Sorry for the long delay! I had a writer's block and not to forget a bunch of things distracting me. You guys recognize that when you finally have time, you don't have the inspiration to make things!?
Ps. I've used the song Titanium covered by Sam Tsui as a guide through this chapter. I could recommend to listen to it for it's the atmosphere I've written it with.
On with the story! :D
A tall man with sharp eyes grabbed the hand of the younger boy walking over the streets and pulled him close. "Hi there, little one," the strong alcohol sense flew over the boy's face making his face cramp in disgust. He pulled the boy against his chest, smiling wide. "Did I overheard you well? You're a whore?"
Another firm hand pulled the young teen back. "Hands off!" a pair of brown eyes frowned on the blue one. A quick step was taken and Mike had placed himself between Alex and the man. His arms folded before his chest. "He's with me."
There changed something in the surroundings. Dick noticed that the people in the alleys slowly moving toward the street they stood in. The atmosphere became heavy and the dark eyes burned on the two man before the teen.
The first person was a male around the age of 20 who stepped out. Eyes sharp. That caused the blue eyes man to back off.
"Okay," the man spoke, hands shooting up in a defensive way. "I understand, geez."
The shim like people of the alleys returned to their places and the other man walked off quickly. The tension in the air turned back to normal quickly. Well, normal for the kind of place he was in.
Mike started to walk again and Alex followed him, eyes still scanning the surroundings. What did just happened?
As the two left the street and where back on a street the boy recognized, the teen started to talk. "What was that about?"
"What do you mean? The fact I protected you?" the man asked, hand in his pockets. Dick could clearly see that even Mike had relaxed a bit more after they left that creepy street. His Shoulders hung a bit lower and his pace looked not that forcedly calm anymore.
"Also," the boy hummed. "But I meant the scene between you and that man. He was bigger than you, he should have been able to handle you," the teen stated, traces of his old life as Robin making him able to predict how that fight would have most likely ended. "Plus, if those men from the alleys would have participate you would have lost any control on the fight."
The older prostitute snickered, hands digging deeper in the pockets of his jacked. "Have you even listen to me when we first met?" the man smirked, holding in a laugh. "I'm the top dog here. Those men from the alleys were the reason for him to back off. They're on my side."
"Oh," they passed the store with the mirror and Robin threw a glance at its reflection. He stopped for a moment. Seeing his black hair and brown eyes. He was lucky that his lenses hadn't start to irritate yet. He had even slept with those in.
Now looking better at himself in the mirror he recognized something he hadn't seen on himself before. It was something he saw often on the faces of the people he had to avoid as Dick Grayson. His eyes seemed empty, emotionless, though deep down, he could see tears, holding themselves back.
He glanced down his body. His used body. He shut his eyes as words from his father echoed through his mind. "You have to forget who you are, when that happens. Dick Grayson no longer exist and your only goal is to survive." The boy opened his eyes again, seeing the reflection. I'm no longer Dick. Alex is who I am now. His eyes sharped themselves.
The boy slowly felt himself slip away, becoming familiar with the way he looked, with his empty eyes. He smiled as he eyed his hair.
"Are you alright?" Mike asked. He, at first, hadn't noticed the boy had stopped walking but when he noticed he saw the boy stare at a mirror in the store at the other end of the street. When he returned to the boy's side he saw the smirk which puzzled him.
"Yes, I just realize how much I hate my black hair. I'm done with that color, I want something else," the boy spoke, snorting slightly at his reflection.
"O-okay," Mike was a still puzzled. Why did the kid suddenly dislike his hair like this?
Alex suddenly took a turn and started to walk down the street again as if nothing happened. Mike shrugged and simply followed the boy's example and walked back to his usual hang out.
-\Day twenty-nine 5:07 PM/-
Okay, I'm sure now. I've drunk too much. And now I'm paying the price. I've throw up two times already and one hell of a headache wasn't releasing my brain. Above all that; I got stuck in a situation I did everything but like.
Apparently Mike had tried to help me and brought one of his friends to have a look at me. Or more to show off to his friend. The blonde had started to beam the second he laid his eyes on me and not to forget that he was constantly watching me, even when he was talking to Mike.
