WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: After NML and before Bruce Wayne Murder?
Wow, ok, a couple things to say. First of all ... I UPDATED!!!! WOOO WHOOO!!! Look at me go! Well, I've finally had a stroke of wanting to write more. It so weird writing a story that you already have the ending to, you just need to get there. So yeah, I've got this chapter done, and a couple more on the way. So if anyone is still reading this (which if you wanted to let me know, you could always post a review and just give me a 'hey I'm still around' note that'd be cool) please check back in a few for another couple of updates.
Second of all, I want to apologize for the racist remark in this chapter. I'm probably the least racist person I know, but I want to stay true to characters, and well, Jimmy Ewing would think that way, so yeah, please don't be offended.
Thirdly, it's good to be writing on this story again.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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The sudden pang of nausea was what pulled Jimmy Ewing out of sleep. Opening his eyes he winced. The slivers of morning that crept in through the tiny gaps in the drapes stung.
It must have been a good party, he thought to himself, pulling his arms from underneath the two sleeping figures on either side of him. He couldn't place either the blonde or the brunette, but judging by the total lack of clothing on either girl, or himself for that matter, he figured the night before he had known them. At least biblically.
As the second wave of nausea hit, Jimmy stumbled off the edge of the bed, not even trying to avoid the woman to his left. She grunted as he crawled over her, but wrapped herself tighter in the comforter and drifted back into unconsciousness. He stumbled his way into the bathroom.
Lifting the lid of the toilet he stood swaying a little, and tried to decide what he wanted to do first; empty his bladder or purge his stomach.
His knees finally decided for him and gave out. He dropped with a sickening slap on the tile floor and vomited, only half making it in the toilet bowl. A retched smell filled the bathroom, despite its size. Jimmy hit the switch to the fan hoping to rid his nostrils of the rotten food and tequila stench, but it burned from inside his mouth.
After swishing some mouthwash, and relieving his bladder, he staggered back into his bedroom. His personal assistant, whom Jimmy haddn't even noticed was in the room earlier, was waiting for his boss holding out a silk robe.
Jimmy took the robe only to throw it back down into a wing-backed chair. "Pay them double what they were charging." Jimmy was already on his way out of his bedroom. He never liked to mess with the morning after business. It was much simpler to assign someone else to manage it.
"Um ... sir?"
Jimmy turned, squinting as the lamplight found his eyes. "What?"
"They're not hookers."
"What?"
"They were a gift."
Jimmy frowned. "From who?"
The man just shrugged his shoulders.
Jimmy's mouth went cotton dry. He slowly turned around, getting a better look at his bed, and the two occupants. The brunette was beginning to stir. She sat up, and Jimmy couldn't help the sharp intake of air.
The girl was half Chinese.
It didn't matter how sloshed he was, there was no way in hell he would willingly choose a Chink. They scared the shit out of him. Not to mention the possible connection with his most dangerous enemy, Freddy Minh.
Wide eyed, he glanced to the other girl. She was white.
Barely openeing her eyes, she caught Jimmy watching her. "Hey baby, why don't you come back and I can warm you up?"
The brunette started laughing. The blonde wasn't working with her.
"Get the fuck out of my bed!" He grabbed the blonde by the hair and pulled her onto the floor.
The brunette laughed even harder. In contrast with the blonde's scurrying to find her clothes and get out of Jimmy's bedroom, the brunette climbed gracefully out of the bed unashamed of her completely nude state.
"Did Freddy Minh send you?"
Lazily, she pulled on Jimmy's silk robe from the seat of the wing-backed chair. Shrugging her shoulders into the material, she turned back to Jimmy, who was waiting for a response impatiently. Taking her time, she watched the blonde hastily leave the room, letting the bedroom door slam behind her.
"I have a message for you," she spoke evenly. "What you are doing is not going unnoticed. And if you continue, you will be faced with more than Minh's messages."
Try as he may to hide it, Jimmy was shaken.
Knowing that she had made her point more than clear, she made her exit, stopping just as she reached the bedroom door.
"And Mr. Ewing, you were terrible in bed."
The brunette shut the door a fraction of a second before a lamp crashed against the wall. Jimmy collapsed on his mattress, rubbing his temples.
