love and hate part nine (by lily! dark night love story gone horribly wrong!)
soz, quibblo stuffed up and the last couple of chapters i wrote just plainly screwed up. so im re-writing them hope you enjoy! =)
Anna pulled a golden dress over her head and Bruce walked up behind her and slowly zipped the dress up. She brushed her hair softly as Bruce got dressed in his new suit. Anna was bubbling with excitement, her first date with Bruce Wayne. She pulled on her golden heels and grabbed her matching purse. They held hands as they walked down the stairs and they greeted Alfred who was happy to see them two together after the fiasco with the Joker.
They road to the restaurant in a black limousine, talking excitedly about the movie they were going to watch. Alfred pulled up and opened the door and Anna stepped out and was nearly blinded by flashing lights. The media hounds surrounded the car taking photos of Bruce Wayne and his new girl Anna Kyles the Dancer. “Bruce!” Anna whispered hoarsely over her shoulder.
Bruce stood up and Anna linked her arm with his and they walked through the crowds. They walked through the double glass doors and the doorman quickly closed the doors, leaving the press and their cameras outside. Bruce walked up to the front desk with Anna still linked to his arm and whispered in the host’s ear. The young man shook his head as he looked down at the reservations but Bruce held out a roll of bills and smiled.
“Try again.” Bruce said smugly. The host took the roll of bills and picked up two menus. He ushered Anna and Bruce to a small table lit up by four white candles and in the middle was a milky white vase with five red roses. They were out of sight of the media and near the band and dance floor. Bruce held a chair out for Anna who swept her skirt under her and sat down. He sat down and they were handed their menus.
Anna felt uncomfortable having everybody staring at her; Bruce noticed her uncomfortableness and held her hand softly. She looked at the menu and her fingers trembled.
“Um Bruce, I can’t read French.” Bruce lent forward and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry Anna, I will fix it up.” He placed their orders and he held out his hand for Anna’s. She smiled and slipped her hand into his and they walked onto the dance floor. The music was slow but soft. Anna wrapped her arms around Bruce’s neck as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
They slowly revolved on the spot looking at each other, suddenly the music picked up and Anna grinned madly. She slipped her hands into his and they danced and took over the entire dance floor until everybody was around the edges clapping and cheering Bruce and Anna on. Bruce kissed Anna on the cheek and pulled Anna back to her seat where they were served dinner.
Dinner went by with small talk and laughter. Bruce paid the waiter and gave him a hundred dollar bill for a tip. They linked arms and walked out of the restaurant and down the street, and then suddenly there was a large bang and a loud cackling.
People ran through the streets screaming, as buildings and cars were blow up by the circus group. Anna turned to face Bruce to tell him it was a trap but he had suddenly disappeared, she ran back to the car and Alfred tried to get her to go back into the car. "No, Alfred! I need to find Bruce!" she cried hysterically. Alfred grabbed her arms and said quietly "Master Bruce just came to the car for his suit. He will meet up with us at Wayne manor."
Anna shook her head stubbornly and pulled away, running off to find Bruce.
She heard a giant explosion coming from the 'Shreck appliances and goods shop'. Bruce! She thought to herself as she ran towards the explosion, her dress ripping slightly as she run furiously.
She flew around the corner in time to see the penguin man, or Oswald as most people now called him, fly off on an umbrella with no fabric, just the wires and Batman chase after a Beautiful woman dressed up like a cat. Worry drained away and filled Anna with anger and resentment to this woman running around in tight black outfits and a whip.
She stormed over to the building and flung the door open. She flew up the stairs in rage but by the time she got to the roof, the catwoman was gone and Batman watched her as she landed in kitty litter and drove off into the night. "So much for our first date." she said bitterly. Batman spun around and went pale, Anna hand her hands on her hips and her dress was slightly ripped up the sides showing more of her thigh.
He clutched his side and pulled out a metal claw, he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small remote. "two-fifty-nine Second Street" He said into the remote. He walked over to Anna and grabbed her arm softly. "Let’s go home." she let him pull her down the stairs and into the Batmobile where they drove for ten minutes in silence. "I’m sorry; I didn’t plan for this to happen. I know the penguin man is up to something, something horrible that’s going to destroy all of Gotham."
