Chapter Two: Faceing Fear, Burn, What?!, This City, and Ageing
Author's Notes: Welcome to another chapter! I hope the last chapter was good and considering that you came back for more it was passable lol Enjoy this chapter too!
Faceing Fear
Word Count (Not Counting the song): 410
Authors Notes:I've written this pairing before, and I like the song, lol sorry I had to write this when I was listening to this song.
Pairing: Nightwing/Scarecrow
Band/Song: My Darkest Day/Sick and Twisted Affair
I can smell the fear
Theres no reflection when you look in the mirror
You're out for blood and you can smell the fear
Beauty, poison, They just keep telling you that you need me tonight
It was sick really, The things Scarecrow would do to him and he would take it-come back for it. The pain and the pleasure all mixed up and it was so messed up. He remembered the man when he was a teenager, Scarecrow was older than him-been through the grinder longer than he'd been fighting at Batman's side, and what would Batman say? Would he hate him, or would he just go find Scarecrow and beat the crud out of him? Either way, it wouldn't be good if Batman found out. Yet, the scars, the cuts, and bruises that Scarecrow left behind the same ones that Jonathan kissed... It was so messed up, why couldn't he have someone else rather than the older man who really did seem to have spilt personality disorder, who pretended that Scarecrow and Jonathan Crane were the same person, one just hiding behind the mask.
One side loved to hurt him and honestly he liked the pain, because he knew after the pain came all the pleasure and Jonathan sure knew how to bring the pleasure-he'd always thought that he'd never been in a romantic relationship or well ever had sex but Jonathan proved him wrong the first time they'd been alone and spontaneously ended up having sex-Scarecrow had led that too, they'd fought so hard and then suddenly they weren't fighting anymore, Jonathan had caught up his hands and bound them rather clinically before his mouth was on him-no he hadn't swooped down for a kiss, no he was down on his prick, sucking like his life depended on it and well Richard hadn't exactly said no at any point...thus the start of their rather strange-dare he call it relationship? And there was no going back, especially when Scarecrow stopped gassing the public and only gassed him, which only made their sex life all the better-seriously the scarecrow must have added some aphrodisiac to the mix because he was getting off harder now then he'd ever before and Jonathan seemed content with his work and life…
Whatever it was that had started it all, well he wasn't exactly going to examine that-because it didn't matter anymore, Jonathan nor Scarecrow were going back to Arkham anytime soon. Not as long as he played with them and well-he wasn't about to stop any time soon, no-not when peoples lives could be on the line and besides the sex was fantastic. Why something that felt so good, should have to be so wrong?
Burn
Word Count (Not Counting the song): 378
Pairing: Batman/DeadShot T_T stupid dice lol
A/N: I've never written DeadShot before so sorry-totally out of character. Though to be honest so is batman lol
Band/Song: In this Moment/Burn
burn me alive
set me on fire
and watch me die
Burn me alive
these no reason to cry now
there's nothing to forgive
Teeth ripped into his skin as he clawed at the caped back, they mashed together-nearly fighting as they fucked. The burn felt good, so very good-it was as if he had nothing to worry about other than the beast before him feeding on his blood. Letting out a guttural groan he pulled away to gasp for air, there almost wasn't any time to breath as they clawed away at each other. Blood and sweat coating him, he was fairly certain he'd made some wounds on his partner as well-and how had they come to this? The fight had been so distant, starting off on nearly opposite sides of the city and now here they were in an abandoned warehouse, clawing and screwing-not apparently giving two fucks about who might walk in on them-or the fact that it was more than just a fight that they were participating in.
"We're fucking crazy." Batman chuckled darkly and swooped down, biting as much as kissing. It was intoxicating really, he wasn't the sort to be into men but this really wasn't about the sex-not really. He growled as Batman bit him particularly hard, pushing the man back he tackled him so now it was the bat on his back rather than him. He wasn't about to let the guy get the upper hand after all.
"Just do it." That was all he needed to rip into that black suit, just trying to find where the suit ended and the skin began because they both knew where this had been heading they were bound to go this far, burning each other alive because that's what they were good at doing-killing on his part and not killing on the Batman's part and they would collide forever because one knew it was good business and the other knew it was bad for the hero to do it. No matter what the press called them. "Shit, how the hell?" Batman growled and threw him off, he didn't quite follow how to get the man's pants off but there he was bared waist down, so very ready to fuck or be fucked. That was all he needed to see before he jumped Batman again. They were both going to burn in hell for this. "Shut up."
What?!
Word Count (Not Counting the song): 315
A/N: My dice decided to be seriously messed up in the head and I was just fooling around on my music search. When I found this song, for some reason it just clicked to my messed up muses.
Just Imagine the Joker saying the title lol, Thats what I hear every time I look at it lol And though I never did manage to get any farther for this story I figure some version of it will pop up somewhere else in this.
