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Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
("Honey," He cleared his throat, "Joey, we have a private session in a few minutes, remember?")
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I sat at my table in the dining hall alone. Dr. Benzedrine said he was going to check my mailbox once again to see if any mail had come for me. It had been two weeks since Benzedrine and I talked about our kiss in the crashed car, and I was still trying to decide what would happen if I didn't receive a visit from him, the boyfriend who I could barely remember.
I stared down at my dinner which consisted of a ham sandwich on wheat bread and pretzels, which I already ate, and applesauce with a Diet Dr. Pepper. Dr. Benzedrine said that he was going to start me out with smaller more simple meals and then work my way up. He said he didn't want me to get sick again. I supposed that means he cares.
I sighed.
"What's got you down Darling?"
I looked up and saw Joey standing across from me, her soft eyes flicking from me to my plate. When we met two weeks ago, she told me that we would become friends. She was right and, since that day, I learned that she had a tendency of being right.
"Nothing," I frowned.
Joey arranged my plate, my applesauce cup, and my Diet Dr. Pepper in a straight line. Her OCD must have kicked in. She smiled, "That's better. Now, this 'nothing' sounds like something."
"I'm okay," I sighed. "I just wish Benzedrine would hurry with the mail."
Joey opened her mouth to retort when Mr. Sandman came up behind her, wrapped one arm around her waist, and pressed himself against her.
"Honey," He cleared his throat, "Joey, we have a private session in a few minutes, remember?"
"Uh huh."
"Let's go."
Mr. Sandman smiled and Joey seemed to blush. I watched her lead the way to the door and swore I saw Sandman touch her on the butt. Before they left the room, Joey turned around and called my name.
"Yes?" I smiled.
"He'll write you, I know it."
I watched her walk away, feeling the smallest bit of doubt in my mind. I stared at my applesauce which had my medication crushed on top. I picked up my spoon and began to eat, taking my daily dose within the first few spoonfuls.
"Darling, Darling, Darling!"
Dr. Benzedrine rushed to my table with a smile, sat down, and pushed my food aside.
"What are you doing?" I furrowed my brow.
He handed me an envelope, "You've got mail."
Snatching it from his fingers, I quickly opened it, my fingers fumbling to unfold the letter inside. Benzedrine walked to my side of the table as I unfolded it and gasped. My boyfriend had written me. I smiled and, which Benzedrine reading over my shoulder, I read the letter silently.
Hey,
It's been a while since we've talked. I'm sorry you were sent to Cork Tree Infirmary, I guess it's sort of my fault. If I hadn't have called you out about your father, you wouldn't have wanted to leave me, and you wouldn't have wanted to runaway. It's not your fault that your father abandoned you and your mother, I shouldn't have said that it was. I missed you...and I love you. I love you very much Carly. I hope you're holding up okay. Did you make friends? If you did, I hope they're as nice as you are. I've been good. The boys have asked about you. Mike whines about how he misses you, Sisky, Chislett, and The Butcher keep begging me to visit you. So, I hope to visit you soon, maybe we can catch up? You know, pick up where we left off.
Love always,
William Eugene Beckett Jr.
"So your name is Carly Michel?" Dr. Benzedrine smirked.
"Actually, it's Carleen," I corrected.
"Whatever. I think Darling is more fitting, don't you?"
I nodded, but continued to smile. I now knew that his name was William and I was beginning to remember what had happened before him and with him, though the fight was a little fuzzy.
"According to the visitation calendar, it looks like he's coming for dessert," Benzedrine winked.
"Tonight?" I looked up.
"Yep. Once he comes, I'll leave you alone for the night. I'll leave a sign for others to leave you alone tonight, alright?"
"Alright."
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I laid in my hospital bed, waiting for William to arrive while Dr. Benzedrine took some of my stats.
"You had your dose of medication at dinner," He noted. "So tonight, while William is visiting, I'm not going to hook you to IV's. I imagine that they'll just get in the way you’re your activities."
I looked up at him, "Dr. Benzedrine?"
"Carly?"
"When you say activities-"
Benzedrine smiled, "I mean making out, making love, catching up, having fun, whatever you want to call it."
"Is that allowed?"
"If it wasn't, do you think I'd mention it to you?"
I opened my mouth to retort when there was a knock at my door.
"Come in," Benzedrine called.
There was a pause and then a tall man with shoulder-length, dark, wavy hair and dark eyes. He wore skinny jeans on his long, thin legs and a The Academy Is…T-shirt. He was lanky but in a completely cute way. He smiled widely, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.
"Carleen!"
William rushed over to me, his arms wrapping me into a hug. Memories came flooding back to me when he kissed my cheek, and everything about him that was lost or broken was found and slowly pieced back together.
"Look at you," He held my face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs against my cheeks. "You're just as beautiful as when you left."
"Bilvy," I remembered. "I missed you."
Dr. Benzedrine took his cue, winking at me before exiting the room, shutting the door behind him. William and I hugged tightly once more.
"I missed you William. I missed you so much."
"I missed you too."
I looked into his eyes before slamming my lips against his. He pressed himself against me and I laid back on my hospital bed. William got on his knees, kissing me back and straddling me. He reached into his pocket.
"What are you doing?" I breathed.
I watched him pull out two small, square wrappers that were connected to each other with tear-apart perforations. Both wrappers had a circle-shape on the inside of the square and the word 'Trojan' written on it. He held them up and I smiled. William smirked and began to kiss my neck, his hands running up my sides.
"What do you say we catch up?"
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
(He figured he'd butter him up with small talk before going into the fact that 'Darling' was…misplaced. )
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"Darling?"
Dr. Benzedrine wandered through the halls of Cork Tree Infirmary searching for his Suiteheart. After he kissed her, she ran off and he couldn't understand why.
"Darling?"
He searched the cafeteria, the gym, every lab room, even the yard of crashed cars, but 'Darling was nowhere to be found. Taking a short break from his search for 'Darling', he looked around the mailroom for 'Darling's mailbox. Every Suiteheart was allowed mail from friends, family, and boyfriends, anyone who was or is significant to her. That is…if they chose to write. Unfortunately, 'Darling's mailbox was completely empty. He walked out of the mailroom and continued down the hallway.
"Oh, Darling, please come back-"
"Bez, what are you doing?"
He whirled around and was met face to face with a confused H. Shoe Crab. His normally frizzy hair was pulled back in a bushy ponytail. He was wheeling one of his Suitehearts from her lab test.
"Can you help me? I'm looking for Darling," Benzedrine frowned. "She ran away from me."
"I wish I could, but I have to take Tasha back to her room and check her stats," Crab gestured to a girl with dark hair, light skin, and a neutral expression. "Try asking Sandy."
Benzedrine answered bitterly, "Mr. Sandman isn't going to want to help me."
"I'm sorry Bez."
H. Shoe Crab turned Tasha's wheelchair around and wheeled her down the hall towards her room, leaving him alone to find 'Darling'.
"Darling?"
Dr. Benzedrine walked down the hall and to the door of Donnie the Catcher's office. Knocking twice, he rocked on his toes, waiting for an answer.
"I'm busy."
He knocked again, causing Donnie to open the door angrily.
"What part of 'I'm busy' don't you understand? I have a Suiteheart."
"Have you seen Darling?" Benzedrine asked.
Donnie leaned against the doorway and sighed, "Bez-"
"She ran from me. Have you seen her?"
"I've been with Macy for the past 20 minutes. I'm sorry, I wish I could help. Go ask Sandman."
"Yeah, I guess I will."
Donnie shut the door and Benzedrine, stuffing his hands in his pockets, headed towards Mr. Sandman's office. Knocking three times, he waited for a response. He figured he'd butter him up with small talk before going into the fact that 'Darling' was…misplaced.
"Come in!" Mr. Sandman called.
Dr. Benzedrine entered timidly, shutting the door behind him. "Hey Sandy."
"Hi Bez, how are you?" Mr. Sandman smiled.
"Just Dandy, you?"
"Nothing, just working on Suiteheart's file."
"Oh okay. What's that?"
Dr. Benzedrine pointed at a small, heart shaped locket which Mr. Sandman held in his dingy gloved hand, its golden exterior smooth left unengraved. Without a second thought, he chucked it in his desk drawer.
"Nothing!" Sandman smiled. "Look, Benzedrine, what did you come in here for?"
The doctor shifted his weight from foot to foot before muttering, "I misplaced Darling."
"What?"
"I sort of kind of," he coughed, "misplaced Darling."
"You what?!" Mr. Sandman exclaimed. "How did you misplace a patient? A Suiteheart?"
Benzedrine grew quiet for a moment, formulating a lie before stating plainly, "She wanted to explore, you know, get to know her home for the next months or however long she'll be in Cork Tree."
"Uh huh."
"Can you just check the cameras?"
Mr. Sandman was about to say 'no', when he remembered that Benzedrine saw the locket. Sniffing, he looked rolled his chair over to his computer.
"Fine."
"Thank you," Benzedrine grinned.
Sandman clicked a few keys on the keyboard, "She met Honey-I mean Joey. Left her room…now it looks like she's in the Yard of Crashed Cars."
