Bruce Wayne as your arranged marriage husband means endless shopping budget but a man who disappears every night— only coming back to sleep.
Feeling the dip beside you on the bed, you rotate your head slightly to see his back filled with deep wounds. Some healed while some others are a raging red. You always notice but never ask how he always comes home at the dead of night, always with new gashes that constitutes his whole back.
Every time you ask, it's a look of shame that graces his face and one of sympathy that comes from the estranged butler, Alfred. There's a hint of secrecy between the two that you've always been curious since the wedding. They were always chatting silently with each other when you "weren't" paying attention.
It's the day that you go to call him downstairs that you discover the Batcave.
"Fucking bitch," you whisper underneath your breath.
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if there was one thing to rival bruce wayne’s wallet in terms of size, it would definitely be his cock
and you would know— especially since you were in a mean arch, ass pressed on his hips and cock snuggled in your pussy. your face was lying on its side, lips fully parted and letting soft sounds escape from them
“that’s it, sweetheart” he cooed in your ear, a hand gently holding your neck and the other on your waist before rolling his hips into another deep thrust that made a whine leave your lips. “doing such a good job takin’ me” his pace was slow but the depth was what driving you insane, feeling his chest pressed on your back
“bruce—“ you breathlessly gasped, hands gripping onto the sheets till your knuckles were white. “bruce you’re so—big—” a moan left your lips when you felt his tip press mean onto all the right spots in your pussy
“i know, baby” he kissed your cheek before giving you another deep thrust that caused both you and him to let out a sound. “i know.” trust me, he knew. and this time, his words were in a groan before picking his head up from your shoulder
bruce’s hand slipped from your neck to join his hand in order to firmly grab your waist before they slid down to lay on your hips, grunts leaving him as his pace started to pick up along the intensity of his thrusts
you couldn’t even moan his name or anything, you were just drooling on the pillow from the side, dumb founded with full blown eyes and small gasps heard from you
not stopping his pace, his hand goes to brush your hair from your face and wipe your forehead, the motion gentle compared to his thrusts. “just like that” he grunted, making sure your walls were perfectly molded for his size
not like they weren’t anyway. and if they weren’t, then tonight would make sure they were
After Sunday’s movie night concluded, with you being forcefully carried up to your new room by Jason, Bruce read you a “bedtime story”, to which you closed your eyes immediately to hasten his departure to the batcave, and were awoken by him on Monday morning.
Oh what a start.
He waited outside your room while you did your morning routine, but the moment you opened the door he grabbed your hand and led you down to breakfast.
Bruce placed himself at the head of the table with you on his right and Damian on his left, across from you. Dick plopped himself on the chair next to you and Jason seated next to him, with finally Tim joining and sitting next to Damian.
Did no one have anywhere else to be?
These mornings continued into the week with the same boring questions:
“Hey kid, how did you sleep?”
“Oh honey hold on, you don’t need to cut that up, it's too dangerous, allow me!”
“Tch. My sibling is not that pathetic Grayson, (Name) be careful with the hash browns they are hot.”
“It seems like you had a restless night name, do you want to share what’s on your mind?”
“How about we go into the library before bed, and we can pick out another bedtime story you would like to read?”
Each time a question would roll around, Alfred would shoot you a look from the side before continuing to refill either the table or glasses.
It was too much. Even if you did manage to try and make your voice heard, these idiots couldn’t stop talking over each other for a second to hear you air out your grievances.
After an overstimulating and exhausting breakfast, Bruce took you into his office and sat next to you on one of the couches. He pushed you into his chest while wrapping his arms around you in an obvious one sided hug.
Was he sniffing you again?
Did your scent change from being marked by your new family?
Could Bruce tell?
After his sniffing and probably scenting, not like you could smell, he walked over to his desk to pull out a chess board.
The remainder of the day was spent in Bruce’s office with him asking question after question about your life, your interests, hobbies…
You were exhausted, however each time either you unintentionally showed signs or your scent changed Bruce would be there to bring you into his arms whispering comforting words in your ear,
“It’s ok for you to rest now (Name).”
“Rely on me (Name), rely on us.”
“You are safe here in this manor.”
“Stay in my arms baby.”
“No matter how big you pretend you are, you will always be my baby.”
You couldn’t lie and say these words didn’t affect you; years of wanting acknowledgment from your father have really weighed on you, and now that you are getting it…
Why did he, all of them, decide that now was the time to see you?
As if Bruce could sense your tears, he would bring you closer together while kissing your forehead saying, “Nothing bad will ever happen to you again (Name) I promise. We will all be here this time. For you.”
…Yes you did cry a little in his arms, but moving on-
You had all your meals in his office, before he decided it was your bedtime where he repeated what he did the night before - marking the end of your day with him.
Dick got Tuesday.
The morning started the same as it did with Bruce, except when you were doing your morning routine in the bathroom, you go into your room and there he is sitting on your bed, reading one of your books, and smiling.
