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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 ~~~~~
Our weekend alone had ended too soon. We spent Saturday watching news reports on GCN while feeding each other microwave popcorn. The police hadn’t connected the dots between the yuppy and the cabby. They weren’t even sure if the cab driver’s death wasn’t some kind of accident. They attributed the yuppy’s (Robert Abbott, 37, stock broker) murder to random gang violence. His red nosed fiancée sniffled for the camera and urged the police to crack down on gang violence. Jack had literally rolled on the floor with laughter and pointed out the yuppy’s wallet hadn’t even been stolen. The cops’ ignorance amused him to no end, and his excitement drew me in. We’d gotten away with murder not once but twice, and we’d proven a fact. People were stupid. All it took was the guts to take what you wanted, to do what you wanted. I wasn’t quite as confident as Jack, but I had faith in him. He could have whatever he wanted, and I would do anything to make sure he got it. It was easy so far. All he’d wanted was me. We’d copulated on the couch, leaving stains on the expensive powder blue chintz upholstery. We’d fucked in the foyer, a two-storey marble tiled monstrosity complete with a chandelier. We’d done it on the dining room table where my parents breakfasted every morning. We’d even screwed on the staircase on the way upstairs to defile my parents’ bed.
On Sunday evening my parents had returned. Jack had stayed until they were in the house and then snuck out. I hated for him to go. I was scared our adventure would end. School had a funny way of making the events of a weekend ghostly. There was still an all over bodily memory of the fun you’d had, but it all seemed like a dream. Usually the hotter it burned the less real it was come Monday morning. I’d dressed in my Brentwood uniform paying special attention to ensure my bruises were completely covered. This Monday was definitely different, and the weekend had miraculously retained its freshness.
When I came down for breakfast my parents sat at opposite ends of the dining room table. My father had the newspaper held up in front of his face and a cup of coffee getting cold in front of him. I had flashes of being bent over the table as Jack pumped into me from behind, and they made me feel dizzy with want for him. I felt like my entire weekend was bared on my face, that surely my parents could see it if they’d just look at me. They didn’t. "I’m just saying, Henry, Kattering isn’t that far from here. How long do you think it will be before there’s gang violence here in the Palisades?" Mother asked, sipping her cappuccino. Maria, the housekeeper/cook, had made me a breakfast of French toast and a French vanilla cappuccino. I sat down to it and dug in. I was sapped of energy today, and the food smelled delicious.
"Evelyn, the only violence in the Palisades happens on the polo field. Besides, the Kattering incident was an accident. There was a malfunction with the gas tank. The gang attack was in Gantry. The way I see it, anyone foolish enough to live in the city proper is just asking for trouble. They call it gentrification. You can put all the fancy spackle you want on a building, you’re still living in the middle of a demilitarized zone." My throat dried up, and I choked on my breakfast. Neither of my parents noticed.
"I don’t know... maybe we should think about relocating..."
"Bite your tongue, woman! The McClure family has been in Gotham for over two hundred years. It’ll take more than a little crime to get me to leave." My father seized any opportunity he was afforded to remind people (especially my mother and myself) of the McClure heritage. I couldn’t see what he was so proud of. So his forefathers had plunked roots down in Gotham. Big deal. Anyone can build a house and stay put.
"How was your weekend, dear?" Mother finally asked me.
"I, uh, saw a movie."
"That’s nice." She was already ignoring me again. "Henry, I think I’m going to let Maria go. She isn’t much of a cook, and her housekeeping is shoddy. I think she stained the Louis the XVI divan." I covered my smile by taking a sip of my coffee.
"Do what you must." Father said passionlessly.
"I think she slept in our bed, Henry. Doesn’t that disturb you? I swear, it’s impossible to find good help anymore." Mother rolled her eyes and clearly hoped for a bigger reaction from Father. He rattled the paper and turned the page.
"I’ve got school." I mumbled before dashing out the door. Jack would think it was hilarious the maid was catching hell because of us.
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Jack’s parents did not breakfast together. His father was already in his study working, and his mother was still wearing last night’s makeup. Her silk robe was hanging open, and Jack could see her low hanging nipples through the nightgown. His eyes quickly went back to his sketch pad. "Whatcha drawin’ there, Jackie Boy?" She slurred. He’d seen her pour the whiskey into her morning coffee, and he guessed she was on her third cup.
"It’s nothing, Ma." He replied.
"Lemme see!" She laughed huskily and leaned over his shoulder to look. He’d sketched a Picassoesque city scape of Gotham, all sharp geometric shapes in shades of black, white and gray with flecks of yellow lights.
"Ma..."
"Oh, Jackie! That’s good! Is it for school?" She asked. He flipped the sketch pad shut, embarrassed for her.
"No, it’s for... for a friend."
"Is this friend paying for it?"
