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Dick Grayson

📱 [12:09 AM]

Dick is the overly affectionate drunk.

You get a stream of texts ranging from “u up???” to voice notes of him singing whatever song is playing in the background.

Sometimes it’s selfies with strangers because “they said they liked my shirt.”

Tonight, you’d get: "AND I WAS LIKE BABY. BABYYYYY. i miss u. do u know how much i love you??? like THIS much 👐 but my arms can’t stretch far enough." "hold on i’m gonna steal a balloon for you" "oops guy said no balloons. i got you fries instead" 🍟❤️

He’ll FaceTime you at least three times, no warning, just to say: “Look at my face. This is your face’s soulmate.”

Jason Todd

📱 [1:32 AM]

Jason claims he’s a responsible drinker, but he’s the type to send you cryptic messages like you’re in the middle of a spy op together.

Expect blurry photos of whatever’s in front of him — sometimes you, sometimes a pool table, sometimes just… asphalt.

Tonight’s texts: "Babe. Baaaabe. Hypothetically, if I stole a motorcycle… you’d bail me out, right? Hypothetically." "Also I love you. Don’t tell anyone."

Then:

(photo of the backseat of a squad car) "I’m fine. They said I get one call. I used it to call you. That’s romantic, right?" "Also don’t tell Bruce."

Tim Drake

📱 [2:18 AM]

Tim isn’t much of a party guy, so if he’s drunk, it’s because someone tricked him into it.

The caffeine in his system mixed with alcohol? Unpredictable.

You’ll get texts that jump from deep confessions to random Wikipedia facts.

Tonight’s looks like this: "Did you know octopuses have three hearts??" "Anyway you have mine. All of them if I had more than one. Which I don’t. But if I did you’d have them." "Wait I think bats have 1 heart too… hold on I’m googling"

He ends with: "I love you so much. Don’t let me buy another domain name while I’m like this."

Damian Wayne

📱 [12:54 AM]

Damian doesn’t usually drink — but say someone gave him one to many at an event.

He becomes blunt and unfiltered, but also oddly clingy.

His grammar remains impeccable, but the topics… not so much.

Tonight’s string of texts: "I informed Todd you are far superior to his partner. He disagreed. I nearly punched him." "You have the most symmetrical face I’ve ever seen. It’s distracting. Stop it." "Do not speak to Grayson until I return home. He’s being annoying."

𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ SYNOPSIS ⊹ . ݁ ݁ ˖

— HEIR TO A LIMITLESS FORTURE, Ophelia Kartell grew up throwing away cash on diamonds and designer shoes. She wanted for nothing, and asked for everything. Though she was much more tame than others her age, she did not want fame or fortune, she wanted to pursue her dream of becoming a fashion designer. 

After a life of emotional neglect from her parents, Ophelia has become a brilliant liar, and an even better designer as she slowly builds her debut collection without her parents knowing.

Beyond the useless finance classes per her father's wishes, she spends most of her time wishing she didn't have such absurd expectations put upon her from such devious people like her parents. For ten years running, the Kartell family has held the most illegal auctions in the world, containing precious artifacts, stolen history, and weaponry unavailable to most of the population. 

She finally works up the courage to display one of her pieces, only to have it ripped apart as the most famous vigilante in Gotham City saves her life. 

Who is this masked stranger, and why does he keep coming back? What does he want? Is he after her family's fortune, exposing their criminal activity, or does he come back just to see her?

𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊ AUTHOR'S NOTE ⊹ . ݁ ݁ ˖

—we are so back baby

another bat fam story with the one and only bruce wayne! i grew up loving batman since my mommy passed it down to me, so this was so exciting to write! hope you love :p

as for all of my fics, the only thing that is set here is the name! there is no specific description of appearance including race, hair type, weight, etc. it’s just a little easier to keep a character consistent with a name i feel, and i hate the look of y/n or (y/n) and such.

genre: romance, action, fantasy, angst

warnings: mature content, depictions of violence and death, swearing, themes of kidnapping, sexual and suggestive scenes

𖥔 ݁ ˖. ݁₊  LIBRARY ⊹ . ݁ ݁ ˖

𝟎𝟏. 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 𝟎𝟐. 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

In your defense, it had been Clark Kent’s idea.

Apparently, the whole thing had spawned during a conversation with Lois.  You weren’t sure exactly how it’d gone; probably Clark expressing a desire to do something to cheer up Bruce.  Not that Bruce was unusually unhappy; he was just like that.  In any case, Clark had suggested it, and either Lois hadn’t been able to talk him out of it, or Clark had shown such puppy like enthusiasm and excitement about it, that she simply hadn’t had the heart to point out the flaws in his plan.

So now here you were.  Part of a collection of your boyfriend Bruce Wayne’s friends and family.  Planning a surprise birthday party for him.  A surprise party for someone who was often called the world’s greatest detective.

You were doomed.

So, you weren’t particularly surprised one night when Bruce started to poke at you.  It was late, Bruce had finished patrol, and you, he, and Alfred were finishing up.  Putting things away, going over files, cleaning armor, the usual sort of things that needed to be tied up before you three could call yourselves done for the night.  Bruce had taken off his cowl, but kept the rest of the armor on for the moment as he went over files in the computer.

“You’re hiding something from me.”  Bruce broke the silence.  Alfred was on the other side of the cave.  Within shouting distance, but not the low conversational tone Bruce was using.  You were next to him, entering your share of the night’s information into another terminal next to him.  Bruce was using his Batman voice, the one that made you shiver.

“Bruce, are you arguing with the files again.”  You asked him without looking up, feigning misunderstanding.

“I’m talking to you.”  He replied sternly.  “Do you think I don’t know when you’re lying to me?”  It was the usual Batman voice, but there was something...

“Wait.”  You replied, pausing what you were doing to give him a surprised and amused look.  “Are you using your interrogation voice on me?”

“Answer the question.”

“What did I do?!”  You feigned confusion and amusement, not actual offense.  No need to turn the conversation ugly.  Bruce stared at you for a long moment, then hit a comms button.

“Alfred.”  Bruce said.

“Yes, Master Bruce?”

“Are you about done over there?  I’d like some time alone with Y/n.” “Just about,” Alfred replied, setting down what he was holding, with a faint smirk that you could just see from where you sat.  He turned and walked to the exit.  “Do try to keep the noise down, sir.”

And then he was gone.  You couldn’t help but feel excitement and dread in the pitt of your stomach.

You stood from your chair, aimlessly straightening the papers in front of you.  “I think I’m gonna go to bed, too.  It’s getting-”

“Stop.”  Bruce interrupted you.  You froze, unable to disobey.  Your eyes were fixed on the desk, too nervous to look up and see his expression.  You heard him move around, stand, and the slow footfalls over to you.

“Look at me.”  Bruce’s voice was firm and menacing, but soft.  You obeyed.

He’d put his cowl back on.  And turned the voice changer on.  Fuck.  He rested his hands on the desk on either side of you, caging you in, and leaned in until he was inches away.

“What aren’t you telling me.”  Batman growled at you.  Your breath caught, and for a moment you couldn’t speak.  Any other criminal might wet themselves in this situation.  You, on the other hand, were unbearably turned on.

“I, uh.”  Coherent words was a bit too much to ask under the circumstances.

“Tell me what you know.”  Batman growled again.

“I... there’s...”

“Tell me what this is about, and I’ll kiss you until you’re limp and weak.”

