Ok! So, after endless reading, I kind of got a mind to write one of my own. It's a half baked idea that I'm impulsively writing as I go but, lets give it a shot?

This probably won't be too long since I tend to have a very short attention span and have ideas popping in and over powering each other constantly but I promise to FINISH this story, even if it kills me :3

Please do give feed back! I know there's a lot to improve on, especially since I'm not a frequent writer (first fic .-.) so critique is welcome, as long as there is a point to it!

I will warn the more "savvy" fans now; this is in no way following any of the DC time line and a lot of the characters will be OOC. (This is a slash fic with non DC characters, that should hint at it) So don't complain that they're acting weird, I will eventually write in character fics as soon as I get to know their real personalities better as opposed to the one only on TV. This is something I wrote on a whim because it was bothering me .-.

Oh! Almost forgot, the disclaimer :) I own none of the delicious men from DC comics D:

Enjoy!

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He sighed and stepped on the smoldering cylinder that had been carelessly tossed out a nearby window crunching it between his boot and the gravel. He looked down at the cigarette as the last wisp of smoke rose from it before pulling himself closer to the rusty stairwell on the side of the building making his way up to the rooftop. This was it. The moment he'd spent months preparing for. All his shadowing, his research and snooping had led him to this small corner jewelry store just across the street. Its neon sign flickered in the distance blending into the scenery of the brick jungle called Gotham. It wasn't the store per say he was interested in but the small storage area that sat above it. All roads led here, this is where they would meet.

He crouched by the edge of the rooftop and watched as the black silhouettes ghosted back and forth through the window's yellow glow. The scent of urine blending into the putrid scent of rotting trash from the alleyway rose up to meet his nose as a light film of rain began to fall over the city. A few people rushed about, running to their cars to get away from the rain until one by one they faded leaving the street utterly deserted. He sat there, unmoving. His breath felt heavy in his lungs, he could feel the humidity seep into every pore on his skin. He shifted his weight from his left leg to the right with a grunt and fixed his eyes yet again on the window. He would not be deterred, not tonight.

It was just before eleven when a black car pulled up just by the side of the building where he stood and three figures casually stepped out. Two of the men had similar builds, bulky, average height, ratty clothes and buzz cuts that gleamed under the streetlight on the corner. The man in the middle was shorter, thinner and wore a suit.

All three blended into the shadows hiding amongst the brick walls and made their way up the adjoining stairwell in the ally opposite where he stood guard. With the combined weight of the three, the metal joints began creaking and whining with each movement made onto it as they finally slid into a side door successfully joining the other black silhouettes above the jewelry store. The archer felt a smug smile creep across his face as he felt pride swell in his chest. This was it, his shot at the big time and he wasn't going to let this go. He was going to rejoice in this moment, the satisfaction of being right, of out-Sherlocking the king of detectives; the caped crusader himself.

After waiting for what felt like hours, he saw two particularly large silhouettes stand in front of the window, seemingly having their backs turned. Taking this as his cue, he skillfully drew back his arrow against the taught string, rippling every muscle in his back, and released, shooting it clear into side of the desired building effortlessly whipping the attached roped through the air. He then secured it in a single hand and swung swiftly to the desired building, bursting through the window he had previously been watching completing his entrance through the window knocking the two men unconscious as the metal heel in each boot collided with the base of their skulls.

Silence momentarily reined in the small room until he felt an eerie tingle crawl up his spine as the Joker's cackle broke through the air. Roy angled his face to look dead-pan into the man's eyes, caked in paint. Roy smiled as though he got the joke as well, after all, tonight he felt the last laugh was sure to be his.

"I'm almost insulted" Pouted the Joker looking down to play with his fingers absentmindedly.

"Does Batman no longer find me amusing? Am I so boring that he sends mere children to play with me?"

"A sidekick no less…" he added, casually bringing his eyes back up to meet the shining emerald ones before him.

That was the breaking point.

Roy fisted his hands digging his nails so deeply into the gloves that it felt as though his nails would rip through them. He took a deep breath and looked at the clown seething in anger.

"I am no ones side kick, I work alone" He hissed between clenched teeth placing his hand on an arrow.

