„Miss…I will have to ask you some questions, if it's all right?", the man with the nice, but worried face said. His hair was greying, and his glasses need a better cleaning than he was providing lately.

I close my eyes for just a second, but it is more than enough to take me back to that one time when Jack thought me how to talk to the police. I can hear his velvety, seductive voice, as if he is right here, next to my hospital bed.

"This is a very important lesson, doll face", he rasps, while his nose is buried in my hair. Sometimes he holds me so tight, and so close, as if he wants to surround me and devour me. I love it. "And I'm gonna make sure I'll make it unforgettable."

His clever fingers have already unbuttoned my shirt, and he plays with my nipples, covered by my thin lace bra. "There is just one rule. But it's a rule that is hard to obey. And in order to show you just how hard it is, you're going to obey that rule right now."

My eyes wander to his, with the obvious question if he really was going to spoil what promises to be a really good session of hot&heavy with some rule, but as usual, he is ten steps ahead of me.

"Hush, baby girl", he says softly, but in a tone that holds enough command for me to know that I better hush. In the same time, he slightly pinches my nipple, knowing how I love that, "That's the rule. You will keep quiet. Now and when you talk to the police."

My brows rise up. What does "hush" imply, right now? I understand the part about not talking to police, but what about now? I usually am somewhat of a dirty talker, and I sure as hell love to be loud when he gets me going. Can I at least use the usual "Oh my God, Jack"? Does moaning count as breaking the rule?

"You're unbelievable. You're talking even when words don't leave your mouth.", he laughs as he reads my facial expressions easily, "I'm gonna talk you through the rule, and through a really good orgasm, too, and all the while you will not utter a sound..."

"Not a word", he says as his lips connect with my neck, finding the sensitive spot that always makes me move my hips, giving a very clear message, "Not a moan. No sound from you tonight. I know it's hard, but it will much harder when the cops come with their questions".

He rips my bra away, as he always does. His mound is immediately on my breasts. My fingers wander through his hair and I almost moan. I bite my lips at the last moment. He notices and smirks at me, but keeps on telling me, "They lie, you know. They'll lie through their teeth, just to get you to sing. That's why…", his warm hand is now in my panties, making soft circles right where I want them, "..that's why you will be quiet, no matter what they say.". He puts on a bit more of pressure, and watches me just as I am about to gasp at the sensation and his expression immediately darkens, making me want to slap myself, "No matter who they send, how nice he is, or how intimidating he is, what he threatens you with or what false promises he makes…", two of his fingers slip into me, and he watches me as a hawk, but I look him right back into his beautiful brown eyes, and I don't utter a sound. I see that my obeying him pleases him immensely, and I am proud and happy. "..they will always give you lies. They will push you..", his rhythm is doing wonders for me, and I can't spread my legs enough to show him how badly I want him there, "..but they can't push you as hard as I can, now can they, baby?".

He finally crawls over me and enters me in one easy, elegant move. I bite into my hand to stop the moan. I love, no, I adore the feeling of him being in me.

He peppers my face with small kisses as he continues to move inside of me. He is hard as a stone, yet he fucks me gently and patiently. He caresses my face and tells me softly, "You know that I will always have a plan. I will always come back to you. Wherever they lock me up, no matter how much they hurt me, whatever they throw at me, I'll always be two steps ahead, and those steps will lead to you."

Now my eyes are teary, and I want nothing more than to tell him how much I love him, and that I would do anything, anything for him...I almost move my mouth as I remember that the only thing, he expects me to do right now is to be quiet. So i bite my lips, swallow my tears and leave it at that.

"That's my girl", he kisses me, and I realize that the bastard has probably just tested if I would talk, so I bite him in his shoulder. He didn't say anything about no biting. "Aww, babe, I meant it", he has the audacity to giggle. Instantly, his tempo goes up. I always wonder if pain does something else to him – this man is wired up differently, after all.

