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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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How would Battinson react to his kids, his babies, dating, and growing up?

The first was Dick. He saw the growing embers of something more than friendship between him and Wally. The longing stares when one thought no one was looking, the longer than necessary touching, the blushes. It seemed like everyone could see but those two, and it was cute.

It stopped being cute when Dick entered his office one afternoon. Bruce hadn’t known what personal space was since Dick got comfortable with him. Dick would frequently invade it by jumping on Bruce’s back for an impromptu piggyback ride, though those were things of the past the older and bigger Dick got, or just giving him a bear hug.

But this was different. The way he actually walked rather than ran, the way his demeanor was more closed off and hesitant rather than open and relaxed like it usually was.

He walked to meet Dick halfway, abandoning his work. He gently held his shoulders.

“What’s wrong, Chum?”

Dick took a deep breath, in and out. “I have a boyfriend! It's Wally.” He blurted out and looked at Bruce.

Bruce saw fleeting hope of acceptance, of love in Dick’s eyes. But he also saw uncertainty of rejection in them too.

“That’s great, chum. Who confessed first?” Bruce was happy for Dick, he deserved happiness, especially in their line of work. But a small part of him felt bitter about it.

Not Wally himself, he knew the kid for years and he was a good one. But of what he represented, his birds were growing up and leaving the nest. Leaving him. Now, Bruce was happy to see his children growing into themselves. However, he feels like he isn’t needed anymore.

Why would they need a protector, who isn’t even that good at it anyway, when they showed again and again that they can provide for themselves?

The announcement reminded him of Jaime and Jason, he liked him and Damian certainly did, but his kids’ were leaving. Like, today Jason and Damian canceled dinner to be with Jamie and his family for dinner.

But this wasn’t about how Bruce feels. So even if it was bittersweet he listened to Dick rave about Wally.

Giving Bruce so much detail, he wasn't sure if this even was the same person, but he guessed being childhood best friends are different from being boyfriend.

“Alfred, have you seen Tim? He is not in the Cave or his room.” They were working on a hard and gruesome case, and just when Tim was healing from that nasty cut he got last night. Bruce knows how Tim gets when they have cases like these. He would work from day to night until he gets an answer, and that is if he doesn't fall asleep first. Even if he was recovering, and that missing spleen of his didn’t make things better.

It was one of the many things he neglected to teach Tim when he was first Robin, to have a good work-life balance, not that Bruce could talk but still, too filled with grief to see. But he is making a change, and that is starting with getting Tim to bed.

“No, I haven't, Master Bruce,” the butler answers, “but I’ll be on the lookout for him.”

Bruce gave a nod and continued to search the Manor looking for his son. He’d done this before, hiding from Bruce, because he knew what will happen. It’s childish and oftentimes annoying but a tiny part likes taking care of Tim. Tucking him into bed, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly.

Eventually, he does find Tim, he’s in Bruce’s room. His black hair, which was in that middle stage of looking long while short, looked like a bird’s nest and his eyes were dazed like he had taken a nap. His disheveled sheets and blankets were evidence of that.

“Good afternoon, Timmy.” Bruce greets him with a small smile.

Tim blinked at him like an owl and he came to his senses slowly. He looked like a misbehaving child who got caught red-handed with contraband cookies.

“Shit!”

“Language” Bruce corrected automatically. Raising kids for years will do that to you, especially Jason and Duke.

“Sh– shot! Sorry B I'll go.”

Bruce leaped forward to stop Tim’s frantic movements. “Tim, you don't have to leave or anything. I'm fine with you staying in my bed. I was just looking for you all over to take a break. But I see you’re already doing that..”

Red paints over Tim’s ears and neck and attempts to look away from them. “Well duh, I'm not a kid anymore B.”

His last all-nighter was 2 days ago. Duke found him in the dining chair.

Tim looks him straight in the eyes, “I heard you talking to Alfred. I was worrying you with my bad self-care habits and I decided to grow up. Besides, I can't live how I used to, especially without my spleen.”

Now it was Bruce’s turn to look surprised. He thought he would never see the day. But why are tears threatening to spill out then? Why was there a hole forming in his heart then? He should be happy, his children are growing into fine young men and women. So why....?

“Woah, woah, Bruce!” Tim’s alert voice yelled for him, breaking Bruce from his thoughts to see that tears were actually forming.

“Oh, don't mind me,” he shrugged Tim off and blinked the tears away. “I have some work that needs to get done, so you go rest up.” Bruce pushed Tim into the bed and tucked him into the covers, kissing him on the forehead, and closing the door slowly. A routine he’s done multiple times with multiple children, and his mind wonders when they’ll ask him to stop doing that.

