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Professor Wayne 4/4 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Well, here we finally are. This series is FINALLY over ^^’. Damn, I never expected my intended one shot to become..This. Anyway I hope you will like it, as usual feedbacks and reblogs are more than welcome : 

FINISHED SERES : PART 1, PART 2, PART 2.5, PART 3. 

My masterlist blog : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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Your head hurts like hell, and you want to curl up in a ball and call for your mommy. But you don’t move. And you don’t say a thing.

And your mom has been long gone. Plus, she wasn’t one to console you when you felt bad anyway. 

You don’t move, and you don’t open your eyes because you know. 

You know that once you truly wake up, then he’ll start to do whatever he has planned for you, right ?

If you just stay there, in that position, you should be fine for now. Up until you can think of a plan or something. And so, even though you’re sore and your entire body is screaming for you to do something, you don’t utter a move. 

Because he won’t do anything if he thinks you’re unconscious, right ?

You studied this kind of psychos enough to know that they don’t get anything out of hurting  someone who isn’t truly aware of what is happening. So you keep your eyes tightly close, and you do your best to not move or make a sound.

But then…then you hear something. A noise you can’t quite identify. What is it ? And where does it come from exactly ? You have no idea. But you’re certain it’s not him. You don’t know why, but you feel it in your guts. 

It’s not him. 

Him.

John « The Joker » Doe.

Most prolific and terrifying serial killer in Gotham City. 

You used to have nightmares, as a child, thinking about him. He was one of the reason you wanted to become a profiler in the first place. He plagued your dreams for so long, you wanted to fight your fear by becoming the only thing that truly could come after men like this. Something Bruce could always get behind, and that attracted him greatly to you. Turning your fears into strength had always been one of your greatest quality. 

Doe has been in prison for years, and you wonder for a second how the hell did he got out ?! Especially given the prison he was in. 

The worst one in the country. Even more, he was held in the psych ward, which was the most protected part of it. 

Arkham truly was a terrible place. You went to “visit it” a few times to meet the psychologists working there, as they were working with people you were studying (maniacs and other psychopaths). And each time you sat foot in that building, you felt uneasy and wanted to leave at once.

How the hell did he got out of that hell house ?

As your fogged mind wanders off instead of focusing on a way to get out of this mess, your thoughts slowly drift to Bruce. 

Of course, this terrible situation you’re in would make you think of why you started to study to  become a profiler. 

The Joker was one reason, Bruce Wayne was the other.

Bruce was the one to put the Joker behind bars. 

The psycho had a strong obssession with him and it’s what ultimately got him in prison. But also what got Bruce out of the job, made him stop being a police officer and become a criminology professor instead. 

Joker stabbed him an insane amount of time. Making him rethink his entire life.  

You saw the scars on his body. 

Stab wounds you caressed many times, making him hold his breath in. 

He told you more than once, that nobody before you ever touched them in that way. Not even Selina. 

On the contrary, she usually avoided touching them, even if they covered a good part of his chest. You understood her though, when he got hurt and nearly died, they were together. And you couldn’t even imagine living this kind of thing…Your boyfriend almost dying and having to be reminded of that and the emotions you felt whenever you looked at his faded wounds.  

You’re not sure you’d touch them either, if you were her. But you weren’t. You didn’t even know him when he got stabbed. Hell, you were probably in middle school or something, trying to avoid school bullies and already thinking you’d become a cop one day, to stop this kind of idiots.

And you liked, carressing his scars. They were part of him. They were what turned him into a professor. What moulded a big part of his personality now. 

He told you two major things happened and changed his life radically. His parents’ death, and the Joker almost killing him. You definitely understood that. There’s things in life that can truly shape who you are.

Bruce. 

Bruce who caught the Joker, at the detriment of his own safety. 

Bruce. Bruce. What would Bruce do ? 

Your mind was slowly clearing up, as the effect of the ether Joker used to knock you out was finally fully withdrawing. 

