Request for FlyingTigerr
Superman x Reader
AN: Reader is Bruce Wayne’s little sister and a superhero in her own right. Robin’s a teenager in this fic; he’s kind of like the reader’s adopted little brother.
“Ninja, how far away are you?” The impatient voice of your older brother came through the com device.
“I’m kinda in the middle of something here!” You replied, before pocketing the com device and kicking a hopeful thief in the face, knocking him out cold. One of his team charged you and you flipped back on your hands three times before pulling out one of your special knives and throwing it at him.
The knife soared over his head and connected with the wall, “You missed!” He gloated but didn’t notice the thin wire connecting him to the knife. “No I didn’t.” You replied and pulled a gadget from your belt and pressed a button on the gadget.
A small electric shock travelled through the man and he dropped the priceless necklace onto the floor before falling onto his knees. He watched as you carefully scooped the necklace up and put it back on its stand before pressing the security button. “Who the hell are you?” Your opponent asked, somehow still conscious.
You bent down to whisper in his ear, “I’m the Ninja.” You took out the ascension gun that you had “borrowed” from your brother and shot it. With a mocking salute, you travelled out of sight just as security came bursting in.
A few minutes later you were walking through the BatCave and you winced as you saw your older brother standing there in his Batman uniform but with the cowl off. “You’re late.” He said as he fell into step next to you.
“Oh, so the Batman doesn’t have a curfew but the Ninja does? That’s hardly fair.” You complained, pulling off your own mask.
“The Batman doesn’t have an older brother. You do.” Batman replied “Can you wear something a little less tight?”
It was true, your outfit was a bit tight but it helped you move when you were fighting and occasionally you did get a few wolf-whistles but so far your brother didn’t know about those. Just then, Robin came walking into the BatCave. “Hi Bats, Bats junior.”
“Robin.” A hint of warning seeped into your brother’s tone and Robin held up his hands in surrender, “What? It’s nicer than what some of the guys say at school about her.”
“What do the boys at your school say about her?” Batman asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Please don’t say anything.” You prayed silently but it seemed like God wasn’t on your side today.
“Oh you know, how attractive she is, what they’d like to do to her…that kind of stuff.” Robin replied, not noticing that your brother’s eyes were narrowing as every word was spoken.
“Do you join in?”
“Eugh, no!” Robin exclaimed as he made a face, “No offense, Bats, but she’s kinda like my older sister. That’s really gross.”
“Well, good.” Batman commented before he walked off, checking his watch as he went.
“He doesn’t want to kill the Joker but for a few hormonal teenage boys he’ll make an exception.” You muttered under your breath, causing Robin to laugh.
Batman poked his head back in the room, “(Name), Robin. We will have company in about ten minutes. (Name), change into something that is a little less….tight.” Your brother ordered before withdrawing his head.
You walked past him and made your way to your room muttering as you went, “It’s fine when girls run their hands over Batman but for a guy to even think about doing that to me…he better be made of steel to stand against my brother.”
“So glad you agree.” Batman said sarcastically as he caught up to you on the steps, “By the way, our guest is made of steel.”
You blushed but hoped to God that he didn’t notice; like most of the females in Gotham, you had a crush on a superhero but it wasn’t Batman. It was one of his regular crime fighting partners from Metropolis, Superman. You had met him a few times when he needed to team up with your brother.
A few times whenever you were bored, you would fantasise about fighting side by side with him, like your brother did, occasionally. Plus, he was kind of attractive, oh who were you kidding? He was gorgeous. That smile and the way he looked at you and listened to what you had to say, like it actually mattered to him.
So lost in your daydream, you nearly tripped on the last step before your room. “Careful.” A familiar voice came from behind you and you nearly fainted.
“You know, most people use the door.” You replied as you eased out of Superman’s embrace.
“Most people can’t fly by themselves and aren’t from a faraway planet.” The reply came as you turned around to face him. He was just the same as you remembered with that little curl in his hair that made you want to reach up and grab and pull it, just to see the kind of reaction you would get.
To his credit, he kept his eyes on your face unlike other males if they were in this position. “I’m just gonna go change, so Batman doesn’t have a heart attack.” You quickly said before rushing to your room and closing the door behind you. Sighing, you leant against it before you pushed yourself off the door and grabbed a t-shirt and jeans.
When you made your way down the stairs, Batman smiled in relief as he saw that you had changed and beckoned you over. “Superman has a group of gifted youngsters that he wants to band together. I need the both of you,” Batman gestured at you and Superman, “to test out the practice room before they arrive.”
“I like having a sister, Bats.” Robin sulked in his spot.
“It’s not going to be that tough.” Batman replied, rolling his eyes.
You and Superman stood up and made your way to the training room, “Robin was joking about the difficulty of this thing, right? I just don’t want you or anybody else hurt. Batman has a tendency to forget not everybody is at the same level of fitness and intelligence that he is.”
You sighed, “Unfortunately, Robin wasn’t joking although,” You continued as you looked at his worried expression, “the training room has varying degrees of difficulty so it can be changed to suit each person.”
You were at the entrance to the training room at the end of your sentence. “So this is where you were taught?” Superman asked as you walked in.
“No, I was actually taught in Japan, with a group of martial arts experts. But yes, this helps.” You replied with a smirk. Superman shook his head with a slight smile on his lips.
“Are you guys ready?” Robin called from the operating booth.
“Go for it Robin.”
The session in the training room began. The floor underneath you shuddered and fell apart causing you to flip forward away from Superman and dodge the bullets that came from the guns that were mounted on the wall.
For a while it was simply evading all the traps then a bomb landed next to you. “Cover your eyes (Name)!” Superman yelled and you whipped around, having forgotten that he was there.
His eyes glowed red and you lifted a hand to block your eyes.
A jet of red light flew past you and blew up the bomb and the force of the bomb blowing up propelled you into Superman’s arms. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Fine.” You replied, “I always wanted to be kissed with an explosion happening behind me.” You blurted out unthinkingly and blushed after you realised what you had said.
An impish grin made its way across Superman’s face, “Well then, let’s make that wish come true.” He said before his lips landed on yours. It felt like a scene from one of your favourite movies and it was perfect.
“Hey Bats, Superman’s kissing (Name) in the training room.” Robin yelled out before running as far away as possible.
It took a moment for Robin’s words to sink in but once they did Batman was out of his chair in a flash, dropping the newspaper that he was reading and had grabbed one of your katanas. “Let’s see if Superman is really made of steel.” He growled before making his way to the training room, katana ready in his hand.