|OOC Stuff (i_amooc) wrote in we_archive,|
@ 2006-08-02 23:25:00
|Entry tags:||barbara gordon, jack napier|
i_jest knowing you is loving you (Babs)
He'd done his best to keep himself from picking at the skin under the bandage that House had placed on his hand, but in the end, curiosity and morbid obsession won out, and he'd made the bandage bloody. Thankfully, it wasn't dripping through the white, he'd just gotten the sterile plain color all prettied up with red.
In one hand he held a black bag. It could have been flung over one shoulder, but then he might have ended up looking like one of those foofy men who carried a fucking murse and got their nails done. Jack did not get his nails done. Vanity was one thing, bordering on feminine was another.
Barbra's outfit was a little worse for wear. He'd worn it all the way home, and then for some time after. He'd played with the boys in it. Not thinking about it at all. Bud had so completely enjoyed the smell of the hem that he'd left with it, and Lou had decided to sleep on it when it'd been removed from Jack's body. He hoped Babs didn't mind a little hyena drool.
All day he'd been hanging out in her usual spots, waiting for her to turn up. She hadn't shown anywhere. He'd stopped in a coffee shop and had gotten himself a giant thing consisting of caffiene, chocolate, and some other things that maybe shouldn't have been mixed in with the previous two, but he'd insisted.
He stood outside drinking it and trying to think of where to look for Babs next.
From: i_seeall Date: 08/02/2006 23:41:43
The cafe on the corner at the border of the financial district lost a customer that morning. Too bad, as it was usually one of her favorites.
On her way to see Bruce at his office, Babs had decided to park at the edge of the district and go the rest of the way by foot. Or, wheels, as it were. The parking got worse as you went in towards the City Industry Towers and it wasn't something she felt like dealing with. All of the handicapped spots were usually taken.
It wasn't much of a journey either way, driving or walking, and going along the sidewalk gave her the opportunity to stop for coffee, which she really did need. She'd gotten eight hours of sleep the night before. Eight very wonderful hours which still needed to be suplimented by a double shot of expresso. But she was funtioning without yawns, and this was an improvement.
Her concentration was also about ten times better than it had been before. She felt better with it, knowing that it was possible that it would save her life.
Or simply notify her when it was time to cross the street and not stop for coffee. Like now.
Who knew that Jack of all people drank coffee. It wasn't something she stopped to ponder as she quickly made for a crosswalk, hoping to move before he saw her. This was everything she'd hoped to avoid for the afternoon.
From: i_jest Date: 08/02/2006 23:45:41
Oh ho ho. Babs could never escape Jack's eyes! Not ever! He dropped his drink to the sidewalk and sprinted to her side with a giant grin plastered on his face.
"Babsala!" he cried as he approached her. He put his hands on the back of her chair and urged it forward across the street, where he guided her to a shaded spot off of the immediate walkway.
He put her back to the wall and engaged her breaks so violently that for a moment he'd thought it might pop the tire.
"I've been looking for you all day, beautiful."
From: i_seeall Date: 08/02/2006 23:52:59
And didn't that just flatter her, she thought at the wheels jarred into their locked place. She hadn't tried to out run him, it wouldn't have worked and her arms would have ended up tired. Tiring out your main mode of defense was just about the most foolish thing you could do. Experience talking there.
She left the staff slid under her armrest alone for now, lest he take it from her too early in the game.
"What a coincidence, the police have been looking for you." Babs crossed her arms.
"What do you want, Jack? Breaking into my house wasn't enough?"
From: i_jest Date: 08/02/2006 23:58:24
"The police know where I am. If they don't, then they're giant ignorant twats and don't deserve anything more than slow painful deaths. For fuck sake, I sent out a flyer, papered the entire goddamned city with it. Retards. The lot of them."
He shook his head. Sidetracked. He had presents! From the bag he was carrying he pulled out her outfit and tossed it onto her lap.
"I did think you'd want this back. I would have let it for you, but your little houseboy wouldn't let me change. I see you're taking after Brucey and harboring small boys for sexual pleasures. I like that you went another way then the black hair blue eyed ones, that was getting boring. Seriously. How many blue eyed black haired kids can one sodomize before it starts getting routine? One, I'd think. But that's just me."
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 00:07:08
"Yes, I got the 'flyer'. Wonderful job cutting out the letters. Truely inspired. You--"
Her words were cut off when he threw the dress into her lap. She'd noted it missing from her closet even though Jake had done his best to clean up. It just hadn't bothered her, being unimportant in the general scheme of things. Her main concern had been Jake, and since he'd been fine and the attic had been untouched, the night was not a disaster.
For some reason receiving the garment back disturbed her a good deal more than Jack taking it in the first place. Babs looked down at it, knowing that there was no chance that she was bringing it back into her home.
Her temper and disgust flared again as he continued. "His name is Jake."
