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Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Batgirl flew through the air, darting from rooftop to rooftop as she'd been trained. Years of working alongside Batman and Nightwing had practically given Batgirl actual wings. She barely had to flare out her cape, almost didn't seem to need the line from the Bathook. Within minutes, she was back where she'd left the Batmobile, still idling and waiting for her. The Batgirl landed on a nearby fire escape, looking down at the vehicle that represented her best chance for salvation. There hadn't been any reason to change the locks or wiring why would Batgirl go through the effort when she was the only one who knew? That hadn't been the reason behind the downfall of the rest of her family. Still, Batgirl hesitated, panting and staring down at the vehicle. Surely she beat Damien here. Maybe if he'd been younger still, or more familiar with the city. But Damien had never been one to care for that side of crimefighting. He'd always been the fighter, nearly a weapon to be pointed at the enemy. He didn't know Gotham like she did, like most of the family. Plus, even at his best, Damien shouldn't have been able to keep up with Barbara. Her pulse pounded in her ear, and Batgirl trembled. She didn't have time to sit and debate. Either Damien had beat her or he hadn't the end result was likely to be very similar either way. Batgirl began stealthily dropping down. At least, she intended to be stealthy. Her tightened muscles meant a poor fall onto a trash bin. Batgirl hissed at the noise. It hadn't been a clatter, but it had been noticeable. In truth, she'd been lucky not to hurt herself injured, she'd stand even less of a chance than she did now. Batgirl hurried to the Batmobile, casting aside all hesitation and stealth for several seconds. She needed to get there, and she needed to get there now. Her pulse roared in her ears, reminding her that she had minutes at best, and likely much, much less. All this movement couldn't be helping the poison, and for all Barbara knew, the stim had accelerated the effects. The roof of the vehicle was already sliding open, the dim lights of the cockpit beckoning to Batgirl, promising safety from the night and the new terror that stalked her within it.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Noise from afar, next up was movement from the vehicle. She herself was closer to the vehicle than he was, seeing as he liked to keep a distance between him and his prey. If he had tried to reach the vehicle she would have beaten him to it. Still, the second she neared it was the second he rushed towards it and her. He flashed from shadow to shadow, sprinting in a way only assassins could, not matter the bulk they had. He watched her nearing the vehicle and almost display a relieved smile on her face, only to vanish quickly when the door to the vehicle closed once more, Damian pressing the device on his wrist again. The car still responded to the same frequency and the auto locking mechanism worked fine. It wasnt something that would keep her out, seeing as she only had to push a button, yet it would cost her another couple of seconds before she opened the door. He ran as fast as he could, arms flinging knives at the door to force her to step away from them as he neared her, eyes wide and lips drawn into a feral snarl. HOW DARE YOU RUN!! He barked as he finally reached her, seeing her climb into the car and trying to close it. He grabbed the door with one hand and forced himself upon her, cramping the car with their combined weight and bulk. If she had strength left, now was the time to use it, force him out before she either passed out or he do something worse.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark please be careful with controlling my characters. It's one thing to anticipate actions and reactions, but please don't write what my character is doing until I do it. The relief that Batgirl had felt bubbling up quickly diminished. It had been fleeting at best, a shot in the dark, but it had been what she had. Now Barbara knew she had to act and act quickly. Unfortunately, she could feel the drug swarming through her veins, dumping its toxic load into her as it went. Her quickened pulse had always been the enemy, and now it took advantage and struck. This did not stop Batgirl from moving. She forced herself forward, spinning over the vehicle. The movement was noisy, clumsy for a member of the Bat family, but it worked, it put distance between Batgirl and this deranged mockery of the cowl. She heard the lock switch and she muttered curses. She reached to her own belt and it soon unlocked. Knives hit the door and she had to dodge around them. This gave Damien all the time he needed soon he was near her, screaming at her. Well, you didn't seem like you wanted to talk, she shot back. At least her tongue still moved at the normal speed. She worked at the door, trying to duck into the car. He beat her to the distance, using his greater strength to press against the door and barrel her away. Batgirl hissed as she felt him push against her, and she knew she had to fight. A batarang appeared in her hand and she tried to fling it. She had knockout gas, and she was already fumbling at her belt, trying to pull it free. Already her mind spun and her body felt sluggish. she could still move, still fight, and she intended to do so for as long as she still had breath. Which Batgirl guessed was a minute, tops. She had to hope to catch him off balance enough to get into the car and pass out. That was her only hope at this point. Either that or that another cape would miraculously appear, and even then, Batgirl wasn't sure she wanted that. Something told her that Damien would have dealt with another person with cruel efficiency.