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lucifers-trash-stash · 5 years

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Good Girl

Summary: Freddy Krueger has been waiting for so long to haunt the hearts and minds of new victims. As soon as he stumbles upon her, he knows she’ll be the perfect vessel to spread his fear.

Word Count: 3574

A/N: Happy Halloween!!! So this fic was written for @sherrybaby14 and her Fall Into You Challenge, and my prompt was “Why me?” I’ve written for Freddy since high school, but this is the first time I’ve actually written smut for him, and it’s definitely some of the most non-con stuff I have written so uh I hope u all enjoy this insane premise and maybe find it as hot as I do lol I’ve also been playing around with smut in the 3rd person recently just as a way to try something new so I hope you like it!

Warnings: DEFINITE NON-CON! It turns more dub-con towards the end but considering the implications of the fic this is definitely non-con and if that bothers or upsets you then you shouldn’t read it. Knife play, slight degredation (this is Freddy we’re talking about, he throws some “whores” and “sluts” around), loss of virginity, daddy kink, manipulation, tricking someone into sex, and voyeurism. So esentially my nightmare if Freddy discovered what my kinks were.

There were a lot of dreamers that had wandered into the Springwood Slasher’s domain. No one ever came to him willingly, and only a few ever escaped his metal claw. However, the years had not been kind to him, and over time he had grown as rusty as his blades. The people that stumbled into his world often drifted out just as quickly. They simply didn’t scare as easily anymore, and none of them gave a second thought to the man with the ratty fedora and red and green striped sweater, much less spread the fear to their friends.

He simply had to adapt, and Krueger was a man that could devise a solution to this dilemma quite easily. It would take time and the right target, but all would fall into place again, just as it had many years ago. Only a matter of time and he would be back in business.

It didn’t take long for a fly to land in the spider’s web. He didn’t interact with her the first few times she slid into his dream world, taking great care not to spook her away. The time he spent watching her was to gather every scrap of information he could. Her fears, her desires, every thought that flit across her mind as she spent her sleeping hours fantasizing about what she truly wanted. And what she wanted surprised even a man like himself.

He pegged her for college age, a tad older than his usual prey. She was cute in an innocent, naive sort of way, perfect for his intentions. And her plump figure was a nice little addition as well, a body he could really sink his claws into.

But what really held his stunned curiosity were the content of her dreams. This sweet innocent thing consistently fantasized about losing her virginity. And not to any particular man, like a boyfriend or a crush. No, it was perhaps a revolving door of different older men that she dreamt about, whether they were people she knew or they were celebrities, Freddy had no idea. But he knew for certain he wanted to keep pursuing the mind of this woman, and watch her deepest desires fulfilled in her dreams.

All of her dreams followed a similar scenario, whether it took place in her bedroom or elsewhere. Older men with beards, silver hair, tattoos, hairy chests, broad shoulders, some tall, some short, some muscular, some thicker, with large hands that would hold her open as they ravished her body. They would all whisper lewd things to her, telling her how they would take her virginity. Some were gentle while others were firm, depending on what her mind desired at that moment. They would touch every inch of her body, always paying attention to her soft breasts and her soaked lower lips, while she cooed and whimpered as they ate her out. And then they would fuck her in every position imaginable. She must have enjoyed dirty talk, as every scenario involved them praising her up and down, worshipping her, telling her what a good little babygirl she was.

The sight of such debauchery would leave a wide grin plastered over Freddy’s marred skin, his libido raging ever higher at every performance he viewed. He so desperately wanted to turn the dream to his favor, but he had to lie in wait for the right opportunity. It would come eventually.

When he first made contact with her, he transformed himself into one of the men she dreamt of. He didn’t often stay in another form for too long without transforming back to scare his victim, so it was an uncomfortable experience wearing the skin of one of these handsome, older men. Yet she couldn’t tell the difference, performing for him just as she normally would have. He indulged himself, letting her yank at his silver hair while he lapped up her honeyed juices. So long since he tasted from a willing partner, or as willing as this one could be given the circumstances. It was hard containing himself when he entered her, her legs locked around his waist in a vice grip as she tossed her head back and revelled in the pleasure. He even let her curl up to him after as she fell asleep within the dream. He waited patiently until she had left his realm before jumping back up and shedding the skin of the other man, shuddering to himself as if he had just touched something revolting.

