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𝗗𝗖 | 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ Rᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛs [ ʀᴜʟᴇs [ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ] ]

A/N: This is more family focused compared to Bruce Wayne/Batman Masterlist, which is more centered on the romantic relationship. This masterlist includes both Batmom Reader & Batsibling Reader but not together in a story, & Reader in a romantic relationship with a Batfamily member but platonic with everyone else.

DC m.lists: 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞/𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝/𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱: ?/?/?

𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚-𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Determined.

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤(𝕒𝕟𝕪):

To Be Released.

𝗗𝗖 | 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞/𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Rᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ Rᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇsᴛs [ ʀᴜʟᴇs [ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ] ]

A/N: Taken with Robert Pattinson’s Bruce Wayne/Batman in mind. This is also more Bruce Wayne/Batman focused compared to Batfamily Masterlist, which is family oriented featuring a Batmom Reader & Batsibling Reader, but not together in a story. Romantic stories with Batmom Reader share links with both masterlists.

DC m.lists: 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 | 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐝/𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝟭𝟬/𝟭𝟰/𝟮𝟮

𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤:

A Tender Night

Even in the middle of his detective work, Bruce won’t let it get in the way of disturbing your rest.

Pairing(s): Fem Reader

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, Robert Pattinson’s Bruce Wayne/Batman, soft Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne gets a hug, Bruce Wayne needs a break, Bruce Wayne has a heart, sleepiness/sleep, cuddling & snuggling, sleepy cuddles, napping, comfort, inspired by The Batman (Movie 2022), smitten Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne-centric.

Warnings: None.

More To Be Released.

𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤(𝕒𝕟𝕪):

To Be Released.

A Tender Night

A/N: Reposted because tags weren’t working.

Fandom(s): DC, Batman, The Batman (2022)

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Fem Reader

Summary: Even in the middle of his detective work, Bruce won’t let it get in the way of disturbing your rest.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, Robert Pattinson’s Bruce Wayne/Batman, soft Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne gets a hug, Bruce Wayne needs a break, Bruce Wayne has a heart, sleepiness/sleep, cuddling & snuggling, sleepy cuddles, napping, comfort, inspired by The Batman (Movie 2022), smitten Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne-centric.

Warnings: None.

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Bruce knows it would be best for you to sleep in your shared bed. The way the side of your head rests on his shoulder for a much longer period of time will cause discomfort when you wake up. But he can’t find it in himself to disturb your peaceful slumber.

You looked so at ease. Eyebrows lax instead of furrowed, breaths slow and even, no tension present in your body. Bruce’s blue eyes soften as he gazed over you, where you had meant to help him go over some evidence footage from his contact lenses but over time in the late hour soon found yourself drifting off.

His heart feels light, content. Even the tiniest trace of a smile could be seen from the edge of his lips. From your pajama clad attire, fuzzy slippers, and a blanket wrapped around your body, he thought you were the most alluring thing he’s ever seen in Gotham.

And when you draped one side of your blanket over his shoulders, including him in your warmth, Bruce felt like he could melt then and there.

He was used to being unfazed by the draft of the batcave, the cold streets of Gotham, his training days in preparation for his return as Batman. But having you here, nestled by his side, cuddling close and welcoming him in your space spread heat all over him. Bruce even remembers the cute greeting you’d give him occasionally; lips just centimeters apart, foreheads touching, gentle gazes admiring the other before you gave a soft nudge against his nose with your own. A small rub that made him give the most quietest chuckle, but loud enough for the both of you to hear, for you to see his reaction.

The clacking and clicking of his keyboard and mouse were the only sounds echoing his hideout, with the occasional bat noises from far away. But Bruce couldn’t help but pause in his work as he kept returning glances down at you until he just fully stopped. Making sure to still his movements.

Brushing some strands of hair away from your face with his opposite hand, he very slowly and gently laid a peck to your forehead. Looking at you now, Bruce made a silent decision to call it in for the night. Something he normally didn’t do, being a nocturnal, insomniac workaholic and all. But habits progressively changed from your influence. It was for the best anyways, your neck would be more stiff if he continued and he didn’t want to bring you any discomfort if he could help it.

So, using the best of his knowledge of stealth, he changed positions to pick you up in his arms, slippers somehow still managing to hang out, and blanket around the two of you like a makeshift toga. With your head resting around his chest, just below his chin, Bruce thought to himself that as long he had you, rest would do him good.

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“If Bruce Wayne doesn’t stop melting in your hands, he’ll collapse, and there would be no one left to save Gotham from itself. And there is nothing he loves more than this city, though you come begrudgingly close to it.”

Don’t know if you are taking requests but maybe battinson and reader doing their mbti test, and reader getting a villain personality.

lmfao

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: implied sexual content but no body parts mentioned. words: 894.

a/n: gratuitous amount of italics here. not sorry. implied sub!bruce but that's not what this is about. also, anon, guess who ELSE has a villain personality type according to google :)

who's gonna tell him

You probably know he’s not really listening. With the wrench between his teeth, fingers straining to reach into the void of his engine and find where the Batmobile had gone unresponsive, he’s only half present. Maybe a third at best. Still, he enunciates through the metal, already forgetting what you'd called him, “INT...C? What does that mean?”

