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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 had only been waiting in the Jeeplette for half an hour when he saw Scarlet weaving her way through the parked cars. She looked happy and less pale than she had earlier. "That was quick." He opened the passenger’s door for her and held her hand while she boosted herself up into the seat.
"It was a bubble test. Ugh, I’m famished." She groaned. She started to reach for the cooler, but he produced a Dr. Pepper and a banana Moonpie he’d got from the vending machines. "You’re the world’s best boyfriend." She accepted the snack.
"Tell me what happened. Who made you cry, Scarlet?" He’d been contemplating what he’d do to the bastard brave enough to bring his Scarlet to tears. She bit into the marshmallow lunch cake and washed the bite down with a few gulps of soda.
"I got in an argument with one of the guidance counselors. She tried to warn me away from you. She said you were trouble." Scarlet smirked and took another bite of the cake. He didn’t see what had actually made her cry.
"Well... I am trouble." He shrugged.
"She doesn’t get to say that about you. Our lives are our business, not that bitch’s." There were tears brimming in her eyes again. She’d devoured the Moonpie and was nursing the bottle of Dr. Pepper. "Everybody wants to keep us apart, and I don’t think I could live without you." She sniffled.
"Scarlet... I’m not going anywhere without you." He promised her. He’d planned on the big reveal happening at the old polo grounds, but she needed to see it now. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and bared the bandage.
"Jack, what happened?" She moved closer to inspect the damage.
"I did it for you. For our four week anniversary." He explained as he peeled back the gauze. He winced as it stuck to the ‘S’ and tugged it to fully loosen it. It was puffy and swollen, but her name could still be made out.
"Oh, Jack! What did you do?" She stroked his chest, getting close to the wound but not touching it.
"I carved your name on my heart... don’t you like it?" He’d expected jubilation at the reveal, but she looked green around the gills.
"I can’t believe you love me that much." Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. Something was going on with her, but he had no idea what it was. He didn’t think he’d seen her cry more than once in the years he’d known her. He dragged her into his lap and smoothed her hair from her face.
"Scarlet, what’s going on with you?" She was in a full on crying jag now.
"Fuck! I don’t know! I’m just so tired, and I just want to be with you..." She dashed at her tears with balled up fists. She looked down at her name again, and he finally saw the reaction he was waiting for. "Does it hurt?"
"Not as badly as seeing you cry." She leaned down and gingerly kissed the wound, and he swallowed back the desire he felt for her. Using her hair, he pulled until her face tilted toward his. He kissed her with all the longing he felt, and she whimpered.
"Hey! What are you two doing?" A nasally voice honked out. Jack immediately recognized Dean Ringholtz’s angry tone. "All students are to report either to the cafeteria or the library... Jack Napier, Rebecca McClure... Miss McClure, I expect this kind of behavior from Mr. Napier, but I had higher hopes for you." Scarlet turned in his lap to face the dean and leveled him with a withering look.
"Fuck off, Ringholtz. If one more person tells me to stay away from Jack..."
‘Down! Now! To my office!" Ringholtz had no sense of humor. He also had no tolerance for disobedience. His bald head was turning beet red, and a vein in his forehead throbbed blue. Jack had never been so proud of Scarlet.
"You heard the lady, Ringholtz. Fuck off." He smirked. The dean clamped a hand around Scarlet’s upper arm and physically dragged her out of the Jeeplette. She struggled and wound up on her ass on the concrete. Jack felt his rage explode inside of him just as it had when the yuppy was strangling her. Her maroon skirt was hiked up and baring her thighs, and Ringholtz was staring at her with a stupid look on his face consisting of one part shock to two parts arousal. Jack didn’t waste time deciding what to do. He leapt from the Jeeplette directly onto Ringholtz. The older man wasn’t nearly as tall as Jack, but he had the build of a bear. Jack had the element of surprise and all his rage going for him. Ringholtz collapsed onto the ground beside Scarlet, and Jack pushed his thumbs into his eye sockets. Almost instantly the left eyeball burst with a satisfying squish. Instead of subduing the dean, the injury caused him to struggle harder. His short arms flailed and scratched gouges into Jack, and he tried to buck Jack off of him. "Scarlet, get on his legs." He instructed. Jack was using his knees and all his weight to pin the dean’s torso down, but Ringholtz was struggling more than the yuppy had dared. At least he wasn’t squealing. The cab driver had squealed until his vocal chords were too charred to work, but Ringholtz just gurgled and grunted. "Scarlet?" Jack didn’t have time to look to see why she hadn’t moved.
"I’m okay." She panted and finally obeyed him.
"No one touches my girl, Ringholtz. Especially not filthy old perverts like you." Jack watched the other eyeball pop like a pus filled zit, and Ringholtz surprised him with a renewed effort to escape. Scarlet stumbled, landing against Jack’s back, but she scrambled to hold the dean’s legs.
"Hurry, Jack. I can’t hold him much longer." Scarlet wheezed. Getting a better grip on Ringholtz’s head, Jack lifted it and smacked it into the concrete with all the strength he could muster. It was a sufficient amount to fracture the tough occipital bone at the base of the dean’s skull. Jack didn’t take any chances. He repeated the motion until the back of Dean Ringholtz’s head was mushy. Blood was making a slow trail toward the storm drain by the back left tire of the Jeeplette. When Jack looked he found chunks of brain and bone caked on the concrete. "We need to get out of here, Scarlet." He panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. He looked down to see spatters of blood on his shirt sleeves.