Jesus, what were you thinking, getting lost into your thoughts about why you wanted to be a profiler ? And about Bruce’s scars ? Sure it had something to do with your current situation but geez, get a grip will ya ?! Your were in dire straits ! You ARE in dire straits !

You want to shake your head, as it always helped you regain your senses but…Your first instinct was the right one. Not moving. Just in case the Joker is here, observing you. Staying still means he can’t do much, since he’ll think you’re unconscious. 

Of course this trick won’t work for long, but for now it’ll save you some time to think about a way to get out of here. Or at least, to save even more time, in the hope that Bruce will show up.

Because you just know Bruce will come. 

After all, the Joker kidnapped you to lure him out right ? Wait…OH GOD ! Bruce was going to come ! That was bad ! Now that you knew why he « broke up » with you, to protect you and all, you couldn’t pretend to ignore your feelings anymore. Couldn’t pretend you hated him, or didn’t care for him much. 

You were still in love with him, of course you were ! And now you were a liability ! You were going to become the reason why his life was about to be in danger, and…oh god, last time he barely survived. Now, when the Joker has YOU in captivity you’re one more problem to think about and…

But the sound you heard earlier resonates again, taking you out of the massive freak out you were starting to have.

Again, you’re not quite sure what that it is, and so you ignore it once more, keeping still, eyes close. You really have to think about a way to…

But then you hear that same noise again, and your brain finally identify it. And this time you’re certain of what it is, and it freezes your blood in your veins. At the same time, it boils it.

It’s a weak sob.

A child’s sob.

Your eyes shoot open instantly, a motherly instinct awakening deep within you, making you forget that this is maybe a trick from the Joker !

But no. No it’s no trick.

The Joker is nowhere in sight and right there, in the corner of the room you’re in, curled in a little ball, lays the tiniest and cutest boy you’ve ever seen.

He couldn’t be more than 7 or 8 years old, and the poor thing was crying quietly and…you instantly forgot the awful situation you were in. Sitting up with difficulty, as your hands were tied in your back, you call out to him :

“Hey there.”

He screams out of surprise, and turns to you. 

And the fear in his eyes ? It makes you so angry. 

All of a sudden, the Joker doesn’t scare you anymore. In fact, you suddenly want to see him and bash his head in…granted, it would be difficult, given the fact that you’re hands are tied up in your back and such. 

But still, it makes you irationally angry, to see this scared little boy. Even more so since he has bruises on his face. What kind of monster hits such a cute little thing ?! Well, the answer is obvious. 

Gotham’s worst nighmare. John « The Joker » Doe.

The boy retreats even further in the room’s corner, and then he curls back in a ball again, and turns his back to you. And you suddenly have flashbacks of your own childhood, after your parents’ passed away and you found yourself all alone in an orphanage without anyone to take care of you. 

You try to crawl to him, feeling the strong need inside you to try and comfort him, but lose your balance and…fall face first. 

“OUTCH !”

Damn it, without hands to catch yourself, it really goddamn hurt ! Now, there’s the pounding in your head from being knocked out with ether by the Joker, but also the sharp sting of your face violently encountering the concrete floor. 

Fuck. 

You’re pretty sure you’re bleeding from your nose right now. Or your forehead ? Probably both. And you don’t even have the strength (or will really) to move. Well, you’re pretty sure this was the worst day of your life as of now so…

“Are you-are you ok ?”

A sweet little voice ask you shyly, and as you roll on your back with difficulty, you realize the boy walked on all fours to you, and is now sitting by your side.

He sniffles, and dries his tears with his sleeve, giving you a concerned look and…How much cuter this kid can be ? He looks genuinely worried for you, while you’re clearly a stranger, and he’s in such a dangerous place. 

Brave little bugger. 

You feel it in your guts, that kid went through a lot already and yet, yet here he is, worried you hurt yourself. Albeit he’s still a little wary and keeps his distance with you. Smart kid too. 

“You’re-You’re not with him, are you ?”

