Idolatry Part 1
Story Title: Idolatry Part One
Summary: Oh, that's what she did.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: Desdemona/Joker, Bruce Wayne/Lily, Matilda/Dick Grayson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be too busy fucking to write my name...
Author Notes: Comments are love, bitches! Previous stories, over 70 chapters are beneath cut!
Liam was propped in a chair, his face emotionless as the drugs worked their way through his system. He stared out into the room, remembering himself before all of this. Remembering Matilda. Her dress flowed, bouncing as she ran in front of him and down the hill. "Liam! Are you coming?" She giggled, ducking behind the large cherry wood tree that loomed over the lake. Liam stopped, smiling as he watched her. Her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders as she peeked out from behind the tree at him. The nurses all filed out of his room, and Liam's eyes watered as he remembered what he lost.
"I haven't seen a reaction of that caliber since he first arrived." the orderly informed, "Of course, given what he's been through, who could blame him?" Matilda looked at her curiously as they continued down the hall. "What do you mean?" she asked softly. The orderly looked from side to side quickly, "Well, I'm not supposed to talk about it, but he vanished from that fancy private school in London only to be found wandering outside the DLR a week later. He almost died, the poor lad. Whoever killed his family cut his tongue out, and Heaven help us, they took a belt sander..." the orderly whispered, leaning in, "to his genitals." Matilda stood, mouth agape as she continued, "He's never identified the persons responsible. He just keeps to himself, making his art. He doesn't have anybody left." The orderly continued down the hall, "Shame really, all that money and privilege only to wind up here." She shook her head, and Matilda followed her quietly.
"I love you, you know." Liam said charmingly. His head rested in Matilda's lap as she reclined in the shade of the cherry wood tree. Matilda ran her hand through his bangs and sighed happily. "Well?" he asked, "What about you?" Liam reached up, rolling on his side as he pressed his head to her stomach. He rolled her hair along his fingers and Matilda blushed. "I can't fall in love with you, Liam." she explained, "You don't understand, my mother will kill you. She can never know about us." Liam scoffed, "I'm not scared of your mom." he sat up, looking her in the eyes. "That..." she said softly, "is because you've never met her." Liam leaned in, softly pressing his lips to hers. Matilda looked crestfallen and Liam took her hands as she leaned forward. "Tilda, my family has money. You'll run, we will run far away where she'll never find us."
Matilda's words echoed in Liam's head as he sat in the silent room alone. He blinked rapidly, ashamed of his tears all these years later. "There is no place where she can't find me, Liam." she whimpered softly, "There's no place we'd be safe for long." Liam closed his eyes, trying to find solace in the knowledge of her safety. If only he hadn't sent that letter, how different their lives would be. Liam watched the shadows stretch across the floor as he remembered that awful day. "So, Liam," Desi said jovially, "You're not afraid of me, huh?" She laughed boldly, her voice echoing in the empty space. Liam sensed someone else, but couldn't see them. He stared at her, trying to hide how afraid he really was. "Let me guess." Desi continued, "My dearest didn't actually tell you what I do for a living, did she?"
Desi didn't wait for a response, grabbing her knife and descending on him. "For the best really," she explained, "I work best when I have the element of surprise. No a luxury I am afforded often with my notoriety, however." Desi cut away his pants with simple, precise cuts and Liam held his breath. Desi threw her hair back and looked over her shoulder, "Darling?" she called sweetly. To Liam's fright, a disheveled clown approached with a power tool in his hands. "This is Matilda's uncle." Desi introduced happily, turning to him. "Should we start there?" she asked. The clown looked him over, laughing maniacally as he turned the sander. Desi straddled him, resting her crossed arms on his chest. "You might presume he's the one you should be afraid of." She said sweetly, studying his features. "And most days you'd be right, but today? For you? There's no one the earth more dangerous than me."
