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Hello 🤗 can I pls request headcanons for Adam Bahri, where he genuinely falls in love (becomes obsessed 🙄) with a female reader who was initially his target. How do you think he will confess to her, what it will be like to date him and what he would be like when he's jealous?

Thank you ❤️❤️

Obsessed ll Adam Bahri ll The guy upstairs

Headcannons of where Adam Bahri from the guy upstairs becomes obsessed with his original target. 

Warnings: Mentions of murder, Mentions of being a yandere, Swearing, Slight stalking.

Omg, thank you so much for this request. This webtoon is one that I really want to experiment with writing with, especially since this is such a good idea! I hope you enjoy these headcanons (Even as they turned into a more yandere-story) 💗 💗

-You were originally "chosen" by Adam as his next murder victim because of his physical attraction towards you. (And also because of convenience, as you lived next door).

-Everything about your eyes, smile, presence, and face made him instantly drawn in. 

-Later when he began to know you better, he liked how you immediately saw more to him than his appearance. 

-Once you become one of the more prioritized people on his list, suddenly, he would appear everywhere around you.

-Bookstores, cafes, museums, etc. Even in school zones, such as your university library. 

-For instance, the first time he had actually approached you (outside of occasional glances while walking past each other, which seemed to increase drastically in the last few months, and with an ever-present smile) Was at an art exhibit. 

-Groups of oil paintings brought to life with each stroke of a paintbrush, starting from darkest to lightest, with the final touches of highlights.

-You had been carefully examining a painting of a poised lady with one of those fancy hats accompanied by a white feather. She wasn't smiling or scowling, although the way the artist painted her skin was phenomenal as if her skin was created from porcelain. 

-Awestruck by the painting, you barely noticed as a tall shadow had cast over you. 

-The sudden presence had caused you to quickly spin around, seeing a man with dark hair and eyes who looked oddly familiar. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He said gently, smiling. "I live in the same apartment complex as you, on the same floor." 

-At the time, you had recognized him and had thought nothing else of the matter. 

-Once you both introduced yourself, he smoothly asked you to get coffee with him. 

-That became the start of an eventual relationship, although it was probably not the healthiest one, as you know, one of them is a *cough cough* murderer. 

-He had confessed unpredictably when he randomly asked you to hang out. 

-While dating him, he would probably be a sweet person towards you (as shown by his previous relationships) while strategically thinking of when to kill you. 

-Although, he would always pull back before he could actually commit the act. 

-You were a sweet person, similar to previous victims, although you weren't as aloof as he presumed you would be. This would lead to meaningful conversations between you both, and eventually an obsession with you. 

-He also couldn't figure out what was such a big factor leading to this, making him have an eventual yandere-like obsession. 

-Because of this, whenever you talk to other people or whenever others show interest in you, they will somehow be found dead. 

-Most of the murders of people around you would be because of his rooted jealousy. 

Overall: 

-I can't see Adam actually falling in love unless it's more like an obsession. 

-Although, once he does, I doubt he would be able to turn back.

-If you want a more detailed oneshot of this topic, please feel free to request it again! 

-I actually love this series sm, so thanks again for your idea. 

Blind as a Bat - Bale!Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Pairing: (Christian Bale) Bruce Wayne x Female Reader Word count: 3,052 Rating: All ages Warnings: allusions to prospective assault (no graphic descriptions), female reader (no other physical descriptors - i think) Notes: Requested by a lovely anon! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Masterlist

If you had learned anything from being Bruce Wayne’s assistant it's that there was no such thing as clocking off on time. 

You had held your position for just over a year now, and despite never clocking out at five like you were supposed to, it was by far one of the most enjoyable jobs you had ever had. You were paid well – very well, not to mention that Bruce Wayne was far from the arrogant playboy the tabloids led you to believe. What started as him reluctantly taking on a business assistant as he became more involved with the company again, turned into a genuine friendship, which then turned into you spending more nights and weekends at his penthouse than in your own apartment. So much so that the dresser in one of the guest bedrooms was now half filled with your spare sweaters and some extra essentials Bruce had insisted you kept there just in case. 

Still, that didn't change the fact that your work hours had seemed to get later and later over the last week. Closing contracts always led to longer hours and while you enjoyed the extra time with Lucius, you never enjoyed the long walks home – especially with the clown running around. 

You pulled your jacket closer to your body, unfolding the collar to guard your face as you stepped out into the rain. You cursed yourself for forgetting your umbrella as you slipped out of the side door, knowing the main entrance would be locked up at this time of the evening to help keep opportunistic criminals out when it was dark. 

