Prologue
The deafening sound of a jaw being cracked from the knuckle punch made me cringe from the inside. I watched as his head fell back, his body landed on the ground. There was blood pouring out of his nose. The one who punched him looked at me and my breath quickened.
Bound by dirty rags, I was tired. I could feel the first and grime on my skin and the dry blood caked on my lips and knees.
The man walked over and bunched my hair into his fist, yanking it back. I bit down my lip not to let any sound escape.
"Where is he?" He roared, shaking my head. "I'll blow his brains out," One of his henchmen from behind cocked a gun at him, with his nostrils bleeding. He was giving me a look of hurt and betrayal. I let out shuddering breaths that were meant to be crying.
"I-I can't…" I gasp. "No!" I screamed when the trigger was pulled.
Author's Note: So waddya think? I've been playing this story back and forth for a long time and my hands itched to type it out. But I'm not sure if I want to start a Batman story (even if I'm a fan and he's sexy) I just want to hear what you all have to say :)