Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 16:08:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Brown <theblackcat5679@yahoo.com>
Subject: Frankie & Gotham / Chapter 2: Dinner With A Bat (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 2: Dinner with a Bat
I got up, feeling lees pain, and realized that I was
holding onto Batman's gloves for dear life. As I crawled out
of bed, I put the gloves in my dresser and got ready for
work. I was still taking pain meds, but less of them. After
taking a shower, I got dressed, fixed my hair and walked to
the bus stop.
Work was still normal, there were a few more customers
today. At about ten minutes to closing time, I felt the
butterflies in my stomach. I was in the back getting my
stuff ready, when I heard the door bell ring. I walked back
into the main shop room, and saw a bundle of red roses on
the counter and a note.
To a Very Sweet Man,
I will send Alfred to pick you
up at your place at 8:30pm.
You Friend and More,
BW
I picked up the roses and closed a few minutes early. I
also grabbed a bag of dark chocolate covered apricots, I
figured it would be something that both Alfred and Bruce
would enjoy. I caught the bus and watched as all the
passengers looked at my flowers, probably thinking that I
was on my way to give them to someone, instead of being the
receiver.
After a few minutes, the bus came to my stop and I ran
off and headed home. I checked the mail, more bills,
unlocked the door and went into to change clothes. At around
8:15pm there was a knock at the door. I peered through the
peep hole and saw a man that looked to be in his early 50's,
I figured this was Alfred.
I unlocked the door and smiled as the man smiled at me.
He looked very clean, nice dress pants, and jacket.
"You must be Alfred?"
"Yes and you must be Master Olivera."
"Yes, please come in. I'm almost ready."
"Thank you."
He walked in, but remained standing as I went to put on
my shoes and grab my wallet and the chocolates. When I came
back into the living room, I saw that Alfred was eyeing my
picture of Marilyn Monroe.
"It's nice to see there are still young people who like
the classic era of Hollywood. I wish she was still alive."
"Me too. I would have loved to have met her."
"I had the pleasure of meeting her.when I was younger
of course."
"What was she like?"
"She had the sweetest voice and was full of love and
compassion."
"I'm really jealous. I wish someone could have helped
her."
"Me too. Well are you all set Master Olivera?"
"Yes and if it isn't too much trouble could you call me
by my first name."
"Master Frankie."
The way he said it was full of caring.
"That will work, if it's not too much trouble."
"Not at all. Master Frankie."
***
And with that we were off. The windows of the limousine
were tinted and as we drove out of the main part of Gotham
and headed towards the outskirts, I noticed that I had never
been this way. The trees seemed different, almost like this
area was perfectly kept to its original status, untouched by
man. After about thirty minutes, we arrived at Wayne manor.
As Alfred opened my door, I was in awe of the building
in front of me. The architecture was exquisite. I looked at
all the windows and saw the sculpture of gargoyles on the
roof, to scare away the birds. The whole thing was stunning.
Alfred led me into the house, and I felt a sudden fear
that I was under dressed. Me, in my simple shorts and a
shirt, I was surrounded by renaissance paintings and
statures behind glass. I kept my hands at my sides and tried
to remain calm. Alfred must have noticed,
"Master Frankie, you look tense. Are you okay?"
"I just feel out of place."
Alfred got quite serious, "Nonsense. I have a good read
on people and you're a good person. All this stuff, is at
the end of the day, stuff. You, Master Bruce and myself are
all that really matter. Were irreplaceable."
"Wow, thanks."
"Not a problem. Now let me fetch."
I heard his voice from the side, "No need, I'm right
here."
I turned slightly to see Bruce walking up the way, with
no shirt on, and all sweaty. It was very difficult for me to
pay attention to his face, when I was watching his stomach.
There was so much muscle; I could literally wash clothes on
that stomach. He saw me watching and just smiled.
"I'm glad to see you Frankie. I'm going to take a
shower and then I will be back down."
"Alright."
As he walked off, I followed Alfred to the living room.
We shared a few small words, and after a few quiet moments,
Bruce came in, wearing a black tee shirt and blue jeans. He
walked up to me and gave me a hug.
