#brucefic

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Mercenary/Reader

Plot: It has been a really stressful day, the only thing you want is to relax without any moron interrupting your day.

Prompts: 59 - “Who is this lovely young thing?” & 64 - “And you’re… well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear” & 69 - “I just thought I’d sit here quietly”

Warnings: None really

JOKER: *Sitting on a couch drinking whiskey next to the autor* Unless you consider Batman as a warning?

AUTOR: *Reading a magazine* Batman is not a warning.

JOKER: *Looks at autor as if they had grown two heads* Excuse you, Who sais it?

AUTOR: *Keeps reading the magazine* Me

JOKER: *Frowns* Why?

AUTOR: *Flips the page* Because I’m God, and I write what I want.

JOKER: *Pouts and croses his arms over his chest* Whatever.

AUTOR: *Looks at Joker* You’re just grumpy because you don’t apear in this fic.

JOKER: *pouts even more* I could kill you, you know?

AUTOR: *Returns the attention to the magazine* Oh yeah, but you wouldn’t have a fic then *smirks*

JOKER: *Takes a sip from the whiskey* I hate you. *Looks at autor again* Can I have a fic for myself?

AUTOR: I’ll think about it *flips a page*

Word Count: 1588 Words

A/N: This is my very first DC fanfic. I was planning on doing DC fics but didn’t have any ideas until I saw a picture of Christian Bale, and recalled all those feelings I had long ago forgotten about him, I mean he IS Batman, The Batman. So, here you go, hope you enjoy this fic. And special thanks to my good friend @beccollie18 for being supportive and helping me to polish some details about this fic.

Based on this song -> The Rise Of Chaos - Accept

Tonight, it was a rainy night. You have always loved rain. Gotham had a different glow that held spellbound and you worshiped those eventides though they held danger inside. That was the reason you walked out in the night these days. The bills won’t pay themselves.

As the rain kept pouring down dampening your Y/H/C hair, you adjusted your earbuds and slid your hands inside your black leather jacket pockets, walking by the almost empty alley illuminated by a dim light, perfect place for a meeting. You could see how your target walking five steps ahead of you, was starting to feel nervous, fidgeting with the zipper of his jacket, probably feeling someone behind him. Quickly! Find a place to hide. Turning your head to your left you saw a backdoor of some business, perfect to hide a person between its walls. Bingo! At the same time you hid, he turned on his heels as you predicted. Damn it! Hope he didn’t notice me. Without taking the device out of your right pocket, you pressed play to start recording.

“You’re late!” You heard an angry deep male voice shout. Maybe the contact of your target.

“Had to make sure no one was following me!” He replied. Well, not a great job.

“Bulshit, Melvin. You know the boss does not like to be made him wait” The first man explained angrily.

“I know. I’m sorry, sir” Sir? Is there another one? The boss maybe?

“If you know this, why you’re late?” A man with a thick Russian accent spoke, sending shivers down your spine, or was it the cold rain? That must be him, the boss.

Then three shots were heard in the silent night. Shit shit shit, I’m fucked. Gotta run from here. You were caged you placed your hands on both walls and looked up, the rain falling on your eyes.

“That way they will learn manners” The Russian man spoke, “You know it is impolite to spy and eavesdrop?”

28 hours before...

“I still don’t know how you got a reservation, so quickly. I mean, it’s the trendy restaurant” Your friend Ginna cheered excited as you four climbed the stairs heading towards the hotel entrance. Today was a girls night, and nothing was gonna stop you.

“Or hotel for that matter” Jess added.

“Well, I did get a reservation because they were raffling a dinner for four people and I happened to won the ticket” You explained throwing them a bitchface.

“Really nice. You are lucky, girl. And we love you for that” Noah joked earning a laugh from all of you.

“Yeah” You rolled your eyes “But don’t get too excited. Maybe we don’t have a table, as you said it is the trendy restaurant” sighing you approached the maître at the main entrance.

The restaurant was something different, top class, with minimalist decoration and a decorative pool on the left. Suddenly you felt underdressed with a simple long black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, your Y/H/L Y/H/C hair hanging loose and dark red lipstick on.

“Good evening ladies” The well dressed gentle maître greeted “Did you have a reservation for today?”

“Sure, to name Y/N Y/L/N” you answered after greeting him with a smile smoothing down a non-existent crumple of your dress, while he proceeds to search for the name on the reservation book. Next to you gathered another four young men neatly dressed in their suits and ties.

