Title: Prey (03 0f ?)

Author: Urania Chang

Fandom: X-Men (movie&comic)/Batman Begins Crossover

Pairing: Cyclops/Batman; Scott Summers/Bruce Wayne

Beta: secretthought

Warning: Slash (but nothing happened in this chapter), with possibly OOC Batman(I know nothing about him except from the movies and Lego Batman)

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Not mine, but if I ever got a hold of Scott Summers, not even Emma could take him away from me!

Ps. If there are still mistakes, you know it's my fault. :P
Author's Note:I've decided to make this story as an open-ending one, which means it won't have a definite ending to this crossover, I'll go along with it for as long as I can and whenever I have an idea, this way the writing won't become a burden and kill the interests.

After letting Rogue take the boys to the med-lab and shutting down the blackbird, Scott made his way towards his room intending to get a shower to wash off the feather-like feelings lingering on his body after his encounter with the Batman. Hopefully this gives him the opportunity to think about the situation with a clearer head. It didn't bother Scott much that Bruce Wayne was a man; he had always been bi, just never outwardly acted on it. All the other Original Five members and the Professor knew about it though, but he wasn't sure about Alex. His little brother might freak out, but not over the gay thing mind you, but the "Scott?! My be-all-and-end-all big brother likes MEN?!" thing. Not to mention Corsair and Nathan, um...that's another story to deal with. Oh, and the rest of the team...well, there was no need to give them one more piece of news to gossip about. Lord knows how imaginative his fellow mutants could be sometimes, especially when they were bored. He was only glad that Logan and Hank weren't nearby, or they would have caught the smell of pheromone all over him in less than a heartbeat. You just weren't supposed to come back from a mission with stench of sex anyway, well probably with Gambit as an exception but definitely not him, not Scott Summers. Nope.

Of course, there was no way he would be so lucky- Jean was standing right outside his room, looking rather grumpy. Which wasn't such a surprise since she had been awfully moody after she absorbed the Phoenix Force and finally got herself a codename. That was about the only good thing the alien entity brought to them, because everything else just slowly but surely fell apart around Scott. His love for Jean and hers for him, their promise to each other, their life and future -- all started crumbling under the weight of Jean's instability. His rapport with her no longer existed; arguments filled their days and turned into fights, all leading to their final decision of breaking up after months of painfully struggling for a way to get back to when things were perfect for them. When they had the comfort of knowing and understanding each other without a single word spoken. Maybe that was their real issue; they were no longer able to communicate. Jean went to Logan almost immediately. Scott wasn't particularly hurt or upset, since he was already too tired to care and wished for nothing other than a quiet night without having to shout or yell at his top of lungs or attempting to avoid flying objects. He just wanted peace.

But Jean's problem obviously remained even though she was with Logan. They started the yelling routine less than one week after they got together and Logan asked for a solo mission right after the second week, it didn't help calm Jean's agitation. Scott would feel sorry for both of them if he hadn't been emotionally drained already, so he chose not to get involved. Instead, he chose to spend time with Warren, Hank, Bobby, Alex and Nathan, occasionally with Gambit (whenever he broke up with Rogue) and tried to steer his life back on track. It worked for him, since he was feeling better and more like his old self. Though he was a bit lonely, mostly because of missing the sexual aspect of a relationship. He was not one to indulge in masturbation or one-night stands, but the need was growing steadily stronger. It was probably one of the reasons why he responded to the other man so fast and almost lost his head tonight.

"Scott!"

Jean's sharp tone snapped him out of his thoughts, and he groaned inwardly before replied. "What do you want, Jean?"

Jean gave him a hard look that twisted her soft features, something Scott was so familiar with after seeing it on her face for nearly a year, after she became the Phoenix. "I want to get back together."

Scott could only stare at her blankly, until his mind processed the meaning of her words. "What-why? What about Logan?"

"It's not working, him and me. He is not what I need."

With his mouth hanging open for a good ten seconds, Scott snapped it shut with visible force. Memories danced in his mind, images of: him and Jean arguing, fighting night over frustrating night, him storming out of their bedroom, her TK throwing everything- including their wedding photo at him. Their friends watching with hopeless concern, playing smoothly like a well-edit slide until it rolled to the unrelated. The last, yet freshest image was of the armor-clad man with a rich, deep voice and dark-brown eyes, whose warmth was all over him no more than half an hour ago. Warmth he hadn't had and had been craving for so long without being aware of it.

"No. I'm sorry, Jean, but we can't- I can't get back with you." She was about to say something, but Scott wouldn't let her. He had to make it clear and final with her. "You forgot that it didn't work out between us as well. I'm sorry, Jean, really, but I've tried. I think maybe what you need right now is to make peace with yourself, me, Logan, the Professor or anyone else. We won't be able to do that for you, we'll be there for you but first you have to find your balance, and it's something you need to do on your own." With that, he moved past her and went in his room- he really needed his shower.

The next few days went blissfully normal, giving Scott enough time to put his little affair with Batman into a tiny box labeled 'Just aone time thing' and shove it to the back of his mind. Never mind what the older hero said when leaving the aircraft, the man was probably trying not to be rude. It certainly would make Batman look like an asshole if he just parted without saying anything, or worse, saying something alone the lines such as 'That feels great, really, I figured that both of us could use some release, guess I was right and it was even better than I thought, pity the circumstance wasn't right to do the whole thing. Well, got to go, busy schedule, surely you understand, right? Maybe we can finish the whole deal some other time.' Although, Scott was pretty sure that Bruce Wayne wasn't one who would lack lady friends for this sort of thing…and come on, like he didn't know which super heroines the Justice League had? Bobby drooled at those girls/women on a daily basis and thus annoyed the girls/women on his team, and Scott refused to be dragged into the age-old sex war… and he was surely experienced both as a businessman and a playboy to know better. Maybe it was simply an adrenaline driven impulse so strong that it just had to be taken care of there and then, but Scott wasn't about to complain, he needed it anyway. Just didn't realize it until he was confronted by the need. He was glad that Batman had stomped on the brakes before things got out of hand (traumatizing the two boys with live sexual intercourse wasn't what considered their rescue method protocol the X-Men aspired to for mutants).

