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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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Someone told me once
That there's a right and wrong
Punishment was cure for those
Who dare to cross the line
Jerk-Off, Tool
I leaned against the wall, flipping my butterfly knife back and forth. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, and I was feeling super edgy in my excitement.
“He’s ready for you.” Butch said, as he left the room. “The cameras are on, so if anything goes wrong, one of us will come help.”
Nodding, I stepped inside. Tommy was strapped down to a table, and he looked pissed.
“What the fuck do you want?” He snapped, struggling against the leather restraints. “Planning on killing me?”
I sat down on the edge of the table. “I don’t want to kill you, Tommy. No… I want you to live with the memory of what you did to me.”
“You think you can hurt me?”
“Hurting you is just a bonus.” I dug the knife into his chest, beginning to write. Deep enough to leave scars, not so deep that he would bleed out.
B… I heard him suddenly inhale. R… He gritted his teeth, his eyes closed. E… He was starting to swear under his breath. E… I sat back, admiring my handiwork.
“Is that the best you can do?” He asked.
“I’ve barely started.” I continued to write my name, over and over, in big and small letters on his chest. “When I was rescued, I was so ready to kill you. You marked me, and every time I looked in the mirror, I had to remember what you did. As I healed, I began to realise that killing you just wasn’t good enough.”
He was pulling against the straps, but they were strong. There was blood everywhere, and it was a little hard to see what I was doing. As I began to cut into his arm, I noticed he was beginning to fade out.
“Not yet, you don’t.” I slapped him, my hand connecting with his cheek. The loud thwack echoed through the room.
“Fuck you.” He spat out, his face betraying his pain.
“Don’t be rude, Tommy.” I slowly pierced the back of his hand with the blade, watching as his eyes glazed over. He was close to passing out, and I knew I needed to hurry up if I wanted him to be awake.
I grabbed a bucket of water, pouring it over him. He choked on some of it, sending drops of water spraying into the air.
“We’re almost done.” I brushed some hair behind my ear, definitely leaving a trail of blood on my skin. “Just a couple more things.”
I carved my name into his forehead, ending with a love heart on either side. Then I stabbed him in the stomach a couple of times, because I felt like it. The rush of adrenaline had dissipated, but I was still feeling energised. I felt good, and a sense of relief was spreading through me.
Pulling the knife blade out of him, I wiped the blood off on a blood-free patch of his skin and waved up at the security camera to be let out.
“I’m going to come after you.” I heard Tommy wheeze.
“Please do.” I walked over to the door. “I’m sure we’ll have such a good time.”
Butch let me out, and I found Oz waiting for me. He was sitting on a chair against the wall, and he looked up as I came out.
“Not going to kill him, love?” He asked, standing up.
“No. I want him to look in the mirror every day and see my name.” I looked down at myself, suddenly noticing how much blood was on my clothing. “I want him to think twice before hurting someone like me again.”
“Butch can dump him somewhere outside of town later.” He wiped some blood off my cheek. “You got blood on your face.”
I blushed. “I probably should go home and shower.”
“Go ahead. I’ll deal with all this, then meet you at home.” He kissed me. “I’ll see you soon.”
I pulled on my coat, making sure that the blood couldn’t be seen, then walked outside. I could have walked home, even though it would have taken nearly an hour, but I hailed a taxi instead.
As soon as I got home, I stripped off my bloody clothes and sat down in the shower. Even though I felt better, lighter, I was also starting to feel tired.
He walked into the room, looking over Tommy’s bare, bleeding body. She’d really damaged him, and he didn’t think it would be forgotten quickly.
“You don’t look so good, Tommy.” He commented, crossing his arms.
“Are you planning on killing me or talking me to death?” Tommy managed to wheeze.
“Killing you would be a bit of a betrayal, don’t you think? Don’t worry, Butch will drop you off somewhere outside of the city soon.” He turned to leave. “I do plan on killing Maroni though. You’ll probably see it in the news tomorrow.”
I was just about to get out of the shower when Oz walked into the room. I’d spent nearly an hour just sitting with my back to the water, in an almost meditative state.
“Can I join you, love?” He asked.
“I can hardly say no to a question like that.” I laughed.
As he stepped inside, I noticed there was blood on him. I wrapped my arms around his bare shoulders, pulling him close. He gently pushed me back against the wall, leaving red hand prints on my skin.
“You’re getting blood on me.” I whispered, sliding along the wall into the spray of water.
“I’ll make sure to wash it off.” He turned me around so I was facing away from him.
