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Noire et Bleu
Black and Blue

WARNING ::: Contains graphic smut, gore, evilness, shadows, torture and demented fluff.

What's this? Incredibly late and only half a chapter?! Not good enough, right? Sorry folks XD Anyhoo, here you are, the next installment, hope you like it. Don't worry, I know it's a shameful length but next chapter will be up to speed, I couldn't continue this one for much longer because of the layout of the next, I don't want to drown you guys or give you something I don't think is finished XD Anyway, REVIEWS make my fingers move faster, they also help me know what you like, what you do't like, what you'd like to see in future chapters and other useful stuff, plus, you know, the compliments always make me smile. :P

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Chapter 05 : The Insanity They'll Expect

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She had been stuck in the state somewhere between blissful dreaming and awareness to the world around her, warmth enveloping her completely as she stirred for only brief moments at a time before something dragged her under, like the dying effects of ether. She struggled on occasion but for the most part she allowed the feeling to overwhelm her entirely and she couldn't remember a time ever feeling as safe as when she was here. Of course she didn't know where 'here' was, only that it was familiar, smelled, sounded and felt as natural as the breath in her lungs.

She felt something cold flittered over her shoulder, tickling her into awareness as she blinked away the last effects of a deep sleep. The world was unfocussed, spots of light that blurred in and out of clarity before her eyes adjusted to the golden morning light as it streamed through the curtains. She yawned and closed her eyes again for a few moments, willing her brain to start working properly instead of just trudging along at a casually slow pace.

"Roxanne, I have something for you." Someone rumbled from behind her, so close to her that she could feel their breath on her neck. She started awake and quickly sat upright, looking frantically toward the source and being surprised to find a large pair of green eyes crinkled in amusement. She scowled and pushed him away playfully, rubbing at her eyes and stifling another yawn. He barely even tilted at her effort and just grinned up from his place on her bed, lifting himself up to prop his head on his elbow. Arrogant villain.

"It had better be something pretty." She mumbled, folding her arms and scowling. He didn't seem all too fazed by her performs and just stayed where he was, beaming up at her as though he knew something exceedingly amusing that she did not.

"You had better wipe that grin off your face while you're at it too bucko." She huffed, turning her back to him and sliding her legs off the edge of the bed. She felt the sudden desire to lay back down and go to sleep but she ignored it, instead opting for crumpling over her legs and laying her face in her arms. The resulting snicker from the alien behind her forced a smile to the edge of her lips and she quickly stood, rounding on him and pulling his arm out from under his head. Unfortunately the result wasn't as amusing as she would have hoped, he had apparently been expecting it and simply poked his tongue out and pushed himself up, sliding off the end of the bed and turning towards the door.

"Whoa, where are you going?" she asked quickly, shooting the back of his head a sceptical gaze. He didn't answer and instead leaned down to move a pile of her clothing, revealing a cardboard box underneath. She ambled over to peer over his shoulder but with the drastic height difference she opted for lifting his arm and pushing underneath to touch the box herself. He chuckled into her ear and pulled the lid off to show her the damaged bot nestled safely among some old scrunched up newspaper. He straightened himself and slouched on the bed again, sighing contently as she heard him lie down and wiggle around doing whatever it was he was doing.

She stared at it for a moment before kneeling down, pushing aside the last few items of clothing as she perched herself on her folded legs. "This… Helps me keep it hidden?" she asked slowly, turning to him in slight confusion, he winked and she turned back. She guessed she was going to have to figure it out on her own and she soon began picking at the box, lifting the flaps, fiddling around under the paper. After a few moments she gave a defeated sigh and leaned back, dropping her hands to her lap. She didn't stay there long because something soon caught her eye and she lifted the flap one last time, taking note of hairline strand of silver that stretched across the thing edge of the box.

"It's padded with something?" she turned and asked, fascinated by the genius's interesting concept. He nodded from his place on the bad, head propped up again to watch her intently. "Just wait until that buff saviour of yours takes a look."

She giggled lightly, picturing the large man with a look of utter confusion plastered across his face. Megamind chuckled shortly after, probably from a similar idea and the two fell into a brief but peaceful fit of laughter. Pushing herself to her feet she staggered over, pulling down the singlet she had worn to bed so it better covered her stomach. The fool pouted from his place on the ugly floral covers and she stuck her tongue out playfully, making sure to make several outlandish gestures before offering him her hand. He took it but instead of allowing himself to be pulled to his feet he pulled her down onto his chest.

