White Queen to Black Knight

Chapter 17

I've given up on giving up slowly, I'm blending in so
You won't even know me apart from this whole world that shares my fate
This one last bullet you mention is my one last shot at redemption
because I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I've been locked inside that house all the while You hold the key
And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there's no way in knowing where to go, promise I'm going because
I gotta get outta here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.

I'm giving up on doing this alone now
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
He's told me the way and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair

Be my Escape, Relient K

Alfred drove Alina around town for two days and two nights, hoping to find the homing beacon, using telepathy and the com link. If Batman had been able to turn on the electrical protection there was no way they could pull the suit off to either uncover his identity or discover his com. Knowing that Joker would almost certainly escape and how desperate the Joker was to possess her, Bruce had persuaded Alina to have a homing beacon put into her blood stream. She would only do it as long as he did it himself. Through their love and mind connection, Alina was sure she would know if he was dead. Her heart told her he was not, drugged perhaps, but not dead. Not yet.

Alina remembered with fear the message Two-face put in the paper for the White Queen. 'Batman to be tried for crimes against humanity, particularly the murder of Rachel Dawes', she recalled with perfect clarity. 'This trial will be held secretly as Harvey Dent/Two-face will be prosecuting. Batman's defense attorney will be the White Queen, should she choose to appear.' That one stung like it was supposed to. The message continued with his typical arrogance. 'Two-face will be prosecutor, judge, jury, and executioner.'"

Alina sat in the lower Batcaves, terrified and infuriated. Even though it was an obvious trap, of course the White Queen would come to his rescue, but how? She could not tell where he was, there were no clues in the message. She felt helpless, and that was a feeling that she not only despised, it was also one that she had not felt before. If necessary, she would be the one to burn the city down to find Batman. How did that make her any different than the Joker, who lived to see the city burn? She didn't live for that, but if that is what it took to save Batman, she would do it.

Alina's head jerked up when she heard Bruce's voice in her head. It was clear and specific.

Bruce's voice sounded weary even in her head. "I'm in some kind of lower caverns, filled with sewer water. I'm afraid I'm not going to smell too great when you get me out. I can hear traffic above. They have not been able to remove the costume yet. Dent clearly intends to find me guilty and kill me. Is the homing beacon not working?"

Alina sent her telepathic message back to Bruce, filled with love and hope. "We have driven all over town and haven't found you. But if you are below ground maybe I should be too. Bruce, you can't be more than a mile from me or the telepathy would not work. The message in the newspaper said the White Queen was to come and represent you as your lawyer. It is an obvious trap. But I would gladly turn myself over for your safety."

Bruce's fury at her suggestion screamed through her mind. "This is a trap for the White Queen, Alina. You will not turn yourself over to him. They will kill me regardless if you come or not, and who knows what the Joker will do to you. I forbid it. The Joker knows who you are, although I don't think Dent knows who I am. I think there is another way. You can reach the courtroom and snipe him out."

Alina smoothly tried to calm him with her mind voice. "You would come for me regardless of the danger. I will come for you, but I will not waltz in there ready to do legal battle with Dent. Don't forget, I read everyone's mind. I'll have all my senses out. They will not get me, they won't even see me. Will the Joker be there at the trial? Or will he be waiting somewhere else?"

Bruce answered her, "I think he will be waiting here, thinking you will show up to represent me."

"Tell me about the courtroom and possible sniper nests in the courtroom."

Bruce started to describe the room. "The courtroom looks like a standard courtroom. It is located in a huge open space. It must be a cavern of some type. The caverns are underneath the city and go on forever, just as they do with the Batcaves. The courtroom itself has a witness box, a judge's bench, a jury box, and a place for gallery seating. No doubt my fans will be sitting there. (Alina laughed in his mind at his dry sarcasm). The floor is high enough that the sewage and sludge only cover the floor, but not too deep. There are a lot of pipes surrounding the courtroom, big pipes that would move a lot of water, or sewage. There is moss growing on everything. You could easily blend in especially if you covered yourself in the moss. They have me in some Chinese hinged cuffs that are impossible to pick. You'll have to shoot the middle hinge to release me."

"Jesus Christ Bruce, I'm good but honestly…"

Bruce snickered in her head, "Baby, I've seen you shoot a target between the eyes a mile away, you can do this. It's child's play for you."

