Summary:A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
The complicated and long journey to get there was definitely worth it.
Dick figured out his surroundings before starting to walk.
There weren’t many people he passed, even when he got close to the town. But ones he did, they all stared, immediately recognizing him as a tourist. The place was too isolated for people to be passing through frequently.
Dick used that infamous Wayne charm to give polite smiles and nods to the townsfolk who gawked at him.
An hour later, Dick was at the bottom of a small hill, outside the fence of a bright yellow house. On the other side of him was water – the Norwegian sea.
The air was crisp and fresh, and Dick’s lungs seemed to thank him every time he took in a deep breath.
I will start by commenting on the soundtrack. Each chapter was swell, but I really felt this one was fitting. Sort of soft, light. Even the heavy parts felt good. I loved that ending for her. She deserved her Walter Mitty year and someone sweet waiting for her when she was ready.
I love the way this wrapped up. Dick waited like a true gentleman, but not in a broody distant way. He stated his intentions, he followed up, he followed through and he didn’t hold anything against her. I’ll never find a love like that so I’m just going to be elated that even in the imaginary world a guy like this exists for someone.
I love LOVE that she’s in therapy. And I love that she uses her skills. And that she’s honest and not afraid of confrontation and that she makes friends and works on a farm and hangs out with kiddos. I love this little life of hers.
I love that Bruce hasn’t changed in the slightest. He gave vulnerability a try during their conversation, but she carried that whole scene and good. She should. I’m not even sure she realizes how much the power dynamic has shifted through her healing. She’s the one who is growing and isn’t afraid and is making choices that aren’t self destructive. That’s power. It’s beautiful.
FUCKING DAMIAN TIGER KING WAYNE. I love this kid. I wanna keep him in a shoe box in my closet too. Of course he knows too much and of course he shares what he knows with her. Part of me wonders if he realizes what he’s telling her or if he’s just spitting out observations the way kids do without thinking about the implications. I’m leaning toward the second. And I’m betting he LOVES getting a little undivided attention from her. She’s his mommy. Duh. Because Dick is daddy. Sure Bruce is father. But does he give warm hugs?
This familial chaos is something that comic books do so well but it’s missing from the movies more often than not but I’m glad to see it’s alive and well in this universe.
Excuse me whilst I comb through your dc list for more dick. And when I find none, I shall cry. It’s fine.
Summary:A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
Y/N had tried to push her short-lived romance with Bruce Wayne out of her mind for two years. And the moment she sees him again, for the first time since, it all went to hell.
Why did she let him have her so easily?
Why was he so hard to fight?
His presence was difficult to ignore. And when he acted on their mutual feelings, Y/N knew she’d do just about anything for him.
But could two stubborn, emotionally distant, and nearly impossible people make it work?
But then Dick…Dick Grayson.
Whenever Y/N thought of him, a warmth spread through her chest. He wasn’t scared of her. Instead of trying to break down her walls, he patiently waited for her to open a side door for him. He was patient and kind. Though he adopted Bruce’s flirtatious and charming ways, it was backed by substance in a way Bruce never bothered to follow up with.
Both men loved her differently.
But that didn’t mean one loved her more than the other either.
Idk about this. Does Bruce love her? Does Bruce LOVE anything? TRULY. I need an answer. Look I’m all for dark and broody and not much for words. But I just don’t get “love” vibes from him. At all. Everytime I think about YN and Bruce I just get the sense that he feels strongly and doesn’t know what else to call it so he just kisses her and then kissing her feels good so then he does more of that and then wham bam thank you ma’am. Like. Idk. Maybe I’m being too critical but I don’t think I am. Does Bruce love anything? Anyone?? I don’t know. I just don’t.
Dick…. I mean okay now that I know it’s been 6 months, I’m more open to the idea that he may actually feel love for YN. Fine. You can say it Dick. Even this though, I struggle with. Like…… he’s been strung along and we really haven’t gotten that much of his perspective, so I dunno. Is it love? Really? He says it is and I’m inclined to believe him, but I wish we saw more of that. Of whatever their connection is. As terrible as it is, I feel like he was sold when he learned they were the same age and it’s just been confirmation bias since then. Idk. Maybe I’ll just day dream for a bit about the days when he would just sit with her in the cave while she worked and convince myself that they are in love. Idk. I’ll work on it.
