Cemetry Gates (ToMark One-Shot)

Tom's Point Of View

Zipping up my black pleather winklepickers, I stand up to take a look at myself in the long sized mirror. I smile at my outfit.


Black fishnet jumper that's under my pretty tight fitted Joy Division T-shirt, which matches quite perfectly with my not too tight black trousers. A black spiked choker around my neck, with a few more long necklaces with crosses and skulls all over them.

A black belt with chains all over it, hangs from my small waist. I put back in my lip, nose, and eyebrow piercings that I took out to clean.  And then finally, I give my dyed black hair a bit of a tease then spray it with hairspray.

I leave my small house, after saying a good night to my mother just in case if I don't return before midnight, or just before she goes to sleep. 

Walking along the concrete foot way, I begin to look all around me. I listen to the light rain that patters against my large black brolly.

I smirk once I see the building that I've been wanting to visit for a long time now, but I was too shy to even attempt to. 'The Batcave' it reads outside. It's the only gothic pub that exists where I live unfortunately. I wish there were more to explore.

I walk in the very darken club, to see many people dressed similar to me, dancing in different styles.

In the far back, there's a stage area at the back where a female is fixing her microphone stand.

"Greetings my fellow punk rockers!" She cheers blissfully, waving her fishnet covered arms around. "I'm Siouxsie Sioux, and we're Siouxsie and the Banshees!" She yells, before the band starts playing music.

I make my way around the crowd to get to the bar stand, hoping they serve tea. Since, I am not really a alcohol drinker at all.

"What may I serve you?" The barman asks me, with a small black towel thrown over his shoulder.

"Cuppa, if you have some." I nervously say, rubbing my sweaty palms against my thighs that are hidden under the long, bar stand.

He nods, and gets out a small tea cup for me, and pours the hot liquid that steams outwards. He pushes it lightly towards me, and I thank him shyly.

I turn around, carefully sipping at my tea. I watch the band for a bit until a lad walks past me. I turn my head slowly to get more of a good look at him. He sits down beside me.

"Snakebite, please good sir." A rich voice comes out of the lad's bright red coloured mouth. 

The barman nods, and pours different kinds of liquids, making a perfect blood red color.

He takes a sip, leaving a bit of red lipstick onto the tall glass cup. He turns his head, and I quickly look away. But, I make the mistake of looking back at him.

Our eyes lock onto each other. His light blue eyes, that has black all around them, he smirks lightly.

"Baby Bat?" He asks me with that rich voice, that so much perfect British accent than what I have. Mine is light and squeaky.

"Y-Yes." I squeak. Regretting I even opened my gob, as I put my hand over it quickly.

He chuckles, shaking his head. "It's fine. So, Baby Bat, is this your first time here at The Batcave?" I nod slowly. "How are you fancying it so far?"

"I fancy the band that's playing, is there any more?"

He nods. "The Cure sometimes play here, same thing with Bauhaus. But as of recently, Siouxsie has been a regular."

I hum lightly. "I'm Tom by the way." I smile, feeling my black lipstick start to crease a bit.

He smiles lightly, reaching his finger towards me. "Let me fix that a bit," He says slowly as he rubs my lip carefully. "There you go, the crease is now gone. I'm Mark."