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☕️ you visit princess!talia || fem!princess!reader, fluff, oblivious lovers, possible inaccurate kingdom stuff… 1323 words. || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist thank you @gildra-esque for proofreading ur tha best
You came from a long way just to visit her, your precious princess, one more time. It had been years since you first met her, but you could never bring yourself to stop thinking about her. Maybe, to you, she was such a dear friend that you always wanted to be with her… Princess Talia was a delicate, polite woman; she was everything you could ever ask for in a friend— not to mention she was a delight to talk to. Her sun warmed honey voice was captivating, comforting, and she always knew what to say.
She was a very dear friend to you.
Unfortunately, your kingdom was so far away from hers. You were not able to see her as often as you would wish. At least you and Princess Talia sent each other letters every month, talking about anything that was possible. She was, deep down, a very enthusiastic woman. When she spoke about things, she made them seem more critical than they usually were. The princess had the capacity to persuade anyone around her, and she often used it for her own good— which, in your opinion, was admirable, since a woman had to be cunning to outlast in a world where men ruled.
Talia was a powerful woman who knew how to use her resources, and you had so much respect for her. She was the flower of her kingdom, the heart of her father, and thus she needed to be strong. That was what she had said when you asked her how she managed to be the person she was. That was the moment you knew you would adore her until forever, perhaps even longer than that.
Her last letter had been about her rose garden. According to what you have read, she was planting roses in her garden, without the help of any palace gardener. She explained that her ultimate goal was to create a place where she could feel like herself, and to do so, she had to build that said place all by herself. You were curious to see how her garden ended up. You were dying to spend time with her there.
“The only place I can be myself,” her letter read… It made your heart leap in its bed. You were not sure where this excitement was coming from but you were accustomed to it by now, for thinking about the princess always made you feel such things.
The long and cold walls of the palace welcomed you in a familiar way. You hugged your silk coat; your mind was flooded with the thoughts of her. As servants and guardians were guiding the way, your excitement grew even bigger. You answered every question you were asked sloppily. You remembered the women who were leading your way, they were Talia’s most reliable maids. They must have been waiting for your arrival.
Your heart fluttered at the thought of Talia giving orders to her maids to wait for you.
“The princess is in her garden. I shall show you the way, Princess.”
With every step, you felt the silly butterflies in your stomach flutter and bump into each other. This feeling was nothing new, but every time it happened, you felt like you were born that day. It gave you a peace you had never known before, made you grin until the corners of your lips touched your ears.
The rose garden was… such an exquisite sight to lay eyes upon.
You could see her fingerprints everywhere. Every part of the garden reminded you of her. As you passed by the arches and roses that smelled exactly like her, you felt as if you were right next to Talia. You were so distracted by the beauty of her garden that you did not even realize you were left alone.
Your fingers caressed a rose’s fragile petals. You were still amazed that Talia made this happen all by herself. It wasn’t because you doubted her talent and wits, but it was because this garden was so beautiful that you never thought it could be real. She was, indeed, passionate about what she was interested in. Creating this garden was one of her dreams and goals, and she accomplished it… All by herself.
You were proud of your dear friend.
“Beloved,”
Your heart jumped in its place when you heard her silky voice. She was standing a few steps behind you. The gorgeous pink dress made her beauty shine like the sun. She always looked amazing in pink. Her brown hair flowed down her shoulders and cocooned her. And the glow in her eyes… She was happy.
You were happy that she was happy.
“Hello, Talia.” You greeted, slightly bowing your head down.
“It is so nice to finally see you.” The fragrance of roses became more intense when she stepped forward to pull you into a hug. Your arms wrapped around her, grabbing her waist. It felt so nice to feel her close like that.
“I have been waiting for your arrival ever since you told me you were to visit me!” Talia expressed herself as she pulled away from you. “I have missed you, my friend.”
“I, too, have missed you, Talia.”
Talia grabbed your hand softly. Her touch created a tingle inside your palm. “I will show you the garden.” She led the way as she kept holding your hand. “I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?”
