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Trouble in Paradise	By : demonsangel Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter One
- 2-Chapter Two
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      Just wanted to say thanks W.D. Lady for the title! *hugs* And thanks to my editor for putting up with me. Hope you enjoy! I will add more tags as needed.

          Three A.M. Three fucking A.M., and someone was banging insistently on her door. Growling, Rae glared at the clock on her nightstand for a few minutes before finally rolling out of bed, leaving its warm sheets and soft comfort behind. Snatching up her robe she quickly pulled it on before making her way towards the front door.
          “I'm coming, damn it!” she yelled angrily, though the banging never ceased. She had just managed to fall asleep a couple hours ago for what felt like the first time in months.
          The previous day had been spent attending classes, running errands, catching up at work, chores and doing some last minute studying for a finals exam scheduled for noon that same day. That was all Rae's days had been lately: school, work, chores and exams. With a few trips to the gym and dojo thrown in for good measure. There was already barely any time for sleep, and now that she finally had the chance, some asshole thought it a brilliant idea to wake her up.
          “Some guard dog you are,” she muttered as she passed Cujo, laying on the dining room floor, watching his master go by.
          “I swear, someone better be dead or dying or so help me, they are going to wish they were.” She muttered to herself once more.
        Grabbing the doorknob in one hand, she quickly threw back the locks with the other before yanking the door open with a snarl. “What?!”
          Looking back at her with an equally irritated look on his face was her lover Jonathan Crane. “Don’t you have a key?” Rae grumbled, stepping out of the way to let him in.
          “Lost it,” he stated, an edge to his voice.
          “Figures,” Rae muttered before finally noticing the screaming infant in his arms.
          The first thing that ran through Rae's mind was shock, quickly followed by curiosity. Why did Jonathan have a baby? Did he find her? Kidnap? The baby was clearly a girl, what with that mess of blonde hair tied up into messy pigtails and the pink shirt -- and while dirty, she was still too clean for Jonathan to have found her.
          Rae highly doubted he would kidnap a child, let alone a baby; there was no reason. For that matter,they were too young to scare since children scared so easily that there was no challenge or fun to it. Plus, they were clearly no threat to him and were simply too much of an inconvenience.
          The next thought that ran through her mind was betrayal. Had he been seeing someone else and was coming to say goodbye? To let her know he had found someone better and no longer wanted her? Rae had always felt she wasn't good enough for him, that she didn't deserve such a brilliant, wonderful man like Jonathan Crane -- or anyone for that matter – but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside with a quick mental shake of her head.
          No, Jonathan wasn't like that. He wouldn't cheat on her, even if someone else was willing to give him a chance, nor was he the type to go have sex with one of Gotham's Main Street whores either. No, he would just tell her if he wanted out of their relationship, or if he felt she betrayed him somehow, he would just gas her with a possibly fatal dose. Even then, he would have had to wait a while as he routinely gave her an antidote to his latest fear toxin so she could inoculate herself – just in case. This last one wasn't due to wear off for another couple months now.
          After closing and locking the door, Rae quickly followed him into the living area. “Jonathan, who is that? And why do you have a baby with you?” Rae asked over the screams of the still wailing child, all anger forgotten in place of curiosity.
          “My sister,” Jonathan growled, his tense body and harsh tone giving away just how furious he was. “Half-sister, to be exact. Apparently our mother decided she didn't want the responsibility of her anymore and dumped her on me, choosing her precious drugs. Now would you please shut her up?!” he snarled, thrusting the baby towards Rae. “She hasn’t stopped crying since she was forced into my arms!” he shouted.
          Had Jonathan had any less control, Rae was sure he would have shaken the child. As it was, his control was starting to slip. Rae quickly stepped forward and took the child in her arms, holding her close and rocking gently. The wailing infant was clearly distressed; she was filthy, her diaper dirty, probably hungry, obviously terrified and, upon closer inspection, a safety pin holding a note to the front of her shirt was also going through her skin.
          Moving quickly, Rae gently removed the note and pin from the poor girl and checked the wound: it was shallow, only a little blood. Going to the kitchen sink, she filled it with warm water before grabbing a clean dish rag and the bottle of all-in-one baby soap and shampoo she'd kept under the sink for when her godson Jade was too messy to traipse through the house for a bath. As she washed the child, she glared at the note that came with her.
          This is Annabelle. She's your problem now.
          The scrawl was messy, shaky, as if the hand that wrote it couldn't hold still. The paper itself reeked of smoke and chemicals. Chemicals Rae recognized as those being used to make Freedom, the newest craze in cheap street drugs.
          Annabelle's skin and clothing also smelled like the chemicals, like she had recently been exposed to the drug while it was being made. Or smoked. Rae had no doubt that child had been.
          The warm water was doing its job to help soothe the baby as well as clean her. Annabelle's howls soon died down to soft whimpers and sniffles. Rae continued to wash her, changing the water once in order to ensure she was properly clean. The entire time, she said not a word, giving Jonathan a chance to calm down.