Their feelings aside…. I get it girl.
I hear the pain. This gal didn’t sign up for this shit and now she’s got some decisions to make that only kind of have anything to do with her men.
She’s trapped between the broken one that gets my brokenness and responds in a way that hurts but feels familiar and deserved and the good one, the pure one that makes me forget my brokenness and treats me like I’m not, but I know he deserves more.
It’s terrible. TERRIBLE.
I can’t help but think that she’s looking at dick and seeing what Bruce is doing to her just reflected on this sweet soul and boy that doesn’t make it better.
So her decisions are really about HER. Who does she want to be? The person who sticks in the sick social cycle she’s stuck in, taking the bare minimum. Or the person who wants more and in turn has to give more. Both are scary.
How do I join this club with YN and Jason? Is there an orphan version? Oh I’ll just start one with Dick.
“When I meet men, in my eyes, they’re all my father until they prove otherwise. And the reason I’m always waiting for the floor to drop out from underneath me… is because it always has.” Look. You don’t know me like that, so if you’re going to come for my throat, at least give me a heads up. Thanks.
Also lol they’re all my father…… like….. like Bruce? She can join our daddy issues club. There are many clubs.
Now I’m starting to wonder…what if the only things you like about me is just everything that he made me be? And this is where I shrieked so loud my soup dumplings shook. Thanks. The dog hates me now.
On instinct alone, he put his hands on top of hers, scared she’d stop touching him too quickly. Still shrieking. look. He wants to be with her. Near her. Wants to give comfort to her and receive it. He wants her. BRUCES INSTINCTS- no don’t bring him up. Focus on dick.
LOVE.
STILL SHRIEKING. OKAY. OKAY. OKAY.
“Then tell me why you love him,” Dick surprised her by asking. “I need to know. I need to know why, because that’s the only way I’m going to be able to let you go.” And now I’m shaking too. Sweet. I love this. So much. Love it. The way she says please don’t make me…. How much of that is because talking about Bruce sucks and how much is because she doesn’t want dick to let her go? HOW MUCH
Guys. Look. I’m not okay. I’m not OKAY. The way Dick just…. Oh my god. Like a lesser man would be so anti this Bruce thing and let it keep them apart and he just doesn’t. He’s so good. He sees her love for Bruce and it’s a part of her and he just wants her, all of her. So he kisses her. He is not shying away and my body huuuuuuurts.
NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO. I love Jason but their moment ended but DICK YOU HAVE NOT LOST HER. STOP IT. BAD DICK. NO.
Okay wow. I love Jason. This friendship is so pure. Bless. I feel blessed by all their interactions.
This fucking tracking device. I want to smash it. No one cares where you are Batman. Actually…… like a ton of people care where you are Batman. Just giving someone a tracker for your whereabouts is hella irresponsible. Like. Why? Why would you do that? Is it even a real tracker? Is it in Damian? Why? It’s symbolic, but if what? SYMBOLS ARE POINTLESS IF THERES NOTHING BEHING THEM. It’s not like he actually cares about her more than being Batman, there’s no way. So why bother with this tracker business? To feel like less of a jackass? No. I reject this. Take the tracker back. It’s pointless. I’m so mad about this. God. This is so like him though. FUCK.
ARE YOU GOING TO PROTECT HER FROM BRUCE WAYNE. OH MY GAWD DICK. YES. I NEED AN ANSWER TO THIS QUESTION AS WELL.
She would bend and fold herself for Bruce, lowering her expectations and latching onto what little he gave her, putting it all on a pedestal and giving it more meaning than it deserved. EXACTLY. THATS WHAT I AM SAYING WITH THIS TRACKER BUSINESS. What does it mean?! NOTHING. NOTHING.
