A/N: I realized I've been writing more than I thought I would and also taking things slow so I took a Lana Del Rey quote and matched the song that went with it in her music video! Plus the next The xx song I was preparing for this chapter wouldn't have fit the mood of it, so what I was planning to write with that song will be for the next chapter!

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Song: Ride by Lana Del Rey


Eight - Ocean


I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
Lana Del Rey


A young adolescent was squirming in his bed, unable to grasp onto any light in his dream, or in this case a nightmare. Different undesirable outcomes were being shown that would make him soon regret his previously formulated plan.

"I'll keep him this way until morning. By then I'm certain he'll rethink what he'd arranged before, he'll tell his lowly friends that he decided not to pick on her. I cannot guarantee that he won't stop bullying others, in his beautiful nightmare however, she is the monster." Pitch smirked as he finished.

"As long as he doesn't ruin her teenage love life, that's all I care about."

"Aren't you bothered by the hate that you said he was plagued by?" Pitch questioned, almost concerned that she'd let a bully pass by.

"Yes, but I'm not sure how to fix it without making him love someone, you know?" Ama didn't want to make him fall for someone out of the blue, he didn't like anyone as far as she could sense. Unless it's possible for him to develop a crush with the girl he was planning to bully…Now that he's afraid of his former target, could his fear possibly turn into a crush?

"Why don't you try touching the nightmare just like you did on the first child we encountered together? It seemed to have an effect on the dream sand, I wonder what would happen if you touched my nightmare sand." Pitch gave her permission to tamper with his nightmare. This was her concern, not his. I'll allow her to experiment.

Ama thought this through for a moment. The dolphins in the dream sand started to love the child in a friendly way, so if I touch the nightmare sand, could the monsters do the same? Would this get a positive reaction from the teen, or would he still be scared? No, the boy is the one who has to have his feelings manipulated to ensure some sort of love. I have to give him crush.

She walked around to the other side of the bed, across from Pitch. She ruffled the teen's curly hair before placing the tips of her fingers on her lips, pecking them then blowing it gently in his freckled face. The rosy dust looking a darker shade in the night, fell into his skin. The two spirits now closely monitored the black shimmering sand above his head. Minutes passed before they noticed anything change, the teenager stopped moving his body, face was scrunched, eyes closed tight. The sand turning into a dark shade of purple, contorted into different shapes, deciding what scenario to give. The image of the monster was seen hugged by the boy, which in turn changed the monster into the girl it was before. The girl's response was to push him away, the nightmare sand still trying to manipulate its own self. He wasn't fazed by any of the actions, only chasing the girl, trying to get a chance to swaddle her in his arms. The small figures in the violet sand were seen comically, the teen controlling himself to chase the fearful girl created by the nightmare sand. It looks like the sand is being chased away by random acts of love. As if fear itself is afraid of love.

Ama chuckled as she looked at the now serene boy, an almost mischievous smile seen on his face. She leaned down and pecked his forehead, some sand brushing above her head. Leaning away, her attention switched back to the sand images. They were now holding hands, the girl unafraid, showing affection willingly. The color of the sand also notably changed to a rose-violet shade. She turned her gaze to Pitch and slightly jumped at the glowing orbs already focused on her. Her body froze as her heart began to beat more rapidly than normal. Eyes starting to dart on anything except on him, she didn't know what made her so nervous. "So, um, is this still, uh nightmare sand, or is it something different now?" Her fingers were now fiddling behind her back.

Pitch noticed her discomfort, "I'm sure you've changed it into a love dream of sorts, there appears to be no traces of fear."
"This will come in handy for the future. Creating the beginnings of love through dreams." She snuck a glance at his eyes, but they burned into her own.

"Why don't you show me where you keep your armory? We can travel by shadows since following you seems to take a much longer route." He wanted to ease her mind for a short while. Going to where she felt comfortable the most would soothe her. He also wasn't sure why she was acting this way, it wasn't like her usual bashful behavior. Something specific was tugging on her mind and it wasn't fear as far as Pitch could tell.

"Uh, alright then." She almost felt the need to decline since the previous time she traveled by shadows made her stomach turn. Of course she couldn't say no to an offer only the Boogeyman could make. Pitch walked around the bed and made it to her side, holding out his arm for the second time. She tilted her head up to finally capture his eyes with hers. She gave a meek smile and noticed how courteous he had been toward her. No disdainful remarks were made that she had heard of from the other spirits. They haven't even met him. They only knew of the stories that were told. They only knew about the truth of his powers. Him as a person is quite the opposite of what the Boogeyman is universally depicted as. He's actually the most refined and cordial spirit I have ever met. Out of all the spirits she has encountered, she knew that Pitch wouldn't be one that would leave her, because she knew that he was a lonely spirit. Just like her. Who would pick solitude over lovely company anyways?

