I firmly believe that there is no reason for Nygmobblepot NOT to happen.

Yes, of course both of them have done terrible things to each other, but this is Gotham and they are villains. So hear me out…

Gotham could have done THIS ENTIRE PLOT without writing in Oswald’s romantic feelings. If the scenes towards the end of 3x05 and 3x06 were written without Oswald realizing he was in love, things still could have ended up the same way.

Oswald would still be jealous of Isabella taking Ed’s time away from him. He still would have confronted her when Ed asked him to, it just would have been as protecting his chief of staff not his boyfriend. He would have arguably been MORE suspicious of her looking like Kristen since he wasn’t clouded by romantic jealousy. It all still would have ended in Isabella’s murder. Instead of Oswald having her brake lines cut, which is clearly a crime of passion, maybe he would drowned her in the bay I don’t know…

This is not a flawless argument and no matter what happens with Nygmobblepot by the end of this season I am SO HAPPY THEY MADE OSWALD’S ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR ED CANON. It was an amazing character development and SO important.


Gotham chose to include Oswald’s love for Ed, and I think that’s beautiful. I also think the writers should have some sort of endgame for the two relationship wise seeing as they have put so much into it already.

Also, there is NO WAY those feelings are one sided I’m onto you Edward Nygma you’re not slick. ;)

Feel free to add to this…

sweetalore  asked:

so happy Jervis got another scene tonight 😁 even though I missed part of it cause Fox News broke into the show for a few minutes... but I was grinning from ear to ear when it came back & his face was showing 😍❤

He is just too hilarious. Even if Os & Ed are my absolute favs ofc, let’s admit they do NO beat Jervis fancy way of rhymes talking! I love it so much! That would basically be my thing if I were a Gotham villain too, crazy puns lol.

Beautiful Frankenstein

Warnings: A bit of swearing

Request: Can yoy do my requesting of a Jerome imagine where the reader puts Jerome’s face back on with needle and thread, lightly chastising him for using staples, to which he replies that the metal gave him an edge but she tells him that sowing it will make it heal faster.

Originally posted by twofacedharveydent

You never thought that you’d ever have to sew anything ever again after girl scouts. Especially not skin. But, of course Jerome never ceased to stay away from sharp objects or dangerous objects. So here you were peeling off your gorgeously handsome boyfriend’s face. The skin was hanging off his face with only  few staples left, that he put on on the way to your house. Meeting a staple you took some teasers and pulled it out.

“Why did you have to use staples?” You quietly asked him. “Its gross.”

You stuck your tongue out and gagged at Jerome. He cackled at you, and slapped his knee.

“Hold still J!”

“I’m sorry gorgeous you’re very amusing.” He said it both jokingly and sarcastically.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the last staple out. Putting them into a now  ruined little glass bowl.  You pulled a little bit harshly and he winced. Then proceeded to fakely hiss loudly.

“Yeah, yeah.” You murmured.

Cringing back you took the skin and held it up between your pointer finger and your thumb. Gently you laid it down on the table beside the small bowl of staples. Taking the needle you put the thread through it, getting it ready to sew Jerome’s face on.

“Why did you use staples?” You chastised more.

“Because it looked badass.” He whined, as he noticed you were chastising him.

“You looked like Frankenstein.”

He scoffed offended and slammed his hand on his heart. You giggled.

“Okay you have to hold still.”

“Do you really have to sew it?” He gave you a pouty lip.

“Well yeah.” You said confused.

“Why can’t I staple it?” He asked like a child. “It gave me an edge.”

Huffing you put your needle and thread down on the table. Then you proceeded to squat down meeting this level at which he was sitting.

“Jerome you have two choices. One, you can look like your old self and let me sew it so that you can heal. Or you can continue to tear up your skin and put staples in your face like Frankenstein.”

“Fine, fine, fine stitch me up princess.”

He sat up straight and closed his eyes. Slowly you lined the skin up with his face. Although it was gross you held it still without shaking. 

“Okay, handsome this is gonna sting.”

He chuckled and smiled, his face muscles pulled causing some blood to fall. You started sewing at the top of his head going slow. You looked down and saw Jerome’s hand clench the edge of the chair. Wincing you continued to stitch up his face. His skin was smooth and his muscles continued to bleed. You kept a wet towel for when the blood got onto the skin.  After around a careful hour of going very slow, his face was complete. 

