The League [Phan AU]

Chapter 15

Dan reported to the Hideout at noon as he had been instructed. He was told to leave Phil behind, this mission would be done solo. It had been a while since Dan had taken a mission on his own, but he had no doubts whatsoever.
He took the file to the quiet room and plopped down on the same sofa Phil usually sat on. Dan thought a lot about him recently. He seemed almost distant, like maybe he was keeping something from him. Phil never kept secrets though, which is what made Dan even more curious.
The file included a picture of a middle-aged man, who's name was said to be Alfred Haywood. Dan didn't recognize him, but his info said he was a former League member who was leaking information about League operations. He'd have to make the bird squawk, and find how much information he leaked.
Dan stood up and left the room, heading for the exit when he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw a friendly face smiling down at him. For a highly trained murderer, Jim Chapman was quite the happy person. He and his wife never ceased to be the optimists of the London members.
"Hey Dan, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?" Jim asked.
Dan was quiet for a moment. "Okay, sure."
"I've got this assignment," Jim started, flipping open a file folder. "And I was wondering what the best method might be to get this guy talking? He's like super trained and I don't know if I could do it."
Dan scanned the papers, looking for something useful. "Go deep," Dan answered simply. "Someone like him won't give anything up with normal methods. Go crazy and tougher."
"Thanks a lot," Jim said, closing the folder and holding it at his side. "Oh, um, I don't mean to pry, but how are you? I don't see Phil around here much these days, are you two okay?"
"Yeah, we're good," Dan replied, realizing how many days Phil had been skipping lately. He was either sleeping in or claimed to have errands to run.
"Good, good. See you around, then," Jim said a smile. Dan nodded and continued on his way, wanting to start his mission as soon as possible.
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Kidnapping him had been too easy. Dan was barely enjoying himself at this point, which was something he despised. Boredom made Dan crave for excitement, usually in the form of criminalistic acts.
When his captive awoke he starting pacing around him, trying to scare him a bit. Dan was jumpy and full of adrenaline, ready to have fun.
"So, Alfred, you worked for the League right?" Dan started. "Tell me, what do you know? What did you leak you filthy little mole?"
"I leaked the big bank robbery," the man replied.
"Wow! I didn't even have to do anything to you to get you to talk! Why you're not making this any fun at all!"
"And a few murders, but that's it. I couldn't get my hands on anything else."
"This organization's existence is a secret, you know. This slip of information has the ability to tell the entire world about us. Where did you leak it to?"
"The Internet."
"Oh dear," Dan sighed through gritted teeth. "That is not good news for me or for you."
"Everyone knows now, that you and your evil employers..."
"Evil? Psh, I wouldn't consider myself that." Dan twirled a knife with his fingers, putting his face close up to the man's. "A more accurate word would be, mm, psychotic."
Dan brought the knife closer to the man's face. If he moved even an inch he'd draw blood.
"Wait!" the man cried. "I have some information that might interest you."
"You can't possibly know my interests..."
"You're the Howell boy, aren't you? This stuff is about your dad."
Dan pulled the knife away and stood up straight. "I'm listening."
"Your father has been gathering followers, like minions from League members. He's created a small army and he plans to take over the London Hideout so he can eventually take over the League."
"I knew he's power-hungry, but why?"
"He wants the world to know the League exists and he wants people to fear him. He tried recruiting me after I leaked that information."
"Thank you for the in-tell, now where were we?"
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Dan shuffled into the apartment, lazily throwing his keys down and plopping onto the couch. He felt blank, like he couldn't think anymore. He didn't care honestly, it felt good to not have thoughts running through his mind for a change.
"Hey," a voice said from behind him. Dan looked up at Phil was standing in the door way.
"Hey," Dan replied.
"You okay?"
"Just tired."
"You're covered in blood, you know that right?"
Dan looked down at his clothes, realizing he was covered in the stuff. "Oh yeah, shit."
"You should shower."
"Only if you come with me."
Phil's mouth formed an "o" shape and Dan smirked, watching his boyfriend blush.
"Come on," Dan urged. "Just like after training when we were teens."
Phil followed Dan to the bathroom, where he started the water and placed towels on the counter for when they were done. They both stripped and Phil let Dan step in first.
The blood staining his neck and chest ran down his body to the floor below. He watched it wash away down the drain. Phil stepped in and Dan turned around, staring at Phil intently.
"What?" Phil chuckled as he noticed Dan looking at him.
"You're beautiful," Dan said, making Phil's blush deepen.
"Shut up," Phil grinned with a shake of his head.
Dan pulled him closer, the warm water raining down over their heads. Dan's eyes drifted down to Phil's lips, and soon he connected his to them. It felt like old times, when there was no one and nothing else, just the two of them. No that moment that's all that seemed to matter. The two of them and their lips moving in sync.
They pulled away to breathe, pressing their foreheads together as the water continued to pour down. Phil felt warm, and safe, and that was all that mattered. Here in Dan's arms he was home, and he wished so badly he didn't have to keep secrets from him.