I may or may not edit this to put lyrics in and make it a songfic. I have one in mind and I didn't realize how much it went with this thing until now. Not sure. And, also, I did mention that Robin is OOC in this. I was going to actually make the 'he' someone else, but I felt that this suited this pairing...in a twisted, sick sorta way. D;


Helpless.

BANG.

She could not fight the shivers that coarsed through her body as her back abruptly slammed against the wall. After a few successful minutes of avoiding his rage, his anger, with little words spoken, she had accidentally paced towards it, rather than the door, which she was desperately trying to find without her forgiving, loving eyes leaving his blank, practically unreadable ones.

But...why did she want to run away? It was then she realized how entirely stupid she was. Why would she leave the only person who has shown any degree of affection towards her?

She LOVED him.

He grunted and placed his arms on either side of her frail, trembling body in a clumsy fashion.

"You're not leaving me." He spat before closing the gap between them.

And what could she do but return the painful kiss? It was his personal way of showing her affection. It was the mere fact that he enjoyed such romantic contact with her that gave her a small tinge of hope in her heart. He was protective of her, he didn't trust her with others simply because he loved her.

She was his. Nobody else's. Nothing would ever change that.

But, perhaps she was to leave. Would she even have had a place to stay? He was the one that took her in, gave her a place to call home. After countless times of being rejected from the majority of the buildings in the area, she even considered living in a box, had the situation become anymore worse.

Point taken. She would never leave him.

She belonged to him, and she was willing to always be his, 'till death do them part.

He pulled away, smiling a sadistic smile at the sight of her bruised lips and her glossy eyes lined with unshed tears -happy tears- before directing his gaze downward to his strong, calloused hands, each of which clutched moundfulls of hair grabbed from her head during the embrace. This occurred every day, if one did not count the days when he would just not come home.

Why? No. Why question why?

Just because. Maybe he didn't feel like it.

(It's not like he feels much, anyway.)

(She hated when he didn't come home, she felt alone...she did not feel important without him. The minutes felt like years...)

He soothingly stroked her cheek, only to pinch it when she cringed at the cold touch.

"Sorry. I am sorry. Please…" Her voice began to sound strained as she bit her lip, and he knew that was her way of punishing herself. She was urging him never to have second thoughts about whatever he did to her. Not that he ever would. He knew she would not mind. She needed the affection, the attention. A single line of blood trickled from the small wound only to be brushed away with his thumb.

Yes. Beg. Everything he did was for her, and solely her. So God help him if he didn't get anything in return.

Yanking her by the ear, he wrapped his arms around her and put his mouth to crook of her neck, sighing.

"I love you."

And she smiled, because she, like everyone, couldn't possibly deny…

the Happiness…

the Exhilaration …

the Lively feeling…

the Pleasant knowing…

That you are loved.

E n d.


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