Just as he closed his hand on one of the arrows on his back, two of the remaining henchmen quickly brought up their knives and took a defensive stance in front of the Joker as Harley-Quinn bounced happily into his lap biting her forefinger in a teasing manner. The brutish men ran at him, impish teeth shining under their curled lips as they began to sway their knives forward. He dodged each blow effortlessly, one after the other in a waltz around the confined space that remained between himself and them. He had avoided them easily keeping one step ahead during each twist and turn. Without warning, the taller, lankier man quickly turned with him and using his free hand held on to his forearm and swung him against the wall with a sickening thud. The man pushed his body forward pressing Roy's face harder into the drywall with his arm twisted around his back.

He grunted at the impact and could feel the man's breath rapidly flowing at the base of his neck. Looking down what little he could, he noticed the blade begin to dance along his chest and rise to meet his chin, sharp metal slightly digging at his skin where they met. One wrong move and he was done. He needed to move and fast.

Using the wall for impulse, he pushed backwards with his chest and slammed his head back against the lanky man's nose hearing a sickening crack. He quickly turned and saw everything happen at once and yet so slow that each individual scene burned into his mind. The man holding his nose fell to his knees as his partner dashed at him, knife outstretched waving about frantically. He again managed to dodge most of the blows but in an attempt to draw an arrow, left his side unguarded. With a final jab the knife tore into his side. It burned intensely and he fell down to one knee with a hiss holding his hand over the wound.

The Joker yawned as he watched the scuffle, finding himself rapidly growing bored. The goal he had set for tonight was beyond rescue, the trade was off. He looked at the slumped bodies on the floor and nodded confirming his suspicion so he thought it best to leave. He motioned to get up and the bouncing clown jumped off his lap with a cartwheel and a giggle. At that moment, just before the Joker was able to fully stretch his legs which had numbed some under Harley-Quinn's weight, a lean black shadow dropped from the air vent directly above and with a quick flick of his wrist, pinned the un-bloodied henchman to the brick wall just before he could take another lethal stab at Roy with a number of superbly placed blades that dug partially into his skin. Blood trickled from each wound but the blades held fast against the man's adrenaline fueled struggle.

Without so much as a second's pause, the black figure made one, fluid movement, twirling to place himself behind the Joker holding him from behind, chest pressed to back, in an almost lovingly erotic pose and turned the painted face towards his between two clawed fingers, just enough so that lips could touch. Roy could have sworn he'd seen a green haze exchanged between the two lips before the Joker fell limp to the floor. Panic washed over the already twisted features that grazed Harley-Quinn's unnatural face and she dashed out the side door that led into the alleyway, the bloody-nosed henchman quickly following suit. With another almost liquid like movement the black figure moved towards the frantic man pinned to the wall and gave him a similar kiss causing him to go limp in his restraints.

Roy's thoughts were going almost too fast for him to process. What the HELL had just happened? He turned to look at the man before him and squinted his eyes in disapproval and assumed a defensive stance. He'd just taken out two men in a matter of second without breaking a sweat. This was not a good sign. He was not feeling the 'aster', as Robin had phrased it. Not anymore.

Green eyes rapidly skimmed the remaining opponent to assess how painfully or lessly he'd be going down. The mystery man was maybe two inches shorter than the archer himself, pale white with a slightly muscled physique. That was as much as Roy was able to gather from looking alone since the man was covered in a skin-tight leather style body suit that covered every possible inch of exposed skin up to the base of his neck, save his mouth and chin which were spared under a cowl, similar to the one the bat himself wore but donned with cat ears, as opposed the those of a pointy bat.

To complete the theatrical feel of the costume, because to Roy, this man and his little show were enough drama to make Broadway's panties wet, there were metallic claws attached to the tip of each finger, all held in place by a bind stitched into each finger connecting at the wrist which allowed for full contraction and retraction of each finger. Allowing his eyes to go a millimeter lower, Roy also noticed a pair of bladed sai, one adorning each side of his hip held snugly in place by a strap across the main blade.

