Date: Sun, 5 Sep 2010 00:46:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Brown <theblackcat5679@yahoo.com>
Subject: Frankie and Gotham Chapter 1: The City of Darkness "M/M"

Disclaimer:  I  don't own any of the DC  comics  characters.
This  is a work of fiction. All rights and stuff go to  them
except for the characters that I make.

Chapter 1: The City of Darkness

      I  walked  through the streets of Gotham, feeling  the
cold  air  hit my face, the smells a mixture of car  exhaust
and  sweat. I pass by the prostitutes and the hoodlums,  the
thugs  and the homeless, wondering what they were like  when
they  were  young.  Did  they aspire  to  be  astronauts  or
novelists,  I  don't  think  anyone  would  dream  of  being
homeless.  The  darkness  of this  city  is  unnatural,  and
ultimately  stunning. I myself am a lover of the  nighttime,
but  some  nights, even these streets can be too  dark.  The
occasional  car  passes  by, eliminating  my  way  over  the
cracked concrete sidewalk.
      "Only one more street and then your home." I think  to
myself.
     I quicken my pace after hearing some rustling behind me
and as I get to the corner of my street a couple men come up
on  me.  I turn quickly to the alley, trying to get  through
and  onto the next street, but there is something that tells
me,  this  was an error in judgment. I can feel my heartbeat
start to rumble and when I hit the dead end of the alley,  I
realize my mistake. I must have passed this alley over  1000
times and yet forgot that it is one of many that doesn't  go
all the way through.
      I can hear their laughing from behind and as I turn to
see  the  two men, I try to remember the basics of my  self-
defense  class, a simple kick to the groin, or the  palm  of
the  hand  to the base of the nose and pushing up.  As  they
step  into the light, I get a better look at them. Truth  be
told  they  looked  better in the  shadows.  The  first  was
extremely  thin,  looking like a cancer  victim,  while  the
other  was rather large, I am a plus size guy, but  its  all
curves,  this  guy was just disturbingly fat. As  they  walk
closer,  the stench of alcohol is more evident. I see  their
greasy skin rubbing against the brick walls and finally  the
thin one speaks,
     "Lookee what we got here Borus, a nice young one."
     "Yeah, I bet he'll put out just fine, J."
      So it seems the duo had names, the fat one's Borus and
the thin one's J, fantastic, I thought. They kept eyeing  me
up  and  down,  now I know how a steak in  a  grocery  store
feels. Finally after a few seconds, the thin one (J) made  a
move, with his left hand he pulled out a dirty bowie knife,
      "I'm  gonna cut you nice and slow, then as you  bleed,
were gonna take turns fuckin you."
      I  smirked, but was petrified on the inside. With  all
the  strength  I could muster, I sarcastically answered  his
statement.
       "Just  want I wanted, to be gangbanged down  a  dirty
alley,  by one who's dick is probably the size of a  tootsie
roll,  while  the  other, most likely hasn't  seen  his  for
years."
     "Oh, this ones got a smart mouth, let's show him how to
put it to good use."
     The first cut, seemed to be the worst. Feeling the cold
steel slice through the skin on my shoulder made me wince in
pain, but I remained standing. Borus came up to me, and  all
I could think to do was kick him in the groin. Regardless of
all  the  fat between his legs, I connected with  something,
because  he  fell  to the ground like a  sack  of  potatoes,
wailing in pain. As I watched him fall, J was free to  punch
my  in the jaw, it was a decent hit, enough to make me  fall
to  the ground on my hands and knees. As I was about to lift
myself  up,  I felt J's thin leg hit my chest, knocking  the
air out of my lungs.
     By this time, Borus had got to his feet, still grabbing
his  crotch, but as his leg connected with my stomach I fell
on  my  side.  The pain was excruciating, but  I  was  still
conscious. I could feel the tears falling,
     "Come on boy, get up. Don't make this so easy."
      I managed to stand back up and as I peered between the
two  men, I saw a figure shrouded in darkness. I wasn't sure
whether  I  was  hallucinating, but after I heard  the  deep
voice  and saw the two men whirl around, I realized  that  I
wasn't  seeing things. The figure walked up to the two  men,
grabbing  them both by the nape of their necks  and  slammed
their faces together.
