Pianissimo:
A small whisper escapes his lips, half in protest, half to egg me on.
"You can't do this."
I whisper back, half in defiance, half in tenderness.
"Then stop me."
He'd never.
Piano:
The soft, caressing sound of the police sirens approaching makes us both cringe. He speaks to me in an utterance just slightly above our former hisses.
"They'll get you now. You're as good as dead."
I stare into his brown-black eyes. Who is he? Do I even want to know? My fingers grasp the knife in my pocket. The switchblade cuts the fabric of his cowl easily. The metal must be cold against his throat.
"Any last words, Bat?"
Hate blazes from him, his eyes, the breath that I can faintly feel on my face.
"Fuck. You."
I smile.
"Be my guest."
He stares.
Mezzo-Piano:
My hand unhooks his utility belt. He pushes me away.
"Don't touch me."
Sauntering up to him, my hands travel down his broad back.
"Once, Bats. Just once. Besides, I'm as good as dead already. Consider it a last right."
He shoves me to the brick wall of my dingy hideout. My back arches from the pleasurable pain. He mutters as he approaches.
"I hate you."
And he's on me. His left arm pins me to the wall, and he wrenches the knife away from me, but not before I slice his palm.
He cries in pain. I grab his wrist, bringing the injured hand towards my face. He shudders.
"What are you doing?"
I lick the blood from the wound, sucking ever-so-slightly. As I speak, a small trickle of sanguine saliva winds down my chin.
"Making you all better, Bats."
Mezzo-Forte:
He's on me again, but I best him, and he turns to avoid my punch. I leap on him, gripping his sides with my thighs, sinking my teeth into his collarbone, listening to his scream. He likes it.
"Get the hell off me."
I laugh.
"As you wish."
I jump down. He bangs me against the wall again. For a moment I push back, until I feel that unfamiliar sensation of an osculation. I kiss back.
Forte:
Officer Gordon spoils everything with his megaphone.
"Come out with your hands up."
The Bat bolts. I scream after him.
"That's a dirty trick, Bats!"
Pianissimo:
His laughter dies slowly as he soars away.