Ugh, there is just no excuse good enough for a delay of four months! O.O
I'm sooooo sorry guys! Anyway, I tried my freaking best to rock this chapter and we're close to the next phase of the story. Aren't you exited? ^^
His eyelids haven't felt this heavy for such a long time. His head felt even worse that when he had a hangover.
He carefully opened his eyes, just a creak to let in some light. Finding the light not too hurtful he open them further. He was in a bed, sheets tugged around him in an unnatural way. He hadn't slept long under them for being still so neatly. He looked to his side, seeing a nightstand with a small lamp on it, the light source. Looking past the small light he saw the walls, painted in an unusual red color. It looked much like a motel, the ones he did not often use since they were rather expensive.
He sat up, moaning as his head protested against the made move.
Where was he?
He was naked, that was for sure. Taking a small peek he discovered quickly that he had been busy last night. He was all sticky down below.
He sighed and took a look at the door. Closed, but if it's locked is unclear. Why couldn't he remember his costumer. He had never got too wasted to forget what had happened the night before. Okay, in all honesty it happen only one or two times. But he learned. But this time, the whole room he woke up in didn't say a thing to him. He remember shattered things the last time, but now, now he remember nothing.
He rose from the bed, feeling slightly awkward all naked but walked to the door anyway. He opened it just a bit, peeking past the side of the door.
So he wasn't locked up.
As he looked to the room laying behind the door things started to hit him. This was the strip club. He had danced on that stage before the man who's back was facing him at the current moment.
Dick gasped as the man turned toward him and smiled. "Good morning Alex."
His words sounded sharp in his ears, but then again, he had a headache, so it wasn't that odd, right?
"Good morning," there was a touch. His eyes fell shut at the hand cupping his cheek.
"You look worn," the man commented, leading the boy back into the room. "Rest a little and I'll bring you your cloths and I'll get you something to eat."
The man placed a kiss on Dick's lips and moved toward the door. "And when you've eaten we'll talk about your future."
"Future? As in…?" the young prostitute pulled up one eyebrow.
"Working here as my employee. Young male stripper and prostitute," the man stated and closed the door.
Alex blankly stared at the door for a while, not certain what to think exactly. Instead he decided to see what would come from this and rest for now, trying to get rid of the headache.
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Dark blond bangs hung before his blue eyes. His eyes were focused and a hand wiped the hair out of his face. A deep sigh escaped the slightly cracked lips.
Where was he? And why was this taking so long?
Bruce sighed again, feet almost dragging over the streets. He was really tired but he couldn't stop already. Once Superman had found him he would be forced to sit back again. And that was everything but what he wanted.
The male eyed a park bench for a moment before dropping himself on it. He let out a big breath, head lulling back as he watched the upcoming sun shine a few rays over the tall buildings. He cursed a few words he had often forbidden Robin to even use and looked down the road in the park, eyes falling on a small stall. He could really use some coffee.
He gathered all the energy left in his body to pull himself up and walk over to the stall. "A double espresso, please," He placed a bill of ten dollar on the counter. He received his drink and change and found his place back on the cold hard bench.
Sipping his coffee did him good. After a few gulps he found a way to pry his eyes open. Weirdly enough he was never really bothered by skipping a night or two, but now, he was barely awake. Apparently the worries about his son started to take its toll on him.
His eyes kept scanning people as they passed, instinctively seeing who could or couldn't be his son. Most couldn't, some could but after looking a bit longer than a second he saw they couldn't in the end. This was going to be long week.
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The toast smelled great and Alex was happily eating the given breakfast. The orange juice was freshly squeezed and tasted sweet.
"Thank you so much for this," the boy smiled to the man sitting on the side of his bed.
"It's nothing," Carlos smiled. "Have you thought about the offer? About working here?"
Alex swallowed the bread in his mouth, eyes sealed on the toast in his hand. "I would rather talk about last night, if you don't mind."
The ebony man rose an eyebrow, "Sure."
"You gave me more than just some alcohol, didn't you?" Alex noticed the small twitch as the owner tried to keep a straight face. "What did you give me?" the fake blonde sharped his eyes. "And why?"
"Listen, I," Carlos started but stopped and sighed. "You're body amazed me the second I say you. You're maybe cocky but you're damn right about being hot and wanted. I heard about you, and when I hear I hear the important stuff. And yesterday when you found your place on the pole I knew I had to get you. As employee I mean. But I always like to run a "test" on my employees first. Which includes drugs. I want to know how my employees react on drugs, so I can check if someone is trying funny business," he explained. "You're reaction was pretty strong."
"But you still took the change to have sex with me," The teen frowned, lips slightly tugged back in disgust. He wasn't sure if he should be insulted or acclaimed.
The ebony haired male smirked causing Alex to frown a bit deeper. "You're a slut. Like you care I had sex with you," the boy froze on that. "I will still pay you, so don't worry."
