*yawn* 's late. Batman!
Jul. 8th, 2005 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
My god do I have issues.
Tomorrow I drag the kiddos along with me to Batman (yay!), but in the meantime, I have today's crack at some really fucked-up dudes. (wait, and we're talking Batman? that doesn't narrow it down much, you know.) I know. Well, one really fucked-up dude in particular -- Dr. Crane.
This one's for our slightly more mature readers.
WARNING: RAMPANT SENTENCE FRAGMENTS. Do not look them in the eye. Do not offer them a bite of your sandwich. And above all, DO NOT AGITATE THEM. They have been known to swarm in murderous droves. Or something.
Fear was an addiction for Crane. An obsession. It had become, slowly and surely, something beyond professional. Beyond the pale. Insinuated its way into his DSM-V. A fixation, a complex, a need. The thrill of watching the greatest of men crumble and regress, the implosion of a soul, each one whimpering and shrieking his name, was exquisite.
A dizzying cool, the lift in his chin, a suffusion of power and grace. The instant, heady rise to competent manhood, simply by witnessing another’s fall. By being the one to push him over the side and calmly ignore his scrabbling, clawing hands.
The quickening of his heartbeat as his blood yet seemed to slow and cool. The way he had to guard his breath to keep the flush from his face, the dark spark from his eyes. The discovery that, if he licked his lip, it could almost, almost all be imagined into something sensual. The dare that, if he bit instead, it really was.
And the knowledge that, behind the ragged mask, no-one could tell the difference.
Tomorrow I drag the kiddos along with me to Batman (yay!), but in the meantime, I have today's crack at some really fucked-up dudes. (wait, and we're talking Batman? that doesn't narrow it down much, you know.) I know. Well, one really fucked-up dude in particular -- Dr. Crane.
This one's for our slightly more mature readers.
WARNING: RAMPANT SENTENCE FRAGMENTS. Do not look them in the eye. Do not offer them a bite of your sandwich. And above all, DO NOT AGITATE THEM. They have been known to swarm in murderous droves. Or something.
Fear was an addiction for Crane. An obsession. It had become, slowly and surely, something beyond professional. Beyond the pale. Insinuated its way into his DSM-V. A fixation, a complex, a need. The thrill of watching the greatest of men crumble and regress, the implosion of a soul, each one whimpering and shrieking his name, was exquisite.
A dizzying cool, the lift in his chin, a suffusion of power and grace. The instant, heady rise to competent manhood, simply by witnessing another’s fall. By being the one to push him over the side and calmly ignore his scrabbling, clawing hands.
The quickening of his heartbeat as his blood yet seemed to slow and cool. The way he had to guard his breath to keep the flush from his face, the dark spark from his eyes. The discovery that, if he licked his lip, it could almost, almost all be imagined into something sensual. The dare that, if he bit instead, it really was.
And the knowledge that, behind the ragged mask, no-one could tell the difference.
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Date: 2005-07-08 10:20 pm (UTC)you're encouraging me far too much regarding this new fandom.
ooh, wooot! my sibs will hate me for all the 'whoosht!'-ing I'll do... but hell. I'm paying for their tickets. Batman multiple viewing power!
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Date: 2005-07-08 10:36 pm (UTC)Seriously, though (after reading it again).. So very dead on!
My reasons for encouraging you are entirely selfish, rest assured. You simply 'must' write more!
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Date: 2005-07-09 06:09 am (UTC)*blush* thank you! again! he's a very interesting character (to say the LEAST), and while it's scary to get in his head it's also incredibly fascinating. also? supremely pretty dude.
You simply 'must' write more! -- you're saying that to me; I'm saying that to me; muses are saying that to me... I think we're good.