Desi stared hatefully into his eyes, and the sander echoed in the warehouse. "Ok." Liam mumbled, "Apparently there is a lot about Matilda I didn't know. I'll never see her again." Desi waved her eyebrows, a look of satisfaction on her face as she listened. "Oh I know." she said, examining her nails. "I know you're never going to see her again." Desi sighed loudly, pulling her knife again, "Yeah, I don't need you to tell me that." Desi rose to her feet, leaning over him. Joker watched pleased as Desi laughed and Liam screamed before clicking his tongue and walking up to take over. Liam struggled to calm his breathing as he remembered, and he wondered why Matilda had come into his life all these years later.
The orderly stopped in front of Liam's room with Matilda. "Here we are." she announced, "They sedated him, so he should be calm. Go ahead and talk to him." Matilda crept into the room, looking at Liam as he tared off into the room. She sat across from him in the small room and took a deep breath, "Liam? It's Tilda. Tilda?" she asked gently, "You remember me don't you?" Liam's eyes slowly lifted to her face, and he moaned softly in response. Liam pointed at the small notebook on the table, and Matilda grasped it and a pencil for him. Liam took it and wrote a single word before returning it to her hands. Matilda rolled her eyes as tears spilled from them, reading "Mother." Matilda wiped her face, forcing a bitter smile. "I am so sorry." Matilda said desperately, her tears flowing freely as she looked to the floor. Liam reached out, gently wiping her cheek and Matilda grasped his hand, holding it to her face.
Liam scribbled down onto his pad, holding it up for Matilda to see. Matilda read the few words, shaking her head quickly as she released his hand. "Oh, no Liam. This was not your fault. You were just defending me. I should have warned you, I should have told you what she was capable of." Matilda swallowed hard, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. "I didn't want that part of my life to touch this is all. It was selfish." Liam blinked as she listened, turning back to his pad. He held up the pad and Matilda nodded, "I wouldn't have believed you anyway." she read aloud. Liam closed his eyes, nodding for emphasis. He held the pad up for her again, and Matilda read the question silently. "Yeah, I ran away. I even hid for a time, but after what happened..." Matilda trailed away, looking at him. "I fight her now. I'm not in hiding. I'm going to put her away, I swear to you I will."
Liam smiled, looking whimsically at her. "What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious. Liam went to his pad, writing 'My God you've grown.' and holding it up. Matilda blushed, looking at him through her tears, "You look good too." she replied. They sat it silence for several minutes, trying to capture the feeling of lost spring afternoons by the lake and the giddy blush of young romance. "This wasn't supposed to happen." Matilda admitted, "Not to us. Here we sit, nothing between us but the past, and that awful day." She gasped, looking to the ceiling as Liam began to write. "Liam, tell me what I can do. How can I help you? Please, tell me something - anything." Liam looked at her sympathetically, finishing his writing. He took a deep breath and showed her the pad.
'You must leave here and never come back. As long as she and the clown are still alive we will never be safe, and she will do far worse if she finds out. She told me not even you were safe, and I can't live with that knowledge. Promise me, Tilda. Promise you will never come back.'
Matilda stared at the words for a very long time silently. He eyes met his and all at once she realized: her mother was, at this moment, in complete control of her life. Her blood stirred and she felt an anger that until that moment she wouldn't have understood. She wiped her face, nodding at him. "I promise." She choked out bitterly. She nodded again, standing before him. "I will see that she pays for this. I will capture her if its the last this I ever do on this earth." Liam went to his pad, returning the simple sentence, 'Don't let it be.' Matilda scoffed, chuckling sickly as she read. "I did love you." she admitted. Liam smiled, turning the pad up. On it, simply, were the words 'You were worth it.'
Matilda looked away from him, walking quickly to the door. "Goodbye Liam." She said, leaving before she had the chance to get overemotional. She heard the door bang closed as she reached the end of the hall, blowing past everyone in the hall without inflection. She reached the street, throwing up into a refuse bin as her head filled with all the loathing and hate her mother spoke of but she had never understood before that moment. Rain began falling on the street, and Matilda looked up to the sky, hoping it would wash her clean of the feeling that all of this was leading up to something horrible. Something final. Matilda took a deep breath, cinched her coat and disappeared into the crowd of commuters.
If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...And it's Sequel, "Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone)"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Three, "Fearless"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Four, "Mother's Ruin"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Five, "Desdemona's Return"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Six, "Idlewild"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Summary: Oh, that's what she did.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: Desdemona/Joker, Bruce Wayne/Lily, Matilda/Dick Grayson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be too busy fucking to write my name...