You bit your tongue before starting an argument. It hasn’t even been an hour since the start of his day, and if you were going to start an argument already-
You would never have personal space again.
You quickly grabbed the clothes laid out (by Dick) and came out of the bathroom where Dick grabbed your hand and held it all the way downstairs and into your respective seats.
Breakfast proceeded the same as it did the day before until it was time to disperse to which Dick picked you up and cradled you like a baby all the way into his room.
“So my little baby bird! What movie do you want to watch first? Or a TV show? I actually have one that will be perfect for you, so we can watch that one first while you have more time to think about what you want to watch!”
Dick pulled a kid’s movie. Rated G for General Audiences.
“Actually Dick, I am more of a fan of horror movies-“
“What?! That can’t be right! You’re not old enough to see such violence! I can’t believe you watched even one…No matter, you won’t be seeing those again. They are not good for your mind, and you are far too sweet to be exposed to such themes.”
Kill you now.
The rest of your day was spent in and out of Dick’s room. You were either watching movies or forced to watch him perform acrobatics. He even had you try different beginner gymnastic routines, with both hands on you to make sure you completed it safely of course.
When you were forced back into his room you would sleep due to sheer boredom with Dick either cradling you or you two cuddling (forcefully on your end) under a collection of blankets. Different times you woke up you could hear him murmur:
“Don’t worry baby birdie, I won’t leave you alone again.”
“We all know Bruce drops the ball, but never me, never again.”
“I know how hard you are trying to act older than you are…but it’s ok, with me you just need to be my little (Name).”
You pretend not to hear a single one, after all what would happen if you did? How would be take your disinterested response?
You spent the rest of the night in his room asleep, while he went on patrol.
And locked the door from the outside behind him.
Jason came into Dick’s room the next morning, effectively waking you up, and carrying you back to your room.
“Get ready quickly kid, big day planned.”
With that short sendoff, he exited your room but you didn’t hear the footsteps of him walking away.
He’s probably doing what Bruce did and waiting for you.
As you suspected you were right; immediately after you exited your room, Jason was there to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you to the table with the same routine of questions and no answers from you.
The second you were finished eating, Jason grabbed your hand and whisked you up the stairs into the library.
“Go on kid, pick a book. Today is the start of (Name) and Jason’s bookclub.”
You didn’t even bother to grace him with a glance. After the past two days you’ve been having, they all could suck it for all you care. But, you can concede to the fact that Jason was behaving the nicest out of the two you have dealt with so far, so you give him a little pass.
Once you picked up your book, Jason patted the spot next to him on the couch, "C'mon kid let’s get reading.”
You sat next to Jason with a little space in between both of you, which Jason immediately closed by dragging you into his side and looked at your book, “Frankenstein? Good choice, but don’t tell Bruce or Dickhead that you are reading it. They’ll give you a long lecture on how it isn’t suitable for someone your age.”
“And you’ll keep it a secret?”
Jason smirked, “it’s our secret as long as you behave.”
Behave is way too vague for you to feel comfortable about this, but if it keeps you from losing your ability to read what you want you can suck it up for now.
The day progressed the same, with Alfred coming in to bring tea and meals. Jason didn’t hand feed you everything, only the items he deemed “too hot”.
At the end of it, he cradled you to his chest until he reached your room where he placed you on the bed and kissed your forehead before he finally left - locking the door from the outside behind him.
Tim was Thursday.
He followed the same routine as Jason and Bruce, however while you were in the bathroom, you could’ve sworn you heard some shuffling about. Yet when you came out, he was nowhere to be seen until you opened the door and there he was.
With a massive grin on his face, and his hand outstretched, "C'mon (Name) it’s time for breakfast!"
You will say that this breakfast was different from the last three. While the others were an interrogation, this one felt like observation.
Dick made the most small talk, but even with talking, everyone was eyeing you.
Dick, who sat the closest to you, felt like he was constantly sniffing.
You were starting to worry.
Before anyone bothered to bring it up, Tim grabbed your arm and dragged you to the Batcave. The entire day would be him talking about Wayne Enterprise or a new case he has been working on. He would also ask you about your interests and even ask you questions to know more.
You were not allowed to leave his side for the whole day, but it could’ve been worse.
He asked a lot about your friends too:
“Where do you guys usually like to hangout?”
“You should be careful (Name), it’s not good to be around the wrong crowd.”
“I’m not saying they are, I am saying be careful. After all, I am your older brother and you’re just a child.”
“I only want what’s best for you sweetheart, no need to be defensive.”
You also noticed that on more than one occasion you could hear him sniffing you.
Did the bond really create a smell?
You really didn’t want the answer, especially from these newly created wackjobs.
At the end of the day, Tim took you to your room by carrying you on his back before gently setting you on the bed. He kissed your forehead goodnight, and like all his predecessors before him, he locked the door from the outside.
