Under the moon, the residents of Gotham begin to prepare themselves for a night of much-deserved rest. As for others, they find this as the perfect opportunity to strike out for the attack. For another, it was time to hunt down the hunters.
Outside the skirts of the city Stood proudly Wayne Fashion, lighting under the rays of the moon.
Sleeping away in the master bedroom of the mansion was Bruce Wayne. After a hard-working day at the office, it was time for a much-deserved rest to prepare what was to come in the night.
Sighing deeply Bruce tucks himself deeper into the mattress to carry on just a few more moments of sleep.
That is until he feels a poke on his forehead.
"Dad."
He hardly stirs and another poke is delivered.
"Psst! Hey dad!"
The next thing he knows his eyelid is forcefully being opened. "Hello? Anyone alive in there?" Perched on top of his bedpost is someone who most people in Gotham would be terrified to see and assume the most horrible thing. The clown prince of crime escaping out of Arkham and breaking into homes to be dragged and included in his terrifying plans to lure the Knight that protects the city.
However, the someone playfully awakening the billionaire from his slumber is anyone but the clown criminal but with very similar characteristics. Smiling wide down at him is a young teen male roughly the age of 15, snow-white skin coating him from head to toe. Short dark-green hair combed neatly to the side allowing a bang or two to fall freely to the front. Lips the natural color of scarlet red were hidden under the coating of violet lipstick. The most striking feature the boy possed were his eyes, no one in the entire planet could compare to him. On the left, an installing green shade was held while the right one was a calming shade of ocean blue. Around each eye black eyeliner and eyeshadow were perfectly done, bringing out the colors even more.
Grumbling a little, Bruce lightly pushes away the hand and pulling the sheet over his head, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Above him, the boy shrugs with a lazy smile. "That's cool. I got this." He hops down next to the bed straightening his jacket neatly before turning to leave the room. "You lay here in bed nice and comfy while I do the hunting tonight, and you know, take the Batmobile out for a spin while I do."
Fast as lighting and hand shoots from under the sheets and grabbing the teens thin wrist halting him from leaving. "Don't even think about it."
The boy was already in uniform. A tight black formal leather biker jacket with green stripes that ran down the sleeves and across his middle and spray pained with streaks of pink here and there that fitted perfectly to his lean yet muscular frame. The collar of the jacket opens exposing A purple dress shirt, gray vest, and light green tie. Tight black skinny jeans with purple stripes spirling his left leg while green ones spiraled on the right. Attached to his hips a dark pink utility belt hung loosely along with a long metal chain wrapped around. High knee leather boots with buckles attached to his feet while deep pale hands were covered by purple leather gloves.
"Aww what!? Come on, let me drive tonight for once," Placing his hands together he widens his heterochromia eyes to intimate a pouting puppy. "Pleaaaaaaase?" usually, this trick worked 85% of the time. However not this time.
"Not happening. Not after what happened last time." He says raising a brow at the green-haired boy into remembering the incident.
Throwing his arms up he exclaims. "You're still holding a grudge on that? That was years ago! Total history."
"It was 4 years."
Huffing an annoyed puff he takes a seat on the side of the bed, crossing his legs and folding his arms. "Like I said, history. Besides I didn't total it that bad." He pauses then rubs his chin in thought "I think."
"You completely destroyed the entire front of the vehicle, not to mention you somehow manage to lose the front tires."
"I was trying to get some extra practice! Im almost 16, pretty soon your gonna have to hand over the keys to that baby." Suddenly he springs back up. "Or on second thought I could just go for a slick new bike." Rubbing his chin again a smirk showing as he thinks of the possibility of getting a bike instead, much faster and dangerous. Oh yes did he sure love some adrenaline rush
However, his dreams were crushed in an instant. "Do it and you won't see caffeine in these walls until you turn eighteen." Sometimes he seriously thought the billionaire had the power to read minds.
He was suddenly inches from the older man's face, glaring hard. "You wouldn't." He hissed.
Bruce stood firm, simply narrowing his eyes. "Try me." He challenged.
There they were, having an intense staring contest in the master bedroom, neither not willing to back down.
But after living with the guy for basically his whole life he knew Bruce hold onto his word. In the end, he sighed in defeat. He loved the adrenaline rush, but not as much as his love for coffee "You can be so evil sometimes, you know that?"
Satisfied for his small victory it was time to get going. "Cave." He pointed out the door. "Now." Cutting the boy off when he opened his mouth to protest.
Groaning with his head down he heads to the door. Sticking his head back in and pointing at the other man with a challenging grin. "You win this round, old man. Trust me Im gonna get my hands on that beauty before you can say 'I wanna bang, Superman!" He imitates in his best Batman voice.
He shrieks and runs away when the billionaire heaves up from the bed intended to chase him down after saying that nonsense, "Im going! Im going! But you know you do!" He calls back teasingly as he runs down the hall to another bedroom. "Up and att'em D! If you're not ready in the next 10 seconds I can't promise I won't be coming in there with ice water!"
Bruce shakes his head, but a small, and rare, smile appears at his eldest son's antic behavior. After all these years his childish personality never seemed to cease. Neither has his desire to bring justice and helping others. This is what separated him from his father the most.
Sitting on the side of his bed he takes a moment to reflect. He could hardly believe that it has almost 16 years since he began to raise the child of the Gothams most feared homicidal maniac. Well in reality 13 years if you don't count the three years he went missing after being abducted by his own father for the first and final time. It certainly caught him completely by surprise when he first heard of the child's existence.
The sound of water splashing followed by an angry yell by his youngest brought him back to the present.
