“Each of you brings something different to the table. Strength. Speed. Stealth. And many more. But, we’re all equal in at least one way: Each of us is willing to make the sacrifices a hero needs to make.”
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“This is outrageous!” Damian all but huffs. “We should be
out there helping not stuck in here, babysitting!” Damian glares at you and
crosses his arms, annoyed at his father’s decision in not letting any of them
to join the mission. Jason rolls his eyes, somewhat used to Bruce’s abrupt
decisions – he has learned to let it go for the moment.
Tim is currently trying to get you to talk to him but so
far, you have been very quiet. Only pointing to this and that whenever you want
something. “Y/N, can you say T-i-m?” You blink owlishly at him before going
back to your toy piano, mashing some random keys on the piano.
Dick is trying his hardest to calm Damian down. Even with
his level of clearance, he could not even access the files for what sort of
missions the League are going for. Bruce simply told them it was dangerous and
that they should man the fort and look after you. He glances at you – you are
now whining about something but Tim is the only one that seems to be able to
understand what you want; he supposes it’s because of Tim’s empathy.
Being the daughter of Hawkgirl and Green lantern and the
younger sister of Warhawk, you take after your father more than you do with
your mum and your brother dotes on you all the time. They are the only three
people that have ever heard you speak. The thing is you are selectively mute –
you simply choose to not speak most of the time. So you communicate with other
people by cooing or whining – to show affection though it seems as if they are
somewhat having troubles trying to talk with you.
You hand your toy piano to Tim, pointing at it. Tim blinks
a couple of times. “Do you want me to play?” He asks you and you nod your head.
“Hey, how about we make this in to competition?” Jason
finally speaks up, tired of Damian’s brooding. Damian lifts one of his
eyebrows. Jason shrugs his shoulders when all eyes – sans yours – are on him. “Y/N
doesn’t speak right?”
Dick shakes his head. “Selectively mute, Jason.” Dick
informs. “Y/N just chooses not to talk to anyone of us. Perhaps she isn’t quite
comfortable with us just yet?” He looks at you, who is staring at him with wide
eyes now – it’s a little bit adorable whenever you blink a couple of times, as
if nodding your head.
“Semantics, Grayson.” Jason moves out of his chair and pads
over to you. You look up at Jason before shying away from him. Tim swats at his
leg, telling him to kneel beside him. Jason rolls his eyes before he sits on
the floor, crossed legs. “Y/N, you understand us right?” He asks, staring at
you and you nod your head shyly. “Are you shy? Is that why you don’t want to
speak with any of us?” He questions gently and you let out a whine.
Tim chuckles before lightly pushing you forward to sit
beside him. You let out another whine, shaking your head. All of these
attention on you are starting to make you feel extremely shy. You cross your
arms and pout.
Damian shakes his head, sighing inwardly at the thought of
not doing anything better so he approaches the tiny circle and sits beside Tim.
“Come, Grayson. Let us all play games with Y/N and hopefully father will be
back soon.” Dick nods his head, knowing very well that once his siblings
decided on something, they stick to it until the very end.
The rest of the time is spent trying to get you to feel
comfortable enough to start talking to them and what initially started as
something fun became very competitive between them. They started trying to get
you to talk to them, making jokes that are funny or even doing some skits to
try and make you laugh. So far, the only person that you have actually talked
to is Jason which caused him to be very smug. Damian keeps trying to tell them
that you whispering does not count as talking but Jason keeps denying him.
The boys stare at you wide eyes when you start laughing
cutely over their brotherly banters. That had been the start of everything: you
begin to chatter endlessly, telling them about how you are currently taking
piano lessons but since your piano is too big and your mum forbade you from
using your super-strength too much, you couldn’t bring your actual piano with
you. The next few hours is spent with the boys teaching you a thing or two
about properly throwing punches and gave you advice about how to use your
The Justice League members came back to the tower in a huge mess of colours and paints and Hawkgirl finds you sleeping soundly in the Red Hood’s lap, a content smile on your face.
Words: 695 Bruce Wayne X Reader (Male or Female) Prompt:
“We work really late together and you’ve memorized how I take my coffee AU” Prompt Credit goes to @dances-with-snowflakes & @dailyau
[Is it just me or is does Batfleck look totally confused in every screencap from Batman V Superman?? Don’t get me wrong he is one of my favorite Batmen.]
You cracked your neck to the left and then to the right. You
stifled a yawn and stretched your hands high above your head. You rolled your
shoulders. It felt like every part of your body had gone stiff. Not that you
blamed your muscles and joints. You’d been sitting in your office chair for
hours. It was well past ten o’clock at night and you still had a lot of work to
You looked around the empty conference room. Almost everyone
else had gone home when the office officially closed. Only you and your boss,
Bruce Wayne, had stayed to finish the project. You rubbed your eyes which had
grown sore from staring at your computer screen for so long. You blinked a few
times and waited for your eyes to adjust.
“Coffee?” You looked up to see your boss holding a mug out
to you. “I have a machine in my office. French Vanilla with a dash of cream,
“Uh yeah.” You reached out and accepted the mug. “How did
“You get stuck working late with me three times a week minimum.
I was bound to learn something about you, [Y/N].” He smirked at you as he
placed his own mug down on the conference table. You watched him slide into the
seat next to you from over the brim of your mug. He moved smoothly, everything
he did was done deliberately and with no mistake.
“Thank you, Mr. Wayne. It’s delicious.” You held the warm
mug in one hand and turned your attention back to your work.
“You know, you’re the only the only person around here who
calls me Mr. Wayne. Why is that?”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “You’re my boss. It doesn’t
seem right going around calling you Br-ews.” It felt awkward and uncomfortable
saying his first name out loud. Instead of mocking you, he just smirked.
“But I call you, [Y/N]. Would you prefer I use, [Ms./Mr.]
[Y/L/N]?” He waited for your answer.
“No. My first name is fine. Uh, better even.” You blinked,
taken back by his sudden interest in you. Most of the time your conversations strictly
pertained to work. The offers of fresh coffee and socializing were new territory.
“Then I insist you call me Bruce. It’s only fair.” He
offered you a smile before checking his phone. “I didn’t realize it was so
late. You must have somewhere else you else you need to be, home to a boyfriend
or girlfriend perhaps?” He scratched the back of his neck not-so-subtlety.
“Bruce,” he corrected.
“Bruce,” You rolled your eyes. “I appreciated the effort you’re
making, really I do. You don’t have to. I didn’t get a job at Wayne Enterprises
because it’s employees are well known for their social graces. I wanted a job
here because the people who work here are the best at what they do. You don’t
get to be the best by worrying if you’re home in time for your boyfriend.”
“That’s a valid point. My apologies, I was not trying to
insult you or in any way insinuate that you needed a relationship. You know,
the more I talk, the further I jam my foot in my mouth. Let me start over. [Y/N],
you are a valued employee here at Wayne Enterprises and I would be honored if
these two of us could work together on a first name basis.” He smiled and
offered you his hand. You smirked.
“It would be my
pleasure, Bruce.” You gave his hand a brief shake, before looking down at your
watch. “It’s getting pretty late. What do you say we call it a night and try
and find a fast food place that’s still open?” Bruce leaned back in his chair
and looked at you with uncertainty. He was clearly trying to keep the moment
from turning awkward again.
“I’d ask you out to a real dinner, but I doubt anywhere
respectable is open this late at night.” You clarified.
“If things go well, we could always have a respectable breakfast
to look forward to.” He winked at you and closed his laptop with a flirtatious