Without thanking him, Benzedrine rushed out the door. Finding 'Darling' and making amends was his top priority. He turned right at the end of the hallway, went out of a door on his left, and entered the Yard of Crashed Cars. Surprisingly, the Yard of Crashed Cars wasn't full of cars. In fact, it only had four crashed cars. One for Dr. Benzedrine, one for Donnie the Catcher, one for Mr. Sandman, and one for H. Shoe Crab. These cars were only slightly crashed and were still useful on the interior. Therefore, they were used for multiple reasons including a place where some Suitehearts made love to their boyfriends if they visited, a place to remember, and even, in 'Darling's case, a place to get away from everything for a moment.
"Darling!"
Dr. Benzedrine ran over to the bright yellow crashed car with 'Benzedrine' painted on the side in large dark letters, where he found 'Darling' sitting in the driver's seat. Opening the door, he sat on the passenger side and smiled at his Suiteheart.
"Thank heavens Darling! Are you alright?"
"Fine," 'Darling' looked at the cracked window.
"If you're fine, then why did you run?"
"You kissed me, Dr. Benzedrine. I highly doubt that was professional or part of my routine check up."
"I'm so sorry…but not really. Thought that was an amazing kiss, I understand why you're not happy about it."
"I'm sorry. I just…nevermind."
"Just what Darling?"
"I just don’t want to start something with you because a, I don’t like you, and b, I'm pretty sure that I'm with someone."
"Pretty sure?" Dr. Benzedrine raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Darling nodded. "I remembered him when you played the mixtape. He sings-"
"I sing too."
"Not the point. I was with him. He wrote songs about me, he loved me. I don’t want to throw that away, especially if he remembers me."
"Did you love him?"
"Yes!" Darling stared at him.
Benzedrine held up his hands, "I was only asking because you said 'he loved me', it made me think that…well-"
"What?"
"That you didn't love him back."
'Darling' raised her hand to hit him but Benzedrine grabbed her wrist. He wanted to make out with her, but he didn't, he couldn't. Not now, not in a crashed car.
"Now, now Darling," He breathed. "We wouldn't want you to hurt someone."
She struggled against him for a moment before snatching her arm back, her face pulled into a pout as he folded her arms.
Benzedrine leaned in towards her, "Well Darling, if your boy comes back to visit you and shows interest in you, I'll stop."
"And if he doesn't?"
He got out of the car and walked back to the building with 'Darling' following behind him, eagerly waiting for the answer.
"If he doesn't?"
Benzedrine wandered through the building without saying a word and 'Darling' in tow.
"If he doesn't?"
He stopped at her door and pushed her inside.
"I'll let you decide."
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
(I knew his voice, I kissed his lips, but I couldn't remember his name or what he looked like.)
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My head was spinning with lyrics. Dr. Benzedrine had made me remember something I had been trying to forget. I was beginning to hate this place more and more each day. Sighing, I rolled over and stared at the clock realizing I had been awake for about 20 minutes.
Why, oh, why, you wear sunglasses in the home when the sun went down about an hour ago? Life should not be that way.
I knew his voice, I kissed his lips, but I couldn't remember his name or what he looked like. I couldn't even remember how he felt when he touched my cheek or hands. I just remember his singing and spiral-bound notebooks of lyrics.
"Reminiscing Darling?"
I sat up quickly and faced the doctor.
"I didn't mean to startle you Darling."
I kept quiet and slouched in my bed, a curl tickled my cheek as I brushed it away hastily. I felt weight on the side of my bed and looked up.
"What's wrong Darling?"
"What's it to you?"
"I'm supposed to look out for you. I'm your doctor."
"Yeah, some doctor you are. You put me in ice water, make me puke, make me remember."
"I'm supposed to. At Cork Tree Infirmary-"
"Just shut up with the cork tree crap," I looked down at the IV in my hand, "and leave me alone."
I took a deep breath, removed the IV, and gasped. It was stuck.
"Here."
Dr. Benzedrine took a small gauze pad and placed it on my skin where the tip of the needle was, "This will hurt a bit." He gently pulled and the needle slid out. Throwing it away, he placed a butterfly bandage on my hand and kissed it, "There you are Darling."
I stared into his eyes, trying to figure him out. I didn't see him move and I didn't feel myself move. When I snapped out of whatever I was in, I pushed him away. My heart thrummed.
"Darling, I'm sorry. Please-"
"No!" I shouted, shaking my head. "Don't touch me."
"I confess, I messed up."
I stood up on shaky legs and stumbled towards the door. I headed down the hallway, hearing my bare feet patter on the tile. My heart was beating so loud I thought my ears were going to bleed from the noise of it. I thought of nothing more than to get away from him as fast as I could. I couldn't look at Benzedrine. Groaning, I opened a door and threw myself into the room behind it.
"You're not Mr. Sandman."
I shut the door hesitantly and turned to face the voice. The strong steady voice came from a short girl with dark hair and a fragile build. She wore the same attire as me, only her pants had a maroon number 20 on them. I began to wonder where I had seen her before when I realized that it was the girl from the cafeteria, the one who stared at me.
"I-I-I'm sorry," I bit my lip.
"Whatever," She blinked.
Her room was carpeted, but it was bright as mine. There was a window with a window seat, a hospital bed with a purple and red bedding, and balloons that said 'Get Well Soon Joey'. The first thing that entered my head was 'how in the world did she get suck and awesome room?'
"Who's Sandman?" I questioned.
The petite girl rolled her eyes, "He wear's all black leather and has painted on mouth over his mouth. He's my doctor."
"So his name is Mr. Sandman."
"Yeah, he's-" She stopped and stared up at the TV. "That's the fifth time they've showed that commercial in the past thirty minutes," She flicked her eyes towards me, "What's your name? Who exactly are you, number 94?"
"Umm, Darling- I mean-that's not my name."
"Then what is your name?" Her eyes moved towards the window. "There's a branch from that tree that's beating against that window and its really starting to piss me off. What's your name then Darling?"
I stopped, "I-I can't remember."
"Then Darling you shall be. You're a fellow Suiteheart, yes?"
"No…I mean yes!"
"You're confused."
"I know," I sat on her bed and moved her comforter slightly before she slapped my hand away and moved it back. "What?"
She sighed, "It bothers me when the comforter isn't lined up with the sheet."
"Is your name Joey?"
"Yeah. Hey, you're going to have to leave."
"Why?"
"Because, in the course our time together, you've asked four questions."
"You've asked more," I retorted.
Her eyes narrowed for a second before a creepy smile broke on her face, "Touché. You and I will be friends."
"I have to go," I headed for the door.
"Why so soon?"
I said nothing. I exited her room, rushing down the hallway as I swore I could hear her yell something after me. I'm not entirely sure, but I'm certain it was along the lines of:
"Run Darling, but you and I will be friends. You can be sure of that."
Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 23/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: ( Bruce couldn't believe he had allowed things to get this bad.)
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With every stitch, she winced.
With every dab of alcohol, she cried.
With every movement of her body, she cringed.
Bruce didn't bother with admitting Elizabeth to a hospital. They were crowded and they certainly wouldn't allow him to stay with her every second she breathed. Or, if he wasn't careful, the Joker might discover which hospital she's in, kidnap her or worse, stuff it full of dynamite and watch the fireworks. Not to mention the questions and the press he'd have to endure when someone noticed that it was Bruce Wayne who was admitting a battered, bruised, and possibly dying Elizabeth into Gotham's General Hospital.
No.
Instead, he carefully brought her back to his penthouse, strategically entering through the backdoor so he went unnoticed. And now here he was carefully mending her wounds, as she lied ailing on his couch. He was saving her mouth for last, knowing that that would take up most of his time and her strength. Bruce couldn't believe he had allowed things to get this bad. He couldn't believe that he had allowed this to happen. After what happened to Rachel, he made a promise to himself to not let him outside Arkham. Now, because he got Elizabeth back, keeping that promise was going to be extremely difficult.
"Master Bruce."
Bruce turned around to face his butler, "Yes, Alfred?"
"I think you need to see the news," Alfred replied worriedly.
"You know, I can't do that."
"May I ask why not?"
Bruce pitched a bloody cotton ball into a nearby wastebasket and looked up at Alfred with tired eyes. He had been crouched beside Elizabeth for the past hour and a half; each cut and bandage reminding him of the Joker. If he were to watch the news, he'd see how quickly the Joker kept to his word.
"I can't," he replied simply.
Alfred nodded, "Alright. But I must tell you that your enemy is causing a lot of damage in Gotham."
Bruce didn't bother to say 'how much'. He had a feeling he already knew how much and that the Joker was just getting started. After all, he had three days to wreck havoc. Three days without repercussion.
Three days without Batman.
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
("The one that said something about falling from the heavens and chopping off the branches," I looked at the ceiling. "Then another was the one about kissing a boy to start shit.")
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"What are we listening to?" I questioned.
