Seven Sins
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,057
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Batman/Dark Knight franchise or characters ect and so forth and am not profiting from this story in any way.
Rage
Rage
I didn't want to get angry.
But there he was, standing there with that infuriating smirk on his painted face, goading me on.
I saw red - I couldn't help it.
The next thing I knew, my foot was pressing down on the accelerator and I was speeding towards him. The bike was out of control, swerving and skidding on the oily tarmac - I was out of control. I could hear him shouting something and in that moment, even though I couldn't hear him over the sound of the roaring engine, I felt myself falling over the edge and any shred of reason I had left was lost beneath the deafening rush of adrenaline and blood pounding in my temples.
He began to walk - no, not walk, strut - towards me, his mouth, a vivid, bloody slash glistening in the glow of the streetlamps, working furiously.
A voice that didn't sound like mine spat something inaudible through clenched teeth - the fucking, murdering bastard!
I was getting closer, close enough to see the delicate pink of his tongue as it darted out...I felt my loins involuntarily tighten, remembering how that same hot, sticky, lying tongue had teased my own only a few night before. At the same time, my stomach churned and my gorge rose - how could I feel so much for such a lowlife? He had me panting like a fucking animal...God, how I hated him!
He was screaming now - but not in fear. He didn't have the capacity for that.
No, he was enjoying this. I could see it in his face as I sped towards him, bearing down upon him like one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse - his voice rose above the screeching of my tires, hoarse and gleeful.
"Hit me! I want you to hit me! Yes!"
I steeled myself and he opened his arms wide as if welcoming death.
He smiled.
And that was it...I couldn't do it.
I swerved and there was an earsplitting crash - suddenly I was on the ground and he was looking down at my broken body, still smiling.
"I knew you couldn't do it."
I didn't want to get angry.
But there he was, standing there with that infuriating smirk on his painted face, goading me on.
I saw red - I couldn't help it.
The next thing I knew, my foot was pressing down on the accelerator and I was speeding towards him. The bike was out of control, swerving and skidding on the oily tarmac - I was out of control. I could hear him shouting something and in that moment, even though I couldn't hear him over the sound of the roaring engine, I felt myself falling over the edge and any shred of reason I had left was lost beneath the deafening rush of adrenaline and blood pounding in my temples.
He began to walk - no, not walk, strut - towards me, his mouth, a vivid, bloody slash glistening in the glow of the streetlamps, working furiously.
A voice that didn't sound like mine spat something inaudible through clenched teeth - the fucking, murdering bastard!
I was getting closer, close enough to see the delicate pink of his tongue as it darted out...I felt my loins involuntarily tighten, remembering how that same hot, sticky, lying tongue had teased my own only a few night before. At the same time, my stomach churned and my gorge rose - how could I feel so much for such a lowlife? He had me panting like a fucking animal...God, how I hated him!
He was screaming now - but not in fear. He didn't have the capacity for that.
No, he was enjoying this. I could see it in his face as I sped towards him, bearing down upon him like one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse - his voice rose above the screeching of my tires, hoarse and gleeful.
"Hit me! I want you to hit me! Yes!"
I steeled myself and he opened his arms wide as if welcoming death.
He smiled.
And that was it...I couldn't do it.
I swerved and there was an earsplitting crash - suddenly I was on the ground and he was looking down at my broken body, still smiling.
"I knew you couldn't do it."