was re-watching The Batman (2022) and i love how Officer Martinez loathes the goth, dark and brooding vigilante Batman with all his being but absolutely loves and adores wet kitten, babygirl, introverted, Mr. I-hate-people-and-going-outside Bruce Wayne.
Martinez calling Batman a freak but visibly smiling and waving at Bruce Wayne during a goddamn funeral. I love that man so much and he loves Bruce Wayne so much more.
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⇨ 「a/n— hey guys… it’s been a while 😅. i’m SO SO SO SO SORRY!! pls forgive me i haven’t had much motivation to write this (or barely anything really) in the last few years. butttt i’m back now and i made this chapter a little longer to hopefully make up for it! i hope you enjoy!」
⇨ 「warnings— incorrect math bc i'm too lazy to figure out how rationing in space would work between two people when it's originally meant for only one, cursing, fluff, and i think that’s it」
⇨ 「word count— 3.7k」
CHAPTER THREE: POTATOES!!
06:53am
It was early the next morning from Mark and Y/n’s meeting. Mark got up before she did, deciding she needed some more rest—even though he did too, but there was too much to do. He couldn’t sleep the day away.
Mark plopped down on a chair in front of a large monitor that was bolted to the wall. The HABJournal, which was what illuminated the screen. He typed in his username and password with ease, trying to stay as quiet as possible for his roommate.
Y/n was cuddled up in a thick blanket on her designated bed sleeping soundly, soft snores escaping her lips every now and then, reminding Mark that she’s here. She’s really here.
The HABJournal screen unlocked, mirroring Mark’s reflection back to him as he began the log entry.
MISSION DAY — SOL 19
He sighed and looked back at Y/n, her back facing him as he watched her chest rise and fall. A small smile crept up on his face before turning back to the screen. His smile dropped as he began softly talking to the log.
“Hello, this is Mark Watney, astronaut,” he pulled the blanket wrapped around him a little tighter. “I’m entering this log for the record… in case I—we don’t make it. It is 06:53 on Sol 19 and we’re alive. Obviously.”
Mark pauses for a brief moment before continuing, “I’m not alone, either. Astronaut Y/n L/n is also alive, she’s just asleep.” He tugs on the blanket around him again, “But I’m guessing that’s gonna come as a surprise to our crew mates and to NASA. And to the entire world, really, so… surprise!” A small smile lifted up his lips, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes as he tried to joke. Mark continued to explain the situation to the log, mentioning how he got hit, and what Y/n told him about her accident.
The log wasn’t very log, maybe a minute or two. Mark tried to keep it short and simple, straight to the point, figuring that he would make daily logs for other astronauts and NASA (hopefully).
Once he clicked off the recording, he heard a soft shuffle from his best friend’s direction. His head quickly snapped towards her, silently wishing he didn’t wake her up, even though he tried so hard to be quiet. She went through a lot yesterday, and Mark wanted her to get as much sleep as she could so she could heal up. So, he made sure to not disturb her and let her wake up on her own, even though she would probably get onto him about it later, he didn't care. Her wellbeing was all Mark cared about, and he was going to make sure nothing happened to her, even if it's the last thing he does.
———
Later that evening, Y/n was up and the two were sat side by side at Mark's desk, blankets cuddled around them and snacks in hand. There was a storm outside, and the wind was the only thing they heard in their silence. Mark had his feet propped up on the desk, and Y/n had her legs swung over Mark's—their legs created an X as they watched the storm's data from Mark's computer. It beeped as it fluctuated, both of their faces remaining neutral as they watched.
A little while later, they began putting their fellow astronauts' things in tubs with their names labeled on the lids. There was no reason for their stuff being out to remind the two of their friends that they might not see again. It was just depressing looking at their things.
Once they were done, Mark stood there for a second, making Y/n look up. They haven't really spoken all day, the weight of the fact that there was no hope for them crushed them.
