Gotham BatCat - On the edge of night

Phone Booth

To my first and only follower @fanfictionlover697... This is a short piece, but I hope you will find in it something you like. Thank you for your support!

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Fingers sliding, scratching the glass door of the phone booth.

Gasps gifted, stolen by the hands in the rough gloves.

Heavy armor, broken, hard against my chest.

Wet hair, cold, soft against my temple.

Whisper... dial tones...whisper...your breathing...my moaning...silence.

Street, empty, dead in the upcoming morning.

Car, on fire, regretted but forgotten.

Patience, dripping, running out through the embrace of your hands.

Joy, painful, desperate in your darkening eyes.

"I love you"... dial tones...lips sealed with fingertips...silence.

Phone handle, burnt, warm, abandoned.

Irritation, familiar, sarcastic, permanent.

Kiss, abrupt, longing, apologizing, passionate.

"I love you..."- not "too", because "too" is not fair to you, to me, to us.

Sunrise in my curls, night in your mask, phone booth, you and me.