Finally, Damian had Friday.
Damian did not bother to enter your room like the others and chose to instead wait outside until you were ready and walk side by side with you to the dining room with your hands linked.
The routine of yesterday seemed to repeat except, once you entered the room each Wayne made sure to give you a tight hug. You believe you also felt them sniffing you,
Again.
After the new development, breakfast continued like normal with Dick keeping everyone engaged and occupied.
Damian grabbed your wrist the moment you finished your plate, and dragged you up the stairs into the art room.
“Painting helps me focus my mind. Your mind seems to be scattered sibling.” Damian said with an entitled air around him.
Had he not been trained by the League of Assassins you would’ve punched him by now.
The remainder of the day with Damian was spent either posing for him for his newest watercolor painting, or him trying to teach you the fundamentals of art and encouraging, forcing, you to make your own piece.
“Not bad (Name).”
“As expected of my sibling, you can catch on quickly.”
“Would you be willing to come with me to feed my animals? I think a change of pace will be nice for us.”
While each compliment sounded nice on its own, you could see a strange glint in his eye.
You didn’t like it at all.
Throughout the day he hovered over you until it was your new designated bedtime. Damian held your hand as he walked you to your room, up until you reached your bed where he forced you to lay down, kissed your forehead, and followed the tradition of leaving but not before locking your door from the outside.
Saturday you were getting answers.
It was no one’s specific day which meant it was supposed to be a “family day”, but all you cared about after suffering for an entire week was answers.
You got ready like you usually do, and went to open the door to find it surprisingly unlocked.
You headed down to the dining room where everyone was already waiting and seated.
“Cutie! How did you sleep? I hope it went well!” Dick was already loud and already irritating.
“Yeah I slept fine, but listen there’s something I want to talk about-“
“Good because we have something to ask you too, kid.” Jason interrupted you with a straight face, was he in a mood?
“Your scent is different (Name), do you mind telling us why you think that might be?” Bruce asked you gently as if he were approaching a lion’s den with a slab of meat.
Damian stood up and yelled “Oh come on! I already told you why, there’s no use hiding or codling, they’ve been marked by an outsider. I felt it yesterday!” He reached across the table, grabbed your wrist and pushed up your sleeve to show the family.
You quickly tried to yank your wrist back, but Damian held it like a boa constrictor. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed and wanted to leave, even try to defend yourself, but before you could even get a word out, everyone began to chime in.
“(Name) honey…”
“Birdie how could…this is okay! We will just need to perform the surgery, we can still fix this!”
“Kid, I don’t know how you could even think that this was a smart idea.”
“(Name) don’t worry, after Damian told us his suspicions last night I began to look for doctors. This will all be a mistake of the past.”
“This is why we should’ve gotten involved sooner. Before my blood-sibling could make such a foolish choice.”
Truthfully you tuned most of them out, except for Dick and Tim mentioning the surgery.
You remember studying this back in history class. Unwanted bonds, both platonic and romantic, have been around since ancient times. Over the centuries various methods have been used to try and remove these bonds, however with the delicate area where these bonds are located it would often lead to death.
It was until Dr. Susan Carter who performed the first successful removal of a bond both on the wrist and neck in 1847 that there was finally a way for people to have a way to free themselves from their circumstances.
Your family was now proposing that this surgery would be done to you…you who had bonded willingly and happily.
“What about what I want?!” You yelled looking around at the shocked faces of the table, “You all have ignored me for years! I lived as a stranger in my own house. Will you all go around playing family without me! Now, what? You all got hit upside the head and remembered I exist?! Too fucking late! I don’t want anything to do with you!”
Dick was the first to speak of course, “(Name) it isn’t like that! Damian found a notebook of yours left out on the table, and we realized just how much time has passed without us even noticing! But we’ll make it right now! You’re our baby! You need to be taken care of! Yes, you made a big mistake with this bond, but we’ve all made mistakes! It’s going to be okay, you just have to let us fix it!”
Each Wayne was slowly rising from the table, looking ready to pounce.
Journal? You didn’t leave a journal out, you never leave anything out.
Your diary.
Before you even attempt to lay into them, you take a quick glance around the room and decide.
You need to run.
You quickly throw your hot tea in Damian’s face, your food at Bruce, and push your chair towards Dick and take off running to the garage.
While they quickly recovered, they were also scared about being too rough with you. You weren’t a criminal or a vigilante, you were their child/baby sibling, this bond was just misguiding you, but they could fix it!
The moment you got into the garage, by the skin of your teeth, you slammed the door, locked it, and moved the wheeled tool box in front of the door.
They began banging and smashing themselves into the door, while it wouldn’t hold forever, it was a door in Bruce’s manor meaning it was fortified enough to give you time.
You grabbed keys with a red bat on it and quickly unlocked the vehicle.
