Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

You Can't Save Everyone pt3

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Word Count: 2084

All you wanted to do was enjoy the Christmas season with your girlfriends. Filling in for your absent brother as Batman already complicated that. Now your every day life as Y/n Wayne was further getting in the way of your happy holiday season.

The press was eating you alive because of your date with the women. The first shock to the public was that you were interested in women, then came the shock of you being with Harley, and then when they found out you were also with Ivy, they had gone mad. Though at the time, you had neither confirmed nor denied that you were dating.

It had come to the point where none of you could go outside without being harassed. While publically you weren't allowed to physically fight the press, your girlfriends had no trouble putting them in their place.

The event that finally pushed you over the edge happened on a snowy day in the middle of December. The three of you were out getting hot chocolate and checking out some lights around the city when the paparazzi swarmed you.

You took a protective stance in front of the two women as questions about the nature of your relationship were thrown at you from every angle.

" How long have you been together?"

" Are you gay, Ms. Wayne?"

" Who bottoms?"

" Why on Earth would you, a high class citizen, socialize with these two lowlife criminals? Are you not concerned about what it does for our image? Associating with these two makes it clear that you are unfit to run Wayne Enterprises. We need Bruce Wayne back in charge immediately"

That last paparazzi was the one you lunged at. You couldn't help yourself, he insulted you and your girlfriends. He stuck up and snobby, and he needed to learn that words just like actions had consequences. The other members of the mob gasped and started filming and taking pictures of your vicious assault on the man.

You would've hardly called it an assault, you maybe got three solid punches in before Harley and Ivy pulled you off of the man. You were seething, and the glint in your eye showed a darker side to you that the press had never seen.

" Calm down, baby," Ivy whispered in your ear as Harley squeezed your hands in hers. You closed your eyes and regained as much composure as you could muster.

You reached in your pocket and flung a wad of cash down at the paparazzi you attacked. You looked at the rest of the group before you addressed them," Tomorrow I will be addressing the public in front of Wayne Enterprises, spread the word."

With that, you walked away from the group with Harley and Ivy by your side. Their place was closer, so that's where you three ended up.

As soon as you walked in the door, you headed straight for the couch. You threw your body on the couch and put your hands over your eyes before letting out a sigh," Stupid paparazzi"

You felt yourself being moved around the couch but kept your hand over your eyes. When they were finished moving you around, your head rested in Ivy's lap and Harley was basically laying on top of you. Harley cuddling into your chest made you move your arms to wrap around her. Ivy's hands massaging your scalp made a lot of the tension dissipate from your body.

" We could break up?" Harley suggests, and you look at her like she has grown a third eye on her forehead.

" No"

" Maybe she's right Y/n, this is affecting all of our livelihoods. Yours way more than ours"

This causes you to sit up from your spot," Are you two crazy? Don't answer that it's a rhetorical question. I would go through this everyday of my life if it meant we could be together. I don't give a fuck what the newspaper, internet, city, or the world has to say about our relationship. I love you both and nothing anyone had to say is going to sway me from those feelings"