I Feel Like A Monster! (Guy needed!)

He stepped back in pain, then looked up at her. "You should forgive him, don't you know that? You forgive people for the mistakes they made not for them, but for you, or else they're going to take control of your mind..." He panted for breath. "They can mold it into anything they want to if you don't forgive them." He said, picking up his strength and round-house kicking her in the face, then tripping her and pinning her to the ground. Suddenly, a loud bang came from below the roof, and sirens began to wail. Flames sputtered out from the windows, smoke beginning to rise. On instinct, he put on his gas-mask, getting off of her and slowly backing away, examining the situation.

He laughed dryly through the mask. "You let your pride take over you at a time like this?" He asked, slowly beginning to approach her. He lifted her up bridal style and glanced over at her. "You may not need my advice, sweet cheeks, but you sure as hell need my help." He said before running to the edge of the building and jumping off. He pressed a button on his watch as they fell, and right when they landed, they landed in his bat-mobile. His father was talking with the police, glaring over at his son. He started the engine and took off his mask, ruffling his hair a bit before putting both hands on the wheel.

He laughed slightly, ruffling her hair a bit. "Well, without me, believe it or not, you could of suffocated up there due to smoke inhalation." He said, then pulled over at a gas station. "Stay put, okay?" He asked, then dashed off into the store. He returned moments later with two large bottles of water. "Here ya go." He said, handing her one. He opened his and chugged it down, some dripping from his mouth. As he put the cap back on the bottle, he paused a moment. "I should not of done that. I'm gonna get sick later... Shit." He turned to her. "Do NOT copy the way I drank my water." He warned then started the engine again and began to drive over to Wayne Manor, which was a good forty-five minutes. "You can rest if you want to, it'll be a while until we get there." He said, keeping his eyes on the road.

He shook his head with a slight smile on his face, glancing over at her from time to time. "We don't particularly want to kill people. And in some situations, villains grow on us..." He said, pausing for a moment. "Even to the point where we can't kill them. That's much like my fathers situation. He has grown to the point where he can harm the Joker, but he could never kill him, even if he wanted to." He said, taking a few right and left turns. Finally, they reached Wayne manor. He pulled up into the garage and parked the car, walking up the stairs and unlocking the door. He walked into the dimly lit mansion and sighed, exhausted. "I guess you could stay here for the night if you wanted. The guest room is down there, and it has a bathroom if you wanna take a shower." He said, yawning at the end of his sentence. He went over to the couch and collected a blanket and pillow and sat down on it. "I'd avoid my dad for now, I'll have to talk to him first." He added, taking off his shoes and shirt, turning on the T.V and yawning once again.

He glanced over to her and jumped up. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a blue blanket. Before throwing it at her he said, "Here ya go." He then walked into the kitchen and began making himself a sandwich and glancing over at her. "Want me to make you one?" He said, pulling out some ingredients.

"Alrighty, then." He said and began making two sandwiches, singing a bit as he did so. Once he was done, he put them on two separate plates and got a bag of chips and two sodas. He went back over to the couch and sat down. He gave the other plate and soda to her then began searching for something to watch. "Do you like anything in particular?" He asked, gesturing towards the flat-screen.

He raised a brow. "Spongebob? Well now you're just f-ckin' with me. But okay." He said, surfing the channels to get to Nickelodeon. He furrowed his brows after a moment, stuffing his mouth with chips. He looked down at his stomach. "Look at me! I'm such a slob, man. I'm so chubby!" He exclaimed, patting his actually very well muscled abs. He puffed and looked up at the ceiling. "That means it's time for..." He paused a moment to add to the suspense that wasn't there. "Brownies." He finished then hopped up from the couch and ran into the kitchen, pulling out some ingredients.

He dropped the spoon he was holding on the counter-top. He stared at her for a brief moment in utter disbelief. "You've never had a brownie before?" He asked, but he didn't give her time to reply before he threw some sugar at her face. "That's for not eating a brownie before." He said with a slight smirk before going to work. He put on a 'Kiss The Chef' apron over his bare chest and began to hum an Italian lullaby Alfred taught him before dying.

He raised his brow and looked at her. "So you wanna play it that way, huh?" He asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well alright then!" He exclaimed with a laugh before cracking an egg on her head.

He gritted his teeth and smiled slightly. "Oh you son of a..." His voice trailed off and he ducked slowly crept down behind the counter with another egg in his hand, popped up beside her and 'BAM' cracked the egg on her forehead. He then quickly sat on top of her and put his hands in the air. "YES! Now, say I'm awesome before I make you!" He demanded, holding her wrists down so she couldn't get up.