Pairing: Joker (Nolanverse Version)/Penguin (Gotham Version)
Band/Song: Vengaboys/Boom, boom, boom, boom
If you're alone and you need a friend
someone to make you forget your problems
just come along baby take my hand
I'll be your lover tonight, this is what I want to do
one and one, just me and you
Boom, boom, boom, boom
I want you in my room
Finding himself in a rather opulent room was different, he always found himself in a dingy place-so where the hell was he? His head hurt, his mouth tasted like cigars, and why the hell did his hips hurt so damned much? He sat up and much to his surprise he was buck naked, okay-that was new, usually he woke up from a drinking binge with at least his boxers on. Speaking of which where the hell were they and for that matter where the hell was he? He got out of the giant bed and searched around, finding most of his clothes-where the fuck were his shoes? He sighed; Whoever's place he'd crashed at was nice, though a bit on the old side...So honestly that left two options on who it might be-some old fucker's house that he'd broken into or the Penguin's place, either way it wasn't going to end pretty, since Cobblepot disliked his kind of fun and well he thought Peng's was annoying and a little snitch.
He frowned at the bruises on his wrist as he buttoned his sleeves-and what the hell was that about? It looked like he'd been handcuffed, his eyes shifted around the room and found them on the bed post...ohhh okay, whatever. He just needed to get out of here without Oswald finding him. Because obviously he'd used the bastards bed with someone who'd woken-Probably freaked all the fuck out and left him there. God he was going to kill whoever thought it was a smart idea to handcuff him to the bed because having cuff like bruises on his wrist was a damned bitch. They didn't hurt per say but they were annoying to look at on his deathly white skin.
Well, it could be worst he supposed, Cobblepot wasn't exactly the nicest man ever-but he was weak physically-though the hired thugs helped quite a bit.
This City
Word Count (NCS): 320
Pairing: Selina Kyle/Basil Karlo (Pre Relationship)
Band/Song: Red Hot Chili peppers/Tell Me Baby
Tell me baby what's your story
where do you come from and where you want to go this time
your so lovely, are you lonely?
giving up on the innocence you left behind
It had been a long trail of deceit and theft but she was getting crazy with her yo-yo relationship with Bruce, really you would think he would like her more considering she knew he was batman but something just wasn't clicking anymore and she just had to get away from him for a while, but apparently you couldn't get away from Gotham because you'd eventually run into someone you knew was from Gotham and then you'd talk about Gotham.
"I'm surprised to find you here." She'd heard about him having gone back to normal through some miracle from batman or something-He looked kind of like how he use to, there were things obviously different-his hair color for one. It was brown now rather than black, and his eyes were a watery brown green. "Right back at you." He sighed and motioned if he could sit, Selina was interested so she nodded; "So, how's life been treating you?" Basil frowned; "Better than it was, I've got people asking me if I would go back to the movies, but I don't think I need that kind of stress, what about you?" Selina wondered what she should say; "I could be better, my boyfriend's driving me nuts-I don't think it's going to last with us, we're...Just too different." He nodded; "I hate how that happens, I tried to get with the doctor that wanted to help me before-but we just didn't see eye to eye and broke up." Okay, so it wasn't too much to share. She didn't know why she just blurted that out, but they had been allies before so maybe it wasn't that odd.
Maybe she could hang around and see what he was up to, not that she was interested in starting anything with him. Sure he knew the life and what it was like but now he's normal, though normal might just be what the doctor ordered.
Ageing
Word Count (NCS): 446
A/N: Just another take on Grayson leaving
Pairing: Barbra Gordon/Richard Grayson
(And what were the odds of rolling that pair on a D20?!)
Band/Song: FireFlight/ What I've overcome
If only you could see me yesterday
Who I use to be before the change
you'd see a broken heart, you'd see the battle scars
Funny how words can't explain how good it feels to finally break the chains
I'm not what I've done I'm what I've overcome
I know I stumble, I know I still face defeat
These second chances will define me
So I'm moving forward I'm standing on my two feet
The fight had been epic, and god he hadn't meant to say those things to her but she just made him so angry. Why did she think so much of Bruce? It wasn't like he was a good role model because honestly the only thing he'd ever taught him was how to lie better, how to hit harder-that the Job must be first before anything else. Didn't Barbra understand how much it hurt him to know she wanted the relationship but she wanted the Job too and because of the Job it was driving a wedge between them?
And of course telling her such would only make her more angry then she had been, and it was natural for her to walk away from him because of it. It sucked, he just wanted out of the life-he wanted to leave and never come back-to open his wings and fly away. One day there would be too much, one day he and Bruce wouldn't see eye to eye and he would leave. But for right now, he just had to talk to Barbra and keep fighting in the night. Even if it killed him.
And then it happened, Barbra was going to always want to be Batgirl and he was no longer interested in being Robin. After he punched Batman, for almost getting Barbra killed, though he knew it wasn't really his fault. He went home and packed up all his belongings, and Jesus-did he really have so little? Alfred looked on trying to dissuade him but it was done and over with. He was up and leaving, he was going to leave Gotham too just to get himself farther away from the man who'd adopted him and the man who would never give up on being Batman. He didn't need that noise anymore, and months later looking back he was kind of lonely. His place while nice and not overly expensive-or at least not for a rich boy like him, it also echoed so loudly. He did need the room, to keep practicing and yet…He longed sometimes to be back in Gotham, training in the cave and keeping an eye on the dark shape that was Batman, ready for a moment's notice to get suited up and heading out…
That would never happen again for as long as he lived because he'd made the choice to leave and coming back wouldn't look so good on him. Not that Batman would care-he'd just say something sharp and cutting. Something along the lines of not losing his temper again. Like he was still a child, no. There was no going back-but he could start here…Do something good here.