"Eternal Flame" by Marcie Gore and Lee Hughes "Nuke" PG for now
Teaser who is PEGASUS' AKA Christina's Dark Secret Admirer?
Have you ever wondered why Gotham? I mean of all the cities in the world why here? I'll tell you why, him and his accursed family. At first I thought he might be a part of my family but now I know the truth, his crusade, his sense of right and wrong, his version of justice, all these things keep us apart. I still keep an eye on him; I have to its part of the challenge.
It was part of my vigilance that alerted me to his latest addition, a winged avenger who although Bat-like shuns his symbol, his patronage. I watch her; she's neither a recognized part of his family nor is she ostracized, a delicious dichotomy. I need to assess her skills and abilities, I need to see how good she is, I need her.
I've watched her for weeks now, her grace, her agility her strength shine like a beacon calling me, true she has taken on no one of any true caliber but still I know what she is capable of. I am going to test her against a true opponent, someone worthy of her. I need to be careful I can't afford to prick the Bat's interest I need to plan carefully, ensure that it is only her who is involved so that I can learn all I can about her.
I have advantages over the others who deal with the Knight, I know his secret and have some access to his systems but I have systems of my own and its time to use them.
The hardest part of my plan is finding a suitable opponent, one who will test her but follow my instructions about not hurting her too badly, maybe defeat her but leave her alive and non-rescued. I check my contacts and short-list them, Catwoman, Scarecrow, No I have the perfect person, Her! True using her might lead a trail back to me but if I'm careful and I can get her to wear a costume then it might just work.
It takes weeks to prepare hacking into the CC TV systems in the area I want to use, baiting the Bat and his squires to leave the city. I arrange things in a random order over a long time scale to prevent my plans becoming suspect. If I am right then this prize is one that I cannot afford to lose through sloppy preparation. Each week that my planning consumes my desire for her increases, my need to know her abilities, her soul, her love.
My agent, dupe call her what you will is starting to get a little impatient, I have called this off twice due to rain and mist, not bad things in themselves but they would have impaired my viewing pleasure and I want, desire to see every single detail of what is to come.
Tonight is the night; the weather reports and my own findings agree a clear, crisp night, perfect. I inform my agents to unleash the drug war they have been cultivating, arming, and preparing. I feel no remorse for the deaths these gangs, these parasites, will suffer. It is a double blessing it removes some of the scum from the planet and they will serve as a suitable distraction for the Bat and his squires, leaving her alone.
By now I know her patrol pattern like I know the way to my chambers. I have my agent break into a jewelry store with an alarm loud enough to entice her into my web. Good she responds like a good little vigilante and gives chase. Welcome to my game, little one.
I watch her move; she doesn't walk she glides grace personified, an angel, and a mirage. I see the beauty in her moves, the dance in her combat, she rises from the roof top like a panther cautious stalking her prey her muscles playing beautiful synchronization as she circles her opponent, tense yet limber. I have never looked upon her face yet her beauty shines through her actions, her fight for goodness how she can scare a mugger into submission and then turn round and offer comfort to a child. I do not need to see her face to see her beauty. It shines from within.
Her grace and morality that shine through trigger a distant memory, a memory that I have repressed and not let myself think about in centuries, Her soul and the feeling I get from observing her cause an ache, I know who it is she reminds me of, my only love, my Wife, my dearest. I have chosen the docks as tonight's venue, as it was by the water that I first saw her, my one true love.
The dock is empty, I wish to see what she is capable of, how she moves when fighting, not how well she can pick up a weapon and bludgeon her opponent into submission. The moon and stars shine down like stage lights as my agent enters and awaits her opponent.
She walks into shot cautiously expecting a trap, waiting for the other shoe to fall not realizing that I am the other shoe. After the obligatory small talk and shows of bravado they begin to circle, each one hunting for a weakness each sizing the other up. At some unknown signal they explode into action, punches, kicks, blocks and parries fly as they begin this deadly dance. Gaining the upper hand my pugilist knocks her over with a leg sweep. Landing flat on her back she contorts her body and uses her arms to flip back to her feet. Letting her opponent attack she sidesteps and dodges around using arm blocks to fend off her more serious attacks. I can sense her drawing her opponent in trying to wear her down.