“There you go sweetheart!”

“Fuck that wasn’t pleasant. But, then it was.”

You rolled your eyes and giggled as he pulled you into his lap. He kissed your cheek and spun you around to look at his new and improved face. You looked at your wonderful new piece of work.

“Jerome you better not fuck my masterpiece up,” You waved your hand from the top of his hand to the bottom of his chin. 

“Give it up gorgeous, i’m always beautiful.”

Jerome Valeska

A= Aftercare After Birth

In the hospital Jerome actually gets kinda nervous the first time you fall asleep after birth. When he sees you eyes close he immediately panics and feels your pulse. He also strokes your hair a lot, gives you head kisses, pet the top of both your hands, kisses your knuckles, strokes your cheeks, and kisses your nose a lot. He is in awe to see you be happy after birth. He’s even happier to see you and the baby together and smiling.

B= Baby

The baby looks just like Jerome. Like I mean exact. When you see them together for the first time its like Jerome is looking in a mirror. Its so cute, it gives you enough energy to take a picture on your phone. He also born with a head of red hair. Soft red hair, its so hard to keep the little hat on because its fun to touch and feel. When the hat goes on you just sit and stroke Jerome’s hair because it feels similar. 

C= Care Taking

When you bring the baby home Jerome mostly takes care of him. He literally is so good with your son in every single way. Jerome’s big smile makes the baby stop crying completely. When he changes the baby’s diaper he can do it well and very fast. Lastly, the baby loves when Jerome feeds him baby food because Jerome tries it first and spits it out. Then he swears and washes it out of his mouth. The baby laughs and Jerome sticks the food in his little mouth. 

D= Delivery

On the day of the delivery Jerome acts crazier than he ever has around you. He laughs at everything, he tells the doctors how they are “fucking stupid cogs”, he takes tools off the tray and throw them into the wall, lastly he almost killed one of the nurses who kept telling you to breath. It made him mad because your were breathing hard and this lady wouldn’t shut up. When you went into delivery Jerome got serious and whispered things into your ear and gave you kisses until the pain was over.

E= Emergencies

During the pregnancy there weren’t many emergencies. The only major one was when you started feeling horrible pains in your stomach. You woke Jerome up and he kissed your stomach, paced around the room, and sweared his head off. Afterward he held you really close and talked to the baby about calming down. Then he calmed you down. 

F= First Time Seeing the Baby

When Jerome first saw the baby he laughed like it was a joke. Until the baby was in his arms, then a single tear fell from his face. He fell in love with the kid. Never feeling any family love (mom, dad, sibling, etc.) he realized how much he really wanted a family. When you first saw the baby it was an instant connection like a usual mother. Although you were quite nervous about how Jerome felt. 

G= Gender (s)

Its a little boy (the first kid anyhow).

H= Hair Color

Red and Orange just like his papa

I= Illness

You don’t get sick as much as usual pregnant women. You mostly only get sick when you eat sour food. But, surprisingly enough the blood Jerome brings around the house. And trust me he gets it everywhere. Even on you, when he comes home he will sometimes forget about what he did. So, when you wake up its everywhere on your clothes.

J= Jumping

Jerome makes you jump more when your pregnant unless your on stairs. He likes to scare you because your more vulnerable and emotional when your pregnant. If it makes you cry he’ll apologize and hold you (if you let him). Towards the end of the pregnancy he stops scaring you because he’s afraid the baby may just come out.

K= Keeping the Baby?

There actually was a conversation about it. Jerome actually wanted to keep the child. He said it was because he “wanted a legacy”. But, in reality he wanted a family to love. You wanted the baby but, Jerome’s killing people worried you. That Karma might come for Jerome. At the end of the night you both kept the baby.

L= Love

There is always love to go around your little family. For an example. When you first brought the baby home Jerome actually got scared that the baby would die because of something little. So, around 2:00 AM in the morning Jerome went into the babies room and brought him into your bedroom. When he came in you were awake because you knew Jerome got up. he brought the baby over to the bed and laid down. There Jerome laid the small baby boy on his chest and you both talked to him and touched him. 

