Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 20:52:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Timothy Brown <theblackcat5679@yahoo.com>
Subject: Frankie & Gotham/ Chapter 5: Searching Within "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.

Thank you Y-at-Z for your email.I almost forgot that romance
matters more than sex. Sex is nice, but it only last  for  a
few minutes whereas romance lasts forever.

Chapter 5: Searching Within

      Bruce and I had been going out on a regular basis, and
every  few  weeks  we would travel out  of  Gotham.  He  was
pressing  me to move in with him, but I kept my reserve  and
told  him, not right now, that it was too soon. Do you think
that  wrong, did I do the right thing? I asked myself  those
questions  a  lot lately. It had been five months  since  we
started going out.
     One night, it was in the middle of December because the
rain was picking up more and more, and I was in my bed, just
stating  to  nod off, when I heard my window slide  open.  I
lifted up and turned on my new lamp. It was a shade of blue,
so it didn't hurt the eyes, and dimly lit the room up at the
same  time.  When  I  turned to look  at  Batman  (Bruce)  I
couldn't  believe what I saw. His mask was  partially  torn,
exposing the left eye and part of his nose. But that  wasn't
the  worst of it, he was bleeding from his bottom  lip,  and
had a slice on his chin.
      When  I looked at his posture, he was slightly slumped
over,  but was forcing himself to keep some sort of straight
form,  but was failing miserably. I ran up to him, but  kept
some distance, not knowing where exactly he was hurt.
     "Oh my gawd.Bru.what happened?"
     It seemed to take a lot out of him to even speak.
     "There was a fight."
     "Well I gather that, I will grab my robe and well drive
you  home, so I can properly look over you, and I  can  have
Alfred's help. Batman was to object, but he knew that I  had
medical  training,  I deal with cuts and accidents  all  the
time  in  a  kitchen.  Some of the most  horrific  accidents
happen there or in the bathroom.
      After  I locked my door, Batman and I walked down  the
steps,  towards the waiting batmobile. I helped him  in  the
passenger seat, and I crawled in the driver seat.  Before  I
got  all  excited, thinking I was going to get to drive,  he
pushed the auto-drive button and logged in the directions to
the  bat  cave. The roof slid forward, sealing  us  in,  the
engine  revved and we were off. Down the street, turning  on
every corner possible it seemed, when finally we came to the
gravel road, coming up to the entrance. He leaned over, with
some  struggle, and pushed the button to open the rock  door
and pushed it again, after we were in.
      When  the  car stopped inside the cave, the roof  slid
back,  and  I  jumped  out, running  to  the  telecom,  that
connected to Alfred's room. The screen showed his  face,  he
smiled when he saw me, but looked tired as well.
     "((Yawn)) Yes, Master Frankie."
      "It's  Batman.he needs help. Can you bring the medical
kit?"
     "On my way."
      His  last sentence was said with a stern tone, he knew
there  was  trouble. I tightened my robe and turned  to  see
Batman getting out of the batmobile. As he lifted his leg to
get  over, he caught his foot, and would have face  planted,
but I managed to run up to him, catching him by the chest. I
could hear him wincing in pain, and when I got his foot  un-
caught,  we  both slowly walked to the medical table.  There
was a red button on the side that had an H on it.
     "Is that to heat the table?"
     "Y..yes."
      I  flipped  the button on and after a few seconds  the
table  started  getting  warm,  not  hot,  but  warmer  than
freezing  cold  steel. Batman placed his  butt  against  the
table,  and lifted onto it, with a large amount of struggle.
As  he  laid back, I heard Alfred coming down the  steps.  I
reached  to take off the mask, and as I pulled it  off,  the
two  pieces  separated and fell to the floor.  I  undid  his
logo,  releasing the cape, when Alfred handed me a  pair  of
scissors.
     "Just cut the suit, we have lots more."
     "Alright."
