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vizcous · 2 years

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Luck (Chapter 1: Lion’s Den)

[series summary]:

Bruce Wayne has an image problem, to put it lightly. Reclusive, nearly mute, and awkward to the point of rudeness in an era where businessmen are celebrities, if he wants to maintain his success, he’s got to gain public approval. Or so Alfred says. Enter [Y/N], a 22-year-old with a communications degree. Alfred hires [Y/N] as Bruce’s social media manager, assistant, handler, and babysitter. Bruce and [Y/N] have quite the learning curve ahead of them. Factor in the fact that Bruce is a vampire, and [Y/N] has the sweetest smelling blood in Gotham, and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.

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[chapter summary]: Y/N starts their new job, and bruce finds out about the new hire. things quickly fall apart.

[content]: anxiety, a gorgeous man named kevin, bloodlust.

[author’s note]: "early this week" my ass huh. well, it's early another week at least. hopefully, i'll get chapter two out quicker. please be gentle I finished this at 1:30 in the morning and I have to be up for work at 7 ;-; enjoy!

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Present Day: Crossing the threshold of Wayne Tower felt like entering the lion’s den. [Y/N] wiped their sweaty palms on their brand-new slacks. They’d chosen khaki to appear more inviting. They had researched color theory and proper office attire for hours to formulate an outfit that would make the best first impression. They’d fucked up their YouTube algorithm in the process, a hefty price to pay. At this moment, walking into the proud, looming skyscraper, the effort didn’t even feel worth it. They felt underdressed and foolish in the khaki slacks and blue button-up they’d bought at the mall last week. They felt their face heat up in embarrassment as they took in the doorman’s attire. It was just a plain black suit, but they could tell it was well made and probably designer down to the shoes. He paid them no mind upon their entrance, staring out the door at the busy street on the other side. They hesitated a moment before clearing their throat timidly.

“Um, excuse me.” The doorman looked in their direction, staring expectantly at them. “Hi, good morning. Today is my first day and my first time in the building. I was told I needed to retrieve an elevator key. Would you be able to help me with that?” They asked him, only sounding half as nervous as they felt. “If you have your badge, you won’t need an elevator key. We don’t issue those to interns,” He responded, sounding bored, maybe sleepy. “Oh, I’m not an intern. Mr. Pennyworth said that my badge would work for the office but that I would need a special elevator key to access the penthouse,” They attempted to give the man a reassuring grin, but their anxiety manifested into a shy, shaky smile. “Mr. Pennyworth?” The man asked skeptically. “Yes, sir. He told me that he would leave the key with the security director. Would you mind checking with the security director for me?” The man rolled his eyes but nodded, walking away from his post and retreating down a hallway. [Y/N] took the opportunity to gawk at the features of the main lobby from the ceiling down. A large crystal chandelier positioned in the center of the ceiling bathed the whole room in a gentle yellow light reminiscent of natural sunlight. The front desk was directly under the chandelier, framed by two marble and onyx pillars. The desk itself was a cream color; some stone [Y/N] didn’t recognize from their Intro to Geology course their freshman year. The desk supported a sleek silver computer monitor manned by a young hijabi woman. She was a few years older than they were, probably late twenties. She met [Y/N’s] gaze as they were still trying to identify the stone of the desk, giving them a bright smile. They smiled and waved back shyly before the woman returned to work. Their eyes drifted to the floor; intricate, multicolored tiles were arranged into geometric patterns. They were trying to name all the different earth tones of tiles around their feet when they heard footsteps approaching. They looked up to see the doorman and a second man approaching them. The doorman had deflated a little since he’d left [Y/N] at the door; he’d hunched into himself like a child after a scolding. “Y/N L/N?” The second man asked them, a kind smile on his face. “That’s me.” “Wonderful, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Jeffery, the security director for Wayne Tower. Could I see your ID badge for a moment?” “Uh, yeah, yeah, of course,” [Y/N] hurriedly unclipped their badge from their shirt and handed it to him. He scanned the barcode on their badge with his phone, nodding in agreement with whatever the phone displayed. “Alright, Y/N L/N, you’re already registered. Here’s that elevator key.” He pulled a metal key from his pocket and handed it and their badge back to them. “Thank you!” “Let me show you to the elevator,” the doorman said quietly as he began walking towards the front desk. They nodded and followed quickly behind him. “I didn’t catch your name,” [Y/N] said, trying to sound casual as they followed the doorman past the desk and toward the elevator bay. “Ben,” he replied without looking back at them, pressing the “up” button when they reached the elevator. It was already on the ground floor and opened immediately. “What floor?” Ben asked, still avoiding eye contact with them. “Oh, um, seventy-six is where Mr. Wayne’s office is, right?” “Yes,” he replied shortly, pressing the button. They ascended the floors slowly in awkward silence. [Y/N] was too anxious to attempt small talk, and Ben seemed uninterested. With each floor they passed, the knot in their stomach tightened and tangled. They weren’t typically claustrophobic, but the spacious elevator grew to feel like a dumbwaiter more and more with each passing second. They were about to ask Ben if he was also feeling unbearably warm when the elevator dinged. The doors opened swiftly, but Ben exited before they were fully open. [Y/N] followed behind him, knees slightly weak as they walked. This lobby was just as grand as the first and nearly identical. The only difference they could spot was that this receptionist was a handsome man, around the same age as the woman before. His skin was a deep brown, contrasting beautifully with his light blue shirt. His black hair was in short, mid-width locs, with silver hair charms scattered throughout. He looked up when they exited the elevator. He offered them a bright smile and [Y/N] spotted a small gap between his front teeth. Yeah, he was gorgeous. “Good morning, Ben! Who’ve you got with you?” “Hey, Kevin. This is [Y/N] [L/N]; sounds like they’re gonna be working with Mr. Pennyworth and Mr. Wayne.” Kevin quirked an eyebrow at that, seeming amused and the prospect of the person in front of him having anything to do with Bruce Wayne or his butler. “Um, yeah, I’m going to be Mr. Wayne’s new assistant and social media manager,” [Y/N] explained, shyness peeking through in their tone. “Social media manager, huh? Well, Mr. W certainly does need one; there’s no doubt about that. The man has eighteen million followers, and his only tweet is ‘Hello, I am Bruce Wayne.’” Kevin said, laughing at his horrible Bruce Wayne impression. Even Ben cracked a smile at it. “Yeah, it seems that the internet isn’t really his forte,” [Y/N] chuckled. “Can you take them from here, Kevin? I’ve gotta head back downstairs.” “Yeah, of course. See ya later!” Ben walked back towards the elevator, not even sparing [Y/N] a glance or a goodbye. Huh, wonder what his problem is. They turned their attention to Kevin, anxiety creeping back in. “Well, Y/N, Mr. Pennyworth did give me a heads up that we’d be getting a new staff member up here, and he left some instructions. Let’s show you around and get you settled into your office.” “Oh, I um, I didn’t know I’d be getting an office,” [Y/N] said, surprise evident in their voice. Mr. Pennyworth had been very clear about the position’s duties, but he had not gone into detail about the office logistics. After their final interview, when they’d been offered the job, he’d issued them a laptop, a phone, and a tablet. Last week, they’d received their ID badge in the mail and some general information on the building. “Yeah, you’re getting the second-best office in the place. You’re gonna be livin’ it up with Mr. W. Come on, let’s go check it out.” Kevin put [Y/N] at ease. His friendly demeanor and ever-present smile made the vast, cold building feel a little warmer and smaller. Kevin stood up from the desk and came around to [Y/N’s] side. He began walking, gesturing for them to follow. Once they were in step with one another, he began to talk. “So, it’s just Mr. Wayne and me up here. There are some conference rooms that we use maybe once a quarter, and then a few empty offices. Facilities and IT went ahead and got your office all set up last week, so you should be good to start working on things today if Mr. W needs you to. I usually get here at seven, and Mr. W comes in around nine or nine-thirty on the days he comes in. Y—” “Sorry, question; Mr. Wayne doesn’t come in every day?” “Uh, yeah…He really only comes in Mondays and Fridays. It’s just me up here the rest of the time. And now, well, you too.” “What does he do the rest of the week?” [Y/N] ’s nerves returned tenfold at this news. Mr. Pennyworth had made it very clear that they were supposed to be Mr. Wayne’s shadow during the week, keeping him on task and posting updates on his social media. When [Y/N] agreed to that, they assumed they would be in the office most days. But, if they were meant to accompany him on golfing or boating trips, or whatever leisure activities a multi-billionaire was into, that was outside of their comfort zone. Their head began swimming with thoughts of what it would really mean to be Bruce Wayne’s assistant. “Oh, he just works remotely from upstairs. He’s pretty anxious about the pandemic, so he tries to limit his contact with others as much as possible. He only started coming back in person a few months ago.” [Y/N] breathed a sigh of relief, the tension leaving their body. Working from home, they could deal with. When they thought about it, it made perfect sense for Mr. Wayne to work from home and limit his exposure, especially when he lived right above the office. “That makes sense. Sorry for interrupting; you were saying?” “Oh, yeah. Your ID badge should give you twenty-four-hour access to the building, so you’ll be able to come and go as you please.” Kevin continued giving [Y/N] the run-down of the office, pointing out different rooms and sharing any information he thought they might find helpful. They listened intently to his every word, resisting the urge to take notes. After about 15 minutes, the tour was done, except for two rooms; [Y/N] ’s office and Mr. Wayne’s. “So, here it is. I took a peek earlier, and I’ll admit, I’m a bit jealous [L/N], I really am,” Kevin said with a teasing smile. He opened the door, and it was all [Y/N] could do to keep their jaw from dropping.

