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The Falcon

Bruce Wayne x teen!reader

warnings:

a/n: ik this took forever but i fell IN LOVE with this song and it really did remind me so much of like, the court of owls and it just fit together so perfectly. literally been listening to this song nonstop. so good.

prompt: @qrow-shroomlight: “Hi!! I would like to make a request for the music event, can I request a blurb with the song "The Falcon" by Mimi and Richard Farina with Robert Pattinson's Batman and a child reader (like a parental relationship)? I was think the reader was an assassin but it can be up to you! Thanks!”

Ever since you could remember, you were a pawn to the Court of Owls. Well, you’d be more accurately described as a knight. You weren’t like their other soldiers, you were trained to be more. You weren’t an Owl, and maybe that’s what truly set you apart from them.

Once the Batman had arrived at this hold-up at the bank, all hell broke loose. You and the other hostages sat on the floor, bowing your heads to protect your identities and lives, but you yourself couldn’t ward off that recognition. “You’re a Wayne, don’t lie to me.” The man with the gun snatched you by the arm and held you before him. “‘Child of Gotham’ right here, you better stay back, freak!” He yelled, trying to figure out if Batman was anywhere to be seen, but few could track him, and you weren’t scared.

But as soon as he dropped down from the ceiling, shots were fired and a bullet went straight into your thigh. You fell to the floor, screaming in pain as repetitive gunfire overwhelmed your ears. Then Batman realized what had happened, his sibling bleeding out on the floor. Nothing else mattered in that moment, so your captor used that to his advantage. “He’s getting away.” You told your masked brother as he wrapped your leg up the best that he could.

“I don’t care.” He grunted, lifting you off the floor and carrying you out the double doors of the First Bank of Gotham, leading the line of hostages out behind him. Outside, a dozen police cars with flashing red and blue lights were waiting for you all. Bystanders let go of their breaths, negotiators had felt they failed at their jobs, and the EMTs patiently awaited your arrival. “They were shot, the bullet is still in their leg.” Bruce placed you on the gurney and you grabbed his hand before he walked away, giving him a light smile as a thank you before you were lifted into the ambulance and taken away.

You dragged your feet against the wet concrete as you neared the corner, fingers fidgeting with the lint in your coat pockets you’d jammed your hands into as the nerves set in. Crime Alley, as it was so lovingly dubbed, was the home of your worst nightmare come to life, and now you’d brave that same alley again with the only other person who walked out alive with you. Your brother, Bruce.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You asked him, inhaling deeply just before you turned the corner. He had no answer for you, and neither did his face as you neared the spot that became a turning point in your life. The chalk outline had been washed away, so had all the blood. You would have never known two people were gunned down there unless you read the paper. “Bruce, I don’t like this. Let’s just leave the flowers and go. I’d rather visit their graves.” You tried to pull him away and heard a gun cock behind you.

“Give me all your money.” The thug demanded and you slowly raised your hands, peering to the side at the off-duty vigilante. Another nightmare in this alleyway, another gun pointed at you, having you wonder if you’d make it out alive. You kept waiting for him, wondering if shock or a flashback had taken over. “You deaf? I said to give me your money!” The man shouted louder and you began to shake as you reached into your pocket. “Slower!” You obliged and lifted a money clip from your pocket, but before you’d been able to pass it on, Bruce took the opportunity to strike, knocking the man’s gun far from grasp before knocking him out. It was then you burst into tears over the weight of another experience like this.

“I think that’s enough. We can leave now.”

He sat at his desk, hunching over his journal with a pen in hand, ready to write his endeavors of the night. But tonight felt different, it felt lighter than the others because of one fateful meeting. He wrote the date, the year, and after that the words were ready to flow.

This city still needs work, and I’m the only one willing to do it. For twenty years I’ve been focused on that goal, but tonight I veered from my path. I see dozens of faces every night I put on the cowl, but none of them had ever affected me this way. None had distracted me from cleaning up this city.

But whoever this was, they made me feel vulnerable. Like there were no more shadows, I was in the open. I vowed to keep this city safe, yet they could make me forget that in a second, throw this city to the rats and give me a new purpose. But I can’t. And no matter how much I’d like to see them again, I can’t. If I do, I’m not sure how I might react. I hope I don’t, because if I do, it will be because they’re in danger. I have to keep helping this city so that never happens.

He shut the journal and shoved it in his desk drawer, then turned his attention to the computer and scrubbed through his contacts footage until her found you again, already failing to keep his word to himself. In a moment of weakness, he used facial recognition to find out just who you are. Y/N L/N.

You looked at his face with the cowl on and shook your head, “No, it’s not right.” You squinted at him and he practically squinted back, confused by your statement.

“I thought we agreed on this, now you don’t like it?” He asked with a hint of agitation as you rustled through your bag, trying to grab a certain case if you could just…feel it…there.

“No, it’s not that. I’m fine with the bat thing, but here. Just take it off for a second.” You requested and he lifted the bat-eared helmet off of his head, his hair dropping around his eyes. There were a few quiet moments of waiting and watching and you dug your fingers into a case of black makeup and without warning, you smeared it across his eyes.

