okay so like i said im obsessed with kid fic aus because they’re so so cute BUT i absolutely lovethe unplanned pregnancy trope too
IMAGINE a one night stand with rpatz batman. its one of those getting caught up in the whirlwind, very spontaneous moments. maybe he saves you one night and you kiss him as a thank you gesture and he’s kissing you back. eagerly. desperately. like he’s never been kissed before. and next thing you know he’s lifting you up and pinning you against the alleyway’s wall and your legs are wrapped around his hips and he’s thrusting frantically in and out of you. you’re protected so you dont even think twice about him coming inside you.
but then a couple months later you find out that you’re pregnant. with the batman’s child.
you don’t have any clue who the man behind the cowl is. you don’t even know how to contact him to let him know he’s gonna be a father.
i cant decide how bruce finds out. whether you get desperate to let the batman know and try to reach out to him while the bat signal is on and wait for him there. OR you run into bruce wayne and he recognizes you immediately (because he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since your night together and the only reason he hasn’t seen you sooner is because he’s been too busy) and sees your baby bump…
After some time with Bruce, you’d found yourself comfortable enough to share a detail about yourself you hadn’t actually shared before. Now, comfortable does not mean you couldn’t be nervous. You were, you had no idea what kind of reaction it warranted. What he’d have to say. “Hey, Bruce? Do you have a moment?” You asked him as he sat at the dining room table in solitude. He nodded and pulled out the chair beside him.
“Is everything okay?” He noticed your body language, a bit off compared to how you usually acted around him. He made quick assumptions that you disproved in the coming moments.
“I just wanted to tell you something,” you paused and he stared in anticipation, “I’m autistic.” He raised an eyebrow and waited to see if you’d continue. “That’s all.”
“Oh, okay. That’s nice, thank you for sharing.” Bruce reached for your hand and smiled at you. “Do you want to tell me what it entails? I know it’s different for everyone.” He offered to lend and ear and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.
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.
Warnings:Language.Smut. Just a lil finger bangin, ya know?
Monday, April 18th
I’ve met someone. Arrogant. Flippant. Self-interested. They too, have plans for Gotham. An unshakeable need to play a hand at Gotham’s Rebirth. Her methods are radical, riot inciting, dangerous.
The city’s big. Enough for her to mold parts of it to her liking where my influence hasn’t yet touched. Too rough. Too sharp. My reach can’t remedy the damage. Should she continue, Gotham herself can only hope to be disfigured.
Warnings:Language.Smut. Just a lil finger bangin, ya know?
Monday, April 18th
I’ve met someone. Arrogant. Flippant. Self-interested. They too, have plans for Gotham. An unshakeable need to play a hand at Gotham’s Rebirth. Her methods are radical, riot inciting, dangerous.
The city’s big. Enough for her to mold parts of it to her liking where my influence hasn’t yet touched. Too rough. Too sharp. My reach can’t remedy the damage. Should she continue, Gotham herself can only hope to be disfigured.
Warnings:Language.Smut. Just a lil finger bangin, ya know?
Monday, April 18th
I’ve met someone. Arrogant. Flippant. Self-interested. They too, have plans for Gotham. An unshakeable need to play a hand at Gotham’s Rebirth. Her methods are radical, riot inciting, dangerous.
The city’s big. Enough for her to mold parts of it to her liking where my influence hasn’t yet touched. Too rough. Too sharp. My reach can’t remedy the damage. Should she continue, Gotham herself can only hope to be disfigured.
Warnings:Language.Smut. Just a lil finger bangin, ya know?
Monday, April 18th
I’ve met someone. Arrogant. Flippant. Self-interested. They too, have plans for Gotham. An unshakeable need to play a hand at Gotham’s Rebirth. Her methods are radical, riot inciting, dangerous.
The city’s big. Enough for her to mold parts of it to her liking where my influence hasn’t yet touched. Too rough. Too sharp. My reach can’t remedy the damage. Should she continue, Gotham herself can only hope to be disfigured.
Something pulls me to her.
There you are. Sultry and intense. A bright vision for eyes accustomed to the darkness.
Bruce leans forward and hears himself emit a throaty grunt. It’s just the bruised ribcage he tells himself, knowing it’s a lie.
You’re passionate, as you always are, but being on camera ignites a chromosome in you that makes you magnetic. Anyone watching will be pulled by your words. Like mind control, your message will become theirs. You’re a north star in an empty night sky. You’re the way home. It’s dangerous, the type of power you carelessly wield.
“Now’s the time to reclaim what never belonged to them. Take back the city and let freedom ring!”
The climax to your speech has the crowd cheering with intense
A low vibration rumbles within Bruce like an old bell. “Incredibly dangerous,” he speaks aloud. Or in his head. He can’t tell which. He can only decipher that he needs to see you.
Not deep in the depths of the bat cave on a screen that flattens your visage.
He needs you in the flesh.
You’re washing off the day. Extra hot showers are good for that. The anxiety of being on TV, running back every word you stumbled over or important points you missed, isn’t something you want to keep with you.
So you let your mind drift. It’s a meditation technique your mother taught you. A very basic one, but one nonetheless. All thoughts are welcome. Your mind is free to bring up any memory it wished, so long as it’s business related. No self judgment or hatred of the thought is allowed — a crucial component of the exercise. As your mother had told you, “Allow your mind to freely roam for 30 minutes, and for the entire day you will know where your heart is.”
Suddenly, you aren’t thinking of better plans for Gotham. You’re thinking of hot cocoa and marshmallows during a winter storm. Extra, extra marshmallows. Extra cocoa too. But could you afford the carbs? Wait. Is that you judging yourself? This zone is judgment free. So you release the thought back into the void from which it emerged.
For a moment you’re just enjoying the feeling of being in the shower. But the mind takes over and strangely thinks of weightlifting competitions. Men and their bulging veins.
The thought doesn’t last long.
He arrives.
Of course he does.
The Batman.
It starts as the image of Gotham alight with the signal. We need you Batman. I need you.
