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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 ~~~~~
It had been a week since the last day of school. The disappearance of Dean Ringholtz was bigger news than either of the other people we’d killed. Well, Jack had killed them, but I’d helped. I was worried we’d be caught, but Jack was cold as ice about it. There was an emergency assembly of students in the cafeteria at Brentwood, called by the Gotham City Police Department. Parents had been outraged and demanded lawyers for the questioning. My parents hadn’t protested, but there were going to be lawyers on hand for everyone.
Jack came back from the refreshments table with a glass of lemonade for me. "Don’t worry, Scarlet. Just stick with the story exactly as we practiced." We’d come up with a story that was as close to the truth as possible. Jack had told me to practice telling him my story, and he’d done the same. We were careful to avoid using the same phrases and sentences. We didn’t want our accounts to sound rehearsed. Jack slung his arm around the back of my chair and nibbled on one of the cookies he’d nabbed. For being a mass interrogation the whole event had the feel of a summer tea party. Everyone was dressed casually and grouped into small clusters as they consumed their snacks. Even Jack seemed to be in a good mood. He would be, though. His father had been away on business the past three days.
I had more than Dean Ringholtz on my mind. I looked down at the paper cup of lemonade and was reminded of the plastic cup of piss I’d had to collect from my first trip to the bathroom that morning. I’d had to use and eye dropper to dribble some of the pee onto a pregnancy test. I hadn’t had a period since before Jack and I had started having sex. It made sense. I’d been exhausted, nauseated and famished. It hadn’t been a surprise to see a plus sign emerge in the results field. I’d still tried two more tests, and they all reported the same thing. I had no idea how to tell Jack, and I hadn’t the foggiest clue as to how he’d react. All I did know was I wanted the baby. How could I not want it? It was Jack’s. Jack’s and mine. If we got busted for killing Ringholtz we’d both go into juvenile detention hall, or, if we were tried as adults, Blackgate Prison. They would take the baby away. "Hey, Scarlet, once this shindig is over why don’t we grab some tacos and head to the old polo grounds? I bought you a present." He curled his fingers into my hair and massaged my neck. "Are you still feeling sick?" He looked concerned for the first time since we’d arrived at Brentwood.
"Tacos sound good. I have a surprise for you, too. I just hope you like it." I leaned into the crook of his arm, and he kissed the top of my head.
"You know me, I love surprises." From across the room Mrs. Glenn, the nosey guidance counselor, was eyeing Jack and me with disapproval. Just to spite her I slid my hand up Jack’s thigh and to his crotch. I gave him a squeeze through his jeans, and he broke out into a giggle.
"Surprise." I said softly and kissed his neck. He chuckled deeply and dragged me into his lap. I could feel him hard and poking against my backside.
"Surprise me some more." He said huskily and trailed kisses down my throat. I wiggled my ass against his erection, and he groaned.
"That’s enough!" Mrs. Glenn, who was now glaring at us from a few feet away, barked out. Jack didn’t miss a beat.
"It’s not nearly enough, but it’ll have to do until we find a supply closet. Maybe we could use your desk?" He asked her. I shook with silent giggles at the outrage on her face. "Mm, keep giggling." He told me and pushed up against me. Monsieur Harlan headed over when Mrs. Glenn made such a commotion.
"Janet, I’ll handle this. Why don’t you ask one of the detectives to squeeze Rebecca and Jack in ahead of someone else?" She started to protest, but he cut her off. "The sooner they’re finished, the sooner they’ll be out of your hair." She seemed pleased with the idea, but it didn’t stop her from one last scowl.
"Just because the school year is over doesn’t mean the rules no longer apply. Physical contact of that variety is not allowed." She hissed and stalked off, presumably to find a detective.
"But the football players can mangle each other and it’s called school spirit." Jack smirked at her back. Monsieur Harlan echoed the smirk.
"It’s a funny world we live in, Monsieur Napier. Sometimes it seems we’re rewarded for violence and punished for love even as we’re being taught to avoid violence and find love. Rules seldom make sense." Monsieur Harlan told us. Jack looked like he’d been struck with an epiphany.
