Devil's Wrath

Part 3

They sped across the countryside, zipping past roving hills, great plains, and the occasional town or hamlet. (Y/N) simply looked out the window, going through his plan, repeating it to himself like a mantra. David tried making small talk to test the waters with his passenger to limited success. (Y/N)'s reply's were simple yes or no's, more focused on his plan. But something in the back of his brain, this tiny, puny voice was telling that this will all go wrong, that the Batman will find out, that he'll come for him, and he'll-- "Hey!" (Y/N) snapped towards the raised voice. "Y-yeah?" He stammered. "We're here." David announced. (Y/N) quickly nodded and got out, taking in a glance of his surroundings. They were in the more nicer part of Gotham, diamond district more specifically. The hotel they're outside of looked almost royal to the impoverished young adult. A red carpet on the ground, a red awning that was above it, a hotel greeter beside double doors. A valet came up and took the keys from David's and stepped into the car, just as (Y/N) fished his luggage out of the trunk. As soon as he closed it, the driver drove off into an underground parking lot. They walked in and (Y/N) marveled at the luxurious interior.

David had already went to the counter and got a set of room keys, then he set his luggage down onto a bellboy cart. The bellboy came around to (Y/N) to take his bag and carted them off to their places. David handed him his room key and explained that he'll be across from him and his parents, "And speaking of my parents." He shifted his head towards the entryway, "They just entered the lobby." (Y/N) turned around and saw a man and a woman walking towards him. The man; dressed sharply with a black-and-red three piece suit has his hair neatly done, brushed going against the roots to give it more volume, his full beard neatly trimmed, his eyes blue and warm, yet cold and calculating. The woman; her hair long and decadent, flowing down to her shoulder blades and resting on her breasts, her dress made from the sheerest mulberry silks, a slit that went to her thigh, showing a very shapely leg. She also had this look in her eyes, one he couldn't quite make out. "So, you're the one who saved my youngest son." The father declared. He extended his hand out to (Y/N)'s and they shook.

"I must say, I'm quite impressed." He smirks, "That someone of your... standing could deal out such justice." (Y/N) skimmed from that half-second pause that he didn't like him one bit. Whether it was from the fact that he was, in his eyes, an uninvited guest, or simply because he was just below the middle class line. His wife laughed loftily, "Come now, Warren, one has to be able to fight like him to survive in such a cut-throat place." Warren's wife looked at the young vigilante again, that same look she had before came back with an intensity, making him massage the side of his neck. David quickly cleared his throat, "Uh, anyway, we should probably head on up and unpack our things." (Y/N) readily agreed with him and followed close behind, with Warren glaring daggers into the poor boy. As far as first impressions with him go, he seemingly failed spectacularly, without even trying at that. Those his missus seems to have taken a liking to him. A silver lining. And a crappy one at that. The elevator ride was quiet, and unfortunately awkward for David. "You know... my mom looked like she was going to eat you up." He stammered.

(Y/N) side glanced him, "What do you mean." He said, quirking an eyebrow. "Well..." He was seemingly at a lose on what to say for, and just as he found the right words, the elevator dinged, and the doors slid wide open. A Caucasian man of large stature and girth walked in. His hair was long and slicked back, his face was clean shaven, and his grey eyes had a lifeless, but determine look. He stood in-between (Y/N) and David. (Y/N) glanced at him and looked away, not before seeing the look of shock on David's face. He kept that in mind. He also kept in mind the black leather glove on his left hand. The elevator dinged once again, this one marking (Y/N) and David's stop. They walked out and David went right, (Y/N) closely following once more. David was still zonked out of his marbles, so (Y/N) took it upon himself to jab David's side. His head snapped back before he sighed a breath of relief. "So, you were about to say something to me?" (Y/N) said. "Oh, right!" David exclaimed, "My mom, she... well, part of the reason mom and dad split up was because she has a taste for more... younger men." (Y/N) nodded, "Oh... OH!" The realization hit him like a freighter.