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Tonight was colder than usual, you were coming out of Dream Bean, the cafe you worked at. Waitressing wasn’t the career you thought you’d go into but you recently moved into Gotham and it was the only job available that would accept you. You majored in communications back in your hometown but the city was unwelcoming to your expertise.
So much for my communications degree
You thought bitterly to yourself as you trudge down the littered streets. As you’re heading home, you see a red dot on the ground. It drew your attention, its vibrancy and consistency didn't match paint and upon closer inspection did you see that there were multiple red dots that lined the streets. Your stomach dropped as you realized it was blood. Concerned, you followed the trail until you reach an old dusty public bathroom. You don’t bother to check if it’s a male or female only bathroom and you swing the heavy door open.
There’s a man at the mirror, blood dripping from his nose and dried brown spots speckling across his chin. His face is painted to resemble a clown. His hair is a mess. The poor guy looks like he's scared out of his wits. He jumps when he hears the door being swung like he was caught in a guilty act. You're frozen in place as his wild eyes swerve to look at you. Your heart twinges at the sight of him, he looks like a cornered animal.
“Hi, sorry, I couldn’t help but follow you here.” You mentally slap yourself for the stupidest introduction in the world. You sound like a creep and it’s doing nothing to ease the man’s nerves who’s regarding you with suspicion. “Sorry, that was a really crappy introduction. I saw a trail of blood and it brought me here. I was just wanted to help whoever was hurt."
You wrung your hands together.
Visibly, his caution lowers but he's still stiff and you wonder how your shitty explanation managed to somewhat sooth him. Honestly, a lot of times you wish you would think your words over but whatever pops into your mind just tumbles out of your mouth. It's gotten you into trouble more than once.
Slowly, you approach him, pulling out a handkerchief. His breath hitches as you gently dab at his face with it, wiping at the blood that ran down his nose. You then wet it with water, sliding it across his chin to get rid of the dried blood and some of the face paint comes off with the movement. It's a silent exchange between you two. An awkward predicament but neither of you dared to break or think of the strangeness of the situation.
“I’m done. Are you hurt anywhere else?”
He shook his head silently. He didn't talk much and you wonder if you made him uncomfortable. Did you stick your nose into a business it didn't belong in? With nothing else to do nor add (what could you say anyway? You don't dare to question how the man got his injuries.), you make your way to the door. “Okay, I hope everything gets better. I’ll be going now.”
You didn’t care if he thanked you or not. You did it because it was the right thing and that’s all that matters.
“Why did you help me?”
A timid and gentle voice resounds through the room. You're shocked that he says something but you don't let it show on your face. He regarded you with cool eyes, confusion and some sort of other emotion swirling inside.
“Because you’re hurt? It’s what anyone would do,” you say naively not knowing how cruel Gotham is.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m (Y/N). What about you?”
“Arthur.”
“That’s a nice name. I hope tonight goes smoothly for you. I’ll see you.”
You almost slap yourself at how stupid your sentence was. Who the hell tells a guy who obviously had a rough night that you hope things would be all good again. The see you part was the stupidest part of all, you doubt you'd see him again. Gotham was a large place and chances of meeting him is slim to none.
Little did you know, Arthur developed an infatuation with you and he’d do anything to make sure you two meet again.
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Later that night, Arthur laid in his bed with you plaguing his thoughts. When he first saw you, he thought he was hallucinating again because no way could a woman be that beautiful. He wondered why such a gorgeous girl such as yourself would ever help him. In his entire life, nobody bothered to extend a helping hand to him, leaving him to fend for himself. Then you came along, unafraid and concerned for him even though he was a stranger and danger to society. To him, you were an angel sent down from the heavens and you couldn't be a hallucination because there's no way his broken mind can conjure something so nice.
He shut his eyes, your touch still lingering on his face. The warmth of your body pressed against his. He’d never been touched this way before, touched so gently and with care. For once in his life, something good happened to him.
Arthur wanted to meet you again but there was a problem, how was he going to ensure a second encounter? An image of you in your work uniform popped into his mind's eye and he remembered that he visited Dream Bean in the past. He smiled, rejoicing in his victory. He'd meet you again tomorrow.
That was a promise.
