Batman Porno Story: A Tiny Brutha Chapter 1

A Lost Little Boy

I love watching the rain from here.
Right on the roof of the manor where I can see Gotham in the
distance. Rain is so beautiful. Each droplet of water trickling down
from the sky. I can see my hot breathe on the cold air of the night.
I turn my head so that I am looking right up into the sky and I close
my eyes. The sound of the water hitting my face is a sensation that I
could never describe. Then a sound interupts my ecstacy, the sound of
a car. I peek off the ledge and see that it is Bruce returning from
some event he was expected to attend. I went with him once. Never
again. I wait until he is inside the house to lay back. He will
probably be curious as to where I am. Bruce has never found me when I
come up here but, even still I decide to leave the grounds for a
little while. So, I shimmy down the side of the manor and hop onto
the wet ground. I place my hands into my pockets and depart for the
city.

I find myself in some alley where
there would normlly be some scum thugs. They always seem to disappear
when it gets wet outside. If only it could rain forever. I walk
twords the end of this alley and easily hop over a large wooden fence
to get to the other side. More alley. Not that I expected anything
less. There is one thing that I did not expect. A shadowy figure
coming down the fire escape. I look up, squiting my eyes in an
attempt to keep the rain out. It is a young boy. I am thouroughly
surprised. He slipps and starts to fall twords me. I ready myself to
catch him, but he grabbs the end of the ladder. Now that he is within
good eyeshot, I notice that he is hurt pretty bad. I grab the poor
kid, and help him to the ground. “Let me go!” he yells.
“Are you okay?” I ask, disregarding the almost threat.
“Leave me alone!” he says before running off. Normally I
would run after him, but I’m not playing the hero character today, so
I let him run off into the thick of the rain.

Finaly, I return back at the manor. I
go in the back door to avoid any confrontations. Heading up the main
staircase, I run into Alfred, “Hey Al,” I say and continue
up the stairs. “Master Dick, ” he looks at me, slighty
confused, “Are you alright?” I wave my hand in the air and
reply, “Yeah, just went for a walk.” I continue until I get
to the third door on the left, my room. Peeling the soaked clothing
from my body, I get a quick shower and throw on some sweats.
Exhausted, I lay down on my freshly washed sheets and close my eyes.
Surprisingly, I see that boy in my head. His face won’t leave me
alone and I can’t help but feel that he needs help. Annoyed by the
distraction I head to the batcave to seek answeres. Hopefully Bruce
won’t be down there. I don’t feel like playing twenty questions about
what I am doing.

Luckily he isn’t there. I sit in the
chair at the computer and start to search files. Suddenly I see a
picture that looks like him. I click the thunbnail to get a larger
version. It is not the boy but, I can see the boy in this man’s face.
‘His father maybe,’ I think to myself. Jack ‘Shifty’ Drake: deceased.
He does have a kid though. No picture but, I can feel that this is
the kid. It says here that the last known address was in that alley I
was in earlier. Not a coincidence. There’s nothing on this kid. I go
upstairs to see if I can find Bruce. He keeps all the keys to the
cars in his possession. Hopefully he will let me borrow one of the
cars.

I find him sitting in the study. No
doubt working on something that has some connection to crime. I walk
over to him and see that I am right. He is reading the newspaper to
get any leads he can. “What is it Dick?” he asks turning
the page of his paper. “I need to borrow one of the cars to go
into the city.” I reply. He looks up from his paper and at me
with those penetrating eyes, “Why?” “There’s something
I have to take care of.” Bruce looks very unconvinced, “What
until it’s done raining.” I can’t wait. This kid is tearing at
my subconscious. “It can’t wait.” He looks back at his
paper, “Yes it can.” I know that I will never win this
argument, so I head back down into the cave. I will just have to take
the batmobile. Bruce will be furious at me when I get back, but right
now I don’t care. I suit up and drive off.

I parked behind an old run down
building and bring up the sheilds before heading up the fire escape.
I look into the window of the apartment, it looks like there could be
someone living here but, I don’t know how. Everything is a mess, and
there are bugs on the walls. The indicater is that there is a matress
in the corner with fresh urine on it. The kid must have gotten scared
and wet the bed. I hear some noise from upstairs, which is the roof
because this the top floor. I get back onto the fire escape and head
up. That kid is up there. He is getting the tar beat out of him. My
instincts tell me to rush in and save the boy but, I hold back to
find out why he is being attacked.

