I WANT THE MIRROR SCENE

I WANT THE MIRROR SCENE 😣🫶🏻

I'm saying this right now for all who will listen -

they fucking BETTER have just as many romance scenes for Penelope and Colin as they did for the other two.

I don't want cutesy little kisses (I mean I do, but...).

I want passionate, hot, steamy scenes because it's what they fucking deserve.

I swear if they pull ANY punches because Penelope isn't as "traditional" as the other girls I will fucking start such a riot, it'll make everyone's heads spin.

thank you and have a good rest of the day

y’all needa read this 😩🫶🏻

after hours (chapter 4)

⯈ previous chapter : chapter one - chapter two - chapter three

⯈ pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x female!reader

⯈ summary: the nights in Gotham are always unforgiving, you, you strip for money, to feed your son and to forget some of your troubles. it's easy, it's simple until Vengeance appears in your night.

⯈ rating: mature, the good stuff starts in this chapter girlies

⯈ tw: stripping, violence, light d/s dynamic (blindfold)

⯈ word count: 6k

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You wait for him.

Yes, you wait for Vengeance to come back, in the semi-darkness of that luxurious garden and you don’t know how long you wait but the longer you’re alone, the more aware you become of your surroundings. It starts slowly, gradually even. First, the siren sound startles you a little bit, you swear you can hear some things falling to the ground, harshly, brutally, and then, there’s a gust of wind in your hair. Blowing the hair into your face and you move it away slightly, with one hand, with shaky fingers because you’re cold. You don’t have your shoes, you did abandon them in your failed attempt to run away and your bare feet are now wet, deep into the freshly cut grass and you probably going to catch something if you remain like this for too long.

But Vengeance asked you to wait. So you do as you’ve been told. You wait. Shaking and hoping, shaking and praying not knowing what to expect for the rest of the evening, not knowing if you’ll finally reach your bed, your home, back to your son. You were so stupid, why do you always do this at night? You have no idea, the club should have been enough, the club is somewhat safe. What if you do end up in jail?

Mind racing, heart beating almost as frantically, you think about the kiss, you cling to it, it doesn’t make any god damn sense, but it’s something grounding you, grounding you into the moment, into the present, something real, something that’s not just in your mind, something you actually shared with someone during the night. Something concrete and real, more intimate than anything share with any of your customers. It’s different. One hand finds your own lips, Vengeance, you decide, kisses as if he were only given one chance to kiss you.

***

The wait is killing you slowly. But he does appear again, and you stand a bit taller as he walks towards you and doesn’t even pause, doesn’t even stop, and grabs your left hand, growling a simple “follow me” and he leads the way back to the mansion. You fight down the urge to beg, you don’t want to see what’s left inside, and you certainly don’t want to be seen by the police.

However, you do want to follow him, you want to follow the bat so you suppose you don’t have a choice.

The party is indeed over inside, it’s a mess, it’s a filthy mess of broken glass and dollars bills, and … is that blood? It is and you don’t even flinch at the sight of it, there’s a lot, probably enough to fill up a sink and the thought is not even scary, it’s just there and you tap on his shoulder when you spot your belongings. Your dress, your coat, and your bag, which means your phone and some part of your life.

“Wait, that’s mine, let me just...”

You swear he winces a little but he lets go of you for a moment so you can grab everything, you do so as fast as you can and if you catch him looking down at the pretty dress, it doesn’t last long.

“Let’s go,” the bat mumbles and you have no choice but to follow again. You’re surprised when he leads you outside, by the front door, glad he’s holding your hand and when you spot out of the corner of your eyes the officers in uniform, you look down, at your naked feet, hoping no one will pay attention to you, that no one will ask for your name or try to interact with you.

It seems to work for the most part, you suspect it’s because of him, because of the Batman, they make way for him, make a conscious effort to avoid his path, and let him walk through and you swear you see a few people in handcuffs and sitting at the back of some cars. Where’s Natasha? You wonder if she managed to escape the madness, you’d have to check up on her at some point, you are almost certain she would have done the same for you, almost.

“What about this one?”

He stops, you stop too and you raise your head to see that you’re in front of someone not wearing a uniform, someone with glasses, and you’re pretty sure, from reading the newspaper sometimes that the black man talking about you is no other than Lieutenant Jim Gordon, a close ally to the bat.

“I’m taking care of it,” he responds and everything from his tone to his posture indicates that it’s not up for discussion. Jim however tries, arguing with a simple “she was on the scene, she might have s…”

“She didn’t. And regardless, she won’t talk to you.” There’s some ferocity to his tone, something dark and twisted and somehow protective and you suppose that it’s enough, you don’t see the look he exchanges with the Lieutenant but that seems to do the trick because Jim just sighs and motions for the both of you to get out of here. And you do, he leads the way and you follow him and you’re not even surprised when you’re standing in front of a car, black, just like the rest of him, clearly more powerful than any other car in sight. You can tell from the wheels and by the general exterior of the car.

“Get in.”

And you understand that this time again, it’s an order.

***

You don’t know where he drives you to. It’s not too far away from the mansion you’ve just visited, on the outskirts of town, deep, deep underground and you are a little bit startled as the car seems to reach a large platform and you go down. An elevator, you realize a second later, to be away from everything and everyone.

You wonder how many people got to come here, how many people does he bring here? Probably not too many, probably not too many lost souls in Gotham, anyone sane would have run away, would have preferred the police over the bat, but ironically, you don’t feel in danger.

When he gets out of the vehicle, he doesn’t seem to pay attention to you for a while. He moves, swiftly in the semi-darkness and turns on a few lights, giving the atmosphere an eerie look, with a halo of blue that surrounds everything. Or maybe it’s because of all the computers and the monitors playing some kind of video… the streets of Gotham you gather as you step out of the vehicle. You leave your belongings in his car and you step inside his cave? his lair? barefoot, jacket on your shoulders, still wearing nothing underneath it but your stripper outfit, hair pushed to one side of your face. You can feel some of your makeup sliding off your skin and you wonder what you look like.

