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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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“Can I use that drug you were testing?” I asked, sitting on the edge of Jon’s desk.
“Not unless you want to kill him.” He replied, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. “I can give you an earlier version, but there’s something we need to discuss first.”
I nodded, a little concerned, but mostly distracted by the way his body moved as he leaned past me to grab his glass of bourbon off the desk.
“Go ahead.” I rested my hands on the wood.
He took a sip of his drink, pushing my knees apart so that he could roll his chair closer. “Your father got in contact with me while you were asleep. He knows you’re here.”
“Do I need to be concerned?” My grip on the edge of the desk tightened.
“No.” He shook his head. “He wants to make a deal with me, and he wants to see you. That’s all. He invited us to a party he’s hosting tomorrow night.”
I bit my lip, still concerned. There was no point hiding it, I knew he would still manage to see it on my face.
“What are you worried about?”
I took the glass from his hand, drinking the rest of the alcohol inside. “You know Papa is… overprotective. It’s a lot worse when it comes to dating. I don’t think he’d approve if he found out about us.”
He pulled me into his lap, kissing me softly. “He doesn’t know. But even if he did, would it matter that much if he didn’t approve?”
“I… It…” I took a second. “It matters a little.”
“Then I’ll find a way to get his approval.”
I gave him a curious look. “You’re not going to tell me how my past daddy issues have led me to seek my father’s approval in every aspect of my life?”
He chuckled. “Do you want me to? I’m sure I can think of something.”
“Please don’t.” I took hold of his hand, pressing a kiss to it. “If we could avoid him finding out Scarecrow, that would also be good.”
“I don’t plan to advertise it.” He looked a little insulted.
“I didn’t think you would.” I fixed his glasses with my free hand, pushing them up his nose. “But when you get angry, anyone watching can see the change in your eyes.”
As I watched, the darkness swept across his face again, but he took control, and it faded away.
“Just like that.” I whispered, kissing him. “I’m not asking you to change who you are, but if you, both of you, could keep it together for one night, things will go a lot better for all of us.”
He studied my face for a second, but I couldn’t tell what he was looking for. Then he nodded. “He’ll behave.”
“Now, can I please have the drug so that I can go deal with Roman?” I pressed a kiss to his forehead.
He pulled open the door to the mini-fridge next to his desk, picking up a vial and handing it to me. “Be careful.”
“I will.” I kissed him deeply, then got up. “I’ll be back later.”
He watched as she walked out of the room, wondering how she would handle Roman now. She was so much stronger than when he’d first met her, but he didn’t like the idea of her being in there with him.
You really do love her. I’m honestly surprised. I didn’t think you were capable of it.
“I know you like to think that I am completely emotionless, but I am quite capable of not only feeling, but also verbalising my emotions.” He turned on the computer, bringing up the camera feed from the basement.
Can I make a request?
“Depends what it is.”
I just want a dance with her at the party. I’ll behave, I just want to know what it feels like.
He sighed, watching as she walked into view. “If she’s alright with it, then yes, you’re welcome to. You’re probably a better dancer than I am anyway.”
“How long are you planning on keeping me here?” Roman asked.
“Not much longer now.” I opened a drawer, pulling out a needle. I filled it from the vial, making sure there were no air bubbles, then walked over to him.
His eyes widened when he saw it. “What the fuck is that? Get it away from me, you bitch!”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” I stabbed it into his shoulder. “Not until you understand what it felt like.”
“I should have killed you when I had the chance.” He growled, fighting against the restraints.
I laughed, walking over to the light switch and blowing a kiss to the camera in the corner. “It was a very poor decision to let that fourteen year old girl live. But you made your choice, and now I’m making mine.”
I flicked off the light, then pressed the button beside it that caused the restraints to open. My eyes quickly adjusted to the small amount of light in the room, and before he could come for me, I climbed to the top of a shelf. I watched his almost shadowy figure as he tried to orient himself.
“Do you know what it feels like,” I began, wrapping my arm around my knees. “To be beaten until you can hardly move? The fear when you think your bones are going break and you’re going to die?”
