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cerealboxlore · 9 months

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you know those posts where cap’s seen as a dad figure? what if one of the reasons why the other superheroes think that way is because when league members bring up there kids or need cap to cover for them when their kids need them cap is just super understanding, empathetic and gets oddly proud of them for being with there for their kids

the actual reason why he’s like that is because billy just really values those things as an orphan and is proud to work with such great people

Whenever someone mentions or even breathes the implication of Cap being mistaken as a dad or seen as a father figure, I lose my marbles, because, oh cheese and crackers, I just can't express enough how much I adore this headcanon! I'm doin' a little happy dance :D

Billy Batson is someone who has always yearned and wished to be a part of a family again since his experience was cut short due to tragedy and made sour thanks to his uncle Ebeneezer being crusty dusty, so it's easy to see him respecting those who appreciate the family they have. He had to grow up and mature far faster than any kid his age, and compared to most adults, Billy is actually more mature and responsible than they are, unfortunately. It's reasonable to see that this would be reflected in Captain Marvel; someone who's immature at times, but ultimately a good-natured person with a golden heart and good intentions, who others can depend on anytime and anywhere (much to the sacrifice of his personal life).

Billy has been in enough foster homes at a young age to know the difference between a good parent and a rotten one, so seeing members of the league prioritize their family members and kids would make him really happy. He's the type to take on any shift or mission in the place of another member if they had something important to do with their family. What you said about him being very proud and empathetic towards parents in the league made me realize that Billy would have loved to have parents like them had his own not perished. In a way, he's not just proud of them, but a little bit envious.

This also brings up another headcanon of mine, where Captain Marvel is the unofficial designated babysitter of the league when emergencies come up. Because despite not knowing who he is/his secret identity, people trust him enough to let him know theirs. Like, it all starts with the Captain in the watchtower break room drinking apple juice, and is suddenly bombarded with a group of children or sidekicks being thrown at him by the other heroes, saying that the Captain was in charge while they were away before teleporting away.

All these kids and teenagers that he suddenly has to help look after, and while Captain Marvel is calm on the outside, Billy Batson is freaking out on the inside. Some of those kids are older than he is, and there's some hilarity to it. Shenanigans ensue in the Captain Marvel: Adventures in Babysitting day, but it all turns out okay in the end. As a kid, Billy would know how to talk to them and keep them busy with fun/educational stuff. Might even teach them a thing or two about good morals, manners, archeology, or ancient magic stuff.

I imagine some of those kids would want to be babysat by him again, and Billy would welcome it (with warning ahead of time). Captain Marvel is just someone people like being around with his good dad vibes. Some of them even ask if he has kids of his own, but are met with an empty room immediately as the man zooms off whenever people ask him questions about family.

Gosh I went rambling again, but I loved this ask!

#this was such a lovely ask #tysm for the ask!#billy batson #dc captain marvel #shazam #justice league #cap is a good dad figure #imagine before batman knows captain marvel is really just billy he asks him to babysit damian and jon while he and superman go on a mission #Now that is a fic i want to write #the chaos #the fun #the angst when billy wants to be their friend but has to be the adult first #this kid can hold so much power and responsibility on his shoulders #So sorry I havent answered this one in forever!#stuck in my drafts for a while #ask me anything anytime!#I love answering asks!#sorry if there's any spelling errors

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in-som-niyah · 2 months

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soft!oblivious!Jason Todd x fem!reader on her period

a/n: hey besties guess whos on the bathroom floor again haha its me!!!!! endo is trying to murder me but guess what jason's here to make it all better!!! this is entirely self-indulgent btw i wrote this to make myself feel better and to take my mind off the urge to rip my uterus out with my bare hands🫶🏾🎀🌸💝✨💖💗💕

Warnings: reader vomits, reader has a period, reader is in fucking pain, jason todd speaks spanish, reader is weakned, jason todd is a beautiful husband fuck you i said what i said

Note: reader and jason have a system where jason asks the reader what her pain is on a scale from 1-10 (10 being highest)

Jason's key turns in the lock of your shared apartment in Gotham.

To his surprise, the place is dark and lifeless. Upon checking his watch, which read 6:45pm, he noticed the peculiarity of the scene before him.

Usually, you would have started dinner by now, had some sexy 90's R&B playing (which you unashamedly sung along to) and would have greeted him babbling excitedly about what your colleagues thought about your new hairstyle.

But nope, there was nothing.

Though Jason was concerned, he tried to pass it off as a weird occurrence, until he heard a faint retch coming from the other side of the apartment.

Immediately, he parked whatever he was doing and came rushing (sprinting) to you, desperately needing to make sure you're okay.

When he found you in the bathroom hovering over the toilet, the sight clawed a hole in his chest.

