Make Me Feel
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Chapter 15
Zachary lay in the darkness staring up at the ceiling of his room after Otto left. The throbbing in his skull was slowly returning and he was tired but much to wound up to sleep.
He had just kissed a man and enjoyed it.
He felt sick but good at the same time. There was a strange fluttering feeling curling around in the pit of his belly but it was neither bad nor unwanted. It was hard to describe because he couldn't ever remember having this feeling. Something about the flutter felt warm, it made him feel good, almost.
He sighed deeply and put his arms behind his pillow.
He had done it and he had been right. He had kissed an older man, enjoyed it, and therefor was a gay guy.
Thought's of his old friends floated up through his memories and presented themselves to him.
He saw himself and Don and Wyatt hanging out in front of their High School. Wyatt was imitating your classic stereotype gay guy. Talking with a lisp and moving his hands and saying "Girlfriend!"
Don was laughing his ass off and saying, "Damn queers!"
And he himself had just stood there leaning up against the railing nodding his head and smiling while in his head cussing at them for their immaturity.
He could only imagine what the must be saying about him by this point if they knew. He had to fight off a grimace of what they might do if they found out he was this close (see my fingers a centimeter apart?) to being a middle aged super villains bitch.
A picture of his mother appeared.
Teresa Casada-Wayne was a beautiful woman. She was tall for the average woman, about 5'9". And had somehow even after bearing two children stayed well sculpted and slender. She had beautiful high cheekbones and a delicate chin and nose. Her eyes were a warm sea-foam green that would contrast with Bruce Wayne's frosty blue. She had perfect chestnut brown hair that was long, down to her waist and naturally had a glossy sheen.
He could remember the smell of her perfume; it had always smelt like a cross between roses and super sweet cherries. It had been from her own perfume line.
He could see sweet and giddy Emily. Who was almost a clone of their mother only she had their father's coloring. She was 14 and it was always obvious. He remembered seeing her walk around the halls of their mansion with a expensive cellphone up to her ear talking a mile a minute about some boy or a new pair of flares by her favorite designer. She attended an all girls school and he remembered seeing her prance around in her school uniform and twirling around so her almost above the knees navy blue skirt would resemble a tulip that had been twirled around upside down.
She had annoyed him at times with her silly girlish ways but he had loved her.
He wondered if they knew about his partnership with Doctor Octavius. He was sure that the people searching for him had most likely told them by now. They probably thought that her had been brainwashed or taken advantage of. When you come from a family where Robin or Nightwing were often guests that was how you began to think.
He tried to imagine their faces when they found out that their loving brother and son was gay with an older male super villain. He wondered if either of them would faint.
He remembered back to when Emily had been kidnapped and held for ransom. He remembered hearing the police report had said Batman had been abnormally aggressive with the perps and he had had to stop from laughing out loud.
If his father had been alive what would he have done by now?
Zachary froze and felt like somebody had just dunked him into a sea of ice.
His father.
He was turning into a super villain and his father had been one of the most famous heroes of the modern day. His father would have disowned him if he were alive to see him now.
It was a scary and hurtful thought, but for some reason he could manage it.
But why could he manage such a horrible thing?
The answer came to him quickly and surprisingly simple.
Because he was not his father, and he was falling in love. That's why.
End of Chapter
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