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Bruce sighed as he whisked his ginger ale in his flute. This party was draining him more than the criminals that prowled the streets. At least they're not much for talking. He spotted Viki but just wasn't in the mood to entertain the Beta right now. Though he did rethink about it once a strange man went up to her, he wore Victorian, crimson and midnight robes that seemed to cling to the nearest shadows.

He was about to intervene when one of the servers bumped into him with a metal tray. Colliding with his glass and shattering it on impact. “Oh wow, I'm so- Mr. Wayne! I'm so sorry!”

Some of the shards broke the skin, blood seeping from the cuts, “It's alright, Snypes, I'll just get this cleaned real quick and it'll be as good as new.” He side glanced at Vale to see if she was holding her own, only to see the odd man staring right at him. A small shiver ran down his spine. He promptly turned and walked out to the bathroom, away from the bustling cocktail life.

Running water fell over his hand, not even flinching from the slight stinging, he barely even felt it. What he did feel and flinch at was a cold hand grasping his within a tender hold to the front of a red and black cloth covered chest “If you permit it, a simple slide of the tongue tends to help seal the wound faster, Mr…?”

“Wayne, Bruce Wayne.” He stated hesitantly. “And yo-ah!”

Ecstasy ran through him as the Alpha lapped at his lacerations, and they began closing up instantly. His hand shook from the experience. “Rominoff, Dr. Rominoff.” Placing his free hand on top of his.

Bruce shuttered at the voice, “A doctor, eh? Perhaps you could give me an examination, upstairs in my bedroom?” He was Bruce Wayne after all, he has a reputation to uphold.

Dr. Rominoff smiled seductively at his prey, “I would be honored.”

Both exited the bathroom and made a beeline to the stairs. “Sir?”

Bruce threw his butler a quick excuse, “I'm going to be showing our guest around, just for a bit!”

“Very good, sir,” not even giving a hint of knowing anything, he retreated back to the hostless party. Stopping long enough to eye, wearily at his ward stepping up to the high floors with the mystery guest.

 

"Aghh! Ahhhhhh!"

 

His loins stilled quivered and he gasped with every breath, “Damn!” He panted.

Rominoff continued kissing the nape of Bruce's neck, “Indeed.” He said, playfully.

A small laugh rushed out as he turned to his lover, “You are very experienced, Dr. Rominoff. Years of practice?”

“You could say that.”

Bruce turned to his alarm clock, “Shit. It's been that long? Oh, Alfred's going to kill me if I don't get up.” lazily, he moved to pick up his suit from the floor. “Will I be seeing you later, Doc?”

A light kiss to the back of his neck and Bruce almost had another orgasm. “Yes, I do believe I will be seeing you again,” sitting with the host between his legs as his hands caressed the mortal’s body.

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He looked over the papers before him, another four missing persons added to the roster of the Lost Ones just last night. He sighed and massaged his eyes. “Really, Master Bruce. You must get yourself some sleep.” Alfred came up to him with a tray of eggs, beacon,_ coffee_

“Bruh!” Slapping a hand over his mouth, he rushes over to the nearest bathroom and empties his insides.

He's been throwing up all day; the smells have intensified to unbearable measures, making his stomach curl. Almost making him wish the symptoms would just kill him already. “Sir, I must insist you try to eat something.” Alfred says, a glass of water stretched out and kneeling beside the young man hugging the toilet bowl.

“I know, I kn-hargh!” Hacking spit and possibly his body’s acids into the throne before sending it to the sewers. Really thinking about performing self surgery to remove his intestines. “I'm just c-hur!”

“Sick, sir?”

Bruce glared at this father figure, “...yes.” Admitting begrudgingly. “Must be food poisoning or-hmm- something.”

The old man stared at him, then slowly, his eyes furrowed, “It's possibly nothing sir, but weren't you with that gentleman, Dr. Rominoff, nearly two weeks ago?”

His body froze, eyes widening to enlarged platters, his stomach settling as it's message has been sent, “No, I- I've been taking the pills-”

“Did you take them when you were with him?”

Oh crap, “Schedule an appointment with Leslie, NOW!” Quickly running for his suits, dressing into whatever he snatched. He has Alfred race him to the hospital where the only doctor he trusts works at, and rushes through the doors where the old woman with grey hair tied up in a bun waves Bruce to follower her down the hall. She took her samples and did the tests. It took an hour for her to come back in with a neutral face.

“Well Bruce, I don't know if it's good or bad, but it's news. You're pregnant.”

He shook his head, “I don't…” damn it. “What am I am going to do?” Feeding his face to his hands.

“Knowing you, there's only one thing to do.”

Nodding, pushing his hair away, Bruce got up from the examination table, making an effort to shake the messenger's hand, “Can I… count on you to do my check ups?”

A reassuring smile answered his nervousness, “You don't even have to ask. And I'll be all too happy to help you deliver as well when the time comes.”