She only nodded and did not utter any other word that might ruin her surprise. As she showed you every corner of her garden, your mind was somewhere else. You could not stop thinking about what she might have for you. She had given you so many gifts in the past, as you had given her, and she always managed to present something far better than the last.
“Beloved, I can show you your gift if you are too eager to see it.” She giggled.
You realized your palm was getting sweaty, but you did not want to part your hands. You wanted to hold her close forever. So, you ignored it. She seemed like she ignored it, too.
“I would love to see it, Talia.”
Talia smiled at you. Giving you a small nod, she pulled you towards her mysterious gift. Every step became more miserable for you. You had this weird feeling in your stomach. Every second you spent next to her, holding her hand, deepened the pit within you.
When you spotted a covered easel, you stopped breathing. What could possibly be under the covers? She was going to give you a piece of art. She dropped your hand to uncover the easel and you felt your stomach hurt. It was painful to leave her but seeing the painting under the covers made everything worth it.
You couldn’t believe your eyes… The painting was a rose garden— this rose garden, and in the middle of it was a woman standing… It was you. The woman looked so much like you. She was wearing a blue dress, and she was standing among the roses, a naive smile was perched on her lips.
“Talia,” you touched the canvas to feel it, to be sure if it was real for certain. It was real. “How— This is amazing! I love this so much. I don’t know how I can thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me. You inspire me, love. I wanted to make this.”
“How did you even remember every detail?” The painting felt like looking right into a mirror. It was detailed— too detailed perhaps.
Her soft hand grasped your cheek, forcing you to look at her face. “How can I forget such a face as yours?” Her smile reached her eyes, making them glow brighter than ever. The air got stuck in your lungs as she kept looking right into your eyes. “Now, come on, I have a lot to show you.”
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Birds drifted among stars, little figures twirling slowly as the mobile spun above the crib. Carefully, Talia laid Damian in it, his tiny hands already searching for the plushie his mother had sewn herself, his own piece of home.
She hummed softly — something between a song from her childhood and the timeless melody of peace that came with motherhood as full of love as hers. From your spot by the door, you smiled, calling her in a low voice.
“Bedtime?”
You held out your hand for her, a small offering; it was time for your home to sleep, peaceful and tranquil.
“Shall your dreams be sweet, Dami,” she whispered to her son, and with a kiss to the top of his head, Talia blessed his sleep. She followed you out of his nursery, her hand in yours, ready to finally rest, too.
In his little crib, Damian dreamed of the universe, flying through the cosmos like the birds above him.
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/ ɛnˈkaʊn tər / means to come upon or meet with, especially unexpectedly
pairing: supermodel!reader ✗ prince of gotham!jason todd
tags: mdni 18+ノsmokingノmen being creepyノuse of y/nノproofread by @cherryvvave <333 (edit: forgot to put age warning)
word count: 2,540 words
author's note: first chapter yay! i'm so happy to start these series and hope you guys will love it just like i do<3 change of the divider colour means different pov (red for jason and brown for reader)
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Iceberg Lounge, 9pm
Gotham's biggest night club and casino shone with dozen of cold white lights calling and tempting everyone to come in. To forget about everything and test the luck in casino, to lose yourself in music pulsating in your ears and drinks served.
The only place in the whole city where everyone gets to be equal for some time.
Nightclub's main dancefloor was full with people as usual, scent of musk, citrus and alcohol was filling the air. Clinking of glasses, raucous laughter and talking were deafened with the noise of music. Sequin dresses, jewellery of all kinds, shoes with transparent glass like platforms were glittering under the blue and white neon lights.
Comparing with the casino environment, which was located one floor down, the nightclub was always messy. Always chaotic in a way that it perfectly reflected the chaos of Gotham. Casino though was calmer. Same scent of citrus and alcohol in the air, but with addition of expensive perfume and — instead of vibrating EDM music — jazz.
One place will suffocate you with chaos, the other will suffocate you with the fake face of nobility and superiority over others.
Yes, pure reflection of Gotham in her citizens through and through. Same plot, different actors. Nothing unknown.
