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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~~~~~
Arkham Asylum just kind of crept up on you. Jack and I wove our way through The Narrows with surprisingly no problems. One grubby looking guy started to approach us, but Jack simply glared at him. We may have only been kids, but Jack was so tall he dwarfed the older man. I don’t even think it was Jack’s height that was so intimidating. His eyes looked feral tonight. I’d never seen him look so... dangerous seemed too tame a word. Deadly wasn’t descriptive enough. Tonight, Jack Napier was more than Jack Napier. It frustrated me to not have the words to describe him, but more than anything I was happy to be by his side tonight. "Have you ever heard the story of Amadeus Arkham?" Jack asked me in an eerie and hushed voice as we navigated The Narrows.
"Sounds like a phony name." I smirked.
"But it isn’t. Dr. Amadeus Arkham turned his ancestral home into a hospital for the criminally insane. It used to be called Mercey House... back when The Narrows was Mercey Island." Jack said, pulling me in with his words. He looked as if he were seeing The Narrows through the eyes of Amadeus Arkham. "His first patient was a serial killer."
"If you’re trying to scare me, it isn’t working." I told him, even though he was kind of creeping me out.
"Do you know who the killer’s last victims were?" Jack asked.
"I don’t know, Amadeus Arkham?"
"Well... kind of. You see, the guy wasn’t just a murderer. He was a rapist, and he wasn’t very discriminating about his victims, either. He raped, killed and mutilated the good doctor’s wife and little girl. He even carved his name into the little girl’s dismembered corpse. When Amadeus found his wife and child he snapped, but he did it in a quiet kind of way. He looked and acted sane. He got Arkham open, and his first patient was the guy who’d killed his family. He acted like he was going to administer electroshock therapy, but instead he purposefully electrocuted the man, slowly and painfully. Still, the killer won in the end. Arkham was only able to hold it together for so long. Eventually, he became a patient of his own hospital." Jack told me.
"It sounds made up." I smirked.
"It’s not. You can look up the old newspaper accounts at the library." Jack insisted.
"You actually looked this up at the library?" I asked him.
"I told you, I’ve been planning our Friday the thirteenth celebration for awhile now. I studied maps and blueprints of Arkham even. It’s all at the library in Downtown. You know Arkham has been an asylum since 1897? You know how many people have died there? Amadeus Arkham wasn’t the only doctor to lose it. Some doctor’s have even experimented on the patients. They put people with tuberculosis there, too. There’s been like 13,000 recorded deaths at Arkham." Jack said, causing me to shiver all over. "What’s the matter? Someone walk over your grave?" He snickered. I shot him an annoyed look.
"Where in the hell did they put all those bodies?" I questioned.
"Right under our feet." He said, stomping the ground with his foot.
"What?"
"They buried them willy nilly all around the grounds. Do you think they actually marked the graves? The immigrants pouring into The Narrows didn’t even realize they were building their hovels right on top of the dead." Jack explained, a wide grin on his face. He knew he was scaring me, even if I wouldn’t admit it. He led me around one last corner, and suddenly the goliath of a building was before us. I jumped, and Jack cackled at me. I punched his shoulder, but moved closer to him all the same. Without a word he slid his arm around my waist. We just stared up at the gargantuan asylum. I counted four rows of windows, and then another row of dormer windows set into the roof. I counted seventeen windows across.
"Why aren’t the windows barred?" I asked, feeling uneasy.
"They are. Arkham had the bars worked in to look more natural. He didn’t want it to feel like a prison."
"It must be easy to break out of." I guessed as Jack led me closer to it.
"I’m more concerned with breaking in, actually." He said, pulling me alongside the building’s west wall. There wasn’t even a fence.
"Break in? Jack, are you nuts?" I gasped as he dragged me along to the back of the building. The back of Arkham was completely dark. It looked out on a large field that dropped off into the Gotham River. In the distance I could see the twinkling lights of Midtown.
"Well, if I was nuts I wouldn’t have to break in now, would I?" He grunted as he lowered himself to his knees in front of a basement window.
"Why, exactly, do you want to get inside Arkham?" I asked in a hushed voice and looked around to see if anyone was around. We were completely alone.
"Why not? Maybe we’ll let some of the loons loose." He giggled.
"And what if they try to rape me and murder us?" I asked, incredulous. Jack was using his knife to try to open the window, but he stopped and looked up to me.
"I won’t let anyone hurt you. You know that." He told me and then went back to working on the window.
"I’m serious, Jack. We should go. I don’t like it here." I shivered as the wind blew.
"Why so serious? Scarlet, you need to relax, enjoy yourself." He told me, and with another grunt, I heard the window pop open. I looked down, and he was tilting the window inward. "Ha! I knew it." He grinned and laid down on his belly to shimmy feet first through the window. He had a harder time getting his big feet through the narrow opening than he did sliding the rest of his skinny frame through. I heard him hit the floor with an ‘oof,’ and then a sepia light bathed the room.