After Dr. Benzedrine had removed me from the ice water, he told me he had a way to get me warm. That way was to put me back in clothes and have me sit in one of the Therapeutic rooms with him. This particular Therapeutic room was probably about 70 degrees maximum, making me not exactly warm, but not exactly cold either. The room had a therapy cot, a desk, a stereo, which was behind the desk on a shelf next to a sound system, wooden walls, and a carpeted floor. Dr. Benzedrine sat behind the desk and operated the sound system while I sat on the therapy cot and listened to the music.
"A mixtape Darling!"
"Why?" I sneezed.
Dr. Benzedrine took out his clipboard, "Because, this particular mixtape is known to jog the memories of many of our Suitehearts. Sometimes they can identify a band, a member of a band, a particular song, it just depends. It's your turn to listen Darling. So shut your mouth, close your eyes, and open your ears."
I did as I was told as I lied on the cot, listening to the music for anything memorable.
Your mouth it moves but fails to speak, and when you use your lips they better be on me, GET FAMILIAR!
Countless lyrics and lines flew by as pieces of songs played in the mixtape. I may have nodded off a few times, I probably daydreamed, I'm not sure. Either way, when the music stopped, Dr. Benzedrine's voice snapped me out of it.
"Any songs stick out at you?"
"The one that said something about falling from the heavens and chopping off the branches," I looked at the ceiling. "Then another was the one about kissing a boy to start shit."
"Any others?" Dr. Benzedrine grinned.
"Well, the one about automatic eyes and hands in the cookie jar."
"Yes, Automatic Eyes by The Academy Is… and Cookie Jar by Gym Class Heroes."
I blinked, "Say that first one again."
"The Academy Is…. What's wrong Darling? Do you recognize that band?"
"I don't know from where, but yes. That jogs a memory."
Dr. Benzedrine scribbled something on his clipboard, "Alright, any other songs that you would like to talk about?"
I shook my head.
"What about this one?"
You can bow and pretend that you don't, don't know you're a legend-
Dr. Benzedrine stopped the song and looked at me expectantly.
"I heard that on the tape," I yawned. "It sounded like a pretty odd song. It was talking about Suitehearts, like what you said the patients here are."
"Alright," he placed a new CD in. "What about this song?"
Why, oh, why, you wear sunglasses in the home when the sun went down about an hour ago? Life should not be that way-
I sat up immediately. I had heard that song before and I was pretty sure I knew who sung that song.
"Recognize it?" Benzedrine's eyes gleamed.
"Yes," I nodded. "Keep playing it."
Always up or down, never down and out. Dream of demons while you sleep, that make you stutter when you speak-
"It's me," I whispered.
"What's you, Darling?"
"The song," I stood up. "He said, when he wrote it, it was me…about me. He said it wasn't-"
"Wasn't what?" Dr. Benzedrine looked intrigued.
I wrapped my arms over my stomach and looked away from him, "Fair."
"What wasn't fair Darling? This?"
Speak now or forever hold your piece in pieces…
"Stop it!" I said a bit too loudly.
Dr. Benzedrine quickly turned it off and looked at me, "Are you alright?"
I shook my head. The mixtape and the song made me remember. It made me remember everything I was trying to forget. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You can tell me."
"No, I can't," I headed for the door. "It's not important!"
"Darling! Get back here!"
I ran out of the room and down the hall. I had to get back to my room, to the cafeteria, anywhere where Dr. Benzedrine wasn't. He couldn't know about me. I heard the lyrics in my head and everything was beginning to flood back to me.
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It had been about two hours since Dr. Benzedrine let 'Darling' run away from him. For one, he didn't feel like chasing her and then, if he did, she probably wouldn't let him in. Either way, it wouldn't be worth it. He knew that she had run off to her room and now, since he'd given her time to compose herself, he decided to check on her. Maybe, if he were lucky, he would get a few answers.
"Darling?"
Her door was shut. None of the Suitehearts doors at Cork Tree Infirmary were supposed to be shut at anytime, for any reason. It was one of the main rules that they had put in place to prevent accidents or anything that was deemed undesirable while the Suitehearts were trying to get better.
"Darling, open this door immediately!"
Dr. Benzedrine waited for a response before grabbing a ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocking the door.
"Darling, what do you think you are-"
He stopped. She was lying in her bed, tossing and turning in a not so peaceful sleep. Benzedrine sighed and walked to the medicine counter in her room, pulling a peripheral IV line out of the drawer.
"Darling, Darling, Darling, what am I going to do with you?" He inserted the IV into the back of her left hand. "You run out on me during your therapy session, you don't want to talk to me. How am I supposed to prevent you from becoming a lost cause?"
He watched as 'Darling' shifted her position once again, facing him as she lay on her side, her legs bent slightly. 'Darling' looked up at him with wide, glossy, eyes and for the first time Benzedrine saw the look in her eyes. The look that some Suitehearts had in their eyes when they were desperate, the look that said 'Help me'.
"Ba-Ba-Ba-Ba-Benzedrine?"
The medication was already taking affect.
"Shh," Dr. Benzedrine looked down at her. "Go to sleep."
He watched her close her soft amber eyes as she fell asleep and smiled. Her hair fell around her face and shoulders in curls. Benzedrine pushed her auburn hair away, examining her freckled face and chewed lips. He scanned her body, noticing her slight stomach, her thin calves, her medium thighs, her average breasts, before touching her arm. She felt warm.
He removed his hand quickly, and shook his head. He wasn't going to get involved with a Suiteheart, he couldn't. They were considered forbidden to the staff of Cork Tree. Besides, he was only there to help her and then after that he was done with her. Right?
Right.
'Darling' was tempting. He could never fall for forbidden fruit.
Well, maybe not never…
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Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
(And that, is most likely one of the reasons why your dear mummy and daddy admitted you to Cork Tree.)
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When I woke up, my head was spinning, my mouth tasted like vomit, and I wasn't quite sure, but I think I was back in my bed. Blinking, I looked around and noticed the bland walls around me. I had to have been back in my bed, but how?
"When did I get here?" I groaned. "How did I get here?"
Dr. Benzedrine patted my arm, "You'll never remember, Darling, your head is far too blurry."
"My head is just fine," I lied.
He was right; I was having trouble remembering what happened before I blacked out. I remember running, puking, and a strange girl from the cafeteria, but not much else.
"If you say so," Benzedrine wrote something down on his clipboard. "Now, I have another test for you."
I opened my mouth to retort, when he grabbed my arm and placed me in a wheelchair.
"Come with me."
Dr. Benzedrine wheeled me through the fluorescent-lit halls of Cork Tree and pointed out things along the way, but I wasn't paying any attention. My mind, along with being blurry, wouldn’t stop spinning. I couldn't figure out what was going on, I mean, I knew he was taking me to a test, but what kind of test? What kind of place was I in, besides one for girls like Suitehearts, honorable mentions, and me? And why did I have to be here if nothing was wrong with me?
I groaned and placed my head in my hands, "Where the hell are you taking me?"
"To a test Darling," He reminded. "At Cork Tree, we try to get to know what type of girls we have and what's wrong with them, that way, we can accurately fix them."
"What if I don’t need fixing?"
"Nonsense, every girl who comes here needs something fixed."
"I don’t need fixing," I shook my head. "I'm fine."
"Obviously you do, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
"Obviously I don't if I can easily talk back to you and tell you what an inconsiderate jackass you're being for forcing me to go through these tests when nothing is wrong with me. Obviously I don’t, if I can tell you what a prick you are for not listening to me when I tell you that nothing is wrong with me!"
Dr. Benzedrine stopped my wheelchair and brought his face close to mine, "Look, Darling, it's not like I don't respect your opinion, but you're just so quick with your lips that your words do nothing but rip me apart. And that, is most likely one of the reasons why your dear mummy and daddy admitted you to Cork Tree."
I resisted the urge to punch him as he stood up and opened a door to a testing lab.
"Okay Darling," His sunny demeanor returned. " We're here for your next test."
The door shut behind us and Dr. Benzedrine took my hand, helping me stand up before collapsing the wheelchair and placing it to the side. The lab was definitely brighter than my room, but darker than the halls. It had all the features of a normal doctors exam room, an exam cot, a sink, a counter, a rolling stool, with the exception of blue laminate floors and a metal bathtub full of fresh ice water.
"What's the tub for?" I questioned.
"Your next test," Dr. Benzedrine grinned. "Darling, I need for you to take off your clothes and sit in the bathtub for me."
I stared at him critically, "Excuse me?"
"Darling, either you undress yourself, or I undress you. Either way, I will see you naked at one point or another during this particular test."
I motioned for him to turn around, which he did, as quickly undressed myself. Once I was done, Dr. Benzedrine told me to enter the tub of ice water. Doing what I was told, I sat down in the water and immediately felt goose bumps rise up my arms. Sitting down on the rolling stool, Benzedrine rolled over to me with his clipboard.
"Darling, I need for you to stay in there as long as you can. When you can't bear it any longer, tell me. And I'll exam you on the exam table."
I nodded, I felt so exposed. My body went rigid from the cold; chill bumps covering every inch of my skin. I shivered as my breasts felt the air around me for a fraction of a second, my nipples hardening when I adjusted my position in the water. I quickly sunk down under the water and placed my hands under my armpits, my arms covering them.
