I forgot to mention that I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own Batman in any way/shape/form. This is true for all previous and future chapters.
I would like to thank all the people who added this story to their Story Alert and Favorite Stories list! I take that as a positive motive to keep writing!
**I thought I had posted the beginning of this in the first chapter as well, which is why it is called 'Dursley's End, Batman Begins' So, just ignore the name. I didn't know what else to call it any way.
The New Batman
Chapter Two: Monster Cake and Shopping with Batman!
"Oh. Professor Severus is your friend? That's where he learned it!" Harry said almost excitedly as he walked in the front door of Severus Snape's house.
"Learned what?" Severus asked.
"How to, you know, do the cloak thing!" Harry said as if it were obvious.
Severus sighed knowing exactly what he was talking about now; the way he would turn and walk was, dare he think it, bat like and him being friends with Batman could have denoted to that particular skill.
"Oh, no, Harry. Sev's been able to do that since before I ever met him."
"Please. I just walk with a certain style." Severus said rolling his eyes trying to hide a smile at Bruce's remark. Harry had never seen him smile like that.
"So, anyway, what do you think of Harry living with me?" Bruce asked.
"Well, we'd probably have to go to the Wizengamot so that you can get legal custody over him, which won't be a problem at all, actually. But, other than the legal matters, I think it's a good idea. He may learn a few things from you."
"What all do you know?" Harry asked looking to Bruce.
"Well… I'm fluent in Japanese, Cantonese, Mandarin, Spanish, French, Latin, German and Russian. I'm a master of 127 martial arts such as taekwondo, judo maetai, karate, boxing, jujitsu and ninjitsu. I have degrees in criminal science, forensics, computer science, chemistry, engineering and biology. I'm also a philanthropist, detective, pilot, escape artist and a master of disguise."
Harry looked at Severus, who had a blank expression, trying to see if this was a joke, and it wasn't. Bruce really did know all these things! He was- a true superhero!
"You know- all of that?" Harry asked reverential.
"Yes." Bruce said, "People are always so surprised when they first hear…"
"Because your so humble you don't gloat unless you absolutely need to." Severus said, "Don't forget the summer you spent learning how to deep sea dive."
"Ah yes. This one wouldn't get in the water!" Bruce said shaking Severus' shoulder.
"Not voluntarily. You did eventually push me in." Severus said recoiling at the mere thought, "I nearly drowned!"
"Nearly. I did save you." Bruce said with a smile, "And with your figure, you'd think you were a swimmer type."
"I don't mean to interrupt but… How are we going to tell my aunt and uncle?" Harry asked, feeling awkward to the conversation he was watching.
The three had concluded that Harry and Bruce would need to go back to the Dursley's and demand letting his newfound 'Uncle Bruce' let him live with him. He would say that his dad had a recently discovered half brother that, having lost his family, would love to take in the boy for companionship and lost times.
"You're taking the boy? Forever? Really?" Vernon Dursley asked like an excited school girl being asked to prom by her crush.
"Yes. Harry, go run along and get your things." Bruce said shooing him with his hands.
Bruce stood awkwardly in the kitchen alone with the Dursley's. Having never met such a revolting group of people, he just smiled and then found interest in his hands, the walls, the floor, the air- anything. They stared, just stared trying to figure out if this was a prank of some sort or if he could be trusted, not that they really cared though, they just didn't want themselves to be in trouble.
"Who are you though?" Petunia asked, her devilish nose rising slightly.
"I'm into the business field in Gotham City." He said calmly.
"Never heard of you. How are you even related to the boy?" Vernon Dursley asked.
"I'm his father's half brother… His mother got around, if you know what I mean." He said with a smile trying to win them over so the process would be easier.
"Should have guessed. Will you be taking the boy back to where you're from?" Petunia asked, with insight of his American accent.
"No. I have a home here in London. Wayne Manor. I do hope he likes it." Bruce said with an evil grin. He saved gloating his wealth for only when he needed to, like now.
"Manor-?" Vernon and Petunia Dursley stammered.
"Ready!" Harry called as he ran down the stairs with his suitcase and Hedwig's cage.
"Harry, son. Let's go before we take up too much of your lovely family's time!"
Bruce pushed Harry out the door with a hasty 'Goodbye!' before his Aunt and Uncle could further grasp his wealth. It was a right sight seeing them try to communicate with their eyes bugging out.
