Nineteen-year-old Chris Myer peeked his head out of the door to his room inside his family's manor. One of the wealthier families in Gotham City, the Myers were among the higher-respected and higher class of citizens in Gotham's society.

It was up until his senior year that Chris wouldn't be doing what he was doing at the moment. Brought up as a polite young man under the conservative roof of George Myer, Chris was thought upon kindly of his father's business associates. When he attended an upper class party one night in his senior year, Chris was met by a mysterious man named Jonas Samuels, who was a hired hand to mob boss Carmine Falcone.

Falcone hired Chris for his good looks. While he was only eighteen, the young man was lean and slender, with plump and shapely lips and arched, thick eyebrows. Full cheeks and an angular face, accompanied by deep blue, almond-shaped eyes, added to his handsome physique, and his muscular limbs were a result of acrobatic training that he had taken to go out for sports teams.

The crime boss hoped for the young man's features to elicit information from Falcone's enemies. At first, Chris had rejected this job, but eventually took it due to the offers of money that he had received from the older man. By the end of his senior year, Chris built up his acrobatic skills and his espionage and seduction skills. Unwillingly, he had attracted the attention of numerous eyes from his school.

A week ahead of this day, Chris was contacted by Samuels—who had remained in contact with Chris throughout his career—and the older man had told Chris that he had made the acquaintance of an employer who wished to give Chris a token of his esteem and to hire him for a few missions. Chris agreed to it, and was now heading out to meet with his newest employer.

Chris slowly crept from his room, tiptoeing slightly. He had lied to his father and mother, telling them that he was going to bed early. They had bought it without a hitch; furthermore, Chris's father George was going to take his wife, Melissa, to a meeting with her counselor. Melissa was susceptible to random fits and outbursts, one of the factors that led to his disapproving thoughts of her and his father.

Chris snuck down the stairs quickly. His father was downstairs in the living room with his mother; if he moved quickly and quietly enough, he would be able to evade them. As he kept his head low, Chris moved swiftly towards the door. Stopping to listen for any movement, he heard no noise.

Slowly, he smiled as he opened the door slowly and rushed out into the night.

Chris kept his head down as he moved down the street, hands in his pockets. Several men and women littered them, huddled around fires. The Gotham weather had been rather cold in the past days, so it wasn't an uncommon sight to see the fires peppered throughout the streets.

The uncommon thing was that Chris was in a lower class street. Yes, he was often kept away from the dirtier parts of the city, confined to the high class estates and roads that richer families lived at. But the young man had found that most of his business took place in these lowly alcoves that he was walking through.

Somewhere distant, Chris could've sworn he heard a scream. A gunshot. Another scream. It was something that he had learned was abundant in the bad parts of Gotham. So far, in his career, Chris hadn't encountered anything too dangerous. Only a few scuffles here and there. Falcone, among other employers, had posted incognito security details near the places of business, so he felt fairly secure during his engagements. And the guards he had must've been good, because to this day, he wasn't sure which men were his bodyguards and which were just the normal passerby.

Chris checked his cell phone. Samuels had sent him an accompanying text that held the address of Chris's contact. "2249 Belmont Avenue," he muttered under his breath. He looked to the street sign at the end of the road. It said that Belmont was on the left.

Quickly following these instructions, Chris turned and moved down the dark street. A few dimly lit lampposts were scattered along the road, but a few either had no lights or were busted. Or both. He moved down the street, reading the numbers. Eventually, he came upon an abandoned place of business. The board with the establishment's name—something that looked like a florist's shop of some sort—hung above the door.

Slowly, Chris pulled the door's handle and took in a deep breath of air as he entered the building.

Chris clicked on the flashlight that was built into his phone. He carefully searched about the lobby of the store, but there was nothing to be seen. He could, however, see a light coming from the back of the store, from underneath one of the doors. He skeptically moved forward, his hands at the ready.

Once he got to the door, he raised a knuckle up to it and beat upon it slowly. "Hello?" he called softly.

A female voice—Chris felt that it sounded seductive—answered him. "Come on in."

Gulping, the young man cut off the light, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and pushed the door open and moved inside.

The first thing he noticed was that the voice wasn't the only thing that was seductive. The woman who owned the voice was very much the same. She's hot as all hell, Chris thought to himself as he stepped in. She was sitting on the edge of a couch, her arms wrapped around her legs. Sleeves that appeared too long for her came down past her fingertips, and, if he had to guess, Chris would've assumed she had no bottoms on. Maybe a small pair of panties or something, but other than that…she might as well have only had a top on.

