Fic: Prey 02 (Beta Version) part 01
Title: Prey (02 0f ?)
Author: Urania Chang
Fandom: X-Men (movie&comic)/Batman Begins Crossover
Pairing: Cyclops/Batman; Scott Summers/Bruce Wayne
Beta:
rachel_martin64 ,secretthought
Warning:Slash, with a bit physical in this chapter (can't believe I let Bruce Wayne get this close with Scott, not Logan, as Scott/Logan should be my OTP
), and possibly OOC Batman(I know nothing about him except from the movies and Lego Batman)
Rating: R (I suppose using 'R' is a safer choice...)
Disclaimer: Not mine, but if I ever got a hold of Scott Summers, not even Emma could take him away from me!
Author's note: I had two lovely betas to fix my story this time, they must have taken great pains to do that, and I took dear Rachel's advice to cut down the sex scene, just like she said it was too fast, and I was supposed to build a relationship between my dear Scott and Bruce Wayne. I was aware of that but didn't know how to fix the problem, though it also means that I need to re-write a big part of my next chapter!
As always, the biggest compliment goes to my betas, because they pretty much re-wrote the story for me.:D And oh! I got the first chapter beta'd as well, so you might want to check it out again, it's a lot better than my original.
Ps. If there are still mistakes, you know it's my fault. :P
Nights in Gotham always seemed darker than anywhere else. As if the entire city was separated from the rest of the world at night, breathing and living on its own in an isolated bubble with an irresistible force keeping the pureness out.
The black outfit helped him fit perfectly into the inky darkness. Intently he watched the event unfolding beneath him. It wasn't the usual armed robbery or drug deal that Batman dealt with on a daily basis. The crowd below was made up of bullies who clearly intented to vent their blind hatred and ignorance on two ashen-faced teenagers. Tails swaying frantically behind them, the kids were unmistakably mutants, and the angry mob in front of them swore feverishly and wildly waved weapons. The teenagers were visibly shaking and huddled together as if trying to make themselves a smaller target. Someone stepped out of the crowd, pointed a handgun and unclocked its safety. The clicking sound echoed loudly despite the various shouts and curses of the mob.
But the man wouldn't be allowed to pull the trigger, not when Batman was still guarding the city. The innocents, be they mutant or human, deserved to be protected qually from harm. That was what Bruce Wayne had been taught as a child, and his seven-year soul-searching had opened his eyes and convinced him.
But before Gotham's self-appointed savior could swoop down and tackle his targets, a flash of gold and blue caught the corner of Batman's eye. A blood-red blast of fury zipped across the street a beat later, slamming the gunman into a brick wall with a deafening sound and leaving him buried under a pile of debris. The rest of the angry thugs stood confused by the sudden turn of events, giving their ambusher more than sufficient time to barrel into the crowd and take down every one of them ith a blinding quickness and precision even Batman silently appreciated.
With a few startled cries and yelps, the mutant haters found themselves all lying on the ground, beaten and bruised but alive, which was not a big surprise to Bruce. From the intelligence he had gathered about the X-Men he knew they avoid killing when possible. And Bruce Wayne knew without a doubt just who the mysterious rescuer was; if the brightly-colored costume wasn't obvious enough, the trademark optic blasts were proof enough of his identity. Cyclops, the leader of the mutant superheroes -- Scott Summers, the man who had been a guest at his party not one month ago, Cyclops, who had first caught Batman's notice with his ability and skills and Scott, who at the party, had taken Bruce Wayne's interest in more ways than even Bruce had expected
The slender young man he'd met in Wayne Manor had seemed unsure of his environment but ready to stand up for himself. It didn't hurt that Scott Summers looked like the All-American boy, with his soft chestnut hair, chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones that almost protruded out of his skin, and a full mouth Bruce was sure half the female guests had noticed. A surge of jealousy rose unbidden within him at the emory. Being a predator, Batman had a tendancy to become possessive of his prey, and the leader of X-Men had unwittingly become one of his prime targets, although in an entirely different manner of speaking.
And now Cyclops was here in Gotham, his territory, standing right under his perch, surveying the crowd for possible resistance. The teenagers watched him wild-eyed, apparently unable to decide whether or not they were out of the woods. Cyclops started to approach them, hands out and palms open, a non-threatening gesture to calm the frightened kids.
The form-hugging outfit hide little from people's imagination, showing off its owner's toned body. With a sharp, hungry smile, Batman decided it was time to make his presence known.
"Nice job."
Cyclops whipped around, a hand at his visor, ready to take action before he recognized the cloaked figure overhead. "Batman."
"And nice reflexes as well. Though you could have left these guys for me to handle. This is Gotham, after all." Batman spoke casually, but truth be told, he didn't appreciate other costumed heroes barrelling into his city. For this man, though, he could make an exception.
"With all due respect, Batman, we take care of our own kind. These boys are our responsibility." Cyclops' posture relaxed, relatively speaking of course, and he lowered his hand upon recognizing Gotham's legendary hero.
"I suppose you have a point, Cyclops. Now what do you intend to do with these kids?" Dropping soundlessly onto the ground, Bruce stood face-to-face with the X-Men's leader, smirking when he noticed that the mutant's subtle appreciation of his swift move.
"I have transportation just around the block. If they're willing I'll take them straight to the Xavier Institute, and they'll be safe there." Cyclops sounded firm and proud of his Mutant High. Optimism was undeniably an occupational requirement when it came to being a superheroe. He turned to address the boys. "Are you two ready to come and give it a chance?"
The teenagers exchanged an uncertain look with each other. They hesitantly turned to regard the man in front of them for a brief moment before both slowly nodding. Their faces said clearly that if Batman was on this stranger's side then it must be safe to go with him to this school. Besides, it wasn't like they had anywhere else to go.
"Good, then we'll be leaving. Thanks for looking out for mutants in Gotham. You have our gratitude."
Cyclops shifted to address him directly. Those full, red lips became more expressive and tempting when their owner was willing to talk and not shy away. Will they be soft and pliant, or hot and demanding when I get to taste them? Bruce wondered.
"Don't mention it. I'll accompany you to your transportation; believe me, walking on Gotham's streets for even a short distance at night can be difficult sometimes."
The cape-clad hero started leading the way, confident that his offer wouldn't be rejected; with a shrug, Cyclops motioned the kids to follow and fell into step beside him.
Please Continue to part 2