Electra's Web

  Home Is Where The Hurt Is



BATMAN hit the brakes and slid the bike into its slot. He let it idle for a few seconds before killing the engine.

 The evening had not been a success. None of his informants had been able to come up with any useful information – nor had his own observations yielded further clues.

 He’d finally given up and swung by Electra’s place to take a look. All was dark except for one light burning high on the second floor. The Caped Crusader watched for a while and then headed back to the Batcave with a grim expression on his face.

 He had the distinct impression things were slowly slipping away from him – as though he were being slowly ensnared in an evil web which he knew, beyond all doubt, was being spun by Electra.

 He stepped off the bike and stopped immediately sniffing the air. Something was different.

 His eyes scanned the room as he registered the unmistakable scent of sweet, expensive perfume.

 Everything seemed as he had left it – even down to the newspaper laying open next to the computer with Electra’s hateful article on it.

 He slowly circled the room trying to shake the thought from his brain that someone else other than he and Robin had been inside his inner sanctum.

 Then he stopped dead – his brain trying to deny what his eyes were telling him was in front of him.

 There, on the windscreen of the Batmobile, was an elegantly written message in pink lipstick.

 It read:

  Missing you!

 

     ©

    Electra

      XXX



The Dark Knight’s face was frozen into a mask of complete shock. His eyes blinked as he clenched his hands into two balls and ground his teeth together.

 He took a step forward and let out a roar before pounding his fists on the bonnet of the car in a mixture of unbridled anger and frustration.

 “No!” he cried. “No! No! No!”

 He sank to his knees still and sank his head onto the shiny black metal.

 His brow furrowed as he screwed his eyes tight shut – before suddenly rising and striding towards the door at the far end of the room.

 “Robin!” he roared. “Robin! Where are you? Here, now!”

 But the Boy Wonder was too far away to hear. As Batman raged around his home his partner was propped up leisurely on a huge bed covered in soft silk sheets.

 Robin’s head rested against the wall and his naked chest heaved with post-coital satisfaction as he murmured softly.

 “More wine lover boy,” purred Electra as she refilled the glass in his hand. “I knew you’d like it once you got the taste.”

 She leant forward and ran her tongue lasciviously up the side of his face before pressing her lips to his and slipping her tongue into his mouth.

 As she did so the Batcave was still echoing to the sounds of the Caped Crusader’s anguished cries.