"McClure, Rebecca and Napier, Jack!" A detective called our names to be taken back for questioning.
"You kids have a good summer. I’ll see you in Advanced French this Fall, Rebecca." Monsieur Harlan nodded his farewell. I slid off Jack’s lap and reached for his hand. He clasped it and stood.
"Huh... I always thought Harlan was kind of fruity, but he’s got a point."
"Jack Napier?" A frazzled looking detective cut into our conversation. "This way, please." The redheaded guy lead Jack in the opposite direction the blonde female detective was taking me.
"He your boyfriend?" She asked me as we walked down the hallway to one of the teachers’ lounges.
"Jack? Yeah." I couldn’t hide my smile. The reality that Jack truly was my boyfriend had sunk in about the same time the third pregnancy test had confirmed we were having a baby.
"He’s a real looker. I bet the other girls are jealous." She said. "I’m Detective King. This is your advocate, Ms. Nguyen." She nodded to a petite Asian woman who wore a welcoming smile.
"Hi." I said awkwardly.
"Hello, Rebecca, do you understand why we’re all here today?" She asked in a slow and concise manner as if I were in the third grade.
"It’s about Dean Ringholtz, right?" I sat in the seat they offered.
"That’s right. He’s been missing since the last day of school, June 10, 1994. Detective King is going to ask you some questions. You aren’t in any trouble, and you don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. Do you understand?" Nguyen explained.
"I get it."
"Good. Detective King is going to record this conversation. Is that alright with you?" I shrugged.
"You have to say it out loud." Detective King prompted.
"Go ahead and record, but can I use the bathroom real quick? I’ve had too much lemonade." I tried to act as relaxed and unconcerned as I could. The detective pointed out the teachers’ private restroom.
I made sure to be quick in the bathroom. I didn’t want to rouse any suspicion, and I don’t think I did. "Do you know Dean Ringholtz very well, Rebecca?" Detective King asked once I’d settled in.
"Not really. He doesn’t deal with the students much." I took special care to use the present tense. If I’d said he didn’t instead of he doesn’t it would seem sketchy.
"But you see him in the halls?"
"He meets with the honors students once a semester for a special lunch. That’s the only time I ever really see him."
"Did you see him the last day of school?"
"Yeah."
"Where?"
"The juniors’ parking lot."
"What were you doing there? Shouldn’t you have been in class?"
"I was finished. Both my finals were back to back. I was going to see Jack."
"Jack’s finals weren’t back to back?"
"No, he had the middle block free. There was a fifteen minute break between the middle and last blocks. We were going to spend the rest of the middle block and the break in my car."
"You drive a 1994 Geo Tracker, Magenta, license plate HAL 404?"
"Yes."
"Weren’t students supposed to either go home after they completed finals or congregate in the cafeteria or library?"
"Yeah."
"What were you and Jack doing in the parking lot then?" I chewed my lip and stared down at the table top. I wanted her to think I was a little embarrassed.
"We, um, wanted some privacy. The teachers here kind of frown on public displays of affection."
"You were... making out?"
"Mm hm."
"Then what?"
"Dean Ringholtz caught us. He made Jack go inside since he still had a final left. He told me to leave school grounds."
"Did you?"
"Yeah."
"Where did you go?"
"I just drove around over by Mooney Bridge. There’s a place where you can park and watch the planes coming and going from the airport."
"Goodwin International?"
"Yeah. Jack and I go there all the time."
"What did you do next?"
"I stayed there until I thought Jack might be done, then I drove back here to get him."
"Did you see Dean Ringholtz when you returned?"
"No. Jack was watching for me. He came out immediately, and we took off."
"Did you see anything suspicious in the parking lot at any time?"
"I was paying attention to Jack. I didn’t even notice the dean until he was yelling at us." I told her truthfully. She looked over her paperwork and straightened it.
"Ooh kay, Miss McClure. Thank you for your cooperation. If we have any more questions we’ll contact you." Detective King stood and stuck out her hand. I shook it and let her walk me out. Jack was standing outside the opened front doors, just at the end of the hall. I jogged away from the detective, and Jack pulled me to his side.
"Let’s get the fuck out of here." He growled.
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