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The Penguin and the Raven	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I'll bleed forever
Ghost Love Score, Nightwish
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my towel around myself and looking down at the scars on my arms. They were mostly healed now, just looking like raised red lines on my skin. It was awful to look at, and I felt so ugly. I was glad it was winter, so I could cover them up, but it didn’t help with the scar on my face.
Pulling one of Oz’s shirts on over my underwear, I began to cry quietly. I didn’t know why he even still wanted me, because I wasn’t beautiful anymore. I didn’t recognise the person in the mirror at all.
“Is everything alright?” Oz walked in, still half-asleep. I must have woken him, and I felt guilty about that.
“I’m fine.” I wiped my eyes. “Sorry for waking you.”
“You’re not fine, love.” He took hold of my waist, pulling me close. “What’s upsetting you?”
I looked up at him, biting my lip. I didn’t think I was ready to have this conversation, but as soon as I opened my mouth to say something, it all came tumbling out.
“Being beautiful was never the most important thing to me. Yes, I love dressing up, putting makeup on, all of that. But it was about making me feel good.” I began, pushing my wet hair out of my eyes. “But all of this, all of my scars, makes me feel so ugly. And I feel like you probably think so too. I don’t want you to stay with me just because you feel responsible for what happened.”
I was beginning to ramble, and fortunately he stopped me.
“Is that what you think of me?” He asked, playing with the buttons on the shirt I was wearing. “That I would leave if I didn’t feel responsible?”
I shrugged, not sure what I thought anymore.
He lifted me onto the bench, so my face was level with his. “Yes, your new scars have changed the way you look. And yes, I feel responsible for what happened to you. But you are just as beautiful now as the day I met you, and I don’t plan on leaving you for any reason.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” He kissed me, tangling his fingers in my damp, unbrushed hair.
I hooked my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him between my legs. Now that my pain was basically gone, I wanted to touch him again. I was desperate for his touch, and he clearly was for mine too, because he ripped my shirt open so hard and fast that buttons went flying.
He slid my underwear off, and I wrapped my legs around him as unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He looked deep into my eyes for approval, and when I nodded, he plunged inside me.
I clung to him tightly, moaning as he took control of me once again. He was hitting that perfect spot inside me, and I could feel the heat spreading through me once again. It didn’t take much to get me going when it came to him, and I think he enjoyed how quickly he could take me right to the edge, because he always spent time teasing me.
But not this time. We were both already so close, both needing the release it would bring. He slid his thumb over my clit, causing me to buck against him. With one more flick, he sent me tumbling over the edge and I buried my face in his neck, surrendering to my orgasm. I clenched around him and he held me still as he came right after, his body shuddering.
I ran my fingers through his hair, not wanting to move as we both came down from the high. Eventually though, he pulled away, lifting his jeans back up. I started to slide off the bench but he stopped me, taking hold of my face.
“You mean everything to me.” He whispered. “I hope you know that.”
“Of course, but…”
“I love you, Bree.” He cut me off, pressing his thumb to my top lip.
I looked up at him in surprise. “You do?”
“I do. I don’t expect you to…”
This time it was my turn to interrupt him, kissing him hard.
“I love you too.” I rested my forehead against his, closing my eyes.
He walked into Wayne Tower, gun resting on his shoulder as he approached the receptionist. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with terror.
“Relax, love. I don’t plan on using this on you.” His mask made his voice echo, and she flinched. “Is the board of directors in?”
She nodded. “E… except for Bruce Wayne.”
“Perfect. Feel free to take the rest of the day off. I doubt you want to be here when this goes down.” He turned to the men behind him. “Let’s go, boys.”
I turned the volume up on the TV, watching the news.
“Four members of the Wayne Enterprises board of directors were killed today in an apparent hostage situation at Wayne Tower. Witnesses say a man in a penguin mask entered the building at one pm with a group of men.”
Hearing the door open, I looked over my shoulder to see Oz walking in.
“You’re on the news.” I called to him, as he headed into the kitchen.
“Am I? What a surprise.” He chuckled.
I sat up as he walked past, handing me a glass of wine. He lay down on the couch, leaning against me.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” I asked, resting my hand on his chest.
“I did.” He turned off the TV, instead playing music through the stereo.
I drank my wine, placing the glass down. Wrapping my arms around him, I pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“I want to go to the gym tomorrow.” I began, unbuttoning his shirt halfway, then sliding my hands inside. “Am I going to have to deal with one of your men following me?”