"You Idiot." She laughed, attempting to push away but his hands had found her forearms and he held them in place either side of his chest. He smirked up at her before his face slowly grew serious and she found herself slow her struggles and stare at him expectantly.

"You know you're not going to get away with his murder."

She felt her body flinch of its own accord, as if his words had sliced her cheek in their non-existent ferocity. "I know" she breathed, aware that though Wayne cared for her he would be more interested in seeing justice served. Ignorant sheep that he had become. That he always was really, not that she knew him particularly well as a child, or particularly well full stop.

"What are you going to do?" he asked in a way that suggested her answer was far more important than she realised.

"Nothing."

He nodded. "I expected as much, but why? You don't feel any guilt for his death and I don't believe you feel like you should be punished by your crimes." He stated it like a fact and she found herself wondering if it was true. Of course she felt bad, she had cried for days at the mere thought of killing a man regardless if she believed her reasoning had been decent enough to do so… Ah. That was it right there, she had killed a man and she felt no guilt for that man's particular death, just that she was the one who had to deal it. That made sense, in a very twisted and upsetting way. She nodded slowly as she came to terms with the perfect truth.

"I think…" she mused, more to herself, "that I'd like people to believe I don't think myself in the right for his murder"

"But why care about what they think at all? It's never been your main priority."

She tilted her head slightly "I don't plan on giving up my life because of this and if people think I'm just a criminal with something wrong with my brain then any chance of a life from here on out would be forfeit. Don't ask me what a plan on doing" she smirked, knowing the gleam in his eyes that screamed he was out for answers to things that weren't even questions. "Honestly… I want nothing more to do with the mindless fools." The genius smiled viciously beneath her.

"Well," he started "I think-" his expression went blank for a moment before he gently pushed her up so he could look at the door.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. He smiled and tapped the little clip on his collar. "It's about time you had a pulse again, I think our favourite 'hero' has just arrived." He chuckled, brushing his blue fingers against her arm, a fleeting touch that left goosebumps under her flesh.

"Just what my morning was missing, a side order of muscle, hold the brain."

"A very apt description Miss Ritchie."

"Darn right, now get out of my room before I scream rape."

"Ah, but it is hardly rape if you enjoy it"

"Again, I'll scream rape."

"I'll make you choke on those words."

"Do I really need to say how wrong that sounds in that context?"

"No, but feel free, I'm sure I could make it sound worse.

"Get out, before you tarnish my innocence."

"You had that to begin with? Colour me surprised!"

"Out!" she laughed, hauling him up off the bed and practically pushing him out the window, he didn't even take the time to marvel at how comfortable she was bossing around the city's supposed evil villain, it came as second nature, always had really.

Sliding the window shut behind him she was barely in time before Wayne had walked in uninvited and apparently not particularly ruffled by the intrusion either.

"Everything alright in here?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at her hunched by the window, probably suspecting her of attempting to escape or some such.

"Fine" she drawled in monotone, none too pleased with his company or the situation it brought along for the ride. "So, what's the news on my future or lake thereof?"

"This isn't a joke, Roxy." He said sternly, as if she needed reminding.

"Really? Because someone's obviously going to having fun with this, imagine the hype, star reporter gone to the dark side, for what? Gasp, milk and cookies. Just a shame it won't be this star reporter with the headline making story." Her voice was drenched in sarcasm and disgust but she quickly settled her expression into an apologetic frown, none of this was Wayne's fault and he honestly believe he was helping her, she didn't need to be so harsh.

"I've… I've done the best I could…" he sighed, looking defeated.

"How so?"

"You didn't give me many options but I managed to get you five years, ten at most."

"How… Did you manage that? I thought nothing would be finalised till after the trial."

"You won't be receiving a trial. I've already dealt with the court and we've decided it would be in your best interest-"

"Wait, decided what's in my best interest?"

"You're a danger to yourself just as much as you are to others."

"A danger to myself? What do you think I'm going to do? Blow myself up?"

Wayne flinched, obviously troubled by the memories it stirred. "It's in your best interest, Roxy"

"Wait, let me get this right, you decided what's in my best interest?"

"It would be-"

"No, Wayne, you don't have the right-"

"Roxanne, you need help. I've arranged for counselling and you'll have a private room-"

"A room? What did you do Wayne?"

"Roxanne, you need to settle down, they've got special medication-"

"Oh you have got to be kidding me! You oaf! I don't need medication! I didn't snap and start shooting people from a clock tower! I was defending-" she cut herself short but not before Wayne's eyes narrowed and his jaw set in its usual crime-fighting position.

"…It's already been decided, regardless."

"No-"

"Enough, Roxanne! I pulled a lot of strings to do this for you! No one believes you're mentally unstable, they wanted to lock you up for years! All I'm asking now is five years and a clean bill of health and that's it, we can forget this ever happened."

"Yeah, that's right, five years in an asylum and everyone will just FORGET!"

"This is your fault, Roxanne! Do not try and turn this on me just because you screwed up trying to impress a villain!"

"What!" she yelled, offended and infuriated by his accusation, he didn't give her time to say anything on the matter, however, and instead turned for the door.

"Janey, I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

"Wait." she hissed, her eyes narrowed.

"No, you need to pull yourself together, do you have any idea what they're saying about you? They're calling all those kidnappings a cry for attention, they think you're either scheming or sleeping with that criminal and have been for years, they're calling you gold digger and harlot, monster or evil mastermind and that is certainly not a name I ever picture you with, Roxy. Not you… Never you." His anger fizzled away, replaced with an almost crushing emotional turmoil but by now Roxanne was beyond furious.

"Excuse me?" she practically snarled "Harlot?! A cry for attention?!"

He shook his head and quickly left the room, pulling the door shut and locking it behind him, which again did not help the mood she was in. Luckily, she didn't have the time to stew in her furry before a soothing voice carried itself over from the window, the mastermind now propping himself against the frame somewhere outside.

"Are you alright Roxanne?"

"Fine."

He sighed and she heard him step in.

"You can vent, he can't hear you now."

She didn't need to be told twice before she was pacing and almost yelling, a normally shameful display of emotion. "I'm sick of them, they walk all over us. We pick them up and then they leave us bellow to be devoured! Mindless sheep! They can't even make their own decisions and they think they can just judge someone?!" she snapped, throwing her hands in the air.

"They… Those…" she was seething, rage pooling into her stomach before a cool hand found her shoulder and gripped it firmly, reassuringly, but it did nothing to slow the tide of emotion flooding her system, if anything something about his touch made her that much more sure, like the rage no longer clouded her thoughts but enhanced them. When the alien spoke his voice was calm and even but an obvious second meaning hung above his words.

"There's nothing that can be done now, the decision has already been made."

"You mean there's nothing I can do."

"It's already in the past, you can't change it."

"But… The future… I'm still capable of directly influencing it."

"Roxy, roxy" he soothed but his voice was itching with excitement, the moment she detected it she felt her rage flare then cool into almost nothingness, she wasn't angry anymore because she knew there were things she'd have to do now.

"I'll just have to make them see…"

"See what?"

"Everything." She breathed

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll show them."

"What, Roxanne?"

She could almost hear her own cogs working away, her plan forming in seconds like a spilt drink that slowly enveloped the table before drizzling over the side, again the genius behind her coxed out an answer to his questions, playful yet more devious than she had heard him in a long time, like his darkness had been renewed by an idea she was yet to share, a scheme that for once wasn't his but would prove to be just as entertaining.

"What will you do?" he purred.

"Give them the insanity they expect." She smirked.

Pannanarae18 8/3/12 . chapter 4

*Roxanne gets eaten by pandas* ... Surprise :D hehe.

Daiyu Amaya 7/8/12 . chapter 4

I would love that, my darling manic Roxanne, top villain ;3 I hope she does go as super evil as I hope though I'm still debating what kind of evil to make her, either way I'll do my best to stay true to the term xP

Guest 7/5/12 . chapter 4

Awah, I'm glad you think so, I've been trying to stay as true to their characters as possible and I'm glad I'm doing well, especially under the circumstances xP Maybe Roxanne was just born to be bad? ;D

Chapter End

Notes on the Criminal Mind / Contains Spoilers

'Again, not much to go here'

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