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"I think it will be to the young master's delight to see you're still alive." I opened my eyes and glanced down to the foot of the couch.

"I disagree," I muttered, closing my eyes again as twilight broke outside the window.

"What makes you say that, Master Crane?"

"Because I look like I just broke out of the Asylum."

"Didn't you, though?" There was a slight bemused tone to him. I sat up slowly and put my hand on my sore neck. "And there is nothing you can do right now that I think will make him worse off."

"Oh?" I stood and turned towards Alfred, my hands cupping behind my back in that unconsciously comforting way that they did.

"Let's just say that Mr. Wayne is having a spot of trouble with this new miscreant."

"Is that so..." I looked past him a bit and stared off into the room. The thought that I was making his life miserable was irritating me; it shouldn't be. I live for that.

There was a long silence in the room before he spoke again. "Well, Master Wayne will be home soon from whatever image he's creating for himself. I suggest you make yourself more presentable if you intend on seeing him."

"He's the one who did this," I scoffed and followed after the man.

"Yes, well, you know how he gets." Alfred wandered off into the room and started up the stairs. Not knowing the arrangement of the house was going to, I'm sure, prove to be a nuisance. He showed me to the new bathroom in little time. "I'll fetch you some fresh clothing. Shall I leave them outside the door?"

"I don't need you to cater to me. Just tell me where I can find the clothing, please."

"In the master bedroom closet, of course. If you don't need me then I'll be going out for some shopping. Please, try not to kill him this time." He left before I could respond, but I did take a while before something came to mind.

I looked out of the bathroom door and listened for any movement--only Alfred puttering off. I looked back at the door handle for a lock, but found none. No one uses locks anymore. I guess I would just try my luck at taking a shower. I fidgeted with the unfamiliar settings until it turned on and wasn't freezing. I noticed that he kept the 'out of the ceiling' theme from the hotel and thought back to that night, a bit of remorse quelling.

I don't like change, and that was all our relationship was. It was supposed to be simple--plight him--but then we ended up having a carnal relationship and we both became victims of affection. Like some classic tragedy. We're both kings in our worlds though; we can do whatever we want, but we still fear scrutiny. It's all so stupid.

My body tensed at the sound of movement and I turned the shower off, listening closely. The bathroom door opened and closed, the sound of clothing almost deafening in the tense air. I could only hope it wasn't someone I didn't know. I heard the hand make contact with the door and stepped back against the far wall. It opened completely and it took about half a step for him to stop and look up; he looked awful. His eyes were dark, his shoulders down, and you could see the pain in his face.

As his eyes met mine a smile developed on his face and grew into a tired laugh. "Of course."

"What?"

"It's so... ridiculous." He stepped inside and closed the door.

"What is?" I slowly cocked my head to the side with a bit of indignance, watching him stare at the floor.

"All of it. I can't do this any more."

"We don't have t-"

"Not this. I meant Gotham. I can't keep it safe anymore." I didn't really know what to say, so I stepped forward and touched his arm. His arm broke away as his hands cupped the sides of my neck and jaw, pulling me into a kiss and stepping me back into the wall.

"I can't do it." His hands fell again.

"You know... he has a weakness." He looked up at me through sweat dampened hair and tired eyes. "Though, I suppose I shouldn't tell you." His brow furrowed, and I looked off to the side, sighing. "He does nothing but try to incite chaos, right? He has this neurotic aversion to order, and as long as you retain that, he can't hurt you. It will destroy him."

"I can't survive him."

"Why?"

"I just can't!"