Alina had been wandering through the various openings into the Batcaves while they talked and had finally found Batman's direction and had a good idea where he was. "I've got your location. Do you want me to come in now or wait until the trial starts?"

"Wait for the trial. We can get Dent and maybe the Joker too. Watch for traps from the Joker. He cannot get you. I couldn't stand to lose you. His obsession with you could only end badly."

Alina knew what she needed to do. As a sniper, she could sit for hours in the nest she found. She needed to prepare. "Just like Dent couldn't get you. I love you baby. I'm going to get ready for tonight. When you are ready for me to shoot your cuffs, hold your arms away from your body with the cuffs aligned with your body. I can hit them and not hit you."

Bruce hated that she had to do this, and loved her all the more for her bravery. "See you in a few hours. I love you baby. More than you can ever know."

Alina was in his mind so much she knew how he felt but wanted to end their conversation on a hopeful upbeat note. "Good! You can show me tonight after I rescue your ass, and after you've had a couple showers. You know how picky I am. Tonight, my lover, tonight."

The White Queen made her way through the underground pipes that Bruce had described watching for heat signatures and traps, but so far had found none. The pipes leading to where Bruce was being held were directly outside the Batcaves. That design flaw would have to be destroyed immediately. Alina inched her way down the pipes finding she could use her leg strength to circle around the pipes, not all the way, they were too big for that, but it did help her movement be slow and easy. It took her a while but she arrived there hours before the trial was to start. She could settle in, moss covered, with her costume blending into the piping. No one would ever see her. She found her sniper's position, and let Batman know through telepathy. He briefly acknowledged but stayed silent otherwise to provide her the concentration she needed. She kept her sensors out for anyone coming up from behind, beside, or below her. After being in the Joker's mind, she would be able to sense him from some distance.

She waited patiently in the stench and moss, rats crawling along the pipes and over her. She'd been through worse, and this was for a greater cause. She would not fail him. Soon, one of Two-face or Joker's goons dragged Batman into the witness stand, the gallery of felons booed and hissed at Batman as he sat there still and patient. Next, the 'jury of his peers' was brought in, made up of more mayhem makers. And then, finally Two-face walked in, embraced by an enthusiastic crowd. He was flipping his infamous coin and talking his insanity of making our own luck and how luck was on his side today. He started softly singing the old show tune "Luck Be a Lady Tonight." Alina could barely make it out, but Marlon Brando he was not, and since this whole thing was rigged, there was no luck involved.

Two-face looked dramatically around the courtroom, and then at Batman who continued to look straight ahead. He walked directly to him and dipped his head to taunt him. "Looks like your White Queen chose not to show up to defend you. I guess she isn't as much of a partner as you thought. Well, no defense makes it easier for me to be judge… I won't have to play both roles."

Two-face started his diatribe. "Batman, and the man behind the mask, has taken it upon himself to override the justice system in this town and provide vengeance and retribution to those criminals who would otherwise be going about their normal business. When Joker gave him the choice of saving Rachel Dawes, a beautiful and intelligent woman, the love of Harvey Dent's life and his bride to be, or saving Harvey Dent, he chose to save Harvey Dent, now known as Two-face. Rachel would have continued to fight for good in the city, and instead Two-face seeks to destroy it. Batman made the wrong choice." Two-face went on about the evils of Batman, the need for vengeance, and revenge for his lost love. He moved as gracefully around the "courtroom" as was possible given the sewage and muck that made it truly a sick stunt, not worthy of his true gifts when he was DA.

Alina quickly grew bored of Two-face's theatrics and ill from the smell and sensed more danger ahead. All of Dent's movements would not protect him from her scope. She lined him up in her cross-hairs and fired, dropping him where he stood, a small hole in the front of his head and a large one in the back. His brains splattered all over the sewage and moss covered floor. Two-face had died quickly and painlessly, never knowing what hit him or where it came from. Batman said "NOW" in her ear piece and she shot the middle hinge off the cuffs, releasing him immediately. Alina remained in place to cover Batman's escape, the Batmobile was waiting above the sewer chamber where they currently were. There was still no sign of the Joker. Batman rapidly wrapped the 'jury' and the 'gallery' up in his unbreakable wire for the police to deal with. He stopped by Two-face, using the powerful magnet in his glove to extract the bullet from his head as a precautionary measure. She watched him escape to the surface, policed her brass, and rapidly moved out of the area, returning eventually to the Bat Caverns where Batman had already arrived. She quickly changed out of her White Queen outfit and into tights and a t-shirt.

