Pamela's Place - A Couple of Days Later – 3:12 AM
Pam was asleep, curled up next to me. My arms wrapped around her waist, as I buried my head into her red locks that smelt of wildflowers.
This was the first time we used her bed for sleeping, now that I thought about it.
Her body was tense and her murmuring under her breath jostled me back to the land of the living.
My leaving the manor wasn't taken well by any of the residents, Bruce wasn't around thankfully, though Alfred, Cass and Damian put up a fuss.
They weren't able to stop me, but my pissy mood was put on the back burner for them. I explained to them as best I could that I needed space from the manor and Bruce, but I would still be in touch, and I would always be a call away if I was needed.
Reluctantly, they let me go.
Jason wasn't all that impressed when he found me in his place again, this time with more than baking supplies but with my duffle bag filled with clothes, and Baby's storage compartment was stashed with my Freak gear.
Jason did initially tell me to head to Bludhaven and crash at Dick's place instead, though he changed his tune when someone called him, he didn't say who called and what they said, but my money was on Alfred, so I left the most likely guilt trip be.
Still, while I was crashing at Jay's I hadn't spent a lot of time there, just the initial night, then I hopped over to Pam's place to see if she wanted to hang out… Turns out I was pretty relentless.
Something Pam was a great fan of and was taking full advantage of, not that I was complaining, but eventually after a near enough a whole day of screwing each other we ended up on her bed to simply rest.
However, it seems like Pam was a restless sleeper, as even when she dozed off she started to move around in her sleep.
A soft and pained 'no' escaped her and her face contorted in fear, she was clearly having a bad dream.
"Pam." I gently shook her shoulder, drawing her out of Morpheus' realm.
Her eyes fluttered and for a moment she looked at me with a confused expression, "Two? Oh, hey." A smile graced her face as she got her bearing back to reality.
"Hey, yourself." I slid back down and wrapped my arms around her waist again, my bare chest pressed against her back, she let out a happy sigh as she tried to meld deeper into me, even bringing my leg to crossover hers so that my whole body would encompass her, "Are you okay? Seemed like you were having a nightmare."
Her tongue ran across her teeth, and she snuggled deeper into me, somehow.
"Bad memories." She said softly and nothing else.
"Well, I'm always here to lend an ear if you want." I told her needlessly, still she took comfort with my words as she brought my hand up to her face and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles.
"Thanks, Two."
Understanding she wasn't going to talk about what was bothering her, knowing she would deflect or outright ignore it, I lead the conversation to other things, small and easy.
Stuff like favourite foods, music, and hobbies other than the eco variety. Getting a dubious look when I told her I liked rock to metal music was a bit annoying considering she was a fan of jazz of all things. As she tried to defend the dead genre with some heat, I knew her mind was off whatever darkness it was in, and that was enough for me.
Jason's Base of Operation – 7:48 AM
Just to double check I looked out the window and saw that the sun was still rising over the murky cityscape of Gotham, before turning back to the man who was sitting on his one-seater glaring at me as I entered the multi-story complex via the window.
"The fuck are you still doing up?"
"I'll ask the questions around here." He snapped at me.
"Okay then," I ignored whatever charade this was and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, "want anything to drink?"
"Where were you?" He asked as he got up and followed me.
"Went for a flight on Baby." I shrugged as I turned my attention to the coffee machine.
He stared at me flatly, "God, you're such a bad liar."
That may be correct, but who the fuck says I need to tell the truth?
I don't bother lying to the likes of Jay, but that doesn't mean I need to be honest, I'm just lazy with the lies, if he calls them out so be it, doesn't mean he'll get the truth out of me.
"Yep." I popped and got the milk out of the fridge, and I placed the carton down on the counter and gave the man a dubious look.
"It's unopened." He reasoned.
"Okay." I shrugged.
"You were with her, weren't you?"
My shoulders shrugged yet again as I gave him a lazy smile, "Perhaps."
"Dude!" Frustration leaked off him.
"Bro!" I grinned back.
"Damn it, A." He clenched a fist, "Stop fucking the supervillain." He slammed the flat of his fist onto the countertop.
"No." I lightly copied his action.
There were many things he could say to stop whatever my relationship with Pam is, there were many things he could do to prevent it from progressing, many of the things, Bruce would do also. That's what stopped him from acting on them. We both knew it well.
Plus, ironically enough, he was no snitch, being a cape and all. Though Jason trod that line finely.
Jason made a show of glancing at his watchless wrist, "You've got just over an hour for your college?"
"The fuck are you on about?"
"Oh," He said in a mocking tone of voice, "didn't I mention, turns out Babs enrolled you for morning courses instead, and they start today."
