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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 ~~~~~
From the kitchen the scent of sausage frying was making his mouth water. He wondered what had him so famished, the killing or the sex? Probably a combination of the two. Her boots were shiny clean again, no more blood, and his hands were clean, too. He followed the aroma of food back to the kitchen, and she looked cute as a button barefooted and cooking breakfast. If he’d told her as much it would piss her off. She had just moved the sausage links out of the pan when he came up behind her. This was all such a bad idea. He knew everything between them would change now. Despite her assurances that it would only be tonight, he knew he couldn’t give this up now. It felt too good. Too right. "How many eggs do you want?" She asked, taking an egg out of the carton.
"Uh... three I guess. How ‘bout one Charlie Manson, one John Wayne Gacy, and a Ted Bundy?" He joked. She giggled and cracked three eggs into a bowl.
"Three killer eggs coming right up." She said, adding a touch of milk, salt and pepper before using a fork to scramble them.
"Look at you go! You’ve got the other killer eggs shaking in their shells." He pointed to the last two eggs in the carton.
"They’re killers, too?" She asked, pouring the raw eggs into the hot frying pan.
"Sure, there’s Jeffrey Dahmer and Sam Liebowitz." He said, pointing to each egg.
"I didn’t know I was warden of the bad egg death row." She smiled as his eggs cooked.
"You just have a soft spot for us bad eggs, I guess." He said, looping his arm around her waist.
"You aren’t a bad egg, Jack... you’re... well, you were protecting me, and you did it very well." She rationalized his murderous ways. Maybe she was right. He’d had urges to kill before, but he’d not acted on it until she’d been in danger. He kissed the top of her fiery red head, and he released her so she could tumble the cooked eggs onto his plate. He took the plate and sat at the table where a cappuccino waited for him. The eggs were good, the entire meal was, but he was distracted by her. His emotions were all over the board tonight, but they were all a direct result of her. She hummed a song as she made her eggs, and it took him a moment to recognize it. It was ‘Just Like Heaven’ by The Cure. She loved The Cure, and he loved to tease her about it. She sat across from him with a tiny smile on her lips. A shot of anger zipped through him. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger. All she’d had to do was spread her legs. Part of him wanted to get up and leave. If he did that he couldn’t do the things his body was aching to do to her. "Do you want some more?" She asked, seeing he’d cleaned his plate. And he did.
"Yes." He said, standing up so fast the chair fell over. She barely had time to react before he was dragging her chair from the table.
"Jack?" She said, stunned. He snatched her up from her chair and began carrying her to her room. "Jack... I meant food." She giggled as he climbed the stairs.
"I didn’t." He told her as he climbed the next flight of stairs that led to her attic bedroom. He kicked the door open with his foot and climbed the last few stairs to her room. He dropped her into the bed and stalked over to the stereo. She switched on her bedside lamp, and he programmed the stereo to repeat one song. He couldn’t get enough of the song, and it was exactly what he was feeling for her tonight. Her jerked his torn t-shirt over his head. "If you like that dress you’d better get out of it right now, or else I’m tearing it off." He warned her, sitting on the foot of the bed to take off his boots. Behind him he heard the whisper of velvet sliding to the floor. He stood to unbuckle and lower his pants, and when he turned she sat, nude, at the head of the bed. She’d drawn her knees up and hugged them against her chest. Her hair hung around her like a cloak of flames as Trent Reznor screamed he wanted to ‘fuck you like an animal.’ He was already hard with wanting her, but the way she looked at his body with hungry eyes made him throb. He moved to the side of the bed and reached for her ankles. She let him pull her flat onto her back, and she reached for him. It made him angry all over again. "Roll over." He told her, evading her hand. She playfully rolled to her stomach, and his eyes latched onto her backside. He’d been watching her ass for months now.
"What’s wrong, Jack?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him. That vulnerable look was in her eyes again. She was afraid he didn’t find her attractive. Maybe she was scared he’d had his fill of her. All the anger flooded out of him, and he thought if he could ever believe in love, this must be what it felt like. He sat beside her and ran a hand over the curve of her ass.
