A/N: Ok, I'm not really sure why I'm writing this except that I'm really
bored.and Batman's a sexy beast but, you know. Uh, for those who clicked
on this and happen to be stupid, this is not for the kiddies, and is a
slash fic - that means M/M yummyness. However if this is not your cup of
tea, don't read it just to flame me, cuz that's just not cool. Well, uh,
don't forget to send you questions, suggestions, comments, or death threats
(my grammar is horrible)! I'm always interested in what the readers have
to say (if there are any, Haha) Ok, on with the fic..
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Chapter 1 - Changes
I stood at the edge of the roof on the GCPD headquarters building. The city was still bustling at 2 a.m. and I was simply enjoying the night, or morning I suppose, before I went back to my empty house, so I could get some sleep and start another day of defending a hopeless city. Gotham City. A sigh escaped me and I instinctively pushed my hands deeper into my coat pockets. As much as I love this place, no matter how many battles I win as part of the police force, the war will go on and on, even after I'm gone. It's very depressing, and I often wonder if I'm really doing any good for this city in the long run. But then, every time I start to think like that, I only need to think of him. The only other man that really understands my fool's errand is the Batman. He knows what it is to dedicate your life to something that is, in the end, never truly going to get better. I was about to sigh again when suddenly I heard the bustling of a cape behind me. Speak of the devil..
"Evening," I said over the wind. I could almost hear him smirk.
"Jim," he acknowledged.
It was rare that he didn't startle me. I swear one day he'll give me a heart attack. God, I'm getting old..I wonder how old he is. I'll probably never know. I've never really had a conversation with him. To do so would probably involve nailing the man's feet to the ground. Heh, knowing him, he'd leave before I got the hammer out. Just then he walked up next to me, and so I turned to face him. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to initiate a "convesation".
"How did you know I'd be here?" I asked.
"I didn't," he responded simply.
Well, that went splendidly. What did I expect? Though, something seemed to be different about him that night. Unfortunately, I was never that great at reading emotions, so I couldn't quite put my finger on it. When he didn't say anything else (not that I expected him to) I turned back to the ledge. We had been standing there for almost a minute when I heard him sigh and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him staring at me. Yes, I decided, there was definitely something going on that night. And, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said he was out on the roof of GCPD headquarters looking for someone to talk to. But of course my better judgment went against that. Still, it was worth a try.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned. I was a little more than surprised when he said something back instead of just giving me a "Butt out, Jim," look.
"I.don't worry about it Jim," he said. It was unusual to hear such an uncontrolled tone in his voice. Like that night, he was human. Just some man in a bat-suit, and as I stared back out over the city, I actually felt a bit afraid for him, swinging from building to building. Only a man.
Then he made a move to jump off the ledge and swoop off into the night like he always does. But for some reason, just that night, just once, I put out my hand to stop him, resting it gently on his well-muscled shoulder. I gulped, and figured if not now, when? You only live once, and this was my friend. I should try to help him. So I cleared my throat and squeezed his shoulder a bit, though it was more of a nervous tick than a comforting gesture.
"You didn't come here, unsure of me being here or not, for no reason. It's not like you," I prodded, "there's something wrong."
I held my breath for a moment, and when he didn't move, I felt emboldened. I pulled slightly with the hand on him, turning him around to face me. I was ready to try again, but before I had a chance to continue, I felt him wrap his powerful armor-clad arms around me, crushing me into his hard chest - my nose pressed against the bat-symbol. I could hear his heart beating and for the life of me I was so confused I couldn't have told you what my name was then. It was then I knew this was going to be a LONG night.
Ok, really - how was that for a first chapter?? You'll know what Bats is acting so weird in Chapter 2, but I'd appreciate any input you have!! Thanks for reading, and I promise the next chap will be up soon.
Chapter 1 - Changes
I stood at the edge of the roof on the GCPD headquarters building. The city was still bustling at 2 a.m. and I was simply enjoying the night, or morning I suppose, before I went back to my empty house, so I could get some sleep and start another day of defending a hopeless city. Gotham City. A sigh escaped me and I instinctively pushed my hands deeper into my coat pockets. As much as I love this place, no matter how many battles I win as part of the police force, the war will go on and on, even after I'm gone. It's very depressing, and I often wonder if I'm really doing any good for this city in the long run. But then, every time I start to think like that, I only need to think of him. The only other man that really understands my fool's errand is the Batman. He knows what it is to dedicate your life to something that is, in the end, never truly going to get better. I was about to sigh again when suddenly I heard the bustling of a cape behind me. Speak of the devil..
"Evening," I said over the wind. I could almost hear him smirk.
"Jim," he acknowledged.
It was rare that he didn't startle me. I swear one day he'll give me a heart attack. God, I'm getting old..I wonder how old he is. I'll probably never know. I've never really had a conversation with him. To do so would probably involve nailing the man's feet to the ground. Heh, knowing him, he'd leave before I got the hammer out. Just then he walked up next to me, and so I turned to face him. Curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to initiate a "convesation".
"How did you know I'd be here?" I asked.
"I didn't," he responded simply.
Well, that went splendidly. What did I expect? Though, something seemed to be different about him that night. Unfortunately, I was never that great at reading emotions, so I couldn't quite put my finger on it. When he didn't say anything else (not that I expected him to) I turned back to the ledge. We had been standing there for almost a minute when I heard him sigh and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed him staring at me. Yes, I decided, there was definitely something going on that night. And, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said he was out on the roof of GCPD headquarters looking for someone to talk to. But of course my better judgment went against that. Still, it was worth a try.
"What is it?" I asked, concerned. I was a little more than surprised when he said something back instead of just giving me a "Butt out, Jim," look.
"I.don't worry about it Jim," he said. It was unusual to hear such an uncontrolled tone in his voice. Like that night, he was human. Just some man in a bat-suit, and as I stared back out over the city, I actually felt a bit afraid for him, swinging from building to building. Only a man.
Then he made a move to jump off the ledge and swoop off into the night like he always does. But for some reason, just that night, just once, I put out my hand to stop him, resting it gently on his well-muscled shoulder. I gulped, and figured if not now, when? You only live once, and this was my friend. I should try to help him. So I cleared my throat and squeezed his shoulder a bit, though it was more of a nervous tick than a comforting gesture.
"You didn't come here, unsure of me being here or not, for no reason. It's not like you," I prodded, "there's something wrong."
I held my breath for a moment, and when he didn't move, I felt emboldened. I pulled slightly with the hand on him, turning him around to face me. I was ready to try again, but before I had a chance to continue, I felt him wrap his powerful armor-clad arms around me, crushing me into his hard chest - my nose pressed against the bat-symbol. I could hear his heart beating and for the life of me I was so confused I couldn't have told you what my name was then. It was then I knew this was going to be a LONG night.
Ok, really - how was that for a first chapter?? You'll know what Bats is acting so weird in Chapter 2, but I'd appreciate any input you have!! Thanks for reading, and I promise the next chap will be up soon.