He ignored Tim’s shouts to come back and closed the door. He walks aimlessly through the quiet and empty manor. It’s been ages since the building was filled with sound and laughter, now it sits in silence. So quiet Bruce can hear his footsteps echoing throughout the halls when 2 months ago he couldn’t even hear what Duke was saying while Tim and Damien engaged in their weekly arguments about everything and anything.

Oh, Duke. Gotham’s daytime vigilante, one of her many victims. He came to Bruce unsure in everything he was doing but nowadays he’s grown sure in his actions. On the last patrol, Tim had gotten hurt badly and the only way out was for Duke to drive. He didn't need Bruce or Babara to guide him.

His kids were growing up, and soon, they wouldn't need him anymore.

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rjnonymous · 1 year

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I like to think that one of Bruce's biggest character flaws is that he will let his children get away with anything. Especially when they find it funny because how is he supposed to be mad at his children when they laugh like that? And it's a fxking headache in the hero community, because while some might find their antics funny, others don't and they can't do shit about it because the brats will snitch and of course fxking Batman is not going to discipline his kids

#DC #batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne al ghul #stephanie brown #batdad #bruce wayne is a good father #mostly #he's just really bad at disciplining his kids #not like they're going to listen to him either way #soft Bruce Wayne #soft batdad

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crii-sis · 3 months

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Fluffy Comfort Damian Wayne-centric Fic!

“Oh honey” Bruce sounded like himself again, Damian thought.

The way he sounded when he usually comforted Dick, Jason or Tim. But if he could yell at Tim the way he did, Damian knew he ranked lower on the totem pole of family, so the idea of what Bruce could say, or even do, to Damian scared him.

Which is the reason he flinched when Bruce reached out to squeeze his shoulder.

“C’mon baby, what’s got you so worked up, huh?”

Bruce’s voice was impossibly soft, so smooth, as he sat crouched on the floor so close to where Damian lay, but made no movement to touch the boy again.

Damian looked up, eyes bloodshot, face blotchy as he met his father’s gaze.

Bruce's forehead lines looked deep, and while he spoke with an unbelievable amount of kindness, Damian could see there was alarm in his eyes. Damian had never cried in front of his father before, and over an argument he didn’t even have, made him feel so stupid,

“Habibi, you're worrying me. Please let me just hold you at least.”

Bruce opened his arms up, waiting patiently and Damian stayed silent in thought.

After a moment, a loud sniffle, and tutting a little embarrassed, not being able to look his father in the eye, Damian launched himself into Bruce’s arms.

He felt Bruce’s whole body relax as he did, and it just felt so right. He fit perfectly into his father’s arms, and realized why all his brothers unanimously agreed that Bruce gave the best hugs.

“Baba, I was so scared.” Damian's words were all blubbered through the tears he couldn’t stop.

Bruce hummed, carding Damian’s hair as he did.

“I know Damian, that's why I asked Tim to stop driving, he was being reckless.”

Damian shook his head vigorously, as he remained pressed into his father’s chest.

“Not of the driving, Baba.” Damien took a deep breath. “Of you.”

Damian looked up as his father almost shyly, lip starting to wobble again as he felt Bruce’s arms tense.

“I’ve just never heard you yell like that.”

And it scared me. That part was left unsaid, but both of them understood it.

Bruce let his arms fall from where they held Damian tight, and opted to place his hands on the boy's cheeks, cradling his small face.

“Oh you poor thing.” Bruce crooned, kissing the tip of Damian’s nose. Wiping the tear tracks for the kids faces with his thumbs.

“I shouldn’t have yelled, Damian.” Bruce spoke earnestly. “I just got off a long flight and headed straight to a meeting.”

Bruce sighed, looking into his son’s large, tearful eyes as he did.

“Tim made some mistakes today, and I overreacted. I was just worried about him.”

Bruce paused again, this time pulling Damian back into a hug before continuing.

“Same way I worry about you, sweetheart. So please, if you're feeling anything like this, come get me.”

Damian nodded against his father.

“I’d drop everything and anything for you.”

Damian was still crying, but no longer out of fear.

Bruce sat there, on the floor of Damian's bedroom, rocking his son back and forth as the boy cried himself out.

Damian had never felt so loved.

“Let me go get Tim.” Bruce said after a beat. “Explain how he knows I was coming from a place of love, just didn’t express it too well.”

“No!” Damian leapt up, circling his arms tight around his fathers neck. “Don’t leave me.”

Fresh, unshed tears in Damian’s eyes. The waterworks were going to start again.

Bruce chucked, hoisting the boy onto his hip as he stood up.

“Okay, okay.” Bruce said quietly into Damian’s ear. “You’ll just have to come with me, then.”

