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The Penguin and the Raven	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 500 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I can't stand the way you move it
You drive me crazy with that walk
You get me so excited
I tremble and I shake
When you make the moves you make
Locked In, Judas Priest
“Are you sure you can’t sneak out for a couple of hours?” I asked, phone to my ear as I folded my clothes. “You promised we would go to dinner tonight.”
“I know, Bree. And I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” He sounded stressed. “The cops picked up one of our shipments and I need to deal with this. I promise I’ll take you out tomorrow.”
“That’s what you’ve been saying for the past few days.” I hung up, tossing my phone aside and flopping onto the bed.
I understood that he was important, and I knew that that would mean him having to cancel sometimes, but four days in a row? I was beginning to doubt myself. Maybe I’d done something wrong, maybe he’d found someone else. I didn’t know, and I wasn’t ready for the answer if I asked.
Before I sank into a hole of self-pity, I resolved to get out of the house and go to the bar. Even if I wasn’t feeling my best, I was going to look my best, and maybe he’d come past and see what he was missing. It was thoroughly petty, but I honestly didn’t care.
I pulled on a corseted bra top, a short red skirt and my cut-off leather jacket. Sliding on my shoes, I headed out to the lounge, where Molly was watching TV. She took one look at me, then leapt off the couch, running over.
“Why do you have a petty look on your face?” She asked, stopping me. “Did he blow you off again?”
I nodded. “I’m going to go get super drunk.”
“Give me ten minutes to change, and I’ll come with you. I don’t want you there alone.” She ran into her room, returning a few minutes later in an amazing bodycon dress and heels.
We walked down the street to the bar, arm in arm, laughing and talking about anything else. By the time we got inside, I was feeling a bit better, but I definitely still needed alcohol. I hadn’t realised, but it was ladies night, so it was packed with both men and women, and drinks were cheap.
Taking advantage of our positions as bartenders, we ducked behind the bar.
“Isn’t it your day off?” Jack, the bar manager, asked.
“Yes.” Molly replied, placing a row of shot glasses on the bar. “But Bee needs a pick-me-up.”
He shook his head with a smile, pouring vodka into them. I grabbed two, knocked them back, then dragged Mol onto the dancefloor with me. As the alcohol began to set in, I felt a lot of my upset and anger wash away, leaving me enjoying the night.
He pulled up the security camera footage, watching her drinking with her housemate. He was fairly certain she knew he would be watching, and so she was acting out to make him angry. Which she was. She was behaving like a petty teenager, getting drunk and dancing with other men.
Angry as he was, he knew it was partially his fault. He’d been so focused on his work over the past week that he’d barely spent any time with her. She was an impatient woman, and he was well aware that if he didn’t step up, she would find someone else to give her what she needed.
A song came to an end, and I headed back to the bar to get another drink. While I waited for Jack to pour it, I saw Butch walking my way.
“The boss wants to see you in his office.” He told me.
“Well,” I began, scornfully. “The boss can come get me himself. He’s a big boy, I’m sure he’s more than capable.”
Jack slid an espresso martini over to me, placing a strawberry on top, which is how I always asked for it.
“Do you really want that?” Butch asked, leaning on the bar.
“Damn right I do.” I waved him away.
Molly must have been right there, because she suddenly slid onto the stool beside me, a wide-eyed look on her face.
“Ooh girl, you are going to get yourself in so much trouble.” She took a sip of my drink, placing it back in front of me.
“Probably. I honestly don’t care right now.” I sighed, eating the end off the strawberry. “I won’t be told what to do, and I won’t be ignored.”
“He’s definitely not ignoring you. Considering he’s coming down the stairs right now.” She got up. “Good luck.”
As she walked away, I felt a hand on my elbow.
“My office. Now.” Oz hissed in my ear.
I pulled my arm out of his grip, but still followed him up the stairs to the office. I shut the door, leaning against it.
“What are you doing?” He asked, leaning against the desk. “You’re behaving like a drunk teenager at prom.”
“Are you jealous?” I clasp my hands behind my back. “It’s not like I’ve had anything to do for the past few nights. You keep cancelling, so I thought I would find some other people to hang out with.”
“I don’t have all the time in world, and I can’t spend all of it on you.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
I looked at him in disbelief, angry tears filling my eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m that desperate?”
“I…” He hesitated.
“I never, ever asked for all of your attention all the time.” I walked over to him. “And I understand that what you do means I sometimes will get cancelled on. But you’ve spent less than a total of thirty minutes talking to me over the past four days.”
He held my gaze, but didn’t reply. The grey of his eyes was still dark, but his face was softening.
“I just… I want to know that even if I’m not your top priority, I’m still important to you.” I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling like my heart was going to break.