Bruce was in the shower for a long time. The smell of sewage had seeped into his nose and pores. Bruce thought he might never get it out. Alfred was already steam cleaning the Batsuit from all the filth and days of wearing it without release. It needed a lot of hot water and power steaming to get it back to something he could wear. The White Queen outfit would need cleaning as well from the moss and rats but was in no way in as bad of shape as the Batsuit.

Alina wandered over to the not-very-private shower and smiled at Bruce. "I believe you promised me that you were going to show me just how much you love me." Even though she was talking in his head, she still managed that voice that made him think of sex and sin and not much else. His body responded just as they both knew it would.

Bruce was tired and in pain, but still passionately desired his future bride. His voice was deep with lust and longing. "Baby, don't tease. You don't want me like this. I will need a while in the shower. But I will meet you upstairs. I think Batman and his White Queen are done for the night."

Alina's voice got serious. "Maybe even the week. You've been doped up and held captive for more than two days. You need to rest."

Bruce's continuing obsession with capturing the Joker came through in his telepathic voice. "I'll give a night, maybe two. A week will have to be negotiated."

A frustrated Alina responded, "Bruce! You were just held hostage. That is unheard of. Batman never lets himself get caught. There is clearly a weakness in your suit and mine. Lucius will have to address that immediately. There is a weakness in the tunnels and access to the Batcaves that needs to be resolved immediately as well. We have left the door open to anyone who wants to get into Batman's lair or Bruce Wayne's home. We need to regroup. Now we just have one guy to go after, and he wants me. He has been quite clear. We need a new plan. You say he knows who I am, that makes me a target every day and every night."

Bruce sighed, she was right of course. His obsession was driving him instead of common sense. It was a good way to get one or both of them killed. "I'll meet you upstairs. I am too tired to argue with you right now. I want to make love to you violently and consume you doing it. And then I want to sleep."

Alina softly stroked his mind, calming him immediately. "I will wait for you, baby."

Alina softly walked through the darkened halls of Wayne Manor. She loved the feel of the plush carpet beneath her feet, and the soft lighting that kept everything dim but still lit. It made this huge, still mostly empty mansion into a home. She slipped into her room quietly, lighting candles in her wake, tossing her clothes in the hamper and climbing into the hot shower. She bathed herself in the flower scented soap and shampoo she always used, sending Bruce images of what she was doing, how it felt, how she smelled. She even ran her hands across her soapy wet body letting him feel her hardened nipples, her tight stomach, her fingers entering her sweet spot. She felt him gasp as he grew intensely hard, as her scent surrounded him in the shower 7 floors down from where she was comfortably ensconced.

Bruce's deep, heavily aroused voiced spoke in her head, "You are an evil witchy woman."

"I know you don't mean that. Listen to me while I sing to you, lying in our bed waiting for you.

Can you hear me out there?
Have you ever had someone who loved you
Never leave your side?
I know you'll be here because you love me, yes, you do

I'm givin' all my life and all my love if you
Promise me that you'll be here forever
I'll give you all of me, I'll give you everything
If you promise me you'll never leave me

You love me, you complete me
You hold my heart in your hands
And it's okay 'cause I trust that
You'll be the best man that you can
Baby, you love me, yeah, oh yes, you do, yeah

You Complete Me, Keyshia Cole

She finished the last couple of lines as he entered their room. He had a large towel around him, his hair still dripping wet, and from his elevated breathing it sounded like he had been rushing to get to her. He threw himself on the bed almost on top of her but off to the side slightly.

"God, I love you Alina. I love that you can be in my head and we can have no secrets. I love that you sing to me the perfect song for the moment that I'm feeling. I need you desperately. I need to be inside you now. No preliminaries, I just need to fill you urgently."

Alina laughed softly at his desperation, "I, and my body, are entirely at your disposal Master Wayne. I am your gift. Take of it what you will."