M= Movement

When you were pregnant the baby moved around all the time. Jerome put his head on your stomach a lot, put his hands on your stomach, and kissed your stomach. When Jerome wasn’t around you talked to the baby about him. Like the stuff he did or the stuff he did in he circus. 

N= Name

Jack Taylor Valeska

O= On Time

The baby actually came a bit early. The due date was August 21st but ended out being August 16th. 

P= Pain

There was actually more pain in before he was born. At home you would have some random pain more. The pains at the hospital were more expected. The ones before at home were not. 

Q= Questions

You didn’t really have any. Your mother mostly taught you about everything. He asked himself one question more than the rest.This question was “Will the baby love me?” And of course the baby loves him

R= Resting

Jerome constantly makes you rest before and after you give birth. If he sees you do anything with too much standing or movement he goes “nope”. Then he carries you to the couch or bed. He makes you stay there for the rest of the day/night. 

S= Singing to the Baby

Jerome sing the big top song to the baby before and after he’s born.You sing any song that comes into your head. When you do that you try not to say the swear words.

T= Talking to the Baby

Jerome is the more constant one. He feels like the baby really wants to hear his voice constantly. You usually tell him that the baby loves his voice and loves him. Which makes him talk even more. You love to pet his hair when he talks to the baby. Even if its  not always sweet.

U= Underneath the Man/Womans Heart

Underneath Jerome’s wonderful ego he wants a family to love him. He also wants to love a family for once. He wants a family that he won’t resent and want to kill. He just wants to be truly happy with the people that he really love.

V= Vision as in Supervision

Jerome probably watches over both of you a lot. He doesn’t want the only things he loves to be destroyed. That would literally make him kill all of Gotham City. He tries to make the three of you stay close when he comes home. You send him pictures of the both of you constantly to reassure him that your okay. 

W= When the Baby is Born

Both of you end up completely in love with barely any problems at first. Jerome feels an amazing sensation with the three of you together. It makes him overjoyed. His heart feels every emotion and touch.

X= Xray or Ultrasound

You didn’t really go to regular appointments. Although you did have one ultrasound picture. It was from when you first figured out you were pregnant. That’s how you told Jerome. You folded the picture and put it in his old police hat. Then you walked into the room and put it on his head. You then started making breakfast. Eventually Jerome figured out and started laughing insanely. Eventually you told him it wasn’t a joke. He told you that he knew but, he was just really really happy. 

Y= Yawning

The first time the baby yawned Jerome was holding him. You were all three falling asleep in you and Jerome’s bed. He was stroking the babies back and he yawned quietly and then snuggled his head into Jerome’s big hand. 


Usually the baby falls fast asleep quickly. He stays asleep almost all night. Which worries Jerome a lot because your mom told stories about you crying at night. So, Jerome usually goes into the babies room and feels his pulse. Once he knows the baby is okay Jerome crawls back into bed with you.

Originally posted by ifuckingcreep


gotham villains | mental disorders (insp.)

↳ jerome valeska aka the joker. —sociopath as a symptom of narcissistic personality disorder (npd). 
↳ jonathan crane aka scarecrow. —phobia as a type of anxiety disorder.
↳ tabitha galavan aka tigress. —sadistic personality disorder (spd).
↳ harvey dent aka two face. —split personality or dissociative identity disorder (did).
↳ edward nygma aka the riddler. —obsessive–compulsive disorder (ocd).
↳ oswald cobblepot aka the penguin. —napoleon complex.
↳ victor zsasz aka zsasz —cold-blooded as a symptom of antisocial personality disorder (aspd).
↳ ivy “pamela” pepper aka poison ivy —manipulative as a symptom of histrionic personality disorder (hpd).
↳ nathaniel barnes aka the executioner. —intermittent explosive disorder (ied).
↳ jervis tetch aka mad hatter. —paranoid schizophrenia or schizophrenia, paranoid type (spt).

Imagine Reuniting With Jerome When He Comes Back When His Face Is First Stapled

Originally posted by lamirada-del-amor

The year without Jerome hard been hard. It was full of new villains and chaos of course, but it was his psychotic performance in everyday life that kept me going. So, I stopped my commitment to crime when he drew his last breath a year ago. It didn’t feel right to kill, maim, or torture without him my side. I took up singing and dancing as a complete distraction. It worked to an extent. Still the police had questioned me over the last few months, thinking I might be a part of the fanatics who seemed to worship Jerome. I stayed away from them and their plans. I wanted no part of that. 