          Rae knew about his mother, about how she was an addict while pregnant with him, how he was born out of wedlock and abandoned by her the same day, how his grandmother had wanted him buried alive and forgotten and how his fanatical great grandmother raised him, abusing him every chance she got. Though Rae had witnessed at least part of that.
          He had gone to find his mother once, not long ago. She had gotten remarried. He killed her husband and attempted to kill her too, but Batman had stopped him. Same with his father. He told Rae about that too. Of course, she had been with him for a while by that point and knew he would try it eventually. But he hadn’t mentioned a baby sister.
          Once Rae was sure Annabelle was clean, she wrapped the baby in her robe and headed for the guest room. She didn't have any diapers the right size, so after drying her squirming bundle she made a temporary cloth diaper, making sure to make it several layers thick, even lining it with a pad. She then dressed the little girl in one of Jade's old onesie. She kept a few around since Jade was now expecting a baby brother.
          Satisfied that the babe was now clean and warm, Rae picked her up and returned to the kitchen. “Lets get you a bottle, hm?” she said softly, smiling down at the small child who simply clutched at her shirt and stared back up at her, still whimpering faintly.
          Unlike Jonathan, who had brown hair and pale skin, Annabelle was blonde with a light olive skin tone but they both had the same brilliant blue eyes. Looking her over, Rae decided she couldn't be more then six months old.
          Once in the kitchen, Rae quickly set about making a bottle for Annabelle, who began to suck on it greedily as soon as it was offered to her.
          “So what are you going to do with her?” Rae asked, looking over at Jonathan who was currently bent over a phone book.
          “Drop her off at the nearest orphanage,” he stated calmly, still searching for the address of one.
          Rae was so shocked she nearly dropped the now sleeping baby. “What?!” She shouted, moving over to stand beside him. “You can't be serious! She's just a baby!”
          “I don't want her. She is not my responsibility,” he growled, glaring at her.
          “She's your sister!” Rae yelled.
          “I don't care!” he yelled back, fists clenching at his sides. “No one ever wanted me, why should I want her?!”
           The sharp sound of skin striking skin could be heard through out the room as Rae slapped him for what was the third time since they had known each other. Turning his head back slowly to face Rae, the bright red hand print was already beginning to show on his right cheek. Jonathan re-adjusted his glasses as he met the eyes of the furious woman before him, ignoring the wails that had started up anew from the once more awake child.
          “I will not allow you to send an innocent child to one of those hell holes simply because you want to take your anger over your shitty life out on her!” Rae hissed. “It's not her fault your mother abandoned you, or that your father never knew you even existed, nor is it her fault that old woman abused you or that her mother chose to keep her for a few months. She is your sister, Jonathan Crane, and the only family you really have left. And you should be damn grateful for that.”
          Turning away, Rae resumed the task of trying to calm Annabelle once more, rocking her back to sleep and ignoring the rage coming off of Crane and the slight shake of his body.
          “If you don't want her, I'll take her. I will file a petition for adoption later today.” She said, her voice once more at a normal level, though she was still furious.
          “You can't do that. I wont let you,” he growled, reaching for one of his canisters of fear gas.
          Rae turned and picked up one of the many knives she kept hidden around the house for protection and Jonathan stopped. He knew if he moved toward them, she would throw the blade, hitting his hand to make him drop the canister. She wouldn't seriously hurt him, but she would also not allow him to hurt a child.
          “I can, and will. And you will not stop me,” she said, her voice calm but deadly serious.
          They stood there, glaring at each other for a few minutes before Crane snatched up his briefcase and turned to leave. “Fine,” he spat. “But don't expect to see me again.” With that, he left, slamming the door behind him.
          Rae sighed and returned to her room, patting Cujo's head as she passed, the dog whining in distress over his two masters fight. Grabbing a few blankets, she returned to the guest room and placed Annabelle in the awaiting crib, tucking the small child in before returning to her room. Picking up her cell, she dialed the number she had long ago memorized.
          It was now 5 A.M. Picking up a pen and paper from her nightstand, Rae began making a list of everything she needed to do and get later that day. She smiled faintly when a sleepy voice finally answered.
          “Edward? It's Rae. I need a favor. I need you to find someone for me.”
          After detailing all that had happened in the last two hours and what she needed, Rae smiled at the promise for help and support.
          Hanging up, she crawled into bed for a few more hours sleep. Silent tears slipping from her eyes as she curled up on the side of the bed Jonathan usually slept on when he stayed over. If this hadn't happened, he would still be here. If his mother had left him alone, he wouldn't be mad at her, and they would probably be in the middle of the throws of passion instead of thinking about possibly losing him forever. If this hadn’t happened, that little girl would probably be dead, or worse. With that in mind, Rae finally drifted off into yet another uneasy sleep.
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