"When you take my arm, just imagine the place where you want to go." He informed her. She held his arm with hers and his hand with the other, preparing to be consumed by darkness, even though that the spirit she was clinging to was the embodiment of said darkness. Almost instantly they were pulled into the darkest parts of the walls.

Ama shut her eyes tight to focus on her haven that appeared just above the west coast of California. Before she knew it she heard the sound of waves crashing against the rocks and cold air blowing against her face that smelled briny yet fresh. She opened her eyes and surely, just like the image in her mind, there was the midnight view of the deep blue. The quarter moon was covered by the translucent ocean clouds, but just enough to let the water glimmer with the soft reflections of light.

"Isn't it just a lovely sight?" Ama said this leaning in closer to Pitch. Realizing her own attachment after her head rested on his arm, she pulled away from the tight grip she had him in and sat down at the edge of the cave, her feet hanging over the rocks down below. What is it with me and personal space? That was probably uncomfortable for him. Pitch on the other hand, couldn't help but miss that feeling of warmth by his side. The feeling of her hand in mine, I don't particularly dislike it.

Ama studied the movement of the far away tidal waves, they were larger during the night. "They say that the moon has the bigger influence on controlling the tides due to its closeness and gravitational pull. Do you think that our dear Mr. Lunar has some sort of device that does so?"

"Just like the weather, they think it's controlled by the clouds and wind. However I do believe that there are such beings as gravitational spirits. If they want humanity to live, someone has to keep it from roaming towards the sun or the people floating off of it and into the abyss we call space. They all think everything is a science when really it's the products of our hard work." Pitch sat down alongside her, joining her to watch the never ending cycle of waves.

They spent a moment of calm silence overlooking the breathtaking view. The feeling of cool mist touching their skin and the crisp air were starting to pinch at their cheeks. Ama scooted closer to Pitch.

"I always like taking a small break to look at what the ocean has to offer. It's so full of life. Most seem to forget that there's anything living in it. It also reminds me that there is more life to be discovered down there just like all the undiscovered parts of the cosmos above. I don't mean to sound like Mother Nature, but it's time for someone to point out the problems that are affecting the environment, affecting living creatures, life. Those ignorant people, putting their waste where it doesn't belong, they're practically killing themselves on this planet!" Ama laughed sardonically. "The point is, looking at it makes me think of all fish that are in the sea and how they say there's only one that will swim towards you and stay in the end. I've concluded that I'm the trash that those people are throwing out." Pitch nearly scolded her at saying that but she stopped him. "I'm the trash that nobody wants and will eventually harm all of those fish and everything living in that body of water. No one wants to be with trash like me. Everyone's always avoided me because they know how harmful I can be."

"Harmful in what way?" Disconcerted by what she had to say, he was taken aback. How could an angel like her cause trouble to others?

"Well, of course I wouldn't hurt anyone. It's just that they can't accept the fact that I love everyone. I've been in a close relationship before and once I told them the truth of who I am, loving everyone in the universe, they felt hurt. I never saw them again. Even if I do love everyone that doesn't stop the fact that there's someone out there made just for me. A soulmate. Everywhere I look it's always the same. I just need a fish that won't die on me. A fish that doesn't care that there's a plastic bag floating along the currents of the vast ocean. But that's just it, all fish have the right to reject that plastic bag, because it doesn't belong in the ocean."

"So you need a fish?" Pitch joked. They shared a fit of laughter before it died down. Pitch placed his hand behind her back along her feathers in the most comforting way he could muster. He looked into her mauve eyes and he suddenly saw all the thoughts that were swirling in them, she felt alone, no doubt about that. Eventually plastic bags would turn into smaller pieces, and it wouldn't be long before she tore herself apart. She's not a plastic bag. She is so much more than she claims. "You are not alone."

"I know." Ama finally let her head rest on his shoulder in peace after she had naturally scooted closer to him to the point of their arms touching, even once again slipping her arm through his and holding his hand with her own. She gave a deep sigh of gratitude that she had someone to join her and take in the sight of the everlasting mysterious sea. Noticing that not once had he flinched from her touch, she gave a warm smile at the sky, the moon lounging above the hazy clouds.