The man rose and grinned at the boy. "I'm not a slut!" the boy jumped up. "I'm an prostitute! People pay me. I'm not free nor cheap!"
"But you let me touch you before you even saw cash," the man sneered triumphantly. The man pushed the boy back, causing him to trip and fall into the soft bed. A sharp breath was taken by Alex but his mouth was swiftly covered by the hand of Carlos who pushed him into the bed. "Silly little boy."
Alex started to struggle, fighting to get free but the weight of the older male was pressing him down, deeper into the soft mattress. "And now," the man gave a small thrust causing a small sound of struggle from the mostly gaged boy. "You'll do exactly what I want," with one hand he ripped the thin shirt he had given the boy before and released the kids mouth. Before Alex finished taking a breath to yell he was silenced by the fabric of his shirt being pressed into his mouth. "For free," the man whispered into the boy's ear.
The former Boy Wonder shouted against the swift made gag. He earned a slap for that and felt something snap inside him. The man moved a bit further with his body, sitting on his abdomen.
The teen moved quick, almost as fast as the wind to move just a bit further under his captor. He quickly pulled his legs up only to fold his legs around the older male's neck. One quick and stern pull on his muscles caused the man to be pulled back roughly and sent to the floor. He jumped up, quickly grabbing his duffel bag and ran off, only to find the front doors locked.
After pulling like crazy on the door the boy took a deep breath, calming himself. "Calm down Dick, and do as Bruce has learned me." With than in mind he kneeled down, starting to pick the lock with the paperclip he had in his bag. Why did he even had that with him again?
One relieving click declared the boy's freedom but a hand made him snap his head back, facing Carlos. His eyes grew, panic raising in his chest. He opened the door wanting to flee but a hand grabbed his wrist.
"Alex, stop! It was just a test!" the teen got free and ran for it. "Alex, I wasn't actually going to hurt you!" the man shouted but the boy was gone in a second, not even looking back. The man sighed. He hadn't though the kid would react this way. But he would give him some space and look him up later when he had cooled down. He still wanted Alex as his male teen prostitute.
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He was crying. He didn't want to but he was. He was shocked and so confused. Why did that man call him Alex? And why was he there?
He had sex, he could feel that. And as his mind started to swirl around that thought so he shook his head. He didn't knew why he couldn't remember and he actually didn't want to remember. The fact he woke up underneath someone who wanted to rape him- he definitely remember the words "and now, you'll do exactly what I want, for free", scared him. Thinking about forgetting, he couldn't really point the moment when he started to forget. He remembered that man, that man who grabbed him and pulled him into an ally ready to rape him. There was confusion. A lot. But he couldn't really make any sense out of the shattered memories. Did he had sex with that man, or where they just talking about it? What happened afterwards. Something with the golden deal? Had he made a deal with someone.
He gasped.
Wally!
Wally was there! But he was blonde. He grabbed a string of hair. His hair is blond. But Wally recognized him. And Wally's room. He remembered a moment in his room. Or was that just an old memory. No, no he was blond too then. Why was he even blond!?
Stolen! Yes, he had stolen hair dye to make himself blond because he had to blend in! that made sense. But why wasn't Wally here? Why was he alone with that creepy man? Why wasn't Bruce here!?
The boy swayed on his feet and quickly found a bench in the park to fall unto.
Blood, he remembered a lot of blood. People dying because of him! And there was something with Wally. Oh! Wally couldn't know who he was because he had to blend in. Dick did no longer exist. But who was he then? Was he that Alex? Was he that boy?
Who was he? What happened to him the past days? And where is Bruce!?
Dick started to cry. Panic still running through his veins. He was simply so confused.
-\/-
Where the fuck was he? He never stayed away for longer than a night. And with this gang war raging on it'll be anything but safe to be outside, all alone the less.
Mike growled through his teeth as he roamed the cold streets, trying to avoid the main ones. Most of the big streets were run down by either a gang or police.
Why was he looking for Alex again? He was probably too cocky and stubborn to die anyway!
He let out a sigh. He couldn't just let him down. And he wasn't sure if it was because he's a good pleasure to him or… that he actually cared for the blonde, little hooker.
Sounds of shots echoed through an ally, leading to a main street. They were this close already? Feeling the need of knowing how close the war had reached his territory, Mike walked over to the street. Slow but steady steps lead him through the slowly with smoke filling alley.
He moved his head around the corner, finding the cause of the smoke rather quickly. Really? They've put an police car on fire? Pity, he could have stolen it. This is just wasteful.
Another glance told him who was winning. The gang. The Clown Price of Crime laughing loudly as he was shooting everything what wasn't wearing his clown's mask.
"Brilliant," the man hissed in sarcasm. That madman was gaining ground faster than a fire would. And he was heading his way. The fucking idiot would kill all his costumers, if not any reason for going to a hooker. How was he supposed to work with this?