Bruce was anticipating Alfred’s knock on the door frame. He’d heard the older man making his way to the Bat Cave minutes before his arrival; he knew that the knocking was more out of habit than politeness at this point. Bruce looked up at him in acknowledgment, shifting his attention from the live stream of GPD’s security cameras. There was little activity on them this early in the morning, nothing that truly captured Bruce’s attention. Though it wasn’t like he could do anything about what he saw during the daytime. No, Bruce hadn’t been watching them as much as using them as white noise for his eyes while his mind replayed the events of the night before. Gordan had met him at the signal and relayed some intel about an ongoing serial arson case GFD had called him in for assistance. Firebombs had been thrown through six storefronts in four weeks, and no leads. Something about the situation had Bruce on edge. He’d spent all morning trying to find connections between the different establishments with no luck. But he pushed those thoughts to the backburner as he waited for Alfred to speak. “Are you going to the office today?” Alfred asked, taking his glasses off and pulling out a microfiber rag. “It’s Monday, isn’t it? I have no reason not to go,” Bruce replied, checking the time on the clock above the doorframe. 8:48 am. He supposed that that was a reasonable time for a regular person to get ready if they wanted to arrive by 9:30. But Bruce typically got ready at 9:05, arriving at the office at 9:08. Alfred must want something. Bruce turned to face the other man, but he didn’t speak immediately, intent on cleaning his glasses. After a moment and giving the lenses a thorough inspection, he put the glasses back on and looked at Bruce. “The office is getting a new staff member this morning,” Alfred said, putting an unfamiliar weight on the statement. “Oh, I’ll make sure to sign the greeting card before I leave. Do you know their name?” Bruce knew that he had some of the blank cards in his home office in the penthouse. The greeting cards for new employees was something that his mother had started back when his father was at the head of the company. She had wanted new staff to feel like they were part of a family instead of a company. It was a thoughtful gesture, one that Bruce rejuvenated when he began to take the company seriously two years ago. He handwrote each card himself, though they all bore the same message. Bruce noticed that Alfred had not readily supplied the new person’s name. He looked at his butler quizzically, waiting for him to mention the name. Alfred took a deep breath before continuing. “Their name is [Y/N]. They will be working directly under you, sir,” Alfred said, meeting Bruce’s eyes. They were red, free from the irritating contacts he wore in public. Bruce furrowed a brow at the other man’s words, but he remained silent, knowing he would receive the full explanation momentarily. “I took the liberty of hiring someone to…assist you in your public and professional endeavors. They started around forty-five minutes ago.” “I’ve been much more involved in the company in the past two years, Alfred. I thought that’s what you wanted?” Bruce asked, shifting back in his chair. Not for the first time, Bruce longed for the ability to read the minds of those around him. How convenient it’d be! At this point in his life, he’d likely wasted years contemplating or agonizing over others’ private thoughts, especially his butler’s. There were definitely times when he could predict Alfred’s next words or actions, but most of the time, he couldn’t read him at all. Today was one of those times. “You have, and I appreciate your dedication to your parents’ legacy. However, times have changed since your father was the head of the company, and even then, you are not your father. Don’t give me that look, Master Bruce, and don’t misinterpret my words. I simply mean you have not allowed the public to know you the way they knew your father. He understood how important public relations and community involvement are. Y—” “Ah, yes, Alfred, let me take a sunny stroll through the community garden; what a genius idea!” Bruce rolled his eyes at the thought, real venom seeping into his words. Perhaps he was being a tad childish and a bit bitter, but he found his frustration justified. Over the past two years, he’d put in the work to turn the company in the right direction, and they were just starting to reap the rewards. His board of directors was finally taking him seriously now, and he had a handful of philanthropic projects in the works. And now Alfred was telling him that wasn’t enough. Public relations and community involvement were never high priorities, and the “incident” had stripped away any chance of Bruce putting on the facade of being a regular Gotham socialite. Some things were just out of his reach now, and Alfred should understand that more than anyone. “Are you done, sir?” Alfred asked calmly. Bruce nodded with a deep frown etched into his face. “As I was saying, times have changed since your father was around. Public figures are more public than ever. Their movements are scrutinized by the world now, and your lack of movement has also been scrutinized. People know your life story, but not your life; that leads to speculation of your character, sir. You cannot be effective if people are questioning your motives.” “And [Y/N], how are they meant to help reduce ‘speculation’?” “Their job is to help develop a social media presence and cultivate a more intimate relationship with Gotham. They’re going to help you show the world who Bruce Wayne really is.” “The world doesn’t need to know me, Alfred. It’s better if they don’t—” “No, sir, you don’t want the world to know you; you’d prefer that they were in the dark. But you don’t make the rules. Society does. You’ve got to play ball, Master Wayne.” Bruce pinched his bottom lip in thought. Objectively, he knew Alfred had a point. Social media wasn’t going to go away, and it made sense for Bruce to bite the bullet and engage in it. But Bruce had a point as well. Allowing the world a glimpse into his life would be opening Pandora’s box, and he wasn’t ready to release those evils upon the earth. It was better if he remained in the shadows and maintained his near radio silence; it was safer for him and for Gotham. Bruce believed in calculated risks; he didn’t do unknowables. And there was no way to predict what would happen. “Alfred, I—” “Give it a chance, sir. Meet with them, hear their ideas, and see what they have to offer. And besides, you can’t fire them; they were hired by the board of directors. Terminating them would require the board’s unanimous approval.” Bruce pursed his lips. Of course, he’s already thought of everything.

[Y/N] thought they might faint. It was too much, too much to be real, too much to be theirs. They blinked harshly, trying to force the tears back. Their watery eyes took in the room before them. Three walls were a warm cream tone that fostered feelings of lightness and openness; the final wall opposite to the door was all windows. [Y/N] could see that they were at cloud level, allowing glimmers of sunlight to peek through before the typical morning downpour. There were several paintings spaced out thoughtfully across two of the walls, all bright colors and abstract shapes. The third wall, the one behind the desk, was entirely built-in bookshelves that matched the cream of the walls. Gold accents were scattered among the shelves, as were several succulents and picture frames. The lowest shelf stuck out farther than the rest, acting as a counter. A large vase of fresh flowers rested on the counter; blue hydrangeas, white roses, daisies, and lilies, with lavender scattered throughout. The desk upheld the cream and gold theme with its white wood and gold legs. It had the same sleek computer monitors as the front desk but with a dual-screen setup. They were itching to test drive the new computer, their fingers twitching in anticipation. “The flowers are from Mr. Pennyworth. He dropped them off earlier this morning. But yeah, this place is amazing, right?” Kevin said, the same smile from before spread across his face. It took [Y/N] a moment to regain their words. “That’s kind of an understatement. This is otherworldly,” they whispered. They still hadn’t found their full voice yet. “You gonna be okay if I leave you here?” Kevin asked, amused by their reaction. “Yeah, I’ve just gotta pinch myself a few dozen times.” “Alright. I’ll be at the front if you need anything. Mr. Wayne should be here soon.” “Thank you, Kevin,” [Y/N] felt the urge to hug him, but they resisted. They didn’t want him to think they were weird this early on. He left the room, closing the door behind them. The moment the door closed, they sank to the floor; even the carpet was too luxurious. They pulled their knees up to their chest and wrapped their arms around them, taking a shuddering breath. They could feel the tears welling back up in their eyes, and they didn’t fight them this time. They sat there crying silently for several minutes, entirely overwhelmed. After a few minutes, they finally stood, smoothing down their clothes with their hands. Once they were satisfied, they walked over to the desk to start up the computer. They felt the resolve to earn their place here, to prove to themselves and to everyone else that they were worthy. They sat at the desk chair, turning to face the counter while the computer started up. They looked at the flowers affectionately, noticing a white card among the flowers. They carefully pulled the card out of its holder to inspect it. They read the note, brow furrowing in confusion. Before they could ponder Mr. Pennyworth’s message too much, they heard a knock at the door. “Uh, come in!” They called, setting the note down on the desk. The door slid open. “Hi, Mr. Wayne is here now. He’d like to meet you,” Kevin announced from the doorway. “Uh, yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll come out,” they said, standing quickly. “Oh, your offices are adjoining; that door behind you connects to his office. Just give it a knock before you go in,” Kevin explained before closing the door again. [Y/N] swallowed hard, wiping their suddenly sweaty hands on the khakis again. They took a steadying breath before walking over to the door next to the bookshelf, knocking gently twice. “Come in,” they heard a soft male voice call. They paused briefly, then opened the door and entered Mr. Wayne’s office. It was the opposite color palette of [Y/N] ’s office, all grays and blacks and silvers. There were floor-to-ceiling blackout curtains over the window wall; the room was lit by numerous lamps instead. Next to one of the floor lamps behind the desk was Bruce Wayne. [Y/N] couldn’t believe how tall he was, he’d always seemed shorter in photos, but he was at least six foot two. He was wearing a three-piece charcoal gray suit that highlighted how fair his skin was. He reminded [Y/N] of a Victorian portrait; beautiful and haunting. He looked up when they entered, offering them a small smile before his expression changed. His face shifted from peaceful and welcoming to pure rage and hatred. [Y/N] froze in fear when they noticed the shift.

“Uh, come in!” Bruce heard a startled voice respond to the knock at the office next door.

“Hi, Mr. Wayne is here now. He’d like to meet you.” “Uh, yeah, yeah, of course. I’ll come out.” He heard Kevin explain that their offices were connected, and he heard the second heartbeat speed up. His new assistant was obviously anxious, and he felt a sting of pity for them. The first day at Wayne Enterprises was nerve-wracking for any new hire, and he could imagine it would be even more so for someone meant to work directly under Bruce Wayne himself. He would keep their introductions brief and allow them time to get settled in their new role. He heard the soft knock on the door and responded for them to enter. They paused a beat before entering, and he once again attributed it to nerves. He didn’t like that his mere existence caused another person such anxiety, and he fought the urge to frown, knowing that it would make him seem even less inviting. He turned his head when they finally entered, fixing a slight smile upon his face. He opened his mouth to greet them when the scent hit him. It immediately set his throat ablaze, thirst burning through him like wildfire. His whole body tensed, shifting from man to predator. It was all he could do to lock up his body to prevent him from lunging at them, biting their throat, quenching the thirst, and putting the burning to rest. After half a second, he found his voice, but his words came out in a growl. “Get out! Now!” he roared. That was all they needed to turn and flee back to their own office, shoving the door shut behind them.

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Leaving on a Jet Plane

Fandom: DC, Batman, Bruce Wayne, gn!Reader

Word Count: 1841

TW: Heartbreak, Goodbye, Angst, Kissing, Talks of Danger/Potential Death

Inspired by "Leaving on a Jet Plane" by John Denver

The two of you moved silently side-by-side through the airport, hands not touching but so close you could feel the air shift between you as you walked. Though it was so early that the sun was barely breaking over the tops of the buildings outside, crowds of people still stopped, pointed, stared, and snapped pictures as you went, but you ignored them. After six months, you had gotten used to the attention that followed you and your boyfriend wherever you went. Or more accurately, wherever he went.

As you approached the security checkpoint, you sighed and turned to Bruce sadly. “Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye.”

But Bruce just smiled, “Sure, we could, but I figured we would wait until the plane started boarding.”

“What do you mean?” Your face pinched in confusion. “No one is allowed past security without a ticket.”

“Did you forget that I am a billionaire who can very easily afford to purchase a ticket I have no intention of using?” He reached into his inside jacket pocket and produced a boarding pass. “Or that Wayne Industries owns a 75% stake in this airport so it probably wouldn’t have been a problem either way?”

A soft smile spread across your face. “You didn’t have to do that, Bruce.”

“I know. But I want to spend every last minute I can with you before you leave.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before drawing you into his chest. Your arms encircled him, dropping your bags as you buried your face into his chest, hoping it would hide your tears from the surrounding public. The last thing you wanted was for your picture to end up on the cover of tomorrow’s paper with tears running down your face. But you had been dreading saying goodbye to Bruce for days, the loneliness already settling in your chest. The thought that you could have even a little more time with him, that he had gone to all this trouble to make it happen, meant the world to you.

Once you had managed to compose yourself, you released your hold on him and gathered your bags once more. The two of you passed quickly and effortlessly through security. Once you got through to the other side, Bruce took your hand and began walking with purpose down the crowded corridors. He led you straight to the door of the VIP Lounge but before he could open the door, you stopped him.

“No offense, Bruce, but I would rather not sit in there for the next hour while those elitist assholes stare at us or come over to remark on how you’re slumming it with me.”

Bruce smiled, “Believe me, that won’t happen. Not where I’m taking you.” He offered out his hand as a silent way of asking for your trust, and you took it without hesitation.

Pulling you inside, Bruce hurried towards the back of the lounge. You saw a few men in suits stand up from their chairs as you passed, heard the quiet whispers of “Is that Bruce Wayne?”, and felt the weight of every eye in the space, but Bruce never hesitated. When you finally got to the very back of the room, he walked up to an unmarked door and punched in a code on the nearby keypad. A light flashed on the panel, and the door swung open.

As he pulled you inside, you gasped. The room was full of top-of-the-line televisions, gaming systems, coffee machines, and massage chairs, as well as luxury couches. But the best part was the two of you were the only people there.

You turned to face Bruce. “What is this place?”

“It’s the owner’s lounge. Only a few people have access and I made sure none of them would be using it today.”

“Really? So… we have this room completely to ourselves until I have to board?” you asked excitedly.

“Correct,” he said. “And there are plenty of ways we can pass the time. TV, video games, there is a foosball table in the corner.”

“Can we… can we just sit on the couch together?” you whispered.

Bruce took your hand with a sad smile. “Of course.”

He led you over to the closest couch before sitting down. You sat next to him then leaned over until you were practically laying with your head in his lap. Neither one of you said a word as he began to trace lines across your bare arms and you sighed contentedly, just savoring his touch on your skin. Closing your eyes, you wished he could just hold you tight like this forever and never let you go.

Yet, after only a few minutes, you broke the peace as you whispered, “I wish you were coming with me.”

“I know, so do I.…. But you also know why I can’t.”

“I do, and that’s why I didn’t ask you to. I know you’ll never truly be able to leave Gotham. Not unless things drastically change. But I can’t stay either. I’m suffocating here, Bruce, and I need out. I need a place I can walk outside at night and not immediately fear for my life. A place where I won’t just be collateral in some lunatic’s twisted game. And with this job offer in London, I finally have a reason to go.”