      I slid the sharp point down, at the necks opening, and
started slicing through the rubber chest plate. At one point
Alfred was pulling it, forcing it to tear even more. When we
managed  to removed it completely, I saw a few bruises,  but
when  Alfred  turned on the overhead light  and  brought  it
closer,  those faint bruises became very dark, the color  of
overly  ripe  plums. Alfred was feeling, trying  to  see  if
there were any broken bones,
      "Thankfully, it seems there are no broken  bones,  but
there  are a few ribs that are delicate to the touch. If  we
put  some ointment on them, and bandage him up, these should
be fine."
      I  felt  his right leg, Bruce seemed to respond  in  a
natural way, but when I got to his left thigh, he winced  in
pain. I sliced down the fabric, while Alfred removed Bruce's
boots.  There was another dark purple bruise on  his  thigh.
Again, there weren't any broken bones, but when I looked  at
his  face, I noticed at his side there was a small  pool  of
blood, gathering on the table.
     "Alfred."
      We  both  circled over to his side, and  sure  enough,
there  was  a  two inch cut, that appeared  to  go  deep.  I
drabbed a pair of gloves from the tray, Alfred had laid out,
and looked into Bruce's eyes.
      "This  is  going to hurt, but I need to  know  if  any
organs were punctured,"
     I didn't even wait for a response, I stuck my finger in
the  cut,  and  felt  to for any irregularity.  Besides  the
opening, there seemed nothing wrong. Bruce didn't yell,  but
he cringed and grunted. I looked over at Alfred,
     "He's lucky."
      Alfred nodded his head, but just as we thought we were
in  the okay, Bruce's body started to jerk, and then started
to  mumble. His eyes closed, and when I went and lifted  the
lids, I peered into his eyes. Alfred looked over at me,
     "What's wrong?"
     "He's hypovolemic.he's bleeding to death."
     "Oh gawd."
     I watched as Bruce started to sweat, while his skin was
turning  pale. Alfred disappeared for a second, but when  he
returned,  he  had  with  him  a  few  bags  of  blood   and
transfusion  kit. It looked rather old, but  he  assured  me
that  it would work. We split up doing tasks, I went to  sew
up  Bruce's wound, while Alfred was going to pump the  blood
into Bruce's body. I managed to close to cut and sew it  up,
just as Alfred started the blood flow. I was cleaning up his
side,  when I could see the effects of the added blood start
to  take.  Bruce's breathing started to pick up to a  normal
rate, and when he opened his eyes, I felt my heart slow  its
rate  as  well. After both bags of blood were  in  Bruce,  I
placed  a  cotton ball and a piece of medical tape over  the
little needle hole. We lifted Bruce half way up, so that  we
could  apply  some of the ointment on the bruises  and  wrap
them up.
      After  we finished wrapping his chest and leg, I  told
Alfred that we had to get him into bed and as we walked over
to  a  hidden elevator, which led to his study. Alfred  said
that  he  would  open the secret entrance that  led  to  the
bedroom. So I had all of Bruce leaning on me, and I have  to
say,  thanks to the adrenaline pumping through my veins,  he
didn't  seem to weigh that much. When Alfred came  back,  he
took Bruce's right arm, while I had his left and we sort  of
drug Bruce to bed. Alfred had pulled back the covers and  as
I  laid  Bruce down onto the bed, Bruce's arm wrapped around
my back. He lightly mumbled,
     "Is it my birthday."
      I  lightly scoffed, "no, your going to sleep,  I  will
check in on you in a few hours."
     "Mmmm.okay.love..you."
      That  was  the first time he had said it.  I  couldn't
believe  what I heard, but as I lifted back up, and  covered
him, I turned to Alfred who looked shocked.
     "What?"
     "I heard what he told you."
      "It's  probably the morphine you gave him, it's making
him delusional."
     "No I know what I heard."
     We both walked through the secret entrance to the study
and  closed  the  door, heading back to  the  bat  cave.  We
cleaned  up and disposed of the ointment wrappers,  and  the
blood  bags. When everything was back in order,  I  followed
Alfred up the stairs and towards the kitchen.
