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Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?	By : JustMeAgain Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 1631 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from DC comics, the Batman franchise (comics or Nolan-verse), I don't own The Crow or any of the songs mentioned in this story. The only tihing I own is the original character. I make no money from any of this.

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~~~~~ 1994 ~~~~~
Jack and I picked at the box of chocolates until the taxi got us to the Kattering Station parking lot. Even on a Friday night, by this time, the lot was deserted. "Here, pay the man." Jack said, handing me two crumpled bills and reaching across me to open the door on my side. Holding the candy box in one hand, I slid out of the car as Jack got out on the passenger’s side. As I stepped up to the driver’s window the man rolled it down.
"How much?" I asked, straightening the bills.
"Thirty-eight seventy-five." He said and gave me a smile. It wasn’t pleasant. The way he looked at me made me feel dirty. I had the distinct feeling that contrary to what Jack had said the driver had not been watching the road. I looked down to the money Jack had given me. It was two singles.
"Um, just a second." I said, turning to speak to Jack. Jack wasn’t where I expected him to be, though. He was directly behind me.
"Keep the change, you fucking pervert!" Jack said, snatching the bills from me and tossing them through the driver’s window. The driver smirked, but Jack was dragging me across the lot to my car. I figured he wanted out of there before the driver realized Jack had given him two dollars. "Keys?" He asked, and, as we ran, I awkwardly dug the keys out of one of my leather jacket’s pockets. The second he took the keys two things happened in quick succession. I heard the driver yell, and then the parking lot was lit up, followed by a loud boom that shook the pavement. I started to trip, but Jack pulled me upright, roaring with laughter as he unlocked the driver’s side door. His body shielded mine from whatever had happened, and, as soon as the door was open, he shoved me inside. I scrambled into the passenger’s seat as he climbed in, jamming the key into the ignition. For the first time I could see the cab, engulfed in flames. The driver’s door was open, but he’d not had a chance to escape. He hung partially out of the car with his arm draped through the open window of his door.
"Jack, what did you do?" I asked, in awe of him as he sped out of the lot. He gave me a wide grin and reached across me to grab my seatbelt.
"Buckle up, Scarlet." He instructed, and, absently, I did.
"How did you do that?" I asked, still stunned but recovering quickly. It didn’t really bother me that the guy was dead. He’d been a pervert, and Jack had warned him. I’d heard him say the driver would watch the road if he knew what was good for him. Jack had killed him to protect my honor. Why should I feel bad?
"You really want to know?" He asked me.
"Yes!" I giggled, adrenaline finally catching up with me.
"I tore a piece of my shirt off, stuck it in the throat of the gas tank and lit it. It was easy." He explained with a shrug.
"That was... awesome." I grinned, and he reached over to hold my hand as he drove. He turned on the stereo, and ‘Sour Times’ from my Portishead CD played. When we got out of Kattering, he pulled into a twenty-four hour automatic carwash. "What are we doing?" I asked as he fed a five into the machine.
"Getting rid of any evidence." He replied, rolling the window up before pulling into the bay. The top was still attached from the previous winter, and I hoped it was sturdy enough to keep out the high pressure water. It was dark in the bay, and the water was making it cold. I shivered a little, and I reached to turn on the heat. Jack suddenly and surprisingly leaned in to kiss me, and I eagerly returned the kiss. I was insatiable for him, and when he pulled me toward him I popped my seatbelt loose. I climbed into his lap as he freed himself from his pants. I kissed him, and, without breaking the kiss, he guided himself into me. I moaned at the sensation of him inside of me. I had known Jack for a few years, but I felt as if I hadn’t truly known him until tonight. For the first time I was seeing the real Jack Napier, and I loved him even more for it. I held onto his shoulders, and he gripped my hips, pumping me up and down his shaft. It was all happening so fast. I wasn’t quite ready yet, but he was. I knew the carwash would be done soon, too, so I urged him on, squeezing him inside me. I stroked his wild curls and whispered in his ear.
"Come for me, Jack. Please, I need you to come now." I begged, tracing my tongue along the shell of his ear. He buried his face against my neck, and his hot breath brought me closer. He brought me down onto him a last, vicious time, and it was enough. I arched my back and came as he filled me with his release. The car’s horn blared and startled us both. Realizing I was the culprit, I leaned forward quickly, but Jack was shaking with laughter.