I stared at him blankly, knowing he was only pushing me to go cause I annoyed him, knowing he was going to blackmail me if I didn't go, and knowing he was enjoying getting under my skin.
"You're a real bitch."
"Yep." He popped with a grin.
Gotham University - 13:30
A sigh escaped me as the professor dismissed the class, "See, that wasn't so bad." The dark-skinned girl said with an easy grin on her face, unlike the rest of the class who all walked out completely dazed, she seemed at ease throughout the class, "Honestly you seem like a smart cookie. Don't know why you seemed so alarmed at first."
'That's because our professor is Kirk Langstrom. The bloke who usually turns into the vicious creature, Man-Bat. This universe hates me. Then again, I had sex with Pam, so can I complain?' I shook off my thoughts my one-track mind of focusing on the redheaded supervillain.
"First day nerves I suppose." Trying to say that with an easy air was harder than I thought.
Tiffany Fox gave me a kind smile, "Well its passed. Well for you it has, for me, I have my engineering classes after lunch."
My desk mate seemed to be complaining for the sake of easing whatever unease she suspected I was feeling, she honestly seemed like a nice person, down to earth despite already cementing herself as one of the smartest people in our class in such a short time.
Giving her a suspicious look with a small smile she let out a snort as she saw the expression, "Why don't I believe you're not worried."
"Well, I hate to brag, but I'm a Fox."
My eyes searched her, and I tried to recall if I ever remembered Lucius ever having a daughter, or if she came up as someone that was on the clan's radar. No other figures appeared to my mind than her possible dad and brother. If I remember him right he becomes Batwing at some point.
I don't recall a Tiffany Fox, nonetheless, she may or may not have been a character in my old life but here she was a living breathing person.
"Genius runs in your blood, aye?"
"Yep." She said with an easy grin, "Kinda had no choice in the matter really, dad being dad and all." I nodded and assumed myself correctly that she was in fact Lucius' daughter.
We headed out of the now pretty much empty room.
"Well, if it comes easy for you, that's one thing, but you gotta try, can't coast through life."
Her eyes squinted as she looked my way, "Sounds like something my dad would say." She then let out a short laugh, "Then again, considering you know Bruce, you probably say that to him, the guy is a poster child for coasting through life. Yet dad always defends the playboy."
Not a lot of people connected the dots to me and the 'ward' of Bruce Wayne yet, thankfully Tiffney may have, but yet she hadn't outed me, in fact, that was the first mention of Bruce.
I shrugged my shoulders, "He's not as bad as the media makes him out to be, but then again I'm not unbiased regarding him." The good and the bad, "Plus he's your dad's boss so of course he's smart enough to bad mouth the man."
"Ah." Tiffany nodded, "Inflated ego. Gotchya'."
I cocked my head lazily, not like I have a horse in this race, "If you want."
She gave me a half-amused smile, before a sudden unease hit her, "Listen, I know that you're fairly new at GU, and a couple of friends of mine are throwing a party on campus, was wondering if you wanted to come and um, I…" She took a deep breath and I understood where she was going with this, I think.
Ha screw you Steph, I can pick up cues.
"Party sounds cool, but I made plans to hang out with my girlfriend." Something I have never called Pam, and something she has never claimed to be, but it was easier to say than the supervillain I've been sleeping with.
"Oh," A hint of disappointment flashed on her face for a moment, but she looked like she got over it pretty quickly, "Well if you find yourself free, hit me up." She said with a nice and collected smile.
Giving her a half-cocked nod, "If it turns out that I'm free, I'll be sure to." It certainly wasn't a lie, she was nice, and despite her flimsy connection to Bruce and the clan, she was pretty much wasn't connected to the other half of my life, and I kind of liked having something to not so much a connection, but a link to something beyond being the Freak.
Pamela's Place
The fuck am I looking at?
"Oh shit." Pam groaned as she briefly took in the sight of me, before turning back to Quinn who was confused more than anything, even as her life was in danger as the Queen of Fables seemed to be on the warpath and was gunning for Quinn, "Fuck. Damn it, Two, could really use some help." Pam pleaded.
I rolled my eyes, but I relented as I threw my backpack at the flying witch and the one-time foe of Kent. He was the one who trapped her in her own storybook.
Though I wasn't quite sure how the Queen of Fables escaped her unique prison, but considering how Harley was also here and they were in the of a fight, I'm guessing Quinn released her somehow and was quickly backstabbed by the supposed queen.
"Who's the kid?" The Queen of Fables asked after my backpack pinged off her invisible shield, "Fuck it, he's dead anyways." She then summoned a wolf the size of a car and it set its cold yellow eyes on me.
"Pam," I rolled underneath the wolf as it pounced at me, with the flick of my wrist, my demon blade appeared in my left hand in a reverse grip, "restrain its hind legs for me."
