NavyTears

1. Introduction: Selina knew better than just to approach the most eligible bachelor in Gotham without someone who knew him personally and who could vouch for her work as a professional. She had absolutely no interest in the man outside of the fact that he had some of the deepest pockets in the room or that he could be a potential target in a future heist. But this did not stop her from acknowledging the fact that he was indeed an attractive man. 2. Love: Love is never something a person can prepare for. When you fall for someone, it's like gravity; impossible to defy. Selina could've never been more unprepared for this sudden realizatio

She plotted against me. She hath driven me from my beloved nest. Hence, I cannot rest. In my mind, my heavenly tormentor fills all. Pursue me she did. But not in the way intended. She drove me from my safe haven, bound me tightly with no heart. Her eyes blind to my pain. Ignorant innocence deafened her ears. My feverish dreams, crumpled by her hands. Unknowingly, she murdered me. Captured me at the sight. If only to be her prisoner, what more could I live for? So holy a fulfillment for such a lowly sinner. Torn from her--I will die.

It was fear that created me. Just those 3 little words:      I hate you. From pain, I was forged. And hate--gave me life. Like a newborn child, I struggled to stay alive. My own power was never my own. It was fear that kept me alive. To linger too long...meant certain death. Waiting for those words...was purgatory. To love you was wrong. To think of you was forbidden. My own heart had steeled to your kind looks. Every syllable that should pass your lips was irrelevant. Can't you understand?! Loving a lie can never bring happiness. Nor will I.

Interrupted Blood... the oh-so-sweet essence of life. Its crimson viscosity pools from unworthy corpses... decorates my artful blades with its royal presence. If only Elysium were this entertaining... The jiggling of the door handle-- someone is here. In my room. White robes draped over small shoulders--it's a girl. Her short brown hair could not conceal her face... ALICE. She too, bore the tattoo of Lenor Asylum. But why? Innocent footsteps forward, unsure of where to go. What is she doing here? A sudden twanging of taut strings. Entities are near. She must get out of here!