Title: Blame the Tequila
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh nor anything associated with Batman nor anything recognizable. That should cover all the bases.
Warnings: Loosely based off of Batman, in general, which means the villain names and looks are used, but they are redefined in this. Why? Because, if you look at all the Batman movies and such they always changed according to the director/animator. Woot, creative license of fan works. Beware of language! This is also Slash.
Summary: Yugi Motou cringed when his employer donned the Kevlar suit and gained a sidekick, he figured that he should have retired when said employer told him that he wanted to make a difference in the city of Domino by becoming a vigilante. Batman/YGO fusion
Pairings: Yami/Yugi, implied Seto/Joey, eventual Bakura/Ryou
Twenty-five-year-old Yugi Motou, trained to be a loyal retainer and personal assistant to the Seto Kaiba since the boy was born birth, whimpered as he popped two extra strength aspirin for his migraine and than downed a glass of water. The reason for his migraine was easy to see, since the event was being broadcasted on the eleven o'clock news. Some part of his mind, the part that was in denial, had to admit that the 42" LCD television screen displayed the property damage with crystal clarity and he did feel like he was right on the street with the people running away instead of being in the lavish study at Kaiba Manor on the outskirts of Domino City. "I don't get paid enough for this." He muttered to himself as he sat down on the couch, refusing to look away from the television screen. This had become a nightly ritual for him since his employer, Seto Kaiba, had a life changing experience the year before that resulted in the billionaire's new nighttime hobby of patrolling the city and to fight crime since the system was not doing it's job or was corrupt.
Some men collected cars, books, trophy wives, or they did something constructive! Hell, Yugi would not have minded if Kaiba took up extreme sports or sports in general. No, the poor retainer ended up with the bored billionaire that donned white Kevlar and made dramatic entrances into issues with his sidekick. It had to have been karma that landed him in this inherited job.
On one side, Yugi understood that what Kaiba was doing was noble but it was completely odd for a self-centered man that had little to no social life outside of formal parties and the personality of a piece of cold rock. His means of going about changing things worried Yugi greatly because that meant Yugi had a few more duties to handle on his already overflowing schedule. "I need a new job." He muttered to himself, covering his face with his hands as the reporter's commentary continued in the background. "Or a long vacation on a tropical island, I think I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life." He added, moving his hands so that he was rubbing his throbbing temples.
Of course he had enough money, the salary he was paid was generous and he rarely touched it. Not to forget the accounts he inherited from his father and grandfather… he would be fine! The only trouble in Yugi's way to freedom was the fact he wasn't sure he could leave, since he had been working for the Kaiba family for so long and it was hard to break habits that his father had forced on to him. "I'll give it another month. After that…" he trailed off, letting his hands fall from his face so he could lean forward and pick up the remote from the coffee table and turn the television off.
With a resigned sigh, the retainer went to prepare a first aide kit for their arrival.
While Yugi was in the middle of his internal debate about leaving his stressful situation, a meeting was taking place in a rather nice penthouse apartment in the middle of Domino City. The owner of the penthouse was the infamous clothes designer Mai Kujaku, who was known by a rare few as the Queen Thief Catwoman, and the meeting had been called in response to a certain Kevlar wearing vigilante who had been causing them troubles. "Nice place, full of shiny and expensive toys." A twenty-year-old blond in tight black jeans and a purple tank top remarked as he poked around the beautiful living area, from the Persian rug on the hard wood floor to the old artifacts on pedestals and the wooden shelves of first additions. This blond was known as Malik Ishtar, a college student at the local community college, who was also known in some circles as 'Harley Quinn' the sidekick to the infamous villain called 'The Joker.'
