River's Potions and Spells

summary: Turns out you had met the Waynes well before meeting your husband. pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader tags and warning(s): Nothing as far as I'm aware, wrote this in an hour and I'm way too sleepy to proofread this. some info might not be accurate, Maybe OOC word count:1.1k dc mlist bruce wayne mlist

Bruce Wayne had a hollow pit in his heart that ached for the simple things in life, such as Jason picking up his call, dick staying the night at the manor, among others. But like everyone else, he wished for things that could never happen, like his parents alive and well beyond their early thirties, and meeting you, his wife.

But what if fate had other plans?

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Yandere!Playboy x Yearner!Reader

During your college years, PreYandere!Playboy was the undisputed king of the campus social scene, a textbook Playboy who treated hearts like disposable toys. PreYandere!Playboy slept with almost every girl in his orbit, but PreYandere!Playboy established a cruel, unspoken rule when it came to you: he would never touch you. Whenever you tried to confess your genuine feelings, he would openly mock you in front of his friends, turning your vulnerability into a spectator sport. "You? Please. You're not my type, not even close," he’d laugh, tossing his arm around a random girl he’d met five minutes prior.

Yet, PreYandere!Playboy completely weaponized your unrequited love to make you his personal servant. He kept you at his absolute beck and call. You were the one staying up until 4:00 AM completing his midterms, writing his essays, and doing his group projects while he was out partying. He would text you a blunt, demanding message, "Need the finance paper by tomorrow, don't mess it up." and you would do it, completely starved for even a shred of his validation. PreYandere!Playboy bullied you constantly for being so pathetic, yet he took everything you gave him without a single ounce of gratitude.

The true tragedy was that your feelings didn't vanish when the graduation caps were thrown. You entered the corporate world still hopelessly hooked on him, carrying the heavy, exhausting weight of that college-era yearning. For the first year after graduation, you still answered his late-night texts, still listened to him complain about his shallow flings, and still allowed yourself to be his emotional safety net while he continued to ignore your worth.

The change happened slowly, then all at once. The exhaustion of adulthood finally overtook the romanticized delusion of your college years. You started working at a new firm, making your own money, and meeting entirely new circles of people who actually treated you with basic human respect. For the first time in your life, you went out for drinks with coworkers who listened when you spoke, and you realized just how starved for genuine connection you had actually been.

The first time you left him on "Read" wasn't even a grand statement; you were simply too busy enjoying a dinner with friends to care about his text. When you checked your phone hours later and saw his usual, low-effort message ("Bored, what are you doing?"), A strange wave of apathy washed over you. You didn't reply. You locked your phone and went to sleep. Within a month, leaving his messages on Read or entirely unscrolled on Delivered became your new normal.

Your silence completely shatters PreYandere!Playboy sense of reality. For years, his entire ego was built on the absolute certainty that no matter how badly he treated you, no matter who he slept with, you would always be waiting in the wings, hopelessly in love with him. You were his anchor. The moment he realizes his text messages are staying on Read for days at a time, a terrifying, ugly panic claws its way into his chest.

Yandere!Playboy lifestyle completely loses its flavor. He goes out to clubs, but he spends the entire night staring at his phone, waiting for three typing dots that never appear. He tries to hook up with random people to prove he doesn't care, but he finds himself completely numb, utterly furious that you are the one successfully moving on. His arrogant, cocky facade completely breaks down, mutating into a desperate, obsessive hyper-fixation. He didn't want you when you were at his feet, but now that you are walking away, he is realizing you are the only person who ever truly mattered.

Because you aren't answering his phone calls, Yandere!Playboy resorts to stalking your new life. One rainy evening, as you step out of your office building, chatting and laughing with a new coworker, you freeze. Standing by the curb, completely drenched and staring at you with a wild, hollow look in his eyes, is him. He doesn't look like the polished, arrogant campus king anymore; he looks unhinged, desperate, and deeply dangerous.

Portrait of a Sunflower

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Bruce and reader who got married at 20. Hidden from the world, he wore the ring on a chain around his neck.

Bruce and reader who got divorced at 25, five months after he became Batman.

He was secretive and he snuck out at night. You could tell when he lied to you about where he was.

The rift formed, your heart shattered. You thought he was cheating, he drifted so far from you. You brought it up for the last time, asked if he was cheating. He let you believe he was. He didn’t know how to tell you he was a masked vigilante beating criminals up and locking them away. He should’ve just told you.