It doesn’t matter now, you take a few timid steps inside, towards him, he’s removing his cape you realize, and slowly, piece by piece, his armor. You wonder if he will take off his mask.

He doesn’t but the armor goes away, leaving him with what you could only describe as a black wet suit, all tight and still menacing as the previous armor. He doesn’t look less large or less frightening, this is just another side of him.

He’s showing you his back and you stop staring and look around. The streets of the city appear busy on the screens, and he has a bed on the corner of the room, it’s just a king-size mattress on the floor but it’s made nonetheless, with more pillows than you could ever imagine there’s even a fridge. That is really a cave.

“What were you doing there?”

The bat is whispering and yet it’s almost as if he had screamed the question right into your heart, it echoes all around you and you can’t help but feel this wave of guilt washing over you. That’s new, you stopped feeling guilty for your mistakes when you realized they paid your rent and put food on the table.

“Working. Dancing. It’s Friday night… what’s a girl supposed to do, right?”

You play it off but you’re still shaking, you wish you were better than this, you wish Bruce had shown up and you wouldn’t be having this conversation with the bat. It’s more a scolding than a conversation.

“You seem to be attracting only the company of known felons and their associates.”

“Well, if you know anyone else who’s ready to pay upfront for a lapdance in Gotham, call me, in the meantime, it’s the kind of people I have to deal with.”

“You don’t have to, you choose to.”

“Don’t… don’t do that, don’t act like this is all black and white, right or wrong,” you start, wishing he would just turn around and actually look at you, like you were actually there and not just a ghost. “I do my job, I get paid, I take care of the people depending on me… I thought at least you could understand that.”

He turns at that, he finally looks at you, still wearing his mask, more vulnerable without the armor, you don’t know who’s behind the layers of darkness, behind the violence and the righteousness. You don’t know and you should be scared, that’s not what’s moving you right now.

“I do understand, it’s still not safe.”

“What you do isn’t safe either, who’s worrying about you?”

You don’t control the words and you certainly don’t control what you do next, he seems to have the same idea because you meet in the middle, you crash into his chest, your hands meeting muscles, his on your hips and you look up. Still, so much unknown, still so many questions you want to ask, but you don’t. Not when he’s looking at you like that, not when it’s clear you’re both broken pieces of something that was destroyed a long time ago.

“Kiss me again,” you hear yourself whisper.

And he complies without a single trace of hesitation. The bat kisses you again, and it’s as intense as before, it’s rough when his mouth meets yours, he presses his gloveless hands into your back and you shiver as he peels the jacket away from your shoulders and he finds your skin. His hands are warm and you’re so cold, so cold and you need all of him. That’s the only thought on your mind as you make yourself taller, on your tiptoes to meet him with the same intensity, your lips moving in unison with his and finding everything in that embrace.

You gasp and you moan softly against him, arms around his neck the very next second and you think your knees are going to give away, but he’s here. He’s right there, he circles your waist and so easily, he picks you up from the ground and leads the way. You kiss everything that you can reach while he drags you to his bed, his chin, the corner of his mouth, his lips, his jawline, you want everything, you want to map out everything you can see and you can reach, just to play it in your head over and over, every night until your mind goes either crazy or blank. You suck on his Adam’s apple last, because why not that’s something you can reach too, and the strangled sound he makes leads you to believe he wasn’t expecting that, not at all. You want to hear that sound again, you want to drive Vengeance insane, but before you can do that, he lays you down on the mattress and next thing you know, he’s on top of you once more.

Except the dance is very different this time, you part your legs so easily and he fits in between them like he was meant to be there, you circle his waist with your legs and your lips meet again. It’s a discovery and yet again, your entire body shiver, yet again, you move when he moves, following his lips on your lips, his chest pressed against yours, one of his hand in your hair and the other one on your hips, trying to hold your down. Because you’ve never felt more alive than right now and you are trying to wrap all of you around all of him, and you need more. You need to see him, you need to see his skin and sink your teeth into it, mark him like he’s marked you, and then move on.

You claw at the suit he still has on, you’re more exposed than him and that’s not fair but he grabs your hands, slowing you down in a way and you exchange a puzzled look. He moves away from the bed next and you moan in protest, only to have him, the bat, come back to you, holding something in his hands. It takes you a few seconds of breathing harshly and loudly to realize that he has a scarf in hand and softly, still with that low voice of his, he asks you to close your eyes.

You could say no, you know you have the option but you don’t want to come down from that high and you nod and finally close your eyes. He moves you so slowly on the mattress and next thing you know, the soft fabric is on your face, covering your eyes and he ties a simple knot at the back of your head, still strong and you’re blindfolded, completely in the dark this time.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Your reply is instant, almost too instant however you feel more at ease now that you’ve ever been with any of your previous partners, you figure.

You don’t know why, the darkness doesn’t scare you and you can hear him, right above you, breathing as hard as you, and you slowly raise one hand to his chest, his heart is beating as fast as yours. Is he scared? Excited? Anxious? You suppose it’s a combination of all of that, slowly, you continue to touch, you continue to map out your surroundings, of him, right above you and you gently trace the line of his neck. You feel the bat swallow and you make a point of making your touch gentle right there because he has nothing to fear, absolutely nothing to fear.

