@ Prince Vegeta
Melinda let herself be moved into his embrace, settling her head against his chest with a heavy, contented sigh. The feeling of his arms around her was one that she hadn't felt in a long time, but accompanied with a feeling of safety that she had never had the luxury to feel. Every night she lay awake waiting for the Joker to find her and finish the job, every day she avoided eye contact with anyone on the street just in case it wasn't one of the Joker's men. The ability to be alongside Damian, knowing that he could keep her safe for as long as she could let her guard down, was a large weight taken off of her shoulders. At his words of her betraying him further, she lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes, her expression serious. "I promise," She murmured, her voice soft and level, "that I've told you the truth, and I've told you everything," Melinda said, and to seal it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
Clarissa tried as best as she could to follow Dick's movements, trying to keep up with him and his teachings. She appreciated the way that he treated her, giving her gentle guidance along the way instead of getting angry with her or frustrated. She was happy to be able to have the break when Alfred brought lunch, and she laid out on the mats and reached for a sandwich, taking a bite with a contented hum. It was at his question that she completely froze, her whole body becoming overwhelmed with a chill. Clarissa's eyes went to the ground, wanting to look anywhere but at Dick. It was a few moments before she spoke, her voice very quiet. "I've been on my own for a few years now, as I never knew my Dad and my Mom passed away when I finished school after being sick pretty much my whole life. Her passing broke me, as I spent so much time taking care of her that I didn't know anything else but doing that. When I finally got back on my feet, I got a job and a shitty apartment, but I was managing. I was getting on okay, I knew how to provide and protect myself and I didn't ask much of anyone. Then I met this man, Nathan, after he came into the little cafe that I worked at to order coffee everyday. He was charming and I was stupid, I had been alone for what seemed like for so long I just wanted a friend. We got closer and closer until it developed into a romantic relationship. It was quite a few months later until I realized that he was involved with Penguin. He did a lot of dirty work, and it turned out he just wanted someone to manipulate, something to carry around on his arm. I wanted to leave, but he threatened me, and I had watched him kill mercilessly and take so many different drugs he couldn't see straight or even care. I had no way out," She kept speaking until her throat began to burn with the prevention of her tears, and her eyes stayed welled up with them until she blinked and they fell.
"He took without asking and he beat me when I tried to leave or even spoke up against what he was doing. He let his friends do what they pleased with me and I was hollow and beaten down to nothing and so completely gone that I didn't know who I was anymore. He took me to an event one night, after a really big beat down of another gang that they were having issues with, and Batman found the meeting. We were both in the back, and he was so high and I had tried to get away, but he had backed me into a closet and all I could do was scream as he raped me for what seemed like the millionth time I had said no, and Batman found us. I remember he pulled him off of me so easily and knocked him into the wall, and I was so amazed and something just came over me. I grabbed a pipe that was leaning against the wall and just started hitting him over and over, and it gave me such a rush. After all of the time I had spent in pain, I was finally able to see his blood instead of mine. I kept going in a daze, and I don't even know how long it was before Batman took the pipe away from me and dragged me away, screaming, before I blacked out. I woke up here, and he said he'd never let me get into that situation again. He said he would protect me from Penguin and from all of his henchmen, and he'd teach me how to fight so I'd never be helpless like that again," She finished, not realizing how long it had been that she'd been speaking, with soundless tears streaming down her cheeks. Clarissa finally set down the sandwich she was holding and wiped them away uselessly, feeling her cheeks flare a hot pink as she stared down at the ground. She didn't know why she felt safe enough to tell Dick the whole story when she wasn't even able to tell Bruce the whole thing herself without breaking down.
"I'm sorry, I, I'm sorry," She stuttered, feeling ashamed and regretful that she had told him the whole story, afraid that he would look at her differently now that he knew. She couldn't help herself as she got up quickly and tried to make her way out of the room, too embarrassed to look at him and feeling dirty all over after thinking about everything that had happened in the past. Clarissa felt just as small and tiny and vulnerable as she had when she was with Nathan, and she wanted to run away from it as fast as she could.
