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You so made my morning! And I so feel evil now! The reason why? Because I'm called evil because of the last chapter. Now behold! Chapter 9! (Finally we're in the next stage of my story! The M rate warning starts to kick in now)
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Three families already. It was too much. Three families giving their lives for him was just too much on top of what happened the past days. Was there a curse on him! Why did he kept on being found.
How come he was found every time, before he could actually change anything about himself. He hadn't even got the change to dye his hair, or do anything else to get rid of his usual look.
The boy let a sigh escape as he tried his best to avoid to standout. The joker and his henchman are still so close.
As the boy walked by an alley he quickly slipped into it and hid behind a garbage container. Lucky almost every alley has one big container for the street to bring their trash too and they were big enough to hide behind and get changed.
The boy took out another pair of cloths out of his sport bag and quickly changed into them. He took his wig and put it on carefully hiding every string of black hair protrude out of the wig and hid them underneath the blonde hair. He took his contacts and put them in causing his eyes to look brown. It was a good thing he had taken those things with him when he robbed the department store. It gave him a second change.
Speaking about second chances. The boy took out two folded papers, stained with dried up blood. His eyes soften as he suppressed tears.
He still needed to go to Simon's wife. Bring her Simon's last massage. But he never got the change to settle enough to go to her.
But he was not going to settle anymore. He would first go to her and find his way to safety after that.
With that on his mind he walked out of the alley and started to roam the streets looking for the address what was written on the paper he had gotten. After a few times asking he found the street and stood before the house. It was a nice house what spoke of the wealth Simon and his wife had. Noting like Bruce but big enough for a family and he knew they hadn't children.
Dick brushed off the thought what caused his heart to ache and rung the bell. After a few moments the door slowly opened but just a creak making the boy notice the chain lock.
"Who are you?" A sharp voice asked as the Boy Wonder could only see the lady's blue eyes and a few blonde locks around them.
"Can I enter?" the boy asked not wanting to say his name out loud, at least not on the streets though.
"No," the one eye frowned. "What do you want?"
"I came for Simon," the one eye grew wide as the words had left the boy.
"He," there was a pause as the eye looked away and returned again. "He's not here."
"I know but I have a massage from him."
Before the boy could say anything else the door was slammed close and a numbed tick told him that a chain hit the wood of the door. The door opened again showing the whole lady. "Come in," she said with a shy smile and red eyes. She had been crying. No wonder she was so closed up.
"Thanks," the boy said as he entered the house. The door was closed behind him with a soft thud and the boy took off his jacked. "It won't be long."
The blonde took over his jacked and put it away. "How do you know my man?" the woman asked as the boy stared at a picture of the lady and Simon together.
Got to think about it, he never mentioned her name. "What is your name?" the boy asked as if he hadn't heard her question. He hadn't. He had been distracted by a warm memory what filled his thoughts when he saw Simon's pictures.
"Linda, but about my husband," the woman tried to ask again. "How do you know him?"
The boy sighed at his heart feeling heavy as he took off his blond wig. "He saved me," the boy said tears making his eyes glister in the light.
Linda's mouth slowly opened at realization. "You're Dick," the lady said beyond surprise.
The boy nodded. "Yes," His voice sounded almost sarcastic as his answer came out as a chuckle like choke. "I am," the boy looked down so his bangs hid his eyes.
Linda crouched down a bit and hugged the boy. The boy was startled by this but as he looked up he saw a smile on the blonde's lips. "I was afraid you were killed too," the woman said holding the boy even tighter.
The boy hugged back. She smelled like Simon, or at least the same as he did. It was a fresh but natural smell which reminded him from all the times he had snuggled up with Simon. He missed his dad.
Dick's hands clamped around Linda's shirt as he felt tears fighting their way down his face. He bit his lips but the sobs won the long lasting fight. Sobs came out like hiccups and his tears stained the lady's shirt.
The teen pulled away as he realized what he was doing. He was crying in front of the girl who lost her man to him and he was crying. The boy turned away. "I'm sorry," he said as he was furiously wiping away tears with his fists.
The two hands gently being placed at his wrists and his fists were pulled away slowly so he could face a tearing lady. "He had become like a dad to you, right?" the blonde spoke as she let her tears roll down her face freely.
The boy nodded. "But I can't stay," the kid tried to change the topic. "I came to bring you this."
Linda looked down at the boy's hand showing a folded up paper. "I didn't read it because I know it was meant for you," the boy said as he held up his hand.
The lady took the paper and unfolded it imminently recognizing her husband's handwriting. Her eyes rolled from the left to the right taking in every word written on it. Her eyes filled more and more with tears as she got lower on the paper. As she ended the note she folded back up end let a heavy sigh escape. "Thank you for bringing this to me," her voice sounded broken and Robin knew she was about to break out in cries.