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manufactured-pleasantry · 7 months

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Bruce and Clark are stargazing atop Wayne Manor despite Alfred's orders for Bruce to remain in bed. They're silent as they climb onto the roof and exchange smiles like schoolboys breaking curfew.

It's quiet up there. The city lights in the distance sparkle like the stars above them. Beauty surrounds them and Bruce finds some semblance of peace in this bubble they've made for themselves. He could feel the warmth of Clark's shoulder touching his and hear his slow breathing. It feels like it's just the two of them in the world. Bruce wonders if it's like that for Clark too or if the world was just constantly screaming at him, begging for his help. He wonders if Clark could only dream of peace in death.

"Do you think you could ever find peace in death?" Bruce asks instead. It sounds kinder.

Clark looks away from the starry sky and stares at Bruce instead. There's a soft smile on his face. Bruce thinks he'll rather gaze at that than the stars in the sky but Clark turns back to the stars and Bruce does too. They are stargazing after all.

"Sometimes I think about how I would like to die and it brings me peace. Is that weird?"

"No." Bruce does the same. He adds, "How would you like to die?"

In a blaze of glory, perhaps, saving the world from certain doom. It was a likely scenario and there was a level of satisfaction from saving people even with one's last breath. But the Clark he knows is always fighting for life, he would always try to survive. So... quietly, in old age, surrounded by all his loved ones. It is a very Clark-like scene to envision.

"I would like to perish amongst the stars. To freeze in the cold expanse of space or burn in the face of the sun. To return from whence I come from..." Clark laughs and rubs the back of his head. He's looking at Bruce again and there's a soft glow about him more radiant than the stars. "It's silly, isn't it? I've been to outer space many times without freezing or burning to death but, well, it's just something I've thought about."

"Don't be silly, Clark."

"What?" Clark almost looks hurt.

"You're a child of Earth. We've claimed you. What do you mean return from whence you come from?" Bruce grumbles. He tries to hide his face from Clark and looks to Gotham instead.

Clark laughs and it tickles something within Bruce. "Haven't you heard, Bruce? We're all made of space dust."

Bruce gains the courage to face Clark again and stops fighting against the twitching curve of his mouth. "I'll be sure to tell Dick to shatter our ashes in space after we die."

Clark's laughter grows in loudness. "What? You're not going to do it yourself? And our ashes would be shattered together?"

Bruce snorts. "Given how often we almost die together, I'd say it would be nigh impossible to cremate us separately."

"Yeah?" Clark's laugh softens into chuckles until they're so quiet Bruce has to lean in to hear them. He isn't the one to lean in. Clark is. "I wouldn't be opposed to being buried together either."

"That-" Bruce's breath hitches. He wonders if Clark could feel it. They were practically sharing it after all- "would be nice."

Clark closes the distance and Bruce thinks that this is peace too.

#superbat #clark kent #bruce wayne #stargazing #soft clark kent #soft bruce wayne #first kiss #friends to lovers #minific #drabble #one shot #fun fact: my ao3 name 'SolaceInSpace' came from me daydreaming about how peaceful it would be to quietly die in space #realistically it would be painful but the idea of it is oddly calming #kind of like sinking to the bottom of the ocean

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madeofstardust17 · 9 months

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You guys idk if anyone has read my Tim sick fic, but anyways I'm writing the second part and guys. If you thought Bruce was soft in the first part. Lemme tell yall you are not ready. I gave him ONE scene in his pov and my fucking god. Wtf he loves his child so so much I'm. I didn't even plan it it just happened. You guys are gonna love it so much trust me.

#he just got away from me okay?#bruce decided to make his one pov scene soft and i couldnt do anything about it #not my fault #bruce wayne #bruce & tim #tim drake #red robin #batman #dust writes #tim fic #batfam fic recs #batfam #batdad #soft bruce wayne #dc

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wymthatsillegal · 2 years

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Hey man, could I get a boxer reader who gets a little bit banged up after a heavy fight (reader won) Bruce saw it on the tv and was expecting reader to come home and just want to be taken care of but instead reader has a lot of adrenaline and energy and asks Bruce if he can hard dom him instead of their usual soft intimacy? Just pure too much energy and needing to get it out, scratching, growling, bite marking, and manhandling with Bruce being all there for it. After as reader gives aftercare Bruce is just “wow haven’t seen that side of you before” with reader getting a little bashful….

Cause that, that would be great in your style I think. Thank you for humoring my brain rot. I hope you are doing wonderful you gorgeous human being

Let the Devil Out

Battinson x Male Reader

Contains: 18+ themes and content, language, bottom bruce, top reader, hard dom reader, praise, biting, scratching, cuffs, physical violence, little bit of degrading but not rude/dehumanizing, soft bath time afterward

Content Warnings: fighting, language, hard smut, restraints, and a blindfold

Summary: You have a lot of pent-up energy after a boxing match and Bruce asks you to take it all out on him.

