Just a small one shot after reading "Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth". Masterpiece from graphics to story to even fonts. Sane or crazy... Posted it in Wattpad initially, but I think it belongs here as well. As always my dear followers, thank you for all the support! This is the first site where I've started to post my works, so it is a special for me!
"Isn't it lonely?"
Your voice is as soft as cat's fur and as cold is its claws. I don't turn around. I don't need sight to know your movements. You are not here to fight, you are not here to interfere, you are here to... hmm good question.
"Why are you here, Selina?"
"I missed you."
I chuckled. I knew better. You are far away from this innocence, you are too much into the games...
She touches my back and I get tense being ready to grab her and push away.
"So stressed..."
"I remember last time..."
"I was in a bad mood. A girl can be a bit naughty."
"You tried to break my leg, pierced my shoulder with your claws and pushed me from the roof," I stated calmly.
"Oh...that was long ago...I am not sure that it was even true," you press your temple and chest to my back and I clutch my fist just in case.
"I am not sure that it was even me.," your voice sounds a bit confused.
"Selina..." I reach for your hand and carefully turn around, making sure that you don't run.
Your lips are color of fresh blood, your cheekbones can cut me.
"Selina, we can find help with your...condition."
She starts to laugh hysterically.
" Con...haha...di...haha...tion. Man in black mask and cape tells me about my condition!"
"I do this masquerade because I have to."
"Do you? Do you?!"
She jumps to me, taking my face into her hands.
"Do you, Bruce? Really?" she whispers into my lips "don't you love it? This power, their fear. Don't you love yourself in this costume?" her hands shamelessly harass my chest.
"I.."
Her fingers stop me.
"Don't lie to me. I know you have to lie... I know it is scary to admit ... admit that you are a bit out of your mind. Because if you are crazy, then what is the difference between us? We have the same condition that we utterly... completely... enjoy."
She kisses me. I feel her madness on the tip of my tongue, I feel her crazy in her fingernails scratching my neck. I press her small body and I wonder why I am not afraid to hurt her. She chuckles and I feel her knee stroking my thigh.
I need to stop it because I feel I am slipping, losing it... I push her away and try to clean her lipstick from my lips.
"He is calling you," she points to the sky and I don't need to look there.
She touches her lips smudging her lipstick all over and steps back.
"See you," she whispers and runs away.
I shake my head, getting her image out of my thoughts hopelessly.
When I get to the street, I feel sane, normal.
But while I am driving to Gordon, I can't help but think of what she said and try not to enjoy it...at least not to enjoy it too much.