“And not enough of a reason to stay,” he murmured.

You sat up, cupping his face in your hand as the tips of your fingers played with his dark locks. “Bruce, if I knew I would be your number one priority, I would stay in a heartbeat. We could go buy a wedding ring on the way back to the manor. But the city will always come first for you. Batman will always come first. And I respect that, I really do. But I can’t settle for second place, no matter how much I love you. So, I have to get out of here while I still can.”

“I know. And as much as I want you to stay, part of me will be glad you’ll no longer be at risk from the dangers of Gotham. I would rather lose you this way where I know you are off somewhere safe and happy than lose you to a pine box because you stayed.”

“That’s a little morbid,” you chuckled humorlessly, trying to break the tension.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

An uncomfortable silence fell across the room. You might be escaping that possible fate, but you both knew that Bruce was constantly in much more danger than you had ever been in this city. Every night he went out on patrol was a night he might not come back. And it was a fact neither one of you had ever addressed, yet you both knew it was one of the many facts that was chasing you away. You knew you couldn’t get him to stop his nightly activities, but you also couldn’t bear to be here if something went wrong.

Finally, Bruce said, “The day will come when I’ve made enough of a difference you won’t have to be scared to live in Gotham. Maybe then…”

You sighed. “It’s a lovely dream, Bruce. And one I will hope for every day. But until then, I…. I don’t know when I’ll be back. If I’ll be back.”

Bruce nodded slowly. “Well, you know where to find me if you ever need anything. Anything at all, just call or text or email or-”

You pressed your lips against his in order to stop his rambling. Both of you knew what would happen once you left. For the first few weeks, maybe months, the contact would be frequent. Daily check-ins and messages of love. But soon, it would start becoming an every-other-day occurrence as your individual lives drew you farther from each other. And then….. within a year, there was a good chance Bruce would become nothing more than a bittersweet memory. Just a chapter in your past you looked back on fondly and wondered “what-if?”.

But right now, at this moment, you didn’t want to think about that. You wanted to pretend this wasn’t “goodbye”, that it was just “for now”. You wanted to imagine there would be a day in the future when you and Bruce could make things work. No matter how impossible you knew it was.

You hadn’t even realized you had drifted off to sleep, lulled by the steady beat of Bruce’s heart, until he was shaking you awake. “Darling, we have to go.”

Reluctantly, you got to your feet and gathered up your belongings. Taking his hand once more, you allowed Bruce to lead you back through the VIP lounge and into the main terminal. In less time than you had hoped, the two of you were standing in front of your gate and it appeared as if they were about to start loading up. At the same time he bought a ticket for himself, Bruce had slyly upgraded your ticket to first-class so you were going to be one of the first ones to board. And while you appreciated the thought, it also meant you would have to leave him that much sooner.

As he watched you stare anxiously at the doors to the plane, Bruce took your hand. “I have a ticket. I could go with you to make sure you get settled then fly back.”

You smiled at him as you ran your thumb over his cheek. “Thank you, Bruce. But this is hard enough as it is. If you came with me, I would never let you go.”

He nodded softly as he looked at the ground. Then, suddenly, he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. You returned the embrace, your hands clutching frantically to the back of his jacket as if you could hold on tight enough that you wouldn’t have to leave.

After a moment, he shifted, and you felt his nose trailing across the side of your face. Turning your head slightly, you let his lips crash into yours. The kiss was passion, and pain, and love, and heartbreak all rolled into one. It was the promise of a future and an acknowledgment of the finality of this moment. And though you wanted nothing more than to spend your life with this man, deep down you knew this was goodbye.

The kiss continued even as you heard the announcement for first-class to board. Once, twice, three times they called but neither one of you heeded the sound. It wasn’t until you heard the final first-class boarding call that you finally broke away, your head still leaning against his.

Holding your face in his hand, Bruce whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

But then you tore from his grasp, quickly turning and hurrying towards the loading doors. With your head raised and your shoulders back, you walked briskly onto the plane. And you didn’t look back.

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pendragon-writes · 2 years

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𝐵𝓇𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎𝓃𝑒 “𝐵𝒶𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓃”

❤️=Romantic 🧸=Child/Teen Reader 💙=Platonic

💊=Hurt/Comfort 💛=Fluff 🌎=Au 📖=Series

Shopping lists and Night Skies 🧸💛💙 Teen!Male!Reader

Broken Bones 💙💊💛❤️ Bat!Dad!Reader (Multi)

#batman #batman x male reader #batman x gn!reader #x male reader #male reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x male reader #bruce wayne x gn!reader #gn reader #gn!reader #batman x teen!reader #bruce wayne x teen!reader #dc x male reader #dc x gn!reader

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gotham-daydreams · 7 months

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A platonic Yandere Batfam series.

(I need a better name for this series-)

[General Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, No one is having a good time, Angst, Usual Yandere Tendencies]

Parts

Part 1 (Not Tonight)

Part 2 (Not Here)

Part 3 (in the works...) [Teaser/Sneak Peak]

Part 4 (coming soon)

Asks

How do Damian, Babs, and Steph become Yandere for the reader (with more details on Tim)

How did the Reader Get Adopted

(Before Pt.3) How Will the BatFam Find the Reader, How Would The Reader Do In One-On-One Fights With the BatFam, and How Would A Kidnapping Go (a non-canon one)

Damian is the Most Forgivable

What Would Happen if the Reader Wasn't In Gotham?

Is it Possible for a Villian to Become Obsessed with the Reader Like the Batfam

(Before Pt.3) Discussion on How Y/n Feels

Ruining the Batfam's Reputation By Shitting On Them in an Interview with Louis Lane

(Winning Over Louis Means That Clark Kent's Seal of Approval is Removed)

The Reader and Batfam Sitting Down to Talk About Their Issues, but Harley Quinn is Their Therapist

Alfred is Kind Of the Mastermind

(He's just too good.)

(How far has he gone.)

(Why didn't he do anything before the reader left.)

([Generally] What would happen if the Reader saw/referred to Alfred as their Dad/something similar to that.)

What is Reader's Age

(Before Pt. 4) Would the Roomate Help the Reader?

Would The Roomate Help + Do They Know Batfam's Identities?

Some Members of the Batfam Being Able to Play Instruments with the Reader

(Before Pt. 4) Batfam Trying to Manipulate Reader Into Coming Back Home On Their Own

What if Reader wasn't a Overachiever

What Would Happen if Reader Snapped, and the Batfam Found Out About Their Life Much Sooner

(Before Pt.4) How Resistant Would Reader Be to Getting Kidnapped, and Would They Try to Escape

How Would the Batfam React to Reader Going Insane

How Would the Batfam React if the Reader Escaped and Went Off the Radar for a Few Weeks, and Would They Actually Be Able to Achieve This?

If the Reader Tried to Give Being a Vigilante a Try, but Their First Attempt Goes Wrong

How Would the Batfam Celebrate the Reader's Birthday When They're Kidnapped

Has the Reader Made a Song for Batman

#platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #gn reader #sibling reader #yandere dc #yandere x gn reader #platonic yandere #neglected reader #yandere alfred #yandere batman #yandere jason todd #yandere dick grayson #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #yandere cassandra cain #yandere bruce wayne

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klemen-tine · 2 months

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Glass Bones and Paper Skin Part 3

Platonic! Bruce x Model! GN! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Hint at suicide, Body Issues, Eating problems (not a disorder), Child Neglect, stalking, Partner Abuse

Part 1

Part 2

@problematicreblogger and @wpdarlingpan Since you guys wanted to be tagged lol

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Y/N sat in the bathtub in the guest room. It’s been three days since they arrived, saw the photos, and the creepy trophy room. Three days since their conversation with Dick, finding out that they had all been on their terrace and taking photos of them. Stalking them.

They wrapped their arms tighter around their legs, resting their chin on sharp knees and staring at the porcelain tiles and gold facet. Three days of walking on egg shells, somehow managing to evade most attempts in hanging out with the siblings and Bruce, and only really seeing them at meals. Y/N hasn’t built up the nerve to ask about the trophy room, but Y/N knows that everyone in the house knows that Y/N knows of the two rooms. They know of the photos, the ones taken without their permission or knowledge, and the clothes that have redefined their modeling career.

Sighing, Y/N stared at their pruning hands and the now cool water. The bubbles dissolved a long time ago and the essential oils had become diluted enough that the scents no longer permeated the air.

Finally dressed in a robe, lotion and oil on their skin and face and teeth washed, Y/N exited the bathroom and screamed at the sight of Jason on their bed. In the midst of their panic they threw the brush at the larger man, who caught it skillfully.

“Wha-what is wrong with you? No-wait, why are you in my room?” Y/N walked around the large bed to where all their clothes are kept. Their eyes not leaving Jason’s imposing figure that was currently resting on their bed.

“I knocked.” Y/N rolled their eyes, “I didn’t ask if you knocked, why are you in my room?” Jason shrugged, “Just felt like I haven’t talked to you in a bit.” Jason and Y/N’s relationship was like that of dragons in the old ages. Full of history and non-existent.

Jason was already dead by the time Y/N had entered the Manor. A small body buried in the Wayne gravesite. In hindsight, Y/N’s timing had been awful. Moving in when Tim basically forced Batman to take him in as a Robin, Dick’s and Bruce’s relationship had worsened, Jason was dead for about a year, and Alfred had still been grieving. Truly a terrible time to join a family. Y/N could taste the tension when they had first moved in, and they understood immediately that they were just another unneeded burden.

A 13-year-old Y/N cried in their bathroom, mourning their mother who had loved the fame more than them, the friends that loved Y/N for Y/N, and the life on the West Coast that they were now expected to continue on the East Coast.

The unfairness of it all.

“What do you want to talk about?” Y/N asked, rummaging through the drawers and finding a nice shirt and some nice jeans.

“Hmm, oh you know, the casual how are you doing? How’s the model-life? Any fun stories you have? What have you been doing lately?” Y/N started changing in the bathroom, keeping the door cracked so they could hear the questions.

When Y/N reemerged, now fully dressed and the robe hanging on the back of the door, they smiled at Jason, “I’m doing good, kind of tired but that's to be expected because of the ‘model-life.’ The fun stories I have are more of traveling around the world and seeing different cultures and eating good food.

“As of late, I’ve been thinking about getting a cat.” Jason’s brow raised, “You travel though.” Y/N nodded, “Yeah, some models travel with their pets and I think that's what I plan to do. They’re easier to travel with than a dog, and I don’t think a dog would like my condo.” Jason nodded, “You could always leave it here. The little spawn would take care of it.”

“I can’t do that to the family. It’s my pet and should be my responsibility.” Jason hummed, “Is it because you don’t want to visit?” The air stilled and blue eyes met E/C. Jason didn’t look bothered, if anything he seemed relaxed about the whole thing, “It’s fine if that's the reason. I hate being here too.”

Jason came back as a dead person Y/N knew not to talk about. From the stairways, they would watch Jason storm out after a bad argument with Bruce. Unable to completely understand what exactly was going on, but from the hushed conversations they knew it was something they didn’t want to know about.

“I don’t hate being here, I just don’t have reason to visit other than Alfred.” Jason continued to stare at them, “Not even for ‘family.’”

“Jason, when have you ever looked at me and saw a sibling?” Jason didn’t banter with Y/N, never showed interest or any inclination that Y/N even existed. Y/N is pretty sure that to Jason, Y/N is just a stranger living in the manor.

Y/N wonders if they will see Jason’s temper. Will it appear like the monster hidden in the closet, waiting for the right time to lash out at anything? Y/N has heard the screaming matches, the threats, the holes in the walls from Jason. For someone who has killed people, Y/N wonders if they should really be mucking around with Jason.

When Y/N looks at Jason, they see the middle child of a family that had other priorities. Once upon a time, Jason was the youngest and loved by Bruce, but then younger Robins came. Jason died, and while never replaced, Robin was.

