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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 ~~~~~
Gotham City bustled with the Friday nightlife, and Jack and I were a part of it. I was completely lost in the maze of streets, but Jack seemed to know the city intimately. He held my hand clasped tightly in his as we moved up one street and across another at a dizzying pace. The farther we got from Merchants Square the darker it got. At first we moved through a quiet residential area piled high with brownstones. I thought it must be exciting to live in the actual city, but I would never live in a boring brownstone. Jack suddenly stopped so quickly I barreled into his back. "Jack!"
"Shh!" He shushed me with a finger to his lips. He pulled me into a walkway between two brownstones where garbage cans were kept.
"What’s wrong?" I asked in a hushed tone as he peeked around the corner back into the street. He was breathing heavily, excitedly. He pulled me against his side so I could see the man getting out of a Mercedes Benz. The guy was old, probably in his late thirties, and he carried a bottle of wine.
"How would you like some wine, Scarlet? What’s a celebration without spirits?" Jack winked at me. He’d drawn something out of his coat pocket, and, clutching my hand again, he pulled me out onto the street. The man was ignoring us as he fumbled with the wine, flowers, a box of candy and his car keys. At a leisurely stroll, Jack led me down the center of the street. He was tossing whatever it was he’d taken out of his coat pocket up into the air and catching it again. As we neared the car, he caught the thing again, and with a snapping sound I realized it was a switchblade. Jack’s arm struck out like a snake and pierced the Benz’ front tire. It immediately began to deflate with a hissing sound that made Jack giggle. The man turned abruptly, dropping the box and flowers but somehow retaining his grip on the bottle.
"Hey! What the hell do you punks think you’re doing?" He asked, angrily.
"Just enjoying an evening stroll... but we were missing something... spirits." Jack explained, letting go of me and stalking forward to trap the guy against the side of his car. Jack held the knife up to the man’s throat, and I couldn’t breathe. Part of my brain was screaming this was wrong. Another part refused to believe Jack was capable of hurting someone. A third, baser, part of me felt a throb of desire pulse low in my belly. To see Jack overpower some snobby yuppy made my blood sing.
"Take it! Take it, just don’t hurt me!" The now sniveling man pleaded.
"Oh, I intended on taking it. Scarlet, be a dear and take the bottle." Jack instructed. My excitement grew at being included in the fun. I snatched the bottle with a smirk on my face.
"Thank you." I said in a sweet voice.
"Aww, she’s got such good manners, don’t you think? I think she deserves the flowers and candy, too."
"Take them please, just take them." The man said in a desperate gasp.
"We will." Jack said, and with a sudden motion he pulled the blade away from the man’s throat. "Pick them up. Give them to Scarlet." Jack instructed. I laughed as the man crawled in the street to retrieve the box and flowers. He walked on his knees and offered them up to me. I patted him on his head, and he flinched.
"Don’t worry. I’m not the one with the knife." I giggled and took the proffered items. I saw the look in his eyes change, but I didn’t have the time to process what it meant before he launched himself at my knees. With an ‘oof’ I hit the asphalt. The flowers fell across my chest and neck, and the wine bottle shattered in my hand. The guy had his hands wrapped around my throat, but not for long. Jack was behind him, pulling him off of me by his hair. The guy released me and turned to attack Jack, but Jack was too quick, too strong. I barely saw Jack’s hand move before I saw the man’s neck smile at me. His hot blood splashed my lower legs, and all I could do was watch. Jack shoved him to the side as he spluttered and wheezed trying to hold his throat together, and I just watched. Without a word, but a huge grin, Jack pulled me up by my hand, and we were running.
We kept running for so long the cold night air was burning my lungs. We ran through the brownstones, and the streets became darker, dirtier and filled with potholes. We crossed a short bridge into an even grimier neighborhood, and I couldn’t take anymore. "Jack... wait, I can’t..." I panted, pulling him to a stop. He turned to me, started to look at me, but then noticed a car coming toward us. He literally swept me off my feet and carried me into the shadows of an alley.
"Did he hurt you?" Jack asked me in a hushed voice. He had me backed against the brick wall of an empty burned out shell of a building. A solitary street light shined through the building’s skeleton, casting odd shadows on Jack’s face. I could see his nose and mouth, but his chin and eyes were hidden in shadow.
"I don’t think so... the bottle broke." I replied, still panting, and lifted my hand. Jack lifted my hand into the light, and he chuckled. I was still gripping the neck of the bottle.
"Good, you didn’t leave any fingerprints behind." He grinned.
"I touched the box..." I started, but Jack pulled the box out of his coat. "How did...?" I’d been so busy running I’d not noticed him grab it.
"I’m just tricky like that. Did you get blood on you?" He questioned.
"Just my legs. My boots will wash off, but my tights are ruined I think." I frowned. Jack knelt in front of me, and that throbbing desire returned. His hand slid up my legs and under my dress. "Jack?" I said in a trembling whisper. His fingers found the waistband of my tights and began tugging them down.
