#gotham bruce wayne
“Smile Like You Mean It”
Trouble {B.W}
Requested by : @gothamsmarvel
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.
