Be Cheeky

Today was turning out to be a pretty solid day for Dick. The Ninety-Ninth Precinct was rebuilt so everyone was able to move back in. Cases were simple. Mugging here. Minor larceny there. One count of indecent exposure. All wrapped up neatly with time to spare. As such, at the end of shift, Dick decided to take the nice long scenic route home. His first stop was a bakery. The sweet scent of freshly baked cinnamon rolls wafted itself up Dick's nose. Smiling, he took his time wandering going back and forth between the shelves.

"Let's see. Egg custard tart. Matcha cream-filled bun. Apple fritter. Man, these all look so good."

Unable to stifle his sweet tooth, Dick bought a variety box full of goodies. He continued his walk and came across a little knick-knack store. And then stopped by a flower shop. And then a toy shop. And then a chocolate store. And then a liquor store. Dick stopped at fifteen different stores picking up purple roses, scented candles, and a bottle of wine. It was getting dark, but Dick continuing strolling along with huge shopping bags.

"Ok. That's enough fun," he thought to himself.

He glanced for a second at the window to his right to see if his stalker was still tracking him. Deciding to be cheeky, he abruptly turned the corner. His stalker rushed forward but saw a normal crowd of people. It was as if Dick had disappeared.

As he entered the lobby of the Arconia, Dick ran into another gentleman waiting for the elevator. He was tall and had snow white hair under his fedora. He wore circular glasses and was holding a bag of groceries.

"Hi!" Dick greeted.

"Hello."

The old man was timid and uncomfortable. He didn't really look at Dick. Instead, he just kept looking at the elevator waiting for the doors to open.

"Y'know. You look familiar. I swear I've seen you before," Dick tried to piece together the man's identity.

"Oh?" the man finally perked up with interest, "I'm an actor. So maybe you've seen my somewhere?"

"Hmmm."

"Like on a thrilling crime series with a suave detective maybe?"

"Uhhhh."

"Here, maybe this will help," he said as he put on a bit of a smoulder.

His stance firmed up and he squinted his eyes a bit.

"This sends the investigation into a whole new direction," he stated with a slightly deeper voice as he stared into a blank space.

Dick stared back unsure of what really just happened. The gentleman regained his composure and looked a little disappointed.

"It's the catchphrase. From my old show. Brazzos? No?"

"Oh wait!" Dick exclaimed getting the man excited again, "You're the guy in 14C right? We met the other day. One of your packages somehow ended up at my door. I'm Dick. My girlfriend and I live in 8A."

"...oh," the man replied dejectedly, "I'm uh Charles."

"Pleasure to meet you, Charles!"

*DING*

Both men entered the elevator to climb up to their floors.

"So, you worked on a detective show huh?" Dick restarted the conversation.

"Uh yup. Ran for nine seasons."

"Oh, that's cool. I'll have to check it out. Y'know I'm a police detective."

"Really?"

"Yea. I work at the 99th Precinct."

"That's neat. I bet you solve a lot of mysteries and cases then."

"Well, I try my best."

"Y'know after the show wrapped, I've always just been interested in crime dramas and mysteries. In fact, I'm listening to a podcast right now called 'All is Not OK in Oklahoma'."

"Huh...that's actually kinda catchy. I'll check it out."

*DING*

"Well, that's me. Nice to meet ya, Charles."

"Likewise."

Dick entered his apartment and was met with the lovely aroma of roasted garlic. He turned to the kitchen to find Zatanna in a tank top and an apron at the stove.

"Hi Honey. I'm home," he greeted.

"Hey Baby. What took you so long?" she asked as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Did you know we have an actor living in the same building as us?"

"Baby, a buncha people live in this building. A musical producer, a guy with a cat obsession, one guy who I think is a psychiatrist, yada yada yada."

"Yea but he said he used to star in an old detective series. Errr Brazzos I think he said."

"Brazzos?" Zatanna asked whipping her head around, "I love that show!"

"You've seen it?"

"Yea! I used to watch with...uh," she looked away with a somber expression, "I used to watch it with my dad..."

Immediately Dick put all his goodies on the counter and hugged his girlfriend. She buried her face in his chest and sniffled a little. Hoping to soothe her, he ran his fingers down her hair.

"Must be a good show then. You have excellent taste after all," he whispered.

"Sigh lemme guess. Because I chose you?" she mumbled into his chest.

"Precisely because you chose me hehe," he kissed her on the forehead.

"Dork."

"I can try to find it online. Maybe we can watch a few episodes."

"That'd be nice. Thank you, Baby."

They shared a quick kiss before Zatanna went back to the stove, and Dick filled a vase with water for the roses.

