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Body & Soul	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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I sigh; rolling over. Since Nygma's sitting up now this has the unfortunate, at least for me it is, consequence of settling my head on his thigh. I'm facing toward his groin, though thankfully my arms are between him and my nose. If this doesn’t distract him, I'll have to try something worse… I'll do it if necessary, but I really, really don’t want to.
"Bruce?" His voice is low, softer already. Unlike something else, which isn't, as I have just discovered. The back of my arm is resting right on it now.
Damn, is the man never sated?
"Gorgeous?"
As I suspected, my wrists are still chained, he wouldn’t risk me waking and sneaking off while he slept.
Okay, so adapt the plan, Bruce… What about… Oh, yes, he would like that… It would appeal to his twisted little mind, plus it shouldn’t automatically end up with my getting shafted.
Not that there are ever any guarantees of that these days…
I shift in place again, flexing as if still asleep. I've had one particular nightmare so many times in my life that I could fake it as an Olympic sport. Ignoring the fact that there could potentially be lots of other people watching, I let out a small whimper, eyes shut.
His pulse picks up. I feel it under my ear. "Bruce?"
Not too much, or too fast. I shudder, clenching and unclenching my hands.
Sell it to him… I emit another low whimper, almost a sob. Hopefully I'm not playing to a big audience?
His fingers brush my hair. "Bruce? Wake up." He rocks me tentatively, one palm on my shoulder.
Slow and easy… hook him.
I don’t want him seeing my face: even I can't fake REM movements that well. Another low moan and I'm curling up a little, and pressing my cheek against his thigh, conveniently averting my face.
Play him…
"Oh, sweetie," He says, with growing interest. I feel us both shake as he dismisses the lad with a forceful gesture. A hand strokes over my shoulder. "Wake up, you're dreaming, Bruce…"
He's falling for it!
Now for the clincher…
I don’t cry easily, not when I'm awake, but there is one thing; one memory, guaranteed to have my tear ducts instantly working on overload.
My parents… THAT night… Moisture seeps out from under my closed eyelids, adding verisimilitude to the performance.
"…no…" I mutter under my breath, twisting as if trying to evade something. Him actually, but he isn't to know that.
Time for the coup de gras… Panting, until my heart rate accelerates convincingly, I bolt upright and freeze, staring wildly around. Which gives me the opportunity to scope out the surrounding room. No guards, no servants, no one. No one but Nygma and me.
Thank god…
The outcome of my little melodrama is satisfyingly effective.
"It's alright!" Nygma wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him, and holding me.
Sucker.
Acting sleep-befuddled, I let him. Warm fingers stroke away the tears. This might even be pleasant, if it wasn’t him doing it… I let some of the rigidity slowly seep out of my spine.
"Easy," He soothes, "easy, baby, that was some nightmare…" He combs his fingers through my hair, turning me until he can look at my face. "What was it?"
"Murder…" My throat tightens as a flashback overwhelms me. I'm not faking now. This is why I don’t think about that night, why I wall it off as far back in my thoughts as I can, because once it gets loose in my head it won't let me go easily.
"My… parents," I manage to say, as emotion tears through me. The tears come back, in floods. He sees of course, but what the hell does it matter?
"Oh, baby…" Drawing me back against his chest, he holds me. "Shush, it's all over now… Just be still,"
I wait, wondering what he's going to do. With the Oscar winning performance I just gave, only a real bastard would try and force themselves on me now; meaning Nygma just might…
"You're exhausted. Lay back down on the bed, and I'll sit with you until you're asleep again," He says, in a kinder voice than usual, when I hesitate.
Well, what do you know? He's not such a hard-arse as he would like to think. In fact, considering some of the things he's done to me since I was given to him, he's being remarkably gentle now. That revelation comes as something of a shock. I sit there, genuinely stunned.
This time he doesn’t get angry when I don’t instantly move, instead he wraps his hand around mine and slides me back down onto the bedding. "Sleepyhead…" It almost sounds as if he's smiling… I keep my face averted, my eyes down.
I let him settle me down on the bed, appreciating the smoothness of the covers. Like me he prefers silk bedding. Disdaining pillows, I lay my head flat on the base sheet; enjoying the sensation of the sheer fabric against my face.
The duvet, his duvet, settles around me like a soft cloud. I glance up, half expecting him to change his mind and…
Mustn’t think about it, not about that.