“You are so important to me.” He reached for me, placing his hand on my bare waist. “But you were a surprise, and I’ve had to change my plans around because I want to spend time with you.”
“I just want a little of your time each day. Even if I don’t get to see you, I just want to hear your voice.”
“I think I can make that work.” He drew me close, between his legs.
I nodded. “I’m sorry for overreacting.”
He kissed me, holding me close and pulling at my jacket.
“We need to talk about this outfit.” He whispered, as he stood up. “I think you were trying to prove something with it.”
“I might have been.”
He picked me up, spinning me around and placing me down on the desk. “Were you trying to make me jealous?”
I nodded, inhaling sharply as he slid my skirt up my thighs.
“You were trying to get me riled up, weren’t you?” His fingers drifted along my underwear.
“Yes…” I moaned, clinging to him.
“You came here, wearing this tiny skirt and skimpy jacket, just to interrupt me while I was working.” He slid just one finger past my underwear and inside me.
“Yes.” I tangled a hand in his hair. “Please, Oz…”
Suddenly he took his hand away, shaking his head.
“You’re going to have to wait.” He pressed a kiss to my jaw.
“Are you punishing me?” I pouted.
“A little.” He slid his hotel key into the pocket of my jacket. “I’ll be done soon. Meet me there?”
“Only if you finish what you started.” I stood up, fixing my skirt.
“I plan to, love.” He swatted my ass as I walked by, making me yelp in pleasure.
He knew she was likely still a little angry at him, but she had calmed down. He was quickly learning what made her tick, and he probably could convince her to do anything he wanted. But he wasn’t interested in controlling her, just unleashing her.
I woke to the feeling of Oz running his fingers up and down my bare back. I opened my eyes, gazing over at him with a smile.
“Morning.” I whispered, reaching over and touching his cheek.
He didn’t reply for a moment, just slid over and kissed my shoulder. “Did you sleep well?”
I nodded, running my fingers through his hair. “As much as I would love to stay here all day, I need to get up. Molly is having a dinner party with her parents at our apartment, and she wants me to help cook.”
“Will I see you tonight?”
“Of course.” I kissed him.
I got up, pulling on my clothes. I didn’t really want to leave, but I had made a promise, and I was hardly going to break that. Oz was watching me the entire time, I could feel his eyes on me, but I liked it.
I climbed back onto the bed, sitting on his waist. “I have to go now, but I’ll call you when I’m on my way back.”
He took hold of my shirt, pulling me down to kiss him.
“Oz…” I breathed, as he ran his hand up my front. “I need to go.”
“Ten more minutes.”
I shook my head, kissing him deeply one more time. “I’ll see you later.”
Getting up, I pulled on my coat and headed out. I walked down the street a little, annoyed that it was still dark. Winter was honestly the worst, I hated how long it took for the sun to come up.
I suddenly felt someone grab me, dragging me towards a black van. I fought back, pulling at the arm around my shoulders.
“Get off me!” I reached up, scratching at the face behind me.
“Fucking hell.” He dropped me and I fell forward, hitting the ground hard.
Before I had a chance to pick myself up, someone grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the concrete. Blood filled my vision and I actually saw stars for a moment. I basically went limp, feeling someone picking me up and carrying me into the van.
All I could see was blurry redness, and a steady dizziness was hitting me hard. Voices were washing over me, and I managed to make out the figures of two different men in the back with me.
“Jesus, Tommy. You didn’t need to crack her head open.” I heard one voice say.
“She took a chunk out of my face, Gabe. She should be glad I didn’t do worse.”
I blinked the blood out of my eyes, trying to see who’d grabbed me. One of them grabbed my hands, tying them together. I wanted to fight back, but I didn’t seem to be able to move. I drifted in and out of consciousness, coming to whenever the van hit a bump in the road. By the time the van came to a proper halt, I could feel my arms and legs again, but they’d tied my legs too at some point, so I couldn’t move. I tried to sit up, but one of them slammed me into the side of the van, knocking me completely unconscious.
He was sitting in his office, sorting through a file, when suddenly the door burst open and Molly ran in. She looked panicked, slamming the door behind her.
“Have you seen Bree?” She asked, wrapping her arms around herself. “She never showed up this morning, and her phone is just going to voicemail.”
“She left my place early. What do you mean she never showed up?”
“She didn’t turn up, I can’t reach her and you haven’t seen her.” She leaned on the desk. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Go home, Molly.” He stood up. “I’ll find her.”
She turned to leave, hesitating at the door. “This is your fault. If she gets hurt because of you, there are a lot of people here who won’t be happy.”
He watched her leave, then the anger took over. He swept his hands across the desk, sending the computer monitor crashing to the floor in a pile of paper.
The door opened again, and he threw his glass towards it, nearly hitting Butch.
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