The pair both trembled after a gust of chilled air was let in by a larger wave. "I'll go make a fire." Their closeness came to an end after she stood up to get some sandalwood that was kept further in the cave near her arsenal. As she was walking towards the fairly large pile of wood, she reminded herself to show Pitch the weaponry that she kept in storage after she had finished making a fire pit. She walked back to place the wood on the ground a few meters from where Pitch sat, who was now leaning on the cold wall and returned to the darker end of the cave where she kept the stones and tools she needed to ignite the fire. At this end of the cave, she would almost feel apprehensive if she didn't have a candle around her, but she had company nearby so there was nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about except the Boogeyman feeling at home here!

She started turning a corner where the walls of the cave curved and split into two separate ways. One to the right leading to her actual weaponry and tools she needed for survival, alongside the mattress she had found resting atop a broken bedframe abandoned in the middle of the woods. Yeah how spooky is that? The other going in a downwards direction leading to a lower cavern filled with a large pool of water that came in from the shore. A nice secluded place for the summer to take a warm relaxing soak.

As she finished gathering the stones she needed in her hands turning to head back to where Pitch was, she froze in her steps when she heard the sound of faint splashing coming from the left passageway. Nothing stopped her from putting down the stones to grab the loaded pistol resting underneath her bed. If it was something small the sound wouldn't have reached up here. Ama was cautioned, even though the last time someone intruded it was an April Fool's surprise by none other than the spirit who dressed in a jester's costume and lived on gags and pranks. No one had tried coming in during the dead of night when she had the time to take a replenishing nap, but even that would sound alarming for any zany jokesmith.

High on alert, she silently and slowly walked down the path, ready to strike anything ready to assault her. A normal and sane person would come in during daylight, not in pitch black spooky darkness. Ama almost slapped herself for not brining a candle. Uncertain times call for certain measures. She had to stop any potential harm that could come up if any guest was over. She also wouldn't ask for help if she knew she could take care of things herself, even if she did feel a tinge of fear creeping up her back as she came to a scene of complete darkness, her eyes not yet adapted. A small pebble dropping in the water made her jump and turn toward the sound, her footsteps walking on cold wet rock, she came closer to the edge where the pool of water was met and it was eerily quiet. Are they in here or did they leave? Her thoughts were cut short and were answered when a pair of arms were forcefully felt pulling her arms back and quickly covering her mouth. She struggled to move her arms, causing a skirmish and knocking them into the water, a loud commotion of splashing being heard that she was sure would reach Pitch. Succeeding in letting the arm holding the pistol out of their grip, she decided to bash them on the head with it. Not letting go and instead going for the approach to try to get on her back, she instinctively pulled the trigger towards the unknown attacker behind her, a blind shot was fired. The blast echoed, bouncing on the walls throughout the cavern. The assailant had staggered back and let their grip on her loose. This gave her a moment in time to scream "Help!" and try to run away from the attacker, only to be slowed down by her wings being heavily soaked in water. Her disadvantage was noticed by the obscure assailant after they had recovered from the surprising sound of the shot or if Ama was lucky, a possible wound from a real lead bullet. Catching up quickly, her hair was pulled back making her fall backward into the salty water. As if a child was having an argument in the pool trying to drown the other. With her poor reaction time, she inhaled the freezing water struggling to free herself as she was being unwillingly led to the exit where the water came in. She gave up her struggle and her consciousness slipped.


Any ideas on where this story is headed?

Yes, I did just use the "losing consciousness" outro just to leave a cliffhanger, yes I did. I'M REALLY BAD AT DESCRIBING ACTIONY SCENES PLEASE FORGIVE ME. This took me a while to actually publish just because it's the last month before summer vacation and I've been focusing on my final studies, so I've had little strength to click through and upload this. (Seriously this was done two weeks ago.)

Seriously had no time to begin writing the next chapter because I've BEEN BUSY PROCRASTONATING PLAYING OVERWATCH AND HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH JUNKRAT FOR ALL TOO MANY REASONS. IF YOU PLAY THIS GAME OR LIKE IT, LET ME KNOW WHO YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER(s) TO PLAY IS!

ALSO CHECK OUT MY FIRST BASIC DRAWING ON DEVIANTART OF PITCH AND AMA UNDER MY USERNAME BATSYJOKERIDDLEFEARS! Seriously created the account just to post a visual for this chapter. Nothing special really, it's done on notebook paper in pencil, I'd consider it a sketch. It almost rivals my eight year old sibling's drawings! So no you actually don't have to look at it. I'm being modest aren't I? DON'T LOOK AT IT! (Look at it.)

(Pssst, who else noticed a simple song reference in this chapter? Seriously wasn't intentional, but let's see if you see what I saw. If you do, I WILL REWARD YOU WITH A WHITE SEQUINED GLOVE! Why? BECAUSE I SAID SO!)

All jokes aside, I promise to post again sometime in this month!

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- The Arkham Knight