There was another thing on his mind; just how much did Bruce Wayne know? So far, he knew a lot about his life, and it unnerved Scott. It was not because Batman might somehow spill the X-Man's secrets (not that he had many). The armor-clad superhero fought as ferociously, if not more, against evil as them, and the chance of him turning against the X-Men was as remote as the chance of Batman painting his bat-suit pink. But the mere thought of being so closely watched without him knowing still deeply bothered Scott; the world's best detective or not, an upgrade of the mansion's defense system was the first priority he had to ask Remy and Kitty to do. A cheery female voice startled him out of his thoughts; Jubilee poked her head into the recreation room to call out, a big smile threatened to split her lightly tanned face. He had forgot that he and the gum-popping teenager were the only ones left in the mansion this afternoon, everyone else had gone out. He was NOT being anti-social like Hank and Bobby teased when they were leaving, since Jubilee was never anywhere near the word and the fact that she was staying as well was proof enough. He was just...preoccupied with his thoughts, that's all.

"Hey, Scott, there's someone on the phone wants to talk to you."

"Thanks, Jubes. Who is it?" He made his way over to where the bouncy girl by the phone was, who could barely contain herself from jumping up and down.

"It's Mr. Wayne." Jubilee's eyes held a spark which gleamed whenever the kid found something exciting or another juicy piece of gossip material, completed with her voice going up another notch instantly. Apparently receiving a call from the famous billionaire was one of those things.

Scott stumbled to an abrupt halt. "Wayne? Bruce Wayne?"

"Yep. And his voice is sooooo sexy! Is he as good-looking as he looks on TV? Come on, Cyke, you met him at the party! A girl has to know everything about a hunk like Bruce Wayne. I can't believe you didn't tell me right away! That's mean!" The girl started bubbling, as usua l. One of Jubilee's most charming characteristics, but sometimes could be annoying as hell. Seeing, or rather, sensing Scott was glaring at her, she shut up wisely and threw up her hands in exasperation. "Fine, I'll just go away." She turned and walked back into the rec room, she called out from inside before Scott could pick up the phone. "You still have to tell me how he looks in person!"

Shaking his head, Scott knew the young resident firecracker well enough that if he didn't fulfill her teen curiosity he wouldn't be able to enjoy any moment of peace for the rest of his life, a fate worse than being left alone in Antarctica in his opinion (Gambit might argue with him about it, but Lebeau was the type who'd rather die than eat alone). Turning his attention back to the phone with the other man waiting on the other end of line, wondering what had prompted Wayne to make this call, Scott took a deep breath and picked up the receiver carefully as if he were mere seconds from facing a combined attack of Apocalypse, Onslaught and Sinister. It's probably just business-related, something about the mob I took out or the boys, quit over-analyzing, Summers. "Hello?"

"Scott?"

Since when were we on a first-name calling basis? "Yes. Mr. Wayne, can I help you?"

"Please, call me Bruce." The man's voice was as deep and vibrant as if he was standing right beside him. Scott had to fight down an urge to shudder and remind himself that Bruce Wayne wasn't anywhere near him at this moment. This is getting more and more ridiculous; the man is not even here! Get a grip, Scott, you can do this! "Er...sure. Can I help you?...Bruce?" Well, wasn't as hard as I thought it would be...GET YOUR MIND BACK TO PRESENT SCOTT SUMMERS! The mental kick had the desired effect and Scott's wandering mind snapped back to the on-going conversation.

Bruce Wayne chuckled. He CHUCKLED. Like he knew every thought went through Scott's head, and that, didn't matter what the reason was, annoyed Scott Summers, or the Cyclops part in him. "Well?" He demanded impatiently.

"Nothing too dramatic, I just want to know if you'd like to have dinner with me tonight. Just you and me."

Scott blinked at the invitation, because seriously, did Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, just ask him out? Maybe he should tell Jubilee that, surely she will squeak, or faint, or probably do both at this information (personally, he would prefer she chose the second option much more).

"Well?" If Scott didn't know better, he would have thought that Wayne was mocking him, but not really, the man was too sophisticated to do such a thing so blatantly, more like a prompt, because Scott was completely silent. Why the hell not? Bobby has kitchen duty tonight and I know I'm not looking forward to having donuts and instant soup for dinner. "Sure, I'm available."

"Excellent, I'll have my driver to pick you up at 7:00 pm, you don't need to dress up. It's just a private diner two friends of mine recommended, I want us to be...casual about this, are you okay with the arrangements, Scott?"

"Er...yes. That sounds good." What else to say? Bruce Wayne seemed to have everything planned, like he knew Scott would agree to go, he probably even knew that they would have donuts for dinner tonight. Scott just knew that he *knew* and Scott was determined to find out why the billionaire knew so much about them, about him, Batman or not. Someone in the mansion had been leaking out their information, unwittingly, of course, and never anything obviously important, but detailed enough to let other people piece something together for their purpose, people such as the world's best detective. "If there's nothing else..."

"No, see you then, Scott. I'm looking forward to meeting you tonight." Again, the rich voice, lacking none of its ability to send down a shudder even via telephone. Scott accepted it, even welcomed it, what's the point in denying if you had no other choice but embraced it?

"Likewise, Mr...I mean Bruce."