Warning: Very adult content in this chapter. No flames as they will be used to roast Joker's nuts over an open fire.

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Chapter 6 A Compromising Position

October 14, 2011 Mt Justice

Beep,Beep,Beep. I slammed the snooze button to my alarm and groaned a little. After a few brief moments I convinced myself to get my last ass out of bed and go through my routine. It goes something like this: 5:00 am I dress in sweats and start my morning regimen of exercise. 5 reps of 15 curl-ups, 3 reps of 10 push-ups, followed by a 25 minute jog and the remaining time used for yoga and acrobatic exercises.

At 6:00 am I shower, brush my teeth, do my hair, which is in its usual messy cultured curls, put lotion, get dressed. Today I dress in my green military jacket with khaki cargo pants and a black tank top. And I have my usual golden cross necklace and trademark bandages and black fingerless gloves. Now the time is 6:20 am and I'm in the kitchen with my head in the fridge trying to figure out what to eat. I had to hand it to Megan; she made sure we had no end in variety to eat.

"I feel like having eggs," I spoke to myself.

"You're up early," a voice said from very close behind me. I got startled and hit my head on the top of a shelf.

"Aw, Jesus-fucking-Buddha!" I turned around and saw who it was.

"Jesus Christ Con, would it kill you to make some noise when you walk in. That's the fourth time this week I nearly had a heart attack."

"Sorry," Connor said sarcastically. I recovered and looked back in the fridge, wary of any shelves.

"Conner, is M'gann still asleep?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Hey, Conner, you hungry?"

"Yes, but what does that have to do with M'gann?"

"M'gann always cooks for us so I wanted to do something for all of us. I know how to do eggs but also French toast."

"What's that?"

"Wait, you never had French Toast before?"

"No, why?"

"Oooh, this is sweet. Conner, allow me to introduce you to the sweet pleasures of French toast. Wanna help?"

"Sure," Conner said laconically.

"Good, Con, I want you to get the bread, a pan, cinnamon, and powdered sugar."

"Do we even have powdered sugar?"

"No idea, that's why are you checking?" Connor headed to the cabinet while I searched the fridge for a bowl, eggs, and butter.

"Hey Angel, is it cinnamon sticks or ground cinnamon we need?"
"Ground." I cracked six medium eggs into the bowl and beat the eggs to a yellow ooze of uniform consistency. Connor left the stuff on the island counter, in which I grabbed the cinnamon and added dashes of the brown spice. Next I turned on the stove and set the buttered pan on the heated metal. While it warmed I dripped both sides of a slice of bread and set the bread slice on the pan. I waited a few minutes until the side on the pan turned golden brown then flipped the bread. When it cooked I set the golden brown slice on a plate and placed the next egg-covered bread slice on the pan. Within a few minutes, I had four slices of French toast on the plate. I had the feeling I was being watched from behind and my suspicions were confirmed when I heard a cough. I turned around anyways and saw Megan with messy hair and pajamas.

"What's with all the noise," she asked wearily. "What's all this?"

"It's Denny's take out, which is why we have out hot pans and food all over the place. What do you think it is? It's breakfast of course," I said.

"We're making French toast," Connor reiterated. Megan looked a little surprised at this.

"Angel you didn't have to…"

"C'mon Megan, you cook every day. I decided I could do you a favor for once. Now you and Con get some toast while it's hot." Megan and Connor each took two slices and sat on the table with powdered sugar and syrup. I served myself two slices with an extra plate of four more slices. I turned off the stove and filled the pan with water like Selina taught me before I sat at the table with the alien couple. Five minutes and two more slices later, we sat with contented stomachs.

"That was so good Angel," Megan commented. "I could really taste the egg and cinnamon."

"Thanks Megan, it makes the fact that this will go straight to my thighs a little better to accept." We laughed at this before I got up to collect the plates.

"I'll get those, Angel," Megan offered and after we did the dishes we went to the hangar to meet up with Black Canary to go to school. The van dropped me off first, my new school is closer. Harbor View Intermediate is a fairly small school, though this is a small town after all. The school is built of red brick, reminding me of those cliché suburban schools were everyone knows everyone and everyone has a dandy old time. Harbor View is exactly like that, except for one small thing.