The man took one step toward Roy and another, swaying with each step until he was almost face to face with the red head. Roy tensed and knew that he couldn't get away, even if he wanted to, the two limp men forgotten in their respective places demonstrated that with vivid detail. He balled his hands into fists and looked into the white glow of the mask which was fast approaching. 'Not as if I have anything to lose', he thought bitterly to himself before allowing his trademark 'unaffected' look to take hold of his features once more.

"Should I close my eyes and pucker up? I've heard of kisses that can take a guy's breath away but… You got this down to a 'T'"

Roy felt the corner of his lip betray him in a half smile.

"I'm sure the ladies go wild" added the red head for good measure, lacing the last word with a little sarcasm. After all what's one more drop of water to a drowning man.

He'd never known himself to be sadistic but tonight was the first night of many where Roy would realize he knew nothing of himself.

'Ollie always told me we never know the face we're going to make when we look death in the eyes… guess never thought I'd have to plan my last words too, and for departing words, best go with a laugh, right?' He thought to himself, a sigh of defeat passing his lips.

The man took one more step closing the distance between their bodies, pressing them chest to chest, finger grazing lightly at his cheek and simply smiled.

"Playing with your prey before you kill it?"

"And I was starting to think I was sadistic" Roy murmured out coyly.

The man purred against Roy's chest brushing his nose against his jaw line, almost at if he were committing the scent to memory and turned sauntering over to the Joker's body leaning over it and reached into the coat pocket that lined the inside of the purple jacket. He pursed his lips, almost as though he were pouting and felt around the jacket until he found what he was looking for. He pulled something out of the clown's pocket and held it up for Roy to see.

"See, just your friendly neighborhood cat burglar"

He purred seductively twirling around Roy's body, which at this point was stunned still.

Pressing against the archer's chest yet again, he held up a large, brilliant blue gem between two clawed fingers, winked at Roy and moved to get away. Roy hissed as one of the cold blades on the cat's hip swiped against the cut he'd acquired in the previous fight. He looked down to see blood pooling on his shirt from a cut that stretched from his ribs to just above his navel with a deep set frown. The man's eyes followed his down to the cut and frowned as well.

"No, no, this won't do at all…"

He fell down to one knee at Roy's side placing one hand on the archer's side, each thumb resting on the respective hip bone and flattened his tongue at the top of the cut sensually licking down to it's end with a small nip at the hip bone under his right thumb not too far below the cut's end. Roy visually shivered as the hot tongue burned at his flesh in more ways than one. Now, he never really considered himself gay, I mean tits were after all God's seemingly only gift to man but then again, until this guy, he'd never considered himself sadistic or a failure either… Yet there he was, as sarcastic as ever midst failed mission looking death in its leather covered face and getting turned on by said death licking up his blood.

The man rose to his feet with a start and frowned as he heard sirens crying out not too far away. He brushed his lips lightly against the archer's cheek before jumping out the window. Roy rushed to the window to see if he could catch a glimpse of where the cat man had run off to but he was already too late. Turning around slowly with a sigh, he noticed the Joker had begun to stir and rushed to his side detaining him with a swift blow to the back of the head letting him fall limp to the floor once again.

"Well, at least you're not dead"

He could hear the sirens inching ever closer and knew Batman wouldn't be far away. He slumped against the wall and slid down next to the hanging henchman until he felt his butt hit the hard surface below him and stared down at his feet joining the Joker and the two other henchmen that still hadn't risen from the previous attacks on the floor. This was supposed to be his show, his chance and not only did he royally fuck it up but some novice, "cat burglar", as the man called himself, took out the Joker, the henchman, saved his sorry ass and walked away with a jewel only God knew the value or origins of, not to mention his dignity.

"Way to go Roy" he mumbled lowly to himself as Batman glided into the room.

There was no need to look up to know the stoic bat had the "you-know-better-than-this" look on his face and had already opened his mouth to makethecomment.

"Really not in the mood to hear it" he huffed pushing himself off the floor and forcefully thrust his shoulder into Batman instantly causing the previously ajar mouth to snap shut and the doorway to clear.

This was going to be brilliant to explain. Just BRILLIANT.