Shit.

“You-your birthday.  It’s about your birthday.”  You couldn’t look away from his eyes, any more than you could not answer him.  Bruce moved immediately.

Both his arms lifted from the table and wrapped around you.  One of them low on your back, the other cupping the back of your skull and holding you in place as his lips landed on yours and ravaged you.  You clung to him, arms gripping wherever they could reach, and sunk into him, able to do nothing more than submit to his passionate kiss.  His tongue was in your mouth, and you whined a little, stimulated at how helpless you felt in his arms.  He growled, and one leg pushed yours apart, slotting his hips between your legs until you could feel his suit’s codpiece pressing against you.  Your hands clenched on fistfuls of his suit and you moaned as he ground the codpiece into you.  His arms and the desk were all that was holding you up.

By the time he released you to slump back against the desk, you were dizzy.  Just as limp and weak as he’d promised.  His grip on you loosened, but his arms didn’t leave you.  The arm on top moved from your head down to the back of your shoulders.

“What are you planning for my birthday.”  Batman demanded.  His voice was still a rough growl, but it was softer after the demanding kiss.

“B- Batman, please.”  You whined, unable to focus beyond the memory of his lips on you.

“Please, what.”

“Touch me.”

“Tell me what you’re planning, and I will.”

“Fuck.”  You avoided his eyes.  You couldn’t turn him down.  “It... a surprise party, I-”  he didn’t wait for you to elaborate, before he went for your neck.  You gave a startled yelp as he ravaged your skin, right where he knew you were most sensitive.  Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, panting at the overwhelming stimulation.

He ground his codpiece into you, again and again, making you moan and babble into his shoulder.  Time stopped functioning, and all you were aware of was the orgasm approaching.  You clawed at the back of his suit, trying to leave scratches on skin that wasn’t exposed at the moment, cried his name in an attempt to warn him, but no other words would come.  His stubble and teeth scraped your sensitive skin, pushing you closer to the edge until you tumbled over it, screaming his name.  He kept grinding into you, pushing you higher until you finally collapsed in his arms.

Batman held you for a moment, just letting you go limp and try to recover before he continued his interrogation.

“Good girls get orgasms.”  Batman murmured in your ear.  You thought you’d need longer after that last orgasm, but hearing him say that in the Batman voice with the voice changer on?  You were suddenly very ready to go again.  His arms tightened around you, and he lifted you until you were sitting on the desk.  Your shirt was swiftly pulled off.  He leaned in, arms going around you to reach for the catch on your bra.  The feeling of his armored hands on your bare skin made you shiver.  When you felt his lips touch your neck again you gave a startled yelp, and he gave a dark chuckle before frying your brain again.  You dropped your head onto his shoulder, and your hands clenched at his armor.  Your thighs clenched tightly around his hips, clinging to him instinctively.  One of his hands detoured from your bra clasp to trail lightly up your spine.  You yelped and squirmed in his arms, drawing another dark chuckle.

He took pity on you after a moment, unlatching your bra and tossing it aside.  And then... he pulled away from you, startling you.  You leaned back a little, watching him curiously.  He reached into a belt pouch, and pulled out a zip tie.  Your breath caught and your eyes went huge.  He smirked at you, easily reading your arousal at his move.  He pulled your hands behind your back, and tied them in place.  The zip tie was loose, though; just tight enough to hold your hands there, but loose enoguh that you’d be able to pull them free with a little determined wiggling.

Batman put one hand on your shoulder, and gently pushed you down until you were lying on your back, your legs hanging down in the air.  He bent over you, resting one arm on the desk to support his weight, and attacked your nipple with lips and teeth and tongue.  His free hand tweaked the remaining nipple.  You squirmed and writhed on the table, instinctively trying to escape, but he’d left you nowhere to go.  The sight alone of his cowl bent over your breasts was enough to make you whine for him.

Then, abruptly, he stopped.  And stood.  Batman turned his attention away from you for a moment, unclasped both gloves, and set them down to the side.  You didn’t see exactly where.  His now bare hands went to your pants, making you shiver again when his skin brushed yours so close to your pussy.  He undid your pants, pulling pants and underwear off, discarding them.  Then he grabbed the nearby chair, pulled it over, and sat down.  Right between your parted legs.  Your throat was suddenly dry at the sight of him, still in the cowl, between your legs.  His eyes met yours.  You felt like his prey, and you didn’t mind a bit.  

“Good girls get orgasms.”  Batman reminded you.  He broke your gaze then, looking down at your wet and waiting pussy.  Then he leaned in, and devoured you.

One arm went across your hips, pinning you down and his thumb dropped down to tease your clit.  The other hand reached up your body to toy with one breast as his tongue thrust inside you.

His tongue found your gspot, rubbing against it and making your eyes roll back in your head and you thrashed on the table.  He ate you out like you were his favorite meal, like he never wanted to come up for air.  You squeaked and squirmed and whined his name, but there was no escaping.  Batman groaned into your pussy, and you felt the vibrations stimulating you and moaned helplessly.  Your hands struggled against the binds, but you weren’t escaping.  You shook in his grip, and felt an orgasm rapidly approaching.  You cried his name, gave broken pleas, but he never let up.  You screamed, your senses overwhelmed, and jerked in his grip.  You vision went white and time stopped, until he finally let you down.

It was a few moments before you came back to yourself.  Bruce was leaning over you, still cowled.  His face was clean, you suspected he’d wiped it off or something.  His arms were planted on either side of you, and he was gently nuzzling your face, waiting for you to come back.

“Batman,” you murmured, no real intention following the word.  You’d simply uttered his name out of a desire to hear it.  He smiled a little and kissed you, long and gentle with slowly growing desire.  The kiss continued into a long makeout, your hands struggling a little without result behind your back in a desire to touch him.  He ground his pelvis into you, gently at first, until he lit another fire in you and had you squirming and whining for more.  

He finally broke from your lips, letting you gasp for breath, and stood.  Your eyes followed him as his hands went to his belt.  You watched, breathless with anticipation as he removed just the crotch from his suit, a bit of his upper thigh plating coming with it.  He pushed down the pants of his underarmor suit, just enough to reveal his cock, huge and erect and weeping for you.  Your lips parted, your breathing coming hard with desire.  Bruce leaned back over you, planting his arms on the desk, moving until just the tip of his cock poked your eager pussy.

“One last question.”  Batman growled.  You’d honestly forgotten about the voice changer until right then.  You groaned and dropped your head back to the table in exhasperation.

“Batman, please-” you whined, but he didn’t wait for you to finish.

“Who was involved.  In my birthday surprise.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I won’t fuck you until you tell me.”  Batman growled, his voice low and tense with need.  But you knew better than to hope he’d break.

“Goddamnit.”  you swore.  Bruce’s hips swivled against you, rubbing his cock against you just enough to remind you how it’d feel to have him buried inside you.  You tried to keep your mouth shut, but damnit he felt good, and you wanted more.  Needed more.

“All right all right!”  You screamed, unable to resist any longer.  “Clark, it was Clark’s id-” he didn’t let you finish before he plunged into you.  

Slowly, letting your pussy adjust to his immense girth.  You screamed his name and arched your back under him, unable to focus beyond the feeling of his cock filling you more and more, inch by inch.  He finally bottomed out, and buried his face in your neck while he waited for you to adjust, giving little nips and licks occasionally.  When you adjusted, you tried to wrap your legs around his hips, but your muscles felt sore and dead, and you couldn’t make them move.

