#rbatz x reader

[buckyodinson]

Wipe It Away

Bruce Wayne x gn!Reader

Summary: tiny little drabble of your little routine for when Bruce comes back after a night as the caped crusader

Word count: 600~

Warnings : rbatz (this man should be a warning just by himself tbh), mentions of a minor injury, mentions of drinking, mostly just fluff

A/N: I kinda just dropped off the face of the planet for a hot minute. Work has been tough and I’ve had no motivation to do anything until I saw this emo bat boy and he’s been stuck in my head all week

Bruce always told you not to wait up for him while he was out at night. But you found yourself unable to sleep until he returned, so you’d busy yourself with other things. Some nights it was watching movies, some were spent reading. Others were spent doing crafty things to keep your hands and mind busy. And occasionally you and Alfred would have a night of drinking and chatting.

Whenever your heard the familiar rumble of his bike or car, you felt yourself let out a sigh of relief. Some nights were spent pacing when he’d been gone much longer than usual, and you always felt the biggest weight lifted off your shoulders upon his return.

Tonight was no different. The sun had just begun to creep over the horizon when he finally got back home. He found you sat in bed reading a book and fidgeting with your bookmark. Despite your smile, you looked exhausted and you could see the guilt dripping off him at keeping you up all night.

He’d already taken off the batsuit before coming up to the bedroom, so he was now stood before you in a ratty shirt and sweatpants. A far cry from the intimidating stature he prowled the streets of Gotham with. Your Bruce was stood in front of you now. Not the ‘Prince of Gotham’ - he’d always hated that moniker. Not the Batman. He wanted to keep that away from you as much as possible. The real Bruce Wayne stood before you, in all his beautifully awkward glory. And you loved him.

He perched himself next to you, allowing you to complete your usual routine upon him coming home. You pull out the box from under the bed and set to work, his skin still cool from the elements of the night as you lightly grip his chin to move his face around and check for damage. No matter the time of year, Gotham’s air always has a chilling bite to it. He tilts his head further to let you wipe at a cut on his jaw, a small smile curling onto his lips as you place a gentle kiss next to the cut when you’re done.

It seems like such a simple thing, and silly really, but he takes great comfort in you wiping the black paint off of his eyes when he gets home. Once you’re happy that any injuries are dealt with, he closes his eyes and relaxes as you wipe the darkness away. Wipe the evidence of the night away. Allow him to leave the night behind and enjoy the now with you. You always press a kiss between his eyebrows to signify you’re done, and it never fails to make him blush.

You’ve done it hundreds of times, and yet it still gets the same reaction. There’s something so tender about the whole affair and somehow Bruce loves you more and more every single night once you’re done.

“Thank you.” He murmur as he leans forward to catch your lips.

You kiss him back languidly, smiling into the kiss when you reach up to tenderly hold his cheek and feel his skin has warmed up. From the warmth of the bedroom or from the adorable blush painting his cheeks, you’re not quite sure but you welcome the warmth regardless.

You pull back and run your thumb over his cheekbone, “You don’t have to thank me every time. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

“Too bad. I’m not gonna stop.” He simply smirks as he crawls around the bed and lays down, opening his arms for you to crawl into his side. You quickly dive under the covers too and cuddle up to him.

“Night, Bruce.” You steal one more kiss before tucking your head into his neck.

“Good night, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head and pulls you in tight, drawing absentminded patterns against your back as you drift off. His mind finally calms down and he soon follows you into a peaceful night’s sleep.

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If you made it this far, thanks for reading and indulging my little Bruce fantasy 🥰

And if you wanna send some Bruce ideas 👀 can’t promise anything, but I can certainly see myself writing a few more little drabbles like this if I get inspiration…

[buckyodinson]

The Little Things

Bruce Wayne x gn!Reader

Summary: Bruce is needed for an opening event and you help him get ready

Word count: 800~

Warnings: sweetness, soft bruce, not really a warning considering it’s Bruce but orphans/orphanage

A/N: I’m down bad for this little goth man at the moment, and this happened, kinda self indulgence cause I’m an adult (barely) who often finds myself hanging out at the kids table at family gatherings and stuff, and I can kinda see Bruce being the same lmao 🤣

Bruce opens his eyes groggily and is met by the bright light of his bedroom and the smell of coffee. He hears your soft humming which makes him peer out from under the bedsheets.

“Morning, sunshine!” You beam as you take in his squinted eyes and wildly tousled hair. And if the sunlight wasn’t assaulting his eyes he probably would’ve beamed right back at you. Alas, he was certainly suffering in the brightness of the morning.

Though he couldn’t help the small smile that made its way into his lips as he noticed the pair of sunglasses you’d placed on his bedside table along with his coffee.

“Thank you” he hums and takes a sip, sighing as he slips the shades on. You chuckle at the look and draw the blinds a little so the room isn’t as bright. Bruce laying in bed wearing shades has always been an endearing sight to you.

“What’s the occasion?” He grumbles and carries on drinking as you walk into the closet and potter about.

“The orphanage is opening today. They want you to cut the ribbon, remember?” You shout but you’re still somehow quiet as you do so, trying not to overwhelm Bruce after yet another night of the darkness and nonstop noise of Gotham.

“Right.” He mumbles as he downs the last of his coffee and shuffles to have a shower.

When he emerges and stands in the doorway of the walk-in closet running a towel through his hair, he’s met with the sight of you holding up various suits next to the outfit you’re wearing to the opening, and he smiles at the domesticity of the act.

He gives a satisfied hum as you hold up a grey shirt, “I think that one would look best.”

You turn and smile, handing it to him, “Me too.”

He starts to get dressed, feeling a hand on his arm as he’s about to pull his suit jacket on, “Go with something softer. More homely. Less harsh.”

You turn back to rifle through his clothes and pick out a button-up sweater, holding it up with a questioning face.

He nods, smiling softly as he takes it from you, pulling it on and buttoning it up. He holds his arms out to his side and does a little spin around, and you give him the once over.

“Perfect.” You smile as he comes to face you again. He stalks forward, pulling you into his arms and holding you tight before letting you go as you both finish getting ready.

Bruce didn’t want a big fuss made about him funding the Gotham Orphanage, but the orphanage staff practically begged him to be there for the opening. They wanted to make a whole big speech about him and his generosity, but he’d managed to whittle it down to simply cutting the ribbon and they caved.

He had his photos taken cutting the ribbon and he made pleasantries with those he needed to, but once he’d done all that he found himself gravitating towards the children who would be living there as they explored around the building for the first time.

Your heart soared when you wandered around and found him sat on the floor in the small library, surrounded by a gaggle of children as he read them a story. He looked adorably awkward as one of the children sidled up next to him and rested their head against his arm.

Once all of the other big names of Gotham had left and the paparazzi had followed, it was just you and Bruce left with all the children and orphanage staff. You say your goodbyes and start to walk over to the car where Alfred is waiting.

“Thank you.” He mumbled as he leaned over to kiss the side of your head.

“For what?”

“For all of this.” He gestures back at the orphanage.

“What do you mean? You did this.” You smile curiously.

“Sure it was my money, but you’re the one who convinced me to do it. You’re the one who got it all figured out.” He looked down at you like you had been crafted by the gods.

You look back at him just the same, “But you had the biggest impact. The looks on those kids faces as you read to them said everything.”

“Let’s call it a team effort then.” He smirked as he opened the car door for you.

“Fine.” You huffed a laugh.

Bruce walked around and got in next to you, reaching across for your hand once he’d closed the door and put his seatbelt on. You drove back to the manor in comfortable silence, smiling to yourself at the thought of Bruce and all those children.