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Office Siren

Dick Grayson x fem! reader x Bruce Wayne

Summary: Bruce catches Dick's productivity declining since you've been hired as his personal assistant, and decides to check in on the two of you. Once he meets you, he decides he wants you for himself

TW: blowjob, messing around under the table, smutty, Dick and Bruce fighting

A/n: this is a great example of what NOT to do in the workplace. this is NOT inspo

Bruce stood frozen in the doorway, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked under his skin. The scene in front of him was an absolute train wreck. Dick sitting behind his executive desk, flushed and panting, his hands gripping onto someone’s hair under the desk.

Then came a muffled voice from beneath the mahogany desk "Dick, I swear to God —mmph, if you push me down one more time—mmmmhph— I’m going to bite you”

You crawled out from under the well of the desk, sitting back on your heels with zero shame. Your skirt was tossed somewhere near the paper shredder,  and your blouse was unbuttoned down to your ribs, with your bra tossed carelessly over the lamp, lipstick smudged all over your chin. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, made a face, and looked up.

When your eyes hit Bruce Wayne’s frame towering in the doorway, you sighed resting your chin on Dick’s knee.

"Oh, fantastic," your voice dripped with lazy sarcasm. "Sir, don't they teach you how to knock? Some of us are trying to earn our keep here."

"Uh…..B. Hey!" Dick said awkwardly, frantically zipping his trousers and nearly catching his own skin. He threw his hands up defensively. "It’s—it’s not what it looks like!"

"Dick, shut up," you scoffed, reaching up to snag your bra off the lamp and casually swinging it around your index finger. "My throat was literally wrapped around your dick five seconds ago. What else could it possibly look like? A team-building exercise?"

Bruce’s steel-blue eyes locked onto you, tracking the movement as you pulled your bra over your shoulders, not even bothering to button your blouse over it.

"Head doesn't count, B!" Dick blurted out, his face burning bright red. "No sex! I was stressed! She was helping me destress!"

"Head doesn't count?" Bruce repeated flatly. "You're on the seventy-second floor of Wayne Enterprises, Richard. On the clock."

"It's called executive privileges, Sir, look it up," you chimed in, tossing your hair back and finally buttoning your blouse. Completely crookedly, off by two buttons, still missing your skirt. "Besides, I’m his personal assistant. Emphasis on personal. I’d say I’m performing my duties above and beyond."

"You were a flight attendant three weeks ago," Bruce said, shutting the heavy oak door behind him with a click. "Before that, a junior reporter. And now you’re actively tanking my quarterly revenue because my son can't keep his dick in his pants past noon."

You leaned back against the edge of the desk, crossing your bare legs and looking Bruce dead in the eye with a smirk "Hey, my resume is dynamic, sir. Adaptability is a soft skill. And for the record, I’m the best damn assistant he’s had. Ask him! I book his meetings and give him a nice fuck before each”

"She handles my calendar!" Dick offered lamely, looking panicked as his eyes bounced between you and Bruce's mounting rage.

"She's handling your dick, Richard," Bruce argued, stepping straight into Dick’s space. "She’s been coasting on charm for years, but Wayne Corp isn't running on your good looks. You’re three weeks behind on the Gotham harbor development reports, and I find her with a mouthful of your dick?”

"Don't talk about her like that!" Dick stood up, towering over the desk to get in Bruce's face. "And don't talk to her like she's trash! She works for me."

"She works for Wayne Corp. Which means she works for me," Bruce pointed out. Not flinching an inch as Dick tried to puff out his chest. Bruce’s gaze drifted over Dick’s shoulder, dropping down to you, taking in your bare hips and your smudged lipstick. "Though looking at her... I can see why your focus died. You're out of your depth, Dick.”

You laughed, resting your chin in your hand. "Oh? And I suppose you know how to, Mr. Wayne? Or is your idea of sex just giving a woman your credit card, and fifteen minutes on your schedule?"

