This story is rated M.

This story takes place in it's own reality as characters may be slightly older then they should be.

All characters (unless stated in author's notes at the end of the final chapter) are the property of DC comics.

Chapter 12:

Clark walked along the river and looked out to the small boats that bobbed on the black water. The interview with Tim Drake, as far as Perry would care, had gone well but for Clark, his theory about Tim Drake being Robin, was still just a theory. No matter how well he worded his questions, Tim seemed to have a well structured answer. Oddly enough, all most too well structured.

"It was like he was reading from a script." Clark said to himself as he walked up to a coffee cart. "One large espresso, full fat, full caff, no sugar, chocolate sprinkles."

A few seconds later Clark took the cardboard cup from the smiling vendor and took his change. Walking into the park that ran along the river, Clark mused over his options.

"I can just tell him I know who he is." He sipped his coffee and glanced around to see if anyone else was in the park. The grass area was empty around him so he found a bench and sat down. "I could follow him, maybe find Batman."

Clark turned the silver coin over in his hand as he looked up at the stars. The night sky was clear and he could see the bright pin points of light that scattered the black sheet above the city. Seeing the stars made him feel lonely, he knew that somewhere out there was the remains of Krypton, once a great planet but now just dust. "I never thought I'd want to go home."

Clark turned the coin over and glanced around at the city. He could see the tall towers growing from the streets. He could see the graveyard on the hill and in the dim light he thought he saw the gravestones moving. 'There is movement up there' He realised, people were milling around the tombs. They were slow and clumsy, loping from one gravestone to another. Rationality told Clark it was just mourners but something inside was trying to tell him different. "Why would there be mourners in the graveyard at nine at night?"

Standing up, Clark drained the remaining coffee from the cardboard cup and started walking toward the park exit and the road to the graveyard.


Tim held held Felicity's soft hand. The night air was warm and the city seemed to team with life around them. He glanced over at her and her red dress looked like it was made of rubies. The shapely cut glittered as they walked under the street lights. Her pale skin looked deathly white in the lights and her long hair seemed to snake in the breeze.

"I've had a lovely night." She said.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself." Tim said. "What do you want to do now?"

"Why don't we go back to my place?" She suggested as they turned the corner and walked up the few steps to her building. The key was in the lock and as she turned it she smiled.

Tim followed her up the dim stairs to her room on the third floor. Her dress clinging to her round buttocks as she gracefully walked up the stairs. He could feel his pulse quicken and his trousers were rubbing against his crotch. He would be glad to get her into bed, to lay with her and hold her to him.

The room wasn't very large and only a curtain sectioned off the little seating area from her bed. Tim glanced around at the purple seating that was arranged in front of a medium sized television and small fireplace.

He heard her dress dropping onto the floor and as he turned to look at her slim body, she took his hand and started lead him past the curtain to her bed. Tim felt his trousers fall down his legs and his shirt slid off his back. Her soft lips brushed his nipple and he moaned as her hand ran up between his legs. He cupped her breasts and felt her breath hit his chest as he gently squeezed.

Tim laid down on the bed and felt his heart thud as Felicity's mouth slid up and down his shaft. The warm tingling started filling his body, her nails were stroking his stomach making his muscles twitch and then she slid up his body and raised his arms.

He didn't stop her from tying the silk ribbons around his wrists and then to the wrought iron headboard. Tim groaned as her tongue ran down his chest, her teeth teasing his nipples and then her lips kissed his stomach and ran slowly down through his patch of triangular hair.

Tim moaned as her tongue ran down his throbbing shaft. Her lips kissed his thighs and he let her open his legs as she ran her nails down them. The ribbons slid around his ankles and he watched as she tied them to the foot board. Her body was glistening with sweat and he could see her breasts as she leaned over and rubbed her nipples on his legs. Closing his eyes he let his head drop back onto the pillow when she slid his shaft into her mouth. He could feel his body twitching and her nails sent sparks through his groin as she ran them over his testicles.

Tim winced when he felt Felicity's teeth. His body was tensed up and the pain sent shivers through his muscles. His breathing was laboured and his body ached for satisfaction. He felt her teeth again, this time harder.

"Hey." He breathed. "That hurt."

He could feel her mouth running up and down his erection. His stomach was solid as the heat spreading through his body began to work it's way up his shaft. Her nails were digging into his testicles, her teeth into his groin. Tim groaned loudly as his muscles went into spasm and he felt his shaft throbbing.

Tim felt the teeth against his shaft again and the warm liquid spill onto his stomach. Opening his eyes he looked down at the naked body of Felicity. Her hair was green and as she looked up he could see her lips smeared red with blood. She laughed and he could see something pink in her mouth.

Tim looked at the blood covering his stomach, his muscles still contracting with the pleasure of the orgasm. The blood was pouring from the torn stump that had once been his penis. Felicity rolled off him, her laugh was shrill and sounded wrong coming from her.

Tim screamed as she threw the sheet over him...

Tim fell out of bed, his arms and legs tangled in the sheet. The sweat covered his body and he had to fight to pull himself free of the white cotton sheet that was wrapped like a cocoon around him. Kicking the cover away from him, Tim stood up and glanced around. He was in his room at Wayne Manor. The long mirror on the wardrobe door showed his reflection. His muscular body glistened with sweat in the moonlight coming through the open curtains. His short black hair was sticking up at an odd angle from his head and he reached down. Tim gently took hold of his penis and sighed when he found it was still attached and the correct length.

Walking toward the window he opened the large doors onto the balcony. The cool air drifted around his body and he could feel his skin crawling with the visions of Felicity and her green Joker hair. Tim's legs felt weak and he had to hold onto the rail to steady himself.

"Damn that was frightening." He had had nightmares before but this one seemed so real. He as sure he could still feel the warm blood on his stomach. Shivering as the wind sent an icy chill up his legs.

Glancing around, he looked across the city. Somewhere out there, Felicity was laid sleeping. Her soft hair spread out on a pillow and her warm lips sighing as she dreamed of better things. "Maybe me."

Tim looked along the shore and over to the graveyard. The moonlight was casting the entire area in a slickly white hue. Long shadows dragged along the ground from the gravestones and trees on the hillside. Then he saw the movement. A shadow moving slowly from the top of the hill was making it's way towards the gates. The shadow was large, a big black bulk that oozed through the gravestones and large stone angels. Tim couldn't make out any detail but this shadow wasn't just one thing, and then, as the bulk moved into the moonlight Tim saw them.

"Sweet Jesus." Tim watched as the people moved slowly toward the gates at the bottom of the hill. They were moving slowly but in a uniform manner and then, as he strained to see, he could make out other figures standing up to join them. 'But standing up from where?' He wondered. 'Who the heck would be laid down in a graveyard?' And then it struck him. "The dead are rising!"