Summary: Summary: Dating Roman Sionis and being a famous designer interesting things happen to those in Gotham.
⚠️ WARNING⚠️ There is torture. It is not pretty. You have been warned!
After pulling up to the warehouse, the driver cut the engine.
He took the mask from you. “Thank you.”
He looked at the vivid blue, purple bruises that blossomed on your cheeks. The blood that had dried on the corners of your mouth. Finally, saw where the ropes had rubbed some of your skin raw. It made his blood pump with hot rage. It had been awhile since he had been that angry. How they damage what was his.
“Tonight, Gotham will learn the lesson of what happens if someone hurts my queen.”
“Your queen? He watched your brow stitch together. “I thought that was Circe.”
“Yeah, she is so elegant. She’s closer to your age, and she’s from world you come from.” He could hear a sadness that was different then what you felt from being kidnapped and slapped around by these animals.
He put his mask down beside him. Then he grabbed both of your hands. “You will learn this, Y/N I am not one to indulge falsities or embellishments. So when I said you were mine, I meant it. I had taken you on the new queen of my territory for what it’s worth. Circe, threw it all away when she thought I’d never kind out about her and Bruce in my own fucking bed.”
“So, you saw someone bloated with guilt and jealousy.”
A single tear escaped one. “That was why I walked away, I walked right into the plan they were springing.”
Letting go of one your hands, he brushed the tear away with his gloved hand.
“That is why tonight they will bleed.”
He knew you could still feel the slaps, you could still feel as he squeezed your thigh. He was going to make it so no one ever dared hurt or touched you again.
“While I am in there, try and get some winks, I may be a while.”
Grabbing the mask, he exhaled and he slipped the mask, his face into place.
“Roman?” You said, you heart thudding.
You cup one of his black metal cheeks, his blue eyes have taken an icy edge. Normally, that would have worried or scared you. Now it excited you. You kissed the other cold cheek.
He nodded as your hand went back to your lap. He tapped on the glass and the driver opened the door and he slid out.
Once closed, you slipped into his seat. You undid the straps of your heals, you rubbed your now tired feet before tucking them under you. It felt like a lifetime ago when you had put them on. The warmth of him in seat as you curled up against the leather padding of the door.
You watched in the rear view mirror as he went into a door with a satchel off one shoulder. Then you let yourself close your eyes.
“I have arrived!” He announced.
He put the satchel down on a table that was set before the three bodies hung from the rafters. Each of them wriggled like worms on a hook. He made him chuckle, the sound was louder from behind the mask.
“Mikey, Larry...how nice to see you!” He said as he went over to each one pulling them by their hair to see their faces.
“Who the fuck is this?” He ripped off the duck tape that covered the man’s mouth. “Who the fuck are you?”
He shook with fear as he pulled harder on his hair.
“I’m Benny...Benny the driver.”
“Oh...ooh should have known that blonde hair anywhere. You’re their assassin with a golf driver. I like the method.” He chuckled and pushed him off so he could swing with the others.
He went over to grabbed his first knife. It had ragged teeth. He loved seeing his reflection in the spotless metal.
“Zsass, does he even need to be here?” He came over to him and shrugged.
“He’s only ever been pain in the ass. But he’s efficient enough with that golf rod.”
“Zsass that’s a golf driver,” he corrected his henchmen with a sigh.
He went over to Benny. “Did you have anything to do with taking my girl?” He grabbed him by the hair again with one hand. The man shook his head. “Maybe we can hire you? I could always use fresh blood on the team.” The man, shook his head agreeing.
“What do you think Zsass? We could stock up on some golf drivers.”
Zsass, just shrugged indifferent.
He went behind the man and tied his arms that we bound behind him. “Would you give your loyalty to me? Would you work along side Zsass, he my main henchmen.”
The man nodded. “You can speak Benny. Tell me.”
“I pledge you my loyalty.” His face relaxed. “I have plenty of golf drivers.” He let go of his head gently.
“Would be interesting to learn how to kill with golf clubs.” Zsass smiled. Black Masked just looked at him. He wasn’t in the mood to keep correcting him.
He shrugged. “Why stop at golf drivers?”
“Good point.” He admitted before going over and grabbing Mikey the Scar by hair, he had been the one who called him.
“Did you hear that Mikey?” He asked grabbing him by his hair. “He wants to pledge his loyalty to me?” He chuckled.
He pushed him away again and went over to Benny. He knelt down beside him. “It’s an interesting method, those golf drivers.”
“They are boss, they can be a lot of fun.”
He grabbed him, violently by his hair again and this time grabbed him close as he stood up. He drew close to his face. “But that is too messy of a kill. I’ve seen stories of your kills in the news.” He then sliced from one side of the man’s throat to the next. Blood flew and erupted from the man screamed and he letting him go, he swung violently by his ankles, desperately holding the slash with both hands. “We like it clean here.” Blood splattered his black suit, his white gloves were now turning scarlet.