No usage of Y / N

Word count: 3583

Author's Response: Hi Kaine :)))) Of course dude, this was so good to write. Ngl Bruce's looking so mad delicious in this I had to step away multiple times while writing this. We've talked a lot about what you want and how this is going to go, so hopefully i didn't spoil toooooo much and there's still some nice surprises :) enjoy man!!

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You were panting heavily, blood steadily dripping from your nose onto the canvas below your feet. Your opponent groaned loudly, though you could barely hear it through the monstrous sounds of the night. The screaming of the audience and the yelling of the referee all mingled in your head to make one big cacophony of noise that was never-ending, not to mention that the guy on the floor boxed your ears earlier. Your fist was raised high in the air by the ref as you spit some of your blood that had caught in your lips to the side, a big vermillion smile on your face as you eyed the lights and cameras, announcer screaming your win to the world.

You bounced on the balls of your feet, waiting for the train doors to open, heart pounding out of your chest as you ignored the dull, throbbing pains around your torso. It felt like every nerve had caught flames and was in turn running rampant. You nearly sprinted out of the iron doors when they opened and headed home, trying to get the leftover adrenaline out. Your shoes cushioned the light run, wind hitting your face and catching against your clothes. Entering the building you frowned, not even feeling winded despite jogging four city blocks. Riding up the elevator you cracked your knuckles, doing calf raises and eyeing the growing numbers of the floors. With a ding and flash of the small light above the doors, they opened, eyebrows furrowing when you didn't see the usual sight of Alfred's cheery face.

"Bruce?" You called, dashing upstairs. He wasn't in your bedroom but called back "In here!" from the study, much to your reassurance. It wasn't exactly like him to get kidnapped but you never know... this is Gotham. Shedding your shoes at the door, you walked up behind him, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple. He turned, rising and holding you in his arms, smiling into the smooch. "Hey, baby." You mumbled as his hands grazed over your chest and arms, "You looked great out there." He mused, rocking slightly with your body. "Did I, now?" You perked an eyebrow up at him, smirk complimenting it. "Other dude got some good hits in though..." You hissed slightly as he experimentally gripped you tighter. "Let me see." He said, studying your wounded flesh. Slipping out of your jacket and T-shirt you leaned up against the desk behind you, watching his calculating eyes and exploring fingers work over each bruise and mark. "At least this time the guy didn't pull a knife on you." He noted, poking a bruise. You made a pained gasp, lightly smacking his hand away. "I suppose, but you prodding at me ain't much better."

A rare smile at that, "Seeing you out there..." He trailed off, eyes full and staring off into space. He had this weight in his pupils, a smolder beneath the dark color, as if he were playing out images in his head. You sat up, rising to your full height and looked down at him, closing the distance between you two. You laid your cheek on his head, desire just oozing from his figure under you. "Hmm?" You wondered if he could feel the heat from your body, heart beating wildly. "That look in your eyes that you get... standing over the other person..." He gazed up at you with heavily lidded eyes, your hand pushing against his chest and leading him back to a nearby bookshelf. Your knee slotted between his legs, hand snaking around his waist to pull his clothed torso to yours. "Sweating... bleeding... fuck." He moaned, hips grinding into your knee, tongue working miracles against Bruce's jaw.

"Darlin'... god," You trailed off, a low groan vibrating against Bruce's collarbone. "Say it, please." Bruce leaned back into your hand on his jaw, holding him in place. "I need you so fucking badly, I can hardly stand it." You punctuated this with a small bite to his neck, feeling him squirm under you from the teasing. "May I? Please, darling..." He was already nodding feverishly, "Be rough, please, I'm begging you. Use me all you need." You smiled, baring your teeth and kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Bedroom. Now." You were hot on his heels, nearly ripping his shirt off of his skin from behind, throwing the door closed. He was breathing hard, his pretty face red with blood flow and oozing desire. Pulling him in by the chin and lower back, your mouths were hot on each other. You didn't waste any time, having him whining and writhing under you in no time. His hands palmed at your abs, groaning needily at the way the bands of muscle moved every time you ground into him.

