#batman x bartender reader

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(Author has never seen a bar fight before of any kind💀)

Content: Romantic Yandere! Batman x Bartender! Reader, Blood, Body Gore, Blood Loss, (I Have No Idea How A Barteneder Operates), Alchohol, Reader Gets Absolutly Obliterated, Cursing, Unwanted Watching, Implied Future Kidnapping, Knives.

Synopsis: During a normal shift in the run down dive bar, people start to get a bit too drunk. Sadly this soon becomes yours, and Batman's, problem.

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"Hey beautiful/handsome, I see you've got some tequilas. Does that mean you wanna give me a shot?"

You laugh at the stupid joke made by one of the suprisingly many patrons.

"Sorry sir/ma'am, Im gonna have to refuse you on that one."

You give him/her a fake smile as you walk away and towards some young, drunk girls who has been calling for you for about a minute now.

You sigh a breath of relief, happy that they weren't keeping you cooped up there any longer. Where was Maggie anyway?

Looking around you catch a glimse of Maggie with her shirt loose, stumbling into the back rooms for employees.

Of course.

"Heyyyy,-"

The drunk girls sentence was stopped as the girls laughed seamlessly at nothing.

It had already been a long night, but sadly you were only a bit over half-way done.

The music blasted everywhere in the small bar, a mix of 2, maybe 3, different songs. The bar was warm due to how many people were huddling together. The light would be blinding if you weren't used to it. But outside it warm completely dark, like someone painted the windows black.

"What do you have?"

She asked through a slur as she leans over the counter, staring up with "crackhead" eyes. The girls simply laughed at their friend's antics.

You smile softly, unsure if it was eveb visible before speaking. You were quickly interrupted by the same girl.

"Gimme me a Pina.. Pina Colala.."

You smile fakely again and try to say something before you were interrupted by one of the drunk friends.

"A PENIS!"

The girls burst in laughter as you just turned your back and began making the drink, noting in your head that they probably shouldn't get more after that.

"Dude what's your problem?"

A man yells out, around one person away from the bar you were standing at.

You look for security but internally clown at yourself as you realize that this is a dive bar in Gotham.

"Maggie?"

You call as you look behind your back to the door where she escaped a few minutes ago.

She was nowhere and the door was locked shut, as you could see by how closed the door was. Normally it didn't close properly unless you locked it.

Looking back people were already choosing sides, something about one of the girlfriends hitting on another guy or something.

You follow your self made protocoll and head for the employee door anyway. It wasn't your job to stop the fight, it was the imaginary security. You pull at the handle but I doesn't budge.

Cursing under your breath you beat at the door relentlessly.

"Maggie! Open up!"

Inside there could be heard a muted, tired groan of Maggie- "What..?"

"Open the door!"

"Ngh, neh."

And just like that she stopped answering, possibly falling asleep again.

As you were about to turn around, a fancy old glass hits the door just scraping your cheek.

That seemed to start something, as yelling became louder and the sounds of groans and fight could be heard.

You quickly turn around, and just like that poeple were starting to throw chairs. Compared to the bar fights you had seen before, this was insane.

"What the fuck."

You whisper under your breath as you push your back against the locked door, searching in your head for a way to get out.

The exit door? No, that got removed and turned into a part of the wall using a completely different wood because your boss apparently didn't want the employees leaving the workplace.

Maybe you could sneak by the raging people and head for the front door? No, but maybe? What else could you do? Wait here and see what happens? Oh hell no, you've heard the horror stories from the other bartenders when you were changing shifts.

A chair hits your head, causing your back to hit the door as you fall into a sitting position.

Your vision becomes blurry for a short second, a big headache teasing for later.

"Ugh, fucking hell.."

You groan as panic slowly sets in again. With your still bad bruised forhead, you try to crawl and look behind the bar counter in the opening.

There was visible blood and a broken table from where you could see, the loud yells and screams deafning everything completely.

You force yourself to stand up using the counter as support, quickly you dodge something wooden that was probably ripped from something else.

You stumble forward as your vision becomes more clear. You try to stay on the side and become as small as possible, but that may just have made people more interested in you as a guy grabs your wrist and pulls you forward.

You yelp as he does, making the dude possibly smile darker. You couldn't see properly, you head hurt, but your vision was fine. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or how fars everything was, all was slightly blurry.

You get hit clean on one side of your face and you can easily taste blood as the man lefts go and you stumble backwards, falling into another bigger person.

You try to run but you stop as a sharp pain could be felt on your back, and then again.

You cry out as you look behind you to see the deranged drunk girls run away with a bloody broken glass in their hands before 2 get pulled into the crowd.

Your back felt warm and cold at the same time as you try to head for the door, again.

A hit on your front knees cause you to stumble backwards as you land in a small, almost dried out, pool of blood.