You were gripping the edges of the toilet with shaky hands, trying to steady your unstable and shaking body. Your braids were tied back too tight, definitely causing you an uncomfortable and unnecessary headache.

Carefully, Jason stepped in the bathroom and lowered himself to you. He loosened your hair and re-tied it in a more comfortable way and kissed the top of your head.

In your dazed state, you barely recognized his lithe fingers in your hair, too exhausted physically and mentally to focus on anything other than the searing pain in your abdomen.

Finally empty, you reach to flush the toilet when a much bigger, scarred hand takes yours and kisses the back of it before flushing for you.

At this, you look up at him with bleary, tearful and irritated eyes, clearly indicative that you've been feeling like this for a while.

Jason's heart cracks.

Before either of you could speak, Jason pressed his forehead to yours and instructed you to steady your breathing. His hands expertly maneuver you to sit on your bum in front of him; this was not his first rodeo.

Jason was familiar with your illness, and what that meant for you sometimes. With practise, he was attuned to your needs and catered to them willingly. But still, his heart broke a little more every time he saw your body fold in on itself in pain.

When your breathing calmed he kissed your forehead just before another cramp seized your body, and your face crumpled in pain.

"Shit- You're okay sweetheart c'mere. Remember to breathe okay? In. Out."

You nodded lightly as you pushed yourself to move into his lap, the action only making your muscles strain but you were so desperate to feel his warmth you did it anyway.

As you continued to breathe Jason wrapped his strong arms around you and held you to his body, his hands came up to gently rub your lower back where he knew you were hurting.

"What's your number this time, amorcita." Jason asked in a tender voice, as to not upset your headache.

Through sniffles and shakes, you reluctantly surface your buried head from his chest to answer him.

"It was an 8 all day today..." you started, still in pain but able to speak.

"I took the painkillers too late, and they didn't work in time. I'm sorr-"

You're interrupted by Jason pulling you back into him. He would sooner take your pain than hear you apologize for a painful experience you couldn't control.

"Shhhh no sorries, princessa. You know that." He spoke into your hair.

Soon, the wave of pain settled, and you were granted a limited amount of small relief.

"I-I think I should move to the bed now. I don't know how much I have until the next one" you mumbled into his chest.

Through a positive rumble in his chest he agreed, and began to carefully untangle himself from you.

"Can you stand?" Jason asks, his eyes conveying sincerity.

You looked to the floor shook your head in shame. You couldn't believe you had to rely on Jason to help you so much.

"I'm gonna pick you up okay baby?" He says, but his eyes ask for your permission.

Upon granting it, he slips his arms under your body and lifts like you weigh nothing. He carefully walks to the bed, taking extra care in making sure he doesn't hit your head or legs on walls or doorways.

Once at your bedside, he places you down gently and presses a set of kisses to your nose, cheek and forehead. It is then when he notices how frigid your skin is, which worries him. But first, he needs more information.

"How long ago did you take the painkillers, mi vida?" He begins as he crouches to reach your eye level.

With an exasperated sigh, you close your eyes and shrug. Truly you had no idea how long it has been since you've been in such pain, much less since you've taken your last round of painkillers.

Jason returns your sigh, but with one of sadness as he reaches out his hand to absentmindedly rub your sore hips. Remembering your small remedies that help the pain, he stands and begins out the room.

Suddenly your hand grasp his ring and pinky, and he turns to face you again.

You look up at him with tears on your cheeks, silently begging him to stay.

At this, he leans down and captures your lips softly, silently letting you know that he would never do anything you wouldn't want him to.

With your hand still grasping his, he brings your hand to his lips to kiss, before breaking the silence.

"'Tell you what, amorcita. I'm gonna go get you your heating pad and boil some raspberry leaf tea, then i'll climb into bed with you and i'll rub your back as you fall asleep. But you gotta let go of me so I can do it, bien?"

Reluctantly, you took his offer and released his hand before he left a soothing kiss to your hairline and took off.

While he was gone, your were desperately breathing through another wave, trying not to scream or cry out. The pain continued to ebb and flow, but it was pain nonetheless.

When Jason returned with the tea, hot water bottle and a little square of dark chocolate he found you almost asleep, knees up to your chest while clutching your abdomen. He knew you well enough to know that your back is not enjoying the position at all.

He placed the tea and chocolate on your nightstand and carefully took his spot behind you. You slightly woke up at his shifting, but upon Jason's placement of the hot water bottle to your aching abdomen, you relaxed.

Jason breathed a silent breath of gratitude that you're able to rest easier than you were before now that you're comfortable. He moved himself closer to your body, firmly but delicately wrapping his arms around you and stretching out your aching back.

You appreciated this, the pressure releasing on your back and the soothing warmth of your hot water bottle contributing to easing your pains.