“Move,” you gasped.  “Please!”

Batman growled again, and obeyed.

One of his planted arms moved to your shoulders, holding you in place for his powerful thrusts to rock the desk.  His teeth sunk into your neck, and you wanted more than anything to wrap your arms around him, to grasp the ears on his cowl, but your hands were still bound behind you.  You tried to squirm, to arch into him, but you could barely think beyond the feeling of his thick cock pounding you beyond reasonable thought.  You two had fucked with him partly in the suit before, but something about him keeping the cowl and voice changer on to interrogate you drove you wild.

Your overworked pussy didn’t last long before you were coming again, and you last consious thought before pleasure overtook you was to feel him coming inside you, and then everything went black.

You awoke in Bruce’s cot in the batcave.  Cleaned up, and changed into one of Bruce’s spare button down shirts and boxers.  You were lying on your side, snuggled into Bruce’s bare chest as he drew patterns on your back.  He’d changed too, stripped down to nothing but his underwear.  You made a small moan, alerting him that you were awake, and he looked down at you.

“Are you all right?”  Bruce asked, concern creasing his forehead.

“Better than all right, after that.”  You smiled up at him, soothing his worry that he’d hurt you.  He smiled back at you.

“I look forward to you explaining this to Clark.”  Bruce told you, looking smug.  Your cheeks heated in embaressment, and you looked away from Bruce’s gaze.

“Oh no, I’m not telling him shit.  You’re just gonna have to explain how you found out.”

-

Y/N strutted through the club after exiting the elevator. 

“You’re doing good, I’m getting a lot of names” Bruce praised into Y/N’s ear.

“If you hadn’t noticed it’s because they’re already staring at me Vengeance. But one glance from me however, and they’re in your register” she replied through her forced smile that she presented to club guests.

Who could blame them really with her looking like that?

Y/N continued on through the crowd with her signature strut that was making the men snap their necks.

“On your right, who is that…?” Bruce questioned Y/N. 

“I don’t know… but he’s staring offly hard, maybe it’s because he looks like he hasn’t felt a woman’s touch before in his life…” she muttered back to Bruce after passing the guy a short glance.

“Y/N-” Bruce groaned.

“What? Did that hit too close to home?” she smirked to herself at the comment. 

“You looked away too soon, look back,” he continued, ignoring her jokes. 

Y/N clenched her jaw in annoyance.

“If I look back now he’s going to make a pass on me, is that what you want?” she puffed in annoyance.

“I need the ID Y/N” he insisted, avoiding her comments. 

At this reply she rolled her eyes, agitated at what he was making her do behind the safety of the computer. He seemed to have no problem putting her into situations like this where she was bound to be sexually harrassed.

“I can tell you just rolled your eyes Y/N” Bruce complained in her ear. Y/N tensed as her face went red once again.

“Shut up” she muttered as she looked back over to the guy like he had asked.

“Happy now?” she asked through clenched teeth as she gave the man a light wave, staring him down.

“That’s Gil Colson the D.A” Bruce announced to Y/N. However, amidst Colson’s shock that anyone like her was even remotely looking in his direction, Y/N felt a tight clasp around her raised.

Y/N looked over to her right and saw a flash of silver.

They were handcuffs.

She twisted around to the guy who handcuffed the other half to his own wrist. He certainly wasn’t bad looking by any means. The young man was rather good looking. However, he just wasn’t her type, especially for a guy who just goes around handcuffing himself to women.

“He’s a detective for the GPD, Cameron Dennis, don’t panic” Bruce stated into Y/N’s ear.

“Hi…” Y/N began acting as if this was a normal night in the club for her… men handcuffing themselves to her like this.

“Hi,” he greeted back with a playful smile. After a moment of smiling blankly at each other, Y/N decided to ask about the elephant in the room.

“Am I under arrest?” Y/N asked, lifting up her end of the cuffs and passing them a glance.

He smiled brightly at her noticing this. 

“Well you’re just so bad I couldn’t help but cuff you” he explained nonchalantly. After tilting her head in confusion he let out a stifled laugh.

“I’m Cam-” “Cameron Dennis, I know” Y/N interrupted confidently. He titled his head intrigued at how she knew this.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Bruce asked, also intrigued. She ignored him as she didn't really have the opportunity to respond.

“I’m sorry… have we met before-?” Cameron questioned, leaning down into her. 

“You don’t remember me from your dream last night?” Y/N flirted innocently.

He smiled, looking down and then back up at her. 

“Listen…I’ll let you have this…” Cameron began as he raised a key with his other hand “...if you spend 15 minutes with me and my friends in our section” he finished.

“Sit with them... he might tell you something.” Bruce commanded into Y/N’s ear. 

It’s not like she really had a choice however.

“I promise I'll make it worth your while…” Cameron chided.

Y/N pulled her half of the cuffs away from her body, forcing Mr.Dennis onto her as she stood still, now close to his ear.

“15 minuets with me and you’ll be begging for that key” she purred into his ear. “You’d be surprised how long I can last honey” he replied. Y/N was slightly intrigued at this guy's attitude as he pulled her back to his section. 

Y/N often liked the feeling that she had such control over men. It felt powerful and satisfying. However, it could quickly turn scary when that power was lost and it was the man who was toying her around. That wasn’t as fun. She couldn’t help but think of Bruce. He had this virgin energy about him that made him even more attractive. Although she had known him to be closed off and cold, there was another side to him that was vulnerable and which she knew cared for her at the end of the day. She had a habit of toying with Bruce. He didn't seem to mind her touch, but those moments seemed to have an inverse effect than intended as they made her develop a stronger crush on him while he remained uninterested.

But yet again, there were moments like today where he did show some sort of romantic interest, especially in the rare occasions that he did touch her (which he may or may have not known would have such a profound effect). But Bruce would drop it almost as soon as he started it. Maybe watching first hand a man like Mr. Cameron Dennis here taking initiative would light a fire under his ass.

Dennis abruptly pulled Y/N into the spot next to him and proceeded to introduce her to the friends around him. “That’s Herald Jacobs, Louis Keffer, Bobbie Turner, his friend Gina, and Gil Colson” Cameron introduced. “Guys, this is... i’m sorry sweetie what was your name again?” Cameron asked, turning back to Y/N. She forced a smile. “Y/N!” she shouted, over the music. “Right... Y/N! This is Y/N everyone!” Cameron announced, holding up their cuffed hands for everybody to see and laugh.

“Wow Cam you really cuffed her didn’t you?” Louis laughed. 

“Well I couldn't let her get away…” He snickered. 

Y/N bit her tongue at how uncomfortable it was for her lack of freedom was turned into being a trophy for Cameron.

“Mr.Colson I think I've seen you on TV, you’re the D.A right?!” she asked. “Yes!” he nodded excitedly. After all, this might possibly be the first time anyone like her seemed to notice his existence.

“We’re all from the GPD actually!” Colson exclaimed, pointing around the section. 

“Why so many cops?” Y/N questioned, leaning into Cameron. “Well we’re investigating how this club has so many gorgeous women like yourself working here” he smiled at her. “Oh...” Y/N nodded sarcastically. 

“In reality it’s because we have sort of free admission thanks to the deal that went down between the GPD and an inside informant…” he explained to Y/N after pouring a shot of liquor into a glass. 