In pretty much every school, gossip is a problem but here it's a disease. I'm the biggest thing that happened here since the skaters and the Goths had a hissy fit over use of an oak tree as a hangout, and that happened four years ago. It's not that I'm the new kid who happens to be gay, it's not so much that I'm the only gay kid here out of the closet (God knows there's a lot of closet cases here), but that I'm the new gay kid who's very open about being gay. In hindsight I probably shouldn't have flirted with that skater with pink spikes and lip balm, or wolf-whistled at the soccer player with manicured nails and shaved legs, or compliment the science geek on his love of the musical, Momma Mia (my, my, how can I resist you), or… well, you get the point. I almost got into a fight with the soccer player's buddies but luckily that campus monitor came in before it came to blows. And that's my first week here. But God damn it if I can't be the way I am. I mean, they complain when us gays are "all up in their face with our gayness,", but what about when straight guys are all up in our faces with their straightness. I'm pretty sure I have as much of a right to flirt with that soccer player as much as those jocks have a right to flirt with the cheerleaders. What double standard! Plus there has yet to be a day when my gaydar has been wrong. Thank God my real home is in the city where people are a little more open-minded. That's not to say I am lacking in friends here.

"Hey Angel," I heard an excitable voice say. I turned around and saw a girl with short spiky hair and dressed in a gray jacket over a Metallica shirt and torn jeans.

"Hey Solene," I greeted. We hugged each other and let go.

"So tell me. How's it going with Glen," I asked. Glen Gray was Solene's crush and recently he asked her out.

"Oh nothing special. He took me to a poetry reading at Nirvana," she said with a smile. Nirvana was actually a beatnik club and not a strip club as I first thought. Don't worry, everyone thinks that the first time.

"Nirvana? Oh wow, he really must like you." Nirvana's Monthly Poetry Reading was the biggest event in town for cool cats and poetry enthusiasts like Solene. Taking her to the poetry reading was like taking a woman to Paris.

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it either. At least not until I got there. After the reading we went to dinner, nothing special just Chile's." At that moment the first bell rang.

"Oh, there's the bell. See you in second period Angel."

"See you later, Solene." That said, we went to class. First period was English, a personal favorite as we started reading The Outsiders. I could already smell a Johnny/Dallas fanfiction on the way. Next was P.E., where we did an endurance run test. I passed with flying colors. Then I had Algebra where I mostly daydreamed. Just this Monday the team went on an excursion to Yellowstone with Zatara's daughter Zatanna. Oh my God, firstly, I never met Red Tornado before so I didn't know what to expect. I did find out from the Team that he was a robot superhero who betrayed them a week before I came. Still, I hadn't gone out on any missions yet so I was excited to go out somewhere I've never been before.

Secondly, Zatanna was the cutest thing. And who wouldn't kill to have magical powers. Still Robin was such a flirt to her (and I thought Wally was bad), though it was a shame when her father found and she got grounded for life. Still, all that was nothing compared to going up against Red Volcano. I got scared, for a moment it really looked like the world was going to end, despite all our best efforts. But at the last time Wally used some freakish genius I didn't even know existed (apparently he's a science geek, I know, I wouldn't have guessed either) and saved the day with Red Tornado. My God what a rush, I mean my runs with Selina are good and all but that's nothing to saving the world. I almost want to give up stealing to be a hero. Almost.

The bell rang and I broke out of my daydream. Next class was Human Anatomy and Physiology. I'm not a science geek like Wally is, nor am I a math nerd like Robin but I really am good at medicine stuff and all. I've always wanted to work with animals as a veterinarian (cats of course) so this is one of the few classes I really pay attention to. Today we're going over the circulatory system and learning the different components of blood, very basic stuff I already knew from Gotham South Intermediate, but I listened anyways and answered questions when I wanted to. I had the strangest feeling that I was being watched and turned around. In the last row were empty seats. Empty except for a kid in a blue hoodie, a beanie, and reflective sunglasses. This occurred to me as strange because the back row was intentionally empty. But the kid kept his head down, apparently taking notes. The bell rang and I went to lunch A.