She did. Linda grabbed the boy and pulled him into a hug and cried loudly as she held the boy. The boy let the woman cry. He did too when he read his letter. The one stained with bloody fingerprints. But even though it looked like evidence from a murder scene he still kept it. It was so important to him. And the only thing really from Simon.
The blonde pulled back and eyed the silence boy. "Come, I'll give you something to drink," she said as she rose.
"No, I can't stay," the boy said staring into the nothing.
"What? But aren't you going to live with me?" Linda asked as her hand tighten around the letter.
"No, it's too dangerous. I don't want to endanger you. I've already cost you so much," the boy said as he started to put his wig back on. "I shouldn't have stayed this long. I'll be going right now."
"But," the lady wanted to protest but as she saw the determination in his eyes she gave up. "Please take care and call me when you've settled down," she said as she gave the boy a kiss on his forehead. She gave the boy her business card and his jacked. "Please make contact with me as soon as you can."
"I will. Thanks for understanding," the boy put on his jacked and opened the door. "Good bye."
With that he walked away in an easy pace, giving a quick glance back seeing the woman sadly wave and call out a good bye and close the door behind her. As he was down the street he started to run. He felt the tears coming up again but tried to run away from it.
It didn't work. They streamed down his face as the text on his letter kept flashing through his mind. He ran even harder hoping it would work but no matter how hard he pushed himself to go faster the tears kept coming down. They kept on raining down.
Dear Dick,
I know we have known each other for just a few weeks and hadn't much time to spend with each other. But I've learned a lot about you and you about me. I'm really glad I met you and that we could get so close to each other. I'm really proud of you and already feel like a real stereotype father (the good stereotype one).
I'm glad you were so open to me and let me in. I felt so much love for you and was really looking forward for a live with you and my wife. But sadly our time together was short. I wish I could have spent much more with you and hear more stories about you saving people and "kicking bad guy's ass".
I would like to ask you if you want to look after my wife. She could use some of your optimism when I'm gone and not to forget you appealing laughter. Please stay "asterous" and don't forget about me. You were the prefect son and I'm glad I could give you a second change by giving up myself. Please don't be angry with yourself. I'd panned this and I'm now just like you, a hero. A hero for saving a young boy's life.
Please live your life the fullest and I hope you'll find Bruce back one day, even though you're forbidden to reassemble.
I Love you,
Simon.
Ps. The other paper is a letter for my wife, please give it to her. We live on southern street 209. You can stay there with her.
Robin's pace started to slow down. "Simon," The boy muttered in sobs as he grabbed his arms while he kept on a high pace as he walked down a street he didn't even know.
The boy made an abrupt stop as he walked by a store with in its display a mirror. He saw himself with a blonde wig under which a few black locks were visible and a face smeared with tears. He took of the wig not having the feeling to fix it again and put it in his bag. He had lost the Joker a while ago so he could walk around like this for a while.
His eyes fell on his tears and how miserably he looked. He had to man up! He couldn't be crying all day. At least not when he was roaming around. He first needed a place to settle down and then he could cry his heart out as much as he desired to.
The boy wiped away his tears as he regain grip on his emotions and got back to his fast pace. He now looked around him. Where was he actually? It looked like Gotham's downtown but only a bit different. How come he had never been here as Robin?
The teen started to walk further when a sudden yank pulled the boy into an alley causing him to gasp in shock and felt something being pressed against his lips.
Dick ended just as confused as his brain could finally process the scene what just had played. "What?"
Again the pair of lips were pressed against his before he could say anything else and was held in place by two strong arms. The boy was shocked and confused of what happened. He knew what happened. He was grabbed by some creep who was now kissing him but somehow it just didn't sunk into his mind what the hell was going on.
As those lips released his he spoke up again. "W-who are you? What do you want!"
The man holding him smiled widely showing his bit yellow teeth. "Not so clever, to walk down these roads without your parents," the man spoke as he lifted the boy up without any effort and started to walk.
"Let me go you creep!" the boy started to kick the man but was thrown into a room before he had accomplished any harm on the man. It looked like an office building, a back entrance.
He was quickly turned around when he wanted to move and tied down tightly with his hands on his back. "Hey! Stop that!" the boy was roughly turned back to his back and faced the man who sat on him. The older male leaned down claiming yet another kiss while his hand slipped into the boy's trouser and boxer. The boy broke free from the kiss and started to yell. "What the hell are you doing!"
"Raping you," the man smirked. "I don't get often a change to lay hands on a young boy like you."