“What deal?” Bruce groaned into Y/N’s ear. Y/N repeated the question aloud to Cameron.

Cameron took a moment to glance at Y/N before continuing which made her tense under his stare.

‘Was she asking too many questions?’ She thought to herself .

“Take a shot with me and I'll go on…” he stated, jeering the shot glass to her. 

“Y/N don’t drink that” Bruce urged.

Y/N ignored his advice before taking the shot out of Cameron’s hand and taking it down.

“Y/N?” Bruce questioned in her ear, shocked that she was veering from his desired script.

Y/N tried to hold back her reaction to the liquor by pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth. When she looked back over to Cameron who had also taken a shot, seemingly without as much blow back as her, he was simply staring at her.

“The Maroni deal, you might have heard about it on the news” he stated before pouring another two shots.

“What about it?” Y/N questioned after suppressing her vomit from the last shot.

“Say ‘ahh’ baby” Cameron demanded without answering her question. Slightly confused, Y/N let Cameron tilt her head back with his hand and pour a shot into her gaping mouth. It reminded her of earlier in the evening, but he lacked the cold yet tender touch Vengeance had. Nevertheless, the shot left just as much of a bad taste in her mouth.

“Y/N!” Bruce shouted in her ear which reminded her that he was even seeing this in the first place. Nevertheless, he wanted information and she was doing whatever she could do in her means to get it. Also, although she didn’t really care for liquor, hearing the sweet sounds of Bruce's frustration with her was making this situation all the better.

“Good girl. Well anyways… the GPD got a lot of money from the Maroni deal due to an inside informant, but for a lot of people, it wasn’t enough. They wanted more benefits, access to this club for example” he explained.

“You included I suppose?” Y/N added.

“Me included” he pressed his lips while lifting another shot for her to take.

“What did I just say Y/N?” Bruce scolded her ear.

Y/N leaned into Cameron’s ear. “Why are you telling me so much?”  she cooed innocently. He smirked at her in return.

“Because I know I'll be able to make you forget it by tomorrow morning” he practically growled in her ear as he squeezed her thigh with his free hand which she made a point to glance down at for Bruce's viewing pleasure… or displeasure preferably. 

Nevertheless, Bruce remained silent although he most certainly saw it. The advance was not welcomed, but this was a part of Y/N’s nightly routine in the iceberg lounge and so it didn’t come as much of a surprise anymore.

As the night went on, it was clear Cameron was becoming more and more drunk which was starting to make Y/N’s stomach turn. Of course she had seen countless men in her work here get shitfaced, however, she was never once handcuffed to one. He seemed to have no problem toying Y/N around, and it was getting crystal clear that would become a problem. As Cameron tried to maintain a conversation with his friends, under the table he was dragging his cuffed wrist over to his right, which consequently was dragging Y/N’s too. Looking down, Y/N eventually realized what he was trying to do here, until with one swift movement Cameron tried to pull his hand quickly to the right in an attempt to get Y/N’s hand on his crotch. Y/N pulled her hand away with a contrasting force to prevent it which caused Cameron to be interrupted in his conversation.

“You and I have had enough Y/N, get the key and leave” Bruce complained.

“It’s not that easy” she responded aloud.

“What’d you just say?” Cameron questioned with furrowed eyebrows thinking that the response was aimed at him.

“That’ll cost you baby” she added in relation to what he was trying to pull there just a second ago. 

“I thought it was included in our 15?” he queried innocently. She narrowed her eyes at him, tired of the antics.

“Speaking of which, those are over.” She responded in a dead tone voice.

“Shut up” he laughed it off, pouring another shot, but this time, ripping off the seal to one of the drop packets on the table and pouring it into the shot. He then proceeded to grab her face roughly.

“Y/N!!!” Bruce yelled in her ear

Cameron then proceeded to force his thumb into Y/N’s mouth and tried to open it enough to pour the shot in again.

“Don’t you dare swallow that!” Bruce barked out .

Forcing the shot into her mouth, he then wrapped his hand around her face. “You’ll get used to swallowing with me” Cameron smirked, admiring her.

Y/N let it sit in her mouth until at once she spit it onto him.

“I’m more of a spit type of gal…” she smirked in response. He looked down shocked , causing her to then tense seeing he was visibly furious.

“What about choking?” he growled, reaching his hand forward as if to grab her throat. Y/N ducked her head down in an attempt to shield her neck as she flinched. 

“I’m gonna kill him!” she heard Bruce pipe. 

“Fine” Cameron continued, without grabbing Y/N. He reached under his thigh to reveal the key to the handcuffs.

 “Is this what you want this Y/N?” he questioned, holding it up to her. 

She pressed her lips together refusing to respond. “The bigger question is, what are you going to do to get it?” he teased, practically pushing it in her face.

Annoyed, as soon as Y/N reached to grab the key in front of her, he yanked it over his head which she straddled over him for. Although she knew everyone in the section was looking at her and furthermore her coworkers throughout the club, she was desperate for the whole thing to end.

“Kiss me and I'll give it back Y/N” he offered, still holding the key out of reach.

“Grab it and go!” Vengeance begged in her ear.

“Just one” Cameron pleaded, propping himself up from laying somewhat down on the coach to meet her half way for said kiss.

“Y/N!” Bruce panicked.

 Y/N didn’t find the situation funny anymore and she was too confused as to what she would do next. Slowly however, she leaned into Cameron thinking she could just grab the key at the last second and figure out the rest from there. However, she wasn’t allotted much time to close the gap as Cameron proceeded to grab her hair from the back of her head and force her onto his lips, even slipping his tongue into her mouth for the moment.

In shock, Y/N pushed herself off of him quickly, got up, and left considering he unlocked the handcuffs during the forced kiss.

Wiping her mouth she rushed to the bathroom where she felt like throwing up. What was more embarrassing than the fact that that section of the club was staring at her for putting up a fight with a client was that furthermore Bruce had seen the whole thing.

The music of the club was barely audible inside the cruddy bathroom that she managed to escape to and barley audible above the ringing in Y/N’s ears. She leaned over the bathroom sink trying to catch her breath.

“What the hell was that?” Bruce questioned Y/N in a raised voice. Y/N snapped her head up at the mirror.

“I don’t fucking know, you tell me! You’re the one who makes me do this shit for your sick hobbies” she protested in response.

“I asked for a simple ID not for you to fuck him!” he chimed.

Y/N never heard him curse let alone raise his voice at her, but above all her frustration was at the fact that Bruce was acting like he didn’t just see the guy force her onto him.

“Really Bruce?!” she gawked.

“Don’t yell my name Y/N!” he snapped.

“How fucking dare you, I bet its easy sitting behind a computer screen just to fucking judge me! I deal with this bullshit every night! I can’t fucking believe you…” she cried in shock. The next thing Bruce saw was Y/N reaching into her eyes for the contacts to take them out, which would leave him in the dark.

“Don’t hang up on me Y/N-!” Bruce exclaimed, but the voice connection also ended from Y/N

-

After the video call had ended from Y/N’s part, Bruce found himself replaying the video over and over of the guy forcing shots down her mouth, forcing Y/N onto him. He knew he was putting her through situations like this for his benefit which was wrong, and he knew she wasn’t trying to play into the guy. But it was in rewatching the video, the way she sweet talked into his ear made him see red. Although it all made him sick watching it the first time, it made him even more upset watching it a second, and then a third, and then a fourth…

The video was played on a continuous loop until the entrance of the batcave opened to abruptly interrupt him. Bruce quickly closed out of the file and turned around to find Y/N strutting over to him, clearly upset. Bruce tried to evade looking at her as a means to prevent from lashing out, deciding to instead look at the floor.