Then it happens parrying with a side step she hits her opponent with a ridge hand across the shoulders and applies a nerve lock to her adversary's neck dropping her to the floor. My drama is over and I have learned little, but this charade has been worth the effort. Before she can press her advantage my warrior hits the inside of both her knees a pair of nerve strikes guaranteed to drop anybody. She takes these strikes without a flinch her stance solid. Something strikes me as not right but I will ponder it later. The fight resumes. I resume my voyeurism, as I watch them their fight seems choreographed a pair of dancers working in tandem to put on a show. Things begin to click into pace, I may not be a master martial artist but I am better than most and her weakness starts to show. She is a top-heavy fighter, she uses her hands and arms at all possible times but rarely uses her legs. I will be more sure when I study the tapes of this evening but I think she has only thrown possibly one or two kicks in the whole fight.
Deciding that I have enough information I send a signal to my agent, as she receives it she dives into the water leaving her loot behind. I watch as the object of my attentions picks up the stolen trinkets and disappears from my view.
I study the tapes and interrogate my agent, my hunch was correct apart from sidesteps she does not use her legs. In fact she did not use her legs to attack once in the whole fight. For the level of competency that she has acquired she missed several chances for leg sweeps and kicks that could have ended the fight.
It is so obvious when you think about it really, a perfect disguise, better than acting like an idiot, better than wearing a pair of old glasses or a domino mask. In fact she has the ultimate disguise, after all who would think that a hero contained with such grace and poise at night would spend her days in a wheelchair.
I hunted the secret of the Knight's latest damsel but I think I found much more, possibly I have found the reason for my existence. I think I need to study her much more closely.
V
I have waited for her second coming for what seems like a millennium, I know her talents, what she is capable of better than anyone. Only I know how special she is, me her most ardent admirer, not this boy who has only just met her, I know her soul. We are twin spirits joined throughout eternity, I lost her once but never again this time when I reunite us we will stay together forever, our love seamless.
Romeo and Juliet,
Anthony and Cleopatra,
Cyrano and Roxanne,
All these famous couples, lovers, loves so intense that no matter what they came together, compared to ours they are embers in the wake of our inferno. We are a pair, made to be together, this will not be our first lifetime nor will it be our last for we are twin souls, born of one pure perfect love. This is not her first time in the spotlight but second a rebirth as such making a cover of the old hit "Two Hearts." Her album has produced two top ten hits with her cover staying at number one for two weeks. Could she be any more perfect for us?
I have watched her from afar for years hoping praying that she is the one, my love, and my heart. I know all her secrets just as she will know mine when she realizes I am the one for her the true possessor of her heart. She is a delicious duality, helper yet helpless, famous yet private, law enforcer yet lawbreaker, a warrior but also a nurturer. Ah Mon Cheri, you are the light in the storm of my mind, the true angel amongst us. People have feared us, feared what we have done, but they misunderstand I did this for you all for you. I just wanted your life, our life, to be perfect. No reason to put on costumes and embrace the darkness to just be ourselves and revel in the twilight.
Twilight is our time, do you remember? You will, that perfect intermingling of light and dark, Day and Night, Yin and Yang, male and female. Twilight, the time when first we met by the sea and the rose of our love first bloomed. Twilight, the time when I found you again after years of searching, sitting there wallowing in my melancholy when I heard your sweet voice calling to me. "Two hearts" yes my darling; yours and mine beating together till the end of time. I heard your call your plea for me to find you and at last I knew you had reemerged and where waiting for me. With my resources it didn't take long for me to find you. You and that Thief, your heart is mine, not his, Mine. Why didn't you wait for me? Had faith that I would come for you. My frantic searches find you in the arms of that gigolo!
What does she see in the whelp? A rich man's plaything who is only interested in her for her fame and beauty, he never knew her before, I have always known her always appreciated her and she will come to realize that one way or another, if that means I have to separate them to show how shallow his love is then so be it and if that doesn't work then I can always kill him. After all he isn't the important one she is the important one. Grayson, an impostor a rich fool who has conned his way into a fortune and inheritance that does not belong to him. What right has he to the city and its legacy? Why should he have all the luck? I will show her just how duplicitous he can be. Yes, Mr. Grayson, I will show my love just who is the two faced one.
Do you think the Bat and his allies could keep me away? I know all too well their strengths, their reputations. But Love will win out in the end, it must for I know that our love is true, right, and so will conquer any obstacle in its path. Like a prince in a fairy tale I will enter the evil city vanquish the dreaded demons and rescue the fair damsel in return for one sweet, chaste kiss. Not by force alone will I triumph, no I must be cunning for beauty such as yours must be guarded and treasured not squandered on any fool who dares to look upon your face. And so my sweet when we are reunited I must keep you in an ivory tower locked away from the jealousy of common men. I realize how hard it will be for you but you will realize that it is necessary for us to be together, to give our love the chance to bloom once again.
If music be the food of love, my Darling, then French must be its language, as I prepare for your rescue and arrival my sweet then I have only this to say.
