Feeling Knotty [Open]

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It was a bit chilly on the top of the building, and Summer was starting to wish that she had grabbed the jacket out of her office before climbing up the numerous flights of stairs with her overweight camera man lumbering behind her with the equipment. With a hand placed on the back of her skirt, she hoped he wasn’t attempting to look up her dress and found herself frequently turning around to tell him to hurry it up. A smirk illuminated her features as they reached their destination, the top of Gotham Live building, which rivaled the size of the building surrounding it. It was the perfect place for her little plan of luring the Batman and at least get some footage. In order to do so, Summer intended on putting herself in a perilous position by taking center stage as the damsel in distress, seeing as she did it so well.

She reached the top much quicker than her camera man and hugged herself in attempts to warm herself. Taking a brief moment to survey the area, she waited impatiently for her camera man to join her. “About time” She muttered under her breath, watching as he unceremoniously tossed several bags onto the ground. “Hey! Watch it; there is some valuable equipment in there! Okay, now tie me up.” Summer instructed, willingly putting her wrists behind her back as she sat down on an elevated piece of cement, crossing her legs. A little too willingly, her camera man opened the duffle bag that contained a large quantity of ropes and various other materials. “Are you sure your brought enough stuff, goodness, it looks like you robbed a hardware store.” Taking note of the various wires, ropes and tape, and smirk on his face she was almost beginning to think that he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Summer crossed her legs and waited as he restrained her wrists, legs and ankles with various lengths of thin rope. As he reached for the tape, her eyes widened. “Alright! No, that’s good, that’s enough. “ The redhead struggled against her bonds and found then unyieldingly tight. “Could have made it a little more comfortable, but whatever. Get the camera set up and find somewhere to hide, then I can start screaming.”

Trying to get somewhat comfortable amongst the tight restraining ropes, her expression went from excited to annoyed the moment she heard a low ‘uh-oh’ from her camera man, who had carelessly forgotten the film on the first floor of the massive building. “Are you kidding me? Ughh! I have to do everything!” Before she could say anything else, he was hurrying toward the roof’s exit, “I’ll go get it Miss Gleeson, no worries!” He grumbled, reluctantly dropping the duct tape at her feet.

“Wait!! No!” She squealed. “You can’t just leave me up here like this?” What are you doing? Come back and untie me!” However, it was much too late; the young reporter was left bound and alone on the dark, lonely rooftop. Swallowing, Summer struggled full force against the ropes, swearing she could make out figures in the shadows.

notes: so here is the deal, I actually had this thread a long time ago and so now I am reposting it in order to give it justice and have another go. Please feel free to join me! I will love you forever!
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It was an cool and crisp night in Gotham, the sky clear with little wind blowing which is a rare case in this city. Everyone's favorite assassin was didn't have any hits at the moment, ah what dull times when she didn't have any contracts. It was either stayed cooped up her apartment and watch the winter Olympics, but after watching it for a couple of hours it get repetitive and a bore. They skate, they twirl, they do amazing jumps, yada yada yada. Jade then took her remote and clicked off the tv. Sitting there in a long sleeve night shirt she then rolled over on her couch to a sitting position. "Welp! Time to find something to do..." Cheshire style, of course! She then made her way to a room and pull out a drawer, a drawer where the green garb and white and red mask was kept. She slipped off her long sleeved shirt, remaining in just her black panties. She then began to put on her under armor vest and protective gear. Then putting on her green kimono with the rips and a little bit of blood stains on the edge. Pinning up her hair and then placing on her boots and the unforgettable mask, Cheshire was ready for the prowl. The apex predator of the night.