"Dude, where the hell did you find a twelve year old who's willing to have sex with you!?" his eyes scanned my body up and down. "And a good looking one too."
Why the hell had I listen to Mike and took off my shirt. The man's eyes spoke of his hunger to me and I didn't feel anything for another pervert wanting more from me than a normal male ever should.
"I tell you, I must have done something good. Because I at first wanted to rape him but then he told me he was a prostitute. And on top of that he seems to be an athlete or something. He's so strong, very good looking and very tight."
I shiver run down my spine at Mike's words. I'm still convinced he did it wrong. Nobody should use a body like that. It's not normal, disgusting and above all really hurtful. Even with the lube it was not the most blissful way to get to your climax.
"How much does he cost?" the blonde with a short haircut asked as I could swear his pants got tighter.
"I paid him 500," Mike spoke as he shot a quick glance at me. "For a night, believe me, he's more than worth it."
How come it almost seemed he were selling me to that man? Shouldn't I be doing that?
"500 bugs? Dude, I can't miss that much!"
I pulled my legs up on the cold container I sat on, hugging them. I started to feel cold again and I didn't feel anything for another round of alcohol though my veins. It feels good at first but consequences are less fun.
"Sorry but if he'll become too sheep he'll lose his fine tight ass before I could have some nice shots from it. Plus, he's still a child. He can easily be taken by guys I don't trust. We don't want that to happen, now do we?"
I picked up my shirt to put it back on. As I pulled it back over my head I could smell it. I've sweat that much? I could really use a shower.
"But I cannot miss that much, man. I have a house to pay for unlike you!" the man pointed at Mikes chest.
"That was your own choice," Mike spoke irritated, narrowing his eyes a bit.
"What about a little deal?" the two heads snapped to me as if I shouldn't be speaking.
"Tell me more," the blonde leaned toward me, causing me to notice his deodorant, a strong but sweet smelling one.
"How much money do you have for me?" I asked rudely.
"Err, a small 220 bugs, top."
"You have a shower right?" I said looking away from the way too close eyes.
"Yes, I have."
"Well, I would love to have a shower," I swallowed facing the man. "I'll have sex with you for 200 if I can use your shower and if we have sex in your house," I looked away again, unable to look the man in his eyes as I sold my own body. It felt so wrong. Everything inside me told me to run away. To tell the man he was not allowed to even look at me like that. But I couldn't run away. I said I was a prostitute and if I back off now, I will lose my only place to stay. My only change to blend in. And if the man does say yes, I'll get a change to dye my hair, making me even less recognizable.
"Deal!" the man grabbed my hand as if he was afraid I would come back on my words.
"You're sure, Alex? It's less than the half of what you're worth," Mike asked stepping toward me.
"Well, you have a point about me being a kid. I rather have someone you trust that somebody who could kidnap me," I explained jumping off the container. "How about introducing yourself to me?" I turned to the blonde man.
"My name is Aaron," the man said shaking my hand.
"As you most likely noticed is my name Alex," I told, feeling the awkwardness grew between the two of us. I felt like sighing, sighing because I had to have sex with a man I could barely start a normal conversation with.
-\Day twenty-nine 6:32 PM/-
It was weird to see my hair slicked back with the blonde agent. The smell from the agent was strong and sharp in the nose.
The door slowly opened and I turned away from my reflection in the mirror to see Aaron enter the bathroom. "You're dyeing your hair? Why?" the man asked as he approached me but took back two steps as he could smell my hair.
I smirked, feeling the urge of using my signature laugh. How I loved it when people didn't understand me. I don't know if I should blame Batman for it but I always loved to be a mystery to people.
But that is not who I should be anymore. No signature laugh, no Batman to blame. No more Robin, no more Dick Grayson. "Because I'm done with my hair color. I want something new."
"What is your original hair color? The man asked curious as he leaned against the wall behind him.
"Ebony brown," I lied. "I've had it red and black and now I'm feeling something for blonde."
"I'll bet you'll look hot with blonde hair," the man said coming closer leaning into a kiss.
I Kissed back, my lips firmly against his. I broke the kiss after a few seconds. "I need to wash it out now. I'll give you more when I'm done," I spoke, gave him a wink and moved away. I could see in his eyes he wanted more right away but backed off anyway.