You pushed him off of your lips with your hand around his throat, feeling his windpipe and Adam's Apple against your palm. "Knees." Bruce froze for a second so you tightened your hold on him, "Now." You muttered. He let out a little whine at that, sinking down to his knees to become at eye-level with the growing weight in the crotch of your pants. "Yes, sir." He said, your hand moving from around his throat to grip at his hair. Bruce mouthed along your dick, open-mouthed kisses being pressed along your length while his capable fingers quickly worked at your belt, snatching it off you. "Someone's desperate, hmm?" You mused, massaging his scalp while he pulled your waistband down, moving back to sit on the edge of the bed. He kneeled in front of you, chest heaving as he licked a thick stripe up your length, watching your head dip back with a soft groan. "Atta boy." You leaned back on your hands, idly watching him work, voicing your appreciation. "What a good boy you are for me, Bruce." He moaned around your dick at that, the vibrations of his throat only bringing you closer. He smirked and looked up at you defiantly as if he knew exactly what he was doing. "Oh, what have we here?" You cocked an eyebrow at him, hand tangling once again in his hair, stroking him. "Someone needs to be knocked off their high horse, I think." You pushed his head down on your cock, groaning lowly at the small gagging noises coming from him as he gripped your thighs but made no moves to stop you. "That's what I thought." You pulled him off, a line of saliva still connecting his lips to your tip. "So fucking beautiful... You look so gorgeous like this. A wreck..." You murmured in reverence, wiping his dark red lips and kissing him, savoring the way he hungrily returned your energy.

Breaking away from him, you let Bruce resume his work, taking all of you in one go. You helped him a little, holding his hair off of his forehead and using it as leverage. Your other arm steadied yourself, though due to the prolonged exertion it shook slightly, you supposed in your next moves you'd favor your other bicep. Your groans and curse words became more frequent and longer in nature, your grip on his scalp slowly tightening. "I'm- fuck don't you dare stop." Bruce groaned at your pleas, upping his efforts. "Goddamn look at you..." Praise was spilling from your lips easily now, your core muscles tightening as Bruce's nails dug into the flesh of your thighs. You came with a long groan, satisfaction racing through your body. You felt Bruce swallow around your size, licking up any drops he missed.

"So eager..." You smiled, pulling him up into your lap before twisting and throwing him under you. His hands naturally fell above his head as you caged him in, sucking at the skin of his chest while your fingers worked at his pants. His hips stuttered into your hands, need just dripping from his features. "Please, please." He whined, back arching into you. "Easy, doll." You smirked at him, yanking down his sweats. You rose, walking to the nightside table and pulling out a sheet of fabric. "Come here, precious." He stood quickly, mirroring your action as you sat down on the floor, pulling his back against you so you were both facing the same way. Your hand snaked around his waist, teeth biting into the skin of his traps. You gathered the dark fabric in your hands, bringing it to his head and tieing it across his eyes, tight enough to not move but not enough to hurt. You smiled, wrapping a hand around his throbbing size. He gasped in surprise, having not seen it coming, whining lowly and lolling his head back to fit into your shoulder behind him.

You returned your arm to around his waist, securing him against you. "It's only fair, hmm?" You cooed in his ear, listening to the pathetic whines and pleas for more leaving his lips. You made a noise of slight annoyance, bringing your hand up to his mouth. "Suck." You rasped in his ears, taking no time before swirling three fingers around in his mouth, drool spilling from the corners of his lips. "Good boy." You purred, gripping his cock with added fervor, working him relentlessly. He moaned loudly, your arm keeping him in place as his hips bucked sporadically, "Please don't- aagh- stop. Fuck, please keep going." You smiled, "Who am I to deny my pet?" You mused aloud, wrapping a strong hand around his throat as he got closer. "So quick to come for me, already? God, what a good fucking slut you are, look at you." Purring into his ear, he nodded quickly, moaning out shamelessly.

Your grip tightened, both around his length and throat. You choked off a couple of his groans, biting into his shoulder to restrain yourself. He was quivering, bucking wildly into your grip as he came, coating his torso and your hand evenly. You let go of his neck, massaging it as you rode him out through his orgasm. "There's my good little whore, my good boy." You murmured in his ear, watching him shiver deliciously under your grasp. "Do you need a second?" You questioned him, watching for a reaction. He shook his head, breathing harshly. You smiled at that, jerking away from him and pushing him down by the back of his neck into the carpet. "Good, I wasn't going to give you one anyway." You lied smoothly, though his reaction was everything to you as he whined, feeling his oversensitive length against the rough texture of the floor. You pulled him up a little by his hips, slipping a still-slick finger into him.

"So loose, already? Wow." You noted aloud, adding a second one easily. Your fingers brushed up against his prostate and he nearly screamed, the loss of vision adding to the pleasure and surprise. "Don't hide anything, darlin'," You got closer to his ear, leaning over him, "You won't be able to hold anything back soon enough." And with that you worked your ring finger in, curling up and relentlessly stimulating his prostate. He was moaning wildly like a common whore, hips rolling into your hand, lips parted. Pulling out, you admired him in this state. You tried to commit the picture to memory, his lips parted in bliss, hips eagerly awaiting yours in the air. "So... so pretty." You muttered, rolling a condom on.