You feel him relax, right there, and you continue your exploration. Again, it’s that jawline, strong and defined. You’ve learned to identify it and you trace it as well with your fingertips and you hear his breath quicken before you can feel it. You keep going up, to both of his cheeks, you trace the cheekbones and as you go up, tracing his nose completely, you realize that the mask is off. It makes you smile, he can probably see it and you don’t stop there, he closes his eyes for you as you gently touch them too, and then his eyebrows, his forehead, and his hair. It’s him, it’s all of him, you don’t get to see yet but in a way you do, in a way you get to know him behind the mask. Not just darkness, not just Vengeance, just a man.

It shouldn’t be this enticing but it is and you guide him to you for a kiss, it’s slower this time, there is less urgency, you get to explore and map out his mouth, his lips in a way you haven’t done before. And not seeing anything, makes the experience ten times more real, more present. You hear everything single sound and intonation he makes softly as if he was kissing for the first time and being surprised and delighted by the comfort and the warmness of it all, there’s his body pressed against yours, all muscles and if he should feel heavy, it doesn’t, you love the weight, that slow ache and you know you’re going to miss it the next night, that and his perfume. It’s sweat, tears, and blood and something else, something just him. He guides your hands during the next long and intense series of kisses, to the zipper of his suit and you help him strip down as much as you can.

He’s away for a few moments, your air is just yours and it’s not a pleasant sensation, you’re glad when you feel him close again and you moan as you feel his naked shoulders just ready for you to trace and to explore. You do just that, you take your time again and your hands move from his shoulders to his collarbone and lower. He’s just hard lines of muscles and scars. So many scars. Some are tiny and light, others deep and long, and you don’t think you would be able to count them but you do your best to find every single one of them in the dark and give it the proper attention. He’s not completely naked you realize, he just pushed the wet suit to his hips, exposing his bare chest to you and you smile as he moans when you reach the lower part of his abdomen. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, you can feel it and you turn your head to one side, giving him the proper access, as he bruises your skin with your hips. Yes, you think, nails digging deep into the skin of his back, he’s going to leave a mark and give you something to remember him by.

He doesn’t stop there no, the sounds he makes are animalistic in a way, they make your stomach and your toes curl in a very special way and you can feel yourself getting affected by all of that attention and the sounds he makes. It gets worse, or is it better, when the bat moves from your neck to your own collarbone and then lower, to your chest. Your outfit is not hiding much and you swear, you can feel him look up to you before he pushes the fabric of the bra to one side and his mouth is right there, on one of your nipples. You moan, like never before, arching against his mouth, hands deep inside his hair, pulling and breathing hard. You can’t see anything but you feel everything, and you can picture it, him lapping at your chest like it’s going to give him the meaning of life itself. “You taste so good,” he whispers against your skin and you think you’re going to die right here and now because you’ve never heard anything hotter in your entire life.

You stay there on this mattress with him, burying both your hands deep inside his hair and you can’t do anything else but moan as he explores and his mouth roams on your skin, kissing and tasting anything he wants. Your other nipple gets the same treatment and he makes a low sound, coming from deep in his throat that it shadows the rest and the way you’re shivering and the way you want him so badly. His mouth trails between your chest and to your stomach and with any other man, you’d be self-conscious, about the fact that you’ve had a baby and that you’re not as pretty as you used to be, not tonight, tonight you feel like a fucking goddess. Especially when he finally comes back to your face, kissing you hard again, stealing all your air, and pinning you so forcefully to the mattress that all you can feel, hear and breathe is just him. And you want nothing else, you cling to his shoulders for dear life and you let him kiss you, let him crush you completely, and when you feel his hardness pressed against you, against your inner thigh, you can’t fight down the urge to grind against it, against him.

You’re rewarded by another series of low sounds and kisses, as you move and if it’s supposed to stop you, it’s quite the opposite. Your hips meet his easily in this position and you can’t help but smile when he shifts his body to rub right against your thin underwear the right way the very next moment, clearly in need of a release. You want that and so much more and your press your feet on his lower back and you encourage him and you moan loudly as you feel his teeth sink into your neck. It’s not too hard, it’s perfect and if you do bleed, you’re glad, you’re glad he’s taking exactly what he needs from you, and from no one else. It’s almost as if you were one, almost, there’s no rhythm, no sense of logic as you move together, shivering because of the friction between your two bodies, needing more, wanting more. He could push the underwear to the side and take you right there and right and you would let him. Just like that, blindfolded, arms around his neck, legs around his waist, it’s all you need really.

You can tell he is close by his labored breathing and his erratic movements and you kiss him right before he reaches bliss, you manage to grab his face and plant your mouth against his and you feel him break above you, break and moan into your mouth, shivering against you and finally, finally, giving some sense to your night.

You don’t even mind that the bat collapses on top of you or that it’s still dark. You don’t mind.

***

You eventually fall asleep with Vengeance partly still on you. Still breathing on top of you. With the blindfold still on. You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what you’re supposed to say but you do feel better. At peace in a way, it’s still dark all around you, it’s still night outside.

Except you’re not alone.

He’s with you.

And you fall asleep on that thought alone.

You do wake up moving, you frown and you have one hand to your eyes, rubbing them slowly and it gives you enough time to feel the kiss he presses to your forehead and to slowly take into account the fact that you’re not in his bed anymore. Leather seat, probably his car, and … you’re wearing something. That definitely wakes you up and you can’t help but smile fondly when you take in the GCPD shirt that you are wearing, a bit too large for you, same for the pants. Your belongings are in a bag by your feet and when you turn your head to the right, you can see the bat driving.

The mask is back on, as well as the suit, and the full armor, and more than ever, he seems unreachable. Unbreakable. Too powerful to be touched by anyone, let alone by you.

He’s staring ahead as you make your way back up and when you’re finally outside, you glance ahead as well, staring at the Gotham skyline and the sudden truth that the night has ended. It’s the early morning now, it’s probably 4 or 5 am and you can’t help but sigh deeply. Back to reality, it is.