"Jet' adore, Mon Cheri, Jet' adore!"
Have you ever wondered why Gotham? I mean of all the cities in the world why here? I'll tell you why, him and his accursed family. At first I thought he might be a part of my family but now I know the truth, his crusade, his sense of right and wrong, his version of justice, all these things keep us apart. I still keep an eye on him; I have to its part of the challenge.
It was part of my vigilance that alerted me to his latest addition, a winged avenger who although Bat-like shuns his symbol, his patronage. I watch her; she's neither a recognized part of his family nor is she ostracized, a delicious dichotomy. I need to assess her skills and abilities, I need to see how good she is, I need her.
I've watched her for weeks now, her grace, her agility her strength shine like a beacon calling me, true she has taken on no one of any true caliber but still I know what she is capable of. I am going to test her against a true opponent, someone worthy of her. I need to be careful I can't afford to prick the Bat's interest I need to plan carefully, ensure that it is only her who is involved so that I can learn all I can about her.
I have advantages over the others who deal with the Knight, I know his secret and have some access to his systems but I have systems of my own and its time to use them.
The hardest part of my plan is finding a suitable opponent, one who will test her but follow my instructions about not hurting her too badly, maybe defeat her but leave her alive and non-rescued. I check my contacts and short-list them, Catwoman, Scarecrow, No I have the perfect person, Her! True using her might lead a trail back to me but if I'm careful and I can get her to wear a costume then it might just work.
It takes weeks to prepare hacking into the CC TV systems in the area I want to use, baiting the Bat and his squires to leave the city. I arrange things in a random order over a long time scale to prevent my plans becoming suspect. If I am right then this prize is one that I cannot afford to lose through sloppy preparation. Each week that my planning consumes my desire for her increases, my need to know her abilities, her soul, her love.
My agent, dupe call her what you will is starting to get a little impatient, I have called this off twice due to rain and mist, not bad things in themselves but they would have impaired my viewing pleasure and I want, desire to see every single detail of what is to come.
Tonight is the night; the weather reports and my own findings agree a clear, crisp night, perfect. I inform my agents to unleash the drug war they have been cultivating, arming, and preparing. I feel no remorse for the deaths these gangs, these parasites, will suffer. It is a double blessing it removes some of the scum from the planet and they will serve as a suitable distraction for the Bat and his squires, leaving her alone.
By now I know her patrol pattern like I know the way to my chambers. I have my agent break into a jewelry store with an alarm loud enough to entice her into my web. Good she responds like a good little vigilante and gives chase. Welcome to my game, little one.
I watch her move; she doesn't walk she glides grace personified, an angel, and a mirage. I see the beauty in her moves, the dance in her combat, she rises from the roof top like a panther cautious stalking her prey her muscles playing beautiful synchronization as she circles her opponent, tense yet limber. I have never looked upon her face yet her beauty shines through her actions, her fight for goodness how she can scare a mugger into submission and then turn round and offer comfort to a child. I do not need to see her face to see her beauty. It shines from within.
Her grace and morality that shine through trigger a distant memory, a memory that I have repressed and not let myself think about in centuries, Her soul and the feeling I get from observing her cause an ache, I know who it is she reminds me of, my only love, my Wife, my dearest. I have chosen the docks as tonight's venue, as it was by the water that I first saw her, my one true love.
The dock is empty, I wish to see what she is capable of, how she moves when fighting, not how well she can pick up a weapon and bludgeon her opponent into submission. The moon and stars shine down like stage lights as my agent enters and awaits her opponent.
She walks into shot cautiously expecting a trap, waiting for the other shoe to fall not realizing that I am the other shoe. After the obligatory small talk and shows of bravado they begin to circle, each one hunting for a weakness each sizing the other up. At some unknown signal they explode into action, punches, kicks, blocks and parries fly as they begin this deadly dance. Gaining the upper hand my pugilist knocks her over with a leg sweep. Landing flat on her back she contorts her body and uses her arms to flip back to her feet. Letting her opponent attack she sidesteps and dodges around using arm blocks to fend off her more serious attacks. I can sense her drawing her opponent in trying to wear her down.
Then it happens parrying with a side step she hits her opponent with a ridge hand across the shoulders and applies a nerve lock to her adversary's neck dropping her to the floor. My drama is over and I have learned little, but this charade has been worth the effort. Before she can press her advantage my warrior hits the inside of both her knees a pair of nerve strikes guaranteed to drop anybody. She takes these strikes without a flinch her stance solid. Something strikes me as not right but I will ponder it later. The fight resumes. I resume my voyeurism, as I watch them their fight seems choreographed a pair of dancers working in tandem to put on a show. Things begin to click into pace, I may not be a master martial artist but I am better than most and her weakness starts to show. She is a top-heavy fighter, she uses her hands and arms at all possible times but rarely uses her legs. I will be more sure when I study the tapes of this evening but I think she has only thrown possibly one or two kicks in the whole fight.
