2 Days Later
Bury my face into the flora scented pillowcase I let out a groan, I was beat, the last couple of days have been pretty hectic, Helping Conner, essentially jailbreak his sister? His aunt? Whoever she is to the clone.
I had expected, nah, hoped for a relatively quiet night so I could sleep, just because I was restless by design didn't mean I didn't enjoy a goods night rest, and yet even still returning to Gotham, the city did what it was best at, producing some whack job hell bent on wreaking havoc in her.
Ah well, Riddler wasn't a daunting foe, but it was a pain in the butt running around the city dismantling his death traps… honestly the fucking realtors in this city needed to be vetted, because I see no other reasonable explanation on how the likes of Riddler kept getting access to warehouses and estates… no wait if there was a paper trail then surely GCPD could easily track down egomaniac, when he reared his ugly mug.
Food for thought I should probably ask Jay or Pam if there's some sort of underground realtor or broker.
"Mmmh, you smell good," Speak of the devil and she'll start humping at my leg. Pam pressed her curvaceous body into me, and I internally cursed as all the blood was rushing down south. I could feel her smiling in vindictive glee.
"Of course I do, I just took a shower…" I still hadn't removed my face from the pillow, but I feel herself rustling around as she was pressed against me, "Are you touching yourself?"
"Get up and find out?" She was trying her best to stifle her moans.
Pushing her off slightly, I rolled over onto my back, "Stop biting your lip like that."
The lopsided grin promised something oh so sinister, "Why? You want them wrapped around something else?"
"You play dirty."
She gave me a dazzling grin, "I learned it from the best." She then let out a sigh as pulled a hand out of her lacy underwear, and then used her other hand to sooth slash play with my hair, "You seem tired."
Leaning I captured her in a soft kiss, for a moment she wasn't opening her mouth even with my tongue prodding her lips, but eventually her will wavered and things got heated. Sweet of her to think I needed a break, stupid also to think I wasn't down to fuck at the drop of a hat, I was tired not dead.
Yet I could've done without being a length deep in my girlfriend when an unexpected person purring.
"My, my, when Harls said you had a tasty treat, I never figured he'd be so young." Catwoman clad in her skin tight gear leered as her eyes drank in the sight of both Pam and I mid-fuck.
"Damn it, Selina!" Pam huffed and threw a throw at my naked body as she pulled herself off my dick.
Well fuck… Selina Kyle was probably the worst person outside of anyone in the clan to found out about us, considering she knew Bruce was Batman and yet she was still very much a person who had a working relationship with the villains of Gotham.
Pam gritted her teeth and went into a triad of a rant about personal boundaries, whilst also peppering some death threats.
Nevertheless, time was never on my side it seemed, as I got a ping from Babs, I was needed, well I wasn't requested but with her being the eye in the sky for us all, she tended to call in back up for whoever was in the field when they were clearly in over their heads. And it seemed tonight Nightwing needed some back up.
Dressing in my street clothes, I'd have to get changed on the fly considering the uninvited guest, who was getting a tongue lashing by an irate supervillain.
I passed Pam one of my hoodies and pulled out a freshly stocked first-aid kit, "She came because she needs help, babe, not because she's a voyeur,"
"Could be both, pet." Catwoman leered with a flirty wink.
"You're heading out?" Pam exhaled with disappointment.
Shrugging my shoulders I gave her a soft kiss. When we didn't have company around, I'd explain what was up.
The folks of Bludhaven were cut from a different cloth, they came into Gotham for a leisurely holiday for crying out loud.
There was one upside to the city, well not really an upside depending on who you asked, but the city was pretty contained within itself, only ever spilling over to Gotham, and according to Bruce since Dick has taken to watching over the city after his stint with the Titans, that stat has gone way down.
Yet there in laid the problem, Gotham always had Batman, and yet there was a revolving door of capes also, but Bludhaven just had Nightwing watching over her, sure he called in for backup on occasion, but that was when the mood suited him, and he wasn't pulling a brood on the level that Bruce would be proud of.
Hence the hulking orca-woman holding Nightwing up, ready to chomp his head off. The Orca, a former marine biologist who spliced her own DNA with a killer whale to repair spinal cord injury.
Nightwing managed to escape her hold and backflip out of her reach though he didn't encounter for the Orca to have henchmen…
Dropping off Baby who deserved a vigorous polish, for getting here in record time… Pam was just jealous by nature, there was nothing sexual between me and my Baby… anyhow, I dropped off Baby, literally, landing on one of the goons who was about to club an unaware Nightwing.
"Who the hell decides to join up with an orce-spliced woman? No do you know what's a better question, how? How are these jobs being posted? Honestly!"
Nightwing snorted and grapple-gun and zipped kicked The Orca, "Dark web listing, nothing anyone can do except for nuke the internet, and we all know that would lead to more chaos than stopping it." The Orca arched back from the high speed kick sent to her head, following through, I body tackled her left leg, and swirled around axed kicked the back of her right leg.