     "Would you like some coffee, Master Frankie?"
     "Alfred I would love some."
      I  noticed that it was around 5:30AM, when we sat down
at  the kitchen counter and talked about what life was  like
for Bruce when he was a child. Finally, after a few hours  I
went up to check on Bruce, but when I got to the bedroom, he
wasn't in bed. I looked for him in the bathroom, but when  I
peered inside, I felt arms wrap around my waist, and a  deep
voice shake my heart,
     "Good morning Frankie."
     I jumped, "Bruce.don't do that."
     "Don't do what?"
     "You know what, go all Batman on me."
     "Well I can't help that, since I am."
      "Yeah.yeah  I  know the dark knight. So  your  feeling
better I take it."
     "I'm sore, but I feel better."
      "That's  good, but you should lay back down. Get  some
more rest."
      I  felt him nod, and as I turned to face him he smiled
his devilish smile.
     "You want to come to bed with me?"
     "I would, but I think it's best if I let you rest."
      He nodded again, and as I helped him back into bed,  I
kissed  his lips, and felt his lips press against  mine.  It
took  everything I had not to make the kiss  longer,  but  I
knew that he needed is rest. As I turned to walk out of  the
room, his voice carried over,
     "I love you Frankie."
     I was stunned again, but only slightly.
     "I love you too Bruce."
     As I walked back to the kitchen, Alfred had refilled my
cup of coffee, and saw the confused expression on my face.
     "Is there something troubling you Master Frankie?"
     "There is.can I talk to you about a few things, and not
have them repeated?"
     "Of course.I hold a great deal of secrets."
      "Bruce told me just now, that he loves me, and I  told
him I love him back."
     "Is there something wrong with that?"
      "No.no.  I do love him.but I don't know if I can  stay
with him. I honestly thought that he was going to die, if we
hadn't  of noticed the blood or caught it in time, he  would
have."
     "I know what you're going to say. We have had some very
near misses, worse than this morning."
      "That's exactly what I'm talking about Alfred. I don't
know if I'm strong enough to be his partner. The night Bruce
doesn't come home, the night Batman dies.I'll be crushed."
      "You and me both. I worry about that every night,  and
let me tell you something Frankie."
     I was shocked when he said my name, without a master in
front of it.
      "You  are stronger than anyone I have ever seen.  Your
heart  has  bared  a lot, but with that,  it  has  made  you
stronger.stronger  than you think. There  have  been  times,
where  I  just  wanted to leave. This isn't  what  a  butler
should  be  doing, but then I look into Master Bruce's  eyes
and  see the good that he does. I realize that there  are  a
lot of dangerous people in Gotham, and if I can help the one
man,  who  stands up against them, then I feel that  I  have
done my part. That's how I sleep at night. All I ask of  you
Master Frankie, is to trust your heart."
     With that, he turned to walk away.
     "Thank you Alfred."
     "Your welcome."
                             ***
      I  was  lying on the couch, staring at the giant  fire
place,  when I heard Bruce walk in. I had managed to  get  a
few  more  hours of sleep, even though I was still tired,  I
couldn't get myself to go to bed. Bruce was lightly limping,
you  would  have had to really stare at his leg  to  notice,
when he sat next to me. There was silence for a few minutes,
nothing  but the occasional crack from the wood. Finally  he
spoke,
      "I want to thank you Frankie for what you did. And I'm
sorry if I scared you."
      I  looked down at my robe, that had a few blood spots,
that were now dry, and I smiled.
     "Your welcome."
     "Is there something wrong?"
     "Bruce we need to talk about this, you and me."
     "Alright."
      "I'm  scared right now.and worst of all, I'm confused.
There  is  a  mixture of emotions going on in my head  right
now.  I  honestly thought you weren't going to make it  last
night."
     "I've been through worse."
      "Yeah.I know, Alfred told me. That's what I'm  talking
about.you deserve a partner who's strong, who."