"Jessie!" Dick yelled out as his brother's hysterical laugh echoed through the halls. The sound sent a chill through Bruce's spine, his appearance wasn't the only thing he inherited. He also possessed his infamous laughter. An exact splitting image save for a heart of gold.
"This is no time to chill, D! The hunt is afoot!"
The Gotham luxury hotel. The crown jewel of the city for the rich and powerful to decompress after days of long stressful work.
It's here, residing at the most luxurious suite in the building, where we find a young man currently occupying the massive bathtub with an insane amount of bubbles. After the last few days of constant stalking, hacking, and surveying he deserved to treat himself, even though he is not the one paying for this expensive getaway.
Humming a high tune, the man gently glides the pink luffa up his ankle and thighs as he tries to ease the slight sting throbbing after wearing those long heels for the first time. Normally, he didn't go those types but hey, beauty is pain and he had to make the best bait. But it was worth it after the big catch he just made. He glides the luffa to clean the other parts of his body, the water washing away the slightly tan skin body makeup revealing abnormal white skin that resembled freshly fallen snow.
After playfully popping a few floating bubbles he decides its enough before he starts to turn into a human grape. Stepping out of the tub dripping wet he quickly pats down his slight muscular lean figure then wrapping himself in one of the hotel's fluffy robes. After securing the strings a knock is heard followed by the shout 'Room Service!' which causes the man to smile widely. "Perfect timing." He says existing the bath, his hair can wait a few minutes.
Before opening the door he snatches the wallet, which was not even his, to begin with, pulling out a few wads of hundreds that should be enough to make whoever was on the other side keep quiet.
Swinging the door open revealing a male hotel staff maybe a few years older than him with a cart of the delicious spoils he ordered. "Good evening sir, I have an order of chocolate-covered strawberries, a small strawberry shortcake, a plate of cannoli, and one of the best sweeten champagne we have to offer. Will there be anything else...?" Looking up from listing the items his voice catches in his throat at the sight of the customer in front of him. One look at his skin and hair brings fear to his eyes. Before he can make a peep however a finger is placed on his lips.
"Sh, sh, sh. None of that now, sweet thing. We wouldn't want to disturb the other guest now, would we?" He raises a teasing brow questioningly as the terrified employee frantically shakes his head. "Great! Now since you have been nothing but so polite I think a little reward is in order." He holds out his hand and the staff's eyes blow wide as he spots $800 between the fingers. Judging by his reaction the poor guy must have trouble making more than $10. "Now I Believe this generous tip would be enough to keep that mouth shut and forget I was here, hmm? I mean, I think that's a swell deal! What do you think?"
The staff gulps and stutters out. "Y-yes, sir."
A pale hand pats his trembling cheek. "Good boy, that will be all Thank you!." He says with a too enthusiastic grin and tucking the money on the breast pocket of the other man's uniform.
The man gives a shaky nod before hurrying away speedwalking until the other man's voice stops him cold. "Oh, and sweetie." He hesitantly turns around to the other leaning on the door frame with arms crossed but with a calm smile. "If you go back on our little deal. There isn't a place in this world where you can hide that I won't find you. And when I do, you're going to regret taking your legs and arms for granted." Even with the calm look, his voice sent chills up the other man's spine making him all but bolt the hell out of there.
The other giggles hysterically. "I love it when they run." He says then brings his goodies inside. He picks up one of the chocolate-coated strawberries and takes a bite of its sweet deliciousness, humming softly at the flavor. He's always had a sweet tooth and this hits the spot.
Suddenly remembering his hair needed to be attended to he makes his way back to the bathroom leaving the door open by a crack. Taking a towel he roughly dries his hair before he can blow dryer and style it to perfection. He drops the towel and the mirror reveals the reflection of forest-green hair looking back at him. Cut short from the back but long beautiful streaks at the top with neatly styled bangs swept to the side. Pink highlights in the tips of the bangs. Taking a comb and blowdryer he works his magic resulting in a soft texture when fingers run through it.
Grabbing his makeup bag on the counter he begins his face. Applying mascara to his naturally long eyelashes along with black eye shadow and eyeliner made his electrifying green-eyes pop out more. The final touch was the deep violet shade lipstick he adored, he didn't like red lipstick for a reason.
Unbeknownst to him, a lone figure who was hidden in the shadows just outside on the patio of the suite waited until he had retreated back to the bathroom had stealthy made its way inside. The light of the room revealing the symbol of a bluebird on his chest overall the black uniform.
Nightwings' attention stayed in the bathroom where he could hear the other man humming as he busies himself. With soft feet, he heads towards the king-size bed inspecting all the items layed at the end or at the foot on the bed. His eyes travel to the splayed black dress and Burnett wig to the heels on the floor mentally wincing at the thought of the other man wearing such torture devices, how does he do it? Finally, his eyes land on what he was looking for, a bright pink duffle bag. Looking back to the bathroom to make sure the other was still distracted he picks up the bag and places it on the bed, skimming through it so far he doesn't find what he found last time except for a pack of cigarettes, a few man-made weapons, smoke bombs, cards, and the mans most prized laptop that he had built himself. So highly secured that not even Nightwing himself can get into it.
Suddenly arms snake their way around the hero, wrapping around his midsection pressing his back to the other's chest in a tight embrace as a hum is heard next to his ear.
"Mmm. What do we have here?" The greenhead purrs leaning his chin on Nightwing's shoulder. "A smoking ManCandy complimentary of the hotel? Had I known I would have given that guy a higher tip to show my gratitude."
The dark-haired hero sighs annoyingly. "Jessie,"
"Ooh, say my name again. I want you to wear it out."
This is a preview of something new I am trying and is completely different from my previous one.
Just an FYI this does not take place in AJATL universe. This is a whole different story all in its own.
I think the main question is who should he be paired up in this one.