Summary:One fateful, drunken night gets you arrested for assault. However, once you get bailed out by Billionaire Socialite Bruce Wayne, surprising obstacles get in the way, forcing you to question all your choices in life, career, and in love.
this is pretty much crack treated quite seriously, um, this is just silly?
A little heads up for the language!
-When the boys heard their mother’s booming voice from the cave, they knew shit went down and at that moment one of the oldest boys had Damian’s ears covered.
- “I WANT A FUCKING DIVORCE!”
- Just imagine how terrified they were when their mother declared that. Their faces turned into varieties of paleness.
- She was going to leave them? Oh crap, oh no, Bruce what the fuck did you do???
- it was obvious who they were going to be with.
- SO DAMN OBVIOUS.
- they were bringing Alfred if she REALLY moved.
- the next day after the one-sided screaming session their mother was silent.
- Dead silent.
- they had never been so intimidated just by hearing someone breathing.
- her overall presence is terrifying to the point when she went on patrol almost no criminals were found that night because they could just SENSE that she needed punching bags to get the rage out of her system.
- they ain’t risking their lives because of Batman’s fault.
- they just knew it was the bat’s fucking fault.
- Joker’s thugs are like Joker? Joker who?
- Oh, you mean that fucking pussy who always tell them what to do? OHH-
- Bruce had to know if it was Alfred who cooked the food.
- no, Batmom could cook hella fine but god when she was mad it’d be better to avoid her cooking.
- but he also knew it’d enrage her if he didn’t finish the food.
- so he put some test into every single dish before eating, he had to know that his wife didn’t put anything in it.
- she never did, of course.
- the boys would miss their mother’s gentleness. She was still kind to them, but she wouldn’t be comfortable when they got too close in fear that she’d snap at them.
- she was still pretty mad.
- this would last for 5 days, give or take.
- then she would break down and tell them how sorry she was for being a bad mother figure to them, for acting like a child.
- group hugssss!
- Bruce would ask for her forgiveness only to be cut off by her bawling. Bruce could barely understand but had the gist of what she was trying to say.
- gross crying. Intense sobbing. Slurred words. Talking too fast.
- “I’M SHO SOWWY OHMYGOD I’M SHO EMOTIONAL WHEN I’M BLEEDING FWOM MY VAGINA. DON’T LEAVE ME I LOVE YOU SOMUCHBWUCE.”
- “leave you? Never. I’m sorry too.”
- TOO MUCH INFORMATION THOUGH Σ(‘∀｀；)
- if there were unfortunate people she happens to beat the shit out of, she’d visit them in her full attire. Mask and all.
- and rest assured because they would receive THE BEST TREATMENT EVER.
A/N: not sure if I’ve written this one before… OH WELL–
cuddling with the big bad bat.
You found Bruce sitting on the bed, back resting against the headboard with his blue eyes closed. He seemed so content and relaxed shoulders visibly slumped seeing he had his guard down, legs crossed at the ankles.
Gently, you closed the door before walking further into your shared bedroom, sauntering towards the bed and almost immediately, as if he sensed you nearby—maybe he did—that you were there, he lifted one of his arms without opening his eyes.
You couldn’t help but giggle softly, slipping into his open embrace as you sat down by his side, head resting against his broad chest and felt it lifting up when he took a deep breath.
He was just so warm his big body was perfect to be cuddled and it exactly what you did. You had your arms around him and his muscular ones around yours, bringing you closer to his body protectively causing your heart to flutter giddily in your chest.
“I love that you don’t bother to ask a question and just let it happen,” you teased, head tilting up to look at his face, finding his eyes already opened to greet yours. His gaze was gentle, adoration twinkling in those hypnotizing blue depths.
“I’m pretty much used to it by now,” his big hand sought for yours, lacing your fingers together before resting your joined hands on his stomach.
“Or maybe you just want to cuddle with me,” you cooed.
The look in his eyes changed and you found yourself flush at the intensity of it, then his mouth opened, he was all but drawled his words. “What if I do?” then he leaned down to bring his face closer, lips ghosting over your slightly opened ones, “what if I actually want more?”
Unable to answer, you settled by hiding your face in his chest—ironically, trying to hide from him as you whined, you were sure he could feel the heat in your face through his dress shirt, missing his smile and chuckle as you were too occupied by hiding your embarrassment.