Jason retracted one of his arms from your waist in favour of rubbing your sore lower back. A sleepy hum of appreciation followed his ministrations just before you spoke.

"Jason?" you mumbled into your pillow

"Querida?" he replied, semi alert

"Thank you" you finish as you let yourself drift into a light and more comfortable sleep.

A peck to the back of your head is his response.

Jason knows he can't take away your pain. But when it cuts you deep, he'll be your remedy.

Always.

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a/n pt2: bro im so sorry if this makes no sense im in pain leave me alone im tired its sleepytime

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emo-batboy · 11 months

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Me: Please let me sleep. I am begging you.

Also Me, shining a light into my face: no Listen LISTEN listen. okay so a cop, a cat burglar, and a vigilante walk into a bar. They’re a crime-fighting polycule made entirely of bisexual disasters. JUST TRUST ME

#battinson #no just trust me #bruce wayne #seline kyle #officer martinez #but like fucking imagine it okay?#i WILL elaborate if asked #i have been thinking about this forever #batman #batman 2022 #the batman 2022

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obaewankenope · 25 days

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I've had a Thought™ in my head for weeks now about an AU where Tim Drake is the grandson of Ra's al-Ghul and also Bruce's son through Janet (accidental kid of Ra's?? Idk). Like... Idk why, or how, but imagine the whole situation with Bruce technically finding another son (who blackmails him into being the Robin to his Batman) but not knowing this (because reasons idfk) and then we get the whole Damian reveal where he's certain he's the only blood kid of Bruce's and then we get the Red Robin arc and Tim actually finding out the truth (at the Worst Time™) from Ra's of all fucking people and then he has to take this knowledge with him back to Gotham and strained relationships and idk how it'd come out but imagine Ra's showing up for his "grandson" or sth and everyone assumes he means Damian because, obviously, except then it's Tim and there's Questions™ after and Ra's just giving a parting promise to catch-up soon (creep). And then you just have them all in the Cave interrogating Tim while the DNA runs and bam! Not only is he Ra's' grandson just like Damian, he's also Bruce's biokid just like Damian. Imagine the angst and the chaos that'd cause for Bruce "I fell apart after Jason died and needed a kid to keep me alive" Wayne realising that the way he treated Tim was Bad and also that's his son, how could he have even!!!

And through all this, Tim is like "I thought you knew and didn't care" or "it didn't matter, you didn't choose me, it's fine" or "well Ra's is an asshole and I'm gonna go ruin his League servers in revenge" because it's not a Big Deal for him (it is, he's just not able to handle this right now... Or ever).

And then we just get some healing and apologies and everyone becomes better and Tim basically gains Talia for an quasi-aunt and "oh no, refund please" while Damian has to come to terms with the fact he genuinely tried to murder his brother from the moment they met and everyone needs therapy yesterday.

Idk where I was going with this... It's just been In My Head Forever.

#Tim Drake #Batman #Red Robin #Damian al-Ghul #Ra's al-Ghul #Batman™#Timothy Drake #Damian Wayne #Bruce Wayne #Dick Greyson #Jason Todd #Cassandra Cain #Idk I can just imagine bits and pieces for this #Will I ever write it? Fuck knows #I haven't written shite in forever and I miss it

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ambrosethedarling · 1 year

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Her name was Catherine Todd, a good woman who probably loved her son deeply.

Her name was Catherine Todd, life cut short by a disease that just didn’t care how much love she had in her heart.

[close ups and inspiration below]

#the tragedy of the Todd’s will forever have a chokehold on me #it’s also ambiguous and changes in the comics #but I imagine this is when Catherine died #it would be heartbreaking #jason todd #catherine todd #batman comics #dc comics #dc robin #red hood #Ambrose draws bats

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fanaticalthings · 2 years

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Everytime I see people sharing their headcanons on what kind of relationship Battinson would have with Dick and Jason, I just think of this clip from Modern Family:

Like you CANNOT convince me that this version of Bruce wouldn't immediately burst into tears at even the slight insinuation that his kids don't wanna hang out with him.

Battinson definitely seems like the Bruce that would have the most difficulty coping with an empty nest.

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where-dreamers-go · 17 days

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Hi, Erica! 😃 If I may request a 90s Robin? Maybe his reaction to the Reader complimenting his new suit??

“Nice suit.”

Robin backtracked a couple of steps until he eyed your familiar face.

“Hey,” Robin greeted with a dashing smile. “Were you working late again?” He asked, completely ignoring other bystanders and reporters.

“Guilty.” You took a moment to study the new design and colors of his suit.

“Thoughts?” He smirked, seeing where your gaze lingered.

“I like the dash of red. It’s…artfully sophisticated.”

Robin took a step closer. “High praise.”

“Really nice suit.”

“Robin.” Batman called from a few paces away.