Jason was sitting on the terrace outside, having a dinner by himself. Suzie Su, his bodyguard wasn't always near him, keeping the distance but kept an eye on him. He sipped his champagne, watching the Sun set below the horizon and enjoying the quiet moment of solitude. He thanked himself and Blanc for deciding to invest in soundproof walls. With their help, people outside weren't disturbed by the noise.
When he was finishing, Jason noticed with a side glance his assistant approaching him.
"Excuse me for disturbing your dinner, sir."
"Nah, I'm almost done already, what is it?" Jason turned his attention to him, putting the fork aside.
His assistant glanced at his tablet before speaking again. "The special guest I've told you about two days ago is here. The one who ordered a separate table in the VIP area. He… made a wish to meet you."
Jason rose his eyebrows. Now it's getting interesting.
"Huh, what's his name?"
"Dacre Bell, model manager and promoter from local fashion modelling agency. He's accompanied by four other models that are appearing on Gotham Fashion Week."
Jason sighed. "Can you please tell him that I'm currently busy and cannot have any conversations."
Tell him to fuck off for me in a formal way please.
"Sir, as much as I know you find such conversations unpleasant, they affect the whole image of Iceberg Lounge sometimes."
Todd closed his eyes, running a hand down his face. "You find them crucial?"
"I find them useful." His assistant smiled with corners of his lips.
Sometimes he reminded Jason of certain somebody from his "past" life.
Jason exhaled, standing up. "I'll be in a minute, Mark."
Mark nodded and retrieved.
The air on the second floor of the nightclub felt hotter than on the first. And served cool drinks didn't help. You were sitting right next to Dacre. One your friend and co-worker was sitting on your right, other two were sitting on Dacre's left. The proximity felt uncomfortable. Not because of your friend Tara, no. Since you came in this nightclub after dinner in restaurant on East End, Dacre multiple times attempted to wrap hand around your waist and every time you gently were pulling him off you and multiple times he brought his face closely to yours to say something. So close you could sense the smell of his awful menthol gum. As "polite" as you could be, you kept pushing him back in his chest, creating distance between you two. You rarely went out with him and when you did. his behaviour was often the same.
You noticed Tara's sympathetic looks on you, but you said nothing. At least 18-year-old Larissa —who was sitting on the other side of the couch — wasn't bothered. She kept looking around curiously, sipping her soda.
People were passing by, not even trying to hide their staring at you and other girls.
Suddenly in the VIP section appeared tall figure of the young man. His silk burgundy shirt and a black suit strongly contrasted with the whole cold icy vibe of the nightclub. Your gaze followed him approaching your table as you kept sipping your dirty martini.
You knew who it was. You saw his face before in celebrity magazines and newspaper. You could recognise this white streak of hair easily.
New proprietor of Iceberg Lounge and Bruce Wayne's ward he doesn't mention often. Jason Todd.
Prince of Gotham as somebody in the media called him once.
For once, Dacre stopped rambling and gave mister Todd a wide smile. The right hand that was laying behind you on the back of the couch leaned to squeeze the hand. "Ah, mister Todd. Pleasure to finally meet you. Your manager warned that you might be very busy."
Jason sat in front of him on the square ottoman stool, smiling shortly. "Yeah, well. I always try to find time for our guests. And you wanted to… talk to me?"
You and Tara exchange glances.
Figures
Jason Todd still remains a new persona to Gotham "elite". And Dacre wants to intervene with his "partnership" thing.
Like he always does.
You take a deep breath and when Dacre attempts to touch you again, you stand up taking your purse. "I need fresh air. I feel like I'm suffocating here."
Tara just nodes. Dacre makes a mocking sad face, pouting. "Oh, come on, honey, we just started."
You look at him down with mildly irritated look. "I'm tired and need some time for myself." Dismissing Jason, you leave the table.
Before you reached stairs, you heard your "promoter" saying to mister Todd. "That was [Name] [Last name], our little Stargirl."
