Five

"Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down," I hummed under my breath as I thumbed through a stack of papers. "Pistol packing mama…" I paused as I finally found the paper I needed. A triumphant smile split my face, and I placed the stack back into the filing cabinet. "About time I found you, you sneaky little paper you. Thinkin' you can just hide from lil' ol' Leslie, huh? Tsk tsk."

"Glad to see you're enjoying yourself," remarked a smooth masculine voice.

I almost screeched as I pinched my mouth shut and spun around to look at the person who'd come into the room with me. The paper in my hand fluttered carelessly to the ground. I didn't even notice it to be honest. Instead I found myself stuck like a deer in headlights.

"Ah-ah, Mr. Wayne! What- How can I help you, sir?" I stuttered.

"I apologize I didn't realize anyone would be in here. I was coming in here to make sure that Lucius was getting the papers I needed, but I see that you have everything covered. I don't believe we've met. Bruce Wayne," he remarked as I blinked at the easy going smirk curling the corner of his lip and the hand outstretched toward me.

Despite the fact that I started my internship two weeks ago, I had yet to meet the infamous Bruce Wayne. I've heard the receptionists and other women in the offices titter about him, and of course I had met a few of his major employees (Mr. Fox being one of them). I've even seen him walking to his office or out the door in the lobby. Seeing him though, and him actually see and processing me as an actual person rather than a background character was a bit intimidating...especially considering my goal was to eventually work for him.

"Er, hello. Leslie Marvey," I replied with an attempt at a smile as I grasped his hand. Was it weird that I noticed that they were rougher than I thought they'd be?

"Nice to meet you." Goodness, could his smile be anymore blinding?

"You too, sir."

"I must say, you certainly have made Lucius' life better. Poor man is always drowning in paperwork. I'm glad he took my advice and looked for an intern," Bruce said as he bent down to pick up the paper I had forgotten about. I felt my cheeks heat up when he passed it to me. "I trust you're enjoying your time here?"

He swept an arm out and ushered me out of the room as I replied, "Of course, sir! I-I love it here! I'm-" I bit my tongue to stop myself from gushing out my enthusiasm. No need to weird out my sort of boss.

Bruce, who for some reason was walking me down the hall to the elevator,tilted his head in what I presumed to be curiosity. I could almost feel the employees around us staring at me( I think there was a few glares tossed in there too). "You what, Leslie?" Bruce asked.

"I-um...I was going to say that I really hoped to see your technology labs at some point in my internship. I've always dreamed of seeing them...and possibly working in them one day. They have to be one of the top research labs in the world."

I refused to look up at Bruce, instead feeling a little naive that I had shared my dream with CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Luckily, I didn't have to look directly at Bruce to know that he found my answer amusing. The chrome elevator doors in front of us revealed Bruce's smile which was softer and more genuine than it had appeared earlier in our conversation.

"I take it you're a huge fan of Wayne Enterprises," Bruce remarked as the elevator doors slipped open.

"Naturally, sir." I stepped into the elevator and turned to see Bruce still outside. He had his phone pressed against his ear (Surprisingly I hadn't even noticed that it had been ringing). The phone itself looked futuristic, but that was all I was able to process before a stabbing pain erupted from behind my eyes at the strong pulses the device sent out. I hissed while placing a hand up to my forehead. Dimly, I registered Bruce's voice as he talked to the person on the other line. For some reason I couldn't really hear the person Bruce was talking to, but I was in too much pain to really pay attention to that detail.

The doors had slid shut during my sudden migraine, and I slowly registered that the elevator ascend to the next floor. I groaned as the ding from the elevator arriving at its destination caused the headache to pulse once more.

I placed my hand on the doors and pushed passed a few disgruntled businessmen as they loaded onto the elevator. When I heard the murmur of their voices grow dimmer and the elevator buzzing as it carried on its merry way, I glanced up. I was in an empty hall, the bright floor and sunlight from the windows causing me to squint my eyes and growl in pain.

What the hell was that? I slumped against the window, the paper in my hand crumpling. It was like the phone had so much...power? If that made sense. When my normal empathy had reached out to that outlet of energy, it had been...forcefully pushed out? From experience I knew that this meant the device had been on a secure line...like secret-government-black-ops-shush-shush secure. Like every hacker kid in the movies, I had indeed tried to get into government files and the what not (I mean come on, who doesn't want to know the truth behind conspiracy theories like Roswell and 9/11?). Sure it was easy to skim the surface files, but once I tried to dig deeper it was like running into an electric fence. It shocked me out of my meditative state, and I had a migraine to last for days. As you can probably imagine, I did not try that again.

