"What happened to you!?" I screamed, as Jared stumbled through the door, his makeup smeared and his clothes stained with blood and ash.
"Your batty friend, tried to kill me. Again." I froze, Batman? My heart softened as I became the support for Jared. His purple suit coat torn to shreds. I was angry at Batman for this. He leaned on me and grunted in pain as I sat him in a kitchen chair. I put both hands on his suit jacket and started unbuttoning them. His shirt peeled off of him, slimy and dark. He reeked of fire and alcohol. His breath was hot and heavy on me as I undressed him. So that I could see his wounds. "You know, I'm not harmed. You're just undressing me now." He smirked and I backed away.
"How many?" I asked, he shrugged.
"Four, five?" He said, standing on wobbly feet. I backed away from him, his hands were red with someone else's blood.
"You're sick." I spat, he looked genuinely hurt. I felt the pang of guilt in my stomach. "I'm sorry." I said, rushing to his side. He looked at me with lustful eyes. His hand went around to the back of my neck and he forced me to look at him straight in the eyes. Their blue fire burned my soul.
"Do you love me?" He whispered, I was taken back by the question. Did I love him? Or did I fear him? He was an attractive person, his eyes held something that none else held. I hesitated, did I love him? No, I was scared of him. I was willing to do anything, in order to please the maniac. He gripped my neck, pulling me closer towards him. "Do you love me?" He hissed, his eyes captivated my soul, and I kissed him forcefully. This was my answer to him. Yes, I did. But really, I did not. I never could love such a monster. I could only ever try and run away from the criminal. He stood up, pulling me up with him. He kept pulling me closer, with his bloody hands. I could feel the cool sticky substance on my skin. He forced my hands to my sides and grabbed my shirt. He grasped the collar and ripped it open, all the way down to the hem. Anything to not get killed. Our bodies were in contact and I split his purple dress coat from his body. His chest was glistening with sweat and smeared with blood that wasn't his own. Somehow, he enthralled me. He took me in his arms and lead me down the hallway, teasing me. He would break away from me, holding my hand and he would smile that villainous smile. He attacked my jeans, pushing them down my thighs. His hands traveled over my hips and I kissed his shoulder. My pants dropped to my ankles, my hands moved to his suspenders and I tore them away from his shoulders. He quickly took off the rest of his suit and crashed our faces together. He kept grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him, wanting more. But not having the guts to take me. He put both hands around my waist and lifted me up. He slammed me up against the wall and I wrapped my legs tightly around him. His warmth, his smell, his desires melted into me. Making me want so much more than I could take.
"Yes, I love you." I whispered in his ear. "I love you." I repeated, I heard him smile as he bit my neck. I looked to the ceiling and softly groaned. He lifted me up again and walked me to the bedroom. His body crushed the air from my lungs and he unhooked my bra. He grabbed the sheets and threw them over us. The urge to go all way was unbearable. In the dark he laid on top of me, grinding into my hips. I cried out in fear when I saw the dark silhouette of a large man at the door. I squirmed away from Jared, and screamed.
"What is it?" He asked, and I pointed feverishly to the door. The thing was dressed in all black, his bulky shoulders almost too large for the doorway. Joker looked to the door and smiled. "Wanna watch?" He quizzed, a malevolent grin on his repulsive features. The black creature charged him, punching him in the face. I screamed and tried to roll away. But I was pinned underneath them. I squeezed myself out of the pile and ran to the corner of the room. I grabbed my bra and my pants that had traveled with us to the bedroom. The black creature slammed Jokers head on the bed post, it made a sickening crack. Jared slumped to the floor. I slammed on my jeans and my bra before he had time to watch me. He grabbed my bout the waist and hoisted me over his shoulders. I could see tears in his eyes.
"No!" I protested, banging against his back. But all was for not, he dragged me out of the house and threw me into his car. The back of my head hit something hard and I passed out.
