ALICIA GETS SAVED
by Gunman

Disclaimer: I do not own Batman 1989, their characters or anything else here. Except my OC.

Summary: Everyone knows what happened to Alicia Hunt during the Batman movie. But what if, she was saved by someone who cared for her?

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Alicia Hunt was once the face of fashion, cosmetics and beauty in general. Having started her modeling career at a young age she was the epitome of what a model should have been. Extremely beautiful, tall and elegant-looking, blond haired, blue-eyed, with curves in all the right places, and not a blemish in sight. As high-class and glamorous a fashionista as you could get, she never wore anything less than the best. Which her sponsors insisted on to sell their wares and merch.

She had graced the cover of Vogue, had murals and paintings done of her in your youth.

And then she turned 30.

The fickle fashion industry quickly moved on to the newest fresh face, and Alicia was out. That was right before she met Carl Grissom. Alicia knew right away who and what he was, but his honest confessions of love and admiration gave her something she hadn't felt in a while.

Hope for the future.

She was still in her prime when she had been passed over for the new jobs, and then dropped completely. Even her agent had left her for a new model.

That was why she embraced being Carl Grissom's mistress.

Carl absolutely adored Alicia, lavishing her with money and luxuries she had once had in her old life, but more so because he was richer than her past boyfriends. Plus he also made her feel safe, since he was such a powerful and ruthless individual.

While Alicia could honestly say that she liked Carl, because he took care of her when every one else had just dropped her, and because he said he loved her more than anything else, she couldn't say she loved him back. Carl was at least twice her age, old enough to be her father or even grandfather, and Alicia still had needs. Needs that Carl could not meet despite his best efforts. She had taken advantage of his affection though, making him feel like he was king of the world while spending her days shopping and getting her nails done, etc.

No one in Grissom's organization was allowed to touch her.

However, one had.

Jack Napier was everything Grissom was, only younger. He was a long-time career hood, even from a young age. He was Carl's right-hand man. And, of course, younger.

Alicia had turned a blind-eye to Carl's underhanded and dirty dealings, and Jack was the same if not more so. He had killed, probably more than Carl had, and was not the least bit put off by it. And then there was his often dismissive, 'devil-may-care' attitude towards just about everyone. Even her at times.

He was a criminal and a ruthless killer, and Alicia knew that eventually Carl would retire, or be retired, and Jack would step in. So, in order to continue her comfortable lifestyle, Alicia had hitched her star to Jack. Even if there was something about Jack that worried her. It was more than his 'bad boy' attitude, which was something else that had attracted her to both Jack and Carl. It was as if Jack had a side to him that Carl didn't. A more... dangerous side.

But there was one thing she missed. A mutual attraction.

While she knew that Carl did love her, and Jack was at least attracted to her, she was worried that their ambitions and careers would one day be the end of them. And then where would she be? Would she have to find a new lover? A new sugar daddy? Even her past boyfriends were only with her for her looks.

She was Carl's girlfriend and Jack's lover, but she wasn't married to either of them. Legally, she had nothing that wasn't given or provided to her.

Most of the people who worked for Carl and Jack weren't all that interesting to Alicia. None of them really caught her eye. Heck, she avoided them, and they avoided her, for one reason or another. Even the other crime bosses in Gotham didn't appeal to her.

However, there was one guy that did.

His name was Steven Wilson Barnes. He was new to Carl's organization. Even Jack hadn't met him yet. He had been apart of the Bludhaven mob for some time before coming to Gotham.

At 30 years old he was tall, very athletic and actually had a degree of respect for everyone around him. That wasn't to say he hadn't done bad things.

Short black hair, brown eyes and unlike most of Grissoms or Jacks underlings, quite handsome.

He came highly recommended, so Carl had given Steven the job of driving Alicia around, make sure she was safe. It had only been a couple of times, but Alicia seemed taken with the man. And she wasn't blind to the fact he had been staring at her once too often.

While most would have played it off as it being his job, Alicia knew the looks of interest he had been giving her. It was the same look Carl always gave her.

A fact she was going to take full advantage of.

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Steve worked for Grissom's crew out of Crime Alley.

