.n..

Willie had tried to keep a low profile but that was easier said then done. The rumors of his being gay had run through the school like wildfire and he was being harassed more then ever. His only saving grace was Blaze and at first she only stuck up for him because he was tutoring her in advanced chemistry. Luckily Blaze wasn't the average popular girl. She'd actually been kinda nice to him.

Blaze came running into Willies apartment yelling.

"Hey, Willie, Willie… guess what."

Willie poked his head out of the book he was reading to see Blaze waving a vid screen in his face, but before Willie could even get a chance to read the screen, Blaze was already shouting out the information.

"I got an A on my Chemistry test, An A, me; this is grounds for celebration. We're going out."

Willie looked up at her in shock. "What do you mean… we?"

"I mean me and you hitting the dance club."

"You and I." he corrected.

He had hoped that, this would side track her thought process enough for her to for get about the whole going out thing.

"What?" Blaze was a little confused until Willie started to explain.

"You said me and you, its; you and I…"

"Enough with the tutoring Willie, I just got an A on a really hard test, let me enjoy the moment."

"Fine have your moment." Willie smiled at her and through up his hands. Then it was back to reading his paperback book.

"So what are you going to wear?"

Damn, it didn't work. When Blaze sets her mind to something there's no turning back, and Willie could tell that her mind was set. Blaze had been trying to get Willie to go clubbing with her for the last two weeks. Willie had turned her down each time, making up one explanation after another, but this time Blaze would take no other answer other than yes. She had gone through his clothing to pick out something club worthy for him to wear.

"Where are we going?"

Blaze grin at the question. "Clubbing, I told you that."

"Which club?"

"Vertigo."

"Blaze, I really don't have the clothing that will get me into vertigo, let alone the look."

"I'm sure we can find something in here." She said wile tossing another article of his clothing in the trash. "That's never to be worn again."

There was a small pile of clothing on the bed and a larger pile in the garbage. Willie had rushed to the trash can to save the next garment that blaze deemed unfit to be worn.

"Hey that's my lucky shirt."

"You're right, it's lucky it made it on to the sales rack." Blaze was really surprised when she didn't find anything worthy to be worn.

"You know Willie for a gay guy you really have no grasp of style, but that's nothing a little shopping can't fix, anyway I'll swing bye tomorrow an pick you up so we can go shopping."

Willie had made it half way to the trash can to liberate his clothing when he heard Blaze.

"And don't even thing about taking those rags out of the trash!"

.n..

Terry had been trying to bump in to Willie sense their meeting in the park. He was sure Willie was avoiding him, but soon that would all change. Blaze was throwing a privet costume party at club vertigo and Dana, Mel, and Max were all invited. It was the talk of the school, other then Willie being gay. The invites only went to a few people and they could bring any one person they wanted. Dana had invited Terry, even though the relationship was on rocky grounds, Mel was bringing Dean and Max had asked Eli.

Everything was going well. He had picked up his new costume from the shop a day early, all he had to do now was rent a car or better yet see if Mr. Wayne would let him use one of his.

Terry picked up his phone and started dialing the number.

"Hi Mr. Wayne. It's me Terry."

"I know who this is. I'm old not dumb. The phone was silent for a moment. I don't have all day McGinnis".

Terry hesitated for a moment then blurted out. "Ah. Yeah right. I was calling cause I have this cool party I'm going to, I got my costume, the flowers and I'm going to pick up the candy soon but I don't have enough money to rent a car and that's where I was kinda thinking maybe you would let me use one of yours. Just for the night I'll bring it right back….

"Ok McGinnis."

"Without a scratch I promise. You won't even notice it's missing. Well you would notice its missing…"

"Terry, Terry."

"But you know what I mean."

"I said…"

"C'mon Mr. Wayne."

"Yes."

"Oh, Thanks."

Terry hung up the phone before he could make a bigger ass out of himself. Bruce just sat in bed holding his cell phone.

"We're going to have to work on those listening skills Mr. McGinnis."

.n..

Bruce went back to punching in information into his computer, over the last few days Foxteca industries have been having technical problems with a number of their factories. Bruce believed it was sabotage. There's only one person that Bruce could think of who could be that underhanded, Powers.

Bruce picked up his phone and called Wayne/Powers Inc.

"Hello Mr. Wayne. How my I help you today?"

"Get me a meeting with Powers. Tomorrow at five."

"Sorry Mr. Wayne but Mr. Powers is in late meetings all day tomorrow."

"I don't care if he was in a meeting with God tomorrow. Tell Powers that I'll see him at five."

"But, But Mr. Wayne I can't do that."

Click. The sound off the phone hanging up was the last thing she heard.

"Mr. Wayne, Mr. Wayne. Powers is not going to like this."

