batman x reader lemon

chapter 1

I was part of the Bat Family, but instead of Batgirl, Robin, or Batwoman, I was Nightingale. The black mystery in the night. The bird that doesn't sing. A fighting machine.

When I was young, I had a big family: my dad, my mom, five brothers, and one sister. But all that happiness came to an end.

My mom died in a car accident. Two of my brothers died fighting off thugs. My sister succumbed to depression. That left me with my two youngest brothers and my dad.

My dad did his best, cleaning the house, getting a better job, doing everything he could to provide for us. But one night, while we were all asleep, someone broke into our home and stole the money we had saved for me to go to college.

That's when my dad almost gave up. So, I got a job to help out. Oh, and the twins are Jason and Connor. They're six years old, and I take them to work with me since I work as a waitress. I'm 18 years old, but I know how to fight, thanks to my brothers.

But let's just keep working. It all started when I met Bruce Wayne.

I was cleaning off the tables, and my brothers were playing around nearby. Seeing them laugh and play brought a rare smile to my face after all the hardship. As I hummed to myself, lost in the rhythm of my work, the bell above the door chimed, signaling a new customer. I glanced up, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Look! It's Bruce Wayne!" a woman called out.

I looked up to see a man who was the epitome of elegance and power. His presence commanded the room, and I couldn't help but stare. I must have looked dumbfounded because I had never seen such a handsome man in my life. He sat down, and one of the waitresses, a girl known for her arrogance, dashed over to him, eager to impress.

"H-hi Bruce Wayne. What would you like to order?" she stammered, her usual confidence nowhere to be seen.

I cringed. That girl was so fake. She was always rude and constantly harassed us, bragging about how she was more beautiful than anyone else. I continued cleaning the floor, shaking my head at her antics, until she suddenly ran back to the kitchen, tears streaming down her face.

"What the fu—"

"You."

"H-huh?"

"What's your name?"

"Y/N, s-sir!"

"Hmm."

Bruce looked me over from head to toe. His gaze was intense, and I felt a flush rise to my cheeks. I wanted to tell him, "Hey, my eyes are up here," because he kept staring at my chest, my legs, and my lips.

"You're good enough. Bring me a coffee."

"O-oh! Yes, Mr. Wayne!"

As I ran to the kitchen, I saw that rude girl crying in a corner. I wanted to ask if she was okay, but I knew better. Whenever I asked, she always snapped, "It's none of your business!"

So, I ignored her. When I finished making the coffee, I saw my brothers bothering Mr. Wayne. My heart sank. I hurried over and placed the coffee on his table.

"I'm so, so sorry about my brothers," I apologized, my voice trembling.

As I reached to grab their hands, he stopped me.

"Wait. No, they were giving me... information. Look, thanks for the coffee. It's been a tough morning."

"O-oh, no problem!" I stammered, taken aback by his kindness.

Bruce Wayne got up, paid for the coffee, and I noticed he left a $300 tip for me and $20 for the boys. My eyes widened in shock and gratitude. I tucked the $300 tip into my bra, feeling a mix of disbelief and relief.