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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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~~~~~ 2009 ~~~~~
The look of pure terror on Dr. Winthrop’s face sent Jack reeling with laughter. "It’s like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one!" He hooted.
"I figured you’d have a few things to discuss with the doctor." I smirked and sat back to watch Jack go to work.
"Was he always this good?" Gob asked me, chewing on the last pizza crust.
"He’s probably more creative now." I replied watching him taunt the old man.
"Do I smell gasoline?" Jack called out. I’d had Leon get Winthrop and the four large containers of gasoline from the storage shed. I’d bought the gas to torch the boosted cars, but we’d only brought one of them back.
"Save a couple to torch the Cherokee." I said. Leon handed Jack one of the containers. Jack began to liberally douse the doctor’s lower half. Winthrop, who was bound and laying on the ground, wiggled like a worm, and Jack laughed again.
"Whatsa matter, Doc? This is a new form of therapy... pyrotherapy. I thought you liked experimental procedures." Winthrop viciously wagged his head back and forth.
"No! No!" He squealed around the gag in his mouth.
"Sure you do! You did all kinds of procedures on me. I should know. I was there..." The doctor continued shaking his head no. "... LIAR!" Jack dropped a hastily lit match directly onto the doctor’s crotch. The gasoline soaked wool of his slacks ignited with a whoosh that traveled down both legs. "Liar, liar, pants on fire!" Jack danced around the doctor’s flaming form, and Gob laughed so hard he shot Red Bull through his nose. Even Leon snickered. I would have laughed harder if I hadn’t been thinking of what kind of experiments he’d done on Jack. Winthrop was getting no less than he deserved. The doctor’s howls were getting hysterical, and I figured he’d pass out soon. He did. The gasoline burned out fairly quickly, although I’m sure it felt like an eternity to Winthrop. "You know, that Red Bull’s like beer. You only borrow it." Jack said, opening his fly. I watched him fumble his dick out of his pants, and I knew what he was going to do. He aimed his stream straight into the doctor’s face, and Winthrop sputtered awake.
"Boss is like watching a dirty version of Bugs Bunny cartoons." Gob shook his head appreciatively. I liked the adoration I saw in his eyes, though some vestigial of a motherly instinct worried about what kind of monster Gob would grow up to be.
"He always liked cartoons. Especially Wile E. Coyote and the Roadrunner." I recalled.
"Meep, meep, motherfucker." Gob joked, and this time I laughed so hard I spit out my Diet Dr. Pepper. Jack immediately glared at us.
"Are you laughing at me?" He demanded in a growl. I felt Gob freeze like a frightened rabbit. I didn’t spook nearly as easily.
"Absolutely." I admitted. He unleashed his feral grin.
"Well, then... thank you." He gave us a showy bow. Gob relaxed a little. "Gob, have I ever shown you how to cut off an ear?"
"No, Boss."
"Come on over." Jack motioned for him. "There’s a certain trick to it. You want to do it just right. I mean, you only get two chances per victim." He explained. I watched as the two of them crouched over Winthrop, and it gave me an odd tingle. If our son had lived he’d have been about Gob’s age, give or take some months. My due date had been February 4, 1995. I’d have to ask Gob what his birthday was.
Leon sidled up to me with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Happy Halloween, Boss Lady." He held his beer can out for a toast. I clicked my soda can on it.
"Cheers."
"We all done here ‘cept torching this heap." He patted the Cherokee.
"Yeah, I can take care of it. You got someplace to be?"
"I’m supposed to meet up with a shorty from the club." The grin on his face told me what his plans were.
"I suppose you want the rest of your pay then." I walked over to the Prius. I popped the trunk and dug out the duffle with the cash in it. I handed him a stack of bills as Dr. Winthrop whimpered and moaned behind us. "Have fun with your lady friend, Leon."
"Leon, are you leaving us?" Jack called out.
"Yeah, Boss. Unless you need me." The crack of a bullet echoed through the clearing, and I didn’t even realize what it was at first. Leon dropped to his knees and stopped. I walked around to face him, but he wasn’t there anymore. His hands twitched and a line of blood slid down the bridge of his nose from the bullet hole in his forehead. His hands stilled and a last breath rattled out of his chest. I waited for him to fall forward or back, but his body remained frozen on its knees.