Nodding, “Thank you, Leslie. I'll call you, then.” Bruce walked out of the room with his coat draped over his arm. He was out of the building and going down the sidewalk, it was dark out already. Bruce took note but was mostly in his head, using his inner compass to wander over to Alfred. ‘What the Hell is wrong with me. I'm more disciplined than this. I should have been more careful! How could I forget something so important? Oh, God. I'm bringing a baby into my life. How I am supposed to be Bruce Wayne, Batman, and a father all at once?’ The thoughts took Bruce a little ways from the hospital, only street lights illuminated through the darkness. The shiny black car waited at the end of the block, he was the only one roaming around Gotham’s streets tonight.
No matter his circumstances, he was still fully aware of his surroundings, which was why he was generally startled when a hand nested itself on his shoulder. Stopping himself from grabbing the hand and flipping the stranger over himself. He simply jumps from his shadow, “Jesus!... Dr. Rominoff.”

“Forgive me, I just saw you walking from across the street and couldn't help but come say hello.”

Breathing a half sigh, “It's alright. I, uh, was actually just thinking of you in fact.”

“Oh?” Rominoff questions with leer, an eyebrow cocking up.

“Are you free for, say, the next thirty minutes?”

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Dr. Rominoff looked… stunned to say the least. Not even touching his steak tartare with sliced bread and cheese. Bruce fidgeted with his thumbs, he began to mumble, “It's just_ you have the right to know, that's why I'm telling you. But, you don't have to stay with me, that's fine. We hardly know each other after all. But all I ask is just a little socializing with the child for the kid’s sake. I can pay and take care of-”

“You are sure it is mine?” The man still stared at his stomach in shock. Almost with a longing.

“Yes, I haven't been with anyone else in months.” A half reassuring smile directed at the doctor. Then he felt a pair of eyes at the back of his head. He turned slightly around, hailing a waiter for more water. Spotting the culprit immediately and regretting it as he saw dorky glasses, messy black hair, and a mouth hanging wide open. He coughed into his wrist, folded his arms, and smiled at his… well, baby daddy. Who, in turn, hasn't taken his eyes off his midsection, slack jawed himself.

“That's impossible.”

Bruce pulled his eyebrows together, “Um, what do you mean?”

“I’m…” the doctor froze, glanced at his face, then back at his stomach. “I have a condition. It prevents me from reproducing. At least… I thought it did.”

“Oh, I see. Well, sometimes miracles happen. I um, well, sometimes doctors do tend to be wrong.” He tried as Brucie. Although Batman wondered what condition he suffered from, precisely. And how severe it was that Dr. Rominoff would be this surprised at producing a child of his own. “It's not something that could affect the baby, is it?”

The doctor’s face petrified at the question, “I don't believe so.” A lie or a genuine guess, Bruce couldn't tell. Right when he was about to ask what condition, the Alpha looked straight into his eyes with new found purpose. Reaching across the table and grasping his hands with gentleness, “Bruce. If you will allow it, I would be honored to mate you.”

Bruce's mouth fell open at the same time as the sound of glass breaking cracked the silence. “That's very chivalrous of you Dr. Ro-”

“Vlad, Vlad Rominoff.”

“Vlad. We hardly know each other. We shouldn't just jump into these things.”

“Yes, of course. Then perhaps you shall permit me to Hunt you?”

This time, Bruce heard a crack of lignum vitae table and some bickering about the strange occurrence. He had to stop his eye from twitching at the sound. Smiling with as much joy as he could put into it, he answered, “Yes, I think I would like that very much.”

“Thank you, Bruce Wayne.” Standing up to place a chastised kiss on the omega’s hand, “When the Hunt is through, I hope to have earned your affection.” paying for both their meals, he left without another word.

A real smile graced his lips, before it turned down at the presence coming straight for him. A clumsy Alpha with horrible taste in suits sat where Vlad just left, foaming at the mouth, “Did you hit your head too many times or are you out of your mind!” He whispered through clenched teeth.

“First off, when did you start listening in on others conversations? Second, can you afford another table on your salary?” Pointing down at Clark's death grip on the poor wood.

Reluctantly, the reporter unhooked his fingers, staring intensely at Bruce, “I thought you were more careful than this?”

“I am. It's just- that night, it was so intense and-”

“Yeah, ok! Got the picture!” huffing out. He hugged his face in his hands, leaning his elbows on the wood, “By Rao, Bruce. How could you agree to a Hunt with that guy?”

“Why not? I'm not getting any younger, he's an… experience in bed, but more importantly, he is the one who helped knock me up. It's only fair I give him at least a chance since he asked.”

“Yes, but_ but a Hunt? You just met him!” Looking more and more depressed.

Bruce didn't have an answer to that, “It was… the spur of the moment. I just-”

“You're- you! How could you not be_ oh, I forgot you're weakness for normal human conversation.” Clark mumbled to himself.

