Whoop whoop! I kept in on my promise! Hope you like this update because things are starting to move quickly just like the movie! Special and many thanks to my wonderful reviewers: WarriorDragonElf54, Deppster34, and Marianne 16!
-yesiamweird
"This is awesome!" I cheered sitting in the passenger seat of Blake's new car. "I mean, the car is just like the old one without the gate in the back, but still! This promotion is awesome! How much more are you gonna make?!"
Blake rolled his eyes at me, as if saying it wasn't something I should be questioning about. "Does it really matter?"
"Yes." I defensively added. "Do you know how much money you owe me for all the god damn times I've covered your ass?! Let's just say that you owe me about-"
"Alright, alright!" Blake retaliated with a hesitant chuckle. "Jesus, you'd think I wouldn't cut ya a break or something? I know how ya are Mags."
"Oh yea?" I sunk into the seat. My feet were starting to ache again from yesterday's unplanned marathon in heels. "And how exactly, 'am I,' huh?" He didn't answer me, but proceeded to puff out a laugh. The car turned into the parking lot of our building and then stopped in an open spot next to the entrance. "Nice spot." I nodded reaching for the door handle until Blake's hand on my neck forced me to turn to him.
"Mags… I…I-"
"Don't say it… just don't…" I rolled my eyes remembering the comment he mentioned over the phone. That warmth in my stomach proceeded to tingle throughout my body indicating my ignition for sexual obligations. But instead my brain was allowing me to ignore it. "I'm not in the mood. And after yesterday and everything…"
My head retreated back to the handle and my hands propped the door aside. Standing up onto the harsh concrete ground was proving to get the better of my throbbing feet. When I got inside, I decided, I would make sure to take a boiling tub of water filled with Epsom salts for my injury.
The two of us walked through the doorway and towards the elevator without the need for a conversation. As soon as the door pushed aside and allowing us access to the third floor, I turned my head to my roommate. "I should have asked Carm for a take-home plate of hash browns."
John huffed a smile and while pulling out his keys from his pocket. "Yea, if it's not your stubbornness, those hash browns will definitely be the death of ya." He placed the gold key into the lock while turning it and looking to me sarcastically, "Well that or the fact that you enjoy running into danger headfirst according to Foley."
I rolled my eyes at that name. "Ugh, don't even talk to me about that creep." The two of us shuffled into our quaint little home tired from the exhausting day we had been through. "You know, I don't understand how the others can even stand him! I only met the guy for like ten minutes and trust me, he was dead about 50 times over inside of my head!"
Blake laughed while throwing his jacket onto the couch and flopping into the comfort of the cushion. "Yea… I wonder that myself sometimes…"
"You want a beer?" I asked from the refrigerator. His slight 'mmmhm' caused me to pull out two bottles. "I'm gonna need to buy more beer for the game." I mentioned aloud while handing him the bottle and taking a spot next to him.
"The Rapid City game?" He took a swig of his drink after responding to my comment.
"Of course," I sipped the bottle and then flipped off my shoes with the use of my feet. They looked just as bad as they did yesterday… minus the blood. "You gonna be here?"
"Don't know… all depends on work."
I sighed. It was sort of a tradition for us to watch the big game together. We would scarf a whole two bag of chips and a case of beer during the four-hour battle of the pigskin. "Alright then. I'll call you and let you know who wins."
"Ha, thanks…" Blake rolled his eyes and then gulped the rest of his beer in a chug. "How 'bout you just record it for me and not tell me who won?"
I rolled my eyes. "So what, now we are having a chugging contest, huh? Give a girl some warning next time huh?!" I chugged the rest of my own beer and looked to my roommate with a smirk. "See, I can be just as cool."
"You're still a loser." Blake chuckled and then reached his arm to pull my waist towards him. "But at least you're my loser-of-a-roommate."
Sitting over his hips was the part of my current situation that bugged me… no instead it was his damn hand that sneaked it's way into my shirt and lightly caressed my soft skin on my back. "Uhhhh, Blake…" I moaned in delight and then shook my head and pushed his forearm away. "I'm just not in the mood okay… my feet hurt like hell and I've just had an exhausting day. My migraine finally went away, thank god, but sex will probably just force it back."