"Darling are you cold?" Dr. Benzedrine noticed.
"Shut up," I shivered.
"If you can't take it, get out of the water Darling."
"I'd rather get frostbite or hypothermia than for you to examine me naked."
"Suit yourself."
I sat in the freezing water, feeling my body go numb. My toenails were turning a light bluish purple and I could only guess that my fingernails were doing the same. I groaned and shivered.
"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine announced. "It's been almost ten minutes. Do you want to get out?"
I shook my head. I could barely feel my lower half but I didn't want him to examine me naked. Before I could react, I felt someone's hands on my upper arms, pulling me up towards the ceiling.
"Darling, I don’t care if you're not ready, you've been in there long enough if your lips are beginning to turn blue."
"Let me down!"
Benzedrine said nothing as helped me out of the tub and onto the exam cot. I felt my body shake was pressed my upper body down.
"Lie down."
I did as I was told, "I'm so cold…"
Dr. Benzedrine smirked, patting the side of my face gently with his right hand, his left hand on my side.
"Don’t worry Darling, I have a way to get you warm."
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- Music:Gwen Stefani - What You Waiting For | Powered by Last.fm
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
("Are you serious? Bez, you're singing just off the key of reason!")
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"Quite a live wire you brought in Benzedrine."
A man with dark eyes, short dark hair, and a painted on mouth, known only as Mr. Sandman, glared at Dr. Benzedrine. After her little incident in the cafeteria, Dr. Benzedrine placed 'Darling' back in her bed where she was currently sleeping it off. It was then that Sandman decided it was best to have a little chat with the infamous doctor.
"Look, I didn't bring her to Cork Tree," Dr. Benzedrine corrected. "Darling was brought here by her guardians, just like the rest of the girls here. Besides, if you're talking about her throwing up, it’s a simple mishap. She had just finished her first test and she hadn't eaten in days."
"Whose fault is that?" Mr. Sandman spat.
"She slept on and off for days, so this is the first day where she was awake long enough for me to give her the test! Give Darling a chance. She-"
Mr. Sandman rolled his eyes, "Ugh! Why do you call her Darling? Do you even know her real name?"
"Well," Dr. Benzedrine looked up thoughtfully. "Now that you think about, I don’t."
"You didn't even bother to read her file, did you?"
"A simple file doesn't matter in her case."
"Are you serious? Bez, you're singing just off the key of reason!"
"I think I'm pretty close to reason actually."
Mr. Sandman continued to press the issue, "With all the girls who are admitted and sent to me, I look at their file first. Donnie does it, same with Crab. That way, we can give them the right kind of treatment."
"I know her type," Benzedrine argued. "I've seen in the past girls."
"In all the girls who have been admitted to Cork Tree and sent to you, how many have had her characteristics?"
The doctor grew quiet, biting his lip in thought.
"You can't think of one, because there haven't been."
"Actually there has been one."
"Who? Did you just make her up?"
"Sarah Ysper and no, I didn't just make her up. She was mine about three years ago. She fought at first and then she got better. All it took was a little-"
"You don't know without looking at her file what her best treatment interests are. Did it ever occur to you that maybe she might be better off with Donnie, Crab, or myself?"
Dr. Benzedrine was as stubborn as ever and Mr. Sandman wasn't about to see another patient become a 'lost cause'.
"I don’t need to look at her file," Dr. Benzedrine stood up. "Darling will be just fine with me. I know it. I feel it."
"I don’t care what you feel. If you don’t read her file, I will and after that I'll have her assigned to the right person so she can have the right treatment." Mr. Sandman stopped. "Unless, your plan is to keep her here because you don’t want her to be treated."
"I never said that I didn't want her to be treated," Benzedrine walked towards the door, "I'll talk to you later okay? I need to check up on Darling."
"Benzedrine, why don’t you want her to be treated?"
He continued to walk away without looking back for even a fraction of a second.
"Get your ass back here and tell me what you want with her!"
Benzedrine knew he was only one that could help her and he didn't care what her file said, Sandman wasn't going to stop him. He was going to help Darling.
Even if it meant her becoming a 'lost cause'.
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- Music:P!nk - God Is a DJ | Powered by Last.fm
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
("She didn't take her medicine," Donnie shook his head.)
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My bare feet hit the soaking wet 'grass' as I ran from the front wall to the back wall in the recreation room. Dr. Benzedrine said that I was to test my endurance. I said it was just to see how long it would take for me to slip and fall. Either way, the 'grass', which was more like artificial turf, felt like it was pricking my feet each time I took a step.
"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine watched me carefully. "Just seven more minutes alright?"
Easy for him to say, he was sitting on a stool, observing my progress, every so often marking something on a clipboard his held in the crook of this arm. I didn't answer; I just slowed my pace and jogged. I was running out of breath and energy, not to mention I was also extremely hot. The outfit I was wearing didn’t help much either. All 'Suitehearts' have to wear sweatpants with pockets and a long-sleeved shirt that had a turtleneck that stops about mid-neck. Both are gray, both are 90% cotton/10% polyester, and all of them have a specific number on the left thigh of the pants. For instance, mine has a 94 in maroon numbers.
Focusing on my lap count, I took my mind off the pain radiating through my legs and the possible shin splints I was receiving from this test. I guess I was concentrating too hard because, as I pivoted to run to the other side, I slipped on the damp turf and fell.
"Are you alright Darling?" He called.
"Fine!" I came of harsher than I intended.
"Alright. Three more minutes then, Darling!"
"Alright!"
Sweat ran down my face, dampening my hair and sweatshirt while I ran. I touched the front wall when he called time.
Benzedrine jotted down something on the clipboard, "Are you hungry Darling?"
"Not exactly."
"Nonsense," he pulled my arm. "You haven't eaten since you arrived here, you must be hungry."
While I really wasn't hungry since I had just finished running, I couldn't disagree with him. I hadn't eaten. In fact, I couldn't remember the last time I had. I followed him to the refectory. There were three other girls scattered about in the cafeteria as well, one was accompanied by the man I nicknamed Mr. Sandman, one by a man all in green with shaggy hair, and the final girl by a man in red and fro-like hair.
"Sit here," Dr. Benzedrine patted a table, pulling out my chair. "I'll get your food and your medicine."
I did as I was told, taking my seat only to notice the other three girls staring at me. I wiped sweat away from my forehead and touched my wet ponytail, sighing when I realized that my hair wasn't going to be straight when it dried. I glanced down at my fingers and then back up again. The girls didn't take their eyes off of me.
"Newbie, girls," The man in the green stated. "Leave her alone."
The girls continued to stare, their eyes scanning me. It was like I had a label on my forehead that said 'Fresh Meat'. Dr. Benzedrine returned, placing the tray down in front of me with a definite slam.
"Hey!" He barked. "What are you all looking at? Didn't you hear what Donnie the Catcher said? Leave. Her. Alone."
Two of the girls turned their attention back to their food while the girl who was with 'Mr. Sandman' continued to stare at me.
"You heard him," Mr. Sandman stood up.
He went behind the staring girl and pushed her head so far forward, that I was afraid that he was going to push her into her food.
"Leave her alone."
I swore I heard her retort, "But I think I know her."
"Darling," Dr. Benzedrine touched my hand. "Please eat. Don’t let those other girls bother you."
I looked at the food in front of me and suddenly I was starving. The tray contained Jell-O, a peanut butter and honey sandwich, a ham and cheese sandwich, a green apple, a salad with bacon bits and ranch dressing, a Dr. Pepper in once of those small 12oz bottles, a Diet Coke that was in the same size bottle, an oatmeal raisin cookie, and a bowl of ice cream with sprinkles.
Dr. Benzedrine smirked, "Hungry Darling?"
My only answer was the immediate grabbing and chewing of the ham and cheese sandwich. Once I was finished with that, I took random bites of everything, alternating until my stomach began to churn. I realized then that maybe I shouldn't have eaten so fast, especially with my body being overheated.
"Darling?"
I placed the Diet Coke to my lips, taking a small sip before spewing everything I had just downed all over the table.
"Oh Darling!"
I felt the stares of the girls again and the footsteps of the other three men in the room, as I fell to the floor and continued to vomit.
"Is she alright Benzedrine?" The man in red asked.
"She didn't take her medicine," Donnie shook his head.
Dr. Benzedrine sat on the floor and grabbed my upper arms, sitting me between his legs with my back to his front. I panted and held my stomach, heaving every so often. A bitter taste filled my mouth as yellow bile dripped off my lips.
"Shh," he whispered. "There's nothing left. Take your medicine Darling, you'll feel better."
"No," I breathed.
I heaved again and nothing else would come out. Taking his chance, Dr. Benzedrine took a pill, put it in my mouth, and placed his hand over my mouth, before tilting my head back.
"Swallow!"
His voice was dark and I didn't dare challenge him. I swallowed.
"Good girl."
I felt Benzedrine's arms around me each time I attempted to heave, hearing him tell me 'no' or to 'stop it'. It felt like hours but it was probably only minutes or even seconds when my body stopped and I began to feel tired. My eyes closed and the last thing I remember hearing was that girl who stared at me and said:
"If we don't take the medication, we won't sleep for days."
