My Heaven, My Hell
By: XCatwomanX
Disclaimer: I Don't own Birds of Prey, because them bastards took it from me when I made it! Just Kidding… ^.~
Summary: A mottle moment, I name my child. Because she will be my heaven, and my hell.
Author's Note: I wrote this for my English class. It's ok. But ShawnGF fixed it up! Thanks!
Feedback Please! I'll be your slave if you give me a concrete one!
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And so many things I'd forgotten
In a world that we shared
With so many things for the asking
Never asked for the madness there
Strange how I find myself
So often on a distant shore
~~ Sarah Brightman
No one can explain why we cry. Tears purpose is to
moisturize the eyes when they're dry. Yet, we also weep when our emotions get
the best of us. Flooded by our solitary existing angst; sneering liquid spews
forth from the scorching soul trying to push back plaguing memories. I cried.
Partly sorrowful, partly content.
You were in my arms. Never thought that carrying a fresh bundle of life, a
strange mottled moment in time, would alter my life. I gazed into her tightly
pressed eyes, watching as they widened with tension as the soft blue hues
peered from her fragile body. The radiance within her skittered upon my heart
manifesting a purpose. My arms began to quiver as she began to toss and turn,
cooing in a low drone tone. I held her close to my tired skin complacent;
dejected by the past that I'm willing to leave behind.
Gazing at her rose mouth, I notice her upper lip is full and shriveled into an
obvious ball on the center of its features. Very much like the father she will
never know. Bruce Wayne isn't dead, but he will be to her.
It's not as if I lack morals. I don't; but I also know my place in this world.
My soul mate's presence could over throw my child's life and mine. His life is
all about doing dangerous sweeps in order to protect the city that he loves. He
would have everything to lose if he knew about her. This bundle would be
overwhelming for his steadfast nature. And I have every bit to gain. I can't go
back to the darkness. I can't go back to my alias as Queen of the Criminal
Underworld.
The florescent lighting shone above as I laid with her in my arms on the white
hospital bed. I vowed my belligerent ways would end. Bewilderment will fill my
foes and comrades visage. Yet, the features on my ex-lovers face will embed
like crimson debris in my mind's eye. How is it that one of the most ominous
criminals can disengage from the battlefield? Their comments will brusque but I
won't let one derogatory yammer escape their traps. My words will be firm with
every musing statement I make. It will be difficult, but I'll be gone from that
dead and morose path. To give her the life I never had, this is my purpose.
Turning away from the cat burglar style, is my promise.
The door opened and two female doctors entered. They helped me through the
clenching labor applying as much liniment as I could take to free my baby girl.
The women stood before me with a bit of tension.
"Selina Kyle. It's time to name your child," the older lady implied
with an imperious voice.
I've always tried to find pure love, but who knew it would be one foot tall.
She will be my everything. She will be my Heaven, my Hell.
"I shall call her, Helena Kyle."