"Okay, that’s just some creepy shit." I sidled over to Jack’s side.
"Still scared of zombies, Scarlet? It is the right time for it. That supernatural veil is at its thinnest right now." He goaded me.
"Why did you kill him, Boss?" Gob’s voice cracked a little.
"Why do you care?" Jack shot him a sideways glance.
"If he did something wrong I don’t want to make the same mistake. I want to be your perfect right hand man." Gob explained.
"Spot’s already taken... well, Scarlet is my right hand woman. I suppose I could use a left hand man... Leon was good, but he was greedy. He left me to rot in Arkham. He had other priorities. You found a way to help, you weren’t greedy about it. You get promoted." Jack explained.
"What are we gonna do with Leon?" I asked, still unable to take my eyes from the unnerving corpse.
"Same thing we’ll do with the good doctor." All three of us looked at Winthrop. His head looked like a denuded Mr. Potato Head. Jack and Gob had cut off both ears, gouged out both eyes, sliced off his nose and scalped him. They’d hacked out his tongue and slivered off his lips somehow. Incredibly, his chest still rose and fell rhythmically.
"Yuck." I scrunched my nose. Jack unloaded his clip in the doctor’s chest.
"That’s all, folks." He playfully stuttered.
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Jack and Gob had hauled Winthrop’s body into the back of the Cherokee, but Scarlet had to help them with Leon’s creepy corpse. Gob had cleared the Cherokee and Leon’s SUV of anything useful, and Scarlet had tossed the disposable cell phone and the laptop into the Cherokee along with his Arkham garb. They placed a five gallon container of gas in the front seat of each vehicle and used the other two to douse them. Scarlet started her little toy car Prius and pointed it toward the driveway. He and Gob each lit a vehicle and dashed for the Prius. Scarlet floored it, and when they squeezed past the tree in the middle of the driveway one of the vehicles blew up. He leaned out the window of the car, letting the gasoline laced air blow through his sweaty hair. The electric engine of the Prius buzzed as it coasted out onto the road. He slid back into the passenger’s seat. ‘The Killing Moon’ by Echo & The Bunnymen played on the stereo. "Depressing music in a toy car? Really, Scarlet. I expected better of you." He clicked his tongue.
"Wait ‘til you hear about what I’ve been doing the past fifteen years." She pouted.
"Did you become yuppy scum?"
"Sort of." She actually blushed.
"Don’t fret, beautiful. I know the truth. It’s all just a mask, like this..." He indicated his makeup, "... you’re really just like me. Ahead of the curve. Still, we need to get rid of this car and put on something good for God’s sake!" He pushed a button to eject the CD and flung it out the window.
"Hey!" Scarlet complained.
"Is for horses, oats is for goats... Gob, bring Scarlet into the twenty-first century." He instructed. The kid wormed his skinny body between him and Scarlet. He used a cord to hook his mp3 player to the car’s stereo and settled back into the backseat. A song started, and the Joker watched Scarlet listen to it. She’d always loved music. In the intermittent glow of the street lights she looked seventeen again.
"This isn’t bad. Who is it?" She asked.
"It’s called ‘The Death of Love’ by Cradle of Filth." Gob educated her.
"Hey, look, Gob! Right there is where I killed for the first time. Nobody fucks with my Scarlet." He reached out to stroke her alabaster thigh, and she gave him a sexy smile.
"Really? You were there for it? What happened?" Gob peppered her with questions.
"Maybe we’ll talk about it later. We’re here." She announced, pulling the car into the alley between the two sets of brownstones.
"A brownstone? Seriously?" He raised his brows at her.
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I’d been a little paranoid about sneaking Jack into the house, but most my neighbors were either asleep or still out at one in the morning on a Friday night. We trudged through the back door into the kitchen. "Are you guys still hungry?" I asked, slipping Jack’s overcoat off and hanging it on a hook.
"I want to wash the stink of Arkham off me before I do anything else." Jack curled his lip into a grimace.