I didn't dare turn back to face the redhead, but I did see a couple of thick vines ensnare the wolf from behind for a moment, and a moment was all I needed.
As the wolf tried to leap at me once again, timing it well, I leapt forward as it briefly jerked back due to Pam's hold on it.
With my right arm wrapped around its neck, I stabbed one of its eyes.
The pained whine was almost innocent as it escaped the car-sized creature, and damn did I feel awful, from that alone, but I didn't have time to sit around and worry and hate myself.
With the demon-forged blade firmly buried in its eye socket, I dragged the knife along as I hoisted myself on its back.
The blade cut through the flesh like a hot knife to butter and ended at the nape of its neck.
The wolf stumbled to the ground.
Though I wasn't pleased with the supposed death of it, double tapping was something no one did enough in this universe.
So, with that in mind, I pulled back the blade and with a bit of momentum I drove it down into the small space between the spine and the skull, twisting it all the way.
The spasm of the wolf and dying grunt was enough for me to turn my focus back onto the rest.
I was quickly met with dumbfounded looks as everyone paused to watch me, and I only just realised I was drenched in blood.
"Alright, who the fuck is this?" Quinn questioned as she turned back to Pam.
"Um… my boyfriend." She said with an uncertain smile.
Quinn's eyes flickered back to me and then her friend again, "Oh cool," I said drawing back the women's focus, "we are there in our relationship. Good because I may have said that to someone."
Pam gave me a teasing smile despite the situation, "Really? Why? Not that I'm complaining."
I shrugged my shoulders and tapped into the power Raven and I had been working on, "This girl from my class asked me out, and I didn't want to be mean about it." This was all new to me, relationship stuff and rejecting dates, well so was getting asked out now that I thinking about it.
"Class? Pam, are you cradle robbing or something?" Quinn asked, and I quickly rushed forward and bodied her, forcing her to dodge a blast of magic from the queen.
"No," I replied to her question.
"…Yeah." Pam said as she hesitated as well as lashing a tendril from a nearby potted plant at the floating queen.
"ENOUGH!" The Queen of Fables lashed out with magic and the red wave hit the supervillan duo to the ground. The blast of magic fizzled out when it came close to me, "Who the fuck are you?" The queen snarled.
"Well, we just went through this, but I suppose with your old age you're probably going deaf."
"Little shit," She mumbled under her breath, "You'd probably love it if I looked older, considering who you're porking."
"Eh," I shrugged with a faux relax stance, "Your butt is flat. Pam's ass is stacked as hell."
"Oh my god." I really wanted to check if Pam's face was flushed but I didn't tear my eyes off the floating queen.
Why was I feeling a sense of judgement pierce me, "Oh fuck off, sue me, I have a thing for stacked MILF's."
"Oh my god, I'm going to kill my boyfriend. Don't call me a MILF."
"What?" I turned my 'attention' away from the Queen of Fables, "You said you're robbing the cradle, but I can't call you a stacked MILF?"
"Stop calling me that!" She said in a single beat as she looked embarrassed and annoyed.
"Stacked MILF."
"You're such a child."
"The child you're dating." The Queen of Fables muttered. And I took my opening as she presented it, I spun around and, in a snapshot, threw my blade at her, "FUCK!" She belted as the knife went through her hand into the book she used as her focus.
Her blood soaked the book, and she fell to the ground, clutching at the still impaled hand.
Recalling my blade it flew back to me, book in tow. In a quick succession, I flipped to the last page and spotted the rune Kent had used to imprison the witch before.
Though it looked like it had been tampered with, as a black substance was on it. Quinn probably robbed one of Kent's hocky magic shops which popped up under his wife's name. The Queen of Fables probably tricked Quinn into freeing her.
"Pam, be a dear and restrain her." I said as I kept my eyes on the book. Pam huffed as she stood next to me, with a hand raised, I didn't pay the witch any mind as she hurtled out a series of curses my way before she was suddenly muffled, "Thanks gorgeous."
"So, was that really what you think or was it just a play to get her book?"
I let out a hum as, I peeled off the substance with my knife, "No, I really do like your butt." Wiping the flat of my blade against my chest because these clothes were beyond saving anyhow, "Gotta ask the old man what this is." My mumbles were ignored as Pam placed a soft kiss at the corner of my lips.
"Your butt is nicer." She commented and I could hear the teasing smile on her face.
"Agree to disagree." I looked up and gave her a soft smile, as my eyes flickered to her meaty rear in an obvious manner. I then nodded to Quinn who was looking no worse for ware other than a few cuts and bruises, but even still she didn't look pleased as she gazed at Pam and me.
Pamela's POV
Two nodded towards Harley and I figured he was both shooing me away and allowing me to deal with her, as he was pretty much distracted with the Queen of Fables' book and former prison, only giving me half-hearted flirting instead of his usual adorkable flirtation.
