Make It Wayne

Day 9: Body Paint

Bruce P.O.V.

I could count the fague frekkles on her nose while she slept peacefully. Her head was resting on my chest slightly tillted up. My arm was thrown around her. I couldn't help staring at her while my fingers idely stroke her shoulder. I could feel the bump of the long scar and felt the urge to hunt down who ever did that to her.

Her eyes fluttered open and a warm smile spread across her face,"G'morning..."

"Good morning, Barbra,"I smiled down at her and saw a sparkle gleem in her eyes.

I would have given anything in the world to know what she was thinking...or feeling...

I knew neither of us wanted to start the subject that would tell us were we stood with each other but...I was prepared to go with what happens because this feeling was so new to me.

So I asked instead,"Where did you get this scar?"

Barbra P.O.V.

I found myself looking up at Bruce as I opened my eyes. After last night I wasn't at all ashamed at what I felt towards him. My stomach gave a turn when he smiled back at me looking as charming as usual.

"Good morning."

"G'morning,"I smiled, still smiled at the sight of him here beside me. He was carved from pure muscle giving him his big build. I was so lost that I was startled at his sudden question.

"Where did you get this scar?" I noticed the spot he was stroking on my shoulder was the visible white scar, a reminder of when I was helpless.

The question had made me uncomefortable enough to make me sit up and pull the covers closer. I knew Bruce had seen me naked the night before but there was more scars he would't have been able to see in the dark.

"I'm sorry..."I felt Bruce snake his arm around me, pulling me closer. I sat there, my head resting on his shoulder, while he continued to stroke my tender skin.

I sighed, knowing it would make me feel better if I told him.

Bruce P.O.V.

I didn't want to upset Barbra but I wanted to know who caused her this pain. I had a good idea who but I wanted to be shure.

I knew she had given in when she gave a long sigh. Not moving from her possision, she started telling me the story.

"I was eleven when it happened. Father couldn't make it to my gymnastic compitition and one of his co-workers were suppose to take me home afterwards. They never arrived so I decidedto walk home." Here was a pause but I didn't rush her,"It was dark and the lamps barely lit up the streets. I didn't know I was being followed until I was pulled into an allyway. It was Joker and his cronies."

I never knew of this and stopped stroking, afraid I might not be able to control my anger.

"They were going to use me as leverage but before they could drag me off, Robin showed up."

Dick never told me this...

"Joker was going to slice him but I prevented it receiving it in the process." I resumed my stroking trying to comfort her. "After thet day I joined various defence classes becuase I wasn't going to be weak again."