He drives fast, too fast, you should say something but you don't. You should probably say goodbye when he stops in front of a station, but you don’t. You don’t know what to say, the night has been long, and ended up on a high note, you wish you didn’t have responsibilities and you could just lean in, kiss him and ask for another night like this. You don’t, when the car finally comes to a halt, you stare at each other for too long and when you can see him opening his mouth, you nod no.

You don’t want to hear any apologies, you don’t want him to ask you if you’re okay or to tell you that last night shouldn’t have happened or it was a one-time thing. He can’t predict that, the bat has shown you another side of him last night and you’re going to be greedy when the next night comes. It’s all you can say for now.

“Come find me some time, okay?”

You leave him with that and a nod and finally, grabbing everything you own, you exit the car. And you do your best not to look back.

The trip back home is quicker than expected. You keep replaying last night in your mind, him on top of you, the bat groaning in your ear, biting your neck… and it’s all so much that you almost miss your stop but finally, you’re there.

Eventually, you’re in front of your own apartment door, about to turn the key in and you decide that lying will be the best policy for your mother and your son. Tell them that Bruce never showed up, that you spent the night with friends and you forgot the time because you finally had some time with other adults. That seems reasonable enough.

And you’re not going to think about Batman.

Not at home.

Taking a final deep breath, you open the door and you creep inside. Everyone is still soundly asleep and it’s good. You go to your room as slowly and quietly as possible and finally, you take out everything that was in the bag the bat gave you. Your dress will need to be dry cleaned and as for your work outfit well… you shove it in your laundry basket with some force. Before heading to the bathroom, you let the hot water run in the shower cabin first and you glance at your own reflection.

You are… a mess. Your hair has seen better days as well as your skin in general and … you pause as you notice several bruises on your neck and a biting mark.

No, you’re definitely not thinking about that.

You hop in the shower trying to keep your mind as empty as possible and you scrub yourself as hard as you can trying to push the thoughts away. Telling yourself that you can not think of the bat here, here, you’re a mother, you’re an adult, and you do know better. Than making out with a random stranger and let him blindfold you.

Everyone is still asleep when you step outside the bathroom wrapped in a towel and you head for your bedroom, getting into some comfortable pajamas and doing your best to fall asleep.

It does work and your son is the one to wake you up a few hours later. He wants to know everything about the opera and apparently, his grandma made pancakes. You have no choice but to follow, with a yawn, grateful for the hugs and for the food you see when you step into the kitchen.

“Long night? I didn’t even hear you coming in,” comments your mother.

And for the most part, you hide in your coffee and your food, because you’re tired and it’s not because you’re good at lying to them that you enjoy it. But they do seem to buy it, your silly little excuse and Bruce not showing up, your son seems disappointed for a minute or two and you change the subject to what you are going to do this weekend instead of dwelling on that. Your mother stares at you for a bit too long but she remains silent for the most part, only joining in to remind your son of his homework and the fact that no, you can’t skip church yet again on Sunday.

As if God were about to save you. As if.

***

For the most part, you do a pretty good job of not thinking about the bat. A very good job, it’s only when you curl up in bed that Saturday evening that he lingers into your thoughts and you can’t help but press your own fingers to your neckline, wishing he were here.

A silly thought. That you push away. You also fight the urge to go down to the club, deciding that you really need to stay out of trouble, for your own good.

And you absolutely do not think about Bruce Wayne at all.

That is except for his insistent calling. It starts after breakfast, the very same morning after the bat drops you off. You miss his calls simply because you’re watching TV and your phone is in another room, abandoned. A few hours later, you have a few missed calls from the Wayne, a few…

And really, you get it, he didn’t promise anything and he is a very busy man, you’re just not in the right headspace to answer. Except that he does call again a few hours later. And again. You should probably do something about it but you decide to turn your phone off.

It’s silly, you’re being stupid, but you simply don’t know what to say. Oh yeah no, it’s okay you canceled what I thought was going to be a date, I just ended up kissing Gotham’s vigilante instead… anyway, how was your weekend? Promised or not, you do feel guilty, and the last thing that you want to hear is Bruce, being perfectly reasonable, a gentleman even, and letting you off the hook.

So you don’t answer, you don't plan to, you help your son with his homework, you even make an appearance at church with your mother that Sunday and you do not think about it at all. Bruce or Vengeance, you don’t trust your mind or your heart, either way, to do anything about it.

***

So another week rolls in, and suddenly it's Monday.

Suddenly you're back at your day job and that afternoon is even more boring than usual, you sit behind the counter of the small shop, selling candies to kids and beers to people who should probably be working harder than you. You don't care, you're getting paid and you're being safe. It starts pouring down rain eventually, like it always does in this goddamn town and you turn on the TV to drown the sound. Except that you almost drop a bottle of water that you were handing to a customer when you spot the bat, Vengeance himself on TV. It's just a blurry picture, and it's followed by a journalist, informing the viewers of Batman's latest antics and how he helped the police over the weekend to put some hard felons behind bars. Apparently, they were having the party of the century.

It sends a chill down your spine, an actual one, knowing you were so close to the action, you were so close to being caught yourself and it could have all ended right there and then.

This is why you're not calling Bruce back, he is good in a way, almost too good, he has a future ahead of him, you? You're not so sure, the last thing you want to do is taint him. So you sigh and you turn off the TV and you focus on the rest of the shift. You start cleaning to keep yourself busy and when your colleague shows up for his night shift, he is impressed, you must have been either really bored or really motivated. His words, not yours, you needed to focus on something that was not you for a few hours and you shrug, wish him a good night, and head home.