I got some lunch and went to the trees where Solene and the others usually sit. Among us is Robert, a boy with the rusty beginnings of a beard, Jeff, a tall lanky kid with glasses who might be the only other (openly) gay kid in school, and Kelsey, a short girl with dyed red hair and self-proclaimed queen of drama (not drama queen, there's a difference, so she says). We said our greetings and soon we went into an already established routine of talking about class and teachers. It was only Monday when Solene first invited me to sit with them and already I'm one of them.

I don't know when exactly but I had been aware that I was being stared at. I looked around and sure enough I saw Mr. Manicured Soccer Player (I think his name was Juan) staring at me intensely. And it wasn't hate I saw.

"Hey guys, I gotta go to the can. See you in a bit," I excused myself and walked towards the bathroom in the B Building. When I was close enough to see him clearly I gestured with my head to where I was going. As I expected he followed me to the bathroom but kept a far enough distance to make sure "he wasn't seen walking to the john with the fag". When I went into the bathroom, I made sure no one was there. It was empty. A few moments later Juan walked in, looking uneasy. I walked to a sink and washed my immaculate hands and Juan took a spot two sinks to my left. I washed for a few seconds before I spoke.

"I have what you want."

"What," Juan says, feigning confusion. I chuckled.

"C'mon, you didn't follow me into the bathroom for nothing, did you?"

"What are you talking about," he said, but I could see him biting his lip.

"So you weren't looking my way and you didn't see me make eye contact and beckon you here?" Juan remained silent, looking uneasy with just a little longing, so unlike his cocky self on the soccer field.

"You think I didn't notice you ogling your friend Joseph when he took off his shirt during P.E.?"

"His name is Joel and I wasn't. I'm not a fag like you," he said although he didn't have much conviction in his voice. I made a show of looking at me nails and with lightning fast speed I pinned him to the bathroom wall. In all truth he could have stopped me, he was taller than me by five inches and I wouldn't have fought him (I don't need the trouble). But he had the most freaked out look o0n his face and he made no effort to push me away. I trailed a finger down his chest.

"You sure about that?" I gently held one of his fingers and placed it in my mouth. With gentle suction, I pulled the appendage out slowly and teasingly. The guy looked like he was gonna have a heart attack.

"I can do so much for you. And it won't cost you a thing."

"Bull shit! You're not much older than me. You don't know anything." I smirked and reached for his goodies. I stroked the package through the cloth of his jeans, gently running my fingers along the member.

"Wanna bet?" The look on Juan's face was priceless. Then came the best part, I let go of him and walked away as if nothing happened. As I reached the door, Juan called out to me.

"Wait! Don't go! Please?" I looked and saw a beautifully defeated look on Juan's face.

"Why?" I knew why, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"I want… I want you… I want you to…."

"Yes," came out a drawn out tease.

"Can you give me what I want?" That was probably the most I'll get out of him so I had mercy on him.

"Meet me in the teacher's bathroom in Building E during sixth period." Then I opened the door.

"You can't tell your friends, you can't let anyone know," he asked fearfully. I smiled my most reassuring smile.

"You're secret's safe with me. See you in sixth." I left him there and walked out of the bathroom. I felt like I was being watched and turned to my left. Just outside the bathroom was that kid from 4th period. He was leaning against the way like it was none of my business. Still I hated the feeling of being stalked, especially since that kid looks so familiar. He looked at me and raised his chin in a challenge. I met his eyes (or shades) and raised my chin in defiance. I went back to Solene and her friends. There were only a few minutes left for lunch but I made the most of it.

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I had been following Angel's movements for the entire week. I knew he couldn't have been the mole Kaldur heard about, but then again he could be yet another traitor in our midst. There was no way anybody could have Batman style Wayne tech on them like nothing, no way.

