Batman Porn Story: Scarred Souls Chapter 2

Batman Porn Story: Scarred Souls Chapter 2

Chapter
2

The
Unmasking

It
didn’t take him long to find warehouse 17. It was one of the larger
warehouses near the docks, with smaller rooms above the big storage
area. It was a simple thing to swing across from the roof of another
warehouse to one of the upper windows and pick the lock. Once inside,
however, he had to disable the system of security cameras that
monitored the rooms and the hallway beyond. He had just clipped the
last wire when he heard sound of fighting and shouting coming from
the big warehouse room below. He sprinted silently down the hallway
but by the time he reached the door at its end, the sounds had
stopped. Slowly, he opened the door and peered out over the edge of
the catwalks beyond. Below, on the warehouse floor, lay several
figures. Most of them looked to be hired thugs. Two of the figures,
however, were laid out in a familiar pattern, their arms crossed over
their chests. He didn’t need to see their suits to know that these
were two more of the Miazza crime bosses. Bending over them, however,
was another figure, dressed all in black. Careful to make no noise,
he jumped from the catwalk, using the ballistic fabric of his cape to
slow his descent to the floor. The bright overhead lights threw his
shadow over the figure, causing them to turn. He could tell from the
shorter distance that the figure was a woman, but a black hood and
mask covered her hair and the upper half of her face. There was
something strange about her eyes but he couldn’t be sure as she
turned and ran. He hit the ground, rolling to break the fall, and
sprinted after her. He lost sight of her when she dodged through a
small door and, by the time he had reached it, she was already up the
wall of another close-by warehouse. He was impressed; she was fast.
Without stopping, he fired his grapnel at the roof, letting the pull
of the automatic reel and his own momentum speed him up the side of
the building. She was already up and, with a glance back at him,
sprinted for the far edge of the flat warehouse roof. He moved to
stop her but then, with an amazing leap, she cleared the edge of the
roof and landed smoothly on the roof of one of the first dockside
apartment buildings, an impossible distance away. He followed,
letting his own jump carry him halfway and then firing the grapnel
again to swing him across the remaining distance. Again she hesitated
when she saw him following but then she was off again, sprinting
across the rooftop and jumping the small gap between the apartment
building and the next. He followed and they continued like that for
several blocks.

Then
she dropped over the edge of one building and he lost sight of her.
Reaching the edge, he looked over to find an abandoned construction
site in the empty lot beyond. He knew she must be hiding there. She
hadn’t had time to go anywhere else. He dropped over the edge,
landing easily on the broken ground inside the sagging chain-link
fence. The building had only been partially completed; the metal
framework and concrete floors were the only things that had been
finished. Rusty equipment and half-buried piles of cinderblock lay
everywhere. Then he heard a noise: the small sound of a pebble being
kicked loose that came from the top floor of the building. Silently,
he climbed up and slipped into the deep shadows cast by a half-built
wall and a pile of pipes. He didn’t have long to wait. The shadow
cast by a nearby abandoned crane had only moved a few inches when a
dark form detached itself and came to stand at the edge of the
platform. The clouds had cleared somewhat and the partial moonlight
silhouetted her, shimmering off the fabric of her costume. He
shoulders were bowed and she put her hand to he head as if she had a
headache. Careful to make no noise, he emerged from his hiding spot
and came to stand a few feet behind her.

“This
chase is over,” his voice was low and chilling. Terrifying, as
he had meant it to be.

She
started and spun around, but in turning she lost her balance as her
boot s caught on the edge of the platform. She teetered for a moment,
and then fell, slowly, backwards. Without stopping to think, he
jumped after her. Time seemed to go in slow motion as they fell. He
angled his body into a dive to catch up to her. For some reason his
brain noted the fact that she made no sound, not even a scream as she
fell. They were only a few inches apart. Then one. Then he had her
wrapping one arm around her waist as he twisted around to fire the
grapnel at the crane. He attached the line to his belt as it played
out and the ground rushed up at them as time sped up again. Then,
with a jerk that knocked the breath out of both their bodies, they
stopped, swinging slightly two stories above the ground. Because of
the grip he had on her, they were now face to face, very close, and
he got his first good look at her eyes. They were green. Bright,
unnatural green with no whites. The pupils were thin, black, vertical
slits. They were like snake eyes. In fact, now that he really looked
at them, they were almost mesmerizing. Then she moved, breaking the
connection. He blinked and twisted his head, just as her fist
connected with it, so that the force of the blow landed on the side
of his Kevlar-lined mask. As she pulled her arm back again, he
untangled his own and she went limp as his fingers connected with a
pressure point in her throat.

