A/N It's been a bit long since I updated, apologies for that, but here it is. As always let me know what you think, I'd really appreciate if you'd jot me down a review. Cheers!
Kicking open the front doors of Gotham Museum, I watched as the goons in their masks ran amuck as they began to smash and obliterated everything in their path. Listening to my flats click along the tiled floor, it was late at night as I peered around the several displays of archaeological finds and wax remakes. I was in search of something much more valuable, and much more alive.
After being rescued by the Joker from the clutches of GCPD, I had remembered that I had a certain 'promise' to live up to, and what kind of person would I be if I didn't keep it? Certainly not a liar. So, after detailed research and a rather good memory, I had stumbled upon a person who goes by the name of Doctor June Moon – an archaeologist who works at this very establishment. Tonight is just the first step in a long line of many.
Listening to the loud thud of heavy footsteps, I watched as two security guards came rushing toward us with their black batons and flash lights. Grabbing my gun, I fired off several rounds as I continued to walk forward. Not really bothering with my aim or the fact I could have shot one of the goons, I continued to pull the trigger until one of the guards dropped to the floor, dead. Wailing out, the other man continued to splutter at the beating he was now receiving; blood dripping down his nose.
Making my way toward him, the goons backed off as I crouched down and took his I.D badge and any keys he had on his person. Watching the middle aged man peer up at me with a groan; his eye almost swollen shut, I pressed the barrel of my gun to his temple "A women named June Moon works here. Where is she?" I asked plainly, a slight high to my voice.
"I'm not telling you anything" he choked back, clearly in pain.
"Don't be brave" pressing the gun harder against his skull, I asked again "tell me where she is, and I promise I won't kill you…" flickering his gaze to the lifeless corpse in familiar uniform, it didn't take him long to nod his head before telling me.
"She's in the Science Department. Down there" he nodded "you'll need my key card – the passcode's one, nine, four, zero…" watching him look down with defeat, I rose to my feet; satisfied with the information I had been given.
"Kill him" I ordered. Listening to the few loud and hurried pleas of the security guard, a bang had echoed out before we continued our way to the very back of the museum; where all the labs were located "I want the Doctor alive – but no one else leaves this building"
Staring up at the small monitor screen situated in their lab, Doctor June Moon and her fellow peers stood shaking in their skin "They won't get in will they?" asked a young woman with short brown hair, her arms crossed over her chest.
"We've called the Police Vanessa" replied an elderly man named David, a few wisps of grey hair atop his nearly balled head "we just have to wait and they'll be here any minute. We're all going to be okay" raising hands to the handful of other staff members, he tried to calm them all down and assure them.
"What are they after?" came a masculine voice belonging to Richard "it's a museum. There's nothing here of any value. At least not to them"
"Something tells me there not here for the exhibitions" came the soft voice of June Moon as she turned to look away from the monitor; Amara and the band of goons walking past the two dead security guards "…maybe they're looking for us. We're the only ones here"
"Were archaeologist June, that's insane" replied Richard, but little did he know the idea wasn't as 'insane' as he thought.
Frowning, June glanced at the floor in thought before marching off to her desk. Picking up her phone, she dialled the only number she knew would be able to help "…Rick, it's me – there's people in the museum. We're stuck in the lab. They're coming"
Scanning the security card along the side of the keypad, a green sign flashed saying 'Passcode Required'. Entering the four digit code, a buzz sounded out before one of the goons pushed it open. Standing back as the others went through, a camera above had caught my attention as it stared down the hallway we had come from. Smirking, I knew – they've been watching. I could only imagine what they were thinking. What was going through their heads? Were they shaking in their bones, or scattering trying to find a way out? No doubt one of them would have called the Police, but that doesn't matter.
Following the goons, we walked down a white hallway with several room branching off to either side; almost all of them being labs filled with filing draws and examination tables. Searching with their guns in hand, the goons went into each and every room; leaving no table unturned. Doctor June was bound to be here somewhere, and if I had to guess – they would most likely be huddled together in an isolated room.
Turning down two more short and narrow hallways the colour of sickly white, a goon had called out at the very end of the hallway. Standing in front of a frosted doorway, he nodded to the handle and security pad "Hey Boss. This ones locked…I think there in here"
"Of course they are" I hummed "…break it"
Nodding his head "You got it Boss" watching the other goons as some of them joined in trying to take down the door, I heard a feminine yelp echo from the other side and I couldn't help but grin. That wouldn't have been Doctor June, I'll give her more credit than that. Listening to the sound of a few bullets and the shattering of glass, the door had finally been knocked off its hinges to crumble to the floor.