“Where is it Tim!” the thug
yells in his face as he picks him clear off the ground, “Where
is the stuff Shifty stole from the boss!…Nothing to say, huh? Your
just as stupid as your old man!” With that he threw Tim to the
ground and lifted his fist high in the air. I lept from behind the
place where I was hiding to stop this abuse. I was stopped dead in my
tracks when Batman grabbed the man and threw him against a wall and
cuffed him. “Batman?” I yelled surprised, “How did
you…” He just looked at me. I decided to talk later, right now
I wanted to help Tim. He was curled into a ball when I knelt next to
him, “Are you okay, Tim?” He looked up at me with tears
welled up in his eyes, I could tell that he was holding them back.
“I’ll be fine, I always am.” he said. “Does this
happen often?” I asked upon hearing that unexpected response.
“Yeah, but I can handle it. I’ve been on my own for two years
now.” He stood and starred at me. I was in shock. This kid on
his own. I had to do something. I turned to look at Bruce, with the
‘we have to do something’ look. “Let’s go Robin,” he
replied,”The boy said that he would be fine.” I was in
amazement. I could not believe that he did not want to help this poor
child. He lept off the roof and I followed after looking at Tim one
last time. His eyes told me that he was not alright.

There was not one word spoken between
the two of us until we were back in the cave. “I can’t believe
you just took the batmobile and left without telling me!”
Bruce yelled furiously as he removed the suit, “You should have
told me what was going on and I would have gone with you!” I
threw on sweats after removing the last peice of my suit, “I
don’t know why I didn’t tell you but, it was something that I felt I
had to do. Anyway how did you know where I was?” “You left
the computer on, Dick.” We were both calming down now but, I was
still furious that he left Tim on that roof. Bruce looked into my
iced eyes and read the cold thoughts of the boy, “What would you
have done?” I just walked away because I didn’t even know the
answere. I went to seek sanctuary in my room.

It wasn’t long before my stomache was
twisting thinking about Tim. I was seeing him being beaten on that
rooftop over and over. “Damn!” I cursed myself, “Why
won’t this just go away!” My once relaxed position on my bed had
turned into a tensed hell. I knew that I had to do something. I
couldn’t tell Bruce my plans. He would never let me go and I have to.
I crept out of the manor and off the grounds. My walk turned to a run
and I headed twords the city. Not noticing the shadow in the window
watching me race away.

The rain had ceased to fall but, a
deep fog took its place. I knew the way to the city like the back of
my hand or else, the fog would have been a slight set back. The whole
way there I was in a jog, conserving energy and, giving me time to
come up with a plan. ‘Maybe Bruce would take him in,’ was my first
thought that I shot down the second it entered my mind, then, ‘I will
find out what is going on, then think of what is the right course to
take.’ Feeling confident in my decision, I speed up to a full run.
The quicker I got to that apartment, he quicker I could help Tim.

When I finaly reached the fire escape,
I looked up into the fog. Nothing. I wasn’t wearing my costume so, it
would be better if I used the real door instead of the emergency exit
but, he probly wouldn’t let me in. I lept into the air and grabbed
the end of the ladder firmly in my hand and pulled it down with me.
With one more look up into the fog, I began me ascent to the window
of the Drake’s apartment. I slipped only once around the eigth floor
but recovered without a thought. Then I reached the window and
decided to just look in first. Acess my soon to be surroundings. I
spied Tim on the floor of the apartment with a dirty rag in his
hands, washing the exposed wounds on his face. He was just sitting
there, alone. I couldn’t grasp the fact that he was alone in this
dump. I opened the window and slipped inside unnoticed.

I started to come up behind him when I
hit a loud floor board and he sprung to his feet, “Get away from
me!” he yelled in fear and anger. I put my hands in front of me
as a gesture of friendliness and spoke in a low, gentle voice, “Tim,
I am only here to help you. I want to get you away from those guys
that were hitting you earlier.” He threw the dirty rag in my
face and yelled at me, “I don’t want your help!” He
preceded to attempt a fight with me and I dogged all of his throws
and kicks. I worked my way to the window once again and slipped out.
Tim shut the wondow after me and locked it. I didn’t even figure out
what the problem was. I didn’t help Tim at all! I reached the ground
and took another look up into the fog that had gotten lighter while I
was inside the apartment. I could see a shadowed figure in the window
looking down at me. I knew that figure would be with me forever.
Placing my hands into my pockets and pulling up the collar on my
coat, I headed back twords the Manor with a lump on my throat as the
images of the beating flashed through my brain. There was no way that
I could just let this go. I let out a long breath into the air and
looked up at the newly darkened sky. The light from the moon
eluminated my treck home. All the while, my mind was on Tim. I knew
that Bruce would be furious when I returned back. This was the second
time tonight that I had headed into the city without so much as a
‘see you later’. Right now though, that was not bothering me as much
as it usually would.

