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just had the idea of someone at a gala accidentally pouring something all over bruce and through his shirt or whatever you can just see he's RIPPED and everybody is going crazy about it
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But my head is full of poison - And my heart is full of doubt
I got toxins in my bloodstream - You tried hard to suck 'em out
And it feels like medication - And it's good for me, I'm sure
But it don't matter how your love feels anymore
It'll never be the cure - It'll never be the cure
Ok hear me out on this one guys-
The Cure by Olivia Rodrigo but it’s Bruce wrestling with using Batman as ‘the cure’ for his trauma and how it’s both good for him but also will never really heal him.
He’s still a deeply damaged man at the end of the day. As distracting and cathartic as the cowl is - it can’t burrow inside and solve the deeply rooted poison.
There was such a strong drive for justice at first. A determination and hope that he could make a real change. But overtime, the cyclical nature of violence and the rogues eats away at what Batman does for him.
But he’s holding on to that unraveling because those toxins in him are fuel, the only way he knows how to be. The reason for doing what he does.
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ok this is a silly request but I keep thinking about it
Highschool era nerdy Spencer and popular reader having a sleep over, they watch girly movies and gossip and make out and poor Spencer is just so in love that anything she asks, he immediately does.
THINKING ABOUT : a highschool sleepover with spencer reid
𝜗𝜚 notes : teen spencer reid x teen!gf reader (fluff, idiots in love)
the teenage dream. walking around school with your group of friends, playfully bumping into eachother and gossiping about the latest drama over lunch at the cafeteria. life in highschool might come with expectations, the pressure of having to figure out who you are and find out where you belong. but more than anything, these years are supposed to be the best of your life.
at least, that's what spencer grew up thinking. like any other kid - although a bit more informed on quantum physics and russian literature than anyone his age - he always idealised the highschool experience.
highschool, with its friday night parties smelling of greasy takeout pizza and questionable colorful mixed drinks. the hangouts at the town mall after a boring day of classes, trying to make the day last as if returning home to have it start all over again was just an option. homecoming dance and the end of the year prom, football games and cheerleaders, he'd longed for all of it.
instead, he got something more realistic. for someone like him, that is.
quiet study sessions in the library. alone. bus rides back home right when classes would end, with no mall involved. alone. sitting in class and staring at the clock as if the clock hands would feel it and time would go by faster. alone, again.
thankfully, as if the universe had pitied his lonely lifestyle consisting of loneliness and way too many responsibilities for someone his age, he'd gotten a little something to alleviate the pain.
a little someone, actually.
although you were probably two heads shorter than him, you'd stolen his whole entire heart - amongst those of many others, he liked to remind himself.
spencer didn't exactly know where the train of his teenage dream had derailed towards a sadder, darker road, but he was wiling to let it if it meant he could have you by his side.
by his side or on his lap, just like you were now. and that, he was the only one to get.
"...- but then she told him that if he really had wanted to go out with her, he wouldn't have flirted with savannah at her birthday party !"
you explained, almost half an hour deep into an analysis of your friend's love life, which spencer couldn't care less about, but would never dare admit to you. in fact, he'd rather drink an entire bottle of the nail polish remover that was on your bedside table, right next to the other bottles and gadgets you'd just used earlier to paint not only your nails a pale shade of pink, but his, too.
"i mean come on," you pursued, moving your hands around dramatically to emphasize on your words and attempt to make the polish dry quicker. "you have a cute girl who likes you, and you wanna go after your ex ?"
he nods again, for the hundredth time, probably. but his hands are on your waist and you look so gorgeous right there, perched on his lap in your silk pajamas, the fairy lights of your bedroom making your bare skin practivally glow - he has to focus.
you catch his incredulous puppy eyes and flash him a smile, explaining. "savannah ? you know her, she has algebra with us."
"huh ? yeah, yeah, savannah..." he trails off again, remembering nothing abbout algebra class. how could he, when it's the only subject you two have in common, and these hours are thoughtfully spent alternating between helping you with the work and sharing hand squeezes as silent "i love you's" under the desk ?
but this is your first time spending the night together, and he has to make a good impression. the nail polish is drying, the dim lights bathing the room in a mellow glow, and your cat is purring from its spot on your reading chair in the corner. and you’re there.
basically, everything is perfect and he can’t mess that up.
“spence,” you whisper in a soft voice, kissing his forehead without even needing to stand on your tiptoes like you usually do - thanks to your position that’s currently sending his thoughts in a whirlwind.
