remedy
bruce wayne x wife!reader
mentions: fluff, bruce gets injured, bruises and wounds, killer croc lmao, reader is married to bruce for years (not specified how long), both are madly in love with each other,
(out of all the characters in dc, bruce wayne will forever hold a special place in my heart. it’s absolutely crazy how there are barely any fics of him considering we’re talking about THE bruce wayne??? BATMAN??? yeah okay sorry im rambling too much, enjoy!!)
(ps, this is definitely not proofread so please excuse the grammatical errors. will fix them later)
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another day, another night of patrol— which meant another night of bruce coming back harmed. only this time, it looked worse
“this is gonna sting” you murmured as a warning, lightly patting one of his wounds on his arm with a alcoholic pad. this resulted in a hiss coming from bruce’s gritted teeth but still managed to stay still for you, laying down on his chair that faced the batcomputer as you were standing besides his armrest
the wounds on his arms were just the tip of the iceberg— bruce came back after a fight from killer croc, which resulted in not just wounds but also bruises. you didn’t know whether to be upset or worried, it’s always both at the end of the day
you muttered a small sorry and finished cleaning the rest of his wounds, throwing the used alcohol pads away before coming back with a roll of gauze in your hand. bruce tried to reassure you yet he had no energy to stop you— props of fighting a 7 ft+ crocodile
“i’m fine” he said with a grunt as you carefully wrapped the gauze around his arm, already used to his denial shenanigans. “bruce” you spoke, eyes not leaving his arm as you continued to cover his wounds and cuts up. “you just fought a reptile— and in the sewers out of all the places” you let out a small huff before tying the gauze securely around his arm
“honey” bruce sighed deeply, about to say another excuse that would go in the lines of i’m-fine-and-it’s-not-the-first-time-i-faced-killer-croc. but before he could even proceed to, you interrupted him with a soft yet firm “don’t”
the dark knight has fought criminals, psychopaths, meta humans, aliens and even gods. but he knew when to be quiet when you used that tone
a moment of silence passed before it was your turn to let out a heavy sigh, almost a huff that was weighted with frustration and concern from bruce’s lack of self care. good thing you were here, his lovely wife patching him up
you placed the roll of gauze down and cracked up a pack of ice before slowly placing it in contact to the bad bruise bruce had under his eye. he slightly flinched from the cool contact on his skin before settling in. his eyes noticed the worried look you had as your gaze kept scanning his face for any other injuries
“i’m sorry” barely a whisper as those rare words left his lips. the last thing bruce would want to do is have you worrying about him all night. your eyes softened from his apology as they went to meet his, noticing the slight guilt look your husband had. you slowly pulled the ice pack out before placing it down and gently cupping his face with both of your hands, careful not to press on his bruises. bruce could feel the small metal band on your finger on his cheek, the same ring he slid on your finger years ago with one knee and a promise
a soft smile formed on your lips as you leaned and placed a light kiss on his bruise— the same smile that made his heart warm up, the same smile that made his stomach flip and his head dizzy, and the same smile that made him knew that you were the one
“in sickness and in health” you murmured your vows under his bruise before pulling your head and resting your forehead on his. the corner of his lips unknowingly twitched into a faint smile from the sight of yours, hands sliding to your waist as he held you, the warmth of your body making his touch melt on you
and slowly, he leaned in, lips gently on yours— a kiss that spoke more than words, especially since bruce wasn’t good with that. an action that gave you a silent response; ‘i’m sorry, thank you, i don’t deserve you, i love you’
both of your lips parted away, your smile growing as you pulled your head back and placed back the ice pack on his bruise, now fully standing in front of him. “wonder what you’re gonna have to say about this tomorrow” you joked
bruce raised a eyebrow and looked up to meet your gaze, confused from your words at first before they both furrowed in realization. tomorrow night— a charity gala from one of the many organizations that wayne enterprises was sponsoring
he cursed under his breath, silent at first from thinking before exhaling sharply. “i’ll have that handled” bruce nodded. now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow. “oh? and what excuse do you have now, mr wayne?”
a hum simply left from him, his hands not leaving your waist as he leaned back on his chair. “skiing incident at the alps”
“you used that one far too many times”
“car accident. international”
“doesnt fit right”
“polo”
“you know how to play polo?”
“i know how to do a lot of things”
an amused look went on your face, smirking. “are you always this prepared?” your hand that was holding the ice pack on his face now shifted to also cup the side of his face as well. bruce mirrored your smirk very faintly. “i’m batman, i’m always prepared” he responded as-a-matter-of-fact, which was a response that was more than enough
a giggle left your lips, now fully smiling as you leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead. “alright batman” you teased, your other hand on his gloved one. “let’s get you out of this suit so you can go to bed with your wife”
and for once, bruce didn’t argue. instead, his smirk softened as he looked at you with eyes only for you. “yes ma’am” he murmured, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing your knuckles
the next night in that charity gala, that polo excuse actually worked (to your surprise)
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(a/n: i love this man he’s the reason why i got into dc)
matching sets — bruce wayne x wife!reader
(headcanons!)
