He opened up his eyes slowly, trying to remember what had happened.
"Uhn...what?" Looking around him, he found himself in the master bedroom of
Wayne Manor. He turned his head to see a slightly opened window, but in
the process, remembered why he was unconcious in the first place. He
grasped his neck, rubbing it slightly."
"The Kitten brought me home. . ." He noticed the blood that had stained the pillow he was resting on. ". . .did more damage than I thought she could." The marks she had left on his face were deep. He had struck fear in her, and couldn't be happier about it. He stood up from the king sized bed and walked over to the window, hoping that maybe she had stayed to keep a close eye on him, but the woman in black was nowhere to be seen. He heard footsteps, and a figure entered the room. A man stood across the room looking at him in a state of shock.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in the doorway had seen many odd stunts pulled by many disturbed people, but this one was quite new to him.
"Why, kind sir, have you never heard of the dark knight?" The strange intruder smiled at the man.
Bruce stood still, not knowing whether or not the creature standing in front of the window was armed or not. "I doubt you know much about any dark knight, now I suggest you leave."
"I suppose I will." The man casually climbed through the window. Bruce pondered the man's motives and stared back at him. "Ms. Kyle was much more interesting than you." Bruce quickly perked his head up as he witnessed the man jumping from his window sill. He hit the intercom on the wall next to his bed.
"Alfred, lock all gates." His old companion willingly did as he was told.
"Yes, Master Bruce, is something wrong?" Bruce had already ran to the window. He glanced outside of the manor to find that the imposter was gone.
Selina sat in her window, witnessing the glory of dawn hitting Gotham City. She watched all of the people on the street hurrying to get to their jobs or coming home from a late night which they may or may not have any memory of. She rested her head on one shoulder, holding gauze to the other. She tried to use what little aniceptic that she had to help heal the wound, but the pain didn't bother her at this point. Miss Kitty jumped into her lap, sniffing Selina's bandages.
"No no, Miss Kitty, Mommy has work to do." She lifted the cat up from her lap and onto the floor.
"Prrow?" Miss Kitty looked up at her owner. Selina looked down at the shimmering broken glass on the ground beneath her.
"'Better clean this up, wouldn't want you to hurt your paws." She kneeled down and began picking up some of the larger pieces. A flash of his face appeared in her mind, as a piece of the glass cut through her skin.
"Damn. . . I think I'm going to need a few more bandages, Miss Kitty." Going out meant that she had to escape the battered wife look. Her face was quite bruised, he had never done this much damage before. Powdering her face, she found herself unable to look away from the shattered window. She noticed a piece of black cloth beneath the window sill. She picked it up and put it to her nose.
"It's not his scent at all. . ." She slipped the piece of cloth in her coat pocket, and walked towards the door. Glancing once more at the window, she then proceded out of her apartment, and into the light of day.
Bruce approached her apartment in his widely known vehicle of choice. He stepped out, and looked up at her apartment, wondering if she was inside. "Her window. . ."
He climbed up to the window only to find the shattered glass it had created. He also noticed blood stains soaked into the carpet, and the absence of Selina.
Selina left a nearby store, her purse in one hand, and some bandages and aniceptic in the other. She cautiously crossed the street and noticed the alleyway where she had seen him the night before. She felt safer in the light of the morning, and walked towards it. Sniffing the air, she looked for anything he may have left behind. She sighed as she realized that there was no trace of him. Almost turning around, she was stopped by the cold blade she felt upon her neck. The twisted voice spoke to her. "Now then, Kitten, promise not to scream and I promise that this dagger won't impale your throat."
"The Kitten brought me home. . ." He noticed the blood that had stained the pillow he was resting on. ". . .did more damage than I thought she could." The marks she had left on his face were deep. He had struck fear in her, and couldn't be happier about it. He stood up from the king sized bed and walked over to the window, hoping that maybe she had stayed to keep a close eye on him, but the woman in black was nowhere to be seen. He heard footsteps, and a figure entered the room. A man stood across the room looking at him in a state of shock.
"Who the hell are you?" The man in the doorway had seen many odd stunts pulled by many disturbed people, but this one was quite new to him.
"Why, kind sir, have you never heard of the dark knight?" The strange intruder smiled at the man.
Bruce stood still, not knowing whether or not the creature standing in front of the window was armed or not. "I doubt you know much about any dark knight, now I suggest you leave."
"I suppose I will." The man casually climbed through the window. Bruce pondered the man's motives and stared back at him. "Ms. Kyle was much more interesting than you." Bruce quickly perked his head up as he witnessed the man jumping from his window sill. He hit the intercom on the wall next to his bed.
"Alfred, lock all gates." His old companion willingly did as he was told.
"Yes, Master Bruce, is something wrong?" Bruce had already ran to the window. He glanced outside of the manor to find that the imposter was gone.
Selina sat in her window, witnessing the glory of dawn hitting Gotham City. She watched all of the people on the street hurrying to get to their jobs or coming home from a late night which they may or may not have any memory of. She rested her head on one shoulder, holding gauze to the other. She tried to use what little aniceptic that she had to help heal the wound, but the pain didn't bother her at this point. Miss Kitty jumped into her lap, sniffing Selina's bandages.
"No no, Miss Kitty, Mommy has work to do." She lifted the cat up from her lap and onto the floor.
"Prrow?" Miss Kitty looked up at her owner. Selina looked down at the shimmering broken glass on the ground beneath her.
"'Better clean this up, wouldn't want you to hurt your paws." She kneeled down and began picking up some of the larger pieces. A flash of his face appeared in her mind, as a piece of the glass cut through her skin.
"Damn. . . I think I'm going to need a few more bandages, Miss Kitty." Going out meant that she had to escape the battered wife look. Her face was quite bruised, he had never done this much damage before. Powdering her face, she found herself unable to look away from the shattered window. She noticed a piece of black cloth beneath the window sill. She picked it up and put it to her nose.
"It's not his scent at all. . ." She slipped the piece of cloth in her coat pocket, and walked towards the door. Glancing once more at the window, she then proceded out of her apartment, and into the light of day.
Bruce approached her apartment in his widely known vehicle of choice. He stepped out, and looked up at her apartment, wondering if she was inside. "Her window. . ."
He climbed up to the window only to find the shattered glass it had created. He also noticed blood stains soaked into the carpet, and the absence of Selina.
Selina left a nearby store, her purse in one hand, and some bandages and aniceptic in the other. She cautiously crossed the street and noticed the alleyway where she had seen him the night before. She felt safer in the light of the morning, and walked towards it. Sniffing the air, she looked for anything he may have left behind. She sighed as she realized that there was no trace of him. Almost turning around, she was stopped by the cold blade she felt upon her neck. The twisted voice spoke to her. "Now then, Kitten, promise not to scream and I promise that this dagger won't impale your throat."