just_muse_me : That Little Voice
Duela Dent
Batman (OC)
495 words
“Trust that little voice in your head that says ‘Wouldn't it be interesting if...’; And then do it.” - Duane Michals
"Proud of yourself, no?" The thick Russian accent did not even make Joker's Daughter flinch.
She did not look behind her. Her attention remained on the burning ship. Three kilos of cocaine, burning, falling into the ocean, and she had caused it. Yes, she was proud.
"Remember, remember," she sang under her breath.
"What the Hell?" one of the Russian's lackies said.
"The fifth of November," she went on, rocking up onto her toes and back down.
"Shoot her," the Russian commanded.
"Gunpowder," the song went on, "treason, and plot."
She hit the ground faster than had been expected, right before the gunfire went off. Just as she whipped around to throw a grenade, one of the lackies fell into the water as an elbow met his temple.
Joker's Daughter did not remove the pin from her grenade when she saw the dark figure quickly kick the second lackey in the side. He did not fall off the dock, and the Russian had turned to face the shadow.
The Batman grabbed the gun before the Russian could fire it.
Joker's Daughter looked at the water, her escape. It would be easy to slip into the water and swim off, but she did not do it. Instead, she slid forward and kicked the second lackey's legs out from under him before he could remember her or fire at the Batman. He fell into the water, and she popped up behind the Russian and kneed him in the back.
Another blow from the Batman knocked him out. Joker's Daughter resisted the urge to bring her knife into the Russian's throat. The Batman would never allow that.
"What was on the boat?" the Dark Knight demanded.
She only smiled at him.
"What was on the boat?!"
She started to step back, toward the ocean, but he caught her hand. She moved forward, aiming a knee at his stomach. The back of his armor-plated hand came against her painted cheek and easily knocked her off balance. As soon as she was stable again, she kicked at his knee before launching herself at him, efficiently taking him down onto his back. A hard jab of her elbow to his chest, and he was stunned, the wind knocked from him.
She removed the knife from her belt and held it to the small part of his neck that the costume and mask did not protect. It would be so easy. However, another idea entered her mind. Insanity, surely, but she couldn't resist.
She brought her head down and kissed him, not without considerable heat. During the kiss, she removed a vial from her belt and pressed it into his hand. An antidote for the Scarecrow's latest fear toxin. She couldn't explain why she wanted him to have it, not even to herself, but she did it.
He moved beneath her, and she got up, sheathing her knife.
Joker's Daughter half skipped down the dock, toward the shipyard, and the Batman, staring after her without pursuing, heard her sing as she went.
"O let us be married, too long have we tarried."