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark He backed off, thinking she was getting a bit desperate and fighting like a cornered animal, more inclined to use thing at her disposal. He did not trust people who were cornered, seeing as they usually began to forget thing such as morality and code of conduct. He unsheathed his swords and slid both of them past the hinges in the door, making closing the door a hassle to say the least. This in itself was quite the easy task, yet not when you had a sharp object flying towards your face. He dodged her attack narrowly, taking a small graze on the side of his cowl, an insult to his lineage itself. What use is it to talk? You always run, like the coward you are. He barked, kicking up dirt from the ground and backing of further, his own knives at the ready, his own anger rising like a typhoon. The Lazarus pit had a tendency to make men more ruthless, even berserk in some stages. He still remembered how he had destroyed nearly everything in the room when he resurfaced from the pits, beating against rocks and howling like a man possessed. He eyed her like a animal, staying away in case she threw the canister towards him. You left us to die! You killed our family and shattered any hope for Gotham! He barked, throwing a blade between her and the car to keep her on her edge. It wouldnt be long now, seconds at best. But I managed to crawl out of the abyss of death a spectre fuelled by revenge. I shall make you pay, traitor. I shall make you remember every last bit. Now stop running like a rat and face the inevitable. He commented as he threw his own smoke-pellets and backed off, throwing some blades in random directions to create noise and distract her.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark At least Batgirl wasn't the only one fighting like an animal. She wasn't sure what Damien's issue was, what would make him so angry and so enraged. Well, beyond what he kept saying, that is, which was delusional. Somewhere in the back of Barbara's brain she dimly recalled something about the Lazarus Pit. She'd never really been in front of those missions, but she'd heard stories from Bruce and Dick, horror stories. Blades in the way as always, with Batgirl barely twisted out of their path. She still felt them slicing at her, cutting tears in her uniform. He was barking insults at her, calling her a coward, and Batgirl had to laugh at that. Run? I'm the one who's been protecting the city for the last few years. Where were... where were... you, gah, her brain felt foggier than ever, her body sluggish and ready to give in. Batgirl was certain that she was running on pure adrenaline now, likely on that stim. Stabbing herself with another would produce all kinds of side effects. No, she was going to lose, plain and simple. Left him to die, shattered hope, more words that Batgirl half recognized as the sort that she would say herself in her darker moments. She'd moved toward the car only to find another blade there. It tore into her glove, meeting the fabric and bouncing, sparks flying everywhere. Climb out of the pit of death, yeah, that definitely meant Lazarus Pit. Batgirl should have figured that was Talia's thing, wasn't it? Stop running. Smoke-pellets, blades. Batgirl twisted, her cape fluttering, catching blades, ripping. She felt smoke fill her lungs and she collapsed, falling hard. The wind left her and the world spun. Still, she fumbled and fought, grasping at her belt. But the spinning world wasn't going to let her keep going. The last attempt wasn't even a weapon. Batgirl pushed an emergency beacon, hoping, praying that someone was paying attention. Then darkness, likely the same darkness that Damien Wayne had climbed from, claimed Batgirl, claimed Barbara Gordon, crushing her light and thought.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Consciousness came slowly to Barbara Gordon. True, she may be Batgirl, the only Bruce ordained wearer of the cowl still stalking the streets of Gotham, but Barbara had always been a lightweight when it came to certain things. Drugs had always hit her frail body harder than any of the other Bat family, and she'd always taken just a little longer to return from unconsciousness than the rest of them. Nightwing had often joked that it was because Barbara was so much more a creature of the day than the rest of the family. She was the commissioner's daughter, someone who belonged on the proper side of the law, not wearing a cape and stalking the night. Those thoughts fluttered through Batgirl's mind as she felt the sting ringing in her cheek. Bruce or Dick wouldn't have fallen like this. Hell, even Tim probably would have prepared for a poison. He'd always been the one to think ahead. The ringing in Barbara's cheek nearly carried to her head. She forced her blue eyes upward, looking to the demented young man who had become her captor. He'd been younger than her, Damien Wayne. Not by much, a few years, but he'd been younger. Now he looked decidedly older and bigger. Batgirl shifted and could feel the bonds holding her in place, even her fingers. The boy would know how to bind someone, wouldn't he? Batgirl fought against the panic that released a flock of bats into her insides. She licked her lips, listening as Damien spoke, trying to use his voice to better orient her still troubled mind. Not a whole lot, she admitted, turning back to look at him again. He told me what he told most of us you were his son, trained by the League of Shadows, and we were working to make sure that their influence didn't affect you too strongly. Guess we failed, this last had been shot like a barb. All Damien had left Barbara was her tongue, and she fully intended to use it. No belt, no gear he'd even removed her spiked gloves. No, Barbara had her wits and her tongue and she intended to use both for as long as she could.