"She's actually a sweetheart, but can be difficult sometimes." added another model Antonia. "Don't read into it much"
The last thing you heard was mister Todd replying. "Right…"
You move between bodies, quickly. Heels' clicking is getting deafened by techno. You unintentionally hover over some people which makes easier for you to go through. You could feel piercing looks on your back. Of people who were recognising a celebrity in you, but most looks were different. Straight up staring, that could make somebody shiver.
Those were from men.
As soon as you stepped on the terrace balcony, you took a deep breath. From this place was opening a huge view at the city.
Shining and so deeply flawed Gotham.
You looked around searching for the smoking area. The balcony was wide. There was an area with tables and chairs, empty area with railing to enjoy the view. And the area to smoke.
It was in another corner enclosed by glass walls without the ceiling. There were some people sitting there, but not so much. Clicking of your heels causes men's attention inside. Their gaze follow you as you take a seat on the couch across from them right near exit with a heavy sigh. Smell of expensive tobacco was hanging in the air. LED strip lights were creating a cozy atmosphere.
You take the vape out of your purse and try to inhale a few times. To your misfortune, its battery was low. You curse under your breath, taking a pack of cigarettes out that you often kept just in case. You take one out of the pack and press it between your lips. And suddenly multiple lighter flame appeared in front of you. They were so fast, you didn't even have time to take your own lighter.
Your eyes trace each men. Way older, maybe in their 40s and some of them look smug. How many of them have wives at home waiting for them? How many of them portray themselves as "family men", while also hitting on young women in the nightclub? Are their wives oblivious, don't care about it or actually the same as their husbands? Absolutely disgusting.
You almost roll your eyes and huff, ready to draw them away from yourself, when suddenly they retrieve themselves on their own. And looks on their faces say that it's someone "big".
"Not very gentlemanly to disturb the lady." says the person.
You frown and lift your eyes. Mister Todd.
He was literally talking to Dacre a few minutes ago, why is he here?
Did he follow you or something?
"It would be even better if you all left. Like right now." He smiles at them mockingly.
And they actually rush to leave, putting out their cigarettes in ashtrays and leave.
When they're gone, you lift your at him again. And he looks at you back and doesn't break an eye contact.
Huh
You finally lighten a cigarette and the first drag relaxes you immediately. You lean back on the couch, crossing your legs.
He keeps standing, but then for some reason he decides to stay and sits down.
"That was dramatic." You break the silence first.
"I would've called it effective." He smirks.
"Oh, definitely. Accept my gratitude. Though I thought you were occupied with conversation with my manager." You exhale a smoke in opposite way of him.
"I was told by my assistant that one of my bodyguards noticed a situation." He replies with confidence, mirroring your position.
"That so? And you decided to check it yourself? Wasn't a conversation important?" You keep asking.
He smiles with corners of his lips. "It wasn't. Not to me at least."
Was it too bad that you were happy about Dacre's games not working on Todd? You often heard that mister Todd was detached in some way. He wasn't caught in any drama and that is what led to speculations around him. There were two or three intrudes when he just started running the place, but that was it. After, there was nothing major.
The smoking area falls into silence. You keep smoking, lost in your own thoughts. Your hand with the rehearsed grace that clings to you like a second skin. From time to time you shake the ash off in the tray and press the cigarette back to lips. You smoke and feel his gaze on you. But it's not heavy or creepy. It was a gaze of someone who tries to learn a person in front of him.
Maybe you should've asked him to leave, but you didn't see the point. He wasn't bothering you, didn't pry. Just sat n front of you casually.
"You seemed not to be interested in that either." Mister Todd speaks again. "That conversation, I mean."
"I get tired when I'm around people a lot. And… I also expected you talking to be as usual. Business, fake smiles and promises about future partnership or something, don't get me wrong." You reply, shaking the ash off. You were almost done with a cigarette.
He hums, saying nothing.
You squint your eyes. "And why are you still here?"
He gives you this small smile again. "Just making sure no one dares to disturb you again. Guests' comfort is always the top priority."
