His heart was pounding. Pounding of both excitement as fear. He was so happy he could finally see his son again, knowing he was okay, still alive. Yet he was so scared to see him as a teen prostitute. His little son, giving away what he shouldn't until he found the person he truly loved. He had been pondering about the choice Richard made, trying to know what he could expect of this evening. He knew he couldn't simply walk in, grab this so names Alex and walk off with him. He had to play this smooth.

So he had a scene prepared. He had a luxury taxi ready to pick them up, after he convinced Alex boss to let the teen come along with him for a night. And with convincing he meant paying him good. It was risky because he had to use the money directly from Bruce Wayne's account. So he had to make it count.

He had asked around, quickly hearing Alex had started off on the streets and was still pretty new in the strip club. So that was something he could use, even though that was the last he wanted to hear from those men. The way they spoke about his son made him use all his self-control not to hit them or even kill them. What had Dick done, causing people to talk about him like that? Like he was a thing. A downright whore.

He shook his head. He had to focus. He was going to face his son now and he had to ready himself not to flip out. After hearing the stories he wasn't that sure he could handle what he would find inside that club.

He pushed the doors open seeing one girl with bunny ears, smiling at him. "Welcome," she greeted holding out a hand. "May I take your coat?"

"Sure, thanks," the man scanned the girl, seeing her in a dress what was way too short on both the upper as the lower part of it. He was sure that you could see her thong as she walked and wondered if her breast were about to pop out. He gave his jacked and walked further. He took a seat pretty close to the head of the stage. Looking around him he saw all the ladies were wearing very similar clothing, way too small and all themed as bunny.

That was right, it was bunny night. That was what the show plan told him this afternoon. He quickly found the only boy in the club, serving someone a drink.

The blonde teen walked up to the new costumer. "Good evening," the man let his eyes dip down, seeing the boy was, just like the girls, not wearing much. Instead of a dress the boy wore something close to thong what seemed to be made of leather. There was a little pink, puffy ball on the back of his thong. He had a waistcoat which was open, showing his bare chest. He wore white cloves which looked much like the ones Alfred preferred to wear and a bowtie. On his head were a pair fluffy ears attached witch made him look very harmless. A side Dick not often showed when their lives were still normal. It caused Bruce to wonder how much of a fight it took to get his son into this costume.

"Would you like something to drink?" the prostitute asked.

"You have a Canari Blanc wine?" the man smiled, excitement and nerves tugging the sides of his lips up.

"Yes, we do," the boy answered. "Just one glass to start with?"

"That would be great," the boy nodded and excused himself to make his way to the bar.

Bruce wondered if Dick had even noticed who he was. He seemed to act like he was just one of the many costumers he saw every day. He didn't drop any hint that he knew what was going on, even when the billionaire ordered his favorite wine. Dick should have recognized that.

The boy had quickly returned with a few drinks on his tray, which included the white wine. He placed it on the table before Bruce and continued to the other tables. He saw one of the man who got a shot speak to the boy who nodded. "I'll be with you in a moment," the boy answered and brought the other drinks to the remaining tables.

Alex brought the tray back to the bar and returned to the man. The hero watched as the boy took place on the man's lap and stated to kiss with the man. Bruce noticed his grip tightening around his glass.

His heart was pounding as he saw the man's hands go over the body of the young teen. His chest felt tight as the boy moved his body against that of the man in a sensual way. Even his toes curled up as Bruce wanted to take the boy away from that man. He had to keep the boy away from all these man!

A girl passed by and Bruce asked her attention. "Can I have a lap dance from that boy too?"

The girl smiled, "Sure. Are you familiar with the rules and the cost of it?"

"I don't care," the man growled. "I pay whatever it cost. I want that boy."

"No problem, he'll be with you as soon as possible," the girl answered and walked off.

Bruce took a sip from his wine, noticing how wrong those words sounded from his lips. But he truly didn't care, he just couldn't take watching his son move like that against some man and kiss him the way he did.

