A/N: Based off the movie "Batman and Robin," released in 1997 starring George Clooney as Batman/Bruce Wayne, Chris O'Donnell as Robin/Dick Grayson, and Alicia Silverstone as Batgirl/Barbara Wilson. This takes place several months have the film's end. Normally, I don't like to write dark fiction, I'm not that good at it but I wanted to get this a try.
Reviews are nice and appreciated but flames are not. I have my own theories on how and why things work in the YYH. If you don't like it, then don't read.
Disclaimer: "Holy Fanfic Batman. Someone is telling our secrets." Evil cackling in the shadows: "That's right, Robin and I don't own either YYH or the Batman Series, although I do own a copy of the both movie and the YYH DVDs. " Please don't sue, I'm not making any money off of this. The plot is from my own twisted dreams.
Warnings: Lemon/Lime/Angst/Bondage/Dark Humor/Tort/Character Death
" speaking"
'thought'
/ Yoko /
Hello Darkness, My Old Friend
Chapter 1: Late Night Stroll
Gotham City
A lone figure walks the dark wet sidewalks of Gotham. His hands tucked into his tailored slacks, his eyes hidden by his long red bangs as he stares at the wet cement. His thoughts as gloomy as the night around him.
What was he doing here? For what purpose?
--Flashback --
Tokyo International Airport -- a year ago.
"Take care of yourself Shuichi," Yusuke shaking his hand. "We'll miss you Fox. I still can't believe Koemna is letting you go."
Keiko, Yusuke's wife, hugged the tall red-haired young man, smiling up at him, "Yeah, Shuichi, write often. We'll let you know when the baby's born."
Shuichi/Kurama, the red haired friend and former Spirit Detective, smiled returning her hug, then letting go, "Well, since my step father was promoted to the head office at Wayne Foundation, he couldn't pass it up. Koemna didn't have a choice but to pardon me early. " Well, it did help that Kurama threatened to let Yoko out to run amok in the Spirit World filing room unless he be allowed to join his family in the States. He looked from his slender dark haired friend to his perky brown haired wife. "I am fortunate that I can transfer my college courses to the local university and finish my degree in the States."
"Man, I wish I could go to the States," said another former detective and friend, Kuzama Kuwabara. The tall orange-haired young man sighed, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, "But Yukina and I are saving so we can get married soon."
-end of flashback -
Kurama sighed. He was so bored. Yoko thankfully was silent in the back of his mind.
Since coming to the States, English wasn't a problem. He mastered that easily enough. He landed a part time job in his step father's department, enough to move out of the crowded town house they had moved into.
He had found an empty building not far from the townhouse that suited his needs. He had used some of the hidden stashes that Yoko had managed through the centuries to buy the place. It wasn't easy thinking of ways to deal with ancient coins and treasures, converting them into ready cash over the course of his young life but he had managed. The really hard part was hiding it from his human family.
His family thought the apartment at the top of an old office building wasn't the best idea. He convinced them that the owner wanted someone to supervise the remodeling. In fact, he used a go between to meet with his step father showing blue prints and drawings of what the new owner wanted and how Shuichi would be a great asset in staying there as security.
In the end, his family agreed. His mother hadn't liked it but he was an adult now and having two young men living in such close quarters were trying at times.
The problem was there wasn't anything challenging to do which is why he was walking the streets of one of the worse places in Gotham City, very late at night. He was very bored.
/Actually. What you are is home sick. There is nothing to do, came Yoko's voice from the back of his head.
'Agreed. But there wasn't much to do back home either except watch everyone getting on with their lives," Kurama mused to the silver kitsune bandit that shared his body. He had heard of the gang activity in this area. He had hoped . . .
He was pulled out of his thoughts as a click of a switch blade opening . Out of the shadows of a nearby alley steps four teenagers dressed dirty torn jeans and leather gang jackets.
/Well finally, some action./
"Well lookee here. Someone dumb enough to wander into our turf."
Kurama raised his head slightly so that he could peer at the teenagers. "You really don't want to do this," he said, raising his hands, slowly backing away.
/Not much to look at./
The toughs slowly stepped forward, "Aww you don't want to play, pretty boy? All we want is a good time but we need money. Why don't we take your's?"
As the toughs advanced, Kurama narrowed his eyes. "I'm not in the mood. Go bother someone else." He held up a long stem rose, allowing the soft petals to caress his cheek.
"A rose, how sweet. Let's get him!"
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On the roof across the alley way, two dark figures had seen the red head walking alone. They had been following him for some time. The reports were a new gang was setting up shop in this neighbor. Reports of several rapes and violence had been crossing the Commissioner's desk daily. This guy was asking for trouble as he strolled causally down the street.
When he was stopped by three gang members, the two apprentices of the Dark Knight started to swing into action. They landed behind the red head just as he converted his rose into a long green thorny whip.
"As I said, I'm not in the mood," Kurama said. With a couple more flicks of his wrist, the whip ripped the clothing off the toughs, who by now where now stepping back and away.
"I guess you don't need any help do you?" asked Robin, stepping closer.
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Noting their dark body suits and masked faces out of the corner of his eye, Kurama looked bored as he cracked his whip. The three toughs were weaponless. One even had a huge whip mark across his jacket. Robin and Batgirl had a stunned look.
Kurama was very disappointed as he watched the three naked teenagers ran away.
/That was pathetic. With the rep this city has, you would think the low life here would be just a bit more hardier/ Yoko grumbled. Although, one of them had a cute butt.
'I didn't notice.' Kurama silently agreed about them being pathetic as he walked away, as he returned his whip back into a rose. Ignoring the two caped teenagers, he sighed, 'Might as well call it a night. I promised Father I would help him with that data problem tomorrow before class.'
"Hey! Just who the hell are you?" called Robin, placing a hand on Kurama's shoulder.
Spinning around, Kurama slammed Robin into building's wall. "Don't touch me!" he snarled, his green eyes flash with flecks of gold.
/So the stories are true. Masked humans playing heroes. Since they don't have any spirit energy, I just quiver in fear./ Kurama silently snorted at the sarcastic tone echoing in his mind.
As Batgirl called out to him, "Wait right there. We only want to talk to you."
As he walked passed the masked girl, Kurama flicked his wrist holding up his rose for her to take. Both made no further move to stop him as he melted into the night. "Maybe next time."
/ Aww can't we play with them/
'Let's go home Yoko. We can play with them another night. '