Anna just stared angrily out of the tinted window, trying to stand her ground and Bruce or Batman wasn’t getting away with it easily. They drove straight through a waterfall and into the Batcave. Anna jumped out and stormed off to her own room leaving Bruce bleeding in the cave. Bruce pulled off his suit and changed into a grey singlet and black tracksuit pants.
He then walked up the stairs and pulled the handle back and walked into Wayne manor to find Anna. He knew she would be in her room staring at the ring, she never let him see it up close but he knew she loved him and no one else. Or so he hoped. He opened the door slowly and sure enough she was laying on the bed staring at the ring with tears threatening to break through.
"Is there a beautiful, forgiving dancer who knows first aid in this room?" he asked softly. Anna looked up and wiped her eyes and quickly shoved the ring back down her dress. "Let’s see the damage" she choked out. Bruce smiled and walked over and sat down on her bed, Anna helped lift Bruce’s shirt up. She gasped, the catwoman had cut him deeply, it almost looked like small stab wounds.
She shook her head and pulled out a first aid kit from her draws and began cleaning the wound. "How about once we finish up here, we go down stairs, curl up on the lounge next to the fire and we watch a movie while sipping Champaign?" Anna grinned madly at the suggestion and began applying the dressing. Bruce played with her hair as she did this. She pulled back and gave Bruce his singlet, Bruce pulled it back over his muscles and kissed her softly on the lips.
He could taste her strawberry in her lipstick, and the soft smell of vanilla from her hair caressed his senses. He slipped his hand into hers and they walked down the stairs. Anna stopped half way down and pulled off one high heel, Bruce went down on one knee and held her other leg and slowly slipped the other shoe off. He hand stayed on her leg and slowly moved its way up to her waist where he stood up and pulled her close to him.
She smirked and said slyly, "Well, we could skip the movie and the Champaign and just go up to bed." she slipped her hand up his singlet and onto his chest. He chuckled softly and leant over and kissed her with a little more pressure. She kissed back with even more pressure, running her fingers over his chest as his down her back.
A light shined again through the window, Anna looked and groaned. "Bruce, Bat signal again. Can’t you get a day off? Or night off?" Bruce pulled back and laughed softly. He ran his hand through a lock of her soft brown hair and stared at her deep blue eyes. She picked up her shoes and walked up the stairs, but before she reached the top Bruce called out. "It won’t always be this way Anna, I Promise. One day Gotham won’t need Batman."
Anna smiled weakly and turned around before he could notice the tears in her eyes. Bruce walked off to get changed again.
"That day will never come..." she whispered hoarsely.
They road to the restaurant in a black limousine, talking excitedly about the movie they were going to watch. Alfred pulled up and opened the door and Anna stepped out and was nearly blinded by flashing lights. The media hounds surrounded the car taking photos of Bruce Wayne and his new girl Anna Kyles the Dancer. “Bruce!” Anna whispered hoarsely over her shoulder.
Bruce stood up and Anna linked her arm with his and they walked through the crowds. They walked through the double glass doors and the doorman quickly closed the doors, leaving the press and their cameras outside. Bruce walked up to the front desk with Anna still linked to his arm and whispered in the host’s ear. The young man shook his head as he looked down at the reservations but Bruce held out a roll of bills and smiled.
“Try again.” Bruce said smugly. The host took the roll of bills and picked up two menus. He ushered Anna and Bruce to a small table lit up by four white candles and in the middle was a milky white vase with five red roses. They were out of sight of the media and near the band and dance floor. Bruce held a chair out for Anna who swept her skirt under her and sat down. He sat down and they were handed their menus.
Anna felt uncomfortable having everybody staring at her; Bruce noticed her uncomfortableness and held her hand softly. She looked at the menu and her fingers trembled.
“Um Bruce, I can’t read French.” Bruce lent forward and kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry Anna, I will fix it up.” He placed their orders and he held out his hand for Anna’s. She smiled and slipped her hand into his and they walked onto the dance floor. The music was slow but soft. Anna wrapped her arms around Bruce’s neck as he wrapped his hands around her waist.
They slowly revolved on the spot looking at each other, suddenly the music picked up and Anna grinned madly. She slipped her hands into his and they danced and took over the entire dance floor until everybody was around the edges clapping and cheering Bruce and Anna on. Bruce kissed Anna on the cheek and pulled Anna back to her seat where they were served dinner.
Dinner went by with small talk and laughter. Bruce paid the waiter and gave him a hundred dollar bill for a tip. They linked arms and walked out of the restaurant and down the street, and then suddenly there was a large bang and a loud cackling.