That's what Bruce's phone felt like. Like an amped up electric fence...something that drew me in, but forcefully kept me out. It was an extremely powerful device. It made me wonder, just what was Bruce Wayne hiding?

"Ah, Leslie, I was wondering where you ran off to," Mr. Fox murmured with a slightly condescending look as I ducked into his office with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, Mr. Fox."

"Well, did you at least get the paper I needed?"

I grimaced and shuffled over to the man's desk. He raised an eyebrow at the paper's crumpled state, but didn't say anything. I was silently thankful for that.

"Um, Mr. Fox?" I began once Fox turned back to his computer after he had placed the paper in one of the drawers.

"Yes, Leslie?"

"Would you mind if I stepped out for a few minutes-unless you needed me to do something for you?"

Fox waved me off, "You're fine. I'll page you if I need you."

"Thank you, sir," I replied as I headed back out into the hall. I looked both ways, noting that the clock on the wall read around 12:45. Good. A good majority of Wayne Enterprise Employees should still be at lunch.

I slunk down the hall, wary of running into everyone as I made it to the stairs. I was about to do something a little stupid, and the sad part was my conscious wasn't making me forget. Luckily, I was able to push the voice telling me to stop and go back to Fox, and instead I pushed my empathy to latch onto any technological device in the vicinity. Which was a lot.

I pushed into the stairwell and grabbed onto the railing as the usual flood of information surrounded me. It took me a few seconds but I was able to pinpoint the energy of a computer that resided in the research labs. I slowly made my way down the stairs, glad that barely anyone wanted to brace the seemingly hundreds of flights of stairs and instead chose to travel in the elevator. It'd be hard to explain why I was about 3 floors underground and not in a section I was necessarily sanctioned to be in.

When I reached the floor I needed to be in, I was stopped short by an electric door that needed an ID. Sighing, I sauntered up to the door and placed my hand on it. At first the thing stubbornly refused to let me through. After about twenty minutes I found a kink in its so called armor and I was able to give it a false ID.

The door slid open to reveal a dark space. I arched an eyebrow and slowly walked into the room. Sensors picked up my movement and the lights flickered on until I found myself in something I considered heaven.

Blueprints of all kinds littered the tables scattered about the room. Some prototypes were displayed in glass cases lining the wall, and I stopped short when I noticed that some of them had odd shapes. It looked like adventuring gear. Oh that one looked like a cool walkie talkie...I shook my head and headed to the computer nestled in the corner.

I paused in the middle of the room. No one was in here right? I craned my head to look up and I spotted a camera. With my eyes honed in on it I coaxed it to play a stream on loop and delete any film of me. Surprisingly, it wasn't difficult.

I plopped down in the chair in front of the computer and I slowly placed my hand on the keyboard. I took a deep breath and dove head first into the network.

I glanced in confusion at the envelope being handed to me. My gaze shifted to Fox. "What's this?"

Fox huffed and tossed the envelope on the desk in front of me. "Bruce Wayne is always holding a gala of some sort, and he always extends invites to his employees. He told me to offer an invite to you since you're technically a part of the staff."

"Oh," I replied as I slid the envelope into my hand and opened it. "When is it?"

"Next Friday. Be sure to dress fancy. It wouldn't be good to be the only one there under dressed."

"Of course. Do you need anything else?"

Fox had his back turned so he just lifted a hand as a dismissal. "No, I'm good. Why don't you head home?"

"Okay…" I raised an eyebrow and peered down at the letter in my hand. It looked fancy enough. I shrugged and stuffed it back into the envelope. I looked up again and noticed that Fox had disappeared from the room as quickly as he had come in.

"I swear that man is like a ghost…" I muttered under my breath as I pushed back from the desk and stood.

It had been three days since my excursion down into the basement. No one noticed me slipping back into Fox's office afterward thankfully. Because honestly? I think I'd be screwed if people knew I had been snooping around down there.

And Hoo boy did I find some things. Mr. Wayne had been very, very busy it seemed. After being under for less than a minute I had been able to mine so much encrypted data that it left me like a bee flailing in a pool. I wasn't able to get too indepth with since the data had been encrypted with the odd security his phone had had, but I was able to push through my headache to find that Bruce had been buying a lot of specialized gear. Like so much that the cost made me wish I had that many zeroes tagging the end of my paycheck.

After three minutes though I had to get out from the system. The migraine was too much.