He rolled himself above her holding his weight on his elbow, his other hand sliding down her soft skin quickly brushing her breast and hardened nipple, stroking her stomach, reaching her hip where his thumb pushed into her making sure she was ready for him. While his needs were urgent he never wanted to take her before she was ready. Alina would always accommodate him, but he would always make it good for her too. He lined up their bodies and thrust into her quick and fast, pounding into her slowly at first, just feeling in the moment the ridges and valleys of her heated channel. As his urgency increased, he began to frantically thrust inside her, trying to consume her fire, her sustenance, her love. His urgency combined with his larger than usual size drove her to her first orgasm and then another one followed immediately clamping down on his staff in her channel. Her body squeezed him without mercy even as he continued to pound her, ultimately giving in and releasing his hot seed into her womb. He stayed inside her feeling the tiny aftershocks.

Once the aftershocks stopped, Alina realized he had fallen asleep on top of her. She shifted her hips slightly and let him slide off of her a little so she wasn't being crushed by his weight. She stroked his still wet hair and down his back. She could feel the raised bruises from the beatings he must have taken. As she ran her hands through his hair, she could feel the welts that were there as well. She slid herself completely out from under him so she could examine the injuries more closely. She gasped quietly as she took in the damage on his back and legs. He had hidden the damage from her when he was showering. It looked like they had used baseball bats on him. In some places, burns had gone right through the suit's protection. It would have had to have been a powerful tool to cause this much damage. He was in their hands for two days and two nights. With the suit, he could have continued to withstand the damage, but eventually its power source would have given out and a beating like this would have killed him.

She carefully left the bed hoping to not wake him retrieving some Arnica oil for the bruises and burns. It made a wonderful base for massage oil. She poured some chamomile oil, white oak bark oil, comfrey oil, which were all good for bruises, burns, and tissue repair. She added a drop or two of her star gazer lily oil to make it remind him of her. Since he was already sleeping on his stomach, she began her massage on his back. She worked her massage oil into the welts and raised bumps on his scalp. Then slid her hands down his neck, seeking out those places in his neck and shoulders that would force the rest of the muscles to release. She carefully rubbed her mixture into each and every bruise or cut. He moaned slightly and his breathing changed from being asleep to being awake. Her hands never stopped their movement along his body, rubbing and embracing every bruise, every burn, and every cut. He moaned again and spoke softly in her head, "What are you doing? It feels wonderful. I didn't want you to see this though."

Alina softly answered him. "I am massaging your sore muscles. Rubbing this special oil into all your hurts will heal the bruises and burns. I know it might sting a little, but that is the antiseptic properties. Being kept where you were, and beaten this badly, I don't see how you could not get infected. Even the suit would not have been able to protect you."

Bruce agreed, "Alfred thought the same thing and gave me some broad spectrum antibiotics."

"Rest my love. You need sleep. I will touch and start to heal all your pains, but your biggest contribution is to sleep. Is there something you would like for me to sing?"

"I am not a religious man as we have talked about, but could you maybe sing "Amazing Grace" or "Like Holy Water" by Big and Rich. Those songs are both soothing and quiet to me. And you can sing them forever and never run out of words."

She immediately started singing Amazing Grace. It was such a passionate and spiritual song about the change God can make in people's lives. She sang it in her deep reverent voice, and without a hint of sex lingering there. The last thing Bruce needed right now was for her to seduce him in his exhaustion. She'd burned the damn suit if he spent anything less than two days in bed.

"The suit doesn't burn baby." Bruce had been listening in her head, picking up her thoughts.

Alina was irritated and determined he would stand down for at least a week. "It will if you think to wear it before you are healed. Don't test me Bruce. I'll incinerate the damn thing. Drift off to sleep and quit hanging out in my mind. No telling where that might lead you."

"That's sorta what I was hoping." Bruce sleepily said, sending her a sexy image.

"Perv." She snickered in her mind at his sleepy reverie and continued her massage.

His gluts were his personal power machine. She had seen him leap great heights without the benefit of the suit, just powered by his ass. She rubbed harder here because the muscles were so much more tense than any place else. Once she had released that tension to almost complete moaning, she moved down his legs until she reached his toes. She massaged and released each of his toes. She whispered gently in his mind, "Baby, I'm going to roll you over now, ok?"

