Checkmate; an anti-hero secretly taught by Jason Todd, or Red Hood. Once Batman caught wind of this he forced Checkmate to join the Titans in order to remodel him. Once a goofball of a bitch who could and would kill you if annoyed. To a young, still...
There you stood in all your might, well, that's a lie. You're on the ground beaten by Batman, or his playboy side; Bruce Wayne.
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Why are you in the Batcave with Alfred and Battsie tits above you? Papa Jason thought it was time for you to be integrated into the Batfamily...does everything have bat in front of it? Whatever. You pull yourself up.
"Soooo, Brucie boy." He grunts at you, "Aw, I already feel a part of the family!"
Despite your white chest piece being stained with some of your blood you remained optimistic.
"What was I saying?" You tap your pointer finger against the bottom of your mask, "Ah! So what now?"
"Now. You go to the Titans with Dick." He turns, going to the computer. No, I am not going to call it by its actual name, too many bats.
"With dick? I have one in between my legs, so I think I'm all set!" To emphasize you gesture towards your crotch with both hands, "Ow. Can you at least patch me up first?"
"Of course, Master Y/N." Alfred smiles kindly, pulling out a slightly worn case.
You concentrate on your suit, it soon vanishes, leaving you in boxers and your mask.
Alfred slightly chuckles at your antics, "I'm not used to have a goofball around, Master Y/N. It's a nice change of pace."
"I'm glad Alf, so does everything here start with 'bat'?"
"Not everything, sir."
"Hmm, sounds like Batman's narcissistic!" You loudly state, making sure Bstman can hear you.
"Do you want another beating?" He replies, with his humor as dry as your grandma's ashes.
"Kinky!"
"What the hell is going on here?" Oh look, it's a 5'10 tall dick.
"Dicky sticky!" You exclaim, "Remember lil' ole me?"
"Oh god no."
"Guess what? No don't, let me tell you!" You snap your fingers, your suit reappears clean of any blood, "I'm joking the Titans!"
". . .Fuck. Fine, but you are to follow all rules and orders."
"Hmm, on two conditions."
"Name them."
"I get a weekly allowance and my own training room in that obvious tower of yours."
"If I do this for you, will you uphold your side of the agreement?"
"You have my word, oh, and my gun if you need me to pellet someone with rubbers."
Dick sighs, oh wait, I never showed him. Here you go.
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You notice even stubble, "How old are you again?"
". . .You never asked me how old once, but I'm twenty-three."
"Huh, well I'm not too far behind. I'm twenty."
"What's your hero name again? Chessmaster?" He asks, tossing you a bag.
You peek into the bag seeing clothes from Jason's base.
"Checkmate, bitchhole." Ding, roll credits.
"That potty mouth is gonna get you hurt. Just get in the Batmobile."
"Told ya, Alf. Batman's a narcissist. But have a good one, tell Damian I said he could kick my ass if he gets all A's." You wave goodbye, sitting in the passenger seat, "Does this have an ass warmer?"