Hiking your bag up onto your shoulder, you kept close to the wall to try and shield from the rain, cursing as you stepped into a puddle you hadn’t seen in the dark, soaking your shoe. 

“Pretty women shouldn’t talk like that,” a male voice sneered. You looked up in shock just to be met with a small pocket knife, the man wielding it grinning psychotically as he looked you up and down. You stumbled back a few steps as he started towards you. “Oh come on, darlin’, let’s see your face.” He lunged for you and you yelped, trying to dodge but finding yourself pressed up firmly against the wall. You opened your mouth to cry out when there was a loud thud, and all of a sudden the man’s weight was off of you.

You turned quickly, starting to scramble away when you saw him – the Batman. He had torn the man away from you, throwing him off balance, and was now watching you as you took hasty steps backwards and towards the main street. You watched the man stumble, swinging wildly as he tried to regain his composure. The pocket knife grazed the masked hero’s cheek just slightly as he focused his attention on you and you gasped. Just as quickly as the knife caught him it had been pulled from his grip, the sound of cracking and yelping as Batman crushed the offender's hand like it was a can. 

“Go.” His voice was deep as he pushed the mugger to his knees. He didn’t have to tell you twice. 

****

You didn’t sleep much that night. You were on your third coffee of the day as you tried to keep your eyes open and your body upright as you took notes. Lucian was trying to fill Bruce in on a recent contract, but his mind seemed elsewhere, glancing between you and the window. intermittently. He seemed exhausted himself, nodding occasionally as if trying to pretend he was getting anything Lucian was saying.

You furrowed your brow as he turned his head and you caught sight of it, a small red nick in his skin, so unassuming you could pass it off as a cut from shaving. But Bruce Wayne was always immaculate. He never once cut himself shaving – you were somewhat sure he had someone to do it for him. No. That cut was too familiar. 

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped as you realised, sitting up a little straighter. Bruce Wayne was the Batman. 

In your shock, you knocked your coffee over on the table, cursing yourself as you rushed to rectify it and save the notes from ruin. 

“Is everything okay?” Bruce's voice was higher, but sure enough, it was the same as the one you had heard in the alley the night before. How had you not noticed it? 

“I- I yes. Sorry. I just need a moment.” 

You stood abruptly and hastily pushed your way out of Bruce's office, leaning against the wall and taking a staggering breath, thankful the office was quiet and everyone was out for lunch. The meeting room door swung open and you turned to see Bruce looking at you, concern etched into his brow. 

“Are you oka-“

“You're Batman.” 

He looked at you dumbfounded for a moment before glancing around the corridor, his jaw unclenching when he didn’t spot any signs of life. 

“I’m not sure I know what-“ 

“That cut. You got it last night in the alley way when you dropped that mugger.” 

You could see him swallow and ponder his next words, his eyes flicking over your face as he tried to work out your intentions. 

“No one can know.” He said finally, his words calm and measured. 

You stood just looking at him for a moment before you nodded slowly, his gaze still holding yours. 

“I understand.” 

“Good.”

“Good.” 

You both stood in silence for a moment looking at one another until you heard footsteps down the hall. Within a second, Bruce had managed to pull you back into the meeting room. Lucian looked up confused from the plans on the table. 

“She knows.”

You looked between the two men, confused. 

“Wait- Lucian knew too?” 

“Where do you think Batman gets his suit?” He asked with a small smug smile. He glanced between the two of you for a moment, his smile dropping as he sensed the growing tension. “I’ll leave you two to it.” 

Bruce leaned against the table, hands slid into his pockets as he fixed his eyes on something outside you continued to hover by the door. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You started, finally breaking the silence. 

“The fewer people that know the better. It’s safer for everyone. especially you."

You nodded, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You both fell into silence again. 

“Last night, when you stopped that man. Was that by chance?” Your stomach twisted with the anxiety of what could have happened had he not swooped in. 

Bruce simply looked at you with a slightly dopey smile, his eyes conveying everything he had to say without the use of words. 

“I don’t make a habit of following my employees,” he started, looking back out of the window again. “But when you leave the office so late…” he trailed off. 

You breathed out heavily. “Well, thank you.” 

He only nodded as you fell into an uneasy silence again. 

“Who else knows?” 

“Just Lucian and Alfred.”

“And they both help you?” 

He nodded. Suddenly it hit you. 

“Let me help.” He turned to you quickly, shocked. “I’m Bruce Wayne’s assistant, why shouldn’t I be Batman’s?” 

He shook his head, “absolutely not. It’s far too dangerous.” 

“I already know, what difference would this make?” He pondered your words for a moment before he sighed. 