"Not a thing, Scarlet. Not a thing." He said, lying down beside her. She turned to face him, and she brushed his purple tinged hair back behind his ear. For a moment tenderness for her nearly overwhelmed him.
"The purple’s too dark for you. I like the green better." She said, stroking his curls. He’d always hated them, but it was better than short hair. He’d fought for the long hair, it wasn’t exactly dress code for Brentwood.
"It’ll wash out." He said, taking her hand and kissing it. In the dim light her skin looked like ivory. She cupped the side of his face and let her hand slide down his neck to his chest. Her fingers stroked his light patch of chest hair, and he leaned in to kiss her again. She pulled him over on top of her, and he leaned up on his elbows so he could reach her throat and collar bones. He nipped, licked and sucked her tender flesh, and her breathing increased. The rapid raising and lowering of her chest pressed her full breasts into him, and he slid down her body to fully explore them. She had great tits, and he knew he wasn’t the only guy at Brentwood who’d whiled away an English class staring at her chest. His hands were large, but her tits fit them perfectly. He kneaded the left one while circling the tip of his tongue around her right nipple. It was rosy pink and the size of a gumdrop as he sucked it into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Her back arched, and she gasped.
"Oh, Jack, this is a good song." She sighed, writhing beneath him. Her delicate fingers threaded through his hair, and she caressed his calf with her foot. He suckled at her breast like a starving baby. She tasted better than any food he’d ever eaten, and her moans and whimpers were intoxicating. He wanted more of her. He slithered further down her body, leaving a wet trail with his tongue as he went. He kissed her stomach, dipped his tongue into her belly button, and bit her hip hard enough to leave teeth marks. She pulled his hair and yelped at the pain, but he soothed the sting with a kiss. He could smell her arousal, and when he found her fiery curls he nuzzled them. She smelled of sex and cherries. It was like her body automatically produced the scent. "Jack?" She said in a wavering voice. He knew no other man had ever touched her in this way, and he liked that idea. She belonged to him. No one could take her away.
"Shh, it’s okay, Scarlet." He said in a husky voice. Her thighs quivered as he used his fingers to open her to his mouth.
"Jack, I don’t... oh!" She moaned loudly as his tongue laved her. He stroked her nub with his tongue, and he pushed a finger into her wet passage. Her muscles clamped down on his finger, and he pushed it deeper inside. "Oh, Jack!" She panted and clutched the bedspread when he sucked that button of nerves. She shuddered all over, and her orgasm made his finger slick. He lapped up her juices and reared back to sit up. He was so hard for her it was painful, and she was more than ready for him. He used the hand slick with her release to stroke his cock, and she reached for him. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her body down the bed to him. She didn’t hesitate to wrap her legs around him, and, with little conscious thought, his hips jerked, imbedding himself inside of her. He felt any control he’d had slip away as his hips pumped into her. She went back to clutching the bed sheets, and he clasped her tits. She was driving him crazy. Making him insane. With every thrust into her, he was losing part of himself and stealing a part of her. His hands crawled from her tits to her throat, and he squeezed as he pounded into her. At first, her hands tugged at his forearms, and there was panic flickering in her brown eyes.
"Shh, shush, it’s okay, Beautiful." He murmured to her even as he began to flirt with an orgasm. She let her hands fall back to the bedspread, and her eyelids fluttered shut. If her body hadn’t convulsed with her climax he might have thought she’d fainted, but her inner muscles milked him to his own climax. He released her throat and collapsed onto her limp body to recover. At first all she did was gasp for air, but, eventually, she reached up to stroke his hair. He nuzzled her neck and kissed the tender flesh there, and she kissed the top of his head.
"Jack, I think I just died a little bit for you." She whispered. He looked up into her tear rimmed eyes and smiled.
"Then I guess we’re two of a kind." He admitted to her.
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