"Mark?" Y/n spoke, voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't meet her gaze, only starring into the distance. "We're not gonna die here." He then looked back at her with a serious face before walking up to her, grabbing her hands gently and rubbing his thumbs over the backs of them. "We're gonna make it out of here, okay?" He made it a promise without saying it was one. Of course, there was no guarantee that they would make it out of this desolate planet alive, but Mark was going to do everything in his power to make sure they did.
Y/n nodded her head, not even questioning his words. They didn't need negativity or logic. They needed hope. And she was going to make sure that they both had it. Mark was the brains, Y/n was the heart. And together, they can do anything. Even get out of Mars alive.
———
SOL 21
A couple of days had passed and Mark and Y/n were beginning to work on rationing out their supplies so they could last longer on Mars. Mark was currently counting the sweet and sour chicken, while Y/n was finishing up counting the mac n cheese packets. "How many did you count, Y/n/n?" Mark asked as he placed the last pack of chicken in a container.
She looked up, "42 packs of mac n cheese." Mark nodded, writing that down under the Lunch category in his notebook that was filled with all the amounts of food they have left. He then got up with the container and placed them in the open cupboard, his best friend following behind him with her own container of food. He took it from her hands, placing it on the shelf before closing it up.
Mark sighed, "This won't last long enough for the both of us."
Y/n frowned at him, reaching out to his arm and rubbing up and down gently. "We'll make it work." The man only shook his head, about to say something in response, but Y/n beat him to it. "Mark, we're gonna figure this out, okay? I know it seems impossible, but try to stay positive." She gave him a small smile in hopes of lifting his spirits up, not moving her hand away from him.
He met her eyes, "You're right."
She scoffed playfully, "Of course I'm right." She removed her hand and walked away to continue counting a different type of packaged food, leaving Mark in his thoughts. He missed the warmth of her touch as soon as it left.
A little while later after the two were done counting up their rations, Mark walked back into the living quarters from the bathroom with an idea. He strode into the lab, making a beeline to the cupboard filled with their only food. Y/n's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the man marched by her desk with determination. "Mark?" She got up and followed him, watching as he opened the cupboard and pulled out a sealed white container labeled "DO NOT OPEN UNTIL THANKSGIVING". He opened it and grabbed a package of vacuum-sealed potatoes, holding them up and inspecting them.
In confusion, Y/n walked up next to her best friend, peering over his shoulder, leaning closely into his back. Mark felt her breath on his neck from her close proximity, feeling his stomach do flips. He turned his head to come face to face with her. "I have an idea." She gave him a look that showed curiosity. "And you're not gonna like it."
———
After explaining his plan, Y/n's nose scrunched up in disgust. No matter how nasty it sounded, she knew that they had to do whatever they could in order to survive.
Mark pulled up an extra chair next to the HABJournal monitor before sitting down in his own and patting the other chair next to him for Y/n to sit in. She plopped down next to him and rolled her chair closer to Mark's while also moving closer to the desk.
LOG ENTRY — WATNEY #13
He turned on the camera without a word. He told Y/n that he was keeping video logs so their progress could be tracked and just in case anything happens to them. Y/n immediately shut down the "just in case", but ultimately agreed on the idea of keeping logs. It was a smart idea.
Once the monitor started recording, Mark began the log with a wave before motioning to the woman beside him. "This is Y/n. Like I said in my previous logs, she is also alive with me on Mars."
She gave the camera a shy wave, "Hi."
Mark looked at her with a soft smile before turning his attention back to the task at hand. "Right, let's do the math. Our surface mission here was supposed to last 31 sols. For redundancy, they sent 78 sols worth of food. That's for 7 people. So for just me, that's gonna last 310 sols which I figure I can stretch to 410 if I ration. However, this is for the two of us, so it would only last to about 205 sols."
Y/n nodded along with Mark, "So, we got to figure out a way to grow three years' worth of food here for the both of us." The man popped a snack into his mouth, making a loud crunch as Y/n spoke. She playfully rolled her eyes before taking one from Mark and eating it. "On a planet where nothing grows."