Y/N slammed the lens pack on the table beside him, causing Bruce to snap his eyes up at her, opening his mouth ready to say something but his brain didn’t catch up quite as quick to figure out what. Her eyes lingered on his with a fire in them before turning away to leave. Bruce rolled his tongue over his teeth before leaping to his feet.

“Come here!” he demanded.

“Fuck you!” she spat without giving him a second glance as she headed for the door.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, grabbing her and pinning her to the wall without much force.

She didn’t even flinch at this.

“Let go of me!” she spat. The tone and level of her voice even made Bruce drop his grip immediately as it was so startling. 

He held his tongue to the roof of his mouth, regretting being so forceful with her after tonight. He’s never done that to her before, and she certainly hasn’t done it to him. 

Y/N didn’t hold back from meeting Bruce’s eye contact, but the intensity of her anger sort of threw Bruce off. He was lost in what he was doing at the moment.

Y/N turned to leave but instead of grabbing her again (as he was slightly scared of doing so with her previous reaction), instead Bruce put up his arm in the way to block her from leaving.

“I want to talk about it!” he roared

“Well I don’t!” she retorted trying to evade him the other way until he put his arm up on the left to box her in.

She tilted her head back against the wall in frustration.

 “Why did you let him do all that to you?” “What do you mean let!? You’re acting like it was consensual”

“To a certain point - you leaned into him to kiss him and let him pour drinks down your mouth? What the fuck was that about Y/N?”

“I leaned in to get the key back , and what does it matter to you anyways, I'm just the bait for information that you’ll let anyone sexual harrass in order to get ID’s out of” she intoned.

“Well you sure don’t seem to mind the attention!” he barked back without much thought.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head in disbelief.

“Fuck you Bruce, you probably liked watching it” she sneered

“I fucking hated it actually” “Oh really?” “Yeah” “Well why’s that Bruce, did you wish that was you???” “What?” he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Do you wish you had enough balls to come onto me like that?” she stated so confidently although inside she was too nervous to hear his response.

He continued to furrow his eyebrows at this notion and this is where Y/N felt like she was in too deep.

“Why? Is that what you like Y/N? Is that why you work there…? You liked to be toyed around by random men in the club? Is that it?” Bruce tested

“No?!” Y/N contested

“Then what is it Y/N?”

“Not any man, yo-” she choked on the last word emitting out her throat.

Silence consumed the two after that last word that had barley lingered on her lips as Bruce caught on even through Y/N’s embarrassment. His arms loosened a little at the thought.  

“Is that what you want from me Y/N? For me to act like that? Come onto you like that?” he questioned.

“Maybe!?” she asserted confidently but nevertheless unsure.

“Fine then” he muttered before crashing his lips onto hers.

Y/N was taken aback by this but being that she was waiting for this moment for such a long time she certainly wasn’t disappointed.

In the first few seconds Bruce seemed unsure of what he was doing and whether he was doing it right at that… however… Y/N was pleasantly surprised that Bruce’s seemed to know how to kiss although he was initially apprehensive in even approaching her after all this time.

Y/N she tried to slip her tongue in, but he stepped back from her abruptly.

“Better?” he postulated, unsure of how he was doing.

“No” she groaned before pulling him back onto her desperately for more. And so they continued with Bruce pressing her harder against the wall. This still didn’t feel close enough for Y/N, however, who wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Naturally, Bruce hoisted her higher against the wall to which Y/N proceeded to wrap her legs around his torso, clinging to the broad shoulders masked under his armor.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Bruce muttered through the exchange of saliva. “It wasn’t your fault… I just hated what he was doing” he whispered against her ear.

This was possibly the most talking Bruce ever did before.

Nevertheless, one good thing about Bruce was that he was always mature enough to admit when he was wrong.

“Make it up to me” she whined in his ear.

 Bruce titled his head slightly as if to ask how as he looked down in her eyes through that hooded eye look of his.

They promised clear skies last night. But you should have known better, this city never saw the sunlight. It didn’t matter either way, you’d worked under worse conditions for years and from what you’ve heard, it had gotten better over the last few months. You kept on looking at the skyscraper ahead of you, wondering why your advisor requested for you to meet with the COO of Wayne Enterprises. It wasn’t a request per se, more of a command if you were honest with yourself. But you weren’t one to negotiate with her, especially when you could tell how little space she left for a reply from you. 

“Black coffee for Y/N.” You heard the barista yell out from behind you, excusing yourself as you made your way through the crowd impatiently waiting for their drinks. Once you grabbed the drink, you quickly headed out of the coffee shop, looking at your watch to see if you were still on time. So busy juggling your notebook, the phone and the coffee, you didn’t see the gentleman exiting his car right in front of you. There was no time to react, dread washing over you as you realized how much the fall would hurt and that yes, there was now coffee all over your white shirt. 

“Ah crap really? Of all the days...” You dabbed at the stain on your shirt in vain as you stood up, picking up your phone and looking for your notebook when you saw that the gentleman had already picked it up for you.

“I believe this is yours.” The timbre voice snapped you out of your pain and you looked up in time to see who it was you had also just spilled your drink on. 

And it was at that precise moment that your lungs collapsed in fear. You stared at him for a few seconds before you realized the smile aimed at you was not meant to be friendly but- actually, you couldn’t quite understand what kind of smile it was but you didn't want to stick around to find out.

“I am so sorry sir, I usually watch where I’m walking but I didn’t see you at all I swear. Shit that probably costs more than my apartment and I just spilled my coffee all over it. I could pay for the dry-cleaning sir...sorry no not that you can’t afford to pay for it I just meant that I could-”

“Please, don’t worry about it.” He cut you off and you shivered under his direct gaze, one that shamelessly took in your form before returning to your eyes and maintaining eye contact until you couldn’t help but look away. “Normally, I would offer to buy you another one but I believe neither of us have the time.” He could tell how nervous you were, choosing to look away from your heaving chest as he buttoned his suit and shut the door of his car. You were about to say something when you saw his driver walk out and stand behind him.

“Would you like to change before the-” 

“That’s alright Alfred, it's not like anyone will report me.” He turned to his driver and nodded, letting him know he didn’t need his services at the moment. Looking at his watch, he frowned and adjusted his clothes one more time before walking away.

“You should be more careful.” You blinked at him confusingly, unable to look away as he took his phone out and dialed someone as he walked the opposite way. 

Was there even a point to go to the meeting now? 

You tried to find any excuse to tell your advisor but you were a horrible liar, and she knew that more than anyone. 

“What have I done?” You whispered to yourself as you made your way to the highrise building you were sure you’d be kicked out of as soon as you entered. You kept on looking around to see if he was anywhere nearby but when you saw that his car, and the driver, remained in the same spot, you decided it was better to go and end the meeting quickly rather than avoiding it all together.

“Hi, I have a meeting with Dr. Fox in fifteen minutes. I was sent on behalf of Dr. Karen Fairbanks.” You told the security guard at the front desk, sighing in relief when he asked you to follow another guard to the elevator. So he didn’t ask for the meeting to be canceled yet? That must be a good sign. 