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- Music:Sondre Lerche - My Hands Are Shaking | Powered by Last.fm
Rating: PG-13
Pairing:Dr. Benzedrine/?
Summary: Dr. Benzedrine is one of 4 men working at Cork Tree Infirmary, 'the best place for girls, patients, Suitehearts, people like you'....
Disclaimer: I don't own Fall Out Boy or their songs/videos. Not real in any way, I have no connection to FOB.
Author Notes: I've also posted this on Mibba and deviantART under the screennames mionemalfoy1203 and way1203, and decided to post it here to see if I could get more readers. Got the idea from listening to Folie a Deux, decided to write about Dr. Benzedrine, Mr. Sandman, H. Shoe Crab, and Donnie the Catcher. I will title it Cork Tree Infirmary in the Subject line for short
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"Oh Darling, it's about time you open your pretty little eyes."
I slept for eleven and a half hours last night and I'm still completely exhausted.
A few doctors say that the sleeping, emotions, aches, everything is because of the accident. The others say it was because of the medicine they put me on. Either way, my 'condition' must have been bad enough for them to send me to him. That one doctor that few tango with regardless of their health due to his unconventional methods. That one doctor that makes House look like a saint.
Dr. Benzedrine.
"Darling?"
I just remember falling asleep. I don’t remember the IV's that are currently sticking out of my arms, pumping me full of God knows what. I don’t remember.
I can't remember.
"Darling, are you alive, or shall I have you wheeled to the morgue?"
I opened my eyes and groaned at the sight of him. He was wearing his bright yellow doctor's coat, which only seemed even brighter with the sunshine pouring in through the open blinds. I quickly shut my eyes, hoping he never saw them open.
"Oh Darling, it's about time you open your pretty little eyes. Preferably for more than 3.5 seconds."
I kept my eyes shut. I didn't want to see him. I didn't want to be here.
"Darling, is it too bright in here?"
I kept my mouth shut. I didn't know why he called me 'Darling', but I did know that I didn't have to answer to it since that's not my name. As if I had said something, I heard Dr. Benzedrine walk over to the window and a few seconds later, it grew dark behind my eyelids again. He'd shut the blinds.
"There Darling, is that better?"
I opened my eyes. It was better, much better actually.
"Aww, poor Darling."
"Darling is not my name," I muttered under my breath.
"As long as my name is Dr. Benzedrine, your name will always be Darling to me."
I blinked at him and glanced around the room I was in. The four bland walls around me reminded me of how utterly alone I was and how Dr. Benzedrine had been the only visitor I received. Well him, and a man who I nicknamed Mr. Sandman since every time he enters my room, I fall asleep.
"Darling, daydreaming isn't exactly as fun as living, though it may seem like the only thing that helps you pass time."
My eyes shifted to his face and, before I could study his features long enough, he turned his back to me and walked towards the window. The only thing that I noticed from that glimpse was blue or green, maybe even hazel, eyes and light brown hair that was either long on the sides, or he just had sideburns. I looked at him standing by the window and noticed that he wasn't exactly tall but he wasn't less than five feet, and that his stride had matched the arrogance of his talk.
I sighed uncomfortably.
Dr. Benzedrine whipped around, "What's the matter Darling?"
He did have sideburns but they weren't odd, they actually fit his face.
"Just," I sniffed. "How long have I been here?"
"Let's see, about three days. But you shouldn't believe me, I wouldn't. Especially if I had been sleeping for eleven hours, give or take, each day." He grinned. "Don't look so surprised, Darling. Here, we want to fix you, your self-esteem, your thoughts, and your memories, even though some of them weren't so great. Some of our…our…."
"Patients?"
"'Patients' is such a strong word. I like to call them 'Suitehearts'. Some of our Suitehearts come in dead on arrival, without a purpose, what have you, and walk out of here as…honorable mentions or trophies that proof that I really am the best psychological doctor and that I can fix everything."
He seemed so carefree and nonchalant about it all, that it almost made me sick.
I shook my head, "Trophies? Honorable mentions? What is this place? A dog show of your flamboyant narcissism and arrogance?"
His face fell.
"It would be wise if you didn't do this Darling. My temper, you'll find, can be short sometimes."
I swallowed, "Where am I?"
"Cork Tree Infirmary," His smile returned. "The best place for people like you. I can fix everything."
"You can't fix everything. My parents couldn’t that's why they dumped me in this place."
"Darling, with this type of cynical behavior, I think I'm going to have to work much harder on you, or you'll never become an honorable mention here."
"I don’t believe that you can make me an honorable mention or a red ribbon, whatever you call it," I snapped.
"Darling, as long as you believe that I can help you, I can help you."
"And if I don’t believe?"
Dr. Benzedrine's smiled a Cheshire grin, a dark look in his eyes.
"I will help you."
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Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 23/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (Her body landed with a thud that resonated through the eerie vicinity. )
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The Joker groaned as he carried Elizabeth to a 'soccer mom' van marked 'SLaughter is the BEST Medicine'. She was going in and out of consciousness and that pissed him off. He wanted her awake for all of this. Tossing her into the open van door, he watched her stir.
"Where are we going?" Elizabeth muttered for the twelfth time.
"We're going to the toy store. You're getting fixed."
She said nothing, her eyelids meeting once again, her head lolling forward. He slammed the car door and laughed maniacally as one of his henchmen in a smiling clown mask, Hugo, saw to it that she was in her seat.
"No seatbelt," The Joker ordered. "I want her as damaged as possible."
"Hang on toots," Hugo grinned. "You're in for a bumpy ride!"
With that, the Joker stepped on the gas pedal, flooring down the dark streets of Gotham. As he took quick turns and drove manically to their destination, Elizabeth's body slammed violently against the car doors, headrests, and Hugo.
"She's getting blood on the seat sir," Hugo informed.
"Where's it coming from?" The Joker asked.
"Uh…"
The henchman with a straight-faced mask in the passenger seat, Dennis, turned around, shivering at the site of Elizabeth's broken body. Old blood was crusted around her mouth yet new blood was oozing from her lips; above her right eye was a nasty bruise that was beginning to bleed. Glancing at the window behind his seat, Dennis saw where her head was colliding, he could see the sunburst look of soon to be shattered glass. Her body was limp in a disturbing form, it was almost as if she were twisted, her waist in no way looked as if a sturdy set of ribs were holding her together. Dennis faced forward and said nothing.
"That bad huh?" The Joker glanced in the rearview mirror. "Fan…tastic."
He turned one last corner and stopped the van in an alley, where a door to a loading dock was waiting open for them. A two other henchmen in clown masks appeared and opened the van doors, allowing the Joker, Dennis, and Hugo to get out.
"Take 'em down," the Joker whispered to Hugo. "Leave her for me."
Hugo nodded and went over to Dennis, who slyly handed him a gun before reaching behind his back for its twin. While guns fired, the Joker turned his attention to Elizabeth. Reaching into the van, he pulled her out, picking her up bridal style, a groan escaping her lips.
"Hush little Lizzy," he rolled his eyes. "You're going to be just fine."
Her head rolled to his shoulder as she coughed, blood spewing from her tainted lips. He said nothing, only carried her through the loading dock and inside the abandoned building. He walked swiftly; he needed to get her there so business could be done. Passing empty packaging rooms, he entered the elevator and made his way up to the top floor. The elevator doors opened and he stepped out, casually walking to the center of the room a wide grin plastered on his face.
"I made it."
"What do you want with me?" A guttural growl questioned.
A man in a black Kevlar bat suit stepped in his view.
"Ah, Batman."
"What do you want with me?" Batman wasn't in the mood.
"I just wanted to make you…" the Joker dropped Elizabeth, "an offer."
Her body landed with a thud that resonated through the eerie vicinity.
"What did you do to her?" Batman snapped.
"Do you like the view?" The Joker stared out of the dingy windows.
"Shut up."
"It's the penthouse, if you will, of this building. You should be comfortable. At least look at the view."
"What did you do to her?"
Batman rushed to Elizabeth's side and, before he could place his hands on her, The Joker kicked his foot and produced a blade from the toe of his boot. The Joker placed it at Batman's neck.
"Ah, ah, ah," He shook his head. "You can't have her that easy."
"What do you want?" Batman stood up, his fists balled tightly.
"I want to offer you a trade off," The Joker's eyes locked with his. "You can take Lizzy…if you allow me free reign of Gotham for three days."
Batman said nothing.
"Orrrr, if that doesn't tickle your fancy, then you can get her back if you tell me who you really are. That doesn't guarantee Elizabeth's health or safety."
He retracted the blade and kicked Elizabeth in the ribs, causing her to roll over and face Bruce as she coughed up blood. Batman twitched.
"Then again," The Joker considered. "None of these options do."
He couldn't do that, he couldn't tell his identity…he just couldn't. But then again he really needed Elizabeth back.
Bruce really needed Elizabeth back.
He told himself he'd do anything. He was desperate.