The thought travels. What must it be like beneath all that heavy armor. Bulging veins? What kind of man was hidden behind the cowl?
Does he fuck as good as he fights?
You definitely judge yourself for that thought. You rather think about Gotham again than a man or a bat.
Finished with your shower, you dry off and throw on an oversized tee. In your head you’re mapping out your speech tomorrow: Something something like a lost soul, Gotham must find the light. Something something men with dark hearts have ruined this city. We have to fight back or find ourselves in hell.
You don’t realize the light in your bedroom is off until you’re already in it. That’s not how you left it. And before you can move to the lamp… you see him shrouded in the shadows. The silhouette of his thick frame. It frightens you, but not in a way that makes you run for cover.
“Your speech today —”
You give him no chance to finish. “What gives you the right to break and enter into my apartment? That’s the problem with men. Especially men like you. You think you own Gotham and everything in it.”
“Your speech today caused a 5% increase in crime.”
He approaches and hands a handheld device to you. The screen of which is cracked, but you can still make out the ticker.
“Looting has increased significantly in the East End—”
“Correlation doesn’t imply causation.”
“Swipe right.”
As you do so a picture pops up. A vandalized convenient store. A man wearing a mask of the president holds a banner with a man wearing a mask of the Vice President. Let freedom ring scrawled in blood, nearly illegible. A bludgeoned store clerk sits
Batman, in his typical monotone whisper, asks, “is this your idea of Freedom?”
You push the handheld into his chest. “A version of it.”
“Your words have power,” he says, “the things you say could be used for good.”
A thought enters your mind and you don’t pass judgement on it. Here is The Batman. In your bedroom, in the dark. It’s enough to make you bite down on your bottom lip. “That’s what you came all this way to tell me? That I have a naughty mouth?”
He’s silent. As still as the night that coats your apartment. You take the reigns, hoping his lack of a protest is a sign of approval. Lips pressing against his, you groan in approval when he kisses you back. It’s soft, fragile, nothing like the brutal way he’s bludgeoned petty criminals. Makes you think either he doesn’t do this often, or he doesn’t want to hurt you.
His device drops from his hand. It startles you, makes you want to jump from your skin, but his fingers against your waist keep your form flush against him. The kiss breaks and there’s just breathing. Heavy breaths regaining composure.
“Don’t,” he warns as your hand runs along the smooth plating of his cowl. You make no fuss about it, no forcing things. You have every intention to drop the lust, but he’s forcing you back first onto your bed. You flowing with the ebbs of the mattress and sink into the weight Batman forces against you. “Just lie still.”
You do as you’re told. Cold fingers, hard and metal, untie your towel. You’d forgotten that was all you had clothing you. And barely recognize that the hand reaching between your legs is gloved until -
“Shit.”
His fingers slide inside you. You’re not sure how many. You just feel full. To the brink of it burning. It’s just the right amount of stretch.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs, all soft in the darkness. It makes you moan harder when he pushes back inside you. A little rougher and you roll against his finger’s thrusts. “So wet.”
“Does it feel good?” he asks, fingers swirling around your clit. You wrangle out an answer between pants. Yes. It feels so fucking good. With your head thrown back and legs wrapping around either side of his waist.
You come, in the black void of space and he’s kisses you through it. Something he wants to taste for himself.
And then he leaves. Picks up his device and leaves. No trace of him ever being there.
authors note: kind of a transition chapter, not the best, i apologize. ALSO this fic is obvi not cannon and selina kyle is not in it so i am adapting around that, some events are out of order
PRINCESS OF GOTHAM DEAD
the text scrolled across the screen and you bit your lip.
you bounced your leg as you watched the press release. usually it would be thomas you would be thomas you would be bouncing, but he was making his first public appearance today.
jim gordon was currently standing outside the gotham precinct talking to the reporters where they were all hungry for bruce’s appearance.
everyone had decided it be necessary to have thomas be there as no one would believe you dead if thomas were no where to be found either.
gordon stepped up to the mic. everyone had been in arms about your ‘death’ as you were a far different target than the mayor, the commissioner, and the da.
“it is with great sorrow to announce that y/n y/l/n was tragically murdered last night by the riddler. we know this without a doubt and we are using all of our resources to find him. a tape has been leaked of y/n’s death and we are advising the public not to listen out of respect of her family. now a word from mr. wayne, her fiancé.” jim finished.
bruce walked out of the precinct doors carrying thomas. bruce stepped up to the mic and cleared his throat, “this is the second person the riddler has hurt because of me. first alfred, now y/n.” thomas started to whine, “this is our child, thomas bruce wayne jr or tommy as y/n called him. he’s without a mother now.” you could see the pain in bruce’s face as he spoke these words as they were his biggest fears and he needed to make it seem realistic.
you swallowed hard you were worried about the two of them being in such a public place when the riddler was clearly obsessed with him.
“she was a great woman and an even better mother. i should have made better use of our time together. that’s all, thank you.” bruce said and walked back inside as the reporters went wild with questions.
your heart broke, seeing the pain in bruce’s eyes knowing he meant every word of it. tears streamed down your face as you clicked off the tv.
“would you like some tea, ms. y/n?” you heard the voice around the corner, wiping the tears away from your cheeks.
you stood up, “dotty?” you asked softly. you knew she was around, but you hadn’t seen her during your arrival last night.
“i didn’t mean to interrupt. i made you tea. i thought you might like some.” she said, walking in and presenting you tea, just how you liked it.
“you remembered.” this made the tears come falling again and your knees buckled. dotty had always made you tea when you weee upset when you were a teenager, it had been a staple comfort item and a bonding moment between the two of you.
dotty quickly put the tray down and rushed to your side, “sweet girl, everything will be alright. you’re home safe again. we will take care of you.”
you leaned into her shoulder, just as you had when you were a young teenager, “how can anything be the same?” you whispered.