Stepping through with my gun in hand, the lab was large and extensive; there were all sorts of weird and wonderful things in here. Turning my head to the right, I found the doctors of science all huddled near the corner; an elderly man standing at the front as a type of human shield. Did he think he could save them?
Standing behind me, two of the goons looked menacing under the florescent light; their masks proving to be frightful "What's your business here?" grumbled the old man. He stood as if we were equals. He stood as if he were not afraid, not in the least.
"Nothing that concerns you" I replied before nodding my head. Walking forward, the goon to my left grasped the old man before shoving him roughly to the side and onto his knees. Scanning my eyes over the trembling crowed, a certain woman with dirty blonde hair and rimmed glasses caught my attention – it was her. The woman I've been searching for, trying to hide.
Stalking forward, the crowd parted with winces before I reached out and grabbed a hold of the blonde "You're coming with me Doctor" dragging her to my side, she tried to pull from my grip but I kept a tight hold.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" she hissed back with a slight squeal.
"As much as I would like to have this conversation, I've got places to be and people to kill – so if you don't mind, I'd like you to be a bit more compliable with my plans" hitting the blonde over the head, she instantly fell to the ground unconscious. Looking up at the rest of the people, I turned back around "it's time to leave"
After one of the goons had swung the limp doctor over his shoulder, we continued our way to the front of the museum and past the double doors. Hurrying to the parked and waiting van, the back doors swung open and Doctor June was quickly handed over. Getting inside, I could hear the faint sirens of police cars echo out. I found it typical – they don't show up until the last minute. When there's no point. When there's nothing they can do to stop what's about to happen.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the van, a ring tone suddenly echoed out and I turned to see it was the Doctors. Being handed the device, I held it up to my ear and listened to the familiar voice "June. I'm nearly there. Where are the cops? Are they at the museum? Ju-"
Cutting off the soldier, I replied "I'm sorry. Doctor Moon's unavailable right now" sighing, I felt the rumble of the engine as we started to drive off down the road.
"Who is this?" questioned the soldier with a growl.
"You better hurry Rick – time is ticking"
"Amara? Is that you?" he questioned with a tone of disbelief "where's June? What have you done with her?!"
"Can you feel your heart racing?" I asked, ignoring his question "can you feel that gut wrenching feeling twist away at your insides? You're scared…" I stated "I know you are…you fought equally as hard as you fell – so deeply and madly in love..."
"If you so much as touch her I'll kill you. Do you understand me Amara?" he asked with a seething tone. Licking my lips, I would do anything just to see the look on his face. He must be absolutely dying on the inside.
"I once gave you the same threat, do you remember?" chuckling, I added "I guess you and me aren't that different after all" hanging up the phone, I threw the device out the window before opening up the glove box of the van. Taking out a remote control, I drew up the small steel antenna "I always do like a good show – especially when they involve fireworks" flicking the cap, I pressed down on the red switch.
Watching from the rear view mirror, I laughed as a loud and bright explosion filled the night sky in a brilliant flash of colour – it was beautiful.
His heart had sank further than the deepest depth of the Earth, and it had shattered into a million irreparable pieces. He couldn't believe it, all there was were flames and debris. Pulling up with a sharp squeak of his tires, Rick Flag exited his car in a hurry to rush to the scene. Watching the police stand guard just outside, a red fire truck had pulled up no long ago and was now being prepared to extinguish raging inferno.
Rushing forward, Rick Flag's eyes were trained on the crumbled concrete. All he could think about was that June was still inside – even if she was dead, she was still there; buried underneath the rubble "Sir" called an officer as he held out a hand to stop the soldier from getting any closer "you can't go past. I'm gonna need you to back up"
"June…" he spoke with a slight choke in his voice "she was inside"
Looking down, the officer had a look of pity in his eye "…I'm sorry sir"
Ignoring the man's condolences, Rick Flag turned around and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair. He could barely think. Breathing in and out, he could feel tears well in his eyes but he didn't dare let any of them fall. He couldn't cry, that's what she would have wanted – to seem him break. Clenching his fist, Rick Flag stormed back to his car and drove off with a burning rage in his heart – he wanted revenge.
Running my fingers through my brown locks, I closed my eyes as I felt the breeze of the cool air run over my face. Breathing in, the scent of freshly cut grass and fumes wafted past my nose – a peculiar but calming mix.