"What's with all this stuff anyway?" she asked, "Are these the reasons you came home late?"

"Funny you should say that. Someone was following me, so I decided to give them a bit of a Bludhaven tour."

"Really? Who was following you?"

"Well..."

Meanwhile, at Shaw's Bar, Rosa Diaz entered scanning the tables. Looking around, she noticed a dark corner with someone reading last year's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition. Walking over, she ordered a beer and sat down.

"Captain," she greeted.

"Seriously?!" the man put down the magazine revealing himself to be Raymond Holt, "How could you have possibly known it was me?"

"Pretty obvious."

"I am as incognito as can be. I am wearing a bland colored jacket. I have the perfect camouflage."

"You're reading a swimsuit magazine...as a gay man."

"Exactly why it is the perfect cover up. Plus, I'm wearing Kevin's rose shearing hat."

Rosa seemed unaffected and only raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Status report."

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I have nothing to report. In fact, Grayson seems like the most boring dude ever."

"That's impossible! He is hiding something. I'm sure of it!"

"Captain, after shift today he walked home. He took the long way home buying flowers, wine, chocolates, pastries, and a bunch of other crap for his girlfriend. Then he turned the corner, and I lost him."

"...oh he's good."

"Come again?"

"Diaz, don't you see? He knew you were tailing him. He was just trying to throw you off his trail. I bet he does not even have a girlfriend."

"Actually, he does. The stage magician Zatanna Zatara...she's pretty hot. My girlfriend and I went to her show a few times."

"Of course!" Holt said with conviction, "The conman had bedded a conwoman."

"Sir, why do you hate Grayson so much?"

"I have to be extra vigilant against him. Things do not add up with him. Like when the Joker threatened my life. He grabbed the one officer who had a reason to kill me and stuffed him with me in the back of the car. Or how his supposed girlfriend just happened to be nearby the convoy. These are not coincidences, Rosa. And still his arrest numbers are steadily growing as if he knew those crimes were happening. I intend to find out exactly who Dick Grayson is and expose him for the lying buffoon he pretends not to be!"

"…..Are you and Kevin ok?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Like are you two recovering from the Joker kidnapping?"

"Well, Kevin is understandably still shaken up from the events. And there has been some tension between us…"

"Then sir, if I may, you're pent up. You're blowing this Grayson stuff way out of proportion and you're paranoid. You and Kevin just need to bone."

"….What did you say?"

"I said you and Kevin need to bone."

All of a sudden, Captain Holt's eyes widen with white fury. His nostrils flared and he grit his teeth. He stood up from his seat and pointed at Rosa with a firm hand.

"…..How dare you Detective Diaz! I am your SUPERIOR OFFICER!"

*Five Minutes Later*

"BONE!" Holt screamed.

*Ten Minutes Later*

"What happens in my bedroom, Detective, is none of your business!"

*Twenty-One Minutes Later*

"BONE!"

*Forty Minutes Later*

"Don't ever speak to me like that again."

With the final word, Holt left the bar in a huff as the other patrons parted ways to let the angered captain through. Still sitting in her seat, Rosa sipped her beer and shrugged.

"Welp. At least he knows now."

"C'mon Nightingale! Keep up!" Nightwing pressed as he vaulted over an AC unit on the roof.

"This *pant* is why *pant* I fly *pant* *pant*. Baby, *pant* why do I even *pant* have to do parkour *pant* *pant*," Nightingale asked as she trailed behind her boyfriend.

"Cuz sometimes you won't be about to use all your fancy magical powers. Plus, it's a great way to stay in shape," he explained while doing a handstand.

"Yea well I much prefer our usual workout activities. Y'know, the ones we do in bed," she winked.

"I obviously do too, but what about the fresh air and the wind in your face out here?"

"I don't mind doing it out here on the roof," she purred.

Nightwing wiped the sweat off his forehead as he suddenly felt really really hot. Nightingale sultrily walked over swaying her hips. As she got closer, she rested her hands on his chest wiping some sweat away with her thumbs. He rested his hands on her sides leaning gently closer hoping to steal a kiss.

"Couldn't wait until we at least got back to our own rooftop could ya?" he teased.

"Mmmm with a body as sexy as yours, I'd jump you anytime, anywhere," she bit her lip.

*BANG*

Unfortunately, the heroes were interrupted by what sounded like a nearby gunshot. They ran to the edge of the building and spotted a nearby warehouse. With his mask lenses, Nightwing tried to zoom into the windows to find the source of that gunshot.

"There are a lot of guys in there based on thermal imaging. Two people are on the ground. I'm assuming the big boss is the one approaching them while the others are just hench people," he assessed.

