Another Merlin one shot book. Absolutely no boyxboy. I will have my own characters in here, mixed with DC characters. None of story lines from DC are really here, just characters in Merlin's time. Please read more than just the background, this is o...
I haven't read any modern Merlin Fics yet, so expect it to be meh. This is a little different from all of the descriptions of modern fics I've read.
1. Mafia AU, absolutely no smut. The closest thing to smut is flirting and pain.
2. For once set in Gotham, but no hero bussiness.
3. My ages here are mixed up. I want to see if you catch on before I reveal the ages. Same with the names.
4. The mafia group "Knights of the Roundtable" will aready be set up and yes everyone at table shall be alive and know about their past. Abigail is not in the group.
5. The quadtupiltes shall have different color hair. Damian = black, David = white, Dean = red, David = brown. Other than that they look exactly the same. Italics are Gang names, Bold are code names.
Merlin pov
Arthur and I are heading to downtown Gotham. There are 5 major mafia groups in Gotham. Frist is Joker. He is insane, along with Harley Quinn and their lieutenants like Penguine, Posion Ivy, and Riddler. The gang is literally called Joker. Next is El Diablo, Bane runs it along with El Diablo himself. (he can set fire to himself and cause fire storms.) The thrid is "The Court of Owls" they pride themsevles on being the 'nobility' of Gotham. The Knights of the RoundTable is us. We are actually trying to help the people in this forsaken city. Finally there's Nest. Nest is very secretive. Everyone in their gang has a brid name. There are five siblings run the show, four boys, one girl. The rumors say that the boys are quadtupiltes, mabey even fivetuplites along with their sister. Crow, is the leader, you typically don't see him out on the streets. JaberJay is Crow's rumor spreader. Some people say he can mock voices like the JaberJay. Falcon is the eyes and ears. He lurks on roofs listening to their people, enimes, and cops. Eagle is the enforcer. If you don't pay, or you did something to offend them, heavens forbid that you mess with their sister. If you mess with her, the whole nest attacks. Night N'gale. She is apparenly the best singer in Gotham, deceive, caring to her brothers and to kids. Kids have disappered off of the streets, ending up in Night N'gale's care. The kids are protected and cared for so long as they help when needed. They do try to do good, keeping their fairs for protection low, and taking in orphans, but they do kill. Also, something feels familiar yet off about Nest. The five siblings own the club "The Perch", where Night N'gale sings every night.
El Diablo and Joker often work together, The owls are too noble to ally with any group. While we are heading down to "The Perch" now to hopefully make a alliance. We are approaching the door, when I suddenly stopped. Arthur turned to me.
"Merlin, come on, we're going to be late."
I am still hestiating. Yes, we need this alliance, but there is something familiar... like a force.. magic. "Arthur I am getting a odd since"
"Warning" He asked concered.
"No, I defnitaly feel magic, but.. I know this magic. I can't place it."
"Well place it later, we're going to be late." Arthur is dragging me to the door where 50 people are waiting to get in. The bouncer is tall, broad, blonde hair, arms crossed. I would put him in his early 20's. Arthur coughed, "Hello, we are from the Roundtable, we have an appoiment with Crow."
The man looked us over. "Prove it"
Arthur and I glanced at each other. What did we have to prove... oh. "Arthur show him the seal" After a moment of suspison Arthur pulled out his pendant, that bore the old symbol of Camelot.
The man nodded. "Crow is expecting you, follow me." He pushed the door open calling for someone named Condor to take his place. Condor was also very tall, muscular, broad shoulders, with black hair and blue eyes.
The club is beautiful. Two teirs, hard wood floors, dark red velveted cushions, tables where you can get some privaicy. The eye catcher is the stage. It takes up a fourth of the room, coming down the middle of the club like a fashion modle runway, all in deep mahogany. There are simple lights lining the runway, it is oblivious that it was there for someone to put on a performance. We follow the man to the right side of the stage. I ask, "So.. what is your name then?" These man's features start to look familiar to me, like I know them from eons ago.
The blonde man glanced over at me, "Hawk"
"Why are you called Hawk? What's up witth the bird names?" Arthur asked incredulously.
"I am called Hawk because it best suits me. The brid names is protect our identities. The less your enemy knows about you, the less leverage they have over you." It atttucal makes perfect sense. "When you meet Crow let him talk frist. Whatever you do, do not interrupt Night N'gale." We nod and we are lead to a booth well hidden but in a perfect place to see the stage. Hawk leans over the, booth mutters some words, then motions for us to sit.
The man before us is well hidden in shadow, black gloves and a dark emerald suit are all of I can see of the man. He is holding a wine glass, however I smell beer. 'A man who knows how to keep up the look but yet can still enjoy normal things in life'.
"TT, you are the ambassadors for the Knights? Might as well of sent me two hand maidens."
"Excuse me??" Arthur is taken a back. Frankly, so am I. We haven't even said five words to him.
"I shall listen to your story, see if you need assistance after Night N'gale preforms."
Arthur was about to protest when I grabed his arm. I pointed to the stage, a man with a wide grin, and a red suit that clashed horribly with his oragne hair, came on stage with a mic in hand. Freckles covered his face, his hair looks wind blown. Brown eyes filled with excitement.
"Helllloooo everyone. Now it is time. You all have been waiting for this. Hell, I am sure if you are here it is the only reason you showed up! The one, The only, NIGHT N'GALE!!!" The man quickly went off the left, the red curtains revealing a girl on a stool, in a beautiful red dress ( below), black hair with a streak of white on the right side pulled back into a simple braid, eyes closed. 'The hair could just be a coincidence, kids dye their hair all the time now'. The music started and she opened her eyes, deep sea blue eyes. 'It cant be her.' Then she began to sing.
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