When Y/N looks at Jason, they see the middle child of a family that Y/N is not a part of.

They are not siblings. Not cousins, relatives, they are not even friends. Barely acquaintances if Y/N is honest. Which is fine. Y/N has gotten over the hurt and feelings of loneliness.

It is just Y/N against the world, with Alfred partially in their corner. Not fully. Never fully because Alfred will always be in the Wayne family’s corner, and Y/N is not a Wayne.

Jason sighed, “Mmm, I guess that night when you took a beating from that one dude for not getting in the car.” Y/N paused in brushing their hair, mind reeling and slowly turning their head to look at Jason who was instead picking at his nails. Y/N opened their mouth, but Jason beat them to it, “You went out partying, like almost every high schooler does, and your boyfriend was drunk.”

“Just get in the car, Y/N!”

“No! You’re drunk and you said you’d stay sober!”

“I am sober, now get in the fucking car!”

“Fuck off!” A 15-year-old Y/N stormed off, turning their back to Marcus Dueller, the then jock of the school. A rough hand grabbed their shoulder and a fist met their face, “You don’t talk to me like that.”

“...Marcus wasn’t my boyfriend.” Jason didn’t show any signs of hearing Y/N, “You took a pretty bad beating, I’ll admit it. I was going to step in once he started choking you, but you took that brick to his head pretty hard.”

Blood splattered across Y/N’s face as Marcus collapsed. The hands around their neck loosening and Y/N took deeply needed gasps of air. Their throat aching and lungs burning as they rolled over onto their hands and knees. Tears pricked their eyes as the pain and realization settled in.

“I called his friends. He was fine, just a concussion.” Marcus and Y/N never talked again, and Marcus’s friends took one look at the bruises on Y/N’s face and neck to understand what had happened.

They all stayed Marcus’s friends, because unlike Y/N, Marcus was loved by his family.

“Then, you walked your beaten ass towards the liquor store.”

“Oh my God! Y/N!” Stacey cried out in shock, and she gently cupped bruised cheeks and watched split lips grow into a smile.

“Can I have that bottom shelf vodka please?”

“Bitch, you need a second shelf from the bottom vodka.” They sat outside of the store, Stacey’s partner taking over the counter as she watched Y/N take swig after swig from the bottle. Her concerned eyes tracing over each and every bruise and cut, down to the clothes they were wearing and scrapes in their knees and hands.

“How many does this make?”

“Seven. Whoever said seven was a lucky number is a liar.”

“Oh Y/N, why do you keep doing this?” Y/N gave Stacey the most beautiful they could muster. Not minding the ache in their cheeks or the burning of alcohol on split lips.

Looking back at it, perhaps Y/N was on a downward spiral. Trying to find love in other people that weren’t the people at home. From ages 13 to 15, Y/N had dated over 9 people. Not one of them made it past two months, and none of them were healthy.

Once Y/N got into modeling, all their attention went into it. Dating and friends were on a standstill as their career and education became a priority. Maybe that was another thing Y/N inherited from Bruce, a known serial dater. Although, Y/N knows for sure that their taste in partners was definitely inherited from their mother.

Some of Y/N’s earliest memories are of M/N getting berated and smacked around by men bigger than her. When they would leave, Y/N would emerge with bandaids and tears on their face. M/N would smile at them, blood from her nose painting her lips red and she would cup soft cheeks and whisper in their ears-

“Diamonds have never been made with gentle hands.” Y/N glared at Jason, who was meeting that glare head on. Now that they are older, Y/N has learned to hate that phrase. They have watched numerous models be in kind and gentle hands and still be beautiful. Still have a loving and healthy relationship with themselves and the other.

Now that they are older, Y/N knows how untrue those words are. Yet, who said those words had to only be applied to romantic partners?

“Now here you are, in your glass castle imitating diamonds.” Y/N’s nose scrunched, “Always the poet, reading the classics.” Jason shrugged, "Someone has to be literate in this messed up family. Sure as hell ain’t Bruce.” Y/N rolled their eyes, “So what? That still does not explain anything. More importantly, why now then?” Why was it now that they decided to make a move if they had supposedly been caring for a while now.

Jason smirked, "Because finally, Bruce sees it too.” Y/N narrowed their eyes and watched with pursed lips as the bigger and stronger man got up from the bed, and walked over to them, “I’d wear comfortable shoes, Y/N. You’re going out with Bruce and the little spawn today.”

“Wait, what do you mean Bruce finally sees it too? What is there to see?” Jason smiled at him, and it looked more of a monster preening at it’s prey. Callused hands reached up and traced the small, almost invisible scar on Y/N’s upper lip.

“Make sure you smile, the vultures will be there too.”

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“I do think green will look best on you.” Y/N smiled at Damian, “Green looks good everybody, Damian. You just need the right shade.” Between them was an emerald green silk shirt, the price displayed like a bounty and Y/N wanted to walk out of the store once they saw it. Yes, they made a lot of money, but Y/N also knows what it means to be frugal.

Damian raised an eyebrow and continued to judge the piece as if it had insulted the family. Y/N set the shirt down and continued to peruse the aisles. Their eyes looking at all the clothing and trying to predict what will be in style. What could they use to match or create their own trend? It is still winter, meaning layers will still be necessary but how to make a stylish outfit when there needs to be layers.

“Do you see anything you want, Y/N?” They jumped a bit, and whirled around to see Bruce smiling at them. Those blue eyes, intense like winter rivers, roamed over what Y/N was looking at and he raised a well groomed eyebrow, “Do you want that one?”

“N-no, no thank you. I’m just looking.” Bruce hummed, and wrapped a large arm around Y/N’s bony shoulders and brought them close. He pressed his lips against his temple, an unusual act of affection towards his kids but everyone will chalk it up to Y/N being a model and still young. Bruce whispered against Y/N’s skin, “Just let me know what you want, and I will get it for you.”

‘If I want to be left alone?’ Y/N didn’t voice it, but they didn’t have too. Bruce’s grin was sharp, “Within reason, Y/N.” A chill ran down Y/N’s spine and they swallowed down the bile threatening to come up.

“I have money, Bruce. I can buy my own stuff.” Bruce picked up a shirt, “Let me spoil you. It is what parents do.”

“You already paid off my condo, that is good enough.” Bruce continued to smile, “That was for the birthdays and holidays I missed while you were with us. I still have to make up for the time when you were with your mother.” Y/N wanted to scream, “How about you donate that then?”

Bruce smiled, “I already do. Let me spoil you.” He kissed Y/N’s temple once more before walking away, eyeing everything the way designers did when critiquing their pieces. Y/N had a feeling that if they didn’t get something from here, the store would be paying the price. Grabbing a sheer halter top and pair of black high waisted pants, Y/N let Damian throw the green top on the small pile and made their way to the check out. The cashier smiled nervously as the Wayne family stood in front of her.

True to Bruce’s promise, he paid for the three articles of clothes, the pair of shoes, the jewelry, the accessories, the–

“I think that is enough.There are a lot of bags, and while I appreciate it, I really don’t need anymore stuff.” Y/N placated Bruce and Damian, already picturing the amount of trips it will be to take everything back home. The man seemed satisfied though, smiling and shrugging his shoulders, “If you insist. How about some lunch now?”

Y/N wanted to decline. They wanted to go back to the manor and get away from everybody. The feeling of walking on eggshells and constantly being watched had their skin crawling and the need to take another bath. Bruce wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulder and brought them close, and Damian took up their other side.

“You’re acting more as a bodyguard than a father it seems.” Bruce smiled, “We’re having a nice family outing. I’d hate it if one of your ‘followers’ interrupted." Y/N furrowed their brow, but they could not stop their body from tensing, “Someone is following us?”

“Unfortunately.” The photos they saw in their old room re-emerged and a feeling of dread seized their muscles, making them lean further into Bruce. Yes, they were once all Robins, but not once in those photos taken from their terrace was there ever a reflection of the Bat.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’ll make sure they won’t take any of you.”

“How… how do you know its not you they want a photo of?” Bruce smiled, guiding them into a fancy restaurant, Damian requesting a table away from the windows, "Because they all know not to follow me.” There was something akin to a warning in Bruce’s voice that had Y/N biting their lips and following the wait staff quietly.

Y/N watched as Damian and Bruce conversed casually, well, as casually as Damian can be. The topics went from school, a family named the Kents, and future prospects. Damian was still unsure about what exactly it is he wanted to do, and it most likely didn’t help that Tim was the one who was going to take over Wayne Enterprises.

Y/N continued to eat and sip their tea, not wanting to add to anything as their mind wandered. After talking to Jason, it proved to Y/N that they were somewhat always being watched. Jason bringing up that one specific memory may have made Y/N’s heart rate spike, but it did prove that Jason was there. The photos, all of them that were taken without Y/N’s consent, show that everyone had at some point gained interest.

However, why did they never act on it? Why wait until now to do something?

‘Bruce finally sees it too.’ Y/N’s jaw clenched, what does Bruce have to do with any of this? Could they not interact without Bruce’s permission? Alfred would never allow that.

Would he?

“What do you think, Y/N?” The question jolted Y/N out of their thoughts and back into reality. Looking around the table to two expectant gazes, they gave an apologetic smile, “Sorry. I was thinking about something, what was the question?”

Damian scrunched his nose, “What is there to think about when you have blood-related family members in front of you?” Y/N blinked in shock, and then remembered how much blood meant to Damian. They shrugged, “I have a busy schedule coming up.”

Bruce stabbed the piece of steak with the silver fork, “You do, don’t you.” He stared at his child, one who he has left to their own devices and now is estranged from the family. Always keeping them at arms length, and never looking back to see if they are behind them. Not because Y/N trusts them to be, but because Y/N was used to them not being there.

Y/N, for how proud Bruce is of them for standing on their own, is still naive. Still innocent. They didn’t notice the paparazzi lurking around, or maybe they got so used to them they learned to block them out. None of it sat right with Bruce. Those should have been things he taught Y/N. Things to prepare Y/N for a world that was bathed in camera flashes and gossip. How to look out for themselves. How to defend themselves, and what to do in case there is a stalker. Those should have been at least a fraction of what Bruce taught them.

Yet, he never did any of that. Looking at Y/N sitting across from him, sitting tall and with a closed-off expression, had Bruce frowning. Y/N was still polite, smiled when they needed to and engaged in conversation, but there was still a wall between them. Almost like glass. Bruce is able to see everything and hear almost everything, but his ability to interact with his child is limited. All interactions stopped by the wall of glass put up by Y/N themselves.

It's a good thing that Batman breaks glass windows on a daily basis.

“You have some shoots in New York, will you be visiting afterwards?” Bruce watched Y/N’s eyes widen and lips pursed. He could see the breaking point, cracks spreading throughout the glass as Y/N’s mind tried to wrap around the question.

“How–”

“Is it odd for a parent to know their child’s schedule?” Y/N blinked, and processed the information. A tight smile formed on their lips, “How long have you known my schedule?” Bruce took a bite of the steak and Damian continued to eat his plate of some fancy pasta.

“Now Y/N-”

“How long have you known my schedule?” Damian glanced up, irritated at their father being cut off, but the look on Bruce’s face had him settling down. The man was smiling, non-threateningly but all Y/N could see was the Bruce that had stood before them in the changing room after Gabanna’s runway show. The same eyes, full of intentions that had Y/N shivering and the money, power, and background to act on those intentions.

“Like I have said, Y/N. I am making up for the lost time and neglect you have faced within our home.”

“And I have said, Bruce, there is nothing to make up. That still does not answer my question about you knowing my schedule.” The cracks were spreading, chipping away and becoming weaker.

“What parent doesn’t know-”

“Don’t repeat that sentence. Bruce, you know what I am asking and you keep avoiding it. Who told you my schedule?” An emotion other than faux politeness finally filtered into Y/N’s voice, making the question sound firm and unlikely to bend or be swept away with Bruce’s elusivity. He smiled, “Oh Y/N, did Maya not tell you? GLM Agency has been under new agency since last year. Wayne Industries is now the parent of GLM Agency.”