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Wow, so Damien had picked up his love of monologuing from his grandfather. Or maybe this was just a side effect of the Pit you couldn't help but come out of it convinced of your own brilliance and simply dying to share it with the world. Batgirl couldn't say for certain she hadn't met Ra'z all that often, and as far as she knew, Talia had never used the Pit. For a moment there though, she really thought that Damien's idea was to talk her to death. He had to realize that she'd experienced this before. Not quite this, but so many situations that were virtually identical to this. Bruce put nearly every protege through an eerily similar situation, barking orders at them even as he tortured them, kept them awake for days at a time, or, Barbara's personal least favorite, kept them awake with the sound of barking dogs or loud music. A handful of villains had kidnapped Barbara in the same manner. Usually they wanted to keep her alive as bait for the Bat or the Bird. Which meant torture of some kind, often accompanied by leers or comments about the little Bat-wench. Though she could have done without the name-calling. Batgirl was tempted to say so, to call out Damien for resorting to such a measure. But she knew it was better to remain silent, at least for now. Let him talk out his issues and pretend not to be bored or to be thinking of a way of escaping this whole mess. Torture methods, starting with the grandfather. The description did make Barbara wince who wouldn't on hearing something like that? No noise came from her as he pricked her finger. Batgirl could feel a little trickle of blood welling at the contact side, barely more than a droplet. Though she'd be loathe to admit it, Barbara had been scared, for a moment there she honestly thought that he'd come up with some secret League torture technique that Bruce hadn't used during those grueling days. But no, more talk. Talk about Batman's favorite method, as if the entire Bat family didn't know and use it. Even Damien knew that. Then on to his mother. This method, what Damien described now, actually set Barbara's heart racing. Her mind, like most of the family's, was analytical. She was able to handle things so well because she thought them through. A random pattern, random pain, it could wreck even her. Still, she made no noise as her lip was pricked, nor a sound as pain returned to her finger. Damien still spoke, still taunted, still monologued. I don't suppose your method would be to talk someone into submission? Batgirl asked, turning to look at him, a smirk twisting her face for a moment. She didn't even bother to struggle, and she could certainly bury the fear that she felt welling up in her chest. If it was one thing a Bat could do well, it was bury fear.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Damian smiled back, eyes flickering yellow for a few seconds before they returned to its sapphire blue. You have to forgive my tedious long speeches, for how often is it within my grasp to take on the role of evil plotter, hmm? He said, placing a hand underneath her jaw and forcing her to look at him. Enjoy it while it last, for when I stop speaking, you wish will wish otherwise. He showed her the knife again, placing the tip against her throat and slowly moving downwards, not painful enough to mark or scar the skin, yet ample enough pressure to be unpleasant. He stopped moving when he reached the line of outfit, teasing a little cut in the fabric there. I am going to do what Bruce would want me to do not physically harm you. Instead, I am going to do something worse, much, much worse. You hate me, I hate you, you despise me, I despise you. You know how to steel yourself against pain, torture, scolding and trauma, yet not the reversal. I am going to make you feel so good that you feel hatred towards your own mind and body, let shame eat you up from within. I am going to break you with pleasure, reduce you to a whimpering hound in heat. Nothing is worse than craving the person that you hate. He waited for her to speak, scold him or similar things, if not he would simply force her mouth open. The minute it opened, he forced his fingers against her cheeks, pushing them inwards and preventing her from closing them again, holding it open. His free hand then placed the device inside her mouth, forcing the steel frame to keep it open permanently. She could still speak and communicate, yet it would be with a slurred tone. The gag prevented her from properly keeping all the saliva in her mouth, unless she forced herself to swallow more frequently. She was always so prim and proper, the neat one of the pack. How would she like being a drooling bat from no on? He hooked it up behind her cowl and grinned at the sight, seeing a batgirl with a spider gag in her mouth. Mentally he scolded himself for not having made a bat design. He grabbed a small camera and began taping her, capturing every part of her kneeling frame and enjoying the sights. A little something for your father, seeing as he is no doubt worried sick about you. Damian said, using his other hand to slowly begin cutting the fabric in a straight line, exposing more and more of her flesh the more inches of fabric he removed. A full three minutes later he had cut a precise straight line in her outfit, moving from the tip of her neck down to crotch, exposing the woman that as underneath. Any last words before we begin? He said in a more serious tone, placing the camera on the stool in front of her.