Leaning into his touch, my breath caught in my throat as his hands slid along my skin. He wrapped his arm around my chest, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Suddenly I heard a knock on the apartment door.
“You should go get that.” I whispered, turning to face him.
“I guess I should.” He kissed me, then washed the blood off his hands.
He stepped out, pulling on some pants. As he left, I also got out, pulling on my underwear and a floor-length silk robe. I walked out into the bedroom, tying the ribbon around my waist.
Sitting down on the bed, I hesitated when I heard a croak from out on the balcony. Walking out, I found the raven standing on the railing. I knew he was the same one because of the small white spot under his left eye.
“How did you find me?” I asked, reaching out to him. “You’re pretty clever.”
He moved closer, letting me softly run my fingers over his feathers. Then he flew off again, doing a circle in front of me and soaring away. I stood there, leaning on the railing, for a few more minutes.
“Aren’t you cold?” I heard Oz’s voice behind me.
“Only a little.” I turned to face him. “Who was at the door?”
“Delivery I was waiting on.” He ran his fingers along the edge of my robe. “When did you get this?”
“Yesterday. Do you like it?”
He nodded, his eyes drifting over my body.
“Well…” I slid one side off my shoulder. “Maybe you should see what’s underneath.”
He suddenly pulled me back inside, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I climbed into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. There was something on his mind, and I gently kissed him once.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“When we first spoke, you wanted to know why I came left Gotham as a kid and why I came back.” He pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “And I should have told you sooner.”
I gave him a curious look as he slid the other side of my robe down my arm. “Are you going to tell me now?”
“I was, until I saw you wearing this.” He twisted a strand of my hair around his finger. “Now I’m thinking that it can wait an hour or two.”
“No.” I shook my head. “You promised you’d be truthful, and you’ve kept this from me for a couple of months now. I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Will you now?” He whispered, slyly. “How?”
I ran my finger along the edge of my bra, biting my lip. “The more you tell me, the more I’ll let you take off.”
“Do I get to touch you?”
“As long as you keep talking, you can touch me as much as you want. Does that work for you?”
He nodded, chuckling. “Deal.”
I undid the ribbon, pulling the robe off. He gave me a very satisfied look as he took hold of my waist. His hands were cold, and I squirmed a little, pressing myself closer against him for warmth.
“As you know,” He began, playing with the edge of my garter belt. “When I was young, I was good friends with Bruce Wayne. Our families were very similar, rich and influential.”
I watched his eyes, noticing how they seemed to darken at the mention of Wayne. Momentarily distracted, I gasped as he pressed a kiss between my breasts.
“But when I was ten, my family was destroyed. Hill, Falcone and Thomas Wayne wanted my family’s fortune and the position of mayor, which my father was in the race for.” He hooked his finger around one of my suspenders, gently pulling my hips against his.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt him between my legs. I wanted him, so much, but I wanted to hear what he’d been keeping from me.
He paused the story, looking up at me expectantly. I unhooked one stocking, guiding his hand down so he could slide it off. He slid his hand along my leg, pulling the stocking down and throwing it aside. Then he pressed a kiss to my knee before continuing.
“They took everything we had.” He spoke so quietly, and I was worried for him. “My father killed himself, and Wayne had my mother committed to Arkham so he could take our land and money. She died not long after.”
I felt my mouth drop open in shock and I reflexively placed my hand over it. I wanted to cry for him, but I didn’t want to stop him talking.
“I was shipped off to a boarding school in the UK. I joined the British army, got kicked out and started making money via illegal boxing amongst other things.” He gently nipped at my chest. “But my anger never went away.”
I was entranced by his tale, simultaneously angry and upset for him. I barely noticed as he pulled off my other stocking, just listening to him.
“I’ve been planning this for years. I’m going to bring down the Wayne empire and punish Mayor Hill. That delivery? All the evidence I need to show how corrupt the Waynes have always been.” He looked up at me, tracing my lips with his thumb.
“How will you get it out there?”
“I’m going to hijack a news show and broadcast it.” He kissed my shoulder, pulling my bra strap down with his teeth. “You could come with me. It’ll be fun.”
I nodded. “Is there anything else you need to tell me?”
“Unless you want to hear everything about my past…”
“I really don’t.” I pushed him down onto the bed, leaning over to kiss him.
As she slept beside him, he opened up the laptop, quietly watching the video he’d been given. It was everything he needed to finish this. He didn’t really have a plan for what he was going to do after, but he did know he wanted her by his side.
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