Dick snapped his head back toward you, his jaw dropping. "Do not provoke him!"

"I'm just asking!" you hummed, pushing off the desk and taking a step toward Bruce. "He comes in here, throwing his weight around, judging my work ethic. Meanwhile, Sir, you look like you haven't been properly blown since Christmas”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. He closed the distance between you, stepping right past Dick until he was standing so close that the front of his jacket brushed your bare ribs.

"You want to talk about my schedule, sweetheart?" Bruce purred, the vibration sent an involuntary ripple of heat straight down your spine. He reached out his right hand, taking a firm grip on your ass, digging into the skin beneath your lace panties, tugging on the elastic. "You're reckless and wildly unqualified. But you've got a filthy mouth, and Dick clearly doesn't have the spine to put a leash on it."

"Try me," you whispered, leaning up on your tiptoes "Put a leash on it. I dare you."

"Get your hands off her, Bruce!" Dick argued, shoving his way between you two and grabbing Bruce by his suit lapels. "Seriously! I'll knock your teeth out!"

Bruce clamped a hand over Dick’s wrist, twisting it just enough to break the grip and force Dick back against the desk with a heavy thud.

"Control yourself, Richard," Bruce commanded softly, his eyes never leaving you as you leaned against the desk "You're embarrassing yourself. You can't even keep her satisfied without her looking over your shoulder for an upgrade."

"You bastard—" Dick lunged again, but you smoothly stepped right into the middle of them, putting one hand on Dick’s chest and the other on Bruce’s lapel.

"Boys, boys, please," you rolled your eyes, looking back and forth between Dick's furiously possessive face and Bruce's amused look. "If you're going to kill each other, at least let me grab a glass of scotch first. This is the best entertainment I’ve had all week."

Bruce looked down at your hand on his chest, then brought his gaze back up to your eyes. "Put your skirt on," he ordered softly, his thumb reaching out to catch your lower lip, pressing hard enough to drag across your teeth before smearing the last of your lipstick into a stain. "And pack your desk. As of five minutes ago, you're transferred."

You tilted your head, "Transferred? Where? HR?"

"To my private suite," Bruce whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "My assistant just got fired. Let's see if you can keep my dick in my pants during board meetings."

"Bruce, don't you fucking dare!" Dick argued, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back against his chest  "She’s not going anywhere with you!"

Bruce pulled a crisp handkerchief from his breast pocket, casually wiped your lipstick off his thumb, and tossed the cloth right onto Dick’s chest.

"Eight AM tomorrow. Don't be late," Bruce said smoothly, turning on his heel toward the door. He paused at the handle, looking back over his shoulder at you with a smirk. "And don't bother wearing underwear. It just wastes my time."

The heavy door clicked shut behind him.

Dick whirled you around, gripping your hips so hard his knuckles turned white, his chest heaving as he stared into your eyes. "Tell me you're not going. Tell me you're staying down here with me. You're mine."

"Oh, Dick," you whispered, winding your arms around his neck and dragging him down for a messy kiss. "I think I just got a major promotion."

Obsession x Batfam

Batsib/Batbro/Batsis

Where batsib reader neglected or not meets the love of their life but due to certain circumstances (whatever that may be) they break up and batsibs lover can’t let them go

Where its from a concept from the movie obsession with either an oc or a character as the wisher and reader (batsib/batsis/batbro) is under the spell and how they interact with batfam or just following the premise of the movie

Maybe batsib goes crazy and kills a bunch of people for their love

Like batsib neglected or not was always at the manor or seen around somewhere but now under the spell they’re never around and if they are they’re always taking about their lover or glued to their side

Batfam tries to get to the bottom of what’s happening to batsib and tries to help them by looking for a one wish willow to change the wish or make a new one

Guys please spread this I need someone to write this omgg

Bruce: You were everything…

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(Now platonically)

Bat kids(talking about how he helped them): You were a wonderful experience

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Way to late for this trend but whatever 🤷‍♀️

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