It made me curious though...what did Bruce need with the gear he had? I leaned against the desk behind me, my head tilted to look up at the ceiling as I pondered this. I snapped out of my thoughts when my phone chirped at me.

I pulled the device from my pocket and glanced at the message on the screen.

So I heard that you are going to the gala next friday...this is dick btw. That smokin hot guy you met in the library and went with you to get ice cream

I rolled my eyes at that but I couldn't help but be confused.

Yeah...sure? how did you get this number?

A few seconds passed before my phone chirped again.

Lucius

I gazed at the messaged, a little betrayed that Fox had given my number out willy nilly...though Dick was Bruce's son...so I guess it made a little sense...but still.

My phone notified me to another message, Do you need a date?

I wasnt aware I needed one… I typed out. I pushed off the desk and headed to the door of the office I was in.

Well you dont really need one per see...but its like highly encouraged. Plus I know someone who needs a date.

I raised an eyebrow. Oh really?

Yeah, it's jason.

I side eyed the message and tucked my phone to my side as I entered the elevator. When I finally exited it, I saw that Dick had messaged me again.

Please? Pretty pretty please? Ill buy you some ice cream.

Hmm...tempting...darn, he knew my weakness (hint: it's free food) and he barely knew me.

Fine. Why do you need to get him a date?

Great! I'll make sure he picks you up!

Dick? You didnt answer the question….

What color do you plan on wearing?

Dick why does he need a date

Red? Im thinkin red...yeah definitely red

Dick!

Whoops gotta go

"Leslie stop fidgeting. You're messing up my hard work," Beth chastised as she grabbed a wipe and cleaned off the smudged eyeshadow on my eyelids

"Sorry, it tickles," I replied while trying to repress a smile. Beth could get so worked up over somethings. It was funny.

Beth scowled at me but went back to dusting on eye shadow. "Stop smiling. It's not funny. This is serious business here, Les. You're about to go to your first major event for Wayne Enterprises, and you're going with the CEO's adopted son! Since you don't feel inclined to actually doll yourself up, that leaves it to me. I'd be damned if my roommate and best friend went to a gala looking like a hobo."

"Oh come on, I did not look like a hobo!"

Friday had rolled around way too fast in my opinion. I had spent the past week shopping with Beth (who I might add was way more thrilled than I'd think she should be at the event) for a dress and makeup. After picking out a slimming black dress (yeah I did it out of spite, take that Dick), and finding more makeup than I could afford ("Beth...I don't think-" "Nonsense! I'll pay for it, don't worry!"), I was left in suspense for my upcoming "date".

When I told Beth who my date was, she flipped and gushed. I felt weary about it (I mean Dick had acted pretty suspicious), but Beth sternly told me I had to be dressed to the nines by the time Jason came to pick me up. In an effort to humor my friend, I applied my usual winged eyeliner and mascara. Beth, head poking in to check on me, was horrified and sat me down for a full makeover akin to the one on my last date (Let's just hope this one goes marginally better…).

"Okay, maybe not a hobo, but girl you can't just do what you do every other day! This is your time to spice things up," Beth replied. She took a step back from my face, studying her work.

"Are you almost done?" I looked down at my phone in my lap. The screen lit up and showed the time. "They are gonna be here soon…"

Beth waved off my concern. "Don't worry, you still have plenty of time."

A few seconds later I got a text from Dick saying that he was here with Jason and his date. I glanced up at Beth with an 'I-told-you-so-face'. "Well guess what, they're here."

She sheepishly backed away from me and put a hand up to stop me. "Hang on. I'll go stall them. You go put on your shoes and jewelry." Without waiting for a reply, the girl dashed out of the bathroom, her curls bouncing.

I sighed and stood up. My knees popped and I groaned at the feel of being able to stretch. Nothing like being forced to sit in a chair for two hours.

It took a few minutes, but soon I was leaving my dorm and heading downstairs to the front. I stepped outside and shivered. It had been getting colder and colder lately, and I found that I was glad that I had the forethought to bring my coat with me.

Beth stood near the open window of some sleek sports car. It hummed with electricity and I really, really wanted to drive it. It looks so...aesthetically pleasing. I looked up from the car and to the driver. Dick smiled at me and I saw that next to him was Barbara.

She looked dazzling. Her red hair was pinned back in a chignon. She was wearing a sparkling dark blue dress, with a silver necklace strung around her neck. Dick's suit tie matched the dress.

