#batfleck fluff

Something was obviously wrong with Bruce for him to be so rough and careless with Y/N. 

He was always such a gentle and considerate lover for her, making sure that she was ready to take him and always putting her pleasure before his. She couldn’t have asked for a better husband.

But this was different.

When he’d slid into bed and breathed in her ear about how much he needed her, she was more than happy to oblige. She wasn’t naturally wet enough, since she’d only just woken up, and she’d figured that the lube Bruce poured onto her would be enough to keep her comfortable, but she didn’t factor in just how hard he was going to fuck her.

“Bruce,” she choked out as he held her tight to his chest, his cock roughly pumping in and out of her sore pussy. “S-stop.”

He’d already squeezed all the air out of her lungs and she was struggling to get it back, taking in pained gasps each time his hips crashed into hers. The dull ache between her legs had turned into a stinging pain, white hot and piercing her senses. 

“That feel good, sweetheart?” he rasped in her ear, not fully paying attention to her. “You want me to keep going?”

“No, Bruce, I want to stop,” Y/N forced out through gritted teeth, the pain between her legs becoming too much to bear. “You’re hurting me.”

Bruce snapped out of his stupor and immediately slowed his moments down to pull out of her. She whimpered as she felt his thick cock leave her and dug her nails into his muscular arms, trying to ignore the searing pain. A hot warmth trickled from her core and leaked onto the sheets beneath her, making her cringe as she tried her best to wriggle out of his arms.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Bruce said through heavy breaths. “What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” He fully unsheathed himself from her and gently brushed his fingertips through her folds, skirting dangerously close to where his cock had just been. “Is it here?”

Y/N jumped and pushed herself up to her elbows to try to scramble away from him further. “Don’t touch it! I think I’m bleeding.”

“Okay, okay,” Bruce said softly as he pulled the heavy duvet off of the two of them. “I’m sorry, just let me look at it.”

He turned the lamp on the nightstand brighter and gingerly placed his large palms on each of Y/N’s ankles to gently pull her legs back open again. Y/N cringed again and looked away as he eased her legs apart, her torn skin pulling and tugging.

“You’re definitely bleeding,” he said softly, as if he was trying to ease the pain with just his voice. “I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said, her face still turned away from him as she reached into the drawer of the nightstand to grab a tissue and used it to dab at the cut. Her entire body jolted when the tissue touched her sensitive skin and she dropped it in frustration.

“Here, let me do it.” Bruce took the tissue from her and firmly pressed it to the tear, holding her still so she wouldn’t shake so much. 

He leaned forward to wipe away a tear that rolled down her hot cheek and gently kissed her forehead as he gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. She could tell that whatever it was that had been bothering him before had completely vacated his mind, replaced with concern for her.

They were both quiet as Bruce continued to compress the bleeding, stroking her hot skin with his free hand to make sure that she was okay and safe. Y/N still couldn’t look at him but her tears slowly stopped as the pain dulled into a slow throbbing ache.

“Can I hold you?” he asked gently as he slid his hand up her thigh to snake his arm around her waist.

She nodded and let him gather her into his arms, the wound pulling as she was moved into his lap. Her eyes fluttered closed when she rested her head on his broad shoulder and felt him softly kiss the top of her head.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Bruce said, his voice soft and low in his chest as he stroked Y/N’s bare back.

“It’s fine,” she said into his skin, letting him soothe her tired body. “You didn’t mean to.”

“It’s not fine,” he said as he lay them both down on the mattress, Y/N still curled up in his arms. “I promised to never hurt you and I did. I got careless.”

Y/N didn’t have enough energy to scold him or argue with them, and let the conversation drift away as she wiped her remaining tears from her face and returned Bruce’s embrace. Her fingers drifted up and down his back, absentmindedly brushing against the scars as she fought to stay awake.

“Do you feel any better?” he asked gently after an extended silence. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little bit,” Y/N replied, squeezing her thighs together to gauge the pain. “Just a little sore.”

“Hopefully it’ll heal fast.” He brought his fingers up to stroke her face and let them trail down to her jaw so he could guide her face to his. “I really am sorry,” he said, his lips brushing against hers before he kissed her softly.

