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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 walked into Ed’s workshop, looking around at all the technology and computer parts he had lying around. Most of it was well beyond me, but I recognised some RC components. As for Ed, he was seated behind the desk again, bent over his work. He looked up as I came in, then returned to what he was doing.
“What’s that you’re working on?” I asked, leaning against the edge of the desk.
“I can’t tell you that.” He reached across my lap, picking up a screwdriver. “And you wouldn’t understand it anyway.”
I rolled my eyes. “Really? Because it looks like you’re modifying a remote controlled vehicle by adding a computer controlled interface. I’m guessing it’s either a way to get Crane’s drug into places, or for a bomb.”
He gave me a surprised look. I pushed off from the desk, walking past him and drifting my fingers across his back.
“I guess you also think that all I do is fight and fuck, then.” I leaned on the windowsill, looking out at the forest behind the manor. “But I’m daughter of Gotham’s biggest mob boss, and I’ve picked up a lot.” I heard his chair creak, and turned to find him watching me. “So don’t treat me like I’m not smart enough to be here.”
He sighed. “What is it that you want, Lili?”
“Nothing.” I shrugged, walking over and sitting on the desk in front of him. I rested my foot on his chair, between his knees. “You were so much more fun back in Arkham. You’re so serious now.”
“In Arkham, you were the only one who could hold a conversation.” He took hold of my calf, pulling my foot off the chair. “It was talk to you, or sit in silence with my thoughts.”
“And the sex? Was that out of boredom too?” I asked, a sly grin on my face.
“That… was a distraction I don’t need now that I’m working on something.” He pushed me aside, so that he could return to work.
I pouted, getting up and walking to the door. “Fine then. I’ll go exploring.”
“Stay out of Jon’s lab. But other than that, you’re welcome to go anywhere.” He waved me off. “Try not to break anything.”
Ignoring the jabs at my intelligence, I set off down the hall. I was waiting for Crane to get back, because he had the car, and I couldn’t exactly call someone to come pick me up from there. We hadn’t exactly discussed whether I would have to stay here, so I assumed I was free to leave and come back.
I opened a door, finding a surprisingly untidy study. It was a far cry from Crane’s neat and proper exterior. There were notes and textbooks scattered all over the desk, and piles and piles of books on the rest of the furniture. It was an absolute mess, and it almost made me laugh, I was that surprised.
As I turned to leave, trying not to touch anything, a small red book caught my eye. I picked it up, carefully opening it to the first page. It was a book of poetry, and it looked old. I wanted to flip through it, but then I heard footsteps. I put it down where I found it, then crept out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I didn’t know if it was Ed or Crane, but I wasn’t sticking around to find out. So I headed back to bedroom, pretending to mind my own business.
He curiously looked around her home. He could see her personality in this place, who she really was. From the photos on the walls to the cushions on the couches, she’d made this place a part of her.
He wanted to pry, to find anything he could use, but he ignored that urge. Walking into her bedroom, he packed her clothes up to take back with him. He needed to make sure she didn’t have a reason to come back.
Still, before he left, he stopped to look at some of the photos she had around. Most of them seemed to be of her and her brothers, and he could tell that the loss still weighed heavily on her, even after seventeen years. There were ghosts in this home, and he wondered whether she knew how much her past haunted her.
I was standing in the middle of the bedroom, stretching, when I heard the door open behind me. Turning, a little annoyed that I’d been interrupted, I found Crane walking in carrying a very familiar piece of luggage.
“What the fuck? Were you in my home?” I asked, watching him in shock.
“Obviously.” He sighed, dropping the luggage on the bed. “I can’t have you wandering in and out of here. Someone could see and call the police.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “So, what… you’re gonna keep me here like a prisoner?”
“You agreed to this.” He spoke calmly, his expression not changing from its usual smugness.
I, on the other hand, was getting angry, very quickly. “No. Don’t try that. I agreed to come with you, not to be trapped here. You lied to me!”
He shrugged, stepping between me and the door. “Would you have come if I hadn’t?”
“Fuck you.” I tried to push past him, but he slammed his hand against the door frame, stopping me.
I took a deep, shaky breath, trying not to panic. I was in way over my head now, but there was no turning back. Knowing that a wrong move could easily get me killed, I would have to be cautious and smart about this. But that one, aggressive, move by him had thrown me off balance, and I knew he could see it on my face. I tried to back away from him, but he had me trapped against the door frame.
“What do you want from me? I’m not scared of you.” I tried to sound angry, not afraid, but I knew I wasn’t being very convincing.
I was getting way too close to a panic attack, and I needed to get control of myself. With my panic attacks always came a flashback, and I couldn’t handle that while I was in this situation.
“Then what is it that has you so terrified?” He took hold of my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re shaking and you can barely move. Tell me what scares you so much.”
I glared at him, managing to grab control of myself at the last second. There was no way I would give him the satisfaction of seeing me in a panic like that, not when I might say something he could use against me later. There was something to be said for spite as a distraction, but I was just thankful I’d pulled myself back from the edge.
“You will never find out what I’m afraid of.” I wrapped my hand around his wrist, but he was too strong, and I couldn’t pull his hand off my face. “Let go of me.”
I felt my body go stiff as he leaned in so close his nose almost brushed mine. Every nerve in my body screamed for me to fight back, but my rational side knew that it was a stupid idea.
“Trust me, I will find it out.” He suddenly shoved me inside the room, closing and locking the door.
I hit the ground hard, bursting into tears. I’d really fucked up this time, and if I ever got home, I didn’t know if Papa would forgive me for being so stupid. Checking my pockets, I realised Crane must have stolen my phone when he had me up against the door.
Taking a few moments to calm down, I sat up and wiped my eyes. I just needed to think, and I knew I could find a way out of this. There was one more idea that I had, and I hoped that Crane didn’t know me well enough to work it out.
I unzipped the luggage, tipping all the clothes onto the floor. Running my hand along the inside seam, I found a small hole. I hooked my finger inside it and pulled. There was a tearing sound as I ripped the fabric away.
“There you are.” I pulled the rest of the fabric aside, revealing the knife parts that I’d placed in there a long time ago.
I put it back together, using the thin zipper pull tab to tighten the screws. Folding it closed, I slid it into my pocket and then shoved all the clothes back into the suitcase.
The lock looked pretty old, and would have been easy to break, but before I could even try, it suddenly clicked again. The door opened, and Ed stepped inside.
“You could have warned me he was planning on keeping me here like this.” I pulled out an outfit, stripping down to my underwear to change.
“He didn’t tell me that’s what he was planning.” He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.
I did up the buttons on my shirt, a small smile spreading across my face. “So, he’s keeping secrets from you. How many are you keeping from him? Does he know about us?”
“He knows what he needs to know. But yes, he does know.” He turned to leave, pausing for a second. “You’re welcome to leave your room, now that you’ve calmed down, but try not to make things worse.”
I shrugged, pushing past him. “I wouldn’t want to make things any harder for you.”
“This… isn’t about me.” He gently took hold of my arm. “I know it doesn’t always seem like it, but I do actually like you. I don’t want you to end up on the wrong side of one of his experiments.”
“I appreciate the concern, but you know I can take care of myself.” I stood on my toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Then I headed off down the corridor.
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