Auburn-colored hair draped over her shoulders, and shimmering, red lips sat there, plump and almost begging to be kissed. Chris's own mouth quivered as he took in the gorgeous sight before him. Something seemed off about the woman though, despite her roaring beauty...

…Chris noticed that her skin bore an almost greenish hue to it…

Her red lips tugged upwards into a sly smile. "Come on," she said, reaching a hand down to rub the spot beside her on the rough old couch. "Take a seat," she added, licking her lips.

Chris moved quickly, taking a seat on the opposite edge of the couch. He suddenly realized that he was probably not putting on a good image, so he relaxed slightly and edged closer towards her.

"I…erm…I assume you're the contact I was to meet here?" Chris asked cautiously. The young woman smiled to him, her bright white teeth gleaming.

"Oh, yes. I contacted Mr. Samuels because I had something I'd like to give you."

Chris gulped. "Well…what is it?"

The woman slowly reached a hand down the front of her shirt, then quickly pulled it back out. She slowly unfurled her fingers, revealing a tube of chapstick. Chris had to do all he could to keep his eyes from lingering where she had taken it from. It was, after all, a prominent feature of her body.

Slowly, he reached his hand out and she placed the tube into his hand. She bit her lip as she inspected his face. "Samuels had told me that you were a handsome young fellow," she said, reaching a hand up to tuck a curl of his dark hair behind his ear. Chris felt his heart leap towards his throat at the touch. "But you are much better looking than he described you as."

Subconsciously, Chris let his mouth twist up into a smile. "Really?" he asked. She nodded, bringing her hand down to stroke his cheek. She had a delicate touch that was cool, yet warm at the same time. He quickly changed the subject. "Is this some special kind of chapstick?" he snapped quickly.

"Yes," she replied. "Whenever you put it on, your lips are coated in a formula that makes whoever you kiss invulnerable to you. They basically become your slave."

Chris's eyes widened. "Really?"

"Mhm," the young woman replied, taking it from his hand. "Would you like to test it out?"

The thought of kissing this girl was the thing that had been circulating through Chris's mind ever since he had laid eyes on her. He nodded, although he wasn't quite sure that he had meant to. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't going to, though.

As she applied it to her moist lips, Chris piped up: "How long does its affect last?"

"Well, it depends on how much of a coat you put on," she replied, finishing up applying it her bottom lip. She quickly went to do the top. "If you use one layer, it only lasts for about a half hour. If you use two, an hour, and so on."

She rubbed her lips together, smiling seductively to him. "You ready?"

Before he had even said no, the girl started to lean in towards him. Chris, naturally, did the same, and, within moments, their lips were locked. Before he knew what was happening, Chris was beginning to moan softly until the girl pulled back. Chris sat there, in a daze, as he blinked his eyes.

The girl's smile was still there. "Stand up, Mr. Myer." Chris slowly, without thinking, got to his feet. The woman stood up as well, her loose-fitting shirt stopping just mid-center of her bare thighs. "Repeat after me: 'I, Chris Myer,'" she started, crossing her arms.

"I, Chris Myer," he started, looking straight to her.

"…do so solemnly swear..."

"…do so solemnly swear…"

"…to follow any orders given to me," the woman finished.

"…to follow any orders given to me," Chris repeated, blinking again.

Quickly, the young woman smiled triumphantly. "See? Whenever I order you to do something, you do it."

Chris slowly nodded. "It's…brilliant."

"You're sure as hell right about that," she smiled, reaching a hand slowly to his chest. "Now…do you want to take the chapstick?"

Chris nodded again.

"Good," she replied, turning on her heel. "You can just wait around here for the next half hour, until the effects wear off." She stopped at the doorway, turning to him. "Until next time." She pressed an open hand to her mouth, blowing a kiss to him. Chris smiled, then called out:

"Wait! I forgot to ask your name."

But she didn't answer. Chris turned and saw a slip of paper on a desk pressed up against the wall. It read: Call me at 294-3787. – Pam

Chris smiled as he glanced back up to the door. He couldn't believe his luck.

Here's the fourth chapter! This time, we met young mister Chris Myer, submitted by Ramaeesh. And we got to meet a certain Batman character…what did you guys think of the introduction of both of these characters? Let me know in the reviews, and be sure to send me a PM with any questions. Thanks for reading, and I'll see you in the next chapter! And, for those who were wondering, Akihiko is Japanese.