Most of the week I kept on the down low about spying on him. Mostly we talked during our probation hours (we're still cleaning the basement) about Gotham crime. He's surprisingly knowledgeable about Gotham crime families, notably the Falcones and the Marconi's. Apparently rich crime families tend to be the target of Catwoman, although I suspect some bank robberies might be her and Angel's handiwork as well. And of course he is very tight-lipped about his personal life at Gotham, which I can relate to. All I know about him is that he's an eighth grader (my grade as well) who is top of his class in biology (he's nowhere near as smart as Wally, though, which Angel was surprised to learn that he was a science geek) and Angel aspires to be a veterinarian (specializing in cats, of course) who might moonlight on the side. Usually Angel flirts with most of the guys on the Team (to our discomfort) which is usually in the form of compliments and playful innuendoes, but he's laid of flirting with Connor (probably figured out not to play with a committed man) and recently me. I still have no idea why, maybe he figured he shouldn't push me ever since the sparring incident, which I can't get out of my head for some reason.

It's not that I'm gay (God I hope not), I mean I like girls, I made it clear to Zatanna that I liked her, even if it wasn't meant to be in the end, but anyways how about you have a lithe boy rubbing his butt against your junk in a tight embrace and see if you don't pop a boner. But I digress.

As it happens, I planted a tracker in Angel's military jacket just two days ago (I happen to know he wears that thing every day) and I have been tracking his movement ever since. Using a schematics map of Harbor View Intermediate, I've been tracking his movements with his class schedule. I noticed he went to the bathroom during third period yesterday for 10 minutes but nothing out of the ordinary. Today though, I don't have school due to faculty prep conferences, which means I can spy on him. I told Alfred I was heading to Mt Justice to visit friends (half true) and went through the portal. I dressed out of my usual civvies; I put on a blue hoodie with reflective sunglasses and a beanie. You could only tell it was me if you looked closely, which I hoped Angel wouldn't. I also kept my utility belt (Batman taught me well) just in in case and a notebook and pencil for appearances.

When I arrived at Harbor View, fourth period was about to start. It was Human Anatomy and Physiology and apparently Angel was very good at it. There was a row of empty seats in the back, so I took a seat and listened. Angel's actually kind of smart, he really could be a doctor, and not one who deals with cats, it's just a shame he's wasting his time with crime. He must have sensed someone was watching because he turned around and stared right at me. I quickly kept my head down and pretended to write notes. Through my sunglasses I saw him leer at me suspiciously and turn his attention back to class. The bell rang and the students split. Some went to fifth period and others went to Lunch A. Angel had lunch and I followed him while keeping a far enough distance to avoid suspicion. I saw him sit under a tree with a group of people, his new friends I presume. I sat a whiles from him, eating a bag lunch I made for this occasion. I chewed on my mouthful of ham and cheese sandwich while I watched Angel talk with his friends. Kinda reminds me of Barbara and I. I saw him stare into the distance, not far to my left. I looked discreetly to Angel's line of sight and saw a tall Latino staring at Angel with a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. I saw Angel say something, I think it was "I gotta go to the can", if my skills in lip-reading is anything to go by. I saw him get up and head towards me. For a moment I thought I was caught but I saw him walk by the Latino kid and make a gesture to follow him. The Latino kid got up not long after and my eyes followed them to the bathroom.

I waited for Angel to disappear through the door before getting up myself. I caught up when the Latino kid went through the door but I stayed outside. I took a hearing device and stuck it to the door and tuned it to hear through the door. I heard water flowing, a sink I believe, and then I heard Angel speak.

"I have what you want." My heartbeat quickened. The little dick was a spy! I heard the Latino kid speak but I couldn't make it out. I retuned the device. It took me a while and I think I missed a lot of the conversation but I heard the kid speak.

"His name is Joel." Who's Joel? The device picked up static and I cursed the device for choosing now to mess up.

"You sure about that," I heard Angel say but it was more in a playful and challenging manner.

"I can do so much for you," I heard Angel say next. "And it won't cost you a thing." I swear I could hear some heavy breathing on the other side. I picked up more static and had to reconfigure the device yet again.

"Can you give me what I want," I heard the other kid say.

"Meet me in the teacher's bathroom in Building E during sixth period," I heard Angel say then I heard the door opening. I sprang away and hid my hearing device. I leaned against the wall outside the bathroom door acting all cool and casual.

"You can't tell your friends, you can't tell anyone," I heard the other kid shout.

"Your secret's safe with me. See you in sixth," Angel replied and walked out. Then he stopped and looked my way. I kept cool, making it seem like I wasn't looking directly at him. I turned his way and raised my chin. He responded back and walked away like nothing ever happened.

