Author's Note: Welcome, welcome! I am absolutely thrilled to start writing this story.
The rating on this story will be M, for it will be gory and mortifying. There will be suggestive to sexual activity, also mentions of rape, but I do not plan on writing any lemons or smut. So if that is why you are here, sorry to disappoint.
If you do not like character death then I would not read this.
Many of you will not like this story, for it shall take a darker side to things. It is full of angst. And to be blunt, I am not sure if I am to end this story happy or sad. It all depends on when I get there.
This story will probably take me longer to write than Cabin For A Week did (even that took me a while).
Not all of it will be dark, there will be a few light chapters.. other than that... you know.
Please review, it is really motivating to know what you guys think of the story.
Feel free to PM me anytime if you have any questions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans.
He craved attention, money, popularity, lust and power.
He craved the haunting screams that pierced his ears as he laughed wildly.
He craved the sickening splat of blood that seeped through his hands as he tore bodies apart limb from limb.
But now.. now he craved her.
No, not just her body.. or to hear her scream his name with a voice filled with nothing but sheer horror..
He craved her heart. Her love.
And this would be the un-doing of him.
Dick Grayson let out a sigh. His startling cerulean blue eyes scanned across the grand ballroom lazily. His adoptive father, Bruce Wayne, was hosting a charity event downtown Jump City, somewhat far away from his cherished home of Gotham City. With him being the ward of Wayne Industries, he was expected to attend events such as these.
He was never too fond of ministering business parties or charity balls. All the guests ever seem to do was talk business.
Dick was rather bored with it all.
It was the same routine with these ceremonies. Stop for photos, greet the crowd, pretend to be actually interested in what people where saying, mingle, find a enticing young woman, dance, leave with said woman, sex, and then finally home. Right now, he was only on stage mingle.
The only reason Grayson actually cared to come to these parties, besides being the ward of Wayne Industries, was to keep his population with the public in high ranks. It meant everything to him to keep a high status, which he was doing an excellent job at.
He stuffed his hand in his coat pockets and leaned back a bit, an ebony lock flopped against his face lightly at the movement. Many woman swooned as they watched him roll his shoulders, his muscles rippling underneath the black tux he was displayed in. He adjusted his crimson red tie and looked around the bright ball room. The floors where tiled with a fancy cream and brown marble and a magnificent diamond chandelier hung above the middle of the room. The room was curved to a circular shape and large tables were off to the side for guests to eat and chat among each other. Richard tried to commemorate what the charity event was about, but he couldn't for the life of him.
A grin inched across his face as his eyes set on a curvy red head not too far from his position. Her red hair was in big curls that ended mid-back and bounced freely as she stepped to the side of the room for a breather. She was dressed in a tight fitting black silk dress with a sweat heart neckline that ended just below the knees. Her neck and right wrist were accented with pearls and her feet were complimented with 4" black stilettos. Simple, yet stunning.
Grayson swiftly headed over to the red head as the orchestra in the far right of the room played a slow song.
She was fanning herself with her left hand as her right clutched to a small black leather purse. He stopped just behind her and cleared his throat. She turned around and her clear blue eyes went wide as she caught hold of the man behind her. He flashed a dazzling smile and inwardly smirked as her mouth dropped slightly open.
"Hello." he greeted, knowing his deep and enchanting voice had affected her already. She straightened up and a light blush swept across her pale cheeks.
"Hey." she responded politely. Her eyes scanned over his figure hungrily and he felt a smug smirk quickly flash on his face before it turned back to its usual charming heart-melting smile.
"Enjoying the party?" he examined the girl more closely. She was curvy, a little too short for his liking, but she would do.
She let out a small laugh. "I suppose so." she held out her hand. "Barbara Gordon. But you can call me Babs."
He raised one black eyebrow. Barbara Gordon? Might this be the daughter of Gotham's commissionaire?
He looked into her eyes as he clutched her hand carefully and laid a soft kiss upon the top of her hand. His mouth lingered only for a timed moment. She blushed as he released her hand.
"Dick Grayson, at your service." He gave her a seductive smile and his emotions filled with pride and smug as her cheeks became redder and her blue eyes filled with lust.
"It's a pleasure." She responded, flirty. Her words drafted out in a sultry purr. He let out a chuckle and took a step closer to her, oh, that double meaning behind that word.
Besides, what would you expect from a perverted murderer such as Grayson?
"So, Gordon? Commissioner Gordon's daughter, I'm assuming."
She nodded. "Yeah. He's my father." She confirmed.
His mind began to rotate with seemingly endless ideas. He could hit Gordon right at home from this angle, his precious daughter was in the hands of Dick Grayson. Oh, it was too perfect. But.. it was too risky.. now wasn't the time.. he must be.. patient. But that didn't mean he had to deny himself a pleasure filled night.
"Ahh, I see. Good man." he complimented.
She smiled proudly. "Yes, he is." she frowned suddenly. "But he's been pretty busy lately. He got put on that Robin case about a year ago and he barley has any time for me or his friends, let alone himself. He couldn't come tonight, so I took his place instead."
He nodded in understanding. "Same with Bruce. Except he's always been too busy for anyone. How goes the Robin case anyhow?" he asked casually.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance at the thought of the case. "Dad won't tell me anything, but I've heard him talking to himself a couple times and walked in on a couple conferences and phone calls. I know enough to know that they are completely stuck. It's been 5 years, and they still have gotten no where."
