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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 sat on the edge of the bed, brushing my hair and thinking about the situation I now found myself in. There wasn’t a lot I could really do about it, unless I wanted to get myself killed. It was pretty clear that Crane was keeping me here for a reason, and even if I didn’t know what that was yet, I was wondering whether I could use it to my advantage in a way that wouldn’t put me in a fatal amount of danger. At the very least, I could get some entertainment out of his interest in me.
I left the bedroom, stretching my arms over my head as I walked. It was strangely quiet, except for my footsteps, so either both men were out, or they were so engrossed in their work they were just being particularly silent.
Pushing open the door to Ed’s workshop, I found him pacing back and forth. He was clearly thinking hard about something, and I hesitated, not wanting to disturb him.
“You can come in.” He turned, waving me over as he sat down at the desk. “I’m not really getting a lot of work done right now anyway.”
“I didn’t want to distract you.” I said quietly, walking over to him.
He shook his head, gently pulling me into his lap. “Honestly, I could do with some company right now.”
“Are you stuck?” I looked down at the electronics scattered all over the table. “Wow, it looks like a bomb went off.”
“I don’t have the part I need right now.” He sighed, wrapping his arm around my waist. “I’ll have to go out and get what I need tonight.”
I bit my lip, thinking for a moment. “Will you tell me what you’re trying to do? I really do want to learn.”
“How about a riddle instead?” He went silent, deep in thought. It felt like a long silence, but then he finally spoke again. “What kills kings, what makes mountains crumble, and makes all life come to an end?”
“Hmm…” I played with my hair, not entirely sure of the answer. I was competitive, and I didn’t want him to think he’d stumped me, so I just went for it. “Is it time?”
He nodded, an oddly pleased look on his face. When he didn’t speak again, I was a little surprised. This was usually where he would insult me and tell me that even a child could have gotten that.
“You’re… not going to insult me?” I asked curiously. “Is something wrong?”
“Just thinking. Why, do you want me to tell you how easy that one was?”
I shook my head. “Please don’t. I’d rather you tell me what you’re working on, but you really don’t seem to be in a very talkative mood. Do you want me to leave so you can think?”
“No, stay.” He ran his fingers up and down my spine. “I think I do need some distraction today.”
He walked along the hallway, in a surprisingly good mood for once. Things were moving at a pace he liked, and that meant he had a little free time he could use on her. He was hoping that he could delve deeper into her psyche, maybe eventually using his drug on her.
He knew there was nothing particularly unique about her trauma response. She was far from the first person to channel anger and powerlessness into violence and sex. So maybe his curiosity came from the fact that she was already violent before her traumatic experience. She wielded her father’s reputation as a weapon, and built her own under his guidance. His real question was whether she would have become this person if she hadn’t had the safety net of her father’s protection to fall back on.
As he rounded a corner, he heard laughing coming from Edward’s workshop. Looking in, he found her sitting on Edward’s lap. They were talking and he was guiding her in his work.
A sudden, strange sense of envy mixed with regret washed over him. He knew about the history between the two of them, but he wouldn’t have brought her in if he’d known she would spend all her time with Edward. He was going to have to find a way to distract her, so that he could have some time with her.
“Not quite, like this.” Ed guided my hands.
I put the soldering iron down in frustration. “I have no idea how you stay so patient doing this.”
He laughed a little. “You’re doing fine.”
“Am I interrupting something?”
I looked up, blushing when I saw Crane standing in the doorway. Ed suddenly let go of my hand, pushing me off his lap.
“Ed was just teaching me some of what he was working on.” I tucked my hands into the pockets of my shorts, walking over.
“I need to speak to Edward… privately.” He stepped out of the way, his usually calm face strangely tense.
I nodded, walking past him. I wasn’t planning on stopping for a chat anyway, but something about the look in his eyes told me I should get as far away from him as I could. So I made my way back to my room, feeling a little guilty about leaving Ed alone with him.
Stripping off my clothes, I stepped under the cool water of the shower. Things were weird now, and I couldn’t get a proper handle on the situation. I knew I was a prisoner, that I couldn’t leave the manor. That much was clear. But I had the freedom to go anywhere within the manor. I wasn’t chained up or locked in the room, and even if Crane was being cold and aloof, as usual, Ed was still being friendly to me.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the water rolling down my back. There was no doubt in my mind that asking Crane what he was planning would be a very bad idea. I didn’t know a lot about him, and I’d worked out he was pretty closed up, but what I did know was that he wasn’t the sort who liked being rushed into anything. If I pushed him, he would lash out at me.
After standing there for nearly ten minutes, I finally got out, even though I could have stayed in there for a lot longer. Drying myself off, I reached behind me to touch the scar on my lower back. It was older, and faded now, but the letters R and S were still clear against my lightly tanned skin. I was beginning to regret not getting it covered up, because I was certain Crane would have a field day with it if he found out what it meant and why it was there.
I got dressed and walked out into the bedroom, only to be suddenly grabbed by the arm and hauled round to face Crane.
“Ow, what the fuck?” I glared at him, trying to ignore the pain of his grip on me.
“Are you trying to prove something, or just being a general annoyance?” He asked, that annoyed, withering look on his face again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I replied innocently, not pulling my arm away yet.
He squeezed my arm harder, making me yelp in pain. “Yes, you do. That innocent act won’t work on me, so don’t try it.”
I yanked my arm out of his grip, stepping back away from him. “Are you scared I might like Ed more than you? Or will your plans be ruined if I fuck him more than I already have?”
He sighed, pulling off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose in an effort to stifle a headache. “You’re acting like a hormonal teenager. I didn’t expect such a regression in your behaviour.”
“I haven’t regressed, you’re just a controlling ass.” I snapped back. “You want to talk about psychological issues? You can’t handle it when someone challenges you, because then you’d be losing the small amount of control you have. You may be smarter than me, but you are just as fucked up as me.”
“That’s enough.”
I shook my head. “Why? Because you say so? You may have me trapped here, and I’m not stupid enough to try to run, but I’ll act however I damn well please.”
I watched as his jaw clenched, more than a little afraid of what he might do. But then he turned and left the room. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Lili, you have got to stop pushing this.” I whispered to myself, staring down at the floor. “You’ll never get out of here at this rate.”
I took a sec to calm myself back down, then headed to the kitchen to get something to drink. There wasn’t a lot around, because Ed kept hogging all the good alcohol, but I managed to find some half decent rum in the pantry.
I quickly downed one glass, then poured myself another one. I was beginning to regret all of my actions since I got out of Arkham.
“I don’t know if you can hear me, Mama, but I’m sorry. You’ve probably spent my whole life watching me and being really disappointed.” I leaned my arms on the bench, looking down at my glass. “I know I’ve made mistake after mistake, and this is the worst one in a long line of them. I don’t know, maybe if you could give me a sign that I’m making the right choice here?”
I heard footsteps approaching, and quickly wiped my eyes, not wanting either of the men to see me nearly in tears.
“Are you alright?”
Turning, I found Ed standing there. I nodded, sipping at my drink. “I’m fine.”
He looked at me for a moment, clearly seeing through my lie, but to his credit, he decided not to push it. “Come on, you look like you need something stronger than that.”
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