Cheshire then made her way down the hallway of her apartment building and stepping into the elevator to go to the roof. Pressing the button, the doors then open and a woman is inside. She calmly enters the elevator and stands next to the woman. The woman nervously stands next to Ches. The woman then goes to push the emergency button located on the elevator panel. Cheshire then grabs her hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you... just remain clam and go about your business! Understand?" The elevator then opens and the woman quickly makes her way out to her floor. "Cow..." The doors then close and makes its way to the roof. Cheshire exits and makes her way into the night. "Maybe Martinez has a job for me..." Cheshire then began to make her way across the Gotham City skyline, like a fierce spider monkey across the canopy of the Amazon Rain Forest. She then notices a woman up top a building wrapped in ropes, what in the world? Is she bait, for one of our "heroes"? Will the Batman or any other zero be swooping in to save the damsel any minute? What villain was up to this? "One way to find out, Cheshire ol' girl looks like we found our fun!"

In no time Cheshire was standing right above the entrance of the stairs and staring at the red haired beauty. "Summer Gleason???" Cheshire then grins and begins to laugh. Approaching behind her quietly Cheshire then takes a seat next to Summer. "Nice night huh?" She then chuckles. "So what a pretty lady like you doing up here all bondaged up in ropes? Are you into S&M or just being a poor boo hoo damsel in distress like everyone expects you to be." Cheshire then taking out a sai. "Like my sai? It pretty huh? Shiney and sharp sharp!" Cheshire then lightly rubs the blade on Summer's throat.

"I loved your latest episode of Gotham Live, what's going to be on the next show? You can tell me, I promise, I no tell anyone..."

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"Are you serious? Come back this instant and get me out of this!” Summer squealed, wondering why he didn’t turn around the moment she started shrieking, after all, didn’t he know she controlled his future at this company? As much as she didn’t want to rely on the newest camera guy for one of her ‘grander’ schemes to lure the Batman, her favorite had the night off to play in his band at a local café. Summer much rather would have been there like she promised rather than sitting on the top of this chilly rooftop tightly restrained by the ropes. He had certainly came prepared, Summer assumed a few ropes from the hardware store might have sufficed but he had brought and entire duffle bag and several rolls of tape. Summer never agreed to tape.

The redhead wasn’t easily scared and this was mostly a controlled situation in her eyes. After all, her camera man would be back in a matter of moments and then they could put her plan into action. She would be out of these tight, uncomfortable ropes within the course of the hour and hopefully have Batman on film to show for it. Biting her lip, she gasped at the sight of a moving shadow, only to realize it was simply her imagination getting the best of her. Summer struggled against her bonds in an attempt to free herself. It had been nearly ten minutes and he had not returned. Either he managed to get lost or something was up, but Summer was no longer eager to stay in this vulnerable position for long. She typically liked being the one in control of the situation, making others feel uncomfortable on the other side of her questioning. However, at this point she felt overall helpless.

A distinct laugh sounded behind her, causing the redhead to jump. Summer craned her neck to stare in the face of a rather unusual mask, causing her green eyes to widen. “W-Who are you-“ She started, shocked as the figure sat down next to her. The redhead’s mouth was agape at a complete loss of words. She began to struggle even more so, growing more and more weary as the ropes held their own. A blush spread across her cheeks at the woman’s statement, though she hoped that the darkness might hide it. Who did this woman think she is – assuming it was a woman; the mask certainly affected her speaking. Where did they come from? Summer had to do everything to withhold the great deal of questions that raced around her pretty little head. One thing was for sure, the mask was incredibly eerie as well as the individuals overall appearance. “Well I- excuse you! No one expects me to be a damsel in distress! All have you know, I am a very independent, respectable woman and I can certainly manage thank you! Now take that back you-“

Summer was silenced instantly as the individual pulled out a narrow looking sword-like weapon. The young reporters eyes double in size and her mouth fell open at a loss for words. What had she gotten herself into? Here she was trapped on the rooftop, tightly restrained at the mercy of some stranger in an unusual mask. This was not looking very promising and she shot a quickly glance in the direction of the door, half tempted to scream for help. “What do you think you are doing with something like that? T-that’s extremely dangerous! Keep it away from me!” Summer exclaimed, unsure what point she was attempting to get across. Once the weapon was raised to her neck, she craned her neck back as far as she could without toppling over, an audible whimper falling from her lips. She could feel the cold of the metal as it brushed across her skin, resulting in a series of chills to race up and down her spine. “What do you want from me?” The redhead began with obvious distain through gritted teeth, attempting to get as much space between the blade and herself as possible.

