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"I know what your thinking..." She whispered, holding is head up to hers, letting her lips glide across his cheek to come to his lips, hauntingcoos in his ears. "that your so different, your so special...Just because you were the Batman's side kick..."
His jaw tightened when he heard her say his name, feeling almost thankful that she couldn't see it from under his helmet. Jason Todd. How had she known? He was distracted by the helpless feeling (of which he tried his best to ignore) when she upright the chair once more and he was kicked into the wall. Ow.
He coughed, trying to regain what little air he had in his lungs and glared at her. This was starting to get less fun and more annoying. "You're going to make me hate my existence? Sorry babe, you missed that train a while ago," he said when he had the oxygen to do so. But the smirk that followed was quickly wiped away when she brought up his "trauma" and removed him of his helmet.
So dying and being resurrected was simply classified as "trauma" now? A while ago it was thought of as impossible by most of the general public. Now it had a psychiatric classification? My, the things that change while one's away.
He only glared at her, no longer amused, while she went into detail about how own death and relating it to her brother's. He wanted to laugh at her, not because he was amused, but because he knew that the two events were nothing alike. This Carter guy was nothing like him. Nothing.
At least, that's what he told himself.
Next, his mask was gone and he only continued to glare, not shying away from her bare-eyed gaze. He made no move when she shimmied closer, eventually coming to the point where she was straddling him. He hid the slight discomfort that stirred in his abdomen. What the hell was she doing? He didn't say anything.
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She rolled her eyes. "Your not anymore special then a drown victim. Their heart stops three or four times, they experience death over and over again and are brought back to life you ignorant c**t." She hissed with venom in his ear.
"No Jason. You don't hate yourself yet. You don't truely hate yourself until you love every little flaw. You have this aura of self righteousness. But who gave you permission to judge the innocent and the guilty. you yourself know that Justice is flawed so why do you followed the rules made by justice. Idiot."
With this she started to shift her hips, grinding against where she knew his manhood lay hidden, lips running back along his jaw to look him in the eyes once again. "You don't hate your existence until you pity yourself, love yourself, hate yourself, and until you need, until you crave the embrace of myself...I am going to continue to make you hate yourself." she said with a smile, taking his lips into her own. She was going to own him, and use him to make Batman pay
 EdenofVolttera · Mon Feb 18, 2013 @ 09:18am · 0 Comments |
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It's True!
