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.

After some time with Bruce, you’d found yourself comfortable enough to share a detail about yourself you hadn’t actually shared before. Now, comfortable does not mean you couldn’t be nervous. You were, you had no idea what kind of reaction it warranted. What he’d have to say. “Hey, Bruce? Do you have a moment?” You asked him as he sat at the dining room table in solitude. He nodded and pulled out the chair beside him.

“Is everything okay?” He noticed your body language, a bit off compared to how you usually acted around him. He made quick assumptions that you disproved in the coming moments.

“I just wanted to tell you something,” you paused and he stared in anticipation, “I’m autistic.” He raised an eyebrow and waited to see if you’d continue. “That’s all.”

“Oh, okay. That’s nice, thank you for sharing.” Bruce reached for your hand and smiled at you. “Do you want to tell me what it entails? I know it’s different for everyone.” He offered to lend and ear and you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

“I think that’s a great idea.”

The Psychopath Sitting Next to You

Edward Nashton x reader

warnings: death/murder, violence, you know. all those crimes edward committed 😫

a/n: and the title IS a tøp reference. i also went a little bit overboard and detailed the aftermath…ah hah hah

prompt: @kpopgirlbtssvt: “Oooo hi! Can I please request a Dano!Edward/Riddler x reader (romantic) oneshot where they are dating and living together? Y/n is more on the innocent and naive side, so Y/n is completely oblivious to anything Ed is doing, just seeing him as the sweet/adorable man that Y/n fell in love with (he is in love with her too). Y/n is super afraid of the Riddler, not knowing it’s Ed. And Ed, being the best boyfriend he can be, comforts Y/n; promising he’ll protect them no matter what (again, knowing that he himself is the Riddler). I can just see the smile on his face as Y/n melts into his arms and loves knowing Y/n feels completely safe with him.”

You met Edward Nashton just a few years ago, a gentle soul he was. Reserved, quiet, kind, thoughtful, the perfect man for you. And when he finally opened up to you, that just made your relationship with him all the better.

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.

Selina laid her head in your lap, facing the pawn shop TV you’d snagged and playing with the cotton protruding from the ripped fabric of the couch you’d found on the side of the road. But a home was a home, no matter the contents. All that you really needed was someone to share it with.

Your fingers trailed over the short hairs on her head, crossing over his ear and finding her neck every so often. Selina had just touched up her hair, making sure it was short enough to fit under a wig without hassle. It always made her tingle when your fingernails trailed around the crown of her head. “You like it?”

“Always have, always will.” You told her, tracing silly shapes with your finger. “Ever think about shaving a little design somewhere around here?”

You shuffled through your mail in front of your mailbox: bill, bill, junk mail, coupons…unstamped letter? It was hand delivered, but by who? You peeled the envelope open and found a handwritten message, It is priceless, but it comes to you for free. You stood there a minute, a bit uncomfortable by the mystique behind the situation, but the answer came to you quite soon. Love.

You went upstairs to your apartment and opened the door only to find another letter on the floor. Same handwriting. It is mine, but you can only keep it. You sighed and threw your mail on the counter, bringing the letters to the couch as you analyzed them. You couldn’t exactly figure out who would have sent these—well, delivered these to you. For now, you’d carry on about your business.

And the next morning you went to work, almost forgetting those riddles on the coffee table. By the time you got to the diner, one of your regulars was already seated and waiting for you. “Hi there, Edward, I see you already got your coffee.” You greeted him kindly while walking behind the counter. “Need anything else?” You asked him and he shook his head.

“I’m all set, thank you.” He smiled and pulled a pen from his pocket, scribbling something on his napkin. He then left a $10 bill on the counter and exited without another word. You chuckled at his nervous demeanor and cleaned up his spot.

“Annette, he left you a tip!” You called to one of the waitresses and spotted the napkin. Same handwriting as the letters you received last night. I start with T and end with a T; without me, your love won’t last. “What the..?”

The nights were always sleepless and long in the winters, lack of insulation caused a chorus of shivers across the rows of beds. Faint cries could be heard through the walls and you knew they’d never end, no one cared enough to do anything. “Ed. Eddie.” You whispered to the kid in the bunk above you and watched his head peak over the edge. “Come with me?” You wrapped your blanket tightly around your shoulders and crawled out of bed, cringing as your bare feet hit the freezing cold floor. Eddie climbed down and followed you to the hallway.

“They’ll know we left our bunks.” Eddie said while tiptoeing over the creaky wooden floor and bared his teeth when you opened the nursery door, worried you’d alert someone of your presence.

“You’re welcome to turn back, but I’m going in.” You told him and snuck into the room where the babies had been neglected by your caretakers, you couldn’t take the crying anymore. It haunted your dreams. Nor could you bare another incident. He sighed and followed you inside, carefully shutting the door and turning to see you cradling a baby in your arms, sharing the heat of your blanket and body with the defenseless creature and lulling it to sleep with a gentle hum. “See? It’s easy. Soon they’ll stop crying and it’ll be one less thing to worry about.” Ed cautiously approached a crib and lifted another baby to console, feeling a sense of pride being able to do something here. In here, each child felt powerless, unable to help anyone or themselves.

But not anymore.

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.”

also mr waynes journal <3

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’d been on your feet all night, serving crude customers with your coworkers all night, getting mere seconds in passing to talk your trash and escape for a few moments, but Selina could see you struggling and saw her chance, taking your tray away from you and setting it on the counter. “Break time.” She pulled you away from the bar and towards a quieter setting.

“Wait, I still have tables! You’re gonna get me fired, Selina.” You whined and she smiled back at you.

“Annika has it covered, babe, you’ll be fine.” Selina assured and brought you into one of her favorite, secluded places, a secret she shared with very few. “Now we get some alone time, can you handle that?” She teased you for your dedicated work ethic. She stopped dragging you along as you began walking side by side with her and squeezed her shoulder, giving her her very own butterflies.

“Glad I have someone looking out for me.” You told her as she put her arm around your waist and let the noise fade behind her, only focusing on you.

rataalada has been seized…(10/10)

it was fun while it lasted <?>

“Lina,” you called to her in the dressing room, waving your hand your way, “come here! Pleaseee!” She ran over to you to see what was wrong.

“What? You need something?” Selina looked at your nervous expression and you nodded.

“My ex is here.” You told her and her eyes went wide. “No, don’t do anything to them! Could you cover the floor for a while? Just until they leave?” You begged, but you knew you didn’t have to.

“No worries, y/n, I’ve got your back.” She said and you pulled her into your arms, feeling her pat your back.

“Thank you, Lina, thank you! I owe you one.”

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.

rataalada has been updated…(9/?)

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

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