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i feel like you and bruce’s outfits would always match with small details yet it would be the next topic gotham would talk about for a week straight. even though you loved the idea of matching, bruce would love it even more— subtly matching with you as another way to tell the world and the women (who still try to pine for him) that he was married, besides the obvious ring that was slipped in his ring finger
• an example would be matching his cufflinks with your earrings— you would be sitting down across your vanity as you were touching up your lipstick with eyes glued onto the mirror, hair now styled and dress on with the familiar metal of your jewelry resting on your body. you pursed your lips one last time before closing your lipstick and placing it inside your bag feeling a hair strand getting tucked in your ear and your hair gently brushing to one side with a strong, familiar hand, careful not to ruin it
“gorgeous” bruce would murmur, leaning down to place a kiss to the crook on your neck and quietly inhaling your perfume. “what are you doing?” you asked as you looked at him from the mirror with a shy smile. even after all these years of marriage, his words of praise still had a effect on you to this day “just checking” his eyes landed on your reflection before trailing to your diamond earrings. then, he would give the crook of your neck one last kiss before standing back up and walking back to the walk in closet you two shared.
after a few minutes later, bruce would come back into the bedroom but with his hands on his cuff, securely clicking his cufflinks onto his cuff with two small ‘clicks’ as he faced a full length body mirror and began to adjust his bow tie. the cufflinks were eerily the exact same as your earrings— a pair of cushion cut diamonds now on his cuff. you turned around and your eyes landed on the diamond cufflinks, an amused eyebrow raised as a smirk went on your lips. you teased, back now leaning on your vanity as you crossed your arms and legs. “do you have every single pair of my earrings as cufflinks?”
“maybe” bruce hummed, eyes still on the mirror yet there was a subtle smirk on his lips— almost like one of pride.
• ughhh another one would definitely be matching his tie with your dress— such a classic way of matching and yet another way for bruce to show his love to you in public. he would ask you in breakfast aka on the morning of the gala on what dress were you wearing so he can have alfred iron up a tie that was the same color as your dress
so when you finished getting ready and saw bruce in his usual suit but with the color of his tie matching your dress, you had to resist the urge not to bite your bottom lip to hold your grin in order not to ruin your lipstick and instead, bite the inside of your cheek (it still didn’t hide your grin)
you would slowly walk towards him and slightly readjust his tie— that needed no adjusting— and would smoothen his hair from the sides with a gentle motion from your hand. “interesting color for your tie, mr wayne” you’d mumble under your lips, eyes up at him as your grin failed to hide
“why thank you” his hands would slide around your waist as he’d mumble back in a tone that was clearly amusement. “my wife chose it herself” his eyes would hold yours before shamelessly going to your lips. “damn right she did” your eyes would go on his lips as well before both of you looked back up at each other, silently promising a restless night for you both after you got back from the gala
• and one more classic way of matching that both you and bruce did was your shoes— the iconic red outsoles that filled the bottom of your heels and bruce’s oxfords. funny thing was that the entire trend of louboutins started from you two. it started when you and bruce were walking out from the gotham natural history museum after a showcase of artifacts that were found buried in grant park. paparazzi were chasing you and bruce, cameras snapping as security was making sure those same cameras didn’t get close to you two
and as you two were walking towards the limo, a photo was taken— of bruce opening the door for you, leading you in the limo and of you smiling at him with your hand on his. and as the moment was #couplegoals, the internet noticed the matching red outsoles that peaked under your black heels and bruce’s black oxford shoes and went absolutely crazy for it
however to you and bruce, it was just small details that mattered to the both of you as it showcased both your love of fashion and your love for each other. wedding rings don’t have to be the only pieces representing love, am i right?
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(a/n: woooo another bruce post im so excited to read the new batman issue ugh mymanmymannn)
watching your bf solve a case bc he looks so good doing it
Bruce understands that the robins will struggle to keep their secret identity more than he does with their friends and socializing. So he needs a contingency plan so if someone finds out they're robin, they won't suspect Bruce is batman.
Cue Brucie being the most overprotective parent ever.
He insists Dick is scared of heights. Dick will be swinging on a chandelier, showing off his skills while Brucie is running in circles under him, with his arms out, screaming "don't worry, baby! Daddy will catch you!". He's clinging Dick to his chest, whispering reassurances to him, while Dick is smiling, soaking up all the praise.
Pretty soon the adults are telling Dick off, "you're gonna give your father a heart attack one of these days".
It's 100% worse with Tim. After losing Jason, the 'Batman who's fine with bringing a kid to fight serial killers' is a lot more of an act than the 'Bruce Wayne who will die from heartbreak if his kid has so much as a scratch on him'. Tim accidentally got hit with a basketball one day in school and all hell broke loose in the principals office. It doesn't matter if that was 1% of the pain Tim feels during any training session or fight. That's his baby boy's precious face.
This game is driving me crazy...
I love it, keep it up. 💖
riddle me this batman. are you mad at me
he's three apples tall 🤏🏼
Barbarian Ross
Man's about to turn you into the scene of a happy little accident.
Gotham librarian: I’m sorry Mr Todd, but you can only check out 3 books at a time.
12 year old Jason Todd: hmph! 😠
*several hours later*
Gotham librarian: …oh my god!
Batman, very tired: can i check out Nancy Drew: the mystery at the lilac inn?
Gotham librarian:
Robin: *whispers*
Batman: …with the lasso a library card wonder woman bookmark
Gotham librarian: uh…sure
Batman, internally: when did this become my job