"Luckily," Mark began, pausing for a moment to pick up two notebooks, one with his name and the title of his occupation on it, and the other had the same but with Y/n's name. "We're botanists."
Y/n smirked and leaned closer to the camera as Mark set their notebooks back down on the desk, "Mars will come to fear our botany powers." The two then looked at each other, ending the log with a loud high five. "Together?"
Mark nodded, his cheeks turning pink, "Together."
———
Later that same day, Mark and Y/n got into their suits and left the HAB, going straight to the back where the human waste was stored. Mark insisted Y/n stayed inside, but the woman was stubborn and wouldn't take no for an answer. And so, now they were both here, dumping their shit—literally—into a container to take back inside the HAB.
"I'm so glad we can't smell this, " Y/n gagged, still hating this idea but they had no choice.
Mark chuckled, "Not yet, at least." The woman only groaned at his words.
After they collected all their shit, the two best friends moved to the solar panels, pushing them back to their original standing position before the storm hit. While Mark was moving the panels, Y/n sprayed them off with a hand-held hose to clean them. "Stupid solar panels," the woman mumbled, not forgetting the large object that impaled her and got her stuck here. At least she had Mark, though, and she couldn't be happier that she was with him, despite the circumstances.
Once they were done, they went back into the HAB to clear off space for their new project. Y/n stayed outside, while Mark collected things they didn't desperately need at the moment, pushing them to the woman so she could somewhat organize the mess that surrounded the HAB.
It took them a couple of hours, but after a lot of work, they were finally finished making room for their garden of potatoes. The two made their way back into the living quarters, peeling off their suits in exhaustion.
"Good work out there today," Mark commented, placing his suit back on the rack before coming over to help Y/n get out of hers. They were both weary of their stapled wounds, trying to take it easy as best as they could.
Y/n smiled as she got her foot out, "You too."
———
A couple of days and staples coming out later, Mark and Y/n managed to get plastic hung up around the ceiling of the lab and covered the floor. The two looked around, taking in their hard work so far and gave each other a high five without sparing a glance. Now was the fun part.
The two botanists were back in their suits and outside of the HAB, shovels in hand as they scooped up dirt into containers to take inside. They had repeated this process until the whole lab floor was covered in dirt, except for a small part that had two chairs. Y/n and Mark sat in the chairs to take a break from their work.
Y/n took a deep breath before taking a sip of her grape juice just as Mark downed the rest of his. "Fuck you, Mars." He mumbled, making his best friend chuckle, a bright, yet exhausted smile on her face.
She held her drink up, "Cheers to that." Mark met her eyes and laughed, admiring her in the light even though they were both covered in sweat. She was just as beautiful as she always was, and there was nothing that could make her seem otherwise.
———
SOL 31
Mark and Y/n finally got all the dirt they needed in the lab, now making dips into it with their shovels. Luckily, it didn't take as long with the two of them working at the same time, and they were making a lot of progress.
Once they were done with the dirt, it was finally time to plant the fertilizer. They both had gloves on their hands as they opened the sealed bags of human waste, some orange ear plugs stuck up their nostrils in attempt to be unable to smell what they were working with.
Mark opened a bag, "Johannsen, Jesus." Y/n just laughed, but scrunched her nose up in disgust as he poured the powdered shit in a bucket, her following by pouring water into the disgusting mixture.
"God, this is so nasty," Y/n could still smell the rank odor of feces, shaking her head as if it would help with the smell.
Mark began stirring the mixture with a wooden stick, pausing a few times to gag. Y/n had to look away, afraid she might throw up if she looked at the brown mixture for too long. Instead, she busied herself by cutting the potatoes in half to double their amount, placing them into a clean container beside her.