That made the boy twitch. He saw the man leaning back in as he was aiming for his lips but quickly spoke up before the man got too near. "You can't rape me!"
The man caressed the boy's face. "And why can't I rape you?" the man asked with a voice what sounded almost father like.
Oh crap! Now he had to come up with a reason why he shouldn't, no, couldn't rape him! His brained stopped and what shot through his mind was the one thing he shouted. "Because I'm a prostitute!"
"Oh?" the man seemed positively surprised.
Shit! Why did he say that! He was no prostitute. That man probably was. That was what his brain was telling him. Not that he himself was one. Crap! Shit! DAMN IT!
"You're sure?" the man asked. The boy nodded as answer. There was no way he could come back on it. "A young boy like you? You're what, twelve?" Dick nodded again. "What's your name, kid?"
"Alex," the boy lied and felt the ropes being cut, freeing his both hands. "Thanks."
"Now, amuse me," the man said with a taunted smile as he leaned back.
"You have to pay me," the boy spoke out a bit forces, as only reason left in his mind to get rid of that man.
"Sure, but first you have to earn it," the man spoke showing his purse. "Here I have enough to pay you," the man showed a few bills what could have been easily a few hundred dollars together. It could have been more than thousand but he couldn't see it good enough as it was tossed aside. "Now show your magic."
The boy swallowed. He had to actually please the man. Wait, he had walked once upon Bruce having a hot moment with one of the ladies he brought home so now and then. Bruce hadn't seen him and he had watched until he knew he had to get out.
Dick leaned forward kissing the man like he had seen Bruce do that time. He trailed his hand over the man's body as he felt the man kissing him back. He slowly put his hand under the man's shirt and started to lift it up. They broke their kiss as he took off the man's shirt and watched the man's bear torso.
The man did the same with him, undressing him till his muscled torso shown. The boy gave the older male a quick kiss and lead the man into a lying position. He started to undo the man's zipper and pulled down the trouser just enough to see a boxer and something underneath it peeking out. He pulled down the boxer letting the hard length of the man completely free.
The boy started to pump his hand up and down the meat as the man shivered. The boy kept on doing this one thing until the man spoke up. "I'm not going to come if you keep on acting like a pussy. Stop the hand do and go work with that fine ass of yours!"
The man sat up and came close to the boy. "Come here," he said as he pulled down the boy's trouser.
"Ah!" the boy watched how the man quickly got rid of his pants and grabbed his boxer.
"You're really new at this, aren't yah?" the man said as he tossed the boxer away eyeing the now completely naked boy.
Dick first blushed in shame because the man watching him like he saw some porn star, but that blush disappeared quickly as the boy was pushed into a weird position. He stood on his knees and hands while the man placed himself behind him. He got two dirty and salty tasting finger into his mouth while another hand wrapped around his body.
"Suck it, sweetie," a voice whispered in his ear as he felt the older male's warmth on his back and his legs. That man's body was simply so close to his.
Suddenly he felts something warms being placed at his entrance and tensed up. A rough thrust made the other male's manhood crush into the boy's body causing him to shriek in both pain and surprise.
"Can you handle it?" the man asked as he took out his fingers, giving the boy room to talk.
"Y-you're so big," the boy lied avoiding the truth about his virginity being tossed away like it was nothing.
The man blushed. It was always nice to hear that you was so big that you make a whore scream by your first entrance. "Okay, I'll start it slow then," the man said as he started to thrust in and out the young boy.
"Ah! Aaah!" the boy moaned in both hurt as delight. He didn't want to admit it but in some way it felt good. His warmth inside him thrusts right into a sweet spot making his length grow hard. How could something so wrong feel so… feel so good?
The man started to speed up and the two salty fingers returned to his mouth. The boy suck the fingers and felt the other hand release his body only to return to his length. The hand started to pump rudely up and down causing the boy to pant even faster.
They kept on going for a little while as suddenly a warm release filled the boy's inner walls. The warm length left his ass while white liquid dripped out of it. The boy sat down, panting as he eyed his own length still being hard and felt his heart beat inside of it.
The man laid down while pulling the boy with him, causing the kid to end on top. He grabbed the boy by his hips, lifted him and placed him over his manhood. Dick understood what was expected from his and started to move up and down trying to find the spot again, what gave him his pleasure.
While he did so the man started to pump his length and after a few moments of loud breaths and a few loud moans from the older male, the two came.
The young boy went limp and let himself drop down on the man. He just laid there, on top of the man as the feeling of being dirty started to seep into his mind. The feeling of being touched, having done things he shouldn't, regret for actually enjoying it at a few points, it all fell heavy on his heart
The man laid yet another kiss on his lips and moved the boy to his side. "That was great. You're so freaking tight," the man said, still panting in his afterglow of his sex. "You're for the keep," the man said chuckling, making the boy which he was actually joking.