You know he’s talking about the Joker, and you say, disgust in your voice at the mere idea that the boy would think you’re with that psycho :

“I most definietly am not…”

There’s a moment of silence, and you can see that he’s studying you carefully, trying to figure out wether you’re one of the good guys or not. But as his eyes fall on your hands tied in your back, on the bruises on your face and arms…It seems he makes up his mind that you are, as he sniffles cutely once more, and reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief. 

And then he gets closer to you, slowly, carefully, ready to bolt if you make a sudden move. And when he finally reaches you, he hesitates a few seconds before delicately starting to dab his handkerchief on the wound you have on your forehead.

He doesn’t say anything, but he’s clearly focused on his task. And despite the awful situation, you have to smile lowly as he carefully gets the blood off of you. 

You have a sudden flashback of Bruce doing the same thing a few months back, and your heart squeezes in pain. Where was he now ? You surely hoped he was NOT gonna barge in head first, and confront the Joker. 

That asshole clearly had a plan, kidnapping you. The kid too, he had to have something to do with everything, though you weren’t sure what. 

You knew Bruce was coming, because it was clear to you now that he cared very much about you. That he was only trying to protect you by being so cruel…Stupid plan really, haven’t he seen any movies ? 

That old “I’m leaving you so you’ll be safe” trope never works. It always ends up in whoever is left being in danger BECAUSE she/he was left. 

But still, the fact he wanted to protect you makes you feel a bit better about this entire situation. If only you knew this was what he was trying to do BEFORE you got kidnapped, things could have gone so differently. 

The little one is done taking care of your wound now, and he sits back on his heels, kneeled in front of you, and gives you a shy unsure look. 

It breaks your heart. 

“Thank you.” 

You say in the sweetest most calming voice you can muster, and he almost smiles. Almost. 

“You’re welcome.”

You’re about to ask what his name is when a deep sorrow overtakes his eyes, and, in a small voice, on the verge of tears, he says :

“Did the bad man kill your mommy and daddy too ?”

You’re pretty sure you can hear your heart slowly tearing in two, as you look at that poor little boy starting to cry again and, you want to reach for him so bad, so so bad, but your hands are tied up and…You take a deep breath. 

In this kind of situation, staying calm was the key. You studied many cases of people able to escape a terrible fate by being smart and keeping their cool. 

And now, your life wasn’t the only one on the line anymore. That poor little kid was in grave danger too, and this motherly instinct in you ? It made you want to fight to  death to help him out. 

You’ve always wanted to join the police forces. You came from a poor neighboorhood so you witnessed first hand how bad it could get. You’ve always wanted to protect people. 

 And that scared child in front of you ? He reminded you a lot of yourself when you were about his age, and…Yes. You have to keep calm. For his sake. Nothing good will come of you breaking down too. 

Deep breath in. 

Deep breath out. 

And you ask :

“What’s your name ?”

Of course the poor boy doesn’t answer right away, the memory of his loss rushing back to his mind. 

The surprise of seeing someone else in that awful room took those thoughts away for a bit, but now he was thinking about it again and…and…his mom and dad…

You wait patiently, though you know you don’t have much time before the Joker will surely come back. But you don’t rush him, you know he’ll be able to get it out. You witnessed first hand how courageous that little one was already, so you just wait. And sure enough, inbetween sniffles, he says :

“Dick. My name is Dick. Grayson.” 

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Man that really broke me Bruce is a jerk

Professor Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader part 2.5/4 (Erotica-ish)

Well here we are. I know, I took my sweet time to upload. And this is also only a short update, and a sort of transition. It’s because of this all “December 17th” thing, and how loads of my stories were wrongfully took down. Now everything is back to normal (after almost a month) and I can write what I wanted to initially write…Erotica included. You can find part 1 and 2 on my masterlist blog @ella-ravenwood-archives (For some reasons lately tumblr doesn’t want me to put links on my posts, so I can’t link ya to the other chapters, but they’re there, they’re written, and if you wanna catch up, it’s on the DC master list under “Bruce Wayne” (latest links)). WARNING : there’s a erotica part near the end, so if you don’t like that, don’t read this story. 