She knew after all how obsessed he was with her ass. His hands somehow always managed to grab a handful, even if they weren't fucking.
Though maybe he needs to pay for the MILF comment.
An idea of a whole lot of leather and making him call her Dommy Mommy floated in her sudden one-track mind when it came to the young man.
She contemplated if she should delve into that sort risqué stuff with him. For such a world-weary grouchy shit like him, he was also pretty innocent. And once contemplation hit her, as corrupting every inch of his innocence was something she treasured. She outright told him she was a villain, and he knew that right from the get-go.
She wasn't going to change him, nor was he trying to do so to her.
She liked him as a cape, a cape different from the rest, and he didn't view her as a monster but someone in a sympathetic light. She made a silent promise to herself to tone down killing people. The promise wouldn't stop her if she was backed into a corner, she'd would do so without a thought, but it rankled her, the thought of his doleful red eyes looking at her in disappointment.
She shook off her thoughts as she released Harley was waiting with an expectant look on her face, "Well…"
"Well, what?" She knew she sounded defensive, but she really wanted to keep her and Two between themselves, for now, this was all new between them. She knew, Two told someone about it, from what she could gleam it was one of the former Robins. Which one was anyone's guess? She didn't even know how many of them even existed. Wasn't one of them a blonde girl at one point or was that a Batgirl?
Secrets and relationships weren't a great combination, and both of them had them in spades. She wasn't dumb enough to believe Two was his civilian cover, but she never pushed him on it, as it seemed like the young man known as Two seemed to be an intimate part of himself to him.
And hells, her past relationships were complete shitshows compared to what she has now. Her first everything was with a possessive 'nice' guy, and the second was her former professor, Doctor LeGrande, a fucking groomer, that work in the legality of the law.
A pessimist would question if she was any better, but she knew there was something between more than carnal desires… that was just the icing on the cake.
"He's-"
"My boyfriend," I stated firmly, "and he saved your butt today." And once before but if she hasn't connected the dots to him and the Freak, she wouldn't point it out.
The Queen of Fables manipulated Harley, and the blonde villain trying to cross the line to super, had dragged her along and had almost gotten her killed.
Thankfully Two came when he did, maybe it was a bit humiliating how quickly he took down the lady who was proving a threat to the two of them, but even still when he took her down, she promised she suck him till he went crossed eyed as a thanks.
Harley was looking over her shoulder, so turning around she was surprised to see the Queen of Fables was no longer there, and Two was relaxed as he was stretching out a kink in his muscles.
"The fuck?"
"Ah, man... did I miss you doing magic?" I whined to him, because honestly, what's the point of having a magical boyfriend if he hardly ever does magic?
Two let out a sigh as he faced the massive dead wolf staining my wooden floor with its blood.
"She sealed back up," Two placed the book on a table and flat out ignored my question with a soft smile that he knew drove me insane, "however I may have nixed the rune Dr Fate made, and the crazy bint can't talk through the book anymore, that or because she was bound and gagged before I sealed her, she's also bound and gagged a book." He shrugged yet again, "Was she bucked naked when she was release, or did she have her outfit and gear? Because that might explain it."
"Jeeze, you sure he's not a parttime cape or somethin'?" Harley asked and I had a firm grip on my reaction, "I'm not quite sure what you see in him." She uttered low.
Fuck you Harls, I don't need to say anything beyond, the Joker.
But before I could tell her exactly that, Two let out a loud huff, "I know it's pointless to take a shower," He groaned at the large wolf still, and then rolled up his tee, revealing his perfectly sculpted upper body marred in surgical scars, "but I'm still taking one anyway."
Oh, he's so dense, it's baffling. How does he walk past a gaping woman and not notice the effect he has?
I gave Harley a nudge when Two closed the bathroom door behind him.
"What?" She defended, "I'm just noticed what you see in him."
"It's more than that." I huffed.
Harley just waved her off, "Sure, sure. Just enjoy robbing the cradle while you can." I didn't like what she was implying but I took a deep breath, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"Enjoying myself while I can." I said with a frosty tone, but Harley just rolled with it, a smile on her face.
"~Want me to join you two~?
Once again, a huffed escaped me, but there was no real heat to it, as the image of Two and Harley was an alluring one.
"See yourself out." I said quickly and rushed towards the unlocked bathroom, hoping she wouldn't be able to pick up the slight quiver to my voice.
Damn it, Harley.
A/N - 2024/01/03
Yo, thanks for all the support you've all shown for this story.
Kinda of curious to see what you think of Pam and Two/Ammon's relationship.
Also I've been pronouncing his name as A-mon in my head, but I could understand why the other way would be used.