/
This one is a military background and this will be, a controversial almost World War/revolutionary war type setting which I have zero experience in writing. Being Jewish, it's just a fascinating topic regardless or my moral in a fantasy and historical fiction setting so…. you have been warned. Dick is a part of a group of rebels banded together in a city under the regime of General Wilson. He gets caught and, sass before marriage? Slade decides to tip the scales and makes Dick his assistant, his main squeeze to get the revels out of hiding. It gets messy, he gets to sleep in a warm bed but one thing is uttered that he must never do. Find out! Suspense thriller piece.
/
Our Flag Still Flies; Part One: Dictation
Flying down the streets, the cavalry was ushering upon them all, war.
The peaceful city states of Bluddbechia (Bludhaven) and Gotemiln (Gotham) had been with daggers to their kings and lords' throats for a dozen or so centuries.
Such bloody wars had never been made to sacrifice so many, the Bluddbechia army being quite large and terribly determined to win this fight to the bitter end. The Gotemiln army was strong, yet the people were not determined enough that they could win, even when their great king sympathized a great deal with both sides and what they aimed to accomplish. Peace was his only goal and some called him a fool for praying too hard.
There was no tie, no retreat as nights were fought; staking bodies upon bodies about the castle grounds then, and by the next century a second war came along to have the children weep beside their parents once again.
None knew what to do, and if these bloody wars continued, would any of their sides see light to this brutal situation?
Years more than years. A century as the last straw had broken that camel to have it in retirement, something amazing had happen in that lone year…
Finally, the fighting had ended when a new warring battalion of soldiers and their leaders had come trotting over the horizon. The nations' leaders formed a truce and issued an iron clad treaty between the three nations, it was the Holy Riders of the Lost Nation of Jumperei. The saviors to have ended the great war. (JUMP City.)
One might call this band of warriors and knights the peace keepers of their world – that was then in the days of darkness, while now it was not.
Years went on and the band of heroes were heard of no more. The world was quiet.
Peaceful…. even.
Until.
Now, was a new war to turn the tides of man's accomplishments.
Within the country of Bluddbechia, there stepped out of the shadows a new General who had been assigned as the rightful leader of the entire nation. A ruler to take hold of the people remaining of both Gotemiln and the once venerated Jumperei, the last of these peace keepers could not arise from their graves or from wars fought and died in distant lands.
The sands of time had evened the score, and so the people again wept for peace to come.
Bluddbechia was a dominating superpower that could not be stopped by one single battalion, for the rumors told of an elixir the General had drunken to gain his hold over the people as he did it.
An elixir of eternal life.
So it was, that one night a lone messenger rode about on horseback over the fields as a gun sniped him at close at range. The end of his life, a sacrifice truly worth his days spent in the sun.
The man was carelessly dragged, blood leaking out of his chest as the soldiers marched that dusty road into another secluded village….one, housing the meeting place of rebels to the General's reign.
Which is where we find ourselves now in our story….
/
"They're coming."
Red haired, young and rather anxious, the son of now deceased Harper and Oliver Incorporated billionaire founder was left to huddle by the window and peek out the blinds to keep watch for his allies.
"Today, nineteen hundred four… the twentieth of August; Ruedbechian forces continue to seek out –
"What is with the journal, sister??" Wallace of Clod and Trot rentals was over the other's shoulder as Roy rolled his eyes with a click of his dry tongue. "This may be our last night as a family." He whispered.
"How so is that?" Rachele turned to her pens and inks beside her dear ally and the leader of their troupe, Richard. The woman was of a light shade to her face and body, yet her hair was of a raven's plumage. She had a fortune telling booth that was no longer allowed by way of the General's new laws and policies. Her home had been a place called Azaria, an old city with many mysteries before she'd fled a prophecy promised to her. That she would one day kill the saviors of this world. Of course, she only was superstitious by her upbringing, yet she could see the stars and they foretold to her so clearly at night…
The Band of Ravagers was the group he General had sent to put an end to the rebel army and its rise once more. For this, they cowered a d tried to come up with a better plan.
"There was corruption then, there is now… so what?" Rachele raised a finger to the calendar's new date. "One if us must document this place in history. Whether won or lost, there will only be our sacrifice in order to allow other generations to know the very truth."