"I have a room set up for you upstairs. There’s some clothes and a bathroom."
"You got Pop Tarts or anything?" Gob asked.
"Yeah, help yourself to anything. The TV’s in there, and there’s a computer with games on it if you get bored. Let me get you a pillow and blankets..." I hurried off to a linen closet and brought back the stuff. "There’s another shower right under the stairs. Do you have clean clothes?"
"Gob can fend for himself, Scarlet. I can use a little assistance." Jack actually looked a little jealous. "Unless we yell for you, keep your scrawny ass down here, Gob. Got it?"
"Absolutely, Boss. Thanks." Gob was actually blushing.
"There’s clean towels...oh!" Jack suddenly snatched me by the thighs and hoisted me over his shoulder. "Jack!"
"Quit struggling or I’ll drop you down the stairs. See how pretty these legs are wrapped up in casts." He threatened as he carried me up the staircase. I went limp. "Which door?"
"End of the hall toward the back of the house." I replied. The door already stood open, so he carried me in and plopped me down on the sink counter. "I bought the shampoo and deodorant you used to use. I’ve got some clothes for you, too. There’s t-shirts, a sweatshirt, sweatpants, jeans, boxers, socks, a pair of sneak..." He cut off my rambling with a kiss. My head smacked into the medicine chest mirror, and I heard the glass crack. I gasped, and he bit my lower lip.
"You talk too much, Scarlet." He complained as he shed his suit jacket.
"I didn’t know if you’d still want me." I admitted.
"I may have forgotten you, but I never stopped wanting you, beautiful." He peeled out of the vest, and I slid his suspenders down his shoulders. He loosened his tie while I worked on his shirt buttons. Each item of clothing that hit the floor clattered with a concealed knife. When he stood before me in just his trousers, he pulled a blade from his back pocket. He twirled it theatrically. "Time to say goodbye to the past, Scarlet." For a fleeting second I thought he was going to kill me. He grabbed the collar of my dress and pulled me forward. I held my breath as the blade bit into the crushed velvet and tore downward. He laid the rent dress open, exposing the red lace bra and panties I wore beneath it. "Nice. They match your boots." He snickered.
"I know." I’d done it purposefully. I hadn’t been sure he’d want me, but I’d been hopeful.
"If you wanna keep ‘em, get ‘em off now." He gave me fair warning. I quickly loosened the bra, but I struggled with the panties. "Too late." He grabbed hold of them and jerked. My ass slid on the counter, bringing me closer to him, and I couldn’t suppress a giggle. His knife sliced the panties to ribbons, and he licked my earlobe. "Your laughter has always made my balls tingle." He revealed and nipped my ear. I snaked my hand into his pants and massaged his balls. I was very nearly breathless with anticipation. I’d never even dated after being with Jack, much less slept with anyone. His mouth sucked at my neck and shoulder, and he hummed as I squeezed first one testicle and then the other. His greasepaint slicked cheeks rubbed against my chest, and he bit my nipple with his sharp teeth.
"Ooh!" I sucked in a surprised gasp. He soothed the bite by sucking on it, and I shuddered with an unexpected orgasm. Jack looked up from my boobs.
"Scarlet, did you just..."
"I’m a little worked up. It’s been a really long time, Jack. I haven’t been with anyone but you." I confided. His eyebrows shot up. He slid his hand between my thighs, and he buried his finger between my dripping lower lips. "Oh, God, Jack!" I panted.
"Well, you haven’t dried up from years of neglect." He giggled and sucked my juices from his finger. "Just as sweet as ever, beautiful." I kissed him and could taste it, too. I pulled my hand from his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his still slim hips. I stroked his shaft, and, though it was already stiff, it stiffened even more.
"Please, Jack, please..." I moaned, too aroused to be embarrassed by my neediness.