"Then you're pathetic." His shoulders tensed as he started off at nothing. "You know... you used to have no qualms about this thing you do. In fact, you once tackled me out of your car and off my horse. If you can't handle that sad excuse for a schizoid man, then there is nothing I can do for you." I started to walk past him towards the door and he didn't stop me. I took a step through and paused. "I guess this means that you won't be bothering me at work anymore. I'll submit my budget request to your office then--if you don't grant it I just might have to release Zsasz, and Clayface, and Croc. But that's not your concern anymore. Thank you for your time, Mr. Wayne." I began to walk away and heard the water hit nothing but tile and turned to have his hand ghost over my neck as I stumbled backward.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, dodging another grab. "You're just Bruce Wayne. You can't do anything to stop me. You're over and done. And there's nothing you can do to change that. You've lost." He lunged forward again, and I caught his instep with my foot, off-balancing him and shoving his shoulder down to the floor. I crouched down next to him. "Your dawn will never come, Dark Knight," I whispered to him, standing back up. "I'm also taking some of your clothes, since you can't leave mine in one piece."

I walked out of the bathroom and towards his bedroom closet, a sinking feeling in my chest. I suppose that's it. It seemed like such a short while ago I was frantically trying to escape his house, then before I knew it his house was ashes in a pile of rubble. Now he's just letting me walk out. I finished fastening a lovely black leather belt, making sure my shirt was completely tucked in. His shirts were always too big. I looked up and he was standing in the doorway, hand tight on the door-frame.

"What?" I spat. I didn't mean for it to be so venomous, but this wasn't easy and I didn't know how close I had come to breaking or curing him.

"No."

"'No' what?"

"I can't let that happen." His voice seemed tired. He was still weak. A bluff. I just scoffed at him and pulled out a tie from the closet shelf. I threw it around my neck and slid my foot back to off-set my body from a punch.

"Are you just getting old?" I hit his hand down, but he turned and grabbed my wrist.

"And wise." He pulled me forward towards his knee, and I floundered up over it to avoid the impact, rolling into his body, knocking us both over. I scrambled to my hands and knees and tried to get up off him to no avail as his fingers curled around the back of my belt. My back hit the ground, and he hovered over me, trying to detain my wrists as they kept slipping away and we ended up in what was, essentially, a slap fight.

His hand ended up on my neck in sheer frustration. "What are you going to do... kill me?" I stared him down, and he looked like he might. "You're willing to kill me, and you don't think you can handle the Joker?"

"You're on my floor with my hands on your neck. That has to be worth something," he muttered.

"Why don't you put them somewhere else?" I batted my eyelashes behind metallic frames and a pout, hoping to entice his frustration in a different direction now that he was coming out of his slump. He moved slightly and rolled me onto my stomach, grabbing my loose tie and trying to restrain my hands. This is the worst position to be in when the person detaining you is heavier. I worked my hands away and tried to push up, having to quickly work my body out backwards under him. He stood up slowly with me, my focus relocated to the strain under his towel.

"Was that on purpose?" His eyes surveyed my body as he spoke.

"Was what?"

"What you said. Or were you just trying to convince me to give up?"

My head turned slightly, and unintentionally--a defensive reaction to the question. Of course he knows I did it on purpose. He's stubborn, and easily to manipulate when he's like that. I could still see his lips curl into a brief smile followed by him faking a lunge at me, making me step back. He started closing the space, but his fake put me off balance so I had to keep backing up. My hand touched icy glass and pulled away. He stepped in fast and put his hands to the glass behind me over my shoulders. My heart must have palpitated as the adrenaline shot through me at the thought of the glass shattering, though I suppose that was the idea. Not much scared me anymore, so that was an accomplished feat. "Very funny."

He looked over my body as the physical effects came over me and he smirked. I kneed him in the thigh and he hissed, throwing the tie around my neck and pulling me forward. I took in a strained breath, "Why the new affinity for my neck? What trauma has emerged now?"

"I just thought I would pay more attention to where that pretty voice comes from."

I coughed. "You hate the sound of my voice."

"No, no. Only when the noises are a conscious effort." The noose tightened more as I clawed at his arms, my face flushing as autonomic panic spread through my body. I could feel my limbs get heavier and my head start to rock back and fourth, falling to the floor as he let me go. I lifted my body slightly to relieve any compression on my chest as I took heavy breaths. My chest hit the floor again as his foot pressed down on my shoulder, knee on my back as he tied my hands back with the not so forgiving silk.