"Jack!" I called out, afraid he’d been caught.
"Hold on, Scarlet... ‘kay, slide on in. I’ll catch you." He instructed.
"I’m not crawling around in the dirt!"
"Would you rather be alone out there? You know that field’s probably riddled with bodies..."
"Fine." I grumbled and followed his lead. As I slid my legs through the window, Jack’s hands guided me. I realized my dress was probably going to hike up, and, without my panties, my bare backside was going to be right in Jack’s face. I stopped moving, determined to crawl back out, but Jack wasn’t having it.
"Come on already, Scarlet." He grumbled and tugged on my legs. I slid through the window and right against Jack’s body. As I’d predicted my dress rode up, but my leather jacket kept it from going clear up my back. Still, Jack held me pressed tightly against his chest with my dress bunched up and my bare ass against his thighs. His hot breath fell on my ear, and I could feel his heart thumping wildly. His hands moved from my thighs up under my dress. One moved to cup my lower lips, and the other moved up over my dress to clutch my breast.
"Oh, Jack..." I sighed, my knees nearly buckling. His lips came down on the side of my neck, and he sucked the sensitive skin there. He hummed and began rubbing his fingers between my lower lips. I gasped and grabbed at his hand, but he wasn’t going to let me stop him. "Jack..."
"Shh!" He snapped, and it was almost as if he wasn’t Jack anymore. Lust was taking him over, and it kind of scared me. Mostly it just excited me. He pulled me away from the wall, and he roughly pushed me down on a metal desk top. I barely had a second to realize we were in some kind of records room. Jack shoved my hands away as I tried to push myself up. "Stay still... hold the desk." He instructed in a desire laden voice. I did as he told me, and I felt his hands flipping my dress up to expose me. "You’ve been teasing me for so long, Scarlet. A man can only take so much." He said, his hand sliding under me to stroke my lower lips again. I heard his zipper, and it sent a jag of anticipation zinging through me. His free hand glided over my ass, and I felt the head of his cock nudging at my already wet opening. I was still tight, and it took a little effort for him to fully enter me. He sighed when he did. "Uhn... it must be the full moon tonight, Scarlet... mmm... I just can’t resist you tonight." He groaned. His hand moved from my ass up the small of my back and into my hair. I whimpered when he tugged it painfully, jerking my head back as he leaned on top of my body. He inhaled the scent of my hair, then shoved me down flatter against the desktop. He was getting rougher with me, pounding harder into me and pinching my clit instead of rubbing it. "I’ve tried so HARD!" He grunted as he punctuated the word with a particularly brutal thrust into me. "You’re my best friend, SCARLET!" A brutal thrust and tug of my hair. "We shouldn’t be doing THIS!" He shuddered and pulled me up as he leaned down. He hooked his arm across my collar bone and buried his face into my hair and the back of my neck. His hips were moving rapidly, fluidly and so were his words. "We shouldn’t... shouldn’t be... doing... oh,... uhn... uh... Uh! Scarlet... Baby!" He whined and started to come. The feel of him coming triggered my own blunt orgasm, and it, in turn, prolonged his climax. For a moment he held me to him as his dick softened and slipped out of me. I wanted him to just hold me forever. I didn’t even care if we were in the basement of Arkham Asylum. He was feeling guilty, though I couldn’t understand why. He didn’t want to tell me, either.
After too short a time he released me and pulled away from me. I pulled my dress back down and turned to sit on the desktop. I just didn’t know what to say to him. I’d say anything if he’d just smile or act like himself again. Slowly, he moved over to a file cabinet and opened it.
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He couldn’t believe he’d given in again. He knew if he couldn’t control his lust he was going to destroy their friendship. She already looked like a ghost of herself as she perched on the edge of the metal desk. He blindly flipped through old folders and snuck peripheral peeks at her. She looked deep in thought. Probably realizing what a loser he was. Probably contemplating running straight to the police. An icy shard of panic stabbed him at that thought. What the fuck was wrong with him? Suddenly, Becca was beside him. She shoved the file cabinet shut and ducked under his arm. She now stood between his arms with her back to the file cabinet. God, she was enough to drive him mad. He gritted his teeth and turned his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to move away from her. "Jack?" She said, gently turning his face back toward her. "Jack..."
"Becca... please..." His jaw vibrated with the tension.
"It’s okay, Jack. I promise you, tonight will not change our friendship. I will always be your best friend, no matter what. I’ll never leave you, and if you leave, I’ll follow you. Starting tomorrow we’ll just be friends again. Best friends. But tonight... tonight we’ll be whatever we want." She said, and the look in her eyes... her cherry brown eyes... was wild.
"Let’s get the fuck out of Arkham." He rasped.
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