Bruce Wayne(Pattinson) x F!Reader

Future

X black f!catwoman reader

The Batman

a/n- i was scrolling through TikTok and i saw a snippet of the comic "Catwoman 80th Celebration" and ingot inspired by the certain part that was poste. And for this im putting Bruce and Reader at at least in their early 30's and married.

warnings- language, sickness, throwing up, slight angst

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The bathroom was your best friend at the moment. You were haunched over the toilet, emptying your insides.

"Shit." You groan and lean against the wall. You started to doze off against the wall when a loud knock came to the bathroom door.

"Y/n!?" You hear bruce on the other side of the door.

"Are you ok? You've been in there for a while." You leaned over and flushed the toilet before standing up and opening the door.

"Ya, Bruce I'm ok." Bruce looked at you suspiciously but decided not to pry.

"Alfred has breakfast set up." He says and you nod.

"Ok, let me brush my teeth and get ready so we can go on patrol after." You say and before Bruce could even answer. You shut the door and locked it. You turned and faced the mirror and ripped the bonnet off your head revealing your baby hairs. You were extremely tired so all you did was throw your braids into a bun and walked out of the bathroom.
Bruce was sitting at the huge dining table wondering where you were. He saw you out of the corner of his eyes and looked up.

"Great I'm starving." He says and immediately starts throwing together his plate.

You and Bruce haven't been married for long. Only 3 years, but had been dating for 8 years prior. It took Bruce years to warm up to you, to talk even. It has always been the two of you and Alfred. But maybe it was time to expand.

"Bruce. Can I ask you something?" You ask him as you begin preparing your own plate.

"Go ahead." You smiled and wiped your hands on your thighs.

"Have you ever thought of expanding our family?" Bruce immediately stops eating and looks at you. He knows what you mean by that. But he just can't, not now.

"What like a dog?" He asks acting clueless. You could tell he was evading your question.

"Bruce, you know what I mean."

"Y/n." He starts and sets his fork down. "We can't, you know we can't. Not with what we do."

"I know but what if I stop and stay home."

"Y/n it won't matter, we have the enemies. Not just as Batman and Catwoman, we have enemies as Bruce and Y/n Wayne." Bruce slid out of his chair and dragged his plate closer to you. He grabbed your hands with his and kissed them. You looked down at your lap when Bruce kissed your cheek.

"Hey, I'm not saying we cant at all. Just not now, in the future when Gotham is safe."

"Safe?" You scoff. "When will that be? 15-20 years, when I can't have kids anymore?" You pulled your hands away from him and he groaned in frustration and turned back to his plate, as did you.
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After breakfast was over, you had stormed off with tears running down your face. You passed Alfred and the way you entered your and Bruce's room and slammed the door. Alfred sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He approached Bruce who sat there in silence.

"What happened?" He asks and takes a seat next to him.

"She wants a kid." Says Bruce and takes a sip of juice.