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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman nor any other of the characters in this story. This is a work of FanFiction and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Four:

Calling Cards
After Alfred left, an exhausted Bruce slowly unlocked the handcuffs and dragged himself into the shower, letting its steamy hot water baptize him. In his clouded state of delirious exhaustion, the man who was Batman had also decided that he would keep the stockings (which now lay bunched up and unfurled on his bathroom floor) and display them in the Bat Cave.
He’d get a mannequin and exhibit them as a treasured souvenir along with all the other items.
After the sweltering shower, Bruce almost forgot to wipe off his self-decorated dressing mirror before utterly collapsing back onto his bed. He’d have to apologize to Alfred and his cleaning staff for the suspicious streaks tomorrow.
As Bruce flopped onto his incredibly large and comfortable bed, he found himself longing for Richard’s touch again, softly drifting into a peaceful drowsiness as his arms wrapped around his feathery pillow, wishing it were Dick beside him.
And then, for the first time in years, without the crutch of pills or hard alcohol, Bruce Wayne fell soundly asleep...
He was awoken later by the wonderful aroma of fried eggs and bacon filling the entire room. Bruce gradually opened his eyes to find a quiet Alfred now standing by his side, holding steaming plates of a mushroom omelette, thick bacon slices, various fruits, a small bowl of oatmeal, two varieties of juice and a very welcome large mug of coffee…
All held perfectly still on the familiar silver serving tray in Alfred’s steady hands.
“Good morning, Master Bruce!”
As the Butler’s cheery salutation greeted him, Bruce rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Ahhh… Good Morning, Alfred… This is really sweet, but you didn’t have to do this… I gave you the day off, remember?”
“You did indeed, Sir... And I appreciated it greatly. But that was yesterday. It is now Monday morning and my regular duties have once again resumed... I trust that you slept well?”
“Wait… It’s Monday?!”
“It is indeed Monday morning, Sir.”
As Bruce gazed over at the clock, he suddenly realized that he had just slept for twenty-one straight hours. And he felt… good actually. In fact, he felt better than he had in a long time. It was as though he were seeing daylight for the first time in years.
“Wow, I guess I did sleep well... Still, this is really an unexpected surprise. You don’t usually serve me breakfast.”
Alfred looked at the Master of Wayne Manor with a flicker of disappointment flashing across his proud eyes, as though Bruce had said something offensive to him.
“Ahem… I always serve you breakfast, Sir... However, this is the first time in years that you have actually awoken at the appointed hour while I have stood upon this very spot.”
Bruce flushed a little as he began cutting into the hot omelette.
“You mean that you stand here every morning… holding a tray of food like this… and I don’t wake up?”
“That is correct, Sir.”
“Oh my God… Alfred, I am so sorry... Seriously, I don’t even know how you’ve been able to put up with me after all these years.”
The old man smiled, as Bruce made a mental note to get rid of all the prescription sleep narcotics.
“Well Sir, I did promise your mother that I would look after you.”
“That was when I was eight.”
“A promise is a promise, Sir.”
“Yes it is… And thank you, Alfred. I still can’t believe how many of these wonderful breakfasts I must have missed.”
“Quite a few actually, and you’re very welcome, Master Bruce... May I presume that we should expect Master Grayson for dinner this evening?”
“I believe so... Would you mind confirming with him, Alfred?”
“Not at all.”
“Good… Because I think it’s time I finally made an appearance at Wayne Industries.”
“Well done, Sir.”
Bruce decided that today was the day he stopped living in fear. The day he would face the world as a man, not as a demon called Batman, whose very presence caused the criminals who would harm his city to cower in fear within its menacing shadow.
Today he became Bruce Wayne again.
As Bruce cleaned himself up and donned his best suit, he knew that it was Richard who had given him the courage to face this day. Dick had made an incredibly bold play by revealing his homosexuality to him. To let Bruce know the true depth of his feelings for him.
And for Bruce, it was as though his countless wet-dream hallucinations of Richard had suddenly become a reality. His dreams had literally come true. God, he couldn’t wait to see Dick again…
As a contented Bruce Wayne straightened his tie and descended the grand staircase of his illustrious Manor, the Master of the fine Estate happened to glance up and then saw…
The eyes of Doctor Thomas Wayne glaring back at him.
