WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Okay, I figure that all of y'all are smart enough to figure out that the dialogue between theses guys are spoken in another language other than English, and of course, in this case, it would be Spanish. So yeah, you guys all probably knew that, but just in case. Anyway, bla bla bla, sorry this chapter took so long, but I've been having some issues writing, I hope I'm over it. But we'll see.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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All it took was the order from the Commissioner to go home, and Montoya was on her way. She didn't even argue with him. Exhaustion had begun to set in hours earlier.
"You can drop me off here," she said already unbuckling her seat belt.
"You sure?" The roughness in Bullock's voice seemed to slip away just a bit.
"Yeah, I need some aspirin, and I'm out at my place."
"Alright." He stopped the car in front of the small store. "Get some sleep," Montoya's partner demanded. Then he added, "I'll see ya tomorrow," just before she shut the door.
As the car drove off, the detective pulled her keys out, and flipped through them until she found the familiar gold one. She glanced up at the sign across the window, Montoya's Grocery, before she drug her feet around to the back.
She went to unlock the door, but stopped. It was already open. Her father never left the door unlocked.
Hugging the wall, she could feel her breathing speed up, her chest rising and falling at an elevated pace. She pulled her gun out in front of her and closed her eyes for just a moment. She mentally calmed herself, preparing her for the worst. She gripped the door handle and turned slowly. She waited until it hit the wall, then just like she had done thousands of times she flipped around the corner and held her gun in front of her, ready for anything.
She stopped spotting a figured hunched down behind the cash register.
"Freeze!" Montoya's voice filled the small grocery story. "Stand up slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them!"
The man did as he was told, and stood with his hands raised. Montoya squinted trying to make out the man's face.
Renee asked. She reached for the lights and switched them on. It was her father.
He started to laugh.
Renee laughed, holstering her gun. I
I heard about the explosion. Benny said he saw you on the tv. I wish you would have called us.
Renee grabbed a bottle of Advil and water. I'm sorry, Poppa. I was sort of busy. She opened the bottle, struggling for just a moment on the child safety.
I mean, you don't want to leave someone at home not knowing where you are.
She pulled the cotton out from on top of the pills, and shoved it in her pocket.
Rolling her eyes, she took a swig of the water. It was always the same thing with him. Renee bent over and kissed her father on the top of his head.
She left the shop ignoring her father's mumblings on how she should be running her life. But it wasn't his choice, she told herself.
Arguing with her father in her head, Renee walked the three blocks to her apartment. Renee remembered overhearing a conversation her parents were having just a few days earlier. Her father was convinced she didn't want to live a normal life.
Renee sighed as she finally reached her apartment.
The keys clanked noisily as they hit the wood stand next to the front door. Her gun followed. Renee sighed, resting her back against the closed door. This city was too fast, things were ever changing. As a detective, she could never sleep, never rest and she would still be missing so much. And she hated it.
That's why she came home to an empty apartment every night. There weren't enough hours in the day, days in the week.
Her father was wrong. It wasn't that she didn't want a husband, a family, it was just . just .
A soft groan escaped her throat. What she would give to have a husband right now. It had been so long since she had been with a man, been . happy. She could feel the longing deep in her stomach.
Sleep. She just needed some sleep. With all the strength she had left, she pushed herself away from the door and started into the dark, empty apartment.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even hear the breathing of the person behind her until he grabbed her, his hand across her mouth.
Renee's heart skipped a beat. Her gun was at least eight feet from her, and she could tell by the angle of the man's arm, he was taller than her, quite a bit taller. And stronger.
Behind her she heard a soft laugh, and her eyes widened. She would know that laugh anywhere. Two-Face.
"If I let you go ." he breathed on her neck, tracing her jaw line with a finger, "will you scream?"
She fought to prevent her eyes from closing in his touch. No, she thought, I wouldn't scream. She shook her head, reassuring Two-Face.
"Good," he almost cooed in her ear. Slowly he slid his hand from her mouth down her neck and across her shoulder. This time her eyes did flutter shut. She could barely remember the last time she had seen Harvey without a piece of glass between them, when he touched her, but she knew it didn't feel like this. This was amazing. And all she wanted was more.
His strong hands found themselves over taunt muscles along Renee's shoulder and back. Deft fingers pushed into the knots, and slowly worked the tension out.
A million and one thoughts were flying threw Renee's head. This was wrong. This was so wrong.
"Mmm," her voice barely escaped her throat as Harvey's hand dove deeper into her muscles. She could feel him shifting his weight. He was moving closer to her, his head bent almost to her neck. He was ... he was ... Two- Face!
"No!" Montoya gasped taking a huge step away from him. She flipped around finally thinking clearly. "Harvey, what are you doing here?"
He stood in front of her for a moment, not exactly knowing what to say. Slowly he shoved his hands deep in his suit pockets. "I need your help."
