the morning.
Hurrying up the steps, he pushed the giant front door open. Wanting to practically drop on the floor, he set his briefcase down on the entry table and rubbed his temple.
His mind was almost cleared of the day when his self induced trance was interrupted by a high pitched scream. Y/N, he thought. His head snapped up and he looked around, trying to figure out which direction you were.
Again he heard you, this time yelling, “Nooo!”
Bruce took off as fast as he could manage, sliding a bit on the slick floor as he rounded a corner. He stood still in one of the multiple halls of the massive house, holding his breath so he could listen better. He could hear loud music but there it was again. Your scream was ear piercing even from the hall, but he could tell which door now you were behind.
Busting the door open, a blinding light radiated at him across a giant screen and music blasted. Bruce had run into the theater room without paying attention. Outlines of two figures could be seen sitting in the middle of the room, facing the movie they now were obviously watching. Bruce doubled over, putting his hands on his knees and tried to slow his heartbeat.
Standing back up after a few moments, Bruce was given cover to walk down the side of the sloping room unnoticed when the scene of the movie grew dark in color. He leaned back against the wall, looking at you two. Your eyes were glued to the screen, popcorn bowl in your cross-legged lap and a piece frozen in place between two of your fingers in front of your face. You were too entranced with the scene to eat it or put it back. Alfred was right next to you with a hand over his face. His fingers were just cracked enough that Bruce could see the reflection of his glasses and knew he was watching still. Shaking his head silently at the sight, he crossed his arms.
Catching movement out of the corner of your eye, you turned and saw a dark figure. At the same time, a ghoulish monster popped onto the screen again. This time the bowl went flying and popcorn rained down on you and Alfred as you scrunched up into the tightest ball possible, screaming the loudest you had ever screamed in your life. Bruce lunged forward just in time to catch the bowl before it beamed you in the head.
This time it was Bruce who was shouting.
“IT'S ME, Y/N!”
The movie was still blaring as you started to unravel and look up at Bruce's face between your arms that were currently covering your face and head. You took a breath and started searching the ground for the remote that had gone flying in the commotion. Finally spotting it you pushed pause, causing the room to suddenly go quiet.
Bruce ran his hands through his hair and held the back of his head while biting his lip, looking between a popcorn covered and scared, you and Alfred.
“I think that was quite enough excitement for one evening for this old man.” Alfred let go of clutching his chest and stood. “Master Wayne, I have leftovers for you in the fridge. Would you like me to reheat them for you, Sir?”
Bruce put his arms down and onto his hips as he blew out a puff of air.
“No no, Alfred. I’m probably going to wait until after I get back from patrol. Thank you though.”
“Very good, Sir. Goodnight to you both.”
“Night Alfred” Bruce casually said.
“Goodnight, Alfie” you said through a grin that was starting to spread across your face.
Bruce watched Alfred walk up and out of the room then turned his attention back to you. He raised one of his eyebrows as he crossed his arms again. You pinched your lips together and made your eyes big and innocent. He just raised his eyebrow even higher, which broke you. Your fit of giggles caused you to slump to the side of your chair. Bruce smiled while shaking his head and sat down next to you where Alfred had been and waited for you to breathe again.
“You could have killed him. What if Alfred had had a heart attack or something?” he looked over at you, amused.
“I swear, despite how it may have looked, he was actually having a good time. He is the one that suggested the movie in the first place!” Your eyes were again pleading for him to not think you’d put Alfred through a horrible ordeal on purpose. “Could you finish it with me though? I think it’s almost over.” You grabbed the remote and looked cheerfully at him.
With a slight grumble, Bruce situated himself better in the chair and took the remote from you. He raised the armrest and opened his arm to the side so you could cuddle up to him.
“No more screaming though” he said scoldingly.
“You don’t scream at horror movies? Nothing scares the big brave Batman?” He could feel your cheek against his shoulder as you smiled, teasing him.
Bruce held out the remote to play the movie again but hesitated.
“The thought of you being hurt is the only thing that truly scares me.”
You raised your head up and he lightly kissed your forehead. Then, turning back to the screen, he pushed play. You got the hint. He did have to get going soon. You settled back into him and didn’t really notice the last bit of the movie. You were too busy thinking about how grateful you were to be in your own private hero's arms.
for a non buff and beefy Bruce Wayne. For a Bruce that is awkward as hell in his own skin. Who is 40 and getting too old for this shit. Who's needing to figure things out in the near future. Who still goes to the office and tries to look good behind a desk but has blood shot eyes and a busted lip because he doesn't heal as fast as he used to. 😩🙏
Batman had his fair share of foes, but none like the femme fatale feline known as Catwoman, who had silently snuck up behind you and tapped your shoulder with her claw. “Hey, kitten,” she purred, knowing she’d startle you, “be a dear and give the big guy a message for me?” You spun around and readied your weapon, which made her chuckle. “And what are you gonna do with that?”
“I’m bringing you in, Catwoman.” You warned her, but she looked calm as could be.
“Yeah…right. Anyways, tell Batman to meet me here at midnight. Just him and I.” She passed you a note with a bright red lipstick mark on it, and a doodle of a cat to avoid any confusion. “I know I can count on you.” Selina practically taunted, petting your head quickly before flipping off the edge of the rooftop before you could even attempt to apprehend her. What a bust.
“Weird lady…hope Batman doesn’t ask any questions. Who am I kidding, of course he will.” You spoke to yourself, dragging your feet along the snowy ground and off to find Batman.