"I love you." Harry laughed getting in the car after putting his trunk in the… trunk and setting Hedwig's cage in the backseat.
"Love you, too." Bruce mused as he peeled out of Private Drive.
"So… I have a few questions…"
"Ask away."
"How much do I tell my friends?"
"Tell them I am your Uncle Bruce. Nothing about Batman. The only other person who knows is Severus. You can tell them I'm training you, but just for the skill. Believe me. The less people know, the less trouble you'll have."
"Where are we going to live?"
"Like I was telling your previous progenitors; I have a home in London we'll be living in. It's quite nice actually and not far from the train station."
"But… we can still drive there… right?"
"Yes." Bruce chuckled.
Harry smiled and looked out the window at the street lamps streaking by. He was so glad he was now living with his Uncle Bruce and that he was going to learn so many skills to become the next Batman! He could even use these skills; the master of disguise and the escape artists skills would help greatly.
Harry imagined the joy he would feel to go to a home during Christmas break in a few months and come back with stories of how he learned how to do three back flips in the air and land on his hands while holding a glass of water, not spilling a drop. He would tell of how on Christmas morning he received a brand new pair of nunchucks that he could use to break a ply board into pieces.
But then reality sunk in. What if Bruce Wayne got to know Harry more and not just the junk he read in the Daily Profit? What if he decided, at last moment, that is was a stupid decision to even think about letting Harry live with him? Harry looked over at Bruce, who was concentrating on the traffic and sized him up. He really was a nice man. He seemed to be true and down to earth, though secretive when need be. Just like Harry.
Wayne Manor was the most amazing building Harry had ever seen. Well… Next to Hogwarts.
It was at least four stories with big magnificent windows showing off the main room. It was a Victorian Style house with a beautifully large yard with bumptious gardens. The inside was even better, after parking in the garage (which held three more sport cars), they made their way through the living room up the stairs and to what was now called 'Harry's Floor' since Bruce never went there.
Harry threw his things in his room and ran down to the living room where Bruce was. Of course, he stopped a few times to marvel at a chandelier or a painting. Bruce was quite handsome, Harry thought. His older pictures of him were amazing. If he were younger, Harry would be all over that. But now he was, like, fifty and Harry was sixteen. It was completely off limits.
When Harry finally made it to the living room he plopped on the couch next to Bruce.
"Like your room?" Bruce asked.
"It's brilliant. Thanks." Harry had lied though. He didn't even give his room a searching glance; Harry was too excited to get to the business of living with Bruce, not fawning over his room.
Suddenly, there was a tapping sound from the window, "Oh, that must be Hedwig!"
"Hedwig?" Bruce asked.
"My owl. I sent her off so the Dursley's wouldn't strangle her for making noise. How'd you know I was here, girl?" Harry asked, petting her feathers.
"Oh, she's a lovely owl." Bruce said looking over at her.
"You want to pet her?" Harry asked.
Hedwig looked up at Bruce with her large ember eyes and flew to his shoulder, allowing him to pet her.
"She likes you!" Harry said happily.
Bruce smiled warmly at the snowy owl perched on his arm and fixed a few ruffled feathers on her head.
"Funny. All the wizards I knew had a pet owl now that I think about it."
"It's how we send letters. You want to send one to Professor Snape and let him know how it went with the Dursleys?" Harry asked.
"That would be a smart idea." Bruce said letting Harry have Hedwig and getting up from the couch to a nearby desk for some paper and a pen, "'Dear Severus, all went well with the Dursley's, though they're not too pleased I'm affluent and will be taking good care of Harry. Do you think you could set up a meeting with the WizengiWizengame Wizengamot tomorrow? I haven't a clue how it works. Thanks a lot, -Bruce.' Sound good?"
"Yeah. Sounds good… I think he'll get a laugh at how many tries you had at the word 'Wizengamot', though."
"Oh right. Sorry it's not in my prevalent vocabulary." He said with a laugh.
"Now, we just fold it up and attach it to her leg with some string. There." Harry said as he worked. He walked over to a door that led to the back yard and said, "Take this to Professor Snape, Hedwig." And she was gone.
"Just like that?" Bruce said watching as she flew, "How long will it take her?"
"Hmm… an hour and a half, I think." Harry said eyeing her distance.
"You hungry? I could get Sean to make us something." Bruce said suddenly.