"Don’t worry, Scarlet, it’s like riding a bike." He chuckled huskily and dragged my hips forward. He teased me with the head of his cock, rubbing it against my clit. I reached to pull him fully inside of me, but he smacked my hand away. "Patience!" He scolded me, but I could see in his eyes just how much he liked me wanting him. "That’s the problem with girlfriends. So needy!" He probed at my opening. I stroked his bare chest with my fingertips, moving over the lump of scars above where his heart thumped hard. He shoved into me so hard and fast our bellies slapped and I cried out. It was almost like losing my virginity again to have those unused muscles shunted back into active duty so quickly. Once he was inside me he didn’t slow down either. His hips moved brutally fast, and it was all I could do to hold on to him. I locked my ankles around the small of his back, bit it didn’t impede his speed. He only staggered to a slower pace as he came. I felt his come filling me to overflowing, and he grunted with a few last thrusts. "Uh... uh... uhn... damn, Scarlet that was over too soon." He panted as he pulled out of me.
"Guess we’re not exactly teenagers anymore." I sighed and scooted off the sink. He’d fished a pack of Camel Lights from his pants pocket and lit one. He sat on the lip of the tub and looked me over.
"I’m not an old man yet, beautiful. That was just round one." He said with the cigarette pinched between his lips as he adjusted the water flow. He climbed into the rising bathwater, and I knelt beside the tub. I handed him a washcloth and a jar of face cream to wash off the makeup. "Aren’t you getting in?" He asked me, letting his cigarette ashes fall in the water.
"If I get in the tub I’ll fall asleep. I don’t remember the last time I slept, and I just feel raw all over." I yawned.
"So fall asleep. I won’t let you drown." He told me. He slid forward and offered me his hand.
"Let me get these boots off." I finally agreed.
I was glad I did. He let me groom him, washing his hair and wiping away all the greasepaint. For the first time in fifteen years I felt like everything would be okay. It didn’t matter what happened to me as long as I had Jack with me. We moved from the bathtub to the spare room, and Jack laughed at me again. "It’s not exact, but I hoped it would help you remember." I explained. He picked up the purple, green and gold stuffed clown and tossed it back down. "There’s clothes in the dresser. I’m going to grab a nightgown from my room."
"You won’t be needing it." He said matter of factly. My belly tingled with the promise of more sex. He threw back the purple and green comforter and got into bed, but not before stashing the gun and a variety of knives within easy reach. "Lock the door and get over here." He instructed.
Before I could settle into the bed, Jack had me flat on my back. He kissed me chastely, but continued kissing down to my neck, my clavicles, between my breasts and down my stomach to my abdomen. I ran my fingers through his hair and held onto his shoulders as he rubbed his face along my inner thighs. The lumpiness of the scars felt smooth against my skin, and his hot breath broke me out in goosebumps. When his tongue pushed against my lower lips my back automatically arched. He cupped my ass in his hands and wormed his tongue against my entrance. My legs twitched, and he moved them to rest over his shoulders to lay flat against his back. He pushed in and out of me with his tongue, and I curled my toes into the flesh of his back. "Fuck!" I strangled out when his teeth grazed my clit. I puffed out little gasps of breath as Jack assaulted me with his mouth, teeth and tongue. It hadn’t taken much to wring an orgasm out of me, but Jack wasn’t satisfied until I was a vibrating heap of spent nerve endings. Only then did he crawl up my body and push back inside of me. He moved at a more leisurely pace this time, and I wasn’t able to stop the tears from flowing. That this beautiful man, so battered by life, still had such tenderness in him overwhelmed me.
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He could smell eggs frying. Real eggs, not the nasty powdered kind. There was bacon and coffee, too. When he opened his eyes he thought for a second it was 1994 again. No, it was Halloween 2009, and Scarlet was making her killer scrambled eggs. He went straight to the bathroom and dressed in his discarded clothes after he’d taken a piss. He followed the aroma of breakfast down the stairs to the kitchen. Gob sat at the table putting heaping forkfuls of eggs into his mouth. "After we’re done here I’d like to take you for some new clothes and whatever else you need." Scarlet said to the kid. She refilled his glass of milk, and her hand patted his shoulder affectionately.
"That would be awesome." Gob replied, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
"Oh, here, use a napkin." She said in a decidedly motherly way. Out of the haze of his memories one particular day surfaced. How could he have not remembered sooner? Scarlet was a mother, and he’d been a father... almost...
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