Lining yourself up, you didn't touch him, keeping the element of surprise. He made a noise telling you to hurry up before suddenly you yanked his head up by his blindfold, thrusting all the way in in one go. At this, you shared a prolonged moan, the desperate warmth around your cock just fucking sinful. He rolled his hips back into you, groaning until he was cut off by his head being held sideways into the floor, you using the leverage to fuck him wildly into the floor. He rested a palm on the carpet in front of his head while the other helped him thrust back into you, moaning and calling out like his first time. Your shared first time.

He was too lost in pleasure to even form a complete sentence, just incoherent noises spilling from his lips and drool dripping down his chin to pool around his mouth. He arched his back, the new angle earning him a husky groan from behind, the abuse on his prostate never-ceasing nor giving him time to adjust and gain his bearings. "So needy..." You commented, pulling and pushing your full body weight into him, the desperate cries for more all you needed. "Harder- god, please, just fu- ahn!" He yelped when you gripped him by the shoulder, flipping him over and staring him down, raising his legs and nearly folding him in half to do something new. This drove him wild, drool running down the side of his mouth complimented by the small wet marks where his eyes would be on the blindfold, choked moans and cries escaping his throat. You smirked, leaning over him and kissing him on the forehead, fucking him into next week. His back arched higher and higher in the buildup of sensations, brain incapable of perceiving nor thinking about anything other than you.

You agonizingly slowly traced your hand down his flexed abs, tripping on the high of realizing you were the one causing him to writhe and tremble like this, crying out like you're the last he'd have in his life. Finally reaching his dick, you stroked roughly, a stark contrast to your slow path down his body. Not having been expecting it, he let out a choked cry, biting into your shoulder in an attempt to slow down his orgasm's barrelling approach. He reached up to your back, clawing down your skin with his short nails. The bursts of pain were sending you on a whole new high, you couldn't help but let your head sink down for a second, moaning loudly into his hair. He came suddenly, painting both of your lower stomachs with the fluid. "Don't stop." He managed through choked noises, bathing in the unsettling but ecstatic feeling of overstimulation. Your thrusts easily became sloppy, it was hard not to come quickly after him with the way he pulsed around you, the heat something you fucking dream of...

Soon enough you were panting over him, feeling a slight trickle down your back as your blood mixed with the sweat of your labor. Bruce was nearly limp on the floor, snatching off his blindfold you took in his face and nearly came again right then and there. His eyes were nearly all the way rolled back into his head, cheeks bright red, lips parted in a soft 'o', stunningly blissed out. "You still with me, Bruce?" You met his eyes, tilting his chin to meet you. He smiled, "Mhmm!" Kissing him softly, you fell in love for the thousandth time with the softness of his lips, the graceful fall and arch of his cupid's bow the stuff of gods. He deepened the kiss, already giggling as he felt you harden inside him again so soon. "Use me." He repeated, begging you. "Fuck." You gasped, tasting and savoring those words on his tongue.

Pulling out, you watched him make a dissatisfied sound at your absence before smiling widely as he saw what you pulled out of the dresser. "Wondered when these would make a guest appearance." He giggled dumbly, holding his hands out for you to cuff him with the leather. "Nuh-uh, brat, c'mere." You stood, bringing him with you and seating him on the bed. You made out with him messily as you fastened them around his wrists behind him. He arched his back into you, pleadingly grinding into your cock. "We'll get to that in a second, Doll." You smiled, arching an eyebrow. You rubbed more lube into his ass, trying to make your rough treatment a little easier on his body. Can't have Batman not able to walk, can we? You groaned softly at that picture, the idea of Bruce out patrolling and being slowed down by the pain in his lower back was nothing but delicious. You raised him onto his knees before guiding his hips back down, his sweet moans filling the air as you filled him up again. "Ride me." You commanded, taking the strong flesh of his hips into your hands and helping him support his body weight, quickly rising and sinking on your length. He groaned huskily into your neck, forehead resting on your shoulder.

He took charge, quickening his pace and mouthing along your trap muscle, sucking into the skin and sinking his canines into you occasionally. You thanked him, gripping his back and eventually sliding your hands down once again to his waist, aiding him. "Fuck... I never was too good at th-" You cut him off by shoving him down onto the bed below you, keeping relatively the same position just now horizontal. "Shh... you've done so well." You smiled and resumed your earlier devilish pace, slamming into him and wrecking his insides. He arched his back on his hands which were still behind him, loving every second of control you had over him. You nearly snarled at the way he was so desperately taking you, whining out every time you pulled back only to thrust back and force stars in his eyes. "Look at you, Bruce. World's Greatest Detective reduced to a fucking plaything on my dick. You take me like you were built for fucking, god, look at you."

