Fandom: Batman
Pairing: Normal Batman/Slutty Batman
Rating: Mature
Content: Dimensional travel, Timey wimey bullshit, Flirting, Sexual tension, Pet names
Date written: 19th February 2025
Summary: There was silence, for a moment. Neither of them said anything, or moved. Bruce would've called it a stand off, but the other Bat wasn't treating it like one. He kept looking down at the people in the red light district, observing, cataloguing them- whatever it was, he found it more interesting than looking at Bruce.

He was making himself vulnerable- a rookie mistake. You never turn your back on a stranger, not in the batsuit. Not ever.

And yet, all Bruce could see was the other Bat's back, and a sliver of his pale leg as he leaned over the ledge, resting his elbows on the parapet.

Author's notes: There is artwork of one of these scenes that you can look at over here.

It seemed almost unbelievable to Bruce, that the time vortex that had opened hadn't brought back a different version of the villain that he and the Justice League had been fighting for the past week.

It had brought another Batman, instead.

The kevlar, the thick-heeled boots- they both must have belonged to this...other Batman.

Why the vortex had spat out him instead of another version of Timewalker was beyond his knowledge or understanding.

What he did have knowledge in, though, was his own fighting style, his own thoughts, his own weaknesses. Things he could exploit.

He truly hoped he didn't have to fight this other Batman, but the last time he'd ended up in another universe with an alternate version of the Justice League, they had turned out to be rather...tyrannical and controlling individuals who'd needed to be stopped, before they fully enslaved all of humanity under their dogmatic rule.

It was safe to say that Bruce was on edge, and he didn't want to take his chances with this counterpart of his.

Bruce was as quiet as he could be as he lifted himself up onto the roof, and unsheathed a Batarang, holding it firmly in his hand as he approached the other Bat, who thankfully had his back turned to him.

As he should've expected, though, he didn't make it very far before he was caught red handed.

"I'm the last person you want to sneak up on, sweetheart."

He froze.

Sweetheart?

He clenched his jaw, steeling his nerves as he spoke.

“You're not meant to be here.”

The other Bat chuckled- a deep velvety sound. It was like listening to a recording of himself as Brucie, only...this Bat's tone was darker.

“That much is obvious.”

He'd still not turned around to face him, and it confused and unnerved Bruce. Did he not view him as a threat? Was he perhaps more powerful or experienced?

Did he have...powers?

A Batman with powers would be hell on Earth to deal with, and he hoped it was just a case of young arrogance that the other Bat hadn't turned to look at him yet.

“Turn around. Let me see your hands. Don't try anything.”

Another chuckle.

“As you wish, doll.”

Another pet name. It must have been a nervous tic of his. He held his Batarang tighter and narrowed his eyes as the other Bat stood up from his crouched position over the ledge.

He was tall, taller than Bruce was, though he suspected that the boots were doing most of the heavy lifting. When he turned around he-

Bruce completely short-circuited for a moment before his brain jump started again, a million thoughts running through his head as he tried to comprehend everything he was seeing.

He was exposed- chest and legs almost completely exposed. Fishnets over the legs. Sheer crop top with the bat symbol on it, cape over the top. Old scars from knives and bullets- newer scars on the stomach, still healing. Bruising above the knees. Navel piercing- silver. Very short leather underwear that left very little to the imagination. Still wore a utility belt, though it was white rather than yellow like Bruce's. Gloves were similar as well, but the other Bat had claws on them. Boots were as expected from the muddy boot prints he'd seen earlier, but there was the addition of little metal studs and spikes across the leather buckles. And finally, a white, spiked collar around the man's neck- spikes about an inch long, and truly sharp.

Bruce didn't know what to make of it. He would've mistaken this person for a civilian dressed as Batman for some sort of eighteen plus costume party, if he hadn't seen the scarring and bruising- if he didn't know that this man's suit (what little of it he actually had on his skin) was made of kevlar just by looking at. If it hadn't been for the fact that he'd sneaked up on Bruce, which very few people could even say they'd done successfully.

He was, for once, truly caught off guard.

“What the hell are you wearing.”

The other Bat gave him a slight little smirk. A smirk.

“Like it?”

Bruce didn't know what to say.

“It's....odd.”

“What's odd is seeing myself dressed up like a conservative nun. You've barely an inch of skin exposed. Are you really that afraid of getting hurt?”

The other Batman strode closer to him as he spoke, and Bruce kept his guard up, raising his Batarang up just a bit more.

“You really think I'm gonna hurt you, baby?” The other Bat said, an almost caring sort of tone in his voice, and it only further threw Bruce off. He didn't like whatever game his counterpart was playing.

“I don’t know you. I’d rather not risk it.”

The other Bat gave a small smile again. It was unusual to see it so frequently. He wondered what must be wrong with this man for him to be smiling so much.

“Well, you've got common sense, at least.” The other Bat replied, taking a step back and facing away from him as he looked over the ledge to the people below. “Do you always threaten your guests with weapons?”

“You're not a guest. You're an intruder.”

“As if I came here by my own free will. Get a clue, doll. I don't want to be here, and you don't want me here. We're on the same page.”

Bruce looked down at the Bat's exposed, fishnet covered legs. “No, I don't think we are.”

There was silence, for a moment. Neither of them said anything, or moved. Bruce would've called it a stand off, but the other Bat wasn't treating it like one. He kept looking down at the people in the red light district, observing, cataloguing them- whatever it was, he found it more interesting than looking at Bruce.