He rolled me onto my back and started to unfasten my, his, belt, sliding it out of the belt loops with moderate ease. "You know," I started when I had enough breath, "some may consider this rape."

He chuckled at the concept. "It's not rape if you ask for it."

"That's a convenient excuse--because I don't hear that every day. Why don't you put me in a mini skirt and red lipstick while you're at it; it would make your case stronger."

He laughed again. "Now who has problems?" My eyes narrowed slightly as the belt looped in his hand. "Come on now, baby, aren't you going to run?"

"'Baby?'" He snapped the belt in between my legs causing me to shuffle backwards. "I'm not one of your two cent whores." I tried to get to my feet before he got close again, the belt barely snapping on my thigh. I involuntarily hissed and stumbled into the far wall, turning and resting against it while I looked for a way around him. I couldn't find one in time, and he was on me, his nose almost against mine.

"Don't you want to be?" The leather traced down my thigh and up my femoral artery, pressing up against my more delicate flesh through thin layers of fabric. He kissed my jaw as I turned away, teeth and tongue starting on my neck, leather loop striking my outer thigh. "Isn't that all you really want?"

"I hope, for your sake, you don't treat those tarts you flaunt around with like this, unless you're looking for a law suit."

"Only you."

"That's nice." He struck my thigh again and I threw my shoulder into him, trying to sprint away. He caught me by the hands and shoved me back into the wall, opening his body and laying into my backside with the belt. I accidentally screamed into the wall, annoyed that he got any sound out of me that wasn't witty.

"Ooh. I liked that one." He pressed himself against me and fiddled with my pants, sliding them down to the top of my thighs, my underwear still keeping the growing parts of me restrained. I grabbed at his growing interest, but missed as he felt my attempt. I could see him step back and examine my body, arm swinging behind him before it came in and the loop snapped against my flesh, the skin breaking slightly as I felt blood bead around the wound, a cough stifling the involuntary vocal reaction. "Eh... not good enough." I opened my eyes and watched him turn the belt in his hand, the buckle hanging loose in his hand, a smile growing as he looked it over.

I stepped back and kicked in his hip, wincing at the movement and scrambling to the other side of the room, playing with the tie around my wrists. He laughed a bit and followed me around the room, trying to close the space with little success. "You can't tell me you don't like it."

"You're not taking a buckle to me."

"I apparently have to."

"Maybe you should learn to hit," I sneered, circling around him again as we paced the room. I stepped and stumbled and he took the opportunity to put me face first into the glass panel near his bed, overlooking the city. His hand pressed against the back of my neck as he turned the belt loop side out and struck me four times in succession. The fifth forced me to cry out against the glass, the icy surface biting into my hot and pulsing flesh as it grew against the pane.

"Tell me how you want it."

"No." My response was followed by a sharp strike and a gasp.

"Say it."

"Not on your life." His hand pushed me harder against the glass, my glasses grinding against the surface. Another two consecutive hits and another sound fogging up against the glass. I could feel the blood mark up my flesh as the belt hit again.

"Well?" My eyes crossed to his, trying, through welling tears, to stare him down.

I inhaled deeply and sighed out, "No."

"Fine. If that's how you want it." He gave me one final snap and looped and belt around my neck, grinding up against my wet flesh. I was forced to take a step forward, kneeing the glass and trying to keep myself up on two feet as he pulled my head back. The fabric of the towel stung my open wounds, sticking in parts to my skin. I could feel his hard flesh pushing against me, and my carnal need for him overwhelmed my reason. The leather tightened around my neck and my hips hit the glass, my hands making no progress with my bonds. "Well?"

"Well what?" I sneered, hoping he didn't decide to release the belt and smack my face into the glass.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

"Let me go, nicely?"

"We both know that's not true." He pressed on me a little harder, the chill of the buckle now flush with my neck. "Come on..." His free hand enveloped the straining bulge in my pants. "Tell me what you want," he hesitated then exhaled on my neck, "Jonathan." My jaw quivered and I could feel myself fighting the words.