“well it won’t be and it shouldn’t be. there’s a baby now. and if that doesn’t make you want to work things out with him, i don’t know what will.” she said, stroking your hair.
you sniffled, “i’m just so worried about him.”
“well aren’t we all, but now he has someone to come home to besides just me and silly alfred.”
you hugged her a final time, “thank you dot.”
your phone beeped and you looked at it. it was a text from bruce with a link to a news article titled SECRET LOVE CHILD OF LATE Y/N Y/LN AND BRUCE WAYNE? FIND OUT MORE TONIGHT
you swore, you knew that meant reporters would be swarming the manor trying to get more pictures of thomas, especially after that pressconference. there was nowhere safe for them to go in gotham. you needed to find the riddler and be done with this, fast.
thankfully, bruce and tommy would have a police escort back to the house later, but you had gone down to start analyzing the latest letter. as you were about to shut down the computers a pattern in the code caught your eye of your initials. you erased all of those symbols which pertained and it spelled out perfect, ‘44’.
you felt sick, you never wanted to step foot in the iceberg lounge or 44 below again. your last name was a legend in that club because of your father as he was known to take any hit job no matter the target, no questions asked. a year after he had killed your mother, you went looking for answers and had a horrible encounter with falcone and the penguin. if it hadn’t been for young bruce, you wouldn’t have made it out alive.
but you knew you were the only one who was going to get in, even if you were supposed to be dead.
thomas didn’t know what to think about bruce in his suit. he was obviously frightened over the whole situation so he clung to you the entire ride back to the manor.
you almost couldn’t believe it when bruce drove you into literal cave. “unbelievable, you really are the most extra man i know.” you shook your head with a small laugh. only he had the funds to make an actual bat-cave.
bruce ignored your comment and parked. when he got out, you took a moment to fully admire the suit and all it’s intricacies. once,he took the cowl off again, his dark paint smeared down his face. you finally could recognize your bruce now that you weren’t in a full blown panic.
you got out of the car and held thomas close as bats flew over your head.
when he walked over to his work station, he pulled out his contacts and put them onto a machine where the worst night of your life started to replay in front of you.
you turned away, unable to stomach it again. you hadn’t even shown up on the screen yet, but just bruce’s point of view of him racing to get to you.
bruce noticed this after he was through shedding the rest of his armor. “come on, let me get you both settled.” you nodded and followed him upstairs to the manor.
nothing had changed since you left. it was like time had stood still. when you walked through the stairwell, memories hit you, hard. you willed away your tears and walked to the master bedroom.
bruce didn’t question it. that had always been your bedroom together, but it looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. you turned to ask but he spoke first, “that night you came. in the rain. i stopped sleeping in here. i couldn’t face it. after what i did to you. i knew i had broken you and all your stuff was in here and the room smelled like you. i-“ he took a deep breathe, “i’m sorry.”
you closed your eyes for a moment and settled thomas on your hip. “i love you and i want you to be apart of our lives but how can i trust you won’t do that again?” you whispered, before he could answer you continued, “i’m going to bathe thomas and then myself.”
after thomas’ bath and your shower, you felt human again. bruce had taken a shower in the other bathroom and was in some pajama pants that were familiar to you. he had laid out one of his old shirts on the bed and a pair of your underwear that you had left behind for you to sleep in.
there was also a package of diapers and onesies; bruce had obviously run to the store while both of you bathed. you smiled softly and changed both yourself and thomas. thomas was exhausted and didn’t even need a bottle to fall asleep.
when he was asleep, you went looking for bruce.
you saw the light on in one of the guest rooms and opened the door. he was laying in the bed, reading. “come to bed.” you said softly. it wasn’t a question, but he could say no.
he looked up at you, confusion on his face, “i want you to come sleep in the bed with us. i won’t feel safe unless you do.” you said walking over and sitting next to him. you also missed him but couldn’t let him know that.
you didn’t want him to think that things would go back to normal, but after the night you had, you couldn’t fathom sleeping alone.
he sat up and gently put his hand on your cheek, “i will never let anything like that happen to either of you again.”
you rested against him and inhaled, “just don’t leave ever. that’s all that matters. now come to bed, b.”
you stood up slowly and took his hand. he took it and followed you to the master. you crawled in next to thomas and bruce next to you. the three of you curled into each other’s arms.
your little family was almost whole again. all that was missing in the house was alfred. then things would be complete.
thomas didn’t know what to think about bruce in his suit. he was obviously frightened over the whole situation so he clung to you the entire ride back to the manor.
you almost couldn’t believe it when bruce drove you into literal cave. “unbelievable, you really are the most extra man i know.” you shook your head with a small laugh. only he had the funds to make an actual bat-cave.
bruce ignored your comment and parked. when he got out, you took a moment to fully admire the suit and all it’s intricacies. once,he took the cowl off again, his dark paint smeared down his face. you finally could recognize your bruce now that you weren’t in a full blown panic.
you got out of the car and held thomas close as bats flew over your head.
when he walked over to his work station, he pulled out his contacts and put them onto a machine where the worst night of your life started to replay in front of you.
you turned away, unable to stomach it again. you hadn’t even shown up on the screen yet, but just bruce’s point of view of him racing to get to you.
bruce noticed this after he was through shedding the rest of his armor. “come on, let me get you both settled.” you nodded and followed him upstairs to the manor.
nothing had changed since you left. it was like time had stood still. when you walked through the stairwell, memories hit you, hard. you willed away your tears and walked to the master bedroom.
bruce didn’t question it. that had always been your bedroom together, but it looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. you turned to ask but he spoke first, “that night you came. in the rain. i stopped sleeping in here. i couldn’t face it. after what i did to you. i knew i had broken you and all your stuff was in here and the room smelled like you. i-“ he took a deep breathe, “i’m sorry.”
you closed your eyes for a moment and settled thomas on your hip. “i love you and i want you to be apart of our lives but how can i trust you won’t do that again?” you whispered, before he could answer you continued, “i’m going to bathe thomas and then myself.”