I heard a bang as he crashed into something.
“What the fuck did you put in me?” He shouted.
“Something that will make you feel what I did. Should kick in any second.”
He turned towards my voice, but then suddenly fell to his knees. “No… no…”
“What’s wrong, Roman?” I asked, slyly. “Is something scaring you?”
“I didn’t do this!” He tried to get up, but it was like someone was holding him down. “It wasn’t me!”
I changed my mind about how I was going to do this, so I slid off the shelf, landing softly on the ground. Walking over, I crouched down in front of him.
“You really are quite pathetic right now.” I commented, taking hold of his face. “It’s hard to imagine that you’re in charge of a large criminal empire.”
“Please, make it stop.” He begged.
All my fear was gone, replaced by a deep feeling of contempt for him. I couldn’t believe I was ever afraid of him at all.
“I’ve never really hated anyone, except you.” I watched as he desperately tried to crawl away. “It’s never really been who I am. But you… I’ve been nursing this grudge against you for a decade and a half, and it’s just been constantly building up.” I climbed up onto the bed. “That’s why I’ve been killing other people. You’re very hard to gain access to, and I was so afraid of you before, I had to kill men who reminded me of what you did to me.”
He watched her, momentarily wishing he’d put sound in when he’d installed the camera. All he had was a silent, green-tinged, night vision view of what she was doing.
Do you think she’ll kill him?
He didn’t have an answer for Scarecrow, because he wasn’t sure either. She was so angry that he’d almost felt it radiating off her. He had no idea if she would be able to stop herself. “I really don’t know.”
You could stop her. I know she’s killed before, but this time… it’s different. It’ll weigh on her for a long time.
“I’m aware.” He hesitated. “But she won’t forgive me if I stop her when she’s not finished.”
I wasn’t sure how long I’d been in the basement, just watching as Roman desperately tried to deal with whatever he was seeing. But finally he passed out, and I walked over, crouching down to him.
“I hope you remember this.” I whispered. “And know that I let you live.”
I stood up and delivered a hard kick into his chest, ignoring the pain it caused in my side. I hoped that maybe I broke a rib or two, but I didn’t care enough to check. I was done with him, and I wasn’t going to spend any more time thinking about what he’d done to me.
I walked up the stairs, breathing a sigh of relief as I reached the top. I felt... Almost empty. I didn’t know what to do without the anger that I’d been dealing with for so long. Leaning against the door, I took a second to just exist without having to think about anything. It didn’t last long, and I was quickly distracted by the sound of footsteps coming my way.
Jon stopped in front of me, gently taking hold of my face. I looked up at him, trying to gauge what he was feeling, but he was such a blank slate that I never could tell.
“Do you want to talk?” He asked, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Not really.” I shook my head. “I need some time to process it.”
“Do you want me to give you some space?”
“No.” I wiped away tears that had suddenly sprung up in my eyes. “I really don’t.”
He kissed me, sliding his hand down my body so that he could could pull me close. I didn’t care that I was exhausted, I just wanted to keep kissing him.
“I love you.” He whispered, kissing my cheek. “And I just want to know you’re alright.”
“I will be.” I played with the buttons on his shirt, taking a second to breathe. “I love you too. Can I sit with you while you work? I promise I won’t be a distraction.”
He took my hand, holding it to his chest. “You’re always a distraction, but a very welcome one.”
I blushed, feeling his heart beating through his shirt. “I… Now who’s being distracting? I need to get changed. I’ll be there in a minute.”
He kissed me one more time, then headed off down the corridor. I walked the other way, suddenly feeling the pain in my side again. I was going to have to peel off the bandage and check it, which I was not looking forward to.
Stripping off my clothes, I stood in front of the mirror and took a breath. Then I carefully pulled the bandage off, thankful when I saw that everything was fine. The pain must have come from the bruising.
With that small worry out of the way, I put some clean clothes on and headed to Jon’s office. He was doing something on his computer, and I settled down to read. I was so exhausted, but hyped at the same time, and I hoped that reading would help me calm down.
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