"I want you...to..." Before I couldn't finish my sentence, he stepped back and pulled me by the neck, herding me to the right before shoving me down onto the bed. "You would save me the humiliation? How thoughtful."

"I'm just tired of waiting." I could hear the grin in his voice as he rolled me over onto my back. I made it about half way before the leather snapped tight on my neck again and was hauled up onto my feet. He held me close and tried to undress me with his eyes--building a mental map. "Just stand there," he smiled, hands starting on the buttons on my newly acquired dress shirt. He shoved my shirt off of my shoulders and about halfway down my arms, running a finger along the open line of the shirt down my body. I couldn't help but sneer slightly and roll my eyes. There was always something that irritated the back of my mind about being eye candy.

I stared off towards the window as his eyes burned lines in my skin. His hands started to push my pants and briefs off farther, making me wince slightly as my eager fleshed sprang out and he just gave a breathy snicker. The room felt colder, and I could feel my eyebrows unconsciously raise as I entertained certain thoughts. My face contorted as he gave me a firm squeeze, my body defensively curling forward. "Are you still with me, doctor?"

I turned my head towards him, eyes finding his. "Of course," I said softly, with what could be a condescending tone. My eyes unfocused at the meaning behind the statement--maybe it wasn't so superficial. I nearly fell forward as his mouth closed around my member, a heavy gasp pulling my body forward more.

His mouth released me, lips barely touching my skin. "Are you all right?" His lips tightened into a smile and my stomach clenched.

"Naturally, Mr. Wayne. I suppose I was just somewhere else." I tried to find stronger balance, though the restriction of my arms made it difficult.

"Where else would you rather be?" His lips slid over me again, my entire body shuddering.

"It's not... a matter of choice." My knees grew weaker, pressing against his lower ribs, his hands grabbing my thighs as I breathed out a quaking sigh.

He stopped again, fingers tightening against me. "I'm not entertaining you enough then."

"You now have my unwavering attention, Mr. Wayne." It was almost difficult to get the words out---it had been so long and it was a little uncomfortable.

"Do I?" His tongue lapped at me once.

"Yes." I pressed myself towards his advances and scolded myself. I could hear him chuckle, and I just bit the inside of my lip, annoyed that I couldn't help it. I hate giving him that kind of satisfaction when he's fishing for it. The wet heat of his mouth enclosed around me again and my body responded accordingly. "If it's any consolation..." I took a quick breath, my knees starting to shake a bit, "...I was just thinking about where this was leading." He stopped and hesitated against me again.

"Is that so?"

"What else could I possibly be thinking about, Mr. Wayne?"

"I love when you say my name like that."

"I know." He began again, stroking me with his mouth, tongue roving over every line and inch of skin he could manage. My nails dug into the tie, shoulders pulling farther over him, my breath growing heavier and increasingly more difficult to capture.

I felt a hand slide up my body and soon swiftly push me backwards. I tried to flail, with no success, my feet too late to react as I hit the bed with a soft, uniform thud. His hot tongue trailed up what inner thigh he could reach, refocusing on more needy parts of me again, the adrenaline ebbing.

"Oh, Mr. Wayne," I breathed, mostly to annoy him, his hands tightening in my clothes in what I'm sure was a heavy burden of frustration. My hips began to buck a little as he worked me harder, my wits being suppressed to the back of my thoughts. I felt my teeth pull on my lower lip and a nearly unfamiliar sensation pull on my loins. My hands clenched underneath me as saliva ran down my skin, mouth tight around my cock as I bucked up against him. Part of me didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but it had long since been banished to the recesses of my mind. My chest pulled up, climax pulsing through my body, seizing my breath. My skin was hot and I could just see light behind closed eyes.

My body fell against my hands again, my panting no longer impaired by noises blocking my throat. I opened my eyes and stared at the muted light on the ceiling. Viscous liquid coated me and ran down my body. "Well, now that that's over with..." He grabbed my hips and rolled me over again, pulling me to my feet. His hands smeared through the fluid, fingers pressing against the tender ring of muscle. He slid two fingers into me, the fluid providing a great deal of help.