"Sorry I wasn't able to do that earlier, but I was
sweaty."
"I wouldn't have minded."
Alfred was about to leave, but I asked him to stay.
"I brought something for the both of you."
I handed the bag to Bruce who untied the ribbon and
picked out a quarter sized apricot that was half dipped in
the dark mixture of cocoa. I watched as he passed the bag to
Alfred who had no problem with grabbing one as well.
"So what do you think? I added some extra chili powder.
It really brings out the flavor of the chocolate."
Alfred was still chewing his, but Bruce was finished.
"I really like them Frankie. I like the spice."
"I agree with Master Bruce. I haven't had chocolate
like that in years. You really are a great chocolatier."
"Thank you. That means a lot."
Alfred took the bag with him into the kitchen and
returned with them in a bowl. After placing them on the
table and grabbing another, he walked away, leaving Bruce
and me alone.
We walked down the halls of the mansion, I was amazed
at all the stuff he had, it was more like a museum, than a
house. As I would look at the paintings, I noticed Bruce was
just watching me.
"So what do you think on my house."
"It's amazing, better than mine."
"I disagree; you have something that I don't."
"What's that?"
"The natural warmth."
"I have a heater, you have a fireplace, but I know what
you mean."
We smiled and as the minutes flew by, Alfred found us.
"Sir, dinner is ready. And may I say again, Master
Frankie your chocolates are purely divine."
"Thank you again Alfred."
***
Dinner was great, a simple pot roast, with mashed
potatoes and gravy. As I placed a piece of the meat into my
mouth, I remembered how my mom had cooked this, many times.
I felt a tear fall down my cheek and of course, both Alfred
and Bruce noticed.
"Is everything okay?"
"The last time I had pot roast like this, it was cooked
by my mother. I could swear this is the exact same thing. My
compliments to the cook and as I looked over, Alfred
smiled."
After dinner, Bruce and I sat by the fire and talked
about our lives. He caught me off guard when he asked about
what happened to my parents.
"They were on the tenth anniversary and were flying
over to Greece, when a storm knocked their plane out of the
sky, I was 18."
"I'm so sorry, I know how you feel, I lost my parents
as well."
"Yes I remember reading an article about you in the
Gotham times. I believe the quote said, "my parents were
slain by a filthy, thug."
I watched as Bruce smiled, but I could tell there was
something else he wanted to say. It was as if, he was
dealing with an inner demon and wanted to let me in, but
refused. With my back against the couch, facing the flames,
Bruce scooted until we were side to side. Our thighs, now
touching, and as I looked into his eyes, I could see the
lust that was growing. He placed his hand on my naked leg,
and started caressing it.
"May I kiss you Frankie?"
"You don't have to ask."
I watched as he lifted his arm, placing it behind me,
and leaned in for the kill. Our lips touched, and there were
sparks flying. The softness of his touch was something that
I thought I almost forgot, but then again he had a few more
years of experience than I. As he opened my mouth with his,
I could feel his tongue slither against mine. I lifted up
and laid on the couch, sprawled out like a cat, waiting for
him to lift on top of me. Like I expected, he crawled like a
monster from the depths below and put a leg on either side
of my thighs, and we resumed battling with our mouths. I
felt his hand reach under my shirt; I could swear that I
have felt this before, d‚j… vu.
He untied my hair letting it fall and started to smell
it.
"You smell like roses and lavender."
I didn't respond, because truth of the matter I really
couldn't, as Bruce began caressing between my legs and I
could get my brain to focus on a response. I figured two
could play at this game. I let my free hand start to wonder
and as it did, I could feel his harness growing. I willed my
fingers to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants and reach
in. To my surprise, Bruce wasn't wearing any underwear, so
this was an easy mission. I could feel the head of his girth
swell in my hand and as I heard his quick intake of breath,
I smirked, figuring I caught him off guard.
So there I was, stroking Bruce Wayne, while he was
grinding against my crotch, which seemed to awaken from a
dark slumber. Our moans had suddenly gotten louder, but when
everything started to get good, I noticed him glance at
something out the window and suddenly lift up.