Seeing his eyes like that amused me. I started to feel a persona settle in me. The person called Alex started to take more form in me as Dick slowly slipped away.
Aaron left the bathroom after he took a last glance at me, licking his lips hungry.
As I heard the door was closet I let the towel around me drop to the ground. With that I dropped everything I was. From now on I'm Alex. This is my new life and I'll have to live it.
I stepped into the shower, allowed the water to soak my hair and clean my hair from the agent. The water left my black hair to be blond, bleached unnaturally. All I was, was covered up or burned away with bleach. No trace of my past life.
I closed my eyes as I felt my gut. I definitely had to get rid of those feelings…
-\Day twenty-nine 6:39/-
Wally sighed as he glanced down on his phone. They were calling him again and he can't simply answer their call without answering his parents question "Where are you!?" And tell that they have to go come to his school to have a talk to his teacher about his dropping grades. But he can't ignore their calls either. At least not much longer.
He simply had to tell. So it might be more pleasant to do it now, when they're not able to send him imminently to his room and he could hang up when they started to shout. Yeah, he could better answer the call now.
He moved his finger over the screen of his phone, unlocking the screen and pressed the big green button bringing the device to his ear. "Honey! Where are you!?" his mother's voice shouted through the phone the second she had heard a relieving click.
"I am, err, in Gotham. With a friend I mean," the boy said not completely honest.
"Why aren't you home? You've been away every night for more than two weeks now. Is there something wrong, honey. I'm worried about you."
"Sorry mom, I'm just busy with a lot lately."
"Kid Flash busy or Wally West busy?"
Wally sat down on the edge of the roof he had climbed hoping to see more of Gotham at once. "You could call it both."
"You're not doing anything dangerous, are you?"
"No, mom. Stop worrying already. I'm a hero, I can take care of myself."
"But still…"
The boy smiled. "Thanks mom, for caring so much. But I need to do this." The boy kicked his legs forward and let them fall back to the brick wall while he watched the streets underneath him.
"Oh," a less worried voice sounded in the speedsters ear. "You're eating home tonight?"
"No, I won't. But mom?"
"Yes?"
"Promise you won't be angry."
A sighed sounded over the phone. "Depends on it."
"Well, all this… this going to Gotham kinda started to be visible in my grades. My teacher want to talk about it with you and dad." The teen tried to make it sound as less important as possible.
Wally heard a soft "Sweetheart, Wally's teacher want to have a word with us about Wally's grade," from the other end of the phone and knew his mom had turned away from the phone.
"He asked for you to come this Thursday at 3:30."
"Okay, I'll see you in the tomorrow in the morning."
"Thanks, mom. See you tomorrow," the speedster said as he cut the call and slipped the phone back in his pocked.
Back to his task, finding Robin.
With that the speedster set off, running down the side of the building with his super speed, right into the dark streets from Gotham.
-\Day thirty 7:28 AM/-
I slowly woke up, feeling the heaviness of the sleep still on my lids. The bed was soft and the arm crossed over my chest was warm. I glanced with half closed eyes to my side seeing Aaron on my side with his face an inch away from mine.
My plain morning mood had completely changing into a gloomy one. Flashes of things the man had done with me shot back into my mind making me feel dirty. Could I ask him for a second shower? One to get clean from this all.
I sat up eyeing my hand. It was still sticky. I felt the urge to swing my hand through the air in hope I would get it off my hands. But I knew that wouldn't work after a night of sleep.
The tasted in my mouth was horrible. I would have never guessed I would ever wake up with the after taste of sex in my mouth, at least not before I turned 18 or something.
I looked back at the blonde seeing he was still fast asleep. He wouldn't mind it right? I mean, I gave myself to him for way less money than I'm actually worth.
My own thoughts stung. I actually started to see my own worth in money? What was going on with me!? Why was I even doing this, giving my body as if it's a product, a sex toy. Tears started to well up in my eyes as I quickly rose and took off to the bathroom.
I opened the tap and waited for it to become warm. As I found a nice temperature I stepped under it and drifted off back into my thoughts.
The warm water streamed down over me, causing my blonde locks to cover mostly of my eyes. I moved the back with my hand and saw my reflection at the wet glass surface. That reminded me again that I'm no longer Richard. No, I'm Alex now.