"Sean?" Harry inquired.
"I am a horrible cook… I hired him earlier today when I first got here," Bruce said then leaned his head and called, "Sean?"
"Yes, sir?" A voice called. Then, the man who must've been Sean walked in. He had long blond hair that flipped around his face, framing it pleasantly and complementing his big grey eyes. He was tall and had broad shoulders, from all the stirring and cooking, most likely. He wore white pants, a long sleeve white shirt and a white apron, a traditional cooking uniform. It was strange to Harry seeing a servant who was a human as opposed to a House Elf.
He must be eighteen or nineteen… Within the limit, Harry thought happily.
"Could you make us some supper? I'm in the mood for a good burger. How about you, Harry?"
"I'm in the mood for anything, really." Harry said smiling at Sean, who raised a blond eyebrow.
"I'll see what I can do, sir. Master Harry." He added turning around with the inkling of a smile.
Nice arse. Harry thought gleefully. This is going to a fuuuun stay at Wayne Manor.
"So, Harry. What do you like to watch on the telly?" Bruce asked flipping through the channels and interrupting Harry's thoughts.
"I don't watch the telly that much, actually. Whatever you like to watch." Harry said letting his head fall back on the black leather couch.
"All right, then. What do you do for fun, Harry?" Bruce asked turning the television off.
"I…" What did Harry do for fun? He couldn't play Quidditch here, or play any wizard games, so what? "I like to cook." Harry said quietly, his eyes traveling to the door Sean just exited.
"Oh? Maybe hiring Sean was a mistake."
"No! I mean… He's probably a better cook anyway…" Harry stammered quickly trying to save his newfound crush from being terminated.
Bruce eyed him for a second and smiled, "Okay. If you like him, we'll keep him."
"It's just- I only cook for hobby. Or when I need to." Harry explained using his hands to further describe his emotions.
"All right! I get it."
Now, there was a horrible silence filled only by the sound of hushed bubbling from a fish tank and the ticking of the clock. Harry looked around the living room, at the giant television, the nice black rug and… now that he thought of it, most of the décor was black except the walls and some paintings. Harry looked back over at Bruce and his old blue jeans and black button up shirt and wondered where his 'Bat Cave' was. Perhaps it was in the basement.
"Bruce? Can you show me around a bit more after dinner?" Harry asked finally.
"Of course. I'll show you everything. Now, let's not speak of it."
"Yes, sir."
"Call me Bruce. I like the respect but only from… Well, not you."
"Yes, Bruce." Harry said almost laughing. Bruce was such cool guy. He didn't seem as old as he actually was what with his long hair and trendy attire.
"Sir." Sean walked in the living room, "Dinner is ready if you are ready."
"I'm starving. Thanks Sean!" Bruce said hopping up and walking through the swingy door to the dining room that Sean held open for him.
Harry got up, too, and walked through the door, giving Sean a striking smile, which was happily returned. Sean seemed to be taken aback from this for a moment but regained his professional façade.
"I hope everything is to your liking, Sir." Sean said making his way to the door that lead to the kitchen.
"Won't you join us?" Bruce asked as he took a seat at the large square table.
"I- I don't want to impos-"
"You won't. Go make you a plate and join us. I insist."
"Yes, sir." Sean said reluctantly.
Bruce looked at Harry with an arrogant smile and Harry sighed.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Harry asked, though he already knew the answer.
"I've been around the block a few times and I know the difference between a platonic smile and a, well, however you smiled at each other."
"So… you think he likes me back?" Harry whispered.
"On his résumé, it says he's single and interested in males. So, I'd say you have a fair shot." Bruce said with a wink and a waggle of his eyebrows.
Harry smiled and picked at his chips until Sean walked in with his plate. He sat a ways off from where he and Bruce sat and made it obvious with his body language that he had never eaten with an employer and would rather have eaten alone in the kitchen. Harry looked down at his plate and grabbed his burger and got a bite of the- best burger he had ever eaten! He didn't realize he'd moaned out loud until he looked up and saw two quizzical and amused faces looking back.
"Uh… This is a really good burger." Harry said blushing slightly as Bruce chuckled.
"I'm glad you like it." Sean said smiling, "It's one of my specialties."
"Hmm… And what are your other specialties, may I ask?" Bruce asked between bites.
