Disclaimer: I do not own Batman (or any of the characters related to Batman or the wonderful trilogy Batman movies Christopher Nolan gave us. I do own the characters I created, Kiera, Rodolfo, Ciro, and the dirtbag Francisco (whose name I made, sorry if that is actually someones full name!). I do not own the song or lyrics to Criminal by Sarah Paulson. (I will put the link in my profile, if you want to listen to the song.)
When you see the break or gigantic line that means P.O.V changes. I am still getting use to posting.
Most importantly, thank you to Leslie Lil and ! (^.^)b Your words encouraged me to continue! Please enjoy the story.
On our way to the hotel Francisco was staying at I was sitting in the back with the Joker, while Dan was driving. "So what are you going to do," the man with his purple jacket asked me licking his lips as he ran his hand through his hair. I said in a seductive way, "Give him the most memorable night." Then I said quickly in my regular voice, "Oh wait, he won't remember because he'll be dead." I started laughing and the Joker joined in, "Ah music to my ears," I said to myself.
We finally arrived; Dan and the boss gave me a serious look. "You sure you can go through with this kid," the boss asked me. "Yes I'm sure," I told him with a serious look. "How are you going to enter the building," he asked me. "Since I want my identity to be protected and I don't want to get caught yet, I'm taking the fire escape that is in the back of the building. Then I'm crawling through the vents until I see his door number then, I am entering." He gave me a smile, "I think you're good to go." I took a deep breath and exited the van, "Alright, I'm out." I walked across the street and started walking to back of the building pretending I knew what I was doing. I found the fire escape and jumped up to grab the bottom of the latter to let it fall. "Alright, now to climb to the tenth floor," I said to myself. When I finally made it I looked at the window, it's one of those old fashion windows that you can open through the inside or out. "Well, that made life easier for me," I checked to see if anyone was walking or if there was a camera, "Nope I'm good to go." I closed the window behind me once I got inside, and started walking still checking if there were cameras or people. I turned a corner and there was vent on the ground, 'perfect,' I thought to myself. I started unscrewing it and made sure the screws were secure in my zipper pocket. I got inside the vent and pulled the cover back on.
I looked at the time on the radio that was in the van, twelve minutes passed. That's it I'm going in there. "Dan open the glove compartment, put on the clown mask and take the pistol," I told him licking my lips. "What, you never do this, nor do you ever come on a rookies job," he said to me still doing what I told him to do. I pulled the pistol out from the back of my pants, making sure it was loaded. "We're just going to be in the room next to her and make sure nothing happens to her, okay," I said to him irritated. "Alright, alright will go," he said getting out of the van.
We crossed the street and started walking to the back of the building. "How are we going to get in," Dan asked me through the mask. I waved the gun around and pointed at the back door, "I don't care if anyone sees me."
'Ah ha,' there's his room; I kicked the vent opened and crawled out. I simply knocked on the door and was ready to grab the door knob because he always looked through the peep hole. He opened it and tried to close it, but I grabbed the knob to quick and shoved my foot between the door and doorway. "Ahhhh, you got me," he said with his Argentine accent. I giggled thinking about how I was going to kill him, and him thinking I think he's funny. His humor always sucked. He stood in the door way shirtless leaning against it and holding the door knob I let go of. "What do you want," he asked biting his bottom lip while he checked me out. "I want something I should have done a long time ago," I said putting my bottom lip in my mouth and letting it come out in seductive way. He walked in and flung the door open letting me enter, I closed the door behind me and locked it.
I was walking in front of Dan and he begun to say, "I'm surprised we haven't got caught and it's so noisy on this floor." I gave him look that said, 'I agreed with him.' I was about to fully turn a corner and I stopped when I saw Kiera knocking on the door. I put my back against the wall and kept my head looking down the hall she was in. 'I don't like the way he's looking at her, like hungry wolf about to eat a lamb. Plus he's fucking short, he only looks three inches taller than her,' I thought to myself. She walked into the room. At that note I rushed and busted down the door next to the room.
I pointed my gun at the people who were in the room. They were either out of it or passed out; clearly they were all on drugs. "Fucking rich people," I said to Dan who closed the door behind us. All the rooms are the same, so that means the bedroom must be on the other side of this wall. I have a feeling that's where she's going to kill him, by the way she made that seductive joke. I found something small and pointed and jabbed it into the wall. "What the hell are you doing," Dan asked me. "I'm going to keep an eye on what's going on. If something happens, that man's ass is mine," I explained to him nonchalantly. He gave an 'oh' expression, "I want to see," he said grabbing the sharp object from me. 'That was my poking stick,' I thought to myself. I started looking through the hole and saw the asshole walk in and Kiera behind him without her coat on.
He turned around and I started taking off my coat, when he asked, "If I wanted a drink?" I put my coat down and slipped an empty little bottle and small baggy into my pant pocket. I brushed my hair out of my face and said, "No, I'm underage, remember." I leaned against the wall with my pelvis sticking out, "We both knew what I meant when I spoke to you out there. How 'bout you show me the room?" He gave me a big smile and opened a door to his bedroom while saying, "You we're the only girl I love to hear speak." I smiled to him and closed the door, 'bite me,' I thought to myself.
"Do you have any ties," I asked him with a smirk. "Yeah," he said and pointed at the dresser, "Three are in there." I walked to it, "What about, never mind you have that to." I took out all three of his ties, two of his belts and one sock that I balled up. "What's that for he," asked like an eager teenage boy who was about to have sex for the first time. "Lie down on the bed," I commanded "and spread your legs and arms out as far as you can." He did what he was told and asked "Why." I got on the bed and straddled him, "Because I want to have my way with you." He raised an eyebrow at me in excitement, I started tying his left wrist with his tie to the left post of the bed, and making sure it was nice and secure.
"Who would have known she would be into S&M," Dan said with laugh. I couldn't help but laugh at that, 'some virgin she is,' I thought to myself. She surprises me again and again. She was securing his right foot with one of his belts to the bottom right post. I hate that she had straddled him, but I knew she had to do it to gain his trust. He asked her, "Why did she have the gloves on," and she simply said, "It feels good with cool leather touching a warm body."
"Do you have your cell phone," I asked him with a half-smile. "Yeah, it's over there in my speaker," he nodded to the direction. "Perfect," I rubbed my nose against his, moving away when he tried to kiss me. "You have my favorite song on your phone still," I asked with excitement. He nodded his head. "Alright, I'm going to put this sock in your mouth, place this tie on your mouth and tie it behind your head," I said with a smile. "Do you really have too," he asked with his annoying whining. "If you want me to have my way with you, then yes," he nodded his head at me with an okay.
I got off the bed and sashayed my way to where his phone was at. I saw two small holes in the walls, was that there? Whatever, I'm going look for that song.
She muffled him and is going to play music, that's freaking smart. Nobody won't care about the noise because the whole damn floor is noisy. I looked at her as she sashayed her way to were the holes where at. Her movement was like a snake, I mean her hips move just by the way she walks, but man she knows what she is doing. I started giggling thinking how that man thinks he's getting lucky, 'oh yeah, she is having her way with you,' I thought to myself. Music started playing and she started singing with it.
Ah I love this song it's a cover of 'Criminal by Fiona Apple,' but it's the actress Sarah Paulson who is singing it, much better in my opinion. I started singing the beginning part as I took off my top with my black muscle shirt showing. "I've been a bad bad girl, I've been careless, With a delicate man, And it's a sad sad world, When a girl will break a boy, Just because she can," by this time I straddled him and took out one of the knives to cut the left side of his face. He started shaking and that started screaming when I cut him. "HAHAHAHA! You know, I use to fantasize about you screaming in pleasure, but this is much better," I giggled now resting between his legs. "You always were full of yourself; it always had to be about you. So let's carve your name into your chest," I said with excitement and giggling some more.
I started carving the 'F' first, and he screamed through the sock and was moving a lot. I thunked him on the forehead, "Stop, you're going to mess up my art project." He just yelled some more and started crying, "Fine it's going to hurt you more than its going to hurt me. Well I won't get hurt at all, so please keep on screaming." I started laughing as he kept screaming and crying. After a beautiful two minutes his name was carved into him. I stood up in front of the bed and posed like a flamingo dancer. I clapped my hands twice, jumped, posing again while saying, "Fransisco," rolling the 'R' for emphasis. Something's missing, ah; I grabbed a pillow case from the pillow and started getting blood on the corner of it from the cuts on him. He hissed as I did it, "Oh yeah you like that," I said jokingly. I started painting a star furiously on his stomach with his blood, "Look mom, I'm painting," I said then started laughing.
