#patman

bruce was so adorably awkward and anxious that it was cute

you owned a small cafe in gotham. the location was a bit weird, your small and otherwise stubby cafe out of place besides such tall and striking buildings

despite the unusual outward differences between your cafe and the buildings it was smushed between, you had a steady business

people coming in an out and ordering your sweets and coffee, you prided yourself on being authentic in your craft

bruce had been curious about your cafe, finding humor in the fact that it was nearly covered by the larger buildings

he was pleasantly surprised upon his entry though

the place smelled of fresh cookies and pastries, but also of coffee yet it didn’t smell bitter

he was surprised to see you over the counter, taking orders with a small smile

if bruce were to see you anywhere else than the shop, you’d easily intimidate him with your tall stature and toned & slightly buff build

he couldn’t help but slightly oogle at your arms in the white tee you wore, but he passed it off as glancing around the place as a newcomer

“welcome to the cafe,”

i vern your voice made bruce want to talk to you on hours on end, just so he could hear it more

he hadn’t felt this way about someone in such a long time, the feeling was foreign as it weighed on his mind

he gives you a small nod and a nervous smile before taking a seat at the counter

you recognized who he was the moment you’d notice him step into your cafe though, the infamous bruce wayne

he wasn’t like the media portrayed him at all, if anything he seemed to be the opposite

timid, shy, even a little anxious but you could tell that behind his eyes that he was observant and a little withdrawn

“what may i get for you?” you ask, standing in front of the wayne from behind the counter

“what do you recommend? i haven’t been here before…” he softly says, voice barely carrying over the loud yet comfortable sound of the rest of the customers

“i’m not sure what you’d like. mr wayne, but everything on the menu comes from one of my recipes so im sure you’ll enjoy it,” you grinned, pushing a menu towards him

he returns your grin, looking over the menu quickly. “may i get a chocolate chip cookie with a. cup of coffee?” he settles, sliding the menu back to you

“of course,” you reply, and begin to make his order personally.

his order was done in no time and you even stayed a moment to watch his reaction as he tasted a cookie created from your own recipe

it tastes oddly like nostalgia to bruce, a childhood he’d never had but always wanted. warm and soft, just perfect all around.

to make this whole “crush at first sight” thing that bruce has going on worse, he could swear his heart sprouts wings and flutters in his chest at the smile that spread across your face at his reaction to the cookie

bruce knows he’s utterly fucked at that moment.

from then on, bruce becomes a regular. he frequents your cafe often, and the both of you even build a sort of bond

he tries to pass it off to alfred as if he only goes because he fell in love with the sweets and coffee

(which, wasn’t a complete lie seeing as he felt like he melted in his seat everytime he bit into a cookie of yours)

but alfred could see through him, he knew it was something more but he wouldn’t press the issue, he was only glad bruce was actually socializing - for whatever the reason may be

the more bruce came to the bar, the more the both of you interacted

your interactions consisted of mostly you flirting with bruce and the male awkwardly trying to hide his blush and sputtering slightly through a reply

it was all cute to you, the way he’d just smile and look down with a blush whenever you shamelessly flirted with him

the way he listened intently to your rambles

the slight tugging feeling in your heart whenever he had to leave

and eventually that bond grew into something more

he stayed for longer periods of time, sometimes coming in after a hard day of whatever he did in his spare time just to be in your presence.

it had been a few weeks of bruce steadily coming into the cafe, and you’d finally worked up the courage to ask him out

you’d chosen to ask him while serving him his usual, the same as his very first order

“bruce, would you like to go on a date with me? you could pick the place if you’d like..”

he seems slightly stunned for a moment, and for a split second you’re anxious about his response

until he nods his head, “yes, i’d like that a lot, i think i know a place..”

bruce picks a place quiet, somewhere you’d never seen in gotham in the short years you’d lived there

of course, the date goes smoothly, you and bruce having a good time and enjoying each other’s company

you spend more and more time together outside of the bakery

more dates occur, and the both of you grow closer romantically

you weren’t sure when you and bruce became ‘official’

but the both of you went from fleeting touches and nervous rambled conversation to soft kisses in greeting and silent conversations in mutual understanding with each other

he’d shown you his identity a few months into the relationship

he didn’t have any doubts that the both of you would last, nor did he think you’d betray his trust; it was more of a safety precaution

you’d come to make a joke out of the whole thing

“oh how the big & bad batman enjoys my pastries from a small diner…”

he doesn’t find it all that amusing but seeing the smile on your face everytime you sad a variation of the joke made his heart dance in his chest

he introduced you to alfred too, and alfred immediately took a liking to you

because wow!!! you’re the reason bruce has been going around the manor happier than usual, more compliant, even even willing to socialize????

everything with bruce was all so tender and sweet and gentle, despite how he’s depicted had batman, every single moment with him was as valuable as glass

your first time with bruce was the same as all other moments you shared together.

the softness of your kisses along his collarbone, the way his hair framed his face messily as he was on his back beneath you

even in the way his mouth parted with soft sounds whenever you did something he liked

nothing would top the face he made when he was about to cum, the way he would diene and his hands would move, sort of frantically to try and ground himself through the earth shattering feeling

the way he’d clench around you & his mouth would drop with quiet whispers and urges of your name

those moments are equally as soft as the rest of the moments you spend with bruce

there are times that aren’t as soft but tender all the same

looking up at you through wet lashes with his blue eyes, silently pleading at you to do something

cock leaking with his arousal, doing his very best to be good for you

loves watching himself in the mirror, watching as you handle him so roughly

brining him up to your chest by his hair, one hand on his hip to keep him into place while you fuck into him

your chin on his shoulder when the hand moves from his hips to his swollen cock, teasing it while it twitches in sensitivity

bruce begs, so prettily that you can’t help but to praise him and give him what he craves.

his kink for your voice only intensified during this moment, listening to you tell him how pathetic he’d look if all of gotham saw cockslut bruce wayne, the protector of gotham, getting fucked by a cafe owner

he could cum on the spot.

and then the aftercare afterwards is gentle. helping him drink water and eat a small snack, drawing a bath for him while you wash him softly

bruce wayne was everything all at once, and everything you’d ever needed and more.