“hmm ?”
his breath is hot against your neck, and a giggle escapes you. it’s clear to you that he hasn’t been listening to a single word you said, but you don’t mind.
the post-class hangout at the mall, the friday night parties and the football games had been a part of your routine for as long as you could remember. wherever you went, people followed. wherever you were, heads turned and people stilled.
though the word “popular” didn’t stick right with you, both spencer and you knew the two of you didn’t come from the same universe. he was the nerd, the lonely kid who stood quietly away from others, with his back against the wall.
you belonged to the center of the room, with all eyes on you and not a single worry about being out of place or feeling unwanted. and you both knew.
“you’re tired,” you point out, tilting his chin up in a soft motion while making sure your nails don’t touch anything. he grins, causing his dimples to show.
“i’m not tired, i’m listening. besides, the world record for sleep deprivation is eleven days,” spencer informs. while he’s not sure he could beat that, the least he can to is to listen to his girlfriend and agree with whatever she has planned for him during this sleepover.
the nails were only the beginning of the evening. with a hint of gossip in between various snacks, you’d also carefully picked movies to watch in order to try to expand his knowledge on pop culture. everything was schedulled just as you knew he liked, and this was bound to be the best night ever.
“you sure ? we could just cuddle. skip the talking, get some more chocolate and ice cream…”
he shakes his head adamantly, assuring you and pointing out. “can’t cuddle yet. our nails aren’t dry.”
it's something else, you think, to have someone willing to stay by your side with no other motives than to listen to you ramble as you wait for your manucure to dry. to sit in the sanctuary of your room, worshipping your existence without any sinful acts, just the purest gaze that had ever landed on you.
"alright," you agree while carefully setting your hands palm flat against his shoulders. he feels the warmth emanating from his chest and through the fabric of his "i heart my girlfriend" shirt, hoping you won't pay any attention to it.
you raise a brow suggestively, "-but, we could at least do something to pass the time..."
silence settles. spencer tries not to choke himself with his own saliva as you lean closer, because nothing could’ve prepared him for the way you’re leaning in right now, lashes fluttering against his skin as your lips meet with his.
thirty seven minutes past midnight, in your bedroom in the outskirts of town, is where spencer reid takes his final breath.
he swears he can feel his soul leave his body when your mouths connect, and it takes his brain a little too long before he can regain consciousness and kiss you back.
he does, though.
screw savannah and her terrible talking stages, the long days of classes and the missed hangouts. none of it matters, not the mean remarks he gets on a daily basis, the lunches alone in the courtyard or the “what did he do to end up with her ?” comments.
it’s just you and him, the quiet of your holy bedroom and the stupid painted nails that prevent you from exploring eachother’s bodies.
that’s his idea of the teenage dream, and seriously hopes he’ll never wake up from it.
a/n : i didn’t proofread this because i’m currently watching a movie and mgg is on screen sooooo i’ve got better things to stare at than my own writing. love y’all xxx
summary: you and frank were practically attached at the hip since you started working at ptmc. at first, it was just because you got along and happened to work really well together. now, you have frank reconsidering if coworkers is all he wants the two of you to be.
contains: senior resident! langdon, first year resident! reader, fem! reader, these two are way too damn comfortable with each other to not be in a relationship, implied age difference, VERY soft dom! langdon, reader is a little shy when it comes to intimacy, oral sex, p in v sex, whatever the hell else you might find idfk, still lots of fluff dw
word count: 2.5k
now that you and frank both had a couple drinks in you, things were starting to feel even more warm and fuzzy than usual. you look over at him, noticing the smear of buffalo sauce on the corner of his mouth. you casually reach up, wiping it away with your thumb. you were going to just wipe it on the napkin, but then you saw his eyes watching your every move. with sudden bravery coming over you, you bring your thumb to your mouth and smugly swipe your tongue over it.
frank swore the zipper of his jeans was about to burst from how hard he was getting watching you do that. to think that a couple months ago, you were quite mean to him. you brushed him off rather easily when you first started working at ptmc, seeing him as just another arrogant doctor who thought his shit didn't stink. if he was being honest, he did act that way a majority of the time. but when he realized it wasn't working for you, he decided to work on showing you his soft side in hopes that it would reel you in.
unbeknownst to you, you fell right into his trap. you quickly recognized when his attitude changed back then, feeling quite flustered at the idea of a man practically changing his whole personality for you. you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for him to slip up and show you his true colors... but that never came around. he's been consistent, something that many of the other men you'd known could not say for themselves.
that consistency was what kept you around. he never changed, even if he was having a shitty day. he never took it out on you like most people did in the ED. instead, he came to you when he wasn't feeling up to par. that vulnerability, fuck, that was the hottest thing he could do in your mind. your mind continues to wander as you stare out the window into the dimly lit parking lot. you snap out of your daze when you feel frank's warm hand on your upper back, rubbing gentle circles.