It was all she could say. Bad enough that her words had betrayed to Jack that she actually cared about the boy, Jack didn't need anymore details.
"And I hope for your sake that Bruce's name is staying off your lips. Because, let's remember... I can't keep him from killing you."
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 00:12:43
"Oh, please, Babsydoll. You know as well as I do that he won't ever take that plunge. Batsyboy has a little thing called morals, he'd never even think of doing such a thing as killing me. Not like I'd kill him. In a heartbeat. While laughing."
Jack leaned forward. "Oh yes, I do know, my dear. I do know everything. I know who he is. I know who you are. Dick. Tim. The only ones I don't know are Maxiepad and Terrior. Though, I can guess that the latter is not another Robin, he doesn't have the whupped butt boy submissiveness about him to have ever been a Robin. No. No. I do believe he's just jumped right into the Batbritches. But I could be wrong. Haven't had a lot of time to talk to him. There was an incident with a two by four."
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 00:23:45
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Babs said, giving her best 'I just don't give a damn' look. It was almost the exact opposite of what she was feeling, but admit weakness to Jack? She'd sooner die.
There was a certain weakness floating through her veins, the one that always came when he rattle off those names so easily. This was the first time he'd done it here, though she'd suspected that he knew. It was alwats just another thing entirely to hear him admit to it. It
The only comfort Babs was able to gain from his statement was that he still knew nothing about Max and Terry. If he wanted to assume that Max ran around in a costume, that was fine with her. He didn't know about both of her Helenas or Matt. Those were three aces she intended to hold onto.
"I'm so glad to hear that Terry's earning his keep, hitting you with two by fours." She drummed her fingers on her arm rest. "You know who we all are, so you must realise that if you do anything to me you'll have extended an invitation to Arkham to the entire Clan." As if they weren't coming anyway.
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 00:30:27
"PFFT!" And then he stuck his tongue out at her. "Don't you think I've planned for that already? Hm? Don't you think I have things in place for their arrival? Bring em on, Babsycakes! Let them all arrive at once! I welcome the Batclan! Plus any friends they might have. Oh yes. Oh! Yes!"
Jack composed himself. "Which brings me to my next gift for you. I knew I still had them somewhere, but they were just so tiny. I had to get them enlarged before I gave them to you. You just had to be able to see all the pretty details."
His hand was in the bag again, but he didn't fish around long. It was hard to miss the stack of photographs he had, they were the only other thing he'd brought with him, and they were huge.
"Our special time together. How could I forget? I thought you might want a reminder, some pretty things you could look at to make you think of me at night."
Jack dropped them into her lap. The top one was of her agonized face, eyes closed, spattered with her own blood. There were several shots and several angles. Including that of her wounds. Her torso. All parts of her. Stripped naked. Blood spattered. Photographed.
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 00:44:45
Babs looked down at the pictures, mentally rolling her eyes. She didn't have time for this. The whole point of this outing had been to catch Bruce before he took lunch so that they could discuss things. She was talking to him daily now, but even with that things always seemed to crop up.
Maybe it was the way her mind with flitting around to other topics or maybe it was simple repression, but when Babs gazed down at the pictures she didn't immediately recognise the body.
There was blood everywhere. Seeping from the wounds and matted with tangled hair. Jack hadn't left a shred of dignity to be found anywhere in those photos. Maybe that's why she couldn't identify immediately with the woman she was staring at.
But once she did her right hand immediately pressed up against her stomach. Jack won that round. "You're lucky my father didn't kill you then," she whispered.
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 00:48:52
"You're lucky your father didn't remain permanantly insane." Jack grinned at her. "Did he ever tell you what I did to him after? How I abused him? How I stripped him naked and let him loose in my amusement park? Took him on a ride in a house of horrors containing very very large copies of those images? Hmmmmmm? No!? He didn't tell you!? What a shame. Shame shame. Yes. Had my own fun with him, I did."
He leaned over and flicked through the images until he got to his favorite. He'd flipped her over and the exits could be seen as well as her lovely round ass.
"I like that one." He caught Babs' eye. "Your skin there is so soft, smooth. Sweet." He licked his lower lip.
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 00:59:50
To her credit, Babs' face remained still. The only outward sign of her distress was that her hand had yet to move from her stomach, and it would most likely remain there, right over the two circular scars. Her hand was stuck in that one spot, palm face down.
But her mind was reeling. Reeling in a way that would prevent her from going on duty tonight. Prevent her even from continuing on her way to Wayne Tower.
She couldn't take her eyes off that picture. She'd seen the ones he'd flipped through, seen that she'd cried for him. She could barely remember the experience as it was and had been happy with that arangement.
She'd been happier not knowing the details about her father as well. For she hadn't known them. This was all somewhat new and surreal to her.
Babs didn't say a word.
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 01:03:22
He moved so that he was at her side, and bent low to her ear.