Bruce was sure that Powers would meet with him; after all he was still a major mover and shaker within the company and Powers was no fool, a conniving crook but defiantly not a fool.

.n..

Terry had picked up the car Bruce lent him a day early. He thought it would be nice to take Dana out before going to the club. Mr. Wayne had given him the night off or as much of the night off as he could.

Terry took Dana to the cougar's hockey game, it was her favored team. It was going great, he had the popcorn and the soda. The cougars where winning and Dana was happy. His relationship looked like it was saved. Everything was perfect or so he told himself.

Dana was having the time of her life, and Terry was happy for her. However he couldn't stop thinking of that Kiss. Everything felt so unresolved. If only Willie would have listened to him in the park that night. Terry was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear Dana talking to him.

"Terry, did you even hear what I said?"

"Um, no sorry. Why what's wrong?'

"Nothing, you just seem out of it lately. I think that Mr. Wayne guy is working you to hard."

Terry's thoughts had drifted back to Willie again when he felt Dana poke him.

"Terry! I was talking to you. What's with you lately?"

"Nothing." Terry's phone began to ring.

"Don't answer it, just let it ring."

"It's Mr. Wayne. I have to take this."

Terry picked up his cell phone and in minutes he was packing his things.

"Sorry Dana but I have to go."

"Terry!"

"Mr. Wayne needs me."

"Then maybe you should be dating Mr. Wayne."

"Dana C'mon, look I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Terry was in his bat costume and on his way to one of Foxteca's Factories. He was surprised at what he found; there were obvious signs of foul play. Not to mention that tar thing that he had to fight. This night was turning out to be more of a pain in the ass then anything.

At the rate he was going he wasn't even sure he would make it to Blaze's party anyway. Not that he thought Dana would mind. She was probably still mad at him for ditching her at the game and he couldn't even blame her, but what really got to him was that he wasn't even really upset about it. He felt bad that he had to ditch Dana, but in truth he wasn't really all there anyway. His thoughts kept drifting back to Willie and that kiss, god that was one hell of a kiss. After dropping off the samples he found to Bruce he went home.

It was almost past one when he walked through the door.

"Hi mom I'm home."

"Where the Hell have you been, I was up half the night worried about you."

"Mom, its only 1:10."

"Terry I was worried about you. Dana called when she got home from the game to see if you got in and that was over an hour ago."

"What did she say?"

"She said she wanted to talk. But that's beside the point, I asked you a question, where were you all night?"

"I was at work, helping Mr. Wayne."

"Give me a call next time and let me know, instead of having me worry like that."

"Ok mom."

"Oh and Dana said she left a message on your cell phone and that it was important."

"Thanks mom."

Terry went to his room and checked the messages on his cell phone.

Hi Terry it's me, Dana. Look I don't thing this is going to work. Lately it seems like you have all the time in the world for everyone but me and when you do make time for me you're not all there. I guess what I'm trying to say is that maybe we're not cut out for each other. I need some time away from you and I know it sounds funny cause all this started because of us not spending enough time with each other. Anyway I don't think it would be a good idea for us to go to Blaze's party together. Sorry Terry but I'll be taking someone else.

.n..

Tonight was the big night and everyone was getting ready. Blaze had arrived earlier in the day to take Willie shopping as she had promised. They had arrived at the mall around noon, plenty of time for Blaze to find something that would make even Willie look good. Blaze took Willie from store to store trying on one garment after another.

"Hey Willie look at this shirt, I think it would look nice on you."

The shirt was gaudy in Willies opinion. A metallic blue with a hint of silver.

"Um, I don't think that's my kind of thing."

"That's the point; it looks nothing like anything you would wear. People won't know what hit them when they see you in this."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

"Just, trust me."

Willie held up the blue shirt. "You're making it kind of hard."

Blaze gave him a look that said it all and then she pulled him into hot topics.

"Blaze this is definitely not my kind of thing."

.n..

"Hey Terry, wake up. You've been in bed all day. It's all ready two o'clock."

Matt had been jumping on Terry's bed for the last fifteen minutes. Usually Terry would have thrown Matt out of his room by now, literally. But to day Terry just didn't seem in the mood. Matt stopped jumping on the bed and sat down next to his brother. He placed his hand on Terry's forehead.

"What are you doing Matt?"

"I'm checking to see if you're sick."

"I'm not sick."

"Then what's wrong with you."

"Nothing."

"Then why didn't you pick me up and toss me out of your room like you always do."

"I don't know, I just didn't want to I guess."

Matt stopped what he was doing and looked Terry straight in the eye. His small hands ran over Terry's face, pulling back eyelids and checking his ears and mouth. Matt looked at his brother as if he where covered in spots.

