Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters except for Sandra. She is mine.

Bruce continued to pleasure Sandra in ways she had never known. He is so good at this, Sandra thought. You would have thought he was the professional, but she knew that was not the case. He was like an animal in his movements. He had such grace and passion in every curve of his body. Maybe he was a dancer or something…Sandra thought, but didn't care at this point. He was making love to her (yes, Sandra felt like it was such for the first time) ever so gently. She loved his kisses and when he pulled away for a moment or two, she missed them already. Bruce put his hands and ran them through her curly black hair. He had a soft look on his face. He wanted to ask for something, but seemed at a loss for words. Sandra knew what it was and with a small smile she in turn pleasured Bruce/David back.

Bruce hadn't felt like this with anyone in such a long time, that he began to wonder if he ever had in the first place. Sandra was so gentle and passionate in her movements. Bruce began to imagine what she would be like fighting crime at his side…wait…Bruce realized. That was no longer possible. He would never be able to fight crime again. The police would find him soon and this…all of it…would be over. How sad that the Dark Knight would end up where he was born: in darkness. He looked into Sandra's eyes. She seemed so different from the other women he had been with. They were usually so full of themselves or distracted with schemes on how to obtain his money that they never noticed him, the real him. Suddenly Bruce realized that maybe Sandra would notice the real him and questions would follow.

Sandra mentally took note at how beautiful Bruce/David was now that her own desires had been contained. She looked up at his eyes which were closed lost in a dream. As she embraced in his passion, she began to notice his flesh closer than before. He was remarkably built. It looked like he must work out everyday. There were other things she noticed. They were disturbing things. Sandra placed a gentle hand on the scars on his sides. She ran her hand around them wondering how such a seemingly harmless man could have this happen to him? What did he do in his life? She felt a kindling sense of sadness. Not that she knew him at all since they just met today, but he seemed harmless enough. He hadn't tried to hurt her. Was it pity she felt for him? Was it something more?

Bruce had a content look on his face as he watched Sandra sleeping. It was a peaceful look. It was a short lived happiness that ended when reality hit him hard. Bruce gazed up at the ceiling, arms behind his head. As he became sober, he began to notice all of the cracks and water damage that were in the ceiling tiles. He looked around the room and saw for the first time that there was no wallpaper but rather strips of what little wallpaper remained against the dark paneling. Bruce also recalled how he had gotten here in the first place. That man…how could he have killed him? He was probably as much a victim as any of the people Bruce protected. He was lost in a sea of corruption and Bruce gladly showed him the door for the last time. Bruce looked at his hands, hands that took a man's life. Hands that were blood stained…. Suddenly, Bruce sat up.

"David."

Bruce didn't respond.

"David, "Sandra repeated.

It took Bruce a moment to realize that she was speaking to him.

He looked over at her. Bruce smiled. The look of bliss was fleeting in the least.

"I have to go," he said solemnly while gathering his clothes.

Sandra placed a soft hand upon his chest over one of his scars.

"How did this happen?" she asked.

Bruce seemed to try and distant himself from the question.

"I guess a lot of people don't like me," he said trying to lighten the mood, but Sandra knew what was coming.

Bruce sat up. Sandra continued to stroke him but Bruce refused to allow his lust get the better of him or any feelings he was starting to develop toward her at this time.

He turned to face her, "I am sorry, but I need to go back."

Sandra sat up resting her arm on her head wishing that he would take her with him.

"Where to?"

Bruce looked toward the opened window hearing the sirens racing down the street in the background.

"Home," he replied.