He carried on with that for a few more times, until he decided it was time to test what she was capable of handling next. She had been growing bored of her usual dream man, so her mind was susceptible to suggestion. So when he donned the appearance of the man he used to be, long before the fire, she was confused at first and yet accepted him. He was certainly her type, though his thinning red hair was something different than her usual fantasies. He could tell she warmed up to it by the way she ran her fingers through it when he kissed her. Her body fit so lovely against his as he knelt above her, groaning as he sunk within her tight heat. Her fingers ran up and down his smooth skin, a body that was his and yet not. His bare hands could grip her as his hips bucked into hers, everything so accessible to him. Not even his wife had been this exquisite, even at her very best. Eyes rolled to the back of his head as he groaned deeply, praising her on how well she took him. That adorable smile, the smile she made when she had been so thoroughly and enjoyably fucked beyond her wildest dreams by Freddy fucking Krueger, almost drove him to start another round. But this was enough for tonight. There would be many more opportunities.

The longer the charade went on, the antsier Krueger got. This wasn’t his typical behavior. He would have sooner called himself a coward for hiding behind a revolving mask of men just to lure one single woman, but he couldn’t help it. The feeling of fucking her was like a drug, and he was damn sure things would change as soon as he revealed himself. But the real question was why he even cared? Perhaps it was that she would make things harder. Or even worse, he might have grown feelings for her. The thought made him want to retch. He had feelings for no one.

He resolved that when she fell asleep next, he would finally take her.

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For the woman, it started like every other fantasy she'd been living recently. Her dreams over the last few months had become so much more lucid. She woke up hornier than usual, and on a few occasions discovered she had orgasmed in her sleep. It was embarrassing, and yet they were some of the best she had ever had. She thought it was nice to wake up the next morning feeling fully refreshed after her dreamworld trysts.

But this time was different. It was almost as if there was a heaviness in the air, but she couldn’t fully place it. The ginger haired man she had dreamt about recently was here though, waiting for her. She had conjured him out of nowhere a week ago, but wasn’t sure how. Never had she encountered a man like him before, so how could she have thought him up from thin air? He was simply an odd entity from the recesses of her brain and had no reason to believe otherwise.

He waited for her in the entrance of what was most likely a bedroom. A grin flashed as he glanced her over, admiring the nightgown that hugged her form. With a simple coaxing of his finger, he commanded, “Come here, babygirl.”

A shiver shot through her spine, and she did as he asked, stepping closer to him until he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. Her fingers clutched to his weird red and green striped sweater, focusing more on the ravishing kiss than on his unique fashion choices. His free hand wrapped around the hair on the back of her head, pulling just enough to be firm but not too painful. Whoever this dream man was, she wished he were real. He knew everything she wanted and more.

When he pulled away, the smile he gave her made her uneasy. Even with his pleasant expression, his eyes showed no emotion. It was like the smile didn’t reach them, instead putting on a facade. But before she could think about it any further, he spoke honeyed words to her, “I have a surprise for you darling, you’ll be sure to love it.”

There was no time to question him, as he immediately swept her into the room, the door slamming behind them. She jumped, and yet he didn’t even flinch. She was starting to grow skittish, nervous. Things weren’t as they seemed at yet she was sure nothing bad would happen. It was her dream, after all.

All of a sudden he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed, pawing and grabbing at every inch of skin as he peeled the gown from her body. Her nerves settled once more, allowing herself to relax in his arms, knowing that she was safe. It was her fantasy, her dream. He would never betray her, she was ultimately the one in control of him. The only reason he knew her desires so well was because he was from her head. That’s all.

And then another set of hands wrapped around her wrists and pulled them from her body. Her eyes shot open, staring in shock at the sight before her. It was two disembodied hands that ripped forth from the mattress and had grabbed her. How was she supposed to respond to that?

But then she looked up as she heard a dark chuckle above her, her eyes widening as the ginger haired man had turned into someone else. His skin was burnt, his wide smile pulled across his face in malicious glee. The sweater was now ratty and worn, and an equally dingy brown fedora rested upon his head, the shadows covering his eyes but not the hungry glint that he cast down at her.

Her gaze travelled to the glove that had appeared on his right hand, like a shop project from Hell. Over a normal brown mechanic’s glove he had formed metal plates on the back of his hand, extending to the fingers and from there fastening long blades to each finger, creating a fearsome clawed hand. She gulped as his fingers twitched, an amused sound coming from him as he watched her flinch.

It then dawned on her that she was pinned beneath this man, exposed completely to him except for the gown that was still bunched up around her waist. But the blades on his hand could easily rid her of that. And from the look in his eyes, he planned to.