Questioning eye's glared into Terry's as two tiny fists made there way up into a defensive position.

"Who are you and what have you done with my brother?"

Terry just rolled over and Ignored Matt, everything was going wrong and Matt hated to see his brother this upset, especially if he wasn't the cause.

"Hey Terry I know what'll cheer you up. Put these on, where going out for ice cream. You're driving and I'm buying."

Matt ran out of the room. "Hey mom, can I have some money. Mom, where are you."

Matt Poked his head back in to Terry's room. "Can I borrow some money?"

.n..

Willie was put in a set of tight dark brown leather pants with lots of buckles on them and a Renaissance laced shirt, Blaze picked out a set of black leather boots and a black noble mans coat that matched the time and era. She had set out to make him a lord of the land or at least of the club.

By the time Blaze was done Willie really did look like a noble man.

"Now you look damn hot." Blaze stated in triumph. "Do I do good work or do I do good work."

Willie felt uncomfortable in the getup, but the casher assured him that he was defiantly not going to live that party alone.

"How much is it."

"Your total is $758.97."

Blaze looked at Willie. "Well pay the man."

"I only have $115 left on this card."

"what did you spend all your money on."

Willie pointed to that ground cluttered with bags of clothing.

"Well if someone didn't throw out all my clothes."

"Willie you have to buy this outfit, you don't have any more money?"

"I have another cash card in my car."

"Ok, good, give me your car keys I'll go get it and you can change back into that nice outfit we got you."

Willie really didn't have much of a choice, seeing as how Blaze left with all his other clothing.

.n..

Matt had dragged Terry all over the mall, in and out of stores all day.

"Matt aren't you tired yet."

Matt yarned. "Nope. I said I was going to every store in this mall and that's just what I'm going to do."

Matt pointed at the store with the cool leather clothing and costumes in the window. It was the Batman costume that caught his eye.

"Terry look its Batman c'mon, I wanta get a closer look." Matt dragged Terry into Hot Topics.

"Matt, Slow down, the store's not going anywhere.'

Matt looked at the casher and pointed at the Batman costume. "Do they have this in my size?"

"Sorry, I think we're all out of the one in your size."

"Well how much is that one?"

"Matt! I'm not getting you that."

"Why not?" Matt pouted. "I got you ice cream."

The casher looked at the kid and smiled. "I think this might be out of his price range kid, heck it's out of mine and I work here."

"My brother can afford it; he works for that Wayne guy of Wayne/Powers. C'mon Terry get it for me. I promise I won't bug you for a whole year"

The casher looked at Terry, at the same time Terry was looking at Matt.

"Ok maybe more like a week or two said Matt."

"Are you Terry McGinnis?" said the casher questioningly.

"Yeah."

"You know my brother?" Piped Matt. "Is he famous or something by working for that Wayne man, cause if so I think you should let us have the Batman costume for free?"

"Sorry, kid no luck in that happening. But I do have a Zorro costume with his name on it."

"Zorro, you're going as Zorro. I would have picked like captain Death storm or Nightwing or something but Zorro."

"Would you like to try it on?"

"No thanks, I won't need the costume anyway."

"Why not aren't you coming?"

Terry turned around to see Blaze standing next to him, waving a cash card at the casher.'

"Nope, Dana decided to go with some one else."

"Hey Terry" Matt tugged on his sleeve. "Go put it on, I want to see what Zorro looked like."

"Not right now Matt."

"Go on Terry." chided Blaze.

"Fine."

Terry came out of the changing room looking like a hunk. There was no way Blaze was letting him not come to the party when she know he would be looking like that.

"So, I'll see you at the party right McGinnis. I'll make sure your names on the guess list."

.n..

Willie had been fussing with the zipper on his costume. He was in there for almost 10 minutes when he herd blaze call to him.

"Hey Willie I'm going to the restaurant next door."

"Ok."

Willie was walking out of the changing room just as the guy in the Zorro costume was heading in, the man stopped and looked at Willie, his dark gray eyes swept over Willie's frame.

Willie had trouble remembering to breath. The strangers face was masked like every Zorro before him, but those eyes and that smile look very familiar.

Terry never imagined Willie could look so hot; his new clothing hugged him in all the right places. He felt his pants becoming a little tight. The hall space between the changing rooms was almost non-existing.

Terry could tell that Willie was to awe struck to do much else but look at him. That gave Terry the confidence he needed to talk to Willie, not that he wouldn't have tried to talk to him before, somehow the mask made Terry feel empowered. It's almost like the same feeling he gets when he puts on the bat-suit.

"Do I know you." muttered Willie as Terry's body pressed by him in the cramped space.