You smirk faintly and after last drag put the cigarette out. "Well then, I'm ready to go back into chaos again." You stand up, fixing your mini dress. "Thank you, again. I would also advise you to say something to Dacre later. I bet he found your actions weird. He doesn't like to be dismissed so fast."
Mister Todd simply nods and goes to exit first. He stands right outside, offering his hand to help to go down two or three stairs. Both of you know it's not needed. But you still give your hand. And he still keeps his eyes on you before you say goodbye.
"Maybe we will have a chance to meet again. Gotham is small." You give him last smile and disappear inside.
Later at night Jason was sitting in his office, looking through his papers, and then opened the Internet to search up about this Dacre Bell.
Something in conversation with him earlier that night felt off. The way he positioned himself, his manner of talking, his status in Gotham. Heavy on status. He gave an impression of cocky, arrogant and very assertive person. In the web was nothing major. Nothing that could catch Jason's eye.
Numerous interviews with him about his work, how he "helped" to make a name for many models in the industry, his influence as a whole. And one of those articles led to you. You were standing next to Dacre on some carpet, head taller than him, looking directly at the camera.
Young woman on this photo and who he saw earlier today weren't same. On the photo your gaze is confident, daring even, small smile is glued to your lips. Today he saw exhausted and quite vulnerable in some way person for who it became too loud in the crowd and they craved space.
Jason told to himself that it's just natural curiosity, surfing your pictures. Runway shows, red carpets, event paparazzis. Confident, graceful and smiling, always smiling. Always genuinely approaching fans for a picture and autograph, warming hugs with cancer patients and young girls, visits in Gotham youth centres, refugee camps in different regions of the world.
Truly people's sweetheart
"Remarkable person, isn't she?" Mark entered the office. "Though, as far as I heard, she remains very private about her life and rarely does interviews that have to do with something personal."
Jason didn't expect him to appear so sudden. "You should warn when you come in, Mark. I was just… curious."
His assistant smiled. "My apologies. I came to say that I didn't find anything special on mister Bell. He seems to be clean."
Jason turns to him. "Still would like to keep an eye on him. Something eventually may come out. He doesn't seem very trustful to me."
The way he was treating models that were accompanying him tonight didn't sit right with Jason either. Especially you. Jason didn't sit with them very long after you retrieved, but he noticed unnecessary nicknames and backhanded jokes. when you weren't around. Not only towards you, but also towards the other three ladies that were there.
Mark saw his boss's serious demeanour and nodded. "Of course." Photo of you on the Vogue Cover was still opened on Todd's desktop. "About miss."
Jason lifts his eyes. "What about her?"
"This week in Gotham takes place Fashion Week Show as I told you earlier. And miss [Last name] will perform for the brand on Wednesday."
Jason frowns. "Are you offering me to visit the show?"
Mark's lips twitched in smile. "The invitation to the show is still up. If you remain curious, might as well get to know the Miss better."
He hums, looking back at his desktop.
"Maybe we will have a chance to meet again. Gotham is small"
Jason rubs his chin for a moment and then nods. "Can be useful to learn more about Bell from the inside."
"Right, Bell, of course."
Todd doesn't miss his assistant's teasing, but decides to say nothing.
"Alright. Fashion Show it is…" he mutters and closes his desktop.
fandom about some mf (is a man): you might dislike this character but you have to admit he's very interesting. even if you don't like him, he's a very well-written character. he's very complex. so even if you dislike him you should maybe reconsider that. because he's complex and interesting. and i think deep down he cares so much. there's a lot to analyze about his decisions, which he was force to make due to the terrible position he was put in. and if you don't like him you don't really understand the show tbh.