After the two finished, they began planting the potatoes into the ground, making sure to spoon out a little bit of the fertilizer into the dirt before they put the potatoes in and squirting water into the holes once they finished. The process was tedious and very annoying, but in time—and with the two of them working together—they eventually filled the entire area with planted potatoes.
The two botanists were covered in sweat by the time they were done, standing up next to each other as they admired their work. "Nice work, L/n." Mark held his hand up, which was covered in dirt.
She smiled and clapped her hand against his, "Thanks, Watney, you too."
Mark lifted his shirt up and wiped the sweat off his face, revealing his stapled wound and his muscular chest. Y/n felt her face begin to heat up, quickly looking away so that Mark didn't catch her staring.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Mark smirked as he began walking out of the lab and towards the living quarters. Y/n's eyes widened and her mouth gaped a little.
Dammit, he caught me. She thought as she watched him walk away as he began to peel his shirt off completely. After unfreezing herself, she let out a scoff and followed him. "I don't have a camera up here even if I wanted to." She came face to face with him, her face showing mock annoyance, his still plastered with a smirk. "Which I don't."
Mark only nodded, giving her a look that screams 'I don't believe you'. He met her eyes, "Whatever you say, sweetheart." And then he walked away, leaving her frozen once again. She felt the butterflies in her stomach flutter around like crazy, her heart picking up speed as she replayed Mark's nickname for her in her head.
Sweetheart? That was new.
———
SOL 36
It was a few days later, and now Mark and Y/n found themselves laying in their separate beds to try and get some sleep. Mark was watching a movie, which Y/n was fine with, noise didn't disrupt her sleep. She was so tired, but no matter how much she tried, she could not get comfortable. It felt like an hour had gone by of her just tossing and turning in her bed.
Every night at the HAB, the heating wouldn't work as hard to conserve power, which in thought was a smart idea. They were asleep, not up and about, so it made sense to not waste energy on trying to keep the place warm. However, that meant that the astronauts had to sleep in icy temperatures with only a couple of blankets to keep warm.
That was her problem.
It was so damn cold in her bed that she couldn't for the life of her get warm. The first few nights was okay, she was still healing up a lot from her wound and it helped her fall asleep and ignore the cold. But now that her injury was getting better, she found it harder to fall asleep each night. She even pulled blankets from her crew mates' beds, but it only helped a little bit.
Y/n eventually just laid there, blankets pulled up to her head, legs curled up into her chest, and her body shivering like a leaf. Maybe if she just laid there for long enough, the body heat would warm her up...
"Y/n?" Mark's voice whispered, careful to not disturb her if she was already asleep, but he doubted she was. He couldn't sleep either, hence to why he was watching a movie.
The woman popped her head out of her blankets, "Yeah?"
Mark shuffled slightly, "Are you okay? You've been moving around a lot."
Shit, she was hoping he wouldn't notice. Y/n sighed, "Yeah, I'm just a little cold. It's freezing in here." ‘A little’ was an understatement.
Mark chuckled softly, nodding his head even though she wasn't looking at him. "Yeah, I'm freezing too. I swear, I don't think even Antarctica is this damn cold."
Y/n let out a small laugh, "I agree and I've never been to Antarctica. I hate the cold."
"Me too," Mark pulled his own blanket up some. He paused, already knowing a solution but was too afraid to ask. He knew it would help you both get some sleep, but what if it was too weird? No, he was just helping a friend out to keep each other warm.
With a sigh, Mark finally spoke up. "Do you... want to sleep with me?" After he said it, he realized how strange that sounded. "I-I mean, lay with me! It'll keep us both warm." He quickly fixed his previous statement, earning a giggle from his best friend.
"I was hoping you would ask, my own body heat is betraying me right now."
And with that, Y/n quickly got up from her bed, making sure to grab the pile of blankets along with her for extra warmth. Mark watched her move, pulling back his covers so she could get it next to him. Before she got in, she threw her blankets over Mark's, creating a tall layer of fleece.