"We need to get rid of whatever we can as quickly as we can." He explained. My panties came with the tights as he pulled them down past my knees. I wanted to speak, to tell him I could remove the tights myself, but my lips wouldn’t work. It was everything I could do just to keep breathing. When he had the tights pulled down to where they met the tops of my boots he pulled the switchblade out again. The ‘snikt’ sound the blade made as it came out the front made me shiver. He pierced the material with it, and I could feel his breath on my cold bare legs. My eyes fluttered closed, and I leaned my shoulders back into the bricks as he worked. The sound of the fabric ripping made me even wetter. I arched with wanting, my hips jutted forward to give him better access as he done away with the tights.
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His blood felt like flaming gasoline pumping through his veins. The power he’d had over the yuppy had been heady, and the feel of his Cupid OTF blade splitting the skin of the man’s gullet was downright intoxicating. The run through Downtown and into The Narrows had kept his blood laced with adrenaline, but he was drunk now. Drunk with lust, and she was, too. The streetlight silhouetted her voluptuous frame, and, knelt before her, he could smell her arousal. He’d tried to just cut away the blood soaked tights without paying attention to the body wearing them, but he couldn’t do it. He crammed the bloody material and the knife into his coat pocket, and he couldn’t stop his hands from traveling back up her smooth legs. Her skin felt icy. "Are you cold?" He asked in a lust thickened voice.
"I’m burning up." She panted, and he couldn’t take it any longer. He slammed her fully into the brick wall and mashed his mouth onto hers. She moaned and reached her arms around his waist. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked it. Her hands slid under his shirt, and her long fingernails scored his back. He slid a hand under her dress, revealing her bare pussy to the night air. His fingers were cold from the night air, but, when he dipped them inside her, she was so hot his fingers ached. She shuddered in his embrace as he worked his fingers in and out of her, and his dick throbbed in anticipation. He ravaged her mouth now, and her fingers clawed at the button of his pants. Impatiently, he shoved her hands away and nearly tore his pants open. She tried to reach for his cock, but he wouldn’t let her. If she touched him he’d come all over her hand. Instead, she clasped his shoulder and head, and he sank his liberated dick into her. She screamed into his mouth, bunching a handful of his hair in her fist, and he pumped into her. Not breaking the kiss or contact with her, he lifted her legs off the ground. She took the hint, looping her legs around his waist, and he pounded into her even harder. She was vibrating all over, and, finally, he felt her inner muscles contract around his cock, squeezing his orgasm out. He buried his face into her neck as he flooded her with his release. Cherries... she always smelled like cherries. He bit into the tender flesh of her neck, and she moaned, spasming in his arms as another orgasm rocked her.
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It was too much and not nearly enough. Could it ever be enough? I was suffocating from my need for him even though my previously virgin body thrummed with exhaustion. Jack still held me against the wall with his face buried in my neck. He wheezed into the crook of my neck, and I tried to imprint this moment on my brain for all eternity. I wanted to tell him I loved him, I would do anything for him, but I was scared. What if I scared him off? So I held my tongue, and I held onto him.
The sound of voices in the burnt carcass of a building caught Jack’s attention. "We should get moving, Scarlet. Arkham isn’t far now." He said, caressing my cheek and letting my legs slide down to the ground. Tenderly, he smoothed my dress down. "You want my coat? It’s longer than yours. It’ll keep your legs warmer." He offered.
"What would you wear? My leather’s too small for you." I said, not able to keep from running my hand over his chest.
"I can handle the cold." He said, clasping my hand.
"So can I." I grinned.
"Tough chick." He smirked.
"Only on the outside." I laughed as he led me back out onto the street.
"Yeah, well, you felt pretty soft to me." He said, almost under his breath. He pulled me closer to his side, and as we passed an empty lot we saw a few bums huddled around a flaming barrel. Jack led us over to it, and without a word the bums moved aside to let us in.
"Awful cold for May." One of the men mumbled.
"That it is." Jack said, tossing the balled up tights into the flames.
"Dis ain’t ‘xactly da safest place to bring yer girlie, brudda." The other man warned.
"She’s tougher than she looks, but thanks for the warning. Here, have a bottle on us." Jack said, handing the man a twenty. Casually, he drew me back from the fire and back to the street.
"Is he the first person you’ve ever...?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
"He was going to kill you." Jack said, almost trying to defend himself.
"I won’t ever tell. I promise." I told him, giving him a reassuring smile. He smoothed a hand over my hair and pulled me closer. We walked in silence a few more minutes before he spoke.
"Was I your first?" He asked me. I felt my cheeks flush.
"Yes." I answered, not sure of what else to add to it. He didn’t know what to say either. I think it was the first time I’d ever seen him speechless.
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