"I have to go. I just remembered that I have some
important paperwork to do. We have a possible merger at the
company."
"Are you serious?"
I had instantly gone from complete ecstasy, to pissed
off mode in a matter of milliseconds. When he lifted off me,
his erection extremely evident, I readjusted my shirt. He
looked at me with a sorrowful expression on his face, but at
the moment I really didn't care.
"Alfred will take you home."
"This is fuc.really ridiculous."
"I'm sorry, but I have to go."
Alfred rounded the corner, with a strange expression on
his face when he looked at Bruce. I felt like the third
party, not let into the private joke. Bruce went to kiss me
on the cheek, but I turned my head and walked away, heading
for the front door. Alfred quickly came from behind,
"Don't be too upset at the master, he really likes you.
I can see it on his face."
"Alfred I just really feel stupid, and above everything
else I feel so cheap, like a rag that's at his disposal."
I could feel some tears fall, but they weren't from
sadness, they were from, something less than hatred. I
wouldn't say loathing, but pretty dame close. As I got
outside, I waited for Alfred to pull up with the limo. I got
in and we were off. I could see in my peripheral vision that
Alfred was looking at my in the rear view mirror, but I
didn't want to look at him. We pulled up to my house, and I
told Alfred that I would see myself out. I closed the door
and walked up the steps to my house, opening my front door
and shutting it, rather hard, behind me. I locked the
deadbolt and headed towards my bedroom.
I decided that I would just go to bed early, and as I
crawled between my sheets, I still couldn't believe what
happened. I didn't understand what could have been so
important. After an hour or so, I was still awake, but I
heard my window slide open and saw the familiar form crawl
in.
"Frankie."
I could have sworn it was Bruce's voice, but as I
reached over and turned my faded lamp on, the light revealed
Batman instead. I smiled and as he sat next to me, I
wondered what he was doing here, so I asked him,
"What are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to see how you were feeling."
"I'm fine. I just had a rather interesting night, but
besides that everything is hunky dory."
"What happened.if you don't mind me asking?"
"I just made a complete ass out of myself, over a guy
that obviously wanted something that I couldn't give."
"Who was the guy?"
"This is going to sound dumb, but it was Bruce Wayne."
"Oh, I have heard of him."
"Yeah I should have known. Someone with all that money
could never fall for someone like me. It would be nothing
but a quick.never mind. It's not important."
I watched as he looked into my eyes, and regardless of
all the rubber around his face, I could see that he looked
upset.
"I don't think he is that sort of person. Bruce Wayne
is a very caring person. He might have had something really
important pop up. That's all."
"I doubt it's that simple. Oh by the way you forgot
something."
I got up and walked over to my dresser and retrieved
his gloves.
"Keep them, to remember me."
"Thanks."
I lightly smiled, but as put the gloves back in my
dresser, I felt sadness take hold. It hade been a while
since I was emotionally hurt, and now this just reminded me
of how painful it can get.
"I wish I never would have met him."
"Do you want to remain alone?"
"Sometimes it's better to be alone."
"Why?"
"No one can hurt you."
He remained silent for a little while, but as I got
back into bed, he looked down at me. As I looked up into his
eyes, I saw that his were welling up. I didn't think someone
like Batman could even cry.
"You should let him explain."
"I don't think he could say anything that would excuse
his behavior."
"You never know."
I watched as Batman climbed onto the window ledge and
out he disappeared into the darkness. I turned my light off
and went to sleep. Maybe the dark knight was right, but I
didn't know how to feel, besides upset.
The next morning I woke up groggy, the results of
crying myself asleep. I looked in the mirror and saw my eyes
were the color of Pepto-Bismol. I got dressed and headed to
work. The bus got to the stop on time and after I opened up
the shop, there were no customers until after lunch. At
around 12:30 a deliveryman came in with a bundle of white
roses and set them on the counter.
"These are for a Frankie Olivera, from Bruce Wayne."
"Take them back. I don't want them."