"Spaghetti, biscuits, various paninis, my monster cake-"
"Monster cake?" Harry inquired, truly intrigued.
"It's a cherry pie baked inside a vanilla cake topped with a chocolate meringue pie baked inside a chocolate cake with a layer of turtle brownies. Oh, and topped of with homemade buttermilk icing."
Sean looked up from his plate, which he was staring at while he counted off the ingredients, and saw two very enthusiastic faces.
"Erm… You want me to make it tomorrow, sir?" Sean asked.
"Yes!" Bruce and Harry said in unison.
Sean laughed at their eagerness though stopped after remembering his previous employers reaction to the creation… a diabetic coma. Of course, he shouldn't have eaten the whole thing.
"Harry is an avid cooker. He would love to help you make it, I am sure." Bruce said.
"Would you?" Sean asked looking over at Harry.
"If… you wouldn't mind…" Harry mumbled, not sure if he should thank Bruce or get him back for it.
"I usually like to get desserts done a little after lunch, if that's a good time for you, sir."
"You can call me, Harry. And yeah… it's a good time."
"Oh! Harry and I were going to go out tomorrow around two, so… will you be done by then?"
"It only takes about an hour, sir." Sean said politely.
"Brilliant. Well," Bruce said with a final bite, "that was the best burger I have ever eaten."
"Thank you, sir."
"I agree." Harry said with a grin.
"Here, I'll just take our plates." Sean got up and grabbed all the plates, brushing against Harry's arm a little to hard to be accidental. Harry looked up at him and smiled his thanks before Sean went back through the door.
He was so attractive! Harry wasn't going to be able to live with this boy for long before he had to make a move.
"Does… Sean live in the manor?" Harry asked still staring at the door.
"He does. Him and the house cleaner have living quarters out back."
"Who's the house cleaner?"
"An elderly woman named Beverly Judkins. She's quite a card, actually. Why?"
"I'm just… wondering."
"Well," Sean said walking back into the dining area, "I believe I'm going to retire to my quarters. Evening, sir. Harry."
"Evening." Bruce said.
Harry only smiled, though in vain since Sean was already out the door. Bruce got up and walked to the door stretching slightly and flexing his muscles.
"You coming, Harry?" He asked turning around to face him.
"Er, what do you mean?" Harry asked at the awkward almost innuendo.
"The tour?"
"Right!"
Bruce showed him the main the first floor den/pool room/bar, the secret bathroom and bedroom on 'Harry's Floor', the indoor pool on the third floor and the one on the roof, the other bathroom that looked like a third pool, and finally, they descended down the stairs.
"Are we going to the-"
"Yes! Hush!" Bruce said looking around, "You never know who may be listening."
"… Okay."
Bruce smiled and led him to a door in the hallway. Once opened, it led to a very dark and dodgy basement that looked as if it hadn't had a visitor in years.
"Down, we go." Bruce said going cheerfully down the stairs. Harry figured that this was probably to keep 'visitors' at bay.
At the bottom of the stairs there was just a regular basement, wooden floors, boxes and an old television set. Harry gave Bruce a questioning look and he lifted a finger for patience and walked to the television set. Bruce crouched down in front of the television and turned one of the dials left, right, left and then an odd whooshing noise emitted from it and the screen slid down, revealing a secret passageway.
"Down, we go!" Bruce said happily.
Bruce went feet first into the passageway and began to climb down an unseen ladder and Harry soon followed. It was strangely cold as they climbed down and Harry almost fell when the metallic sound of the screen closing echoed off the walls.
"Almost there. Ugh, this is why I bloody retired." Bruce mumbled.
"Why's it so long?" Harry asked, glancing down and realizing they were far from the bottom.
"Naturally, there would be booby traps if it wasn't the right person, like if the screen was broken instead of opened correctly. Or if it wasn't me."
"Why don't I set it off?" Harry asked, pausing momentarily.
"If I'm in here, it'll be fine. Until I get your fingerprints and such."
They climbed down the ladder for only thirty more seconds, Harry wondered if it was worth the trip.
"Here we are!" Bruce said and Harry soon felt the floor on his feet and turned around to face a large black door with a small rectangular keypad above the door handle, "The password is… never speak it." Bruce said typing in the password slowly so Harry got a good look at each number, "You got it?"
"Yes."
