Original Fan-Fiction: Monicka #2

(If you haven't read Issue 1, click here)

Story written by: Kisser Ne

Rated: M for Mature

Appropriate for audience ages 18+, may contain extreme violence, sexual themes, nudity or profanity.

I knew it was best for me, but it was even more lonely than before. I could admit that I didn't have many friends through out my school years. I was a freak, I was a nerd and I was a teacher's pet. I'd play with a couple of my peers when I was younger but other than that, there was no one but bullies and now I didn't even have them. I had my mother, my father and my school work. Nearing the last of my college years, I turned eighteen and created a daily regiment. I'd wake up, I would read my assigned chapters and complete some of the assignments. Then, I would get dressed, grab my iPod and go for a morning jog. I'd run up and down the city and attempt to avoid all eye contact and then I would return home. I'd exercise some more, performing the simpler activities and then I would hop into the shower, wash off the grime and go back to studying and school work.

I would complete everything, eat lunch with Marian and head to the gym and then in the early evening, I would rush to work and work as hard as I possibly could until the end of my shift. Every day was the same. When I turned 21, my routine was still the same except I had finished school and now my life revolved around my crap-job and my hobbies. I was usually found at the gym where I had become a loyal and active member and usually, no one was there when I was..but on this particular day, things changed. That was the day I met Bruce Wayne...

"I thought the gym was empty today, Tony." She said as she dug through her bag, searching for her I.D, her membership card and her rewards slip.

"Usually, it is, Monicka. You know that! You're the only one who comes here every day at around about the same time..." The young man replied, leaning forward as he took her information. He gestured for her to come closer with a single finger as he cupped his mouth and whispered, "but this is a very special guest."

Monicka looked up briefly at the man who seemed to be very interested in the equipment and returned her attention to Tony, "who is he? A health inspector or something?" She inquired, giving a soft laugh as she brushed her hair behind her ear.

"No, it's Mister Wayne, you know, like Bruce Wayne," he replied as he clenched his teeth together and lowered his voice even more.

"Well, I'll be sure not to bother him." Monicka stated as she gave a quick grin and grabbed her things. She could hear Tony squabbling to himself but she chose to ignore it as she entered the hall and quickly stretched her body out and then hopped upon one of the step-masters. "I'm surprised the multimillionaire has time to spare for this joint." She thought to herself as she ascended and descended with each step.

The machine beeped loudly as she clicked the buttons. She increased the power and began to push herself as hard as she could before switching to the treadmill. She could feel her heart begin to pound and her blood pump, but suddenly she felt as if she was being vividly watched. Her heart raced and the monitor blinked and jingled as her heart continued to thump loudly.

"You've got to be kidding me," she scoffed to herself. He was watching her, whether or not his eyes were glued- she could tell he was incapable to ignore her presence. She glanced over briefly and caught his stare, she could feel her face flush with a light pink tint and suddenly she was completely embarrassed. She slowed the machine and stepped down, walking over to the treadmill as she fixed the settings and began to run hastily. "Just keep ignoring him, Monie." She thought, closing her eyes as she exhaled calmly with each movement. "Don't look at him. Don't acknowledge him. Pretend he isn't here!"

Although, her mind was advising her against it, Monicka opened her eyes and looked over at him again. He was too attractive for his own good and when she saw his innocent and yet devilish smirk, she couldn't help but feel her lip tuck underneath her teeth. "Damn you, Monie. Damn you." She thought. He was too attractive and she was too lonely and flirtatious. She should have just left when she saw that someone was in the gym, but no she had to be stubborn. She was so thick-headed sometimes and this time, she was going to get herself in trouble. The two continued to share looks, but Monie tried to remain nonchalant and continued to her activities. She hopped off the treadmill, dabbing her face with a towel as she wandered over to the punching bag. "Oh, Mister Wayne... you're still staring." She thought to herself as she felt a small, devious smile grace her lips.

She began to strike at the bag, punching and kicking it as it dangled ferociously around in the air. Suddenly, it remained still and she saw that the man was behind it, holding it very carefully so he wouldn't get hit by one of her blows.

"It's easier with two," Bruce said with a grin.

"It's better with one," she replied bitterly, although she honestly felt happy he had finally talked to her.

"I suppose it depends on the situation," he stated. His smile made her melt as she looked upon his features, but she tried her hardest to hide her emotions.

"Yeah, I suppose that is true." She quickly responded as she threw her fists, she could Bruce wobble a bit as he found his balance with the bag. "Calm down, Monie. Don't knock him out."

"I'm Bruce Wayne and you are?" He inquired, giving her a kind smile as he extended an open palm towards her. She looked upon his hand and felt entirely confused. She knew she was a pretty attractive girl, but she wasn't use to any sort of attention. People were afraid of her and intimidated by her. She was still an outcast, even where she worked...