It was where a majority of his business came from.

Chop shops, smuggling, gambling, protection, even drugs and hired hits.

Steve's job was mostly muscle.

He had done so well that Grissom had given him the job of driving his girlfriend, Alicia Hunt, around to make her errands. It was mostly shopping trips, but Grissom wanted her protected.

Alicia was older than him by a few years, (maybe ten?) but she was still a looker. He knew she was a model before becoming Grissoms mistress years earlier, but she still had it.

Steve had only driven her around for a few days, but he knew her routine: workout in the morning, shopping in the afternoon and evening. Simple enough. And all Steve had to do was accompany her, drive her around and make sure she was protected.

There was, of course, an unspoken but well-known rule, about never touching the bosses girl.

Steve, however, found that some rules get broken whether he wanted to break them or not.

He was delivering a special package to Miss Hunt's room. Something she had mail-ordered. She had instructed him to bring it to her when it arrived. He knocked on the door to her private room.

"Come in." a voice said.

Steve went inside.

Her room was very nice. Like a luxury penthouse apartment in a fancy hotel. Grissom really did spend a lot of money on her. The room was done up in several dark colors, mostly blues and black, but it had some shades of pink and white, mostly around the bed.

"Miss Hunt?" he called out.

"Yes?" a voice called from the bathroom.

The door was open and steam was coming out of it. The only light in the room was coming from the bathroom and the thin shards of light from the moon that was outside the windows itself. He could only imagine what she was wearing in the bathroom.

"I have a package for you." he replied.

She smirked as she heard him say that.

"Can you put it on the table, by my bed?"

Steve looked over and saw that the table was much further inside her bedroom. He hadn't wanted to linger, despite his curiosity and interest. He walked across the room and put the package on the table then turned around to leave. However, he froze when he saw the blond beauty herself, standing in front of her bedroom door, closing and locking it. She was dressed in an extremely sexy black silk teddy that fit loosely on her body, showing off her ample cleavage, long legs and flawless skin.

What's more she was leaning forward to show off the deep valley of her cleavage to him.

"Miss Hunt!" he gasped as he saw her.

"Call me Alicia." she said as she sauntered over to him.

"Uh, what are you..." he asked, unable to look away from her sexy body.

"You got my package. Thank you. I should really... reward you for that." she said in a sultry tone.

"You don't have to." he said, now realizing that the package was her way to get him alone.

"Oh, but I want to. And what I really want..." she said, caressing his obvious bulge in his pants. "...is you."

"Uh, Alicia... if Mr. Grissom found out..." Steve said, clearly uncomfortable with her touching him, yet it was turning on his arousal even more.

"Carl is busy this evening. Took Jack with him. They'll probably be gone all night. And I'm feeling... lonely. Aren't you?" she said coyly.

"Well, yes. But you're... and I'm..."

"It's cute you're trying to be so innocent. Especially with this. Why? Are you a virgin?" she teased the handsome younger man.

Steve had taken a lot of guff in his life. But there were certain buttons you only had to push once to get him to react.

Seeing that she wanted him, even for one night, and he wanted her, he reacted. He wrapped his arm around Alicias waist and pulled her hard against him.

"OH!" she gasped in surprise at his forcefulness.

"I'll show you I'm not."

His lips smashed into hers, causing Alicia to gasp once again as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

He pushed her back against the nearest wall, the one closest to the bed, pushing his body against her and causing her to pant hard. Her left leg went up and caressed his side, his right hands grabbing her leg and holding it close while he rubbed his hand up her thigh.

"I want you." she said hotly, rubbing her nearly naked body against his.

She grabbed his shirt and began pulling it up his body. He finished the job, pulling his shirt up and over his body, revealing his ripped and chiseled body. Alicia's hands instantly ran over his chest and abs, savoring the feel of his hard, muscled form.

"Just like I thought." she said as she licked her lips hungrily.

Steve pressed himself against Alicia against, kissing her deeply, his hands roaming over her body, starting at her shapely ass and caressing the silk material against her skin. He moved up her back to grab the lace straps of her teddy. She gasped when she felt him pull the teddy off her shoulders and down her body, leaving her naked from the waist up.

