They believed him over me, offering to pay for psychiatric counselling before sending me back. Back. Back to playing the dutiful wife. Back to hiding ...n the shadows, fearing Jake’s temper. How could they?“Stop thinking about it,” I muttered, digging fingernail’s into my palms to stem the sting of tears. “And there’s nothing here, no entity. It’s all in my head.”It had to be. Things like that didn’t exist.The following day seemed to prove my theory: all was peaceful. I spent the daytime dozing. Before I left, I called Jacqui again. I missed her immensely and wanted her wrapped in my arms! She answered, leading to a warm conversation. I was careful not to let on how depressed I was, inquiring about her first day as a manager. She sounded so excited that I couldn't help but feel happy for her, lifting my spirits somewhat but making me realize even more how much I cared for her. She already loved her employees, and it sounds like they reciprocated the feeling. "No," she teased me, "no. The elevator hums as it descends, and Barbara waits on the walkway, one hand on her hip as the doors open.Alfred emerges, his expression giving nothing away. He stops and gazes down at her from the top of a short flight of steps. His tailcoat and pencil mustache are impeccable.“Shall we sit, Ms. Gordon?”“Let’s not,” Barbara replies with a sigh. “Is he dead?”It’s been three months since anyone has seen Bruce or the Batman. Bruce has disappeared before, although usually not for this long.“Master. Get in all fours like a good doggy, and lower your ass. Ok, I did as I was told. I felt her put lubricant on my ass hole and then I felt the massive head of that thing touch my ass. My reflex was to tighten up and pull away; she commanded; don’t fucking move, relax...and then without warning gave a trust that must gone in maybe a little less than an inch...The pain was terrible, I screamed, pulled away, jumped out of bed, hopped around the room like a fucking rabbit complaining about the pain.