"Sir there's nothing I can do. I have to deliver them."
"Fine, thank you."
He turned to walk away as I picked up the bouquet and
read the card.
Frankie. I'm sorry.
Please forgive me.
Bruce
I carried them to the waist bin and tossed them in. The
delivery man saw this through the window and shook his head
as he drove off. At around ten minutes to closing time, the
bell chimed and in walked the last person I wanted to see
right now. Bruce looked like he always did, spiffy and full
of pride. He smiled at me, but I remained unshaken.
"Man.you have some balls showing up here."
"Did you get my flowers?"
"Yes and I passed them onto the garbage can."
I motioned with my eyes to the small bin that was
throwing up the long stem flowers. I could see the hurt
expression on his face, but after a few moments, he finally
spoke.
"What can I do?"
"Right now, you can leave me alone. I'm sure because
you have so much money that you have this perception, that
everyone is at your disposal, but this is one person who
isn't.I thought you were different. I thought you thought I
was different.my mistake."
He began to speak,
"Please just give me a second to explain."
"What.what could you possibly have to say? I don't
think there is anything that you can say, that would justify
your actions. You know how dirty I feel. I took a shower I
can still smell you on me."
"Do you still have my gloves?"
I was stunned for a second and thought it over, but as
the idea came to mind, I realized that it couldn't be. It
was too absurd. However, as I stopped I thought about it,
Bruce told me to stay out of the alleys, yet I never told
him the almost mugging happened in the alley. Then the
flavor that was in Batman's mouth, when I kissed him, it was
my tea. My eyes widened as I focused on what happened last
night. While I was standing up to readjust my shirt, I saw
through the window what Bruce had looked at. I dismissed it,
thinking nothing of it, but now it all makes sense. He was
staring at the bat signal.
"So now you know."
"It can't be." I whispered
I watched him turn and leave. I was still stunned at
what was happening. Not only was I romantically connected
with Batman and Bruce Wayne, but they in fact were the very
same person. I closed up shop and went to catch the bus.
Just like the night before last, as I went out to the stop
the bus drove on by. I tried to flag it down, but it was
already turning. So I began to walk the long walk home.
After about thirty minutes, I felt the cold air hit me and
when I turned onto a side street, from behind me were
lights. I went to move over and out of the way and as they
still shined, I turned around to see what was going on.
My eyes got large, as I was looking at the Batmobile.
It was long and sleek, and as I stepped back, it drove in
front and stopped. The whole roof of the car was one piece
and as it slid back, it revealed, the caped crusader in the
driver seat. He looked over at me and smirked,
"Get in."
"What?"
"Get.In"
I did, as I was told, climbing over the door and
sinking into the passenger seat. I watched in amazement as
Batman pushed a button and the roof slid forward, sealing us
in. The engine revved and we were off, to who knows where.
There were all sorts of buttons and as we sped through the
streets of Gotham, I realized that I might have made a
mistake. After about twenty minutes of silence, we turned
onto a gravel road, and I noticed that Batman pushed another
button and the road opened a trap door to a large rock, that
now became a cave. He pushed the button once more and the
trap door closed behind us. However, on the inside of the
rock, everything was paved, with concrete. There were lights
imbedded in the walls, after a few moments, we were on a
platform and the car stopped.
The roof slid open and Batman climbed out. I quickly
followed and as I blinked my eyes, I saw the inside of the
cave, was a giant computer center. There was a medical table
in the center. Everything looked expensive and high tech.
Batman climbed on the medical table, letting his legs dangle
to the floor, and motioned for me to come to him. I did, but
had a few feet of space between us.
"I'm ready for you to see who I am."
I nervously walked up to him, letting my body slide
between his knees. I reached up and lightly slid the mast
away, revealing what I had thought. Bruce Wayne was indeed
Batman. So now, there I was looking into the eyes of Bruce
Wayne from the chin up, but Batman from the chin down.
"Wow. So this explains a lot."
I smiled, but I could tell was a little nervous.
"So can you forgive me?"
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Thank you for reading. Stay tuned for Chapter 3.