Back
in the Cave, Batman paced back and forth across the cold stone floor.
Before him sat the girl, handcuffed to a chair and unconscious. Now,
in the dim light of the cave, he could see her costume fully. It was
a completely black suit of some kind of shimmery, strengthened fabric
with black climbing boots and gloves. A black hood and mask covered
her hair and the upper half of her face. He had left her mask in
place. He respected masks as he himself wore one. The only break in
the black of her costume were two white diamonds on the underside of
her hood, one above each shoulder. When the hood was up, as it was
now, the diamonds resembled one thing: the markings on the hood of a
King Cobra.

It
took some time for Aasia to swim up through the murky fog of
unconsciousness. At first all she could think about was the throbbing
ache in her head. Then, gradually, her other senses emerged, telling
her that she was cold, she was sitting on something hard, and she
couldn’t move her arms. Slowly she opened her eyes to find herself
in a huge room. It was a cave, in fact, with rough rock walls.
Looking down, he found that she was sitting on a plain metal chair
and from the metallic clink that sounded when she moved her hands,
she guessed that her hands were handcuffed behind her. She had a
moment of panic before the familiar weight of her mask and hood
reassured her that they were still there. It was only after her brain
had noted all of these things that she noticed a familiar tall shadow
standing just outside the circle of light in which she sat. It spoke.

“Name?”

His
voice was deep and gravelly. It echoed off the walls and bounced back
at her. Something in the voice sounded very familiar but she couldn’t
get her tired brain to focus.

“Cobra.”

“Real
name.”

She
said nothing. There was no way she was going to tell him.

“Name!”

She
still said nothing. But there was still that something in the voice
that nagged at her brain.

“I
could make you tell me.”

She
was thinking more clearly now. Feeling around with her fingers, she
found that the lockpicks she kept in the cuffs of her gloves had been
removed. She needed to keep him talking to give herself more time. He
was trying to intimidate her, but now that she was aware of it, it
wouldn’t work.

“Ha!
If you wanted to know who I was, you could have just taken off my
mask.”

The
shadow had vanished and she waited for a few moments in silence
before the voice spoke again, right in her ear, making her jump.

“How
do you know I didn’t?”

“Because
you wouldn’t be asking me.”

The
shadow vanished again and she began twisting her wrists, trying to
clench her hands tight enough to fit through the cuffs. Then,
suddenly, the shadow was right next to her, looming impossibly tall
in the darkness.

“Why
did you kill four Miazza bosses?”

Her
right hand was almost through, the sharp metal of the cuff pulling
painfully on the skin of her hand.

“I
didn’t!”

He
disappeared again.

“Don’t
be stupid. They were poisoned with snake venom and had uraelus
painted on their foreheads. Your name is the Cobra. You were found
standing over the bodies and forensics will show that they died right
before that.”

She
stopped twisting for a minute, realizing what he was saying.

“But
– I didn’t! I just found them like that!”

“I’m
sure the police would be happy to hear that.”

Her
wrist was almost out.

“Is
that what you are? The police?”

There
was no reply and she stopped for a moment to listen.

“You’re
not, are you? You’re like me.”

He
was suddenly there again.

“I
am nothing like you!”

Her
hand slipped free but she kept it behind her, waiting for the right
moment.

“No?”

“You
kill.”

His
voice was low as he spat the words. But she knew she had heard it
somewhere before, if only she could place it.

“I
didn’t!”

He
had vanished again but she was sure that he was still somewhere on
her right. She took the chance, simultaneously leaping off the chair
and kicking it to her right, then hitting the ground in a roll that
brought her up to her feet again. But she had not gotten more than a
few steps when and iron grip on her arm pulled her up short.

“Stop
struggling.”

Then
it clicked. She knew that voice. She knew it very well.

“Bruce?”

He
didn’t move, didn’t say anything. But she was so sure.

“Bruce,
is that you?”

She
stepped backwards, pulling him back with her into the light. The cowl
made him look demonic, the light like he was carved from stone. But
she was sure and there was only one way she could make him
understand.

Slowly,
she raised one hand to her face and slipped her fingers beneath her
mask. Then, in one motion, she pulled the mask and hood off, shaking
out her short, dark hair. For a long moment, he didn’t move, didn’t
say anything. Then in a whisper so low she almost didn’t hear it:

“Aasia.”

