Nostalgia

He exhaled slowly and stepped towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me after him towards the ship. "Come on," he said with a tired hope in his voice. He pulled me under the ship and opened the bottom hatch, smiling softly to me. "We're going for a ride."

Stared at him for a moment before looking down and back up to the hatch, pulling myself into the ship. Looked around ship. Seemed different somehow. Stared at steel netting in back of ship; ended up walking over to it, a fond hand following the pattern.

"Reminiscing?" came soft voice behind me.

"Could say that."

"It's funny... I thought it was silly after I put it in, but it certainly saved us more than once." He chuckled lightly. "You remember that time one of Underboss' henchmen got a hold of that RPG-7? And he hit Archie's underside with it?"

"And they broke in the side door when we crashed. Always liked this ax." Touched handle, thinking back to that night.

"Eh heh. Yeah. They were certainly surprised."

"Not surprised for long." Smiled to myself, a brief chuckle finding me.

"Right. You're the reason I didn't put carpet in here." The ship hummed as it started up, panels casting light past me. Turned towards front and stared out window. Long history in here. Air never so thick. Lean back against mesh and slide self down to floor. Safe in Daniel's care. Head falls to arms propped up on knees. Dark.


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'The underworld's most feared vigilante...? What would they think of you now, Rorschach?' Hand on thigh, lips approaching own.

Jump awake. Unconscious unfunny. Didn't even get to interesting part. Shouldn't want to.

Sun is up; slept for a long time. Daniel is reclined in driver's seat, presumably asleep. Stand up slowly, stretching and quietly walking over to coffee maker, digging through the cabinets not so quietly.

"Looking for something?" Frown and turn towards Daniel. Wasn't asleep, though still in same position. Green box is sitting on the mapping panel, taunting. Walk over to panel and reach for it, hand stopped mid-grab. Frustration. Other hand places small cube against my palm. Grasp it possessively and break wrist free. Consume sugar; haven't eaten in long time. Should.

Watch him get up. His gaze is strange; tired? Walks past and fingers brush over oblique. Nose wrinkles reflexively. He pulls chinese box of food out of cabinet and offers it to me. Not polite to refuse hospitality. Take it and down fried noodles; satisfying. New life of indulgence gains stronger current.

Daniel is watching me with that strange look. Can't help but think I've seen it before. Remember that I have. Before the Comedian walked in the other night. Slide foot back slightly; become prey. Prey to Daniel. Strange thought.

His brow furrows slightly, but he doesn't move. Maybe his intentions aren't the same. Think of other night and lower abdominals tighten, mouth growing dry. Turn and go to look out window at scum-encrusted city below. Filth looking down on scum; something poets would write about.

Distraction not good enough as Veidt's tower glows, lifted above the rest. Groin grows hotter; not a good time. Take another cube of sugar from dash. Hear coffee pot lift up and liquid pour into cup. Footsteps toward me.

"Do you want any coffee with your sugar?" Turn towards him and grab cape fasteners, pulling him into a kiss. Glass shatters on floor, hot coffee soaks into socks. Surprise at first, followed by assertive hands submitting. Try to step back, but locked in. Break kiss, but can't speak. Fevered lips on neck, body pushed back against side of panels, hand grasping to the window for balance.

Hand on burning flesh elicits vocal exhale. Try to force self to resist, but cannot. With exhaustion gone, resistance seems a faded memory of decent days. Small pause as undershirt goes up. Ink still brands me; someone else's.

Pulled by shirt across ship and tossed into steel grate. Unintentionally rough. Elastic waistband escorted down by hasted, armored fingers. Wince as throbbing flesh is less than discreet. Snap of armor, clatter of glove on floor. Equal heat pressed against me, quivering hand holding us closer. I close my eyes and remember to breath. It feels treacherous, violating the sanctity of friendship. People who desire relations are fools. Love is just disguised anguish, preying upon the blind.

Hips buck up, thrusting flesh into his hand, against his own. It's good at hiding now, but it will show its true nature. I can only hope I die before it happens. Hands on his hips, pulling him closer. Our lips press together again, hand contouring to my back. He is so gentle, not timid, gentle. Affectionate. I break away from him and gasp. Running up buildings was never as difficult as this. He kisses down to my neck and my fingers drag against his armor.

His breath his heavy against my neck as we grind against one another. The thought is barbaric, but who has time to think. Everything is so quiet in the ship, except us. Still and cold, yet we cause the air to vibrate. My knees grow weaker and that now familiar sensation stirs.

My eyes find his; he is watching me with diligence. He is staring at me like newly married couples watching each other. Lovingly. I close my eyes, my hands quickly grabbing for the wall behind me. His name leaves my lips and my thoughts tumble away from me. My body pulses and warm fluid soaks through my shirt.

I slowly slide down the wall, unable to support myself any longer. Daniel follows down to his knees, an arm outstretched over me, hand against the wall. Through his heavy breaths come quiet laughter.

"I can't believe that just happened," he sighs, staring down.

Cannot think. Just respond with an exhausted 'hurm' and he chuckles again. He leans in and kisses me, rolling himself over to sit next to me. He pulls me onto him and I growl, punching him on the shoulder and sitting up on his lap. "Not woman, Daniel."

"Arg. All right. Christ." He rubs his shoulder and I wrinkle my nose, sitting down between his legs and laying back against him. He puts an arm over my chest hesitantly. Rest head against it, the smell of the armor an old comfort.

An old comfort.

{{Long time, I know. Had no internet for a month. More updates soon. Sorry for the wait.}}