Y/N stared at Bruce in confusion, their pretty face twisting as the words registered with them. Everything crashed on Y/N, like glass shattering and bathing them in their shards. The guest room that is identical to their bedroom at home, the clothes that are from their closet, the two rooms full of their photos and mannequins wearing their iconic looks, that fucking Batman-inspired piece of clothing.

“Y/N.” They’re walking away from the table, head lost in thought and body moving on autopilot. The need to get away from everyone was overpowering the logical part of their mind, and Y/N is walking towards the front door of the restaurant. Pushing the glass doors open, and being bombarded by flashes from cameras.

“Y/N, what do you have to say about your mother?” A 13-year-old Y/N was guided out of the condo by police officers. Eyes rimmed red from crying and their only source of comfort was the blanket they managed to snag before being escorted out.

“Were you aware of your mother’s drug-use?”

“Are you on drugs?” A 17-year-old Y/N walked past the paparazzi, keeping their eyes forward even though they wanted to snarl at that person.

“Y/N! Look over here!”

“Look!”

“Over here!”

A large hand gripped their arm guided Y/N through the crowd and towards the parking lot where the car was. The large body blocking the photos and shielding them from the flashing of cameras that had thrown Y/N back in time. Once inside the safety of the metal box on wheels, Y/N became aware of their rapid breathing and the feeling of their heart pounding. Irregular beats and sweat began to form on their skin as they struggled to take a breath. Just one breath.

The hand that had guided them to the car grabbed their wrist and placed it on a large and firm chest, emphasizing the deep breaths that Y/N needed and wanted to take. Rough fingers gently traced their cheek, up to their ear, and then to their hair. Gently bringing Y/N back to the present.

“Shh shh, it’s okay Y/N. It’s okay. You’re safe.” E/C eyes drifted around the car, and closed once they saw the person’s reflection.

“Father, those vermin have been cleared. All of them will be getting in trouble.”

“Thank you, Damian.” Y/N rested their head against the glass and fought down the need to jump out of the car. Bruce eyed Y/N, and what made it worse was there was an apologetic look on his face.

“Y/N, I… I am sorry. I thought Maya had told you.”

“Seems like your manager isn’t doing their job if you didn’t know. You should get a new one.”

“Don’t talk about her like that,” Y/N mumbled, feeling a headache forming and they wanted nothing more than to curl under the covers and die. They could feel Damian’s pointed look through the seat, “Maya is a great manager. She will not be replaced.” Damian sneered, “She didn’t even inform you of the change in ownership.”

“Because it does not concern me. As long as I am able to get booked and get to my destinations, it does not matter who is in charge.” Y/N paused, “Although, now it looks like nepotism.”

Bruce huffed at his child’s overdramaticness, "It's not nepotism. I had no say in what shows you did or who booked them.”

“But you had a say in what clothes I wore.” Ice filled the car and Bruce gave Y/N a long look.

“Just that one piece, and I asked her to do it. She didn’t have to do it.” Y/N laughed, long and hollow as they turned their head to Bruce, “Of course she had to do it. Bruce Wayne is asking for a commission piece, who would turn it down without risking their reputation?” The man sighed, “Y/N, I submitted a commission piece. That is the only thing I had a hand in throughout your modeling career.”

“Others won’t believe that.”

“Who cares what others think.” Y/N whipped their head around to Damian, “I do. I do a lot actually. I care a lot about what my fellow models say and think about me.” The boy rolled his eyes, “Why? Their opinions don’t matter.”

“And your’s do?”

“We are family!”

“By blood, yeah! That’s as far as it goes.” Damian looked ready to snarl out more remarks, but the abrupt parking of the car had both of them pausing. They were already at the manor, and Y/N wondered just how fast was Bruce driving to get them here so quickly.

Y/N was quick to jump out of the car, “I will grab those bags later. Please don’t make Alfred take them.” Bruce followed, “Y/N.”

“No! No, ‘Y/N’ or anything. I want to be left alone.” Y/N pushed open the manor’s front door, and they wonder how many times they have snuck in and out of these doors before. Was it really even sneaking out if someone knew?

“Y/N, we need to talk about this.” There was something in Bruce’s voice that stoked the right ember within Y/N’s chest. Whipping around, they glared at the two Waynes, “For fuck’s sake, I just want to be left alone! I was fine with how things were. None of this-this- whatever the hell this is!

I was fine on my own. I was fine without you guys. I would have been fine if you stayed away!” Bruce didn’t even look bothered that Y/N was yelling, in fact the asshole looked relieved. He gave a patient smile with fake concern in those blue eyes, “The thing is though Y/N, you never should have done it on your own.”

Y/N rolled their eyes, “Where the hell did all of this even come from?! This… this sudden need to be part of my life? You’re not even being subtle about it!” They were drawing a crowd, but Y/N couldn’t even bring themselves to care.

“I keep telling you, it does. Not. Bother. Me that you all were inattentive. It doesn’t make me mad, it doesn’t make me upset, it doesn’t stir anything within me knowing you were not there. Yet here you are trying to make it up and all that nonsense, but when I tell you that it's fine you don’t listen!

“It genuinely seems that you are not doing this for me, but to ease your guilt.” Bruce met Y/N’s gaze, and it appeared they were in their own little showdown. Bruce’s gaze, not showing a hint of anger or irritation at his child while Y/N seethed. For once, Y/N looked liked the wild one in the family. Their teeth bared and eyes full of unadulterated rage, they glared at Bruce with the face of a raging angel.

They hated how Bruce’s lips pulled into a smile, and the feeling of gloating eyes falling on their body from all their siblings. Like they all knew something Y/N didn’t.

“Bruce finally sees it too.”

Y/N pocketed that thought, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down. Nothing intelligent was ever said when angry–

“So tell your big brother Y/N, how do you expect us to trust you on your own when you can’t even notice someone on your terrace?”

– Fuck it. Intense E/C eyes landed back on Bruce, “If you bought GLM Agency a year ago, why now?” Bruce continued to stare into Y/N’s eyes, “Because it seemed like you needed a break from Gotham. So, I figured a year away would be good.”

Y/N narrowed their gaze, “Then why didn’t you call?”

“Because it looked like you needed a break.” Y/N chuckled, “I needed a break, or you needed time to get those rooms set up?” Bruce raised a brow, but Y/N continued on, “It's one thing to have photos from some photoshoots but not photos taken without my consent. Or the clothes I’ve worn on mannequins with almost the exact same physique as me.”

“They are exact.” Y/N tore their gaze away from Bruce to stare at Tim, the thin and exhausted looking teen standing above them on the stairway. Chapped lips opened, “We used the measurements within the modeling database and created mannequins that have your exact measurements.”

Y/N gaped at him for a quick second before rolling their eyes, “Wow. That’s not helping your guys’ case at all.” Dick approached them, going for a placating gesture and an easy smile, “Now Y/N, I think you might be overreacting–”

“I think I am underreacting to all of this. I find out that you all have been taking secret photos of me, which someone them are from my ‘stalker’ and I don’t really believe that but whatever, you have access to my bank account, you bought the modeling agency I work for, commissioned a Batman-inspired piece, and that you have been keeping some of runway pieces on models that are exactly my measurements!

How else am I supposed to be reacting?! And I still don’t have my phone back!” Y/N snapped at Dick, and then began to rub their temples when the headache got worse. An Aspirin, they need an Aspirin. Now, preferably but Y/N has the strangest sense that even if they did take it, the headache would not go away.

“Whatever, just… I’m going home tomorrow and whatever was bought today just… just ship it. Since you know my address and all that apparently.” Y/N began walking up the stairs, ignoring the panicked looks some of their ‘siblings’ were giving them and the dark look on Bruce’s face.

Dick, ever the peacemaker, reached out, “Wait, you can’t go back yet! You still have a few more weeks before your next shoot. Just stay for a few more days.”

“Add kidnapping and being held against my will to that list too.” Y/N continued walking, feeling exhausted and wanting to sleep. They missed the nod Bruce gave Tim and Damian, and they missed the dark and knowing looks on Jason’s and Dick’s face. The walk back to the room was long, and more exhausting than usual. The events of today caught up to them and Y/N wanted nothing more than to cry, scream, and then go to sleep.

Because why not.

“Y/N, you are making a mistake.” Dick followed after their younger sibling, who only sped up to get away from them. The man grabbed Y/N’s forearm, “Y/N, listen! You don’t want to do this.”

“What is ‘this’ you are talking about Dick? I am literally just going home. It is not a big deal.” Y/N tried to pull their arm away from Dick, but to no avail.

“It's how you are doing it Y/N. All we want is to spend time with you and make up for the lost time!” Y/N wanted to scream at Dick, but held it in and instead gritted out, “Why didn’t you do it normally then? Like… texting or calling.” Dick pouted, those blue eyes looking sad and his lower lip jutting out like a toddler, “We missed you, and we just wanted to see you.”

Y/N’s face was scrunched, their mouth open in disgust, “How can you say that with that look on your face as if you all weren’t the ones who ignored me?” Dick looked heartbroken and some part of Y/N felt bad about that. They remembered the room with the photos and the other side of Dick that they saw only a few days ago. Their body seized in terror, but Y/N tried to keep their expression neutral.

“Look, Dick, once again I am not mad about how my time here was spent. I’m genuinely not. But you guys keep throwing it back in my face and saying such contradicting things, of course I’m going to get upset about it.” They are trying to be civil. Trying so desperately to be civil and it feels like it is not working. Old wounds and painful memories continued to be dragged out of the crevices of their minds like it was some type of zoo attraction.

A 16-year-old Y/N stared at the shattered mirror, tears racing down their face as they stared at their broken reflection. All they could see were the imperfections everyone continued to call out. Comparing them to their mother, to other models, to society’s twisted views of beauty that Y/N is trying to be.

If their mother was alive, would she know what to say? Would she gaze at them with those soft eyes and long lashes, smiling beautifully and whispering, “Diamonds have never been made with gentle hands.” Continuing to remind Y/N that modeling was not a gentle job. It wasn’t a job for those with paper skin or glass bones. Those easily hurt by the meanest of comments, nastiest looks, and the horrendous words never made it in this industry.

Would this have been easier if they had the support of Bruce and his kids?

Labored breaths and broken sobs filled room-turned-practice room as the mirrors caught the sight of a teenager breaking down. Crumbling and shattering under the pressure, pricking their fingers as they cleaned up the broken mirror and picking up their shattered image.

It will be those same mirrors that watched those broken shards form their glass castle, posing as diamonds to deter others from trying to break in.

Y/N continued to walk down the long hallway, ignoring Dick’s calls and locking the door behind them. It was only 2pm, and Y/N had plans to sleep the rest of the day. They had no bags to pack, and nothing here they felt like taking. All they needed to do is sleep the day away, which will be easy, wake up tomorrow, call a cab and skedaddle out of here.

“Thats all we have to do, Y/N.” They closed their eyes for what only felt like a few minutes, until jostling and whispers of their name had them groggily opening their eyes. A yawn escaping them and their eyes struggled to open.

“Why are you in my room?” Tim gave a small huff, “Its dinner time.” Y/N buried their face in their pillow, groaning out a ‘not hungry.’ The young man hummed, “I think you should come down for this one, Y/N. You might get the answers you want.”

“Not interested.” Tim leaned down, his breath tickling Y/N’s ear, “You’re glass castle is shattering, Y/N. Don’t you want help fixing it?” Y/N wanted to swing. They wanted to do something to get their point across that they wanted almost nothing to do with this crazy family anymore.

They opted to glare, and Tim gave a soft smile, “C’mon, lets go eat. Besides, Alfred said that the cab won’t be coming for you if you don’t eat dinner.”

“Alfie!” Y/N groaned into the pillow, and they had stopo themselves from throwing up their arms and legs in a fit. Leave it to Alfred to do something so diabolical. Groaning one more time, Y/N sat up and mentally braced themselves for this shitshow of a dinner.