"I couldn't tell ya how long it's been since I even went to a live play, or ate a perfect supper with my folks –
"GARRISON!" (GAR LOGAN.)
"Your family fled to find another army willing to die for the two, the Gotemiln army was battered in the last onslaught."
The man beside him was of both older and wider as Victor Stoneham turned to his leader.
The brilliant Richard, shoulder black hair and stunning yet skeptical blue eyes was a part of the household that controlled and helped to maintain all of Gotemiln. He puzzled over what to do, how they could save their city from utterly being terminated right under their noses.
However, the teenager was not from this city, he was adopted when his parents had lost their lives outrunning the army of the General's. The last knights, the Wayne household recipients and of course the Metropoli empire was nothing to scoff at as Victor knew this country from his birth parents. He also knew that they could not win without the army of the Jumperei.
"My father had a dream, to take the powers granted to the General and rip them from him to give us all a fighting chance." Victor balled his fists, only dreaming and hoping that his father and the other capital's scientists had not been eradicated as a means to bring the people to sacrifice far more to their tyrant.
"My father won't budge, I fear." Richard sighed and moved to seek a corner to brood and think while they still had time.
"What about a Trojan –
"No." The one person they were missing was not here to comment, for she was busy reviewing information to win their war behind closed doors.
"Has Korina (Kori Starfire) sent word yet of her location?" Ah, so that was it. The crew looked to him and all sighed in unison.
"Her mission was months ago, oh brilliant leader." Roy scoffed and took one more look to see if a lantern's glow was possible…
"Yet she did send word of a secret underground facility that housed an army of epic –
"Garrison, that could be a false lead. We cannot decipher those words so carelessly." Rachele shook her head, her arms splayed below a long dark shawl. "We must send word to Metropoli." She told them. "They are protected by the Lutherin (Lex) Government and he will not allow a takeover. We however, have no one left to stand up to their treacherous acts."
"But…. we can't just wait here to die, Rachele!" Whined the younger rebel son to two scientists now since passed on. He was adopted later into a family with a secret of epic rites that he'd not decided to pursue. They involved leaving the cities to burn, as this group was an organization that could travel through time and space.
Yet Garrison had a home now that he wanted to protect badly enough to die right beside them. They still had hope, their will and strength permitting, as he once again turned to their leader who was lost in thought.
"We have to try, Richard." He puffed out his chest to say. "Your father dies not bow to any monsters or criminals as this General has committed too many crimes."
"Did he not come after you while you'd been fleeing –
"Rachele!" Richard snapped, then lowering his tone to her. "That is in the past. I'm fully for my country, the other side cannot have me."
"But…didn't he come after you for revoking your rights as –
The door sounded loudly as a bang shot out among the group.
Garrison ran to get his makeshift weapons for the group, while Victor got together gear and ways to block the door.
It was too late as with a clatter and clash; the frame fell to reveal a striking picture of devastating chaos and balance.
/
"You are under arrest under the name of the General." The voice came from a man as tall as Victor yet not as sturdy in build. He wore a large rifle about his shoulder that looked different from the other common crafts – his eyes were not partly masked, yet his face was hardly easy to place in the dim moonlight.
Beside him was a pair; another younger boy with curly blonde hair and green eyes who stayed beside the third, a girl with short white hair and a patch about her left eye.
In service to the General, her father, it had come out for him to see her as trustworthy.
"Evening, rebel scumbags!" The long-haired enemy snickered at the terrified group. With the younger enemy holding his hands to his sides and stiff as a board beside his superiors, he wore special goggles of a high level of inventive engineering, the one thing they believed it to represent…
Soldiers, the underground project their comrade Korina had warned the team about was their reality. The General was no more an alchemist as the blonde boy rattled the minds of the group with a stare.
However, the rebels were not without their own strengths. Rachele was a mystic of her race; as powerful as the boy using a dangerous two – folded sorcerer's craft as this one. Richard was able to wield every weapon by his father's exact teachings. Though brutal, he'd never been one to crawl and hide as his chair fell over. Fists aching to send the General news of the "Ravagers'" defeat.
Korina believed long ago she was not from here, for she came from the stars of another world – how this was, they had no clue. Victor was of a family of geniuses even if he preferred great athletic competitions; one had lost him a part of his own body, while his father had attempted to save his son's life after the vehicle had gone off the roads.