"No, Ma, it’s for my girlfriend. It’s a gift." She clicked her tongue at him.
"Never do anything you’re good at for free. You think I’d have landed your father if I’d given it up to him? Nope. It cost him this." She waggled her wedding ring finger at him.
"I gotta go, Ma." He brushed past her, a taste of bile in his mouth. He was almost out the front door when his father called out to him.
Like clockwork, every two weeks, his father summoned him to the study to discuss his grades. "Yes, sir?" Jack stepped into the room that was his father’s domain. It reeked of cigar smoke and cognac. The only light came from a banker’s lamp on the humongous desk. The light reflected off his father’s glasses, obscuring his eyes.
"I see you’re maintaining your high chemistry grade, but your geometry needs to be addressed."
"Yes, sir." Jack knew by now to just stick with the two words. His father was looking over a stack of papers as he spoke.
"I expect better from you, Jack. Your mother expects better. See there’s improvement, or we’ll have to look into some summer refresher courses."
"Yes, sir."
"Dismissed."
Jack beat a hasty retreat from his father’s presence, and by the time he got to the end of the driveway he could see the magenta Jeeplette pulling up. He was glad. He couldn’t wait to get away from his house, and the last place he wanted to go was school. He watched as Scarlet automatically moved over to the passenger’s side, and it made him laugh. Already she was making him feel better. She really hated the Geo Tracker. It was just like her parents to think she’d like the trendy piece of crap. He climbed behind the wheel. "Scarlet, you look like you’re about to bust. How about we take the long way to school?" He suggested.
The ‘long way’ consisted of a stop for coffee and candy at the Gas N Go and then a trip to the old polo grounds. Ten years ago a newer polo field, stables and clubhouse had been built, and the original had been left to go to pot. He and Scarlet spent hours there in the Jeeplette listening to music and talking. Today would be their first visit as an official couple. Surprisingly, this made Jack a little nervous. What if it wasn’t the same? It was normally soothing. No one ever came there. It was wild and overgrown with the phantom aroma of horseshit. Whenever either of them needed a break from the world they headed here.
Scarlet held their coffee as he plowed the Jeeplette through the weed choked and rutted driveway. It was a quarter mile drive back to their favorite spot. A huge willow tree practically swallowed them up under its fronds, and Jack slid the transmission into park and cut the engine. He searched through the CDs on the visor until he found Loud Love by Soundgarden. He opened his Skittles, and she handed him his coffee. "So what’s got you about to explode, beautiful?" She burst into giggles that tickled like velvet clad fingers trailing his spine. He often teased her for giggling like a little girl, but her laughter made the hair on his balls stand up. The more he teased her the more she giggled.
"My mother thinks the maid got stains on the couch and slept in their bed! They’re going to fire her!" Giggles rolled out of her like a fountain of bubbles. He gave her a sly smile.
"Well, technically it is her fault. If she’d obeyed your parents and stuck around the house we wouldn’t have had full run of the place. Actually, it’s too bad she didn’t stay. Maybe she could have joined in on our fun. She is the one with the big tits, right?" He goaded her.
"I do hope you’re kidding. Maria’s the one with the mustache. Mother only hires the ugly ones. She doesn’t want to tempt Father." She smirked.
"Who was the one with the tits then?"
"That was Sasha. She had the one fake eye that was always pointing in the wrong direction."
"I never looked at her face." He joked.
"Neither did my father. Why do you think Mother fired her?"
"Where did she go? Maybe I can get my parents to hire her." He teased her some more. She elbowed him, knocking his Skittles from his hand. "What the hell?" He laughed. "What? You’re jealous?"
"I’m greedy. I want you all to myself." She admitted.
"One weekend of fucking and sucking and you think you own my dick?" He was kidding, but only partly. Part of him liked having her want him, but another part resented her for it.
"It meant more to me than that, Jack. I think it did to you, too." She stared down into her coffee and sipped it. He could see the vulnerability roiling off her. He reached into the tiny backseat and found his sketch pad.
"I made you another sketch." He loosened the city scape from the pad and handed it over. "So you’ll never forget our Friday the thirteenth on the town." He explained. She traced the shape of Wayne Tower with a shiny black fingernail.
"Like I’d ever forget. Jack, this is your best work ever. I’m going to frame it. Will you help me pick one out?" She stroked the sketch lovingly.
"Sure." He took it from her and put it back in his sketch pad for safe keeping.
"Thank you." She leaned across the seat to kiss him, and he tossed the pad onto the dash. He held onto her head with one hand while dumping the rest of his cold coffee out the window. She crawled into his lap like a kitten, stroking his neck as she kissed him. He slid his hands up her thighs.