“Is that my bike?! (Name) you are fourteen! You cannot be riding that by yourself, it's way too dangerous! Let us in!” Jason hollered as the pounding grew more intense as you only had minutes left if you were lucky.
You started the bike, opened the garage, and slowly got your bearings before running into Tim in the driveway.
“(Name), sweetie, just let us help you - we want to take care of you.”
“No! You want to control! That’s all you ever do!”
You revved the engine and went fast.
Tim ducked out of the way, but you felt something hit your tire.
Probably a tracking device, but that wasn’t your problem now.
As you approached the gate, you clicked a button on the dash Jason installed to get it open.
You could hear your family running towards you, but without looking back you look off, quick at first, before slowing down greatly.
This was Gotham after all.
And it was time to leave for good.
A/N: Hi everyone!! I’m so sorry for the constant delays! This week was surprisingly busy! But I hope this chapter can improve your Sunday night/Monday morning! Thank you guys for all your support with the series and the kind words, it truly means a lot!
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Summary : Bruce comes home from a stressful day with his meetings to find you and Clark have already started .. it would be rude if he didn’t join
This is the first time I’ve written something like this !! I love my divider on this !
Contents : Bruce is MEAN, Clark is a sweetie. Swearing ,threesome. Oral (f and m receiving) double munch. Rough sex, size difference,slight size kink ,P IN V UNPROTECTED, slight sexism ?? ,Spanking , polyamory, , spitting ; DEGRADING, whimpering, overstimulation , double penetration, hair yanking , MLM x reader , extreme aftercare
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There was no greater feeling than coming home after a long day at work , You, Clark and Bruce had all moved into Bruce's manor a little while ago for convenience. Sure , people found it weird that you were in a polyamorous relationship and had two boyfriends who also were together. But you simply didn't care.
You close the door of the mansion and hum making your way into the living room, Clark was sat there , tie slightly undone and the top button of his shirt open , one leg crossed over the other reading a book. The second he sees you he closes the book with a soft smile and spreads his legs tapping his knee.
You smile walking over and he pulls you by the waist onto his lap , he smelled like fresh laundry , newspaper and a subtle cologne. "Hey pretty lady" He has the biggest grin ever looking up at you. You push his glasses up his nose and beam at him. "Hey pretty boy" You leaned down to press a soft kiss onto his nose and then onto his lips causing his cheeks to go slightly red.
"How was work honey?" He asks stroking one hand through your hair like you're the most delicate thing on this planet. "Good!! The usual. Dumb questions from customers. Did you have a good day any fun stories?”
He lets out a low chuckle. "Oh you know saved some people.. wrote an article the usual!" He grins and you roll your eyes at him playfully before leaning down to kiss him slowly and deeply. He kisses back with the same energy and pulls away tugging on your lower lip slightly.
"Easy sweetie. Don't start something you can't finish... Bruce comes home soon" he coos. But despite his words he was back to kissing you in no time. This time deeper. Tongue lashing into your mouth and hands grasping at your ass gently rocking it against his crotch.
"I suppose we can make a start honey." He reaches one hand up to your waist effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder as he starts climbing up the stairs making you squeal. He gently throws you on the bed climbing on top of you to kiss you sweetly and hungrily at the same time. You groan into his mouth and he trails the kisses down your neck as he rocks his hips against yours.
"Can you take your shirt off?" He asks and you nod peeling it off leaving you in your bra and breasts spilling dangerously. He groans at the sight taking his shirt off before helping you take your bra off wasting no time to wrap his lips around one of your nipples , his other hand grasping and squeezing at your other breast.
"Love things mffmhn things so mfhmm.. much" he mumbles mouth full of your breast. "So beautiful" He coos pulling off with a pop taking his shirt off.
"Let me take care of you sweet girl.. is that okay?" He looks up at you with his blue eyes patiently achingly hard.
"Of course Clark" You confirm and he pulls your cute work pants down then pulling your thong down your legs with his teeth. You hear him whimper at the sight dragging his finger up your wet folds before popping into his mouth and humming.
"Gosh honey you been waiting for me all day ?" He coos before leaning down to lap at your wet pussy making you whine and pull on his head tugging him closer. He groans throwing your legs over his shoulder sucking at your clit and starting to use his fingers at the same time dragging them in and out of your pussy .
"My baby tastes so good for me.." He groans harder rutting his hips against the bed and the door is thrown open making you shriek and Clark lifts his head up chin coated in your juices.
It was Bruce. Apparently in a really shitty moody from his meetings. His eyes lingered a dark greyish blue.
"Hi baby!" You tried to be sweet and he scoffs looking at you both yanking his tie off and shirt off.
"Nice to see you started without me" He scoffs dropping to his knees wasting no time to dive between your legs. A little more rough than Clark is making you shriek and arch your back.