AHHHHHHH. this discussion between Bruce and dick. Damn. Daaaaaaamn. It’s so good. Bruce is clinging to his self righteousness like Damian clings to the ceilings. Idk if he does that but he’s a demon baby I won’t underestimate him. Also his name is Damian. I love that Dick is getting it all out there but damn I kind of wish YN could hear it.
Ugh. This is so hard. Bruce really is doing the right thing. He knows his limits and he knows he can’t be for YN what she deserves, I respect his self awareness. I MEAN I KIND OF WISH HED COME TO THIS CONCLUSION UMMMMMMM IDK SOMETIME BEFORE FUCKING HER TWICE AND ABANDONING HER. WHAT A CONCEPT. Alas. He’s reached his conclusions and naturally, he’s not going to share them with her. Dick is absolutely right. Even knowing that Bruce really is not good enough, I said it and I meant it, for her, just leaving her in the dark instead of saying that like really truly saying that is such horse shit and just proves the point. I wonder how much of that is calculated. Is bruce fucking it up on purpose because his pride won’t let him say it or is he just captain self fulfilling prophecy?
It makes me so sad how hard it is for dick to wrap his mind around what Bruce is saying. I can hear the desperation in his voice when he said “so dont, don’t put her second.” It’s so simple in his mind because he is a better person than anyone else involved. Maybe a little naive but I’m choosing to think he just knows what he would do and it’s frustrating for him to see someone he respects do the opposite. That’s SUCH a shitty spot to exist in.
Summary:A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
He was thrown back into the past to the moments after his parents were murdered. This felt the same but somehow worse. Because he was convinced he had the power to stop it, to keep Y/N safe.
Why did everyone he love have to die?
Was he cursed?
Was he responsible for their deaths?
He hadn’t even been able to tell Y/N how he really felt. He’d been holding back all this time, terrified that his truth would just push her away and make her decide to close off from him.
Now Dick wished he could go back in time and confess everything to her. If she had pushed him away, he would found his way back to her somehow. He sees that now – now that it’s too late.
Reading this chapter just… I don’t think I’ve ever had such physical reactions. Like, hand over my mouth, trying not to scream through all of it.
I threw my phone when Bruce kissed her. Literally. Then I took a few deep breaths and had to know how it ended. I started rocking back and forth when they went to bed. Like. O. M. G. Of course they did. But also NO.
And then a knock.
A. Fucking. Knock.
I wanted to hurl. I really did. I thought I was going to. That was… oh my god, Dick.
Im trying to actually put into words why I’m so upset and I can’t. I get the whole finding comfort in a similarly broken person, BUT HOLY FUCK BRUCE.
I swear the man has two feelings.
Bad.
Horny.
Like….. you can do other things, Bruce! You can hug a person! You kiss a cheek! That’s tender as shit. Leave a box of cookies at their door! Write a letter! Or you know… just like… say thank you for saving my life? THERE ARE EXPRESSIONS OF GRATITUDE THAT DONT INVOLVE COPULATION BRUCE.
He doesn’t know them. He doesn’t know them. He doesn’t know how to be a human. He just knows he has to keep Gotham safe and make sure Damian doesn’t burn down a build a bear. That’s it. He has the emotional development of an angler fish and I’m MAD ABOUT IT.
Why are you mad? BECAUSE HE KNOWS THIS. I KNOW THAT HE DOES. I KNOW THAT HE KNOWS THAT HE DOESNT HAVE ANY FOLLOW THROUGH IN AN INTIMATE SENSE. SO JUST STOP. STOP STOP STOP.
I get it, he’s not okay. Bruce has baggage. Hurt people do things when they’re in a silly goofy mood but OH MY GOD BRUCE STOP FUCKING HER.
I can’t. I can’t with them.
AHHHHHHHHHHH.
Dick is just happy she’s alive and he lets her go because it’s what she needs and then he wants see her and and and and and
Summary:A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
“Going along with this plan seems rather unlike you,” Tim finally pointed out to Bruce.
It was the two younger boys and Bruce sitting in the cave.