The billionaire had already finished his glass by the time the boy came to him. He had tried to distract himself by watching the girls on stage but his eyes would drift off to his sons after a few moves of the girls. His mind just couldn't focus as it was only minding his son.

"You asked for me?" the boy asked as he took place on the man's lap.

Bruce's hand quickly shot to the boy's face, cupping it. "How you're doing?" he was about to hug his son, forgetting where he was and what role he should be playing.

The kiss woke him up. "I'm doing hot," the boy answered, smiling. He shifted, presenting his body to the man underneath him.

The hero tried hard not to go into full panic as he didn't know what to do with his son acting as a sex object. Instead he just stroke his hand through the blond locks, remembering doing this to calm the boy down after having nightmares. He knocked the bunny ears off, going to the back of his head. Alex simply moved his body on the bead of the music, trying to touch the man in a arousing way. The man pulled the boy's head closer until their foreheads connected. He could see the with brown covered eyes looking in his.

Dick pulled back, looking confused at the man. Bruce couldn't do this either. Feeling his son grinding into him drove him mad. He wanted to shout at the boy. Tell him to stop and get dressed.

"You're dismissed."

He saw a flash of hurt in the boy's eyes. Dick didn't like this, that was obvious. He had probably insulted him. "But," the boy hung over the man, "If you want me to do something else, just tell me. I can do a lot, you know," He touched the broad chest before him, eyes half lidded.

"You are dismissed."

Bruce saw an emotion flash through the boy's face he couldn't quite place. "Fine," Alex moved away, picking up his bunny ears and walked off, pretty fast.

Bruce sighed, this would be a hard night.

-\/-

This never happened before. The men loved him. They couldn't get enough of him. Why did this man suddenly lost interest after almost demanding a session?

Alex looked at his reflection in the mirror. His bunny ears weren't straight on his head anymore and he could see tears shine in his eyes. Why would he cry over that man? Who was that man that his opinion even mattered to him?

"Alex, you're almost up," Carlos head looked past the slightly opened door. "Alex?" surprise was obvious in his voice. "Are you alright?"

He knew that the young prostitute had a short session but he didn't know that maybe something had happened. But seeing the eyes stare at the mirror, glistering of the moist told him enough.

"I'm fine," the boy sighed, blinking his upcoming tears away. "He doesn't know what he's missing out on," the boy murmured hoping the man wouldn't hear him and left after hearing he's fine.

"Alex," the man's voice sounded sincerely sorry. "Those things happens" The man entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"I know."

Carlos grabbed a chair and moved it next to Alex's before sitting down. "Apparently you do not."

The blonde boy frowned at the man, staying silent, making clear that his boss was not welcome.

"Alex, have you ever been turned down by a man?" the man continued anyways.

"Yes," the boy answered. "I've met many people despising what I do. I'm used to it. That man isn't the first."

There was a silence. Carlos looked at the young prostitute who simply looked at himself in the mirror.

After a few moments the boy continued. "I honestly don't know why that man made me this upset."

"That's alright," the man rose. "Just take your time and I'll call you when you have to perform."

Dick smiled at the club owner. "Thanks, Carlos."

The man winked before leaving the room.

The boy sighed. Brown eyes looked at him in the mirror. It felt like it was someone else watching him, not his own eyes. The odd feeling was whelming.

He had to calm down and stop overreacting. That man wasn't worth this at all!

-\/-

Oh God, why? Why had Dick to be the main act of the night?

The past ten minutes were hell, watching the boy dance on stage with the same smile he wore when he flew through a red and white striped tent. For ten minutes long he saw pants grow tighter around him as his son dragged his body over the pole.

At the moment Alex was hanging upside down on the pole, bunny ears falling off. He made a few turns around the pole before placing his hands on de ground and push himself away from cold steal and land in a bridge. He flipped further until he ended up on his feet again.