"Or," The Joker continued. "I will keep Elizabeth and uh…judging by her condition, she's only got a few hours. Maybe a day, if she's lucky."
"What would you want with her?"
"Me? Nothing. I've…fucked…herrr," The Joker smacked his lips. "I'm done…with herrr"
"You bastard."
"So," the Joker ignored him. "What's it gonna be Batsy? Door number one, two, or three?"
Batman stared down at Elizabeth. He didn't want his identity out, but he didn't want her in the Joker's hands where she'd inevitably die, nor did he want the Joker to get free reign over Gotham for three days. Heck, he didn't like it when the Joker had reign for three hours!
"Have you chosen?" The Joker tapped Elizabeth with his foot.
Batman nodded. He was going to choose the lesser of the evils.
"If I do this," Batman swallowed. "Will you-"
"I'm a man of my word. Whatever you choose, you bet your Kevlar ass I'll keep to what I proposed."
"Pleasure doing business with you Batsy..."
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i have cramps and im on my period to top off my great sunday *sarcasm*. please comment to make me smile.
(sorry to say that for any guys who are reading. or anyone who didn't wish to know that info and doesn't care to sympathize)
- Music:Emmy Rossum - Slow Me Down | Powered by Last.fm
Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 22/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (Before I knew what was happening, he placed his hand over mine, our fingers pull the trigger.)
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(Elizabeth POV)
"Lizzy! Talk for me Lizzy!"
My ribs were still aching from the last clown who had tried to hurt me, and this particular clown didn't seem to care. I whined and begged for him to stop but he didn't care.
"Lizzy!"
The clown continued to kick my already previously damaged ribcage.
"Stop," I panted. "Stop, st-"
I coughed and rolled over, a warm liquid seeping out of my mouth. I blinked a few times, noticing the copper like taste and the crimson on the floor. I was coughing up blood.
"Turn over, I'm not finished with you," The clown growled.
"HEY!"
I looked up and immediately felt a foot hit my face with a loud crack. Blood erupted from my nose but I didn't dare raise a hand to touch it. I was too scared.
"I said hey!" The same voice from before continued.
I heard movement and mustered up the courage to look up again. It was The Joker.
"Get up Lizzy," He had a gun in his hand.
I groaned and followed his instructions, coughing up more blood in the process. The clown who was hurting me was standing completely still, his eyes following The Joker.
"You know Lizzy," he stood behind me, "you really need to learn how to protect yourself against these…clowns."
He smacked his lips in my ear and grabbed my hands, placing the gun between them.
"Shoot him."
"What?" I gasped. "No. I-I-"
"Don't tell me you're religious."
The Joker took the gun, placed it in my right hand, and guided my hand to my head until the cold steel was pressed firmly against my temple.
"Look, you'll be going to hell either way, puddin'. Whether it be because you follow my directions and shoot Scott over there, or because you'll shoot yourself."
Before I knew what was happening, he placed his hand over mine, our fingers pull the trigger. It clicked and I jumped.
No bullets.
"Shoot him Lizzy," The Joker whispered. "There's no bullets. Just do it. It's okay."
"You promise?" I asked.
"I pinky promise. You can trust me Elizabeth."
I pulled the trigger and the gun went off, the clown staggering to the floor as blood exited his chest. My heart stopped, I dropped the gun, I couldn't breathe. What had I done?
"Oh, God. Oh…oh…shit."
The Joker clapped, his laughter echoing through the room.
"Russian Roulette is not the same without bullets," He cackled. "You honestly thought that there wasn't a bullet in there?"
"Yes," My voice cracked.
I fell to my knees, tears pouring out of my eyes and into my cuts, immediately stinging my cheeks. The clown's blood began to run in a path towards me.
"I've broken you haven't I?" The Joker asked. "I've taken you, my little tinker toy, and I've played with you and made you mine, and now look at you. You're broken."
"I'm not-"
"Yes you are, admit it. I ruined you like hotel honeymoon sheets."
I sobbed and felt blood trickle out of my mouth. I sniffed and felt immediate pain flood through my body from my broken nose. I felt hands touch my shoulders.
"You're broken Lizzy," The Joker pressed. "I ruined you. Just admit it."
I shook my head, I felt like I was going to pass out from blood loss. I swayed and decided to lie on the cold ground.
"Oh no you don't!" The Joker picked me up. "You're not going to stay here. After all, all broken toys must go to the toy shop."
I tried to kick but things were growing dark. I wasn't sure if it was this room or my body.
"Where are you taking me?" I groaned.
"To get you fixed. Besides I changed my mind, I haven't finished playing with you just yet."
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Sorry for not updating. I know you're probably getting tired of waiting like this.
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Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 20/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (I felt my eyes water and buried my face in my knees.
I woke up and groaned, my head spinning fast, almost as if I were on a merry-go-round. I sat up and quickly noticed my exposed frame. I scrambled to find the sheets but noticed everything had been taken off of the bed including the pillows.
"Lizzie, Lizzie. Looking for something?"
I blinked, my eyes focusing on The Joker who was sitting in a chair across from the bed, the bed sheets and comforter in his hands.
"Did you enjoy last night? I thought it was a slice of heaven!"
His laughter erupted throughout the room and I placed my fingers on my mouth, feeling the twinge of the cuts that he had given me. I remembered him having sex with me and I pulled my legs into my chest, wrapping my arms around them.
"Where's Bruce?" I asked.
"Brucey's not coming to get you. Neither is Batman. You're stuck with me."
I felt my eyes water and buried my face in my knees.
"Aww, don't cry," I felt a gloved hand on my bare shoulder. "We can have lots of fun together."
"Get away from me," I growled.
"I thought you liked it puddin', I mean, you loved it last night. Or did you forget? You came as well…Lizbeth."
His lips touched my spine causing me to shiver.
"Stop!" I screamed, feeling tears run down my face.
"Am I breaking you Lizzie?" The Joker asked. "Does it bother you that your body enjoyed me? Does it make you upset?"
I tried to push him away but he pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. He took off his gloves and ran his hands down my body, kissing my neck before looking into my eyes.
"You liked it Lizzie," He smiled. "You enjoyed every second of it."
I shook my head and closed my legs, hoping that he wouldn't take off his clothes. He rolled his eyes and opened my legs again.
"Ah, ah, ah," The Joker shook his finger. "Don't lie to yourself."
I felt two of his fingers enter me and bit my tongue, trying to keep myself from crying out in pleasure.
"Don't lie to yourself Lizzie," He smacked his lips. "Or you'll always wind up here…underneath me as I explore you. Whether you like it…or not."
I watched him tilt his head back and laugh as I writhed on the bed, trying to convince myself that I didn't like this.
XXXX Meanwhile (Normal POV)….
"Are you alright sir?"
Alfred stepped into the dark living room where Bruce Wayne was laying. He had been on the couch since he had come home without Elizabeth, and hadn't moved for hours.
"No," Bruce sat up. "I'm not alright. He took her Alfred. The Joker has her and I didn't do anything about it."
"Master Wayne, may I ask, was it for a good reason?" Alfred questioned.
"Yes, I mean, no, I mean…he wanted me to prove that I was Batman. There were witnesses. I didn't stop him from cutting her mouth…I couldn't…" Bruce let out an angry sigh and sat back on the couch, running a hand through his hair. "She probably hates me for it."
"If I may say so, Elizabeth seems like the kind of girl who would not blame you or hate you for not saving her. She would understand why you didn't."
"No, she wouldn't," Bruce argued. "I never told her that I was Batman. I was saving it for later, much, much later."
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Sorry for the wait. I've had AP English homework and I've been swamped with other things. Only this weekend have I been able to breathe.
I made my bf a garter for Homecoming in October and he loves it.
Plus we just got class ring info so now I'm excited about that as well.
Despite the stress, junior year is looking nice
If anyone wants to see the ring or the garter message me and i'll gladly share
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Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 18/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
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People scattered out of the emergency exits like cockroaches in attempt to leave the restaurant before the Joker got a chance to look at them. Bruce gripped my hand from across the table as he stared at the Joker.
"Bruce," I panicked. "We need to get out of here."
Bruce didn't move, he didn't even blink.
"Bruce, The Joker is out to get me. We seriously need to go."
Bruce remained seated, not paying attention to a word I said. I felt my heart pound in my chest, and it wasn't from his touch. The Joker licked his lips and made his way to us.
"Hey toots," He giggled. "Elizabeth isn't it?"
I squeezed Bruce's hand, my eyes shifting back and forth between Bruce and The Joker as I tried to take deep breaths.
"Aww, you look nervous," The Joker stopped at our table. "Is it the scars?"
I said nothing, my heart going 100 miles a minute. I wanted to scream but it felt like my mouth was glued shut. I wanted to call for help, but it seemed like everyone had exited the building except for us.
"Would you like some of your own?"
I shook my head.
"Oh, I think you do."
I could feel my breath catch in my throat as I felt The Joker pull me up by my hair.
"Mind if I take her off your hands? Thanks!"
I let out a yelp and watched Bruce stare up at him without even a flicker of fear in his eyes. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he helping me? Why wasn’t he calling for help? Was he that upset about our kiss that he didn't care what happened to me next?