after thomas’ bath and your shower, you felt human again. bruce had taken a shower in the other bathroom and was in some pajama pants that were familiar to you. he had laid out one of his old shirts on the bed and a pair of your underwear that you had left behind for you to sleep in.
there was also a package of diapers and onesies; bruce had obviously run to the store while both of you bathed. you smiled softly and changed both yourself and thomas. thomas was exhausted and didn’t even need a bottle to fall asleep.
when he was asleep, you went looking for bruce.
you saw the light on in one of the guest rooms and opened the door. he was laying in the bed, reading. “come to bed.” you said softly. it wasn’t a question, but he could say no.
he looked up at you, confusion on his face, “i want you to come sleep in the bed with us. i won’t feel safe unless you do.” you said walking over and sitting next to him. you also missed him but couldn’t let him know that.
you didn’t want him to think that things would go back to normal, but after the night you had, you couldn’t fathom sleeping alone.
he sat up and gently put his hand on your cheek, “i will never let anything like that happen to either of you again.”
you rested against him and inhaled, “just don’t leave ever. that’s all that matters. now come to bed, b.”
you stood up slowly and took his hand. he took it and followed you to the master. you crawled in next to thomas and bruce next to you. the three of you curled into each other’s arms.
your little family was almost whole again. all that was missing in the house was alfred. then things would be complete.
Bruce makes good on his earlier promise. (Part 2to ‘copper stained.’)
Hurt and Comfort. Smut. Friends to Lovers.
NO SPOILERS FOR ‘THE BATMAN (2022).’
WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY; Explicit Sexual Content; Descriptions of Blood & Injuries; Likely Inaccurate Medical Care; Pain Kink; Praise Kink; Oral Sex (M!Receiving); Vaginal Stimulation; Face F*cking; Unprotected Sex; Very Minor Breeding Kink; Some Rough Sex Elements; A Single Spank for Good Measure; Reader Has Long Hair - But No Other Descriptors Used; Not Beta-Read.
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A flood of steam fills the room.
The humidity only makes the embarrassment that you feel more tangible. Unbearably pronounced. It’s an unwelcome sensation that crawls up your neck in burning tendrils. But, no matter how unpleasant, it does little to wash away the lingering prickle of desire conjured by histouch.
Nervously, your eyes fall to the door. Will he actually follow?
TW: Heartbreak, Goodbye, Angst, Kissing, Talks of Danger/Potential Death
Notes:Thank you to @loverhymeswith for requesting “you know where to find me” with Bruce Wayne.
Inspired by “Leaving on a Jet Plane” by John Denver
The two of you moved silently side-by-side through the airport, hands not touching but so close you could feel the air shift between you as you walked. Though it was so early that the sun was barely breaking over the tops of the buildings outside, crowds of people still stopped, pointed, stared, and snapped pictures as you went, but you ignored them. After six months, you had gotten used to the attention that followed you and your boyfriend wherever you went. Or more accurately, wherever hewent.
As you approached the security checkpoint, you sighed and turned to Bruce sadly. “Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye.”
But Bruce just smiled, “Sure, we could, but I figured we would wait until the plane started boarding.”
“What do you mean?” Your face pinched in confusion. “No one is allowed past security without a ticket.”
“Did you forget that I am a billionaire who can very easily afford to purchase a ticket I have no intention of using?” He reached into his inside jacket pocket and produced a boarding pass. “Or that Wayne Industries owns a 75% stake in this airport so it probably wouldn’t have been a problem either way?”
A soft smile spread across your face. “You didn’t have to do that, Bruce.”
Movies and TV Shows the Batfamily loves to watch with there S/O:
Warning: Fluff and Crack PFFTTT-
Bruce Wayne
Bro, this dude is full on Action and Comedy, something like Mission Impossible or Transformers, for comedy probably like those really hilarious once that would make you wheeze like White Chicks or something He would probably only watch those two genres most of the time, he doesn’t like watching those emotional sad drama movies with there S/O, like for example where the girlfriend or boyfriends dies or any scene where someone dies
He just can’t handle the pain, he would cry like full-blown tears due to trauma, he’s almost most likely to punch through the TV when the Villain shows up or does something evil in the plot…..
No seriously, this man would punch through the whole damn fucking TV in anger, the once his S/O yells at him and a few slaps in the back of the head, he’s realize his mistakes.
He’d immediately cuddle you with several of UwU’s going around…..
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Dick Grayson
Do not ever let this man get near a romance emotional movie or TV show like Riverdale or The Vampire Diaries, this bitch will fucking cry and whine and moan and bitch about how fucking sad it is and how true love exist, he would literally make gay jokes on Damon and Stefan Salvatore, like seriously it’s unhealthy.
“DAMON PLEASE RAIL ME”
“Can you SHUT. THE. FUCK UP!!”
Yeah, he’s not gonna stop anytime soon. He will also admit that Elena Gilbert is a bitch and that she didn’t deserve any of them, he’ll cuss her out every time she’s on the screen, poor S/O
But yeah overall he likes Romance/ and Sad films to cry on, because crying is healthy and it’s okay.
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Jason Todd
Jason does not play around, this man will not be scared or freaked out on watching true crime films, he will keep a straight face whilst watching it, while his S/O is just like……
Jason: ._.
Y/N: tHiS iS nICe- :)
He’ll still cuddle while watching it, wouldn’t even move a fucking muscle while watching, like Serial Killer and Mafia and Gangster shit like Good Fellas or Ted Bundy, Then again would still watch romantic movies and emotional ones too with his S/O, something like The Vampire Diaries too or like Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey…..
Please do not let this man watch Fifty Shades of Grey cause he will try to do the things the movie was doing and it always ended up in one of you getting hurt, but The Vampire Diaries would also make Jason sob, especially with the Deaths of his favorite Characters and stuff, like full blown throwing a tantrum and fighting the air……it’s hilarious honestly-
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Tim Drake
Let’s be honest here, Tim doesn’t really have free time to actually watch or sit around and watch movie and TV shows all day, but it he were in his free time it would be with his S/O watching some bullshit documentary that just makes his S/O fall asleep.