"Jesus Christ Clark you've made a mess of her!" He grunts pushing Clark's head down to join in eating you out at the same time, you shriek as Clark sucks on your clit and Bruce grabs your leg throwing it over his shoulder and pushes his tongue inside you lapping at you like a man starved. They swap over Bruce now on your clit lifting his head spitting viciously before hooking his lips around your clit all over again, you were whining loudly.
"Boys! Please!" You shrieked legs already shaking from how sensitive you were yanking at their hair.
Their tongues wind up clashing against his other practically making out with each other and your pussy at the same time , you whine even more when they pull away now kissing each other in front of you, Bruce spitting into Clark's mouth and palming him at the same time.
"Boys.." You whimpered rubbing your legs together to get a sense of friction and glide your hand down to rub your own clit biting at your lip.
"Awee poor baby's fucking desperate" Bruce scoffs leaning down to give your pussy attention all over again lapping so tongue even faster than before. It didn't take much getting that familiar pit feeling and before too long you clench your eyes shut coming down with your high soaking his face. Bruce grabs Clark's face again kissing him before towering over you and grabbing you by your neck pulling you into a deep searing kiss that makes your head all fuzzy.
He grabs at your waist spinning you around and propping your legs up so you're on all fours leaving a gentle smack on your ass.
"Clark's gonna fuck you now.. aren't you superman?" Bruce coos.
"Uh.. if that's okay with you baby I'd like that." He asks you softly leaning to brush your hair out of your face.
"Mhmm yes please! " you confirm and he pulls his boxers down letting his dick spring up against his stomach. You feel his tip push against your entrance. Your earlier release making it really easy for him to push inside you and you both groan. Bruce lets out a dark chuckle taking his boxers off and wrapping his hand around his thick dick pumping himself a few times watching as Clark starts fucking you.
You whine feeling him drag his veiny dick along your throbbing walls and you look back and he places his hands on your hips gently and leaning over.
"You okay baby ? Need me to ease up" You shake your head and Bruce scoffs slightly climbing onto the bed in front of you.
"She's a big girl Clark she's fine." He tilts your head offering his dick to your mouth. A grin across his face and his greyish blue eyes sparkling.
"Want my dick in your mouth?huh yeah. You know you fucking do" You nod at him wrapping your mouth around his dick slowly and bob your head in sync with Clark's thrusts whimpering around him and clenching around Clark's dick.
"Oh there you fucking go you nasty fucking slut" Bruce groans grabbing at your face to thrust his dick down your throat more rough making you splutter.
"Bruce! Baby Don't call her that.. and be gentle... she's tiny." Clark glares at Bruce still thrusting into you slightly rough but not too much to overwhelm you.
"She likes it!" Bruce chuckles shoving his dick further into your mouth and you whimper gagging eyes watering and you can feel Clark slow his thrusts making you whine more desperate.
"Bruce. At least call her pretty !" Clark builds his pace up again.
"She knows she's pretty. She's a pretty fuckin slut. Better?" He grabs at your hair to drag your mouth along his dick faster.
"You're doing so good for us baby.." Clark coos leaning over to kiss your shoulder and Bruce grabs clark by the throat.
"Fuck her like a man Clark." He spits.
"W..what! No ! Bruce she's tiny.. I'm kryptonian" He splutters out still rutting his hips into you. You were whimpering dripping down Clark's dick.
"I said fuck her like a man! She can take it!" He didn't really mean it. He was just in a shit mood.. but something about his tone made Clark whimper.
Bruce pulls you off his dick by your hair, spit and precum spluttering strings from your mouth.
"You can take it can't you baby?" He coos taunting you and you nod sweetly "I know the safe word it's fine Clark." You smile at Clark turning your head looking over your shoulder. And that was really all the confirmation he needed.
You feel Clark grab your hips a little more harshly fucking into your wet pussy harder than before making you shriek , Bruce grins from ear to ear pushing his dick back into your mouth to silence your noises.
Your eyes watered as you sobbed and breathed through your nose, Clark's thrusts become brutal his balls slapping against your pussy which we're getting drenched from how wet you were clamping down on him.
Clark whimpers "Jesus honey..you're making such a mess sweetie”
Bruce holds onto your head with One hand grabbing Clark with the other into a deep kiss. Clark whines into it still rutting his hips deeply fucking his dick into your pussy at a deeper angle. Bruce was deep into your throat and you were sobbing tears flowing rapidly, mouth stretched out .
You were close to using your safe word. But you couldn’t. This felt like the edge of heaven quite literally.
“Told you she fuckin likes it Clark. Spank her” Bruce grunts into Clark’s mouth. Clark hesitates before bringing his hand down harshly onto your making you gag around Bruce whimpering and bobbing your head more.
