WARNING: THE RATING HAS GONE UP.
"Hello, Jim."
That was the only warning that the man named Jim had before he was shoved into his house as the Mob Boss Malone entered with his four sons and about ten of his men who surrounded them. Within the span of a minute Jim found himself tied to a chair along with his Ma, Pa and his sister.
The two older boys brought over a chair and sat it in front of them. Malone walked over sitting down in it in front of them with a smile that would send chills down anyone. Jim tried to stay calm when his eyes wondered over to one of the boys who was wearing extremely revealing clothes. Figured it must have been a male striper but the way the boy looked just like… Oh shit.
"Oooh," Freddie cooed. "Look at the way he's looking at Alvin, Big Daddy, he knows something~"
The other three boys laughed and the boy, Alvin, walked over swaggering his hips. "I ain't for sale, buddy."
Lil Match walked over and took out a knife sliding it calmly down Jim's sister's cheek. "I say with start with her." He than looked at her chest. "Than again there's not much there."
"Leave her alone!" Pa yelled.
The boys laughed again this time Malone spoke. "Now, now, let's all calm down. It's time to have a little chat."
With that the four returned to Big Daddy's side. They each took their place where they normally sat during these little meetings. Rojo sat on the arm of the chair on the right side. Lil Match stood on the other side his arms crossed. Freddie sat between Big Daddy's legs often using one them as a pillow and Alvin sat on the other free leg leaning against Big Daddy.
"Now than," Matches said calmly rubbing Alvin's back gently. "An interesting thing has come across my family. Something that has upset two of my babies and when their upset… I'm upset and no one wants that do we, boys?"
The four shook their heads.
"Now than I have heard that you and your family are well skilled kidnapping, fake deaths and of course selling… And you got a job from Anders. Now than it's no secret that Anders has been after one of my babies." Matches ran his hand up to Alvin's head as the boy leaned more into him. "My precious Baby Doll."
"I didn't sell him your kid." Jim said glaring.
"Oh, I know. But you did sell someone. Someone who looks almost like my Baby Doll, someone who is being rumored to be my Baby Doll. Anders won't stop until he has the real thing and once he's done with whoever you sold to him he'll come after my son. So, Jimmy, you're going to tell me who you sold and where to find them."
"Like hell I would tell you."
"Rojo." Matches snapped his fingers.
Rojo jumped up taking out a small knife and stabbed it into Jim's sister's leg. She screamed and it was followed by her family's shocked screams. Pulling it out Rojo brought it down three more times without stopping before Jim was yelling.
"Tim Wayne! It was Tim Wayne!" Jim screamed pulling at his binds. "I sold Tim Wayne to Anders with the help of a man known as Preacher!"
"Tim Wayne?" Alvin said puzzled before remembering. "Hey, he's that Billionaire's son! Big Daddy, remember they showed him on the news and he looked a lot like me? Remember they said he died?"
Matches had a deep frown on his face. He sat back his expression suddenly darker. He was silent which wasn't like that man. It made everyone nervous. Rojo looked over at him. Freddie had turned over looking up and Lil Match stared before reaching over grabbing Alvin and pulled him off of Big Daddy as the man jumped up in a rage. Freddie screamed scrambling out of the way and to Rojo as Big Daddy fist bashed into Jim's head sending the man flying to the ground.
"Big Daddy?" Freddie dared his voice shaky. He had never seen Big Daddy so angry. "Big Daddy?"
"Match." Malone said with even calm that made them shiver. "Take your brothers back to the car and and whatever you do don't come back in here."
"Rojo, Freddie, Alvin, come on." Lil Match said as he pulled Alvin along and shoved the other two out the door. "Come on, move!"
Another hour later Matches Malone came out of the house his hands covered in in blood that he was drying off with a towel before getting into the car. The second he sat down his babies surrounded him making his the last of his rage die down for the moment but inside he was still fuming and had to make a visit.
Tim sobbed harder when the man rolled off of him and left the room. The smell of sex was heavy in the air making him want to vomit but he couldn't. Instead he laid there trying to ignore the felling of cum flowing out of him.
Anders was always rough during sex. He was demanding and enjoyed seeing Tim in pain all well calling him Alvin. God it made Tim sick to hear Alvin's name. It had been about two months since Tim had ended up here. Three weeks since all of his memories had returned of his pervious life.
He remembered all of it.
Bruce most of all.
His Father/mentor was the most painful to remember because now that Tim could fight back, could get away from Anders and be free from this hell he couldn't return home. No, Tim could never return home because he ahd killed a man. He didn't mean to but he still did and Bruce would surely hate him now. Or would but Bruce and everyone thinks he's dead.
It's a good thing. Tim tries to convince himself. Because if he's dead than Bruce, Dick, Jason, Damian and Alfred will never find out what Tim did. They won't hate him. So, Tim had to stay dead because if he dosne't Bruce would hate him and Tim dind't want his dad to hate him.
