Kiss in the Rain
The night air was a soothing caress over her skin, she nipped her heels on the concrete listening to the rolls of thunder in the background. Flashes of electrifying lightning streaked through the cloudy sky as the smudge of the moon disappeared in the cloak of the storm.
For a few seconds her instincts start to scream through her veins. She felt a heavy pair of eyes watching her every movement as they condemn each instep of her heel. Gingery she moved down a narrow space alley way, she was armed, two steps ahead of the game of life and death and always sensing demons in the shadows everywhere she roamed.
Tonight, made no difference. She was used to the darkness and the clashing of storms. Those elements defined her as well feline grace and coldness. She used everything of the dark corner of she prowled into as her sanctuary to elude the watchful eyes of her concealed wraith and the bold gaze of the GCPD officers who dared themselves to cross her path knowing that she would only give them bad luck.
Everywhere she walked, her eyes captured the urban decay and grim surroundings of the slums of the city. She always looked for the bad things instead of the good things. She never believed that were such things as true happiness only falsehoods for shelved lies.
Finally, she made to her destination of a darken apartment pegged with filth and broken windows. A dwelling for one of Sal Marnoi's sloppy gangbangers who had an obsession for stone cut diamonds, she started climbing the wooden steps of the fire escape. She breathed out her frustration and annoyance when her heels cracked the shards of glass scattered on the balcony as she reached for her lock pick in her belt, but soon she felt a unknown sense dance along her spine when she unlocked the screen door.
She couldn't explain what it was, all she could to was grasp the assumptions skimming through her mind and quickly enter the darkness of the apartment to claim her nightly score, she decoded the lock on the floor vault and grabbed the bag of diamonds as the lightning nearly blinded her, making her eyes foggy for a few seconds as she saw dancing shadows cast from the windows. She stuffed her prize into a compartment of her belt and swept to the stair well, pacing down the steps. She suddenly felt ridiculous and paranoid for some unusual reason, and felt the rain soak her disheveled dark strands of hair she touched the sleek pavement.
A strange ghostly presence made the goosebumps raise underneath her leather jacket, she could smell the scent of sweat and spilled blood as her head slowly turned and stared at the piles of trash bags under the stairway. She glared her sharp dark eyes at a motionless figure resting over the trash and listened to a low groan pierce the shadows.
Probably a drunken bastard, she thought showing no empathy in her misty gaze.
"I've been stabbed," the figure growled against a mobile pressed on his lips, deep and disguised. "Need pick up."
Her curiously spiked, her feet carried her closer, she stopped and narrowed her eyes down at the slender body sunk in the trash bags. A curvy smirk crossed her red lips, "Batman," she purred in a low voice as she stood and absorbed in his whole appearance. He was magnificent and powerful to gaze on, black suited armor covered his body and a devilish cowl with sharp edged ears covered his face, revealing only an exposed strong jaw and smooth lips as she could see his aggression molded into the mask. She crouched lower to the ground and dared herself to look into his eyes, all she could see was hazel orbs gleaming as the lightning in the sky reflected into them and after drinking in his mysterious allure, she managed, " I didn't know that you were apart of Gotham's trash."
"No. I'm just...resting." he gruffly said, pressing his hand on his opened wound.
Her eyes narrowed to his suit, " I can see you're not so protected."
"That's true," he rasped, shifting his eyes to her dark ones.
She stared at him, her eyes burning with new found drive, and light scowl as a grunt escaped from his throat. "Maroni."
"Maroni?" she repeated.
He nodded. " He's been associated with Falcone. I tried to stop him...I was careless."
"More like stupid," she berated him, watching the sticky blood pour out of his side. "I guess you like making a mess on other people's property."
He grinned a little at her comment, "Maybe."
"Sorry to be a bitch tonight, handsome," she replied. " Cleaning wounds. Isn't really my style."
"I know," he winced out, pointing his finger to her pocket. "Diamonds...are more your style."
She smirked definitely, "What can I say, after all diamonds are a girls best friend."
"When they belong to you," he said, clenching his eyes shut. "So your a jewel thief?"
"So you're not as blinded as bat." she retorted, playful smirk. "But you are helpless."
"I'm not helpless." He clenched his jaw. "I'm wounded." He paused for a moment. "If I were you I would put those diamonds back where you found them."
"Now why would I do that?" she said through gritted teeth.
"They're stolen from the Black Market in Hong Kong." He seethed, "Maroni has been shipping them in Gotham under police radar. They're blood diamonds."
"Well that makes them even more of value for profit. Thanks for the tip, handsome." She stood gracefully on her heels.
"You leave with those diamonds. You'll be dead by morning." he warned. "Do the right thing. Save yourself."
"From the looks of things, you'll be dead before me," she spat, looking at his knife wound. "Don't worry I know how to dodge a bullet. Unlike you."
"You think they're going to be easy on you. They're going to make you won't talk." He breathed out. "If you don't hand them over..." he paused and lifted up the mobile phone in her face. "I'll call the police."
She felt her nostrils flare, " You sure know how to spoil a girl."
"I'm saving your life. There is a difference." He growled, watching the pair of headlights from the Rolls Royce light darkness of the alley way. "It's your choice...I have the number on speed dial."
"Fine," she hissed, removing the bag of diamonds from her pocket and throwing them onto his chest. She looked strangely at him for a few seconds and then without warning knelt beside him and invaded his space as she framed her hands on each side of the cowl and pressed her lips over his.
Her fingers run over his chest, grabbing the bag, as she tasted his lips melt inside her mouth. His lips were soft and delicious and when he deepened into a kiss, she allowed him, distracting his mind as she slipped the bag of diamonds in her pocket and slipped her tongue over his bottom lip.
When she pulled away, she whispered a breath over his lips. "I've got nine lives to spare."
She left him breathless dazed and drenched in rain as she vanished into the shadows.
After taking a moments of indulging the taste of her down his throat, he opened his eyes. "So..." He fully awaken from the haze of bliss and scanned the alley way with a dumbfounded look and then narrowed his eyes down to his chest.
The diamonds were gone.
"We'll see," he whispered as the Rolls Royce drove up and Alfred stepped out, unfolding an umbrella.
"Master Wayne," the old butler said with concern in his wintery blue eyes, as he sloshed his shoes into the puddles and crouched down to his young charge. "You are sure do like a to make a bloody mess of yourself. What happened?"
Batman glared at his butler, "Don't ask, Alfred." he growled lightly. "Just don't ask."