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Author Note: I just want you all to know, I've been hunched over this damn computer for god knows how long trying to figure out what to write, and now I can't straighten my back (I type weird). Such joy. All I have to say is; Enjoy. T.T
The Joker's gaze stayed on her neck as he lifted the knife to her vital vein. His hand that rested roughly on her hip lowered slowly towards her inner thigh.
Gentle. This was wrong, his game was wrong. She locked eyes with him, if only for a moment.
She pulled away; "Wrong." She breathed.
His smile lit up his face; "Good girl!" he beamed; "Your move."
Was this the game? Guess the next move? Guess what he wanted? She hesitated before turning away from him, making her way to a concrete wall. She pressed her body against it, feeling his watchful glare.
Her breasts pushed up against the cold wall; she turned her head to the left, resting it against the concrete, glancing back towards him out of the corner of her wide blue eyes. He hadn't moved yet, waiting for her to finish.
'She wasn't done?' Her mind raced; 'What else?'
Her heart beat quickened under the stress, who knew what he'd do if she were wrong.
She bit her lip before parting her legs slightly, as a shameless offering to him.
She waited for his approving laughter, and when it came, she bloomed for him. A light blush appeared on her cheeks as he made his way to her; the heat within her growing in anticipation.
Raven felt as he placed the knife against her hip, his words sent shivers up her spine, and hit her right between the thighs.
"You know what else I can do with a knife, Raven?"
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Yesterday
'He must be a girl.' She thought absent mindedly as he took a long time in the bathroom.
Her mind kept wondering the entire time, what would she do if he touched her? What would she do if he wanted sex? She was virgin for crying out loud, she didn't know the first thing about what she was doing.
Raven sat upright on the bed, flipping her black hair over her shoulders before she reached for the robe on the floor.
Thinking seemed to make things worse, as her virgin mind kept fantasizing what it would be like, she felt sticky and wet between her thighs, and hot in her stomach. She wasn't sure if that was good or just weird.
She lay back down, pulling her hair around her body so it framed her. She placed the silk robe around her hips, covering herself.
She moved her thumb to her mouth, biting down on it, an old nervous habit.
Raven hadn't thought the plan through that well. She could get herself naked easily, another person was a problem.
What if he didn't like her and was really just being kind by taking her in during her time of need?
Raven heard the water shut off in the bathroom, and heard shuffling around. She bit down even harder on her thumb before releasing it.
No going back. She shuddered at the thought.
She had to know if he was. She just had to find out for herself.
When he came out of the bathroom, she curled into herself slight, placing her hands on the wound. She felt the rush of warm air come from the bathroom as he walked out, his eyes on the ground, ignoring her.
Her heartbeat quickened, thinking he was going to leave without even glancing in her direction.
She almost moved to stand up and follow him when she heard his footsteps cease.
Her body went numb as she felt his eyes take her in. From her head to toes she felt it, and she felt even hotter than in her fantasies.
"Bruce?" She turned to look in his direction, arms crossing over her breasts.
"Bruce, I think," She paused, trying to think of a way to continue. She rolled to her side, her wound facing him more directly; "I think something is wrong."
The silence seemed to last forever as he stood midway between the door and bed.
She was about to just stand straight up and shout; "Look, see me naked? Now strip," when he moved.
This would be much more fun then yelling at him.
He moved towards the edges of the bed, kneeling, his eyes lingering on her silk robe.
Should she have covered up there too? What if it was wrong, what if he needed to see her stark naked before things would progress.
Raven eyed him cautiously. Something was off.
"Bruce?"
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Big Boy POV.
Bruce let the cold water of the shower run over his body. He had been standing there like an idiot for almost five minuets. He stared down at his erection, wondering the entire time if he should just give it a release before he went back out there. No doubt as soon as he saw her again, the thing would just get hard, stiff, and ache all over, like he hadn't done a thing.
He sighed shaking his head before palming himself, thinking about the real thing; maybe sitting on his bed, maybe lying on his bed...naked, drenched and swollen. He lasted less then a minute. He leaned against the wall of the shower for supoort as his release took control of his body.
Of course he was right. As he turned the shower off, he noticed his body didn't seem to want to work the way he wanted it. As if it knew the root of all this was in his bedroom, waiting for him to come out so she could torture him.
He pursed his lips as he reached for a towel. He reached for a pair of pants quickly, stuffing himself into them, quite literally. He grabbed a black t-shirt throwing it on even quicker. He rubbed his hair with a towel, reaching for the doorknob, pausing glancing back at his reflection.
He pulled the back of his shirt up, twisting his body to look at a new bruise that had formed; falling forward a few times to get a good view.
A shoe print; he suspected that it was the Joker's. And he had to admit, it was a damn good shoe print of a bruise. Not that, that was particularly good, just an observation he had made.
Bruce lifted the front of his shirt to stare at the bruises there. Most were smaller then the one on his back, but drew attention to them selves.
Another reason not to sleep with Raven; she suspected too much already, and after seeing these, she'd go crazy.
Great, his reason for not having sex had gone from good to pathetic. His memory traced back towards a thought earlier, something along the lines of he had to protect her not get her in bed. 'That was legit' he thought, rubbing a hand against his chest.
Bruce dropped the shirt, sniffing as he pulled the towel from around his neck away and into the laundry basket.
He opened the bathroom door, walking out, letting the cool air engulf him; his eyes on the floor the entire time, staring at his feet. He wondered where his socks were for awhile, before continuing towards the exit to the bedroom.
Bruce was in between the door and the bed when he did a double take. She was curled up on his bed, holding her side, her black hair surrounding her like a halo, her silk robe covering, only, her sweet secrets.
He looked towards the door, then back at her. He knew he looked like an idiot, glancing between her and the door.
A gentleman would turn his back, telling her of the situation and walk out of the room.
A complete pig would just jump on top of her; spread her thighs and pound right into her.
Bruce, however, was right in the middle of pig and gentleman. He was a gentle-pig. He winced at the thought.
He couldn't move, he thought if he moved in either direction, he'd go through with it. Leaving or jumping her. Whichever.
"Bruce?" she looked up, her arms moving to shield herself from his lust filled gaze. He wanted to pry those arms apart and pin them above her head just so he could look. And maybe take one pink nipple into his mouth...
'Gentlemen.' he had to keep it together. She would most likely scream if he attempted anything.
"Bruce, I think," She paused taking a deep breath while rolling so her wound was facing him fully; "I think something is wrong."
Alright, he had to play doctor.
He took a deep breath before moving from his spot on the floor. The same thoughts repeating over and over in his mind; 'I can do this.'
Wasn't he just the little engine that could?
Bruce couldn't do this. How that fuck had he stitched her up in the first place?
Oh, right, he was still in Batman mode.
He shook his head as if it would help to destroy all the tempting thoughts racing through his mind.
Bruce made his way over to her, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His eyes continuously glancing at the silk robe pooled around her hips.
It would take one simple pull. And then…
"Bruce?" her voice sent him back into reality.
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