“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader
Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.
Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :
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I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”
Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.
He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.
Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.
And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.
Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.
Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :
-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?
Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :
-Are you guys fifteen ?