"Now," Bruce pushed a green button and a weird metallic creaking noise came from the door, which swung open soon after, "I show you… the Bat Cave."
It was amazing! It was all black with pictures on the walls of Batman, newspaper cuttings, and even a few of four boys in similar outfits, sometimes accompanying Batman.
"Who are these boys?" Harry asked.
"They were 'Robins'… My old sidekicks."
"Why did you have four different ones?"
"They… would either die or go solo… or meet a girl." Bruce said solemnly.
Harry sighed disgustedly in his mind. 'Ugh. Heterosexuals.'
He turned away from the pictures and looked back at the newspaper cuttings with various pictures and huge titles such as 'Batman frees children from fire!' or 'Batman save hundreds!' or even 'Batman found stealing!'.
"Stealing? Why'd you keep this one?"
"It was funny."
Harry began to laugh. They really were alike. From the black hair to the publicity, they were very similar. Harry looked around again and saw what should have been a parkway for a certain 'Bat Mobile' to be placed.
"The actual 'Bat Mobile' is back in America… but I have another one you can drive." Bruce said following Harry's eyes.
"Ooooh really?"
"Think of it as… sixteen birthday presents in one? Oh, and we need to get you a uniform to wear."
"For what?"
"On-the-job training. You don't seem… 'Robin' enough to wear the whole red and yellow outfit. How about something black?"
"Yes!" Harry answered happily. He would be caught dead in that red and yellow ensemble.
"Come with me."
Bruce led Harry to the back of the room to a door that swung back and forth when opened. It was a huge room filled with different tights, outfits, capes, masks, and- everything super hero oriented.
"Where did you get all these?"
"I had a friend who liked to design super hero clothes and… he died decades ago and left them all to me. I've had a few super heroes come to me asking for outfits."
"I'm sorry."
"Ah, it was years ago. I'm over it. He- he was a good man, but-" Bruce stopped talking and lifted his eyes to meet Harry's sad and confused eyes, not sure how what to say.
"You want to… talk about it?" Harry asked.
"No. Another time. Now, I want to find you an outfit." Bruce said, determinedly keeping his voice deeper.
Bruce walked around to the 'Black Section' where all the black outfits were and pulled out a few sets. He threw them over his shoulder for Harry to catch and laughed when Harry had to lunge three feet for some tights.
"Now, since you are a wizard, we can use charms to keep you safe. We can go meet with Severus again and he could do it since, apparently, you're 'not allowed'. But, it's the law. Go try them on."
Harry walked through the door that Bruce had motioned towards when he said for him to try the clothes on and shut the door. Harry took off his clothes and began to put on some black tights which were, indeed, very tight.
"How the- bloody hell- am I supposed to- to help people- in- this?" Harry asked himself as he pulled them over his legs.
"They have to be tight! They'll fall off!" Bruce called through the door.
Harry gave a huge sigh and finally got the full body tights on. Sigh. Good thing Harry was skinny and at least slightly muscular or else he would've looked awful. These tights left nothing at all to the imagination. Nothing.
Next was the speed-o thing that was supposed to cover his junk, he assumed. But did it? Barely. But they did make him look less… stupid. Slightly.
No wonder all these bitches be trippin'. They tryin'a get with the superheroes! Harry couldn't blame them though. He did look pretty hot.
I wonder what Sean would think? Hmm… Harry turned around and saw that his arse looked delightfully squeezable and smiled. He liked being a superhero.
What next? Oh, yes. The shoes. He got black boots that went up to his knees and put them on, almost falling over in the process. They added nicely to the outfit. They weren't as squeaky as you'd think they were; they had to be stealthy.
Now, the belt. He put on a black belt that had lots of little pockets for 'Utility Gadgets', or, in his case, potion holders.
Harry then slid the black gloves over his hands and scrunched up his fingers, getting used to the feel.
He whipped the cape on in a flourishing movement and puffed out his chest. He was a complete superhero now.
Harry walked out of the changing room and did a small fashion show for Bruce, strutting from the changing room to the wall than back halfway to meet with Bruce.
"You like it then?" Bruce asked amused at Harry's happiness and enjoyment of the outfit.
"Do I look good?" Harry asked though he knew he looked fucking sexy.
"Yes. You're reminding me so much of when I first got an actual uniform. At first, I would just run around in cloaks. Oh! I almost forgot!" Bruce ran back to a cabinet and pulled out a black cloth, "Here. This is your mask. You must keep it on when you wear your complete uniform."
