#*one shots

Something wasn’t right but Y/N couldn’t put her finger on it properly. Maybe it was how hard Bruce was pounding into her. Or maybe it was his hand around her throat. Whatever it was, it made her feel like she wasn’t in control and needed to get out. Whatever libido she had was completely gone, her breath starting to shorten, her heart pounding in her ears as her panic started to rise.

Worst of all, she felt bad for wanting to stop. She wanted to see if she could handle Bruce being rougher with her, and she didn’t want him to think that she was too weak or too sensitive to handle being with him. The rational part of her brain told her that Bruce wouldn’t think any less of her for not wanting to be rough in bed and she needed to tell him to stop, but her emotions were too overpowering.

“R-red,” she croaked. “Red.”

Bruce immediately halted his movements and removed his hand from Y/N’s throat as he pulled out of her. He moved completely off her as he caught his breath and gave her space to gather herself.

“You okay?” he asked tenderly, trying to not upset her any further. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said, trying to stop her voice from shaking. “Sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Bruce said as he inched towards her. “It’s okay to not know and you did the right thing by saying you wanted to stop.”

She didn’t say anything and kept her eyes away from him, feeling too vulnerable to look at him. She felt the mattress dip when he shuffled closer to her again and lay down next to her.

“Can I hold you?” Bruce asked, close enough for her to hear but just distant enough to not make her uncomfortable.

Y/N nodded and rolled over into his arms, buried her face into his chest and let him gently wrap his arms around her. Her body relaxed against his as he stroked his palms up and down her back and sides, calming her down and soothing her frayed nerves.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Bruce said softly, “but I want to know what I did wrong. What can I do better.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Y/N said, her voice muffled by his warm skin. “You did exactly what we agreed on, but something told me that we had to stop.”

“Okay, then we don’t have to do that anymore if you don’t want to.”

“Sorry,” Y/N said softly as Bruce started to play with her hair. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You haven’t disappointed me, sweetheart,” Bruce soothed and held her tighter to him. “You’ve never disappointed me.”

“Then why do I feel like I have?” 

Bruce felt his heart sink for her. When he’d suggested being a little rougher he didn’t think it would end like this. Y/N had reassured him multiple times that she would be able to handle it and that she wanted to do it for him, so he understood why she was being so hard on herself. He secured his hold on her and turned over to sit up with her in his arms, facing each other.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft and warm like honey. “You haven’t disappointed me. I’m not upset that you wanted to stop. I’m actually glad that you said you wanted to stop.”

“Really?” Y/N asked in a small voice.

“Yes, really,” Bruce said and tenderly kissed her forehead. “I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now, but I just want you to know that you haven’t done anything wrong. Okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N said before attempting a smile, her whole body tired from what had just happened. Bruce kissed her forehead again before pulling her into his chest again.

“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go do something else, you need some pampering.”

“Sounds like a good idea,” Y/N said as Bruce swung his legs over the side of the bed and set his feet on the floor.

“How about we take a bath and go raid the kitchen after?”

“Now that sounds like an even better idea.”

Bruce stood up with Y/N in his arms and carried her into the bathroom where he set her down and started to run the water for their bath. It was quiet for a while before Y/N spoke up again.

“Bruce?” He hummed in response. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, honey,” he said and crossed the short distance to embrace her. “I just want you to be comfortable with me.”

“And I am,” she said as she returned his hug and rested her head on his chest. “I’ve never been more comfortable.”

It took a week of constant sneezing, coughing, and sniffling for Y/N to admit that she was sick. Sick as a dog, as Alfred would say. Although she’d never witnessed the Wayne household’s dogs, Ace and Titus, be as sick as she felt at that moment.

Y/N had begrudgingly wiped her schedule completely clean after being persuaded 24/7 by Alfred and Bruce, and she still wasn’t too pleased to be spending all of her time at home. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her husband and his surrogate father, but she liked her work. Being a concerto pianist with the Gotham Symphony Orchestra was her lifelong dream and ever since achieving it she wasn’t going to let some other players take her spot that she worked so hard to get. At least she could take a week away from the orchestra’s overbearing conductor who enjoyed stopping an entire piece just because one note was out of place. 

Spending time with the boys won’t be so bad, she thought as she sat on the couch with Ace and ran her fingers through his fur. The German Shepherd nuzzled his face into her lap and looked up at her with his big brown eyes.

“Careful, boy,” she said to the dog. “You’ll make your brothers get jealous.”

“Never mind his brothers, what about me?” a deep voice said from behind her. Y/N turned her head slightly and smiled when she saw Bruce standing behind the couch with a steaming mug of honey and lemon water for her.

