Hey guys, here's my latest fanfic, my first one-shot, let me know what you guys think. Please review.
Her eyes. Am I crazy to admire them? I must be, as I'm the only one who sees the beauty in them, everyone else only sees madness. When you look deeper, past the madness, past the mask she puts on, you see someone that was once sane, someone that once had free will, all before she gave it up for what she thought was love. Sure, she loved him, but a relationship is like respect, it's a two-way street. That insane bastard just abuses her, fuckin' beats her within an inch of her life and blames her whenever things don't go to plan. I remember a rumour where she caught the Bat all by herself, and hung him upside down over a piranha tank, so her 'puddin' can finally be happy. What did the white piece of shit do? He beat her, then threw her out of the window. She fell three stories, and still landed on a car. I look deeper and see the people she cares about: the vines that guard her, the feline in her step…the eyes that never miss…I'm surprised I'm part of them, even though I've been nothing but cold to her. I can see what they mean by 'the eyes are the window to the soul', I hope she doesn't mind, but I'm peering in like a stalker. I can feel my heart in my throat, I can't talk, if it wasn't for my helmet right now, she would be freaked out by the expression I have on my face. I look deeper into her eyes, and see a glint of hope and happiness every time we talk, as if to say: 'This person I'm talking to, this person right here, is my favourite person…' Damn it! I must stay focused on the mission, and I have a persona to keep up. Cool, calm and cold-hearted. I hear her snap her fingers, and with that, snapping me out of my trance. "Floyd? Floyd, are you ok?" she says, I blinked a couple times, before returning to my usual self: badass and aloof. "Only my friends call me Floyd…" I say, a hint of ice in my voice. She just smiles and asks, "What am I then?". I never thought of it like that before, but deep down I think I always knew, I reply, "…You just called me Floyd, does that answer enough?" She squeals, blows me a kiss and starts walking back to the rest of the squad. I stay where I am, observing my surroundings as a safety precaution until I heard her voice call me and yet again, we made eye contact. "Let's go." She says, and I approach the squad, keeping eye contact until I'm next to her, then I turn to face Rick Flag for the squad's briefing. Her eyes, they have their own vocabulary. What a beautiful language to learn.
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