Requested by Anon - Can I have an imagine with Batman Beyond Damian Wayne? Please? with sprinkles on top?
Requested by Anon - Older!Damian celebrating Valentine’s Day
Author’s Note - I combined these requests together. Also I assumed you mean Damian in the new Batman Beyond comics since he isn’t in the show? If not, let me know.
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Old Ra’s al Ghul led Damian down the steps into the mountain base where the League of Shadows had made it’s home. His breath still visible as they went deeper. They entered the throne room, which was empty except for the lone Shadow standing behind the throne.
“I will retire now,” Ra’s said, glancing at his grandson. “You should as well.”
Damian nodded, lips pursed in a firm line. “I will shortly. There is a matter I have to see to first.” Ra’s nodded and slowly walked off. His staff cracking against the stone floor. Damian watched him go, willing him to go faster. Once Ra’s was gone, Damian allowed himself to relax. “Are my chambers ready?” he demanded of the lone Shadow.
“Yes Master.” The Shadow bowed quickly.
“Good.” Damian turned and marched out of the room. He walked down the long hallways, nodding at each Shadow who stepped out of his way. They all bowed to him, showing proper respect. While he enjoyed the power this gave him, he wished they would disappear at the moment.
Damian came to the kitchens. Several servants gasped at the sight of him, quickly stopping what they were doing to bow. However, the one servant washing dishes didn’t stop to bow. Damian almost smirked at the sight. “I require a meal brought to my room.” He looked at the head cook. The cook tittered, but nodded. The servant washing dishes stopped and turned to look at him. Their eyes were sparkling, yet their face remained expressionless. “Enough for two.” Damian kept his eyes on the cook. “I’ll be waiting.”
With that, Damian spun and marched back out of the room. He heard whispers erupting from behind him, but he didn’t care. A smirk pulled at his lips. He wished he didn’t have to be so indirect, but in his position, he had no choice.
***
His room had been prepared as requested. Warm carpets covered the stone floors, tapestries lined the walls, adding color and keeping in the cold away. The fireplace had a roaring fire. He added another log to keep it going strong.
A knock sounded on his door. “Come in.” He turned to see a servant with the food tray. They bowed before placing it on the table in the middle of the seating area. “Anything else, Master?”
“No.” Damian narrowed his eyes. The servant bowed again and backed out of the room. Once the door was closed, Damian turned to take off his robe and armor. He tossed them on the nicely made bed. It looked even more comfortable than before.
Suddenly, three quick knocks followed by two soft ones sounded from his door. Damian’s heart skipped a beat. The door opened revealing you, the dish washing servant. You slipped inside and quickly closed the door behind you.
“Hello beloved.” Damian dropped his last gauntlet and moved to take you in his arms. You kissed him passionately, running your fingers through his hair. Your hands were dry from washing dishes all day. It angered him, but you wouldn’t allow him to move you to a different position. You didn’t want people to think you were sleeping with the Demon’s Head to make your way in the world.
“Damian,” you whispered, pulling away from him. You panted slightly out of breath. Damian loved how flushed your cheeks got when he took your breath away. Your eyes dropped to his bare chest, running your hands down until they rested over his heart. “You didn’t need to put on such a show. You could have told me to meet you in usual way.”
“TT.” He shook his head, taking your hand and leading you over to the seating area. He lifted the top of the tray to reveal the delicious meal inside. Your eyes widened. He knew it would be a treat for you. “I wanted you to come tonight and I did not have the time to leave the note for you under my dish.”
You smiled, taking a tentative seat on the luxurious chair. Damian hated that you were uncomfortable, but knew you would recover from that once you started eating. He took a seat next to you, serving you. He left his shirt off once he caught you eyeing his abs.
“What is the occasion?” You licked your lips at the food. Damian nodded for you to eat before getting his own plate.
“It is February 14th.” Damian smiled as you took a big bite of food. “Valentine’s Day. Highly commercialized in America. I never liked it, but it is an old custom to be with the one you love and show your love for them. I thought I should partake in this tradition for you.”