He took off his waistcoat in one swift motion and threw it off stage. Christopher bite his lips, hoping the boy wouldn't undress further.

"Would you like another drink, sir?"

Bruce was startled by the friendly voice beyond normal. He hand been so focused on his son that he didn't even notice the ebony girl next to him.

"Yes, that would be lovely," the man replied with a smile, eyes quickly finding the boy on stage again.

He could defiantly use another drink if Dick would go on like this.

-\/-

After the main show was over another part of the evening started. The part what involved the rooms. The shows weren't so spectacular anymore, the bar was now filled with both costumers and bunny dressed girls. A few girls had disappeared into the rooms.

Alex had placed himself at the bar, talking to a man. To Bruce's frustration it didn't stay only at talking. The two males kissed so now and then and the more they did, the longer the kisses became. Gotham's hero could only watch as he saw the man touch his son while kissing.

When this man was done he would take Dick away. This was the last he could allow. He couldn't handle to see more of this. It would be over soon. Soon he would be reunited with his son and nobody could take them apart anymore.

It soon seemed the man playing with the teen prostitute was out of money for the night and left. The time was finally there. Bruce rose and quickly made his way to the blonde boy.

"Hey."

Dick looked over his shoulder, surprise drawn over his face as the boy saw the man who had "dismissed" him earlier.

"Can I help you?" Alex asked, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"Well, yes you can," the man started. "I would like to arrange something with your boss."

He just wanted his boss, not him. That felt somewhat relaxing for the moment. "Sure, no problem," the blonde rose and lead him to the owner of the club.

"Carlos," The boy knocked on the door. "A costumer wants to talk to you."

The door opened showing Alex's boss. "Good night," the brown haired man greeted. "I'm Carlos, the club owner. Can I help you?"

"Good evening," Christopher shook the man's hand. "I'm Christopher. I would like to know if I could have a night with this boy. He's called Alex right?"

Alex's heart skipped a beat.

"Yes, this is Alex and what precisely where you thinking of, when mentioning "a night"?" the man asked, knowing this was the man who had dismissed Alex.

"Well, I don't like this public thing. I would appreciate some privacy, if you know what I mean," Christopher asked.

"You want to take Alex with you?"

"I thought you dismissed me earlier," The boy asked on his turn. "Why are you interested in me?"

"As I said, I don't like to be pleasured in public. I would like to invite you to a hotel for tonight. I'll pay for everything and I'll pay you twice all that you could have missed while away from the club."

"But we normally don't take our business outside the club," Carlos came in between. "Plus, It's not save in Gotham with the gang wars. I rather keep my personal here. Where I know it's save."

"I'll make sure Alex is save. He's in good hands," the man ensured. "And I know Alex is used to be a street prostitute. So this isn't new to him. And I'll leave my credit card here so you'll be sure I'll bring him back tomorrow morning."

"Alex, what do you think of it." Carlos turned to the blonde boy. "It's your choice."

"How much?" was all the boy asked.

"I'll pay for every hour a hundred and on top of that what I promised; twice the money you could have earned this night." The man explained.

Alex gasped. That was much! This man really wanted him, unlike he had thought before. "Okay, I'll do it." The boy smirked. The man might be a bit odd, but hell this was a rich bastard.

"You're sure? You can decline his offer, I'll understand if you do that," Carlos told the boy, holding him by his hand. "Nobody's forcing you."

"I'll be fine, Carlos," the boy smiled. "As Christopher said, I've done this before. I'm used to it."

"Okay then," Carlos let go of Alex's hand. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Here, as promised," The dark blond man gave his credit card to Carlos watching as Alex slipped into the changing room. He quickly dressed himself by pulling a boxer over his latex and leather thong, shoving a sweatpants over his boxer and pulling a shirt over his head. When he got out of the room he saw Christopher waiting for him, ready to lead the boy to their destination.

The young prostitute's eyes grew as he saw the car waiting for the both of them. "You really have the big money, don't you?"