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Okay, I figure that all of y'all are smart enough to figure out that the dialogue between theses guys are spoken in another language other than English, and of course, in this case, it would be Spanish. So yeah, you guys all probably knew that, but just in case. Anyway, bla bla bla, sorry this chapter took so long, but I've been having some issues writing, I hope I'm over it. But we'll see.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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All it took was the order from the Commissioner to go home, and Montoya was on her way. She didn't even argue with him. Exhaustion had begun to set in hours earlier.
"You can drop me off here," she said already unbuckling her seat belt.
"You sure?" The roughness in Bullock's voice seemed to slip away just a bit.
"Yeah, I need some aspirin, and I'm out at my place."
"Alright." He stopped the car in front of the small store. "Get some sleep," Montoya's partner demanded. Then he added, "I'll see ya tomorrow," just before she shut the door.
As the car drove off, the detective pulled her keys out, and flipped through them until she found the familiar gold one. She glanced up at the sign across the window, Montoya's Grocery, before she drug her feet around to the back.
She went to unlock the door, but stopped. It was already open. Her father never left the door unlocked.
Hugging the wall, she could feel her breathing speed up, her chest rising and falling at an elevated pace. She pulled her gun out in front of her and closed her eyes for just a moment. She mentally calmed herself, preparing her for the worst. She gripped the door handle and turned slowly. She waited until it hit the wall, then just like she had done thousands of times she flipped around the corner and held her gun in front of her, ready for anything.
She stopped spotting a figured hunched down behind the cash register.
"Freeze!" Montoya's voice filled the small grocery story. "Stand up slowly, and keep your hands where I can see them!"
The man did as he was told, and stood with his hands raised. Montoya squinted trying to make out the man's face.
Renee asked. She reached for the lights and switched them on. It was her father.
He started to laugh.
Renee laughed, holstering her gun. I
I heard about the explosion. Benny said he saw you on the tv. I wish you would have called us.
Renee grabbed a bottle of Advil and water. I'm sorry, Poppa. I was sort of busy. She opened the bottle, struggling for just a moment on the child safety.
I mean, you don't want to leave someone at home not knowing where you are.
She pulled the cotton out from on top of the pills, and shoved it in her pocket.
Rolling her eyes, she took a swig of the water. It was always the same thing with him. Renee bent over and kissed her father on the top of his head.
She left the shop ignoring her father's mumblings on how she should be running her life. But it wasn't his choice, she told herself.
Arguing with her father in her head, Renee walked the three blocks to her apartment. Renee remembered overhearing a conversation her parents were having just a few days earlier. Her father was convinced she didn't want to live a normal life.
Renee sighed as she finally reached her apartment.
The keys clanked noisily as they hit the wood stand next to the front door. Her gun followed. Renee sighed, resting her back against the closed door. This city was too fast, things were ever changing. As a detective, she could never sleep, never rest and she would still be missing so much. And she hated it.
That's why she came home to an empty apartment every night. There weren't enough hours in the day, days in the week.
Her father was wrong. It wasn't that she didn't want a husband, a family, it was just . just .
A soft groan escaped her throat. What she would give to have a husband right now. It had been so long since she had been with a man, been . happy. She could feel the longing deep in her stomach.
Sleep. She just needed some sleep. With all the strength she had left, she pushed herself away from the door and started into the dark, empty apartment.
She was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't even hear the breathing of the person behind her until he grabbed her, his hand across her mouth.
Renee's heart skipped a beat. Her gun was at least eight feet from her, and she could tell by the angle of the man's arm, he was taller than her, quite a bit taller. And stronger.
Behind her she heard a soft laugh, and her eyes widened. She would know that laugh anywhere. Two-Face.
"If I let you go ." he breathed on her neck, tracing her jaw line with a finger, "will you scream?"
She fought to prevent her eyes from closing in his touch. No, she thought, I wouldn't scream. She shook her head, reassuring Two-Face.
"Good," he almost cooed in her ear. Slowly he slid his hand from her mouth down her neck and across her shoulder. This time her eyes did flutter shut. She could barely remember the last time she had seen Harvey without a piece of glass between them, when he touched her, but she knew it didn't feel like this. This was amazing. And all she wanted was more.
His strong hands found themselves over taunt muscles along Renee's shoulder and back. Deft fingers pushed into the knots, and slowly worked the tension out.
A million and one thoughts were flying threw Renee's head. This was wrong. This was so wrong.
"Mmm," her voice barely escaped her throat as Harvey's hand dove deeper into her muscles. She could feel him shifting his weight. He was moving closer to her, his head bent almost to her neck. He was ... he was ... Two- Face!
"No!" Montoya gasped taking a huge step away from him. She flipped around finally thinking clearly. "Harvey, what are you doing here?"
He stood in front of her for a moment, not exactly knowing what to say. Slowly he shoved his hands deep in his suit pockets. "I need your help."