He does have fun with it, he likes to watch those Supernatural TV shows and Movies like Supernatural or Teen Wolf or like to watch kid Cartoons like Spongebob or Bubble Guppies….
Yes, I said that correctly, he loves watching kid cartoons in his free time, he’s a literal baby on the inside, laughing like a child always wakes his S/O UwU aloud, he’s a baby-
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Damian Wayne
How did his S/O even convince him to exit his room without him being a lil BiTcH-
No seriously, Damian hates comfort and has trouble sitting around for hours and not having some action or moving around, he thinks it’s a waste of time, he could be training or doing something more important.
But if Damian had to choose it would obviously be Horror and Thriller movies, he’s that person how would cheer on the murderer and bad guy and praise him for the amount of guts that person has, like Michael Myers, that’s his favorite cuz it seems like the bitch can’t die at all and Damian likes that………a lot, too much to be exact.
He too will probably laugh evilly when someone he hates dies or when the killer gets away, his S/O is over here like….
Y/N: bRo….wHaT yOu bE sMoKiNg-
Overall he’s a shitty person to watch movies or binge watch Shows with him…
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Cassandra Cain
Cassandra loves watching anime, like the only thing she watches right now is full-blown anime all the time 24/7, like when she has nothing left to do or is just her free time, her S/O would most likely find her watching anime on the big screen TV
Cass also learns a lot more Japanese from those shows, she hardly ever uses the language, but watching those shows really gets her out of it and actually talk sometimes…
Loves watching it with her S/O, always wanting to eat popcorn or drink a lot of sodas or ice cream whilst watching them, at least watched a whole series with his S/O in one whole day, pulling an all-nighter, but Cass doesn’t mind and so don’t you-
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Barbara Gordon
Barbara believe it or not loves to watch Disney/Pixar movies a lot, she can sometimes relate to the characters on the movie, but overall she loves watching how happy it looks, it makes her happy…
Like (The Lion King) (Rapunzel) (Frozen) etc…likes watching the Disney Princess Movies, like the movie ‘Brave’ a lot considering she has the same hair color as Merida, likes how she’s also a tough bad bitch-
Will cry in some of the movies with his S/O too, like tissues everywhere full of hot tears and snot from all the crying, cried so much with the movie ‘Inside Out’…..
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StephanieBrown
Stephanie likes watching SitCons for sure, like South Park or The Office or Family Guy, all the crazy funny bullshit that she wheezes so hard at, like a lot of wheezing and panting with laughter….
She likes them because of how stupid they are and the characters, which makes the whole thing better, being an unbothered queen as she should…
Always wheezing at the character’s choice of words and actions, wheezing with her S/O as well always make her happy.
Will probably re-watch all of the shows over and over again.
WARNING: Ehhhh rain? Hot pizza? Summary: So Clark and reader spend time together. Will something happen? Will Clark finally confess? Stay tune and find out! Notes: Chapter update? Whaaaaaat. is this real? Have I finally got my depressed ass to write a semi decent chapter?
LA Devotee - P!atd<– montage music cx I recommend listening while reading the beginning
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He smiles at you and answers, “Sure. What do you want to do?”
You thought for a moment, where can we go? “Um, anywhere? I guess. It doesn’t matter to me I just don’t want to be home.”
He nods in understanding and turns to grab his bicycle. “Well hop on.” He then straddles his seat. You look at him, dumbfounded. “Wait, what?” You were caught off guard of by that.
He gestures to the handles of his bike with a nod. “Get on. I promise you won’t fall.”
You stood there with a raised brow while eyeing the bike in uncertainy, not sure if he was serious. “Are you for real? Is that legal?” You ask.
He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know but I’m willing to find out.”
Unsure but excited you take a look around at the people before walking over to Clark’s bike and climbing onto the handles. He holds out his hand and you take it for support. “There you go.” He says; “Put your feet on the pegs.”
You do as he says then he grabs hold of your waist and leans you back against his chest. You were flushed against him, feeling his warm breath down your neck. “I got you.” He speaks lowly. His mouth just mere centimeters from your ear. By now your cheeks were definitely a different shade and you were hoping he can’t see from where he’s at.
“Alright here we go. Hold on.” He stands on the pedals as he pushes, making sure you were leaning back on him. Feeling his warmth made your heart flutter, this was fun. You were smiling and so was he as you passed people and the wind started to pick up.
“Whoa! Clark! Hey!” You shouted, whole body tensed and trying to stay balanced. “I got you Y/n,” he says cooly with a smile, leaning forward more so you can use his shoulder to lean back on
You couldn’t believe what you were doing; here you were on the handle bars of Clark’s bike while he sped through downtown Metropolis during rush hour and both of you didn’t seem to care. Though people of all kinds, from having baby strollers to other cyclists, jump out of the way before you two could plummet into them.
“We’re gonna crash into something,” you yelled but it started to turn into a giggle as you were enjoying yourself not feeling any danger at all, it’s like Clark himself was your safe point.
“I promise you we won’t,” he laughs back, enjoying seeing you smile and laugh. Just as he said that he didn’t notice that the street you two were headed towards had turned green and cars began to move through. His eyes and yours went wide when you both were about to cross over the edge of the sidewalk until Clark braked hard sending you flying towards oncoming traffic. You panicked and closed your eyes, throwing your hands forward to break what ever will hit you but nothing did. Slowly your eyes open and you were still safely on the sidewalk, then you felt a warm arm wrapped around your middle. Your head turns to see Clark holding you against him and his bike thrown back a few feet from you two.
“I got you,” he whispers still holding you to him.
“How did you do that?” You ask, trying to figure out how he had time to jump off the bike, throw it to the side and manage to catch you even though you were sent flying.
“Adrenaline, I guess.” He shrugs his shoulders, shaking off how fast he was to save you. “Are you okay?” He asks
You nod, still feeling shaken about the situation. “I’m good.” Your voice squeaked a little at the end. His eyes scan your face, making sure you were actually okay then he gave a guilty look. “Okay. I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention. It won’t happen again, ever.”
