On The Edge//Bruce//

[brucewayne]

He moved a bit and grimaced, "Why, why are you so-sorry?" his rasping murmur broke a tense silence as he turned his head toward, unable to keep pain from constricting his words. He gently took her hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze, but it wasn't strong like the one last night had been. "I'm sorry." He told her in a rasping whisper as he watched her with pain filled dark eyes.

[Hailey Heart]

She gripped his hand, making up for hisblack of grip with her firm, yet gentle one. She scooted just a little closer. "Because. I don't want to lose you, and I almost did." She sighed, pulleys nc her arms away from them, tossing her arms off, thinking she was only hurting him, she kept a nice grip on his han though. "Why are you sorry?" She asked, moving her head closer to his, and her body only slightly flying farther.

[brucewayne]

Bruce put his arm around her and gently pulled her up against him, it didn't hurt him any worse then he was already hurting. "Because I caused you worry," he told her, voice soft as he ran a hand through her hair, his dark eyes meeting hers. "So I'm sorry."

soo short

[Hailey Heart]

She was surprised as he pulled her closer. She wrapped her arms around him again. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm always going to worry about you. Espically because of who you are." She looked back into his eyes, she was hurt because he was hurt. Her hand had been burned too, but she ignored it. "I always worry for anyone I care about." She whispered, still sorry. "You don't need to be sorry."

[brucewayne]

Bruce sighed, "And I'm always going to worry about you, because of who you are, and that's only one of the many things I love about you." He looked at her hand and took it in his. "You're hurt too." He said softly and gently kissed the burn, his lips barely touching it.

[Hailey Heart]

She smiled as he responded in kind to how she had. She smiled. "I love you, for that reason too." She smiled. When he took her hand and kissed the burn, just barely, she still winced. It had hurt. "Not as badly as you." She told him, letting him keep hold of her hurt hand.

[brucewayne]

Bruce frowned when she winced and murmured an apology. ""I'll be alright, I wouldn't leave you...not now, not ever." ((he just came right out and said it, while she had to make Stevey promise her)) He ran his finger tips across her cheek, a kind glitter in his dark eyes. Batman watched her eyes as he gently smiled a bit wryly at her.

[Hailey Heart]

She smiled faintly. "I'm fine." She promised him. She scooted in just a little more, her face closer to his as she looked into his eyes, he looking right back. She smiled, she had had to make Steven Rogers promise her that, he had just come out and say it. She smiled more whispering. "I don't plan on leaving you either." She rolled over so that her stomach pressed against his side. She kissed his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere." She smiled faintly, her smile really whining through her eyes.

[brucewayne]

Bruce smiled back at her, faintly but it was there. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, liking the silkiness of it. The half smile stretched across his face as the words, "You're so beautiful," spill from his lips. He kissed her forehead and then turned his dark eyes back to meet hers. Yes his side still hurt, but he didn't care, just as long as Hailey was right there next to him.

[Hailey Heart]

She smiled, shivering a little bit. She let her arm slide across his bare chest, looking into his eyes as his fingers ran through her hair. It was something Steve would do to her all the time, but she didn't care about him like that, not anymore...she told herself this anyways...She smiled, a small half smile as he said she was beautiful. She wouldn't believe him, she was covered in scars, and had plenty of dark spots on her conscious. She smiled anyway, not saying any of this to him, not wanting to argue with him. She smiled a little more at him as he kissed her head. She kissed his cheek gently, leaving her face close to his, and slowly letting her eyes close.

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[brucewayne]

He sighed contently, he wanted to stay here with Hailey forever. He leaned his head against hers and gently let his eyes slid closed. For a moment nothing and then sleep crashed him like a tidal wave. He yawned and then welcomed sleep and let himself sink into a sleep that would be anything but dreamless.

[Hailey Heart]

She smiled, hearing the calm breathing of him sleeping. She smiled, opening her eyes for a moment. She smiled, not moving as to not wake him. She sighed, scooting just a little closer, hooking a blanket with her foot, she lifter her leg bringing the blankets within her reach. She smiled, picking them up, and tossing them over her and Bruce. She smiled, snuggling down under them next to him. She smiled, resting her hand on his chest under the blankets again. She closed her eyes again, and drifted off into her dreams.

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[brucewayne]

In his sleep Bruce had memories of a woman, a woman he'd killed himself. Her voice twisted in his head, mocking his fears, showing him what he had once feared, bats. She showed him memories of Rachel that tore at his heart. She made up visions of Hailey...dying, being slaughtered before him. His muscles twitched and his body jerked as his dream self screamed out Mistress Liberty's name, watching in horror as she slumped to the ground, bleeding a pool around her. Hel the name of the woman appeared in his brain and he shuddered. She wasn't dead. She had somehow returned.

[Hailey Heart]

She hadn't even begun to dream. Bruce jerked around next to her, waking her up, as his head hit hers slightly. She opened her eyes. "Bruce?" She asked his name gently, not wanting to wake him, but trying to calm him down. She sat up slightly, slipping her hand into his. "Bruce, it's okay." She kissed his forehead gently, wondering if she should wake him up. She leaned back slightly, wincing at a sharp and unexpected pain in her back. She winced, leaning down again, her head over his chest. "Bruce, wake up. It's just a dream." The pain in her back getting slightly stronger, making her flop gently back on the bed, grimacing in pain.

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[brucewayne]

Hel's sharp ridged knife slipped into Bruce's back, of course not in real life, but it sure did feel like it. He could see her in his mind sliding it into the small of his back. He could feel the stinky red liquid dripping down his bare back, staining lines of red down his spine. He could feel the sharp and unbearable pain jolting through his body as his back arched, a grimace distorting his face that had once been calm with sleep. His body flopped back against the bed, in his subconscious mind feeling himself give a sharp intake of breath, unable to draw more. The breath rattled in his throat, he couldn't get a hold of it. The imaginary wound to his back slowly killing him in reality. He tried to gasp some breath into his lungs, but he couldn't get it in as Hel's sick chuckle echoed throughout his head. The macabre sight of her half skeletal face slammed into his mind, making a shudder travel up his spine, pain driving knives into his body.