After rolling his eyes, Robin smiled and told you, “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, Robin. Hopefully next time we can meet again sooner.”

With a confident smirk, Robin whispered, “If you don’t mind waiting up longer, it can be a lot sooner.” Winking, he turned abruptly to continue his hero business.

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#90s robin #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #robin imagine #dc comics #imagines #where dreamers go #batman and robin #batman forever #request

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puppetmaster13u · 7 months

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I have so much temptation for Jason in the Dies Irae Au to meet Fright Knight. There is so much temptation to write them meeting in general.

Also remind me to ramble more about this au later, and to finish the in-universe memes I've been working on lol

#Honestly ngl kind of ship them #You CANNOT tell me they wouldn't be courting each other forever while also having sword fights #Give the sword-summoning undead dads some love #dies irae au #Jason adopts the fenton siblings au #DCxDP #DPxDC #Jason Todd #Fright Knight #Okay but Can you Imagine someone getting the drop on RH only for Giant Flaming Knight to drag itself out of the shadows to wreck their shit #Ngl I kind of want to ramble about my Fright Knight headcanons #I need to at least ramble about him at some point #remind me to elaborate later #batman au #Halfa Jason #Also can you imagine the hilarity of people questioning on if Peter RH and this Mr Knight fellow are in a poly relationship #Though it could be more hilarious if they didn't realize Mr. Kerian “Rian” Knight is the same being as the giant shadow knight that #RH affectionately calls Fright lol #okay gonna ramble about my choice for FK's name rq #Kerian is derived from the word carn; which means pile of stones #and referred to the stone burial chambers we now call cairns #Kieran also means “little dark one” or “black-haired”#He's a shadow-cored undead knight and I am very proud of this name <3 #Does Fright Knight and Jason have a ship name?#If not put forth your own ideas lol #Also reminder that Jason has a star core in this #liminal class #Jason really adopts the entire de-aged class lol #poll #shipping

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valmybeloved · 2 years

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I can’t believe there are people who hate Val Kilmer like, wtf is wrong with u he’s literally perfect 🙄

#val kilmer #him 🥰#imagine hating Val Kilmer 🤢#top gun #tombstone #batman forever #real genius #the doors #top secret!#willow #kiss kiss bang bang #i love him your honor

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be-gay-do-heists · 2 years

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watching leverage is not enough i need to eat it

#genuinely how do i beam content directly into my brain a la batman forever #imagining just biting (affectionate) a box set of leverage dvds #miko speaks #leverage

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cinebration · 1 year

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Wolf Among Sheeple (Riddler x Reader, Edward Nygma x Reader) [Request]

I see! Okay well- there is absolutely no Batman Forever!Riddler content out there and I really, really need it, so I'd like: Reader is a former coworker of Edward's, the only one who would be interested in his ideas, they had chemistry but he was too meek; she now runs into him as the Riddler, mad chemistry still, making out ensues- can lead to lovemaking but ONLY if you want to.. ////—Requested by anon

This one also got buried, and I sincerely apologize for only now getting to it.

Warnings: gunshots, blood

Gif Source: henry-cavill

This was the last time you were letting yourself get strong-armed into a fundraiser gala. Surrounding by a crowd of well-dressed faux do-gooders, you were more than out of your element, more than a fish out of water. The urge to flee grappled with the urge to launch yourself onto that garish podium, snatch the microphone out of the pitchy singer, and level your best insults at the sheeple gathered beneath the sweeping arches of the ballroom’s ceiling.

You endured another inane conversation between your boss and some loaded bastard who couldn’t tell the difference between a neutron and an electron, much less the fact that a brown suit and burgundy tie didn’t go together.

Just as you were about to open your mouth and say as much, chaos exploded on the far end of the room. Shouts of surprise and startled screams swelled to fill the space as smoke rolled across the ballroom floor.

“Fire!” someone screamed.

You scrutinized the flow of the grayish-white cloud as everyone around you panicked. “Smoke doesn’t behave like that,” you muttered to yourself.

You concluded it was dry-ice fog just as a figure swept through it, revealing themselves in a shockingly bright green suit peppered with question marks of a darker shade. A half-crazed laugh preceded it, echoing around the large space over the cries of terror.

Your head snapping up, you fixed your attention on the figure. Behind the laugh was something you recognized, though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Did someone say fire!?” The figure swept off his green bowler hat, revealing hair a shocking shade of orange. “Somebody call the fire department! I’m smoking!”

You snorted, the only sound of amusement from the crowd as armed men spilled out from behind the figure, brandishing their machine guns in the faces of the nearest fundraiser patrons. To your amusement, the loaded bastard from moments before nearly swallowed the barrel of one. To your delight, the man pissed himself.