"Don't you want to save your new squeeze Brucey?" He asked. "Or should I say," He lowered his voice, "Batman?"
Bruce stiffened and The Joker smirked.
"You didn't think I knew, did you?"
"What are you talking about?" Bruce asked.
"Oh come on," The Joker giggled. "I've been thinking about you lately. You're the only one in Gotham who can afford those little gadgets of Batman's. Plus, you're the last one anyone would suspect. At least now, I can test my hypothesis."
He spun me around and stuck the blade in my mouth.
"Oh, Brucey. If you want to save Elizabeth, prove to me that you are Batman. Fight me. Hit. Me. Talk to me in that low voice of yours. I know it's you."
"I'm," Bruce's voice wavered. "I'm not Batman."
"Well, since you're sure about that," The Joker smacked his lips. "Then I guess you won't have a problem with me doing this."
I felt the skin of my cheeks tear open as the cold steel of his knife ripped away at my right cheek. He sawed his knife back and forth, slowly thrusting the blade in and out of my mouth before stopping about an inch away from the corner of my mouth. I felt blood and tears trickle down my face as he sawed away at the other side of my mouth.
"There," The Joker laughed. "A baby smile. Next time I won't be as nice."
I swallowed, immediately tasting the metallic blood as it slid down my throat. The Joker pressed his lips against mine. I felt his tongue glide against my new cuts and squeezed my eyes shut in pain.
"Yummy."
He loosened his grip on my body and I fell onto the ground. I stared up at Bruce with tear-blurred eyes, pain surging through my body. Bruce's hands curled into fists as he stood up and glanced down at me.
"I'm sorry."
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Sorry I took so long to update. School and homework prevented me from updating. I'm gonig to try harder.
I have a Joker one-shot (no love involved, just The Joker) if you want to read it. Click here
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Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 17/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (If I wanted you gone, I would have told you.)
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"So…" Bruce nodded.
"So…" I nodded.
We were at dinner and things between us were somewhat awkward, they had been ever since the drowning incident three days ago. Bruce and I rarely spoke to each other, even at meals, we avoided eye contact with each other, and he chose to sleep on the couch instead of sleeping in his bed with me. I guess since the 'Prince of Gotham' had seen me naked and had given me CPR, he either hated me or he was extremely embarrassed about the entire situation, like I was. So today, in order to fill the awkward gap between us, Bruce offered to take me wherever I wanted for dinner. I chose The Cheesecake Factory.
"Do you want any wine?" Bruce asked.
"No thank you," I stared at my iced tea. "I'm underage remember?"
"That's right."
Bruce ran his middle finger around the rim of his wine glass, we were waiting for our meals to arrive and our small talk sucked.
"Bruce?" I bit my lip.
"
"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I didn't mean to almost drown. I know you're going to tell me that it's not my fault, but it is. I should have paid attention to the water. I'm sorry. I know you probably hate me, even if you don't, I don't care. I'm still going to say sorry. We've been freezing each other out for days. We need to talk to each other."
"I don't hate you. It's alright, it's mainly my fault. I haven't been very open to you and don't take it personally. I'm just not very open to women. I'm not used to having a woman around me for more than a night."
"I understand…Bruce," I leaned forward in my chair, placed my hands on the table, and whispered, "If you want me to leave, I will-"
"No, no, no, no, no," Bruce placed his hands on the table hand out. "I don't want you to leave. Please, stay."
"But, Bruce-"
He took my hand in his and leaned forward in his chair, his face close to mine.
"If I wanted you gone, I would have told you.
"Bruce-"
Before I knew what was happening, Bruce's lips were planted against mine. I blinked in surprise before closing my eyes and kissing him back. I wasn't falling for Bruce Wayne
Was I?
He snapped me out of my thoughts as he raised my chin with his finger, intensifying the kiss while I remembered to breathe through my nose. Half a second later, Bruce ended the kiss as quickly as he had initiated it.
"I'm sorry," Bruce pulled away. "I shouldn't have done that."
I looked down to hide from his eyes and touched my lips with my fingers, quickly regretting the decision to kiss him back. What was I thinking anyway? I'd only known him for three, maybe four days. I couldn't kiss him.
"I mean," Bruce continued to explain. "I should have kissed you but…I shouldn't have."
"What do you mean?" I furrowed my brow.
"We can't fall in love, I mean, I don't want you to fall in love with me."
"Wait, what? Why?"
"
"Oh....okay," I nodded.
"I don't want you to get hur-"
Suddenly a loud bang filled the air, causing our attention to turn hastily towards the door.
"Good evening ladies and gentleman! Will the real Batman please stand up?"
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I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while.
Title: Mad Hatters Prefer Glass Bandages and Creamed Strawberries 1/1
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: R
Pairing: None
Genre: Violence, Angst, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Note: Joker's POV, one shot
Summary: (Forgive me for laughing, but please try to understand how funny this was.)
I opened my eyes wearily, waking up to the agonizing pain radiating from my face. I swallowed a thick mass of spit in my mouth and immediately tasted something strange. I remained still and continued swallowing, the 'spit' accumulating quickly, almost as if it were dripping, leaking into my mouth like a faucet. I decided that it wasn't spit; spit doesn't taste like a coin, blood tastes like a coin.
Blood.
Good ol' coppery flavored blood.
It doesn't mean shit to me now but it mattered to me then. Then and only then. I could smell blood, lots of it. I could taste blood, lots of it. I could see blood,
Lots. Of. It.
There was a pool gathering around my head as it dripped from my lips.
Plink, plop, splash, drop.
It's hilarious. Remembering it sends me into hysterics.
Plink, plop, splash, drop.
I began to wonder why this blood was coming from my lips and then I noticed it, the razor in my hand. My hand had a minor cut on it from gripping the small, rectangular metal so tightly. All I could think was, 'It's a good thing mummy and daddy aren't home to see this'. I sat up and immediately felt gravity pull me down, but I resisted. My head was whirling and I felt as if I had attended a rave and taken 'E'. I groaned and grabbed the counter top, dragging myself up until I faced it. That filthy reflecting glass otherwise known as a mirror that stood judgmentally in front of me.
Freak
It echoed through my head as I wiped off the grimy mirror with my sleeve. I was called many names at school, including, 'Jack the Abject' and, my personal favorite, 'Jack the Freak'. I guess there are many synonyms of 'freak' or 'outcast' that rhyme with 'Jack' and 'Napier'. In any sense, that was the title that loomed over my head since grade school.
Jack the freak
Kids can be so cruel. Here I was in high school, a fucking junior, and I was still being called 'Jack the freak'.
Kids are too kind.
Sucking in my breath, I closed my eyes and opened them hesitantly, staring at my features. My hair was still green from a nice little prank from the freshman and my both of my eyes were still recovering from the double black eyes that the football team had given me during homecoming a few weeks ago. What can I say? I stopped fighting back in Jr. High. I learned quickly that it wasn't worth it. My eyes traveled down to my mouth…
My jagged, bloody mouth.
Plink, plop, splash, drop.
Blood streamed from the cuts that ran from either side of my mouth to the middle of my cheeks like a geyser. I ran a finger across my top lip, and then my bottom lip, feeling for any other cuts.
"Ow," I cringed.
There was a cut there too. Small, but there. Some say we're all cherry on the inside, but I think it's more of a strawberry hue. I blinked a few times, processing the pain. Without a word, I touched the cuts, feeling the salt of my hands burn the open wounds, smearing the blood across my mouth like lipstick.
I. Liked. It.
I smiled, feeling my skin split as the blood continued to drip into my mouth. The only way to describe what I did next is with one word.
Curiosity.
I stuck my fingers inside of the cuts, twisting them around feeling the meat and skin and severed veins from inside my cheeks. It felt weird and burned like hell but I couldn't stop myself.
I couldn't resist.
I removed my left hand from my face and pumped a bit of anti-bacterial hand wash from the sink onto my fingertips. The smell of blood and strawberries and cream soap filled my nose as I stuck my left fingers back inside my cheeks. I felt my eyes roll back into my head, half from the pleasure, half from the pain.
More, more, I had to feel more
I pumped a bit of the strawberries and cream soap onto my right fingertips and dug them back into my cheeks, feeling the immediate searing sting of the anti-bacterial. I smiled with my fingers inside of my cheeks. If only the kids at school could see me now.
They'd see me soon enough.
I removed my fingers and grabbed several paper towels, wiping the excess blood away so I could see my new smile. My red smile, my black eyes and my hair, I looked like a clown.
A Joker.
At least now, the kids at school had a reason to call me 'freak'. Now I really was one. But hey, at least I'd be smiling with them.
Haha
Ah Haha Ha
Ah Ha Haha Haha Ha Ha
Forgive me for laughing, but please try to understand how funny this was. Waking up with a razor in your hand and blood around you with absolutely no recollection of what happened, only to find yourself with an artificial smile was hilarious. It was like, ha-ha, just thinking about it now just makes me giggle.
It was like plastic surgery at its best.
