His skin was so soft, yet his touch was so rough. The smooth calluses from the flesh of his palm squeezed the air from your trachea. His touch was intoxicating. The smell of burning flesh and the scent of fresh blood filled the air, and the aroma was addicting enough to keep you from running. How could you, when you had unfinished business?
Your friends kept saying it was Stockholm syndrome, it's all a front for an awful plan, he was just using you. But somehow, the monster behind the murders of Gotham seemed a more like a man day after day.
- NO GENDER SPECIFIED FOR READER -
[ PG-13, some scenes R. Will get very gory, will have lots of language. Other than that, I know how you love Leto ;) ]