The water kept on streaming down and I watched myself through my bangs. I placed a hand beside my reflection.
This is what I am now. No matter how much it hurts, or how much I dislike it. I'm not going to give up more people's lives just to have a better one. I'm a prostitute now, I like seeing people lust toward me and I'm going to earn money with my body. That is the life I will live.
My fingers moved over the glass.
My time is up. I spilled my life and this is all what's left for me. I'll better start sucking it up.
The door of the bathroom opened slowly, showing a concern looking Aaron. "Good morning?" the man asked, slipping into the room, coming closer to the shower.
This is who I am now.
I opened the glass door, parting the shower from the room, mostly to keep the room dry but also a bit for privacy. I looked at the man, my body shown naked.
This is who I am.
I grabbed him and pulled him in, kissing him roughly on his lips.
"I give you more if I can take a shower here more often," I spoke between our kisses. I pulled him further into the shower, closing the door behind him.
The blonde man simply smiled and I pulled him so that my back was pressed against the glass wall. I gave him a taunted smile as I pulled him in a next kiss, feeling his hands slipped over my bare body.
This is what I'll be.
The man started to kiss my neck, my collarbone and nibbled on it too. I dragged my nails over his back as I felt his hands move down to my manhood. I muttered a curse as I felt his body pressing against mine.
This is what I will do.
He left my collarbone and looked me right into my eyes. I felt my gaze turning cold. What did it matter. I was used anyway. I am not Richard nor Robin. What does it matter?
My heart ached at my thoughts. It hurt, the painful truth hurt my heart.
The man slammed his lips onto mine, his body so hot against mine. He pressed his now soaked briefs against my length.
Everything I my body was screaming in argue to each other. My stomach flipped at the many emotions swirling in my body, barely able to contain everything going on inside me. Conscience yelling at me to not continue. But my body did anyways.
I pulled down his wet briefs showing his swollen member. "Take me," I whispered in his ear and I could feel his length throb and twitch at my words.
This is the way I'll go down… down…
-\Day Thirty 10 PM/-
Clark sat on his chair behind the big screen of the Watch Tower. Ever since Batman had disappeared from the earth, as to the Justice League, the man was placed in charge. He was the new leader, the new head of the group of sixteen heroes.
Ever though he envied Batman from the beginning for being the one to lead this team, in the end it wasn't what he wanted. He had dreamed of becoming Justice League's leader for so long. The more because to the world he was often seen as the boss. Mostly because he did the actual talking to the world. Batman just kept quiet.
But now, at this chair, watching the world turn at its slow pace, he regretted for even ever thinking about it. Now this world was his responsibility he wanted nothing more that give the crown back to its true master. But he couldn't. Probably never again.
His thoughts of misery were disturbed by an incoming call. From a payphone?
"Bruce!" the man exclaimed. Quickly answering.
Ever since Bruce's first contact, or Christopher as it was now, the man had been waiting for the next call. Bruce had told him in the beginning the plan so he knew that Bruce would only call when he had duty on the Watch Tower.
"Clark?" a voice sounded over the speaker in the room. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes I can, Bru- Christopher. How are you doing?" the man asked, nervously. He knew how risky those calls were. At that this could actually cost the man's life, if played wrong by one of them.
"Fine, I'm rebuilding my life nicely and there are no step backs from the past," Superman knew that meant he wasn't suspected by others. It was a sort of code. "Any word of-"
"No," Clark interrupted, knowing how hard it was for Bruce to even say his son's name. "Nothing."
The silence in the room was heavy. "The team has searched for him, before we could tell them to stay put. But they haven't found a trace from him. But there is a hotel…"
"Tell me more," a stern voice came over the line. The man of steel knew how much effort Bruce must have been giving to keep his voice steady.
"Well, there is a hotel who has been murdered to the bone, eight days ago. Surveillance cameras show that the henchman murdered all the people, taking no hostages. Everybody was killed, from simple guest to the head of the hotel. Even children were killed coldly," the man explained. Eyes on the earth.
"No," the other man on the phone spoke out in a breath like voice, as if his word couldn't have made more haste to come out.