Harry took it and pulled it over his head. The mask made him completely covered except his eyes and his lower jaw.
Now, he was a superhero.
"Now we just need a name for you…"
Bruce and Harry both donned a thinking face and took seats on chairs sat opposite each other.
"Batboy?" Bruce asked.
"No. I'd like to have the term 'man', if you don't mind."
"Right… well, Batman's taken for now. It'll only be temporary."
"The Black Widow?"
"No. Makes you sound like an elderly woman."
"Erm… Has to be dark… The Black Dragon?"
"Maybe… there has to be something that will be cool enough… What animals do you like?"
"Um… Owls, werewolves…"
"Nah. No animal names… how about… Zephyrs?" {ˈzɛfər} or Zefer.
"What does that mean?"
"It comes from the God of the West Wind's name. So wind, silence- I thought it was clever."
"Brilliant! Zephyrs!… The creature of the… wind."
"How about… you just arrive and make enough of a statement with that, hmm?"
"Okay. So… where do I keep this?" Harry asked motioning towards his outfit.
"Keep the main part under your clothes, I suggest. I usually kept everything else in my briefcase."
"I could keep them in my rucksack… Only I can get into it."
"Awesome. Perfect. Ah, I suggest we go back up now so you can get settled."
Once they got back to the first floor, which took ten minutes, Hedwig was already back with a reply letter from Severus.
'Dear Bruce, I contacted the Ministry and the appointment is set for five o'clock tomorrow evening. Make sure you both dress nicely for this. I'll expect you at my house around four thirty and dressed so we can get an early departure. –Severus.'
"He's so charming in writing." Bruce said in a joking manner, "Well, there we go. I guess we'd better get shopping done early tomorrow, then."
"Shopping?" Harry asked.
"Well of course. Don't want you looking like a hoodlum at the ministry do we?"
"I suppose not." Harry said with a yawn, "If you want, you can use Hedwig whenever you want. I think I'll get to bed."
"Thank you. Goodnight."
Harry plopped down on his bed after changing into some shorts and lay there for a moment. He still couldn't believe he was A) away from the Dursley's, B) Living with a man who actually cares for him and C) there was another boy here who possibly had feelings for him.
Ah, Sean was so cute. And he had the faintest Irish accent that drove Harry insane. Then, Harry began to wonder if Sean would ever need saving and see Harry in his uniform then fall in love with him.
Perhaps… it would be prudent for Harry to learn more about Sean before jumping to conclusions of their relationship. Hell, Harry didn't even know his last name. Something that started with O' he hoped… He'll ask tomorrow.
Speaking of tomorrow, he was going to bake a monster cake with Sean and go shopping with Bruce! Oh, how was Harry going to sleep with all these awesome thoughts rolling through his brain? How can he possibl- zzzzzzz
The Monster Cake turned out to be a real monster after all.
Harry stood holding a burnt finger with flour, cake batter and pie filling all over his apron, which he thanked Merlin he had. Sean sighed and wiped his forehead with his hand.
"That was intense." Harry said.
"It was. Oh, you got a wee bit of-" Sean walked up to Harry and used his thumb to remove some pie filling from his cheek. Harry's cheeks flushed at his touch and he smiled slightly.
"Thanks."
Sean sucked the filling off his finger and smiled, "No problem."
Harry internally swooned at Sean. He was so hot.
Harry turned away and looked down at the cakes, which were cooling on the counter.
"We still have to ice them, too." Harry sighed.
"Here, you get the buttermilk from the fridge and I'll get the sugar." He said bending over to the cabinet.
That arse!
Wait… what was Harry supposed to get? Oh, right! The buttermilk! Harry went to the overly filled refrigerator and grabbed the buttermilk from the top shelf.
{*Okay, I just wanted to let you know that I have no clue how to make buttermilk frosting so… I am assuming that it's like regular frosting except… with buttermilk…}
"Okay Harry, first we just get a lot of powdered sugar and put it into this bowl."
Harry very well knew how to make icing but he let Sean explain it anyway, out of the fact he loved his voice and didn't want to seem rude. Sean put the sugar in the bowl and Harry poured the milk in, then Sean started adding cinnamon, vanilla and nutmeg to the mixture creating a heavenly scent.