“Bruce, it’s okay,” Y/N said in between kisses. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”

“And I promise it won’t happen again. But if it does, I’ll at least make sure you’re ready. I want you to feel good too.”

Y/N’s heart twisted for him. He was always such a generous lover, completely selfless, but she felt that he deserved moments to be selfish every once in a while. Just without hurting her and giving her a bad tear.

“Okay, apology accepted.”

“Good.” Bruce smiled at her softly and stood up from the bed with her still in his arms. “I think it’s time we got you into a hot bath.”

The hot water made Y/N wince slightly when it touched her wound, but once she was resting under the bubbles with Bruce close behind her, she almost forgot all about it. She loved that he always had that effect on her; no matter how hard a day she’d had, or how much her body hurt, something as simple as taking a bath with her husband was able to help her feel better.

Y/N sighed in content as she leaned back against Bruce’s chest, her head falling into his shoulder as he scooped the water into his hands and let it run over her shoulders. He kept his touches chaste, knowing that she would be out of commission for quite some time, massaging his shoulders and thighs, well away from where she was hurt.

“Something happened tonight, didn’t it?” she said after they were both quiet for a while. “Something bad.”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about,” Bruce murmured into her hair as he pulled her tighter to his chest. “It’s over now.”

“But you never come home like that unless something awful happens.” Y/N shuffled out of his arms and onto her knees to take his face in her hands, the water sloshing in the tub as she moved. “You wouldn’t have hurt me if it wasn’t nothing.”

“I don’t want you to worry,” Bruce said quietly as he took her hands away from his face. “You’ve already got enough on your plate.”

“Bruce, you just tore my vagina open. I think I can handle being told what happened.”

He laughed softly, just a short breath through his nose, but it made him smile nonetheless. Gently, he pulled her to sit on his lap, her head nestled in the crook of his neck as he stroked her back.

“Maybe later,” he said into her hair. “We’re focusing on you right now.”

“Promise you’ll tell me? While you’re being nice to me?”

“I promise. You just relax for now.”

With the way he was stroking her skin and holding her close to him, she couldn't do anything but relax. Even with a nasty tear in the most sensitive part of her body.

Earlier in the week, Bruce had asked Y/N to come over for dinner. Neither of them had said the word ‘date’, but it was certainly treated like one.

The plan was originally for the two of them to order pizza and eat it in front of the TV while Y/N showed Bruce all the movies that he’d missed out on over the years, but the rest of the Wayne household had other ideas.

As soon as she’d pressed the doorbell,the front door was flung open to reveal Damian suited up for patrol, his brothers crowding the doorway around him. The small boy tried to keep his composure as his much taller brothers tried to push past him, eager to finally see Y/N after missing her for so long.

“Boys, you have to let Y/N come in,” Bruce’s voice came from behind the wall of geared up heroes.

“We just wanted to say hi to her before we go,” Dick said as he stepped away from the door first.

“Before you go?” Y/N asked in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“Bruce put us on patrol so he can stay here for your date,” Tim said and tried to yank Damian away from her side.

Y/N looked at Bruce and saw his face turn pink in embarrassment.

“It’s not a date,” Bruce said quickly. “We’re just having dinner, that’s all.”

“Sounds like a date to me,” Jason said drily before slinking off into the manor, Tim and Dick following behind him after waving to Y/N.

Just as she was about to step inside the manor, Y/N felt a tap on her side. She turned her attention back to Damian, who had yet to follow the others.

“It was nice to see you, Y/N,” he said before heading down to the Cave.

“When did he get so nice?” Y/N asked once Damian was completely out of earshot. “No offence.”

“None taken,” Bruce said as he closed the front door behind her. “We all know how Damian can be. He must have missed you.”

When the cool evening air was shut out, the smell of food trailing in from the kitchen got stronger. The unmistakable smell of toasted bread and melted cheese filled Y/N’s senses and made her mouth water.

“You already ordered without me?” she asked as they made their way towards the kitchen.

“Not exactly,” Bruce said sheepishly.