He was making himself vulnerable- a rookie mistake. You never turn your back on a stranger, not in the batsuit. Not ever.

And yet, all Bruce could see was the other Bat's back, and a sliver of his pale leg as he leaned over the ledge, resting his elbows on the parapet.

Was it a way to signal his submission? That he wasn't a threat to Bruce? Was it distractedness, arrogance?

Was it-

“How do you wanna do this, doll?”

His thoughts were interrupted by the Bat's voice. He refocused.

“Preferably without anyone getting hurt.”

“Likewise. So maybe you should put that little knife of yours down.”

“It's a Batarang.”

The other Bat turned around again, a small but humoured smile on his face. “Funny name for a knife. And you think I'm odd.”

Bruce’s stoic expression became a proper frown.

“It's just...”

That he was dressed ridiculously. That he was vulnerable. Exposed. Easy to stab and shoot at. Reckless.

“It gets cold in Gotham, at night. You're not wearing much.”

“Worried about me getting pneumonia?”

Worried wasn't the word he'd use.

“Concerned that you'll get yourself killed like this, whether it's from hypothermia or a stab wound, or even just internal bleeding. You're not protected.”

“Kind of the point, darling.”

“The point is to get yourself killed?” Bruce questioned, his voice filled with disbelief.

“No, baby. Not killed. The point is to be as unprotected as possible- show as much skin as possible. How else am I meant to seduce the criminals of Gotham into giving me the information I need to stop them?“

Now that stopped him in his tracks.

“Seduce.” Bruce didn't say it like it was a question, but the other Bat took it like it was.

“Yes. Seduce. The people of Gotham are willing to tell you anything as long as you're dressed the right way and act the right way- that means playing into their desires. Some men find arousal in the taboo, some in domination, some in submission. Women do too, but they also find safety in the man that dresses more feminine. I play to whatever desires they may have, and pluck the information right out of their hands- because they give it to me. Willingly.”

The Bat strode forward again, this time more slowly, with a sway to his hips. Bruce didn't lower the Batarang, but he didn't raise it further either. The Bat circled him slowly, before leaning down to oh-so-gently touch his claw to Bruce's chin. He tried not to flinch. The Bat tilted his chin up so they were looking in each other's lenses. He leaned down close to whisper in Bruce's ear.

He could feel the Bat's hot breath just barely brushing the side of his face. It tingled.

“But when that fails, they get my fists.”

Bruce shivered, and his grip on the Batarang loosened, allowing the other Bat to grab it out of his hand. Bruce’s hand reached up quickly to take it back, but the other Bat was fast, and-

And he pulled him close- their bodies were touching. He could feel the warmth of the other's stomach against his kevlar, and a clawed gauntlet keeping him against the Bat practically dug into his waist. Bruce wanted to fight back, but he was too stunned to even think.

This isn't how he thought this was gonna go.

The Bat, thankfully, seemed uninterested in hurting him. He was inspecting the Batarang, turning it over in his hand.

“It's interesting. Similar bat-shape to my own, though yours is...longer. More heavy duty.” He purred on the word ‘longer’, and Bruce shivered again. He felt like he was losing control of the situation fast. This shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't be having a reaction. He should just push the Bat off of him and grapple away-

But he couldn't leave him here to do god knows what in his city. He had to sort this out, and quickly.

“Give it back.”

For once, he was given what he wanted.

“Of course, baby. I was done looking anyways.”

Bruce snatched the Batarang back, and sheathed it back in its place on the back of his utility belt. The other Bat then placed his free hand on the other side of Bruce's waist, keeping him close. He looked down at him curiously, a slight smile on his face. As if he'd gotten what he'd wanted.

He was getting hot. His heart was racing. He wanted...he wanted-

“Do you see what I mean, baby doll? How I seduce the people of Gotham? Play into their desires?”

Right. Of course. It was a demonstration.

He nodded, unable to form words with how dry his mouth had gotten.

“Bat got your tongue?”

Bruce swallowed, his head still tilted up to look at him. He was breathing a little heavier. The Bat cocked his head.

“Need me to let go? Want some space?” He said quietly, a much more gentle tone to his voice than he'd heard before.

No. He didn't.

Bruce nodded his head anyway.

“Okay, baby. I'll let go.”

And with those quiet words, the Bat let go of him, and took a few steps back, giving him space. Bruce breathed in deeply, and almost sighed as he exhaled. He felt wired up. He had too much energy and nothing to direct it towards.

He wanted that touch again. But this Bat was trouble. He couldn't leave him here, but he didn't think bringing him into the Batcave was a good idea either.

And there was no way in hell he was taking him to the Watchtower.

He needed a plan, and fast.

“Zatanna will want to ensure you get back to your own world as soon as possible. Taking you back to the Batcave or Watchtower could be a risk, so I'm taking you to one of my safehouses. We'll wait until the morning before we formulate a plan to get you back home.”

The other Bat nodded. “Sounds reasonable. Lead the way, doll.”

Bruce gave a small nod of his own before he turned away and jumped off of the building, grappling to the next building. He looked behind to see the other Bat doing the same, and he was relieved to know that his counterpart seemed to have the same gear and physical abilities, even with his...unusual methods and get-up. Getting to the safehouse wouldn't take long.

It was what would happen after they got there that set him on edge.

End notes: i just think that if regular batman met a taller sluttier batman that was super flirty to him his brain would break a little.