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Obsession
by Polka Dot

He's my dream. I have no others. I dream about how we will meet. By accident
of course. We'll cross paths on the street, maybe in a park and I'll look at
him and he'll look at me and it'll be love at first sight. Well sorta, I'm
already in love and I know that if he ever meets me, he'll see the real me
and fall in love and then we'll be happy together. Or maybe he already
knows. You know like that video where this fan meets their favorite artist
and the artist has a T-shirt with that person's face on it. I think it was a
Smiths' video, I'm not sure anyway I know that's silly but I feel in my
heart that he already knows who I am. That if I walked up to him and I
introduced myself he'd smile and say something really charming like 'Haven't
we met in a dream?' and 'I'd say yeah, we have' and then we'd laugh and he'd
take me in his arms and then... Well that takes me to my next dream, us
together.

I also dream about what it'll be like when we finally consumate our love.
Don't laugh, but I'm saving myself for him. How could I not? He's perfect
and the only one for me. They say that he's been with a lot of women, that
he is a major player. I know that that will change when he meets me. He just
hasn't found the right woman, because we haven't met, but once we do he'll
never want to even look at another woman again. We were born for each other.
I just know it.

Sometimes I lie in bed at night and I think about him. I imagine him beside
me. I'll run my hand through my hair and pretend its his hand. I never take
it too far though because I want to be pure for him. Sometimes I close my
eyes and think of him and I can swear I feel his breath on my neck. I can
feel his body hovering above mine. I know that his spirit his with me, that
soon our souls will come together.

I got a job at WayneTech! I took less money and it really is beneath me. I
am going to be a programmer, when really I have experience in the systems
analysis and engineering area. The guy who was interviewing me kept saying
that I was overqualified and that they really were just looking for a
programmer and that they didn't have a position for someone with my skills.
I told him that I was unhappy with planning things and that I just wanted a
job with less responsibilities for now. That I might consider a promotion
later, but that I was trying to simplify my life. Who says that? I don't
know, but I did and it got me the job and now I am working for him. He's my
boss, well I have some other in between management people but I know that
now that we are working together I am bound to meet him. They say he never
comes in, that his office is in the building downtown and that he only comes
around when there is trouble. Maybe so, but God wouldn't have given me this
job if we weren't meant to meet and be together.

I saw on the news that he bailed Selena Kyle out of jail again. She's so
skanky. That obviously isn't her real hair color. She looks like a hooker. I
don't know what he sees in her. She's a criminal for gosh sakes. The gossip
lady on that All-Access show says that he must really have it bad for her
because this is like the third time he's bailed her out of jail. Can't he
see that she's all wrong? She's going to hurt him, my poor Brucie. I'd kill
that whore if ever I got the chance. I bet she's just trying to get his
money. She is a theif after all. Why can't he open his eyes and see her for
what she is? I bet those things aren't even real. Silicone toting bitch.

I saw him today! Oh my good, I thought I was going to die. I couldn't
breathe. He came by my office. Said that our division was doing really well
and that he was pleased with all the hard work we were putting in. Mr.
Daiken our division manager introduced us. Well he told Bruce all of our
names. He smiled at the group, but I could see that he was really smiling at
me. I could see that he loves me as much as I love him. It was all their in
his eyes. They twinkled. He had little crows feet by his eyes that I never
noticed in the pictures. There were two lines on the right eye and 3 and a
half on the left. When he talked I swore that I could see his tongue flick
over his lower lip. I felt so hot, I hope I wasn't too red. Everyone in the
office must've seen the way he was looking at me. I think if I died right
now I would be so happy. But now I know that I have to see him, alone this
time.

I want to die. I really want to die. He pretended that he didn't know me.
How could he do that? We were meant to be together so why is he pushing me
away? I'm sorry I'm just so sad and angry and upset and hurt. I'm not going
to cry anymore though. I can't stand it, especially when I get those
horrible hiccups afterwards. I can't go back to work. I just can't, I
thought I was going to die right outside of WayneTech. Not the one I work
at. I waited outside his downtown office building every morning since Monday
and whenever I see him I call his name and wave my hand. The security guard
keeps pushing me away from him. He doesn't even look at me. He knows I am
there, but he won't look at me! Okay I've calmed down, I'm okay now, it's
just it's so cruel. It's the security guard's fault. He must've told him
something bad about me. That bastard. Why would he do that? I don't
understand. At first I thought he just didn't see me, but yesterday when I
yelled he looked at me and shook his head. Why the hell would he do that?
How can he throw away everything that we had together. I can't do this. I
can't live like this. I don't want to live without him. I can't stand to see
him look at me like that and now when I look at all my pictures it's like
he's looking through me. Like he doesn't even see me anymore. I hate him. I
hate life. I hate God, why is this happening to me?

I'm alive. I wish I weren't. It's all Batman's fault. He saved me. Who asked
him to, huh? I sure as hell didn't. I wanted to die. To just get it over
with, but no, Mr. Flying Mouse in tights wouldn't let me. It took me two
fucking hours to climb up that damn tower overlooking the bay. I climbed up
to the top and looked down. It was so easy. The water seemed to call to me.
So I jumped. I could feel the wind rushing past me and I knew it was for the
best, but I didn't hit the water. Something collided with my body and I
changed directions in midair. It was like being on a roller coaster. When my
shins hit the ground, painfully, I looked up and saw him. He's pretty damn
big and he does look scary up close, all dressed in black with just his chin
showing. His eyes weren't even really visible because they were inset from
his mask and didn't catch any light. He just looked at me and I glared at
him. I was pissed. I let him know it. He told me I should get counselling,
that whatever was bothering me wasn't worth my life. He said whatever it was
it couldn't be that bad. What the hell does he know? I told him someone
running around as a giant bat shouldn't be telling other people to get help.
He smiled, it wasn't a friendly smile and said he gets that a lot. He left
just as the police showed up. They told me the same damn thing. I guess they
all read from the same manual. Well what the hell do they know. I'm not
going to stick around this hell hole. It's my life and if I wanna chuck it
that's my right. I'm gonna do it, even if I have to go to a different
vigilanty-free city to do it.

I'm so happy. I had a knife and I was all ready to kill myself when my
mother called from Metropolis saying that dad was sick and I had to come
home and see him, just in case. So I went, don't know why, but well you know
how family is. Anyway dad's better now. He got out of the hospital
yesterday. I was like totally ready to blow this place and go back to
Gotham, but then I saw this paper: The Daily Planet. Anyway they had a
picture of this reporter next to an article on Superman. Anyway the
reporter's name is Clark Kent and when I looked at the picture it was like
magic. I knew, just knew that he was the man I was meant to be with. His
eyes are so caring and I swear that when I put the paper down his eyes
followed me around the room. I know that we've met in a different life or
something and that we are meant to be together. I'm going to move here. I
know now that Bruce wasn't the guy for me. We just weren't meant to be, not
like me and Clark. I wonder if the Daily Planet is hiring.

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