You waited in the elevator as the guard swiped his access card and pressed on the 39th floor button. The elevator ride didn’t give you nearly enough time to try and figure out what you would say should the meeting not go your way. A loud ding announced your arrival and as soon as you stepped out of the elevator, another guard greeted you and led you to the only door visible on the floor. You walked behind him and sighed at how loud the silence was, thanking him when he opened the door for you and asked you to go inside.

“Hi, I’m here for-”

“Good morning, you must be Y/N Y/L/N. He is ready for you. You can go ahead.” The woman never stood from her chair, smiling at you as she waited until you moved towards the second door. You reluctantly turned the handle of the door and pushed through, quietly shutting it behind you before turning around and making your way to the desk.

“Good morning Dr. Fox, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” You were proud of how steady your voice was, reaching out to shake his hand only to be met with two warm ones on top of yours. 

“Please, call me Lucius. There are no formalities among colleagues.” He softly tapped on your hand before walking around the desk to sit down, motioning for you to take a seat opposite him.

“C-colleagues? I am sorry sir I believe you are mistaken.” You responded, not sure what he was speaking of as you flipped your notebook to explain to him what it was you were doing here. “Surely Karen told you what it was we are looking for?” Fox raised an eyebrow when you shook your head, sitting back and taking a few moments to collect his thoughts. 

“Well, in that case, let me fill you in. Wayne Enterprises is looking to...expand. Not just metaphorically but literally. I’ve spent months attempting to convince Mr. Wayne of this project and I had spoken to Karen a while back to let her know I needed her top student for this large-scale development should he agree. And one he agreed, I asked her to send whoever she chose over so I could finalize everything and get started. She must’ve mentioned at least something with relation to this?” 

“I- wow umm sorry, excuse me sir this is all a bit to take in. She hadn’t said anything apart from an hour meeting with yourself. I was meant to ask you a few questions about the underground structure of Wayne Enterprises and ask if you would be willing to assist in a similar one in New York. She mentioned nothing of what you had just told me.” Fox said nothing, smiling at you before asking if you needed anything to drink.

“No thank you sir, I have already spilled coffee on my shirt  earlier and I’d rather not make a fool out of myself again.” You tried to return the smile but didn’t have the energy to do so.

“Would you be surprised if I told you I thought that was a design on the shirt?” He tried to put you at ease but it did little to your nervous spirit. 

“You are too kind sir.”

“Lucius. Or at least I hope that is how you’ll address me soon.” His tone became more serious and you thought he might be a little impatient. Before you could respond, the door to the office was opening, in walking the man you wished you wouldn’t be able to see ever again.

“Mr. Fox, I do apologize for my tardiness, I ran into some-” The words died in his throat as soon as he took one look at you and it took everything in his power to not smirk at your obvious distress. “Something urgent came up and I needed to take care of it. Hi, Bruce Wayne. Pleasure to meet you.” Bruce took three strides before he stood right in front of you, reaching out his hand to shake yours. When you couldn’t move, he took a deep breath and sat opposite you, crossing his legs before turning his attention to Fox.

“I must apologize Mr. Wayne, but I believe my old friend did not fill in our architect.”

“Really? How so?” Bruce rested his cheek on his hand and waited for you to respond. When you didn’t, he asked Fox to tell him what you discussed so far. You suddenly felt light-headed, refusing to acknowledge the situation you were currently in until you heard your name a few times.

“Sorry, yes?”

“Well, I was just asking for a reason behind your apprehension? Is it a salary problem or relocating?”

“R-relocating?” You looked at Bruce then Fox, then back to Bruce again.

“It is my understanding that Mr. Fox informed you of the importance of this project, and I do not make light of such matters, especially ones in need of such a large investment. You’d have to relocate to Gotham. Most of the work following your sketches, should they be approved, will require you to be on site at all times and I cannot have you wasting time going to and from New York.” Bruce spoke with such eloquence and authority you couldn’t not shift in your seat.

And although you were only looking at him for a few seconds, he was studying every one of your movements, his chest slowly filling with pride when he noticed the effect he had on you.

“Sir, I- with all due respect, I do not think I am the person you want on such a project. I only just received my Masters and I assure you there are many more capable architects out there than myself, whether in my graduating class or ones already established. You will have no trouble finding the perfect fit for you.” You silently cursed at yourself for that last sentence but you paid it no mind. “And even if I were to take you up on your offer, I have to say that I do not have nearly enough to relocate on such a short notice.”

“As far as I can tell, your objections all have solutions.” Fox cut you off, digging through one of his drawers before taking out a folder and handing it to Bruce. “I would not have agreed to hire you without an interview had I not seen your portfolio Ms. Y/L/N. It is quite exceptional if I may say so myself. Most architects I’ve worked with are more theoretical than practical, choosing to rely on every penny going into the building without truly caring for its function or what it communicates once it is erected. But your designs are more practical and reliably distributed than anything. As for the second matter, I am sure Mr. Wayne will have no problem convincing you to come on board. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I do need to ask my secretary for something.” And with that, he stood up and walked out of his office, leaving you a flustered mess in front of the one man you dreaded talking with.

You’d spent a few minutes in silence before daring to look up, only to see that Bruce was already gazing at you.

“Do I have the face of a monster Ms. Y/L/N?” Of all the questions you thought you’d be asked today, that was the last one you expected.

“N-no sir not at all.”

“Then there must be some other reason behind your refusal to look at me as we speak.”

“S-sorry Mr. Wayne I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just that-”

“Nevermind. I do believe I must convince you to take on this project because I will not hear the end of it from Mr. Fox if I don’t.” You could tell he sounded more annoyed and you hated to be on the receiving end of that tone.

“And why is that?”

“Well, for starters, I’ve never seen him speak this passionately about someone else’s work so you must be exceptional at what you do. I am sure we could come to an arrangement on such a short notice. How does one fifty sound?” Bruce asked neutrally and you took a deep breath before deciding to look at him again. 

You’d thought he was a handsome man on the news, but now that you were this close to him, he was somehow much more attractive. The pictures didn’t do him any justice. He was much more broad-shouldered, his hair softer than it looked on screen. And my god, were all billionaires this fit? His suit wasn’t too tight on him but it was constricting enough for you to see how potentially muscular he was. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare to his eyes. You weren’t sure if they were brown or just an incredibly dark hazel color. Either way, they managed to look straight through you and you barely managed to maintain eye contact with him this time around.

“One fifty sir?” You asked, not sure what he meant by that number.

“I can make it two hundred if you want me to. I am sure you’ll deliver.” He crossed his arms, and you couldn’t help but shift your gaze to the way the dark material of his suit clung around his biceps.

“You misunderstand me, what do you mean by one fifty?” The question must have surprised him because his eyebrows furrowed for a second before relaxing again.

“One fifty an hour of course.” Bruce remained unfazed by your surprised reaction, gauging your reaction carefully. 

“Y-you are too kind Mr. Wayne but-”

“I am not a cruel man Ms. Y/L/N.”

“That wasn’t what I mean sir. I only wanted to say that for a fresh graduate who hadn’t worked on previous projects, you might regret that number. My work has only been on paper.”

“You would be horrible in business. I’ve never met anyone who asked for less in exchange for his time and efforts.” He chuckled and if it weren’t for the fact that he may have just given you a backhanded compliment, you would have returned the gesture.

“I am only attempting to be honest. One fifty is more than enough Mr. Wayne.”

“So you will take the job?” Bruce hadn’t meant to sound so eager but when he knew you hadn’t noticed his excitement, not with the way you were still staring almost timidly at him.