“Who is this lovely young thing?” One of them spoke. You didn’t realize he was talking to you until Jess smacked your arm. You turned to him, a tall blonde blue-eyed man, with squinted eyes.

“And you’re… well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear” you sassed making another tall man with dark hair laugh. You recognized this handsome man as Bruce Wayne. Who wouldn't recognize him? But quickly your focus turned to the white-haired maître who was still looking for your name.

“Aha!” He cheered crossing a line over a name “Miss Y/L/N, your table is ready” Smiling with a nod he let go of the book “Please follow me. Gentlemen, your table is ready too” He explained and you followed him, Mr. Wayne right behind. The man didn’t say he could follow him but he was Bruce Wayne, he did what he wanted.

When you reached your table, you turned to see if your friends were following, you saw they were all at the entrance talking to the multimillionaire playboy's companion. Jess approached you in a hurry after locking eyes with her.

“We are going to visit a tower from where there’s a beautiful sight of the city at this hour,” The smile on her face said everything.

“Come on we’re not gonna have another opportunity like this” you sighed.

“Exactly” She clasped your arm and with a smile, she left again. You shook your head and turn around.

“Seems like we are left alone,” said him.

“Yeah, seems like” you replied turning around completely and almost bumping into his chest. Taking a small breath from your nose you took a seat in one of the chairs prepared for you and without saying a word Mr. Wayne took the seat across from you.

“I just thought I’d sit here quietly” He spoke after watching you raise a brow at him.

To say he was intrigued by you was an understatement. He clearly wanted to know more about the mysterious girl who didn’t give him more than a side glance and earned from him a natural wholeheartedly laugh. The first one after many years since he was a kid.

The evening went perfectly. The both of you laughed, shared stories from your past, from your present and told some funny embarrassing stories. It felt as if both of you knew each other since ever. It made you forget that your friends left you to Chuck knows where. It almost made you forget that the man in front of you was Bruce Wayne. Almost. Yup, this was another of his charming conquests. So, when the waiter came back to retire the dishes that carried minutes before the delicious dessert, you knew it was over. After thanking the waiter and telling him to thank the chef for this amazing food, you stood up to leave.

“Already leaving?” Mr. Wayne said following your moves. He wanted to know more of you. The mysterious woman who felt drawn to. He never felt like this before. He needed you by his side, he felt weak but powerful at the same time. In less than an hour, you wrecked all his walls.

“Yup, it’s pretty late and tomorrow I have a lot of work to do. I have spent a lovely evening though, Mr. Wayne” you answered as you both exited the restaurant.

“Me too. Please, call me Bruce, it makes me feel very old. Mr. Wayne was my father” we laughed nervously “May I take you home?” He said while you crossed the street and opened his Lamborgini without taking his hands from the pockets.

“I parked my car here, Bruce,” You said with a smile opening the car next to it. A beautiful black shiny 1971 Jensen Interceptor.

“What was your name again?” Although he knew the answer he had to ask.

“Goodnight, Mr. Wayne,” You said as you got into your car and drove back to home.

Bruce followed you and your car with his eyes until you were out of sight.

Current timestamp...

You felt a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your mouth while you heard footsteps coming closer. You tried to kick the one holding you out of instinct but couldn’t feel the ground under your feet. The rooftop? Really? What is going on?!

“If you are going to kill me, do it now” You spoke recovering your breath kneeling on the floor where you landed with a loud thud. Placing your arm in front of your eyes to shield you from the spotlight to your right and the heavy pouring rain did nothing.

“I’m not going to kill you,” A deep raspy voice said while a dark figure grabbed your shoulders and pulled you to him

“Batman,” You said in an almost inaudible whisper knowing full well who it was. You could recognize him anywhere, even in the dark.

Part 2? :3

You wake up with a warm weight against your back, and arm slung round your waist. Eyes closed, smiling, you half-sigh half-yawn. You lie there for a few minutes just enjoying the closeness. Slowly, you move onto your back, careful not to wake him up. Bruce is sound asleep. You watch his face for a few moments. So calm, so peaceful. His hair is a bit messy, partly flopped down onto his forehead. You’re itching to move it back but don’t want to wake him. Propping yourself up on one elbow you watch him sleep. Watch the steady rise & fall of his chest. Listen to his every breath. You could do this all day, it’s so relaxing.

Time zones are a bitch. How about a morning fuck?

Thanks honey. Are you in the mood for belly buttons?