He'd later say that nothing you'd ever said during sex before had gotten him so hot and bothered, it was evident in the way he cried and clung onto you. "Fuck yes, anything for y-you!" he whined, shuddering under you. His groans and begging became higher in pitch, tears falling from his pretty eyes, completely clouded over with pure lust. "My little whore..." You moaned in reverence, growling into his neck, carving into his throat with your teeth and leaving him absolutely covered in red and purple marks that would stay there for weeks. Anything to remind him. "Mine, mine, mine." You mumbled into his hair, driving him home.

Bruce came with your name on his lips, something he knew drove you wild, quaking and spasming under your harsh thrusts before you came with him, an elongated groan ripping out of your throat. You milked every last fucking drop out of him, licking away the strings of drool from his chin. He was panting while you unlocked the cuffs, watching him sigh as he relaxed his body and sunk into the soft mattress. You tossed the condom wrapper away, kissing him gently on the cheekbone.

"I don't think you've ever... fuck, babe, I've never seen you like that before." Your head dropped with shame and a little embarrassment, "Wouldn't be surprised if you never let me touch you again, I don't know exactly what came over me, I-" He sat up, taking your hand, "Hey, look at me, baby. Don't apologize for anything, remember who asked for it? Besides, I'd do it all again if it helped you." He leaned into you with a mischievous smile, "Not to say I don't love being fucked like a street whore," You smirked at that, "I love you. The manhandling was hot." You could feel how red you are, the heat of your cheeks burning. You rose from the bed, grabbing the nearby wet towel and wiping off the dried come from your abs, moving to clean him next.

You took extra care wiping off around his sensitive areas, rubbing an anti-bacterial gel into the bites that broke a little skin, sealing them with a kiss and smile. "Could you swipe over my back real quick?" You asked, turning around and handing him the towel. He gasped softly, "Damn, babe, I'm sorry." Your quizzical noise was cut off by a loud hiss, the towel stinging over the open wounds. "They aren't deep, most of them are already completely closed." You nodded, "Man, I got you good, didn't I?" You laughed at yourself, taking the slightly red towel back from him and departing again.

You brought him some water to sip on while you ran to the bathroom, plugging the drain and running a warm bath. Lavender scented the room as you poured the bubbles in, giggling like a child as you watched them rise. Settling some assorted cookies and lighting some candles by the edge, you retrieved Bruce from the bedroom and carried him bridal-style into the bathroom, gently sinking him in the water. He marveled at you, "How do you manage to ruin me, twice, and keep enough energy to nearly effortlessly carry me around?" You smiled, taking your seat next to him, "Oh good, so you couldn't feel how much I'm shaking, that's wonderful to know." He smirked at you, flicking some water your way. You later massaged the shampoo into his scalp, feeling the way his entire body relaxed with you while he was in your care, the gentleness and intimacy of the act making your heart swell.

"I love you." You mumbled into his hair once you'd both been fully dressed, limbs tangled in each other's and cuddling, enjoying the other's warmth. "I love you more," Bruce responded groggily, on the verge of sleeping. "Sleep well, darling." You whispered, kissing his cleaned locks, listening to his deep breathing and slow rise and fall of his chest.

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craftartz67 · 2 years

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#my art <3 #the batman 2022 #the batman #batman movie 2022 #officer martinez #Diego Martinez #bruce wayne #brucetinez #batinez #soft moments #this is very cute #sweet moment #good together #adorable together #soft martinez #soft bruce wayne #brucetinez appreciation #i like how they turned out

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superbat-love · 11 months

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Batman and his special affinity with aliens. First Clark, and now his adopted alien starfish son Jarro.

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emo-batboy · 6 months

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A Wild SuperGuy? (Social Media AU)

Part 44 (Masterlist)

(Part 45)

Istg I made this entire chapter in two hours. It's like I was smacked upside the head with the opposite of writer's block. (Also shoutout to the two people in part 43's notes that immediately predicted what this update would be about.)

@bruciemilf how’s it hangin’

Drink water, enjoy the weather, and have a great day :D

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bruciemilf · 8 months

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Jason's coming home isn't a smooth affair. It's surreal and destructive and pulsing grief. He doesn't know how to tell Bruce there's no one alive he loves more. Because he does love him. He wouldn't be so dissapointed in him if he didn't.

his love has TEETH now, and Jason is too young and full of sadness to tame them. So he has to show It, in other ways.

