Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2003 09:34:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Author James <authorjames2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Judgments of a Real Dark Knight 43

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Chapter 43 Tricky Treats

	Halloween came and Lance was invited to a celebrity party
extravaganza thingy, and, guess what?  We were going.  The annual Halloween
party was a themed party and we had to wear costumes that reflected that
theme.  This year the theme was Greek mythology.  It was difficult to
figure out what to dress up as, considering there were so many characters
in Greek mythology.
	"I found one for you," I called to him from the computer one
evening.  "What about Dionysus?  He's the god of fertility and wine and
patron of the arts."
	"We haven't been very fertile in our exploits," Lance joked as he
folded and put laundry away.
	"No, but we keep trying.  Isn't that enough?"
	We both laughed.
	"Besides, you've acted, you sing, those are artsy."
	"Sure," he finally replied.
	"Boy, that is a picture," I said looking at him and back at the
screen.
	"What?" he said putting a shirt away and coming over to the screen.
	"You in a toga," I said with a smile.
	"We can't all wear togas.  We have to come up with an actual
design."
	"Too bad," I said.  "All your flesh hanging out is getting me all
hot and bothered."
	Lance laughed and gave me a squeeze.
	"This site has some pictures.  Maybe we could come up with a design
for you."
	"Here's one for you," Lance said looking over my shoulder.  He
pointed out the name Nemesis, which means "righteous anger, due enactment,
or divine vengeance."
	I stood up so he could sit down and look through the site.
	"It fits perfectly because Nemesis is the god that avenged those
who were wronged."
	I went over and picked up where Lance left off with the laundry.
"I don't know about that.  It might clue people into something that I would
rather they steer clear of."
	"But with your activism, it could also be thought of as true."
After a moment he added, "uh, oh."
	"Uh, oh, what?"
	"It says here the Nemesis was a goddess."
	"I could be a goddess," I said putting one hand on my hip and
throwing the other in the air as if I were posing for Vogue.
	Lance laughed and then cleared his throat.  "I think your hair
would give it away.  Or lack of hair."
	"Hey!"  I was only faking seriousness.
	"But I love you just the same!" Lance begged acting as if he had
committed a heinous crime and begged forgiveness.
	"Whatever."
	I turned and walked away swaying my hips and throwing my nose in
the air.  Then I turned back and laughed.  Lance was on the floor rolling
around laughing.  I took advantage and climbed on top of him pinning him
down and tickling him.
	"Don't tickle me," he said between gasps.
	I laughed and finally climbed off.  He gasped hard catching his
breath, and then slowly, he got up and sat back in the chair.  As I folded
the laundry the room remained in silence, with the exception of some typing
and clicking Lance did on the computer.  The typing suddenly stopped and
Lance said, "How about this one?"
	"What?"  I walked over and looked over his shoulder.
	"Atlas," he replied.
	"Why him?"
	"There are times, Eric, it seems like you carry the weight of the
world on your shoulders.  You try so hard to make things right.  And some
of those times don't even concern you.  You selflessly give."
	I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed tight.  "I couldn't do
what I do without you."
	"Now we have to get costumes," he said.

	October 31st came and I breathed a sigh of relief.  The streets had
been quiet with the exception of a few muggers, some bank robbers, and the
occasional vampire. There wasn't a sign of the Joker or Catman.  That gave
me concern as, when Lance and I returned, the Joker had stolen several vats
of chemicals from nearby chemical plants.  I had Oracle cross-checking
General Rekoj's chemical knowledge and experiments with a list of the
chemicals stolen.  So far, nothing had come up.
	It was weird patrolling without Nightwing.  I had grown fond of
working with him.  He seemed like a very sincere and capable young man who
would do very well in life.  I had missed him since his departure for New
York with Arsenal.
	Robin seemed to have the most difficulty with it.  He felt as if he
had lost his best friend, and in a sense he did.  He and Nightwing showed
up around the same time.  They went through the Vampire War together, and
they were close to the same age.  He took it rather hard when Nightwing
left, although he understood it.
	Batgirl didn't have a problem with it.  She had said she would miss
him, certainly.  But being a Vampire Slayer, she knew that nothing ever
stayed the same.  She pointed out Christine dying as a case in point.  No
one could predict when life would change dramatically and unalterably.