Not very long, the man stopped wriggling and stilled. A small red pool, formed below where the man’s head hovered.
He dropped the knife with a clatter on the table with a clatter.
He went over to Larry the Fab. “Hello.” He grabbed him by his hair. “So how are you going to end up with my girl now?” He looked towards Zsass, “can you grabbed the blowtorch?” The man’s eyes widened in fear.
“Oh, don’t worry that is necessary.” He tapped his chin. “You didn’t answer me.” He then ripped off the tape. “How are you going to end up with my girl now?” He shook him so he felt it in his ankles.
“I’m not.” He sputtered. His fear making his voice shake.
“Isn’t she a treat on the eyes? Are you the one who cut her dress?”
“Come on, talk to me. We are having a dialogue here. Truth will set you free.
“I did.” He swallowed hard. “I had to bring her to the dressing room and the dress kept on catching.”
“Ahhh the dress kept on catching.” He nodded agreeing. “That’s why you cut it well above her knees?”
“Get it. You wanted to see those thighs, I get to stand between hmm? Over have over my shoulders when I want right?”
“I guess you saw the marks I leave sometimes on her.” He paused and looked at the blowtorch. “You can turn it off. Not sure we will need it. But put it there.” He pointed off to the side of him.
“See, we’re talking here.” He looked down at Larry. “You didn’t answer me Larry. Did you see the marks my hands leave on her soft thighs?”
“I figured you. Had to hitch that fabric just a little higher.” He moved his head from side to side. “You have to know, she just drives me crazy. I’ve never needed sex as much as I do now that I am around her. Even when we are just talking about the news over breakfast. Did that happen to you Larry? Did you begin to crave her?”
“Larry...Larry what did I say about telling the truth?”
“Good. Now..tell me did you touch her thighs?”
Mikey made a sound beside them he let go of Larry and went over to him.
“What the fuck do you want? Can’t you see I am having a nice conversation with Larry?” He ripped off the duck tape.
“I told him to not touch your girl.”
“Good, well thank you Mikey. That was very nice of you.” He paused and looked at Larry. “But you, Mikey you touched her too.”
“You did...I know you did. You’re the one who started with the slaps...and you pulled her hair.”
“That is still touching. Why did you have to pull that soft hair? Was..it because it was so soft? You wanted to feel it?”
“See I love feeling it. I feel it on my chest waking up in the morning when she is curled up to me. Or I feel it on my thighs when she so wonderfully takes me into that sweet little mouth of hers. Something you will never know.”
He went back over and grabbed Larry. “Yes, Larry you will never know what her hands or little mouth will ever feel like.” He chuckled. “and believe me no fantasy can compare. So tell me this, I am curious did you touch her with one hand or both on her thighs?”
He began to shake. “Both.”
“Great, thank you for the honesty.” He looked at Zsass. “Mm Zsass, turn it back on. Maybe just go over the surface of his hands.”
“What the fuck?” His fear turning his scream into a shriek.
“You touched my girl. There has to be some form of punishment.”
His screams turned into howls as a fouls stench filled the air.
Roman, smiled, while the man still howled in agony. “You don’t fuck with Roman Sionis or his girl.” Grabbing his knife he plunged and twisted it right into the man’s heart.
Zsass turned off the blowtorch and let him go.
“Good..good.” He looked back. “Oh, you can stop..we should leave him something of his hands, he only did touch the thighs..he could have done worse.”
“I...I...” Mikey sputtered, unable to speak.
“Oh you think I will use that on you for touching, for slapping my girl, my queen?”
“Yes...” he shook in his grasp.”
“They were just slaps and hair pulling...one does that with kidnapping. He shrugged. “He touched her thighs, those are my fucking thighs.” He swallowed. “Now what should I do to you?”
“Please...I’m sorry. Fuck I am so sorry.”
“Really Mikey...are you sorry?” He traced a finger on the man’s scar, blood from Benny smeared on his face. “I thought when someone had given this to you, you would have smartened up. Wasn’t it Jimmy that gave that to you?
“Then why are you so fucking loyal to him?”
“Oh..interesting..I knew you were a little worm.”
“Zsass, take his fucking face and sclap off!”
“Fuck you! You took what’s mine.” He let him go. “I am done here.”
He went to leave. “Woooo!” He gave a sound of victory. “What was fun, boys!” He twirled.
“Zsass, you and your boys clean it up and have fun if you want with Larry!”
He shed his gloves and went back out to his girl. As he stood outside of the car he saw that peace had filled your face as you slept.
At least you have no nightmares, the thought as he got back into the car. He slid over to be close to you. He took off his face, and put it on the seat beside him. He rubbed his face and ran his fingers through his hair, as he relaxed. His driver was taking you two home.
Gently, he reached out to you sleeping form and eased you to him. Deeply asleep but knowing what your body wanted you curled up to his sold frame. He smiled down at you and kissed the top of your head. “My queen his whispered.” He put one arm around you and the other he, gently let his hand caress your hair as you slept.
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