“I-N-T-J. You’re the architect. It means you’re introverted, intuitive, thinking, and judging. You’re good at problem solving and detective work, of course. But you struggle emotionally and are prone to being… ‘socially clueless’.” From your spot in the driver’s seat, Bruce makes a show of leaning around the propped up hood just to be clear on how much he disapproves. He even removes the wrench with his oil-slick hand so he can frown properly. “I didn’t write this, babe. Don’t look at me.”

“You’re reading it to me.”

“I just wanted to know if we’d be compatible!”

He huffs, having found what ever kink in the machine he was looking for and focusing on that instead. He disappears behind the hood but his voice carries through the terminus loud and clear, “Well, are we?”

You decide to do some research.

Somewhere between Bruce triumphing over the engine and coming around to the window to gloat, he catches you staring incredulously at your phone.

“What's the verdict? Are we sworn enemies?” Your eyes dart up to Bruce’s and the longer you stare at him, picking him apart in silence, the more his smile begins to fade. For a second, he starts to think you actually might be sworn enemies. For a millisecond, he starts to care.

"I took the test." You declare, voice freakishly even. Bruce isn't smiling anymore.

"And?"

"I got ENTJ."

"And?"

"We're compatible, sure, whatever," Bruce squints, confused, because you'd been more excited to know the answer to that than he was, "but then I fell down this rabbit hole—I wanted to see who we shared personalities with—and then I found this article. Guess what we are?"

You turn your phone to him. You've pulled up a web result for “Which MBTI personality types are villains?”. In the blurb at the very top, he reads INTJ. Then he looks over at you, your eyes wide and suspicious, and he’d ask you to stop giving him that look if it wasn’t for the way your mouth starts to curl up.

You’re not suspicious. You’re impish. “We’re both villains.”

Sure enough, the other most common villain personality type is ENTJ.

Bruce thinks it’s silly, a little less silly than when you’d done his natal chart (but he’d sat and asked questions all the same, a little too invested in the bits about his childhood karma) because the quiz at least knew something about him, but silly nonetheless.

But you’re also enjoying it enough that he leans into it, feels his own lips curling up too. He folds his arms on the door and leans inside the car, casting a dark shadow over you, "I have enough bad press as it is."

You giggle. You place a hand on his forearm and squeeze, "I don't know. I think you'd be pretty sexy as a villain."

Bruce watches you through hooded eyelids and considers, for a moment, that maybe you're a little too into this. He treads the waters, wondering whether you'll show your hand. He digs through his memory for what you'd called him, the other thing that had actually stuck, “The architect and…”

“The commander.” You finish, jutting your chin up with pride.

“Sounds about right.”

“I'll be the one in control, and you'll be my pretty little mastermind making everything happen.”

“Sounds sort of right.”

“What do you mean, ‘sort of’? You’re a slave to my every whim.”

“Oh, I'm your slave now?" Bruce drops an octave with intention, delighting in your fingernails biting into his muscles. "Since when?"

Your eyes fucking twinkle. You look so excited that he fleetingly wonders if he should keep an eye on you. And he imagines you’d enjoy having him bested, kneeling at your feet as you unmask him and lean in and grin and declare, victorious- “Haven’t you always been?”

Your breath on his lips hasn’t even cooled before he’s leaning into the car and craning your mouth up to meet his, a hand at your jaw and the other keeping him propped through the window.

He imagines too, just for fun, leaning into a getaway car to celebrate a job well done, before coming around the side to jet off into the sunset. A real Bonnie and Clyde.

He feels you tugging on his shoulders and leaning back into the driver’s seat, compelling him to follow. You almost drag him fully through the window (a feat that’s only possible because he’s basically putty in your hands right now), and he grips the center console to steady himself before he falls in and crushes you, “The car’s been fixed all of two minutes and you wanna defile it already?” Bruce accuses, not actually caring in the slightest.

You’re awful. Your eyes still twinkle beneath the innocent flutter of your eyelashes, clearly still on villains and evil plans and whatever images you’d conjured up in your brain after calling him your slave. What ever happened to not mixing business with pleasure? “Come on, Batman. Don't be such a prude."

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❛  leave me alone.  ❜ w/ bats?

;   PROMISED HAVEN — THE BATMAN / READER

summary: you move into selena kyle's old apartment. bruce has taken to watching you.

pairing: batman x f!reader, set five months after the events of the batman (2022)

rating: t+ for canon typical violence

a/n: wow, me writing the beginning what will probably be a series of drabbles? amazing, iconic, unique, awesome, etc, etc. anyways, have a little morsel >:)

Gotham City will eat you alive.

Limb from limb, ashes to ashes.

It will pick your bones with a gnashing bite, true to the force of its reality — and while you lay there, gasping and writhing and lost, the grit will wear you down, seep into the cracks.

You think, on the third month, you can shake it... That indomitable itch to run from the slightest shadow that breathes too deep. In the dark, things come alive in Gotham.

You move into a second floor apartment in Old Gotham come winter. It's a little place that has neighbors who stare through peepholes and whisper the names of girls who are dead or missing or both. There are cats who howl at your fire escape like the heralds of a new dawn. There is a pervasive feeling of being watched.

Tonight is no different.

You agreed to take the late shift.

Pauli's Diner is a staple of Old Gotham — the sort that has become as immovable as Wayne Tower. A doting fixture along the scarred and brutal map of the city. Glittering in neon, the diner stands for more than a twenty-four hour spot for the best fries in the city. It stands for neutrality. No violence.

In Pauli's, you're family.

Sometimes, your uniform can promise safety. The pale jade shirt and skirt combination has shielded you from two muggings in the last month alone.

Other nights, like tonight, there's no such thing as promise.

The shadows inhale, and they exhale, and as you wait on the Steeple Street platform you see that very promise slip away. The subway rattles in, and faces flicker into focus. A murder of men. The lights above swing, blink, and the dark around you becomes more and more alive.

They step off the train, and you grip your keys tightly.

You've learned that placidity is a survival instinct in moment's like this. But, a flinch is earned when they leer, jeer, and the games begin.

Surviving, you think, was something Gotham has taught you well in the last few months. Cover your head, don't look at their faces too closely, and remember to only pick fights you can finish. Politeness will kill you just as quickly as boldness. Find the middle. Survive.

Someone yanks your bag from your arm, and you're swung roughly to the ground. You palms his the cold concrete and your knees sting. Day old snow bites at your skin.

Get up.

If you're quick about it, you could run.

You ignore the hair creeping into your peripherals, ignore the disheveled heave of your chest as you snap your eyes around the scene.

The faces of five men on a haunt surround you like the hours on a clock — and you realize that there's a sound. Like the ticking of seconds. One, two, three, four, five.

Boots on pavement.

...It's quiet.

Their voices have faded. The rummaging through your tote bag has stopped.

It strikes you suddenly, as you stare beyond the men into the living dark, that you've never seen The Batman.

You've heard the stories chattered over hot cups of coffee, clutched in the hands of jabbering GCPD boys. You've heard the eclectic tales of his uncanny ability to see what even their best detectives can't. You've heard whispers of praise, promised threats, and footage of last year's incident with The Riddler.

The Bat steps into the light, you realize you were right.

The shadows are alive in Gotham.

It's he who lives within them; towering and broad, intimidation dripping in kevlar.

...Bruce doesn't know why he's here.

If he's being honest with himself — something he tries not to make a habit — then he knows it's because he's been watching you for the last three months. After all, you'd moved into Selena's old apartment only a handful of weeks after she fled for Blüdhaven.

It stung.

He's spent too many nights up on the opposite fire-escape, watching, waiting. He isn't sure for what. Maybe for Selena to return, maybe for Falcone's remaining boys to come knocking. Either way, he supposes you've grown on him.

You don't see Gotham the way he does.

Or, at the start you didn't.

Your unwavering smile had become tired in recent weeks. Your hope in a new start was beginning to dwindle. The city was getting to you.

A late shift was out of character for you.

"C'mon, man, we're just helpin' her get to the train..."

One of them reaches to touch you, to placate the approaching vigilante — and you snap fast like a viper.

"Leave me alone."

It's tipped with venom.

Bruce's eyes flick about. The Bat narrows his eyes. Beneath his gloves, a tense fist cracks his knuckles awake.

You're not prepared for a fist to connect with your cheek in retaliation to your words. You're not prepared to lose your footing, to slip in the snow, and for your temple to hit the concrete hard as you try to brace yourself.

You tell yourself to get up, get up. Roll over and push up.

But, the shadows are breathing again — and it's getting darker, and you try to open your eyes to see him.

He's Gotham.

He'll eat them alive, swallow them whole with violence so resounding.

But, the shadows are here now, beckoning you with warm hands.

So, you lay there, gasping and writhing and lost as your blood seeps into the cracks.

It's quiet for a long time.

When you come to, you're home.

Home.

Quiet.

Home?

Light.

No shadows.

The door is locked.

You sit up straight on the couch.

The room tilts, and you wince.

Home?

Yes.

Yes, there is a cat meowing. The grey one, out on the fire escape — it's morning. He's expecting you to put the food out. You usually do.

You reach, touch your hairline, and furrow your brow when you realize there's gauze there.

Your socks land on the carpet. You stare at the kitchen.

Home.

That's when you see the note on the fridge.

NO MORE NIGHT SHIFTS.

DC Masterlist

Bruce Wayne (Battinson)

Green Irish Tweed (alpha!Bruce Wayne x alpha!Reader)

Habit Rouge (Part 2)

Five O' Clock Au Gingembre (Part 3)

La vierge de fer (Part 4)

Vaporocindro (Part 5)

Royal Oud (Part 6)

Center of the Universe (Part 7)

Pink Sugar Aquolina (Part 8)

Dzing! (Part 9)

Poison (Part 10)

Pluie de Soleil (Part 11)

Altika (Part 12)

My Burberry Blush (Part 13)