"We can’t, Jack. We’ve got to get rid of him. It’s one thing to have an anonymous killing in Gotham. There’s ten million people in the city. There’s only seven hundred students here." Scarlet had her back to the grisly sight, and he could hear her fighting back the heaves. She was right. "Stay here. I’m going to get your spare shirt from your locker. You have to look normal for your chemistry exam." She hurried toward the school.
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Jack’s locker was in a secluded wing of the school near the janitor’s quarters. My hands shook from the adrenaline surge, and I was struggling to keep my lunch down. I forced myself to toughen up. It was imperative Jack didn’t get caught. I steadied my hands and worked the combination lock open. With Jack’s spare shirt and tie draped over my arm I snuck into the janitor’s storage area. I found the extra large garbage bags easily enough and grabbed a few of them. We’d need to get rid of the blood, too. My stomach lurched as I recalled the sight of it. I grabbed a large bottle of bleach and a roll of the brown paper towels the bathroom dispensers held. The tricky part was getting back to Jack without running into anyone. I accomplished this by finding an empty classroom adjacent to the parking lot and climbing through one of the low and wide windows. The parking lot was deserted. Dean Ringholtz must have been the only one patrolling it, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I hustled back to the Jeeplette where Jack sat on the ground leaning against the left front tire. He’d stripped off his bloodied shirt. "Are you okay, Jack?" I asked softly.
"I’m just thinking. I don’t know whether we should dump him in the Gotham River or bury him at the old polo grounds... oh, good, you brought supplies. Did I ever mention what a smart cookie you are, Scarlet?" Despite having just killed his third person in four weeks Jack looked... chipper. Again, I envied his confidence. He never worried about anything.
"The river. I’m too tired to dig, and I don’t want him spoiling our secret getaway." I suggested.
"I agree. Give me a hand, beautiful." He said and shook out one of the trash bags.
We used two bags to cover the body and the third bag we laid out onto the Jeeplette’s tiny backseat. I helped Jack heft the deadweight into the Tracker, but Jack did most of the work. I used the blanket I’d brought for our picnic to cover the body while Jack used the bleach and paper towels to wash the blood down the storm drain. "You should go. I’ll dump the body and come back for you." I suggested.
"I don’t know, Scarlet... I’ll be quick. Wait for me, and we can do it together."
"I can’t just sit here with the body in my car. I just want to be rid of it so we can start the celebration." I argued.
"Do you know where to take it?"
"Downstream from the power plant."
"Can you lift him? You seem like you’re coming down with something..."
"I can do this, Jack. I’ll be back to pick you up, and this will be all over." He pulled me into a quick kiss and held my shoulders as he spoke.
"Make sure you aren’t followed, and make sure you weigh down the body. Most importantly, be quick and be aware of your surroundings." He instructed me as if he’d dumped a hundred bodies.
"Do good on your final." I replied.
Twenty minutes later I was parked on a one lane bridge in a secluded meadowland five miles downstream of the Gotham Power Plant. It was rumored the mob dumped their bodies here because the toxic wastes disfigured them to the point of unrecognition. It really was a very suitable spot simply for the seclusion it offered. Besides that, the river was deep beneath the bridge, and there were plenty of large rocks to weigh down the body. My biggest problem would be lifting the body on my own. I backed the Jeeplette up to the railing, leaving enough room to lower the back door. I was hoping to save myself some lifting. Well, some additional lifting.
I found as many good-sized rocks as I could and braced myself for the task at hand. I would have to stuff the rocks in the dean’s pockets and clothes. I didn’t know if my temperamental stomach could handle it. I took another quick look around and climbed into the back of the Jeeplette. I tossed the blanket into the front seat and took hold of the garbage bag we’d lain him on. He already was giving off a nasty odor, like blood, piss and shit combined with plastic. I felt my tongue cramp up, preparing to barf my guts up, but I willed it away. I tugged the body up and against the railing of the bridge. I steeled myself and peeled back the layers of trash bags. All I could see was his belly, hips and hands. I held my breath as I began stashing the rocks in his pockets, shirt and down his pants. I really hoped they’d do the trick. As I worked the trash bags back into place, the fingers on his left hand twitched and feebly grasped at my wrist. I let out a scream and fell backward into the Jeeplette. The first thought that came to mind was he’d turned into a zombie. No one could survive getting their brains bashed in so horribly. I watched him for thirty tense seconds to see if he would move again, but he didn’t. Anger welled up inside me, and I used it to finish shoving him over the railing. Fuck him for scaring me so badly. I peered over the railing in time to see the last corner of one of the garbage bags disappear beneath the water. I hopped out of the Jeeplette and slammed the back door shut. I was still furious from the fright he’d given me, but I remembered to check my surrounding again to make sure I wasn’t being watched. I was completely alone. I pulled off the bridge, anxious to get out of there. Surely Jack would be done with his exam by the time I got back to Brentwood.
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Author’s Note: Thank you all for continuing to read my story! Special thanks to those of you who’ve rated and/or reviewed. I look so forward to your feedback. I am working as quickly as I can, but I have to pace myself to ensure these chapters are up to par with the rest of the story. I have a definite ending in sight for both time lines. I appreciate your patience, as it will still be a bit longer until it’s a finished work. I hope you continue to read and enjoy!
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