But there were more urgent matters to attend to, such as his pent up arousal. He shoved his hand into his briefs, languidly stroking his cock to the thought of you. It didn’t take him long to get hard. Not only were you gorgeous but you had the most kissable lips in the world. Pink yet supple and the way you bit your bottom lip while wiping his face was enough to send him over the edge. Every time your leg accidentally brushed against his thigh, blood rushed downwards and he prayed you wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants. Now in the comfort of his room could he relieve the tension from the bathroom.
Panting, he was drawing closer to his climax, his movement increasing in speed and he moaned your name into the pillow, muffling his cry. His seed spilled across the bed. Once. Twice. Thrice. Nobody has made him come this many times before. Not even the women in his porn mags with their gigantic breasts and perfectly shaped body could've made him this hard. He felt dirty. Extremely dirty for thinking of you like that, you were pure and here he was fantasizing of all the positions he could fuck you in.
Grimacing, he got up, needing to change the bedsheets.
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Nowadays, you felt watched. Each time you made your way to work, it felt like there was a presence lingering in the background, eying you from a distance. But you’re pretty sure you’re just being paranoid for no reason. You didn’t see anybody suspicious every time you turned around.
Maybe I’m going crazy
Today, you unexpectedly run into Arthur at work. You're surprised to see him but you're delighted that he's doing better. Without the paint to obstruct his features, you could see what he actually looked like. He was by no means what you would call the handsome and would never be in society's eyes but he had a messy yet sweet look to him that you were somewhat attracted to. He sat at one of the tables and flagged you down.
“Hey, so we did meet again.” You giggled.
“What a surprise. I didn’t know you worked here.”
You smirked. “Guess I’m always full of surprises. Is there anything I could get you?”
He glossed over the menu. “Can I get one latte please?”
“My specialty. One latte coming right up.” You jot it the order onto your notepad. When you turn to head to the coffee machine, his voice stops you in your tracks.
“Hey (Y/N). When do you get off work?”
You look at the clock, it's 12:30 pm.
“I’m getting off at 3:30. Do you want to meet me outside?”
He vehemently nodded which you found cute. It's nice to see someone eager to talk to you more. There wasn't a lot of friendly faces here in Gotham. Your co-workers were decent but they kept you at arm's length for some reason. It surprised you to see how open and friendly Arthur was from yesterday where he was quiet and spooked. It seemed like he appreciated what you did for him even if he didn't voice it.
Throughout your shift, you don’t notice how Arthur was intensely eying your every movement or how his eyes dropped to your thighs that peeked from your uniform’s skirt. He hungrily drunk in the sight of you, your hair that fell in cresses down your shoulders, your neck that begged to be marked with his love, your breasts that strained against your blouse and those lips that he badly wanted to kiss.
He wanted to make you his.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
That was the only thought that ran through his head.
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You met up with Arthur after your shift, now changed out of your work uniform. He was leaning back across the wall of your cafe with a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips.
“Hey (Y/N). How was work?”
He took the cigarette out and flicked it to the side.
“Busy. As usual. Some customers can be really rude but whatever it’s fine. Where did you wanna go?”
“It’s a secret,” he said with a mischievous smile.
“Lead the way,” you said naively unaware of your impending doom.
Behind you, he smiled, all so with foul intentions.
The two of you chattered along the way. You were so caught up in the conversation that you failed to notice how the streets were getting narrower and narrower and the people were getting less and less. Arthur was leading you to a secluded part of the area and you had not the slightest acknowledgment of it, putting your full trust in him. Eventually, you reach an alley where darkness stretched from all sides. The only light source was from the sunlight behind you, streaming to illuminate a part of it.
You wonder if Arthur mistakenly took the wrong path.
“Hey, I think we reached a dead end. Let’s go some other way.”
You turn around and you feel a cloth clamped onto your nose. A sweet smell drives up your nose and your mind is thrown into a frenzy when you realize it's chloroform. Arthur gripped your arm, trapping it behind you as you struggled to break free of his grasp. You thrashed and thrashed but it did nothing as you could feel your consciousness slowly slip away from you. You tried to scream but your vocal chords malfunctioned.
Arthur brought you into an alley that was isolated from everyone else. No matter how much you struggled, no matter how much you tried to yell, nobody would rescue you.
“You’re going to be mine forever (Y/N).”
That was the last words you heard before your world went black.