It's still raining when you step out, it's light, so light, in fact, you could believe it was not in fact raining but your face gets damp in a matter of minutes and you accelerate your pace, you just want to curl up on the couch and listen to your son tell you about his day, his perfect day. That's all that you need at the moment. The only thing you can think about so you really don't expect the black familiar car parked in front of your building, and you certainly do not expect the door to open as you approach the building and you certainly do not expect to see Bruce stepping out of his car, eyes on you.

“Hello,” he offers with one of his hesitant smiles and you don't know what to say for a few seconds. Your right hand is on the door, you're ready to go home and forget about the world, but he's here. A few days late, you can't help but think and you want to roll your eyes at yourself, because you have no reason to be upset with him, especially with how you did occupy your time in his absence.

"Hello," you whisper back, he probably didn't hear it. But he makes a step in your direction regardless, always, wearing black, the jacket he currently has on is too big for him and you suddenly wonder if he owns anything in his size. He looks so... lost? Out of place? With his baggy clothes and the damp black hair stuck on his face and his eyes glued on you.

"Is this a bad time?" Bruce asks out loud and you nod no before you realize it, you force yourself to take a deep breath and let go of the handle, stepping in his direction. Back into the cold and back into the rain, somehow, it doesn't feel like that. "I just thought... because you didn't text me back..."

"I've been busy," that's a bald-faced lie and if he suspects it, he doesn't interject, doesn't protest, it's his turn to nod and your eyes remain on him as you watch the gears turn and he makes his own reflection. He looks at his shoes, then backs up at you, frowning slightly. His face is so open, so earnest, that you can see he clearly is confused by your answer and maybe hurt, why is Bruce so easy to read? That's a question for another moment, he's about to open his mouth and you interrupt him.

"Don't, don't apologize, you're a busy man, I get it, it wasn't that important.

"It was." He interjects, sounding dead serious. "Let me make it up to you."

"That's not..."

“Please?"

He asks simply, he begs even and it's not the word itself that stuns you, but everything it seems to carry, Bruce's intense gaze is still on you, you didn't even realize he took another step in your direction, didn't realize that you could actually push the hair away from his face from that distance and you do it before you can stop yourself, because there is no way he can see you properly and it's such a contrast to... the rest of your life. It's not messy, it's not complicated, he clearly is sorry, and he apparently wants to spend time with you, no lies, no darkness, no mask, just him.

"Okay, fine, we can do a do-over, but no opera, something simple, if you can think of simple," you joke at the end to lighten the mood and because he can't keep staring at you like that, you might ask him to do it all night long if he keeps going.

"Something simple, yes, I'll text you."

"And I'll answer this time."

He nods, it feels like a goodbye and before you can say the word, Bruce leans in, and he plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth. It's quick, it's sudden, it's over before it even began, and just like that, he flashes you a smile and climbs back into your car. Did you... did you just agree to actually have an actual date with him? While you recently spent the night in Gotham's vigilante lair? Yeah, you think as you finally push the door, there is something wrong with you.

since summer is starting tomorrow i will get some posts out ! i got a ben smut coming out, a louis partridge fic and a Bruce Wayne fic coming out. I also will update “Mother Knows Best”

really into me???

tom!peter parker x f!reader

I love the nerdy! peter x popular girl trope sm🥹

i was surprised to see that a woman like that was really into me”

you’ve always been popular, you were pretty but with popularity comes fake friends,people assuming your a bitch and a long list of expectations.

you wore the best clothes, your hair and makeup were always flawless, you wore cute shoes but that’s not why peter liked you, he liked you because one time in biology class he saw you looking at star wars memes and from that day on he was in love and total utterly obsessed with you. also because he thought you were nice and smart but never in a MILLION years would he think you’d like him back .

ur pov

i walked through the long hallway to get to my locker, i needed to get something… a lightsaber, a star wars replica lightsaber. i wanted peter to talk to me. he was nerdy and he liked star wars which is always a green flag in men, i tried dropping hints that i liked him but he just wasn’t getting it. i hope he didn’t have a gf. i see him sit with michelle watson at lunch all the time but they didn’t seem like a couple.

i reach my locker and put in my combo, i open my locker and grab the toy and quickly shove it in my bag, i slam my locker shut and hurry to biology class.

•

you reached your classroom and rushed to your seat and just in time the bell rang loudly. peter grinned as you huffed under your breath, the teacher welcomed everyone and wished them a good afternoon. you tuned her out because honestly you were just looking at peter and you hoped he didn’t notice. when the teacher finished talking and gave everyone instructions for the lesson plan. peter turned to you and began spurring out random facts to put in your notes you smiled at him and to your surprise he smiled widely back at you. you felt your heart race.

when the bell rang and class was dismissed before peter had got up to leave you tapped his shoulder and you pulled out the lightsaber and his eyes lit up. “woah that’s scarily accurate. does it turn on” he said with curiosity. you nodded your head and turned it on and the saber lire bright green. “it’s actually uh for you- you seem like a green lightsaber guy” you smiled way to wide you mentally kicked yourself.

“no uh i couldn’t accept this” he was charming and you just wanted to kiss him then and there. “no please do! i have another at home, blue. like obi wan” you softly chuckled. “do you maybe wanna come over and like hangout”. you retracted the saber and put it in his hands. “yeah” he didn’t expect you to actually say yes. you took a marker from the table and wrote it on a piece of paper. “text me soon parker” you got your bag and left. he was in shock. Ned would never believe this.

•

he almost immediately texted ned and told him everything. ned couldn’t believe it until you waved to him at lunch, ned was now convinced. peter couldn’t wait for your hangout. your friends weren’t supportive of your interest in peter, who you thought was your best friend maddy had actually gagged when you told her you were planning on hanging out with him, sadie thought you were committing social suicide by associating yourself with Peter.

but you didn’t care. you made sure to look extra pretty so you could impress him. you wanted so badly to ask him to the dance but it was to early to tell if he liked you yet, flash asked you twenty times yesterday and you rejected him twenty times. flash sent you roses and chocolate but you thought it was annoying. flash bullied peter and he was just an asshole to everyone who wasn’t popular.