“What’s wrong, babygirl,” he sneered, the pet name sounding tainted on his lips. “I thought you liked it when a man took charge?”

Her breath was caught in her throat, unable to form a response. She simply laid beneath him, not sure whether this was really a dream or not. It felt too vivid, too real. She would never be able to come up with something like this man on her own. Even then, the thought dawned on her that he looked familiar. Behind his wretched face, he still shared those ice blue eyes and his hooked nose with the ginger haired man.

“I don’t understand,” she whimpered. She couldn’t fathom what all of this meant, if it was supposed to mean anything at all.

He simply chuckled, bringing his blades slowly down to her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting pain to come. But the only sensation she felt was a single cool blade against her skin, gently trailing down her body without leaving a mark. When she dared opened her eyes, she saw he was trailing the blades down her skin from the blunt side. Her breath hitched when he brought a single blade up her chest, coming to a stop beside her nipple, already becoming taught from the cold. She turned her head to the side in shame, trying her best to hide herself from him. But that didn’t stop him, if anything the action spurned him further. He groaned obscenely, his thighs tightening around her hips, and she could feel how hard he was through his pants.

She wanted so much to scream, to struggle, to fight him off. But she didn’t want him to grow angry with her and hurt her more than she expected he would tonight. She hoped her submission would please him, and judging by his arousal, it certainly was.

He sucked in a sharp breath, a second finger blade flicking out to join the other. She flinched again, and watched in a mixture of fear and arousal as he tenderly pinched her nipple between the two blades. He watched her expressions through hooded eyes, grinning as she struggled to cope with the new sensations.

“You’ve been very good to me, sweetheart.” His free hand groped at her other breast, pinching the nipple more firmly than her other one, causing her to whimper. The feeling of his burnt hand along her soft skin was new, the texture adding new sensations that she had no idea how to feel about. “Always such a good little girl. I know you’ll do everything I ask you.”

The more he spoke, the more her body began to conflict with her mind. Here was this nightmarish man on top of her, biding his time before he assaulted her. And yet, she couldn’t help how much her core grew hot at every sweet word that came from his mouth. He was right, she wanted to be a good girl for him, whatever that meant. The thought scared and thrilled her in ways she couldn’t begin to fathom.

“Why me?” she asked, her lip quivering as she tried to speak.

He sneered down at her, never once hesitating in pinching and pulling at her nipples. “What can I say? I have a special place in my heart for the cute, innocent ones.” He groaned again. “And the tits are a great bonus.”

He suddenly pulled back from her, simply staring down at the sight before him. “Daddy’s been waiting months for this moment. And Daddy always gets what he wants. Isn’t that right?”

At first she didn’t register it as a question. But his blades neared her throat, and as he leaned down until he was right in front of her face, he growled, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasped, the blades pressing just hard enough to pinch the skin of her delicate throat.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He grinned and pulled back from her, letting her breathe again. “Good girl,” he cooed. “But as fun as being your Daddy is, I need you to become familiar with another name. A name you’ll be screaming as I fuck you so hard into the bed you’ll wake up fantasizing about the next time you fall asleep. That you’ll tell your friends and spread my name as far and as wide as you can.” He paused for a moment, as if relishing the thought. “Only you can help me get back to the power I once was. You would do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she repeated again, and he chuckled.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Now, repeat after me,” he said, pressing his gloved hand to his chest as if reciting the pledge. “Freddy. Krueger.”

“Freddy Krueger.” Saying the name sent a pleasurable chill up her spine.

“Good girl,” he cooed. He adjusted himself so that her thighs were propped up in his lap, grinding himself against her slowly, watching her twitch and whimper. “Yes, my good little girl. But I have a feeling you’re my good little slut too, hmm?”

He gripped her hip with his bare hand and quickly drug his blades down the remainder of her nightgown, tearing it to shreds. She yelped, but he left her unscathed. “Most women are disgusted by the sight of me. About what I want to do to them. They run and scream and yet I always get them in the end. But you want me. You still want this old burned dream demon to fuck you senseless. How much do you want to bet when I pull away these panties you’re going to be soaking and ready like the little whore you are?”

Her face burned in shame and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said before yanking away the remaining scraps of fabric from her body, leaving her completely vulnerable to his touch. He laughed darkly as he looked down, admiring her before immediately rubbing her sensitive clit against the front of his pants, watching her juices soak into them while she whined so cutely.