As she fell to her knees, Nightwing and I worked in tandem and went to town, beating down on the soft spots of the muscle bound animal hybrid.
Not able to take the relentless beating The Orca went down for the count leaving the five fear-struck goons left.
With a cocksure grin, Nightwing pulled out his escrima sticks, and twirled it, "I'd say its gonna be an even fight but…" He then shrugged, "we all know that's pretty laughable."
"Yep." I agreed and we both blitzed them. Even armed with firearms and blunted tools, they stood no chance, with the real threat already taken care of.
After securing them to make sure they couldn't run away if they woke up before the cops arrived, I turned to Nightwing only to see him rush out the construction building that The Orca had pulled him out of, before she was going to rip off his head with her teeth.
"Freak, double time. Caucasian, mid 40s, brown hair, name Carter Forsyth."
"On it." Grappling up to Baby I took to the skies and searched for Nightwing's runaway recuse, as the Bludhaven guardian searched the lower levels.
Fortunately, the search didn't take long, but that's where our luck ended, Forsyth was laid up against the wall of an alley, cacked in blood and prone, almost as if he was dead. Though his breath was shallow, the first aid kit we had on us would do no good, and healing magic was something I sucked at, demons and healing were not a pair well matched.
"Great," Forsyth spat out a glob of blood, "The Do-Gooder,"
"Who got you Forsyth?" Nightwing asked as he knelt down next the man.
"Didn't see shit, they got the drop on me like you freaks, but you can cut them off, when this murdering son of bitch goes after our silent partner, Mayor Madrigal…"
Nightwing let out a deep breath as Forsyth slumped, "He's gone." He turned to me and crackled his weary bones, "Freak, I owe you bud, fighting Orca would've been a pain on my own."
"Don't sweat it, Wing." I walked towards Baby, "You wanna explain the situation on the way to the mayor?"
"You don't…" I gave him a flat look.
"Wing, you've taken a beating and I know you sure as hell won't stop and take a break till this is over, because for as much as you bitch about it when it comes to him, you're just as stubborn as B."
"Ouch." He grinned as he blew the fringe of his hair out of his face.
The downpour of rain was ruining his normally immaculate look.
"I got you, man. You got the Titans, you got the freak club in back Gotham," I pointed a thumb over my shoulder in the general direction of Gotham, "all you got do is ask?" I said with a soft shrug, was I a hypocrite for saying something I'd not ever do myself? For sure, but I had magic, a much sturdy body, unfair skills and a demon transformation that I could fall back on. Nightwing didn't and the world was much worse off if he bit it, than me.
"Freak club?" He said a soft chuckle.
"Lower case f, dude, I don't need the agro of managing all of those saps, as much as we give B grief I don't envy him."
"Well, that was easy."
Dick snorted into his drink as we watched the sun rise and bathed Bludhaven and Gotham in sunlight as we chowed on a greasy burger place he wholehearted recommended I tried before heading back.
"Because of you." I rolled my eyes at his words.
"Oh please, name anyone one of us backing you up there that wouldn't have been able to do what I did?"
The corrupt mayor was being attacked by a guy in a cheap carnival mask with a few 'homemade' weapons, if Nightwing was riding solo, then I could see him, not struggle against the guy, because the OG Boy Wonder was just too good for some random chump in Bludhaven, but to fight and keep the mayor out of the crosshairs was something he'd falter with, thankfully I was there to drop the man off on adjacent rooftop out of harms ways, and then I looped back to make sure the perp didn't get away, some guy Nightwing knew, the cities budget analyst, tired of how things worked in a city like Bludhaven and decided to take things in his own hands with murdering a shit load of people all the while leading Wing on a wild goose chase.
Very Red Hood-esque, but I didn't voice it…
He shrugged his shoulders with his mouth stuffed. Stretching out a kink, I shuffled off the roof edge and Baby caught without prompting, "You need-"
A balled out greasy wrapper pinged off my head, "Get some rest, goober."
"Goober?"
"Seriously, I'm good," He gave me a soft smile, "Thanks Freak." He then nodded as he didn't give me contact for a moment, and then let out a short snort, "I'll be sure to call if I need help, and you know not just rely on the all seeing Oracle."
"Its a massive invasion of privacy and she means well," I said neutrally, my thoughts on Oracles ability of tracking us was conflicting.
"Don't you mean but?"
"Nope, but I'm too tired to care at the moment. And with that I'm off all spooky and mysterious like…"
"...I'm not taking my eyes off you." He mumbled with his mouth full.
"Fun sucker."
A/N - Published 2024/06/16
Yo, usual thanks to all that have shown support to this story. It's my favourite of mine but that doesn't do it much favours.