I stifled a cry, "What's your hurry?" His fingers slid out of me and back in causing me to shudder. His free hand grabbed the tie around my wrists, another finger sliding in. "Oh God..." My body shuddered again and I could hear a conceited huff behind me. I tried to step forward, his body following me and pushing me to my knees on the bed. He let go of my hand, my face hitting the bed, glasses digging into the side of my face again.

"I missed you."

"You have a peculiar way of showing it."

"Do I?" He slid his fingers over the swelling spot of nerves, my body tightening, member swelling again as it twitched. I felt him pause, a tense sigh following as it grew increasingly difficult for him to wait. I smiled to myself, giving him a throaty moan and rocking myself back against him.

"Oh, Mr. Wayne." I drew in a sharp breath, "Right there." I felt his arm twitch, hesitation grabbing him again. I suppose I was digging my own grave, but I knew he had to wait a little longer, much to his genetic fault as it throbbed against my leg through the towel. Another digit and I could feel my face burning against the sheets, my body aching for more attention than it was receiving.

His fingers slid from me quickly, the sound of the towel falling against the floor louder than it should have been. His cock slid against my flesh, slowly coating itself in residual fluid. My breath was apprehensively constrained, though the contact was surprisingly calming--a long missed sentiment. He prodded against me, sheathing himself in my quivering flesh. My chest tightened again as I resisted the minor pain, rolling my body against him in a poor attempt at stimulating that consuming section of nerves.

He waited, his hands shaking against me as he moved slowly. I bit my lower lip, trying to adjust as quickly as I could. He pushed against me, pausing as I pushed against him--the problem would solve itself soon enough. He started to pace himself against me, slowly, but enough to start making my member twitch again. The lengthy draws became a bit agonizing after a while, forcing me to try to expedite him. He pulled me back by the hips, following my suggestion. My shoulders rolled against the bed, bunching up the sheets more and more each time. I watched them collect, the whole thing seeming a little surreal while my body burned, waistband of the pants pulling against my thighs, impact shaking my body each time, and it was wonderful.

I could feel my hands starting to go numb and tried to work blood through them, but my blood had other places to be. There was a sudden emptiness in me and my hip hit the bed, a hand continuing my roll me onto my hands. My body arched over my hands, a deep breath pulling into my lungs while it had the chance. "I miss your face," he almost growled, a hand getting up under my knee as he pressed himself back into me, utilizing a much better angle for me. I gasp filled my chest again, pulling me towards him as his mouth scoured my chest, small bites here and there, sure to leave marks tomorrow. I let out a shivering breath, his hands gripping my backside and pulling me up a bit, thrusting against me harder, my desperate member finding friction against the fabric between myself and his stomach as it bore down on me.

I writhed against him, heavy breaths carrying vocal enticement as he thrust faster. He held my hips tight against him, rolling over onto the bed, pulling me up onto him, mostly. He pushed my shoulders up, rolling his hips up against me. "I..." I tried to get the sentence out between breaths, "...don't know... if I can." I could see him smile, deviously, and that's all he said, gripping me again and thrusting up into me, the stimulation causing me to cry out in the still air. My body bounced against his while one of his hands grabbed ahold of flailing belt length, pulling it tight again, and my body down as I tried to stay upright. His lips touched mine as labored breaths and involuntary noises spilled out, my face growing hotter. His teeth captured my lower lip, biting gently as he slowed his pace. He exchanged his nip for a kiss, fighting with my tongue in slow motion, his hands leaving warm prints on my body.

"I think I love you," he whispered against my cheek. The words made my stomach tighten. Was he actually on that, or was it just in the moment. It's wrong either way--we've been over this, but that was a long time ago. I didn't really know what to say; this wasn't a good time to start this, but I'm not using him anymore.