"You’re welcome, Scarlet." He massaged her butt cheeks beneath the maroon pleated skirt she wore. She tugged on his regulation gray tie until it loosened, and he reclined the seat until he was practically flat on his back. "If I can’t look at the maid’s boobs let me see yours." He prompted. She tugged her white dress shirt from her skirt and slowly popped each button open. The bruises around her neck had yellowed, but they still filled him with rage. He was glad all over again he’d killed the yuppy. He realized he may have put a few of the bruises there, but his marks were made with love. The ring he’d bought her lay nestled between her breasts. It had been worth every penny.
"We’re going to be so late for school." She warned and unhooked her white lace bra.
"We’ll get there eventually." He said absently and tugged the bra loose. He cupped her tits in his hands, and she leaned into his grip. Locks of her hair fell forward and licked at his arms. Her crotch was situated directly over his, and he could feel the heat emanating from her body to his. It ricocheted between them, building with every second. Her nimble fingers worked his dress shirt open, and he pulled her down to taste her tits. Beneath the cherry scented soap they had a milky woman aroma that made his nuts ache with anticipation. She shuddered when his lips found her nipple.
"Oh, god, Jack..." She gasped. He sucked harder, and she writhed against him frantically struggling with his belt buckle. Everything was a struggle in the cramped interior of the Jeeplette.
"Hey, let’s take this outside, huh?" He suggested.
"Where?" Her cheeks were pink and she was panting. She climbed off of him, and he opened the door and got out.
"Here." He told her, pulling her onto the driver’s seat. Her legs dangled from the car and framed his hips. She leaned back on her hands with her full breasts jutting out.
"Here is good." She smiled and leaned forward for a kiss. The wind fluttered his shirt as he embraced her. She’d snaked her arms beneath the it and was stroking his lower back with her long nails. He bit her lower lip and sucked it into his mouth, and she slithered her tongue against his. She tasted like vanilla hazelnut coffee. Her tight nipples pressed into his bare chest, and she had her legs wrapped around him. He was sure there must have been a time in his childhood when he’d felt so much for someone... possibly his mother. He vaguely remembered sitting in her lap and feeling happy, but there had never been anyone else. Until Scarlet. He wanted to protect her and make her happy. He wanted to give her everything, even give her himself. He knew she felt the same way. She would die for him, and he’d kill for her. He had killed for her. He felt profoundly grateful to have found her. It almost made him want to believe there was some kind of order to all the chaos. He knew better, though. Finding Scarlet was just a happy accident. One he intended to take full advantage of.
The wind ruffled his hair, and she hugged him closer to her feverish body. "Are you cold?" She asked him in a whisper soft voice. He flashed back to Friday night in the Narrows. He’d asked her the same thing.
"I’m on fire, Scarlet." He replied in a matching whisper.
"Jack... I love you. I know you don’t believe in..." He cut her off with a smoldering kiss. She turned limp in his arms even as he got harder. He pulled her panties down and untangled them from her long legs all while maintaining the scorching kiss. She was getting better at getting his pants open, too. She held his cock in her delicate hand in mere seconds. He jerked her hips forward and probed until he found her opening. She was hot, slick and beyond ready for him.
"I-I-I-I know what to do! I’m gonna fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK YOU, fuck you!" Chris Cornell growled out over the Jeeplette’s speakers just as Jack’s belly met Scarlet’s. He let her savor the nearness a second while he moved into a better position, but then his body took over. He slammed into her and clutched her ass in his hands, and she moved with him. He felt sweat sliding down his lower back and the crack of his ass. Her throat and face were flushed red, and her own sweat was curling the hair around her face into tiny corkscrews. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and bit down into her flesh. She let out a ragged moan and convulsed in his arms.
"I love you, too, beautiful." He panted into her ear before his dick jerked and he filled her with his cum.
Author’s Note:
Again, to all those who have read, reviewed or rated my story many thanks! I don’t own or make any money from any of the music named in this story, but I’d like to list some of the songs that have inspired this story. It will really enhancing your reading experience if you can listen to some of the following: The Crow soundtrack, Blood Sugar Sex Magik by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Closer, The Perfect Drug, and With Teeth by Nine Inch Nails, Sour Times by Portishead, Just Like Heaven and Love Song by The Cure, Big Dumb Sex by Soundgarden, Blood Stained Valentine by Murderdolls, Trigger Happy Jack, Junkie, and Angry Johnny by Poe, Blood and Fire and Love You to Death by Type O Negative, #1 Crush by Garbage, Cherry Waves, Needles and Pins, Passenger, Rocket Skates and You’ve Seen the Butcher by Deftones, Desperately Wanting by Better Than Ezra, Every You Every Me and Pure Morning by Placebo, Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division, Mother by Danzig, Never Tear Us Apart by INXS and finally Rev 22:20 by Puscifer. All these songs and more have been the soundtrack to this story. Check them out!
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