The Fall
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Category:
DC Verse Comics › Batman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
34
Views:
11,006
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Violation
CHAPTER NINE: VIOLATION
HIS cape flew behind him as he sped the Batcycle through the entrance into his lair. He screeched to a halt beside the Batmobile and cut the engine.
Batman waited a second looking down at the screen on the front of the bike. The tracker he'd secretly placed on Zenith was relaying the information he wanted. The man was on the move.
He threw his leg over the sleek, black metal of his machine and headed towards the main console.
It was then he stopped as his eye caught the envelope taped to the windscreen of the Batmobile.
He couldn't mistake the script of the words written on the front or their mocking message: My New Plaything.
His brain went into overdrive. How? It couldn't be. No. Please no. There was no way Jet could know where the Batcave was could she? And even if she did how could she gain access? Unless Robin............
Batman ripped the envelope from the screen his fingers shaking as he wrestled it open.
"God no," he almost pleaded as he pulled the card out.
The front was all white but adorned with a red lipstick kiss. He was taken aback for a moment having expected to see a picture of Jet. He stared at it thinking hard and then slowly opened the card.
His face creased as the voice assailed his ears.
"Please, please, please," repeated Robin over and over and over again. "Please, please, please."
Batman wanted to shut his eyes but couldn't. Instead they were drawn to the message inside:
"The time has come my darling.
You can't hide from me.
I know where you are.
You will surrender like Robin.
XXXX
The Bat Mistress."
The Caped Crusader's body shook as he read and re-read the words the card trembling in his hands. Finally he flung it to the floor and looked wildly around the Batcave. She was here, he thought. She had violated his hideout!
Batman strode frantically around looking for a sign of Jet's presence but there was nothing. In a panic he strode up the steps to his living quarters his eyes swivelling from side to side all the time scanning for danger.
As he reached the top of the stairs he could swear he heard a sound from behind the security door. He froze for a second and then all caution left him in his mad frenzy. He burst through the door and into the hall his eyes ablaze.
As he did so a soft female voice filled his ears.
"Hello Batman. You're back at last.
"I've been having a good look round. It's all as tasteless as I expected. But never mind - the feminine touch will make a world of difference. Once I move in I'll turn it into a palace. I've already decided to put the servants quarters next to my bedroom. That way you won't have too far to crawl to obey your mistress."
The voice trailed off into a giggle as the Caped Crusader's eyes fastened on the iPod in its speaker dock on a nearby table. He pulled the machine from the cradle and angrily hurled it against the wall.
As it crashed to the floor another giggle came from behind him.
"Ooohhhh you're so sexy when you're angry Batman," chimed Jet's mocking voice. "But you'll be even sexier grovelling at my feet. Tell me - which of your bones do you want me to break first?"
Batman whirled around to see an open door and another iPod nestled in its speaker dock in the bedroom. Jet's voice continued its taunts as he stood shaking in anger.
"This is such fun Batman," she laughed. "They say suffering is good for the soul. And your suffering is certainly good for my soul."
Another peel of laughter rang out only to be cut short as Batman's hand grabbed the iPod and yanked it into the air. There was a blessed silence as the tortured crimefighter stood holding it in the air his face creased in torment. He stood stock still breathing in deeply with Jet's taunts still ringing in his ears. Slowly his body began to sag from the tension and the iPod fell from his fingers. As it did his eyes registered the picture on the wall in front of him.
It was Jet clad in tight tracksuit pants and a red Lycra top cut short to reveal her toned midriff. Her face had the usual triumphant grin and above her head were stencilled the words Worship Me.
Batman sank to his knees and closed his eyes as he began to sob with frustration.
HIS cape flew behind him as he sped the Batcycle through the entrance into his lair. He screeched to a halt beside the Batmobile and cut the engine.
Batman waited a second looking down at the screen on the front of the bike. The tracker he'd secretly placed on Zenith was relaying the information he wanted. The man was on the move.
He threw his leg over the sleek, black metal of his machine and headed towards the main console.
It was then he stopped as his eye caught the envelope taped to the windscreen of the Batmobile.
He couldn't mistake the script of the words written on the front or their mocking message: My New Plaything.
His brain went into overdrive. How? It couldn't be. No. Please no. There was no way Jet could know where the Batcave was could she? And even if she did how could she gain access? Unless Robin............
Batman ripped the envelope from the screen his fingers shaking as he wrestled it open.
"God no," he almost pleaded as he pulled the card out.
The front was all white but adorned with a red lipstick kiss. He was taken aback for a moment having expected to see a picture of Jet. He stared at it thinking hard and then slowly opened the card.
His face creased as the voice assailed his ears.
"Please, please, please," repeated Robin over and over and over again. "Please, please, please."
Batman wanted to shut his eyes but couldn't. Instead they were drawn to the message inside:
"The time has come my darling.
You can't hide from me.
I know where you are.
You will surrender like Robin.
XXXX
The Bat Mistress."
The Caped Crusader's body shook as he read and re-read the words the card trembling in his hands. Finally he flung it to the floor and looked wildly around the Batcave. She was here, he thought. She had violated his hideout!
Batman strode frantically around looking for a sign of Jet's presence but there was nothing. In a panic he strode up the steps to his living quarters his eyes swivelling from side to side all the time scanning for danger.
As he reached the top of the stairs he could swear he heard a sound from behind the security door. He froze for a second and then all caution left him in his mad frenzy. He burst through the door and into the hall his eyes ablaze.
As he did so a soft female voice filled his ears.
"Hello Batman. You're back at last.
"I've been having a good look round. It's all as tasteless as I expected. But never mind - the feminine touch will make a world of difference. Once I move in I'll turn it into a palace. I've already decided to put the servants quarters next to my bedroom. That way you won't have too far to crawl to obey your mistress."
The voice trailed off into a giggle as the Caped Crusader's eyes fastened on the iPod in its speaker dock on a nearby table. He pulled the machine from the cradle and angrily hurled it against the wall.
As it crashed to the floor another giggle came from behind him.
"Ooohhhh you're so sexy when you're angry Batman," chimed Jet's mocking voice. "But you'll be even sexier grovelling at my feet. Tell me - which of your bones do you want me to break first?"
Batman whirled around to see an open door and another iPod nestled in its speaker dock in the bedroom. Jet's voice continued its taunts as he stood shaking in anger.
"This is such fun Batman," she laughed. "They say suffering is good for the soul. And your suffering is certainly good for my soul."
Another peel of laughter rang out only to be cut short as Batman's hand grabbed the iPod and yanked it into the air. There was a blessed silence as the tortured crimefighter stood holding it in the air his face creased in torment. He stood stock still breathing in deeply with Jet's taunts still ringing in his ears. Slowly his body began to sag from the tension and the iPod fell from his fingers. As it did his eyes registered the picture on the wall in front of him.
It was Jet clad in tight tracksuit pants and a red Lycra top cut short to reveal her toned midriff. Her face had the usual triumphant grin and above her head were stencilled the words Worship Me.
Batman sank to his knees and closed his eyes as he began to sob with frustration.