The shots were coming a bit too close for Mike's comfort so he slowly retreated and resumed to his search. It didn't took him long as he worked back to the center of the district, and found the boy sitting on a park bench on the edge of the actual park. He could still hear the guns used a few blocks away as he walked toward the boy.
"Alex," the man called out as he came closer, seeing the boy covering his face. What was he doing?
"Alex?" the noticed the lack of response. "Alex!"
The blond head snapped up, tears smeared over his face and a shock leased in his eyes. He was startled?
"You," was all what left the young hookers lips in a breath like volume. The shock was clear, but now the angst inside it started to shine through.
"Alex, is everything alright?"
The boy barely reacted but mumbled a "Leave me alone," and looked away.
Alex seemed scared, lost even. But that was everything but what he usually showed. Normally he would at least try to conceal his confusion and act all high, mighty and most of all cocky as hell. He never asked someone to leave him alone if he wasn't in the mood, he demanded it. You wouldn't get to him if he didn't want you too. But now, now he was just asking to leave him alone, as if he expected someone to politely leave him when he asked.
"Alex," the older male pressed, noticing the wince made by the other part. He saw his change and grasped the thin wrist of the young teen. "It's dangerous out here. The Joker is heading this way and I don't want you stumbling around like this," the boy started to struggle, as if he would be killed once pulled out of sight. "Are you drunk again!?" Mike spat as he found it irritating that the boy was acting this way.
"Let go of me you pervert!"
The sudden release on his wrist made Alex stumbled back, falling down and hit his head on the bench. A loud "Ouch!" escaped his lips as he grabbed his head.
"You're calling me a pervert!?" Mike leaned down, cornering the boy on the ground. "You're the slut here, mister "I'm a professional prostitute"!"
"I'm not!" the boy shouted back, thick tears rolling down his face. "I'm not a prostitute!"
Mike's eyebrow twitched up. Okay, that was enough! The boy must be drunk out of his skull! He grabbed his arm and pulled him up roughly. As the boy started to scramble and shout in protest he grabbed the boy by his neck and leaded him back to his alley. He threw his into the boy's own matrass and pushed him down.
"Time to sober up," the older male hissed in a sick kind of pleasure. Why did he enjoyed it so much to see Alex scramble underneath him, silenced by his hand over the boy's mouth, pushing him into the matrass?
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How did he end up in this? Why did this happen to him? He had started to remember things. Little things about other man doing the same with him what was done to him right now. But in his memories he seems to approve to it, moaning and grunting in pleasure whenever he was trusted into. But all he could feel now was disgust and pain.
He muscles were pulling as he legs were almost pressed into his neck. He was flexible but without a warm up the stretch would only lead to painful tugging of his muscles. One hand was pressed firmly onto his lips, silencing him and pressing him down and the other hand held his body in place. Thick tears streamed down his face as with every move inside him a pain was shot through his entire body. A human body wasn't made for this! For this kind of abuse.
"God, how are you so sexy even though your crying like a baby?" the man on top of him grunted in question, trying to push in even harder. "Maybe because it's my cock inside you what makes you cry," Dick could feel him twitch inside him at the word cock. "Maybe it's because I'm too big for you to take in without stretching first."
The grip holding him in place started to grow abusive. It was no longer just functional. "Somehow I enjoy seeing you flinch in pain," he rammed into him again, only even harder. He yelped from underneath the hand holding him down and his eyes were shut tight. His lips felt suddenly cold as the older male released them. "I want to hear you scream little whore."
He slammed in even deeper, causing a loud yelp. "Aah," he inhaled shakily. "P-please s-stop," the boy begged, shivers running up and down his body as the member inside of him started to retreat out of him. A new slam caused the next yelp. "Stop!" the boy shouted as he caught his breath.
What was he doing? Begging a rapist to stop raping him? He was the Boy Wonder, for love's sake!
"Stop!" this time any trace of angst had disappeared from his voice and pure demanding caused Mike to stop for a second. His eyes were wide at the low and serious voice. Alex never sounded like that.
The moment of stillness was enough for Dick to see an opening and shot his legs back, wrapping them around the older male's neck, slamming him backwards against the hard street. He flinched as he felt the thick member leave his body with force but rose anyway. He stumbled a few steps toward the wall to grab into it and catch his breath. He hadn't worked out in a while, he could feel that. His body was stiff and his muscles were complaining about the sudden strength burst given.
He looked back to the startled male. He didn't move anymore but he seemed conscious. He was probably shocked by the hit he got on the back of his head. But he approached him anyways.
"Hey, you're alright?" he asked, leaning down to the unmoving man.
As sudden hit in the face made the boy fall backwards, watching in terror how the man towered over him. "You little slut!"
He didn't know where the bottle in the man's hand came from but he had no time to think about it as it was slammed against his temple, breaking it open against his skin and skull.
All he could feel was the glass shatter and blood trickle down together with the red wine. The last thing he saw where the over used shoes of the rapist in front of him and everything went blank.
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