I sat up from him, mouthing the words he wanted to hear, and I didn't want to say. I watched his eyes as they took in the information, a new brightness finding his face. And, it felt good. I didn't have to actually say them, but I couldn't help but think I felt that way, in our own convoluted fashion. I constricted cry broke my thoughts as he thrust up against me harder, pushing me back against his thighs as he did. My fingertips searched out his skin, playing against as much as they could. A firm hand grasped my pulsing member, giving me a saliva guided path to nirvana. His name fell over my lips again, and time seemed to slow down. He pushed me to the side, rolling over me, thrusting deeper into me as his hand around me matched his efforts, made difficult by my pants.

My body seared as it teetered on the brink of climax, sharp and pleading breaths escaped me as his mouth found my neck and his protrusion slid against me perfectly. One solid thrust and bite and I was his again, orgasm coursing through my body and out over it. He thrust a few more times, shuddering as his cock pulsed inside me, release vibrating out of him as he pushed himself in a little further. My groin tightened with each pulse, residual energy working itself out of my body. I let go of a breath, laying back against my hands. I stared off, but saw nothing, the feeling still strong, though fading too quickly.

I could hear him breathing over me, a smile curling his parted lips as some of his hair clung to his forehead. He slowly let go of me and left me, each sensation uncomfortable, unnatural almost. His eyes caught me watching him and he just offered an amused huff through his nose, shaking his head. It seemed like disbelief, and maybe it was, but that small gesture meant more to him. "What?" I asked like I didn't know.

"Nothing, I guess." He was still smiling, but he seemed despondent. He offered me a hand up, and I gave him a flat look, mildly annoyed. He chuckled a little, and pulled me up by the shoulders, wrapping his arms around my back and pressing me against his stomach. He just stayed like that and released a heavy breath.

"What are you doing?"

"Holding you."

"Why?"

"I don't want you to go." My nose wrinkled in response to his words.

"Well I ca--" I cut myself off and just let him have his moment. It was odd to be wanted for something other than criminal mastery. I could hear, and feel, him breathe, his heart beat, and a very faint siren. There was serenity in the room, almost mistakenly formed, but clearly there.

"I'm not going anywhere; you and I both know that," I said quietly.

He 'hm'ed a little distantly and stepped back, motioning for me to stand up. I complied and he turned me around slowly, unfastening the tie. "Thank you." I rubbed my wrists out of petulant habit and stared down at the bed. "I'm going to go wash off... again," I tried to say in the nicest tone I could manage as I turned towards him. I touched his abs and walked off towards the bathroom.

I threw the clothes off into the hamper and washed myself off quickly. I can't stay here, but I shouldn't leave him, but he has to go out, but not for a while. He came into the shower and seemed a little happier. "What now?"

"The usual. I love loving you."

I could feel my brow nearly spring off of my forehead. "I wouldn't call what you do to me 'loving'," I sneered with a proceeding smirk.

"I think it's as romantic as something like our relationship gets." He pulled me closer to him by the hips.

"Mm. Charming."

"Have you been in a nicer relationship?"

"I don't have relationships. My line of work dictates tragic endings in its nature and by testimony."

"Then why venture ours?"

"/I/ didn't, Mr. Wayne," my eyebrow quirked and head cocked slightly, posturing for his response. I didn't mean for it to sound as cruel as it came across.

He didn't take it that way. "But you do now." I looked away with pursed lips, and I could see him smile out of the corner of my eye. He kissed my jaw and left; I was soon to follow.

I dried off faster and went back out, pulling new clothes from the closet. "You or I usually leave. What are we going to do now?"

"We could go out," he offered with a bemused tone. I responded with a 'hmf' and tightened the professional noose around my neck, amusing myself with the familiarity. "No really."

"I don't think that would be socially beneficial to your thriving immune system of 'playboy millionaire'."

"Why are you so overly analytical? I'm Bruce Wayne. I can do whatever I want. And if I want to bang the hot doctor from Arkham Asylum, who's going to stop me?"

"Me." I shrugged the jacket into place on my shoulders.