Laughing to himself again, the man pranced around the room, waving a heavy cane with dangerous intent. You tracked his movements, didn’t even bother to conceal the wicked smile pulling at your lips.

“This is a robbery and a kidnapping and a hostage situation, folks!” The man leapt onto the stage, hip-checking the lousy singer aside, and put his lips on the microphone. “I suggest more screaming and running. That’ll help us decide whom is what.”

A scrawny man sweating rivulets down his face and neck spun on his heel to your left and sprinted toward the doors half-hidden by heavy draperies.

BANG!

The man hit the floor, blood spraying from the new hole in his chest.

“Congratulations!” The green-suited man clapped his hands together. “We have our first dead hostage! Who wants to join him?”

Shrills screams filled the space.

“The sound of success. Oh, I do so love to hear it.”

The intruder’s men began roughly corralling the crowd, brandishing their guns and using their fists, elbows, and feet with impunity. You plotted a route through the press of bodies, circumventing the attackers while nearing the stage. When you were close enough to touch the stage’s skirt, you called up, pitching your voice just enough to be heard above the pandemonium at that range, “Edward!?”

He jerked his attention toward you, eyebrows scrunching over the thin green domino mask over his eyes. He gasped, jaw dropping. Overcome with surprise, he could only gesture at you wildly, your name stuttering over his teeth.

You laughed, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. “I can’t believe it!”

Edward dropped down from the stage, landing in front of you with a flourish of his cane and hat. Another laugh ripped from your lips as he tore the mask from his face, white teeth gleaming in his wide smile.

“My God,” he drawled, sweeping his eyes over you and your dress. “Please tell me you haven’t sold out to these sheep.”

“God no,” you answered, disgust coloring your voice. “You spoiled my fun, actually. I was about to let them see a wolf.”

His smile widened further, a keen glint in his eye sending a thrill through you. “A wolf, you say?” He suddenly stepped into your space, one hand grabbing you by the hip to draw you flush against him. Peering into your face, he purred, “My, what large teeth you have!”

A low chuckle rumbled in both your throats. You ran the tip of your tongue over your teeth, the movement slow. Edward’s eyes followed the action with a hunger that made you buzzy. It had been so many years since the old excitement had coursed through your veins.

You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his. “All the better to bite you with.”

A sharp wolf whistle threatened to burst your eardrums, but all you felt was desire as Edward crashed his lips to yours, devouring you. His cane pressed into your back as he pressed you tight against himself, the lack of space between somehow still not enough. Sparks danced down your spine, fire burning at all your nerve endings, bolts of electricity darting through you.

You pulled apart with an obscene, wet sound that made you flush with arousal.

“You should’ve done that years ago.”

He grinned, one hand reaching down to palm your ass. “Edward was too much of a chicken shit to do anything about it then.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “Who are you if not Edward?”

“The Riddler, baby,” he declared, throwing back his head and rolling the r for effect. “I’ve got a riddle for you.”

“Lay it on me.”

“God, I love a lady who isn’t afraid to play.” Clearing his throat, he projected his voice for everyone in the room to hear. “What animals prance in human skin but share not one brain cell between them?”

You glanced over your shoulder at the crowd, a wicked smile pulling at your lips. “Sheeple.”

“Bingo to the smoking hottie!”

Riddler spun you around so that your back pressed against his chest, leaned down to whisper in your ear as you both stared at the crowd. “Who should we start with first?”

You scanned the horrified faces, then pointed with your chin.

Your boss squealed.

Your laughter soared with Riddler’s to the roof.

#Riddler x Reader #Riddler #Riddler imagine #Edward Nygma x Reader #Edward Nygma #Edward Nygma Imagine #Jim Carrey x Reader #Jim Carrey #Jim Carrey imagine #Batman Forever #requests

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the-imaginative-hobbyist · 3 months

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#ReleaseTheSchumacherCut of Batman Forever.

#art #the imaginative hobbyist #artist #digital art #fan art #artwork #photoshop #film #dc #release the schumacher cut #batman #batman forever

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 2 years

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Readying For Battle | Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Dog

Words: 3119

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Warning: Attempted mugging, but nothing intense or graphic. If you’re familiar with my style of writing, you should know that they’re mostly slow burns.

A/N: This was finished weeks ago but I kept nitpicking at it and never posted it until now. I swore to myself that there won’t be any more characters to introduce, but I might do it again. Clearly, I have not learned my lesson about having multiple characters to keep track of at once. But I think that this character is the most important one of all!

Part of [The Batman’s Doctor] Oneshot series.

Summary: A mad scientist is on the run and your friends may have been more involved in it than you thought. Meanwhile, Bruce is required to make a public appearance at the annual charity event where he suspects Dr. Woodrue might make a move.

