Batman X Reader Vol. 1

Prep

(Draft)

You found yourself in the back of his car, heading to a designer store.

"Bruce"

"Yeah?"

"What would you have done if I said no? No to dinner."

"I would tell Gordon and his wife they've got themselves a date night on me."

"You're a sweetheart."

"They're still getting one, if you're wondering. I've just told him they can come tomorrow at seven for their reservation."

You pecked his cheek and felt his smile.

"You know, I've got plan b pills... I was put on them for cramps but they'll come in handy. If you want."

"Uh- when?"

"Whenever."

"How's before dinner? The food there should be good. I don't know about sex on a full stomach." He giggled stiffly.

"Sounds good to me, I don't think I'll want my insides rearranged after I've stuffed myself with... Croissants or whatever."

He cracked a smile as you pulled up to the store. There were mannequins lined up, dressed better than you on a good day; effortlessly posing.

"Woah, this is where you wanted to take me?"

"Yup. Come on, I've driven past here and the dresses on display always catch attention from the road. Just imagine on you."

"They do look pretty, I'm guessing you've already got a snazzy suit?" You looked up at him, wanting to see his response.

"No, I wanted to take you here so we can get matching sets."

"Aw, you wanna match?" You almost squealed.

You didn't let him answer and kissed him passionately.

"Why wouldn't I?"

The second he walked through the door hand in hand with you, everyone's eyes shot in your direction.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne! How can I help you!?" A fidgety assistant waited for his response, just to be disappointed by his answer.

"What matching suit and dress would you recommend for a date night?"

"Um, this way..."

She looked back at you with a disingenuous smile, and you smiled back kindly.

"We've got a crimson set, a burnt orange set, a cream set, a black set, and a gray set. Any would suit you and the lady."

"Y/n, which one do you like?"

"I think black is the best. Not too showy, and black suits you." He smiled at the bad pun but the assistant didn't seem to find it entertaining.

"So, the black set?" She took the hangers holding up the suit and dress and held them up for you to see.

"Yes ma'am." You smiled lightly, knowing she was jealous, to lighten the blows.

"That will be 12,475 for the set."

Your eyes widened and you elbowed Bruce's side gently.

"Where do I pay?" Bruce reached to his pocket and hovered his hand over his wallet.

"This way, please." She smiled at you again, this time a face of defeat slipping into the expression.

Your whispers were barely that, just a husky high pitched voice. "That's too much!"

"My treat." He held your hand you sighed, accepting the reality.

~~~~~~

You walked back into the car with the set in hand.

"Surely we're on the news already..."

"Good."

"Good? We'll get bombarded with girls wanting a piece of you! I'm sure they'd leap into the road if it meant YOUR car ran them over." You joked and threw him an absurd look.

"I don't mind speed bumps." He side eyed you and started the car up.

"Bruce!"

"Y/n!"

The car roared off to the Wayne Manor you remember vaguely.

"How'd you get this place back?"

"The ring."

"I'm glad you got it back. Was everything intact? No stolen items?"

"No, everything was the same. I could tell by the dust. Al lives here too, you might see him, so don't freak if he's roaming the halls or watching TV."

"I haven't seen him in forever!"

You walked in to see Al having lunch, dressed in the same blue overalls that you remembered. They were more black than blue now, but you recognized the white stitching on his chest. 'Little Al'

"Y/n! How you been girl?"

"I've been good! How're you holding up?"

"Oh, I'm holding up, alright. Bruce is still a handful. This Batman shit gets crazy sometimes."

Bruce walked in and plopped his keys on the table.

"Al, are you going back to the shoppe again?"

"You know me"

"I've got a guy up my ass about his Camaro. Wants a place to keep it."

"He knows damn well we don't keep shit for no one. I'll put up a third sign so his ass sees it."

"He doesn't care. Says his brother slashed his tires and broke his windshield. If he comes by, tell him off."

"My pleasure."

You grinned lightly, feeling taken back by the conversation. It was like traveling in time to when Bruce was working his ass off in the shoppe.

"So, we gonna try these on?"

"Oh, yeah."

"What're them dress clothes for, boy?"

"For our date!" You wiggled the fancy cloths in their bags and Al held his thumb up at Bruce in approval.