The look of desire continued as Blake stared into my own. "Come on, Mags… just a little one." His member was beginning to grow prominently against the inner fabric of my jeans against his hips. "I'll be quick."
"No!" I shook my head and then threw my legs off of his body, however, the unknowing pain of my sore feet caused me to trip down to the floor. "God damnit!" I cursed sitting up. Blake could only laugh and point at my demeanor. "That's what you get!" He chuckled and then stood to walk towards the kitchen to retrieve another round of beers from the fridge.
"I seriously… hate you." I muttered while making my way back onto the couch. "Ow… ow, ow, ow…" I grumbled as I massaged my bruised feet from the stinging sensation that overwhelmed them. Blake handed me the cold bottle and I retrieved it with a snarl. "Well, if you thought you were gonna have sex after laughing at me… you've got another thing coming, ya asshole!"
Blake merely rolled his eyes and then reached for the remote control. The news was on and the two of us mindless watched it as we sipped our beers at our own pace.
"So what did you do today?" Blake turned his head to me.
"Oh," I shrugged. "Woke up… and uh. Went into the city."
"Well no wonder your feet hurt. You shouldn't be walking very much!" He proceeded to discipline me.
"I didn't…" I muttered. My words caused Blake to turn to me with a raised eyebrow. "I, uh, actually went to Wayne Manor by cab. Andddddd that asshole left me there taking my money and-"
"Wait, wait, you went to Wayne Manor?" Blake looked astounded by my story, as if he didn't believe me, "Why would you do that?"
"Because…" I took a sip of my beer. "Because… I realized something and I need to talk to Bruce Wayne- listen, it's in the past now and I-"
"Maggie… what did you tell him?"
Looking back into Blake's face, I watched the vein in his forehead bulge ever so slightly. "Well, Wayne wasn't there, but I talked to Alfred and everything's fine… just forget about it okay?" I kept my answer short because that dream started to sneak it's way back into my thoughts.
A tear formed in my eye farthest away from Blake, and I was quick to react to it by pretending to yawn and rub my face. "I think I'm gonna call it a night…" I stood up abruptly. "Goodnight-"
Suddenly, John's pulled my hips into his own while those warm hands of his pulled my cheeks into his face. The two of us making perfect lip contact with the other. I couldn't resist the slight damp wetness from his lips as they traced and pecked against my own and within seconds we were fighting for the dominance.
Before long, my hands wrapped around his sturdy neck while passing the moments intensity by bit the bottom of his lip and sucking on it tenderly. Quickly, I released while his lip made a forceful popping noise back into place.
His hands traveled down my neck, pass my waist and down to the bottom of my shirt line. Then, they ventured underneath the cotton of my shirt to explore the silkiness of my stomach and back.
Meanwhile, our lips had parted allowing our tongues to dance wildly inside the gap of our mouths. I retreated my tongue for the moment while gasping for a breath of fresh air, "Jooooohn… I- I- I can't…" I begged.
"Why?" He huskily whispered in my ear. "I promise it'll be a quickie… but a good one."
The tone of his voice wanted me to fall to my knees and praise the heavens that someone other than a 50 year-old man wanted to fuck me. But there was just one problem to the whole situation. "No… you don't understand…" I gasped while feeling his hand slide up underneath my bra to the bottom of one of my breasts.
"What's wrong? I-"
"I'm on my period."
At the expense of saving a couple of dollars for us to put elsewhere, plus the combined fact that I wasn't under life insurance wouldn't allow for me to receive cheep birth control. And Blake knew that.
"I'm sorry…" I replied kissing his cheek. His hand on my breast traced down to my stomach and then clutched the skin on my back while pulling me into a hug.
"Damn you, Margaret…God damn you."