•

your hangout with Peter was a success. you learned so much about him and you were surprised to learn he already knew everything about you. you two became fast friends. you began hanging out with him two times a week. you studied and watch movies, you even went out to dinner with him and his aunt may. did i mention aunt may was basically the biggest peter x y/n shipper. it was prom week and today was the day you mustered up the courage to ask Peter if he wanted to go with you.

**********

you texted peter to meet you in the hallway during 6th period and you anxiously waited. you cleared your throat and practiced how you’d ask him. you feared he’d reject you or what if he laughed in your face? you’ve never feared rejection before but with peter… it was different. he was different then any guy you had liked before, you genuinely liked hanging out with him and you didn’t just like him cus your friend pushed you towards him practically forcing you.

you saw him walking up to you and he smiled. “hi y/n what happened?” you smiled and finally just blurted it out. “do you wanna be my date for prom?” you reached into your pocket and pulled out a keychain. “you have anakin, i have padmé” you showed him. he looked around the hall but nobody was there. “Am i being pranked?” he frowned and sighed. “what no, why would you think that?”.

“because you’re pretty and one of the most popular girls in school, i thought i was just your new charity case” he looked at you and your heart shattered how could he think you were that shallow. “im just surprised that a girl like you would like a guy like me”

“your handsome and smart and charming. that’s why i like you.” his jaw almost dropped. “I like you to a lot y/n”. “then be my anakin at prom? uh that sounded so cringey. Go out with me?” he smiled. “yes. i would love to be your… date.”

UNEDITED AND CRAPPY CUS IM SOO TIRED BUT I JUST WANTD TO GET A MCU IMAGINE OUT. IM GONNA WORK THROUGH ALL MY DRAFTS RN.

DC SMUTS WILL BE OUT SOON INCLUDING A REQUEST I NEGLECTED ( u know who u are) CUS WRITERS BLOCK.. ITS LIKE MY SMUT WRITING SKILLS JUST DISAPPEARED??!!!!! SRRY :( 🖤💗💗

THE DANCE OF THE BLACK WIDOW

bruce wayne x black widow! reader. this is based on the gotham verse but you can picture any bruce you want :3.

playlist: i did something bad - taylor swift, bellow the surface - griffinila, you don’t own me - saygrace, cardigan - taylor swift, static - steve lacy , dark red - steve lacy , softcore - tnh

[ a widow is trained like a machine, meant to have no emotions, no chance of feeling love…. but what if bruce wayne, the man she is protecting teaches her how to love. ]

[october 1st ]

“number 001, enter” dreykov called out to you, he was the owner and founder of the red room. the place you had trained at since you were a child, sat next to him was oswald cobblepot aka the penguin. you entered the big office room and you bowed your head to both men. “001, this is my friend and our new client, penguin.” dreykov smiled at you.

“hello mr. penguin, how may i be of use.” you turned to him and you saw his face light up. dreykov gave you the look. the look was kinda like a green light of sorts, like a code for ~go ahead show off your skills~. dreykov whistled and two big men entered the room, you walked down to a corner of the room, the men followed and when dreykov banged his fist on his desk you got to work, you punched and kicked and flipped both dudes until they dropped on the floor.

they were both bloody and bruised while you didn’t even have a scratch on you. “she’s amazing, my god!!” oswald clapped and laughed like a mad man. dreykov grinned. penguin looked at you ignoring dreykov. “what else can you do.”

“karate, judo, kung fu, wrestling and i’m trained in acrobatics.” your voice sounded almost emotionless and that’s what oswald liked most about you. “she’s skilled in every combat style, she’s a master assassin” you nodded. “I might know of a certain billionaire who might be interested in her” penguin smiled. “bruce wayne? he’s mere boy. what could he use my widow for?” dreykov rolled his eyes.

“all these villains want to kill him. a widow will do him good.” penguin laughed. you swore to god that dreykov gave a genuine smile. “why did u request 001. she’s fresh. i have more experienced widows.” he was right, you just started getting missions at fifteen. other widows like yelena have had over twenty eight years of experience. so why did he want you?.

“bruce is a man of particular taste, y/n is a young beautifully… dangerous woman, just his type”. after about ten minutes of discussion, dreykov dismissed you and told you to pack your things. if things go according to the plan bruce wayne would bid on you and win. you didn’t know why dreykov and oswald wanted bruce to bid on you? but you were raised to follow orders not to question them. widows just do. they don’t ask why and they never said No.

that night you returned to your chambers and started packing your things. all your belongings fit into one medium sized suitcase. you’ve done research on bruce, how his parents died. how villians want him dead. the things he cares about the most some theif named selina kyle, his butler alfred pennyworth.

it was the night of oswalds auction you changed into your stealth suit. it was black with a red hourglass logo on the belt. all widows had white hourglasses on their suits, but dreykov made yours red you never knew why. a handler woman named lorna came and escorted you outside where a limo was waiting for you. you grabbed your suitcase and opened the door. on one side it was the penguin and dreykov.

you sat down on the right side of the limo and sighed. this was going to be a long mission. Oswald cleared his throat “don’t worry, this is only temporary, right?”. dreykov nodded grinning a bit. “right. you’ll be back in two months.” he grabbed champagne and poured himself a glass.