She got a sleepy aroused groan and nothing else, including help turning him over. One she had him turned over she examined his wounds on his front. Her breath caught when she saw the swelling on his face. The mask had probably kept it from swelling, and with the mask off, it had become severe. Her fingers lightly followed the injuries down his body finding more baseball bat bruises and burns. Even his balls and penis seemed to have taken some damage, although he is well protected there so that damage was mitigated.

Once again she began her massaging journey from his hair and the swelling on his face to his neck, down his shoulders and each arm and both hands and every finger. She massaged every bruise and bump on his beautiful chest, leaving butterfly kisses in her wake. She reached his erect staff, weeping fluid. She took her well oiled hands and gently started to stroke him. He gave her an answering moan of pleasure, not of pain. He might be mostly asleep, but he was very aware of what she was doing. She leaned over him whipping her tongue out licking that spiral of cum that was leaking. In her mind to him she broke her song and asked, "Baby, do you want me to take you all the way on this? Does it hurt? It looks like there is some bruising but not terrible."

"All the way, Alina. Like only you can."

Alina didn't respond to his last statement just started licking that most sensitive spot behind the head, pointing her tongue to follow the vein to his root. She cupped his balls in her oily mixture squeezing and spinning them gently, all the while moving her mouth and tongue along the head and then sealing her lips down his shaft pulling the whole thing into her heated mouth. Bruce moaned as she pulled up slowly sucking her way to the top. She continued this motion, her hands and mouth heated in the oil she had created. And it was heated, more so than her normal mouth. He woke up enough to start pushing her mouth faster and faster, but while friction and heat were building, the oil made it more difficult to complete the act. Without even opening his eyes, and surprising Alina, Bruce pulled her up and on top of him, piercing her body with his staff completely. She screamed in surprise and at the intensity of the sensation. He moved her hips powerfully up and down, leaving unintentional bruises in his wake, until finally he flipped her under him and drove with his powerful gluts and thigh muscles until he could reach his conclusion.

They both laid there breathing very hard, unable to catch their breath. That had been intense for both of them.

"Did I hurt you, Alina?" Bruce was still panting. He was already semi-hard and could go again, which seemed impossible for both of them.

Alina laughed at his concern given his own beaten and torn body. "I'll have a few bruises of my own come tomorrow, but nothing I haven't already experienced. But this was you Bruce, not Batman. Could you tell the difference?"

Bruce paused, thinking, "Yeah, it was your love. I didn't fracture into two separate pieces this time. I can be just as rough as Batman and he can be just as gentle as me. We are one now."

Alina agreed. "Yeah, I think so, at least here in the bedroom. Out in the outer world, I don't know. But I think we are done with massages for tonight. I'll lie here and hold you and sing "Holy Water" while you fall back asleep. I love you Bruce Wayne. Don't you dare let Batman or Bruce get killed before our wedding and our children."

"I would not defy your wishes on that score. I love you Alina. Never leave me." Bruce sounded desperate to protect her and what would be their family some day.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby." She started to sing softly filling the room with her sexy voice and the candlelight danced along with the slow sad song. "'Somewhere there's a stolen halo, I use to watch her wear it well, Everything would shine wherever she would go, But looking at her now you'd never tell
Someone ran away with her innocence, A memory she can't get out of her head, I can only imagine what she's feeling, When she's praying, Kneeling at the edge of her bed…'" (Holy Water, Big and Rich)

A/N: The inspiration of Two-face holding trial in the sewer comes from Dark Victory, by Jeph Lobe and Tim Sale. In their story, it was the Calendar Man in the witness box, not Batman, and instead of sewers, it just looks like someplace underground. It was a single image in a mass of images that my muse clung to. So while the whole scenario is my own, I did get inspiration from my very first comic book. I guess I'm not a comic book virgin anymore. I was however surprised at how much imagery from The Godfather appears throughout the frames. I've heard it said there are only a limited number of plots in the world and we, as a society, just keep reusing and combining them again and again in different ways. I did like all those gluts, abs, and thighs though, very impressive indeed. I thought Christian Bale was hot, but he seems downright skinny compared to the Batman in the Dark Victory comic.