This was not going to be a good day.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: After NML and before Bruce Wayne Murder?
Wow, ok, a couple things to say. First of all ... I UPDATED!!!! WOOO WHOOO!!! Look at me go! Well, I've finally had a stroke of wanting to write more. It so weird writing a story that you already have the ending to, you just need to get there. So yeah, I've got this chapter done, and a couple more on the way. So if anyone is still reading this (which if you wanted to let me know, you could always post a review and just give me a 'hey I'm still around' note that'd be cool) please check back in a few for another couple of updates.
Second of all, I want to apologize for the racist remark in this chapter. I'm probably the least racist person I know, but I want to stay true to characters, and well, Jimmy Ewing would think that way, so yeah, please don't be offended.
Thirdly, it's good to be writing on this story again.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
The sudden pang of nausea was what pulled Jimmy Ewing out of sleep. Opening his eyes he winced. The slivers of morning that crept in through the tiny gaps in the drapes stung.
It must have been a good party, he thought to himself, pulling his arms from underneath the two sleeping figures on either side of him. He couldn't place either the blonde or the brunette, but judging by the total lack of clothing on either girl, or himself for that matter, he figured the night before he had known them. At least biblically.
As the second wave of nausea hit, Jimmy stumbled off the edge of the bed, not even trying to avoid the woman to his left. She grunted as he crawled over her, but wrapped herself tighter in the comforter and drifted back into unconsciousness. He stumbled his way into the bathroom.
Lifting the lid of the toilet he stood swaying a little, and tried to decide what he wanted to do first; empty his bladder or purge his stomach.
His knees finally decided for him and gave out. He dropped with a sickening slap on the tile floor and vomited, only half making it in the toilet bowl. A retched smell filled the bathroom, despite its size. Jimmy hit the switch to the fan hoping to rid his nostrils of the rotten food and tequila stench, but it burned from inside his mouth.
After swishing some mouthwash, and relieving his bladder, he staggered back into his bedroom. His personal assistant, whom Jimmy haddn't even noticed was in the room earlier, was waiting for his boss holding out a silk robe.
Jimmy took the robe only to throw it back down into a wing-backed chair. "Pay them double what they were charging." Jimmy was already on his way out of his bedroom. He never liked to mess with the morning after business. It was much simpler to assign someone else to manage it.
"Um ... sir?"
Jimmy turned, squinting as the lamplight found his eyes. "What?"
"They're not hookers."
"What?"
"They were a gift."
Jimmy frowned. "From who?"
The man just shrugged his shoulders.
Jimmy's mouth went cotton dry. He slowly turned around, getting a better look at his bed, and the two occupants. The brunette was beginning to stir. She sat up, and Jimmy couldn't help the sharp intake of air.
The girl was half Chinese.
It didn't matter how sloshed he was, there was no way in hell he would willingly choose a Chink. They scared the shit out of him. Not to mention the possible connection with his most dangerous enemy, Freddy Minh.
Wide eyed, he glanced to the other girl. She was white.
Barely openeing her eyes, she caught Jimmy watching her. "Hey baby, why don't you come back and I can warm you up?"
The brunette started laughing. The blonde wasn't working with her.
"Get the fuck out of my bed!" He grabbed the blonde by the hair and pulled her onto the floor.
The brunette laughed even harder. In contrast with the blonde's scurrying to find her clothes and get out of Jimmy's bedroom, the brunette climbed gracefully out of the bed unashamed of her completely nude state.
"Did Freddy Minh send you?"
Lazily, she pulled on Jimmy's silk robe from the seat of the wing-backed chair. Shrugging her shoulders into the material, she turned back to Jimmy, who was waiting for a response impatiently. Taking her time, she watched the blonde hastily leave the room, letting the bedroom door slam behind her.
"I have a message for you," she spoke evenly. "What you are doing is not going unnoticed. And if you continue, you will be faced with more than Minh's messages."
Try as he may to hide it, Jimmy was shaken.
Knowing that she had made her point more than clear, she made her exit, stopping just as she reached the bedroom door.
"And Mr. Ewing, you were terrible in bed."
The brunette shut the door a fraction of a second before a lamp crashed against the wall. Jimmy collapsed on his mattress, rubbing his temples.
This was not going to be a good day.