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The Raven's Call	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 433 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Men were always quick to believe in the madness of women. Alison Goodman, Eona: The Last Dragoneye
My sleep was so disordered, thanks to late night guard checks, that it was easy for me to stay up until 2am. I had no idea what the time actually was, but I was trying to keep quiet, in case any guards came by.
“You’re waiting for something.” Crane said. “Care to tell me what?”
“Do you ever not talk?” I asked, sitting up.
He shrugged, leaning back against the wall. “You’re the only person here who talks back to me. You intrigue me.”
I got up, walking over to the bars. I was about to reply when the whirring of a helicopter hit my ears.
There was a loud bang, and I spun around, crouching to protect myself. The huge stone bricks of the wall at the back of my cell rattled and then fell out. I could see a ladder dangling from the helicopter, and then I saw him, holding onto it, and reaching out his hand to me.
“Looks like it’s time to go.” I threw a wave to Crane. “I’ll see you around.”
As all the alarms began to go off, I ran towards the edge and leapt. Catching a rung, I pulled myself up to Oz. He softly touched my face, then pointed up at the helicopter.
I nodded, then began to climb. When I made it to the top, Butch reached down and hauled me up. He handed me a headset, then waited a moment to help Oz in.
“Here, love.” Oz wrapped a blanket around my shoulders.
It was strange, hearing his voice again, but distorted through the headsets. My mind wouldn’t let me believe that I was actually free, and I was beginning to shake. I was so cold, and a strange sort of anxiety was washing over me. I looked up at him, just glad to see him finally.
“We’ll be home soon.” He held me close, trying to keep me warm.
I rested my head on his shoulder, looking out of the helicopter at the city. I wanted to sleep, but everything was so bright, and my whole body hurt.
It felt like hours before we landed on top of a building, in the middle of the brightest part of Gotham. I hesitated when everyone got out, and Oz turned back to me.
“Look at me.” He said, taking my hand.
“Are… Are we safe here?” I asked, climbing out.
He nodded, helping me over to the door down into the building. “Safer than we were before. I promise.”
We walked down the stairs, to an apartment. It was so open, and I just sat on the couch, the blanket still half wrapped around me. I could hear snippets of conversation between Oz and Butch, but I wasn’t really listening.
The anxiety was slowly being replaced with exhaustion. I lifted my feet up onto the couch, hugging my knees to my chest, as I waited for Oz to come over. I must have nodded off, because the next thing I knew, he was crouching in front of me.
“Do you want to get some rest?” He asked, helping me up.
I nodded, barely awake as we walked into the bedroom.
“I had all of your things brought over. Your clothes are in the closet.”
I climbed onto the bed, too tired to even get changed.
He sat on the edge of the mattress, watching her sleep. There were bruises on her arms, courtesy of the guards, and he could see more on her stomach where her shirt had ridden up.
He wanted, more than anything, to hold her, kiss her, have her again. But she needed to rest, to recover from what had been done to her in that place. What he wanted could wait until she was feeling better.
The sun was high in the sky when I woke, and I was alone in the bed. As I sat up, the door opened, and Oz walked in.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, sitting down at my feet.
I shrugged, standing up. “A little sore, and in serious need of a shower. I want to wash that place off me.”
“I’ll be here when you come out.” He softly squeezed my hand.
I blushed, walking into the bathroom. I was in the shower for longer than I needed, just sitting under the water until I couldn’t feel the gunk of the asylum on my body anymore.
Finally, I felt clean again, and I got out, wrapping the towel around myself. I brushed my teeth, then my hair, until I was looking like myself. Walking out to the closet, I pulled on a pair of shorts and a singlet.
I heard the door to the balcony and turned, finding Oz standing out in the fresh air. Stepping outside, I stood beside him and touched his arm. He turned and pulled me in for a hug.
“Thank you for getting me out of there.” I whispered, resting my hands on his chest.
He took hold of my chin, tilting my head up. “I will always come for you, Bee. I promise.”
Standing on my toes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He pulled me even closer, kissing me even deeper, until I couldn’t think.
I could have stayed there forever, but then we were interrupted by the flutter of wings. I pulled away, turning to find my raven friend sitting on the railing.
