Waking up after mid day wasn't something Y/N was used to. Since all those years when his training began, he'd always had a sharp and planned out routine. Four hours of sleep, five if he really needed it. Shower by 7:30AM, training, well thought out breakfast, training, etc. But today on January 1st was different, almost like his whole body was laying on a cloud of pure softness with something warm resting on his shoulder. It was 2:56, and his E/C eyes groggily opened, the world was blurry, memories of last night were slowly returning in waves. Joker, the Yacht, Selina, Holiday and Pamela. The aching of his body, how he let Alberto die, the sex. His right arm was wrapped the red head, pulling her in close. Y/N still doesn't know why he let himself get carless, but he enjoyed it. The voice had shut up, and it was......peaceful, like all the worries of the world had vanished. 

His work phone was full of messages, even on the first day of the new year the vultures of Wayne Enterprises were out for blood. Three meetings missed, four group calls and one meeting with a very important rspresetitaive of S.T.A.R Labs gone. But those worries weren't present in Y/N's mind. 

"Hey" a gentle voice called out, breaking Y/N out of his thoughts his attention turned to Pamela Isley looking up at him with a smile. 

"Uhhh, hey" Y/N responded rather awkwardly. How does one respond to their ex they hooked up with? "You sleep alright?" he asked, sitting up slightly trying to get his body to start moving. 

"Like a log" she responded as Pamela also sat up, moving the duvet up to cover her naked body. "Yourself?" 

"Haven't slept that well in a good few weeks" Y/N said wiping his eyes of sleep trying to clear his blurry vision. "So ummmm, about last night?" he tried to start up the conversation that needed to happen. They had to talk about it, so might as well get it out the way. 

Pamela looked away for a brief moment, she seemed to be thinking of what words to say exactly. She also seemed as embarrassed and awkward about the situation. "It was, nice?" she tried to say, and she wasn't wrong. Y/N had to admit it's been a while since he's you know, but last night just felt amazing. Nothing like with Kori or Barb. But Y/N still felt awkward about the situation, there was no love behind it. 

"Yeah, it was" Y/N admitted to Pamela. He fished a pair of boxers out of the draw next to his bed and slipped them on. "I'll uh" he got up from the bed and pointed with his thumb towards the kitchen. "Go get your stuff and put on some coffee?" he asked with his eyebrows raised. 

"I'd like that" Pamela nodded as she laid back. 

Y/N gathered what clothes of hers he could find, some of it was actually ripped due to how aggressive Y/N was being last night. But he found what he could and dropped them off near Pam so she could dress herself. And as Y/N entered the kitchen his attention turned to his work mobile phone. A few dozen voice mails, emails, and about ten texts from Derek Powers the tycoon under Falcone's thumb, it all certainly piled up over the hours. But he threw the phone aside, he didn't care about Wayne Enterprises for the moment, all his worries had vanished. He put on a batch of his favourite coffee and simply looked out the nearest window, gazing over the city. Y/N let out a sigh relieve as his eyes drifted downwards to the streets, the people the cars, how it all seemed so alive. It reminded him for what Bruce fought for, what he's now fighting for. Y/N closed his eyes and soaked in the sounds, honing in on every little detail. Yelling, car horns, tires scrapping against the road, each sound held a story, and those stories could be linked to crime some way, shape or form. 

Y/N then turned to the coffee machine and poured two cups, he doesn't remember the last time had had used two cups at the same time in this apartment. The smell of coffee invaded his nostrils rich, warm, and inviting. It has a strong and distinct aroma that fills the air and stimulates the senses. The scent  was caramel-like, with notes of toasted bread and roasted nuts. Y/N held one of the cups, allowing it's warmth to filter through him. Eventually Pamela joined him in the kitchen, and since he was only half dressed, so was she in only her bra and panties, almost teasing Y/N even when they needed to talk about boundaries. 

He handed Pamela her cup, and she too seemed mesmerised by the scent, closing her eyes in delight of the smell. "Mmmmmm, you always did know how to make a good cup" she said, taking a seat on the sofa with him sitting opposite. 

"Yeah, one of the only things I can be keep constantly good in my life" he smiled, placing his cup on a mat and looking up at Pamela. His eyes travelled up her legs, to her slim form and then to her face. He could already feel the stirring of that lust from last night coming to the surface. 

"I don't know" Pamela replied as she too placed her cup down as her eyes settled on his toned body then his face. "Sometimes improvements can be welcome" she added, but it barley came out like a smooth whisper.

"So ummm, can we just get out about what actually happened last night?" Y/N said plain and simply wanting to get it out the way. 

"Yeah, lets" Pamela agreed as she nuzzled herself into the sofa. 

Y/N let out a sigh as he tried to find the exact wording for this scenario. None of his training from Bruce ever prepare him for 'what if you hooked up with her ex who used to be a super villain'. "I'm not, I don't know if I'm looking for something, you know, along the lines of what we used to have" he managed to get out. And as Y/N finished his sentence he looked down at his cup, trying to avert himself from looking at Pamela. 

