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She's Not a Saint	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 489 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I stood in front of the mirror, putting my lipstick on. It was the first time I’d gotten this dressed up since before Jon had brought me home, and I wanted to look my best. I had to do this right, because I just wanted to make him happy. He was trusting me to do this, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
Pulling on my dress, I zipped it up and stepped into my heels. I gave myself another look over in the mirror, making sure I looked good, then headed out to say goodbye to Jon.
I knocked on the door to his office, then opened it, stepping inside. He was reading something, but he looked up when I entered, his eyes widening when he saw what I was wearing.
“Are you going out like that?” He asked.
I bit my lip, walking over and leaning against his desk. “I’m going to a club, I can’t just wear jeans and a t-shirt. I’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry about me.”
“I’m not worried.” He shook his head, running his fingers along the hem of my dress. “I just want to be the only one to see you dressed like that. Given your history, I don’t know who might try and get you out of that dress.”
I caught myself before my mouth dropped open, but I was unable to stop the hurt look from crossing my face. I got up, pushing his hand away.
“So you’ll trust me to go get a test subject for your work, but not to keep my legs closed? Do you really think that little of my loyalty?” I felt like I’d been punched in the chest, but I held myself together.
“That’s not what I meant.” He insisted, taking off his glasses and standing up.
“I…” I blinked, trying to stop the hurt tears before they started. “I know what my history is, and I know that it looks like I don’t know how to commit. There isn’t anyone else who gets to have me each night the way you do.”
He sighed, a slightly sheepish look on his face. “I’m sorry. I…”
“I’ll be back later with someone for you.” I interrupted him, turning on my heels and leaving.
I knew that going to one of my regular haunts would be too much of a risk, so I headed to an actual nightclub. The kind where the music is too loud and people dance too close together.
It was easy to get past the bouncer, and I quickly made my way through the crowd to the bar. Prime place for picking up a guy. I sipped at my drink, looking around at all the people. Jon had told me he needed someone strong and hardy.
As I scanned the room, I spotted a man and a young woman. She stood up, saying something to him, then walking away. In one swift movement, he pulled something out of his pocket and poured it into her glass.
I quickly followed the young woman into the bathroom, gently touching her arm. She turned to face me, a confused look on her lightly tanned face.
“I just thought you should know, the guy you were with, he put something in your drink.”
Her eyes went wide. “What do I do?”
“I’ll handle it, you just use the crowd to get out.”
“Thank you.” She gave me a scared smile. “I don’t want to think about what would have happened if you hadn’t seen it.”
I shook my head, ushering her out into the crowd. Once I was sure she was out of the way, I headed over to the man.
“I know you came here with someone, but do you really want to go home with someone who is so obviously never going to put out for you?” I leaned on the table, giving him a great view of my cleavage. I was lying my way through this, and for some reason, it felt wrong to be doing this. Jon had gotten into my head a little, but I pushed on.
“And you will?”
I nodded. “I definitely will. But if you’re not interested, I can go find someone else.”
I was about to leave, but he stood up, stopping me.
“I’m very interested.”
I gave him a sly smile, hooking my finger through his belt loop and pulling him close. “I know a place we could go…”
He nodded, clearly enjoying the attention. “Lead the way, baby.”
I led him through the crowd, and out the door to the car. The easy part was over, now I just needed to find a time to drug him. The roads were fairly empty as I drove along, so I could afford to have a little scuffle if I needed to.
When he turned to look out the window, I quietly locked the doors and pulled the needle out of my bag, popping the cap off with my thumb. He didn’t notice anything, so I jabbed it into his shoulder, pressing down on the plunger.
He fought back, causing me to swerve across the road. I held tight, trying to keep out of the way of his punches, but as the drug took effect, he managed to land one on my jaw. I hit the brakes, getting ready to defend myself, but he was already out.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I rubbed my jaw, fairly certain a bruise was already forming under my make up. Then I collected myself, before heading the rest of the way home.
He paced back and forth around the lab, waiting for her to return. More than impatient, he was worried that she would get herself into trouble somehow. He wanted her to come back safely, and that mattered more than getting a test subject.
I wasn’t going to kill her yesterday. Scarecrow said, sounding very indignant.
“I’m well aware, but I wasn’t going to let you touch her like that without her consent.” He replied, leaning on the windowsill and looking out.
So, if she did want it, you would let me?
“I wouldn’t really have a choice, would I?” He sighed, shaking his head. “I would only stop you if you hurt her.”
Hmm… Maybe we should ask her then.
He ignored Scarecrow, watching as the car pulled up in front of the manor. Relief washed over him when he saw her get out. She was perfectly fine. Now he needed to focus on the task at hand.
I climbed out of the car, ignoring the pain in my jaw when I saw Jon. I thought he was coming out to greet me, but he walked straight to the other side of the car and pulled the man out. As he carried him off, I sighed.
“You’re welcome.” I mumbled to myself, taking my shoes off and carrying them inside with me.
I followed him down into the basement, watching in silence as he secured the man onto the medical chair. I was hurt that he didn’t even acknowledge me, after what I’d done for him.
“He’ll be out for a couple more hours, can’t we go do something more interesting until he wakes up?” I asked, hoping for some sort of reaction at all.
When he didn’t even look up, I decided it wasn’t worth it, and stormed back upstairs. I nearly crashed into Ed, but he jumped out of the way at the last second.
“Long day?” He asked.
I paused, taking a deep breath. “Long life. I’m fine, before you ask. And I definitely do not want to discuss it.”
He nodded, letting me pass. I walked into my room, throwing my shoes into the closet. After all this, I was still second to Jon’s work, and that was upsetting.
Getting out of my dress, I threw on some shorts and a shirt, then walked into the bathroom to take off my makeup. I hadn’t even started when I saw him walk in out of the corner of my eye.
“You don’t need to be here if you’re working.” I said, turning to look at him. “I’ll stay out of your way, since it seems like I’ve served my purpose now. Or are you finished ignoring me?”
He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, and I couldn’t deny he looked so good, standing there in his tight black jeans and white button-down shirt. I wanted to grab him and kiss him, but I was still annoyed with him.
“I want you in the way.” He said quietly, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “I want you to be a part of what I do.”
“You… do?” I leaned against the sink in surprise. “Do you really mean that?”
He nodded. “The reason I came for you at that party… I could tell you were looking for something more exciting, and I wanted to be the one to give it to you.”
I bit my lip, listening to his voice washing over me. He understood me way too well, and it scared me but I loved it.
“You were shrinking, hiding, under the shadow of your father and the legacy of your brothers, and I could see it crushing you.”
He was right, and I couldn’t argue it. Everything I’d done felt like it was defined by a reputation that wasn’t mine. It was a reputation that followed me everywhere, and I had no control over it.
“I’m sorry for before.” He walked over to me, resting his hand on my waist and pulling me close against him. He traced my lips with his thumb, pressing just firmly enough, and smudging the tight line of my lipstick. “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I was having trouble focusing, and Scarecrow…”
I shook my head, just slightly. I liked the way it felt to have his thumb pressed against my bottom lip, pulling it down and basically making me pout.
“Don’t…” I whispered, hesitating as he dipped his head to kiss my neck. “Your work is important to you…”
“So are you.” He whispered, nuzzling my skin. “And I can’t ignore you if I want you with me.”
“I wouldn’t have let you ignore me much longer anyway.” I relaxed under his touch, letting him move me, holding me exactly where he wanted me.
He chuckled quietly, pulling away so he could look at me. “I know you wouldn’t have.”
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