same fandom about a woman who has done comparable or much tamer things, with a much smaller fraction of fans: this may be a hot take but no one else has said this and i have to get this off my chest. some of you might like her but she is a TERRIBLE PERSON! she didn't have to do any of those things she did. she put herself into a bad situation, inconveniencing everyone around her and showing no remorse for it whatsoever. you may like her but i just don't get it!! if you like her or defend any of her actions, you are probably a real life abuser and hate women. so even if you do like her, maybe think about that. you can like her but you have to admit her flaws. otherwise you are encouraging women in real life to murder others and commit crimes, which is ignorant and wrong. her sympathetic scenes are not even canon because they're so manipulative, performative, and trite. such a waste of screen time very obviously trying to get us to feel bad for a MONSTER! she clearly didn't actually mean any of the good things she's done. deep down she is just a rotten human being with no motive but to make other people's lives miserable. i'm sorry but that's the truth.
you cannot tell me dick grayson doesnt have the craziest morning boner
he would wake up with you lying on your side, back pressed against his chest and sleeping soundly. all unaware from the large poking that was on your ass
poor man didn’t wanna wake you up because one, it was seven in the morning. and two, you were sleeping so peacefully he couldn’t bring himself to ruin your slumber
so instead, dick would just lazily grind his boner on your ass, pressing his lips on your shoulder to hold back any sounds and pant on your skin. and when you would shift and unknowingly press your ass more to his cock, he would shut his eyes and throw his head back to let out a quiet yet deep groan, his voice still laced with sleep
that’s it, his last fucking straw
“babe” dick carefully nudged you, desperation in his voice. but there was no answer from you. he trailed a path of kisses from your shoulders all the way under your jaw, only to hear a small “hm?” leave your sleepy lips
“dick, it’s too early” you mumbled, eyes still closed and about to reach for dick’s head and press his face more into your neck. but your eyes slowly fluttered open from something poking and rubbing on your ass
“dick? what are you—"
“please, baby…” you could hear the slight desperation in his morning voice, his hips not stopping and still slowly rubbing on your ass. “woke up with the craziest boner… fuck, i need you”
scratch ‘slight’, he was desperate desperate. begging from behind your back at what, seven in the morning?
you let out a breathless sigh from dick already nudging your panties down slowly, giving him a slow nod and already closing your eyes to fall back asleep. “just don’t wake me up, i need to be up soon” and as a confirmation, you spreaded your legs a bit more and pressed your ass more to his cock
god, that was all he needed to hear
“i promise” dick whispered in your ear, thumb rubbing small circles on your cunt and feeling your arousal slowly form. “you were always too good for me, thank you baby” a small whimper left your lips. even when you were asleep— or at least trying to— his touch always pulled out reactions from you
he took his thumb off to pull his boxers down and line his hard and tip with your pussy, pre cum slightly glistening from the head. a relieved sigh left dick’s lips when he began to slowly insert his cock in, the familiar warm walls of your cunt greeting him with a welcome he so desperately needed.
“thaaat’s it” he murmured on your neck, one hand shifting to slide under your shirt and fondle with your boob— which made you let out a small moan— while the other gripped on your hip. “fuck, just what i needed”
your lips slightly parted for a small moan to slip, your closed eyes now rolling to the back of your head as dick moved your bra strap from your shoulder to leave open mouthed kisses while sinking more of his length in you
and once his cock was fully buried in you, dick stayed like that just to take your warmth in, groans humming on your skin and brushing his thumb on your nipple. a gasped moan left your lips, the sleep slowly fading from your body and your eyes fluttering open
"dick” you whined, squirming your ass as a sign for him to move. “i need you to move. please”
he let out a chuckle from behind and you could practically feel a lopsided grin form on his lips. “thought you wanted to sle— ohhh fuck”
dick moaned when he felt you bury his head more into the collar of your neck and your fingers sliding into his hair, his cock twitching in you as a response. you let out a small chuckle but it trailed into a moan when dick slowly rolled his hips to your ass
“attagirl” he groaned, sending another lazy yet deep roll of his hips to your pussy and going crazy from how you were sucking him in. “just like that”
the depth of dick’s thrusts was making up for the pace— which was more than enough since he was already huge. and it did nothing but make the sleep fade from both you and him
“dick— oh god” you let out a breathless sigh from his tip nudging deep enough that it was hitting all the right angles, your back arching instinctively and pressing your ass more to his hips for more.