I let out a breath. That was too close. Either way, Angel is up to something, it may have nothing to do with the Team but I'm sure he's probably doing something like drug deals or something. And I had every intention of finding out.

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The bell for sixth rang and I left my history class to go to science. Today the teacher droned on about valence electrons so I figured now was as good as any a time to excuse myself. I got a hall pass and made my way to Building E, a brick building that housed most of the math classes. I saw Juan standing there by the faculty bathroom looking like shit.

"You sure about this," Juan said uneasily.

"Dude, if you wanna back out, that's fine…."

"No, I want this!" And from the look in his eyes he really wanted this. I smirked.

"Alright, we're doing it here." Juan's face blanched.

"What?"

"We're gonna use this bathroom."

"Dude, it's locked." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a set of pins. I never leave home without a set. I bent down and worked the lock. I seconds I heard a satisfying click and opened the door.

"Woah," was all Juan had to say. I had a cocky smile on my face.

"C'mon, better here than the student bathrooms. There's no way in hell I want to be interrupted." I let Juan in and locked the door behind us. I sat on the toilet and went to the point.

"What do you want to do," I asked. "I can do anything you like, just gotta say the magic words." Juan looked uneasy as if he was unsure of what to do. I reached out an caressed his arm, comforting him. Losing your virginity can be very nerve racking.

"I want you to blow me," was Juan's decision. I smiled.

"Drop your pants and I'll get to work."

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I looked at my tracker. Based on the building schematics I downloaded, Angel should be in the faculty bathroom right now. I made my way towards the E Building.

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Juan moaned deeply. The minute I said drop your pants, he looked like a kid in Christmas. I knew how hard it is being a gay kid in middle school and the blue balls can really get to you. Somebody had to service these boys and I don't see why it can't be me.

When Juan dropped trou, I knelt before his member. There really wasn't much to look at, he was only beginning to grow pubic hair and the only point of interest was that he wasn't circumcised. Many sons of immigrants weren't circumcised. His balls were shrunk against his body in anticipation.

I breathed heavily on his member, which twitched at this teasing gesture. I lifted the member and licked its underside. Juan's moan was heavenly. I kissed the head and took it in my mouth. Next I flicked my tongue into his foreskin. His member half-hardened and taking advantage I stuck my tongue in a licked the entire inside of the foreskin. Juan bucked his hips and I haven't even put the thing in my mouth. I slowly took the member into my mouth and the member grew in my mouth. I waited for my throat to adjust to the length, but again, he really wasn't all that big. I've had bigger.

I started to suck on it. Juan moaned and pulled at my hair. I smirked in satisfaction. I started to pull back my head then bob back, taking more than I did before. Juan moaned deeper. Then I started to bob my head, slowly at first then picking up speed.

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I stood outside bathroom door. I slowly turned the door, not wanting to alert any occupants of my presence. It was locked. Then I heard a moan from behind the door.

They sounded like they were in pain. The hell with this, I'm opening the door.

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I picked up speed, bobbing and sucking furiously. Juan had turned to putty at this point.

"Oh God, I think I'm gonna…" Juan didn't finish his sentence. A long drawn out moan came instead.

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I put the pins inside the door. I worked furiously to open the door. I heard a satisfying click.

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I could feel it. Here comes the money shot. Juan let out one last moan.

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I opened the door.

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Juan shot his seed into my ready mouth. Then the door opened. I stared at the intruder and saw that prick with the reflective sunglasses and blue hoodie. He looked shocked, then again if you walked unto this….

I spat the come out of my mouth. I gave the stupid idiot standing there a death glare to end all death glares.

"Get the fuck out of here! Get the fuck out!" My words were venomous and sharp. The doofus bolted and left me and Juan in the bathroom, exposed for all the world to see. Juan fervently pulled is pants up, looking like he received the death sentence.

"Who the hell was that," Juan spat out. It was then that it all came to me. It couldn't have been, he wouldn't, that asshole!

"I know him," I said disbelieving. I wouldn't have recognized him at first but now I did.

"He's gonna have hell to pay," I said darkly and stormed off, leaving Juan scared and humiliated.

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