      They fell over, still breathing, but unconscious.  The
figure walked up to me, and as he stepped into the light,  I
saw the masked face of Batman. I even whispered his name,
     "Batman."
     "Your bleeding, let me take a look."
      I  turned my head, looking at my shoulder. The cut was
worse than I thought. The blood was trying to coagulate, but
the  cold  misty air wasn't helping. I turned  back  to  see
Batman opening a compartment in his belt and pulling  out  a
neon yellow vile. He unscrewed the cap and warned me that it
was  going to sting, and as he poured the liquid in the cut,
I felt a searing pain, as if I was being burned. I cried out
in pain, but after a few seconds, the wound stopped burning.
It was now just a sore annoyance.
     "Can you walk?"
     "Yes, I think."
      I  went to move and felt the pain from the kicks in my
chest. I managed well with baby steps. I continued for a few
feet, but started to fall. Just as I lost my balance, I felt
a  strong hand catch me. So there I was in the middle  of  a
dark  alley with the dark knight himself, looking completely
ridiculous. I felt his other arm curl under my legs and lift
me  up. I wrapped my arm around his neck and watched  as  he
carried me through the alley and back onto my street.
     "Where do you live?"
     "Th.the last house, my keys are in my pocket."
      When he walked up the steps, he let me gently down, so
I  could  retrieve my keys. I put the key into the lock  and
heard  the click. As he guided me into my kitchen, he turned
on  the  light above the stove, giving everything  an  eerie
yellow glow. I grabbed a glass of water, trying to drink and
process what happened.
     "I was almost killed.wasn't I?"
     "Almost, but everything is alright now."
     "Thank you."
     "You're welcome."
     I turned to get some more water and when I turned back,
he  was gone. My front door was closed and the keys were  on
the living room table. I felt like everything was just a bad
dream,  but the pain in my chest was a reminder,  that  this
was  anything but. I placed the glass on the counter, slowly
walked to the front door, and locked the deadbolts. I  still
couldn't believe that this had happened, but I guess  that's
the price you pay when you live in the city of crime.
      I  managed to get into my bedroom, stripped out of  my
clothes  that  still smelt like the alley,  and  slipped  my
shoes  off.  My bed was a comfortable reward for the  nights
ordeal. I rested my eyes, but the pain in my side and  chest
was too much for sleep to come. So as I'm laying here let me
introduce myself.
                           ******
     My name is Franklin (Frankie) Allen Olivera, I'm 22 and
I  own a small chocolate shop in the nicer side of the city.
I'm  6'2",  brown  eyes, jet black hair, that  falls  to  my
shoulders and my skin tone is the color of caramel.  Like  I
said  above, I'm a plus size guy, the result of working with
chocolate,  you  get  to sample. I do it  now  occasionally,
because  when  you  work with something all  the  time,  you
rarely  crave it. My parents owned the shop before  me,  but
they  died  in  a  plane crash, leaving me with  everything,
including  the bills. I manage to make ends meet,  but  some
months are harder than others.
      My  love life is slightly lacking, let me be honest  I
had  one  boyfriend, but he ended up planting his affections
in  someone who looked like a model. In a way, I  pity  him,
because he left me for a guy who's worried about his  looks,
and  after  a few years those precious looks will fade,  and
then  he will be left with just another skinny asshole.  I'm
sure  to some that speaks highly of bitterness, but  if  I'm
bitter, I think I can deal with that.
      If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm gay, but on the
outside  I have been told that you really can't tell,  which
for me is something I like. I'm not ashamed to be gay, but I
don't  believe that parading myself around like the  missing
link  between  man  and woman, will get  me  acceptance  and
respect.
     So now, you know who I am and what I do, lets just hope
tomorrow goes better.
                           ******
     I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock, and as I went
to  stand  up.  I felt all the pain hit me  like  a  ton  of
bricks. I went into my bathroom, grabbed some pain relieving
medicine,  and took as many as safely possible. After  about
thirty  minutes, I could feel the medication begin  to  kick
in. I took a shower, got dressed and went to catch the bus.
      Work  was  nothing  out of the  ordinary.  The  normal
customers,  but at around closing time I got  an  unexpected
and  pleasant surprise. I got up from my stool and  went  to
switch  the  open sign off, when there was a  knock  at  the
door. I peered out and saw the face of Bruce Wayne, Gotham's
most  eligible billionaire bachelor. He opened the door  and
smiled, showing off his shining teeth.