"But," The man started before the man could say anything else. "The police say that there was a kid in the hotel at the moment they arrived who was still alive. They can't tell for sure if he was there when it happened or arrived after that, since he's the only one who, if he was there at the moment, who survived. He's a thirteen year old boy and was the first to report the crime by calling an ambulance for his dying father. I don't know if that was a cover but the teen stated his name to be Alex. I can look up the call if you want that."
He heard a short silence before the answer came. "If you could," the man said, voice heavy. "But only if it doesn't take too long."
"Don't worry, I'll have it up right away," the Kryptonian started to type on the computer, going down the secret files he had made. He and Bruce were searching for Robin. But the Justice League was kept in the dark about this. They didn't want to bring up any false hope while doing so.
"Here it is," the man stated as he started to sound fragment.
"Please come to Sphinx hotel! There is a man dying here. Scrap that. The whole hotel is dying! Some men had come in and started to kill everybody claiming they were looking for someone." A young voice spoke. Bruce recognized it right away and his eyes grew at the sound of his panicking son.
A soft "Stay clear." Sounded on the back.
"Is there someone with you, boy?" A lady's voice asked.
"No, I'm alone," Dick's voice gave away the tears he held in, Batman could hear that loud and clear. "Please hurry, my dad is dying." That made Bruce's heart jump.
"His dad?" the man asked over the phone right before the woman started to talk again.
"There are already ambulances on their way to you. Please stay calm. Everything is going to be okay with your dad."
"No he won't! I lost his heart beat and that stupid AED thing isn't succeeding in getting the beat back! He has been shot right under his heart and the bullet needs to be removed right away!" Bruce closed his eyes at the sound of his son's voice shouting in despair. Did Dick think he was dead? Has he confused someone's body with his?
"What is your name?" the woman asked in a surprised voice.
"Ah- Alex," That made it clear for the man at the payphone. Dick has called himself Alex. It was a lie what the boy said so there was no doubt left that this kid for some reason would sound much like Dick. This was Dick!
"Good, Alex. How do you know all this? Did daddy told you this?"
"I'm not stupid!"
"How old are you," the woman asked.
"I'm thirteen. But I know a lot about basic wounds. He need professional help right away!"
The sound track stopped. "That's all we have," Clark spoke, voice dead serious.
"Are there surveillance cameras able to track him down. At least in which district of Gotham he might be?" the man asked, his emotion high in his throat. His son sounded so hurt. He had to find him!
"No, most of them were shot by the henchman, so there is no way telling where Dick went," the man of steel spoke slowly. Feeling his sorrow swell up in his throat as well.
Clark heard a heard bang from the other side of the line. He knew Bruce just hit something.
"God damn it! So close! And I'm still here, stuck with no information on where my son is or his health."
"Christopher!" The Kryptonian's shout silenced the ranting Bat. "Keep it together! You haven't made me call you that only to blow your cover by yourself. We will find Robin and bring him back. It's a tough boy and he'll be save. I'll make sure of that. So for now, just keep yourself save so Robin has someone to return to."
"Y-you're" Bruce's voice started low and fragile. That was new for Clark. "You're aware of the fact Robin doesn't know we're trying to find him. Nor the fact we're braking the made rules as planned. He only knows that after fifteen days, he should have made contact to confirm to us that he's save and has blend in. and after that deadline we would give up him and that he has to give up on us."
"Why did you tell him that?" Clark's hands leaned on the keyboard as he rose.
"Because if he knows we gave up, he'll do everything to blend in, find a life and live it safely. He would not be tempted to search for me, risking his life while doing so. If you find him, he'll refuse to come with you, with everything he got. He mostly has taken on a whole different personality. Be prepared for that," the man spoke serious, without a trace of emotion.
"Okay Bruce, I will," The man said before the line went dead. He knew Bruce had hung up and he knew it was to hide his feelings. The man was truly broken down by this.
The superhero sighed. Falling down into the chair he had sat in a few moments ago. This would be a long night.
I finally gave you guys some Bruce! I had planned him to stay out of things a few chapter longer, but I felt mean for keeping you guys in the dark about Bruce's wellbeing.
I hope I made clear how and why Dick is doing this all. Also, I put some hits in it about what is going on inside Dick. You might have picked it up but if you didn't don't sweat; you'll find out later.
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