"you still with me?"
he wore a soft smile on his face, his eyes twinkling as he took in your flushed expression.
"sorry, got distracted."
"i do tend to have that effect on people."
"don't get too crazy now."
he chuckles softly, pulling you back into him, letting his arm wrap around your shoulders.
"you sure know how to keep me humble."
"someone has to."
your arm wraps around his back, fidgeting with the fabric bunched at his side. he wished the two of you had more time for moments like these. not a care in the world, just the two of you in each other's arms, like it was always meant to be.
"frankie... are you thinking what i'm thinking?"
you spoke softly, resting your chin on his shoulder as you looked at him.
"maybe another round of wings. i could really go for you touching my mouth again."
you roll your eyes, pulling away from him. you earn yourself a genuine laugh from him, as he gently holds onto your hand.
"okay, okay... i'll walk you home, beautiful."
against your better judgment, you flush at the sudden nickname. you hold onto his warm hand, bidding your goodbyes to the bartender and heading toward your apartment. the night air was surprisingly cool, which felt nice against your flushed skin. you look over at frank as the two of you walk along the sidewalk, admiring how good he looked under the glow of the street lamps.
"take a picture, it'll last longer."
"stand still then."
his eyes go wide when he watches you smirk while taking out your phone. you snap a picture, unable to look away from your phone as you pull it up to view it. effortlessly handsome without trying, of course. stupid gorgeous bastard with his stupid gorgeous eyes and tousled hair. you let out a huff of frustration as you pocket your phone and continue walking alongside him.
"couldn't have looked that bad..."
he frowned, taking in your frustrated expression.
"that's the problem, frankie. it couldn't look bad even if i photoshopped the fuck out of it."
he smirks at your indirect compliment, squeezing your hand affectionately. you spend the rest of the walk in comfortable silence, both of you becoming increasingly tired as you neared your apartment. once you made it to the staircase toward your apartment, frank stopped, ready to let you go. you, however, weren't as willing to let the night end there.
he senses your reluctance to leave him, but he wants to hear you say it out loud. you could tease all you wanted, but he knew how much you struggled to say what you actually felt. you were terrible at expressing your own needs, something he'd been actively trying to work on with you.
"everything alright...?"
he looked down at you, who was still holding onto his hand and leaning against him.
"don't go home, frankie."
you speak quietly, cheek resting against his shoulder. good enough for him... he nods and takes you up the stairs toward your apartment. once you get inside and settled in, you and frank head toward your bedroom. you walk into your closet, finding some pajamas. you take off your shirt, letting out a deep sigh of relief feeling the cool air on your skin. you had yet to remember that frank was in the room with you. his face goes beet red as he watches you undress, unable to look away.
"maybe don't- get dressed just yet."
you freeze when you hear frank's deep voice behind you. you whirl around to find him less than a foot in front of you. the shade of your face practically matches his at this point as your arms freeze in place.
"i forgot you were in here."
you spoke quietly, unable to meet his gaze. what happened next was something that only occurred in your wettest dreams. frank unzips his jeans, sliding them off his legs, followed by removing his shirt.
"well now you're not alone."
your eyes shamelessly run over his lanky, lean body. fuck, he was a vision. he chuckles, taking a step closer to you. he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin atop your head. his warm, now slightly clammy, hands run over the smooth expanse of your exposed back. you felt chills erupting all over your body from his touch. your nails lightly scratch along the middle of his back, enjoying the embrace.
however, it doesn't take much of that before frank is sporting a raging hard-on. you feel it as you move slightly in his arms, causing you to pause and look up at him.
"sorry... i haven't been like this with anyone in a long time."
that honestly shocked you a bit, ruining his playboy image that you had always assumed lingered in his past. you try to think of something to say, but you fall short when you meet his gaze. he was tired of wasting time, cupping your face in his hands ever so gently.