“I can send Butch with you, if you would prefer, but I don’t want you out without protection right now.” He ran his fingers up and down my arms.
“I guess that would be okay.” I sighed. I was so sick of being stuck around the hotel room.
“I’m sorry, love. I know you don’t like having people around while you work out.” He squeezed my hand. “But I want you to be safe.”
I let go of him, pulling my hair out of the bun and beginning to braid it. He sat up, turning to look at me.
“It’s alright.” I reached over, softly touching his cheek before continuing. “I just want to be able to go out with you again, rather than just ordering in.”
“As soon as this is over, we’ll go out. I promise.” He leaned over to kiss me. “I will take you wherever you want to go.”
I nodded, feeling a little better.
“Now, I have to talk with Slade again today. Do you want me to go meet him? That way you don’t have to see him.”
“No, it’s okay. I’d rather you stay here with me if you can.” I finished my hair, smiling at him. “I’ll just go have a long bath.”
“I’ll come and get you when I’m done. Do you want anything?”
I thought for a moment, biting my lip. “Some more wine would be good.”
“I’ll bring it to you soon.”
“I need you to go to the gym with her.” He said, looking over at Butch. “I don’t want her out alone right now. Not until we know where Maroni is and what he’s planning.”
“Sure, Boss.” He turned to leave.
“And Butch, I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what will happen if she gets hurt.” He watched Butch leave, then sat back in his chair.
He was worried about her, like always, but it was worse when he knew she was going to be out without him. He could keep her safe when he was with her, but when she was out with one of his men, he couldn’t know what might happen.
“You’d get a better work out fighting against actual people.” Butch commented, as he watched me.
“People keep telling me that.” I turned to face him. “Do you know somewhere I can get into an actual fight?”
He nodded. “There’s a place about ten minutes from here. I can take you tomorrow, if you want.”
“Thanks.” I stretched my arms above my head. “And thanks for watching out for me. It’s a big weight off my shoulders to know I’m safe.”
“You’re a good friend, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He shrugged, handing me my hoodie. “Ready to head off?”
“I want to go home for a shower then to see Oz at the bar.” I followed him out the door.
At home, I quickly jumped through the shower so I didn’t look and smell gross, then dressed up in something nice. I was quiet during the drive to the bar, thinking about how
I’d never told Oz what my nightmares were about, even though they were starting to happen more often. He’d never pushed me to tell him, but I knew he was wondering.
“Bree? We’re here.” Butch said.
I nodded, shaking myself out of my thoughts and climbing out of the car. The bar was quiet, with a couple of groups of people here and there. I walked up to the bar to grab a drink.
“The boss is upstairs.” Jack told me, pouring a martini and sliding it over. “He’s not happy though, so watch your step.”
“I will.” I drank the martini then headed upstairs.
“Oz? It’s me.” I gently knocked on the door.
There was a moment, then it opened. He stepped aside, letting me in and returning to his desk chair. I walked over, pulling off my coat before sitting on the desk in front of him. He was being very quiet, and I was a little concerned.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“It is now.” He slid his hands under my knees, gently pulling my legs apart so he could slide his chair closer. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Go ahead, love.” He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me closer against him so he could nuzzle into my breasts. “I’m listening.”
“I don’t think you are.” I whispered, biting my lip to hold back a moan as his kissed my skin.
“Is this an important conversation?”
“A little.”
He reluctantly sat back, looking up at me. “I promise to pay attention. What do you want to talk about?”
“The nightmares I’ve been having.” I leaned my hands on the edge of the desk. “They’re… about my dad’s death. I don’t talk about it much, as I’m sure you’ve realised.”
He stayed silent, running his hands up and down the back of my calves as he waited for me to continue.
“The only people that know are Molly, Butch and Slade, I guess. Falcone knew as well. But I was there when Dad was killed.” I looked down at my knees, upset. “Hi… his blood sprayed on me as the bullet went through him. It’s not like I hadn’t seen anything like that before, I’d even been involved in it a few times. But the sight of his body, and all that blood…”
He lifted me off the desk, gently placing me in his lap. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, he held me tightly as I worked through what was on my mind.
“It was ages since my last one, but I guess with everything in my life being different, it just brought those memories back up.” I finished, wiping my eyes. “I’m sorry for waking you when I have them.”
“I want you to wake me.” He rested his finger under my chin, tilting my head up. “I will hold you through every single one.”
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