Tucking your bangs behind your ear, you shake your head. “Don’t sweat. We’re both okay, that’s all that matters.” You smile at him so he knew that you meant it and once he did, both of you continued on foot to a unknown destination.
You two were taking a stroll through the quiet side of the city, away from busy streets and crowded sidewalks. It was peaceful, the sun just started to set, leaving a warm glow of yellow and pink. The air was cool and the crickets began to chirp.
“So how’s life been? I haven’t seen you for awhile.” You point out to Clark. A small grin appears on his lips as he looks down at you; “It’s been good. Just busy with work. You?”
You shrug. “Same as always only now I have to start applying for jobs in the city and get started on my life.”
He agrees with a nod of his head. “Are you excited for graduation?”
“Yes!” You answer immediately with a enthusiastic tone. Your child like behavior of excitement made him giggle.
“Are you going?” You ask turning and walking backwards behind him.
“Of course,” he says. “Why would I miss something so important to you.”
His answer made you smile. “Thanks Clark. And Lois is going of course?”
“Uh,” he begins. You pause in your tracks at his answer.
“’Uh’ what?”
His mouth tightened into a thin line then curved, followed by his eyes making a ‘not so sure’ look. “She might be out of town around that time.”
You took in a deep breath, not liking that. “You’ve got to be kidding me?” you said in a exasperated tone, slouching your body. “She promised me!”
“Hey but I’ll be there. That’s something.” He shrugs, not sure what to say.
He was right. He’s your best friend and your go to person when you need to talk to someone and never has he rejected you so this was something.
“You’re right. As long as you’re there I’ll be okay.”
At your words he gives a warming smile, then out of nowhere a loud grumble emerged from your body. Clark raises his brows then laughs, “Okay so now that we got that out of the way let’s get you something to eat.”
Red cheeks, you agreed with a quick nod as you walked side by side with him with your hands over your stomach.
Luckily for the two if you, there was a pizzeria near by just around the corner, it was small but had a home feeling to it. It stood out like a sore thumb; the lights buzzed and flickered and only a few people were working including the manager; he was a nice man, he complimented how good you two looked together as a couple. ‘I can see the romance burning between you two!’ He said in his native tongue, his son had to apologize with an embarrassed look when you clarified to them that you and Clark were just friends.
After they left to the back to take care of your order you and Clark took a seat at the only table there with two chairs that sat at the corner. It was small but then again this was a ‘go to and leave’ kind of shop; you get your food and walk off.
Poor Clark, he was a big guy so it was amusing seeing him keep shifting to get a comfortable position. “Do you want to trade spots? I can fit in that corner.”
“No. No. No” he kept saying. “I’m okay.”
After another two minutes of seeing him keep changing positions you sighed with a shake of your head. “That’s it, we’re trading. Get up Kent.”
He slouches his body onto the seat, feeling defeated and got up so you can sit down. “Better?” You ask seeing him not move so much in his seat.
With red cheeks he nods, “Yeah. Thanks Y/n.” He says sheepishly.
“What would you do without me Clark?” You said leaning back into your seat and crossing your arms, smiling at him.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” He answers leaning forward and placing his elbows on the table.
“Me neither…” you say quietly to yourself, wondering if you’ll be able to ever get over him.
Silence settled between you two, both thinking of the same thing without the other one knowing it. Until the son approached your table with a large pizza cluttered with olives, mushrooms, spinach and pepperonis. He then settled two plates and said he’ll be back with your drinks.
The smell hit your nostrils and you hummed, eager to dig into the Italian delicousy. “Whoa there tiger,” Clark cooed, seeing your hunger rising as he set your plate and his.
You didn’t listen and grabbed a slice from the tray, strings of melting cheese trailed over the table, light coat of grease over the pie. It looked beautiful to you.
The first bite was hot and full of flavor, you didn’t care that it was burning your mouth, you were just really hungry. Clark also was stuffing his face and taking in the deliciousness.
After a few slices you two sat back with fully bellies. “That was needed.” You huffed out. Clark hummed in agreement then he suddenly burped loudly, you two were quiet then you smiled at him but then you burped loudly too.
Quickly you covered your mouth and looked at Clark in embarrassment, a smile slowly crept on his lips and he started laughing, you shortly joined in. Tears streaming from your eyes and stomach starting to feel sore from so much laughing.
After a few more moments of laughter it quieted down and left you two to silently stare at each other. Clark watched you with admiration in his eyes, you were the perfect girl to him and though there was flaws, that is what made you perfect.
He opened his mouth to say something, “Y/n?”
Your eyes looked to him and he couldn’t help that gaze you would give him every time he called for you. “Yeah?” You asked with a tinge of a smile on your lips and a little of curiosity in your voice.
He took in a deep breath, careful of his next words. “I have to tell you something..” his voice trailed off. Your heart sped up a bit, what did he want? Is it about the other night?
“Listen Clark if you’re still on about what happen at the park–it’s okay. I understand. You don’t need to keep feeling guilty about it.” You reached for his hand and rubbed his knuckles gently with a soft smile.
He returned one back but he shook his head, “No there’s more to that. I don’t know how to tell you this–”
“–Then don’t. Wait until you’re absolutely ready but for now can we just enjoy this night?” You look to your side at the quiet night. He stared at you and nodded, “Of course Y/n. I’m sorry.” “You can apologize by walking with me.” You stood and held your hand to him.
He took it and stood walking with you to his bike, he grabbed it and you wrapped an arm around his to lean against him as you two walked together. “It’s nice right now.” You said leaning your head on his arm.
He nods in agreement looking up at the white sparkles in the black sky, “It sure is.”
A tear drop of water landed on his cheek making him wipe it off. “Looks like it’s going to rain.” He pointed out right before more drops of water started to come down.
“Damn, my camera.” You sigh as you rushed for cover under an awning.
