Darkest Knight: Why?
Child of night,
In the dark all feels right,
It hides your face,
Your heart,
Your mind,
Protecting them from the cruelties of mankind.
But it can't hide your pain,
Not from them,
Not from me,
We love you more than you let yourself see.
We see your wounds,
Still bleeding free,
That doesn't just hurt you,
It hurts them,
It hurts me.
Let us heal you,
Sooth your pain,
Close your wounds,
End this game.
We won't let you fall,
We will reach for you,
To stand you tall,
Because to us,
You are the greatest of all.
I could tell he was there, and I knew that it wasn't just the poem that had brought him this time. "How's your arm?" I asked. I had seen that he had hurt it during his last fight with the Joker, though that wasn't common knowledge.
He set the binder down on my desk before turning to me. He was staring at me, I stared back, my gaze steady and calm. "Why do you want to help me so much?" He asked at last, as I had known he would.
I slid off my bed and walked over to him, stopping right in front of him and looking up, into his face. "Because the moment I saw the first picture of you, I knew you were in pain. I knew that I had to help you before you destroyed yourself."
I ran my hand over the bat on his chest, before resting it over his heart. "I developed, you might say, a healthy obsession with it, with you." I felt him tense under my palm and smiled gently at him. "I don't want to find out your secret identity," I told him softly, my other hand reaching up to cup his face. "And I won't ask you to reveal it to me."
I drew a little closer to him, and was pleased when he did not move away. "I don't want to hurt you or the one's you love. I don't want a fantasy romance from you. I want to help you because you have done so much to help others that you don't even know. I want to help you because I fell in love with you for that." I out everything I felt for him into my eyes, telling him just what I felt for him, before winding my arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe and kissing him.
There was no passion or arousal in it, it was a kiss that told him that I was here for him now and I would be from now on, that I wanted to help him heal, a pure, innocent desire.
I was pleased with his reaction. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me back. It was a simple kiss, telling me that he had no physical desire for me, but he did desire my presents, telling me that he trusted me.
When I pulled away, I smiled gently at him, a smile that he returned with one of his own, I had seen him smile before, but this was the first true smile I had seen one his face and it opened an entirely new dimension of beauty for him.
And he was beautiful, a dark, fierce beauty that no other person had. Before, his beauty had been icy and foreboding, but now, to me, it was more human and more open. We were over the first hurdle; he was on the road to being healed. It would take years for his wounds to close completely, but I would be there for him every step of the way, and he knew that I would never turn my back on him.
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(AN: Batman is not mine.)