Slowly getting up Tim stumbled to the bathroom to clean up. He had to be clean when Anders came back or Anders will use toys and toys hurt. They hurt a lot. Because toys where... Tim shook his head. He didn't want to think about it.
Once clean Tim left the room to go get some food. He heard a bunch of running but thought nothing of it. After all he was dead and the dead don't care. It wasn't until he heard someone calling him. He turned around and came face to face with himself but the reflection had green eyes.
Oh… he finally lost it.
Tears fell form Tim's face.
Robin stepped into the bedroom belonging to Lil Match Malone only to find it empty. He needed to talk to Lil Match so he went searching when he heard wild giggling and laughing coming form the room across. Going over Robin stpped into the room hiding in the sadows.
Alvin was on the bed in a fit of giggles as Lil Match was on top of him tickling him as the two a a playing push and shove trying to see who would pin down who in this ridiculous tickle war. Lil Match him Alvin pinned and straddled him tickling him making the older blond boy giggle louder his face flushed from the laughing before he cried out.
"I give up! I give, I give, Lil Match!" Alvin squealed out tears falling as he laughed. "No, more I can't breathe!"
"Ha!" Lil Match laughed but stopped looking down at him. "I told you I would win!"
"Only because your stronger than me!" Alvin said sitting up as his brother sat back. "I swear soon you'll be taller than me!"
"Well, you are kind of small." Lil Match smirked.
"At least I'm cute!"
"Yeah, yeah, alright Al, we had our fun now it's time for bed."
Alvin suddenly looked sad. "But Big Daddy isn't home yet…"
Smiling Lil Match pulled him into a hug. "Big Daddy will be back soon. Besides we have something to do tomorrow remember? Come on lay down and sleep or you'll be to tired in the morning."
Alvin let out a dramatic sigh. "But getting up at five is way to early! That's our bed time!"
Chuckling Lil Match got off the bed and tugged the blakets down and Alvin got in mumbling about how crazy it was for anyone to be wake at the hour before settling down. Lil Match covered him telling Alvin that the slipping pill should start working soon before turning to walk to the door.
"Lil Match…?"
That stopped the youngest Mobster. "Yeah?"
"I love you, your my best friend."
"I love you too, Al. Your my best friend too. Night."
Smiling Alvin closed his eyes and within seconds he was a sleep. Lil Matched smiled before turning when he heard a voice.
"How touching. Little killers who love each other."
Smirking Match turned to the voice as Robin melted out of the shadows. "Robin. Long time no see."
Robin glared at him. "I require information."
"About what?" Match asked walking out of the room closing it after Robin was out. "And how long have you've been in Alvin's room?"
Robin opened his mouth but Match interrupted.
"I know Alvin is hot but please Robin don't go screwing my brother no matter how your cock lusts after him."
"I do not like you whore brother!" Robin yelled.
Match laughed loving how he could get under Robin's skin. "Hey, Al ain't no whore but if you wish to sleep with him you gotta have Big Daddy's blessing."
"You sicken me."
Laughing Match walked over to the next bedroom with Robin following him. He opened the door. "Rojo, you sleeping?"
"Hmm?" Rojo looked up from his nook. "Oh, not yet. Just going to finish this chapter."
"Just that one." Lil Match said. "I'll back in ten minutes, 'Kay?"
"Yep." Rojo waved him off his eyes glued to the nook.
Closing the door Match walked on. "So what kind of information?"
"A week ago you and your family killed a Man and his family. Jim Johnson."
"Yeah, what about it?" Match opened the next door looking in. "Freddie, you sleeping?"
"Screw you, Lil Match, I have company!"
"What?" Lil Match scowled opening the all the way. "Who the hell are you?!"
Robin raised an eyebrow as Lil Match stormed in up to the bed where Freddie had been currently been making out with some man who was just leaving a mark on the oldest Malone boy's neck and judging by the argument and the yelling this man was not welcomed and Lil Match had one of the body guards kick out the man.
"Lil Match! He's my boyfriend!" Freddie screamed stomping his foot.
"He's a bastard who cheated on you! You'll have nothing to do with that trash, Freddie! If you let him back in here I'll kill him, understand? And Big Daddy is gonna have a little talk with him."
"Urgh!" Freddie screamed again but took the sleeping pill Lil Match was offering him before swallowing it grabbing wine cooler and jumping into bed.
"Yeah, yeah, go to sleep." Lil Match glared. "Hey! You didn't say good night!"
"Good night!" Freddie huffed rolling over.
Laughing Lil Match closed the door looking at Robin. "Sometime I swear I'm the oldest brother around here."
"Tt." Robin followed him. "About that man."
"What about him?"
"What made your Father to enraged that he killed all of them so violently?"
"Oh, well that's a family secret." Match said. "But if you want to look more into it he was into kidnapping and selling kids and he was pretty good at making sure they were considered dead."
"How so?"