His chest was pressed against her bare breasts, rubbing against her skin, his dark eyes staring into her blue orbs with clear desire. His hardening manhood brushed against her moistening entrance and she shuddered at the rough feel against the thin silky material.

The whole thing was turning her on even more.

He unzipped his pants, pulling them down as his manhood sprang free. He gripped her left leg and lifted it up, roughly pushing the lower part of her teddy aside to give him enough leverage and access to penetrate her in one go. His manhood touched her lips and within a second he was inside her, an act that caused her to scream.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she gasped as Steve began thrusting into her beautiful body "AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" she shuddered with each stroke.

"You think a virgin could do this?" he said cockily as he pumped harder and deeper.

"NO! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!" She groaned through clenched teeth. "DON'T STOP! DON'T STOP!" she shouted as he lifted her legs off the ground, holding her up as he continued to thrust into her against the wall.

He was larger than either Jack or Carl. Younger and more athletic. And she was loving it.

Alicia's back was against the wall, her legs up and wrapped around his waist as he held on to her tightly while pistoning in and out of her. The lack of stability of the ground was causing her to feel his manhood pound her over and over again, driving her lust to new heights.

He took her against the wall for several long minutes, before she came. Hard.

"AH! AH! AHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried out, her body shuddered as the orgasm tore through her.

He pulled her off the wall and turned around to face her bed, his pants kicked off his legs as he did.

She panted as he laid on top of her, slowly thrusting into her body, as he stared into her eyes.

She moaned as he had her way with her. Her arms wrapped around her lovers neck as her left leg was lifted up against his side.

"Ah! Yes! Yes! So... Good! Uh! Uh! Uh!" she moaned as he picked up the pace, going in and out of her faster and faster, which was driving her crazy.

Within seconds she came.

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!" she cried out as she came.

However, Steve wasn't done with her.

He sat up on the bed on his knees and gripped her hips, lifting her off the bed and slowly thrust into her. Alicia panted as he rolled his hips into her again and again, her breasts bouncing with each deep thrust he made.

It was causing her mind to go blank.

She was on the verge of another orgasm when she felt him wrap his arms around her body and lift her off the bed. His muscles clearly not just for show. She felt herself bouncing on his rock-hard member as his hands held her close, his mouth catching her rather perky right breast and suckling on it like a hungry baby.

She felt like she was on fire, adrenaline pumping into her body like never before as sweat sprinkled both the bed and the pair of hot lovers.

She couldn't even remember the last time someone had worshiped her like this.

Her body continued writhing in this mans grip, the wet sounds of flesh slapping against each other filling her bedroom, along with her erotic moaning, until she came again and again.

She nearly passed out, having never experienced so many orgasms in a row, in her life.

Her arms wrapped around her lovers neck as she held him close, her strength quickly fading. Alicia had been taken to the limits of pleasure this night, unable to recount the numerous orgasms she had just endured. Never having felt so content in her life, she allowed sleep to take her as she held her new man.

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The next few days went by in a blur for Alicia.

Jack was said to be dead. Dropped into a vat of chemicals at AXIS by the Batman.

Carl didn't seem all that upset, though.

Alicia, not wanting Carl to be suspicious, went shopping, with Steven as her driver again.

Then she found out that Jack was alive and had somehow turned his skin bone-white while his hair was an almost neon green, and had a large and bizarre looking grin on his face. Something that unsettled her in the worst way.

Carl had mysteriously disappeared. Alicia could only conclude that Jack had something to do with it.

Steve was, however, more aware of all this.

The ten mob bosses who ran the city were dying out rather quickly.

First Carl Grissom disappeared and Napier took over for him, then Antoine Rotelli was killed in a meeting being hosted by Napier, and then Vinnie Ricorso was killed in public by Napier after 'officially' taking over Grissom's businesses. An attempt to take over Grissoms territory, no doubt.

Napier clearly wasn't having that. Apart from calling himself The Joker, it was like he had no fear, no restraint, no restrictions, no limits.

He had been the one to kill Ricorso in front of dozens of people. In public. That meant that he wasn't afraid of any kind of repercussion, unlike Grissom and the mob who had often hid away from the public so there was nothing to be used against them.