"i wanna take care of you, not just tonight, but every fucking night we can spend together."
that was all the permission you needed, grabbing his face in return and bringing his lips down to yours. he returns the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around you, holding you as close to him as possible. you get lost in the taste of him, tongue seeking entrance into his mouth. he lets you in, tongue tangling with yours, which elicits a soft groan from him that goes straight to your core.
"frankie..."
you pull away breathlessly, resting your forehead against his. he'd never be able to hear that nickname the same after tonight, knowing damn well he'd get red as a tomato the next time you used it because it would remind him of this very moment. the pure desire and want in your tone was enough to make him fold instantly. he guides you over to the edge of your bed, sitting you down gently.
his hands smooth over the skin of your plush thighs, resting on your knees as he gets down on his one in front of you. you blush heavily as you look down at him. he rubs your knees gently, hoping that he was making you comfortable. you let him slowly spread your legs apart until he had full access to your aching center. his breath hitches as he takes in the sight of you, flushed and spread just for him. he reaches up, sliding your underwear down your legs and setting them to the side.
"you are seriously the most beautiful woman i've ever seen, sweetheart."
you run a hand through his hair, feeling yourself almost getting emotional thanks to the mix of alcohol and overwhelming sense of affection for the man in front of you. he notices right away, his eyes focused on nothing but your face as he rubs your kness again.
"are you alright? if you want to rest instead, just tell m-"
"i need you, frankie."
he nods in response, feeling better when you lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. his hands travel down to your calves, lifting them until they rested on the back of his shoulders.
"making all my dreams come true tonight."
he smirks to himself before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your inner thigh. you shiver at the slight contact, watching as he wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you in place. that was the only warning you got before he delved into your dripping cunt like a man starved. every flick of his tongue and suck of your clit was eager, his brain foggy as he got lost in the feeling of you on his mouth.
much to your surprise, he's actively humming and groaning against you. the sight of him going down on you like it was the only thing he'd ever need in life was enough to bring you close to the edge. your hands tangle in his hair as you pull him into you. he smirks against you, giving your thighs an encouraging squeeze.
"knew you needed this, baby."
he couldn't have been more correct. soft whines escape your lips as you near the edge. frank could already feel himself leaking through his boxers at your sweet sounds. if he knew you could handle it, he'd have you like this until it was time for the two of you to be back in for your next shift. he doubles down on his efforts to bring you over the edge.
"let go for me."
he mumbles against you, feeling the way your thighs twitch around his head. a few seconds later, you're writhing beneath him as you come all over his face. he greedily laps up whatever you can give him, stopping when he thinks he's cleaned you up enough. he rises up to his full height, which makes your breath hitch. you were literally at eye-level with his hard, leaking cock.
"maybe another time, yeah?"
you frown slightly as you look up at him, feeling slightly quilty at the idea of him going down on you but you not doing the same for him. he sees the frown and leans down, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips.
"it'll feel way better inside you, anyway."
he smirks at your furious blush as you scoot back on the bed to make room for him. he climbs on top of you, bracing his arms on either side of your head. he leans down, kissing you hungrily as you taste hints of yourself on his tongue.
"you wanna keep going?"
"yes... i need you so bad, frankie."
you mutter softly against his lips, making him feel like putty in your hands.
"you drive me crazy when you talk like that."
he slides his boxers off, tossing them aside. he looks back up at your expression, watching the way you're practically drooling over his cock. he lines himself up with your entrance, gently pushing inside. he's teetering on the edge of control when he hears that breathy moan escape your lips at the intrusion.
once he's bottomed out inside, he moves in a slow, steady rhythm. he watched as you slowly relaxed around him and allowed yourself to feel good. his hands find yours, interlacing your fingers. the intimate gesture has you staring up at him like he'd hung all the stars in the sky.
"fuck... you're so goddamn perfect."
he pants, unable to help himself as his thrusts speed up ever so slightly. he hears the way your whines increase in intensity, taking it as a sign to go a little bit harder. the muffled sounds of skin slapping against skin begin to echo through the room, and you swear you're already seeing stars.
"closer... i need you closer."
you huff, clenching around him as he wraps his arms around you. you do the same, throwing your arms around his neck to bring your bodies closer.
"clingy girl, i could get used to this."
he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek before speeding up once again. he felt himself starting to lose control at the sound of your moans directly in his ear. one particular thrust hit him just right, causing a loud moan to escape his lips. he feels the way you instantly clench around him at the sound. he starts to grunt and pant in your ear, which transformed into more breathy whines and whimpers as he felt himself getting close.