“Without her help, we would have never been able to get the evidence we need to take down The Court of Owls,” Bruce sighed as he looked up at the screens.
“Yeah, but like you said before, we never use our own as bait,” Tim countered.
“Y/N knows what she’s doing.”
Tim and Damian shared a look.
“Are you certain things have not gone too personal, father?” Damian finally asked.
Which I only point out because this family is better at killing than communication.
Also I think they’d prefer it.
ANYWHO. interesting conversations happening. Bruce is in full dad mode, which I find hilarious. He treats adults like children and literal children like adults. It’s almost weird to see him mandating family dinners, being embarrassed by his sons, and then tucking one into bed. It’s so different from the Batman or Mr. Wayne. It’s his third personality. Hidden away until the other two aren’t necessary.
I’m glad you dove into Jason’s story a bit, I just asked too soon. Lo siento. He is fun. Sure deflecting isn’t the *best* coping mechanism, but it’s my preferred method so I’m team Jason Shit Stirrer.
Damian is so weird, I love this little sourpatch kid. He is the Halloween candy they used to warn us about on local news. He is the Razor Blade in the Milkyway.
Talia and Bruce. Damn. What a story. I appreciate the way you talked about it. It happened. Bruce clearly doesn’t want to talk about it and I think that’s fine. Respecting victims wishes and NOT dwelling isn’t making light of something. It feels very true to his character as well. I can’t imagine there are many instances in which Bruce Wayne was a victim, so I’m sure that’s a difficult memory for many reasons. Even if his son is arsenic in the sugar bowl, it’s clear he cares for him in whatever ways he can.
I don’t know why but the idea of Damian having a bedtime is fucking hilarious. Like. I know he’s a child and he needs to go to sleep. But I can’t help it. The fact that he probably (definitely) has wet the bed and also rides shot gun in the Batmobile is really making me laugh.
I demand to know what Damian Wayne’s pajamas look like.
Dick. Dick dick dick dick. You heard my threats. And you still found a way to fuck it up. Not entirely but still.
Pro: I’m glad he came clean so fast.
Con: COULD HE DO SO WITHOUT SOUNDING SO ACCUSATORY. GOD DAMN.
It’s so real though. People who have good family memories and healthy relationships and do the absolute most to put the fun in dysfunctional often can’t understand those of us who feel safer in shadows. “Why didn’t you tell me-“ CAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO DICK. We’ve kissed like thrice, pump the breaks sheeeeeeeeeesh.
Now. I will say. There is power in the exchange of information. Which is why YN is hacker. It’s the power that’s available to her after feeling powerless. And she uses it to leverage the powerful and help the powerless. Love it. Information is core piece of this series.
BUT DICK. There is power in the exchange of information. There is INTIMACY in the equitable exchange of information. (Full circle to my whole ass rant about intimacy during that flashback). There is intimacy in two people wanting to know each other and wanting to be known. That’s beautiful. BUT IT CANT BE FORCED.
I understand that Dick feels the scales are tipped out of his favor, considering she already knows everything, (does she tho?), but they aren’t really. There is a difference between a background check and a real conversation. Dick is really STILL in the power position because he isn’t afraid of intimacy.
Can we have a breakdown of how much time YN has spent in Wayne Manor? Cause this is kind of what I was worried about. Bruce telling Dick about YN’s past and Dick feeling an even deeper connection without the benefit of YN offering it up. It’s like a seesaw and Bruce heaped a bag of sand onto Dick’s end and Grayson’s sitting on the ground shouting up into the air to YN “why are you so far away?”
I can appreciate that Dick is trying to even the playing field with his honesty. At least she knows that Bruce shared something that didn’t belong to him anyways. Ironic isn’t it? Considering all the tension? All the times he had a hard time sharing something that didn’t belong to him anyways.
Anywho. Loved this. As usual.
Love watching both men just fuck up continuously.
YN. Homie. You sound a little too much like me and that’s a lonely existence, so if you could….. actually do whatever you want girl. We’re not here for a long time, just a hard time.