      I  trailed off, trying to think of the best  words  to
use, without sounding cold.
      "I'm  afraid of loosing you, and I don't know what  to
do."
     "Don't you think I fear the same thing? These last five
months have been the best, and I don't want that to stop."
     "Bruce.if you lost me, I see you getting over it.but if
I lost you. I think I would give up."
     "What do you mean? Give up on what?"
      "Life.  If  you  died,  I  wouldn't  see  a  point  in
continuing  with  my  life. This is why I'm  so  scared.I've
never felt this way about someone, ever."
      I  saw  the look in his eyes, as mine started to  fill
with  tears. He knew I was serious, and as I turned my gaze,
back  to the fireplace, I sat there feeling the tears  slide
down  my cheeks. My little droplets of sadness. I felt Bruce
stand up and watched as he knelt down in front of me, with a
little  trouble.  He took his hands in mine  and  kissed  my
fingers.
     "Frankie.what you have just said, makes me believe even
more that I have found my partner. I would be willing to die
for  you everyday, forever.if need be. I love you, more than
anything,  and if something happened to you, I wouldn't  get
over it. It would kill me as well."
     I thought about what he said,
     "I'm going to go for a walk. I need to think."
     "Alright."
      As  I stood up, I found my way to the back door, which
led   to  the  grounds  around  the  mansion.  My  mind  was
conflicted,  but my heart told me that Bruce was  a  genuine
guy,  which seemed slim to find these days. As I walked down
the  marble  steps, I saw that the clouds  were  dark,  rain
clouds  I  whispered to myself. The wind picked up,  blowing
open  my robe, and as the black satin twisted in the breeze,
I  saw  a  recognizable shape. Wether is was my mind playing
tricks on me or something mysterious, the shape looked  like
a  bat. I guess that was a message from above. I listened to
Alfred's advice and followed my heart.
      I  had been walking for a few minutes, and as I turned
around to walk back towards the manor, a large gust of  wind
hit  and brought with it freezing rain. I ran to get to  the
steps and into the mansion. Bruce opened the door for me. As
I  stepped in, semi soaked, I saw that he had a towel in his
arms. While handing it to me he lightly laughed.
     "Did you have a good walk?"
     "I actually did. I got some thinking done."
     "And what have you decided?"
      I  could  tell by the way he said this,  that  he  was
worried. No doubt worried that I was going to leave  him.  I
could  see  the sadness in his eyes, but when I  started  to
speak I could piece by piece the joy coming back.
     "Bruce I will stay with you as long as you try a little
harder to not get hurt. I know that's a ridiculous thing  to
request, but I just don't want to loose you."
      "That's not a ridiculous request. I guess I just  have
to hit a little harder, so the criminals stay down."
      I  smirked  at his humor. While I dried  my  hair,  we
walked  back  to the fireplace. I sat on the carpet,  a  few
feet  from the flames. I started to feel the affects of  the
cold,  and  began  to  shiver. Bruce noticed,  and  snuggled
closer, still wincing occasionally from his pain, but didn't
seem to pay attention to anything, except getting me warm.
      We sat there for about twenty minutes, when he finally
spoke,
     "Would you like to have dinner with me, tonight?"
      "Sure,  but I need to go back to my house,  so  I  can
changed."
     "No problem, Alfred will drop you off."
     "Okay."
                             ***
      When Alfred dropped my off at my house, I thanked  him
and  he told me that Master Bruce would be picking me up  at
7:00  PM. After getting in my house, I took off my robe  and
threw it into the washing machine, along with the rest of my
clothes. I quickly walked in the buff to the shower.  I  got
the  water nice and hot, and felt the euphoric sensation  of
the  water cleansing my skin. I used some of my garden  rose
shampoo/body wash and began to wash away all the dried sweat
and rain. It wasn't long before I felt clean enough and shut
the  shower head off.  I stepped out, grabbing my towel from
the back of the door and wrapped it around my body. The feel
of the cotton, touching my skin, sent shivers down my spine.
