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Elsewhere: The Green Knight	By : Deseos Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Green Knight
By Deseos
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warning: Slash, and a warning for both minor and major OC’s.

It was the Ring’s fault.
Kyle could blame a lot of things on the band encircling his right middle finger. Sleepless nights, a distressing habit of being late for work, and oh yeah, he now had a thing for Batman.
Why had he been standing on the rooftop when Ganthet had made his appearance?
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He had wanted some air. A small break from his work because frankly the piece was just not happening for him. Gotham was great if you were going for gothic inspiration, but it didn’t lend much to anything else.
“It was your choice to come here,” he muttered to himself. After the break up with Alex he had thought he needed a change. Maybe up and moving to a whole new city was a little drastic, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
He had even wished on a shooting star to bring him luck. A short of funky star, that was going the wrong way and was green, but hey, it was the thought that counted.
Speaking of funky, green shooting stars, there was another one. It looked just like the one that he had wished on. Only….
“Oh shit.” It was coming straight at him. He turned, ready to run for the stairs. He never got that far. There was a bright flash of light, blinding him.
“You shall have to do.” There was a blue midget in a red dress standing in front of him.
“Uh…right,” he said. “I must need some air worse than I thought.”
“The ring. Take it.” Okay, he thought. The midget is not proposing to me. Kyle didn’t know why, but he found himself stretching out his hand. He took to the ring that was being offered.
“Uh huh. What am I supposed to do with it?”
“What you must.”
“What do you mean? What’s suppose to happen?”
“What must.”
“Wait ! I don’t….” Great, Kyle though. The freaky blue guy was disappearing, leaving him with nothing but cryptic answers.
“..don’t have…any ideal what the hell just happened.” He stared dumbly at the ring lying in the palm of his hand.
It was all green, made of some kind of stone. The main setting was a circle with a bars running across the top and the bottom. It looked kind of familiar.
He glanced around the empty roof, wondering if he could pass this off as a hallucination. No one was there to prove otherwise.
“Ring seems real enough,” he decide. Taking a deep breath he slipped it on to his finger. “Let’s see wh…” (1)
* * * * * *
Alright, the Ring wasn’t all bad.
He was a superhero now instead of just drawing them. He had one of the most powerful weapons in the Universe that he could use to save people. He had meet Superman.
Which brought him back to Batman.
He met Batman first, after all.
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“Oh man. I think my life just got a lot more complicated.”
There had been a flash of green. A bit of a tingly feeling and suddenly he was standing around in a funky spandex uniform. Only the material wasn’t really spandex. He didn’t know what it was, except that it wasn’t the cotton he had put on this morning.
The next few minutes involved a lot swearing, and a minor amount of panic.
The panic wouldn’t lead to any kind of a solution. Kyle took a few deep breaths, forced himself to calm down and tried to think.
He was standing on a rooftop, in the middle of the night, in a very strange outfit. That was not a good thing. People did not stand on rooftops, at night, in Gotham, unless they wanted to find out whether or not Batman was real.
Kyle felt he was among the people who would rather not know. Not if it involved him being beaten up and left hanging somewhere.
He got himself in to his apartment as quick as he could.
“Alright. What next?” A mirror, that was what he need. Once he had a mirror…. Well he didn’t know what. The one step at a time game plan was working for him so far. He was just going to stick with it.
He headed for his bathroom. There had been a full length mirror hanging on the back of the door when he rented the place. He hadn’t bothered to take it down.
“What the Hell!” What he saw in the reflection was not very reassuring. He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair.
Okay, he could deal with this. Really he could. The outfit looked vaguely familiar to him. He would try harder to identify it once he got the DAMN THING OFF!
Kyle studied his reflection, turning this way and that. He even turned around and craned his neck to see if he could find the zipper. He poked, prodded and picked at it without any luck. There was no zipper, button, Velcro, or basically any way he could find that would get the thing off of him.
* * * * * *
Kyle was very proud of himself for not having a major breakdown right then and there. Sure there were cringe inducing moments, but he liked to think that he had handled it rather well.
It was what had come a little afterwards that still gave him nightmares.
* * * * * *
Okay, he couldn’t get the outfit off,
Time for plan B, Kyle thought. He wasn’t exactly sure what Plan B was, but when he found out he was going to go with it. He glanced around his tiny apartment for inspiration.
He didn’t find much.
Half packed boxes, scattered drawing supplies and take-out boxes did not lend themselves to inspiring him. Until his eyes landed on the flyer waded up on his coffee table. The wrinkled one that he had used to soak up pizza grease.
He dove for it like a drowning man.
He had met Mike Bailey just two nights ago. The man knew everything the public had ever discovered about super-heroes. Mike had introduced himself when he had noticed Kyle sketching away in a restaurant.
Kyle had written him off as slightly obsessed, but harmless. He hadn’t planned on every calling the number the man had scribbled out.
“Please, Mike, be home,” he muttered, as he dialed.
“Pick up!” he cried desperately. The phone was on ring number three and Kyle was getting anxious.
“This had better be good!”
“Mike, its Kyle! I really need your help!”
“Kyle? Man, I was on the last level of….”
“Sorry, but this is life or death!” Slight exaggeration, but Kyle was fairly certain it would be the death of his sanity if he didn’t get this figured out.
“What’s the matter?”
“I…” He stopped and ran sen sentence he was about to say back through his head. Did he really want to say that over the phone?
Not a chance.
“Look, can I meet you somewhere?” he asked instead. There was a long pause.
“This had better be good. Just-in-Thyme Pizza. Fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll be there.” Kyle hung up the phone, looking around his apartment wildly. He needed his keys. Where were his keys? Why was it that he could never find them just when he wanted them most?
“Keys. Keys. Keys,” he chanted, like they would magically appear. They never had before, but with the night he was having….
“Gotcha!” He snatched them from the hiding place beneath a pile of bills. He headed for the door, locking all three locks before he left. It was only once he hit the side walk that he realized he should have grabbed a coat.
It was only when he walked past the second dark alley that he realized he should have stayed home.
“Well what do we have here?” The mad laugh sent shivers down his spine.
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TBC
Author’s Notes:
(1) Dialogue comes from Green Lantern comic.
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