Summary:A certain bat believes that Y/N is in way over her head, that she’s too naive to act in her best interest. So, whether she wants it or not, the vigilante family is going to help and protect her before she gets herself killed.
“The Court is holding session two weeks from now,” Y/N announced to the group.
“How do we know they’re going through with it after all the recent attention?” Damian challenged.
“They haven’t missed one in over over 20 years.”
“So, what’s the plan?” Dick asked.
Y/N took in a deep breath, “We need a diversion.”
“Diversion?” Jason asked.
She nodded. “The Court has two kinds of protection: the Talons and then the protection they either buy or blackmail. The Talons are at every meeting, making sure nothing goes down and protecting The Court.”
Y/N eyed all of them before continuing – except for Bruce. The two of them hadn’t spoken since their argument, and Y/N hadn’t so much as acknowledged him.
That’s. That’s my ship. I MEAN IF BABS IS IN THE PICTURE, Bc let’s be honest even after they broke up, she was still in the picture. Ugh their love story, it kills me.
AND GIVEN THE CHOICE BETWEEN BARBARA GORDON AND SOME CHARACTER THAT MAY OR MAY NOT ANSWER TO MY OWN GODDAMN NAME …… Dick should be with Babs.
Wow. Thanks for putting this hypothetical in my head where it hurts the most. Is this how you do it? Is this how you flip me to team Bruce? Cause it’s tricksy and I don’t like it.
Dick loves. And he loves well. And I also wonder what YN would do if she had someone who just loved her and loved her well. Feels a little premature to think like that, but they’re very comfortable together and near death experiences followed by tender moonlit hand touches mean you automatically level up in a relationship, I didn’t make the rules.
So Dick sees the similarities. Sounds like I’m not the only one with daddy issues. Jk. Kind of.
Bruce sharing her backstory with Dick……….
I have EXTREMELY mixed feelings about it. I hear him. I hear what he’s not saying. I get the message.
It just…. It wasn’t his story. And he’s no less a control freak for weirdly dumping someone else’s trauma on Dick’s shoulders just so he can not say that he’s giving Dick permission but also that’s 1000% what he’s doing. Like. WUT.
Why say anything at all? “Because she won’t” WELL THATS KIND OF UP TO HER AINT IT BRUCEY? Nope. Not anymore. Mr. See problem make problem to problem just swooped in and said if I can’t fuck her, let me hand pick the next guy who will and give him this deeply intimate knowledge so that the guy now feels even more connected to her without her knowledge.
THAT. IS. WEIRD. AND. NOT. OKAY.
If dicks first act is not to tell YN that Bruce spilled the beans I will riot. When he inevitably decides not to because if he does, she’ll be weirded out and pull away even harder, I will riot then too. I get it. But I don’t like it. Straight up if I found out two dudes were swapping my fucking trauma story behind my back, I would kill them. Or run away and never speak to them again. Or both. Idk. But that’s a non negotiable. SO NOW IM JUST ANGRY and waiting to see what YN does. Cause as the person behind the screen who is used to having all the information about others…. Finding out that the tables have been turned is going to be hard to swallow.
What was I going to say? Nothing. Bruce is being weird. All of my reblogs are now
Can you write a Bruce Wayne(From Gotham the tv show)x reader to the song Trouble by Hasley? Please and thank you!!!
I got a kind of abusey vibe from the song and I don’t feel comfortable writing that, so I’m sorry if that what you wanted, but I hope you like it.
Would you bleed for me?
Lick it off my lips like you needed me?
Would you sit me on a couch?
With your fingers in my mouth?
You look so cool when you’re reading me
You crouch on the edge of the building, your gaze roving the streets beneath you, as Bruce settles next to you. You keep your eyes forward, intent on ignoring his own gaze focused on you. But you’ve never been good at ignoring him.
Let’s cause a little trouble
Oh, you make me feel so weak
I bet you kiss your knuckles
Right before they touch my cheek
The two of you drop down onto the thugs below, and you can’t help but grin at the exhilaration as you attack. You’re aware of Bruce’s every move behind you, until you finally take down your last guy. You turn to face him and find him less than a foot from you.