I  opened  the door, walking down the hallway, and  into  my
bedroom.
      After  a little deliberation, I decided on wearing  my
blood  red  boxer  briefs, under a  pair  of  black  Bermuda
shorts,  and finished everything off with a classic grey  v-
neck tee. I had about an hour before Bruce was suppose to be
here.  I went into the bathroom, to brush my teeth and brush
my  hair. I decided to leave my hair down, letting  it  fall
below  my  shoulders. I put some deodorant on, and  finished
brushing my teeth, when I heard my doorbell ring. I  quickly
ran to the door and peered through the peep hole.
      I  noticed that I was smiling as I opened the door and
saw  Bruce  standing there with a single  red  rose.  As  he
handed it to me, I looked at the half opened petals.
     "Thank you, does this mean you love me?"
     "That.and I respect you as well."
      I  smirked as I let Bruce come in so I could  put  the
rose  in some water. While I was filling a cup with water  I
could   smell  Bruce's  scent,  it  was  full  of  seductive
masculinity.  I set the cup with the rose on my  table,  and
turned to see Bruce looking at my clothing.
       "Is   there   something  wrong.am   I   not   dressed
appropriately?"
     "No.you look great. You look fantastic."
      I  felt my cheeks get hot, as I walked past him to get
my wallet and keys.
     "You left your hair down?"
     "Yeah I wanted to do something different."
     "I like it..so are you ready?'
     "Yeah."
      With  that I turned off all the lights and locked  the
door as Bruce and I stepped onto the porch. When I turned to
follow him down the steps, I noticed the car he was driving.
It  was a 63 chevy truck, nice glossy black, with chrome  in
every  area possible. Bruce went to the passenger  door  and
opened it for me, like usual.
     While we were heading for the mansion, I scooted closer
so that I could feel Bruce next to me. I laid my hand on his
thigh and he did the same, and as we drove up the drive way,
I saw Alfred packing a car.
     "What's going on?"
     "I gave Alfred the rest of the week off, and I'm taking
a week off from work as well."
     "Not your night job, right?"
     "No.I can't do that."
      "I  would never ask you too. I know how important your
job is."
      Bruce turned off the ignition and we both climbed  out
of  the  cab, at the same time. I walked over to Alfred  who
was smiling when he saw me.
     "Well I am off."
     "Where are you going?"
      "There  is a bed n breakfast in the mountains  that  I
want  to try. It will be a change, being waited on. And  I'm
brings the last batch of your chocolates with me. Here, when
you get a chance, this should cover the cost."
      He  handed me a fifty dollar bill, and before I  could
object,  he  was  climbing  into his  58  Aston  Martin  and
speeding off. Bruce wrapped his arm around my waist,  as  we
waved a temporary farewell to the world's best butler.
     Right as I entered the mansion, my nose was filled with
the  aroma  of  what  I  believe  Italy  would  smell  like.
Everything  smelt so fresh and pungent. It was a mixture  of
basil  and tomatoes. Bruce had me close my eyes and  led  me
the  rest of the way. He had me sit down on a soft chair and
when  he let me open my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw.
There were black candles with red and white roses all around
the fireplace.
      Bruce  disappeared for a second, in the  next  room  I
could hear the sound of pots. Finally after a few moments he
rounded the corner carrying a large tray of food. As he  sat
it  down, I got a good look at the contents. A large bowl of
salad,  two dinner plates, a basket of bread and  a  pot  of
spaghetti  with  meat balls. I watched as Bruce  pulled  the
silverware out of his pants pocket. As he handed me a plate,
I watched as he was having trouble lifting his arm.
     "I can serve you."
     "You wouldn't mind, even though you're my guest?"
     "Not at all."
      So  with  that I quickly plated Bruce a large helping,
and  then  plated myself some. As we were eating, I  noticed
the gleam in Bruce's eye, it was telling me something.but  I
wasn't sure what.

***Thank you all who emailed me. I will continue as soon  as
possible.