"I'm Monicka Grayson," she replied, placing her hand in his as they gently shook. The warmth made her tremble as she watched him, nervously thinking that it was some kind of evil prank.

"It's nice to meet you," he said. His smile remained as he finally looked away from her and back at the heavy bag that he propped himself up against.

"You exercise here, often?" He questioned, readying himself for her powerful hits.

"Yes," she huffed as she threw her hands into the leather.

"It helps me to relax, helps me to think..."

"I understand how that is," he chuckled warmly. Monicka smiled as she felt the familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of happiness flood her body.

"You'll have to join me more often then." She said, immediately feeling herself blush as she realized what had escaped her mouth. She began to punch and kick harder, feeling embarrassed as she waited for him to say something.

"You're powerful," he chortled a bit as he felt the bag dig into his stomach and felt his feet slide back.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She squealed, hopping back as she placed her hands to her face and covered it worriedly.

"No, no- you're fine," he laughed harder as he ventured away from the bag, rubbing his abs and chest briefly. "You know Superman, by chance?" He joked, shrugging his shoulders as glared at him.

"Cheesy." Monicka said, crossing her arms slyly.

"Worth a shot." He replied as he stepped in front of her...

That day changed my life, completely. I saw Bruce almost on a daily basis, discovering that he was there that day to see if he wanted to help fund it and because of me, he did and kept the gym alive and renovated. Tony and his father were entirely indebted to me and all I asked for in return was that I got a discount on my membership. Soon, Bruce was taking me to his house to train more... Of course, in my mind, I was wishing that he took me there to embrace me like a wild fantasy out of a romance novel...

"See, you're using your strength completely for offense," he stated as he stepped behind her and grasped her arms, "you should be using it defensively, meaning enough harm to get an attacker or opponent away and down but no complete, permanent damage. Understand?" Monicka melted like a ice-sickle and nodded, swallowing as she tried to calm her breath. He ushered her to the graceful form of martial arts, holding her wrists as he positioned and moved her. It was like a dance. Backwards, forwards, left then right. Twirl, back, forth, one arm, then retract, other arm and then retract. They practiced for hours, sometimes it went perfectly as if their bodies were one and they would dance the night away, other times Monicka would grow too stressed and too angry and Bruce would have to suggest that she leave and take a break. She'd always return and if she didn't come back to the manor, he'd find her at the gym. They were an odd pair, but they were friends and for some reason, nothing could keep them separated.

Months went by and their friendship continued to grow and strengthen, along with Monicka's new-found control. Her personality lightened and she was not alone, anymore. She continued to see Bruce at the gym and the manor, training and training the entire night through until they were too tired to do so anymore or when Bruce has to leave...

"Bruce," she whispered as he held her elbows, softly guiding her in each direction.

"Yes?" He replied, quietly.

"Do you..." A silence came over her as she tried to speak, thinking of how she could possibly word her wishes. "Do you suppose I could stay with you tonight?" She asked, continuing in the motions where he lead her.

"You always do and you're always welcome to stay at my home," he said, pausing only for a brief moment as he tried to lead her hands again.

"No, I mean..." She said, pausing as she slipped gently from his grip and turned to face him. "May I stay with you?"

He brought his hands to her waist as she draped her arms around his neck. They both leaned in as their bodies pressed against each other...The moonlight flooded the room as they inched closer and closer. Monicka could feel her heart pounding in its cage as their lips touched, she never could have imagined something so perfect happening to her. It was innocent, but full of venom as they broke from the kiss. She opened her eyes briefly to see her friend, looking down upon her as he brought a warm and gentle palm to the side of her face and kissed her again. It was an immaculate feeling and they both chose to indulge themselves.

Bruce nodded, pulling at her hand as he ushered her through the corridors and up the spiraling staircase. He walked her to his room, opening the door for her as they both entered. She was taken aback by the mysterious beauty of his chambers, it was so empty and yet so full. It was like a partially colored painting. He took her in his arms once more, gently kissing her upon her mouth and then traveling down her slender neck as he lead her towards his bed. He laid her down as he balanced above her, kissing every inch of her showing flesh... They stripped themselves of their clothes, strewing them about the place as they became hot and heavy. They made love for hours, continuing on and on with a passion that had been growing over time from the very first and when it was over, Monicka fell asleep in the arms of her only companion.

...I fell in love even deeper than I already had been with the man. I found a friend in him, someone who cared that wasn't my mother and father. He was someone different and secluded, like myself. He was admired by the world, but he admired me and I thought at the time perhaps, I had even found my soul mate... Unfortunately, these things are not like they are in a fairy tale, especially when these things happen in Gotham...

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Original Fan-Fiction: Monicka #3

"the Scandal"