PROLOGUE:
"The lone question that still remains to linger; who is the Batman?" Her piercing green eyes scan the faces before her with the upmost curiosity and a hint of mischief. With a small shrug of acceptance, she adds in quickly, "And since it was quite easily confirmed Mr. Jones wasn't our hero, it leaves you three as my options."
The dark-haired beauty closes the space between her and Dougie with several quick strides, coiling her hand around his wrinkled tie and raking a gloved hand through his dusty blond hair to yank his head backwards some. "It certainly isn't you, is it, Mr. Poynter?" A seducing laugh spills from her rosy brims when Dougie doesn't say a word, choosing to simply gawk at her in dismay. "Of course not. That baby face wouldn't scare a fly, even if it were hidden behind an intimidating mask."
She unravels her slender fingers from Dougie and saunters in Harry's direction, clucking her tongue against her teeth in obvious disapproval. "I must say, you do [i]look[/i] the part, Harry Judd, but I'm not entirely convinced…" After trailing off, she doesn't even bother giving Harry a second glance. Instead, those enchanting orbs lock onto me, initiating the rapid pounding of my heart. Whether it's because of the natural fear she showers upon everyone in her vision, or if it's from the lust that I've built up for the woman behind the disguise, I can't exactly tell you.
In a split second, her digits are crawling up my chest and around my shoulders as she places herself on my lap, one leg on either side of me. The villain's mouth comes dangerously close to my right cheek, lips grazing the skin ever so gently while her breath leaves a trail of warmth behind. Upon reaching my ear, she whispers into it suggestively, "Do you like black, Mr. Fletcher?"
A/N: And there's a taste of a part of the fic in the future. 3 Reviews would be lovely. I will probably update this quicker on .com, so join there if you wish.