Talk about her show? While she typically might have indulged in a lighter circumstance, now was not the time bound and defenseless at this stranger’s mercy. “I don’t know. Maybe I will do an exposé on harassing, sword wielding psychopaths wearing demented cat masks. SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE!” She managed to scream, her chest still heaving as she silently prayed that the woman weapon.

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Note: SORRY FOR THE DELAY!!! ;-)

“I don’t know. Maybe I will do an exposé on harassing, sword wielding psychopaths wearing demented cat masks. SOMEONE HELP ME, PLEASE!”

Cheshire began to laugh. "Oh my goodness! I would love that, can't believe I am going to be on the news... spice up that story real good...OK?" Cheshire then grinned under the mask moving Summer's hair off of her shoulder. "I love your hair by the way, beautiful... ok so what do we do now darling? AHH, I know..." Cheshire then takes a seat once again next to her victim. She then proceeds to pull out a small bag containing small bottles of different color liquids. Cheshire them lets out a humming sound trying to decide which one of these liquids to use, poisons most likely.

"Hey Summer! Remember that guy that was found strangled and had gashes in his chest and gouged eyes?.... You know a couple weeks ago, down by Robinson Park!" Finally deciding on a bottle Cheshire takes a syringe and begins extracting the unknown substance. "That was yours truly... he was such a coward, it was his wife that had hired me, apparently he was cheating on her with her cousin's daughter, how scandalous right!!!?" Cheshire now innocently giggling. "I took care of that though. Mrs. Dawson hired little ol' me, said to make him pay, and he paid!" There! Cheshire was done, the syringe was full, Cheshire now wondering if Summer would rather drink it or have in injected into her body, hmm the choices... Cheshire then began to pat the woman on the head like a child or a pet. "I'm not going to kill you, stop panicking, you are freaking me out!!!! I mean I'm not contracted to, so I'm not going to do any thing to harm you, unless I'm provoked obviously!"

Cheshire then removes her mask and gives Summer a kiss on the cheek and plays with her hair. "I think we are getting along very nicely, don't you?" Cheshire begins to laugh devilishly...

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Summer struggled endlessly, utterly perplexed by the figure next to her. The individual seemed excited for a potential segment on her show that wasn’t exactly portraying her in the best light. It led Summer to believe that the person she had encountered was not completely sane, though the weapons that adored her figure seemed to worry the redhead the most. She jerked away as the woman went to touch her, reaching for her red curls. “You never told me who you are,” Summer said, anxiously as she continued to shimmy underneath her restraints, hoping to free herself.

The redhead watched as her company pulled out a series of different colorful vials. “What are those? What do you think you are you doing?” She asked eyeing every move that this strange visitor made. She listened to the words coming from her mouth, “Yes, of course-“ She replied, unaware that she going to be receiving the backstory of the murder. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open in disbelief. “Why are you telling me this?” With this newfound information there were a variety of things she could do ranging from informing the police to using it to her own advantage. The latter was more realistic. After all, the only time Summer ever went to the station was to steal information, or for trespassing.

“You’re an assassin? People actually pay you to murder? Wait that means...you are-” Fear was suddenly struck into the redhead as she realized how severe the situation might become. Had Summer pissed off someone to the point that she had a target above her head? Summer recalled the gruesome death the body at the park had undergone. The image was burned into her mind. Was she too going out a similar bloody, gory way? The young reporter shuddered and continued to struggle, relieved as the ropes binding her wrists began to loosen slightly. “If you are not going to hurt me, what are you doing with that syringe?” Summer asked, scooting her bound body away from the needle and the person. So she was not contracted to kill her, which was at least one promising part.