Heading toward a secure place located down in the narrows, several neon signs flashed past my eyes as we pulled up into a dark alleyway. Watching the handful of goons get out of the back, they carted the still unconscious June Moon into the bricked building to my right – one of Jokers many safe houses "Stay with her for the rest of the night, and make sure nothing happens" I ordered.
"Sure thing Boss"
Once all the goons except the driver had exited the car and gone into the building, the engine rumbled slightly before we pulled back out onto the street. Heading past several apartments and business firms, we were just on the outskirts of Gotham city before we slowly entered through the black double gates of Jokers mansion. It was a welcoming site as I felt the familiar sting of fatigue behind my eyes. Listening to the crunch of gravel, the van came to a halt before I swung the door open and got out with a big stretch of my arms. It's been a long night.
Closing the door, I began to walk toward the step of the mansion as the van disappeared back down the drive way; heading straight toward the safe house. Entering through the double doors, I looked around to see no one here to greet my return home. Not all that bothered or concerned, I went to stumble toward my bedroom when Harley stopped mid-step on the grand stair case "I was wondering who that was. You know Mistah J's been lookin for you all day. We've been worried" she said with a concerned face and a slight pout.
"I've been here, I've been there. I'm tired Harley" I grumbled. Turning to start walking, I stopped once again at her perky voice.
"You should at least tell him your home"
"And why would I do that?" I asked sluggishly "isn't that your job?"
Crossing her arms over her pale chest, she gave me a roll of her eyes "Just go see how he is – you know he's been grumpy lately" stated Harley "he must be gettin stressed again" she added with a mutter under her breath before turning to go back up the steps..
"Why do I have to do everything in this house?" I mumbled under my breath with a sigh, turning around I marched toward the entertainment room. Standing in the large door way, I leant against the frame as I heard a clink of the cue ball. Playing pool, Joker stood with a menacing and concentrative face; it would almost be classified as a scowl, but I wanted to be optimistic.
"I heard you've been a very busy girl" spoke Joker. Not turning to face me, he walked around the pool table before chalking up his cue; his eyes focused on the game. Leaning over, he positioned himself before pushing with his arm; sending a ball straight into one of the sockets.
"I was taking care of something"
"Is that so?" dropping his pool cue onto the blue fabric of the table, he turned to look at me straight on before stalking forward. Standing still, he stopped half way at the small table beside one of the fine leather lounges. Filling a glass half full of bourbon, he took a sip before sitting down on his single lounge chair "how exciting" he grumbled.
Frowning, I tilted my head and looked him up and down. He looked both equally parts angry and morbid. I admit, I've seen him like this before, but it's usually only when he's having a very bad day. I wonder what happened to make him like this. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been good.
Making my way over, I stood just in front of him as he took another swig of his drink. Taking it from his hands, I straddled his lap and looked into his eyes "What's wrong? Why aren't you happy?" placing my hand lightly on either side of his face, I went to make him smile when his hand slapped me away and his legs shifted; sending me tumbling to the floor with a thud. Slowly sitting back up, I sat on the floor with my chin resting on his knee "your mad" I stated.
"Is that your idea of a compliment? Because I'm flattered"
Sighing, I replied "I don't like it when you're like this – I hate it when you don't smile" tracing small circles into the fabric that covered his knee just in front of where my chin rested, I felt him shift to lean forward.
"Then why don't you give me something to smile about…"
Registering his words in a heartbeat, I peered up through my long black lashes. Slowey moving forward, my cheek now rested on his thigh as my fingers wandered up to tug on the zipper of his pants. Nudging my way in-between his legs, I stared into his eyes for a second longer until I leant forward and wrapped my lips around his throbbing member. With nothing but the slight noise of sucking and shallow breathing, I had found a steady rhythm that made him let out a low and brief growl.
Feeling his strong hands suddenly wrap around my upper arms, I was pulled from the floor and placed onto his lap. Running his hands up the sides of my thighs, my own rested on his shoulders as he pushed the edge of my dress up. Tearing my underwear to the side, I barely had time to keep up with the flurry of motions when I felt him push his way inside of me with little warning.
Feeling my stomach clench as I let out a whimper of a moan, I buried my head into the crook of his neck where I could smell the strong but alluring scent of his cologne. Digging his nails into the flesh of my thighs, I winced as I knew they would most definitely leave half-moon indents on my skin. Grinding my hips up and down, I loved the feeling that sent shocks of pleasure up my spine.