     "Are you still open for business?"
      "Sure, I was just about to close up, but it looks like
you will be my last customer."
     "Thank you, my names Bruce by the way."
      "I  know who you are Mr. Wayne. Everyone knows who you
are."
      He  smiled  and  I  smirked as I walked  back  to  the
counter. The pain was starting to come back, and as  I  held
my chest and tried to walk slowly, I guess Bruce noticed.
     "Are you okay?"
      I  stood  behind  the  counter, holding  onto  it,  to
stabilize myself.
      "I've been better. I almost got mugged last night, but
thankfully Batman saved me."
     I watched as his expression slightly changed.
      "Gotham really doesn't know how fortunate they are  to
have someone like him."
     "What do you mean?"
      "Well the papers are always saying that he is a menace
and that they don't need him. If he wouldn't have been there
to  save me, I most likely would have been killed, he  is  a
true hero."
     Bruce smirked,
      "I'm sure he would have liked to have heard that  from
you."
      "Well I did thank him, but I wish I could do something
more  to show my gratitude, but what can you give to someone
like him."
      Bruce  looked  around at all the  chocolates,  he  was
trying  to  decide on something and after a few  minutes,  I
decided to help him out. I looked at what he was wearing and
how  his posture was, business like, with a little tweak  of
adventure. I figured out what he would enjoy the most.
     "Mr. Wayne."
     "You can call me Bruce."
     "Okay, Bruce. I think I found what you're looking for."
      He  looked  at  me  with a skeptical  expression,  but
watched me as I walked over to the shelf and pulled  down  a
bowl of dark chocolate dipped cranberries. I had the bowl in
both hands,
      "Here,  try  one,  on the house.  I  know  there  your
favorite."
     "Really."
     I watched as he picked one up, placing it on his tongue
and   started  chewing.  It  didn't  take  long  before  his
skeptical  expression melted into a smile  of  satisfaction.
His  eyes  closed and I heard him lightly moan.  If  only  I
could  be  the  one to make him moan like that,  I  thought.
After a few more seconds, he opened his eyes.
     I smiled, "I take it you like them."
     "How did you ever guess that those were my favorite?"
      "It's not that hard. By the cut of your suit, you went
to  a  very prestigious school and by your posture, you have
very  good manners, but with good manners comes human nature
for  adventure. It's a little hard to explain, but when  you
mix  the  way you look with everything, it comes down  to  a
dark chocolate covered cranberry."
      "Well,  I  still don't know how you  do  it,  but  you
obviously  know  what you're doing. How much  are  they  per
pound?"
     "Um.they are 10.50 per lb."
     "Well I will take three pounds."
     "Coming right up."
      I  took  the bowl and went to the scale, weighing  out
three pounds, putting a little extra for good luck, not that
Bruce  Wayne  needed it, but you never know.  I  placed  the
chocolates in a plastic bag, with my custom label, and  tied
it off with a nice blue grey ribbon. As I turned back to the
counter,  I noticed that Bruce was focusing on my  backside,
but  I  figured that it was just my imagination and hormones
getting the best of me. I placed the bag on the counter  and
put the amount into the cash register.
     "Okay, Bruce, your total comes to $31.50."
     I watched as he pulled out his wallet, slightly opening
it and handing me a fifty.
     "Here you go, keep the change."
     "Thank you."
      "I  hope  to see you again. By the way I didn't  catch
your name."
     "It's Frankie."
      "Well goodnight Frankie, and please be careful.  Don't
take anymore alleys."
     "I won't. Goodnight."
     He turned to leave and I couldn't help but stare at his
butt  as  it  lightly swayed. As Bruce closed  the  door,  I
quickly followed, turning the sign off and locking the door.
By  the  time  I  got  out, I saw the  bus  just  leave  the
terminal. I tried to run, but the pain was too much.
     "Great, just freaking fantastic.
      It's  going to take me at least an hour to  get  home,
maybe  longer in this condition. I started to turn  back  to
the store, when a familiar voice, made me jump.
     "Would you care for a ride? I see you missed your bus."
      I  turned  to  see Bruce waiting by a  nice  61  Coupe
Deville.
      "Normally  I  would say no thanks, but I really  don't
want to walk home."