“Kids forever! Kids forever! Baby soft skin turns into leather!”

He had returned somehow. Those fanatics of his must’ve found a way. Seeing his face on the tv screen was a shock. Even more of a shock when he blew up the plant in Gotham that gave the city electricity. But what took the cake was when he showed up in my apartment not even an hour afterwards with a look of anger on his face.

Originally posted by lovelylittledarkthings

“Where have you been Y/N?”

I said nothing as shock froze my vocal cords. Jerome’s look turned to a murderous glare as he looked around my apartment. He had a gun at hand and made his way to my record player. Turning it on and placing it on a random spot. It played on a song I had recently recorded and I winced at how sensitive the topic could be for Jerome.

Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me, is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?
Oh Mr. Potato Head tell me
How did you afford her surgery?
Do you swear you’ll stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Even if her face don’t stay together

Jerome’s face dissolved of any expression and he listened intently. His eyebrows scrunched together and he looked to in what I assume is confusion,

“This is your voice, Dollface.”

I nodded and let the song play, standing absolutely still. Jerome kept his  eyes to my face,

“You aren’t with the group of people that brought me back, why?”

Taking a small breath, I stood straight,

“They…they aren’t you Jerome. They love what you do and even want to be you and follow you. But they aren’t what you do. They don’t do what we did. No one can. I couldn’t stand them honestly. I even almost executed a plan to kill them all at once.”

Jerome nodded in acceptance of my explanation,

“And what have you been doing the entire year I’ve been, Sweet Cheeks?”

“You’re listening to it, J. It’s not the only song I’ve done. Some were inspired by the recent villains and events, but most were from my own mind.”

Placing the gun on my coffee table, Jerome rushed at me putting his hands on either side of my face and staring into my eyes.

“Did you miss me Y/N?”

“Every moment. Couldn’t get out of my bed for the first two months, I tried to get back to our order of things, but nothing would do without you. So, I stopped. I put all my energy to something completely different from killing and I make money off of my voice.”

He brought his face close to mine before jerking away then regaining control,

“What about me face? This song of yours, it is good. I am your Mrs. Potato Head so to say. So, are you still mine? Are you still my Dollface?”

I smiled at Jerome then with an intent I hadn’t felt in a year,


“Even with my face like this?”

“Of course. In fact, you look just as attractive. You are still the same, but different on the inside. It doesn’t matter to me how you look on the outside Jerome.”

One of his hands grabbed my hair tight in a fist and pushed me to his lips. Every feeling was the same. Every sensation and thought never changed. His face not being the same made no difference. My arms wrapped behind his neck, pulling him closer to me and removing any space between us. He had his answer. I’d always be his.

Do you swear you’ll stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together
Stay forever, stay forever
Even if her face don’t stay together

Originally posted by blackrainbowsandboybands

Two of His Worst Nightmares

Warning: Small hit

Request: Heyyyy so I saw the Young Bruce Wayne request thing. Can you do one where Bruce has a nightmare and maybe some violence?? I don’t know your amazing Liza, you’ll figure it out.

Originally posted by edngyma

Slowly your eyes opened hearing a loud and fast heartbeat up against your ear. And then you felt nothing at all, sitting up Bruce had rolled over. He was sweating horribly, his white shirt looked like someone had thrown water all over it. You could see his spine and back muscles coming out of his shirt. Rubbing your eye you shook his shoulders and tried to wake him up saying

“Bruce, Bruce.”

No reaction. His face tensed up and you touched his hair trying to calm his down in his sleep. It was soaking wet, you wiped your hand on your pillow. Then you shook him again.

“Bruce come on wake up, Bruce.”

He continued to not respond other than mumbles, crying, and rolling. You reached over and turned on the small lamp on the nightstand. Now, you could really see him. He had scratched his own arm during one of his more violent movements. Ready to try again you put your hand on his arm. He shot up and hit you directly in the nose. Gasping you put your hands on your nose, as he looked around with tears on his cheeks. Your nose began to bruise a bit where the initial hit was. Then he turned his head at you. Quickly you took your hands off your nose and wrapped your arms around Bruce’s shoulders lovingly kissing his neck. And of course making sure he didn’t see your nose. He hung his head and kissed your hands. Then he decided to pull you into his lap. He saw your nose and completely stopped. He stared and then put his face in his hands.