"His sister worked at that blood bank thing, you know where they go to school and encourage teen to give blood? Well they would find who fit their sellers needs and would get them to give blood and over the course of a year have enough frozen blood and then they thaw it out toss it here and there and bam! So much blood people have to be dead. Almost five quarts they would collect."
Robin froze. "Almost five quarts of blood…" 'Tim was a blood donor… No it couldn't be… could it?'
"Hey, Robbie, keep up I'm a busy man."
"Tt! You're the same age as me!"
"Oh, your thirteen too?" Lil Match smirked. "Good to know."
'Damn it!' Robin gritted his teeth. "Where are you going?"
Looking over Match raised an eyebrow as if saying did you really forget, "It's been ten minutes."
Robin watched him walk into Rojo's room who was still glued to his nook eyes wide and so into reading that he didn't hear them entre but the blonde didn't notice when Match took the nook, turned it off. Mouth opened a little Rojo stared at him before looking at the clock and sighed laying down on his side curling up in his blankets turning off the light.
"Night, Lil Match."
"Good night, Rojo." Match set the nook down and left closing the door. "Anything else?"
"What the hell do you make sure their in bed? It's not your concern."
"Uh, yeah it kinda is." Match said. "Dad's the head of the family. I'm his only son through blood so when he's gone it's my job to take care of the family."
"You do realize that their older than you."
"Yeah, but unlike me they all a pretty shitty life."
"What about Rojo? He's fine. All that fool ver does is read."
"For your information Rojo life was fucked up too. He wans't in the sex ring like Freddie or Alvin but he was forced to have sex for food and had a pimp. I was lucky enough to be raised by my old man."
"You're a killer."
"I'm also a brother and a protector. Unlike you. Every time I see you and your brothers when you switch out with us all you do is be little Red Robin, Red Hood and even Nightwing and I know you like that last one!" Match smirked. "I do what I have too. Now what else do you need because I need to go check on Al before I head to off to sleep."
"Why? Is he too scared to sleep alone?"
"Only when the nightmares come."
A second later Alvin came crying down the hall awakened by a nightmare of being back in the Ring.
Matches Malone was ready to kill Anders.
If that fucker thought he was going to get a hold of his Baby Doll he was wrong. He sent in his men to kill as many of Anders men as possible and was in the middle of looking for the coward when Alvin took off to the side saying he saw something returned with something.
Someone.
"Look, Big Daddy!" Alvin called smiling brightly.
Alvin had brought over the boy who looked almost exactly like him. The boy's hair had been bleached and dyed just as brightly as Alvin's natural hair in the picture but it looked like they had dyed it back to black. His baby fat around his face had been nearly lost from the stress and torment the boy had gone through. He was beaten harshly judging form all the fresh and old bruises.
Around his neck the boy had a slave collar on, the same from that picture. Black roots could be seen form the part of his hair. His outfits looked almost like Alvin's except it was black and far too small because it looked painful like it was trying to squeeze the last of the life out form the boy.
What made Matches pause was the look in the boy's dull blue eyes. They must have once been bright with smiles and laughter but now they only showed pain and defeat. It reminded him of when he first found his Baby Doll, Sweetheart and when he found his Little Rojo.
"Big Daddy, look! Look!" Alvin hugged the boy who was the same height as him. "We're twins! It's Tim, Big Daddy!"
Matches watched. So that's why Alvin was so excited. Alvin had a twin that died a long time ago and seeing this boy who looked so much like him, who shared his pain, knew what it was like to be used in such away, who needed someone to look and care for him. To own him. Matches Malone had his sons, he loved them, yes but he also owned them because he knew that none of them could live without him because they would always need the man who saved them, excepted them and showed them love.
Oh this boy would make a nice addition to the family.
Smiling Matches walked up to the boy tilting his head up. "Hello there, Baby Cakes."
Tim blinked hollowly at him for a seconded before turning slowly to look at Alvin who had one of his arms wrapped around his shoulders and the other resting around on his side. This forced Tim to mirror the position making them seem more like twins or two pieces of a checker or chess board. Black and blond hair, blue and green eyes, black and white clothing, one smiling brightly the other's had forgotten how as he trembled unsure.
Tim looked at Alvin, "Baby Cakes?" he asked before looking at Matches again.
"Uh-huh." Alvin smiled and pressed the sides of their faces together. "And he's Mob Boss Matches Malone, but you can't call him that because he called you Baby Cakes and I'm Baby Doll. Isn't this great? We're going to be together forever!"
"Huh?"
"It's okay, Tim, Big Daddy is gonna take good care of us."
Thanks to itsayaoigummybear for the great idea that inspired this chapter!
To 5-STAR: Thanks you so much, I'm so happy that you love this story so much and I have had rescused TIm ayay!
To koryandrs: I like Big Daddy too, I think he should be more in other stories because we don't know much about Malone and his kids.
To Noon: Not your soul! Nuuu! Here's an update!
To randomkitty101: I still liked some of your idea and still place to use it later int he story so please don't be mad it wasn't used here!