“This is why I love young women. Takes almost nothing to get them all wet and ready.” He tapped the back of his blade against her clit, revelling in the obscene noises that left her mouth. “All ready for Freddy.”

She wasn’t prepared for how quickly he entered inside of her, a low groan escaping her mouth as her body arched from the bed. She struggled against the hands at her wrists, the sensation of being completely bent to his will was an intoxicating thrill that she couldn’t describe. He grunted above her while he adjusted himself into place, letting out a low groan when he finally bottomed out, staring down at her form as she writhed beneath him.

“This. This is what I wanted. Such a good little whore for me.” With every shallow thrust she cried out again, those noises he so craved. “So long have I been waiting to fuck your little cunt in my true body.”

He placed his glove beside her head, her eyes were drawn to it for a brief moment before he began to set a ruthless pace on her. She cried out and he watched in glee as she threw her head back in the moment, absolutely loving everything he was doing to her.

“And your cunt knows me so well. Even in other forms, it knows exactly who really owns it.” He smiled as she began to look up at him with a confused expression, or as confused an expression one can make while on the brink of ecstasy. “Oh, did you not know?”

He smiled darkly, leaning down to her body as he continued to fuck her. Whispering in her ear, he gleefully explained, “I’ve been fucking you for months now, sweetheart. You thought you were fucking your fantasy men, but I was there, watching, wanting. Then one day I slid right into that sweet cunt and you’ve been coming for me ever since.” His free hand went to circle her clit, leaving her in an orgasmic panic. “This cunt belongs to me. I popped that sweet little cherry of yours and now you’re mine. You wanted to be Daddy’s little girl?” He leaned forward to growl in her ear. “Here he is.”

The rest was a blur. She barely registered the true horror of the situation as she was coming undone right under his fingers. Her whole body clenched and seized, her pleasure awash over her. At first there was a moment of silence, and then a loud keening wail from her throat as her desire peaked. Freddy was the only word she knew in that moment, and she screamed it like a mantra as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. He only managed a few more thrusts in her tightening walls before he spilled inside her, his hot seed filling her up and mingling with her own juices. She couldn't remember her wrists being let free but she was suddenly aware that she clutched to the back of his sweater, riding out the waves that kept hitting her. Eventually the two were finally reduced to a silent, trembling pair, panting and gasping for air.

And just like that he was gone, and she was awake in her own bed. She sat straight up in bed, her body drenched in a cold sweat as she looked around the room as if he would pop out at any moment.

“Only you can help me get back to the power I once was. You would do that for me, wouldn’t you?”

His voice still echoed clearly in her ears. “Freddy Krueger.” The name was strange yet felt right. She was his, and while she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not, she was content with the idea.

For a brief moment her breath caught as a thought crossed her mind. Slowly, she peeled the sheets from her body and parted her thighs to look at herself. More than her own juices spilled out from her, and the reality of it spurned a new desire in her. A desire to give into him, to help him, and he would reward her and praise her in return.

She would be his good girl.

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caroline-min-max · 6 years

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A Special Day

The alarm clock went off, Max stretching his arms before he sat up in bed and reached over to turn it off. He looked over the nightstand at his twin. Min was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and seeming like he could’ve used a few extra minutes.

“Good morning!” Max said with a cheerful smile.

Min muttered something that sounded almost like it could have been a very drowsy “Good morning” back.

“Happy birthday!”

Min paused for a moment as Max’s words registered, he then quickly perking up. “Hey, that’s right! Happy birthday!” He smiled back at his twin.

“I got you something…” Max leaned over the side of his bed and pulled out a wrapped present beneath it, laughing when he saw Min was doing the same. “I thought that I should give it to you here where Miss White won’t see. She might feel bad.”

“Well we didn’t say anything to her. It’s not her fault.”

It wasn’t like the twins’ birthdays had ever been a big deal anyway. If the folks who ran the orphanage remembered, they’d get an extra cookie at most and that was about it. Nothing special. They were used to it.

This is why the twins stopped dead in their tracks when they entered the kitchen for breakfast and saw that Caroline had to have gotten up long before them. A “Happy Birthday!” banner was hung up that absolutely hadn’t been there when they went to bed and not one, but TWO cakes had been made. A strawberry flavored one with white icing that said “Max” on it and a chocolate one with brown sugar frosting that said “Min” on the other. Also on the table were two presents with cards on top of them.

Min and Max could only stare, completely dumbfounded. Caroline was washing the utensils she’d used to make the cakes in the sink, somewhat startled when she turned and saw the brothers were finally up.