"sound so good, frankie..."
you whine in his ear, holding onto him for dear life. your pussy was starting to flutter around his cock, telling him that you were getting close. he reaches down between you, rubbing firm cirlces into your clit. your back arches into him, causing him to finally lose control as his hips start rutting against you.
"you feel too good, baby. i can't last any longer."
"give it to me..."
you moan desperately as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. in an instant, you two manage to come at the same exact time. his face is buried in your hair while yours is buried against his neck as he fucks you through the high before his hips finally slow to a stop. he rests down at your side, pulling you against him.
"wow..."
was all he could say, causing you to chuckle. you agreed with him, unsure of what else to say. you press a soft kiss to his cheek, which he takes as an invitation to pull you back in and kiss along your cheeks and jawline. you giggle, feeling slightly ticklish as you gently push him away.
"should probably get cleaned up before bed."
he lets out a gentle sigh, nodding against you before sitting up. he gets out of the bed, smirking down at you. before you can ask what he's up to, he scoops you up in his arms bridal style and walks over toward the bathroom to start the shower.
a/n: GOOD EVENING FRANK LANGDON NATION!!!!!!!! big fan of this gentle giant tbh (i need to hop on his shit like the pixar lamp). as always, THANK YOU SM FOR READING, LOVE YOU DEARLY, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!!!!!! <3333
You closed your eyes contentedly as the hot stream of water rained down on your aching body. There was nothing like washing away the struggles of the day with a shower. Especially when Bruce joined you.
Fingers gently traced the wet skin of your shoulder, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Come here, baby. Let me wash your hair.” Bruce’s voice held that soft kind of affection that he reserved for only a select few. Of course, you—his darling wife—were amongst them.
Silently, you opened your eyes and took a step backward, into Bruce’s expectant arms. Your back hit the hard planes of his front, and just like clockwork, your husband reached over to your fancy shampoo bottle.
After turning off the water, he squeezed some of the expensive product into his palm and got to work. While Bruce massaged the shampoo into your hair, you relaxed the way your husband always wanted you to.
Bruce turned the water back on to rinse the shampoo out of your hair, and then, his curious hands slipped down your nape. It took them only a second to rest comfortably on your heated skin. One hand found its way right beneath your breast, the other wrapped around your neck.
Soft lips pressed against the side of your head, and you couldn’t help your little moan as Bruce took care of you the way only he knew how. You leaned further into his embrace, throwing your head back onto his chest. Eager to hand the reins over to Bruce, the corners of your mouth tugged upward in excitement for what you knew he would do with you.
“Didn’t you say the kids would be back from patrol in twenty minutes?” His face was right next to yours, so you could feel his cocky smirk.
“We both know that there’s a lot we can do in twenty minutes.” Well, he wasn’t wrong, was he? After all, you lived for the thrill of taking risks.
And if the prominent hardness pressing into the back of your thighs impatiently was any indication, Bruce was definitely thrilled and ready.
Hopefully, your children wouldn’t make it home earlier than expected.
Because they wouldn’t be able to look at their sweet mom the same if they ever found out what you two actually tended to do in the shower.
em’s masterlist | bruce wayne masterlist wc: 0.4k request: no
˙⋆✮ a/n: this scenario has been in my mind for like a month, soooo yeah, i can’t rly write much atm, but take these crumbs for now 🙏
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the forbidden fruit series!
remedy. mr and mrs wayne. dolce viral. family priorities. good morning, or afternoon. lipstick. willpower 22 stitches sleep in broken minds knocked out kiss and makeup (nsfw) all that's left is a ghost of you tense morning tied up with your love (nsfw) late night snack (nsfw) time and patience welcome back (nsfw) fate all night (nsfw)
mentions: fluff, bruce gets injured, bruises and wounds, killer croc lmao, reader is married to bruce for years (not specified how long), both are madly in love with each other,
(out of all the characters in dc, bruce wayne will forever hold a special place in my heart. it’s absolutely crazy how there are barely any fics of him considering we’re talking about THE bruce wayne??? BATMAN??? yeah okay sorry im rambling too much, enjoy!!)