E/C eyes looked at the door they know they locked, and chose that whatever little bickerment that will start was not worth it at this point in time. Throwing their legs over the bed, they followed Tim out of the room and towards the dining room.

Everyone was there, and waiting for Y/N to appear. Once again, they were made to sit between Bruce and Damian, which they did so with little complaint.

“Now, Y/N, it looks like everyone has some explaining to do.” Y/N gave Bruce the driest most unimpressed face they could muster, to which the man took with a smile, “So, what questions do you want answered?”

‘They’re really doing this.’ Y/N could feel another headache forming, but decided to take the brightly colored bait. Looking at Jason, who was meeting their gaze with his green eyes waiting for this question, Y/N asked, “What did you mean when you said ‘Bruce sees it too.’” The man smirked, meeting Bruce’s eyes and back to Y/N, “Exactly that. The old man finally sees what you are to this messed up family.”

Y/N narrowed their gaze, taking a bite of the pasta, and chewing slowly. Dick decided to chime in, “Y/N, you have been loved by us for a while. Something you probably pieced together, but Bruce took a while to see it because… well because you’re not us.”

“Not like, you’re not Robin, but more like you’re not…”

“You’re fragile.” Everyone’s head turned to Damian, and Y/N had half the idea to be upset about that. They raised an eyebrow, but before they could say anything Damian continued, “You are not meant for this life we lead. Vigilantism never suited you, and that is something I picked up on when I first came here.”

When Damian had first met Y/N, it was like seeing a rare flower that had to be protected at all costs. Y/N was something that at the slightest gesture, could be hurt. When people come across something ethereal like that, the need to protect it can be divided into two different directions.

Hovering or distancing.

Bruce chose to distance himself, whether he knew it or not, and Damian had followed suit. He watched as his older sibling hovered from a distance, watching the rare flower bloom before it was finally the right time to engage with it.

“Y/N, it isn’t so much that I didn’t want to interact with you, it is that I didn’t know how.” Bruce looked into his child’s eyes, “How could I interact with someone who needed gentle hands, when there is not a gentle bone in my body.” Bruce’s hands have broken more bones than the human body has. He has scars on his skin and calluses on the palm of his hands.

“It took me a while to figure out why, but once I did, your absence became suffocating.” Everyone had been gasping for air, doing everything in their power for the slightest piece of oxygen. It was the fear of Y/N being harmed that kept them collared and chained to the photos, every interview, every runway show.

However, Bruce knows that every now and then, children should be able to spread their wings and fall. Y/N ended up flying, soaring above them and never looking back down. Bruce, and the family, decided to give Y/N a year. Just one on their own. This gave them all plenty of time to improve the glass terrarium that they wanted Y/N to be placed back in. This time they will be protected and paid attention too.

“When everyone stated that I can finally see the impact you have on this family, it means I have to come to terms with the fact that I no longer want to be hands off with your life and career.” Y/N’s brow furrowed, not liking the term ‘hands off.’

“You have done great on your own. A fabulous job. Clawing your way up and making a name for yourself, I am so proud of you. Everyone is extremely proud of you.

However, there is no need for you to struggle anymore. You’ve proven yourself, now let us take care of the rest.” Y/N felt shivers go down their spine as they stared at their family in fear. They took in each expression, and when they made eye contact with Jason, the other had a daring look in his eyes. Begging for Y/N to do something, similar to how predators hope for their prey to fight back to make the kill all the more interesting.

“But… But I don’t need your help, Bruce. I can do this on my own.” Bruce’s smile was that of honey, luring in unsuspecting insects and trapping them in its viscous fluid. If Y/N were younger, they may have fallen for it. They may have allowed themselves to coat their fingers in sugary words and sweet gestures, just so they could feel the love from a father.

“I know. We know, but you don’t need to anymore.”

“Now wait a minute-no. No no no no. You can’t just do that, explain yourself, and expect me to just roll with it.” Y/N set their napkin down, and tried to stand from the table, “I don’t need your help, although thank you for wanting to I guess. I am fine with it just being me and Maya.”

“About that…” Dick grimaced, handing Y/N his phone and pulled up was an article.

Y/N’s eyes widened and the world around them went cold. THey looked back up, “You’re lying.” Dick shook his head, fake empathy across his face as Y/N continued to read the article.

“No. NO this is a joke and a terrible one. Maya would never–”

“They were found in her apartment, Y/N.” The headlines, eerily similar to ones from five year ago, flashed across the small phone screen.

Manager of Model Y/N L/N Suspected of Drug Usage

Y/N wanted to cry. Horrible flashbacks resurfacing and tears pricking their eyes. They turned to Bruce who was still sitting and eating his pasta.

“Bruce, please. I know Maya, she would never do this.” The man said nothing. Y/N bit their lip, “Bruce… Bruce please. If its because of what I said then take that out on me. Please leave Maya out of it.

“Please Bruce! I know Maya. She’d never do that, and–and Bruce please.” Y/N was whimpering now, tears streaming down their face as the thought of losing their manager, the last person they had, nearly had them collapsing to their knees.

“Lets make a deal, Y/N.” Bruce wiped the corner of his lips, and grabbed Y/N’s thin wrist.

“You come home more often, during breaks and whatnot. I won’t have a lot of control over your modeling schedule, but make sure you include time each week for family. The only exception is when you are out of the country.” Y/N stared at Bruce in confusion, but nodded along.

“In return, Maya gets out of trouble. Nothing will change other than the weekly meeting with family.” Y/N can’t breathe. They cannot breathe and there were eyes all on them. Gulping down on whatever air they can get a hold of, Y/N sobbed out, “Why are you going to such lengths?”

Bruce stood, and even though Y/N is tall, no one compares to Bruce’s towering figure. He smiled down at the model, and cupped a wet cheek with a calloused hand. Ice blue eyes stared into watery E/C eyes, and that smile turned too sharp to not be hidden blade, “I told you. It is too make up for lost time. Plus, as those photos suggest, you need protection. What better protection could you have that is not only part of the family, but also vigilantes?

“While it is true that diamonds are never made without pressure, diamond-encrusted jewlery require gentle hands and patience.” Bruce kissed Y/N’s temple, and the model flinched away. Ice blue met their eyes once more, “Now pick, Y/N. Either way, you will still be meeting us once a week, but you can have someone you know at your side or someone under my command.”

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“And cut! Good job everyone!” The flashes from the camera stopped and the stage lighting turned off, no longer blinding everyone within the room. Y/N stood up from the red couch, a smile still on their lips as they thanked the photographers.

“Y/N, as always, perfect shots!”

“Good job Y/N!”

“Thank you for doing this, Y/N!” They continued to smile and acknowledge everyone that passed by, Maya right behind as they walked back to the changing room. Sitting on the couch was Jason’s large form and Tim’s lithe one. Both of them looking up as Y/N entered, ignoring Maya’s flinch.

“You have a birthday gala you need to catch. Come on, change out of that and lets go.” Leave it to Jason to get the message across. Y/N nodded, taking to the changing room where they know their clothes are already waiting for them. They could hear Tim interrogating Maya in the politist way. Clipped words and empty praises.

“Y/N they came out of nowhere! They stormed in and went straight to a vent where these-these drugs were! I’ve never even seen those there before! Let alone know that there was a vent!” Maya cried into Y/N’s shoulder as Dick and Damian watched on.

Emerging from the changing room in jeans and a crew neck, Y/N sighed, “Alright, shall we get going?” Jason stood up and Tim shook Maya’s sweaty hand. Y/N gave his manager a nod, signalling for her to take the rest of the day off. Jason’s large hand rested on the small of Y/N’s back, and Tim led the way to the new car that Bruce bought.

The ride was only two hours, filled with light conversation and catching up. Once at the mansion, Y/N greeted Alfred with a hug. Not as tight as they normally are, but it felt wrong entering the mansion without hugging Alfred. Bruce entered the foyer and grinned, hugging Y/N and kissing their temple.

“Your clothes are in your room, and there is another present on behalf of Damian and Jason.” Y/N nodded, “Thanks, Bruce.” The man smiled, “Come and eat dinner when you are done. We’ll have enough time before the Gala to at least eat something.” Y/N began walking away, each step up the stairs feeling like there was lead on their feet stopping them from going any further.

Once in the room, the locked the door and on the bed was a box and black and gold clothing. The black looking like it was made out of silk, and the gold was sequin. Y/N carefully walked towards the box, and when they lifted the lid, a white kitten mewed at them. Their fur still looking young and their eyes bluer than Bruce’s. They mewed and mewed, and Y/N could feel tears streaming down their face.

In neat cursive and tied around the bow of the box, was a small note, ‘We’ll watch her when you decide to leave the country.’

Y/N bit their lip, and felt as if their world was falling a part once more. Broken glass surrounding them and no matter where they stepped, their feet will end up bleeding. Now forced to rely on their family to carry them out of the mess they made, and now… now there was a lifeform that this family can and most likely will use against them.

Thin fingers gently picked up the cat and gave it a wobbly smile, as she mewed at Y/N. A red collar already around her neck, tied in a perfect bow.

“Y/N, the makeup artists are here. Are you ready?” Wiping their tears, Y/N set the kitten down and took in the black and gold piece once more.

“Not yet, but they can come in. I’ll get dressed afterwards.”

“Alright.” The door opened, despite Y/N locking it, and it was Dick smiling as he let in the two artists who were now scrambling to get set up. Blue eyes traveled from the cat, to the clothes, and back to Y/N. He grinned and stalked closer to his younger sibling that was now being corralled into sitting in front of the makeup artist.

He picked up the kitten and passed her for Y/N to hold, whispering in their ears, “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

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Honestly... I really like this series. I think I'm going to do other stories but in the other characters POV now.

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eyeheartboobiez · 1 year

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬: 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

giving affection: gift giving

• bruce is hella rich. that’s just common knowledge

• so i feel like it’s kinda obvious that he loves to spend money on you

• want to get your hair done? he’s already booked the appointment

• want an expensive necklace to wear at a gala? it’ll be sitting on your dresser by tomorrow

• he missed a date? expect a luxury spa reservation the next day

• this man would literally buy you every star in the sky just to see them twinkle in your eyes (because let’s be honest we all know he has the money to do sumn like that)

• but while bruce absolutely loves to buy you really expensive gifts, he finds himself going towards more sentimental items instead

• one of the most unforgettable gifts he gave you was when he built a public library in your name

• you always had a passion for literature (something you shared with jason) so bruce though it would be the the perfect idea to give you a library for your birthday

• and not just a random one in the manor

• but in the old neighborhood you grew up in

• even though it was still an expensive gift (he didn’t think it cost that much but anyways), the idea of having something you could share with the people you grew up with made your heart swell

• you and bruce love going there together every once and a while to participate in story time (the kids love it)

receiving affection: physical touch

• now we all know that bruce is a whore (where do you think dick gets it from?)

• allowing himself to be vulnerable enough to be intimate with someone is a big deal for him

• even beyond the bedroom, more often then not bruce finds himself enjoying simple touches

• whether it’s the warm embrace of a hug or the reassuring squeeze of your hand

• he just finds comfort in knowing that you’re there

• wherever both of you are making a public appearance, the billionaire is always seen touching you no matter what

• and because he’s a slut for attention; he loves pda

• it’s become a running joke between the two of you to act extra lovey-dovey in front of the kids just to embarrass them

• queue damian asking alfred to show up for his school’s open house rather than you two

• whenever he comes back to the manor at the end of the day, you always make sure to greet him with hugs and kisses and that’s all he could ever ask for

#ﾉ彡☆ [read all about it] — my writing #WOOO BACK IN MY WRITING ERA LETS GOOOO #if there are any spelling errors i apologize🤧#ty abby for helping me <33 #dc #dc headcanon #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne x gn!reader #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne hcs #bruce wayne fanfiction #batman #batman x reader #batman headcanon #batman hcs #batman x gn! reader

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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“Stand Up On Your Toes” w/ BRUCE•W

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Bruce and you are in bed, your partner minimally damaged from his regularly scheduled nightly duties and for once in a long while in bed with you before four in the morning.

