SAKÉ

By Ishkabod

Nightwing walked into a bar. It was a very very flashy high class bar not one you'd normally find the skum that Nightwing is usually after. Heads turned and silence spread throughout the place as everyone turned to watch the vigilante stroll casually up to the bar and order a drink. Jaws dropped and women swooned as the light from the bar and surrounding lights hit him just right, highlighting the well defined contours of his skin tight Kevlar covered body. The bartender had almost fainted as he smiled at her but she somehow steadied herself and only spilled half the bottle of Saké. She handed him his drink and blushed as he gave her another smile, thanked her and asked if he could borrow the glass for a few minutes. She nodded not trusting her voice and he once again smiled, thanked her, promised to be right back and left. As he turned she became hypnotized by the back view as he walked away.

"Now SPILL" Nightwing said as he handed the drink to his informant. He wouldn't normally buy drinks for his sources but alcohol is a good disinfectant and the man had a nasty cut on his arm.

"Okay okay I'll tell ya." He pauses to look around to be sure there were no evesdroppers "He's not here anymore word is out that your out to get him and he left to get out of the business and go clean somewhere else"

"WHERE"

"He wouldn't say all's he'd tell was that the info you want is at his old haunt in a disk hidden between the bead sheets. He knew you'd ask me so he left me with that info so you wouldn't go after him."

"Fine, thanks now are you done with the glass?"

"Ya and thanks."

"He walked back into the bar and straight to the bartender he talked to before. He told her thanks and left a hundred dollar tip. On his way out he turned around and gave her another dazzling smile. She finally succumbed to its effect and swooned. He turned around and strolled out of the bar again for the last time.

Later that night.

"What were you doing at a bar?"

"None of your business"

Bat Glare

"Okay okay I was buying some Saké for a wound my informant got. It was his requirement for the info."

Grunt

"Ya ya I know I won't do it again. Nightwing out."

The Screen went blank and Nightwing turned to his hidden companion. Sooo Cough up the fifty Roy.

"Awww man, no fair, you actually used it for work and therefore could lie and get away with it. You were supposed to get a lecture from the bat not a grunt. You're no fun." he grumbled as he fished out the fifty.

"You should know better by now, but I guess you're a glutton for punishment now hand it over."

"Thanks"

Dick walked over to the fridge and pulled out a chilled bottle of Saké and another full bottle of Crown Royal. He walked back to Roy and said Choose your torture. Roy Picked the Saké and the contest began. Three cups later the both were incapacitated and could expect a wonderful headache in the morning.

The camera on the computer was still on and a Bat was watching. There would be more pain that night.

END

Well I tried for One hundred but it just wouldn't let me stop.