I chuckled until I couldn't breathe. I chortled until I coughed up blood. I laughed until my tongue lapped away all of the blood. I tittered until I tinkled in my pants. I felt the warmth of urine run down my leg and onto the floor. I leaned over the sink, staring at my trembling, hysterical frame.
The fact that I had pissed myself made it even funnier.
I stared at the watch on my wrist, dad would be home soon, time to stitch myself up. Grabbing a needle and thread from a sewing kit my mom kept in the bathroom drawer, I threaded the needle and shoved it into my cheek. I knew that I would never be Jack again. I also knew that I'd probably get Tetanus or some other disease, but I didn't care. I smiled against the needle, weaving it in and out.
In and out.
In between Jack and The Joker. In between the blood and the meat. In between the strawberries and cream.
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I tried this from The Joker's POV. I really enjoyed writing this one-shot.
It scared me how fun it sort of was...
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Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 16/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (I sunk down into the bath until the water went up to my chin
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The sun peaked through the windows of Bruce's penthouse and I yawned, opening my eyes wearily.
"Bruce," I groaned.
I reached my arm out to my side, my hand touching the cold mattress and sheets where Bruce laid only hours before.
"Bruce?" I rolled over. "Bruce?"
I sat up and ran a hand through my hair anxiously. Where did he go?
"Miss Elizabeth," Alfred knocked on the door. "Are you decent?"
"Mm hmm," I nodded. "Alfred, you can come in."
Alfred entered the room with a tray of food complete with sandwich, an apple, carrot sticks, a glass of milk, and a vase of flowers.
"How did you sleep?" He asked with a smile.
"So-so," I suppressed a yawn.
"Master Bruce thought that you would like a bit of lunch in bed," Alfred set the tray in front of me. "He should be home from work in less than an hour."
"Thank you Alfred," I smiled slightly. "I know you must have gone through a lot of trouble to make this, but I'm not hungry. I'm sorry."
"It's quite alright. Are you feeling well otherwise?"
"Yeah. I think I'm going to take a bath to relax a little, I'm a little tense."
"I will leave you alone," Alfred grabbed the tray and stood up. "I do believe Master Bruce left you another outfit to wear in the bathroom. If you need anything, I'm in the other room."
"Thank you," I bit my lip. "Alfred?"
"Yes Miss Elizabeth?"
"Bruce, did he tell you everything about me?"
"Yes," Alfred nodded. "I'm sorry that that happened to you."
I nodded and watched him leave the room. Rubbing my eyes, I walked into Bruce's bathroom and closed the door behind me. I felt the cold marble beneath my bare feet as I walked over to his Jacuzzi bathtub. My eyes scanned the bathroom for some sort of bubble bath, or any type of liquid body wash that would bubble once water was poured on it. I walked over to the shelves above his counter and groaned at the amount of choices I had.
"Axe," I muttered. "Body spray, Axe Shower Scrub."
That's funny, he didn't seem like he was an Axe kind of guy.
"Dial for Men Hydrating Body Wash," I read off the titles. "Men's Zone Skin Care, Degree Anti-Perspirant, Gillette 2 in 1 Oil Control Face Wash and Body Wash, One A Day Men's Vitamins, Irish Spring Body Wash with Aloe, Nivea for Men Aftershave, Nivea for Men Energy Body Wash."
Wow…seriously?
I grabbed the Irish Spring Body Wash off of the counter and walked back over to the tub. Closing the drain in the tub, I flipped open the body wash lid and squeezed a bit of its contents near the drain.
"La de da de da de dum."
I turned the water on and waited for it to get warm before walking back over to the counter. I unbuttoned the dress shirt I was wearing and took it off, followed by my boxers. Well, they weren't my boxers, but you get the idea. I took off my bra and stared at my face in the mirror. Bruce had a right to be worried about my health, I didn’t look too well. I walked over to the bathtub and turned the water off, stepping into the frothy water.
"Mmm," I groaned, submerging myself in the bubbles.
I sunk down into the bath until the water went up to my chin
'Relax,' I thought. 'Breathe, let go. You're safe.'
Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths and allowed myself to relax. I began to hum 'Hey Jude' to myself and, as I before I realized what was happening, I slipped further down into the bath. I felt water touch my forehead and air touch my knees and opened my eyes, staring at the water in front of and around me. I blinked and felt the water sting my eyes slightly. I stayed under longer than I should and felt water enter my nose and throat as darkness engulfed me.
XXX Normal POV
"Welcome home Master Bruce," Alfred smiled.
"Good afternoon Alfred," Bruce smiled back. "Is Elizabeth awake yet?"
"Yes. She said she wasn't hungry and that she was going to take a bath, sir."
"Thank you Alfred."
Bruce untied his tie as he entered his bedroom, passed right by his bed, and walked to his bathroom.
"Elizabeth?" He knocked on the door. "Are you in there?"
No answer.
"Elizabeth?"
Furrowing his brow, Bruce opened his bathroom door and gasped. The bathtub was full and the only thing that was the tips of Elizabeth's knees. Bruce's heart jumped into his throat as he rushed over to her, pulling her out of the tub.
"Elizabeth," Bruce laid her down. "Can you hear me?"
Bruce pressed an ear to chest and frowned. Opening her mouth slightly, Bruce pressed his lips against hers, breathing into her mouth twice. Two breaths, 30 pumps.
"Come on, come on," He pressed his hands against her chest.
Around the tenth pump, Elizabeth convulsed and rolled over, coughing madly as she spit up water.
"Oh thank God," Bruce sighed in relief.
She sat up, trying to catch her breath while Bruce tried not to look at her bare frame.
"Bruce?" Elizabeth gasped.
"Yes?"
She wrapped her arms around him and whispered two words:
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I'm having a crappy day, great comments will make me smile. School starts Monday, but that should not effect the speed of my updates...hopefully
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- Music:Saosin - I Never Wanted To | Scrobbled by Last.fm
Title: Parasitic Psychos Make for Planless Fireworks 15/?
Author: mionemalfoy1203 (or way1203 as I'm known on other sites)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joker/OFC, Bruce/ OFC
Genre: Violence, Supsense, Horror
Warnings: Spoilers very minor
Disclaimer: Nolanverse, so Nolan and WB are the true owners. If i was the owner, the Joker would live in my closet.
Summary: (And that was just today.)
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The Joker stared as his henchman's body fell to the floor, blood gushing from his jugular veins.
"You know," He smacked his lips. "I never really liked you anyway. Matt! Get in here and clean Ryan up."
A man wearing a smiling clown mask with red and orange hair attached entered the room. Shuttering at his fallen comrade, he grabbed a large trash bag from a nearby drawer and proceeded to his assigned task.
"Is it so hard to ask for someone to find me an innocent?" The Joker growled.
After The Joker had discovered that Elizabeth was now in Bruce Wayne's clutches, he decided to busy himself with other, more important tasks, like killing people.
"No Boss," Matt shook his head. "It's not hard."
So far, he had killed 3 henchmen, a man on the street, successfully ripped off another mob boss, and recruited 5 more henchmen.
And that was just today.
"Do I have to do everything myself here?"
"No, Boss," Matt picked up the bag containing Ryan. "You don't."
The Joker watched as Matt opened a window and threw Ryan into the dumpster waiting two stories below.
"Job's done," Matt closed the window. "Need anything else Boss?"
The Joker opened his mouth but stopped, raising an eyebrow in annoyance. Matt was being awfully loyal…too loyal. Opening his mouth again, he pointed to a spot directly in front of him.
"Can you stand right here? I wanna tell you something."
"Sure thing Boss," Matt stood where The Joker pointed and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "What did you need to tell me Boss?"
"Nobody likes a kiss ass."
With another swipe from his knife, The Joker lost another henchman.
"Sam!" The Joker called. "Get in here and clean Matt up!"
Another man in a straight-faced clown mask with entered the room, groaning when he saw Matt's broken body.
"Batman, Batman, Batman," The Joker muttered.
He exited the room and frowned in thought. How long would it take for Bruce to become attached to Elizabeth?
"Hmm."
Entering his room, he opened his closet and pulled out three grenades, a clean knife, a gun, and a detonator. He hoped it would take long enough for him to rob another bank and blow up a few more buildings. After filling his pockets with the items, he headed for a nearby motel. He needed time alone to think.
"Welcome to the Gotham City Roadside Motel," A perky blonde smiled at him. "I'm Sarah-"
She stopped, suddenly realizing who he was. Before she could scream, he shut her up.
"Not the brightest bulb in the tanning bed, are you?" The Joker smiled.
He stuffed his gun back into his pocket and grabbed a room key from the counter. He shuffled down the dimly lit hallway until he found room 127. This would have to work for now; he just needed a quiet place to work out his plan.
Not that he had one anyway.
"Home Sweet Home," he muttered to himself.
Unlocking the door, his laughter boomed through the hallways as he closed the door behind him. The walls were plain and dull, the carpet was a rustic red, and the bed was squeaky and worn, possibly filled with semen from lovers who had spent their hours inside each other. Just as he sought to do with Elizabeth once he got his hands on her, whether she liked it…
Or not.