“honey I’m sorry.” He gasps tucking a hand under you to fuck your pussy harder and squeeze down on the bulge in your stomach. Your legs like jelly you couldn’t stop it. You felt dizzy and you throbbed around Clark. You moaned loudly around Bruce’s dick reaching your high completely collapsing, Clark groans loudly reaching his high shoving his cum inside you which pushes your mouth further down Bruce. Your whines send vibrations and Bruce shoves your head down more as his dick explodes down your throat groaning loudly.
Your eyes watered more swallowing every drop, your legs shaking like crazy. Bruce pulls you off his dick letting you gasp for air , your throat aching and Clark pulls out immediately pulling you into his arms cradling you. “Honey I’m real sorry.. did I hurt you!? Are you okay?” He coos stroking your face placing kisses on your head.
“I’m okay” you sniffle and he shushes you ; Bruce looks at you both with such love in his eyes.
“Clark … stick her in a bath.. she’s done real good … haven’t you baby?hmm?” He coos changing to the softer bruce. A rare side. He wipes your tears and Clark sets up the bath before coming back to carefully lift you and places you in the warm bubbly water making you gasp but sigh in relief.
“Is that better honey ?” Clark asks worried. His blue eyes shimmering with kindness.
“Much better .. thanks Clark … you’re good to me” you sniffle and Bruce walks in wearing boxers now and crouches by the bath.
“Hey… I’m sorry I was so rough with you.. I had a bad day at work and that’s no excuse okay.. you did so fuckin good kiddo” he sighs leaning down to kiss the top of your head and then kisses Clark’s temple.
“I’ll go make you some tea…” He smile slightly before walking off leaving you with Clark.
He helps you clean up being extra delicate with your sensitive areas before drying you off.
“You want a hoodie ?” He asked so softly crouching down to your eye level and you nod. He smiles again grabbing one of Bruce’s hoodie and putting it over you , letting it fall below your knees before pulling you in for a hug.
“Let’s get you to bed baby okay?” He helps you to the bedroom and this time Bruce wastes no time pulling you into his arms passing you the tea rubbing your back. He knew he was a bastard. He knew how rough he could be. But aftercare. Was something he wouldn’t skip over.
Not only did the tea help sooth your throat but it practically knocked you out and you were asleep on Bruce’s chest and he grins pressing kisses on your head and brushing your hair.
He turns to Clark who’s watching you both with such love in his eyes. “Hey sorry about before. You are a man. You don’t need to prove that to anyone, you’re good with our girl Clark.” Bruce almost smiles bigger.
“Our girl. I like when you say that Bruce” Clark grins and Bruce rolls his eyes
“Alright alright! Don’t make me regret it” but there’s no malice behind what Bruce is saying. He leans over kissing Clark softly pulling him closer to Bruce’s side. And you had all fallen asleep huddled. Because at the end of the day.
You were loved.
You were safe.
HI??? Hello?? This is like thr first time I’ve written for Bruce?
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You perch on Bruce’s lap in the middle of the night humming an unknown tune, scrolling mindlessly through Instagram as Bruce rubs slow circles on your back. His head rests in the crook of your neck, breathing smooth and calm, as if he isn’t fighting the bone-deep exhaustion he desperately needs to give in to.
“Baby, should we sleep now? I’m getting sleepy waiting for your little shopping time,” he murmurs. His hand stills on your back before he lifts his head from your neck, cupping your cheeks gently and tugging your attention away from your phone.
You pout. “I didn’t get what I want yet, Brucey.” With an exaggerated sigh, you fall against him dramatically, one hand on your chest to add to the act—anything to lure him into spending more time with you after patrol. “Still got lots to think about. What to buy. It’s stressing me out.”
“Sweetheart…” Bruce sighs, brows furrowing, lips pressed into a thin line as his body sinks into the leather chair. “I just got home from patrolling… cut me some slack, please, baby. I… really need rest this time.”
That’s new. Bruce is never this desperate for rest, at least not with you. He usually despises stopping even for a moment. After patrol he’d normally head straight down to the Batcave, analyzing Wayne Enterprises data or scanning for new Gotham crime patterns. But now… his eyes are already half-lidded, lips forming that soft pout he gets when he wants attention. His face leans into your small palm before his eyes flutter shut, his body going slack.
That’s when you know—you better be a good girl and not mess with his mood.
So you mumble an “okay,” slipping off his lap. He groans at the loss of warmth, but you quickly grab his hand, pulling him up from the chair and guiding him toward the bed. You push him gently by the shoulders, and he blinks at you in confusion.
“What is this about…? Are you mad at me, baby?”
You chuckle softly, shaking your head as you help him lie down properly, adjusting the pillow under his head before settling beside him with a tired huff. You slide one arm under his chest, the other around his torso, your chin tucked on top of his head.
That’s when he realizes—
“Am I the little spoon today?” he murmurs, amused at your attempt to be the big spoon, even though your arms barely reach halfway around him.
You mumble sleepily, “Yeah… wanna be the big spoon even though I’m clearly the princess one here. But that’s okay. Wanna spoil my man tonight.”
