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Now, chapter 35... This will be a little bit interesting. Heh. Hope you all like it. Read, review, and enjoy. Now on with the show.
Lydia removes her boots and sets them in a closet. She peels the bodysuit off, hanging it back up. She places the knife in a drawer, the pistol under her pillow. The dark haired beauty pulls out a pair of black bikini bottoms as well as a matching top. She ties the back out the top just in time as Robert walks in the room. In his hand is a mixed drink. Lydia hasn't eaten all day so this drink, plus a few more, will make her feel things more suddenly.
"Going for a late night swim?" He asks, handing the glass to her.
"Something like that. I'm going to unwind in the hot tub." She replies, sipping her drink.
"Ah, I trust all went well tonight." He states.
Lydia nods her head and grabs a plush towel. "Very well. I am going to retire for the night, if you don't mind Ms. Valmont."
"Oh no, go ahead." She says, making a waving hand motion.
"There is more of your drink downstairs. Goodnight ma'am." He turns and walks away.
Lydia walks out of her bedroom, down the stairs, and through the door to the pool room. She turns the hot tub on, watching as the bubbles begin to rise. She takes a sip from her drink and walks back inside to grab the container in which more of the alcoholic beverage resides in. She pours it into a tall glass and walks back in the other room.
She lowers her half nude body into the tub and shuts her eyes for a moment. Lydia pulls the bandage away from her fresh wound. Joker's cut is a perfect line. She sips her drink and rests her head against the side.
"That's a bad cut. Your boyfriend give it to you?" A male's voice invades her thoughts.
Lydia's eyes snap open and comes across Bruce, or Batman, standing in front of her. Bruce is dressed in his alter ego's attire, without the helmet.
"Ah, Mr. Wayne. So nice of you to break into my home… again." Sarcasm dripping in her voice.
She takes a rather large gulp of her drink. "What can I help you with tonight?" She asks, keeping the glass in her hands.
"What happened to you, Lydia?" He asks, standing still as a statue.
"What do you mean?" Questions with an answer.
"When I first met you, you were sweet, innocent and beautiful. What made you change into 'Damzel'?"
Lydia looks at him for a moment. "So I'm not beautiful now? Jerk." She drinks again from the tall glass.
"Answer me." His voice stern.
"Bruce, the day I bend to your will is the day I die. I'm not going to answer you just because you tell me to." Agitation builds on the hero's face.
"Tell you what. I'll entertain you with an answer." She says, getting out of the hot tub.
Bruce's eyes watch everything other than her face. She dries herself off and walks to a table and chair. Setting down the glass and picks up a cigarette, flame on. "Please do sit down." She motions to the chair across from her.
He sits obediently. Lydia takes a hit and sits down on his lap, rather than the chair. Bruce suddenly has the urge to push her off of him, just to watch her shocked expression.
"See, we all have our little flaws Bruce." Exhaling her smoke and taking another hit compulsively. "Even you. But me…" She exhales, "Joker saw potential in me. I was corruptible and he knew it. Before he came along, I was weak ole Lydia Valmont. I didn't stick up for myself. All the little mouse could do was go 'meep' and run away." She ashes her cigarette and takes another hit.
"Then he came along…" She exhales, lost in a daydream for a moment. "He showed me so many things Bruce. He does things only people think about in the darkest corners of their minds." Bruce shifts underneath Lydia.
"Lydia, you are making him out to be your savior." Lydia giggles.
"In a way he is." She moves slightly to grab her drink. "He rescued me from the meaningless life I was living. He gave me a purpose in life." She takes a gulp.
"Your new purpose in life is to take others?" He asks.
Lydia runs her fingers through his dark locks. She laughs, beginning to feel the effects of her drink.
"What's the real reason you are here Bruce?" Her face lowering down, directly in front of his. "We both know you don't make house calls just to question people about their ways." Her lips dancing in front of his.
Her eyes are lowered until her sentence is finished, her eyes now looking into his. Bruce's eyes watch Lydia's hovering lips. An internal conflict is waging war inside of Bruce. He felt the same way when Catwoman was in town. There is no love coming from this thoughts.
Bruce glances up and locks eyes with Lydia. Why am I here? Without another thought, Bruce cups Lydia's face and brings their lips together. The kiss is almost the same in the way the Joker shares his with Lydia. It's hard, forceful and passionate. Lydia opens her mouth slightly, allowing for the kiss to deepen. She begins to laugh in his mouth.
Bruce breaks the kiss and shoves the young woman to the ground. Lydia is still laughing, her eyes shut. "Oh Batboy," She gets out, still laughing, "You just kissed a murderer, and liked it!"
Her laughter ceases. "Oh, you are something else. You hate it don't you? Torn. Torn between what is right and what you truly want. You want me yet I am 'bad'. You're the hero, I'm the villain. Tell me, how does it feel?" She asks, a dangerous tone in her drunken voice.
Bruce kicks her in the side. Lydia lets out a drunken shriek and clenches her eyes shut. She opens them after a few moments to discover Bruce has disappeared. She begins to giggle as she pushes herself up. She grabs her drink and walks back inside. She must rest before she takes her hit out.
Hope you enjoyed it. It's a nice little twist to the storyline. Her new hit will be revealed in the next chapter. Some of you all have guessed who it is and he might have been in this chapter. But I can be joking. Please review and let me know what you think!