Alive - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Smut so obviously NSFW)
Summary : The Batman died months ago…Or, did he ?
I decided to indulge some of you who keep asking for more Bruce smut so…here’s more Bruce smut. With feelings though because I HATE writing things without any emotions. I’m not into just the filthy smut with no story..and now I surely hope that I was able to write emotions/feelings properly up. NSFW so if you’re not comfortable with those things DO NOT READ ! I’ve got plenty of stories that are totally not NSFW you can check out instead (link to my masterlist down below). Hope you’ll like it :
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Your eyes were betraying you.
Your brain was betraying you.
That was it, you had tipped over the edge of madness.
You were definitely and irreversibly crazy. After months of
grief and pain, it finally happened.
Because he couldn’t be there. You had wished for
months and months for him to be by your side, and now, your own mind
was playing trick on you. Because he could. Not. Be. There. No.
And yet…Yet why weren’t you the only one reacting to his sudden appearance ?
Your children gasped, and Alfred made a loud sound of surprise.
And why were Diana and Clark by his side ?
If it was an hallucination, why would you see them with him ? Why would you hallucinate them too ? Especially since you still hadn’t forgive them for what they did…
Your oldest is the first one to launch himself towards him, and your boy’s body make a sound as he hits his father’s. A very real sound…You’re confused.
Ho…how ? Bruce’s arms wrap around his
son and…he does seem real.
For a second, you think maybe it’s a dream. One of many you had ever since Bruce’s death. Because this is all too good to be true.
Because this is impossible. Because…Because you saw him
The memory of this awful moments comes flooding to
You saw him died. Or rather, you saw him being
swarmed by monsters on Apokolips. It was the same thing really. There
was absolutely no chance he survived that day. Even less chances he
survived that long. The many months.
It was all so blurry, your own mind shielding you from the trauma of loosing the love of your life. You couldn’t remember everything in details.
Him having to stay behind to disarm a weapon that would wipe all life in the universe. Being the only one who could do it.
Him begging Diana and Clark to drag you to safety, because he knew you would never leave him willingly…And, trying as best they could to ignore your screams of despair, they did get you safe and sound.
It was the least they could do. They owed him that much. After all, he was sacrificing himself for the greater good. And though it cost them a lot to leave their best friends behind…They knew they weren’t any other solutions.
If even the Batman, even the man that had a plan for everything, from A to Z, said : “this is our only chance”…then it was the only way.
And as the portal to Apokolips was closing, and you were safe back in the Watchtower, the last vision you had of him was his smile to you. Him mouthing “I will always love you”, before a wave of creatures buried him under them.
Your supplication to open the portal again broke all your friends from the League’s heart. And when J’onn told you it wasn’t possible, that Bruce made sure the entire thing would fry when the mission was done (for safety, so that they wouldn’t bring any of the nightmarish beasts that lived on Apokolips back with them), you lost your cool. Your lost all control.
Your screams of pain still haunt them at night.
They had to give you a sedative. And against their will, called your sons to pick you up. They had to tell them…And it’s with a broken and heavy heart that they brought you back home. Took care of you as you always did for them. Because you needed them. You needed their love. Their support. And they needed you.
One of the central pillar that was holding this family was no more.
Their father was dead.
The love of your life was dead.
Bruce…Was never coming back.