***
When I woke up, I was on a plane. We were in the air, and I was laying on a couch that sat along the wall of the airplane. I sat up and looked around. No one was there.
"Hello?" I asked, there was a rustle behind me. Bruce stepped out of a door at the front of the plane. His face somber and clam. "Bruce?" I asked, completely confused.
"Catrina. How are you feeling?" He asked, his voice holding no sympathy.
"I- I'm not sure. What happened? How did I get here? What happened to-" I stopped, did he know about Joker?
"Do you care about me?" He asked, I nodded. "Do you know who Joker really was?" I nodded. "Do you know who Batman is?" He quizzed, I shook my head. He sighed in relief. I was confused.
"How did I get here?" I asked.
"You were brought to my house, and I was told to hide you away until it was safe for you to return."
"Where are we going?"
"I can't tell you, because I don't know."
"Are we going to be together?"
"No, I will be returning. You will be staying."
"What?"
"I'm coming back to the city. I just have to make sure that you arrive safely."
"And who is going to be with me?"
"I'm not sure." He sighed, tears coming to his eyes as he stared at me.
"Bruce, what's wrong?" I stood, on my jelly legs. I fell forwards into his arms, and looked into his green eyes. He blinked and looked away, pushing me up on my feet. I clung to him. My chest was folding in on itself. I finally understood. "You saw us, didn't you? You're Batman." He nodded, "and in order to keep the ones you love safe. You're going to lock me away on an island?" A tear escaped his closed eyes, and mine welled up. "I didn't even get to say goodbye." I choked. "How dare you."
"I had no choice. He had you under his curse."
"What if I actually loved him?" I spat, though I never did. "What if?"
"What if nothing Catrina. You never loved him. I know that. He only wanted you, because you were mine."
"I am my own. I'm not property. I'm not yours or his." He rested his hands on my shoulders and stared at me dead in the eyes.
"No, you're not. I know that. But I love you Cat. And if you stay-" his voice caught and he looked down. "If you stay, and you get hurt..." Tears trickled down his cheeks and I felt my heart ache for him. I nodded, and took his face in my hands.
"I understand, but this is hardly even fair." He shook his head.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But if he got you again, I don't know what he would have done to you while you were under his eyes."
"I don't know either." I said, he stood up straight and turned to leave.
"We'll be landing in a few hours." I needed a hug, I needed to have someone wrapped in my arms while I was wrapped in theirs. I ran towards his back and hugged him around the waist. His soft white shirt rubbing against my skin.
"Stay." I said into his back, he turned around and embraced me.
"I can't, I have to get back." I ripped away from him. Angry. I could feel the fire burning in my stomach.
"How could you!" I screamed, "how can you say that!? You have to get back, and live your life. While you're sending me into exile with my own! What about what I want! I want a family! I want to love! I WANT TO GRADUATE HIGH SCHOOL!"
"I'm doing this for your own good!" He screamed back.
"Just like you hired Hal? Just like you took all those measures to make sure I was safe? You don't want me to get hurt, but this is hurting!"
"Ca-"
"Shut up! You're worse than the Joker! At least he gets it done and over with quickly."
"What are you talking about, you'll be able to live here."
"But I won't live." I paused, "I'll be trapped here until you die, or I escape, or you let me go."
"I-"
"You're so selfish." The pilot poked his head into the cabin. His hat on, along with his suit coat.
"We're here." He said, I walked over to the open hatch and saw a beautiful beach outside. The sun beat down from the sky, making the sand look like snow. The heat wafted into the cabin and called me forwards. I was so angry, and so sad, I was a spring stretched to its limit. But I held in my feelings as Bruce escorted me towards a large beach house.
"This is where you'll be staying. Feel free to make it your home."
"God give me courage, to not punch you in the face right now."
"Bye Catrina." He said, we were at the back door of the house. There was a pool to my right, and an exercise mat to my left. A house fit for a king.
"Fuck you, Bruce Wayne. You and all your God damned money."