You were the only person who could get him to stay his behind home so it was an early night for you too. Normally you’d stay awake till two to monitor everyone before Alfred took over.

You are taking full advantage of said forced bedrest though. So while he’s pouting you’re cuddled up to him and scrolling through TikTok, cause why not? This specific challenge or whatever comes across your screen and you watch it in mild interest.

That is until you get to thinking. Could you do that? It wasn’t a move you pulled out because putting your hands on somebody's dirty floor was not it, but maybe you could do it just this once?

Plus you were in the manner, a speck of dust didn’t land on something for more than five seconds before Alfred was coming after it with extreme prejudice, so the floor definitely wasn’t dirty.

Decision made you climb out of bed. Now Bruce’s gaze had already deviated to you because you’d let the TikTok repeat for a while now but he doesn’t even bother to continue pretending like he was still looking at the notes from the last WE meeting he missed.

You turn the volume up and glance over to see your husband not at all hiding his interest, face open in question. You nod towards the phone.

“I can do that right?”

He hums and reaches over to look at your screen. “You're perfectly capable of a lot of things. I don’t-”

He gives the video a critical look for two beats. When he looks back up to answer his voice is tinged with amusement.

“Can you do this?”

You just grin up at him as Kevin Gates’ deep voice dools out instruction on top of the beat.

Bruce only looks more intrigued, face soft in a way it can’t be outside of the manor, as you bend forward at the waist with your legs spread apart.

“We’re about to find out.”

It would be kinda embarrassing if you face planted or something but you’d find a way to survive.

And Bruce wouldn’t dare laugh. Not where you could tell at least.

Okay, so maybe you can do it. Really well. And maybe - just maybe - you managed to pull a surprise Pikachu face out of Bruce. And maybe you disregarded a little bit of the “rest” part of “bedrest” afterwards. Who’s to say.

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NOTES: It’s short af, but hope you enjoyed!

Alright, so I didn’t get this out for January because I fell asleep so….I’m mostly just mad at myself but yeah.

I know the trend’s not a thing anymore but this is also kinda old, and I don’t really care.

Happy Black History Month!

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dead-sane-stuff · 9 months

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Just Batfam tingz pt 2 ft: batsis. Or bro 🤷

Jason: I dont wanna talk about it

Dick: You sure? I'm a pretty good listener

Jason: Then why didn't you hear me say I don't wanna talk about it

Source: Young Sheldon

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*On a mission*

Tim : if this works then this will be the best day of my entire life

Y/n : damn, your life must really suck.

Source : regular show

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Bruce: Wait you all read (Y/n)'s diary?

Tim : Yeah

Jason: Uh huh

Damian: *Tsk*, what I can stomach

Dick: Oh I just skim through it, to make sure they're not on drugs.

Bruce: W-What does it say?

Dick: It's says "I am not on drugs"

Source: Bob's burgers

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Bruce : (Y/n) sometimes life is hard

Y/n : Bruce sometimes you're a piece of shit.

Source: trailer park boys

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*Red Hood on the News *

Red hood: Yep it was tough, but I can't take all the credit I had a little help from two others.

*Nightwing and (Y/n) in the background*: 😀

Red hood: from my left gun and my right gun 🥰

*Nightwing and (Y/n) in the background*: 😑

Source: bob's burgers

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kimberly-spirits13 · 11 months

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How You Earned the Respect of the Batfam as Tim’s S/O

Basically headcannons on how the Batfam came to like you

Tim:

• He always thought that you were kind and intelligent

• You knew your worth and wouldn’t take less

• He had dated some not so nice people in the past and seeing you really raised his standards

• You weren’t friends with him because of his money whether your family had it or not

• You weren’t in it for the fame or the attention and you were understanding of him

• He felt comfortable around you like he could be himself 100% without judgement

• You were a vigilante that hadn’t interacted with the Batfam expect for Tim

• You had come from an intense assassin training, similar to Bruce’s but had escaped when you decided that everything was just messed up

• You went to Gotham and used the powers you had to manipulate officials around you that you had parents and weren’t just living willy nilly by yourself

• That’s when you enrolled in school and met Tim and you guys hit it off quick

• Tim appreciated that he could text or call you at any time and you wouldn’t complain or make him feel bad

• It didn’t take long for you to find out that he was Red Robin

• No one on earth texts you at 2am on the same block every night for weeks on end

• He felt like there wasn’t anyone who would ever be there for him like you

• Tim liked that he had the ultimate companion during patrols, even if you hadn’t been revealed to the rest of his family

• You’re skilled and he doesn’t have to worry about you getting hurt during patrol or missions

Dick:

• The first time that you two met was when you rushed Tim to the cave because he had gotten badly injured on patrol

• Tim had gotten shot and broken a few ribs and you hauled it to the cave

• Tim wasn’t really conscious during the ride and wasn’t aware that you knew where the cave was/ the entrances

• Everyone was immediately on high alert when some stranger arrived with a near dead Tim

• Dick knew he liked you when you pulled in, rushing Tim into the med bay

• He saw you holding his hand and wiping his hair out of his face while the bullet was pulled from him

• While Tim was waking up from surgery, you didn’t leave his side and continued to hold his hand

• Dick’s heart was melted- one because his brother had a close call, and two because someone was really, really caring for him

• He had seen Tim’s exes and hated them, but he knew that you were different

• You were easy to talk to and respectful to everyone

• You had an agreeable personality and really seemed to care for Tim

• When Tim woke up, he saw how Tim immediately squeezed your hand to make sure that you were there

• After spending time with you that night, seeing how you took care of Tim, and how Tim interacted with you, Dick knew he liked you

Bruce:

• Bruce saw you coming into the cave like a bat out of hell with Tim and was immediately on guard

• How does this random person know Tim’s secret identity, how do they know where the cave is, WHAT’S WRONG WITH TIMMY MY SWEET CHILD

• After the rush of getting Tim’s situation under control, he also noticed that you never left Tim’s side

• So he knew that you two were in a committed relationship, however, that didn’t mean that he trusted you

• Bruce is a hard case to crack, it really takes some time for him to warm up to anyone

• It was probably a few months into you and Tim hanging out around the manor when you attended a gala with Tim that he really started to trust and or likely you

• Tim was really stressed and didn’t really want to be at the gala

• You were with him the entire time and didn’t leave, even when the paparazzi and media were all being rude

• It’s a very normal thing that the tabloids exploit anything that happens in the Wayne family and you were like fresh blood

• You were poised, collected, calm, and totally indifferent to the comments

• He knew that Tim hated the media and seeing you calm him down and pull him away from some non obligatory meeting with idiots made him feel like he could trust you with Tim

• Not that he’ll admit it

• He notices that whenever you’re around, it seems like Tim has a weight lifted off his shoulders

Alfred:

• He was the one that helped extract the bullet from Tim’s abdomen so he met you along with everyone else

• I’m sure he knew that Tim was dating someone, but this was the first time he had met that person

• Alfred is a very kind and respectful man

• If he really doesn’t like a person, they know it

• However, if he doesn’t yet know, he treats them formally and without a personal relationship aspect

• He knew that he really liked you when one night, during a busy week of extra crime, you had hauled Tim into bed, forcing him to sleep and shut away his electronics

• Alfred was behind on some housework because of the hectic monitoring schedule and went to bed early

• You stayed up and did the rest of the chores he needed to have completed

• You had always helped out in little ways like cleaning up after yourself (the boys are incapable sometimes lemme tell you, you’re a blessing simply for being normal), you’d make Tim clean his room, and you’d make sure that everything was better than how you found it

• He was so grateful that you had taken time out of rest and decided to help him during a time of need

• It was something very genuine to him since most of the people that the batfam bring home wouldn’t do something like that either out of fear of messing up or indifference

Jason:

• Jay really wasn’t that difficult to crack

• I mean he’s got a rough exterior but ultimately, he just wants to see Timmy happy

• He knows about Tim’s exes and hates every one of them

• Makes sure that you’re not going to blindside anyone with something you have hidden

• Now what really, really gets him to like you personally was when you had come into the cave with a menagerie of weapons to have cleaned, polished, or sharpened

• Tim was sitting at the computer doing work and you were working on everything else

• He didn’t realize that you were really serious about the vigilante life until he saw you hauling all that mess in

• He realized that you came from a tough background and had grown up and out of it

• These things that happened to you didn’t define who you were and he liked that about you since he had a struggle with that- basically he lives vicariously through you at times

• When he sat down next to you with his gun collection to clean and polish, you struck up conversations on Jane Austen, weapons, crazy childhoods, pop culture classics, and random assassinations that ended up being one of you

• He just thinks that you’re cool and chill and that’s good enough for him

Damian:

• Also wasn’t really that hard to break

• I mean you were known as the greatest child assassin and he looked up to you when he was little

• Concerning but that’s how it is

• He recognized you immediately and kept a distance

• Star struck Damian Wayne

• Questions how Tim was dating you

• He knew that he really liked you when his pets liked you

• It’s cliché, but the quickest way to Damian Wayne’s cold little heart is through animals

• You helped him train and walk Titus

• Pennyworth liked to sit on your shoulder and survey the house as you walked around

• Damian was the only other person whom Pennyworth would do this with

• Damian was just bamboozled

He also likes that you’re not some mindless idiot

• Most of the socialites that he has to hang out with are zombies who feed off of dollar bills and designer drugs

Cass:

• Is very, very protective of her family

• She is not one for outsiders and makes sure to know all the weaknesses of new people

• The problem is that she’s having trouble finding your weaknesses

• Tim is obviously one of them, but your stance, your fighting, your regular self just seems indestructible

• She knew personally that this came with tons of training and discipline

• Cass really starts to like you when you notice that she’s not really verbal

• You knew sign language and immediately just start signing to her instead of talking

• Cass really appreciated that you were comfortable getting on her level without second thought

• You watch out for everyone in the family and she feels like she’s not alone in her worries

• You’re basically like a new sibling for her

• You and Cass have a tight bond, the kind of relationship that if you and Tim broke up, you’d still be besties

• She knows that you’re reliable and will never try and use her

• That’s all she wants

Stephanie:

• I think Steph would be easy to get along with

• Like you really gotta suck for her to not like you

• Steph really likes that you’re a relatable person

• You don’t act like you have a stick stuck up your butt and you’re not dramatically brooding at everything

• Steph really started to like you when one night the two of you stayed up after everyone went to sleep

• You two talked about life over some homemade cookies

• You two talked about your favorite celebrities, movies, pet peeves, tv shows, the reality tv show drama, and anything that you could think of

• Now you’re somehow besties with all of the Wayne girls and it’s great

• She also likes that you can lovingly boss Tim around

• There aren’t many that can do that and it’s pretty apparent

Babs:

• Alfred was out of town the day that she started to really, really take a liking towards you

• She was always a cynic for some part, but she started to casually warm up to you

• Saw you as Tim’s s/o and not really a friend

• This was until you noticed that she looked really stressed managing the surveillance by herself without the help of Alfred

• You stayed behind for the time that Alfred was gone and helped her run everything

• She was worried at first since she wasn’t sure that you’d be good at computers

• You really happened to impress her though and that won her over

• You were easy to talk to and it also wasn’t awkward when there was just silence and nothing to talk about

• Babs thinks she felt her heart patter when you very sternly talked Jason down from throwing Damian off a building (regular occurrence)

• “JASON PETER TODD IF YOU DON’T PUT THAT CHILD DOWN AT ONCE I WILL PERSONALLY HAUL YOUR ASS TO THE BANK BUILDING AND CATAPULT YOU ACROSS GOTHAM, DO YOU UNDERSTAND”

• She was like 😏

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spectr3inl0ve · 1 day

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"you forget that i know you," dick murmurs, his slim fingers stroking the side of your head.

you'd been cranky at him for getting a little too friendly for your liking with some superficial socialite at a Wayne Ball (™️, perchance), tugging him away by the bicep the moment you caught sight of him. "hey, hey, what's up?" he had chuckled, grinning somewhat annoyingly at the pout that had formed on your lips. "you know, dick." you huffed, and he laughed. laughed. what a jerk.