"So beautiful," He murmurs, lounging beside me and stroking my hair as if he were petting a dog. "Silk becomes you so wonderfully well…"
Laying there, wrapped in warmth, it isn't hard to let my mind drift. It's been so long since I felt at all safe. Have I ever felt safe? It's a thought that preoccupies my mind, even as my eyelids grow heavy. The weight of his hand on my shoulder is oddly comforting. I start awake again.
Comforting? I can't believe I just thought that!
"Sssh," He runs his hand down along my arm in long fluid strokes, "Sssh, baby, sleep, I'm here…"
Yes, I know you are… you're the reason I'm in chains…
Suddenly weary, I close my eyes again. Reality sucks, but I can't change that. There's nothing to be gained by running myself into the ground, I'll need every advantage I can get if I'm going to beat him and win my freedom back; however, this evening's little scenario has given me new hope. It was a victory, even if I'm the only one who knows that.
With all the resources at his disposal, Nygma can keep taking what he wants indefinitely, I've got no leverage at all, so there's absolutely no advantage to continuing to openly oppose him. In fact it only gives him an excuse to brutally force his will on me. What I've been doing has been tantamount to self-harm, I thought I was being clever but instead I've been inadvertently helping him to get exactly what he wants! Well, not any more…
If I'm to have any hope of ever getting myself out of this mess, I have to play this just right… I still have a brain, I should be using it to work out how to use this bastard - instead of having him use me.
Nygma may have the upper hand now, but he won't be able to keep it forever. He wants this body, and while that implant's in my head I can't stop him having it, where and when and how he wants.
So instead of futile protests, make his lust work for you...
Resolved to use whatever tool seems most likely to get the job done, I give myself up to the exhaustion that's been building in me, and let the darkness take me.
"What I fancy," Nygma says airily, thankfully not noticing my quickly suppressed flinch. "Is a ride out somewhere." The end of the sentence reassures me that he isn't planning on jumping me in the next few minutes. I'm still quite sore enough for caution, without adding anything extra. His hand glides through my hair. "A breath of fresh air would do you good, baby."
For some ridiculous reason, ever since the 'nightmare' he's decided to call me 'Baby'. I say ridiculous - because I have to be twice his mass, and several years older, but he's got it into his twisted little head and seems determined.
Oh well, it could be a lot worse, I suppose.
"Now," He tugs lightly on the chain around my neck. "Kneel."
Since he could activate the Thanagarians little 'added extra' with just a thought, there's little point in disobeying. Another session would only leave me weaker, and even more at his mercy.
I sink carefully to the carpeted floor, avoiding the sore places as much as possible. There's a rattle as he temporarily connects the chain to the ring set into the floor at the end of his massive bed, leashing me like a dog until he comes back for me.
While he wanders off to dress, I take the chance to stretch. Of course he has to choose that moment to saunter back in.
"Beautiful!" He offers admiringly, stopping beside me for a moment and running an appreciative hand down along my back. "It's almost a shame to cover you up, but I don’t care to let everyone else have an eyeful."
Having gotten quite accustomed to my nakedness, I'm almost surprised to receive a lapful of clothes. The brush of fabric on my skin feels practically foreign.
"Get into those," He orders, undoing the wrist and ankle restraints but leaving the collar. "It's cold outside and I don’t want you getting a chill. I've petitioned Ivy for a short walk through her Park, then we'll visit her for tea, since she and I haven't chatted for a while. I warn you though, don’t give her any ideas…"
He and Ivy were friends? There's a surprise… Ideas? What ideas?
"I was told that she wanted you too, but I got there first," Nygma smirks. Apparently he expects that little snippet of information to impress me.
Oh great! Poison Ivy wanted me, but Riddler got me… Aren't I the lucky boy? I'm still trying to decide which one of them would be worse as I start to struggle into the clothes.
"Mmm!" Nygma curves a palm up and around my backside, stroking along the expensive wool pants with an appreciative purr. "You look good in that."
"Not leather?" I ask. I'd figured him for the full 'tight black leather/studs/dom/sub' type.
"So passé." He flings the comment indifferently. "And I'm sure that you're aware that leather is not particularly insulating? I already made it quite plain that I don’t intend to risk your health. Hhmm? Leather, eh? That's a novel notion? Perhaps I'll commission something special for you to wear when we're in private?"
Damn, I've given him ideas… For a smart guy, Bruce, there are times when you can be really, really stupid.
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