"Aw don't you guys looks cute," I said with a grin. I walked forward and stood next to Beth. "I'm guessing you're his date, Barbara?"

"Unfortunately," Barbara replied teasingly. Dick looked over at her with a frown.

"Don't act like you won't enjoy yourself, Babs," Dick said.

"Can we please get a move on?" A voice murmured from the back seat. I looked over and saw Jason sitting sullenly.

I went over to the back door and had to steady myself with the car when the heel on my shoe got caught on the sidewalk. Beth tutted at me as I slid into the car. "Please don't hurt yourself tonight, Leslie. Last thing I need is you getting a broken ankle."

"Shuddup," I mumbled with a blush.

"Alright, well, nice to meet you Elizabeth. If you don't mind we have to leave before we're late," Dick said as he switched the car's gear from park to drive. Beth stepped back from the car and waved as we drove off.

As the sun slipped behind the horizon, I peered over at Jason. He was staring out the window with his body turned away from me. He looked really broody. I also noticed he didn't have a phone on him. How curious.

"Thanks for coming with us, Leslie," Barbara commented after a few beats of silence.

"Oh it was no problem," I replied giving her a smile when she looked back at me.

Jason gave an almost inaudible huff. Dick glared at him from the rearview mirror, but the teen studiously ignored him. A tense undercurrent permeated the car, and I awkwardly looked out the window. I got there distinct feeling I wasn't an appreciated add-on in Jason's mind.

The car ride for the most part felt tense, and even though Barbara attempted to start up conversations with me, most everyone was silent. I passed the time by looking at the city blurring by and occasionally looking over at Jason.

"So," I started as I twiddled my thumbs, "Any reason why you needed me to come with you guys as Jason's date?"

Barbara, who had been talking lowly with Dick, paused and looked back at me. I couldn't tell for sure, but she looked a little...guilty?

Huh.

"Well…" Barbara fumbled. She looked over at Dick.

"Just say it, Barbie. Apparently I 'need a babysitter'," Jason growled out. He glared over at the redhead, and I felt myself sinking further into my seat.

Barbara's face turned condescending and she opened her mouth to retort. Jason however lifted a hand and grumbled, "Save it. We all know it's true. No need to make it seem like it's something that it's not."

"Jason, stop moping. You know what Bruce said," Dick interjected.

"Bruce isn't here right now is he?" Jason replied.

The Car gave a sudden lurch and the radio suddenly became louder. Barbara's head whipped the the radio and struggled to turn it down as the sound blasted through the car's speakers. Jason had his hands covering his ears and he was yelling something I couldn't make out.

Instead I sunk further in my seat and cursed my powers. The car had sensed my distress and had acted out when my empathy had latched onto it.

"What is going on? Dick!" Barbara frantically pressed the off button on the radio.

"It wasn't me!" Dick yelled back, looking a little bit freaked out.

"Oh so the car just started freaking out on its own, did it? I swear Grayson." Jason bit out before turning back to the window.

I took a huge gulp of air and forced myself to calm down. The jerking of the car soon ceased and Dick was back to steering the car smoothly to wherever the gala was being held. I noted that his grip on the wheel was tight enough that his knuckles were turning white.

"What the hell was that," Barbara muttered into the silence that followed. No one replied.

The party was...well everything I sorta expected it to be. When we arrived, we were guided up an over-the-top staircase to a large room lit with a warm glow. People mingled about on the floor below us, and Dick went to join them with Barbara in tow. He looked back at Jason and I only once to give Jason a stern look that I perceived to be a warning. Of course the broody teen just huffed and marched down to the dance floor.

I followed almost reluctantly. After their little argument in the car (and my sorta lapse in control), I didn't actually feel inclined to hang around Jason. Especially since he didn't even bother to mask his obvious lack of wanting me around. But I floated behind him, making sure that my eyes never left him as he trekked his way to a relatively secluded area.

"You don't have to follow me, you know," Jason bit out as he rounded on me.

I blinked. "But...you're kinda my date?"

"So? Doesn't mean you have to follow me around like a lost puppy. Why don't you go get a drink or something. Or, I know, Why don't you go trip over some guy and ruin his night that way? Maybe spill that drink on him."

"Hey, no need to be rude." My previous calm melted into annoyance. What was this kid's problem? "Don't take your anger out on me, buddy. I'm just trying to be polite here and honor my promise to be your date."

"Yeah? Well consider your promise honored and scram." The light bulbs nearest us flickered, and I heard a few surprised murmurs as a few people patted their pockets and purses for their beeping phones.