“There you two are!” Caroline said happily with a bright smile. “Happy birthday, Min! Happy birthday, Max!” she said enthusiastically as she hurried up to them.

The twins’ jaws dropped. She’d claimed she’d be too shy to ever wear it when they’d bought it for her, but here Caroline was, wearing the pink and white dress the twins insisted was perfect for her during a shopping venture months ago.

It looked even better on her than they’d pictured; she wouldn’t them take a look after she’d tried it on in the fitting room. It was by no means revealing; Min and Max would never pick out something like that. However, it was a few inches shorter than what Caroline would normally wear and sleeveless. The bows around the bottom were really just too cute and it completely flattered her curvaceous figure. She was wearing a pair of ankle strap heels that showed off her dainty feet. Seeing them in such harmless looking, feminine footwear it was hard to believe they could be capable of lethal kicks if Caroline struck someone with full force.

“Boys?” Caroline cocked her head to the side, wondering why they were just standing there gaping at her. “D… Do I look silly in this after all?” She looked down at her dress self-consciously.

“No way!” Min answered quickly. “You… You look…” He went red and couldn’t continue.

Max tried to speak, babbling something incoherent that made Caroline give him an even more curious look. Both of them were acting so strange. He shook his head, snapping out of it. “You… You did this for us?”

Caroline nodded. “I hope you like it! I… know the cakes are little rough, but I promise they should taste good! I don’t know how people manage to make the frosting look so smooth and neat!” She laughed nervously. “I tried really hard!”

“We can‘t wait to try them!” Max assured. “Min and I just don’t know what to say…”

Caroline didn’t just make them one cake that had both their names on it. She’d bothered to make TWO, paying attention to the types of flavors they both enjoyed and treating them like individuals. While they may share a birthday, she was obviously trying to make it unique and special for both of them.

“We never told you our birthdays,” Min pointed out, finally able to speak again, although looking directly at Caroline was difficult.

A devious look came over Caroline face. “I maybe sort of snooped around in some files at Arkham.” She giggled. “You two tried to steal some interesting things when you were teenagers.”

The twins blushed in embarrassment. Caroline was actually pretty pleased at what she saw; they’d been nothing but honest with her about their criminal histories and she didn’t see any offenses in their files that made her afraid of them. Just your typical duo trying to make a quick buck and maybe shooting someone here and there.

“So maybe it’s a little early for cake, but you can open your gifts now!” Caroline urged.

The twins didn’t need to be told twice. They opened the envelops first, each getting a different card and message from Caroline written in them. It was only a few sentences about how she felt they’d enriched her life, but it meant more to them than she’d ever realize. These were cards they were always going to keep in a safe place.

“Thank you, Miss White,” they both said, a bit choked up.

“I really mean it,” Caroline replied. “I never imagined we’d go from acquaintances, to friends, to like family, but I’m very grateful.” They shared a warm moment just smiling at one another fondly. “Alright, now hurry and open those gifts!”

The twins tore into the paper, Min finding a rectangular box inside his. Max paused to see what his brother had gotten, both of them wowed when they saw it was a very expensive watch.

“Miss White…” Even with their heists going well Min couldn’t justify buying something so pricey for himself and he hadn’t had an opportunity yet to swipe one.

If she bought Min that, what could she possibly have gotten for him? Max opened his thin, square present to see a signed rare first edition of his favorite comic series. “How did…?!”

Caroline was grinning. “I take it I did well?”

The twins nodded, then thanking her.

“How did you know?” Min asked.

“I just pay attention is all,” Caroline answered simply. “With you it was easy, but I was debating about what I should get Max. I may get the comics Max is into confused with one another, but I can at least remember the names. I looked through his collection one day when you two were out and saw he didn’t have a number one to this series.”

“It came out when Min and I were little,” Max answered. “I was lucky to get what I have, but I can’t believe you…” He was still stunned.

“It’s interesting how becoming a criminal has made meet so many people. I’m getting all these connections that enable me to get the most interesting things. Also…” Caroline held up a trio of tickets that were on the table. The twins hadn’t even noticed them until now. “We all wanted to see the same movie, so I bought these in advance for the first showing today! I thought that still left the two of you plenty of time if you have plans or want to do something together. I hope the movie is OK? I just… You two have become very special to me so I’d like to spend some of your birthday with you!”

“Nothing would make us happier!” Max replied. “We want you with us the whole day!”

“Yeah!” Min agreed. “Lets all go out tonight!”