Stopping with shortened breath, Bruce now gazed spellbound at the piercing steely eyes of his stern father, painted on the colossal portrait which had hung above the mantle since the time immemorial.
Those hard eyes seemed to stare through him and into his soul, contemptuously accusing him of treason and weakness.
The effect was chilling...
A part of Bruce Wayne wanted to run upstairs, to tear off his suit and hide under his covers until the night came again. The night would make it all better…
But he had to face his fears. He had to push forward as Bruce Wayne.
For Dick…
But the eyes of Thomas Wayne still glared at him accusingly. They silently blamed him for what he had allowed Dick to do to him. A silent Bruce pleaded with those eyes that it hadn’t been his fault, that he’d been tricked and handcuffed.
A victim.
No…
I wasn’t a victim, father... I was a willing participant. And what Bruce Wayne chooses to do as a grown man is his own damned business. He was his own man. His conservative-minded father had been dead for over thirty-five years now…
And then the painting spoke.
Yes, murdered in cold blood before your very eyes in Crime Alley, boy… You remember that, don’t you Bruce? Remember how you swore unholy revenge to the night skies above as my spilled blood ran into the gutters? You made us so proud that night. And now look at you… Nothing but a frightened little faggot who likes to take it up the ass… Christ, you make me sick, to see what you’ve become, you disgusting little freak...
Bruce ran downstairs past the haunted portrait before it could finish its spectral tirade. For the thousandth time, Bruce reminded himself that it was just a hallucination… This was Crane’s fear toxin at work again, twisting his unconscious fears into his realm of perception. His imagination…
As Bruce collected his thoughts (and his breath) at the edge of the Library, he wondered if somewhere deep inside, he was actually afraid of his father...
No.
It wasn’t that.
What Bruce was deathly afraid of was Thomas Wayne’s condemnation. Not the man himself, but rather the man’s opinion of him. Even from beyond the grave, Bruce desperately feared his father’s reprisal and still craved his unattainable love.
It was this ever-lurking dread that his father’s spirit may somehow discover his most appalling secret that caused Bruce’s heart to beat uncontrollably. The overwhelming fear that Thomas Wayne would finally discover that his only son was…
Alfred’s unexpected hand on his tense shoulder almost caused Bruce to jump a foot into the air. He’d been so damned spooked by the musty, old painting that he hadn’t even noticed the faithful servant approaching him in broad daylight.
“I beg your pardon, Master Bruce… But are you alright? You look rather pale.”
Bruce put a hand over his heart and exhaled a deep breath, grinning at the butler.
“Whew… I’m fine now, Alfred. Just having another one of my panic attacks… Has that painting of my father always been so… creepy?”
Alfred looked at Bruce with genuine concern in his gentle blue eyes and then stroked his chin in careful thought.
“The painting above the mantle? I don’t believe so, Sir… However, now that I think about it, those portraits of your parents have been taking on a rather dull appearance lately. I believe both are due to be cleaned and restored offsite… I will arrange it at once, Sir.”
Bruce let his shoulders relax.
There had always been something about his father’s glaring portrait which had deeply unnerved him. If the damned thing were being restored elsewhere, he certainly wouldn’t object. Not having those hard, accusing eyes constantly staring at him each time he descended the stairs would be a welcomed reprieve for his exhausted nerves.
However, before the old butler could walk away, Bruce grasped him gently by the elbow, searching for the words he needed to talk to his oldest friend about regarding another matter.
“Alfred… I have a bit of a… personal question… Would you mind?”
“Not at all, Sir.”
Bruce took a deep breath and then stumbled on with his query. It was important to him that Alfred knew about this.
“Alfred… I was just wondering… Did you know that… Dick is… gay?”
Alfred quizzically gazed at Bruce, as though he were unsure whether his employer had something else to add to that question. As though he were expecting a further inquiry. The old gentleman actually blinked twice before replying.
“Of course, Sir. I have been aware of that fact for quite some time now.”
“Oh… I see… Good… Good…”
“Are you quite sure you’re alright, Master Bruce?”
“I’m fine... I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of… Dick’s sexuality.”
“Very aware, Sir. And if I might be frank, I don’t believe Master Grayson has ever tried to conceal his sexual orientation from the two of us… Yourself especially.”
Maybe he hadn’t.
In hindsight, it should have been blatantly obvious to the world’s greatest detective that Richard was gay. After all, the boy had fawned over him for years. Dick’s happy manner and the fact that – even as a self-conscious teenage boy - he actually enjoyed wearing the Robin costume should have been a dead giveaway.
