DC Imagines

Bruce Wayne - Only when it comes to you

(Y/S/N) = Your superhero name

(Y/B/N) = Your best friend's name

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You stood on top of a roof somewhere in Gotham. It was late at night and the usual sound of the city filled the night. You watched over the streets looking for any signs of trouble. 

"(Y/S/N), there's some activity going on at a nearby warehouse, I need you to go check it out," You heard Bruce speak over the comms.

"I'm on my way," You replied before you sprinted to the warehouse. Once you had reached the warehouse you looked down through the skylight only to see the Joker and a bunch of his minions. 

You counted at least fifty minions guarding on the inside. "It's with Joker with at least fifty of his new friends," You told Bruce over the comms. "Go on in we need to capture the Joker and find what information we can about his new plans backup will be there soon," He replied grimly.

You crashed through the skylight of the warehouse causing everyone's attention to be turned to you. As soon as your feet had touched the ground gunshots rang out through the building. You ducked, and ran for cover. Once the shooting had died down slightly you took out your bo staffs and attacked the person closest to you. You had taken out most of the guards and were now standing over your latest victim. 

Click!

You turned around to see one last guard standing right in front of you with a gun pointed at your head. Something inside you sparked when you heard the click of that gun, and when you looked at the guard all that was seen in your eyes was pure rage.

You grabbed the guard by his arm and flipped him over so that he was now on his back. You straddled the man and kept punching over and over. You saw nothing but red as you let your anger take control.

It wasn't until you felt a strong pair of arms grab you and drag you away from the man did you snap back into reality. You looked up to see Batman standing there looking at the man you had just beaten. He walked over to the man, checked his pulse, and looked at you with a look you knew you never wanted to see again. 

Your eyes widened right before you had turned around and took off. You ran out of the building and shot your grappling hook into the air before you heard your name being called. You didn't look back you just kept on running. You ran to your house, jumped in your car not bothering to grab anything and started driving. 

As you were driving the adrenaline started to wear off and you thought about all that had just happened. You killed a man. You fucking killed a man! You felt the panic return and you tried to calm down before you crashed into someone else. 

You pulled over and leaped out of the car and ran the rest of the way of where you were going. You had driven all the way to Metropolis. You ran through the streets and tore your mask off your face. You took the comm and tracking device out and smashed them both with your foot.

You kept running until you had reached your best friend's house. You burst through her door panting with a crazed look on your face. She spun around and looked at you. Her eyes were wide with panic at first but when she saw your face all she did was pull you in for a hug.

She didn't say anything, she didn't ask any questions, all she did was sit there and hug you until you felt yourself slowly coming back to normal. "(Y/B/N), is it cool if I just stay here for awhile?" You said breathlessly. 

"Of course," She replied and hugged you tighter. 

~~~~~~TIME SKIP ~~~~~~~

It had been a few months since you had left Gotham. Under a different name, you had gotten a job as a waitress at a nearby shop. You didn't reach out to anyone who lived in Gotham because you were trying to stay hidden. It worked for a while, but the past will always come back to bite you in the ass.

You had just gotten off your latest shift when (Y/B/N) came in the room holding her phone with a confused look on her face. "(Y/N), some man just called my saying he was looking for you. He said his name was Bruce and he was on his way over here. Is there something wrong?" She looked at you with the most concerned look on her face.

You froze at hearing Bruce's name but managed to choke out, "N-no everything is fine no need to worry, why don't you go out and have some fun! You deserve it after putting up with me for these last few months." You gave her some money and pushed her out of the apartment. When you were sure she was gone you started having a mental breakdown. 

You froze when you heard a knock on the door. Taking deep breaths, you walked over to the door and opened it. Sure enough, there he was Bruce Wayne was standing in the doorway. "You are a hard woman to find (Y/N)."

"That was the point Bruce," You replied with a scoff. You opened the door wider to let him in.  

Sighing, you closed the door and turned back to Bruce, "Why are you here?" Bruce frowned and walked towards you, " We need to talk."

Rolling your eyes you scoffed and said, "Talk about what Bruce?" 

"Don't play coy (Y/N), we both know this is serious," Bruce stated raising his voice slightly. 

You were taken aback for a second by his tone before quickly regaining your stance. "Yes!" you yelled throwing your hands up in the air, "I killed a man! But, you know what the bad part is Bruce?" You said anger dripping in your tone. "I don't feel guilty about it at all! I only left because I couldn't bear the thought of you looking at me every day with disappointment in your eyes!" You said tears now falling down your face.

Bruce softened, he cupped your face, wiped your tears, and said, "Nothing you could ever do would make me disappointed in you." 

You laughed and put your hands over his, a small smile on your face, "You're an idiot, you know that right?" Bruce smiled and said, "Only when it comes to you."

He then pressed his lips against yours feeling that warmth he missed for so long. And in that one moment, you both were truly happy.