     He opened the passenger door for me and I slid in. As I
got  settled, I watched him walk to the driver side and  get
in.  After we both buckled up, he started the engine and  we
were  off.  I  gave  him directions to where  I  lived,  but
something  said  that he really didn't need  them.  That  he
somehow knew where I lived already.
     "Bruce can I ask you a question?"
     "Sure."
     "Aren't you usually chauffeured?"
      "Yes,  but I gave Alfred the night off. Alfred  is  my
butler and driver."
     "Oh okay."
      After  a few minutes of silence, we reached my  house.
Bruce pulled into the driveway and turned off the ignition.
     "Would you like to come in for a drink?"
     "I don't want to impose."
      "You won't be, you'll be the first company I've had in
a few weeks."
     "Only if you're sure."
      "I  am.  Now  I'm sure its nothing compared  to  Wayne
manor, but I got.what I got."
     "Not a problem."
     We both slid out of the car and as he set the alarm, we
walked  up  to  my little one room home. After checking  the
mail,  I  got  out my keys and unlocked the  front  door.  I
turned  the  living room light on, revealing my  posters  of
Marilyn Monroe and Katherine Hepburn. He walked in and  shut
the door behind him. I set my keys on the table and went  to
the kitchen to get something to drink.
      "What  do you like to drink Bruce, coffee, tea, water,
soda, brandy?"
     I smirked at the latter and saw Bruce smirking as well.
      "I  will  take a cup of tea. By the way I really  love
your home, it's very cozy. It looks like a home to live  in.
You  know how there are houses that always stay houses,  but
they never become homes. I don't like that."
     "I agree."
      He  walked into my small dinning room and stood by the
table.
     "You can have a seat if you like."
      I  watched as he took off his coat and sat  down,  and
began watching me. Even as I had my back to him, I felt  his
eyes on me. When I turned to give him his cup, I noticed how
tight  his  shirt was fitting him, hugging  onto  his  every
muscle.  I placed the hot cup on a coaster and went back  to
the stove to pour myself one.
     "Do you take lemon, or sugar?"
     "Both if you have some."
     "I do."
       I  grabbed  the  pre-sliced  lemon  wedges  from  the
refrigerator and my little container of sugar and  sat  down
at  the  table. Just as I sat down, I realized  I  forgot  a
spoon.  I went to stand up, but felt some pain, and  winced.
Bruce clearly noticed,
     "Would you like me to get a spoon?"
     "If you don't mind."
     "Not a problem. Just tell me where to go."
     "It's the top drawer on the left."
      He stood up and found the utensils drawer, grabbing  a
spoon  and sitting back down. He handed it to me and I mixed
some  of  the sugar into my tea, and squeezed a lemon  wedge
into  the brown liquid. I handed the spoon back to  him  and
watched as he did the same.
      As  he was busy mixing away, I peered up at the clock,
8:47pm.  I  heard  the spoon lightly hit  the  table  as  he
finished  mixing, bring my attention back to him.  This  was
the  first time I noticed how beautiful his eyes were.  They
were  a  nice shade of hazel, almost the color of ochre.  He
smiled a half smile and sipped his tea.
     "This is really good. What company is it?"
     "It isn't, I mix my own teas."
     "Wow, it tastes really good. What's in it? If you don't
mind me asking."
      "It's  a  mix  of orange peel, rose hip, lavender  and
raspberry leaf."
     "Sounds just as good as it tastes."
     "Well thank you."
     "So Frankie, what do you do for fun?"
      "Nothing  really, I just work and stay home.  I  don't
have any friends; I'm kind of a loner."
      Bruce looked rather sad. He placed his hand on top  of
mine. It was soft and coarse at the same time.
     "We have to change that."
     "What do you mean?"
      "Well how would you like to have dinner tomorrow at my
house?"
      I was stunned, Bruce Wayne just asked me out, but he's
straight.  I always see him on the news on in the  newspaper
with a woman on his arm.
      "Look Bruce don't take this the wrong way, but are you
even  gay? Because I don't want to get emotionally  attached
to a straight man. I don't think I can handle that."
     "Well if you do get emotionally attached it won't be to
a  straight man. I really wouldn't like this to get into the
tabloids, but I'm gay. The women I go out with are just  for
public appearances, that's all."
     "Alright."
      "Is  that  `alright' you understand or `alright',  you
will go out with me tomorrow?"