Garrison had a curse placed onto him that made him change into a terrible beast of many, sometimes animals for he would never be at peace until he truly understood the Great Future's plans. (The Red from Titans series.)
Roy lastly, was a marksman of great caliber. His late teacher had been taken and possibly killed by the General, all of the men' assets in chains as just like Richard, Roy knew how to make a weapon out of any known object.
All of these minds within one room were not to know of it, as the Ravager's eldest raised his weapon and pointed to their leader. "You." He commanded. "Your presence is mandatory, as we believe you orchestrated this troupe on your own." The second eldest, the girl with silver hair raised a palm while the blonde made their ears all boil by his mind's power.
"This is non – negotiable." The woman of the enemy's team crooked a finger for the rebels to stand down and relinquish their leader at once. "Hand over this one here, or you are all going to –
"Stand down, Cadet."
The voice of a thousand and one ill wills upon them entered the space. There, as they looked to their own, was a traitor among their ranks as Richard cried out to his last brother in arms.
"Roy…. how could you do this?? To your family –
"I had everything. I was the one to finally inherit the City of Styr's seat as its commander! I was supposed to run it!" Getting riled up, the grief by Oliver's defeat had driven Roy to sell off his own for the material comfort and security this cabin now lacked.
"I'm done forgetting. Oliver's finances may be gone, yet I'm still useful. The old capital is dead! We have only to assimilate or die –
"You'll die by giving up. Giving in isn't what this fight is about." Richard growled. "There won't be a tomorrow after what you've just accomplished. That you fed the General's forces word of our location. Our secrets, all of it!" Shouted the teen leader.
"It was for the good of my nation, likewise, you should do the same." Scoffed the spoiled archer. "This shack was about to topple, and I'd rather not drown without my dignity."
"You and the rest of the Bluddbechian ARMY!" Garrison countered as the blonde boy tried his trick, while this time Rachele gave him a shock back.
" One last chance!" The second eldest Ravager raised twin swords from her back.
"Come quietly or we raze this village of yours to the ground!!"
/
The rebels' attempts were smaller than ever as they fought, the color draining from Rachele's cheeks as her visions froze her in place to the floor while countering the blonde's psychic attacks – she had just then spied another problem afoot.
Coming closer, and closer.
"We have to retreat! It is not safe, any longer!" She startled the groups, the Ravagers crowding the rebel leader as Victor and the ape – boy Garrison took over in putting up a wall. "You'll have to go through all of us. No one has to end their freedom." Victor proclaimed with his nostrils flaring boldly.
That was all laid to rest as soon as a set of steely boots and the hooves of a horse stopping freed the freedom fighters from their thoughts.
"Therein lies the trouble with expecting results from, mere children."
It was a droll tone; skin prickling painful as Richard gasped no more than the rebels, before an explosion was seen from the windows. Roy flinched before the blonde boy took his arm to still the ex – ally's turmoil.
"Richard Wayne; adopted son of that old dark knight, so sorry we had you both cough up the secrets of "the Minerva Solution."
The man stood tall, a bit over six feet with a large build and as many weapons on him as his serving members of the troupe he'd sent to deliver him a born leader from the wreck.
"My father was with the original council of Gotemiln." Richard seethed to this tall enemy. "He was there to finally calm an unstoppable conflict between nations. The General ruined –
"There is no speaking out against his grace, child." The man put up a palm, his voice smooth and in perfect control. "Take your pick. You'll either come with us willingly and face your crimes honorably before the General and his grand jurors, or we destroy and riot as your people know is allowed of the Ravagers to the Great General Wilson's regime."
The three Ravagers awaited their commander's words, while the rebel leader weighed his options with extreme caution. Rachele put one hand to her temple, the other to Richard's arm. "You cannot go with this man." She panted before speaking again. "His aura is deceitful, unclean."
"We can fight to our last "Hurrah." Victor added, nodding that going alone was not a proper plan to undertake. "Do not follow your father. He was tricked by the leader of the Minerva cult, wasn't he?"
"That was, never the whole story." Richard shook his head. "He was already a part of it. It was their group that gave the General the right to take over, and he could do nothing…." Richard weakly smiled to his team. "I'm going to face him, make the General aware of the suffering this coup has caused for us all."
With the group flanking the son of Wayne, the crisis might have been over.