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Not physically harm her? Well, that was something, Batgirl supposed. Still, it left her confused, her mind whirling with possibilities. All she could think of were brainwashing techniques, of which Damien no doubt knew many. That was his plan, to brainwash her? But barely had Batgirl's mind landed on that when he kept going. She... hated him? Barbara didn't hate Damien. She certainly didn't like the creature that he had become, didn't appreciate the attack, but she didn't hate him. Never had. The words shocked as much as they stung, and she stared at him, confusion crossing her face for a moment. Feel good? Pleasure? Suddenly Batgirl did hate him. So you're going to brainwash me you sick fu-- she managed before something shoved between her lips. Batgirl let out a muffled yell, tried to bite and spit up, but only managed to leak more from her mouth. Soon the gag parted her lips, leaving her mouth in a permanent O. Batgirl defiantly bit down, her muscles straining for several seconds. It didn't budge, not that she really expected it too. The knife came again, trailing along her. Batgirl barely tensed as she felt it against her. Then it went down, cutting along the suit that held her body. This was technically her undergarment. That had often been a complaint of the Family. How the suits could cling to you, how Bruce apparently liked clinging bodysuits all too much. He'd suggested that they try and come up with something else that would be protective and thin, and when nobody had come up with something, the argument dropped. Now though, now Batgirl wished she'd had another suit underneath. For the slice bared the lean body underneath. Barbara's flesh was pale, almost ghost white thanks to hours spent under the light of the moon. Her abs were tight though, tight as an athlete, tight as a gymnast, and now showed off to this perverse tormenter. Adding insult to injury was the claim that he recorded it, that he would show it to her father. Surely he wouldn't be that stupid. The commissioner wouldn't rest till his daughter was found if he knew about her. Damien would be fighting every officer in Gotham. No, it was a bluff, but a bluff that stung and brought water to Barbara's blue eyes nonetheless. Even Batgirl's crotch was exposed, to some degree. The suit forced you to shave off much of your body hair, meaning that Barbara was nearly bare beneath. She took some solace in knowing that at least her nether lips hadn't been completely bared yet. Red would show on her pale cheeks though, emblazoned there by the knowledge that he knew her grooming habits. She spat venom at him, but it only came out as drool. The girl hurriedly swallowed, but still some of it dangled from her lips, as he no doubt intended. Damn him. And damn that Pit.
Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark He smiled at her, placing the knife back in the holder on his boot and simply admiring her for a few minutes. Very, very long minutes. Hid right index finger occasionally brushed aside the torn suit somewhat, exposing her flesh somewhat. Little bat girl is still little I see. He joked playfully, placing his index finger on her left nipple and teasing it, occasionally flicking his finger at it, causing some jolts of discomfort. Now, here is the deal. I am going to pleasure you each and every day in multiple sessions, depending on my own schedule. You get a chance at shortening those sessions by telling me a safe code, and meaning it. For today it is I feel good. He then grabbed her uniform and tore it further open, making the tear between her thighs widen even further, exposing her flesh and letting her folds come into contact with the outside air. He fastened the back of her spidergag with a chain, fastening it to the sealing. She was permanently pinned to that location, not able to lie down something similar. He then grabbed an item from underneath the stool and tied it around her waist, then fastening a smooth round object between her thighs, pressing the head against her womanhood. Now lets read the manual, shall we? He said with a boyish grin, grabbing a small paper and reading it out loud. Her brilliant mind would no doubt already have realised that it was a powerful vibrator, one aimed directly at her most sensitive areas. 1- Low Steady 2- Medium Steady 3- High Steady 4- Escalating 5- Rapid Pulse 6- Slower Pulse 7- A series of pulses, a few fast then once extended pulse 8- A combination of the pulse and escalating patterns He whistled after that, reading it again and turning the page, letting her see it. He grabbed the small device that controlled it and programmed the setting, letting her see what he was programming. He set her to mode one Low and steady for a duration of five minutes. He then counted down from five and pressed start, placing the device next to the camera that was monitoring her. If she wanted to see how long she had left, she would have to look in the camera. Damian left her field of sight when it began, stepping in a dark corner of the room where the camera and herself wouldnt be able to see him. He wasnt going to give her a clear way to hate him, in turn putting of a potential orgasm. He was using this mode just to see what he was dealing with.