•

you were tucked away in a corner with dreykov watching bidders bid on top of the line weapons, historical paintings that should have been givin to the gotham museum. you kept your eye on bruce he was bidding on some painting, all night he was just reckless spending money. “I LOVE ART. I LOVE IT! YEA” he screamed you weren’t even close to him at all but he was still so loud. “that kids an absolutely brat but he’s definitely gonna love you.” dreykov glanced up at you patting you on your shoulders. “why? does he need to love me.” you cleared your throat. “all in good time my dear.” he chuckled.

you heard bruce and a woman with a white bob have a bidding war over a knife. a knife for god sakes. “woah ms kean. that’s a lot of money, for someone like you” bruce shouted. what an asshole you thought. “TWO MILLION DOLLARS”. bruce just spent two million dollars on a stupid looking knife. you saw oswald run to the stand and bang the wooden gavel. “SOLD! to mr. bruce wayne” people applauded. dreykov chuckled. penguin gave dreykov the signal. penguin was going to go get him interested in well basically renting you.

bruce’s pov:

“i do love seeing that woman lose.” oswald laughed and applauded me. i gave him a fake cocky smile. i was still supposed to be acting like a complete brat after all. he came closer to me and whispered. “a little piece of friendly advice. barbara kean does not give up easily” i nodded pretending to be looking concerned. “she will be coming for that knife. i would just,uh, keep a close eye on it if i were you” oswald grinned. “or you could pay someone else to do it. like a highly trained assassin. she’s the best of the best. they call her a widow. im auctioning her off for two months.” oswald whispered even lower. now he kinda was peeking my interest. “i think you’d like her. you could use a henchman or in this case a henchwomen.” he patted my shoulders and walked back up to the stage. who was he talking about?

“well there’s a new wrinkle, isn’t it?” alfred sighed. “we should stay for the last item. i’d like to see her.” i turned my head back to the stage. “her? you do have a taste for the dangerous. don’t you master b” i rolled my eyes and chuckled. “i do need as much help as i can get against ra’s al ghul” i whispered.

oswald brought up a girl in a black jumpsuit on stage. she was well gorgeous , h/c hair, e/c eyes and a beautiful complexion. she had a a gun strapped on her left thigh. a red hourglass logo was on her belt. “a trained widow assassin. two months of safety guaranteed. she’s made to kill.” oswald laughed. the girl had said nothing. not a word. “can i get a thousand dollars.” i was about to raise my hand to bid but then a old guy in a red suit came close to the auction stage. “three thousand dollars.” the old guy muttered oswalds face changed to an annoyed look.

“five thousand dollars and 89 cents.” i raised my hand but this creep kept bidding more. “fuck off” I told him. i don’t know why but i needed to be near her. “a million and fifteen cents” oswald winked at me and raised his gavel to bang it on the desk. “SOLD! to mr bruce wayne again.” some people clapped, the others gave me dirty looks.

•

dreykov grabbed your suitcase and your hand and escorted you to bruce . you kept a smile on your face and you had your hands to the side, almost dangling over your gun. “mr. wayne. congratulations this is 001. my personal favorite widow” dreykov chuckled a bit. “so she’s a bodyguard?” alfred questioned. “yes and so much more. she has many different talents, ill pick her up november 30th unless you decide to rent her again. you bowed your head before speaking. “mr.wayne, i am at your service.” he smiled and shook your hand.

you shook alfreds hand and greeted him. “mr pennyworth” you bowed. “no need for that child.” he smiled. you were put off by it, it’s like a fake smile. maybe he felt bad for you. but you didn’t really know. you haven’t felt anything. only anger and fear. “so i’ll let you get going.” dreykov handed you your suitcase and left, probably going to find penguin. you clutched your suitcase but suddenly alfred grabbed your suitcase from your hands. “alright master wayne. miss 001. let’s get going.”

the car ride to bruce’s home was really awkward. he kept asking you questions about dreykov and about widows, you gave him very vague answers. “why do they call you 001?” he asked. “i don’t know. dreykov picked it out.” you said blank faced. “widows don’t have names?” he asked like a curious boy. a complete 180 from what u seen him act like at the auction. “some do. dreykov gives us names when he thinks we deserve it.” you sighed it was chilly in his car. alfred watched you two from the rear view window. “alfred when we reach the manner could you prepare tea, i have a lot of questions for 001”

• 

“don’t you feel that its dehumanizing that dreykov auctioned you off.” bruce sips his tea as alfred pours you some. “well i don’t really feel much of anything really. dreykov is like a father. this is how i repay him.” you bowed your head to alfred and sipped your tea. “how long have you been um- uh?” he choked on his words. “widowing? since I was fifteen so 4 and a half years.” his eyes wandered around your face. “you’re alovely miss. why become something so deadly” the older man asked while taking a seat next to bruce at the dinning table. “girls are often under looked by men. i use my lovely face to manipulate men and then I shoot them dead” alfreds eyebrows raised.

you really shouldn’t be sharing any of this with bruce but you did anyways it just felt natural talking to him. “i noticed at the auction earlier. that you have a red hourglass on your belt.” bruce placed a scone on your plate with some tongs. “it’s a symbol all widows agents have but only mine is red.” it wasn’t necessary to tell him the last bit, yet you did. “the black widow has an red hourglass marking” he bit into his scone. “i like it. that spider is deadly” you grinned “the name suits you well. 001 the black widow. doesn’t it alfred?”. “yes sir but she’ll need a name we won’t be calling her a bloody number.” alfred chuckled.

“im sure we will come up with something but in the meantime we will call her widow. is that ok with you.” he looked to you. “of course sir.”

[bruce’s study ]

it was big and rustic looking. lots of books on fancy looking shelves. he sat down on his chair in front of a desk. you adjusted your a suit a bit and made sure your gun was loaded and ready, as well as your escrima sticks. “do you ever have days off?” oh god more questions you thought. “nope. i love this job.” eh it was half true. “i don’t really know you but something tells me that i want to”

“mr. wayne there’s nothing to know.” you sat down on the couch near the desk. “on the contrary. i think there’s much to learn.” he grinned. bastard. you were feeling things you shouldn’t have. COULDN’T HAVE. widows don’t get butterflies in their stomachs. they don’t deserve it. love. you wouldn’t even know what it’d feel like. widows are basically like machines.

