"But I received only one of his letters. He got none of mine, and your wife can explain that to you, sir, if you will excuse me." She stood and left q...uickly, fearing he would see her tears.Anne was sitting in her room a half-hour later, an open but unread novel on her lap, the cat beside her with its front paws folded inward, when her father entered and said, "Don't get up." He sat on the side of her bed, grasped his hands between his knees and licked his lips. "What she did was wrong, very. She spotted one of the trails her friends took through the woods and ran into them. She couldn’t see the road anymore, but heard him getting out of the car and yelling for her bitch ass to get back in it.She knew where she was running. He did too, and if he hadn’t been so drunk, it might’ve occurred to him to drive around the small wooded area and wait on the other side, but whiskey and rage were in charge, so he tried to stumble through the trees after her. It was only a few acres bordering. He knelt on the bed and her hands guided him on top of her. As he pressed into her he felt her hymen break and she gasped once. Her hands drew his hips to her and he slowly filled her. When he drew back the first time she felt the missingness of him pulling back. She wanted him deep inside her, again. He gave her what they both wanted. Her passion swelled inside her and he increased the urgency that he thrust inside her. Her eyes never left his face and his never left hers. She felt him swell. Batman whispers to Batwoman, “Be careful she works for Zsasz,” but the henchwoman notices something and scream, “I’m not going back!” before opening fire with a submachine gun.Batwoman leaps out of the way of the bullets, while Batman escape to the level above but Batman notices something the henchwoman is scared or more accurately, she is terrified, as Batwoman continues to evade the henchwoman’s gun fire, as Batman swoops down taking the henchwoman out before she can even turn her gun up.