The paparazzi go wild every time they spot the two of you together, you holding onto his arm, sunglasses to hide your face.
If your from an elite family, the paparazzi would be something you are used to, so just a minor inconvenience.
If, however, youâre not, itâs something that takes a little getting used to. Bruce supports you and makes sure youâre comfortable the whole time.Â
If paparazzi ever try to take it too far, he steps in.
Itâs not often you two go on dates, it gets too hectic and your privacy is often invaded, but when you two do go out it makes it all the more special.
That doesnât mean there isnât special nights at home, either at his mansion or your apartment (you practically live together, but you still like to have some independence so that youâre not totally relying on him and his wealth). Either you or him will make something special, and both of you promise not to work the whole night.Â
Speaking of his nightly work, you know heâs batman. I mean, itâs hard not to know when he comes home every night with new injuries.Â
Youâre always there to treat his injuries. If you didnât know much about medicine, you do now. You knew it would be important to be able to treat him, and the skill has come in handy many times.
You donât just help him with his injuries, youâre there helping him work out. Either heâs using you as motivation or somehow incorporating you into his workout.Â
Though you have to be careful, you may find yourself having to work out with him.Â
He loves that youâre there to greet him every night, and you love that heâs so passionate about making Gotham a better place, though you arenât happy with the way he puts himself in danger.Â
At night, he always has an arm wrapped around you to keep you safe. Some nights he rolls you on top of him, other nights he rolls on top of you.
On the rare occasion that neither of you have anything to do, watching movies together on the couch is a favorite past time.Â
Of course, Alfred loves you, the two of you are constantly teasing Bruce, or drinking tea, or doing puzzles.
Whenever youâre walking home at night, you feel a presence, and you smile knowing that itâs Batman, and lord help whoever is dumb enough to mess with you.
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I would definitely love to see your take on an angst post of list like how you did or situation of how he would react if you were in a dangerous/maiden in distress situation from whom le bad guy is
(Mainly got the inspiration from a pov video on you comfort character screaming after you/for you)
Orrr if not then another cute idea like this one that hsjdjskakakd I can't remember what it was but yeah đ đđ
I think- it was something along the lines where you would try to sneak into the cave/join him secretly in the battles to help him bc of getting sick of him being injured? And ofc him using every possible way to stop you like gurl- u better get back in the house đ𤣠idk something along the lines of that or even more its up to you~
OOOH I am going to do the first one just cause I feel like it's different from what I normally do~
Synopsis: The Batman finding you in a dangerous situation
Warnings: attempted sexual assault, fem Y/N
Type: Oneshot
Dedicated to the hater in my last âThe Batmanâ postâs comment sectionđ
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The streets of Gotham were a strange and dangerous place, but you were one to find the beauty in even the strangest of situations. Take your boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, a reclusive billionaire with hobbies that go bump in the night. While he was the prince of Gotham, he was also its savior. Of course, only a select few people knew this. Luckily for you, you were one of these people.
You were mad when you first found out about his nightly activities, of course you were. It was dangerous work, and it was frusturating that you couldnât do anything to help him. But, you realized what it meant to him and you knew that forcing him to stop wasnât fair. So, you embraced it. You tried to look at the positives: youâre boyfriend was making the city a better place, and you knew that he has a totally awesome girlfriend always ready to patch him up.Â
Your thoughts always tended to wander towards Bruce and Batman every time you were walking in the city at night. Itâs a guilty pleasure of yours, you know itâs dangerous, yet you canât stay away from the serenity of Gotham at night. Itâs a time where you can think and gaze upon the moon. But still, you knew the dangers lurking around every corner, and every sudden noise had you startled, clutching your purse tighter to your chest.Â
It was a particularly loud noise of what sounded like a fight between multiple men that finally sent you walking at a much faster rate. You tried to calm your blood pressure and not panic, you looked to the sky and felt a little bit of ease at the batman symbol, knowing he was out tonight. You were so busy looking up that you werenât processing what was happening behind you.Â
The fighting had stopped with the sudden thud of a body slamming to the ground, and the attackers had turned their attention to someone else - you.Â
Trigger warning below (attempted SA):
You felt a pair of hands over you, pulling you away and shoving you into an alley. Every sense became totally clear and you were painfully aware of everything going on around you.
The guy touching you said, âdonât worry baby, weâre not going to hurt you like we did the other guy, weâre just gonna have some fun instead.â You could feel his hands going everywhere on your body, and bile started to rise in your throat.Â
There was another guy, too, carefully keeping watch. He spoke up, âhey man, just grab her purse, itâs getting late.â
âYou go on ahead, then, I donât think this girl is gonna be giving me much trouble.â It was painfully true, you had been shoving and pushing and scratching but it was no use. He had caught you by surprise and was much bigger and stronger. You tried desperately to remember the self defense moves Bruce taught you, but through your adrenaline-ridden body and your panic, it was no use.Â
You screamed, as loud as you could, but were cut off by a slap from your attacker. âShut up, bitch. No oneâs coming to save you.â
It was just as he managed to undo his buckle that the lookout started to panic, âhey, hey-!â He shouted out right before he was slammed to the ground by an object thrown from the shadows.
Your attacker looked to the direction the object had flown from and loosened his hold on you. You took that opportunity to shove him away. You were frozen in place, relief taking over as you saw none other than The Batman striding out from the shadows.Â
The look on his face had you scared, and you were by no means the target of his rage. Instead, it was aimed at the assaulter, who looked like he was about to piss his pants.Â
With no warning, Batman lunged at him, knocking the both of them to the ground, Batman straddling the bad man. He unrelentlessly sent punch after bloody punch to your assaulterâs face.Â
All you could do was stand there, still in shock. Your blood was pounding in your ears, and you were shaking, but you still felt fine, you thought that it was possible that you would come out of this without trauma, and tried to reason with yourself that he hadnât gotten that far. But you also knew that the fact that you couldnât move right now, couldnât look up from where your boyfriend was beating on the man, wasnât normal.
run, you tell yourself, do something, anything. But you donât, you stop and stare for what felt like 20 minutes, but knew was more like 5.Â
Finally, you start to feel more grounded, and your senses come back one by one. You realize your Bruce is still punching, and you know that he has to stop. As you make your way over to him, still slightly shaking, you hold down the vomit that is trying to claw its way out of your throat and reach out a hand, putting it on his shoulder.Â
âStop. Just, stop.â You say, softly.Â
He stops mid punch, putting his hand down after a couple long seconds. He slowly turns around, getting off the body that was either unconscious or dead, and getting on his knees before you. He doesnât look you in the eyes until you tilt his head up.
âThank you,â you say, wrapping your arms around his head.Â
In reciprocation, he wraps his strong arms around you, pushing you into him.Â
âIâm so sorry, Iâm so sorry,â he keeps repeating, almost sounding crazed.
âShhh... itâs not your fault, not at all.â
Eventually, the weight of the alley crushes into you, until you feel like you canât breathe. âCan we... can we please leave now,â you say, holding back tears as you try to fight back memories of what just happened to you.
Bruce gets up and takes your hand. As you look up at him, you realize you want to see Bruce, not Batman, thatâs who you need right now. You start clawing at his mask and he puts his hands on yours to stop you. He takes off his mask and you look at him, really look at him. You run your fingers over his face and find comfort in every sharp angle.Â
You hadnât realized you were crying until he wipes the tears from your face. âCâmon, letâs go home,â he says while grasping your hand, pulling you towards the mansion.Â