"Wow, what did I ever do to you, asshole? You know what, bye. If you're gonna be like this I can see why Dick asked me to be your babysitter. You act just like a child." I turned away from him. I had to force myself not to stomp away as I tried to put as much distance between us as I could. I could the feel the electricity in the air dancing on my skin. I wouldn't be surprised if I shocked anyone from them just being near me.

Once I was clear across the room, I paused and swiped a glass from a waiter floating by. Not even bothering to check what it was, I gulped down the drink. The sparkly flavor of champagne and the bitterness of alcohol coated my tongue and I gagged. "Oh gross," I muttered as I stared down at my drink in disgust. Did this gala have to live up to cliches?

Sighing I leaned back against the wall and tilted my head back with my eyes closed. After a few seconds, I felt my heart rate calm down and the electricity on my skin dissipate. Letting out another sigh I pushed off the wall and went to mingle. Might as well make connections while I'm here, right?

I spent a good hour after that floating around talking to people...well not really talking. More like standing there, smiling and nodding as some socialite prattled on and on about their thing though to these people. Occasionally I would spot Dick or Barbara, but I didn't see Jason. Not that I cared.

I was in the middle of a weathered woman yakking to me about her Yorkie when a a clang sounded around the room that had everyone stopped what they were doing and quiet down. A man strolled onto the stage set on the far edge of the room, with lights aimed at the stage causing him to appear like a other lights around the area turned off, and a murmur started up.

"Now, now, everybody, no need to worry," crooned the man. A shiver went down my spine. He didn't sound right.

I backed away from the woman beside me and slowly made my way to a table. Out of the corner of my eyes I spotted a hulking shape push its way through the crowd.

"The party is just about to get started. You sir, what do you think you're doin'?" A spotlight swiveled over to point at a rotund man who was trying to skitter out a door. He gulped visibly when the light landed on his red face, and I felt uneasy as he shuffled to stand tall. He mouthed something but his voice was so low that it barely carried. The figure on stage did a twirl with his arm and placed his hand near his ear. "Pardon, what was that, friend?"

"I-I have to go," The other man said unsteadily.

"Tsk, tsk, Leaving already? We can't have you leaving! Geoff, why don't you escort our man to the stage?"

The shape I had seen out the corner of my eye stepped forward and grasped at the round man's arm. He jerked him away from the door and dragged him over to the stage. When they passed by me, I spotted a gun tucked in the band of 'Geoff's' pants, and I felt the tingles in my spine ...something definitely was wrong.

The crowd parted to let the men through. The man on stage let out a maniacal giggle as he enthusiastically waved them on stage. The spot lights swiveled around to where the man on stage became lit up.

I felt my knees wobble and almost give out from beneath me. My hand flew to the table beside me so I could steady myself. Standing in a purple suit, the Joker looked more scary than I thought he'd be. I'd seen him in multiple news articles, and I've even caught a police report or two on the crimes this man committed. In his photos, he always looked a tad crazy (or smug). Seeing it relatively up close though was a different story.

His green hair was slicked back (was it dyed?), and white facepaint seemed to emphasize every grotesque thing about the man. His smile was downright creepy, and his eyes held the gleam of a madman with nothing to lose. I shuddered when he looked in my direction, but his eyes quickly darted away to other parts of the crowd.

"Now Geoff, be a dear and make our man comfortable so that we can show everyone how we treat guests who are rude, hm?"

The crowd gave out agitated whispers and a few moved to the doors, Of course they were blocked when a few more of the Joker's goons slithered out from the fringes of the crowd. They looked as intimidating as Joker himself, faces painted white and guns held against thier chests.

The round man on stage was kicked in the back of his knee by Geoff, and he crumpled to the ground with a cry. Geoff yanked both hands behind the man's back and procured a zipline tie to bind the round man's wrists. With a gun pressed against the round man's head, Geoff looked expectantly at the Joker.

"Now...does everyone have thier wallets on them? Yes? Great! Alright boys, go ahead and grab them for me, would ya? Better hurry before my lovely batsy friend comes by and drops in. I would suggest you all cooperate. I'd hate to have to make an example of this fine gentleman."

The crowd around me erupted in noise. I ducked down in surprise when one of the goons fired their gun into the air. Everyone froze and the Joker held out his hands as if to placate them. "Now, now, no need to make a fuss. Just do as I said and then we can get out of here."