A small smile tugs at his lips, his heartbeat quickening as he feels your hands patting his back—the same way he always does when you fall asleep. You press a soft kiss to his forehead before murmuring a good night.
Bruce’s eyes soften in the dark. He leans in, resting his weight against your chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he whispers back, “I love you, baby.”
Pairings: Platonic! Yandere! Batfam x Spider Venom! Reader
Summary: The relationship between you and Bruce, your biological father, had always been bare bone, and that goes for your siblings as well. You never made a big deal out of anything and kept to yourself. Bruce also seems troubled at finding out information about you after knowing how neglectful he has been.
Chapter Warnings: Talks of abuse | wealthy people being assholes mentioned | switching pov's between Reader and Bruce | Damien being a little shit | Bruce realizing he knows nothing about Reader | Bruce doesnt realize how old Reader is either lmao | Alfred being lowkey an instigator
Author's Notes: Now that I have like 5 series to write for expect random chapters being thrown out lol whatsver strikes my mood will be written + posted! Currently working on 3 separate Avatar fics, this Batfam pic, and a Yaujta fic so be patient please 😩
Word Count: 8.4k
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Chapter Four:
You didn't hate your family, but you didn't like them either. On one hand they didn't force you to join their nightly activities but that also meant being left out since their secret identities were a big part of their lives. You never were close to any of them in particular, honestly Duke and Tim were the only ones you've actually had conversations with, although it was more like small talk before they were whisked away for more important matters.
Your father was in the middle, while you actually had conversations with the man they were long ago, now the most you get from him is a grunt or hum.
You did not hate Bruce, he was not a bad man in any way. He gave you a roof over your head and your own black card for anything, which you often used to buy necessities but there has been the occasional time you bought supplies for a new hobby you wanted to try.
You will admit that coming home and occasionally catching the whole family, Alfred included, in the kitchen or living room all laughing or just relaxing did crack your heart a little. Watching everyone get along and forget about the fact that you lived at the manor broke you, but you never minded. After all, how were you supposed to get along with a whole family consisting of vigilantes? You did your part by attending many gala's in Bruce's favor and often saw how other wealthy parents treated their children and considered yourself lucky. Bruce never hit you, or berated you, or even let you fend for yourself, he gave you everything.
Just not his attention.
Now here you are sitting down trying to eat dinner while your father, who you saw earlier at the gala, is standing at the doorway in the kitchen.
You didn't look up to meet his gaze, instead focusing on finishing your dinner, you knew that Bruce saw you at the gala and he probably wanted to check on you before leaving. Of course he didn't know that you knew about his secret identity.
“What happened to them?” Bruce turned to look at Alfred, who was standing at the sink.
“It seems as if a villain managed to cause some damage at the building Master Y/N was attending a gala, they got some minor scratches but are otherwise fine.”
You couldn't help the small eye twitch, they did know you were sitting right there right?
“Hm. Were they alone during the attack?”
“No, Peter Parker was there who had more serious injuries but was sent to the hospital for further inspection-”
A cluttering noise filled the room along with a loud screech as you stood abruptly and dropped your silverware. You almost forgot about your friend! Was he okay? Did he have any internal injuries? Were Aunt May and Uncle Ben okay?
“Master Y/N? What is wrong?”
“I need to call Aunt May and Uncle Ben!” You quickly replied to the butler before you tried to move past the two tall men. That's when you felt it, a tingling sensation of the back of your neck and before he could, you yanked your arms back just as Bruce went to grab you.
You could see the surprise on his face before your body moved on its own and you threw yourself out of the way as Damien was coming to the kitchen entryway.
“Hey!-”
“Sorry!” You called out over your shoulder before running back to your room and slamming the door open. You quickly grabbed your phone on the nightstand before immediately calling Uncle Ben, who you had on speed dial.
Ring-Ring-Ring
“Wonder when you'd call.”
“Uncle Ben! Are you okay? Is Peter okay? Is he breathing? Aunt May is she- “
“Relax sweetheart. Take some deep breaths.” You could hear the amused tone in the older man's voice, you let out a small sigh before taking some large breaths in and letting them out.
“Im fine, Aunt May is fine, and Peter is fine. Just some bruising and small cuts, according to him you saved his life!”
You couldn't help the warm feeling crawling up your neck. “Saving his life is a bit of an exaggeration, but I'm glad everyone's good.”
After some more small talk and even saying hi to Aunt May, you hung up and let out a large sigh of relief. You didn't hesitate to plop down onto your bed and you have never been more glad that Alfred made you shower before eating.
You snuggled up to your pillows and not even a full 5 minutes later you were out like a light, exhausted after everything.
Bruce never considered himself a good parent, but he also didn't think he was a bad one either. He tried his best to give each of his children the best chance at success, while he did push them towards the Robin/Batgirl route he would not force them to carry the mantle.
All except you.
