AN: Forgive me for the shortness. *Am incredibly sleepy at the moment. * Plus this is all That came out. I don't think it's even that good, but meh. At least Muse is reviving I suppose that's good?


"What are you doing here?" Bruce frowns after he said his thanks to Fox for bringing him in. Still it was a surprise as he never comes out on his own like this It could have something to do with his strange behavior before...

"I thought it would be appropriate to visit you at your place of work." Kaldur tries to think of a way of how to get out of explaining it. "I was curious and it was suggested that I could simply visit this place to know for certain."

Bruce leans back in his chair for a moment before telling his secretary to hold all his calls for the next hour or so. He wanted to get to the bottom of this. There were too many strange things happening at once and the pets- plus their young owners have been looking at things that previously didn't interest them. Not just the little group that gather at the Manor- but others. Stewart had replied to his message- finally- about his pets' strange and secretive natures. Especially since it seemed one of them kept contacting Jon's niece and her pet, frequently.

That was just those few he's been able to find. He's certain there are more. He simply hasn't found them yet.

But it all lead back to the night of the Pet Party and his own-well soon to be former- pet, Kaldur, who was currently and carefully not looking at him directly when he spoke.

After a moment, Bruce gestures him over, " I see. What about Wayne Enterprise interest you?"

"Pardon?"

Raising a dark brow, he stood in front of him before reaching out and tilting his chin upward slightly, "You have some reason for being here other than curiosity sake. You and Dick have some interesting hobbies with the pets and Megan. I've heard you've acquired a few more friends?"

Kaldur tries to keep his expression neutral, but being on land for so long has undone quite a few of his old habits, even though he hid enough of his surprise from him. Still, he knew he failed at it when the corners of Bruce's lips turn ever so slightly upward.

"Did you honestly think you could hide such a thing from me?" His lips drifted closer, "Really, it's a wonder no one else has caught on to you."

"I-"

"Why are you really interested in those files? What has you and the others searching through some old records? " The way Bruce said it sounded extremely seducetive to Kaldur's ears. "If you tell me, perhaps I can help you."

He should tell him, why shouldn't he? After all Bruce... Bruce could help and not to mention-

But he did promise not to tell until they had enough evidence to prove something strange was going on. With that in mind, Kaldur only closes the distance between them and kisses him hard, slipping his webbed hand behind the man's neck. He presses his body closer, hopefully to distract Bruce from this line of question.

Bruce was torn between letting this go or continuing what he wanted to know. Whatever it is, it's making his atlantean keep his lips sealed for a reason. What was it that made him so desperate to keep it to himself?

Keeping his questions to himself for the moment, Bruce doesn't resist the needy movements of the younger man, pushing him down onto his desk, tearing away at the neatly fastened pants that frees the harden cock that had strained against it.

Kaldur moans softly, before remembering that they could hear him and biting his lower lip to stifle the sounds.

However, Bruce seemed to have a different idea as he hears the drawer slide open, but Kaldur kept his eyes firmly on the man's face leaning up to kiss him again.

"Tell me." Bruce mutters his hand stroking him and squeezing just a bit, "What are you looking for?"

Shuddering, Kaldur clings to him, gripping his shoulders as a whimpering sound slips out between his plump lips. "What..?" He really couldn't think straight now as pleasure began to fill his mind. He missed this a bit, Bruce's touch like this.

A soft gasp as he felt the teeth rake against his throat, so close to his gills that his body presses harder against Bruce's.

"Tell me." Gods, the man's voice went an octave lower. It should be against the law of nature for such a tone as Kaldur tries hard to control himself just a bit to stop himself from telling him everything.

His eyes widen just a bit feeling something slick press hard against his hole. "I...can't."

"Can't or won't?" There's something incredibly alluring about this. Especially with the way he was looking, but Bruce intends- whether he gets the truth or not out of him- to take full advantage of this thrusting inside of him without any more delay. He had to hold himself back from pounding away at him like he wanted to do. Just hold it back a bit longer.

"P-Promised." Kaldur couldn't keep the sounds from escaping as Bruce thrusts hard inside of him again.

"Who?" His control was tedious at best at the moment that his eyes closed and he tried to ignore the heels digging into his thighs at the moment. "Promised who?"

Trying to steady his very disorganized mind, Kaldur only looks at him for a moment, then leans only to lick his lips and kisses him deeply, holding it as one of his webbed hands slide up from where it had been to his hair messing up the slicked back look.

Bruce lost whatever hold he had at the moment because it was far too tempting to simply just take him.

Kaldur, both relieved and nervous, lets him and forgets that he was supposed to be quiet in the first place.


"It's working."

"Of course it is. Did you have any doubt?"

"Hmph, what will we do about Manta then?"

"As if that deserves an answer."


King Orin wrinkles his nose as he had been made to wear these strange..land-dweller clothes that were suppose to fit him well. It was highly annoying to the king of Atlantis, however, it would do for now. With only two guards, plus that Lorena girl and Garth accompanying him, he felt it would be best this way. Even though his dear wife wished to come with him- he and his brother thought it was best that she and Tula stayed behind to mind the kingdom.

Privately, Orin had confided in his wife that he trusted her above all others to safeguard the throne-especially from their relatives and that he trusted her judgement until he could bring their adoptive son home.

Still, he disliked this world. It was far too dry and too warm for his tastes. The air felt toxic to him, but Lorena- dressed in some other version of land-dweller clothing that she had assured him was appropriate- told him that they would be fine.

"Even though I must warn you, your highness." The olive-skinned girl glances back at him, "Not everyone will respect your position. We are, per your request, undercover. We must all be more familiar with each other in their eyes. Otherwise they will suspect something amiss."

"Is that so?" Orin frowns but nods, "And what say you?"

"For one, "Lorena began glancing at them, "We must introduce ourselves from another small country. It would explain your lack of ...finesse with the common language. And for another, your guards well.." She tilts her head for a moment, "I am certain we can simply call them bodyguards. However Garth may have to be introduced either as your ward or your pet. I, myself, am an independent. I am no one's pet as registered with their agencies."

"Garth-"

The black haired boy shook his head, "My king, it is fine if you wish for me to be a pet of yours, as per custom here. Perhaps it would allow me more freedom than a simple ward."

"If that is what you wish, Lord Garth, " Lorena nods, "then you must be doubly careful about how you act and who you question." She turns looking around a bit before trying to hail a taxivan, "It is not unheard of for pets to be stolen."

"Understood." Garth said.

Orin frowns watching the vehicle park on the side, "How will this help us find Kaldur'ahm?"

Lorena only pauses to tell the driver the directions before looking at her king and gesturing for them to enter as she switches back in her language. "To know a place or to find people within, you must tour it discreetly. We will find Prince Kaldur'ahm, your majesty." She slips in and showed them how to buckle up if need be then had to explain to them why such things are necessary.

"Where the heck are you guys from?" The taxi driver asks thoroughly puzzled, "Sounds like..latin or something."

"It is." Lorena told him giving him an innocent smile, "My boss here is from Greece. A very old money kind of place. He's here on business, as you can tell."

"Right..." The driver decided he didn't want to know any more than that as he pulls off into traffic.

Garth looks out the window, half marveling at the surface world's buildings and the sky itself. Wherever Kaldur'ahm is, he could only pray to Poseidon that his good friend is safe.