TellTale Batjokes: Smut and fluff

Dont touch my baby!

(How can such a B E A N like John be so violent?!)

Today was pretty chaotic for our couple. The bat-signal would go off every hour or so, which didn't give a lot of time for the pair to do things together. Every time they got into something like a game, Bruce would be off in his bat suit, dodging bullets, jumping from roof to roof.

Even though Bruce always told John to stay in the house when he would go fight, that didn't stop him from sneaking out. John hated Bruce leaving. He knew from their past experiences that the people he was fighting were ruthless. He couldn't leave Bruce alone with those animals without making sure he was ok.

Every fight Bruce went to, John wasn't far behind. He wouldn't be in the fight, but he would be somewhere around it. Whether that be in the shadows or on a distant rooftop. Just watching his boyfriend and waiting if he needs help.

Lucky for Bruce, because this particular day wasn't his best. He didn't have any backup from the GCPD due to all the of the other situations, which didn't favor him at all. He gave it his all in every fight, and with only a 30 minute break to get patched up, at the end of the day it really didn't leave him with anything left.

It was 8'o'clock on a Wednesday, and its was a chilling 35 degrees out.
Bruces labored breath was visible as white puffs of steam left his mouth. A trail of blood was visible from his nose, trickling down to his chin. A bullet was lodged deep in his abdomen causing a wave of pain every time he moved the left side of his body. There had to be at least two ribs broken, for every breath caused a stabbing feeling in Bruces chest.

After maybe about a good 30 minutes of hardcore fighting back and forth, Bruce found himself weakened and backed in a corner. He was facing three other men, who were all almost the size of Bane except for one, who was closer to his size.

John stared in horror as the smaller man of the group rushed forward and pressed a gun to Bruces temple. He had to do something. He got up from his little hiding spot on the roof and rushed down. He pulled out a switch blade from his back pocket as he sprinted towards Bruce.

There was some dialogue between Bruce and the other man. Most likely to poke fun at the fact that The Batman was about to die at the hands of them. However their taunts were met with an unrelenting stare coming from Bruces white eye covers. After a short skirmish of words, the goon pulled back the gun, and aimed directly between Bruces eyes.

This was it. He was about to die. He was scared out of his mind, and thoughts rushed through his brain. He didn't want to go yet. Not when everything was just right in his life.
He'd been faced with death many times before, but that was when he had backup. Their was no backup this time. No one to save him.

Bruces thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sounds of pounding footsteps. It sounded like it was from above. Who was up there? He looked up towards the top of the building as the sound got closer and louder. It didn't go unnoticed with the gang members, as the gun was lowered and all eyes were directed towards the rooftop.

John rushed towards the end of the building where Bruce was about to meet his end. His switch blade was at his side as his heartbeat increased. The cold air hit his face, making his cheeks red from running and the cold. His jaw clenched as he was maybe two or three steps away from the edge. He was about to jump, and hopefully fuck some guys up.

Bruce thought for a moment, and then smirked at the man who held the gun. He knew who it was, and he also knew that he wasn't going to die today. Not with John doing whatever he was
about to do.

Bruce recoiled in shock as John jumped on to one of the bigger guys, and started swinging his blade violently. The other two swung around to see their comrade bleeding from the neck, and a green hair figure latched on to him like a piece of tape.

John eventually hopped off like a frog as the giant fell to the ground, a pool of blood starting to form around him. The other two men stepped back away in shock. The one holding the gun looked at Bruce with wide eyes. Bruce wiped the blood from his nose, and immediately took the moment to start swinging again at the gunman.

John on the other hand looked at the bigger man who's was running towards him, about to beat him to a pulp.
"Shit" he mumbled. He wiped the blood off his blade quickly and got ready to attack. He muscles tightened as all the  rage he built up seemed to unleash itself on the unsuspecting gang member. Without another thought, John aimlessly started swinging until he hit something, and eventually made stabs that hit veins.

Complied with the now group effort, the two goons eventually retreated into the street, a trail of blood following both of them. John rushed forward to follow them and stopped at the street curb.

He held himself back from going after them and instead yelled,
"Don't you touch my baby again you fucking freaks!"
Johns voice came to a high shrill as his brows were still scrunched. His breathing was heavy, and sweat matted his forehead and neck. Blood splatters were all over his purple shirt, and some made it on to his face, which he rubbed off with his sleeve nonchalantly.

He looked back at Bruce, who was leaning on the alleyway wall, obviously exhausted from pain and the day in total. He took off his mask and dropped it lamely on the ground to wipe the rest of the blood that smeared from his nose. His hair was frizzy with brown clumps scattered everywhere. His eyes were halfway closed, and it looked like he was about to pass out.

Before he could though, John ran over to him and squeezed him as tight as he could. His head immersed itself in the black leather and armor that protected Bruces chest.

Bruces eyes went wide as his lover strangled him. He smiled weakly as he wheezed out, "I... I told you... to stay, at the house."
Bruce slid down the wall to the ground as he buried his face in Johns green curls and closed his eyes.

"But, I'm glad you didn't."
Bruce whispered.
His hand started massaging the back of Johns neck, making him sigh softly.
Bruce breathed in and caught Johns familiar cherry scent from his hair. He always did smell like some type of fruit, cherry was his favorite.

They stayed that way for a while until John broke the silence.
"You know what sounds good right now"
He spoke a bit muffled.

"Hm?" Bruce faintly replied.

"Waffles."

"You know what else sounds good?" Bruce spoke at a barely audible tone.

"What?"

"Sleep." Bruce started to doze off as his mind shut off.

"Yah that's good too." John giggled.

(SUCH BEANS AM I RIGHT)