You asked...


She was patiently waiting for him, sitting in between the rails with her legs elegantly crossed and gloved hands resting on her lap as the bright tunnel light caressed of her pale complexion. She sensed him stalking closer as her expression remained neutral and then she parted her red lips as footsteps crunched on the grave echoed through the darkness. "Don't be shy." she intoned with a welcoming purr in her voice.

His menacing form stepped out of the darkness, his long cape draped over his plated shoulder as his hazel orbs focused on her, slight impressed as he stepped cautiously over the rails.

"Wayne say you can get me the Clean Slate," she said, sliding her body on the cement column, as he mounted his boots a few inches from him. She enclosed her arms over her torso protectively as dark eyes glared at him behind her domino mask.

"That depends," he replied in gaveling rasp.

She shifted her eyes sideways-her brown eyes suddenly become darker than sin as a light scowl twisted on her lips. "On what?"

"On what you want it for...I acquire to keep it out of the wrong hands." His hazel eyes were gazing on her and she stared at him, her eyes were sharp like a knife in the dark.

She raked over his exposed his jaw concealed by graphite and looked at his thin youthful lips. The familiar curve the corner of his upper lip. It was all to familiar.

"Still don't trust me...huh?" she asked, there was devilish glint in her as those red blades of hers formed red snarky smile at him. Her expression changed into something unpredictable and darker as she narrowed her eyes making him become trapped in her clutches. "How can we change that?"

"Start by.." he slightly closed his eyes, trying to keep his thoughts focused on the mission as his throat starting to constrict from the empowering hold her alluring beauty had on him. "...taking me to Bane."

She gestured her head, using her body language to tell him, alright...but it's your funeral. She looked at him feeling her heart clenched inside the walls of her chest as the words escaped from her lips. "You asked." She slid her body off the cement and confidently sauntered in front of him. He stared at her disappearing in the shadows of the tunnel with an impressive gleam welling behind the slits of the cowl. He was sort of drinking her body, his eyes moved lower to the curves of her hips.

He had to admit she did look good in black.