The calm rainstorm cornered you two, unable to get anywhere without risking getting soaked.
You opened your camera bag to make sure none of your equipment was damaged. “Is everything okay?” Clark asked over the storm. You give him a thumbs up as you continued to fiddle through the lenses and cables. “So far looks like everything is okay.” You answer.
“That’s good. I’m glad. Sorry about the storm.” He gestures his his chin.
“You kidding?” You scoffed at him as you zipped up your bag and put it down where it was safe. He looked at you.
“Rain storms are the best!” You shout and darted out to the empty streets. Spinning around the puddles with your arms above your head.
Clark smiles softly.
“C’mon Clark! Not afraid of a little water are you?” The teasing in your tone caused him to raise a brow at you.
“It that a dare, (Y/n)?” Your name resonates from his cool deep voice.
You lick your bottom lip and giggle a bit, knowing full well what you just started.
With narrowed, predator like eyes not leaving you he pushes himself off the wall and lifts the strap of his bag from across his chest and settles it down next to your camera bag. He then proceeds to start walking from the warmth of under the awning and towards you.
Your feet start to slowly back yourself away, ready to run the other way from him. His long legs carried him with only a few lengthy strides and he as only a few feet from you.
You zipped off, both of you running around trash cans and trees on the sidewalk, you used every possible obstacle you can to slow him down but somehow he was more cunning and quick.
You smiled and laughed, able to just slip his grasp, feeling his finger tips just grazing your arms and slightest tugs of your shirt.
When you looked back you didn’t see him until you ran right into him, there he wrapped his arms firmly around you and he spun you around.
You yelped at the surprise, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Slowly he stopped and you two settled against each other, both breathing hard from running around and then you started to shiver. “You’re cold,” he said with concern, feeling his arms tighten a bit to bring you closer. “I-I’m fine.” You smiled up at him.
The street light from above highlighted the droplets on your plump lips. His eyes cast down at them and you noticed, one of his hands found they’re way to the back of your head and held you in place as he slowly closed his eyes and brought his face closer to yours and paused.
“Clark….” you said in a sweet whisper, urging him to go further with his actions, your hands gripping the collar of his shirt.
He grinned in response, pleased with your reaction and grazed your lips with his. Just that teeniest, tiniest touch set your skin ablaze, your heart was in your throat and you couldn’t breath but none of that mattered, what matters is this moment.
One of your hands cupped his cheek, as he continued the tease, he wanted to remember this as you.
His lips were soft just like you imagined, his taste was sweet and even in the cold rain you felt the heat from his body and his mouth was an even higher temperature.
His tongue grazed your bottom lip, begging for entry and you obliged. He indulged in your soft touch, holding you closer to him, afraid that something might pull you away.
The kiss was hot and wet, exactly how you pictured it would be.
You two pulled away, faces inches from each other. A wide smile appeared on both your faces. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I’m in love with you (Y/n).” Clark said with a hoarse voice. There. He said it. He finally fucking said it.
You let out a shaky laugh, keeping your eyes closed. “Fuck. I’ve always wanted to say that to you. Guess you beat me?”
His then opens his eyes in shock. “Really?” A hopeful tone.
You nodded then a phone rang.
You both look to your bags.
“Sounds like yours.” You said.
“I’ll check it later. Probably Louis.” He shrugged off looking back at you.
Then realization dawned on you. Quickly you pushed yourself away from him and covered your mouth with your hands.
“What?” Clark asks puzzled. “What is it? What’s wrong”
“This is wrong. Oh this is wrong on so many levels! What am I doing?!” You shout walking to your bags.
“I’m so sorry Clark! I shouldn’t have done that!” You then proceed to take out your phone and message Bruce to pick you up, he replies quickly that he’s around the area. You turn on your phone gps signal for him to find you.
“What? What are you talking about?” He asks quickly as he grabs his bag and bike.
“This was so wrong. I knew it! You’re so stupid (Y/n)!” You shake your head as you continue to walk away from him.
“(Y/n)! Please! Talk to me! Please!” He begs as his softly grabs your arm. He turns you around but you kept your head down. “No this is wrong.”
He cupped your cheeks to face you to him and he saw the tear trails. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if I did.” He was worried and confused, what happen to the happy moment?
You cried more and just shook your head. “I’m horrible. Louis is a good friend how can I do this to her!”
He furrowed his brows for a moment to think and then put the pieces together. She thinks he’s with Louis.
“I’m sorry! I overheard you guys a couple weeks ago in the copying room and you confessed your feelings to her and I just come in wrecking it all! I’m so sorry!” You slipped from hi grasp, just in time for Bruce to pull up around the corner.
Holding your bags close to you you kept our head dipped as you ran to the passenger side and got into the car.
Clark watched like a fool, letting you slip again. He confessed but he didn’t think to clarify with (Y/n) about Louis.
Now she knows so what will happen?
He put his head down, the rain now slowing down to a mild sprinkle.He stood in the empty street, jaw clenched. A smile crept to his lips as he also remembered that you too confessed to him.
“I might have a chance with her.” He said to himself.
Okay, so I said I wasn’t going to do it (add another fandom). But here I am less than 24 hours later. I couldn’t help myself. He just makes such a good Batman.
Summary : Just a very small drabble about an early morning moment
Word count : 385
Warnings : A smidge of angst.
A/N: Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.
If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around!
Your sigh came silently, though its volume rang loud in your head. Even as he slept, darkness haunted the valleys beneath his eyes, its effects drawing all the colour from his beautiful features. Somewhere in the foggy haze of your mind, you remembered him slipping into the bed beside you, his strong arms pulling your back against his chest, as the soft light of dawn peeked through the sides of the blinds. With the knowledge of his safe return and the comfort of his warm embrace, you drifted back off to the sound of his quiet rhythmic snores. A sound you had strangely grown to cherish since the moment his nighttime escapades had begun.