You weren’t sure how you were going to go about addressing what had happened all those years ago at Woodrue’s lab with Pamela. There had been flashes of odd behavior from her that you hadn’t caught the first time, now that you were thinking back on your interactions with her. They were so brief, that you couldn’t for certain know if it was due to the accident or if work was getting too much for her. Could be all of the above.

Harleen would have been a good choice to approach first to help you talk to Pam, but you were afraid that she’d differ from the subject. She was fiercely loyal to her loved ones and she’d do anything for Pam, you had noticed over the years that you had known them. Pam came first.

They were both busy with work, so it was hard to get a hold of them anyways. So, you dropped it, giving yourself time to plan your approach. You also needed to get things in order to help Bruce get ready for the upcoming charity event.

“How are you going to explain the cuts and bruises if you’re just going to keep throwing yourself out there?” you scolded Bruce as you cleaned his wounds.

He grunted. “They’re not that noticeable. I do have a mask and suit that protects me when I fight.”

“Yet, you have a doctor living in your house.”

“Unlicensed doctor,” Bruce muttered, prompting you to press down on one of his bruises.

He let out another grunt, watching you work. He relished the warmth from your hands, their gentle yet firm touch, moving with such practice and precision. Normally, he’d only bother you when the wounds were too much for him to treat on his own, but lately he’d been too exhausted to bother with the minor injuries, or at least that’s what he would say. Alfred had given him a knowing look and walked away when he overheard.

Once he was all fixed up, he threw on a wrinkled white shirt lying around in his room and made his way over to his desk, notes and CCTV screenshots scattered across the surface. He had been tracking Dr. Woodrue for days now and he didn’t press you to ask Pam and Harleen about him. They used to joke about it with dark humor like how you would complain about your manager from your part-time job, but actually sitting down and discussing it was another thing. So, Bruce had been looking into Woodrue’s previous associates and his past research to get an idea of what he was dealing with.

“Woodrue’s laying low, but an event big like the one at city hall… any bad guy would make a move then. They want the attention and with all those people and the press, it’s a sure way to do it,” Bruce said.

“Speaking of the event,” you said, standing up leaning against his desk, “I heard that Mayor Real wants you, as the main donor for the Gotham Restoration projects, to give a speech.”

Bruce grimaced, slumping back in his desk chair. “Why?” he practically pouted at you.

“It’s formalities,” you said with a shrug.

He frowned, thinking he would rather deal with a lab filled with poisonous spores than give a five minute speech in front of Gotham’s press and elites. You wondered what he was like at board meetings and if he ever gave all his attention to them or if he was always thinking of the next case as Batman. Surely, the board members were used to his behavior by now.

“Want me to help write it?” you offered. He nodded. “Okay. I don’t think she’s expecting anything grandiose from you anyways, just something formal and straight to the point. Anything else would cause you physical and mental pain.”

He shot you a playful glare before yanking out his desk drawer, plopping down a notepad and a pen on the desk, his long fingers sliding it over to you. He leaned back in his chair once you picked it up and clicked the pen.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat dramatically, “‘People of Gotham’... no. ‘Good evening’. Yes, simple. ‘Good evening and thank you all for coming to our first charity event for the Gotham Restoration projects under Mayor Real’. Anything you want to add?”

He hummed, resting his chin on his fist like he was piecing an advanced puzzle together. “Is that not enough?”

You shook your head. “No… I think they want more than that. Maybe a small anecdote? A shout out to the other contributors and the workers? Stuff like that.”

He scrubbed his face with his hand and sighed. “This is going to take a while,” he muttered.

Apparently, it was a last minute decision to have you go with Bruce to the event at Alfred’s insistence. Bruce did not want to expose you as a close associate of his to the public due to prying eyes and the enemies of both Bruce Wayne and any potential threats that discovered his dual identity as Batman. With Alfred’s reasoning of you being an extra pair of eyes and also as someone that could help make the public outing tolerable, Bruce relented.

“No way I’m letting you go defenseless,” Bruce said.

While you had gone out to run errands and pick up both of your outfits, Bruce had stayed in his Batcave making something for you. He didn’t say what it was, only that it’d be a prototype since he didn’t have enough time to fully develop and test it out. So, you left him to it, saying to text you if he needed anything else while you were out.

When you had first gone out to do errands, Bruce had offered to give you the keys to the Rolls Royce, to which you had heavily declined. There was no way you were going to risk driving something as expensive as that and it was completely unnecessary for the mundane tasks you had to do. Imagining yourself taking his Rolls Royce to the grocery store made you snort in amusement. Besides, you had pointed out, not many people drove that kind of car in Gotham. It’ll draw attention.

You had finished everything without incident, leaving Bruce’s outfit hanging by his bed to remind him that it couldn’t be avoided. Alfred and Dory didn’t have anything for you to help them with, so you decided to go do some personal shopping for once. Alfred called out to you to be careful just as Bruce resurfaced from the Batcave and watched you leave again.

