Superheroes Love Us (Marvel & DC X Reader)

Batman ( Bruce Wayne) X Angel!Reader

Key:
(Y/n) = your name
(H/c) = hair color
(L/n) = last name
(E/c) = eye color

Reader's P.O.V.

I thought that I was enough. I thought I was the right one for him. I thought was how far I went on the subject. How could I possibly believe this now? I don't want to believe this is my fate which is what my heart says but my head says to get over it. Why is a better question for me to ask. I ask ever minute of everyday since that day. I asked and keep getting silence from everyone, everything everywhere I go. A daze rolls over me like rain. My body is numb as it gets battered and beaten by the elements. The wind blowing my hair in every direction it's able to go in as the rain poured and the lightning was accompanied by the thunder as it cracked above the city and the sound bouncing off the tall empty buildings. The flickering street lights didn't bother me as I walked down the poorly lit sidewalk in my crowded city of Gotham. As I walked the eyes of the one I loved watched me from the rooftops.

Third-Person P.O.V.

Unknowingly to his love, he suffered just as much as or more than his love. Her soaked (h/c) hair clung to her tear stained soaked rosy cheeks. His blue eyes shed more tears as she walked through the streets cold and wet. The urge to go and hold her, his (y/n), was over powering but he held himself back. The pain in his heart grew as every step (y/n) took towards her unknown destination.

His once stone cold heart ached as he thought about the things he wanted to do to her but could not. The things he could not give to her killed him the most inside.

Reader's P.O.V.

I thought I was the beauty to the beast. How wrong I was. Can you blame me for dreaming? A young love-sick lonely girl wondering for love? You might be confused right now but everything will be explained. This is my story on how I fell in love with The Dark Knight or The Most Wanted Batchelor in Gotham.

I born to normal parents so I thought but nothing is what it seems. My mother was the most beautiful woman in my father's eyes, and angel he would tell me. It was so romantic and I wished my future relationship would be like that too. She had the most amazing red hair that curled and flowed like a raging fire up her back to the top of her head, flawless pearly white skin, and the eyes that sparked as bright as emeralds. My father was not that bad looking himself. He had raven black hair, lightly tanned skin that looked like he just came from the beach, and blue eyes that represented the ocean on a calm day. Even though my mom and dad had jobs and kids to raise they stayed in peak condition. My mom had a slight muscular but feminine figure while my dad had a muscular build that did make him look tough.

What my mom and dad did for jobs were great they said to us all the time and to not to be picky with what is provided for you. I did not know much at the time they told me so I believed them. Now I am a grown women out in the world not having to deal with the old one my parents created for me. The lies and false ideas did not stress me and push me into a shell of what I am supposed to be. I fought against that and went to college to be what I wanted to be. I wanted to be an Art Director the only challenging thing that I faced was hiding my wings and angelic powers from corrupt officials that knew I existed. I didn't have to hide me wings under clothing was because I could make my wings absorb into my body but it was uncomfortable after awhile so I let them free almost immediately when I walk through the door or in my office when I'm late at work. I could heal other people as well and summon my holy sword that causes the victim to receive pain but no actual physical wounds. I can produce a shield by saying a special prayer and my feathers are the most important because if one was plucked from my wings I would be bound to that person till I got my feather back.

After work, I would go back to my apartment which was full-floor and on the top level of the apartment complex which was at least 20 levels up. This height to the complex gave me a good launch area for my vigilanteism at night as Archangel, guardian of the innocent and punisher of the corrupt. Some nights I run into Batman and others his sidekicks that roam around or even some Justice League members that try to recruit me but I keep telling them they have Hawkgirl and that's enough winged creatures for one organization even if they fight for justice. They are persistent idiots that don't know when to quit. One time Batman tracked me down and tried to convince me to join but I said no he got angry and put a tracking device on me to find me later. Later that night I put it on Joker cause I was too tired to deal with a maniac that night.