The eldest brigade member soon made a sound, a hum before waving his arm, as the village was torn to pieces. It was lights out for their captive…as everything burned away, fading into the dusk - light.
/
Bound in chains is not how they had him. He was meant to mend the bond between allies; that ws not his job, but the General's.
The gates to the main commander of the Ravager's fortress had him rise and stare about the tent.
"Where…. where are my comrades??" He jutted the words from his lips, a rattling heart awake and alive for the answers he had sought since Wayne's own imprisonment with the foreign diplomats of the old order.
The boots from before answered his calling voice. The man before him unmasked and clothed in garments not of one's stature, yet of diplomacy at its height.
"The little Wayne is up, good." He said so matter of factly and in brief mockery before pacing the tent floor, his one lone eye back onto his captured enemy, possibly more if he behaved.
"Your flight is over, child." The man loomed overhead, eye heatedly taking in the sight of a final lasting victory. "The vote of the Minervan order was very explicit in how your time should be dealt –
"Please!" Richard demanded while in ropes and binds, attempting to wriggle out of the first set as he feigned a panicked expression. "We aren't the ones who have tricked your people. The Minerva order is –
"Where you should be, child of Cobb and Grayson."
Richard's mouth went stiller. "How…how did you discover –
"Have you not figured it out yet, boy?"
Richard shook his head, hair mopping his brow as this stranger pulled out an object, a crest or emblem on a slab of metal to show the teenager, who's face fell once he had.
"There, so we are even then –
"No!" Richard protested out of a real panic this time, before the man's eye cooled his mode to keep him there, compliant to the rules.
"General…you destroyed them, we had a deal!"
"That deal was only in place, while you'd stayed out of my affairs. Didn't you listen to Wayne's last words, child?" Slade cocked his head to dip lower over the writhing teen noble.
"He said to protect as many as I could, to stand clear of your war…that was never ours to begin with!"
"And he also said upon his day of "termination" (Deathstroke term) that his son was to handle affairs outside of the country of Gotemiln and Jumperei."
Dick dodged that blow, sharply because the territory they'd infiltrated was a threat to the outcome of everyone involved. That Slade was actually…
The General Wilson that everyone had feared so much, as he shuddered and imagined the life being choked from his teenaged throat in one flick of the male's wrist.
"That was then, yet I've decided to spare you IF you'll step down from that pedestal and turn over all of Wayne's accomplishments to the Bluddbechian order."
"Never, why would I ever –
"You might think to, for you see dear boy…" The man circled behind the teen, his blood going frozen as the tent felt no cooler than being out of doors all the long while.
"Your operative "Korina," was she called? We have her, and she will have enough to shock the courts with that will lead your "comrades" to an early grave –
"No…. Korina, she's alive?" Dick gasped out, shaken and breathless. The man's hand upon his face had the teen look over his shoulder by force. "I could gladly pull a few strings, keep them alive if you wish…but in return." He brought himself to stand now before the hero, his hand falling to his side as Richard let his mouth drop open slightly to gape.
"I want YOU to be mine, Grayson. Your great grandfather of the order of Minerva, Cobb will not know once you decide to change your identity, as you'll be a faithful servant boy to the crowned ruler of Bluddbechian rites, for as long as I find your case… acceptable to my rule."
/
A, servant?? A piece or something smaller than he was?? That, was an even greater betrayal than what Roy had done!
"I'd never work for you, General…kill me and be done with this farce! You'll never deliver our people to your country in chains! Jumperei and Gotemiln shall one day again become free!!"
"You're wrong. "The General shook his head and sighed. "If you DO NOT stand by your every word and come to be at my arm even on the battlefield, I will deliver my promise to eradicate both parties. The rebels and your intent followers; BOTH BENT on starting your fabled revolution." He hissed cruelly to the boy. "Your betrothed, Korina saw our superior weapons and the lab which created the Ravagers, my dear children in fact." Slade said with an ounce of pride there to beat down the rebel son's will. "Your country is mine, your father knew this day would come so you too are fated as he was, to do as you must TO PROTECT AS MANY, AS YOU MUST."
/
There written in blood ink was the contract to his fate, as General Wilson had Richard sign away his rites, yet his name as it was, he had a dangerous reason to try and use it.
Forced to his knees, he realized that the contract was magical and binding as it turned to cinders on the dirt floor of the war tent.