"Do we have to run this like an official meeting now?" a twenty-six-year-old blond man with crazy purple eyes drawled out as he sat back in a plus leather armchair, eyeing the others up. He was wearing a simple business suit and looked to be a typical person, much like the others in the room. Professor Marik Yaminaka, specializing in history and known for his history textbooks, was the youngest of three blood brothers and known to the police and the papers as 'The Riddler,'
"First meeting of the Two-Face Union, eh green boy?" the twenty-seven-year-old man sneered with a glare at the older blond. His white hair was in spikes to his shoulders and his brown eyes looked to be rather bored, he wore jeans and a black t-shirt that had a white skull on the front and was leaning against the tinted windows that looked out over the city. This man is Bakura Yaminaka, the middle brother, who no one really knew what he did in his spare time but he was feared when he donned his alter ego as the infamous villain known as 'The Joker.'
"Are you still trying to get into your little gardener's pants?" Marik sneered as Bakura's eyes narrowed and he drew two blades from thin air and made to throw them when a blonde woman in a designer business suit with a short skirt entered the room and glared openly at them with her hands on her hips.
"Throw those knives and I'll sharpen my claws on both of your hides." She hissed out as both men froze, than Bakura slipped his two knives into the back pocket of his jeans and crossed his arms over his chest while Marik huffed and turned so he could not see his middle brother. Mai Kujaku was calm when it came to business and getting her way, when crossed she would usually make sure you never found a job in her circles or the city ever again. "We are here to discuss two major threats to our own territories and under the table business transactions." She added and sauntered into the area and draped herself over the loveseat that was across from Marik.
"I know of the one, White Dragon and his bumbling sidekick Black Dragon. Maybe that would be one-and-a-half." The final member of the meeting stated as attention turned to where he was lounging on the couch. His tri-colored hair stood up in spikes with blonde bangs framing his face, bringing out his sharp crimson eyes, and he wore a simple red dress shirt with black leather pants. Twenty-eight-year-old Atemu Yaminaka was the eldest of the blood brothers and he ran a small game shop in the city, inherited from the old man that had raised him and his two blood brothers, which gave him the privacy he needed to be the alibi for most of those present or to work out his own plans since he was Domino's mysterious villain called 'The Scarecrow.'
"The other would be this jackass that calls himself 'The Penguin.' He leaves cartoon caricatures at his scenes of the crime." Mai pointed out as Malik looked away from the display of a sparkly diamond necklace that had to be a reproduction from the movie Moulin Rouge to where everyone was basically sitting.
"You mean the man that has defaced more artwork in the museum?" he asked as Mai sat up a bit to glance at him from over her shoulder. "What makes him a threat?"
"Something does not sit right about his focus." Mai pointed out with a pout as Bakura coughed into his hand.
"Sorry, dust." He wheezed out as Mai glared at him. "Anyways, Kitty might have a point. There has been some weird shit going on, every time a museum is hit something else is overlooked."
"Careful Marik, I think Batty is trying to steal your name." Atemu snickered as both Bakura and Marik glared at him and Mai looked pleased. "Seriously, we can't do shit about 'The Penguin' till we have an idea of what is going on and why he is pissing off the local historical societies and preservation groups. What about the Dueling Dragons?"
"Dueling Dragons?" Malik echoed with a snicker that, moments later, turned into hysterical laughter that took him to the ground.
"Makes sense, they argue enough." Bakura deadpanned, than ran a hand through his hair. "It wouldn't take much to take them out, obviously someone read too many superhero comics."
"Yet he kicked your ass." Marik pointed out with a grin as he turned his head to stare at the white haired man.
"Arrogance." Atemu muttered, but was ignored by all but a thoughtful Mai.
"Let's run this in the most logical way possible." Mai commented as she swung her legs over the side of the loveseat and got to her feet. "Find your smartest minions, the best of your ally networks, and let's begin to gather all we can on these two. Atemu, would you be able to go through everything?" she asked as the tri-color haired man looked thoughtful.
"If I can find a reliable person to watch the store, of course. Unfortunately I have had no luck finding that person." He told her as she frowned. "Just get the information to me, I'll get it done some how."
"Is that all?" Malik asked, having recovered from his laughing fit.
"Till the next meeting in two weeks." Mai stated as they all agreed to that and left the penthouse apartment.
A/N: I blame an "author's note" from my latest chapter of Phantom Longing. Anyways, this is just a little test to see if this has any chance of being a hit. Eventually I will write something that is purely YGO...