“The usual place?” Caroline asked. That hardly seemed special, but if they really wanted to…

The twins looked at one another, having gotten the exact same idea.

“Will you finally dance with us?” Max asked.

Caroline’s ears slanted behind her head. She knew they’d always wanted her to, and would ask from time to time if she felt like it, but thought they must have given up on the idea by now. “…Ah…” She hesitated. “I… Really don’t want to say ‘no’ on your birthday, but…”

“Please?” the twins asked together, giving her puppy dog eyes.

“Oh, that’s not fair!” She huffed with a small stomp of her foot. “I would think any of the ladies there would love to dance with you two!”

“But they’re not YOU, Miss White,” Min replied.

Caroline didn’t seem to understand the complete dedication and devotion they had to her. Sure Min and Max could easily find dance partners, but that would feel like they were betraying Caroline. They also worried about whether about whether any ladies they picked would possibly flirt with them, which they absolutely didn’t want. Despite not being in a romantic relationship with Caroline they’d still view it as cheating on her.

They really had their hearts set on this. Caroline didn’t want to disappointment them. “I’ve never been out dancing and I don’t want to make a fool of myself and embarrass you two…”

“You won’t!” Max quickly replied.

“No one will say anything, especially after what happened last time!” Min reminded. “The stain is still there!”

That was true; it was an event that no one would be forgetting for a very long time. The trio were hanging out at the henchmen hangout mostly to hide from Batman one evening. He’d completely spoiled their heist, the three trying hard to find some solace that they’d gotten away. They were in foul moods, seething in a far corner.

That was when it happened. A newcomer thug-for-hire, who knew nothing about the White Rabbit, her two overprotective henchmen, and had a little too much to drink staggered up to the table.

“Hey there,” he said, looking the White Rabbit over. “I wouldn’t mind going down your ’rabbit hole’, baby.”

BLAM!

It had happened so fast; there seemed to just suddenly be a dead body on the floor the moment he finished speaking and some blood spatter on her cheek. Max was quick with a handkerchief to gently dab it away which was when she looked to the side and saw a gun in Min’s hand and an expression so furious that it almost made her freeze in terror.

Min’s face softened the moment he noticed the White Rabbit looking at him. “Are you OK, Miss White?” he asked as he returned his revolver to its holder inside of his suit. “Did that hurt your ears?”

The White Rabbit shook her head, then smirking. “Thank you for taking care of that.” The lengths these two were willing to go for her were quite thrilling.

Everyone in the hangout had been staring at them, quickly averting their eyes when the trio looked over to see what the reactions of the other patrons were. It had gone quiet as a tomb.

Being accustomed to murder, the atmosphere lightened again as the body was quietly disposed of in a dumpster out back by the staff. No one dared venture near them for the rest of the night, even those that they considered to be friends.

So yes… Caroline supposed that everyone would be watching their Ps and Qs in her presence from now on. Min and Max had made it clear that no one got away with disrespecting their Rabbit.

“I know!” Max was certain he‘d come up with the perfect solution. “After the movie we’ll come back, turn on the radio, and we’ll practice a little here so you won’t be as nervous!”

How could she argue with that? These two always seemed to be able to talk her into anything, and they did tend to be right about her enjoying afterwards even if she was apprehensive. She agreed, unable to stop a thin smile when this made the twins even happier.

The twins had never been to the movies with Caroline before. They insisted she sit in-between them, as per usual, putting her in charge of holding the bag of popcorn as well. They got seats with a great view, Caroline happy no one too tall decided to sit right in front of her. That could be an issue sometimes.

Invasion of the Body Snatchers was playing. Until Caroline indulged in a monster movie Marathon on Halloween, the twins had no idea she got into flicks like this. Now here she was with them, trying to glance at her watch and not spill the extra large bucket of popcorn the boys had bought. It really looked almost humorously large in her petite lap.

“Six minutes left, Miss White,” Min informed her, happy to take a look and beam at his gift again.

“Thank you,” Caroline replied. “That watch suits you so well… I’m so happy I caught you eyeing it!”

The film finally started, Caroline seeming as giddy as a child as she was transfixed on the screen, grabbing a handful of popcorn. They’d each gotten soft drinks of their own, but Caroline suddenly found hers empty during a moment of the film she absolutely didn’t want to miss. Apparently she should have gotten a medium instead since they loaded the cups up with so much ice.

“Max,” she whispered to him quietly, a tickle in her throat. “May I please have a sip of your soda?” she asked when he looked down at her.