Sometimes, it means staring down a brickhouse kryptonian, nervously toying with his fingers over the breakfast table, and pulling out his most vile threats.

Otherwise, it's allowing Bruce's hand to run through Jason's curls, touch cold like a father, with all the love Jason doesn't know. It's accepting book recommendations and silent lunches and resting his head on Bruce's lap.

"Would you do it again?"

"Do what?"

"Raise me. If you had a choice, would you choose me all over again?"

"Yes," Bruce responds after a pause, resolve like molten steel, " There's no me without you. If I could live a thousand lives, I'd choose you in every single one."

And Jason's heart bleeds quietly. He doesn't have to say he'd choose bruce, too. Because he already did.

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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Single parent Bruce Wayne batkids being protective and (healthy) possessive over Bruce?? Batkids who have differing opinions on who Bruce should date?? Yes, yes, yes!!

I imagined that the kids are pretty used to Bruce going on dates as Brucie Wayne, to keep up the playboy persona. All of them have worried about varying degrees. Some took the time to do background checks on the person he was going out with and others decided to spy on them.

Hell, they would’ve been doing just that if Alfred hadn’t stopped them. Said something about how Bruce is an adult who can make his own decisions. They all knew the butler was lying through his teeth.

But they were all comforted by the fact that Bruce didn't have any feelings. That most likely, there would be no second dates with that person, they would fade into the faceless void that was the Gotham elite.

That assurance wrapped them up in a blanket when Bruce was out later than he was supposed to. When he came back happy and giggling rather than the usual indifference or just exhaustion.

“This is weird, right?” Duke questioned one day. They were all in the kitchen waiting for brownies that Jason was stress baking them.

“What is?” Jason asked-mumbled as he was setting the timer.

There was a definite tension in the air around them. For a full house of people, it was quiet. Just the sound of mindlessly scrolling on the phone and Jason’s baking filled it. The silence lingered either way.

“That we have this protectiveness of Bruce,” he explained. “Like he goes out for a ‘date’ and look at us. All nervous and fidgety. I mean, it’s been an hour and no arguments between Tim and Dami.”

No one had an answer for that. It was one of those that were complicated and simple all at once. Bruce was a person with feelings even though he tries to hide them, they are present. They exist. And he breaks, easy and often. And shouldn’t that be reason enough? Because he’s a person who has so much love to give but has been burned too many times.

But continues to love either way.

“Because he’s our dad and no one’s ever gonna be good enough for him, duh.” Jason answers, unfiltered and blunt. He was the most vocal in opposition to these dates in the first place, or Bruce going on dates in general.

“But it's all fake though? We all know that for him it might as well be another business meeting.”

Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce walked in, and as usual he was bombarded with a million questions. Duke’s question was forgotten by all of them.

“Where did you go?”

“What did you do?”

“Who was it?”

“How was it?”

“Guys, guys, calm down,” Bruce chuckles, “I just got into the house. Let me settle in first.” There was a faint redness of his cheeks, a glint in his eyes.

That only suggest trouble.

“And also, my date isn’t the type of person you guys are thinking of,” he starts off, walking towards the den. His kids follow him like little ducklings following their mother. “It was Harvey Dent “

“The fucking D.A?! Two Face??” Jason yells, alarmed. Harvey Dent wasn't the type to have fake dates with people.

“It was a real date,” Bruce admits to them. He gets comfortable on the couch and all of his kids surround him, preparing to latch on to every word. “Only Alfred knew about it because we know how you kids can get. I really like him, and I know that you have your suspicions, especially about him. So, please?”

“No!” Jason said, a frown on his face and his arms crossed. “I don’t like him, I don’t trust him, and he isn’t good enough.”

“Jay-“

“I agree with Todd, Father,” Damian cuts in. “My mother is a more suitable choice if we’re being honest.”

“Eh, if we are actually being honest, it’d be Superman.”

“Superman?!” Jason questions with disgust written all over his face. “Dickface, I know you have some hero worship going on with him, but that's the most basic of basic.”

“Plus, it’d be weird if I was dating my Dad’s boyfriend’s son,” Tim added.

“For once, Drake is correct. Neither Dent nor the alien is the correct choice for Father. Like I-”

“No, little brother,” Cass said.

“Yea, I agree with Cass here, Dames. I just don't see it working out with those two,” Duke agreed.

The argument continued well into the night and in true Wayne fashion, it in a debate style with well-thought powerpoints and some insults thrown in of course. No one had any agreement on who deserved their father.

“Um, do I get to make a decision on this?” Bruce asked in the middle of a laughing fit. It was nice to have the house full with people and laughter.

All of them looked at him with a blank stare and responded with a swift “No”.

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