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CHAPTER ONE
Things best left behind
Sometimes at night she would still think about the wreck and how she had come to meet David Bennett. She had been living in the town of Parnall, not far from Gotham City, and worked the night shift at a call center. One night she was coming home in a snowstorm when her car had slid around a curve and flipped, throwing her out. She didn't recall much after that, most of what she knew she was told later on.
David had found her lying in the snow, hypothermic, in shock, badly injured. She'd had a compound fracture on her right shin and two years later it still pained her. He had called for help and covered her up with a blanket, lying next to her in the snow until the ambulance arrived. After that he had visited her in the hospital, so sweet and concerned and happy she was doing okay. Samantha was single and alone so it didn't take long for her to start dating this handsome young police officer who seemed to care for her so much and helped her with her recuperation.
But of course things are never what they seem, are they?
His sexual tastes were different to say the least. He liked his women still, very still, in bed. He was moody and his feelings were easily hurt. One night Samantha was at his house waiting for him to finish his shift when she decided to take a look in his closet. Embarrassment at her nosiness quickly turned to horror when she found pictures, rather disconcerting pictures. David apparently liked corpses, and not from a forensic standpoint either. The pictures were from the evidence room at the police station and featured photos of murdered women.
Samantha confronted him about this and the ensuing fight was...messy. In the end David went to jail and Samantha moved to Gotham to forget the whole sick mess.
Jump to 2 years later. One night in Gotham City.
A/N: Yes, this chapter is short. Sorry. Think of it as a prologue.