"Do you see why you're so special to me now, Barbra? Look at you." He put his finger on the photo he liked best. "Such fun we had together. Such beautiful tears you cried for me."
He petted her hair, smoothing it down. Tucking it behind one of her ears. "I had a feeling you'd managed to block it all out. You begged me, Barbra. You begged for your life. You begged for me to not hurt you anymore. I tasted the salt of your tears."
Jack found another of her face. Very close up. Tears the focus of the shot. "Look at you. Just look. Think of the fun. Every time you see those scars, you can now remember the fun."
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 01:21:59
She'd blocked it out for a reason, most likely her subconscious had done the work for her while she'd been in that week long coma. That actually explained the coma, if they'd found her like this. Any normal human being would need a coma after this.
Still staring at the pictures, Babs wanted to tell him to get the hell off of her. She'd have brushed him off if she'd been able. But she couldn't, and that was a problem. Even during this, some little part of her brain told her that this was a problem.
But she couldn't solve it right now. "Jack, we're done. Stop." That wasn't a solution. No, a solution would have involved a hardened voice. Looking him in the eye. She couldn't do any of that. She was paralysed. Again.
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 01:26:56
"We're not done yet, my Babs. We're not done by a long shot. I have plans for you. I have games to play yet. And Max too. Can't forget Max. Just imagine that brave, proud girl broken like the girl in these photos." Jack's lips brushed Babs' ear. "Did you ever wonder why you scarred so bad? Hm? Did you?"
His voice lowered, deepened. "I stuck my finger in the holes. I felt your insides, Babs. Your slick, wet insides. In a way no person has ever felt your insides before. Not even Dick."
Double entendre much? Oh yes.
"Cry those pretty tears again for me, lovely. Think of how powerless you were. You were mine. All mine. I could have done so many things to you. Think of your father. Think of the pretty leather strappy outfit I got him into. Think of two little angry mutated midgets riding him around like a horse. Think of the electricity I put through his body."
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 01:40:56
Her father never told her this. Any of it. She could only guess that he hadn't wanted to talk about it anymore than she was ever going to want to talk about this again.
The entry wounds were throbbing. Phantom pain, many accident victims experienced it at one point or another. But not three years after the actual accident. Jack had something of a knack for that, sick and twisted as it was.
Babs listened to hi,. Her mind was following his exact instructions and she'd always had an excellent imagination, for all the good it was doing her now. Her father... she'd missed him upon first arriving here. Now he was all she wanted.
Arms that weren't Jack's, a voice that wasn't Jack's. She could feel his breath touching her face everytime he spoke, and always in the same place because she wouldn't look up. It was as if she were waiting for him to change the picture.
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 01:47:18
"Why don't you come home with me, Barbra? I have a pretty pretty room all waiting for you." Yes. It was a wonderful idea.
He managed to unlock her wheels without moving his face from beside hers. Jack kissed her cheek gently and made sure the photos and the outfit were still firmly on her lap. The bag he draped over a handle.
"Darling darling Babs. I'm gonna have so much fun. It'll be like a slumber party. Only I sincerely doubt that you'll sleep much, considering the images you've seen today. We'll do each other's hair and makeup. Oh, and I'll introduce you to Sally. I think Sally will like you a lot. I do."
He was walking quite casually. As if he were just a guy taking his girl out for a little walk. A smile on his face. It didn't occur to him that it might look strange, what with the way she kept staring at the photos. Or that horrified countenance plastered on her face.
Jack started whistling.
From: i_seeall Date: 08/03/2006 02:04:57
"Jack, no. No... no. No. No." She sounded nothing like herself. Not Babs or Oracle. No, she sounded more like the child she hadn't considered herself to be in years.
And all she could say was 'no'. It communicated that she had no desire to go with him. She wanted to go home and into her room, close the door and curl up in her bed.
But she couldn't do that, thanks to Jack. Not even the simplest bit in that... curling up and into herself for comfort. She couldn't do that anymore. He'd taken it away from her like he was taking her away now.
If she hadn't blocked this memory, maybe hashed it out over long sessions in therapy instead, then this situation would be different. She'd remember her staff right underneath her arm rest and get away. But Babs couldn't concentrate on that right now.
What was most prominent in her mind? Those scars, her hand still covering them. The pictures that she still looked at. The phantom feeling of his fingers pushing into the wounds. Reopening them and most likely having fun doing it. He probably had a camera. Wherever he was taking her.
From: i_jest Date: 08/03/2006 02:09:51
"Yes yes yes. Babs, oh yes." He kept on wheeling her toward Arkham. Home. He knew just the room that he'd put her in too. Up high. Tucked away from others. Cut off from the rest of the population.
The room they put him in. Constantly. The furthest away from anybody else that one could get. Heavy security. Heavy doors. Special locks.
On his bed.
The whole place still smelled like him. He knew because he slept there occasionally still.
"Shhh. You're in Jack's hands now."