A large cheese pizza sat in the middle of the kitchen island, steam rising from its surface. The counter against the wall was dusted with flour and an empty bowl of red sauce was ready to go into the dishwasher.

“Ah, so nice to see you Ms Y/N!” Alfred said as he appeared from behind the refrigerator door.

“Alfred made it for us,” Bruce said.

“Hope you don’t mind,” Alfred said with a warm smile. “We haven’t seen you in such a long time, I thought I would make something special.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Y/N said and took a seat at the counter. “Your cooking is just as good as ordering takeout.”

“You’re too kind, Ms Y/N.” Alfred took off the apron he was wearing and hung it up on a hook on a wall before making his way back to the foyer. “Enjoy your evening.”

Once Alfred had gone, Y/N turned to face Bruce who was now the colour of a tomato. She had to stop herself from laughing as he buried his face in his hands and groaned.

“Sorry about all of that,” he said as he took a seat next to her. “When I told them you were coming over, they all acted like it was Christmas.”

“I don’t mind,” Y/N said and took the pizza cutter that Alfred had left on the counter. “I like seeing your family.”

“Obviously they like seeing you too.” He watched as she cut two slices and passed one to him. “Wait, let me get some silverware.”

Y/N laughed before taking a bite of her slice.

“You’ve never changed, Bruce,” she said around the bite of hot pizza. “Just eat it with your hands!”

“Old habits die hard, huh?”

Although Y/N hadn’t expected the night to go wrong, it went a lot better than she’d expected. Since Bruce had sent the boys out on patrol duty and Alfred was keeping track of the comms, there were no distractions other than Ace and Titus sniffing around and wanting to be cuddled.

While Titus was more wary of Y/N, having been trained by Damian to be on watch, Ace was more than happy to shove his snout under her arm and wedge himself between her and Bruce. Despite being a German Shepherd, he seemed to want to be a lap dog.

The night was spent in front of the seldom-used television in the living room, Y/N showing Bruce her favourite movies and shows that he’d missed out on. And that turned out to be almost every movie and show ever made.

“Bruce, how can you have a subscription to every single streaming service and have not even seen The Simpsons?” she’d asked at one point.

“I don’t exactly have the time to be sitting around watching cartoons, Y/N,” he said with a laugh.

“Well, fighting crime and running a company and attending charity events doesn’t allow for a lot of leisure time.”

By 10pm, Y/N decided that it was time for her to head back home. She still had the weekend ahead of her but she didn’t really want to spend the last part of her night stuck in traffic.

There was just one problem: it had started raining. Heavily.

Y/N had never seen so much rain before. As a native Gothamite, she knew how extreme the weather could be at times, especially during the colder months. But this was torrential.

Thankfully, Wayne Manor was on higher ground and away from any likely flooding but the same couldn’t be said for her apartment on the Lower East Side. She watched the rain from the safety of the living room, worrying about how she would get home, or whether she could get home at all.

“It’s really coming down out there, huh?” Bruce said from behind her, snapping her out of her head.

“Yeah,” she said, her breath fogging up the window. “God, I hope the roads are okay.”

“You could always spend the night here,” he said casually. Maybe a little too casually.

“What?” Y/N asked as she turned around in surprise.

“I can get Alfred to make up the guest room for you. I didn’t mean, spend the night.”

“Oh,” Y/N breathed in relief. 

They hadn’t made anything official yet, weren’t even calling the date a ‘date’, so why had her mind immediately jumped to that?

“But I don’t have anything to change into, or my toothbrush,” Y/N said quickly, trying to make the air a little less awkward.

“That’s no problem, I can get you some clothes and I’m sure we’ve got a spare toothbrush or two.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N asked as she moved away from the window. “I don’t want to intrude or anything.”

“Y/N,” Bruce said and rested his hands on her shoulders. “You’re family to us. You’re not intruding and I’m sure the boys will love you to stay over.”

Her heart warmed at hearing him speak so earnestly. She’d never been able to explain why she’d never felt comfortable in the manor when Selina was around, but it was all down to her own insecurities and jealousy. She hated to admit it to herself, but she hated being around them when they were a couple and she felt like she’d been cast aside, whether or not that was the case.