Willies eyes drifted down to the apparent hard-on, which the man sported. Willies shuttered with the feel of this stranger pressed up against him. The stranger boldly lend into the contact, causing there to be a little more friction then there would have been.

Terry was almost stunned when he felt a matching hardness brush a crossed his. He couldn't stifle the groan of pleasure that came from him, before Terry even got the chance to answer the question a set of talented lips were pressed against his.

Willie didn't know what to do but he'd be damned if he did nothing. He just didn't have a clue as to what that something should be. This stranger was driving him mad. Making him have wet dreams of anyone that came close to having the same physique as him, and god what a body it was.

But it was the groan that sent Willie over the edge and into daredevil mode. As the man pressed closer so did Willie. He waited until he could feel the stranger's breath on his lips. Then he leaned in for a kiss. Willie was determined to make this kiss last for as long as he could.

Terry's world just got a hell of a lot more complicated. This was the second time he was kissing Willie Watts, and this time was better then the last. He pushed Willie into one of the changing stalls, all the wile not breaking the close contact of their two bodies.

This was pure Nirvana, hands pressing and groping through fabric. Wild kissing on necks, palms and chest, Terry kissed every part of Willies body that had a bruise on it the night he'd found him. He wanted to make sure that Willie was ok; although it had been weeks and all the evidence of that night would be gone, but Terry needed to know Willie was ok for him self.

Willie pulled back to catch his breath, when he heard the man chuckle. "I don't know about you but I couldn't for get a kiss like that."

"I knew it was you." muttered Willie.

"And you just couldn't resist confirming it with a kiss." Teased Terry.

The grin on the strangers face told Willie that he was only joking, that and the fact that the man was still lapping his neck with kisses. This time it was Willie who groaned witch maid Terry deepen his kiss even more.

Terry lifted Willie up and pined him against the wall, Willie feet dangled about four inches off the ground which put him at the same height as the stranger. It was then that Willie realized that he still didn't know who this man was.

"Who are you?"

Terry smiled at the question, then grinded his hips together with Willies. "Zorro." He whispered as he intensified the pressure and the pace. Willie clamped down on the strangers shoulders with all his might. He was trying his best not to come in his pants, especially now; seeing as how Blaze took all his other clothes to the car.

"No!" Willie panted. "What's you real name."

Terry increased his pace; pumping and thrusting into Willie, driving the younger boy slowly mad. He could hear Willie's moans becoming louder, the hands at his shoulders were squeezing as tightly as they could trying to hold on to some form of control. He kissed Willie deeply to stifle the whimpers of pleasure. The last thing he wanted was for Willie to walk out of here embarrassed. He replaced his lips with his ring finger, sliding it in and out of Willies mouth with ease. Leaning in close he nibbled at the younger boys earlobe. In a husky voice filled with lust Terry whispered. "You want to know my name."

By this time Willie could do nothing more then shake his head as a reply. All of his higher functions were shutting down on him as his body tensed up. He wrapped his legs around the strangers hips, Willie wanted maximum contact. The man was whispering something in his ear as Willies body fever pitched into overload.

"My Name is Terry McGinnis, so now…"

Willie exploded. He only regained enough of his mental processes to he the stranger finish his sentence before he left.

"…you know the name of Zorro."

Willie had ruined his new pants, but what upset him more was the fact that he was to bubble headed with lust to hear Zorro's real name. He quickly gathered his things when he realized that he couldn't go out their with a large come stain soaking through his pants.

Then he remembered Zorro shoving something in his hands. He looked around for what he had been given and found black cargo pants with the letters TM running down the sides. The pants were a little to big but they would do for now.

Willie slipped them on and adjusted them so that they'd look ok. He'd just stepped out of the changing room when he saw Blaze walking his way. She had just finished talking to Terry.

"I was about to come in there after you, what took you so long."

"My zipper got stuck." It wasn't a complete lie. "What did he want?"

Blaze knew that Willie hated the jocks and he had good reason to. The jocks had bullied him for years now and Terry was a jock although not a bully, Blaze had tried to get Willie to give Terry a chance but to Willie, Terry was just another jock that would beat him up if he got the chance.

"Who? You mean Terry."

"Yes, Terry."

"Well, wile you were fighting with your zipper me and his little brother went to grab a bite."

"Oh."

Blaze didn't feel it was necessary to tell Willie that she had invited Terry to the club, that would just give him a reason to say he wasn't going and she'd be damned if she let him do that. Blaze gave him a once over.

"You look hot." Then she noticed his pants. "Um, Willie when did you get letter pants."

"oh, I got them not to long ago."

"Well next time get them done in your Letters. WW not TM. I'm telling you newbie's need to be supervised at the mall."

Blaze hopped in Willies car insistent on driving her self home."

.n..