“S-sure…” he stammered, picking it up and holding it close to her so she could lean in.

Caroline took a dainty sip. “Thank you.”

Max looked over and saw that Min had noticed, seemingly burning with jealousy that he hadn’t been asked. The next time Max took a drink he couldn’t help blushing a little at thinking about how Caroline’s lips had been on the same straw. He felt so pathetic and juvenile for getting worked up over such a small thing but knew this was the closest he’d ever get to a kiss with her.

“What did you think, Miss White?” Max asked once the credits started rolling.

“Not bad at all!” Caroline answered. “Kinda seems like something Poison Ivy would do, actually… I always think of her now with anything even somewhat related to plants.”

The twins agreed, suddenly making the movie seem even more chilling. While none of them were believers in aliens, there were plenty of strange life forms there in Gotham City capable of doing some very peculiar deeds.

They took their leave, Caroline not forgetting what she agreed to when they got home. Still… Even with just the three of them she felt self-conscious and silly the moment they moved into the living room and Max switched on the radio.

“You don’t have to do anything fancy,” Max assured when he noticed her shoulders were slumped, ears were drooped, and she looked less than enthused about this.

“Watch us!” Min said, getting her attention.

These men were naturals and loved to ham it up and perform for a crowd. It was a little difficult for them to dial it back to do simpler movements so as not to scare away Caroline. They’d gotten her this far, so it would be a shame to lose her now.

Sure they were identical twins but still Caroline marveled at their symmetry sometimes. The two danced in perfect sync with one another; it was just as perfect as when they performed onstage. They were so cute and fun to watch that Caroline forgot for a moment she was supposed to be learning, not being a spectator.

They kept an eye on her as their hips and arms swayed to the beat, noticing she was looking them over carefully. Then it happened; Caroline made a small movement before she thought better of it, blushed, and sighed.

The twins felt bad for her. Barely in her twenties and the poor girl had no idea how to dance and cut loose. She was so concerned about what other people might think about her in public if she dared to show she was having fun. She’d come so far and Min and Max knew, with just another little push, she’d really have a great time.

“Miss White, if you don’t try you’ll never get it,” Min urged.

“I know…” Caroline grumbled.

It was just basically swaying back and forth; what was the big deal? Unable to suppress feeling incredibly awkward Caroline went for it anyway, the twins giving her encouraging smiles.

Her lack of confidence made Caroline seem clumsy and like she had no sense of rhythm. They’d need to get her past that. The twins offered kindly suggestions that Caroline took to heart as she mimicked them, at last moving in time to beat and really dancing with them.

The twins couldn’t help noticing how enticing her hips looked at they swayed, both of them wishing they could place a hand on it. When the song was nearing its end Max surprised both his brother and boss when he suddenly grabbed Caroline’s hand, gently pulling her forward before he dipped her.

Caroline giggled, blushing a little at the tender expression Max was looking down at her with. “OK, fine, this is pretty fun,” she admitted as he righted her.

Neither of them noticed that Min was getting increasingly more irritated with how Max seemed to be earning more favor with Caroline today. His eyes were narrowed as he watched what he perceived to be a bit of flirting between the two of them, his twin even daring to put his hands on Caroline again as he tried to get her to dance with him a little more.

“I’ll wait until we’re at the hangout,” Caroline said. “I have a feeling you two are really going to wear me out.” She glanced over at Min, he hoping he put on a friendlier in face in time. “Oh…” she walked towards him, Min on pins and needles at once. Instead of questioning him for what he was glaring at, Caroline stood on her tiptoes and adjusted Min’s bow tie for him. “There we go!” she said with a smile.

“Thank you…” Min replied. He hadn’t realized it had become slightly skewed.

That evening, after a quick change into her White Rabbit outfit, the trio were off to the henchmen hangout. They were greeted by their fellow regulars shortly after walking through the door.

“Don’t you want to tell anyone it’s your birthdays?” the White Rabbit asked quietly. “I’m sure they’d want to do something special for you.”

The twins shook their heads. They wondered if she was maybe asking as a last ditch effort to avoid dancing with them, hoping they’d get distracted by the small crowd who’d want to celebrate with them. She could be tricky like that.

It came as a surprise when the trio didn’t take their usual table; the waitress was even about to get their usual drinks for them before she noticed they’d taken to the dance floor instead. The twins used to be frequent sights out there but had suddenly stopped once they started henching for the White Rabbit.