	We arrived at the masquerade party and entered.  There were
hundreds of people that I recognized from the movie industry as well as
from the music industry.  Eminem, 50 cent, Ashanti, Pink, Jennifer Garner,
Matt Damon, Ben Affleck, Leonardo DiCaprio, Britney Spears, Mandy Moore,
Michelle Brand, and many, many more.  Even the casts of several television
shows were there, including Ashton Kutcher, Topher Grace, and Danny
Masterson.
	Several of the really buff, tall, and good-looking guys dressed as
Hercules, and they were in competition to find out from everyone who made
the best Hercules.  Needless to say it was difficult to decide.  Ashton
Kutcher had the long hair and the Greek chin that made him fit.  Sean
William Scott also looked the part.  Lance and I just shrugged and moved
on.
	The music was great, the food was good, and the conversations went
well.  Leonardo DiCapro had approached me and we talked for a while of my
plans for the youth center.
	"What are you going to call it?" he asked.
	"The Hunter Center," I answered.  "I had a friend commit suicide
because he thought being gay was wrong.  He went to a psychologist who
tried to cure him.  Hunter couldn't take it any more so he killed himself."
	"I'm sorry to hear that."
	"Thanks.  I'm doing okay with it.  It was a year ago that it
happened.  It's my hope this center will prevent others from doing the same
thing."
	"I wish you luck with it.  Let me know if there is anything I can
do.  I believe whole-heartedly in what you are doing."
	"Thanks," I said shaking his hand.
	"What were you two talking about?" Lance asked as he came up from
behind.
	"The Center," I said.  "I told him about Hunter and the purpose of
the Center.  He offered to help if there is anything I need."
	Lance smiled.  "That's nice of him."
	"Ladies and gentlemen, gods of all Greekdom!  It is time for some
merry making from our very own Pan!"
	The lights dimmed and someone came out on the stage playing a flute
and dancing merrily.  The people around him clapped as this person got into
the part.
	"And here come Pan's Nymphs!"
	Two young women came out playing instruments as well.
	"They're pretty good," Lance said.
	Pan made his way over to us and I noticed something wrong,
horribly, terribly wrong.  Pan had white skin and green hair.
	"Hello, Dionysus," Pan said as he grabbed Lance by the arm.  "Come
with me.  After all, we belong together."
	Lance just chuckled and followed along.  I tried to go after Pan,
as I recognized him to be the Joker, but the crowd moved around me keeping
me from him.
	Someone screamed and all eyes turned to see a dark-haired man
kissing someone on the neck.  The man stood behind the young woman.  He
looked up and smiled.  Then he picked up the girl.
	"She is merely asleep," the man said as he carried her toward a
door.  "I am Thanatos, the personification of death.  And my death is
gentle."
	Everyone clapped at these actors portraying Greek characters,
everyone except me.  I had my lover to find.  The Joker had him and I
wasn't about to let him get away.  Unfortunately, I did not have my costume
with me.  I didn't have time to get it, though.  I didn't trust that madman
to touch Lance for a second, let alone drag him away.
	I moved my way through the crowd trying to be polite.  "Excuse me,"
I would say as I placed my hands on people and gently nudged them aside.  I
tripped over someone's foot and fell.  Beside my head were two feet.  When
I looked up, I could see right up Ashton Kutcher's toga.  'My god, he's
big!' I thought as I saw his cock and balls hanging loosely underneath his
toga.
	"Are you okay?" he asked as he knelt down and helped me up.
	"I'm fine," I replied.  "Did you see where Pan took Lance?"
	"Through there," he said pointing to a nearby door.
	"Thanks," I said.
	I was over at the door quickly and pushed on it hoping to open it.
It was locked from the other side.  Holding my hand up to the door, I
attempted to unlock it.  'Stay calm, Eric.  It won't do any good to you if
the door blows off the hinges.'
	Concentrating as hard as I could, I was able to unlock the door and
pass through.  When I closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.  Then I
picked a direction and went.

	Pan appeared at the back of the room with Lance.
	"Where's your little Atlas?" Pan asked.
	"Probably looking for me."
	"Oh, good.  Hopefully Batfink will realize I'm here and will come."
	"Is that why you took me?  To lure Batman out?"
	"Getting Batman to come out is why I'm here.  Picking you was
obvious, Mister Di."

	I worked my way behind the stage toward the other side.  'They had
to have come this way,' I thought to myself.
	I stopped when I heard a muffled cry and, slowly, peeked my head
around the corner.  Thanatos stood with his lips on some young man's neck.
After closer examination, I realized that the 'kiss of death' he was giving
was a literal kiss.  He was a vampire.
	A broom rested against the wall so I grabbed it and snapped off the
brush end.  Then I turned the corner.
	"Leave him alone, Thanatos."
	Slowly the vampire looked up at me and smiled.  "This is a first,"
he stated.  "A non-costumed mortal dares challenge me.  This should be
easy."
	'Non-costumed mortal?' I thought.  'He must be Catman.'
	"I've had to deal with vampires before," I said as I spun the broom
handle around.  "I can take care of myself."
	Thanatos let the body of the young server fall to the floor.  He
looked at me and started walking.  When our eyes locked, I lost control of
my body.  I could not move no matter how much I tried.
	The vampire circled me and smiled.  "You are here to do what?  Find
your husband," he answered before I could say anything.  In fact I couldn't
say anything at all.  The answers he was getting were directly from my
mind.  He could read exactly who I was.
	"You are searching for you husband, taken by...the Joker.  Now, how
do you expect to beat a trained Russian General?"  The vampire's footsteps
stopped.  "Aha!  You're Batman."

To Be Continued...

Lance being held by the Joker.  Eric under the mind control of Catman.  And
now Catman knows that Eric and Batman are one in the same.  What will
happen next?