     "Both."
     I watched as his expression changed. He smiled brighter
than  ever.  We  shared small talk, and  after  about  forty
minutes, he said that he should get going. I was sad to  see
him  leave, but I understood. As I walked him to  the  front
door, he opened it and turned to look me in the eyes.
      "Frankie would it be to forward of me to kiss  you  on
the cheek?"
      "Well  for any other guy I would say yes it would  be,
but  because you're Bruce Wayne, you get special treatment."
We both shared a smile.
      He  leaned over and lightly kissed me on my  cheek.  I
rather wished it were more than that, but I guess that  that
was good enough. He bid me good night and turned to leave. I
locked  the door, made a sandwich and went to my bedroom  to
watch some TV.      After finishing my food, I went to clean
up the kitchen and get ready for bed. I finished washing the
dishes, drying them off and putting them away, and then made
my  way to my room and got undressed for a shower. The water
felt good, and as I lathered up some soap to wash my hair, I
got  the  feeling that I wasn't alone. I quickly washed  out
the  soap and turned the water off. I climbed out of the tub
and  put my pajamas on. As I was drying my hair, I went into
my  bedroom and hung up my towel. I noticed that  my  window
was  open and my first thought was that those two guys  from
last  night found out where I lived and came back to  finish
the job. I felt a hand touch my back and as I turned around,
I saw that it was the masked face of Batman.
     "Jeezus, you scared me."
      "My  apologizes,  I just wanted to see  how  you  were
doing."
     "I feel okay, I'm sore, but okay."
     "That's good."
     "So did you just come to check on me?"
     "Well yes.and to do my job."
      "Yes.and  about that. I really want to thank  you  for
saving my life."
      I  walked up to him and looked into his eyes,  feeling
like I knew him. I took a chance and kissed his lips. I kept
my  eyes  open to see what he would do, but all he  did  was
stand  there,  but after a few seconds I felt his  arm  hold
onto my side.
     "Oww."
     "I'm sorry."
      "No.I'm  sorry  I shouldn't have kissed  you.  I  just
wanted  to thank you and I figure this was the best I  could
do."
     "Your welcome."
      As  he  said this he leaned down and kissed  me  back,
letting  my  tongue travel into his mouth. I backed  up  and
fell  onto  my bed, letting him get on top of me. His  silky
cape flowed over him and onto me. He took his gloves off and
let his hands travel under my shirt. I moaned out,
     "Aw.Batman."
     "Yes Frankie."
      We  kissed for a while, and as we did, I let  my  hand
travel  over his rubber-costumed chest and felt for a  seam,
finally after a second I found one under his utility belt. I
reached in and felt his hardness growing. Just by feeling, I
could tell he was well gifted. I could hear him moan,
      "Oh  I  haven't  felt like this in  a  long  time."  I
whispered
     "That's a shame. Any man would be lucky to have you."
     "Thanks."
      I pulled my hand out from his costume and placed it on
his back. I could feel him, through his costume, still hard.
While our tongues wrestled, I tasted something familiar, but
I  couldn't put my finger on it. When he lifted back  up,  I
got up with him.
      "I wish people knew how really special you are Batman.
Every night you risk your life to save helpless people  like
me."
      "Thank you, but you're not helpless. And I wish people
saw how special you are as well."
      I  straitened his belt for him and as I reached to fix
his  mask,  he lightly grabbed my wrist, not painfully,  but
enough to stop me.
      "I  wasn't going to try and remove it. I promise. It's
just a little crooked."
      He  let go of my hands and I lightly straightened  his
mask. I smiled as I finished,
     "That took a lot of trust didn't it?"
      "It  did. I know a lot of people who would die to know
my identity."
      "I would like to know, but it's up to you, if you want
to  tell  me.  I would never try to do anything  that  would
jeopardize your identity."
      "Thank  you.  I'm sure if you think about  it,  you'll
figure it out for yourself."
      I smirked and as he climbed on the ledge of my window,
I waved goodbye. He nodded as he disappeared into the night.
I turned out the light and tried to get some sleep. But when
I  rolled over, I felt something on my back, I reached over,
feeling  a  little pain, but pulled out his  gloves.  Batman
forgot his gloves, I couldn't believe it.

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Chapter 2: Dinner with a Bat