He let out a disappointed sigh even though his insides were burning with giddy delight. "Such a shame. It's disturbing to know someone like the Robin is still roaming the streets."
"Tell me about it, that guys just a big, sick creep. I'll sure as hell feel better when he's put behind bars, or better yet, sentenced to death." Babs grumbled, blue eyes flashing uncomfortably at the mention of said mad man.
Dick repressed the smile that threatened to break on his handsome face. "Won't we all." he looked around the ball room. "Say, care for a dance m'lady?" he held out his hand which she cordially accepted.
As they spun around slowly across the ball room, Dick's head began to pound with sickening thoughts once again.
This was all a game to him, and he was playing everyone. Not one soul knew of the mortifying deeds he played in the dark. None knew of the murdering thoughts that teetered in his mind. Many had come close, and when they did, they would become a part of the game.
How had he managed to make it so far? Because he was careful. He was perfect.
Not a thing out of place. Not a trace to lead back to him. He was excellent. He was perfect.
That is what he told himself, that he was perfect.
That beloved word, so.. alluring.
He had no room for mistakes, everything had to be precise.
One slip up and his carefully built kingdom of horror could come fumbling down, crumbling underneath his feet that wilted from his failure.
He slipped his hand lower down Barbara's back, tightening his grip. He pulled her closer to his chest as his fingers began to rub small circles on her back. He enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips grazing the silky dress..
Yes, it was oh so delightful to hear that the police still couldn't find a clue to who Robin was.
Robin.. such a fetching name.
Robin, the merciless killer. Named that because each victim was left with a feather from the bird of a robin placed onto their lips, like they were holding a rose.
He knew that leaving such a signature was a bit .. dramatic.. and disturbing.. but he couldn't help himself. It drove the police insane. What disordered human being could do this? Oh, the humor! Robin was leaving the police at the edge of their seats!
They used to humor themselves, what a silly name for a murderer! Teens in school joked, 'He be 'Robin' you of life!', adults laughed, knowing that this killer would be caught soon.
Then their amusement turned to fear, and that fear became the air he breathed.
More and more murders of countless young girls. People became too frightened to walk the streets of Gotham alone, they huddled in groups. To the people, anyone on the streets of Gotham could be Robin.
But he wasn't stupid. He knew that he had developed a pattern. Young woman in their 20's or early thirties were usually the candy to the Robin's eye. Rarely were there any younger or older, unless they were incredibly attractive.
Dick believed that was a problem with most people inflicting evil upon others.. they didn't notice their patterns, that was their down fall.
You had to be aware of everything you're doing when involving yourself into business like this.
Most criminals got sloppy and cocky.
Some even got emotionally attached to their victims.
Emotionally attached.
Dick suppressed a shudder as he let his hands become a little firmer when dancing with Barbara. He could tell what she wanted by the way she was pressing her body closer to his and as her hand that was previously on his shoulder began to wander underneath his tux coat and on to his chest.
Dick smirked as he felt Barbara squirm underneath his touch. Woman could be so impatient.
How could a criminal become.. emotionally.. attached.. to one of their victims.. especially if they were a woman?
Sure, woman were beautiful and warming but to his eyes they were nothing more than toy play things he used and threw away once he was done. He never saw himself falling in love with any being.
Dick Grayson had never felt love. He never planned to never feel love.
Love would become a hazard in this game he could not afford to lose.
Attachments were out the window.
Dick's blue azure eyes scanned across the pool of people. His eyes only searched for one particular person.
As Dick's eyes locked with gorgeous Bruce Wayne's, he sent a silent message that he was on a leave. Bruce only nodded and continued his conversation with the three men surrounding him.
He leaned forward to Barbara, placing small kisses against her neck. He basked in pride as goosebumps lifted on her fair skin. As his lips reached her ear he brought his voice down to a low, captivating whisper.
"Let's get out of here."
As he pulled back, he watched her lick her bottom lip unconsciously. His sapphire eyes faded into a dark pool of water as she nodded and he graciously pulled her from the dance floor.
Once Dick and Barbara had reached his car and they drove to his fairly large pent house, his mind began to fill with the ideas of attachment once again.
As they pulled into the driveway, he wondered what it would be like to fall in love with a woman.
As they neared the entrance, he thought of what it would be liked to adore a woman from body to soul.
As he stripped himself and Barbara of their clothing, he dared hope to imagine if a woman could love him so much that she wouldn't give a damn that he was sick and twisted.
He wanted to laugh. A woman would have to be as mad as him if she could get past all the murders he committed and his blood lust.
He almost did laugh. Why was he thinking such silly thoughts? Dick Grayson doesn't love. He couldn't love. Woman were nothing but rag dolls. Besides, there was no chance he would risk his glorious kingdom of fear and blood for one woman.
He would have to be more insane than he already was to let a mere woman change everything.
All thoughts disappeared from his mind as Barbara let out an aroused moan escape her now swollen lips that had been mashed to Dick's in a haze of pure lust as he placed her naked form on the bed.
Not any damn woman could change his ways.
...
and oh how mistaken he was.
Author's Note: Review please! It would be greatly appreciated.
Also this chapter was meant to be short. They will become longer the further this story goes.
This is not a Babs/Dick story by the way.
Alrighty, see you next update.(: