A/N: I know, I know. It's been forever since I've updated. I was in the hospital, and we all know how much they love laptops in that place. (Obvious sarcasm is obvious.) So, here is Chapter Five!
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Chapter Five: Beatings, Betrayals and Batman.
It had been over a month since he'd brought her to the warehouse in the Narrows. The only time she'd ever seen the outside of the building was when they'd gone out to her apartment for her things; inhaler, epi-pens, clothes, birth control, girly bathroom things. From what she'd seen in the dark, it was an old mill, the once red bricks stained with acid rain. It was beautiful at one time, but Gothem tends to kill all beauty over time.
Cecily sat silently on a cushion against the wall of Jonathan's "office", half-awake, trying to read one of the many books he had stacked around her. She snuggled deeper into the blanked wrapped around her, her eyes fluttering shut as her head lolled to the side. Just as she began drifting into a light slumber, the door quietly clicked open. She jerked her head up, watching with bleary eyes as Jonathan leaned indifferently against the doorframe.
"So here's where I left you." He walked over, squatting down to peer at her over his glasses, examining her sleepy appearance with inquisitive eyes. "It's almost three a.m., you should be in bed." Cecily yawned, closing the book gently.
"I'm sorry, I guess I got caught up in this story…" Jonathan gingerly picked up the book, his eyes glittering behind light reflecting glasses.
"'The Headless Horsemen by the Brother's Grimm?'" The corners of his lips quirked up at the corners, as Cecily's cheeks became dusted with pink. "Now that's interesting." She smiled, slightly embarrassed. As he rose, she slowly stretched out her legs, rising slowly off the ground on half-asleep legs.
Suddenly, and with no warning on his part, Cecily found her back pressed against the wall, her bare feet dangling off the ground so that her toes brushed the pillow on the floor. Jonathan's mouth crashed down on hers, his lips both soft and strong against her now swelling ones. Cecily gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as his sharp tongue invaded her mouth. Jonathan pressed his body against hers, his deft hands working their way to her thighs. Grasping them firmly, he parted them, lifting them up to wrap around his waist.
The heat from their bodies was staring to make Cecily feel weak; she could feel him growing harder against her pelvis. Her quiet moans filled the room, bouncing off the books like a tennis ball on a racket. Jonathan's hands roamed her body, caressing her curves and grinding his hips hard against hers. The growling that came out of the back of his throat was both animalistic and filled with hunger. His teeth pulling on her lips sent shocks through her body, like a jolt of electricity through water.
Then, just as quickly as it had happened, it was over. She whimpered as mouth left hers, giving one final bite to her red lips, as he set her down and walked away. Cecily sat on the floor, her face and breasts red with heat; her body aching with need and lust. She ran her fingers through her curly hair, staring listlessly at the empty doorway.
"Cecily! Get in bed, right now!" Jonathan's shout startled her, and she bolted out the door and down the hallway to their room, pausing only to shut and lock the door before throwing herself into bed. Just as she hit the mattress, the lights went out.
The sudden darkness made her eyes hurt, and just as she began lifting herself off the mattress to call out for Jonathan, she heard someone scream. It was a deep voice, or at least it would be if it weren't being used to scream like a little girl. When another voice joined the first, quickly escalating to six and seven voices, Cecily jumped off the bed and squeezed under the bed. The freezing concrete under her face contrasted with her hot skin, and she worked on slowing down her heart and her breathing.
There was pounding, and explosions rocked the whole building. She thought she heard someone laughing; it was a high pitched and frightened. Then, the pounding of feet on the metal stairs hit her ears, and she dug her nails into the floor. Someone was throwing open doors in the hall, and they were getting closer. The bedroom door was thrown open, and Cecily's hands flew to cover her mouth. Black boots stood in the doorway for a moment that felt like forever, then turned and ran out. The sound of glass breaking followed, then dead silence. Cecily sobbed as quietly as she could, and her whole body trembled.
After a few long minutes, another set of feet ran up the steps; these were lighter and the first, and a lot quicker to get to her door. The familiar grey loafers that rushed into her vision were a giant relief, and she sobbed out loud.
"Cecily?" A worried voice, out of breath and shaking. "Please dear God, please tell me he didn't take you." Jonathan's voice was barely a whisper, and Cecily's hand reached out from under the bed.
"Jonathan!" She let out a sob that barely registered in her ears as his name, and he ran towards her, his knees cracking against the floor. He lifted the bed, smiling at her as she crawled out and into his lap.
"You, are probably the least terrifying monster under the bed I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." Cecily leaned against his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably now. He rested a hand awkwardly on the top of her head, looking down at her shaking body. "Child?"
"I t-thought t-they w-were going to k-kill me…" Jonathan wrapped his other arm around her, burying his hand in her hair.
"The Batman doesn't kill. He just ruins lives and tries to take away everything I own." Cecily looked up at him through her soft, watery doe eyes.
"That was the Batman?" Jonathan leaned down; kissing away the dewy tears that clung to her lashes.
"Yes Child. That was the big bad Bat."
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Cecily looked up at him in shock. The Batman? How did the Batman find out where they were? Jonathan was shifting under her, moving to pick her up. With a sigh, he lifted himself and Cecily up off the floor. He stood in the middle of the room, gazing at the bed, lost in thought. Cecily looked into his eyes, the sharp blue was the same hue of the sapphires her grandmother had gotten as a gift from a friend taking her holiday in Thailand. She marveled at the complexity of the color, light and dark all at one instant; cold yet burning hot with something she couldn't began to understand. He was without his glasses, his face almost naked without his wire frames.
As she stared up at him, Jonathan was deep in thought. How had Batman found them? They'd been extremely careful about everything; cell phones were used for just a few seconds, cars were perfectly legal and discreet, and he'd watched his hired hands like a hawk.
Are you positive about that last part, Johnny Boy? Jonathan paused his internal rambling.
'What are you talking about?' Scarecrow laughed.
Oh come on, do you really know where they are every second of the day? This made Jonathan give pause. Do you know where they are right now? Every single one? Jonathan thought back to the fight, how Batman had cut the power, taken his men out one by one in the dark. When the power had come back, everyone lay incapacitated…
"Shit." Jonathan almost threw Cecily on the bed, turning and dashing off out the door, ignorant to her questioning cries. He raced down the hall, and after flying down he stairs, he skidded to a half in front of his men.
"FIND ME MICHAEL!"
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Well folks, after such a long time, here's the latest chapter! Again, sorry for the delay, but I promise that the next one will be out next week. I know when and who will be the climax of this story. So, please come along with me, as we ride the Jonathan Crane rollercoaster!