Last chapter people pointed out when the scenes were taking place, and fair, I'll be sure to go back to writing a time skip if one takes place in between scenes. In answer to last chapter, there wasn't a long skip, the meeting was happening around the same time Connor and Ammon were dealing Match.
Filler chapter, but I'll add a longer 'omake' scene under this. Though it's wildly non-canon cannot state that enough.
I'll be sure when I add these scenes I'll be sure to mark them as canon or not, for example the scene at the end of the last chapter is safe to say did happen between Connor and Ammon but I decided to cut it out because it didn't work with the flow in my opinion.
Non-Canon:
Considering the manor had a two-month-old within, it was a relatively quiet day, yet the promise of a climactic fight was brewing as Ammon chased after Pamela in the parlour as she just wanted a moment of peace, "Come on, Pam. Just let me pick little Alfie's godmother."
Pamela let out a small laugh to herself, she knew full well why he wanted to pick the godmother as opposed to the godfather, it wasn't that he was worried about her choice of the pseudo-mother figure in their son's life if either of them, touch on wood, died. No, it was for one reason and one reason alone, numbers.
Too many brothers vying for the title godfather.
Pamela gave her boyfriend a soft smile, "Just pick one of them and get it over with."
"Easy for you to say." Ammon grumbled under his breath. And yet speak of the devil and he shall appear.
"Just pick me." Jason gave Ammon a wry smile, "You're pretty much an honorary Outlaw, brothers in bond, yada, yada, yada, all that shiz."
Damian announced his presence with a scoff as he appeared from nowhere, "Both Ammon and Alfred are my blood. A claim no one else has. Of course, I am the only one suited to be his godfather."
"Yeah right," Tim rolled his eyes, "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." He pointed at himself, "I'm Ammon's best friend, I should be his son's godfather."
-"Nerd please." Dick proclaimed appearing out of nowhere like the current and also former Robins.
"It's like they have nothing better to do." Pam groaned as she leaned into Ammon.
Ammon shook his head, "They really don't."
"I'm the big bro," Dick raised a finger up, "I'm the one Ammon goes to for advice," He raised a second finger up, counting his points, "good advice," He said quickly sending a pointed glance at Jason, "and I'm the most responsible one." With the third finger up, he turned his hand around and moved it around the three could see the back of his, "Read the between the lines."
"Cutting Dick, cutting." Stephanie said as she, Cassandra and Barbara appeared together, "We should just convince Pamela to let Ammon pick the godmother."
"Aww, thanks for the vote of confidence, Steph." Barbara said with a shit-eating grin, which caused the blonde to let out a scoff.
"As if. I'm his bestfriend." She gave Tim a pointed look.
Cassandra's jaw clenched and she gave the blonde a narrow gaze, 'We are two of one beings, our bond is beyond friendship.'
Hostility was thick in the parlour, the seven crime fighters were tense, glares being thrown at each other, all wanting to stake a stronger claim on the newest member of the family, Alfred 'Alfie' Wayne Lilim.
"Should we fight for it?" Jason suggested, the group all too tempted by the suggestion, so wrapped up that they didn't notice the two parents sneak away.
"Jason that is the dumbe... Gang up on Cass!" Stephanie roared.
The blanked face blacked haired girl, blocked the strikes being sent her way, 'Bring it!'
The two parents sat on the kitchen island sharing a plate of cheesecake, "Alright, I'll concede, you can pick the godmother," Ammon raised a fork, "as long as it's not Harley."
Pamela gave Ammon a hard stare but the younger man didn't waver and the woman knew this wasn't about whatever past either had with the blonde-haired woman, "Fine." She sighed, "Selina." The redhead said drawing the attention of the couple who were sitting inconspicuously at a small round kitchen table, they were clearly fake reading the newspaper, listening to the newly parent's conversation.
"You're Alfie's godmother." Pamela worded it as a demand, not the cat-themed thief cared.
She gave the parents a smile of course, "I would love to."
Pamela hummed and turned her attention to her boyfriend, "You know you have to decide on the godfather now?"
Ammon let out a deep sigh, "I know, I know." As he ran a hand through his hair, "Bruce."
Bruce grinned behind his mug as he took a sip from it, schooling his features he lowered it, "Yes, Ammon?"
"Do you think Superman would be Alfie's godfather if I asked?"
The Batman gave the Freak a blank look.
Ammon rolled his eyes, "Fine, you can be the godfather." He raised a hand up and pointed at the man, "But if you raise him like you did with those clowns, I'll come back from hell, kick your arse."
Bruce's eyes lit up with amusement, "You planning on going to hell soon?"
Ammon let out a scoff, "Cassie is about to come in, victorious and pissed when she finds out we picked you two."
"Deadman walking huh?"
"Yep."
"I'll tell Alfie stories about you." Pamela said as she placed a hand on Ammon's arm.