and to add more with his lazy yet deep thrusts and groping, dick whispered all kinds of things to you in that morning voice you loved while fondling with your boob
“that’s it, gorgeous. take it for me”
“look at her go, fuuuuck. all for me”
“cmon pretty girl, give it to me. make a mess”
another deep roll of dick’s thrusts and it made you clench all over his cock for your orgasm to come crashing, broken chants of his name leaving your fully gaped lips and your wide eyes almost seeing stars from how hard you came
he let out a groan, the thrusts now sounding wet as he felt his own orgasm slowly approach. dick’s hand from your boobs trailed up to tilt your head up for his lips to meet yours in a slow, intimate kiss that were filled with pants
one last roll of his hips made dick moan on your mouth, feeling his warm cum now fill you up as his cock still slowly dragged itself to fuck his cum in you. a pleasured sigh left yours into dick’s mouth as he kept murmuing small “thank you, oh thank you so much” repeatedly in your mouth
his cock finally stilled in your pussy, now soft and feeling the warmth of your pussy and his cum now buried to the brim in you. slowly, both of you pulled away from the kiss with a trail of saliva before it broke immediately
your gaze met with dick’s blue ones as both of you were catching your breaths. his hand shifted to cradle your cheek and his lips panted a smile, tucking a messy hair strand behind your ear
but right where he could kiss you again more softer and tell you what a good job you did, the alarm began to ring on the nightstand
☕️ you patch up batman’s wounds. || this can be read as after alfred’s death, kinda hurt/comfort with fluff? if that makes sense, drug usage for medical purposes, headcanon format, reader doesn’t know batman’s identity, … || ⋆˚࿔ main masterlist
Batman loves it when you patch him up.
Or at least, that’s what you think since he always comes to you.
You don’t know his real identity and even though you are dying to know, you won’t try to find it.
But you will patch him up no matter what.
Ever since the night he ended up in your fire escape, lying there like a wounded animal after getting a stab wound, he came to you whenever he needed to be tended.
You, without even realizing, have become his private nurse.
Whenever he ended up in your flat, you were ready to care for him.
He was not a burden for you. How could he be? He was the savior of Gotham, your hometown. That was the least you could do.
But you were curious… Did he not have somebody to care for him? Was he so lonely that he trusted a total stranger?
So, one night, you decided to ask. “Don’t you have another person for these?”
There was a beat of silence. You couldn’t see his face because of his cowl, but his lips parted— maybe because he was not expecting to be asked this.
“I— Sorry for bothering you—“
“No,” you cut him off immediately. That was not what you were saying. At all. “I’m glad to help you. I was just curious.”
He leaned back to the couch again. You were stitching a knife wound on his thigh. He was half naked right before you.
“I had someone.” He mumbled. The drugs you gave him were making him numb. He usually did not want anything to numb him, but tonight, he took it.
“Did they leave you?”
“You could say that.”
You kept stitching in silence after that. When you were finished, you gave him time to get dressed again.
His moves were slow. He seemed tired. You didn’t want him to leave like that. He was under the influence of drugs and he was hurt and tired.
“You can stay.” You said. “I won’t come here until you go. So you can take your cowl off.”
He was considering the offer. He had every reason to stay. He trusted you, you trusted him. He could stay. You wanted him to stay.
Batman didn’t say yes or no but he went back to sitting. You smiled at him and saw a small reflection of your smile appear on his lips.
You brought him a pillow and sheets, readied the couch for him to sleep.
“I can… wash your clothes—“ You tried to offer but before you could form the sentence, he held your hands in his gloved ones.
“That’s not necessary.” He gently squeezed your hands. “Thank you.” And brought them to his lips to press a kiss.
Your heart almost gave up.
You licked your lips, squeezing his hands back. The moment was so intimate, so precious that you didn’t want to leave him.
“Good night, Batman.” You pressed a kiss on his cheek and as your face burned with a shy feeling that came from deep inside you, you left him there in your living room.
That night, you had the Batman sleeping on your couch. That night, you kissed his cheek.
That night altered your small crush into an even bigger one.
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