You looked at him, blinking softly with your mouth full of food. Damian took a bit of his own, bumping his knee against yours under the table. You swallowed before leaning over and kissing his cheek. “I love you too,” you whispered, glancing back at the door quickly.
“No one will bother us.” Damian took your hand in his. “I gave orders not to be disturbed.” He kissed your knuckles. “Relax, beloved.”
“If anyone were to learn that I am here…” You looked at him with fear in your eyes. His blood ran cold at the sight. “I am far below your station.”
Damian shook his head. “TT.” He smiled at you before leaning over to nibble your ear. “Like that matters to me and if I say so, you will be safe and no harm will come to you.” He felt you shiver from his breath in your ear. “After all, I’m allowed to chose my own lover.”
You smiled brightly before turning your head to catch his lips. He moaned as you pushed him back in his chair to climb into his lap. Your chest pressed against his. The food on the table left forgotten as you and Damian eventually made your way to the bed.
***
You woke to the feeling of someone stroking your forehead. Opening your eyes, you smiled to find Damian al Ghul Wayne watching you with a look of almost contentment on his face. You sensed you were one of the rare few to ever see that from him. Your heart glowed at the sight. “Good morning, beloved.”
“Wait, what time is it?” You sat up, panic filling you. “I have to be at the kitchens to start the morning meal.” You started to get out of bed, but Damian grabbed your hand and pulled you back.
“It’s fine, beloved. I sent a message for you that you were tending to a personal matter.” Damian smirked. “Besides, I realize I haven’t completed the Valentine’s Day custom.” He turned away from you, reaching into the bedside table. You crawled back under the covers. The room had chilled since the fire died down during the night.
Damian turned back around and set a beautiful wooden box in your lap. You blinked, tracing the design on the top. It must be priceless. You felt so unworthy. “Damian, I don’t know if I can have this.”
“TT, open it before you say that.” You glanced up at him. His eyes sparkling a bright green. Your heart melted as you drew your attention back to the box. With only your fingertips, you open the box to find a ornate gold dagger inside. You stared at it in awe. “It is one of my mother’s daggers before she passed. It has the symbol of al Ghul.” He nodded to the hilt.
“I can’t have this.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Thank you, I love it, but I can’t keep this.” You bit your lip at the disappointment that flashed in his eyes. “Damian, someone of my station can’t have something like this. It will be assumed that I stole it.”
He frowned deeply as you closed the box. “Having that knife will not cause you harm.” He kissed your cheek. “It shows you are mine. If anyone in the League gives you trouble, presenting this knife will stop them instantly because it shows you are my beloved.”
You blushed. “So we don’t have to sneak around anymore? This will make our relationship clear to all?”
“Yes, and provide you safety.” Damian smiled as you opened the box again and took the dagger in your hand. “Also I wanted you to be able to defend yourself.” He laid his hand on yours, adjusting your grip on the dagger. “I’ll have to train you to use it, but I think it looks rather good.”
“Thank you.” You turned to kiss his lips. “But I have nothing for you?”
“Your company alone is enough.” Damian stole another kiss. He moved your hand to put the knife back in the box before closing it and reached out to set it on the table. His lips stayed on yours. “I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you, Damian.” You buried your fingers in his hair as he crawled on top of you. Time stopped as you both celebrated your love.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, discussion of sex, sexual tension, there is passionate sex, swear words, dirty talk, some ass action, nipple sucking
Summary: Bruce Wayne has always been full of surprises and one thing that surprised you is he just can’t seem to get enough of you
Type: One shot
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“Mr. Wayne you’ve got Steven asking for you?” Knocking lightly on his door as you popped your head in.
“Tell him I’m busy.” He grumbled as he sat at the table looking at paperwork. Rolling your eyes at his stubbornness to talk to the man.
“You said that last time.” You stated making him look up at you with a stoic look.
“Fine.” Standing up as he walked by huffing and pouting like a child. Turning to you before he walked out of the room. “Thank you.”
Having been working as Bruce Wayne’s secretary for a couple years now. Never thinking someone as wealthy as him would want you. Hiring you on when he saw you working for a different company, and he could clearly tell that you weren’t happy there.
Offering you a job to which you took, and he was paying you three times as much. At first he would barely speak a word to you, but then eventually he opened up and was becoming more friendly towards you.