Sitting in my car only allowed my mindless thoughts to continue while taking in the scent of the sedative new-car smell. "What the hell am I gonna do?" I eventually sighed while running a hand through my short hair. I had been placed with such a high title then my friends, and quite honestly, I felt overwhelmed and completely in over my head. If it wasn't for Maggie's help – or rather her life-threatening situation, I wouldn't have been able to come up with the conclusions that allowed Gordon to grant me the title of detective.
So here I was… sitting in my car waiting mindlessly in front of Old Town. "Why the hell am I here, again?" I questioned to myself with a sigh. "Oh right…" I remembered my reasoning.
Bruce Wayne had asked me to drop him off in Old Town the other day… If he knew someone special around this area and needed to talk about his money issues the other day, then maybe… just maybe this same person would be able to explain what was going on with the broke billionaire.
Not that I knew who to even look for.
That was… until I recognized a very familiar face.
Little did I ever imagine I would find the woman whose profile was plastered all over the police station about the congressman's capture. That night was the same event that caused Commissioner Gordon to fall victim to the sewers in Bane's clutches.
Quickly I reached for the radio and buzzed in to the station, "Get me Commissioner Gordon. I got a line on the congressman's kidnapping!" I stated hastily. This woman was beyond good at escaping the police and not to mention capture. I doubted that the Batman could even capture this woman.
With her oversized black hat and matching suit dress, I made a note of her appearance to the station and then followed the cab she had gotten into all the way to the airport.
While informing the police officers on duty of the woman, we were all on pursue of the thief. I had even called in a couple of officers to meet with me at the airport just incase she avoided arrests just as she had done so many times in the past.
After not only taking out two officers in pursue of her trail, she traveled down the terminal to her plane in which was my turn to intercept her to the plane she was headed on.
Holding out my badge with a frown, I noticed Selina Kyle didn't have her large black hat on any more. "You're coming with me." I nodded to her. The look on her face showed complete anger and pity that she had finally been captured.
"Place your hands in the air and turn around. You are under arrest." I nodded pulling out my cuffs. She reluctantly did as I asked and I had to frown at the fact her wrists were so small that they were clutched tightly on my lowest setting on the cuffs. Holding her forearm tightly, I nodded to the police officers behind me. "Follow me." Turning to her, I nodded for her to walk forwards. "You too."
The airport had been nice enough to lend me one of their interrogation rooms for private TSA investigation. After locking the Cat Burglar in the room for about twenty minutes while Ross brought me her file from the station, I was ready to begin my investigation.
Twisting the door handle to the side, I walked through the room. "I showed your pictures to the congressman." Selina was pouting and avoiding my eye contact at all costs. Slamming her rather large file against the desk, I added, "Guess what?"
"Don't tell me… still in love?"
"Oh, head over heels. Pressing charges, though." I frowned looking at her. She was very sarcastic given her certain situation. "Well you've made some mistakes, Ms. Kyle."
"Girl's gotta eat." She added breathlessly while adjusting her hands in the cuffs. At the last moment she looked to me but almost as if she was looking towards the wall and pass me.
"And you have an appetite." I added with a stern frown. She was seriously pissing me off. "Why would you run? You can't hide with a record like this."
"Maybe it's not you I'm running from…" She looked towards the window while muttering softly her admission.
"Who then?" I questioned. "Bane? What do you know about him?"
Still refusing to look at me, the woman nodded softly. "That you should be as afraid of him as I am." She scoffed… her voice seemed threatening.
Almost as if she was forewarning me.
"We can offer you protection." I mentioned quickly which only caused Selina to roll her eyes to look directly at me. That face told me exactly what I needed to know. "Okay…"
Picking up the large file back into my hands left a sour taste in my mouth. I headed towards the door until my feet stopped me from leaving. I had forgotten about the real reason why I even spotted Selina Kyle in the first place. "When I spotted you, I was looking for a friend of mine. Bruce Wayne…"
She looked down, almost angelically as if she knew this was the end of her freedom… Until I spoke again. Her eyebrows heightened and her eyes widened towards me.
"…Did they kill him?" I whispered so the police on the other side of the door wouldn't hear.
The slight tears forming in her eyes gave me all the answers I needed to know… until she gave me her real answer. She whispered back sternly.
"…I'm not sure…"