It had been a while since you were able to relax on your own, walking around Gotham at your leisure. The once flooded districts had improved now that the seawalls and reconstruction of the surrounding buildings were close to completion. People were going about their business, having to work their life around the new developments of Gotham. Positive developments, everyone hoped. Cleaning up Gotham was far from an easy task and Mayor Real had her work cut out for her. Still, the city’s healing needed to start somewhere.

Sitting down on a bench in one of the small park areas, you indulged in your sandwich as you people watched. Halfway through your meal, you heard loud and aggressive sniffing nearby. Turning your head, you saw a German Shepherd standing next to you with their eyes locked onto your sandwich.

Looking at this rude newcomer, you estimated that he was still a puppy, probably around one years old. He had a scar near his eye and what looked like bite marks near his neck where there was no collar. You frowned, taking out your phone to look for the nearest animal clinic or shelter.

He sat next to you at the foot of the bench as he waited, his dark eyes never leaving the sandwich even when you were moving around. Deciding to just call the shelter instead, your eyes left the young German Shepherd for just a moment. There was a nibble on your hand before your sandwich was yanked away and you could only watch as the pup trotted happily away. Still, you reported him to the shelter and started to make your way back to the car.

It was an easy task, getting to the car without incident, but it was another thing you had failed at. You had parked the car a few blocks away, thinking nothing of it as it was one of the few parking spaces available in the area. As you passed an alleyway, an unwashed gloved hand shot out and twisted your arm around, tossing you against the brick wall with a thud.

“Give me your money!” the man growled, towering over you with a pocket knife in hand.

“Seriously?” you hissed, moving to take out your wallet from your bag.

He waved his knife an inch from your face. “Come on, come on.”

“Hold on!”

Your snappy attitude earned you a smack across your face, leaving you disoriented at the sudden whip of your head. You lost grip of your bag, dropping it to the dirty concrete. He huffed, snatching it quickly with his back towards you. When you regained your bearings, you noticed a small figure at the end of the alley.

The German Shepherd from earlier growled, baring his teeth as he posed to pounce at the man. The mugger screamed at the dog in an attempt to scare him off, but it only provoked him further. He launched himself towards the man, biting the other end of your bag and tugging hard with another growl. The mugger struggled, moving to cut the dog to let go. You used this chance to barrel into him, smacking his body against the wall as soon as he lost his footing. He dropped the bag and ran as the dog chased him down.

You wasted no time rushing to your car, checking the pockets of your bag for anything missing. Fortunately, the mugger didn’t have time to grab anything before that dog came. You were so tempted to bring him home with you, but you weren’t sure that everyone at home would be okay with it. There was enough stress dealing with Bruce and his moonlighting as Batman as it is. You would just have to hope that the shelter had managed to find him and make sure he gets into a loving home.

Never did you imagine yourself accompanying the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, while in a custom tailored outfit for a fancy party. Yet, here you were, walking down the stairs after getting ready. Bruce was already waiting with Alfred, the two speaking in hushed tones about the plan for tonight. Bruce believed that Doctor Woodrue would make a move at the charity event and had made preparations for it.

Their conversation paused as you reached the landing, Bruce’s eyes immediately locking onto you as you made your way towards them. You suddenly feel a twist in your stomach as you stand in front of Bruce expectantly. A part of you was hoping that he’d comment on your appearance, the last time seeing you this dressed up was when you were kids. Instead, he hummed, smiling as he fished something out of his pocket.

He remained true to his word and made you your own gadget, a watch that looked to be taken straight out of a spy movie with its wide yet inconspicuous touch screen and smooth band. When you had pointed that out, he smiled, saying that that was the point. He knew that you loved spy movies.

“Be careful, you two,” Alfred said, his brows furrowed as you both made your way towards the garage.

It was one thing when Bruce went off on his own to fight crime, it was another when you were also getting involved. Although it was his idea in the first place for Bruce to bring you as his plus one, your admittance of getting jumped a few days ago had spiked his worry. You were lucky that the mugger had not taken anything or harmed you. You had mentioned that a dog you had met in the park had actually helped you with the mugger, thus your plan of convincing him and Bruce to get a dog commenced. At this point, he was willing to consider it.

“It’s okay, Alfred. If something happens to me, it’s all on Bruce,” you joked, making Bruce roll his eyes.

“You think I don’t know that?” Bruce muttered, nudging you with his shoulder, “That’s what the watch is for.”

“Oh, really? I thought it was just my boss finally getting me an Apple watch instead of a raise.”

“I can get you both if you want,” he deadpanned.

“Must be nice being that rich.”

“It is if you’ve got something or someone to spend money over.”