Melinda let herself be moved into his embrace, settling her head against his chest with a heavy, contented sigh. The feeling of his arms around her was one that she hadn't felt in a long time, but accompanied with a feeling of safety that she had never had the luxury to feel. Every night she lay awake waiting for the Joker to find her and finish the job, every day she avoided eye contact with anyone on the street just in case it wasn't one of the Joker's men. The ability to be alongside Damian, knowing that he could keep her safe for as long as she could let her guard down, was a large weight taken off of her shoulders. At his words of her betraying him further, she lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes, her expression serious. "I promise," She murmured, her voice soft and level, "that I've told you the truth, and I've told you everything," Melinda said, and to seal it, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his.
Clarissa tried as best as she could to follow Dick's movements, trying to keep up with him and his teachings. She appreciated the way that he treated her, giving her gentle guidance along the way instead of getting angry with her or frustrated. She was happy to be able to have the break when Alfred brought lunch, and she laid out on the mats and reached for a sandwich, taking a bite with a contented hum. It was at his question that she completely froze, her whole body becoming overwhelmed with a chill. Clarissa's eyes went to the ground, wanting to look anywhere but at Dick. It was a few moments before she spoke, her voice very quiet. "I've been on my own for a few years now, as I never knew my Dad and my Mom passed away when I finished school after being sick pretty much my whole life. Her passing broke me, as I spent so much time taking care of her that I didn't know anything else but doing that. When I finally got back on my feet, I got a job and a shitty apartment, but I was managing. I was getting on okay, I knew how to provide and protect myself and I didn't ask much of anyone. Then I met this man, Nathan, after he came into the little cafe that I worked at to order coffee everyday. He was charming and I was stupid, I had been alone for what seemed like for so long I just wanted a friend. We got closer and closer until it developed into a romantic relationship. It was quite a few months later until I realized that he was involved with Penguin. He did a lot of dirty work, and it turned out he just wanted someone to manipulate, something to carry around on his arm. I wanted to leave, but he threatened me, and I had watched him kill mercilessly and take so many different drugs he couldn't see straight or even care. I had no way out," She kept speaking until her throat began to burn with the prevention of her tears, and her eyes stayed welled up with them until she blinked and they fell.
"He took without asking and he beat me when I tried to leave or even spoke up against what he was doing. He let his friends do what they pleased with me and I was hollow and beaten down to nothing and so completely gone that I didn't know who I was anymore. He took me to an event one night, after a really big beat down of another gang that they were having issues with, and Batman found the meeting. We were both in the back, and he was so high and I had tried to get away, but he had backed me into a closet and all I could do was scream as he raped me for what seemed like the millionth time I had said no, and Batman found us. I remember he pulled him off of me so easily and knocked him into the wall, and I was so amazed and something just came over me. I grabbed a pipe that was leaning against the wall and just started hitting him over and over, and it gave me such a rush. After all of the time I had spent in pain, I was finally able to see his blood instead of mine. I kept going in a daze, and I don't even know how long it was before Batman took the pipe away from me and dragged me away, screaming, before I blacked out. I woke up here, and he said he'd never let me get into that situation again. He said he would protect me from Penguin and from all of his henchmen, and he'd teach me how to fight so I'd never be helpless like that again," She finished, not realizing how long it had been that she'd been speaking, with soundless tears streaming down her cheeks. Clarissa finally set down the sandwich she was holding and wiped them away uselessly, feeling her cheeks flare a hot pink as she stared down at the ground. She didn't know why she felt safe enough to tell Dick the whole story when she wasn't even able to tell Bruce the whole thing herself without breaking down.
"I'm sorry, I, I'm sorry," She stuttered, feeling ashamed and regretful that she had told him the whole story, afraid that he would look at her differently now that he knew. She couldn't help herself as she got up quickly and tried to make her way out of the room, too embarrassed to look at him and feeling dirty all over after thinking about everything that had happened in the past. Clarissa felt just as small and tiny and vulnerable as she had when she was with Nathan, and she wanted to run away from it as fast as she could.
April 26th, 2016 at 01:47am