When Bruce first met you after your mother's mysterious death in a plane crash he had to do a double take. You looked just like him, from the outlines of his face to the shape of his nose and even to the resting 'Wayne' face everyone said he had.
There was no denying you were his.
Maybe that is what caused Bruce to be distant, the fact that you were a carbon copy of him and even got Alfred to make a comment about how you reminded the butler of Bruce in his younger days made him feel uneasy.
Of course he didn't even try and get you to be a sidekick, there was no way he would be able to focus with you by his side. Bruce tried to show up in your life, but every time you locked eyes with the man he just left you in the hands of Alfred.
Bruce, or Batman in this case, was doing his usual patrol routes with Robin (Damien) when he managed to spot someone on a glass roof of some building he recognized. It was a common place that gala's were often held, it was high class and spacious, perfect for the uptight and frankly boring parties that companies, or wealthy people in general, would throw.
Of course it didn't take long for Batman to spot the giant bomb on the back of this person's back and after some back and forth, Robin managed to send the man crashing into the roof causing the bomb to go off, and for debris to fall inside the building.
When Batman looked through the roof he felt his heart almost stop.
You were there.
What were you doing at a gala? Surely you didn't enjoy them right?
He also noticed the boy you were with, who the hell was this kid? And why were you dancing so close? You were way too young to date anybody! At least that's what he told himself.
Batman also noticed how you pushed the boy out of the way before the roof came crashing in, but before he could move-
“The man is now in police custody.” Damien's voice cut through the night air, making Bruce look back at the boy. They exchanged a few more words before Bruce looked back only to see you gone, of course he spotted you with Alfred in front of the building a few seconds later and took this as a sign to return home.
Bruce needed to talk to you.
. . .
What Bruce wasn't expecting was for you to be so, uh small? Not necessarily physically but more so in the space you were in. It's as if you were trying to take up as little space as possible, which only served to confuse Bruce more. This house was certainly big enough for everyone, so why were you trying to shrink in on yourself?
The man asked Alfred about you, despite you being right there, in hopes that you would speak out. You did not.
It wasn't until Alfred had mentioned Peter something, Barker maybe? Or was it Farker? Either way he mentioned a boy's name, and Bruce immediately thought of the boy you were dancing with and who, in his opinion, was way too close to you physically to just be dancing.
That's when you stood up suddenly and exclaimed something about calling before you tried to leave. Bruce tried to stop you, so he could actually talk to you, but when he reached his arm out it's like you knew what he was going to do as you dodged his grab and then dodged Damien as he was coming inside the kitchen.
Bruce stared after you in genuine surprise.
When the hell did you get so agile? How did you know he was going to try and grab you? Bruce never put his hands on his kids, no matter the scenario, he did not tolerate hitting kids at all.
It wasn't luck either, the movement it took to pull those stunts off were trained as if you have practiced over and over again.
“What happened to them?” Damien asked as he strolled in to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. “Also when did they learn to dodge like that? Even for a civilian it wasn't bad form.”
Bruce took a second before blinking over at Alfred, who was cleaning off the table.
“Has Y/N been taking any uh self defense classes? Or acrobatics? Anything related?” The man watched as the butler shook his head.
“Master Y/N has shown interest in many things over the years but anything requiring excessive physical movement doesn't seem to interest them.”
Bruce just stared at the older man, he cleared his throat ever so slightly.
“Do they always attend gala's? They never seemed interested in the whole high society type setting.”
“Master Y/N goes to them when you cannot, often filling in for you and taking over as the public speaker for Wayne Enterprises, they are quite charismatic. This specific gala was a celebration for their accomplishments at Oscorp, they had gotten a full-time and paid internship there directly under the head scientists, Dr. Connors.”
Bruce felt his jaw drop.
You? You took over the gala speeches and were charismatic?
Bruce felt an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach but before he could speak, he heard a scoff coming from his other biological child.
“Them? Charismatic? Have you seen them? I do not believe it for a moment.” Damien looked at Alfred with a raised eyebrow. “Do we have any proof of this 'charismatic' person in action?”
Alfred smiles softly before bowing his head slightly. “I do. I have many of their interviews and speeches saved on a hard drive, if you wish you can have your proof.”
Bruce looks between the butler and his son before feeling his phone vibrate, which he looks at immediately. It was Dick, claiming that everyone was waiting for him in the Bat Cave.
Bruce looked up at the two others.
“Damien, meet the others in the Bat Cave. Alfred, can you get me that hard drive?”
Damien nodded immediately and set off to group up with the others while Alfred began leading Bruce to his personal room, where he said the hard drive was held.
Why did Alfred have the hard drive in his personal room? Why didn't you say anything about the internship?
Bruce thought he knew you, just a small, shy and quiet kid, but according to Alfred you weren't really shy which only confused Bruce further.
How could the man who claimed to be your biological father know nothing about his child?
