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Batman wasn’t supposed to be a *stalker.* One moment he’s following up on a lead, the next he’s… watching you clock out for the night. He watched a heavy sigh escape your soft lips, your tired eyes checking both sides of the street before you quickly jogged to the other sidewalk. He followed you all the way back to your apartment, for *safety* reasons, of course. Gotham at this hour? It would be wrong for him to not make sure you’d be okay.
It would be wrong for him to not make sure you’d be okay… every night, right?
The following night he found himself perched on the rooftop of the building across from the café you worked at, again. Just following up on the lead, making sure he didn’t miss anything. He followed you home again, tense body hidden in the shadows of the night.
Again he found himself perched outside the café, rain relentlessly pelting his cowl. Today marked two weeks of this. Two weeks, and his ‘lead’, finally decided to show up. As he predicted, hence the two-week stake out… *is what he told himself.*
Batman’s eyes watched the Joker-ified goon slinking his way down the alley beside the café. A heavy sigh hung in his throat as he slowly rose from his perch and walked along the concrete rooftop trim, losing sight of the goon once he turned into the alley. After hearing a loud thud coming from the alley, he picked up into a jog. It didn’t take long for Batman to see the scuffle, the Joker's goon was yanking around a civilian- *you.*
In one fluid motion, Batman leaped off the rooftop, hands gripping the trim of his cape before swooping down to tackle the goon. Batman held the man down, punching him hard enough to knock the goon out. The goon fell limp in the wet alleyway, his clown-painted face pressed against the asphalt. Batman huffed, standing up straight as he turned to you. His muscular body was rigid, his entire form almost completely cast in shadow, only his mouth and eyes visible from under his cowl.
“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a heavy step out of the shadows to hold out a gloved hand to help you off the alley ground. His voice was deep, gravelly. Bruce blinked, icy blue eyes trailing down your form. For a brief moment, he allowed himself a small flicker of attraction, before he quickly stifled it within himself.
What was your luck? Your boss told you you’d be helping the café cater Bruce Wayne’s annual Masquerade Ball in two weeks- and now you’re getting saved by the one and only Batman, *on the same day?!*
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