Steve didn't have to be a genius to know that War was coming, and he knew who would eventually become a casualty of that war.

His hunch was right. The remaining mob bosses had decided to get out as soon as they could. They had consolidated all their assets and were preparing to leave town.

But what really cemented it for Steve was when he overheard Napier and his right-hand man, Bob, talking. Steve had been tasked by Napier to keep an eye on the other mob bosses and was on his way to tell Napier about their plans. That's when he heard it.

"Stop the Press! Who is that?" he heard Napier ask.

"That's Vicki Vale. She's the photographer working with Knox." Bob answered.

"Now that girl has style. Jesus marimba! A lovely beast like that running around, could put steam in a man's stride."

"She's dating some guy named Wayne."

"She's about to trade up." he said as he began cutting out her picture using a pair of scissors. "Hard to stay inside the lines." he said with a laugh. "I'm about... to get a new girl, Bobby. I'm of a mind to make some mooky. Phone book."

"Yes, sir."

Steve knew an opportunity when he saw it. That's why he had agreed to work for Grissom.

But now, at hearing this, that Alicia would be replaced just like Grissom had been...

"Looks like I'll have to alter my plan." he mumbled to himself.

The plan had been simple: keep tabs on the mob and their activities and report back to Napier.

Now, the plan would change: steal the mobs money while leaving them to the cops and the Joker's men, then pick up Alicia and get out of town.

Amidst the chaos of Joker's product-tampering and rash of related killings in Gotham, the mob had done just that.

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It was after the fiasco at the museum that Steve had decided to make his move.

When Alicia had returned back at her apartment, he finally saw her without her porcelain mask that she had been wearing the last couple of days. The right side of her face was horribly scarred, almost melted via acid. Her skin was also slightly pale in contrast to the rest of her body.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Jack. He...he tried to make me like him." she said. "He said he wanted to make me perfect, a work of art. But he said... I was just a sketch."

"Did you want this? Is this... what you want?"

"N-No." she said almost breaking down and falling into a chair.

Steve just let her cry as he stood by.

"But...this isn't the worst part."

"It's not?"

"No. Jack... he... he's interested in another girl."

"Another girl?" he said, feigning ignorance at this information.

"He spent the whole time there, blatantly flirting with this other woman. Some blond woman. She takes pictures for the newspaper or something. And this was right before The Batman showed up and rescued her."

"Vicky Vale?" he asked.

Alicia looked at Steve.

"You know her?" she asked.

"Not personally." he said as he pulled a magazine out from under his arm.

Alicia looked at the magazine. 'TIME. CORTO MALTESE REVOLUTION. Pics by Vicky Vale.' She flipped open the magazine until she found a photograph of the woman in question.

"That's her!" Alicia said.

Seeing how hurt Alicia was by all this, Steve decided to make his move.

"Alright, listen, things are getting bad in Gotham. It might be more than we can handle. Do you want to leave?"

"Leave? Leave Gotham? And go where?"

"As far as possible."

"What, just us?"

"Is there anyone you want to bring with you?"

"I... would it be just us?"

"Yes."

Alicia actually liked the sound of that.

"But how? Where?" she asked.

"Tomorrow night. Fifth and Waters. 10 PM. If you want to leave town, meet me there."

Alicia wasn't sure what to make of what he had just said, but, with everything having taken such a drastic turn of events... what choice did she have?

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Alicia had arrived at Fifth and Waters a couple of minutes before 10. She was waiting there for several minutes before a large 18-wheeler appeared and stopped right in front of her. The passenger door opened up and she gasped when she saw Steve driving the big rig.

"Alicia, get in." he said to her.

She looked shocked and confused, and carefully crawled into the big rig. Not an easy thing while wearing high heels and a fairly stylish dress. Not to mention she had a suitcase with her.

"What is this?" she asked as she stared in shock at the large truck.

"Our future." he said as he tossed Alicia's suitcase in the back, then buckled up and put the big rig in gear.

Future. That was a word Alicia hadn't heard or even thought in a long time. She had figured her future of luxury was secure with either Carl or Jack. But they were gone, in one sense of the word or another.