Author Notes: Comments are love, bitches! Previous stories, over 70 chapters are beneath cut!
Liam was propped in a chair, his face emotionless as the drugs worked their way through his system. He stared out into the room, remembering himself before all of this. Remembering Matilda. Her dress flowed, bouncing as she ran in front of him and down the hill. "Liam! Are you coming?" She giggled, ducking behind the large cherry wood tree that loomed over the lake. Liam stopped, smiling as he watched her. Her auburn hair spilled over her shoulders as she peeked out from behind the tree at him. The nurses all filed out of his room, and Liam's eyes watered as he remembered what he lost.
"I haven't seen a reaction of that caliber since he first arrived." the orderly informed, "Of course, given what he's been through, who could blame him?" Matilda looked at her curiously as they continued down the hall. "What do you mean?" she asked softly. The orderly looked from side to side quickly, "Well, I'm not supposed to talk about it, but he vanished from that fancy private school in London only to be found wandering outside the DLR a week later. He almost died, the poor lad. Whoever killed his family cut his tongue out, and Heaven help us, they took a belt sander..." the orderly whispered, leaning in, "to his genitals." Matilda stood, mouth agape as she continued, "He's never identified the persons responsible. He just keeps to himself, making his art. He doesn't have anybody left." The orderly continued down the hall, "Shame really, all that money and privilege only to wind up here." She shook her head, and Matilda followed her quietly.
"I love you, you know." Liam said charmingly. His head rested in Matilda's lap as she reclined in the shade of the cherry wood tree. Matilda ran her hand through his bangs and sighed happily. "Well?" he asked, "What about you?" Liam reached up, rolling on his side as he pressed his head to her stomach. He rolled her hair along his fingers and Matilda blushed. "I can't fall in love with you, Liam." she explained, "You don't understand, my mother will kill you. She can never know about us." Liam scoffed, "I'm not scared of your mom." he sat up, looking her in the eyes. "That..." she said softly, "is because you've never met her." Liam leaned in, softly pressing his lips to hers. Matilda looked crestfallen and Liam took her hands as she leaned forward. "Tilda, my family has money. You'll run, we will run far away where she'll never find us."
Matilda's words echoed in Liam's head as he sat in the silent room alone. He blinked rapidly, ashamed of his tears all these years later. "There is no place where she can't find me, Liam." she whimpered softly, "There's no place we'd be safe for long." Liam closed his eyes, trying to find solace in the knowledge of her safety. If only he hadn't sent that letter, how different their lives would be. Liam watched the shadows stretch across the floor as he remembered that awful day. "So, Liam," Desi said jovially, "You're not afraid of me, huh?" She laughed boldly, her voice echoing in the empty space. Liam sensed someone else, but couldn't see them. He stared at her, trying to hide how afraid he really was. "Let me guess." Desi continued, "My dearest didn't actually tell you what I do for a living, did she?"
Desi didn't wait for a response, grabbing her knife and descending on him. "For the best really," she explained, "I work best when I have the element of surprise. No a luxury I am afforded often with my notoriety, however." Desi cut away his pants with simple, precise cuts and Liam held his breath. Desi threw her hair back and looked over her shoulder, "Darling?" she called sweetly. To Liam's fright, a disheveled clown approached with a power tool in his hands. "This is Matilda's uncle." Desi introduced happily, turning to him. "Should we start there?" she asked. The clown looked him over, laughing maniacally as he turned the sander. Desi straddled him, resting her crossed arms on his chest. "You might presume he's the one you should be afraid of." She said sweetly, studying his features. "And most days you'd be right, but today? For you? There's no one the earth more dangerous than me."
Desi stared hatefully into his eyes, and the sander echoed in the warehouse. "Ok." Liam mumbled, "Apparently there is a lot about Matilda I didn't know. I'll never see her again." Desi waved her eyebrows, a look of satisfaction on her face as she listened. "Oh I know." she said, examining her nails. "I know you're never going to see her again." Desi sighed loudly, pulling her knife again, "Yeah, I don't need you to tell me that." Desi rose to her feet, leaning over him. Joker watched pleased as Desi laughed and Liam screamed before clicking his tongue and walking up to take over. Liam struggled to calm his breathing as he remembered, and he wondered why Matilda had come into his life all these years later.