People reluctantly dug into purses and pockets to give to the henchmen that rifled through the crowd. I didn't bother, and instead I looked around me to see what I could do. I couldn't just stand there, I mean I technically had the means to do something, right? Despite the bravado I tried to summon up, all I could feel was my heart pounding away in my chest, and the phones and other electronics attempting to calm me down.

The lights on stage flickered in time with my heartbeat, and the Joker peered up at them in curiosity. I backed up and accidentally bumped into a few people. The lights finally stabilized after I consciously told them to stop, but I had to place my hands over my mouth and close my eyes in order to calm down.

Suddenly, one of the glass windows shattered and a round black object bounced onto the floor. The ball bounced a few feet before stopping just short of the stage. About half a second passed when the ball spurted out giant plumes of smoke.

After that I heard the sound of yelling and gunfire. I felt the people around me bump into me as they struggled to escape the scene, and I was knocked down to the floor when one person carelessly pushed me aside. I hissed in pain as my hip knocked into the hard floor, but I forced myself to curl into a ball to avoid being stepped on. When I was able to get a reprieve from the stampede, I crawled over to the table and ducked underneath it.

The sounds from the stage and center of the room were muffled by the table skirt, and I took a second to compose myself. Before I could get very far in that endeavour, the table suddenly collapsed on me. I shrieked and rolled over a bit but found that my legs were caught by one of Joker's goons who had been thrown onto the table. He groaned as I attempted to tug my leg out from underneath him. The man opened his eyes and when he caught sight of me, he reached over and went to grab for my arm.

I yelped and attempted to kick at him. Of course that didn't really work (duh, your leg's caught, Leslie, what were you thing? Oh, right, you weren't). The man rolled over to where he was straddling my hips, and I started to freak out.

"What the fuck are you doing! Get off me! Get off! Get off!" I yelled as I struggled to push him off. The man placed his gun in the center of my forehead and I paused.

"Now girly, you're gonna help me you hear? No funny business, ya hear?" He threatened as he leaned over me.

"Yes, I hear you asshole, now get off of me!"

"I think you should listen to what the lady says," Commented a figure out of my visual range. The man atop me didn't get a chance to reply as he was suddenly yanked off me and thrown. I tilted my head back and saw Robin as he faced off with multiple henchmen. Just beyond him I noticed a black figure chasing after the Joker as he darted out through the broken window.

I scrambled to my feet, kicking off my heels in the process. When I was relatively able to stand, I took off in a sprint to the nearest door. Right as I was about to reach it, I felt a pain like any other tear through the muscle above my right calf. I shrieked and crumpled to the floor.

I turned my head to look and see who shot me (I mean nothing else could hurt this badly, could it?) and spotted the man who had landed on me. Robin, too preoccupied with three other goons, hadn't noticed the man stalking towards me. I attempted to scoot further from him (of course I wasn't fast enough).

He reached down and grabbed my hair and yanked me to my feet. I noted he had a bloody nose, but soon all I could focus on was the pain radiating from my scalp. I hissed like a cat and attempted to claw at the hand in my hair. I felt the gun tuck itself right under my chest.

"Just because you had the bird boy try to save ya, don't mean you're safe girly," the man growled.

I glared, about to retort until I noticed the electric chandelier above us. I called out to it with my empathy, and watched in satisfaction as it started to slowly move back and forth.

"Guess you're right, buddy. But...just because I look harmless doesn't mean I am."

The chandelier, due to the force of it being swung, snapped apart from its chain and came crashing down on us. I attempted to tug myself from the man's grip but felt a shot of fear when I realized I couldn't.

Well...shit.

The chandelier's crash sounded like shattering glass. One of the branches of lights knocked me on the head and I felt a roaring pain. All I could think was that I was lucky the majority of the the thing didn't crash on me. But, because the man still had his hand tangled in my hair, I went down right along with him.

The room dimmed, though I don't think it was the lights. The edges of my vision blackened and I reached up to pry my hair from the guy's slacked grip worked in my favor, and I slowly pushed myself along the floor. It was sticky, and I didn't wanna think about why it was sticky.

"Well," I rasped as I found myself stuck (Once more) under one of the arms digging into my back. "This didn't exactly go like I wanted."

I blinked heavily and felt my head slump to the ground.

Oh.

Whoops.

I blacked out.

Well...let's hope I don't die in my sleep from a concussion.

I got a ao3 account. It's under the same user name as this one. Oh and the song at the beginning is a reference to fallout 4 (I had that song stuck in my head for a while...) It's called Pistol Packing Mama for those of you who want to hear it.

idk when I'll update again. Hopefully by next month?