"Shall we drop in then?"

"Let's get a closer look first to see who we're dealing with. Doesn't do us any good to leap before we look."

As the two got closer to peer through a window, they were surprised to see Two-Face threatening a man and what looked like his teenage son.

"Listen hear, Jack. I know you've been feeding info to our competitor here in Bludhaven," Two-Face began.

"No! You got it all wrong! I ain't no snitch. I swear!" Jack responded.

"Lies! Mariucci over here saw you meeting with one of the Big Man's lieutenant's just two days ago!"

"Two-Face, pal? Buddy?...sir? That's gotta be a mistake. The Big Man is pretty much done. Poof. Gone after the whole fake Joker incident. Ain't nobody left to serve him. That's why you're moving in on his turf hehehe."

"That may be. But how do you explain the men I've been missing? We haven't set up a single base of operations yet because we keep getting raided. Honestly, I smell a rat," Two-Face pointed a gun at Jack.

"No wait wait!" the teenage boy screamed.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't shoot him, yet," the scarred villain proclaimed, "I'll start with you."

Two-Face swung the gun over to point at the boy. Obviously, the boy panicked and froze. He looked over to his father hoping to hear any sounds of protest. There was none. Instead, the father inched away looking to run instead.

"Well kid. Drill is simple," Two-Face began, "I flip the coin. Heads and you keep your head. Tails…well, hope you had a good life."

Two-Face flipped the coin high in the air. Everyone looked up to keep track of the coin. But no one saw two shadows falling and bursting through the warehouse ceiling. Nightwing and Nightingale both landed with their foot on a henchperson's face. Two-Face panicked as he lost his coin and needed to know which side it had landed on.

"Look Nightwing, a party we weren't invited to!" Nightingale bantered with her boyfriend.

"Harvey! The nerve! How could you leave us out of your inner circle. I thought we were tight! How Two-Face of you!" Nightwing chuckled.

"Arrgghaaa," Two-Face screamed, "I don't need a coin to decide what to do with you. Boys! Get 'em!"

Two-Face backed away as a handful of thugs charged the heroes.

"Shall we dance, milady?" Nightwing asked in a faux British accent and extended his hand.

"Why of course, good sir," Nightingale responded in an equally faux accent taking his hand.

He grabbed her forearms and with all his might swung her towards the on-coming criminals. Letting go, she flew through the air and once again kicked a guy in the face. Nightwing meanwhile pulled out his escrima sticks and started bashing heads left and right. To her right, Nightingale quickly spotted a line of henchmen storming forward with guns.

"Snug ot Hsa!" (Guns to Ash!)

As the spell said, all the guns in the area suddenly turned to ash. All of Two-Face's men were stunned as dust slipped through their hands.

"Ecrof Hsup!" (Force Push!)

All the men were thrown off their feet and were flung towards the back wall. One thug tried to sneak up on Nightingale from behind. But she was trained by the best. Spinning around, she lifted her leg and kicked yet another henchman in the face. Nightwing just about finished knocking out his set of henchmen too. From the corner of his eye, he spotted Two-Face trying to make a break for it. Quickly, he flung a wing-ding that just barely passed Harvey's face. The sheer surprise of the projectile slowed him down just enough for Nightingale to trap him.

"Sehtolc ot Sgnidnib!" (Clothes to Binding!)

"What the?!" Two-Face exclaimed as his tailored half-black half-white suit ripped apart into strips and tied him up on the spot.

"Y'know Harvey. You should go back to singular colors. I think they…..suit you hahhahahha OW!" Nightwing joked before getting smacked by Nightingale, "What?"

"Really? Suits him?"

"Ok not my best work but I still give it like a five out of ten."

"….Yea no."

"Ugh will you both please just get a room and bone already," Two-Face groaned.

"Oh trust me, we have a room," Nightwing teased.

"And we bone ALL. NIGHT. LONG."

"…..someone please just kill me," Two-Face again groaned.

"Looks like the kid is safe," Nightwing observed as he looked around the warehouse, "Hey where's his dad?"

He and Nightingale looked all around them, but only the kid remained. Even the kid could only shrug.

"I had hoped for the best," the kid started, "but he always flakes out."

Sensing the boy's distress, Nightwing walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey kid. It's going to be ok. I'm-I'm really sorry about your father."

"Eh it's fine. He hasn't been around much anyway. I can manage on my own."

"But you don't have to," Nightingale chimed in, "There are a lot of foster homes or city programs that are great. If you stick around, you can talk to the police about it."

"Pft police? In this city? You might as well have let Two-Face shoot me," the kid scoffed.