"Yeah, you have a great record so far, or did you loose those notes when I bent you over your desk."

I turned my head toward him slowly; the look I gave him would have killed lesser men. He just laughed lightly and I could only shake me head. He's been inoculated against my mannerisms. I grabbed my glasses off the floor and left the room, heading down the stairs. "I'm getting a drink."

"Aw. Don't be like that." He followed after me.

"I'm not 'being' like anything." I stopped when the panoramic view of Gotham came into view at the bottom of the stairs. The lights from the city burned beneath Wayne Tower like embers. He stopped behind me and there was a pensive silence.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" His hand found my hip and pulled me back into him.

"Superficially," I replied, watching the glow flicker.

"Simply." He inhaled against my hair, and I could feel him smile, and it was infectious.

Then came a startling thunder followed by a terrifying crash as the far wall burst into dust. Heavy footsteps filtered through the debris. "Bruce Wayne. I've been looking for you. I'm afraid I need to borrow you for a while," came a chilling voice--one I didn't expect to hear for a while.

"Who the hell are you?" He stepped forward, the massive figure clearing the haze.

"You can't tell me you don't know who I am. I know you're far too busy trading models, but you must have hear--." He stopped and looked at me, a smile overcoming his irritated demeanor. "Why hello, doctor. So the rumors are true. That's a pretty cooshy little job you have. I didn't know you were whoring yourself out on the side. I'll be sure to tell Joker--hasn't he been itching to get his paws all over you?"

"No, no one's been trying to 'paw' me," I responded as calmly as I could manage.

"It would seem Brucey boy here's been rather successful in his endeavor. Or is he the only one who can afford you?" I swallowed hard. "Regardless, you're coming with me, Mr. Wayne."

"No, Mr. Dorrance, he's not."

"That's a name I haven't heard in a long time." He pondered for a moment and advanced--a freight train. "I guess I'll just have to make him then." I closed my eyes and breathed out, knowing there was a slim chance this wouldn't turn out in his favor.

I ran at him, and moved a punch, trying to take his legs out from underneath him, to no success. "Why are you wasting the effort, doctor?" His foot pressed me against the floor and lifted as quickly, the notable crack of a punch landing stagnating the room, if only for a moment. I rolled to my feet, looking at Bruce and back to Mr. Dorrance. He was rubbing his cheek and chuckling to himself. "You're going to fight me? You really don't know who I am. Then allow my to introduce myself. I'm Bane." He lunged for Mr. Wayne, grabbing him around the neck and lifting him off the floor before he could even breathe.

I tried to intercept but met his hand, fingers clenching around my clothes. "You're just becoming a nuisance. Don't get me wrong, doctor, I'm very grateful for your help at Arkham, but I think Mr. Wayne here would be a little more cooperative if you were here. Goodbye, doctor." I could feel a breath fill my lungs as I was swung up over his head. My eyes found Bruce's and I had to look away. The sensation seemed so slow, but unstoppable as he threw me towards the nearest window. I could feel the release of my clothing, the air rushing by me, the look of exertion on Bane's face.

My back impacted the glass, and for a moment it felt like it would catch me, until it shattered against my body, inertia carrying me through. I could feel pieces cutting through the fabric and across my skin. Gravity plucked me from the air, and I couldn't help but steal one more glance at Bruce. His eyes were mortified, his face irate, and his body reacted to both. I closed my eyes, his pain unbearable, and I could feel that distant, and unfamiliar feeling quell in me as I was pulled downwards, the room falling out of view as the last thing I would see. The feeling grew, and, for the first time in a very long time... I felt true terror.

THE END

{{Well, I hope for all who held out and bared with me this wasn't completely terrible. I thank my fans for your unwavering support and especially Laruen who went out of her(?) way to let me know there were still people who cared. And TDKR releases this year. Maybe we'll see our two favorites again. I also have an Arkham Asylum short story planned, so be sure to look for that in the next several months. It was fun, and I hope you all enjoyed. ~Dr. Crane}}
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