She didn’t care that it was selfish to think that Selina being out of the picture gave her her best friend back, but it was like he was finally seeing her again after years of being invisible. Like Bruce wanted her to be in his life again and wanted her to know that.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his heart pick up its pace.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

Bruce returned her hug and rested his cheek on the top of her head, crouching down slightly so he could reach her.

“You’re always welcome here,” he said. “I can’t speak for everyone else, but I think the atmosphere would be better around here with you.”

Y/N lifted her head from his chest, about to step away, when he gently pulled her onto her toes and captured her lips with his own. She startled slightly at first before letting him guide her, moving her hands from his chest to loop loosely around his neck, the hair at the nape of his neck just brushing her fingers. Their lips moved together softly, chaste enough to not escalate the situation but just passionate enough to feel it.

Once again, it was over too soon for Y/N’s liking. Bruce pulled away and briefly rested his forehead against hers before standing up straight again. He reluctantly released her from his hold and took her hand to lead her upstairs.

“C’mon, we’d better find you something to wear.”

When Bruce had said that he’d find something for Y/N to wear to bed, she didn’t expect him to give her his clothes. The look on her face when he’d handed them to her must have said something.

“I didn’t want to look through the boys’ clothes so I just got something out of my closet,” he said. “I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said and took them before opening the door for the guest bedroom.

Bruce, naturally, was still wide awake and was going to join Alfred in the Cave but stayed up to help him make up the guest room and wish Y/N goodnight. Usually when she stayed over at a friend's house, she expected to sleep on their couch, not in a lavish guest room. But, then again, most people weren’t best friends with a billionaire.

“I had a really good night,” Y/N said as she lingered in the doorway . “We should have another night like this.”

“We should,” Bruce said with a warm smile. “I think the boys will be happy about that too. They were always asking when the next time you were coming over was.”

“Well, hopefully you can tell them that I’ll see them more often.”

“Don’t be surprised if they almost knock the door down tomorrow morning.”

They were quiet for a moment, neither of them wanting the night to end, but tiredness taking over Y/N’s body. She tried her best to stifle a yawn but only made herself look more tired.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” Bruce said before stroking the side of her face with the back of his fingers and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Good night, Bruce,” Y/N said before reluctantly slinking into the bedroom.

As soon as the door softly clicked shut, Y/N inhaled deeply and slowly let her breath out. The night had felt like a dream and she couldn’t help but feel like she was going to wake up and find out that it had never happened. But the bundle of clothes in her arms told her differently.

She crossed the room to the bed and set the clothes down on it before undressing. Her own clothes felt scratchy and cheap in comparison to Bruce’s. He always told her that designer clothes weren’t important to him, but the quality of them clearly did. She pulled the plain grey t-shirt over her head and donned the sweatpants and sighed when the soft cotton brushed against her skin.

If she closed her eyes, it felt like Bruce was still with her, his strong arms circling her body and the scent of his cologne filling her senses. The clothes were far too big for her, but that didn’t stop her from feeling completely at ease.

Things were still moving slowly for the two of them; Bruce was still recovering from heartbreak, after all. But a slow pace was better than nothing. Y/N didn’t want to completely ruin everything by coming across too strong, but she wished Bruce was really there to sleep next to her.

Wearing his clothes would have to do for now.

As she drifted off to sleep, her mind conjured up the feeling of him holding her in his arms, stroking her hair, an echo of his heartbeat in her ear. Hopefully the next step in their relationship would come sooner rather than later, but she was willing to wait for him.

Even if that took forever.

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.”

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Bruce wasn't the most affectionate partner in the beginning (thank the unresolved childhood trauma for that), but once he realised that it's okay to touch you and be touched, he couldn't get enough of you. He likes to be as close to you as he can in public and private, and he can be a little overprotective.

B - Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Relationships of any kind can be difficult with Bruce, but he's one of the best friends you could have. He's a very private person but he's also loyal and always willing to help you out of a problem, whether that involves money or not.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Bruce is only really a cuddler for you. He'll give his kids hugs but obviously not in the way he hugs you. Whenever he has some downtime (which isn't very often), he just wants to cuddle up on the sofa or in bed with you and just enjoy your company. He's always the big spoon, he likes being able to wrap you in his arms and bury his face into your shoulder.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down isn't really in the cards for Bruce, given both of his lifestyles. The daytime life of a billionaire philanthropist and the night-time life of a vigilante doesn't leave a lot of time for a domestic life.

Is Bruce good at cooking and cleaning? Of course not. This man could burn a cup of water and it's well documented that he once fucked up a simple sandwich.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Bruce is a lot of things, but he's not a coward. If he had to break up with someone, he'd do it in person. Not over the phone, text, or send someone else to do it for him. Unfortunately, he's done it many times but it never feels good.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh, dear, Bruce. Commitment has never been a very easy thing for Bruce. Deep down he truly wants to get close to other people, but he knows that he can't. It took him long enough to open up to you, it takes even longer for him to propose, but once you're engaged, he wants to be married ASAP.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Bruce is a lot more gentle than he looks. He's a lot of hard edges and knows how to be scary and intimidating, but he truly is a teddy bear. He doesn't want to do anything to hurt you (unless you want him to) and he knows how dangerous his life can be for both you and him, so he wants to keep you at ease as much as possible.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

When it was just him and Alfred, Bruce wasn't really one for hugs. He wouldn't really know how to react and would be awkward, but that changed with his little family getting bigger and starting a relationship with you.

Bruce's hugs are always warm and soothing, but there are moments when he'll hug you as if he's scared to let you go.

I - I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Bruce needed a while before he said he loved you. He knew that he had some pretty serious feelings for you, but he felt like he couldn't say it to you until he fully understood how he felt.

Once he did it felt like a giant weight off his shoulders and couldn't stop saying it.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Bruce isn't really the jealous type, but on those odd occasions when he does get jealous, it can be a little overbearing. He'll see someone try to sidle up to you at an event and immediately appear out of nowhere to remind them that you're his.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

I may have written some headcanons about this already...

L - Little ones (How are they around children?)

Considering that he has a small army of children, it's easy to see that Bruce is very good with children, no matter their age. He never planned on being a father or even a father figure, but he's happy to have his family.

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Bruce are relatively relaxed, considering that he's 3/4 asleep and refusing to get out of bed. He hates being woken up and turns into the biggest baby when he doesn't get at least five more minutes.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It's no surprise that time spent at night with Bruce is very short and not all that relaxing. You've had countless sleepless nights when you've worried yourself sick about him, only for him to come home and reassure you that he's fine.

O - Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes Bruce a very long time to start opening up to you. Being in a relationship with him is putting a giant target on your back and he wants you to be safe more than anything. At first, he tells you surface-level things and once he knows he can trust you, he'll tell you the super secret things.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Bruce can't really afford to lose his patience easily. It would ruin his public reputation and also cause him to not think as clearly when fighting crime. He's had to train himself to stay as calm as possible at all times.

Q - Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Bruce remembers everything about you, even the smallest things. He knows exactly where you like to put things, the way you eat your meals and every little quirk that you have.

R - Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Bruce can never really pick one specific moment in your relationship that's his favourite. He cherishes every second that he gets to spend with you, but the times when he truly understood how much you trusted each other are precious to him.

S - Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Bruce is very protective of you, but not to the point of being suffocating. He respects your independence and doesn't want to keep you in a gilded cage but he wants you to be safe. Having ties to the Wayne family can be a little dangerous at times.

T - Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Bruce puts a lot of effort into your relationship because he knows how much being Batman can get in the way. In the beginning, he had no problem with throwing his money around and getting you the best version of something you wanted, but down the line, he eased off.

U - Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Does moonlighting as a costumed vigilante count as a bad habit? Bruce has an incredible memory but there are times when he's so hyper-focused on his work that he forgets that there's a world outside of crimefighting.

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

As Batman, he couldn't care less, but Bruce Wayne the famous playboy needs to keep up appearances. As long as he's clean and his body is at the best it can perform, he's relatively happy.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It's difficult to say. If the two of you broke up, Bruce would definitely feel like a part of him was missing, but he wouldn't realise it until a while after.

X - Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bruce has absolutely no knowledge of pop culture. He often has to look through the tabloids for things to talk about at galas unless you tell him about something.

Y - Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It shouldn't be said that Bruce doesn't like criminals. He can excuse something small like petty shoplifting for survival, but anything with serious repercussions is a deal-breaker.

That hasn't stopped him in the past, though...

Z - Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

It was almost dawn when the Batmobile finally roared into the cave. Bruce powered down the engine and reclined in the driver’s seat with a deep exhale, his muscles relaxing after an entire night of being tense. He reached up to take off his cowl with a slight groan, a cut on his ribs stretching uncomfortably with the movement.

When he exited the car, he was met by Alfred - which he expected every single night - but also by a sleeping figure huddled up on the dark leather chair in front of the cave’s computer, covered with a blanket. Bruce huffed to himself and smiled slightly as he made his way over to Alfred, who took the cowl from him.

“She just couldn’t help herself, could she?” he said to Alfred as he took off his gloves.

“I told her plenty of times that she should go to bed, but she just wouldn’t listen to me,” Alfred replied. He helped Bruce remove the top of his suit and caught notice of the angry cut that was still oozing blood. “Rough night, Master Bruce?”

“Riddler packs a lot more of a punch than he lets on,” Bruce said with a chuckle. “I expected him to use that staff so often that I wasn’t prepared for him to spring knives on me.”

“Perhaps you should take a break and study up on your most wanted list.”

“Perhaps not. Although the studying sounds like a good idea.”

While Alfred helped Bruce to patch up his injury, he noticed his watching over Y/N’s sleeping form.

“You’re worried about her, aren’t you, sir?” he asked as he rolled the gauze bandage around his ribs Bruce hummed in assent.

“Has she been here long? I told her to not wait up for me before I left.”

“She’s been here the entire time. She kept an eye on the monitors for an hour or two and then fell asleep in the chair. I don’t think even an explosion could wake her up at this point.” Alfred fastened the bandage with a safety pin before making sure that the wound wasn’t going to bleed through.

“You look just as tired, Alfred,” Bruce said to his oldest friend. “Maybe you should head off to bed too.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Good night, Master Bruce.”

“Good night, Alfred.”

After Alfred had left the cave and Bruce had gently washed the sweat off of his skin, he made his way over to Y/N, who was still sleeping soundly in the computer chair. He gently ran the backs of his fingers over her cheek, taking in her peaceful expression.

“Let’s get you to bed, sleeping beauty,” he said softly as he moved to scoop her up into his muscular arms. The sensation of his warm skin on hers instantly made her stir awake.

“Bruce?” she asked, her voice still thick with sleep. She could barely open her bleary eyes but she knew that he was there. She couldn’t have mistaken him for anyone else.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he said gently. “I told you to not wait up for me.”

“I know, but I don’t like sleeping in the bed without you. It’s too lonely.”

“Well, I’m here now. You can cling on to me as much as you want.” She smiled and nestled closer into his bare chest.

They were both quiet as Bruce carried Y/N through the manor to their bedroom. The house was dead silent and the sun was already beginning to rise outside.

When he finally set her down on the soft mattress, she noticed the bandage on his side and furrowed her brows.

“You’re hurt,” she said simply.

“It’s nothing,” he replied as he tried to place the bedsheets over her.

“It’s clearly not nothing,” she said as she reached out to gently graze her fingers over the bandage. “I don’t like seeing you in bandages.” Bruce sat down on the bed next to her and tenderly kissed her forehead.

“I’m still breathing, still walking, and I’m still here with you now. You have nothing to worry about.” He gathered her up in his arms once more, she made sure to not hold him too tightly.

“I know, but I always worry that you could come home in a much worse state.”

“Alfred patched me up pretty well, so I’m going to be okay for now. I’ll feel even better if we both get some sleep.” He felt her nod against his chest before he moved to lie them both down under the covers.

“Good night, Bruce,” she said quietly, her sleepy voice almost a whisper.