“Y/N!” Bruce flinched and you shushed him.

“Hold on, just trust me.” You rubbed on a few more scoops and admired your messy, but effective work. “Put the mask back on.” You told him and watched everything come into place. “Now you’re ready.”

It was the fancy restaurant that tipped you off, but you acted clueless as ever for his satisfaction. Stares were noticeable from all around, shocked that Bruce was out tonight, it was a rare occurrence for him to be seen in public. And as dinner came to a close, Bruce got down on one knee to ask you that question, “Y/N, will you marry me?” Now every eye left was on you, waiting for your answer, a simple nod as he slipped the ring on your finger. Applause rang out through the entire restaurant as dessert was served.

A few people had come by to congratulate, while others phoned in their reporter contacts to let them know the big news, Bruce Wayne was engaged. You’d both been quite reserved, even after the ring was on, but that all changed when you stepped outside to flashing cameras pointed at you and a dozen reporters requesting their comments. You leaned over to Bruce’s ear to say, “A little good publicity never hurt anyone.” You raised your left hand to show off the diamond and the crowd lost their minds.

“Yeah, but it makes my eyes hurt.” Bruce whispered back, making you chuckle as he kissed you on the temple.

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riddle answers are (not in order): joker, punchline, ha

note: try leaving before answering, getting riddles wrong, getting riddles almost right, and refreshing the page a few times. you get new replies from the riddler.

“You need to stay out of the public eye for a while. This psychopath went after your boss, you’ll be next.” Your brother warned you, but he could never understand what it was like being you.

“Bruce, I’m not like you. I don’t hide from the public and I don’t lurk in the shadows, I can’t. And you know what else? I have nothing to hide.” You pushed back against his warnings, this was no time to hide. “The election is this week, I can’t leave my post. This is my job and Gotham needs me just like they need you. So back. Off.” You poked him in the chest, right where that bat would be.

“And you’re sure you don’t know who the rat was?” He asked you, insinuating you’d been lying this whole time.

“Like I said before, Colson didn’t share that information with me. Must have been an important person not to tell the assistant district attorney. So search high, not low. And leave me alone, I just got a mile high stack of paperwork and I don’t need the guy dressed as a bat to keep me from my deadlines.”

Just a Name

Bruce Wayne x reader

warnings: the batman spoilers, injury, blood, drugs, needles, death, i think that’s it

a/n: changed the plot just a bit to make more sense. matt reeves let me write the next batman movie. also to anon: 💖💖💖

prompt: anonymous: “so the reader and batman have been working together for a while but reader doesn't know his identity (for now) and batman is badly injured so they try to drive him to the hospital because there's no way they're letting him die but he refuses to go there and ask that they take him to the wayne tower instead bc there at least he can keep his identity a secret so the reader drives there and goes with him in the elevator and leaves him with alfred and they put the pieces together concerning his identity, and maybe they get to see him without his mask when he's better?”

Help was scarce in Gotham. At least, the help that made a difference. Two vigilantes among Gotham found themselves needing each other’s help every once in a while, you and the Batman found you worked well together when the situation called for it.

And tonight it did. You found yourselves at the same crime scene with a swarm of cops buzzing about the place, but the two of you walked together finding whatever forensic evidence might help you with the case. “Batman,” you drew his attention near window, a fresh etching in the wooden windowsill that seemed to be a calling card of sorts, “does this mean anything to you?” You stared at five lines and the shavings that were left behind.

here is the full key for the riddler ciphers!

the lighter symbols are the ones i drew in, the rest are from this post! happy hunting ?

The Waynes had all that money and nothing to do with it. At least, that’s what your kidnapper claimed after he snatched you off the street and threw you in the trunk of his car. You were now tied up in some dingy, disgusting warehouse waiting on your brother to come get you. Little did your captor know you had a panic button on your watch.

“So your brother doesn’t wanna answer the phone, huh? Guess we’re gonna have a problem. Got any ideas on how I’m gonna get my money?” The man hung up the endlessly ringing line and you shook your head.

“My brother can’t even answer the door. You think he’s gonna answer his phone?” You said, feeling the vibration on your watch, a feature that let you know the Batman was here. A sudden crash through the upper level window started your friend, but not you. Not in the slightest. You scooted your chair back, away from the violence and immediate gunfire while you waited for your brother to finish up and untie you. Once the guy was down, your bat-brother approached to untie you.

“Is there anyone else here?” He asked, slicing your binds apart with his knife and sticking it back in the empty cavity on his chest. You rubbed your wrists in relief and shook your head.

“Just him, not the sharpest tool in the shed.” You sighed and saw your brother staring at you, both menacing and a little amusing with the bat ears. “Yeah? What are you looking at?”

“You’re bleeding.” He pointed to your forehead, where you’d been struck earlier that night. “I’ll get you home, Alfred will take care of you. Follow me.”

“Thanks…Batman.”

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