When the Manor was in sight, I paused
my movements. I thought of the nice warm bed and the great people I
was going home to. Tim had none of this. Tim didn’t have anything. I
made myself a promise that would take care of myself tonight and
start back on the ‘case’ tomorrow. I again began to shorten the
distance between me and the Manor. Growing ever more tired with every
step, ever more frustrated with my incapability to do anything for
Tim. I couldn’t help him in this condition though. I knew Bruce was
waiting for me. Thats why it was no surprise to me that when I came
up to the door, Alfred opened and said, in his wrinkly old voice,
“Master Bruce requests your presence in the study young Sir.”
I knew what that meant. I was ‘in trouble’. Alfred leaned in close to
me as I walked by and added, “Is the young lad alright?” I
could see the concern in the butler’s face. I figured lying to keep
his spirits up would be okay, “Yea Al, I saw him. The kid’s
okay.” Those words burned me and only made my guilty conscience
grow. I knew he wasn’t okay, yet, I let myself come home. I left Tim
there. I tried deperately to remove the thoughts as I continued
twords the study. Even before I entered, I could feel Bruce’s
dissatisfaction.

He was sitting in his father’s large
chair at the desk in the room that was walled with large shelves
containing a wide variety of books. He did not look up from his paper
as I entered, he just spoke, “Jack ‘Shifty’ Drake is one of
Two-Face’s thugs. His son, Timothy Drake, is thirteen. Hasn’t
attended a day of school in a year and a half. Has been in juvenille
detention four times…” I could not believe what i was hearing
from Bruce. Was this the same guy? The same guy that left Tim on the
roof just a few short hours ago? Now all of a sudden he cares? Whats
going on? “Bruce…” I started but, couldn’t put into words
what I wanted to say. He looked up at me and his face told me that
this was true compasion. Who would have thought? “I’ve been
keeping an eye on the kid for a few years. I can’t be there everytime
Jack gets drunk though,” he explained as I continued my
dumbfounded look, “I never knew that it bothered you, Dick. Why
didn’t you just tell me and let me help you?” That was a good
question. I had no idea why did not ask for Bruce’s help. I know he
would have been more than ready to do anything but, why was I so
closed about this? “I don’t know…” I trailed off.

Bruce stood from his chair and walked
from behind the big desk. I slumped into one of the chairs and put my
hand to my face as if to hide everything I was feeling from Bruce. He
knelt next to me and put his hand on my shoulder, “Dick, I know
you are confused and I know how bad this hurts you and that you want
to help and we are going to find a way to fix this okay? I promise
that we are going to find a way to make this right for Tim.” I
felt his grip tighten before it was gone. I listened as his footsteps
trailed off and disappeared, and waited until I could no longer hear
the steps before getting up. So many thoughts were swirling around
inside of me. Maybe I should go back right now but, what would I be
able to do? This kid shut down and I know neither Bruce or I will be
able to just get to him that easy. He must be so scared. The anger
started to build up inside me again and I headed for the cave,
determined to find something that could have an impact. Something
that would gain his trust.

When I had reached the bottom of the
staircase into the cave, I noticed that Bruce was seated at the main
computer. He heard me and spoke, “I knew that you would be here
eventually.” I replied with a sigh of acknowledgement that he
had spoken, then walked over to see what he had pulled up on the
screen. There was everything that Tim’s father had ever been involved
with, and anything he could dig up on Tim. I was scanning everything
trying to log it all away for further reference. There were so many
things to consider when trying to think of a way to help him. He
doesn’t want to trust which is understandable but, we need him to
trust us if we are going to really be able to help him at all. I
started to think aloud, “We have to get him to trust us.” I
looked at Bruce and waited for his response.

He looked at me, right in the eyes. It
was one of the first times that I had felt that Bruce was looking at
me not through me in a long time. He was silent for a moment before
he spoke, “Dick, you know what he is gong through, you share
simliar pain. You are closer to his age. Get through to him. I know
you can do it.” At that moment I realized how much I meant to
Bruce, how much my happiness meant to Bruce. My response was slightly
delayed as thoughts cluttered my mind, “He won’t trust someone
he who doesn’t see him as an equal. Someone who sees him as a person
and not only a pawn in the game of life. He won’t trust anyone who
doesn’t earn it and return it.” I spoke from memory as the words
came from my head. These were the feelings I had had so many years
ago. Was it so long ago?