“I would be dumb not to. Student loans aren’t a joke.” You rang your fingers and Bruce immediately shifted his attention to the nervous tick, incapable of understanding why you were so rigid, perhaps even fearful, around him.

“Ah yes, I am sure Columbia University was not a walk in the park.” Bruce said as he stood up, buttoning his suit and placing your portfolio on the desk before turning around towards you.

“I take it that is a yes?” He waited for your response patiently, smirking at you when you nodded and wavered through an answer. 

“Yes sir, it would be my pleasure to be associated with Wayne Enterprises,” you stood up and stretched out your hand for him to shake, amazed that he never brought up the coffee thing this far. He still hadn’t changed and you wondered why a man of his standing would purposely walk around all day long in that state, knowing fully well paparazzis were everywhere. 

He took your hand and you felt your heart skip a beat at how warm and firm it was. Bruce watched your body language, amazed at how quickly you responded when it was only a small touch. You watched as he placed his hands and his pockets and said nothing more, raising an eyebrow when you didn’t budge. 

Thankfully, Fox entered the office again and approached you, smiling before welcoming you on board and telling you that you’ll receive an email from him shortly. You couldn’t get out of there fast enough, bidding the secretary a good morning before almost breaking the ‘close doors’ button.

“Believe me the pleasure was all mine.” Bruce whispered to himself as he watched you go, turning to Fox and shaking his head at him. “I don’t want to hear it.” He said, sitting down and crossing his legs again before picking up your portfolio. 

“A bright young lady, one of the top in her class. Fairbanks couldn’t wait five minutes before telling me about her work. I think you will not be disappointed by her Mr. Wayne.” Fox said as he looked out the window of the high rise.

“You don’t have to convince me Mr. Fox, I can see for myself.” Bruce gestured at the portfolio but Fox couldn’t help but warn him. “I assure you Mr. Wayne, I know you have seen her work yourself. But I will keep reminding you that she is a great asset for the team, one I would hate to let go should she run into any...executive problems.” Fox was no longer smiling, his serious expression enough of a warning sign to Bruce.

Bruce turned his attention to Fox, knowing fully well what he was implying. He knew his friend meant well but for some odd reason, he felt a bit possessive over you already.

“She’s too young for me Mr. Fox, and I can assure you, she will not have to deal with executive problems.” Bruce stood up and took the portfolio with him, knowing fully well Mr. Fox can see the files in his hands. 

“Good day Mr. Wayne.” 

“And to you Mr. Fox.” Bruce waved back as he exited the office and headed to his car. He’d already put your name in his system, his paranoia getting the best of him yet again. It would be a shame if you weren’t who you said you were. By the time he’d finished all his meetings and arrived at the penthouse, Alfred had already prepared every record on you and placed it on his bed.

“Impressive girl Master Wayne. I didn’t realize we’ve started checking individuals who spill their drinks on you.” Alfred bellowed sarcastically as he set down dinner on the nightstand. 

“Very funny Alfred.” Bruce shook his head at the butler before flipping through the pages. 

“There is nothing out of the ordinary in those files, and yet you’ve read every word.”

“She’s my new architect,” Bruce responded as he read up on your undergraduate work.

“Your architect?” Alfred couldn’t help but smile when Bruce looked up and threw imaginary daggers at him. “The new architect, happy now.” And he laughed even more when his master responded with irritation. 

“Oh you misunderstand my curiosity Master Wayne, I only meant to remark on the job and not your choice of adjectives.” Alfred left before he could get a response but he knew Bruce was staring at him as he walked away.

“She’s too young for me!” Bruce yelled out to the empty hallway, knowing fully well he wouldn’t hear the end of it. He quickly finished his meal before accessing the numerous dummy corporations he had scattered around for pursuits he didn’t want to be associated with. By the end of the night, he’d gotten in touch with Ascendium Education Group and sent them a few invoices, telling them to contact him, through the corporations of course, when they received the checks. 

Bruce went to sleep that night more satisfied than he’s ever been in years. But this satisfaction was short-lived when he realized that yes, you were too young for him. More importantly, you didn’t deserve being associated with someone like him, not that you weren’t already when news went out that he was looking to expand. 

Following the meeting, you took the ferry back to New York, and spent the entire commute talking with your advisor. She told you that you’d understand her deception once you spoke to Fox, letting you know that she shouldn’t be seen as favoring anyone. You’d asked her for an honest answer and she told you that while she did not consider this as partiality towards you, other students and professors in the department might misunderstand. And when you finally asked her the dreaded question regarding doctorate applications, she told you that you probably wouldn’t need to worry about that for a very long time. Being associated with Wayne Enterprises would open many doors for you and even if there weren’t job offers after the completion of this project, the salary would be more than enough to cover you until you did find a job or decided to go back to school. You’d thanked her for her time and recommendation, telling her that you did in fact take the job and planned to move in the next few weeks. 

When you got back to your apartment, your excitement got the best of you and you started packing your things, telling your rather inattentive roommates that you would be moving out soon. Before you went to sleep, you checked your emails and saw that Dr. Fox had already sent you an email, your eyes widening in horror when you saw that Mr. Wayne was cc’d. He had an email? Wasn’t there someone that did this stuff for him?

You quickly researched the prices of moving companies, grimacing at how expensive most of them were. But it was going to be alright soon. You could afford to spend whatever you had left now that you knew how much you’d be getting. The man seriously thought you would ask for more? These goddamn billionaires and their shameless lack of understanding. 

"5 minutes until sunrise." The modulated voice spoke, breaking concentration. Batman releasing a criminal from his iron grip and letting him drop in a bloodied heap, the robotic voice in his head drumming and repeating the words until his heart rate had slowed and his blood calmed.

His gloves had begun chafing the ridges of his fingers, finally breaking them in with his excessive force on the man unconscious beneath him.

He had witnessed the man attempt to break into the apartment beside them, home to a young girl and her parents.

A rapist. Child rapist. Pedophile. His eyes narrowed again to the man and he felt his blood begin to drum again.

He let go of his baited breath and pulled the handcuffs from his belt. Hooking them onto the mans wrist as he set him upright to the alley wall. Batman looked over and saw the battered camera had skidded near the street and he reached to grab it.

Bringing it closer to his face, he observed the digital camera as the lens had cracked in the center. The paint chipped on the edges, but when he held the on button down it turned on easily with the pictures readily available. He shut it back off.

The evidence was enough for Gordon to know why the man was in his state. He set the camera in the mans lap when the roar of sirens echoed down the empty street.

Batman stood, grabbing his grappling gun and shooting it off to the nearest building. As he did, he looked up to see a young girl in the window. Her sleepy, bleary eyes widening when she made eye contact with him and he simply pressed a gloved finger to his lip, and released the gun as he shot up in the remaining night sky.

By the time he reached the garage with the batmobile hidden inside, the sun had just barely begun to peek over the morning clouds. He walked over to the batmobile, sliding into the drivers seat. He releasing a deep sigh once he was settled, knowing by the time he returned home it would be morning.

Y/N might even be awake when he returned.

He pulled the gloves off, letting the bare skin cool against the steering wheel as the chafed, redness of his hands were relieved from the confines of the thick leather. Just the barest hint of humanity brought back to him and Bruce felt the entirety of the night replay in his head like he was in a theater.

The batmobile roared to life beneath his palms, and he tore out of the garage.