"Any other spices you can think of?" Sean asked stirring the bowl with a whisk.
"None that I can think of… It smells perfect right now."
Sean only chuckled slightly at the words and continued to stir until it was one large mass of fluffy, off-white icing. He set the bowl on the table next to the still cooling cakes and turned to Harry.
"What to do while the cakes cool?" He asked.
"I think I have an idea." Harry said as he leaned up to kiss Sean who heartily returned it.
It was amazing how sweet he tasted, and on second thought, it was probably the icing. Harry's mind wandered to how wonderful his ass looked and his hands went down to that particular area.
"Ahem." Bruce said causing Harry's hands to fly up and Sean to jump back and hit his back against the counter, "Erm… sorry but, um, it's almost two… so…"
"R-right, sir. Sorry, Mr. Wayne, sir." Sean stammered at Bruce.
Harry smiled at how cute he looked when he was nervous like that. His eyes would get huge and his lower lip would pout out slightly. So hot.
"Er, bye. It was fun making the cake with you, Sean." Harry said as he walked to the doorway.
"Bye, Harry." Sean said awkwardly rubbing his lower back, "Erm… Sir."
Bruce tipped an imaginary hat to Sean and walked out the door and towards the garage.
"Okay, Harry. I understand that you and Sean have… a thing going on but I really suggest you not get too close to him." Bruce said as they pulled out of the driveway.
"I don't think it's going to be that serious. He just has a really nice-"
"I understand! Okay, I just wanted you to know. Because once you're a hero, you form enemies and when you have enemies, they target your loved ones. Even your fuck buddies."
Harry snorted at the last part but understood entirely. No more Sean.
"But… I'm not a super hero yet…" Harry inquired.
Bruce rolled his eyes and moaned, "I just don't want to walk in on it. If your going to- that- then go somewhere private please."
"Yes, Bruce." Harry looked out the window for a moment, watching at the scenery passed by before speaking again, "Where are we going to get my suit?"
"Well, there's a lot of places I was planning on going to today, actually. As a 'Wayne' you must look your best, so, I will be buying you some suits, ties, leather shoes, cologne, daytime wear, night wear-"
"I really need all of that?" Harry asked, "I just need a suit for the Custody Trial!"
"Of course! No nephew of mine is going to go in public without the finest attire."
"I have to wear suits everywhere?" Harry asked, "You were wearing jeans yesterday!"
"Ah, no. This is just for events. Day wear means, in your terms, normal clothes or play clothes."
"And night wear?"
"It's slightly nicer than day wear. Like for dinner."
"So… converse?" Harry asked.
"Converse. And jeans."
"Yes." Harry said happily, "Also… Thanks again for doing this."
Bruce sighed, "I'm actually being selfish with all this. The only reason you're here is so I don't have to work up a will for all my things and burn all of my… other things."
"Yes, but you don't have to go and buy me things!"
"Again, a selfish reason. I don't want to walk around with a homely looking boy." Bruce said with a laugh.
"Hey! I do not look homely!" Harry said, though his baggy trousers said differently.
"Your style is good but the quality of your clothes is lacking. Here. First lets get you some clothes to wear while we're shopping."
Harry sighed at how snobby that sounded but laughed at the paradox of who was saying it; the most laid back man he knew.
Here, Harry bought ten pairs of jeans, twenty t-shirts, fifteen button up shirts, five pairs of converse, five pairs of tennis shoes and some new underwear and socks. He even got a pair of sunglasses and a hat.
"I really don't think I need twenty-"
"Ah, shut up and accept it!" Bruce said roughing up Harry's hair.
Shopping was so new to him, and he apparently wore clothes half the size of the clothes the Dursley's made him wear.
"Oh, this store looks promising." Bruce said as they walked closer to a store that sold fine suits and like attire, "I think we should-"
"Hey- what's going on over there?" Harry asked looking over at an alleyway that, had he not been paying attention, he would have passed completely; it was dark and hard to see from across the road. There was a boy, apparently his age, being pushed into the alleyway by some larger looking boys.
"Bruce? Can I do some solo work?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"If you wish. The best way to deal with these types is to hit them right here," He place his hand by Harry's neck, "and they'll fall unconscious."
"Thanks." Harry said.
Harry ran to an abandoned store, where the windows were boarded up and it appeared that no one had shopped there in ages. The door itself was broken and easy to get into, so Harry entered with ease. Once inside, he saw that it had once been a dress shop; mannequins and old faded gowns were all about the room, along with tape measurers and clothe scissors.
