Chapter 9

"I'll ask her to come to the party separately that night. Of course I'll advise that she wear the new school uniform we picked out." Kyle said pacing my living room. I was sitting on the counter with a glass of wine, beside me the oven was cooking a pasta bake I had come to use as my staple cooking for friends. Nothing says friendship like cheese and sausages.

"Are you going to be wearing anything different. I mean this is big." I said looking down at my work cloths. I hadn't bothered to change since I got out of work right before I was going to meet up with Kyle. See this was a meeting we had been planning on for months. Kyle's a sweet guy, and a really good Daddy for Kate. So when he told me he was planning on popping the big questions for her, well how could i not help?

"I'm thinking of wearing a suit… wait, is that getting to be cliche because of-"

"No, don't say that name in this house." I said putting my hand up. "High powered businessmen are always good to have. And guys always look best in a suite."

Kyle nodded and laughed. He's got this boy next door look about him when he's not playing the big bad ass. He picked up his undrank glass of wine, His hands were shaking. "Right, so after she arrives I'm going to hold her off for a while. Be aloof, you know. Rigmaster and Twisted Rope were going to pull me away for a good part of the night. Just enough to annoy Kate."

"Oh she's going to bitch about that." I said grinning.

"And you need to be your supportive self. You can't lead her on about what I'm going to do to her. Okay?"

I crossed myself and held my hand up in a three finger salute. "Girl Scouts honor."

Kyle winced. "I don't want to think of a dominatrix girl scout."

Come to think of it, that would be one great way to mindfuck someone. 'Excuse me mister, I'm selling rope for my Dom Scouts. If you pay me five dollars I'll tie you up. All donations go to helping other Dom Scouts go to camp.' Yeah… I'll just write that idea down to keep it for later.

"I'll be sure to support her and make sure she's not too lonely."

Kyle nodded. "Alright, so after a good hour and a half of that I'll get to the room and set up."

"Did you need to borrow anything of mine? i have this awesome pastel rope that would look good on Kate." I said hopping off the counter.

Kyle shook his head. "I've got everything I need. I'm going to send her a text explaining we need to have another meeting and that it will be in five minutes and in the room I'm going to hold for us."

"You already got the room from the Warehouse?" I asked.

"Done and done. You should have seen (name of owner)'s face when I told him. It's not often someone pops the big question at the party."

The oven beside me started to beep. The pasta was warm and oozing with cheese. Just the type of hardy meal that I could take to work and warm up in the microwave in the medical bay. Kyle was looking over at it with longing eyes. All work and not play does make a dom a dull partner. I didn't let the food rest I just scooped hefty amounts of sausage, melty mozzarella,and pasta into two bowls.

"Here you go."

We took our bowls to the sofa where I curled up with my luscious dinner. "Okay, so once Kate enters the room, what are you going to do? What's the scenario? Dad's back from a business trip? Girl got bad grades in school?"

"Celebrating our two year connection. The narrative he have his 'Mom'" Kyle wiggled his fingers to tell me there was no Mom in their relationship. "left us out in the cold and our feelings started to take shape after that."

"In the narrative she's your adopted daughter?"

"Yeah, cause biological was just too weird for us."

I took a bite of my food and continued to listen. The scenario was pretty tame by most standards. Kate's going to be annoyed that he almost forgot their anniversary, but when he brings out the toys, vibrater, rope, his paddle to spank her when she mouths off. From what I understood he was 'training' Kate to be a good replacement for her 'Mom'.

"So after the mild spanking you'll be taking her home."

"Yup, there I'm going to let her drink. Then I plan on putting her on my knee and… do i have to tell you this Lynn, this is kinda." He trailed off a blush hitting him. Yeah I didn't need to know all the details.

"It's fine. But from what I'm hearing it's pretty light."

"Well-" Now here comes the flustered Kyle. The guy was the lead in their life, but next to another Dom… the boy just bows out. "I want it to be romantic."

And that's the difference. Kyle wants a romantic BDSM scene, it's doable, don't get me wrong. But for their dynamic, well light spanking and tieing up is as far as they go. Me on the other hand… If I had a guy who wanted me, I would want him to give me a list for a scene. Maybe even an interrogation about where he's been all day. With the final break down being him proposing. But that's if I was getting proposed to during a BDSM scene. Which is a horse of a different color than normal proposals.

There was also the face that whoever proposed to me would have to be at least kinky enough to know I needed to be in charge. There would need to be a small dynamic in our normal lives. Something where I was the one they leaned on and that they would help me do things. At night I might get a little kinky. Make them wear a splitter bar after dishes so they have to watch me undress without touching. Or working on my rope work and put them in a harness they have to wear all day under their normal cloths. Little things. But it would all depend on their own kinks. I could end up with someone who's a switch and both of us would have to work around that. Or I could be the one person he was sub around. Either way I knew I wanted something like that in my life.

"Fine, I'll stop pestering." I said backing off on him.

We ate in a comfortable silence. I let myself focus on the food and not more on what my dream proposal would be. I'm a rational person. There was no way in hell I was going to find a guy. There's way too much crap for me to sort through. I'm not willing to partner with someone that I can't give my one hundred percent. And until Arkham is fixed I'm not going to be able to give my one hundred percent.

My phone started to buzz on the kitchen counter. Kyle and I both looked at it. A feeling a dread crawled over me. It's nine o'clock at night. Logan would be at home either sleeping or working out before bed. Dad doesn't call me unless he's about to die. And Reba only calls me in the mornings.

I put my food on the coffee table and took the short steps to the phone. The number flashing was unfamiliar to me, but I picked it up any way. The voice I was greeted with was a electronic woman's voice. What she said in the message;

"Warning, this is the Arkham Personal Automated Calling System. We are here to notify all Arkham personal that at eight thirty this Friday evening Harly Quin, Joker, Mad Hatter, and Scarecrow have escaped from Arkham Asylum. Be on your guard. If you have any information please call the Arkham escape hotline, that number is-"

I lowered the phone from my ear feeling a little numb. The last thing I said to Joker was threatening. Could he have escaped so he could take his vengeance out on me? And Jonathan escaped too? What was he going to do with me in the city?

Kyle saw the look on my face. "Lynn, you okay?"

I just shook my head. The best thing that could happen is Joker and everyone leaves me alone. The worst… Well I probably have a few hours until Joker figures out where I live. I might as well clean up dinner and get Kyle to safety.


A/N: Sorry about how short this chapter is. The next chapter is a monster, so be ready for all the villains! And yes there's going to be some Lynn and Jonathan. Also I get to have them have a small heart to heart. I hope everyone is as excited as I am!