Over the last couple of months you found yourself slowly starting to fall for him. Always glancing his way whenever he wasn’t looking or trying to make more conversation.
He of course had no idea, but you were hoping one day he would catch on and return those feelings for you. To which he did.
Once he learned of how much you cared and adored the man, he finally admitted he felt the same. Kissing you with every ounce of affection he had in him.
Alfred found out about the two of you, and couldn’t have been more ecstatic. Patiently waiting for one of you to confess what you were feeling. Smiling to himself every time he saw the two of you together.
One thing that surprised you about him was how sexual of a man he is. Sneaking behind you to wrap his arms around you, only then to bend you over whatever furniture was closest to you.
If you were walking down the hall he would snag you in a room, and have his way with you. Smiling as he would look down at you giggling at his playfulness.
Kissing your neck as a hint that he was desperate for you. If he caught you naked at any time it was game over. You didn’t even really bother wearing much clothes around him cause he would just rip it off.
He always had to have his hands on you like he couldn’t get enough of you. Like he was afraid you would float away from him. His touch always so soft and gentle. He was never rough or aggressive with you. Always wanting to make sure you were comfortable and feeling nothing but pleasure.
Walking down the hall to go back to your desk you felt hands wrap around your waist. Squealing as they tugged you back against a warm body. Smiling when you knew exactly who it was.
“I’ve gotta have you love.” Bruce growled in your ear making goosebumps appear on your neck.
Feeling that fire igniting in your lower stomach, as your panties were now becoming soaked. It was crazy how quickly this man could turn you on.
“Then take me.” Looking deep into his eyes watching as his turned darker.
Not wasting another second he pulled you into a room slamming the door shut. Pushing you up against the wall his hands on either side of your head. His lips attaching to the skin of your neck sucking on the flesh.
Moaning into the air as you felt your thighs clenching together trying to ease the pressure between your legs. Whining so he could hear how much you were craving him.
Smirking against your neck he pulled away looking at your trembling body. Hands going to work on tugging your skirt off tossing them somewhere in the room. Unbuttoning your silk blouse exposing your pushed up breasts.
“You are absolutely exquisite.” His eyes devouring your undergarment covered body.
Pulling your thinly soaked panties down your leg kicking them to the side. A cold breeze hitting between your legs making a shiver run up your spine.
“Bruce take me please.” Wrapping your arms around his neck pushing your body against him.
Growling he picked you up hands under your ass cheeks. Wrapping both your legs around him as you watched him use one of his hands to unzip his pants. Breathing heavily as you looked down to see his fully erect cock out.
Rubbing his tip up and down your folds to gather your juices before pushing himself inside of you. Gasping as you felt him stretching you out. Hearing Bruce groan as he waited for you to adjust to him.
Mouth hanging open as you felt your pussy opening up to him. It was like you felt every vein on his cock. Biting your bottom lip between your teeth as he slowly started to thrust up into you.
“I’ve got you darling.” Whispering encouragingly in your ear as he lifted your hips up and down on his cock.
Tightening your arms around him as he started to pick up his thrusts. The skin under your thigh smacking against his upper thigh. Gasping and moaning in his ear as you felt your pussy squeezing him.
Feeling his cock reaching all the way up into your stomach. It was like he was made for you, and he fit just like a glove. Loving the feeling he gave you whenever he was inside of you.
“Oh god Bruce.” Crying out as he was filling you to the brim.
“Fuck.” He groaned as he felt you clenching around him. He was holding himself back like he didn’t want to release the beast.
Your nails scratching up and down his back. If he wasn’t wearing a shirt surely you would have drawn blood. His mouth hovering over your shoulder and ear hearing him pant. He kept whispering dirty things in your ear that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
His cock hitting an all new angle that had your toes curling. Bruce somehow holding you up with no problem. Using the wall to help make sure you were more comfortable and stable.
“So good love.” He grumbled as you felt his hands gripping your ass cheeks. “Feel so good.”
Quickly looking down as you watched his cock disappearing inside of you. Wondering how you were able to take all of him. Your juices coating his cock making it easier for him to slide inside of you. The sounds your pussy was making had your cheeks heating up.
