batman x reader lemon

chapter 6

I hurried down the stairs, my heart pounding with worry for my father.

"D-dad, what's wrong...?" I stammered as I reached the bottom step.

"S-so you mean to tell me you-" My father's voice faltered as he noticed me, his expression caught between surprise and concern.

I glanced around the room, searching for the source of his distress, and my eyes settled on Bruce. He stood there, tall and confident, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he met my gaze.

"..."

"Honey, you didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!" My father's voice boomed through the room, a mix of amusement and interrogation.

"He's not my boyfriend..." I replied, my voice trailing off uncertainly.

"He bought you roses, of course he's your boyfriend!" My father insisted, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Well... he's not."

" Wellllll, if you don't want him, I can take him..." My father chuckled, attempting to lighten the tension.

"sigh Dad, go to work..." I sighed, feeling a mix of exasperation and embarrassment.

"Hehe! Yes, ma'am." My father grinned mischievously, giving Bruce a nod of acknowledgment before heading out the door.

As the door closed behind him, Bruce turned his attention back to me, his gaze steady.

"Well, um... your dad seems to like me," Bruce remarked, his tone slightly awkward.

"Yup," I replied simply, already turning to head back upstairs, eager to escape the awkwardness.

"W-what the! Hey!" I exclaimed, startled as Bruce surprised me with his sudden appearance.

I sighed deeply, trying to regain my composure. "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat...."

"Our date... remember?" Bruce reminded me, his voice tinged with hopefulness.

"I never agreed..." I began to protest, but Bruce interrupted, handing me a dress, beautiful roses, and some chocolates.

"Here! These are for you," Bruce insisted, his enthusiasm not dampened by my reluctance.

"Ahh, nice changing the subject, I see! Thanks, but dude, I'm tired..." I replied wearily, feeling overwhelmed by his persistence.

"I bought you--" Bruce started to say again, but I cut him off firmly.

"No, no, no. Please, I don't want to be a bother; you've already bought me all this stuff..." I insisted, feeling uncomfortable with the extravagant gifts.

"Then go out with me... just one night... please..." Bruce pleaded, his tone softer now, more earnest.

"..... fiiiiiiiiiiinnne...." I relented reluctantly, feeling somewhat trapped in the situation.

Bruce hugged me tightly, and in a softer tone, he whispered in my ear, "I like girls like you, always so hard to get..."

"You touch me again, and I'll cut off your dick," I whispered back sharply, trying to maintain control over the situation.

"Haha! Wow, that's so hot! Haha!" Bruce chuckled nervously, stepping back slightly.

As I turned to head upstairs, Bruce stopped me with a sudden thought.

"Hold on! I didn't know what you like... so I got you these too."

Bruce hurried back to his car and returned with three more dresses.

"Oh! Um, thanks," I mumbled, taking the dresses and carrying them to my room. I laid them out on my bed, admiring their beauty but feeling overwhelmed by the gesture.

"Red... no, black... purple... blue... pink..." I murmured to myself, trying to decide which dress to wear.

"Why did he get so many dresses?" I wondered aloud, still perplexed by Bruce's extravagance.

Finally, I settled on a sleek black dress with a delicate bow beside my hip. It accentuated my curves, and despite my reservations, I hoped it wouldn't invite unwanted attention or judgment.

After putting on the dress, I brushed through my hair and styled it in a bun before checking my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Satisfied with how I looked, I made my way downstairs.

"B-Bruce, how do I look?" I asked nervously as I descended the stairs, hoping for a genuine compliment.

"Oh my! you look... nice," Bruce stammered, his eyes widening in admiration.

"My little brother chimed in excitedly, "Just nice?! She looks like a pretty princess!"

"Yeah, Y/N looks like a girl who can steal any guy!" Bruce added enthusiastically.

"W-what!? What do you mean!?" I stammered, feeling flustered by their comments and blushing despite myself.

"They're saying you're beautiful," Bruce clarified with a smile.

"Th-thanks, Bruce..." I mumbled, still feeling unsure about the evening ahead.

"Look! Y/N is blushing!" my brother, teased. 

"N-no, I'm not!" I protested, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Aww, she's so cuuuute!" Bruce teased further, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Hehe, the babysitter will be here in a couple of minutes," I mentioned, eager to change the subject and avoid further teasing.

"Oh yeah. Boys, be good for her, okay?" Bruce instructed my younger brothers, transitioning to a more serious tone.

"It's a guy," I corrected, wanting to ensure they were prepared for the sitter's arrival.

"Oh? What's his name?" Bruce asked curiously, genuinely interested in their caretaker.

"Alfred."

"Well, he seems nice?" Bruce inquired, raising an eyebrow.

"He slapped me once," I replied nonchalantly, causing a momentary silence to settle over the room.

"..." Bruce was momentarily speechless, unsure how to respond to that revelation.

"Let's get going," I said finally, eager to leave before the conversation took a more awkward turn.

"O-ooh, okay! Bye, boys, I love you!" I kissed both of them on their foreheads, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving them but knowing I needed a break.

"Be good, okay?" I reminded them before heading out the door with Bruce.

Both of them nodded earnestly and chorused, "Okay!"

"Come on, let's go, Y/N," Bruce said, gesturing towards the door with a hint of excitement.

"Bye, boys!" I called back as we headed out, hoping for a smooth evening despite the unexpected twists and turns.