Quickly, another person with hate filled eyes and a big and already bloody knife jump on you, holding you with their legs by your hips.

They throw a hit at you but you use both your hands to hold their wrist and try to pull it away.

Sadly, a big, sharp part of a table hit your head and you lost as the knife gets plunged into your shoulder.

You cry out as something warm trickles down and into your eyes from the top of your head.

Somebody runs by and trips a leg on your head, making your already increasing headache worse.

The person on top of you plunges the knife into your second shoulder as they darkly laugh.

Suddenly blood splatters on your left side alongside a scream, causing half your body and face to be almost completely red.

The knife gets pulled out of your shoulder as people continously trip over your legs, the sharp heels breaking the skin.

One person gets angry by it, and stabs the end of their heel into one of your legs most likely causing it to bleed even more than the other dents.

You couldn't see it properly, though, because the person on top of you blocked most of your vision.

They cut open one side of your stomach through the clothing before somebody takes them by the neck and into the blood crazed crowd.

You try to stand you but as you still have you knees and hands on the ground a person places a boot to your blood filled back and pushes you down. The boot was dirty, and it made it sting even more.

Suddenly something blunt hit your head, making the headache unbeatable.

Then something sharp cut your head even more, causing blood to pool rapidly around your head.

The boot dissapears as the sounds of them gettint tackled could be heard.

You look up and see the front door in plain sight, you try to crawl but a foot hits you in the face.

People trample over you as you lay in your ever growing pool of blood. You lay there quietly, closing your eyes.

You could feel the warmth of the blood as it slowly became colder due to the Gotham coldness.

And then it became quieter, some groans, yells and cries could be heard as the sound of poeple landing on the ground just like you.

You force yourself to open your tired eyes and in front of you stood a black pair of boots.

The boots swiftly knocked out and tied up the remaining poeple except for the really damaged, who got placed in another corner and tended to. Everyone was then placed outside for the cops to take care of.

Soon you were the only one in the middle of the whole bar, everything looked a mess. But you didn't care, you were still totally gonna sue your boss.

The boots came back inside, that could only be heard in front of you as everything was quiet. The music had potentially stopped by some thugs long ago.

You were taken by your shoulders and hosted to the nearst wall, the sudden movement causing everything to sting as you hiss in pain.

Opening your eyes there was the Batman. He had a slightly panicked look in his eyes yet he effeciently and experienctly patched you up.

He calmly looked into your eyes, placing a hand to your cheek, slowly moving to your hair that was caked in blood.

"Fuck, dude."

You whisper despite you two being the only ones in the room.

"Can I sue my boss for this? Im totally gonna sue him.."

You sentence slowly dies away as you become increasingly tired.

He remained silent as continued to have his hand in your hair.

He nodded, a slight "hn" was the only thing he 'said'.

You wanted to say "hell yeah" but your mouth didn't follow your mind.

Slowly and akwardly you close your eyes, despite the obvious sting you felt safe. You really shouldn't.

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"Ma'am/Sir? Ma'am/Sir!"

You wake up in a white hospital room, a nurse looming over you with a smile on their face.

Your body was filled with bandages, some looked less bloody than others.

"Sorry, but you need your medicine to make sure an infection doesn't spread."

Cheerfully they hand you a cup of something that looked like milk.

You quickly swallow it whole as you hand it back to the nurse.

"What happened?"

You ask in a daze, still unsure if Batman actually came or not.

"Oh! Batman called an ambulance for you. There was like, a big bar fight."

Suddenly your mind becomes less foggy and you snap back to reality.

"Shit-!"

You blurt out, placing a hand over your mouth as the nurse simply smiled as she looked like she understood what you feared.

"Don't worry, all your hospital bills are paid by Bruce Wayne."

And just like that you were left alone. How lucky could you be? First Batman shows up to save your life, and then Bruce Wayne happens to pick you to pay for!

You smile softly as you lay you head back down.

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You looked in the mirror of yourself in some hand picked clothes by the hospital. Since your old was ripped and bloody without repair, they got you something.

It was simple, an old white button up shirt and black pants.

You stretch and groan as you feel that the almost 2 week time in the hospital gave you plenty of time to rest, if you ignore the surgeries.

You make your way out of the door, checking out of the hospital.

It was a morning, and you felt relived to finally breathe fresh air.

Walking home you felt like there were eyes on you, something perhaps flicking in the corner on your eyes.

You dismissed it as stress as you unlock the door and lay flat out on your couch.

Meanwhile you don't notice the cameras in all corners of all your rooms. Or perhaps how it wasn't like someone was watching you now, they were simply watching you more.

He had to hurry the process, afterall, he couldn't risk his dear weakness getting so hurt..

See you tomorrow night, my love. I never make the same mistakes twice.

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