Sharply thrusting his hips making you scream out as he hit your sweet spot. Feeling your cheeks heating up as your body was tightening up getting closer to orgasm. It never usually took look for you to find sweet release with him.
His eyes looking down to your chest, and your breasts that were straining against your bra. Unclasping them somehow exposing them to his hungry eyes. His mouth attaching to one of your breasts. Sucking on the nipple hard making you gasp.
Telling he wasn’t going to last much longer either. His thrusts were starting to slow down, and you could see the veins in his neck popping out. Both of you staring into each other’s eyes.
“Let go darling.” Bruce strained as he could tell you were about to explode.
“So close right there.” Whining as your eyes closed and constricting your legs tightly around his waist. Your body felt like it was morphing into his.
Your orgasm hitting you hard in the face. Entire body shaking and trembling as you felt your insides squeezing around Bruce making him groan. An entire rush of exhaustion running through your body.
“Shit shit.” Growling quietly into your ear as you felt his concern twitching inside of you.
Letting your body relax as you felt him thrust a couple more times. Leaning his face into your neck mouth hanging open. Breathing heavily against his shoulder as he filled you with him warm load.
Both of you waiting to calm down before he set you back down on your feet. Wobbling a little making him hold onto you so you didn’t collapse to the ground. Him laughing when he saw how weak your legs were.
“You better clean up in there.” Hearing Alfred speak as he walked by the room making you and Bruce look at each other before bursting into laughter. 
It’s obvious Batman created mental illness for Bruce Wayne- but the body they both inhabit refuses to take any prescription medicine.
No tattoos at all- specifically goes out of his way not to get one.
This is canon I’m sure, but Batman is one of the only- if not the only- person in the universe who can handle the heat of Oliver Queen’s chili.
Bruce Wayne’s favorite color is purple or blue, Batman has no favorite color.
Now I’ll have to watch the upcoming Batman movie to decide how I feel on Robert Pattinson’s take or not. I will say I like how he looks as a live action Bruce Wayne though, and that the suit makes sense. I enjoy that.
Bruce Wayne had issues balancing the Batman persona for the first two and a half years. The public thought he was ill and reclusive.
There were multiple times where as Bruce Wayne removed the Batman attire, the makeup on his eyes would burn into them and make his eyes water. He had to train them to stop doing that.
Bruce/Batman hates the taste of alcohol.
There are some Mbti tests that claim Batman is an INTP. I disagree. I think he’s either ISTJ or INTJ. I don’t know- I just know that I’m an intp and that man is not. Probably.
Dislikes very strong weather. For example, hot and cold. Warm and cool are fine however. He does, however, like to use the lightning and storms to his advantage and build fear. It really gives the supernatural, street legend vibe to him.
Batman knows about the existence of Vigilante.
Although Batman is in fact outdone by the agility of Nightwing and Dick Grayson, he is one of the few people who can do a perfect split. This includes while using the gymnast rings.
Is (apparently) friends with Spawn. In mortal combat 11, there’s a dialogue where Spawn mentions it and refers to him as a friend. I find that interesting personally. Spawn whoops his ass in a fight by the way.
Batman will often eat crackers for sustenance because the lack of flavor and availability saves him from distractions.
Often thinks about Jason Todd during the holidays. Most notably Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Speaking of Jason Todd, he looks at his old suit a lot. He really does have a lot of regrets.
Batman, not as often as Todd, will think about Harley Quinn. When with Joker, he feels bad. When without, he wishes he could help her. In the Injustice universe, he accomplished this, and she was technically part of the Bat Family.
Amanda Waller knows Batman is Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne and Batman don’t know this.
Bruce Wayne had to learn how to play golf in order to blend in.
Catwoman is his soulmate i don’t care.
Not really about Batman but those Christopher Nolan movies are overrated and Rachel was just the worst. So was that catwoman tbh.
The original bat mobile was a big scary suv. This obviously changed over time.
He DOES sleep upside down like a bat. I love seeing that.
Keeps candy and lollipops on his belt in case he comes across children that need help or need to calm down. Also tissues.
Batman with spikey gloves >
Has mastered German. He speaks many languages, but German was the first that popped into my mind. Next up is probably Chinese.
Kyberverse Batman will function similar to the Arkham game series Batman. That is, I feel, one of the most comic accurate depictions of him.
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