The boy coiled up so the warmth wouldn't leave his bare and naked body. "So, how did it feel to lose the big V?" the man suddenly asked and the boy looked up in both surprise as confusion. "I recognize a virgin when I do one," the man spoke as he stroke a hand through his hair. "Also, someone as tight as you walking around claiming to be a prostitute wouldn't stay unnoticed by me. Believe me, I'm the top dog in this neighborhood. If something nice walks around, I'll know about it."
Dick stay silence while the man placed yet another kiss on his lips. "So why do you want to be a prostitute?" the man smirked as if he knew the answer already.
"I don't really know. I guess a bit as rebellion to my parents," The boy lied. He knew why he was a prostitute. He was that because his brain had a meltdown when he got stuck in a rape scene and yelled something ridiculous.
"So young and already walking away from home, ha?" the man said as he moved over the boy as he let his lips run down the kids face, feeling his young skin. "You surely will earn enough money to survive. With such ass you could rule the world," the man said with a wink.
Don't count on it. It is not like I'm going to look up more people to have sex with. And since you're already the top dog there is no one to whisper this to. The boy thought to himself as he kept silence.
The man rose from the boy and started to redress. He did the same and took his bag throwing the handle over his shoulder letting his bag rest. The man took his purse, he had thrown away, and wanted to put it away. The boy walked up and held up his hand, eyes sharp.
The man smiled. "Very good," He said as he took out a few bills and placed it on Dick's hand. The man leaned over to the boy's head and whispered. "You've more than earned it," causing the boy to shiver.
The boy looked down when his eyes widen. 500 dollar! The boy looked up seeing the man walk away.
"Ah! Wait for me!" the boy fallowed the man. He didn't know why. But he had nowhere to go and what if the door would stuck into its lock while he stayed behind he would have nobody who knew he was there or to help him.
The man smiled as he saw the boy fallowing him and walked down the alley till he came to the street where Dick had been pulled out. "So, where will you go, Alex?"
"He?" the boy first said but then realized he had called himself Alex. "Ah, well, I err don't really know yet."
Why was he even fallowing this man? It was definitely not because he wanted more. Maybe because he didn't know what else to do. He had no home, no one to turn to and not to forget that rotten feeling, aching from the inside.
"How about coming with me?" the man stopped his trail and turned around to face the boy.
Dick also stopped his trail and watch how the man came closer. "I don't know," his eyes diverge and watch the brick wall beside him.
The man shrugged and started to walk again. The boy looked up and quickly fallowed the man again. "Why are you still fallowing me if you're not coming with me?" the man asked glancing over his shoulder.
"I don't know," the boy answered as a lost sheep.
The man turned and walked into an alley. He turned further so he was now eye in eye with the boy and blocked the way. "Then go, I have to find "costumers"," the man said crossing his arms.
"Then could I rest here for a while? I mean out of sight. I don't like to be seen while sleeping," the boy gave as excuse.
The man rolled his eyes and walked further into the alley and went down a small corridor in the alley showing a small little alley behind the building which was mostly blocked by a garbage container. "It's not much but you can sleep here," the man said coldly.
The boy looked up seeing an emergency stairs. It was clear this alley was only used to escape from the buildings via the back for when there was fire. So that would mean he could easily sleep here.
"Thank you. Last night was rough and I've barely slept. I could really use some," the boy explained as he shove some cardboard boxes aside, making room for him to lie down.
"Whatever," the man said as he walked off.
The boy laid down and felt the cold from the ground imminently flew through his cloths. Why had this to happen to him in the winter? Why couldn't this wait for when it was warm and nice outside? The boy rose again and shot a look around him. Hmm, what could he use to keep the cold away.
The boy opened one of the boxes meeting some old papers as he removed the lid. He laid them down in a row making a bed out of the papers. He opened another box again filled with papers and kept on opening boxes and laying down papers till he had formed a thick pile of papers. He took out his pillow and laid it on top of his paper bed and laid down on it himself.
That was much better. The papers quickly toke over his body warmth making it easier for the boy to drift off into a troubled sleep.
So yeah, three families died. Reason why I skipped that? Because I didn't want to drag you guys through all that. That would make this story about three chapters longer with the only purpose to give Robin a good (in his point of few) reason's to stay with Mike.
Anyhow, this was the kick off for the bit darker part of my story. I wonder how you guys will react since you already flipped because of the last chapter. (and Dick still hasn't reach the bottom)
Anyway, please review and I'll update as soon as possible!