“Bruce it’s okay. You didn’t mean it.”

He sat up and just started madly apologizing, gasping for air as fast as he was talking. You tried to shush him and calm him down. Bruce finally chilled out a little bit and looked at you. He refused to talk.

“I’m gonna clean you up.” You smiled and touched his cheek.

You got up and retrieved a dry towel, a cold towel, a shirt, a new pillowcase, and a first aid kit. You took the dry towel and wiped off his face, took off his shirt and wiped the sweat off his chest and back. Then you gave him his shirt and he put it on. Then you wiped his face off, kissed his head gently. Lastly you put the cold towel on his arm where the cut was and then put wrap on it. You reached over turned off the light and rolled into Bruce’s chest. His chest tensed and you pulled him closer.

“It’s okay Bruce.” You whispered.

You took his arms and wrapped them around your waist. He eventually pulled you closer…

It’s Just a Prank.

//Jerome x reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n decides to pull a prank on Jerome by pretending she died.

Warnings: This got fairly angsty. Emotional Jerome, mild language. (Assumption of suicide.)

Rating: Fluff.

Title: It’s Just a Prank. //


Jerome bounds through the door, happier than ever. He can’t wait to tell y/n about the Maniax newest achievement. They had just made a name for themselves, literally. “Hey! Y/n apparently, I was right. We made headlines y/n. They know who we are.“ He laughs giddily, opening the door to the room that Theo assigned him. “Y/n?” He calls out, stepping in and flicking his light on. “Y/n, where are you? Ah, come on sugar!” His voice takes a playful tone. “Y/n,” he calls out in a sing-songy voice. “Well, sugar, if you wanna play…” He moves over to the closet, pulling the door back. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He laughs giddily, bounding from his room to the next, going in a line through all of the rooms; Barbara’s, Tabitha’s, Theo’s- all the way to Greenwood’s before finally jogging back up to his room, going past it to hers. He knocks on the door. “Sugar, baby, come on out!” He smiles to himself, giggling again under his breath. “Come on baby. I know you’re in there.” When he doesn’t get an answer, he grips the door handle. “All right sugar, I’m coming in to get you.” He twists the door handle, and tries to open it. “Sugar, come on.” He jiggles the doorknob again, the playfulness leaving him slightly. “Y/n, open the door.” He knocks loudly on it once more. “This isn’t funny anymore sugar, open the door.” He leans against it heavily, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout. “I wanna see you; I wanna talk to you, open the door…please?”

All of Jerome’s whining makes Barbara get up from the table and walk over.

“If you want in so bad why don’t you just use your key? We all know you have one, it’s not a secret.” She leans against the wall as she stares at Jerome with raised eyebrows. He rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket.

“What’s the fun in that?” He mutters as he pulls the keys out and unlocks her door, swinging it open. “Y/n, I am officially upset that you didn-” Jerome doesn’t have a chance to finish whatever thought was in his mind. Everything goes blank and his vision swims as his gaze takes in the sight before him.

Y/n’s body is motionless on the ground, a pool of crimson blood surrounding her.

“Y/n!” Jerome gasps, moving forward quickly and kneeling at her body, pulling her up to him. “Y/n, y/n…who did this to you, who did this…” His words come out in small gasps as he realizes that it had to have been her. She did it to herself. He tries to force more words out, but his mouth stays firmly shut, nothing more but a small whimper coming from the back of his throat. He rests his forehead on her shoulder, nuzzling his face into her neck as the small whining noise grows louder. Jerome rocks back and forth, holding onto y/n tightly. “I can’t lose you,” he cries, his voice soft and broken. “I didn’t get to say good morning,” he gasps softly. “I didn’t tell you how beautiful you looked yesterday,” his words slur together as he begins talking faster, his heartbeat quickens. “I never made you breakfast like I promised I would,” Tears now freely run down Jerome’s face as he holds onto her like a life boat. “I never told you…” His voice cracks, and he tries to inhale deeply, only he chokes again and lets out a loud, shaky sob. “I never got to tell you I loved you,” Jerome sniffles and lets out another sob. “We were gonna be together,” he whispered. “We were gonna be together, you promised me. You promised me you wouldn’t leave me y/n.” He begins to shake slightly as his words grow more frantic. “You said you’d never leave my side, we were gonna rule Gotham together, sugar, why? Why’d you leave me, y/n-sug- why’d you leave me?” His voice rises to a shout at the end as he unravels completely. “Without you there’s nothing- nothing for me! You left me alone in the dark again y/n; I don’t want to be alone!” Just then, a small gasp comes from y/n’s mouth.