Slowly
she raised her hands to his face but he jerked back and for a moment
she was afraid she had lost him. Then he reached up with his own
hands and pulled off the mask and cowl.

And
there they stood before each other, unmasked and waiting for the
other to say something. His was the same face as the one she knew.
The eyes were the same. The features were the same. But everything
was also different. This was a different Bruce Wayne. A stronger,
darker Bruce Wayne. He broke the silence first.

“That’s
what you meant. When you said you couldnt”

“And
you weren’t trying to ask me”

He
shook his head slowly.

He
couldn’t believe it he wouldn’t have, had he not seen the face behind
the mask. He didn’t even dare to let himself think what this might
mean.

“Why?”

She
misunderstood.

“Same
reason as you, I guess. I”

She
looked as if she was trying to find words to express something she
didn’t want to remember. She started again, her voice low and her
eyes unfocused as she relived her past.

“When
I was little, my family and I lived in a little village in Mexico. My
familywell, there was only really my father and me. Papa was a
farmer, and poor, but he made a living. But things got hard, so hard.
He tried corn, he tried potatoes, but everything would either dry up
or get eaten by the insects that came every fall. And then he heard
of another crop. One that was easy to grow and that people paid a lot
of money for. He grew whole fields of it and every season, these rich
men would come and take it away in their trucks. And, for once, we
had plenty of food to eat, and new clothes, and Papa was able to hire
some people to help work in the fields.

But
then he found out what it was that he grew. It was a drug and people
died because of it. That day he went out and burned all the fields.
Nothing escaped. And he knew what it meant but he said he refused to
be a murderer. The next day, the rich men came. They were very angry
and they wanted to know why. So he told them. I was sitting on the
front porch when they came. I saw everything. They told him to plant
again. He said no. So they shot him. In the stomach so that it took
forever for him to die.”

She
paused, her eyes closed, and he wanted to reach out to her. To hold
her and take care of her. But he needed to hear the end of the story
first.

She
continued.

“There
was this canyon near our house. Papa always told me never to go near
it. That it was dangerous. I guess they wanted to get rid of the
evidence or something. So they brought us to the canyon. We stood for
a moment on the edge and I saw why my father had warned me about it.
The bottom of the canyon was alive; a moving, shifting surface of
living snakes. It was getting dark then and they were just waking up
for the night. Then they pushed us in, my father’s body and me, and I
remember us rolling over and over down the hill. When we hit the
bottom, my head hit something and I blacked out. All I remember is
this angry hissing sound getting louder and louder. Then, the next
thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed. But I remembered what had
happened. I was still witness. And I swore there would be a
reckoning. I’ve trained my whole life; I’ve hid these eyes my whole
life. And finally I tracked those rich men down. I came to Gotham to
find them. And when I met them, wellI wasn’t sure what I was going
to do.”

She
looked up at him, giving him the full force of her scarred eyes.

“But
I didn’t kill them. I ran becausebecause I didn’t know what else
to do. Like now. I’ve built my whole life around this and someone got
to them first. I’m just solost.”

He
almost sighed with relief. It was the right end. She hadn’t yet let
revenge take over her life. Then, gently, he reached out a gloved
hand and brushed a strand of hair back from her face. She was looking
up at him, and her eyes seemed to him the most beautiful thing he had
ever seen. Running his fingers back through her hair, he drew her
close until, finally, their lips met softy. And then he held her, and
she him, so tightly that both could barely breathe. They stayed like
that for a long time, wrapped up in one another, afraid to let go of
something so impossible that it might vanish if they did.

But
then, slowly, he pulled away.

“I
never told youwhen you leftthat I love you.” He smiled
thinly. “I was afraid to. Afraid of what it might mean. You’re
right. We are the same. Split, right down the center. I believe you
if you say you didn’t kill them. But that means that we have someone
else to hunt down.”

A
shadow passed over his face.

“Someone
has been trying to frame you. We need to stop them before they kill
again.”

He
turned but stopped when she put a hand on his arm. He sighed
regretfully.

“We
have no time.”

Gently,
he reached out and touched her cheek. Then he reached over his
shoulder ad pulled the cowl and mask back over his face. And Bruce
Wayne was gone. Vanished and replaced by his ruthless, impenetrable
alter ego. The Batman turned and walked away.

And
Aasia watched him go. Part of her wanted him to come back to her and
spend the rest of eternity together and forget everything. The other
part knew there was work to be done. The work she had come to Gotham
for and the work that she had sworn to finish. And so she pulled on
her own mask and followed.

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