<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><i>"I am not much for games. Tell me what it is you want and be done with me you fiend."</i><br/>
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Her lips twitched hearing the words of the Bat. Narrowed, stormy-grey blue eyes continued to bore into the Bat’s own as she kept the dagger at the side of his neck. She shook her head slowly, clicking her tongue with a deep sigh. <br/>
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“Ah. No, no, no. Little Bat.” A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes as her smile widened wickedly, “You.” She started, taking her free hand, trailing her nails down the side of his face before tugging at his cheeks, “are no fun.” Soon, with her index finger and manicured nails, she jabbed his chest with each word she spoke, repeatedly, “Remember, you have no power, at all.” <br/>
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Without any indication, the young woman leaned in closer towards the Bat, her attention drawn on him, soaking in his presence as she gazed into his anger-filled eyes. The Red Queen delicately extended her arms, reaching upwards towards the cowl that covered his head. In an instant, Vasilisa grabbed the Bat’s pointed ears and pulled the male towards her at eye level, refusing to allow him to look down upon her, faces only inches apart in one swift movement. Warm breath matched the coldness of the rain, seeping into both of their attires. The impact of such a force should cause an immediate reaction towards the Bat’s heart, she hoped, and the thought of his heart racing nearly caused her smile to grin even more as she let out a small, mocking laugh.<br/>
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“Oh,” She cooed, her voice raising an octave higher, almost akin to a woman speaking to a baby, “But, is the widdle Batty upset? Wonderful. You won’t get so far if you don’t succumb to me.” <br/>
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Quickly, the Red Queen pushed back the Bat’s cowl, releasing him from her firm grasp but not without making sure she caused  harm onto him, though she knew, it would never amount to the pain she felt. A small cut where the dagger was on the Bat's neck made her gleeful, seeing the reddened mark flow small droplets of blood down his skin. Vasilia wanted to hear those uneven breaths, the racing of his heart, and most of all the displeasure in his tone. It ignited something in her, just the mere imagination of seeing such a foreboding man, squirming under her fingertips brought pleasure in her eyes. <br/>
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With her bare foot gliding across the wet pavement of the alley, as her dagger was still held in her left hand, the Red Queen shook her head, as the rain washed away her sins across her silhouette. Oh, she loved the coldness of the water. Silence coursed through the air for a moment as she took a deep breath before turning her attention to the immobile male. "Have you heard of the gala happening tonight?" <br/>
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She didn't wait for an answer. <br/>
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"All of Gotham's  most important personnels are going to be there. . .  a charity ball, or rather, what they want you to believe and some welcome-back for a stockholder's daughter. You want to catch corruption in action? Come."<br/>
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Another pause. <br/>
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"Well, it's not like you have a choice, little Bat. If you don't come and the clock strikes midnight. The loses are on you. And I'll make sure of that."<br/>
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Turning on her heels, the Red Queen walked towards the Bat once more, her cheshire smile etching across her lips as she held the dagger in front of both of them. "Your blood on this is enough and who do you think the cops will believe more? A damsel in distress or a vigilante of the night? Don't be stubborn or suffer, Bat. I'll see you soon." Without another word, Vasilisa jumped upon him as her legs wrapped around his waist before she placed a kiss upon his lips without his permission. "Such a cutie." She whispered before running off.</span>