"I'm......" Pamela drew out her word as she also tried to word it correctly. "Inclined to agree, as much as I enjoyed last night" her eyes looked off towards the bedroom. "I mean really enjoyed it" she giggled. "I'm not- I didn't-" 

"Feel anything?" Y/N asked cutting across her as they both looked at each other. Although Pam didn't answer vocally, the look on her face said it all. "Same here, Pam you are beautiful" he looked at her, and once again took in her gorgeous features. "But I just, what we used to have, I don't thin that flame can ever reignite" he admitted. There was a few moments of silence, the situation slowly settled in for the both of them. It was almost depressing, that brief moment of passion died out, and both knew it would never lead to anything. Y/N took a long, drawn inhale through his nose, and when he did he looked over at Pamela. He didn't know why, but the feeling of seeing her sad, also made him feel the same emotion. 

"But" Pamela said, crossing her legs and wiping hair behind her head. "There's nothing wrong with simply enjoying the sparks?" she asked, following on from what Y/N said. Y/N narrowed his eyes, almost confused about what she was trying to say. 

"Huh?"

"We can simply enjoy other's company" Pamela tried to explain, leaning forward and allowing Y/N to gaze at her body. "And all the, additional benefits that could lead to" she soothed. 

Y/N was catching onto what exactly Pamela was trying to say. Essentially she was proposing what you would call a 'friends with benefits' type agreement. Y/N took a sip of her coffee as he thought about what that type of agreement would entail. All the positives, negatives were all pushed aside as Y/N landed on the deciding factor. Since last night he hadn't heard a whisper from the voice. 

"I'm gonna go and" Pamela stood up. "Freshen up, I need to send a message where's the bathroom?" she asked. 

"Oh, there's an en suite in the bedroom, and a second one down the hall, first door on the left" he said, pointing down the hallway that lead to the bedroom. 

"An en suite?" Pamela asked perking up. "How fancy?"

As Pamela went to the bathroom grabbing her bag. Y/N thought about his current situation, he just cut ties with Selina over the fact he couldn't allow distractions or risk anyone getting hurt due to his double life. Maybe this was a bad idea, she is an ex villain, one of the more dangerous ones on top of that. 

But as Pamela settled her bag down next to the sink in the well lit bathroom. She reached for a round glass bottle, while it seemed to be a standard perfume bottle, it held a more sinister purpose. Pamela applied her perfume to her neck, rubbing it in for good measure. As the red head allowed the perfume to settle, she reached for her phone. Opening up her contacts she texted a number with the name belonging to one of the most dangerous men in Gotham.

As Pamela let the special pheromone perfume settle, the scent traveled through the apartment into the nostrils of Y/N. He took a few sniffs, feeling almost weightless, he felt a sudden surge of energy coursing through his veins. It was like a jolt of electricity, sparking him to life and setting his senses on fire. Y/N moved up, almost like his body was on autopilot. This perfume was special, it didn't make Y/N a mindless idiot like some of her previous ones did, all this did was enhance the attraction that was already there. 

Y/N moved across the kitchen, and Pamela left the bathroom. Both former lovers looked at each other, and Y/N pulling her towards him. Both fumbled into the bedroom once again, Y/N forgetting all about the worries of Wayne Enterprises or acting as the Dark Knight. 

Across Gotham, as the Falcone Family mourned the loss of one of their own, the Maroni family was making their move. Sal Maroni sat at a round table with twenty of his finest men and women keeping guard armed to the teeth. At the table sat some of Gotham's most infamous super criminals, Victor Zsasz, Firefly, Killer Moth, and the Mad Hatter. All were dressed in standard clothing while their gear and weapons were outside in numerous vans waiting to be collected. 

"These passed few months have shown that the Roman is unfit to un this town" Sal Maroni stated with a grin. "He can't even keep his own son safe on his own Yacht" he added as he snapped his fingers. One of his men brought over a briefcase to Victor Zsasz, stuffed with cash and instructions. The criminal holding an insane smile as he sat down with glee. 

Victor Zsasz Portrayed by James McAvoy 

"What will you have me do?" Zsasz asked. "Hopefully I can gain more marks along the way!"

"You Zsasz will target the docks. While the Roman lost one of his ports he's still getting weapons in from shipments, send a warning. Make sure they know who's gonna be running this town soon" Maroni informed. 

Another goon came over, delivering a briefcase to Firefly and Killer Moth. The two had been under a partnership for some time now, it was only natural due to their theming being the same, based around bugs.

Firefly portrayed by Brendan Fraser

Killer Moth Portrayed by Alan Tudyk

"You two bugs" Maroni spoke up, taking a swig from his whiskey and placing the glass down. "Target his dealers, his source of income. Take his foot soldiers off the board" clarified with the two criminals looking at each other, then nodding while looking at Maroni. 

"And me?" Mad Hatter asked with a smile going from ear to ear. 

"His guns, after the first attack Falcone will try and hit back. You'll make sure even if he does manage to amass his guys together. They won't have the weapons to hit back with" receiving a nod back from the Wonderland obsessed man. As the criminals left with their documents and pay, Maroni smiled. Knowing he was finally making his move to take control of Gotham. 

Author's Note 

There we go new chapter out. Sorry of the Y/N and Pam part felt awkward, wasn't sure how to write it but I'm hoping I did alright. With these villains comes the first major deviation from the comic/movie. How will Y/N handle these villains while also being manipulated by Pamela and Falcone? You'll have to wait and see. 

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