Once Y/n got in the sheets next to Mark, he moved his arm and pulled her closer, hugging his arm around her back. The movie still played in the background, but it fell upon deaf ears as the only thing Mark and Y/n were aware of was each other. They immediately felt their bodies warm up, not just because of their natural heat, but also because they were very flustered.
Mark smiled down at her after she got comfortable, wrapping her own arm around his chest and cuddling into his side. "Better?" Mark asked, giving her back a small rub.
Y/n looked up at him with a bright smile on her face. God, this is what Mark's dreams looked like. Just him and her, no one else around; just sharing intimate moments with one another just like this one. He always fantasized about this moment, imagining her face, the way she felt up against him. And to Mark's pleasure, it was even better than he could ever imagine. He wanted to stay like this forever. If they were going to die on this planet, then so be it. As long as they had each other than Mark was okay with that.
She nuzzled her head into his chest, "You're so warm."
A light chuckle left Mark's lips as he tightened his arms around the woman he loved. "Thanks, you're freezing."
His best friend just shrugged, her smile never leaving her lips. "Well, then we cancel each other out. You can never be too hot, and I can never be too cold."
Mark nodded at her words, not giving her a verbal response, just placing a light kiss to her forehead, just like he always did. Y/n came to realize that forehead kisses were just Mark's thing, it didn't mean anything, at least that's what she assumed.
Before she got too tired, the woman craned her head up and gazed into Mark's eyes. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow, genius?"
Mark sighed, "Well, our problem is water. We have created 126 square meters of soil. But every cubic meter of soil requires 40 liters of water to be farmable."
Y/n let out a breath, "So we gotta make a lot more water."
"Exactly."
The woman grinned, "Good thing is, we know the recipe."
He hummed, "Yep, but that can wait for tomorrow. Let's get some sleep."
"Don't gotta tell me twice," Y/n replied, letting out a deep breath before settling back into Mark's side, her head cuddling into his chest once again to get comfortable. She closed her eyes and listened to her best friend's heart beat—it was beating quite rapidly, but that only brought a smile to her face. She listened to it as it began to eventually slow down, hers doing the same. It only took a few minutes for Y/n and Mark to fall asleep this time. They were glad they found a solution to their sleeping troubles, and it was a win-win that it was being in each other’s embrace.
They were the solution.
Y/n and Mark: the answer to all of their problems.
Martinez is the ultimate Wayne family fanboy, and it all started because his mom was totally obsessed with Thomas and Martha Wayne. In her eyes, they were like Gotham's own JFK and Jackie O—super glamorous, beloved by everyone, and surrounded by all that tabloid drama.
And, of course, Martha Wayne? Basically Gotham's Princess Diana, but with a husband who was actually supportive and a pearl necklace that cost more than your average Gotham salary. Naturally, Martinez grew up with this deep respect and borderline idolization of the Wayne family legacy.
So while other kids were memorizing sports stats, Martinez was that kid casually dropping facts like, "Did you know Martha Wayne wore a custom Dior gown to the '96 charity gala?" He was all about that Wayne trivia, and since Martha Wayne had this whole Lady Di vibe going on—graceful, charitable, and loved by everyone (with none of the messy relationship drama)—it cemented this untouchable image of the Waynes in Martinez's mind.
And don’t even get him started on Bruce Wayne… We all saw in the movie that Martinez has a soft spot for the guy, but Bruce Wayne’s fans in general? They’re like Frank Ocean stans. The second someone snaps a blurry pic of Bruce outside Wayne Tower or at some mandatory charity event, Martinez and the rest of his fans are like, “Omg, he’s still alive!” Cue the virtual fanfare and collective relief like it’s some kind of holiday. They’re basically throwing parties because their reclusive, tragic & mysterious billionaire is still physically breathing.
Side note though: not everyone in Gotham was obsessed with the Waynes before Thomas and Martha. It was really those two who elevated the family name to "golden" status, making the Wayne legacy something everyone looks up to.
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