DC/Young Justice Imagines (REQUEST OPEN!!!)

🦇👱🏻Batman/Bruce Wayne🦇👱🏻

Reader is an old friend of Bruce's and gets kidnapped by Joker. Bruce has to save her.

My Dark Knight:

When I got into my (F/C) off-the-shoulder dress an hour ago, I didn't think I would have Joker pressing a gun to my temple.

No. I thought I would have a nice evening with my childhood friend, Bruce Wayne (and crush). Maybe coax a dance out of him and then just drink some champagne with the most rich and obnoxious of Gotham. And maybe tease Dick about anyone new girls in his life. Like normal.

No. I just had to be exiting the bathroom when Joker and his goons entered to take over. I just had to be the first person he saw.

And right now, where am I? On the stage with a gun badly spray painted green pressed to my temple and a lunatic clown grinning at me.

This night was just great.

"Come on, Batsy! Come save this little petal." He pulled my body further into his and pressed the barrell against my head so much, it hurt.

I looked around at the terrified faces looking for Bruce but couldn't find him. Had he left while I went to the bathroom? Dick was still here though. He was close to the stage. He looked ready to fight?

"Batsy!" He was starting to get impatient. Joker pushed me forward and I fell to the hard wood stage. The gun was still aimed at my head. I tried to breathe normally. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. "Brave little thing aren't you. Or just stupid." A slight growl emitted from him.

I wasn't sure how much longer he would wait. Soon he'll kill me and move onto the next hostage. And that might be Dick. No. I would keep Dick safe.

"Joker! Leave her alone!" I heard the gruff voice and for a second I swear I had heard it before.

"Sure thing." I felt the pain before I realised what happened. Joker had swung the gun and hit my across the face with the butt of the gun. My body slammed to the floor as the blow to my face startled me.

"(Y/N)!" I heard Dick shout as he reached onto the stage as grabbed my hand. "Are you okay?" My head was spinning and I tasted blood.

"I'm fine." I mumble out and pull myself up. The Joker was preoccupied with Batman. Dick helped me off the stage and I clumsily leant against his frame. "Well, tonight was certainly interesting." Dick gave me a disapproving look. Just like Bruce.

"Take him to Arkham!" Commissioner Gordon yelled fifteen minutes later once Batman had disarmed and knocked Joker out.

"Where's Bruce?" I slurred out. My vision blurry and my face bruised.

"Come on, (Y/N)." I recognised Bruce's voice and felt his arms wrap around my shoulder. I numbly followed him and blacked out.

The pain in my cheek woke me up and the first person I saw was my best friend, Bruce Wayne.

"Hey Grumpy." I smiled at him but he didn't smile back. "Bruce?"

"We can't see each other anymore." My heart stopped.

"What are you breaking up with your best friend?" I joked but his expression showed how serious he was. "Why? Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head.

"You're a distraction. I can't be worried about you and protect Gotham." I chuckled.

"I think you're being a bit overdramatic. You're a playboy billionaire. You're acting like a crazy person. What are you...Batman?" I giggled but his expression didn't change.

"Yes." He mumbled. Geez, was he trying to give me a heart attack?

"Sure and I'm Kryptonian." I tried to lighten the mood but then again, this is Bruce.

"This is serious. I was so busy thinking about you, I didn't notice Joker entering the party." He sighed and brushed his thumb against my cheek. I whimpered at the pain. "You wouldn't be in this pain if I had just not been mentally consumed by you." I blushed at his words and slowly sat up.

"Bruce. So what? You're Batman. Awesome. You got a little distracted because you care about me." I smiled at him. "Stuff happens."

"It's not because I care about you." My face fell.

"So tonight I got hit in the face by Joker and kicked in the gut by you. Great." I venomously replied.

"That's not it." He ran his hand through his raven hair. "Goddamit. I don't know how to explain it." He sounded frustrated so I grabbed his hand.

"You've always sucked at saying. So just...do" I grinned. Proud of my solution.

"Okay." He cupped my uninjured cheek and leaned in.

"B-b-bruce." I squeaked. His lips met mine and he kissed softly at first then more deeply. More passionately. He moved back but didn't met my eyes. Unsure if he had done the right thing.

"So does this make me like Mrs. Batman." He laughed.

Superman has super strength. The Flash has super speed. And Aquaman can talk to fish. And me? I can make Bruce Wayne smile. Which is one of the most beautiful things known to man.

"Come on, Mrs. Batman."

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