"you know we need to be socialising and networking. or...I need to at least." dick said with a kind smile as he gently steered the two of you out of the ballroom, and down the corridor a bit. "hmph," you fiddled with your engagement ring, rotating it, "i can't help when i feel icky about it.". the man let out another laugh, softer this time, "jealous, baby. jealous."

hours later, your jealousy had waned, but you're enjoying the special treatment he's been giving you. you and dick are curled up on the couch, your legs over his lap while he strokes the side of your head. you scoff, "and what's that supposed to mean?" "it means I know you're not still grumpy at me." dick smiles sweetly at you. "not really at least." he adds, kissing the top of your head. "whatever, now keep being all sweet to me." you wrap your arms around his free one, feeling the chuckle he lets out rumble throughout his body.

"but im always sweet to you."

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“Hey, hey I’m here,” you whisper in the dark as Bruce whimpers in his sleep. He’s having another nightmare and all you’re trying to do is get him to wake up.

You gently cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his skin.

“Bruce. I’m here, please wake up.” You call to him. Bruce opens his eyes. He immediately reaches to you and wraps his long arms around your torso. He buries his face in your chest for comfort.

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” you reassure him. You heart breaks to see him this way. Knowing that behind his sometimes cold and dark demeanor he is still the scared little boy in that dark alley way.

Bruce is breathing heavily and once you calm him down some he looks up at you. “My nightmare, it was about you.” He practically whimpered.

You don’t respond, instead you let Bruce continue to speak. “The Joker, he had you tied up in a cellar somewhere. I couldn’t get to you in time. I tried but it was too late.”

Bruce looked like he was in pain. He loved you so much and he never wanted to see you hurt. He hated when his mind did this to him. You kissed Bruce’s forehead and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere Bruce. I’m safe and you are safe. I promise.” You said softly. Bruce nodded and pulled you close to him. He needed to hold onto you so he knew you were really there.

You watched over him until he eventually fell asleep with you in his arms. Throughout the night you never let each other go. You were going to keep your promise.

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secretsandwriting · 25 days

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All Because of One Lie

A Bruce Wayne x reader

You weren’t quite sure what was going on. One minute you’re headed to cause some problems, seconds later you’re making out with Batman. They guy who had tried to put you in prison multiple times. To make it more confusing, he started it.

Shortly after it started it ended with Batman just leaving.If that was a new plan to get you to stop causing problems, it worked. You went home. How do you even proceed after that? The next day you saw the headlines, made an assumption, and went about your day, because what else were you supposed to do.

BATMAN CAUGHT MAKING OUT WITH ANTI-HERO MONSTER. IS ANTI-HERO PINK VENOM LYING?

Last week, Pink Venom had told the press she was dating Batman. Guess he wanted to end that story but why was it by making out with you?

The next night you went out Robin ended up patrolling with you and when asked by reporters why he was with you he told them that Batman had told him he could only patrol with adults and you were one of the ones on the “safe” list, things got so much more confusing. If it weren’t for the fact you didn’t talk in costume, you would have told the press the truth but you weren’t quite ready to break your silence over this. Besides, it wouldn’t last long.

The next night you were joined by Red Hood who was at least more helpful than Robin when it came to your normal work. You didn’t really like the idea of letting a child kill people even though he claimed he had before. Then the next night was Red Robin who helped you break into a secure building to do a few things. Then Black Bat who followed you around like a quiet puppy.Then Spoiler, she talked the whole time. You didn’t really mind. Next was Nightwing who was like a mix between Black Bat and Spoiler but male. Overall, you were getting more confused every night that passed.

After a week of being followed by random Bats, Batman himself showed up at the end of one of your runs. A quick soft kiss before he left. All you wanted was an explanation! Maybe a reason for why your life was suddenly going sideways. When you got home, you started getting ready to take a shower before going to bed, your jacket was the first thing to go. An envelope slipped out of it and onto the floor. There was nothing on the outside so you opened it and unfolded the paper. 10 $100 dollar bills fluttered to the ground.

Monster

I apologize for any confusion.

Two weeks ago Pink Venom claimed we were dating. Pink Venom is not someone I want to be associated with and none of the press would accept a simple explanation that we weren’t dating. So the next best thing would be to give them an actual candidate. All the others suggested you and since I found you before the other suggestion, we went with you.

Enclosed is $1000 as payment for everything. For every week this goes on, there will be another $1000 for you on that Friday.

Batman

Well, it was an explanation. You weren’t sure how to feel about it though. But the money did help. You did like bribes.

It continued for a month before Batman started staying around longer. He would hold your hand and make sure you got across the rooftops ok. One day he spent his whole patrol with you. You made sure to ignore the butterflies you got when he was offering you his hand to help you across something.

You weren’t really sure how to feel about it, but every Friday you got an envelope and every time he kissed you more butterflies would join the ones already residing in your stomach. Every time Robin spoke about his pets, you caught yourself smiling. Every time Nightwing showed you a new trick he had been working on, you found yourself excited over his accomplishments. Everytime Red Hood talked about the books he was reading, you found yourself making a mental note to look through it. Every time Red Robin had something he wanted to infodump about, you caught yourself paying more attention to him then your surroundings. Everytime Black Bat wanted to show you the new dance she had learned, you caught yourself being entranced by her movements. Everytime Spoiler would go off on a random tangent, you found yourself trying to keep up instead of just nodding.

So when Red Hood mentioned his birthday was coming up, you spent hours trying to figure out what to get him. When he unwrapped the first edition Shakespeare book he had told you about, you found yourself wrapped into a hug, when he parted. You slipped a tissue into his hand before parting ways for the night.

When Robin mentioned he was having trouble in one of his classes, you found and gave him a book about it and didn’t bring attention to the way his hands shook when he realized the book made more sense than his teachers and textbooks.

When Red Robin mentioned having trouble with falling asleep, you brought him the remedy your late grandmother had taught you and made sure he had the instructions list so he could make it himself. When he almost cried in relief the next night, telling you how well it worked, you just accepted the hug and smiled.

When Nightwing asked you how you handled guilt, you listened to him pour out his feelings and the next time you saw him, you gave him a copy of all the books that had helped you. You couldn’t stop smiling when you saw how his relationship with Batman and Red Hood started changing.

When Spoiler had told you about the secret feelings she had that made her feel like she wasn’t girly enough to do or enjoy certain things, you brought her a basket of all the things she had mentioned and held her as she cried through everything she needed to.

When Black Bat was quieter than usual, you brought some snacks and drinks and enjoyed some time just watching the city. You didn’t twitch when she leaned her head on your shoulder. Moving wasn’t an option until she got up. You made sure to ignore the wet streaks on her mask and continue on like normal.

Because somewhere in the few months this had gone on, Batman’s kids had become your own. You celebrated their achievements, held them while they cried, listened to their darkest fears and thoughts, felt pride whenever they did something amazing, and their pain hurt you to see. These were your kids and you wanted the best for them.

Batman started spending more time with you too. After a while you found some charm under all the gruff. When he softened up around his kids you felt your heart race, and the few times he cracked a joke it was a struggle not to laugh aloud.

You were becoming too attached. When this ends you were going to be devastated. It wasn’t just one of them you were attached to, it was all of them. You thought about trying to avoid them but you couldn’t do that to the kids, so you took a night off to think things through and relax.

The next night you went out, you were alone for the whole time. Which had been unusual since this whole thing started. That was, until the end. Right before you started heading home, Batman stopped you. The oddest part about it was that he seemed a little nervous? That couldn’t be right, you were definitely looking into it too much.

“I know this started out of the blue and really wasn’t your choice, but I’ve been enjoying our time together. I was hoping I could convince you to go on a date with me tonight? A real one. We’d keep our masks on but maybe we could get to know each other a little better?”

Oh.

Food was picked up at a random restaurant and and you found yourself sitting on the edge of a building looking over the city. Batman would ask you yes or no questions so you could just nod and then he would answer them himself so you would know more from him. The entire time, you never once revealed your voice and you didn’t feel any pressure over it. It was nice.

One date turned into two, two turned into four, four turned into six, six was when you first spoke and Batman almost choked on his food. Six turned into ten and ten turned into twenty.

Robin started asking for help when he was stumped on his homework, Spoiler came to you with any and all the drama going on in her life, Black Bat came to you when her thoughts were too loud, Nightwing came to you when he needed help figuring something out, Red Hood came to you when he needed comfort, and Red Robin came to you when the remedies didn’t help and he needed a nap.

You were getting closer to all of them. They would come to you for problems or just to talk or walk in silence. You never turned them away and always offered support. Pleading with any being out there that you could stay in their lives forever, as selfish as that request might be. They were your family now, and you never wanted that to end.

You were on a walk with Batman after your meal, hand in hand, strolling the streets of Gotham. You could see people taking pictures out of their windows from the corner of your eye when you were gently tugged over to a stairway to a building taller than all the others around by enough to give plenty of privacy.

“I understand if you don’t want to, just tell me if I’m overstepping. But I would like to go on a date with you. One without the masks where we can talk about whatever we want without worrying about what we give away. The kids love you and I want so much more than this.” He pulled you closer by your waist, his eyes searching yours. “So would you go on a date with me Sunday afternoon at the Italian restaurant on 3rd street?”

Oh.

This was something you had thought about but had pushed away to the back of your head as a fantasy that would never happen. This was something you definitely wanted. Deciding you were at the point where you didn’t care and were willing to make dangerous decisions, you pushed aside the thought that this was a trap.

“I would love to. I’ll be there at 1. What name shall I give them?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer meeting him in a kiss. He smiled against your lips and when he parted, he said the name would be your favorite color before pulling you back for another kiss.

Sunday afternoon, you found yourself at a private table set for two at the Italian restaurant on 3rd street and 12:59. When the waiter came over followed by Bruce Wayne, you weren’t sure what to think. You stood up and a bouquet of red roses was placed into your arms. You let Bruce pull you into a kiss, immediately melting against the familiar touch.

When you separated, you had so many questions but now wasn’t the time for them. So instead of asking them, you ordered and talked about everything else. Later that night, back in the privacy of the same building he had asked you out on, you would get answers. But for now, you just enjoyed the conversation as it was.

The next day, you found yourself in the headlines again. You liked this one better.

BRUCE WAYNE ON DATE WITH MYSTERY GIRL

Two more dates came and went before you were officially invited to the manor to meet the kids for the first time out of costume. Alfred greeted you when you arrived before your attention was stolen by Damian who wanted to show you his report cards and pets, Jason wanted to show you his book collection, Cass wanted to show you her personal dance studio, Steph wanted to show you her newly decorated room, Dick wanted to show you his acrobatic studio, Barbara and Duke wanted to meet you for the first time, and Tim who wanted to show you his most recent hyperfixation.

Somewhere along the way, Bruce joined you for the tour. His arm wrapped securely around your waist. Once you got through the tour, you made sure to sit near Barbara and Duck so you could get to know them a little better.

The next night you went out, you had Barbara in your ear and Duke making rounds with you. As per usual now, your night ended with a kiss from Bruce.

A month later you found yourself attending Damian’s school concert and sitting between Bruce and Cass, you caught yourself watching only Damian everytime he was on stage. Your hand was gently held by Bruce the entire time. The next morning, you found out Bruce holds your hand in his sleep.

A year later you found yourself moving into the manor. Everyone helped move your things and it wasn’t long before you found yourself comfortably settled in.

Two years after that you found yourself standing at the altar holding Bruce’s hands while you recited your vows. It was quite a story. One you couldn’t tell many, but a good one non the less. After all, you did end up with 7 kids and an extra one who went back to her dad every night, and a wonderful husband. All because of one lie someone else told.

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