Bruce had probably been too busy being Batman to notice it.
But why couldn’t have Dick confided his sexual orientation to Bruce years ago?...
It actually hurt Bruce a little that the boy hadn’t trusted him enough to tell him. Had the younger Richard simply been afraid of what Bruce’s reaction would have been? Perhaps Dick feared he would jeopardize their close partnership if he were to come out as a homosexual.
God, Richard must have suffered terribly during those years… All those nights Dick had worn a brave and happy smile as the Boy Wonder had only been to hide his inner turmoil.
Sunday morning must have been the tipping point when all of Dick’s unrequited desires for Bruce had suddenly overflowed, erupting into that incredibly hot passionate anal-fucking.
And from the sorry state of his rear end, Bruce was certain that Dick must have surely taken all of those years of sexual frustration out on his poor, stretched asshole…
Not that he minded.
In fact, he couldn’t wait for Richard to do it again.
And that had been the single-most shocking revelation for Bruce… How much he had absolutely loved Richard’s monster cock pounding deep into his needy ass. Christ, he was getting hard just thinking about it...
Fondly remembering how Richard had mercilessly fucked him senseless like some tight little bitch.
As Bruce’s ass began to twitch in anticipation of having that gigantic, meaty shaft slid back inside of it once again, he wasn’t sure he could wait until tonight to see Richard again…

The Members of the Board at Wayne Industries were more than a little surprised to see him back at work. But Bruce Wayne took it all in stride. He had a lot of catching up to do, so he studied the various reports in his office and scheduled his top people to brief him on their recent developments.
He actually managed to spend the majority of the morning and even early afternoon in his office, which suited him just fine. Bruce understood that he would have to ease himself back gently into corporate lifestyle.
Dr. Jonathan Crane’s legacy on his precarious mental condition had made sure of that.
While reading through some particularly dry reports, Bruce was surprised when his Secretary Jeanine knocked on his office door, carrying an enormous bouquet of flowers, almost as big as she was. In fact, she needed to wrap both of her slender arms around the incredible collection of flowers just to carry them through his doorway.
“Please come in, Jeanine... A gift from one of your many secret admirers, I assume?”
Peering through purple tufts of Valerian flowers, the pretty young Secretary smiled back at Bruce. It didn’t surprise him that this attractive young lady would be receiving flowers, but why was she bringing them into his office?
“Actually Mr. Wayne… These just arrived… for you.”
“… For me?!”
Bruce’s first thought was that Dick had sent him flowers. Which would have been a sweet gesture, but this sort of public display of affection didn’t really seem like Richard’s style. Perhaps a gift from the staff?
Bruce snatched the card from the huge bouquet and quickly opened it while Jeanine was left holding the flowers. As Bruce examined the small card’s contents, an irritated look crossed his brow.
“If you want to keep these Jeanine, be my guest. Otherwise, you can put them in the trash... Thanks.”
As the confused Jeanine left his office, carrying the large bundle of flowers with her, Bruce closed the door behind her. He peered at the card in his hand and read its flowing hand-written script once more…
Bruce,
Sorry about Saturday night, it was totally uncalled for.

These are my I’m Sorry Flowers. Could I talk to you?

If nothing else, just to tell you how very sorry I am.

Please call me at 555-2287 when you get a chance.
- Selina
She had even dotted the ‘i’ in the middle of her name with a tiny heart and drawn a little cat face with whiskers in the corner… Cute. This note made Selina seem more like a lovesick high-school girl than the notorious ex-con who had once put a dozen cops in the Hospital with multiple lacerations.
Maybe she was both.
Dick’s warning about Selina still haunted him though, about how she was more dangerous than she had ever been… But that warning made no sense. If Selina Kyle had committed any crimes since her recent release, why hadn’t the Police simply arrested her for parole violation?
Surely Dick didn’t think that Bruce was in danger of falling for her? To be honest, the only person Bruce was falling for now was Dick. It hadn’t been easy to admit that to himself, but his paternal love for Richard Grayson was quickly developing into something… deeper.
Bruce decided to call Selina.
If nothing else, just to let her know that they wouldn’t be seeing one another again, and for her to please refrain from other flower deliveries. He wasn’t a flowers sort of guy.
She answered on the second ring.