Bruce matched the smirk his son was wearing. "I guess that's clear now," The man opened the door and gestured the boy to get in.

The boy quickly slipped in only to find his costumer following quickly and shutting the door. Alex noticed the dark tinted glass. The man really does like his privacy.

His hands quickly detected the leather feeling that was the seat, oh and looking down, he saw the car had a nice red carpet.

"So," the boy started before taking place on Bruce's lap. "Were shall we start?"

"Seatbelts," the man pointed to his already fastened one.

"Oh," the boy spoke a bit surprised. "Yeah, sure," the blond quickly sat back on his own place and grabbed the seatbelt. Even the basic seatbelt was replaced by one what seemed to be made of silky linen. He clicked it into the little box and looked back at the man on the other side of the car. The car started driving and it was silence for a moment.

"You have to act as my son when we enter the hotel," the man started. "It's not a place to take your prostitutes. But it has a great privacy policy and it's very lux."

The young prostitute nodded. "Fancy," he smiled. "So don't tell me you're a rich boy and a bad boy."

"Just a little," the man smirked back. "Why, Fancy rich, bad boys?"

"A little," the fake blond winked.

The man looked outside, through the tinted window. "Well we're almost there, so keep it in your pants for now."

"Can't promise anything."

Christopher laughed. "Good to know."

There was a knock and the little window between the driver's seat and the backseat opened. "May I inform you that we are about to arrive, sir," a thick British accent sounded and only a pair of blue eyes looked through the rearview mirror.

"Thank you Alfred," Alex's heart pounded at the mentioned name. Who did he know with that name? he didn't, did he? No he didn't. Yet it had a certain ring to it, as if he should know someone with that name. It felt like a faraway past, buried deep within his mind. He shook his thought away when he heard the click of an opening door. "I'll call you when I need you again. For now you're dismissed."

"Have a good night sir," was the last Alex could hear when he stepped out of the car before the door was shut behind him. He simply followed the dark blond male into the hotel what seemed to be made of platinum from the outside. When he entered the building he saw it was even prettier from the inside. They entered via a thick red carped rolled to the counter where two men waited to help.

"Good evening," the man greeted in reply of the welcome they got. "I've booked a room under the name of Christopher Black."

"Yes, you've asked for room number 3015, with the view over the city, right?" the clerk asked.

"Indeed," Christopher confirmed.

"Then here is the key," the in red dressed clerk gave a little card. "Are you familiar with our keys?"

"Yes, I am, thank you."

"Then I wish you a wonderful stay at our hotel," the rich man took the card.

"Thanks, and good evening."

The two left for the elevators. They we're quickly at floor they had to be and made their way to the room. The floor in the corridor was glossy black and could be used as a mirror. The walls were creamy white and decorated with small golden details. The doors had the same pattern as the walls only more slim, fitting the door's size. Christopher held the given card against the small black box on the right side of the door, causing the door to open.

Opening the door revealed a panorama view over the city in its night time. The lid up city was stunning to see and gave the feeling of being outside. The windows were so big that there was no wall to see as they entered. The cold black floor changed into white soft carpet as the two entered the room. Almost in the center of the room was a round grand king sized bed made with pure white and champagne linen. There was a sofa in back of the room in the same champagne color as the bed. It all looked very modern and lux.

"You weren't kidding about it being fancy," the boy looked around him in awe.

The door closed with a soft click and Bruce fished a batarang out of his poked. He placed it at the door frame and it clamped into the white painted wood of the door and the champagne colored frame. He activated it and turned to the boy who had already taken a seat at the bed and looked at the city beneath.

"So, we're finally alone," Bruce made his way to the bed and took a place next to Alex. He could no longer keep it in and pulled the boy in a tight hug. "I missed you so much," he whispered in Dick's ear while holding his head with one hand, feeling the familiar soft hair of his son.