"Not the police we know," Nightwing interjected, "The Nine-Nine are good people. They can help. Honest."

"….I'll take my chances."

With the end to the conversation, the kid ran out the warehouse and into the night. The two heroes could only shrug before calling in Peralta for cleanup.

"Hahahh ok what is it with you and cheating during our competitions!?" Dick laughed as he entered the apartment behind Zatanna.

"Cheat? Me? How dare you accuse me of such an offense?" Zatanna mocked shock.

"Oh really? And I supposed the one patch of concrete I stepped on turned out to be slippery while the rest of the roof was dry? Meanwhile you, missy, just happened to basically fly over my head and towards the finish line?"

"Are you insinuating magic was involved?"

"Absolutely!"

"Oh, come now, Dick. Magic isn't real," she teased sticking her tongue out.

"Why you!"

Charging forward, he picked her up by the waist. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed forward for an aggressive kiss. She held the back of his head as their lips moved in sync. Still holding her, Dick made his way towards the bathroom so they could have a relaxing shower.

"Zee, a little help here?"

"Sehtolc Ffo." (Clothes off.)

With a snap, their respective hero suits were disassembled and tucked away neatly in the closet. He cupped her ass as they continued into the shower booth all while still kissing. With one hand, he blindly felt around until he found the shower lever and turned on the water.

"Now, my prize if you please," Zatanna asked nicely.

"Sigh. Yes, ma'am," Dick rolled his eyes.

"Oh, stop pouting! You love eating me out," she kissed his nose.

"Still think you cheated…"

He let go of her so she could lean against the wall. She was able to put one foot on the ground, but Dick placed one leg on his shoulder as he knelt to the floor. Kissing her thigh all the way up to her center, Dick began to give Zatanna her reward for "winning" their little race back home.

"Ah. Ahhhh. Ahhhhhhhh. AHHHHHHH!"

"Unh Ah ah yes Baby. Yes, that's it. Oh, that feels so so good. Fuckkkkk," Zatanna moaned as Dick thrusted from behind.

"Oh God Zee. You feel so good!"

The next morning was going pretty routinely. Pocus left the bedroom to find some peace. Dick woke up first and kissed Zee enough times for them to get into their usual morning activities. As he continued hammering her from behind, her arms couldn't hold her up anymore. She collapsed onto the bed and rested her face on the pillow.

"Ah mmmm ohh Baby, I'm c-close. I'm so so close," she stammered feeling her orgasm building.

"Gah! Me too. You're so tight…."

Unfortunately, just as the two were about to hit their feeling of bliss, some deity from above chose violence this morning.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Huh?" Dick froze and wondered aloud.

"Diiiick. What are you doing? Don't stop! I'm so close!" Zatanna whined while wiggling her ass.

"Uhhh right."

He tried to start again but….

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Rahhhhh! It's like six in the morning!" Zatanna growled.

"Sigh. I'd better go check it out."

"Go go. I already lost it. Plus, you're softening."

"Sorry, Zee. I'll make this quick and then we can continue."

"You better. Take too long I might just shower by myself."

Quickly grabbing some shorts and a T-shirt, Dick stomped towards the door ready to unleash fury for interrupting his and Zatanna's morning routine.

"Do you have any idea what time…" Dick opened the front door but his anger trailed off when he saw who was standing there, "…..it is?"

To his surprise, Dick saw the same kid he saved from Two-Face last night. The boy was a little shorter than Dick. He had a relatively clean crew cut. His green sweater was faded and torn. His sneakers had holes in them. Despite all this, the boy's bright eyes shined as Dick opened the door.

"It's 6:20 am," he answered, "I'm Tim. Tim Drake."

"Uhhh hi. Nice to meet you?" Dick greeted quizzically.

"Sorry to wake you up this early but uh well I thought about it and I wanted to thank the people who saved me last night. And uh have a conversation."

"Oh uh, sorry, Tim, I don't think we've met," Dick lied.

"Oh I think we have, Detective Grayson. Or do you prefer….Nightwing."

AN: Hey everyone! I'm back on HTBC as promised! I'm sorry if this is mindless filler. Before we get to season two I still need to establish a bit of the status quo. Namely, introduce our boy Tim Drake! I've had to make up an mostly new origin for him to keep things fresh. If I recall, in Batman: The Animated Series his father was a henchman for Two-Face. So uh...that's where we are hahha. We've got about I wanna say two or three chapters before we officially step into season 2. I hope you all have been enjoying the read. We've still got a whole ass journey ahead of us! Also, if you like Spider-Man and love shipping him with Mary Jane, I've started a Spidey fic entitled "Everyday is an Adventure with You." Check it out if you like!