“Okay.”

****

“Would you like another cup of tea, Alfred?” you asked as you stood, stretched out your shoulders, and rubbed your neck where it ached after you had been hunched over the coffee table pouring over the plans for the latest suit upgrades. 

“That would be lovely, thank you,” he smiled, glancing up at you from behind his screens as you padded across the penthouse to the kitchen. You quickly abandoned the kettle, however, as you heard Bruce’s voice in the main room. 

“What time do you call this?” you teased as you fell into his side, letting him pull you into a half hug. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that bats are nocturnal?” he yawned. He was still in the pyjamas you had bought him for Christmas. 

“It’s nearly 3pm,” you rolled your eyes as you rushed back into the kitchen to take the screaming kettle off the stove. You heard him grumble something under his breath as he collapsed backwards onto the sofa, throwing an arm over his face to block out the light. You poured out two mugs of tea and clicked the coffee machine on, taking a mug out to Alfred. 

“Anything good in that mountain of paperwork?” Bruce asked as he took the coffee mug from your hands, thanking you quickly as he sat up again, leaning over your shoulder as you nestled back in your spot on the floor. 

You sipped your drink as you nodded, “A bit, I think. More importantly, however-” you pulled your diary out from under a stack of plans and he groaned dramatically - “You have a meeting tomorrow at 10am, so maybe try and sleep a little earlier tonight,” you shot him a pointed look, “and the contractors need a final decision on your plans for the interiors for the manor rebuild by the end of this week.” Bruce placed his coffee back down on the table before falling back to lying on the sofa. 

“Could you scout someone to sort that?” he asked, “Please?” he almost pouted and you rolled your eyes. He had hated every step of having to deal with the rebuild except the South East Corner. 

“I know someone who could help,” you pondered, reaching for your phone to flick through your contacts. 

“Oh really?” He asked, peeking out from behind his arm again as you tapped out a text. 

“An acquaintance of mine is a designer. A good one at that. I am sure he can find the time.” 

Bruce became more alert when you said ‘he’. Neither of you saw the way Alfred rolled his eyes as he watched Bruce’s body tense at the mention of another man. It was becoming more and more obvious just how much he had fallen for you, especially since you had found out his secret a few months ago, even if he refused to admit it to himself. He had practically moved you into the penthouse at this point – not that he minded one bit, he quite liked the company – and he had ensured you always left the office with him, or at least had a car pick you up. Not to mention the gifts – not only the ones he showered you with but the ones you gave him. He cared for them more than he did the expensive stuff he had thrown at him. 

“How do you know him, exactly?” Bruce asked as he peeked over your shoulder again at the text conversation. 

You hesitated for a moment before answering, “Him and I dated for a while.” Bruce’s whole body tensed, 

“Oh really?” he took a sip of his coffee to try and disguise his reaction, 

“It was more of a fling,” you laughed awkwardly, tucking your phone back with your diary. “We just weren’t right for each other.” 

“Why do you think he will help?” Bruce pushed as you tried to go back to the suit plans. 

“There’s no hard feelings. We ended on good terms,” you smiled softly over your shoulder at him but it did nothing to ease his jealousy. “Anyway, these plans-” you continued, but Bruce’s mind was elsewhere. 

**** 

“Marco!” you called as he approached up the driveway, waving to him from amidst the busy workmen bustling around the new manor. He broke into a smile as he caught sight of you, pulling you into a friendly hug. “So good to see you!” you smiled as he pulled away. 

“You too, you look good,” he noted as he looked at you. “Simply radiant.” You laughed lightly as you turned to Bruce,

“This is Bruce Wayne – Bruce, Marco,” you introduced them, watching as Marco held his hand out to Bruce, only for him to take it with perhaps a little more force than anticipated. You shot him a stern look as he smiled, tight lipped. 

“Good to meet you,” he said sharply, his voice the tight register he usually used at business meetings. In his head, he was sizing him up. When you said he was a designer, he expected some level of class, but he wasn’t expecting this. Marco looked like he would be perfectly at home at one of his charity gala’s – the perfectly tailored Brioni suit looked straight out of his own closet, for a start, along with the way he carried himself, the car, the hair, the assistant that looked a little too much like you for him to feel comfortable. He was willing to bet that this man was almost – almost – as wealthy as him. Not to mention obviously charming. You had missed those bits out of your general description. 

"You're a lucky man to have this one working for you," Marco almost smirked as he looked at you again, his eyes lingering just a little too long for Bruce's liking. You felt your skin heat up at the compliment, trying to laugh it off as you watched Bruce tense up.