Also, since Tumblr’s new guidelines and enforcement of it, I DON’T really appear in searches anymore, so the only way for this story to be seen by others than those who follow me is to reblog it. So if you wanna, you can show your support for my writing by doing just that. Thanks very much.

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The fact that this all thing is wrong kinda evaporates into thin air as your lips moves against his.  

The thought about you two being teacher and student, and that you shouldn’t do this, doesn’t exist anymore. The faint guilt he felt because he thought he might take advantage of a weak moment of yours…is gone. 

Because you’re kissing him too passionately for this to only be happening cause you feel down. And before he knows it, his arms snake around your waist and bring you closer to him. Flushed against him. 

You can’t believe it. Professor Wayne is kissing you. And you’re kissing him.

And this time, it’s real. 

You throw your arms around his neck. One of your hand goes to tangle itself in his hair and he shifts his head slightly to have better access to your mouth and…wow. The man knows what he is doing. 

Exactly like you imagined this would be. Except that it’s him, whose tongue softly runs across your lower lip, demanding access. And you’d be damned if you don’t grant it to him. And it’s…real. 

You’re really making out with him. Fuck. How did THAT happen ? 

Oh, right. Months of friendly banter at the cafe you work at. Him being the best teacher ever, you being his best student ever. You getting mugged, and him taking care of you and…Everything snapping at the same time. 

It actually makes perfect sense. 

In a spur of passion he backs you against his desk, and you’re not quite sure how but you’re laying on top of it now, and he’s above you. You managed to get his coat off of him, and your fists bunch in the front of his shirt, bringing him closer as he holds himself above you, his hands on each side of your face. 

Ffff…You’re really kissing him. And he definitely is kissing you back. And now he’s placing his body in between your legs and you wrap your arms around his shoulders again, to keep him there. But he has no intention of moving away, as his own hands grab your waist and…

The sound of shattered glass makes you shoot your eyes open. 

Surprised, he pulls away from you and look to the source of the noise, praying to every gods out there that someone DIDN’T walk in just now ! 

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I hope he'll make it in time. Good story ^^

Professor Wayne 3/4 - Bruce Wayne x Reader

 Part 1, 2 and 2.5 are already posted, you can find then on my masterlist blog @ella-ravenwood-archives​ under “Bruce Wayne” on the “DC Masterlist part 2″ post :). 

I wish I could link them to you so it would be easier, but since rather recently posts with links do not appear in the searches anymore, so this fic would be virtually invisible for everyone but those who follow me if I put the links here…Though I guess it’s fine, it’s only a click away to find everything ! :) Anyway hope you will enjoy this new chapter :

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“It was cruel, Bruce.” 

Selina says, but he barely registers her words as he can’t shake your heartbroken face off of his mind. He heard she was talking to him, but he doesn’t want to listen. 

She looks at him, a certain curiosity in her eyes. It’s the first time she sees him that distracted and lost in thoughts. Of course, he was often “elsewhere”, because of his heavy past weighting him down…But when he was with her, he at least tried to pay attention. 

Especially if she was trying to tick him off, like right now. 

“Very cruel. Poor girl…” 

She adds, now staring at him intently, expecting an answer. But he stubbornly looks out the train’s window. And this time, she knows he’s not only lost in thought, but is also actively ignoring her. 

“Cruel, and very much unlike you. Care to explain yourself ?” 

Apparently not, as his eyes gaze at the landscape passing by, not moving an inch to even look at her. 

She knows he’s currently in “self-preservation” mode. That he’s acting as if she’s not there because he doesn’t want to talk about “it”…But Selina Kyle is not the kind of woman that will let somone ignore her. She narrows her eyes at him, and without further warning, kicks him in the shin. Hard. 

“OUTCH ! What the hell Selina ?!” 

“Oh, it’s alive.” 

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Base on the Fight scene where Batman was attacked by the Ninja Talons in the Batman vs Robin. This scene shows Shadow Wolf was ambushed by them while on patrol on her own, She barley escaped. I might put a dialogue later on.