Harry made haste with changing into his uniform and stowed his rucksack under some underwire. This building, almost serendipitously, was a building that made up the alleyway a boy in trouble was, so Harry snuck through a back door right to the seen, hidden in the shadows.
"How could you think we wouldn't find out?" The larger boy said.
"St-stop it!" The boy said back hidden from view behind the taller, thicker boys.
One of the two boys who were bullying the one boy walked closer to him, blocking Harry's view even further. Harry waited for the perfect moment to pounce, to strike. He took a moment to take in his surroundings; this alleyway was dark and full of trash cans and garbage, which were perfect makeshift weapons. It was also very rundown and there wasn't a soul around.
The biggest one, the one who approached the cowering boy, said something quietly to the cowering boy, making him shudder.
Slowly, Harry walked up to the turned back of the other boy, a tall scrawny one, and hit him in the perfect spot by his neck to knock him unconscious, just as Bruce had done. This, of course, went unnoticed by the larger one who was about to strike the boy on the ground.
"Next time, you'll-"
Harry grabbed his hand in midair with a death grip.
"If I were you, I'd run. And take the unconscious one with you." Harry said in a voice deeper and raspier than his own.
This boy looked at his friend and made to hit Harry in the face, full on, but Harry was too quick. He used a move he'd used too many times on Dudley and avoided the punch and hit the boy in his gut, making him lose his air.
"You little-" But Harry hit again and again. A punch to the nose, and a round house kick to the head, until the boy fell to the ground beside his friend.
"Are you-" Harry started as he walked to the victim, but stopped, the boy who was being bullied was someone he knew. The last person he would help willingly. Draco Malfoy. "Are you alright?" He asked again regaining his composure.
Malfoy looked up at Harry with confused eyes, he seemed to have been roughed up a bit before Harry even got there, his clothes were dirty and his hair askew, "Who are you?"
"I'm... Zephyrs." Harry said awkwardly offering his hand, "But are you okay?"
"Zephyrs? Are you a super hero?" Draco asked now eyeing Harry's whole getup and eying the fallen bullies.
"Yes. I am." Harry said offering his hand again.
"Thank you." Malfoy said taking his hand and standing, "But I am going to get an earful later."
"What happened?"
"I... I was caught doing something I didn't want anyone to know about... Mainly them." He said looking away from Harry.
"I see... Well, do try to stay out of trouble?" Harry asked making to leave before things got awkward.
Then Mafloy held him still with his eyes. Those grey eyes looked into Harry's emerald eyes with a strange sort of admiration or thankfulness and also curiosity filled the gaze.
"I must... properly thank you for this." He said carefully, suddenly, surprising Harry with the sound of his voice form the silence.
"Oh, no... It is fine. I was only-"
But the rest of his sentence was never said, for the lips of Draco Malfoy came up to the lips of Harry Potter and gave him a quick, sweet kiss.
Harry looked at Malfoy now with a look of utter surprise. Though, he wasn't surprised because it was Malfoy, (that just shocked him slightly) but because there was a strange spark that went through him.
Malfoy smiled warmly at Harry and sighed, "I'll call you if I ever need help... Zephyrs."
"You can call me Zeph." Harry said, surprised he could even talk.
"Then you must call me Draco. Until next time." He said with a glimmer in his eyes and a smile.
Then Draco walked away, his dirty trousers and tousled hair gliding down the alleyway with the familiar swaggar, then he turned abruptly around a corner, disappearing from view.
'Draco Malfoy kissed me!' Harry thought. 'Why am I not appalled at myself for kissing him, my worst enemy?'
But then Harry remembered how broken he looked when he was on the ground with those bullies hurting him. His eyes full of helplessness and pleading. You can't see someone down like that and not want to nurture them to health or... kiss them. Or let them kiss you.
Was it only the way Malfoy... Draco needed Harry that made him attractive, or could it have been his blonde hair, his blue eyes, his lips or his scent? Harry had a thing for blondes... And blue eyes. Plus, the way Draco smelled made his nose want more.
But what if Draco found out who 'Zeph' really was? How would he react?
Harry had no answers. Not yet.
He looked around and remembered finally what he was doing before this encounter and he went back into the building to change.
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