Moving his masculine hands over my hips to rest on the bottom of my back, I felt him push and pull my body against him in more harder and drawn out motions – it felt even better than before. Leaning back to look at him, my body had grown hot and I could feel a thin sheen of sweat start to form on my forehead. Panting, his grey eyes were captivating as I pressed my lips against his –addictive. Rough and soft, all at the same time.
Pulling away, my chin rested back onto his shoulder "You're so good for me..." he spoke in a hushed tone. Wrapping his hands under my thighs, he tugged me closer; burying every inch of himself until there was no room left between us. Letting out a startled moan at the odd and very filling sensation, his arms had wrapped around my waist in a somewhat tight embrace; his hips jolting up in sharp and deep thrusts.
Feeling my legs trembled as a wave of heat and wetness pooled between my thighs, I could barely concentrate as I closed my eyes; the tightening sensation of my stomach becoming overwhelming. Starting to squirm under his hold, I wasn't able to move as much as I would like, but instead I continued to sit as a tingling wave of pleasure coursed through my body; my vision turning into a black galaxy of stars.
Lying on his couch in nothing but boxers and a white singlet, Rick Flag was surrounded by various bottles of booze; most of them either completely empty or half full. Walking forward with careful steps, Amanda Waller eyed the living room with shock at the scene before her. She never imagined herself every finding a site quite like this – especially when it came to Rick Flag. Waller's always known him to be a composed and intelligent man. Now here he is – looking like he hadn't shaved or taken a shower in days.
"Rick" called Amanda with a stern voice. Watching the man stir in his sleep, he didn't wake up which made her call out his name once again "Rick!"
Jolting up in fright, the soldier reached for his gun on the coffee table in instinct. Holding it up at Waller, the woman took a step back with a glare in her eyes. Waiting for his vision to come into focus, reality had finally struck causing the soldier to let out a scoff before lowering his gun "What the hell are you doing here?" he questioned with a grumble.
"I've come baring good news" dropping a thin folder onto the coffee table, Waller explained "I got the report this morning – they only found five bodies. Three of them were in the lab, the other two were security guards…she isn't dead Rick. She was taken" gesturing to the folder, she added "take a look for yourself. The lab and autopsy reports are all there"
Wiping a hand over his stumbled chin, Rick sighed before his head lolled down to look at the floor. This was all coming too fast, but he understood what she was saying. Not making a move, Rick didn't want to look at the folders, he didn't want to see their faces "So where is she then?" grumbled the soldier.
"I don't know, but we've got a team searching…" looking back around the apartment, Waller's eyes focused on the man hunched over on the lounge "get yourself cleaned up Rick. Meet me outside…we need your help"
After heading back to the safe house the next day to collect Doctor Moon and some of the goons, we were currently heading to one of the local parks close to north side. Rolling my eyes, I listened to the Doctors muffled protests as she sat in the back with a brown sack covering her head. Pulling up at a red traffic light, I rose from my seat to get into the back.
"You shouldn't squirm so much Doctor…" pulling off the sack covering her face, her blonde hair was dishelmed and her glasses absent; a strip of wounded cloth keeping her from speaking "we wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, now would we?" watching, her green eyes glared up at me as she tugged on her restraints "what's wrong? Not comfortable?" I asked mockingly "maybe you've got something to say…"
Tugging down the cloth from around her mouth, she instantly snapped "You're not going to get away with this! There'll be people looking for me"
"I'm counting on it…" holding up a switch blade, her eyes went wide as I pulled her forward. Cutting the ties that bound her wrists together, she had a look of shock and confusion as the van had suddenly pulled up; the doors swinging open to welcome in the blaring sunlight "it's been nice having you Doctor" pushing the woman out of the car, I watched as she tumbled to the ground.
Getting up off the ground, a grin had etched its way onto my face as she stared toward the van; her lips slightly apart. Giving a short wave, the doors to the van were soon closed and I sat back into the passenger seat.
The plan was never to kill the Doctor, it was to make the soldier suffer. To make him feel the deepest level of guilt, sadness and anger. I knew how much she meant to him, and how much it would destroy him to know that she was dead. To see it all happen before his eyes. Of course, it wouldn't be long until forensics came up one body short, but by that time the Doctor would have wandered her way back home, and Rick would finally see – it was all just a joke.
A/N What if I told you that I've already written the next chapter...