He looked so peaceful. Your fingertips fought the urge to reach out and brush his cheek, but you didn’t, he needed his sleep. He would always need his sleep. And you knew the moment you tried to sneak your way from the bed, his eyes would open; tired and drained and consumed with unfounded guilt. Guilt for not giving you the time he believed you deserved. You knew him. Knew him inside out. In his mind, his efforts were never enough, and your heart ached for him. Unwillingly, an audible sigh escaped your lips, the tiny sound stirring him from his slumber. Two gentle guilt-ridden eyes opened and settled upon your face, his features softened by a tired smile, “Hmmm, good morning.”
Reaching across, he grabbed at your waist, pulling you against him, your lips connecting with a fresh bruise at the edge of his jaw, “You, my love, should still be sleeping.”
Nestling your head into his chest, his hand ran up along your side, settling at the nape of your neck, his voice rough and husky with fatigue, “I’m fine.” Reaching down, he kissed the top of your head, and asked, “What are we going to do today?”
You looked up at him as he desperately tried, yet hopelessly failed, to hide the exhaustion evident in every cell of his body, the sight magnifying the ache in your heart. Losing your fingers amongst his hair, your guided his mouth to yours. And when you finally surfaced for air, you answered, “Nothing, my love. Absolutely nothing. Today the world doesn’t exist. It’s just you and me. Here… inside these four walls.”
I really benefitted from being awake early today! This was so nice to read over my morning coffee. This drabble is so sweet and angsty and I just love it!! ❤️
summary: the movie just ended and reader and bruce have to go back home, but as they get stopped in an alley by a mugger, the past comes back to haunt him and bruce fears it’s about to repeat itself.
pairing: bruce wayne x reader
warnings: trauma mentions
word count: 907
a/n: i actually kinda like this one, i love my poor batboy
edit: sadly, i have no idea why but tumblr decided to mess up the beginning and i can’t change it for the life of me…
“Perhaps,” he said. “But it was still innovative.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “But it was still innovative.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “But it was still innovative.”
“Oh come on, you can’t tell me-” but you cut yourself off as Bruce’s gaze darkened. Your step slowed, just a bit, as you tried to understand why he had suddenly abandoned the smile you loved so dearly. “Everything alright, Bruce?”
You asked but you didn’t receive an immediate answer; only a worried glance. A blank stare, so indecipherable, so typical of him. He stared at the space around you: an alley so dark it made you wonder why you had chosen to go down that way, so empty it didn’t even look like a saturday night in Gotham.
And then it hit you. It was not just an alley.
“We should go back, i think the other way is better and-”
“It’s fine,” said the man beside you. But it obviously wasn’t.
It couldn’t be, not when you could clearly see in his eyes all the memories, all replaying in his mind. And you could do nothing to help it.
You did the only thing possible: you let your hand slide down from his elbow, meeting his own and squeezing it tightly. He still looked lost, adrift.
“This is a stickup! Give me everything you have or i’ll shoot both of you!”
You lifted your eyes from Bruce to see the steely barrel of a gun pointed at you, a man behind it. It was nothing more than a thug, a no one. But you knew Bruce only saw one person, and he only saw oneoutcome.
“All right, there’s no need to come to that,” you said, lifting your free hand above your head, not daring to leave Bruce’s.
“Make it quick!” Shouted the thug again, flailing the gun in front of the both of you and extending his hand towards you, waiting for the money. You dropped whatever was in your pocket.
“You too, come on!” The thug moved his hand towards Bruce but he was utterly still, his gaze still blank, trained on the gun.
He squeezed your hand one time before dropping it. You looked as he sent the man sprawling on the floor, the gun thrown somewhere in the distance. But still, he had that gaze. Even in the darkness of the alley, where you couldn’t even see the face of the man that was now running away for his life, you could make out Bruce’s gaze: it told so many things, things that words could have never conveyed.
It was now the two of you again, only you two. No more chatter and carefree laughters.
“Bruce, are you alright?” You asked, not because you expected an answer, not because you actually thought he could be alright: he wasn’t. You asked because you had to talk, let him know you were there, a lifeline.
And there in that alley, it wasn’t the bruce you knew anymore; Gotham’s dark knight. No, it was a kid. A child that had just lost his parents, scared and confused; but not alone. Not in that moment. You circled your arms around him, bringing him closer to you. You hugged him tightly, his forehead falling against your shoulder, and you instinctively intertwined your fingers in his hair, soothing him like you knew he needed.
“Everything’s fine, you don’t have to worry anymore,” you whispered against his chest.
“I thought i’d lost you, Y/n,” he suddenly speaks. “I thought i’d lost you too.”
You separated yourself from him, just enough to be able to look him in the eyes; those ocean blue eyes, so scared, so young.
“You won’t lose me, Bruce,” you breathed, the words echoing, however faintly, between the walls of the alley. “You won’t get rid of me so easily.”
He didn’t laugh, but you attempted a smile, slowly bringing your hands to his face, cupping it and smoothing out the worry, the fear, the past.
He still didn’t speak, so you did instead, never letting your hands rest. “I am fine, you are fine. It’s over.”
“I can’t lose you too, Y/n.” He finally let out and you swore you had never seen him so frail. Him, who’d go out every night to make justice. Him, who’d be able to fight an entire army and win. Him, who was always so collected and resolved and imperturbably him.
“I told you, you can’t lose me,” you continued, deposing a feather-light kiss on his lips, barely brushing them. “Whether you want it or not, you’ll never lose me.”
You brought down one of your hands to grab his own, running your thumb on the back of it. “We should go home now, don’t you think?”
I just wanted to apologize for not being as active these last few weeks/ months! I’m currently in the middle of passing all my exams as this was my last year of high school.
But! by mid-June, I will be super active again
I will continue all these series I have started and not finished lmao (Including the Zuko, Peter Parker, and Will Turner ones) PLUS I have new ideas for a Bruce Wayne series AND a bunch of other fics for other characters!
So please keep your requests going because they give me ideas! and I’m so happy that I will get all summer to write everything I haven’t been writing because of school!