He reaches out to move the stray hairs from your cheek, the brush of his knuckles against your skin causing a shiver to go down your spine.
But I’ve got my mind, made up this time
‘Cause there’s a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
And I’ve got my mind, made up this time
Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head
Set a fire in my head, tonight
You jolt awake from the nightmare, running down the hallway before you can even comprehend what’s happening. A door on your left opens and you spin, only to be met with warm hands on your arms and a familiar face.
You sigh in relief and crumpled against him. Bruce envelops you in his arms as you calm down. He doesn’t ask what the nightmare was about, and you don’t offer an answer. You’re both used to them.
Would you lie for me?
Cross your sorry heart and hope to die for me?
Would you pin me to a wall?
Would you beg or would you crawl?
Stick a needle in your hungry eyes for me?
You strain against the ropes as Bruce struggles against his own. Your captors walk towards you as Bruce shouts.
“Let her go!” He insists. “She doesn’t know anything.” But you do.
“Last chance.” One of the men reveals a switchblade in his hands, and presses it against your neck.
You clench your jaw and close your eyes, waiting for the sting of pain, followed by nothing. However, all you feel is freedom, as the rope binding you falls away to the floor.
You stand and open your eyes, revealing Bruce, knuckles bloody and breathing hard.
His eyes flick up to meet yours and your resistance crumbles.
You feel the wall press up against your back as Bruce’s hands holds your hips. His lips are rough against yours, and you feel the desperation in his kiss.
Let’s cause a little trouble
Oh, you make me feel so weak
I bet you kiss your knuckles
Right before they touch my cheek
You dodge as Bruce aims a kick for your legs, responding with your own kick. The two of you spar back and forth, until Bruce’s left fist shoots out. He lands a glancing blow against your cheek, and you stumble back. Bruce has you pinned against the floor before you can recover, and you grin up at him.
His fingers brush lightly against your cheek, and the bruise that will surely be there soon. You spot a flicker of guilt in his eyes.
That guilt disappears as you use his distraction to your advantage, flipping the two of you so you’re pinning him now.
Bruce let’s put a low chuckle, and you grin triumphantly, before leaning down and covering his lips with your own.
But I’ve got my mind, made up this time
'Cause there’s a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
And I’ve got my mind, made up this time
Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head
Set a fire in my head, tonight
Bruce’s lips press against your collarbone and you sigh softly. Your fingers tangle in his hair. The moonlight filtering into the room gives him an ethereal glow. You smiles as his lips find yours again, your hand trailing to the back of his neck.
The kiss grows more intense, and you feel the bed shift beneath you as Bruce slowly lowers you down onto it.
You pull back and press a feather-light kiss to his cheek, admiring the way the dim lighting accentuates his sharp cheekbones.
Bruce grins and presses his lips back against your own, a newfound passion in him.
Don’t forget me, don’t forget me
I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me
Hmm, when you met me when you met me
You told me you were gonna get me
Don’t forget me don’t forget me
I wouldn’t leave you if you’d
You sigh as Bruce continues ignoring you. You don’t even think he knows he’s doing it. All you had done was talk to another guy in the safe haven, and Bruce had shutdown. Who’d have known that Bruce Wayne could be so jealous?
You go to stand behind him and wrap your arms around him. Your forehead presses against his bare back and you softly press a kiss to his spine.
“Relax. I don’t know if I could leave you, even if I wanted to, Bruce.”
You feel his muscles relax as he turns around.
“You’re stuck with me, Bruce Wayne.”
And I’ve got my mind, made up this time
'Cause there’s a menace in my bed
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
Can you see his silhouette?
And I’ve got my mind, made up this time
Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head
Set a fire in my head tonight, tonight, tonight
Set a fire in my head tonight
Bruce crawls into the bed behind you. You feel it dip under his weight as he lays down, snaking one arm beneath you and the other over you. You close your eyes, content. Outside of your room, the city burns, as maniacs take the streets. But for tonight, in that little room, the only people who matter are you and him.