"You now belong to me; you have anything else you'd like to be called? Cobb will know if you appear a he did, your previous identity."
"I would first like to contact my allies; they will be alive. You can't have –
"You'll earn that right, back." Slade lowered to kneel beside the kid, his chin pushed up to look the man in his icy eye. "You don't have any "pet" names you were called with your real mother and father, boy…"
"You, the reason Wayne took me in was to avenge them by stopping monsters like you from killing innocents…. they were all I had, and y –
"Ah, I man lightly face planted himself before recalling that snowy evening aboard the last frieght train into Gotemiln. Those two, they never made it and reports spoke…" He pulled the kid's chin in his hands to look at him once more. "Of a child missing from the reports…how quaint, that no more than a few hours after, Cobb contacted my offices directly and spoke of an attempted smuggling of one of the court's own…and his Grandson was one of them. That's how I knew it was you, Robin."
Dick gasped. That was his old name, the one given to him by his mother and father at birth….it meant, hope. He could not have it as Robin now tried to fight back, his weakness in the emotional baggage he carried and the General dragged him to the floor and kept him pinned.
"You…..you killed them! No! I won't be your slave!"
"I didn't say you'd be something so unthinkable, boy." The man above him chided coldly. "I want to commemorate you for keeping those home fires burning, but never on my honor would I have you to become a slum – dumped child of misfortune for me to, permanently scar." He purred out the words as that made Robin want to raise his fists.
"You will not eat; you will not rest nor do as you normally are told WITHOUT, my consent. Your trial day begins." The man recovered himself from his knees and crooked a finger for the hero to do the same.
His binds had been cut, and in only a few short moments Dick went away with his new ruler. His new king, whom had a lot to discuss into the night with this, inherited risk – taker.
/
He was lead to the outskirts, the battle ground over looking the burning cities that the General had desecrated by multiple accounts, and of his comrades…..of Richard's family.
No more.
"I know of someone within your country who might buy me back."
The day was no longer than he had let it, as Slade rose to his feet and was made to stand in his godly appearance before the boy in chains at the foot of his bed. The child had tried to slit the throat of his squad captain, so there was no supper laid out as the child's stomach woke the General. He loomed over the boy once more, a bleeding cut above the kid's eye where his boot had left its mark, the wrappings on his arms as bit worn as the man readied a new set, cutting the tapings with the utmost care as the boy stirred from his hard aching bones. Left upon the floor, he had only to look about and kick out at the first face he saw.
"Get back!" The boy panted, his panicked face was a bore as Slade grappled the leg to the side and applied some more stinging herbal salve to the child's upper lip.
"I'll do no such; you've already ruined my rest, brat." The man sniffed and gripped the wrappings to wind them tightly around the teen's upper arm.
"You'll be earning your keep; first lesson."
The man got up, his hands moving to the chains at the foot of his king size. "We'll be moving to my stronghold in the west in a few hours. I want you to dress and not speak a word –
"I didn't agree to have you order me to do your bidding." Spat the child, earning a fist full of his hair to be dragged to meet the General's long glare.
"DON'T test my patience. If you are certain to your death, I will sell you to Cobb and claim none of your garbage debts; you'll have to become an assassin in secret to the Minerva sect to repay every ill deed your father allowed to conspire behind his deceased carcass!"
Dick was shoved back as his head hit the wood with a slight thwack, making him feel dazed until he'd blinked back tears forming at the corners his eyes.
"I want you alive, you have to trust that I'd have no one else to claim. No one else to flaunt as my power will only grow stronger. With you there to deliberately and utterly WATCH as your countries are handpicked to assimilate with our, Bluddbechian nation as they must."
/
He was escorted before the grand council's chamber to sit and wait for their audience of the Bluddbechian nation, while not a word was said between Master and newly appointed servant boy. The city that they had won this time was the city state of Cintirlkort (Central) in which Roy and the men behind the curtain had conspired to motivate the people to overthrow its science center for a new development under Bluddbechian rule.
The rebel leader Bartholomew's (Barry) nephew, Wallace Westford was in bindings so strong while he'd been rumored to have escaped capture in the twice in 'a flash.'
Richard knew the red headed ruffian and his group of Robin Hoods to the area quite well, almost as well as he had known Roy in his youth beside the two at galas or events for the finest minds to collect.
