his precious Queen

3

I had been doing my job perfectly. Now that everyone believes I'm the innocent little victim, my job is coming to an end. Though, it isn't fully done. 

"Please Bruce." I tilted my head. "I Need to go. I - I can't let him take my freedom." I commented. "Not again." I pleaded. 

"Fine." He pointed. "I'll set you up a bank account in my bank." He set down his pen, glancing over my features as he intertwined his fingers. "I'll get you an apartment, all of which will be fully guarded." 

I sighed. Though Bruce may not want to admit it. He was similar to J. They both were stubborn- heavy headed. And both had to have me fully guarded as if I was a rare gem. Though the situations both were different - Bruce didn't want me dead. Didn't want the heavy weight of my death on his shoulders. His mind would wander back to the faithful night when he was only a child. And j? He was just obsessed. 

He had shown me how obsessed he was over the months we were together. And no doubt now – he would be going crazier because i'm not near. 

"But-" 

Bruce held up his hand, a bored expression on his face as he sighed. "No." 

I sighed, running my hands against my hair. Threading my fingers through each strand as I glanced out the window. Watching the birds fly. It truly was beautiful.

"You will get your freedom back. I assure you." Bruce let out a frustrated sigh. "But you said it yourself, the joker will kill you if he sees you." 

I looked away. Sighing. "I know." I let out a sigh as I walked to the door. "I just - I don't want to have him run my life." 

"He won't." He said "that's up to you to allow that, but for now you need to stand tall. You survived him." 

I left his home office after that. He had stayed home, bruises littered his face for the last few days. He had used the excuse of training with Alfred - but I didn't believe him on that one. I have a sneaking suspicion there is more to that story than he is letting on. 

But now that I have what I'm looking for. A way into the bank. I have my role nearly fulfilled. I just have to wait until we go into the bank. Which I will need to be present for. There is no other way to get my handprint and iris scanned. 

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Bruce was constantly on edge as we drove through the streets of Gotham. His eyes glanced back - watching behind us as he parked around back. He only turned the engine off when a security guard appeared infront. 

The journey inside was quick and swift, as they closed the door with a lock. 

There was a number off paperwork to sign, both physically and digitally before I got to add my Handprint and iris into the system. The sound of the clock ticking throughout the Room echoed and shattered as men and women, all dressed in Purles and Dimonds hushed whispers, talked to the workerks behind the tall, wide glass windows. 

One worker caught my eye. I had seen him before In J’s mansion, working alongside Johnny. I had to fight the will to smile as I tugged my head to Bruce, his hands interlocked with an older man. Talking about some business deals out south. Everyone in this room was oblivious to the events that were about to take place. 

No body was ready. Bar from me. 

From the corner of my eye, I seen J’s worker open the front door. Allowing Johnny inside, along With J. Everything seemed to slow as we made eyecontact. His icy eyes seemed so soft and warm, only for a beat before it was snatched. Removed as they glided down. To bruces arm that was wrapped around my waist. 

Well I’m fucked. And Bruce Is most certianly dead - his death now is certianly Guarinteded. 

“You didn’t think ya could get away from me. Did ya?” He raised a brow, Drawing each and every set of eyes on him. “Joker.” Bruce spat, tugging me behind him. “Awe look at poor old Brucey.” J Grinned. “Tryna make up for watching dear old mommy and daddy dying.” J pouted. 

He gripped the gun around his finger, scratching his temple Carelessly as if thinking for a moment as he took in the decor. 

The bank looked truly beautiful. Everywhere was white - with swirls for patterns and even some gray here and there. Adding to how bright the place really looked. “Ya got taste.” J shook his head. “But it would look better red..” He hummed, as he tilted his head back. Cackling. “Maybe we could blow the place up, have it go out with a bang.” 

His goons got to work strapping Dynamite to some bystanders' chest. “Give me the girl.” J’s voice deepend as his eyes glossed over with murderous intent. I should feel scared - terrified even. But the pit of my abdomen fluttered and my pussy clenched. I whimpered, though to everyone else it seemed as if I was terrified. But the knowing smirk on his face showed he knew the true intent of my whimper. 

I had made the noise Once to many times throughout the months we were together. 

“No.” Bruce Gritted, tightening his grip as he glanced down to my face. A promising look in his eyes. To any other person it would bring comfort. But to me? It brought amusement. He couldn’t save me because I didn't want saving. Everything he knew - every piece of information I so carefully fed was nothing more than a perfectly crafted lie. 

“Don’t let him take me.” 

“Come on Brucey.” J snapped, Getting Inpatient. “What’s one life when others are at risk?"

"Fuck. You." 

J's finger hovered over the button. Amusement written in his eyes. I sobbed, stepping forward. "Don't hurt anyone." Walked to j's outstretched hand. Bruce yelled. Calling me back. 

"I'm sorry Bruce but I'm not letting others die because of me." 

J snorted. "Wise decision coming over to Me." His faced turned sinister. "I'll make your death quick." His eyes slid over to bruce's stiff form. "Open the safe."  

Bruce did everything he was supposed too. Only moving his hands when the joker gave permission, too afraid of my death that was sure to come. I could see it from here, amongst the sobs of each hostage was a plan brewing in bruces head. 

J tightened his hold around my waist, squeezing at my ribs. "Ah." 

I shut my mouth, cursing at my involuntary words. J knew my lies from my truth. He knew my pain was real - and he knew I wasn't enjoying it. His grip loosened as he pressed his gun to my temple. 

"I'm sorry Bruce." I shook my head. 

"Shut up." J spat as he threw me to the floor. Bruce stepped forward as he slid the gun to him. "Ah ha." J taunted. "It would be no fun if the hoist were to die so soon." J pouted. "But I will if I have too."

My limbs shook as I tensed them up. My eyes never leaving Bruce's brown ones. "I'm sorry." I mouthed. 

J grabbed the knife from his pocket, driving it down to my stomach. Grazing my bruised rib. I could only scream as I felt the sticky blood pool over my shirt. 

I closed my eyes as I made my body slack to the side.