“It’s not you who I need to worry about being jealous, honey,” Y/N in her rusty voice. “We have five other boys who would all fight you and Ace for me.” Bruce rounded the couch to sit next to her.

“Good thing they’re all busy today,” he said as he gathered her into his arms. Ace whined slightly when he could no longer cuddle with his mommy.

“Hey, you’ve had your turn. Let your daddy have a turn now,” Y/N said to the dog who slinked away to bother Alfred for treats.

“How are you feeling today?” Bruce asked her. She could only cough in response. “That good, huh?”

“I feel like I’ve swallowed a razor,” she rasped before taking a sip of water. “I knew I shouldn’t have shaken that new cellist’s hand. He’d been sniffing and wiping his nose with the back of it all week.” Bruce soothed his large palm over her arm as she drew herself closer into him.

“That’s why we should all carry hand sanitiser, you don’t know where people have been or what they’ve been doing.” Y/N wheezed a small laugh at that. “I’m going to keep you company as much as I can until you feel better.”

“Bruce, I’m not a child. You don’t need to keep an eye on me all the time,” Y/N chided. “And besides, I have Alfred and the dogs to keep me company.”

“Are you saying you’d rather hang around the dogs than your husband?” Bruce asked in mock offence.

“Maybe. My husband doesn’t appreciate ear scritches and belly rubs as much as Ace does,” Y/N countered amusedly.

“Alright, you got me there. But I’m still going to-” He was cut off by his phone’s text alert. He sighed as he pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket.

“What is it?” Y/N asked, trying to get a peek at the screen without spilling scalding hot water in her lap.

“Lucius,” he replied, his brow furrowed. “He says it’s urgent. Sorry, sweetheart. You’ll have to spend the day with Alfred and the dogs after all.”

“Hey, you’ve spent your whole life with Alfred. You of all people should know that it’s not a death sentence.” Bruce chuckled and kissed her on the forehead.

“I’ll see you tonight, honey. Don’t do anything too strenuous, you need to rest.”

Asking Y/N to not do anything too strenuous was like waving meat in front of an animal and telling it not to eat it. Of course, she was going to be on her feet at some point.

When she knew for sure that Bruce wasn’t home and Alfred was busy running errands, she changed out of her pyjamas and got ready to take Titus and Ace for a walk around the manor’s grounds. If anyone had seen her they would have thought it comical that such a small person could walk two huge dogs without being pulled along by them. But she and Damian had worked hard on training their mini wolf pack so the two smallest members of the Wayne household had no problem at all.

A walk will definitely blow some of these cobwebs away, Y/N thought as she breathed in the fresh scent of the flowers in the gardens that she had planted weeks before. However, as she bent down to let the dogs off of their leashes, she suddenly felt light-headed. She stood for a moment to regain her bearings and take a deep breath before shaking it off and following the dogs. It didn’t last long, unfortunately.

 Her legs felt heavy and sluggish, cold sweat started to bead on her brow, and the world seemed to be spinning faster and faster. The dogs looked to be miles away and she couldn’t catch up to them. She felt herself slowly come to a stop before the ground came up from under her feet, sending her crashing into the grass. Before her eyes closed from exhaustion she felt a wet nose nudge at her cheek, while barking sounded off in the distance.

When Y/N finally came to, she found herself tucked in bed with a heavy weight draped over her middle. She opened her eyes to see Ace resting his head on her stomach, while Titus was snoozing on her legs. She turned her head to see Bruce parked in a chair beside the bed, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he heard the sheets rustling.

“Hey, how’re you feeling?” he asked gently.

“What happened?” she asked in response. “The last thing I remember was walking the dogs in the garden. How did I end up here?”

“Well, you pushed yourself too hard - like I told you not to do - and you fainted from exhaustion,” he said as he placed the back of his hand on her forehead, feeling her temperature. “It’s a good thing you and Damian have trained the dogs so well or else you’d have been there for hours.”

“Sorry,” she said sheepishly while nuzzling her face into Bruce’s hand. “I thought the fresh air would do me some good.”

“It’s okay, honey. I would have done the same thing. Now, how about I run you a bath?”

“Could you run us a bath instead?” she asked sweetly.

“If by ‘us’ you mean me and you, I certainly can,” Bruce said before placing a soft kiss on her hot cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” Y/N called after him as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Ace had shifted further up her chest while Titus had moved from her legs to her side. Thankfully the master bed was big enough for all of them. Y/N gave them both head scratches which they both leaned into appreciatively.