“Selina, this is…”
“Bruce! I was hoping you would call. Look, I am so sorry about Saturday night…”
“That’s fine, Selina. I just wanted to say…”
“God, I should have been honest with you, Bruce. It’s just that I’ve been under a lot of stress lately… I guess I was just looking for someone to protect me… That’s why I reacted so poorly when you said you wouldn’t take me with you.”
“… Protect you? From what?”
It seemed unfathomable that the former arch-criminal Catwoman would require Bruce Wayne’s protection. Even without the claws, Selina was a formidable martial artist. In a street fight, she could easily disable a man twice her size.
He should know.
“From Judson Caspian.”
Bruce knew that name well.
Like Bruce Wayne, Judson Caspian was a wealthy Gotham socialite who had tragically lost someone he loved to a senseless act of brutality. Years ago, Judson’s wife Mary had inadvertently stumbled upon two armed thieves who had broken into the Caspian home.
In their panic to escape, they had murdered a startled Mary Caspian in cold blood without even a second thought. It had changed her husband’s life forever.
Selina’s fears were not unfounded. Judson Caspian was a large and intimidating man. From what Bruce had heard, Judson had become incredibly disenfranchised with Gotham’s Police after the death of his wife and had become a strong advocate of self-defense and vigilantism.
But what did all this have to do with Selina?
“Why would Judson Caspian want to hurt you, Selina?”
“I was… dating him. I broke it off with him weeks ago, Bruce. I just couldn’t do it anymore. The guy was really starting to scare me… I mean he seemed sweet at first, but then he got… violent and weird. He was taking this new sex drug and getting into some stuff that made me uncomfortable...”
“…New drug?”
“Yeah, that one you were inquiring about at Falcone’s… It’s called ‘NEED’... If you had actually found any of that shit on Saturday night, I was going to personally kick your cute little ass. It’s bad news, Bruce... Seriously, stay away from it.... It destroyed Judson Caspian.”
“I will, Selina... Have you told the police about Caspian?”
“He’s a well-connected businessman and I’m Catwoman. What exactly do you think the Police are going to do for me?”
“If he’s as bad as you say, they should be able to charge him with illegal drug use.”
“Sure… And I’d be dead before it even hit the papers. I’m telling you, Bruce… He’s fucking insane. This isn’t the Cocaine that you rich boys snort… This shit is pure, unadulterated, fuck-you-up, crazy juice... And I don’t think Judson was all that stable to begin with. If I turn the cops on him, he’ll kill me.”
In his defense, Bruce had never snorted Cocaine. But he wasn’t about to correct Selina on that fact. Still, it sounded like Selina’s life was actually in danger.
“When’s the last time you saw Judson?”
“About two weeks ago… when I broke up with him. I thought it was over, but then he called me on Friday night. He told me that if I didn’t get my ass back over to his place, he was going to hurt me… bad. I got so freaked that I wound up staying at a girlfriend’s house that night…
I mean, I was Catwoman for fuck’s sake… You think guys would be scared of me! But that crazy motherfucker terrifies me, Bruce… Jesus, I’m sorry, I’m rambling… Anyways, to make a long story short, now you know the reason why I was so rude to you on Saturday night… I’m sorry, you’re a great guy and I really didn’t mean to be such a bitch.”
Bruce privately wondered if Selina became a whole different person when she put on her cat suit, just like he transformed when he donned the cowl and became Batman.
As Selina Kyle, she actually sounded just like any other woman who was nervous and afraid. Perhaps they were both just two frightened people who dressed up at night because being crazy was better than being afraid.
“Look, it’s alright Selina, no harm done... But you have to get out of your apartment. It’s not safe for you there. If you need financial help, I can set you up somewhere for the time being…”
Through the receiver, Bruce suddenly heard Selina’s ear-piercing scream. And then the clunky thuds as the phone receiver fell to the floor.
And then utter silence.
He shouted her name repeatedly with no response…
Until a deep male voice finally answered on the other end.
A deep male voice that sounded dangerously unstable.
“Little Selina can’t come to the phone right now... She’s been a very bad girl and needs to be punished. Such a naughty little Cat-girl…”
As the line suddenly went dead with an ominous click, Bruce stood and stared wide-eyed at the receiver still clenched in his hand, as though willing the line to come back to life…
All the while frantically wondering if it was already too late for Selina Kyle.
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