People ran through the streets screaming, as buildings and cars were blow up by the circus group. Anna turned to face Bruce to tell him it was a trap but he had suddenly disappeared, she ran back to the car and Alfred tried to get her to go back into the car. "No, Alfred! I need to find Bruce!" she cried hysterically. Alfred grabbed her arms and said quietly "Master Bruce just came to the car for his suit. He will meet up with us at Wayne manor."
Anna shook her head stubbornly and pulled away, running off to find Bruce.
She heard a giant explosion coming from the 'Shreck appliances and goods shop'. Bruce! She thought to herself as she ran towards the explosion, her dress ripping slightly as she run furiously.
She flew around the corner in time to see the penguin man, or Oswald as most people now called him, fly off on an umbrella with no fabric, just the wires and Batman chase after a Beautiful woman dressed up like a cat. Worry drained away and filled Anna with anger and resentment to this woman running around in tight black outfits and a whip.
She stormed over to the building and flung the door open. She flew up the stairs in rage but by the time she got to the roof, the catwoman was gone and Batman watched her as she landed in kitty litter and drove off into the night. "So much for our first date." she said bitterly. Batman spun around and went pale, Anna hand her hands on her hips and her dress was slightly ripped up the sides showing more of her thigh.
He clutched his side and pulled out a metal claw, he put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small remote. "two-fifty-nine Second Street" He said into the remote. He walked over to Anna and grabbed her arm softly. "Let’s go home." she let him pull her down the stairs and into the Batmobile where they drove for ten minutes in silence. "I’m sorry; I didn’t plan for this to happen. I know the penguin man is up to something, something horrible that’s going to destroy all of Gotham."
Anna just stared angrily out of the tinted window, trying to stand her ground and Bruce or Batman wasn’t getting away with it easily. They drove straight through a waterfall and into the Batcave. Anna jumped out and stormed off to her own room leaving Bruce bleeding in the cave. Bruce pulled off his suit and changed into a grey singlet and black tracksuit pants.
He then walked up the stairs and pulled the handle back and walked into Wayne manor to find Anna. He knew she would be in her room staring at the ring, she never let him see it up close but he knew she loved him and no one else. Or so he hoped. He opened the door slowly and sure enough she was laying on the bed staring at the ring with tears threatening to break through.
"Is there a beautiful, forgiving dancer who knows first aid in this room?" he asked softly. Anna looked up and wiped her eyes and quickly shoved the ring back down her dress. "Let’s see the damage" she choked out. Bruce smiled and walked over and sat down on her bed, Anna helped lift Bruce’s shirt up. She gasped, the catwoman had cut him deeply, it almost looked like small stab wounds.
She shook her head and pulled out a first aid kit from her draws and began cleaning the wound. "How about once we finish up here, we go down stairs, curl up on the lounge next to the fire and we watch a movie while sipping Champaign?" Anna grinned madly at the suggestion and began applying the dressing. Bruce played with her hair as she did this. She pulled back and gave Bruce his singlet, Bruce pulled it back over his muscles and kissed her softly on the lips.
He could taste her strawberry in her lipstick, and the soft smell of vanilla from her hair caressed his senses. He slipped his hand into hers and they walked down the stairs. Anna stopped half way down and pulled off one high heel, Bruce went down on one knee and held her other leg and slowly slipped the other shoe off. He hand stayed on her leg and slowly moved its way up to her waist where he stood up and pulled her close to him.
She smirked and said slyly, "Well, we could skip the movie and the Champaign and just go up to bed." she slipped her hand up his singlet and onto his chest. He chuckled softly and leant over and kissed her with a little more pressure. She kissed back with even more pressure, running her fingers over his chest as his down her back.
A light shined again through the window, Anna looked and groaned. "Bruce, Bat signal again. Can’t you get a day off? Or night off?" Bruce pulled back and laughed softly. He ran his hand through a lock of her soft brown hair and stared at her deep blue eyes. She picked up her shoes and walked up the stairs, but before she reached the top Bruce called out. "It won’t always be this way Anna, I Promise. One day Gotham won’t need Batman."
Anna smiled weakly and turned around before he could notice the tears in her eyes. Bruce walked off to get changed again.
"That day will never come..." she whispered hoarsely.
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great
awesome, as always :)