East end, he was near Robinson Park where an underground tunnel to the batcave was. His hands rolling the steering wheel to turn on Burbaker street and straight to the tunnel. The growing daylight chasing the batmobile as he drove through the underground road and headlights blaring on the cavern walls.

The light had faded soon after, he was much too quick for the daylight to catch him. Now, he was left in the dark until the tunnel opened up to the batcave.

Preparing the full stop, he pressed the break and drove right into the mobiles natural spot. The inorganic lights turning on within his presence and he turned the batmobile off before getting out.

The sharp breath he made brought in the metallic and murky scent, the scent of home. His steps echoing as he walked to the computer as the screen lit up with the face of the man he had just left in the alley.

"Gerrick Tiller. 43, divorced with restraining order. Registered class 2 sex offender." He read. Knowing Gordon, Tiller would be class 3 by breakfast with possession of child pornography and charged with trespassing.

Gordon didn't fuck around with sex offenders, and whatever Batman could do to them Gordon did ten fold. Legally of course.

The computer went black, he stepping towards the suits as saw his reflection in the glass and pulled the cowl off.

Sweat. It just dripped down his neck as the rush of cold, murky air hit his face and he closed his eyes to feel it all.

This was the most human he felt, taking each piece off and letting the shell fall off as if he was shedding the skin of the Batman to be Bruce again.

Just Bruce. Not the billionaire Bruce Wayne. Just. Bruce.

When the suit was off, he reapplied it to the mannequin and was left in his briefs. His eyes scanning at the bruises on his side as he clenched his stomach to feel how sore he might be.

Not bad this time around, he was getting better at fending off multiple offenders at once. His eyes turning to the purple mark on his chest that he lightly prodded before smiling.

Not a bruise, a remnant of his evening before on parole. Maybe Y/N wasn't up yet, it was a Saturday. The office would be closed today.

Bruce's bare feet patted on the metal flooring as he stepped into the enclosed bathroom he had implemented. The sight of the toilet alone made his lower stomach ache and he was reminded it had been 5 hours since his last relief.

He made quick work, toilet and shower. Not exactly enjoying the shower since the plumbing wasn't at the best in the cave. The water was ice cold, yet also grounded him better than hot water could.

His mind jumped from one point to the next, the shower needed to be figured out and he'd look into the manual he bought.

There wasn't exactly a good plumber who could keep a secret about the cave, he'd begun learning for himself. Y/N helped, reading through the more confusing parts of the book to make sense of what the author was trying to teach.

But then again, she was better at tinkering and figuring her way around it. He relied on the book. Until she figured out how to reattach the water line for the toilet and he just about returned the book after he tried 4 times without result.

Now all that was left was the cold water, and he was still planning out the new modulator. Then the batarangs needed updating since Penguin began hoarding the ones he left behind to sell the tech inside of them.

Combustable batarangs, his trial one had combusted in his previous belt and without the fireproof fabric in his suit he would've lit his ass up. Lost the belt though, but that was easier to replace.

Suddenly, Bruce groaned and pressed his head to the shower wall. So much to do, so little time. He hadn't even processed half of his day and he was back to the little things he needed to accomplish.

"Bruce?"

"Shit-" he jumped. Bruce turning fast when he saw Y/N at the door to the bathroom.

Her eyes on the glass shower door as he let his heart rate calm down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you." She said, voice somewhat groggy.

"... did I wake you?" He asked, turning the water off as she leaned against the wall and shook her head.

"No... I woke up and realized you hadn't come home yet." She said, her tone softening and suddenly all the worry and the nagging in his head silenced.

Bruce opened the shower door and grabbed his towel to wrap around his waist, all while his eyes met hers and he visibly relaxed.

She could see it, the weary tiredness in his eyes. The sudden quiet in his voice, and she gently stepped closer to wrap her arms around his waist. His skin firm and colder than ice, her warmth spreading within him as she kept her eyes on his.

"Come to bed... I've missed you." She said gently, Bruce holding her softly as he closed his eyes and slid a hand against her cheek. His nose burying into her hair and inhaling the familiar warm scent of her.

"Me too..." he whispered, Y/N sighing and they stood for a simple moment like that.

Until her pajama shirt started soaking from his wet form and she shivered.

"Cold water still..." she sighed, chuckling lightly as he broke a small smile.

"I'll meet you upstairs." He said, Y/N hesitantly parting from him with a slight nod.

"Don't distract yourself." She said, heading out of the room and he smiled while grabbing the extra clothes he had in a small metal drawer.

"Not today..." he said quietly, drying off before changing. The warmth of her had lingered and his mind was on one thing. Her. That's it.

Once he had finished, he moved out to get on the elevator as it closed and raised up to the second floor library. He pressing against one of the backs of the book shelves as it parted and brought him into the room. Closing it, he walking out to the hallway and straight towards their bedroom.

The sitting room had a tray on the table. Crumbs in a plate as Alfred must had served Y/N breakfast. She had left a blueberry scone on the hot plate and he took it to bite into and let the warm bread and melted blueberry envelop his palate.

In seconds, he was left with the remaining crumbs and wiped his hand with a napkin. He heard the door open as he saw Alfred stand in the door way with another tray.

Their eyes met and Alfred raised an eyebrow. "I have more scones, master Bruce." He said, Bruce stepping out of his way as Alfred set the second tray down.

"I can see that. Thank you." He said, seeing the poached eggs on avocado toast with a side of bacon, and another hot plate of three blueberry scones. Alfred grabbed the empty one and looked at Bruce again.

"After food, you are to sleep. You're growing paler by the minute." Alfred mumbled, Bruce hiding his smile from his nagging.

"Of course Alfred. I appreciate the concern." He retorted, grabbing the tray before heading into the bedroom and saw Y/N in bed scrolling on the ipad.

"Is that the news?" He asked, she hardly looking up.

"Unfortunately. But nothing about you thankfully." She looked up as he placed the tray on the bed. "Either of you." She corrected, Bruce sliding onto his side as the cold sheets suddenly brought an ache through his whole body that he groaned.

Y/N setting the iPad down and sat up a bit.

"... I'm sure Alfred has already demanded you to sleep. Which I'm his echo." She said, pulling the tray closer as he slowly sat up.

"Batman can handle 5 gang members with weapons, but I'm powerless against the both of you." He said with a sigh, Y/N chuckling softly.

"There's some battles we can't always win." She handed the plate over as he took it gently and pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

"It humbles me to lose once in a while. Especially when it comes to you." He spoke softly, turning to the eggs as she smiled with a slight blush on her cheeks. She turned to the side table and grabbed her coffee, sipping it as she returned to the iPad.

The silence that eased between them was a comfort. The small stereo on the side table quietly playing classic harp and violin that she loved, and everything else a soft silence. The more food he ate, the further he brought himself into comfort until it was all gone.

He pushed the tray to the end of the bed, noticing her attention was still on the device and he gently grasped her waist as she was brought to reality. Bruce suddenly pulling her further into the bed with him and his head settled on her chest as he could hear the sweet, steady beat of her heart.

Y/N gently slid her fingers through his thick hair and smiled softly. "My sweet Bruce..." she said gently, kissing against his head and letting him curl closer to her.

The alluring scent of her, the intoxicating warmth, her soft hands in his hair as she talked to him with her soothing tone. He felt everything in him quiet as his breathing evened out and he was fast asleep in mere minutes.