The orderly stopped in front of Liam's room with Matilda. "Here we are." she announced, "They sedated him, so he should be calm. Go ahead and talk to him." Matilda crept into the room, looking at Liam as he tared off into the room. She sat across from him in the small room and took a deep breath, "Liam? It's Tilda. Tilda?" she asked gently, "You remember me don't you?" Liam's eyes slowly lifted to her face, and he moaned softly in response. Liam pointed at the small notebook on the table, and Matilda grasped it and a pencil for him. Liam took it and wrote a single word before returning it to her hands. Matilda rolled her eyes as tears spilled from them, reading "Mother." Matilda wiped her face, forcing a bitter smile. "I am so sorry." Matilda said desperately, her tears flowing freely as she looked to the floor. Liam reached out, gently wiping her cheek and Matilda grasped his hand, holding it to her face.
Liam scribbled down onto his pad, holding it up for Matilda to see. Matilda read the few words, shaking her head quickly as she released his hand. "Oh, no Liam. This was not your fault. You were just defending me. I should have warned you, I should have told you what she was capable of." Matilda swallowed hard, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. "I didn't want that part of my life to touch this is all. It was selfish." Liam blinked as she listened, turning back to his pad. He held up the pad and Matilda nodded, "I wouldn't have believed you anyway." she read aloud. Liam closed his eyes, nodding for emphasis. He held the pad up for her again, and Matilda read the question silently. "Yeah, I ran away. I even hid for a time, but after what happened..." Matilda trailed away, looking at him. "I fight her now. I'm not in hiding. I'm going to put her away, I swear to you I will."
Liam smiled, looking whimsically at her. "What?" she asked, suddenly self-conscious. Liam went to his pad, writing 'My God you've grown.' and holding it up. Matilda blushed, looking at him through her tears, "You look good too." she replied. They sat it silence for several minutes, trying to capture the feeling of lost spring afternoons by the lake and the giddy blush of young romance. "This wasn't supposed to happen." Matilda admitted, "Not to us. Here we sit, nothing between us but the past, and that awful day." She gasped, looking to the ceiling as Liam began to write. "Liam, tell me what I can do. How can I help you? Please, tell me something - anything." Liam looked at her sympathetically, finishing his writing. He took a deep breath and showed her the pad.
'You must leave here and never come back. As long as she and the clown are still alive we will never be safe, and she will do far worse if she finds out. She told me not even you were safe, and I can't live with that knowledge. Promise me, Tilda. Promise you will never come back.'
Matilda stared at the words for a very long time silently. He eyes met his and all at once she realized: her mother was, at this moment, in complete control of her life. Her blood stirred and she felt an anger that until that moment she wouldn't have understood. She wiped her face, nodding at him. "I promise." She choked out bitterly. She nodded again, standing before him. "I will see that she pays for this. I will capture her if its the last this I ever do on this earth." Liam went to his pad, returning the simple sentence, 'Don't let it be.' Matilda scoffed, chuckling sickly as she read. "I did love you." she admitted. Liam smiled, turning the pad up. On it, simply, were the words 'You were worth it.'
Matilda looked away from him, walking quickly to the door. "Goodbye Liam." She said, leaving before she had the chance to get overemotional. She heard the door bang closed as she reached the end of the hall, blowing past everyone in the hall without inflection. She reached the street, throwing up into a refuse bin as her head filled with all the loathing and hate her mother spoke of but she had never understood before that moment. Rain began falling on the street, and Matilda looked up to the sky, hoping it would wash her clean of the feeling that all of this was leading up to something horrible. Something final. Matilda took a deep breath, cinched her coat and disappeared into the crowd of commuters.
If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...And it's Sequel, "Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone)"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Three, "Fearless"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Four, "Mother's Ruin"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Five, "Desdemona's Return"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
...or Part Six, "Idlewild"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve