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Bruce stares at the robot in front of him, taking in the beastly beauty of his metallic skin. the heat radiates off his skin, coming in waves towards him. 

“Fred…”

The robotic bear stares back at his beloved, a gentle breeze gliding past him and blowing his scarf gently in the wind. He gives Bruce a toothy grin, his expression carrying a warmth that transcended the cold exterior of his metal body.

" My dearest Bruce..! "

Bruce knew that Fred’s voice could soothe whatever it touched. it was gentle and sweet in a way that only he could ever pull off. Oh how lucky Bruce was to ever find such a lover. He walks towards the robot in small strides, his dark black cape dragging behind.

Upon seeing Bruce approach, Fred bounds forward, extending his long, rope-like arms towards his lover, and wrapping them around him. He pulls him close, stepping back and wobbling a bit before stabilizing himself. His eyes glimmer with love and affection.

“How was your day, my love? I hope you weren’t too bored while I was gone?” Bruce adjusts his love’s top hat, which began to slip off from the sudden embrace. Oh how clumsy little Fred is.

Fred lets out a content growl as Bruce fixes his hat, closing his eyes momentarily. When he reopens them, he remembers that he has to respond.

" O-Oh— Ah.. My day was just fine! You know me, though.. didn’t do much.. I just played games most of the day and.. didn’t really talk to anyone. "

" I..I-I guess I was just waiting for ya! "

He smiles sheepishly.

Bruce growls huskily in response, thinking how cute the little bear is. Fred is almost two feet shorter than him, and seeing the top of his large hat isn’t the nicest view.

“Maybe I should get you heels, baby. What do you think?”

Fred stares blankly at him for a few moments, as if trying to process what he’s saying. When it registers in his head, his internal fans begin audibly whirring as he overheats.

"H-HEELS-!? Golly gee— How would.. How would those fit me?? "

He lifts one of his feetpaws, grimacing as he sees how huge his feet are. 

Bruce picks him up by the armpits, cooing at his cute little lover. “you’re asking the richest man in Gotham city whether I can find you shoes?” He laughs, kissing his long button nose gently. 

“How many times do I have to tell you I can do it all, baby?”

Fred feels mechanical butterflies flutter in his stomach as Bruce picks him up, and he giggles nervously. 

"G-Gosh.. I.. I forget so easily, don’t I? Of course someone so strong and.. handsome.. so powerful.. like you could do anything.. hehe.. "

He bites his lip and looks away in a flustered manner.

Bruce lets out a low hum, smirking by the insinuation. “Not now puppy. You know your place.” 

He lets the bear purr in his muscular arms, the veins shifting place to fit his lover’s form perfectly. He sets him down, lightly pinching Fred’s button nose. “why don’t we go McDonald’s, sweet kitten?”

Fred’s eyes light up at the mention of McDonald’s.

"Oh, you know me SO well! I’d love to, my sweetie weetie batty boy.. "

He grins, clasping his petite hands together and smiling at Bruce. His sharp teeth glint in the room’s gentle light, and Bruce almost swore he could see him foaming at the mouth.

Bruce scratches Fred’s chin as they enter the shiny batmobile, speeding away to Micky D’s. Since the batmobile only had one seat, the silver bear sat on his alpha’s lap, panting with his metallic tongue, robot oils dripping down and staining the leather seat beneath them.

“Happy, are you?” Bruce says.

“Very, very happy.. " Fred pants out in response, oil-like drool trickling down his mouth. The oil spillage gets worse when the big McDonald’s comes into their line of sight.

Bruce stops the car, carrying him out easily and tickling under his armpits. “coochie choochie cooo!”

They enter the big Mac donna’s and go to the register. “one ultra big mac por favor. And make it meaty.”

The Miccy Dwindles worker stares at the two as if they can’t believe their eyes, before rushing off into the kitchen.

They return about 10 minutes later, cautiously holding a tray with their 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓭. 

“An.. ultra big mac…? Extra meaty-

"Fred proceeds to start frothing at the mouth and trying to lunge for the big mac.

Batman stops him with a single finger. “no, let me feed you puppy.” he sticks the entire burger into his own mouth chewing on it until in turns into mushy sludge. He slips a finger into Fred’s mouth and opens it.

“Open wide, baby…”

"Aaaahhh.. "

Fred opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out He lets out a satisfied growl as the sludge is put into his mouth.

And for the rest of the day, the two lovers sit happily in Fagdonalds, chowing down on the sludge big mac.

The End. ❤️