Attempting to be calm as she put more distance in between herself and the masked assassin, Summer tried her best to speak as soothingly as possible. “I’m sure we could be the best of friends if you just…please put that needle away…” The pretty reporter debated on screaming for help once more, but she didn’t want to anger the figure who was baring a needle.

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Cheshire is loving it. This woman is in complete real and total fear for her life, I mean she should be. Tied up on a rooftop in the middle of the night and in the company of a psychopath trained professional killer. "You want to know who I am? I am a lot of things lady... But... they call me Cheshire..." Now returning the other bottles to her little pouch and keeping the syringe out, she then notices that the ropes are beginning to loosen, Cheshire then grabs a part of the rope and makes it tighter. "You're not going any where silly! Not yet at least..." Then with a look on her face of an epiphany coming across her mind.

"You... you thought I was sent here to kill you?" Cheshire then laughs. "Wow you must have got on a lot of people's shit lists to think that you would possibly have a hit on your head! But I guess in your line of work, you have a lot of haters... I understand that... really I do cause in my chosen profession I have a lot of haters too!" Now chuckling. "Aww, how nice, best of friends huh? You funny lady..." Then all of a sudden there was a noise coming from the stairway leading to the roof, Cheshire now alert is in a prowling stance ready to attack who ever is coming up through that door. The door slowly opens and a man appears half way in the door way with a camera.

"Sorry I took so long Ms. Gleason... the elevator was out so I had to take the sta... ughh who... who... are you?"

Cheshire now confused looking at Summer and then back to the man, thought to herself.

"Wait a minute! A camera man...? What is this? Was this staged?"

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Cheshire: Summer had heard that name before. A vivid amount of images regarding the notorious individual’s handiwork raced through the young reporters head, frightening the girl even more so. With her thoughts currently distracted, the redhead absentmindedly attempted to loosen the ropes restraining her with a good amount of success. The tight cords around her wrists began to give, providing the young reporter with a bit of hope. Just as she can taste her freedom, the woman notices and tightens the restraints even more than they had been in the first place. “What do you want from me?” The redhead whined, continuing to struggle.

At the news that Cheshire was here on her own terms rather than to unpleasantly end her life, Summer still was unable to ease her mind at this point, especially with the woman wielding a needle. “Well if you are not going to kill me, what on earth is that for!” She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her in the situation. There were a great deal of people that disliked Summer, though she hoped that none of the hatreds had come back to haunt her in this form. It was a relief to know that she would not be killed, though still eyed the injection nervously.

When her camera man raced back onto the scene, his burly figure halting at the door way, Summers eyes grew wide. “What are you doing! Don’t just stand there! Idiot!” The redhead was unsure if she wanted him to start filming or call the cops. One thing was for sure, her next elaborate scheme for luring Batman needed a safe word. She rolled her eyes as her large camera man as he began to retreat.

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Cheshire began laughing maniacally. "I'm Cheshire, your favorite neighborhood assassin and you and your friend here wanted some action, well now you got it." Cheshire now laughing hysterically. She then began to sprint towards the cameraman. The guy was frozen in fear. Summer began to ask him why he was just standing there, not really concerned for him at all.  He then started to retreat through the door but Cheshire caught him by his arm and dragged him through the doorway. She then gave him a jerk by his arm and he hit the ground, from this point Cheshire began to relentlessly kicking the poor man and then she grabs him by his hair and drags him towards his co-worker. "Take a seat next to our beauty here, I've changed my mind! One of you is going to die tonight, but the hard decision of which one."

The man holding his ribs and chest in pain from the attack then began to cry. Cheshire began to laugh. "So how should we decide this? We can play eennie, meeny, miney, moe? Orrrrr... Play rock, paper, scissors? Kinda hard for you to do that one red, kind of tied up huh?" Cheshire then grabbed some additional rope from the bag they had brought with them and she tied up the camera man to Ms. Summer. "There you are both even now, but... I changed my mind once again... sorry tubby I like her better and plus you're just a complete idiot." Cheshire then took a sai and jabbed it in his chest and then pulled it out and slit his throat. There was blood everywhere, pouring all over Summer and the ground below her, Cheshire then shook the remain blood on the sai in sprinkles on Summer's face."Still having fun? Is this what you hoped for?"

