AN: This story is inspired by this picture i found on devientart, I just couldnt help myself. I think i may be obsessed with Jarvis Tetch...Oops
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It felt like she had been crying for hours. But it couldn't have actually been that long, for the blood on her hands and dress hadn't even fully dried yet. The still slightly wet and sticky blood smeared on her beautiful face as she covered her eyes, trying to block out reality. Her tear tracks being the only clear spots from the red on her cheeks.
I felt bed, i really did. No one would really believed me if I told them so but I do. If she hadnt of been with me, if I had never brought her into my life and troubles, this would have never happened. Do I regret having her with me? Wonderlands no, she's mine. I found her, took care of her when others spit in her face. I love her and she loves me, I would never and will never let her go.
But still it is my fault she's crying, after all if I had seen that cop coming before her I would be the one with blood on my hands. But a lass i did not see him, she did, and she did what she had to keep us both out of Arkham. The ax she carried up untill then had just been for show and a way to intimidate but it came in handy when she embedded it into that guys stomach.
Now im not saying im happy she's a killer, im just saying that now were even more alike. Now she's even more mine, now she can truly never go back to the way things were before. She can never leave me like all the others, shes mine forever. So in that sence, yes im glad, for if she left me it would not be like when the others did, they were fakes put in my path to try to stop me from finding her. But shes the real deal, my Alice, and if she ever left, well Gotham would no longer be Wonderland, and I would burn the city down for its cruelty.
When I found her she was half dead in an ally, but she was still the most beautiful thing i had ever seen. She had blood on her then too, only it had been her own. I took her home, patched her up and gave her tea. I didn't even know her name untill three days after I had saved her from the cruel Gotham streets. But you would not belive my surprise when she woke up and instead of being scared of me she started quoting Alice In Wonderland!
She told me her name was Alice, Alice Devill and she couldn't be happier that it was I who was the one to have saved her. I knew then that she had to of been a few cards short of a deck but I liked it. I liked her, and she seemed to like me too for when it came time and she was all healed, she asked if she could stay. My answer to that was to fuck her on the tea table, she understood that, that was a yes.
Shes been with me ever sence, five frabjous months of pure happiness. But now here we are with me standing around like some stupid chess piece while the woman I love cries her eyes out! Consoling women has never been a fortay of mine, mostly because ive never had to do it but I need her to stop crying, with every tear my heart breaks a little more.
So i walk over to the sofa she stands next to and sit on the arm, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be fine, it gets easier with time, promise," I say but she doesnt say a word, "I'm so sorry Alice." She sniffles and lifts her face to look me in the eyes.
"I'm not crying because I feel bad Jarvis... I-Im crying because I-I liked it," more tears roll down her face but all I can do is think that I had finally truly found my Alice.