Alfred stood to the side, his worries subsiding, but something else was brewing. He looked between the two of you, a smirk creeping up his face. He wondered if you were aware of how close your faces were and how both of you had not stopped smiling since your banter started. He made a promise to you to not tell Bruce what had happened with the mugger, knowing that Bruce would have gone as far as to prevent you from going outside by yourself again if he found out.

“Just… look out for each other,” Alfred said, “That means clear communications and no wandering off to investigate something on your own.” That warning could be directed to either one of you, so you and Bruce nodded.

“We’ll be fine, Alfred,” Bruce assured him.

“It’s not like we’re the type to mingle,” you added.

“Exactly. You’d rather lose focus and look for danger than have a five minute conversation with the socialites of Gotham.”

There was nothing to say to that. He knew the two of you too well.

Reporters lined the steps of the city hall, flashing away at their cameras as each and every attendee steps out of their vehicle and escorted up to the large double doors. Bruce had taken to driving the two of you in the black Rolls Royce that he was fond of, handing the keys to the valet once he reached the bottom of the steps.

Your heart had been hammering against your rib cage during the entire ride there, grounding yourself by making a mental checklist for the evening as you fidget with your new watch. Enter city hall, make the rounds with Bruce, speak to the mayor, have Bruce give his speech, attempt to mingle with people, keep a lookout for suspicious activity, then make excuses to retire for the night. Hopefully, nothing happens tonight.

Bruce held the door open and helped you out of the car, eyes scanning the crowd as he placed his hand on the small of your back. He had slowly been making public appearances for the past few months, but the reporters still go wild at the sight of the reclusive billionaire, more so now that it was evident that he had brought a plus one.

“Stay close,” he whispered as he guided you towards the stairs, “Remember about the watch. If we ever get separated, activate the earpiece with it. If you’re in trouble or get lost, activate the tracker.”

“This is far different from the birthday party you had when you were six,” you said, marveling at the scale of the place as you crossed the threshold.

“And unfortunately, we have to have a more active role in these gatherings. No more standing in the corner or sneaking out to the balcony for us.”

“We could, just that it might be taken as a more scandalous act than two kids avoiding the grownups.”

“Those were the days,” Bruce sighed before spotting a familiar figure approaching the pair of you. “Speaking of…”

“Well, look at you two!” Luke called out with a grin, arms open wide as he swooped in to give you a hug, effectively pulling you away from Bruce who was frowning during the exchange. He turned to Bruce and smirked. “Wayne! Come here!” Luke gave him the same treatment, slapping his back for good measure.

You watch Bruce stiffen at the sudden embrace before relaxing, his body familiarizing with Luke’s energy and friendliness. You weren’t sure how long it had been since the last time those two saw each other, but it never mattered to Luke. He was always open and accommodating with the ability to pick up a conversation from where it was left off years ago.

Bruce gave him a small smile. “Still a menace,” he said.

Luke threw his head back and laughed. “Still so awkward. Come on, we’re old pals. We’re in this together, facing off the vultures and hyenas in there.”

“Hey, why are you more excited to see Bruce than me?” you teased.

“Well, I already saw you days ago,” Luke said, slinging an arm around your shoulder, “But Brucie? It’s been a long time. A really long time. See, you and me? We’ve been keeping contact off and on over the years. I got radio silence from him.”

Bruce grimaced. “I’ve been busy.”

Luke nodded. Bruce was a man of a few words, always had been. Luckily, Luke had known him long enough that he didn’t need a whole sentence or paragraph to know what was going on.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m only teasing,” he said softly, wrapping his other arm around Bruce. “You’ve been going through a lot, so I understand.”

“It’s good to see you, Luke,” Bruce said, pulling away from him.

“It’s nice seeing you guys again. Just like old times, huh?” Luke gave you one last side hug before regarding the two of you. “It’s things like this that makes me feel glad to be back.”

“So, not much, is there?” Bruce said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Luke punched his shoulder lightly. “I gotta head back into the fray before my old man starts making leaps and thinks I’m up to no good.”

“It’s a reasonable assumption,” you said.

Luke chuckled. “See you guys around,” he said, walking backwards, “Maybe we can all get a drink some time.”

“See you around, Luke,” Bruce called back with a small wave, watching him jog back to find his father. As soon as he was gone, Bruce nudged you with his shoulder. “When were you going to tell me that you ran into him earlier?”

“Oh, uh, slipped my mind,” you said casually with a shrug, “Saw him at the Iceberg Lounge. Ready to go in?”

Bruce shook his head. “No, you?”

“Nope.”

#bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #battinson #the batman imagine #batman imagine #dc imagine #more of Luke Fox near the end #introducing Ace because I want Battinson to have a dog #this took forever for me to feel comfortable posting

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