DC:Reimagined

Bruce Wayne x Victim!Female Reader

TW: mentions of blood and death

Bruce Wayne sat at the edge of the hospital bed, his eyes fixed on the girl lying in front of him. She was bruised, battered, and barely conscious, and Bruce felt his heart constrict in his chest as he remembered the horrific events of the night before.

The Joker had struck again, targeting innocent civilians in the heart of Gotham City. Bruce had been on patrol as Batman when he had heard the screams, and had rushed to the scene, taking down the Joker and his goons just in time to save the girl lying in front of him.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching out to take her hand. "How are you feeling?"

The girl stirred, her eyes flickering open. She looked up at Bruce, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The girl broke the silence first.

"I... I don't know," she said, her voice trembling. "I... I thought I was going to die."

Bruce squeezed her hand gently. "You're safe now," he said reassuringly. "You're going to be okay."

The girl took a shuddering breath, and suddenly, tears began to stream down her face. Bruce reached out to pull her into his arms, and she buried her head in his chest, crying openly.

Bruce held her close, his heart breaking for the pain and suffering she had been through. He knew all too well what it was like to feel helpless and vulnerable in the face of evil, and he was determined to comfort her in any way he could.

For hours, they sat together in the hospital room, talking softly and sharing their stories. The girl told Bruce about her family, her dreams, and the close call with the Joker, while Bruce shared glimpses of his own struggles and fears.

As the sun began to rise on a new day, the girl finally fell asleep, her head still resting on Bruce's chest. Bruce watched her sleep, his heart and mind racing with conflicting emotions. He knew it was wrong to let himself get too close to anyone, to risk exposing his secret identity and putting those he cared about in danger. And yet, he couldn't deny the intense chemistry and connection he felt with the girl lying in his arms.

As he sat there, lost in thought, a nurse came in to check on the girl. Bruce gently placed her back on the bed, and prepared to make his exit. But as he turned to leave, the girl stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

"Wait..." she said, reaching out to take his hand. "Don't go."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with possibilities. But in the end, he knew what he had to do. He took a deep breath, reached out to brush a strand of hair out of the girl's face, and leaned down to kiss her.

It was a soft, tender kiss, born out of mutual pain and a genuine desire to heal and connect. And as they pulled away, Bruce knew that he had just taken the first step down a dangerous, but irresistible path.

Together, he and the girl would navigate the treacherous waters of love, loss, and redemption, fueled by the unshakeable conviction that they could conquer anything as long as they had each other.