(ps, this is definitely not proofread so please excuse the grammatical errors. will fix them later)
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another day, another night of patrol— which meant another night of bruce coming back harmed. only this time, it looked worse
“this is gonna sting” you murmured as a warning, lightly patting one of his wounds on his arm with a alcoholic pad. this resulted in a hiss coming from bruce’s gritted teeth but still managed to stay still for you, laying down on his chair that faced the batcomputer as you were standing besides his armrest
the wounds on his arms were just the tip of the iceberg— bruce came back after a fight from killer croc, which resulted in not just wounds but also bruises. you didn’t know whether to be upset or worried, it’s always both at the end of the day
you muttered a small sorry and finished cleaning the rest of his wounds, throwing the used alcohol pads away before coming back with a roll of gauze in your hand. bruce tried to reassure you yet he had no energy to stop you— props of fighting a 7 ft+ crocodile
“i’m fine” he said with a grunt as you carefully wrapped the gauze around his arm, already used to his denial shenanigans. “bruce” you spoke, eyes not leaving his arm as you continued to cover his wounds and cuts up. “you just fought a reptile— and in the sewers out of all the places” you let out a small huff before tying the gauze securely around his arm
“honey” bruce sighed deeply, about to say another excuse that would go in the lines of i’m-fine-and-it’s-not-the-first-time-i-faced-killer-croc. but before he could even proceed to, you interrupted him with a soft yet firm “don’t”
the dark knight has fought criminals, psychopaths, meta humans, aliens and even gods. but he knew when to be quiet when you used that tone
a moment of silence passed before it was your turn to let out a heavy sigh, almost a huff that was weighted with frustration and concern from bruce’s lack of self care. good thing you were here, his lovely wife patching him up
you placed the roll of gauze down and cracked up a pack of ice before slowly placing it in contact to the bad bruise bruce had under his eye. he slightly flinched from the cool contact on his skin before settling in. his eyes noticed the worried look you had as your gaze kept scanning his face for any other injuries
“i’m sorry” barely a whisper as those rare words left his lips. the last thing bruce would want to do is have you worrying about him all night. your eyes softened from his apology as they went to meet his, noticing the slight guilt look your husband had. you slowly pulled the ice pack out before placing it down and gently cupping his face with both of your hands, careful not to press on his bruises. bruce could feel the small metal band on your finger on his cheek, the same ring he slid on your finger years ago with one knee and a promise
a soft smile formed on your lips as you leaned and placed a light kiss on his bruise— the same smile that made his heart warm up, the same smile that made his stomach flip and his head dizzy, and the same smile that made him knew that you were the one
“in sickness and in health” you murmured your vows under his bruise before pulling your head and resting your forehead on his. the corner of his lips unknowingly twitched into a faint smile from the sight of yours, hands sliding to your waist as he held you, the warmth of your body making his touch melt on you
and slowly, he leaned in, lips gently on yours— a kiss that spoke more than words, especially since bruce wasn’t good with that. an action that gave you a silent response; ‘i’m sorry, thank you, i don’t deserve you, i love you’
both of your lips parted away, your smile growing as you pulled your head back and placed back the ice pack on his bruise, now fully standing in front of him. “wonder what you’re gonna have to say about this tomorrow” you joked
bruce raised a eyebrow and looked up to meet your gaze, confused from your words at first before they both furrowed in realization. tomorrow night— a charity gala from one of the many organizations that wayne enterprises was sponsoring
he cursed under his breath, silent at first from thinking before exhaling sharply. “i’ll have that handled” bruce nodded. now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “oh? and what excuse do you have now, mr wayne?”
a hum simply left from him, his hands not leaving your waist as he leaned back on his chair. “skiing incident at the alps”
“you used that one far too many times”
“car accident. international”
“doesnt fit right”
“polo”
“you know how to play polo?”
“i know how to do a lot of things”
an amused look went on your face, smirking. “are you always this prepared?” your hand that was holding the ice pack on his face now shifted to also cup the side of his face as well. bruce mirrored your smirk very faintly. “i’m batman, i’m always prepared” he responded as-a-matter-of-fact, which was a response that was more than enough
a giggle left your lips, now fully smiling as you leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. “alright batman” you teased, your other hand on his gloved one. “let’s get you out of this suit so you can go to bed with your wife”
and for once, bruce didn’t argue. instead, his smirk softened as he looked at you with eyes only for you. “yes ma’am” he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles
the next night in that charity gala, that polo excuse actually worked (to your surprise)
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masterlist
(a/n: i love this man he’s the reason why i got into dc)
dailybridgerton
titsay
gummygunk
yousharknotpass
prguitarman
areudirty
snowghoul
romaincrisis