Jerome freezes, his whole body going rigid.

“Jerome, I didn’t know you felt that way…I…” Her voice trails off as he stands up stiffly, staring down at her.

“What is this?” He asks, his voice cold and sharp.

“I- I thought you would laugh, I thought you would find it funny…I’m so sorry Je-” Jerome’s eyes darken as he stares down at her, his fists clenching at his side.

“You thought it would be funny to fake your death?” Jerome growls, turning away from her quickly. “Of course, let’s get a laugh out of Jerome! The clown without any feelings!” Jerome snarls, beginning to walk out the door.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!” She says, standing up. “I was just trying to pull a prank on you Jerome- like you do to me all the time!” He snaps around quickly, moving forward until she’s backed up against a wall, pointing his index finger at her face, his whole body shaking with rage.

“Faking your death isn’t a prank,” he whispers, his fiery eyes staring into hers.

“You thought it was funny when Greenwood makes these jokes,” y/n murmurs, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about Greenwood. He’s not the one I share a bed with half the time,” Jerome stares down at her. “He’s not the one that I protect, the one that I can actually talk to.” His head tilts. “He’s not the damn fool that I love, y/n. So yes; I thought it was funny when Greenwood joked about it. Hell, if Greenwood had pulled this stunt it would’ve been funny. But not you. I’m not so heartless that I’d laugh at the idea of losing you, y/n.” He hisses the last sentence, his eyes dulling. “Do you think I’m that heartless? That I’m that insane? That I’m that…” His voice cracks again slightly, and he casts his gaze to the floor. “…screwed up?”

Y/n’s heart instantly melts at Jerome’s sudden vulnerability. For the first time ever, he was completely open to her. His shoulders slump slightly, his eyes no longer lite up with their constant fire. The ever-so present smile on his face has vanished completely, replaced with a firm line. It’s as if all the humor has drained from him at once. He stares off at the ground, no longer moving.

“Jerome…” Y/n whispers. His gaze takes an eternity to drag over to her, his eyes showing how completely empty he was; how completely alone and lost he felt. “I didn’t mean any of that. I- I would never think any of that, Jerome. I love you,” something in his eyes flickers at those words, and so y/n pulls him close to her. “I love you Jerome, I love you so much.” His body slowly relaxes again, his arms wrapping around her as he steps backwards, kissing y/n’s cheek softly. “I need you in my life Jerome,” she continues, holding onto him tight. “I’d never have done this if I kn-” Her apologizes are cut off by Jerome’s lips pressing against her own, although the kiss doesn’t last long.

He pulls away fairly quickly, inhaling shakily. “That was embarrassing.” He chuckles, running an unsteady hand through his hair.

“Showing your emotions isn’t embarrassing, Jerome.” Y/n says gently. Jerome rolls his eyes, perking up instantly.

“Whatever, sugar. I’m gonna go make us some waffles.” He bounces out of the room, already back to his normal self. A smile spreads across y/n’s face, and Barbara stares at her, apparently unfazed by the whole scene she just witnessed.

“Why are you so happy?” Barbara asks.

“Because,” she whispers, walking out to the hallway. “He’s making me breakfast.”


