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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 took two months. In just sixty days Jack had been able to siphon off twenty-five thousand dollars from accounts held by both our parents. They hadn’t even noticed anything missing. As usual, our fathers were busy on business trips. My mother traveled extensively during the summer months, and Jack’s mother... well, according to Jack she was on a type of permanent vacation in her own body. We vowed to be better parents than ours had ever been.
I’d expected Jack to react to the baby with his normal blase attitude to things, but he’d completely surprised me. He went to my first visit at the free clinic (which wasn’t as bad as I’d expected it to be), and every day he made sure I took my vitamins and got plenty of folic acid. For wanting to live without rules, he sure had a lot of them for me. I wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol or caffeine, and he’d quit smoking around me, too. He didn’t limit my snacking, but when we went out for fast food he ordered us salads instead of greasy burgers. It was kind of funny. If my parents had imposed the same rules on me I’d have protested. Because I knew Jack’s rules were motivated by love, I endured them. Besides, I relished the attention he lavished on me.
For a change, both my parents were home, but they were leaving on the fifteenth of August for a trip to Metropolis. My father would be working, but Mother would be shopping. It was the perfect opportunity for Jack and me to take off. On Saturday, two days before my parents were set to go, they went out to dinner. Jack and I seized the opportunity to spend what would probably be one of our last nights together under my parent’s roof. We’d had a busy week of preparing to leave, and my parents had been too preoccupied to even notice. I cleaned out the Jeeplette because Jack had arranged to trade it in to a guy in the city who didn’t care whose name was on the title as long as he liked the car. Jack had also found us an apartment on New Street in the Haysville neighborhood in Downtown Gotham. I hadn’t had a chance to see it yet, but Jack promised me I’d like it. It wasn’t furnished, but Jack and I had discussed renting a truck to get the furniture from my bedroom. I’d been sort of surreptitiously packing my essential belongings all week.
The major event of the week had been my appointment with the OB. I was supposed to come in on the fifteenth, but we bumped it to August tenth. I was nearly fifteen weeks pregnant, and the ultrasound clearly showed I was carrying a little boy. I was also entering my second trimester. I was feeling better, I had more energy and I was the happiest I’d ever been. I was also starting to show. In a stroke of luck, badly shaped babydoll dresses and empire waistlines were fashionable that summer. It was easy to hide my bump.
As soon as my parents left, Jack climbed through the usual window. I was going through a stack of books trying to decide which ones I wanted to take with me: Anne Rice, keep, Stephen King, definitely, V.C. Andrews...nope. Jack molded his body to mine and reached his hands up underneath the babydoll dress I wore. I giggled, and he rested his hands over my belly. "How ‘bout we name him something cool, like Trent?" Jack suggested.
"What about Eric?"
"Like Eric Draven? The Crow?" He laughed.
"You picked Trent because of Trent Reznor from Nine Inch Nails." I countered.
"Yeah, we should be more original... Charles Ulrich Farley Napier..." Jack held out his hands as if presenting the name on a banner, and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Seriously? You want your son to be Chuck U. Farley Napier?"
"You caught that, huh?" He grinned and flopped down on the bed.
"Why can’t we just name him after you?" Jack scrunched his nose and curled his lip.
"Why don’t we name him after you? That’s just... boring. Hey, what about Jason? You know, ‘cause Friday the thirteenth?"
"Technically, the doctor said we conceived on the fourteenth." I reminded him.
"Well, at least we have awhile to think... are you hungry? I bet you are." He teased me.
"Actually, I need to go to the bathroom."
"Ah, your other favorite past time."
"Ha, ha." I replied sarcastically as I dashed to the toilet.
When I came back to my room Jack was looking at the stack of VCR tapes piled next to the TV/VCR combo my parents had got me for making the honor roll all year. "We are definitely taking this TV." Jack said.
"I’m going down to the kitchen. What do you want?"
"You, naked and bouncing on my cock." He cackled at my reaction. "Okay, okay, how about a Fruitopia and some pizza rolls. We can save the bouncing for afterward." He winked at me. Truth be told, I liked the idea.
"Let’s start with the pizza rolls. Try to keep it down. Conseula is still here."
"The new maid?"
"Yeah, the one who can’t be bribed. Thank God she has Mondays off." I told him and headed for the kitchen.
I was glad to find I was alone in the kitchen. Conseula was the scariest maid we’d had yet. She was about fifty years old, maybe five feet tall and built squat. She didn’t have any obvious deformity like a fake eye or a mustache like the others had. Hers was an all over kind of ugliness. I nuked the pizza rolls and nibbled on an apple from the fruit bowl while I waited for them to cook. It didn’t take long. I took the plate out of the microwave and left it on the counter to cool off while I got the bottles of Fruitopia fruit juice from the fridge. I had a Raspberry Psychic Lemonade for Jack, and a bottle of The Grape Beyond for myself, and I cradled the glass bottles in one arm and turned to get the pizza rolls with the other. "You’re getting fat. You eat too much." Conseula seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Shit! Where did you come from?" I glared.
"Your mother don’t notice all the food missing."
"Fuck off, Conseula. It’s my house. I’ll eat what I damn well please." I picked up the plate and prepared to leave.
"It’s the boy. The tall one with the funny colored hair. You’re feeding him. I see him sneak around."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." I kept walking away, but she kept following.
"Then why you have two bottles?"
"One for now, one for later. Go dust something why don’t you?" I snarled at her.
"I tell your parents. I bet they just love boy with green hair (Jack had tinted his locks a lime green color recently)." She smirked.
"Listen up, you little pygmy bitch, if you say anything to my parents you’ll regret it. My mother goes through maids like normal people go through underwear. Maybe I’ll tell her I caught you going through her jewelry. Maybe I’ll say I caught you snooping in Father’s office. Who do you think they’d side with?" I threatened her. She finally quit following me.
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After Scarlet had told him how the new maid threatened to go to her parents Jack had wanted to kill her right then and there. Scarlet had talked him out of it. She’d been smart about it. Now was not the time for another body to show up. They were almost done with the Palisades for good, and he didn’t want to jeopardize their escape. Just as insurance he’d dug through the jewelry chest in Scarlet’s mother’s dressing room. It had been easy to pick the lock. He took a handful of expensive pieces, and while Conseula was at church on Sunday he broke into her quarters and hid them. She hadn’t bothered Scarlet since the night before, but Jack wasn’t taking any changes.
Early on Monday morning Scarlet’s parents had left by limo for the airport. It was another thirty minutes before Conseula left. Mondays, her day off, she spent at her daughter’s house. Scarlet was waiting for him. She’d packed a trunk and various bags, and it took him a half hour to carry them all down and stuff them into the Jeeplette. While he busied himself wedging the heavy 19" TV/VCR into the back of the Jeeplette Scarlet was getting into the safe in her father’s office. He kept about ten grand in cash on hand, and all of Scarlet’s papers were in there, too. They’d be living under fake names, but she still wanted her birth certificate and social security card. It was supposed to rain, so Jack snapped the roof onto the Jeeplette. He was fitting the hard top into place when Scarlet came out carrying a leather patchwork backpack filled with cash. She was wearing another one of the shapeless dresses that hid her growing belly so well. This one was white and flecked with tiny green-stemmed purple flowers. A gust of wind plastered the dress against her boobs and belly and billowed her hair out like a red flag of warning. He should have heard the car coming up the long driveway, but he was mesmerized by the sight of her. "What the hell is going on here?" Scarlet’s father demanded.
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