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“Do something! Idiot!” Summer screamed in the direction of her camera man, though she could tell he was just as stunned at the character’s appearance as she was. When he began to run, a couple of fears were eased when she thought he might get away and hopefully retrieve someone that would help her. Then again, after how cruelly that she treated him I am sure that he would much rather allow her to stay bound and at the mercy of the assassin that occupied the rooftop with her.

Summer closed her eyes and turned her head away from the scene before her, instantly feeling knots in her stomach that were tighter than the ones that bound her. Within moments the man was in tears and almost unrecognizable from the instant swelling, but the dizzy redhead refused to look in his direction. At her decision, Summer quickly forced herself to look up. “No! Don’t! You don’t have to do that, really! There has got to be something we can do to work this out!” The young reporter was much less confident in her situation after seeing how quickly she could rough up a man that was half her size, making Summer’s petite and defenseless frame no match for her.

Summer cringed as the camera man began to sob. Despite any pain, Summer was not an advocate of crying. The redhead struggled uncomfortably, her short skirt doing little to shield her from the fierce winter wind. “Look, let’s be reasonable…okay?” She started, her voice shaking a bit only moments before Cheshire had made her choice. A resounding scream flew from Summer’s lips as the scarlet substance stained her pale outfit. She closed her mouth only so the excessive amount of blood would not fly into her lips,

Once his body fell limp, he almost pulled Summer over with him, causing another squeal to fly from her lips. She was suddenly light-headed, feeling as though she might faint at any moment but forced herself to stay upright. “I think I am going to faint...or be sick, one of the two.” She commented to no one in particular and albeit softly. Her ropes were going looser with her panic, making her feel as though she might be able to free herself, but then what?

Turning her head to reject some of the blood splatter, she looked up at Cheshire like she was a complete monster, her bloodstained body practically trembling as she swallowed and forced herself to answer. “No. This is twisted.”



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“Do something! Idiot!” Summer screamed in the direction of her camera man, though she could tell he was just as stunned at the character’s appearance as she was. When he began to run, a couple of fears were eased when she thought he might get away and hopefully retrieve someone that would help her. Then again, after how cruelly that she treated him I am sure that he would much rather allow her to stay bound and at the mercy of the assassin that occupied the rooftop with her.

Summer closed her eyes and turned her head away from the scene before her, instantly feeling knots in her stomach that were tighter than the ones that bound her. Within moments the man was in tears and almost unrecognizable from the instant swelling, but the dizzy redhead refused to look in his direction. At her decision, Summer quickly forced herself to look up. “No! Don’t! You don’t have to do that, really! There has got to be something we can do to work this out!” The young reporter was much less confident in her situation after seeing how quickly she could rough up a man that was half her size, making Summer’s petite and defenseless frame no match for her.

Summer cringed as the camera man began to sob. Despite any pain, Summer was not an advocate of crying. The redhead struggled uncomfortably, her short skirt doing little to shield her from the fierce winter wind. “Look, let’s be reasonable…okay?” She started, her voice shaking a bit only moments before Cheshire had made her choice. A resounding scream flew from Summer’s lips as the scarlet substance stained her pale outfit. She closed her mouth only so the excessive amount of blood would not fly into her lips,

Once his body fell limp, he almost pulled Summer over with him, causing another squeal to fly from her lips. She was suddenly light-headed, feeling as though she might faint at any moment but forced herself to stay upright. “I think I am going to faint...or be sick, one of the two.” She commented to no one in particular and albeit softly. Her ropes were going looser with her panic, making her feel as though she might be able to free herself, but then what?

Turning her head to reject some of the blood splatter, she looked up at Cheshire like she was a complete monster, her bloodstained body practically trembling as she swallowed and forced herself to answer. “No. This is twisted.”



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