"You looked like a deer in the headlights!" He cackled, and, though I wanted to be embarrassed or angry, I simply giggled. His laughter was infectious.
"Yeah, well, you were startled, too." I told him, lifting myself off of him.
"Mmm, parting is such sweet sorrow, eh, Scarlet?" He hummed and leaned back onto the headrest. He wore a satisfied grin on his lips, and I thrilled at the knowledge I was the one who’d put that smile on his face. I couldn’t keep from kissing him, and he held my head as I did. "You even taste like cherries." He chuckled.
"I just ate a chocolate covered cherry. You look tired. Do you want me to drive?" I offered, moving from his lap.
"I’m good, but you gotta do something about this music. It’s putting me to fucking sleep." He shook his head from side to side like a wet dog. I knew how much he liked Nine Inch Nails, so, as we pulled out of the carwash, I put in Pretty Hate Machine. "Ah, that’s more like it." He grinned and cranked up the volume. I watched him as he drove us farther and farther from Gotham and, in the early morning hour, my brain didn’t even attempt to digest everything that had gone down this night. In the dark interior of the car I had a moment of premonition. There would be repercussions for this night. They would be bad. At a red light he turned to look at me. "What’s the matter, Beautiful? Getting tired?" He asked me, and the endearment tore at my heart. Would he still be this way tomorrow?
"A little, I guess." I admitted.
"Well, wake up! You promised me killer scrambled eggs. Maybe we should have a little coffee, too, huh? Your parents have that cappuccino machine, right?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Well then we’ll make us a gourmet breakfast before we head up to your room."
"You really will stay with me? Even though, technically, it’s morning?" I asked, feeling hopeful.
"It’s not morning until I say it’s morning." He winked at me and turned off onto the road he lived on. Jack didn’t live far from me, but in the Palisades the houses were widely spaced. We weren’t exactly neighbors, but we lived on opposite sides of a crossroads. I could see his house if I looked out my bedroom window, but only because I’d taken over the attic as my bedroom when I turned twelve.
We drove past Jack’s house and turned onto the road I lived on. Jack used the remote to open the gates and drove up the winding driveway. He pulled around back to the old carriage house and parked where I usually did. The sudden absence of music made it dreadfully quiet in the car. "Is the house empty, or did they pay the housekeeper to be your warden?" He asked me, popping my seatbelt and reaching across me to open my door.
"I paid her more to take the weekend off. She’s even calling my parents to let them know I’ve gotten to bed on time. I had to promise not to burn the house down, though." I laughed, leading him to the back door of the house. Jack had snuck over plenty of times. I’d even given him a key and the security code, but mostly he’d disable the alarm and sneak in anyhow. He just enjoyed doing it. It was kind of a novelty to see him walking through the back door, and he chuckled at the idea, too.
"So that’s what that feels like." He snickered and shrugged out of his coat. I tossed the candy box on the kitchen counter and pulled my coat off, too. In the full light of the kitchen I could see the blood caked on my boots. I looked over at Jack, and, miraculously, he didn’t have a spot of blood on him.
"I should wipe off my boots." I said, kneeling to untie them.
"Wait, come here." Jack said, and I did. He lifted me up onto the kitchen counter and went to work untying my boots. It made me feel like a little girl. The blood kept the one lace knotted, and Jack worked diligently at it. I plucked a piece of chocolate from the box and offered it to him.
"Here." I said, making him look up from the knot.
"What’s that for?" He asked but ate the candy from my fingertips anyway.
"For saving my life. That asshole was going to strangle me. If he’d just listened to you, you wouldn’t have had to kill him." I replied. He rolled the candy around in his mouth, savoring it as his fingers finally freed the knot. He pulled the boots off, and the feet of my tights came with them. Jack stood, holding the boots in one hand, and leaned in to kiss me.
"No one hurts my Scarlet and lives." He said in a husky voice and kissed me again. He tasted like the coconut candy I’d just given him, and I wrapped my legs around him to keep him there. He broke the kiss and swatted my backside. "Get breakfast started. I’ll clean your boots." He said, pulling away from me.
"Fine." I pouted and hopped down off the counter top. He gave me a smug smile before he stepped into the laundry room, and I think he liked that I couldn’t get enough of him. I started the coffee first, and then I got the eggs out. We had some hash browns and some brown and serve sausage links, so I got started on our ‘gourmet’ breakfast.
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