Special thanks to MarvelMistress7, and Jlpred for following All Because I Love You;
And another special thanks Ladydish, Brooke Vengence, and Jlpred for favoring All Because I Love You!
Finally, a special thanks to Johanna Crane,
Johanna Crane: I CAN'T CALM DOWN I AM TIRED AND HUNGRY AND CANNOT DECIDE IF I WANT TO SLEEP OR EAT PIZZA OR TAKE A BATH OR WATCH HETALIA.
Ladydish: Oh, I'm sure Emily will be just fine.
: I did go to see the Age of Ultron; and HOLY SHIT IF I HAD A SPIRIT ANIMAL I AM 3948% SURE THAT IT WOULD BE ULTRON.
Flowerchild23: Oh he might… The only reason he hasn't tried to help her is because he can't find her.
Irishchick1982: OHhonhonhonhon, my dear reader, the romance is not over! Or is it? Nah; they are just hitting a dry point in their relationship, I'm sure they will be okay.
ParadoxMagic: Thank you for your patience, precious cinnamon roll.
Xxyangxx2006: I prefer to be quiet, and to work in quiet, but I can only take so much.
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Edward sat on the steps leading into the basement, his elbows rested on his knees and was staring at Emily- who lay unconscious on the floor- while in deep though.
He hated doing this-but at the same time he couldn't help but feel she deserved it. He was glad that he had listened to the small voice in the back of his head; the one that said that she could be faking, that she could be faking. The one that said she could very well be playing along until she could get out, that she could be lying.
She deserved to be punished, she deserved to be hurt what she did to him; because… she hurt him.
A small groan left her lips and she rolled slightly, clutching her stomach; her broken ribs.
What was he trying to gain out of this? True, revenge was very, very sweet; but what happened when he grew tired of doing this to her? What happened when he let his feelings get in the way? When he first found her, by the small river, he nearly cried of joy. He felt pain himself every time he struck her, felt his heart clench every time she cried.
He wanted to pick her up right now, take her to their room and take care of her; fix her injuries and pamper her like the queen he believed her to be. He wanted to keep her here, far away from the horrors of Gotham, far away from the things that could hurt her.
Why couldn't she just love him? Yes, god knows that he had hurt people, and truly he felt no regret for it. But he did love her.
Walking forward, he slowly pulled her head to rest in his lap; he stroked her hair softly, smiling ever so slightly at her gently whimper, "Oh Emily, what can I do to show you that I love you? Will you ever love me as well?"
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Guys I am really sorry that this is late. I had it typed up and everything, just forgot to upload it.
Good news though- nothing I have to really worry about as of right now. Which means I can work on this peacefully without crying from stress.
So, I will see you next week!
-Sketch1997