crossoverfic | Fighting Against the Fear; Batman/Sucker Punch; Crane/Babydoll; PG-13 (Reply)

Title: Fighting Against the Fear
Fandom: Batman/Sucker Punch
Author:

rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Crane/Babydoll
Word Count: 646
Note: First crack at writing both of these characters. :D
Rating: PG-13

“You’re not my doctor.”

Despite everything that happened in the past few days, the innocent blood that she came covered in (poor little sister that got in the way), Babydoll as she claimed to be was far from shattered.

(but she wasn’t far from the edge, and this doctor might be able to give her a nudge in the wrong direction)

“Well, I saw your case (and the blood on your hands) and it intrigued me, which is quite rare, so I couldn’t help myself. Now, I want you to tell me about your sister.”

The moment I mentioned a source of her break (the guilt that I could see pressing down upon her) I watched silently as she closed her eyes and slipped away so she wouldn’t have to face it.

(a defense I could have used back in the day when father’s fists came flying)

“Closing your eyes and escaping to another world is quite a neat trick, Babydoll (and what kind of name is that?). However I believe it’s time you came back to this mellow toned reality.”

I grabbed a hold of her face, admiring the soft skin (and what a shame it was) under my finger tips and couldn’t help but run the tip of my finger across those lips, sliding my finger nail down the side of her cheek.

(wishing I could close my eyes and become some else as easily as she could)

As I drew blood her eyes shot back open, filling up with the harsh light of reality as I shook her out of her dream world (taking away what little bit of comfort it gave her), I could tell that she dying to leave me once again.

(forget all her problems by simply closing her stunning blue eyes but I wasn’t finished yet)

“I do feel a tad bit bad about this next part, baby, but my own trick eliminates the weak from the strong. And I have a very good feeling about you, my dear.”

I brought out my favorite toy, the one that I found myself wearing to bed at night (something my lovers did not appreciate one bit), and let it take over my features and it fit like a well-worn glove.

(trying to tell myself that I shouldn’t love their screams so damn much)

“I hope you’re as strong as I believe you to be, baby, because it would be such a disappointment."

The last piece fell into place, the gas that would turn the strongest man into the very thing he fears (watching as his mind slips away before his eyes), and even I felt a single twinge of guilt as she fell victim to it.

(breathing in the thing that turns me from a man into a monster)

Her eyelids fluttered like the wings of a butterfly, confirming what was dangerously wrong with me as I found her fear so attractive, trying so hard to go back to her safe world.

(where little sisters didn’t die from gunshots and masked doctors don’t torture her)

Instead of crawling back inside her mind, going limp and never facing her fears (or the painful guilt), she jumped for the monster before her locked those tiny hands around my neck and ripped away my security.

(to revel the man beneath who was hiding just like she was)

“This isn’t real!”

It didn’t take much to subdue her (thanks to the never-ending supply of drugs at my fingertips), it was hard not to take advantage and steal a kiss off those beautiful lips of hers, and I couldn’t help but smile as I lowered her on her bed.

(finally finding someone that could fight through the madness)

“That’s my girl, now the only thing left to do is to change that horrible name of yours. I’m not the type of man to call anyone Babydoll.”