“i think i sense something sir. don’t be alarmed but im going to turn off your lights. stay put.” you walk over to the light switch and switch it off.

you stood very close to the window. you signaled to bruce to keep quiet. a couple seconds later a shadowy figure appeared in his study. you ran up and used your thighs to flip her over and on top of the ground. bruce turned his desk lamp on. “selina?” bruce said slowly like he wasn’t sure. “should I finish her off sir” you reached for your gun that rested on your thigh. “no. let her get up” you did as you were told. “ow! so this is the tramp you hired huh?” selina chuckled . “watch how you address her. she’s my widow.” he raised his voice just a little bit.

you felt a vibe between them. maybe they used to go out you thought. “apologies. we were expecting some else” bruce sighed. “who?” selina scoffed. “doesn’t matter. what are you doing here?” he sounded genuinely curious. you walked over to bruce’s side. you clutched your gun in you hands. you don’t trust the street rat you hear he is so infatuated with. “i heard about penguins auction” selina looked at you up and down. “so barbara sent you for the knife. figured i’d just hand it over” listening to these two bickering was hilarious. “something like that.” she smiled. “why’s it so important to her?”

“how should i know? she was supposed to get it for some client. a pretty dangerous guy.” selina huffed “and that if you were smart you’d hand it over and save yourself the trouble.” selinas eyes were calm. meant that she didn’t see bruce as a treat. that’s how she was able to talk to him so causally. “I spent two million dollars on it i think I’ll keep it” he began to raise his voice. you kept your words to yourself.

“why are you acting like this.” selina crossed her arms sounding a bit hurt. “me? what about you. are you barbara keans errand girl now.?” he stood up from behind his desk. “I’m her partner but she won’t see me as equals unless you do me this solid.” selina pleaded with him. “widow. you may be dismissed. there is no threat” you bowed and left the study leaving bruce and selina alone.

•

about an hour later alfred helped you settle into your bedroom. it was big and had plenty of room. alfred brought you some clean sheets and fluffy blue towels . you thanked the elderly man and bowed. “goodnight young miss.” he smiled and left you alone. you made your bed and unpacked some of your jumpsuits into one of the many closets. you grabbed a blue towel and went to shower.

you wanted to wash the guilt away. you grabbed your pill bottle and took two. dreykov would scold you if you didn’t take them. you packed a black pair of shorts and a tank top. a widows favorite pajama set. another thing you sneakily pack was a pair of pink pointe shoes. you didn’t enjoy much of anything but you did like ballet, tho you’d never say it out loud.

after you got out of the shower you brushed your hair into a tight bun. two knocks were heard. “widow.” it of course was bruce wayne. you closed your eyes and sighed walking to the door. “hello sir, do you need anything” you smiled. “no. i just want to let you know that im four doors down. and alfred’s room is downstairs. if you need anything.” he smiled.

“thank you sir” you bowed your head. “bruce is fine. tomorrow me and alfred have some errands to run but you are free to use the kitchen,gym and living room. alfred will set up a tv for you tomorrow” his voice was soft as silk, as sweet as red whine. “goodnight” he touches your arm and pats it. “night.” you said in response. he left leaving you feeling very much confused. how would you last two months?

THE VOID

Anthony Bridgerton x Female Reader

saw an edit of alicent with static by steve lacy and got inspired . “hope u find peace for yourself”

you’ve known anthony since you were fourteen, back then you used to fawn over him but he only saw you as elosie’s best friend but that all changed when you had been named the diamond of the season, he now saw you as a potential match. a potential bride.

eloise told you how much she hated that you and anthony were courting. she told you that she’d never speak to you again if you married anthony, so you were acting dumb so he wouldn’t be interested but when your father caught on to your scheme he beat you for how you acted in front of anthony.

so to avoid anymore punishment you acted on your best behavior. anthony danced with you thrice and promenaded with you a couple times and that was enough for him to propose. after he asked your father for your hand, he asked you in front of both of your families. in front of his mother and his siblings and your father and uncle. you said yes because you knew if you said no your father would be livid.

you’re only eighteen years old and he is one and thirty so you didn’t really have much in common other than you both liked to read and you both hated losing in pall mall but he was decent to you. he gave you a huge allowance so you’d go shopping if you got bored.which was very often. after your honeymoon you took up the role of the lady in the house, dowager bridgerton moved to another home close by with eloise, francesca and gregory. though you and anthony told them that they could stay they left to give you guys space. well almost everyone.

hyacinth stayed because she “liked the room she has already and she had no need to move”. so it was the three of you most of the time, she became kind of like a friend to you even tho she was only twelve. you wouldn’t call yourself her mother figure because she already had a great mother who was only a few houses down but you knew she looked up to you. you and hyacinth would go gown shopping and would go for strolls in the park. that was the only time you felt joy. anthony would barely speak to you. you didn’t share a room with him. you two would only have sex twice every month so you could try to produce heirs.

dinners were quite. silence only broke if hyacinth spoke. after a while you gave birth to edmund jack bridgerton, so your days were less boring. you’d spend most days with baby edmund and hyacinth. once in a while daphne and violet would visit you. eloise would only speak to you if it was necessary. she called you “lady bridgerton” or “viscountess bridgerton”. most days you cried yourself to sleep.

you felt empty. you missed the girl you used to be. lady y/n was free and fun whilst viscountess bridgerton was a bore and trapped. you had finally had enough when lady whistledown called you a broodmare. a horse who’s only purpose was to breed. you were hurt because it was true.