"Yes, I suppose I am," he replied, tight-lipped, once again in at Marco's own assistant. Really, the similarities were uncanny. It couldn't have been a coincidence on his part. It left a sour taste in Bruce's mouth.

“Well, shall we?” You asked, trying to break the tension as the two men sized one another up. You could gag on the testosterone in the air. 

“Of course, after you,” Bruce turned to you with a smile. Unexpectedly, his hand found the small of your back as he guided you to the door. You felt your skin heat up at the touch. It wasn’t the first time he had touched you like this of course, but the tension of the situation, not to mention the general air of protectiveness he exuded as he kept himself close to you as you headed up the stairs seemed to dial everything up to 100. As you walked he leaned down, his lips against your ear as he murmured lowly, “You didn’t mention he was so… dashing.” His tone was obviously teasing, forcing you to roll your eyes. 

****

The whole affair was one of the most awkward meetings you had ever sat through. Every comment, every suggestion, was loaded in some way, shape, or form. Like they were trying to play ‘who had the biggest trust fund’ for a whole hour. By the end, you were exhausted, having played umpire at a spoiled brat tennis match. 

Thankfully, the project had been agreed. You waved Marco off wearily, kissing his cheek as he climbed back into his car and watched as it started down the driveway. As you turned, however, your scowl was back, your eyebrows firmly furrowed as you stomped back up the steps and into the workshop of a main hall. 

“What was that?” you asked, at the end of your tether. 

“What was what?” Bruce replied curtly, avoiding looking at you as he pretended to check the stone work. 

“You know exactly what. Did you have to be so- so…” you trailed off, struggling to find the word.

“So what?” He finally looked at you. 

“So ‘Bruce Wayne’?” you mimicked quotation marks with your fingers as you spoke, alluding to the tabloid act you hated so much. You huffed with frustration as he started to walk away, heading up the new grand staircase. 

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he called from the top of the stairs as you followed him. 

“I swear to god if you do not stop playing with me right now I will-” 

“What will you do?” he asked suddenly, turning around alarmingly quickly and trapping you against the large stone pillar. “Go and have a meeting with Marco?” His tone was weighted, almost accusatory. Your mind went blank for a moment as you felt the heat off his body. 

“I-,” you struggled for words for a moment. “Bruce, what are you talking about?” 

He let out a heavy breath before he stepped back again, his jaw clenching. 

“I don’t like him.” 

You scoffed, “Why not? And why agree for him to-”

“I don’t like him around you.” He cut you off, refusing to look at you, instead fixing his gaze over the balcony and on the hall below. 

Anger bubbled in your chest. “Excuse me?”

“Are you sure you ended on friendly terms? I don’t think he got the memo,” Bruce questioned, his tone becoming dangerously harsh. "I get replacing you as an assistant when you left, but replacing your with a petty replica? I mean. come on now."  

“I’m sorry, what has this got to do with anything?” you were becoming increasingly irate as he pushed you. “Will you just look at me?” you snapped, your voice significantly louder than you intended causing a few of the workmen to look up at the two of you. 

His eyes finally found yours. “Do you still love him?” 

You were visibly taken aback, looking at him as if he had grown two heads as you gawped at him. 

“Wh-”

“Do you?” Bruce’s voice was quieter now, his eyes were softer, holding a vulnerability in them that you weren’t familiar with. You had seen it only once before when he had lent you his mothers pearl necklace for a gala. It clicked. Finally you saw it. Bruce was jealous. And not just jealous, he was insecure about it. 

“No.” you said simply, lowering your tone to match his. “And I haven’t for one year, two months, and five days,” you added, watching as he tried to run the maths in his head. His eyes widened as he worked it out. You started working for him almost one year and three months ago. “You’re as blind as a bat, Bruce Wayne.” 

“Shut up,” he murmured, reaching out for you and pulling you closer. This time, he finally gave in to what he had wanted for months, pressing his lips against yours with a mixture of urgency and softness. One of his hands came up to cup your jaw, his thumb gently grazing your cheek as he tilted your head back, ensuring the perfect angle to deepen the kiss.

The world faded around you, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. When he finally pulled back, it was only for a brief moment, just long enough to let you both catch your breath, though you stayed close, still savouring the warmth of each other.

His gaze lingered on you, intense and soft all at once, as if trying to commit every detail of this moment to memory. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against you, grounding you in the moment as he brushed his thumb along your jaw. Neither of you dared pull away until you heard someone clear their throat. Both of you looked down quickly to see Marco standing at the base of the stairs, his assistant in tow. 

“I forgot my design book,” he said awkwardly.