Prompt: HI HI HI HI! Can I request a batmom in which after something dangerous goes down and BATMAN saves her she kisses BATMAN and the next day all the papers have “ Y/N WAYNE CHEATING ON BRUCE WAYNE WITH BATMAN?!?” And then they all have to answer questions on the “affair” and then they have a press conference where Bruce forgives her for the affair


You cling to your husband as he carries you out of the warehouse. Riddler is tied up inside, the boys took care of that while Bruce untied you.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You nod, your face buried in the Batman armor. “’m fine”

“Let me see, sweetheart” he whispers. Setting you gently on a bench, his cape flares behind him when he crouches down, “You’re alright now. I promise”

You nod again, this time leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to Batman’s lips. Unbeknown to the two of you, someone had snapped a photo of that kiss.

The next morning you’re woken up by a series of kisses being trailed down your spine, “Mmm, babe, no. I’m asleep”

Bruce’s throaty chuckle sounds by your ear, “Obviously not, love. How’s your cheek?”

“Fine, a little sore, but nothing too bad”

“Good. I know Riddler isn’t the most dangerous villain in Gotham, but he still managed to get you”

You curl up, nuzzling into Bruce’s chest, “I don’t wanna get up”

“Neither do I, but the boys are all here, and they want to see you. They won’t admit it, but you scared them last night”

“Alright, I need a shower, and then we can head down”

Bruce gives you a smirk, “We can always share, save the water”

“You don’t need to save water! You’re a billionaire!”

The two of you finally manage to get downstairs an hour later.

“Good morning, Ummi.”

“Morning, Dami. Morning, boys”

Tim looks nervous when he glances at you and Bruce, “Mom, you might want to come look at this”

He holds out the newspaper article, and the first thing that catches your eye is the title, ‘Y/N WAYNE CHEATING ON BRUCE WAYNE WITH BATMAN?!?’ A grainy picture is beside the title, it isn’t clear enough to show you actually kissing Batman, but both of your faces are close enough for people to assume.

Bruce glances over your shoulder at the paper, and promptly bursts into laughter. You whirl around, “That’s not funny!!”

“Sweetheart, it’s hilarious. We’re going to have to set up an interview to explain this”

“I’m gonna have to apologize for kissing ‘Batman’ aren’t I?”

Jason chuckles, “Looks like it, Mom. That’ll be funny”

You smack Jason with the newspaper, “Hush, you. God, this is a nightmare! “

Bruce leans down, his forehead gently pressing against yours, “Don’t worry … I forgive you for cheating on me”

Everyone’s silent for a minute and then they burst into laughter, “That’s not funny!!”

“Hey!” He holds up his hands innocently, “I’m not the one caught kissing a vigilante”

Bruce ends up scheduling an interview with Vicki Vale two days after the news article was released. The two of you are sitting across from the Gotham Gazette reporter.

“Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. I’m sure all of our readers and the viewers here” she gestures to the camera crew who are filming everything live, “are eager to know what happened”

“Of course”

“The first question I have is for Mrs. Wayne. How long have you been having an affair with the Batman?”

You straighten up, “I am not having an affair with Batman. I kissed Batman on the cheek, perhaps relatively close to his lips, in order to show my gratitude. He had rescued me from the Riddler the night the picture.”

“So you claim that you aren’t having an affair? Mr. Wayne, do you believe her?”

“Of course I do. It is well known that my company sponsors Batman, I have met him multiple times. He explained what happened that night when I contacted him, it is one of the reasons I agreed to this interview.”

“Mrs. Wayne, how did you explain yourself to Mr. Wayne? Do your children know about this scandal?”

“My children were actually the ones to show up the news article, so of course they know. I’m positive that they are all watching this interview right now. As for explaining what happened to my husband, he knew that a kiss on the cheek means nothing. Bruce knows that I love him, and I know that he loves me.”

“I will admit, for a split second I feared for my marriage. However, once everything was explained to me I apologized for jumping to conclusions.”

Vicki Vale raises an eyebrow, “So, Mr. Wayne, you apologized, but did Mrs. Wayne apologize for causing this scandal?”

“I did, actually. I apologized to my family for making them go through this nonsense, but to satisfy everyone I will apologize again.” You turn in your chair, facing Bruce, “I’m sorry for causing such a confusion for everyone. What happened a few nights ago was not what everyone thought it was. I would never have an affair with batman … if I was going to have an affair with a hero it would be with Superman”

After that you quickly walk off-stage, trying to reign in your laughter at Bruce’s face. You know the next time you see Clark you’re going to have to apologize, but for now, you’re going to enjoy what you just said.