She’d loosened up a lot since that first night when she tried to hide in a corner table with the twins and really didn’t want to talk to anyone. Now the White Rabbit had a much friendlier demeanor knowing she’d been accepted and would at least be treated as an equal by the regulars.

She’d clap and cheer for Min and Max when they sang, but no one ever expected the White Rabbit to actually get out in the open and dance with the twins.

“Everyone’s staring at me…” the White Rabbit commented softly to Min and Max.

“They’re surprised is all,” Min brushed off. “They won’t pay any attention to us in a few minutes.”

“Just look at us, Miss White,” Max replied. “Pretend they’re not even there.”

“You’ll shoot anyone who says anything, right?” the White Rabbit asked, only half joking.

“Right!” the twins answered with a smirk.

With such sensitive ears it was hard to block out what was going on around them. The White Rabbit tried to focus her hearing on the music and sight on the twins, just as Max suggested. She started off a little clunky at first but managed to pull herself together and wasn’t half bad.

The twins were grateful to see her trying so hard and thought she looked even better dancing in the outfit that matched theirs. That had been another surprised she revealed a few months back that had them gushing all over her.

When they finally got a smile out of her the twins were elated to see she was having fun. No one did say a single putdown, instead asking if they could cut in and dance with the White Rabbit themselves. They were turned down by all three of them.

Min and Max wondered if they’d have to try even harder to emphasize that the White Rabbit was theirs and theirs alone. At the moment she was likely too self conscious to dance with anyone but them, but one she felt comfortable enough, they worried if she’d take anyone else up on the offer…

The White Rabbit had plenty of stamina. With her reliance on her legs to get her by during her criminal activities, she exercised them daily. Min and Max were the ones to suggest they sit down and take a breather while she could have kept going.

“That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Max asked.

The White Rabbit shook her head. “I’d… Be willing to do it again.”

“We’re holding you to that!” Min replied.

The trio continued to secretly celebrate the twins’ birthdays until late into the night before finally returning home.

“Many more birthdays, boys.” The White Rabbit reached up, the twins leaning down so she could put an arm around each of their necks while they placed a hand gently on her back. They wished they could have had individual hugs, but didn’t want to push it.

“We’d like that too if we can spend them all with you,” Max answered as she let them go, then taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

The White Rabbit went scarlet; Min was even certain her ears were affected. “O-of course…” She was obviously flustered, not sure what to say now. “W-well… Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, Miss White,” the twins replied, Max hoping that he didn’t upset her.

“I wish this day didn’t have to end,” Max said as he and Min got into their beds. “We’ve never had such a good birthday!”

“Yeah,” Min agreed, he was still shocked too. “Miss White has always been kind to us but I didn’t think she’d go this far!” He pulled his covers up and laid back. “We’ve really got it good here.” It was everything they’d ever wanted and more. They were at the point where they enjoyed living “normally” just as much as their shadier activities.

“That bullet was worth it,” Max said as he settled in as well. “Two Face would never do anything like this for us.”

“He wouldn’t be able to get that dress in his size,” Min joked, getting a snort from Max.

“She looked AMAZING in it. I almost couldn’t look at her…” Max shut his eyes for a moment, still able to picture Caroline in it perfectly. Hopefully this meant she’d be open to wearing it more frequently.

“She pampered us so much it felt like she was our girlfriend.”

“More like our wife! I never dated a gal who treated me like that! It makes me wish…” Max trailed off sadly.

Min sat back up and turned so he was facing his brother. “Max… I think we need to make a promise right now.”

“A promise?” Max questioned as he did the same.

“You have it bad for Miss White, don’t you?”

“Yeah…” Max admitted.

“I do too. We’ve never had a crush on the same girl before and I don’t want us to wind up fighting over it. I think we should promise that neither of us will make a move on Miss White; it will be up to her if she decides she wants to be with one of us.”

Max agreed. “But we’ll keep anyone else away from her too.”

“Oh, if it’s not one of us no one’s going have her,” Min replied darkly. “We’ll make sure of that.” They were still vigilant about trying to keep Jervis Tetch away from her. Caroline certainly didn’t need a friend who could start controlling her in an instant with a simple microchip.

The brothers shook on their promise. It was a relief knowing that neither of them would be trying anything behind the other’s back.

“We’ll really have to do something special for her birthday…” Max felt they had to repay the favor for how hard she tried for them today. “How about a trip? Nothing but first class, five star hotels, restaurants, and limo rides. We’ll have everyone thinking she’s royalty.”

Min thought it was a great idea. “We’ll have to start saving. Nothing but the best for Miss White!”

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