Deciding that I have enough information I send a signal to my agent, as she receives it she dives into the water leaving her loot behind. I watch as the object of my attentions picks up the stolen trinkets and disappears from my view.
I study the tapes and interrogate my agent, my hunch was correct apart from sidesteps she does not use her legs. In fact she did not use her legs to attack once in the whole fight. For the level of competency that she has acquired she missed several chances for leg sweeps and kicks that could have ended the fight.
It is so obvious when you think about it really, a perfect disguise, better than acting like an idiot, better than wearing a pair of old glasses or a domino mask. In fact she has the ultimate disguise, after all who would think that a hero contained with such grace and poise at night would spend her days in a wheelchair.
I hunted the secret of the Knight's latest damsel but I think I found much more, possibly I have found the reason for my existence. I think I need to study her much more closely.
V
I have waited for her second coming for what seems like a millennium, I know her talents, what she is capable of better than anyone. Only I know how special she is, me her most ardent admirer, not this boy who has only just met her, I know her soul. We are twin spirits joined throughout eternity, I lost her once but never again this time when I reunite us we will stay together forever, our love seamless.
Romeo and Juliet,
Anthony and Cleopatra,
Cyrano and Roxanne,
All these famous couples, lovers, loves so intense that no matter what they came together, compared to ours they are embers in the wake of our inferno. We are a pair, made to be together, this will not be our first lifetime nor will it be our last for we are twin souls, born of one pure perfect love. This is not her first time in the spotlight but second a rebirth as such making a cover of the old hit "Two Hearts." Her album has produced two top ten hits with her cover staying at number one for two weeks. Could she be any more perfect for us?
I have watched her from afar for years hoping praying that she is the one, my love, and my heart. I know all her secrets just as she will know mine when she realizes I am the one for her the true possessor of her heart. She is a delicious duality, helper yet helpless, famous yet private, law enforcer yet lawbreaker, a warrior but also a nurturer. Ah Mon Cheri, you are the light in the storm of my mind, the true angel amongst us. People have feared us, feared what we have done, but they misunderstand I did this for you all for you. I just wanted your life, our life, to be perfect. No reason to put on costumes and embrace the darkness to just be ourselves and revel in the twilight.
Twilight is our time, do you remember? You will, that perfect intermingling of light and dark, Day and Night, Yin and Yang, male and female. Twilight, the time when first we met by the sea and the rose of our love first bloomed. Twilight, the time when I found you again after years of searching, sitting there wallowing in my melancholy when I heard your sweet voice calling to me. "Two hearts" yes my darling; yours and mine beating together till the end of time. I heard your call your plea for me to find you and at last I knew you had reemerged and where waiting for me. With my resources it didn't take long for me to find you. You and that Thief, your heart is mine, not his, Mine. Why didn't you wait for me? Had faith that I would come for you. My frantic searches find you in the arms of that gigolo!
What does she see in the whelp? A rich man's plaything who is only interested in her for her fame and beauty, he never knew her before, I have always known her always appreciated her and she will come to realize that one way or another, if that means I have to separate them to show how shallow his love is then so be it and if that doesn't work then I can always kill him. After all he isn't the important one she is the important one. Grayson, an impostor a rich fool who has conned his way into a fortune and inheritance that does not belong to him. What right has he to the city and its legacy? Why should he have all the luck? I will show her just how duplicitous he can be. Yes, Mr. Grayson, I will show my love just who is the two faced one.
Do you think the Bat and his allies could keep me away? I know all too well their strengths, their reputations. But Love will win out in the end, it must for I know that our love is true, right, and so will conquer any obstacle in its path. Like a prince in a fairy tale I will enter the evil city vanquish the dreaded demons and rescue the fair damsel in return for one sweet, chaste kiss. Not by force alone will I triumph, no I must be cunning for beauty such as yours must be guarded and treasured not squandered on any fool who dares to look upon your face. And so my sweet when we are reunited I must keep you in an ivory tower locked away from the jealousy of common men. I realize how hard it will be for you but you will realize that it is necessary for us to be together, to give our love the chance to bloom once again.
If music be the food of love, my Darling, then French must be its language, as I prepare for your rescue and arrival my sweet then I have only this to say.
"Jet' adore, Mon Cheri, Jet' adore!"