So when you asked, standing at the foot of the once shared bed, and he stared at you like you’d grown two more heads.

“Bruce, you’re gone. You sneak out in the middle of the night, I never know where you go! You lie to me every single time. Just be honest!” You pleaded, desperately. Your sobs racking through your body.

He got silent and his face remained emotionless. Pressing his lips into a thin line. He lied to you, this time way better than before.

“You’re right, I am cheating…” it broke a part of him to lie to you like that. He didn’t know how to explain to you that a part of him so damaged, dark and angry at the criminals in this city, was running around at night locking them away. (Like that, you big idiot)

You went into the shared closet, grabbed a suitcase and packed. Shaking hands, tears streaming down your face and your heart shattered.

Bruce was still sat on the bed, his head now in his hands. He heard you walk back into the room, his head lifts slowly as he looks at you. His life, his home, his world. Packed and ready to leave him. All because he couldn’t tell the truth, all because he felt like he couldn’t juggle Batman and you.

“You can keep everything, I don’t want…any of it.” You mumble, defeated.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing Bruce.” You stated flatly as you took of the rings.

You walked out of the bedroom, and then out of his life for good.

He tried to move on over the years. Nothing lasted and his mind always came back to you. He checked on you from time to time. The first time he did it, it was a month after you left him.

You’d move to metropolis in that time. Away from him, a new start.

Divorce papers showed up the next day. You literally wanted nothing from him.

He signed, he would’ve signed even if he you had wanted things. He wanted you happy.

Those last five months, he saw the life slowly drain from your eyes and he knew he was the cause.

So to see you twenty years later, back in gotham, at night and walking through an alleyway. His heart stopped. You’re back and you still look amazing. He watches over you, a good thing too, because a mugger is now pointing a gun at you.

He drops down from the rooftop, takes the guy down and grabs your purse out of his hands. You smile, your chest heaving as adrenaline courses through you.

He hands your purse to you and asks if you’re alright. You thank him and take your purse back. He thought he’d moved on, he definitely hasn’t.

Your brows furrow and you squint.

“Bruce?”

He stills, he tries to find something to say, something to not confirm that it’s him.

“Oh maybe I’m wrong, sorry you just smell like him.”

You stutter as heat creeps up your neck.

“You remember how I smell?”

He shouldn’t have asked. That confirms it’s him.

“Bruce!” You smack his arm.

“I -yeah of course I do. We were together for years it’s kinda hard to forget.” You mutter shyly.

He grabs onto you and grapples the both of you to a rooftop. He takes off his cowl and stares at you.

You smile and then it quickly fades.

“Wait, were you always Batman?”

“Yes.”

“So when I thought you were cheating on me??”

“I was Batman…”

“Right. So you chose to tell me you were cheating instead of telling me this?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Wasn’t my best moment.”

“I’d say, it resulted in divorce, Bruce.”

“If I had told you I was Batman-“

BRUCE WAYNE -- "sweetheart"

def would be one of the main nicknames he'd call you. he's seen how love is expressed thru his parents and i would def see thomas call martha that. i think it would be even more meaningful to him if you two were married, calling you "sweetheart" softly with a voice reserved for you and only you: a contrast to the brooding voice he'd put on as batman or the fake charisma cocky voice he'd put on as "brucie" wayne

CLARK KENT -- "honey"

NO EXPLANATION NEEDED!!! like bruce, clark also saw how love was expressed thru his parents, jonathan and martha. i can def def DEF see his kansas accent slip a little bit whenever he'd call you "honey" (or any other nickname that's similar or cheesy in that lovestruck way lol) with that cheerful tone that never fails to brighten up ur entire day, no matter how bad of a day you've had

HAL JORDAN -- "angel"

okay this one i lowkey dont have much of an explanation for. it just sort of fits him right ifykwim, esp since he's always been portrayed as a charismatic and confident man. ntm he's was also part of the air force a long time ago (idk how thats relevant help) idk why but the idea of hal jordan calling you "angel" with that playful tone and his signature grin just fits more right than goldilocks and the three bears

JASON TODD -- "baby"

you're gonna have to give him grace when it comes to pet names LMAO. unlike others, he didn't have a good example of a healthy relationship during his childhood, hence why he often struggled with relationships. but with you, he was gentle-- almost scared-- to hold you in his hands, afraid that his blood stained hands would leave marks on you too. but as time passes by, you'd get used to jason calling you "baby", trying to sound casual but not hiding the fondness

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