“He’s been coming and going since this morning.” Oz said. “I think he wanted to know that you’re alright. Do you want coffee?”
“Oh, yes please.” I squeezed his hand, then walked over to the raven.
Reaching out and touching its feathers, I was surprised when it ran its beak along my finger. I held out my hand, palm up, and it dropped a small stone onto my skin.
“Thank you.” I whispered, watching it fly away.
I wandered back inside, placing the stone down on the bedside table. I found Oz in the kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil. He lifted me up onto the bench, his hands on my waist.
“Is there something on your mind?” He asked, concerned at my silence.
“The police are probably looking for us, right? Are we stuck in this apartment until the heat dies down?”
He shook his head. “No, we can leave whenever. The police have their hands full trying to catch the far more dangerous inmates I let out.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I want to keep you safe,” He placed his hand under my chin, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. “But I won’t keep you caged here.”
I gave him a small smile, my fears disappearing under his touch. I was feeling a lot better, but there was just this niggling worry that hadn’t subsided yet, and I guessed it would probably be a while before I fully felt safe.
He handed her the mug, still concerned. She’d retreated back into her shell again, and he was certain it was because of the asylum. He was glad he’d never been there, but everything he’d heard about it was horrific. He could only imagine what had been done to her.
She looked up from her coffee to smile at him. He loved her smile, the way her bright eyes always lit up when she saw him. She knew she was beautiful, but he would never stop telling her.
I sat on the couch, tapping my foot on the floor. Oz was out, doing something with Butch and Slade, so I was waiting. And spending the time worrying he wouldn’t come back. I didn’t have a phone yet, so no way to contact him.
Instead of just sitting there thinking about what might happen, I decided to be at least a little bit productive. I opened the doors out to the balcony to get some fresh air, then put on some music. Searching around the apartment, I found my yoga mat and rolled it out on the floor.
I took a deep breath, standing at the end of the mat. I’d done my best to stay in over the month in Blackgate and the few weeks in Arkham, but I never had a lot of space, so I’d definitely lost some of my flexibility.
Lying down on my back, I closed my eyes to draw my focus inward. I put my hands by my ears and lifted up into the upward bow. Breathing in, and out, I pressed my foot against the wall then pushed off, lifting my other leg up into a handstand. I stayed there for a few moments, just focusing on the weight on my hands.
As I slowly tipped over into downward-facing dog, I heard the front door open. I didn’t move, but I did watch as Oz walked in. I walked my feet to my hands, then stood up, turning to face him. He was carrying a bag of takeaway and some wine and he placed them down on the kitchen bench.
“You don’t have to stop on my account.” He grinned, pouring a glass of wine.
“Well, I thought that since we haven’t seen each other for nearly two months, we could spend some time together, but if you’re not interested…” I walked past him, heading towards the bedroom.
I didn’t get very far before he grabbed my arm, pressing me up against the wall.
“I’m definitely interested, love.” He breathed, tracing the edge of my jaw with his finger.
I caught his hand in mine, pulling it down to my waist. Then he was kissing me, his hands slipping under my shirt, lifting it up over my head. I wanted him, needed him, and I took hold of his shirt, yanking him against me.
“I missed you.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss my neck.
“What else did you miss?” I asked, blushing.
“I missed being able to do this…” He slid his hands down to my thighs, hoisting me up.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders as he carried me to the bedroom. He gently placed me down on the bed, climbing over me.
“What else?” I asked again.
He leaned in close, gently nipping at my neck. I moaned as he hit every sensitive spot.
Looking up at me, he grinned, his strong face softening. “I missed that.”
And that was it, the two months of separation had made us desperate for each other. We ripped each others clothes off, tossing them aside.
He thrust inside me, digging his fingers into my leg as he hooked it around me. I clung to him, kissing his lips, his neck, everywhere I could as he thrust harder. His hand slipped down between us as he began to play with my clit, making me moan even louder.
There was no teasing this time, just needy sex. And, as we both tumbled over the edge into bliss, it was like the past two months never happened. It was just us, just our bodies, together on the bed.
He collapsed beside me, his skin slick with sweat, and his chest heaving. Rolling onto my back, I softly touched his cheek.
“I love you.” I whispered.
“I love you too.” He replied, sleepily.
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