Alex was surprised by the sudden hug. The iron like arms held him very firmly but felt somehow very familiar. He was even more surprised though when he heard a whisper in his ear. He missed him? Why that? It's not like he had been away from him since they met. Or had they met before? He decided not to act on it and just stay still. Maybe this was the way that man liked it, holding people.

Who was he fooling, the way he was held was more like his mother used to do. The grip of a parent who was very worried and scared. But why was he held like this right now. Had Christopher confused him for somebody else. Maybe that boy Kid Flash was looking for. He had said their voices were practically the same.

After a very long hug the boy voiced a hum, causing Bruce to let go. "It's okay, Dick. We're alone. I've checked the room and secured it. You don't have to act anymore. It's over."

Alex frowned. "I," the boy muttered. He sighed. "That's not my name," he eventually decided to say.

"As I said, its save now."

"You're confused!"

"It's me, Bruce," the man gestured to himself. "Your father."

"You are not my father!" the boy spat out too quickly for his liking. "I ran away from my father. You're not him."

"Richard," the man started as he watched the boy rise from the bed. "I've dyed my hair, but it's still me."

"You're crazy!" the boy shouted before taking a run for the door. He saw the batarang right away, not identifying it and its purpose, he tried to open the door. After fanatically pulling and hitting the door he turned around to face the man who stood before the bed. "Stay away from me!"

He should have known this would happen. Why would someone pay this much for him if not to buy him forever? Mike had warned him for this. For people who wanted to keep him as some sort of pet. As their personal sex toy. He probably hadn't even planned to pay him anyway. He just wanted to kidnap him or something. Or maybe even threaten him into doing things.

The man claiming to be Bruce stepped closed, a worried glance in his eyes. Though that wasn't what Alex saw. He saw a big and strong man corner him in a closed room. What if he was planning to kill him and Christopher was a made up name so they couldn't track the murder to him.

Bruce grabbed his hand. "Dick, please, I'm not going to hurt you."

The touch made the boy snap and he started to struggle to get free. He started to shout en scream as he tried hard to run away from the man.

"Dick, stop! Stop this! I am not going to hurt you!" the man tried hard to hold the boy firmly as the young teen tried hard to escape.

Alex noticed the grip wasn't loosening so he turned around and tried to hit and kick the man. Maybe if he could do enough damage he could escape. Bruce tried hard to stop the teens arm and legs but eventually got a few hits.

"Okay, enough!" the man raised his voice as he grabbed the other hand of the boy and pulled the kid towards the bed and pinned him down on it. "Stop it! I'm on your side!"

The teen prostitute made a few attempts to get free but quickly realized he had lost the fight the second his right hand was caught too. Goosebumps spread over his body as the older male moved forward. An immense feeling of angst caught his throat as something snapped inside of him.

Suddenly a reflex kicked in as the boy pulled his leg up and his body followed in a rolling motion, connecting harshly with the chin of the man on top of him. The swift movement allowed Dick to get free and run for the door. By the time he reached the door he stopped. He turned around to see his father rub his chin and make eye contact. He panted as he let his body fall against the door and drop down to the soft carpet. Tears started to well up in his eyes as events of the day started to become clear. Alfred, that smile, his words, the whine, the way he was eyed, everything.

"Oh God," the boy whimpered as covered his face. "Oh my God!"

"Dick?" the man reached for the boy who had pulled up his legs, forming a little ball. "Dick," the man whispered as he brushed his hand through Richard's hair. "It's okay."

The teen looked up and Bruce met a wet face. Dick suddenly grabbed his father and slammed his face into his father's shoulder. He felt so broken and before he knew sobs where bubbling up in his throat.

Bruce simply held the boy as the sobs grew more violently. He rubbed soothing circles on the boys back as the small body shook against his from the sounds escaping his lips. It broke his heart to hear the sobs what sounded like an internal war breaking free inside his son. The last time he heard crying like this was in an white and red striped tent, four years ago.

So, this means we're finally in the next part of the story. A part you guys have been screaming for! ;)
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