Now he does not talk anymore, but I know that does not mean the lesson is over. He flips me over on all four, and enters me from behind. He knows how much I love that position. I try to bury my head into the pillows, if I could bite them, it would be easier to stop the passionate screams that threaten to leave me. But no, he swiftly grabs my hair and makes sure my head stays up, my back arched and my pussy in the perfect position to feel the entire power of his thrusts. How I will go through this without letting out a sound, I don't know, and in my despair, I clumsily try to get away.

"Whoa-ho-hoa, where you're thing you're going?", his immediately pulls me back and keeps me in place, all the time continuing his pounding, "You're staying here. You're mine. Mine."

I know he's saying that on purpose, because we both know how I love when he claims me. I bite my lower lip so hard, I'm sure it'll bleed. "C'mon, baby. Tell me. Tellmetellmetellme.", he shamelessly tries to persuade me to make a mistake, and he's unfair enough to slide his finger over my clit while he's giving it to me, hard.

My orgasm hits me hard, and yet it comes as a mercy. I collapse and I am sure my bones do not exist anymore. Funny enough, I don't make a sound – I don't think I even could if I wanted to!

It's just a second, and I open my eyes again. There is no Jack, there are no ruined undergarments thrown on the floor of our bedroom floor. No, there is a white hospital room, there is a policeman who will lie to me, and there is me, with a rather fresh wound from a c-section. My and Jack baby sleeps peacefully in a little bed besides mine. I have a lot to fight for, I remember, and I will follow Jack's instruction to the letter.

….

"Blackgate, huh? Was my room in Arkham not ready yet?", I greet Gordon.

"Bombs bring you to Arkham, kidnapping a pregnant woman brings you here", he sighs as he slams some folder on the table.

"No good deed goes unpunished", I chuckle.

"So, you still stand by that story?", he crosses his arms over his chest, watching me from above as if he was headmaster and I some unruly pupil.

"Why would the almighty agent of chaos help some random woman?", I ask the question I see in his eyes.

"Why, in deed."

"Why do you think this is the only, what you would estimate as good, deed that I have ever done? Maybe I have my own rules. One good deed for a hundred rotten ones."

"Just to be sure you still get into heaven?", his moustache slightly rises in a tired smile.

"Sounds like you're already fine with getting rid of me, Coh – mmiss- ioner."

„Could use a day or two without you."

„Let me go, pinkie-promise I'll never ever bother you again.

Gordon smiles, but I see how fast he understands what I'm doing, and that is dragging him away from the topic. His eyes narrow.

"She actually confirms your story."

"Who does?", I play dumb and uninterested, in my most bored voice.

"The lady you saved", Gordons eyes don't leave me for a moment.

"What does she know. She was cold out when I found her. It could have been Santa Clause getting her to the hospital, for all she cares.", I point out. But I see the seed of suspicion in his eyes, and it bothers me to no end.

"Yeah, that's true. I meant; she doesn't remember being kidnapped. She said she just passed out; she can't even say where exactly. Funny."

"Hilarious.", I roll my eyes, but inside I feel something like dread. Did she actually talk to him? Did she forget the one and only rule I had for her regarding cops?, "So, you're telling me that your victim doesn't even claim that there was a crime? You have a hospital full of witnesses who can verify that I actually saved the broads life, and the baby's, too, so what am I doing here?"

"Well, you know, there is this suspicion of you committing some other crimes, maybe you remember all the bombs, and bank robberies and so on?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about.", I smile.

He stays silent for a while, watching me. He's studying me. It makes me uneasy, but I do my best not to show it. He's not like the other cops, this one is not dumb, and he doesn't strike me as the clever but corrupted type.

"It's just funny that you'd end up here because of some….", his eyes dart around the room as he is searching for the right word, "hussy."

His eyes are back on me so quick. It takes all my power to keep a neutral face. I want to take him apart limb by limb for using that word. But I know he used it just to get my reaction.

"Really funny, ha ha.", I nod.

"The baby's cute, though.", he delivers another low punch.

"Cute enough that I didn't drop it on the floor.", I stare at him blankly. He's taken aback at such a crude comment, and he finally decides to leave it be.