He couldn't believe it. He couldn't fucking believe it. It was right in front of his eyes and yet his mind kept saying "!" His batsy in the arms of that...whore. He never liked her. They way she threw herself around to almost every man she met, granted it was to manipulate them but that kind of manipulation is too easy, men are so easily corrupted when at the sight of big,supple breast and curvy waist. It was so damn hard to stay hidden on top of the roof top. It was all he had in him to not jump down there and start stabbing. This alley was there place. They almost always ended up here, wither at the beginning of the night or the end they always ended up in this dingy alley.
His hand tightened on the brick as he crouched down, better the brick instead of his hand, there would have been rips in this purple leather gloves from his nails. It was so hard to not jump down and slit her throat from behind. No! No, stop thinking thoughts like that. He said to himself. Basty wouldn't like that. So he stayed behind the wall above them and started to plot of how to be rid of her. A very bloody way.
His eyes scanned her arm trailing up his broad,Kevlar covered chest. She brought his face down, slinking her green fingers over his cowl and kissed him...deeply. Lapping her tongue over his lips.
It was disgusting the way she draped her body over him. He suddenly left away from the ledge to get some air. The distinct feel of vomit crawling up his throat. Once they were out of sight his stomach started to calm down. As he left the top of the building he swore he heard a moan escape her supple lips but it was hard to hear over the watery stinging in his eyes and loud sniffles from his nose.
AN: well I know it isn't the best, im sorry if my grammar/plot is bad. I kinda started writing this in my notebook to vent some anger from work. Please no flamers! Some reviews would be nice. Currently working on chapter 2!