Well. That was a time before, before the overtaken countries had rebelled for peace. The General was attempting to squash that hope under his steely boots and Robin was against becoming what his parents might have always feared.
"What if Cobb is there? It is noted that he tends to be in many places all at once." The teen told the tyrant as he chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair while Richard could not pull a away or bite the hand atop his skull so easily.
"Your Grandfather will no doubt guess my better intentions, until a trade is issued, there will be no reason for you to fear his return."
"I am not afraid of that traitor." Dick snapped. "He tarnished the legacy of all I was brought up to become –
"ONE with the order." Slade interrupted. "You would have eventually figured it out. Just as your father Wayne once told you; there would come a time to stand down, even if that meant losing face in the heat of battle."
"Hogwash." Scoffed the teen. "I will find a way to undo that contract, it was magically binding."
Slade made a hum of approval as he moved to stand while the doors to the great court had opened for them, a white masked character beckoning as Robin frowned and tilted his head to see past Slade's larger frame.
"We've been expecting you, General."
In the two went, not a word as Dick listened and did not like what he was certainly about to hear behind closed doors.
/
The council was set of a few faces; some behind masks and helmets, and others with bare faces out to the world as they planned and plotted in secret.
"General Wilson." There, up by the Great leader of what looked to be Nanda Parbat ( Ra's) was a figure, no two right at his arm. One a few years younger than Robin and the other only a child. They looked to be hooded and kept away, yet the back of Dick's mind only hummed as he wished to know what this war table had to ask of his new role as Wilson's servant.
"You wish to have the spoils of your claim, yet this is a political matter. If you were to flaunt about anymore….pets." The man spoke in a bored way as he waved a gloved palm in the air loftily and spoke.
"What then of your unspoilt image, dear future ruler of Bluddbechia?"
Slade removed his eyes from the man and nodded to his charge, his allies whom were loyal to only he. "Our forces took again another state to the council, I bear no ill will towards you, Lord Al – Ghul."
Dick's eyes widened as Slade made a small motion with his hand. One to stay silent at all costs until this was done. "The boy right there." A woman from the stands looked on as her tanned skin and long dark brown locks nearly were unkempt from her formal up do. "He looks rather fetching. What did you say you had paid for him –
"Not a cent." The man smiled and tugged the child by his shoulder to stand closer to his new ruler. "I want only to tell you that he was once loyal to the house of Wayne. The spoils as you say are, most rewarding; even after the Dark Knight's capture and release into the Minervan court's hands, he should still recognize how to bow before his betters. Isn't that right, Robin?"
The second youngest beside the Al – Ghul noble batted his eyes in confusion.
The woman noticed this and with her own cat's eyes peering closer, she too believed that Wilson could be hiding an evident truth.
"I've decided to train him as a new possible operative of the Ravagers in the near future."
There were murmurs in the crowd, a strange sentence if this boy was not one to follow in his former master's footsteps.
"He is not young enough to undergo such rigorous training." Al- Ghul cleared his throat to say. "How can we make certain that he is not as that last rebel woman; the one who had stolen our secrets as an illegal citizen to our capital. She almost turned my grandson against me!"
"We'll have to assimilate these, outsiders eventually, Ra's." Slade went by first name basis, the other older nobles ears had begun to boil while his grandson was forcing back a yawn. The second eldest looked at Dick and thought hardly, that he was….not at all very different. Maybe they could become allies if he let go of his old attitude to the house of Wayne's party. There was no need for it any longer.
"A TRIAL." Slade let his voice echo and skip across the room to each side.
"THIS CHILD WILL BE TESTED. IF HE CANNOT SUCCESSFULLY BECOME MY SOLDIER AND SERVANT AS YOU WISH HIM TO BE, I'LL HANG HIM MYSELF."
/
Dick's face was paler by the time they had left the parliament building. He was sat upon a mattress as the man had started to shift towards him.
"You should not have to worry, Grayson." Slade brought a light set of fingers to wipe away an invisible tear from the teen's cheek.
"After all, you're doing you duty regardless if you like it or not. I won't kill you out of pity. Mercy, maybe –
"I can't die yet."
"Then, you can learn." Slade motioned to himself. The kid looked up with a weary gaze at the man, not liking these guessing games at all.
"We can start with something simple. Undress me."
/
Part one is done! Now for two? Should it be a fic? Tell me if you like so I can get started on a ten chapter story!