I was trying not laugh out loud so I started laughing into my hand. Okay the flamingo dance thing was genius, but saying, "Look mom I'm painting," was just too funny to me. Especially the way she said it like a four year old kid and pointing at his stomach. I almost lost control laughing; it's nice to know she likes dark humor. Dan stopped looking awhile back, saying she was, "insane, and going to make sure no one walks in here or over there."
Just in case he breaks lose somehow, I'm going to cut his Achilles and because I know it will hurt like a bitch. When I cut the left Achilles I made sure it was nice and deep, blood started spreading on the bed. He screamed so much and actually started trying to move his arms. I laughed to myself because his screams were only murmuring noises; no one was going to hear him accept me.
He picked up his head to look at me with more tears coming down his face. I walked to where his right foot was at. I tilted my head to the left and put an open smile on my face, putting the blade on his right Achilles, "Ah," I said still with an open smile. He shook his head back and forth, I closed my smile leaning more forward shaking my head up and down, to show him I was eagerly saying 'yes.' He kept shaking his head 'no' vigorously and I just cut his right Achilles as deep as I did the left. "Mmm hmmm mmm," he cried out in pain. I chuckled to myself, "Wait until you see what I'm going to do your arm."
As I walked over to where his right arm was I noticed there was a hammer on the floor. 'Just what I needed,' I thought to myself. I'm glad I don't have to look for something hard to use. "I've always wanted to do this," I told him while picking up the hammer. I picked up the hammer and placed the head on center of his forearm on his right arm. I picked it up and down for good measurement. With all the strength and the thought of hurt he gave me I pick up the hammer fast and slammed it on his arm. I laughed out loud when blood sprayed on my face as I heard a crack. "Oh shit," I said through fits of giggles, I pointed at his arm and said to him, "Your bone is sticking out!" He turned pale, 'Aw, I don't think he is going to last any longer. My fun is about to be over,' I thought to myself.
I hadn't realized the music stopped awhile back, I need to hurry. I rushed to his left arm and took out the pliers Dan gave me. "I've also wanted try this too," I said excited. I grabbed his index finger nail with the pliers and yanked on it making the nail come of his finger. "Interesting," I said to myself and continue to take the rest of his nails out on the left hand.
I don't know what's funnier the way she had laughed by the way the blood sprayed on her, or the facial expressions on her ex's face. I saw she started taking the nails off and I knew it was time for me to go to the van. I don't want her to know I was looking out for her, spying?…No, looking out for her.
I noticed the druggies didn't even notice I was in there, so I walked out of the room. "Dan," I said walking, "Let's go to the van, and don't tell her we were keeping an eye on her." Following my footsteps he said, "Alright boss."
I placed the small bottle I had in my pant pocket, back inside this time it was filled with his blood. I cut the very tip of his nails I yanked out with the knife Joker said that can cut bone. I placed small pieces I cut off the nails into the small bag, and put it in my pocket. I looked at my ex to see his face was paler, yup he's almost gone.
I crawled on to the bed and sat where his head was at and placed his head in my lap. "Okay," I said, "any last words you want to say? If you scream, I'm stabbing you in the eye," I told him untying the tie and taking the sock out of his mouth. I looked down at him, and he said with his eyes empty, "I never loved you," and turned his head so he wouldn't look at me. I stuck the sock back in his mouth and tied the tie back on him. I got off the bed then leaned over to whisper into his ear, "I had always loved you." I saw a tear roll down his check and I whipped it. 'That's right, I'm killing last bit of his life with kindness,' I thought to myself, 'cruel to be kind.' I grabbed the hammer and started walking to the bedroom doorway, "I'll see you in hell Francisco," I said with a soft tone, knowing that is the last thing he will ever hear.
Time had pass and I was rescrewing the screws back into the vent. I opened the window I had crawled into to enter and crawled out then closing it shut behind me. When I was halfway down the fire escape I knew he was dead by now. When I feet met cement ground I threw the hammer into the big dumpster and made my way to the van.
Once I crossed the street, I opened the van and got inside. "So…uh, you finished," Joker asked licking his lips. I smiled at him and said, "Yeah, I knew everything he like and disliked. He never had to tell me to do anything because I knew what he wanted," I turned my face to where I wasn't looking at the boss. The Joker said, "Let's get you back so you can clean up. Not saying you look bad in blood or anything." I giggled and looked at him with a smile; he just gave me a smile with a gleam in his eyes. Dan started driving to our destination. "I told you I always going through with it," I told the boss ignoring him rolling his eyes.