*****I DO NOT IN ANYWAY OWN BATMAN OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS ASSOCIATED WITH IT*****
I had everything I could have ever asked for…I had a perfect boyfriend. The legendary Bruce Wayne. He was handsome, rich, strong, mysterious, funny…none of that mattered to me though. He could have been homeless and I still would have cared for him. Funny, that's how it started off for me. But no matter how good my life was, there was always something to ruin it. I guess I should start at the beginning.
I thought I was going to die. I had seen everyone else in this building bludgeoned to death. I was the only one left. I had been here for nearly three months. I counted the tick-marks on my arms I carved in with my nails to pass the time and ignore the screams. It wasn't like they didn't beat others along with the ones they felt like killing. They kicked, slapped, punched, and stabbed. In the months that I had been there I had seen thirty eight people killed. I didn't even know their names.
Not asking their names helps. Helps keep you sane. Learn their name you get attached. Talk and you get attached. So I sat there, in a black abyss awaiting my turn. I wasn't sure how, but I was sure I would be the last one. The man who ran this place came toward me. Pointed and told a man across the room to take his time and draw it out. He wanted to watch me die. I knew there was something odd, I knew him from somewhere. They untied me. He started kicking me, punching me. Beating me slowly. Painfully. I heard audible cracks as he broke some of my ribs. Don't scream, I thought to myself, whatever you do don't scream. They like it too much. Don't give them that pleasure. I had seen the smiles on their faces as they killed the others.
I was fading, holding on for dear life to my vain little existence. I was vaguely aware of some commotion outside. I didn't care. The door was kicked open then. A dark figure seemed to fly through the door. He tackled the man beating me sending him across the room as if he was nothing. He threw something metallic at the big boss and the fat ass fell to his knees. I knew he was dead and looked away. "Are you all right?" asked the dark figure.
"I…I think so…" I replied weakly.
I tried to sit up and he held me down. I looked at him, confused. He swooped me up silently. Rushed me outside, I couldn't figure out what kind of deluded fantasy this was. There was no way that I was still alive. A car that seemed to come out of nowhere opened its door, or rather its roof. He set me inside and told me to hold on and stay calm over and over. The only thing that stuck out was "You're safe now."
I don't know why but I started to cry. I felt like a teenage drama queen. "What the hell am I supposed to do now!?" I pleaded. "I've been missing for three months! I have nothing to go back to!"
He was slow in answering. Finally, he said "I know a place you can stay…an acquaintance of mine. His name is Bruce. He'll be fine with you staying."
"I can't imagine how anyone could even THINK about refusing a request from you." He seemed to be enjoying some kind of personal inside joke. Apparently, not one I was supposed to understand.
It seemed to take forever to drive to wherever the hell we were going. When we did get here I was finally starting to feel the pain from the beating. He opened the roof and helped me out. I still managed to stumble. It wasn't until he led me to the door and handed me a key that I realized where I was. "You expect me to stay in Bruce Wayne's house!?" I gasped.
"No worries," was all he said.
"Be a big girl." I repeated that line over and over in my head as I turned the key and stepped inside. It was the single largest house I had ever seen. There was a huge staircase, an elevator, an enormous sofa but a tiny television. I realized after a few seconds I was wandering around a stranger's house. "Hello?" I called softly. I didn't want to wake anyone. I heard soft footsteps behind me.
An older, British voice asked, "May I help you, ma'am?"
"Uh-uh- oh! Yes, uhm, I was told by, uh, well I guess it was Batman that Mr. Wayne would be alright with my staying here."
A strange emotion flickered across his face for the briefest moment. He nodded and motioned for me to follow. Well that was awkward as hell. That night I had the best night of sleep I had ever gotten.
