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Barbie stiffened when the floorboards creaked. But this time, she didn't stand still. This time, she steadied her stance for a few seconds then crept towards the noise, grazing her hand along the chilling marble top , trailing her fingers over the knife holders.
Still low, she slid one out of its slot, stopping against the wall of the archway to the dining room.
The creaking vanished, and so did Barbie's breath when she heard a silky voice that was far too dear to her to forget who was behind it.
"Sweetheart. Come on, don't stab me."
The knife slipped through her fingers, crashing to the floor.
"Frankie!" Barbie squeaked, stepping through the doorway. "What are you doing down here? It's late!"
Frank leaned back on the kitchen counter, tilting his chin up and slicing each breathe coming through Barbie's chest with his gaze.
"Oh my god," She breathed, clutching her chest, "you are Batman, aren't you?"