To make sure that she had a future, to make sure no one came looking for her, she had used one of the local prostitutes, knocked her out and dressed her up in one of her outfits. She then painted her face white with make-up and put her porcelain mask over her face before tossing her out the window. Not very high up, but high enough so that people would think it was her.

It was probably the most terrible thing she had done. She would regret it, but she would be alive to do so.

While the autopsy report would take days in revealing who it really was, amidst the chaos that was surging through Gotham right now, Alicia would be long gone and most likely forgotten. No one had seen her since her days as a Vogue model, and that was years ago before she became Grissoms woman.

For the first time in days, Alicia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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A day after getting away from Gotham, Steve showed Alicia what was inside the back of the truck.

Bags. Hundreds of large black duffle bags and large canvas back bags that banks often used to transport money to the banks from the mints. In just one of the bags was millions of dollars in cash.

Alicia just stared at the hundreds of millions in cash that Steve had stolen from the Gotham mobs. Grissom's money was in Joker's control now, but this would be more than enough to live off of for at least a dozen lifetimes.

It was days later when Steve and Alicia had arrived in California. They set themselves up in a very nice house near the ocean just outside of San Francisco.

Steve had gotten Alicia to a specialist who managed to clear up her acid-washed face, her color came back and she was once again happy.

While spending the mobs money on clothes and make-up, and several other things, made Alicia happy, as it was something familiar to her, she had something else to make her happy.

Alicia was currently bent over a cool marble table, wearing only a pair of white stockings as Steve thrust into her gushing womanhood from behind.

"AH! AH! AH! AH! Oh, Steve!" she panted as her lover took her.

"Miss Hunt! You feel incredible!" he grunted as he continued to fill her up.

"That's... Mrs. Barnes... to you... honey." Alicia gasped as she stared at the ring on her finger.

"Right. How could I forget?" he said playfully as he looked at the matching ring on his finger.

"Then I need to remind you." she said as she turned around and captured her husbands lips once again.

The pair had married only a few days ago, and were at the start of a perpetual honeymoon. They had more than enough money to sustain their comfortable lifestyle, but it would be boring to do nothing. They didn't need to work, but working out was a different matter.

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Authors Notes:

There are very few stories featuring Alicia Hunt, and that is mostly because she wasn't a main character and the fact that she died off-screen. Even though she was rather important to the plot of the movie.

I mean, Jack wouldn't have been at Axis Chemicals if Grissom didn't want him there because he knew Jack was sleeping with his girlfriend.

But anyway, the only stories I've read with Alicia in it, feature her dying. So I thought, why not write something where she lived? It was so radically different an idea, but hey, that's one of my little joys in life.

For the character of Steven Wilson Barnes, I took inspiration from MCU's Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. Think of him as a composite character.

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ALTERNATE RENDEVOUS

Alicia had just finished taking a shower. She was wearing only a pink silk robe and a pair of lace panties.

That was when she noticed Steve in her room.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "If Grissom finds out you're in here, you're gonna lose more than your job."

"My job is to make sure you're protected. Taken care of. You know... satisfied."

She eyed him cautiously. But gave him a sultry smile.

"Oh, really? Can you take care of me? Satisfy me?" she asked as she stood up from the bed and walked over to him, not caring if this really hot guy was staring at her mostly naked body. She was almost flashing him the way her robe was gaped open. Another couple inches and she would be.

"You tell me." he said as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his muscular and athletic body to her.

She paused and stared at him. Her heart was beating faster and she could feel his body heating up. He walked closer to her, and she suddenly felt like something bad was going to happen.

Quicker than she realized, he grabbed her wrists and forced her up against the wall, Alicia gasping as he did. His body pressed up against hers as she shivered slightly.

"I know you want it. I can smell it." he said as his right hand went down and slipped into her panties. She gasped hard when she felt him touch her most sensitive spot. Her body was shuddering as he stared into her eyes.

His mouth hovered mere millimeters from hers, his breathing going in her mouth.

"Say the word, and I'm yours. And then...you're mine." he said as he flexed his fingers even more.

"...yes." she gasped, surrendering to his touch.