“This isn't exactly normal, Kent.”

“That, I won't argue with! And what was he talking about, what condition?”

“I don't know. I'll find out when I can. And as for you, what the Hell are you doing in my city?” Bruce turned the tables with a frown of his own.

Clark sighed, “You know the missing people? I think one of them now is a reporter from the Daily Planet.”

Bruce leaned back, cursing in his head, “I'm already looking into it. I don't have any leads yet. I didn't know someone outside the city went missing too.”

“I didn't even know until Lois told me. She said he said he was going on a ‘secret mission’ and he'll be gone for a few days in Gotham. That was over a week ago.”

“I would have known if he made it into the city, or if the police made the report. He could have been taken just on the outskirts.”

Nodding from the other side, “Those were my thoughts, too. I went to Metropolis police stations, there's surveillance of him leaving Metropolis, but none of him entering Gotham. So, I flew around and I found his car abandoned on a backroad just a dozen miles from here. I contacted the GCPD and they already towed it out. That was a few hours ago.”

“Hm, I'll look at the scene, myself. Think you can take me there?”

Kal glared at Bruce, “Bruce, you're pregnant. And in the early months.”

“I'll simply search for evidence. If it comes down to fighting, I'll leave that to you, agreed?”

Clark looked Bruce up and down, “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Bruce?”

“I'm not stuipid, Clark. I'm not going to risk someone else's life just to-*Sigh.* Damn it, I'm eventually going to have to find a temporary solution for my Bat problem, soon. And I haven't even figured out what’s happening with the Lost Ones. God, damn it all!” lazily looking around while stabbing his fork into the half eaten pork and undressed salad.

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‘Vald’ paced around his crypt, shaking and breathing heavily. When he attended Wayne’s party, he had full intentions of adding him to his army of the undead. He was distracted by a beta’s likeness to his deceased wife for but a moment. Then he smelled blood. His blood. It was a calling to him, like sirens to a sailor, he had to follow that amazing scent. And the taste. A 'sweet flavor with a bite to the iron' is the best way he could describe it, but that still doesn't do it justice. And it has been a long time since he's had a roll in the hay, far too long.

Remeeting him in the street like that, it wasn't a complete coincidence. He did want to check up on the young mortal for some time, he didn't expect the omega to want to talk. Nor did he expect news like that from Mr. Wayne. He never expected news like that at all.

“So, will the Wayne boy be joining us for dinner soon, master?” The brainwashed Cobblepot asked, excitedly.

The man paused in his passing. His thoughts racing before answering, “Far too many outcomes that could go wrong. But then-will he- what will they- Argh. RrrrAH!” he hissed, throwing a chuck of rock into the ceiling, making his lower vampires scatter from his wraith.

Oswald blinked a couple of times, “Didn't you get rid of him, Dark One?”

“No! In fact, I’ve… I've impregnated him.” Saying it out loud made the whole situation cemented in reality. “I have fathered a child… as an undead.”

“Well, uh, congratulations, master?”

“... Yes. This would be a joyous revelation, indeed. But I fear for both the lives of my child and of Wayne. The unknown is far too dangerous for their outcome... *Sigh.* In the meantime, I must learn of this Bat Man. And see where his intentions lie.” sulking down into the darkest depths of his cavern, he thinks of any and all possible problems that may arise during and after the pregnancy, and unfortunately very few solutions.

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The Bat typed away at his computer, looking for surveillance footage that didn't mysteriously die into static. A gust of wind had him standing up, “Sorry, there was a fire and-”

“A cat stuck in a tree. Yeah, figured. Now show me where the spot is.” He started toward his Batmobile.

“Um…”

“What?” He stopped and half turned to Superman shuffling his feet.

“I'm much faster than any ride, you know?” Giving his best smile while stretching out his hand.

Bruce glared at the offering, and turned abruptly, “Hm.” He huffed, hopping in his ride.

The Man of Steel deflated, and lead Batman with a slouch in his flying. They took the back roads to the location, Superman swayed midair around the fast car, “So, you meet this guy for the first time, and what? He swept you off your feet?”

“Is now really the best time, Kal?” Batman tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

“I'm just trying to see what the guy's charm is, I mean he seems so, I don't know. I just got a bad vibe off him.” he twirled with folded arms, still on course.

“Hm.” The Bat growled, ending further conversation.

They arrived at the road the DP employee took, a ghost road next to a couple of condemned buildings. Superman slowed to one spot in particular, “This is where his car was found. No tracks, just damage.”

Bruce got out of his car and examined the road closely, “Claw marks.”

“Yeah, they think it was an animal.”

“With human hands?”

“What?”

(Here comes my small, very amateur detective skills, I'm so sorry)
Leather fingers ran along the indents in the dirt, his white lenses glowed with information. “There's a short fifth scratch along the pairs. Easy to miss with them overlapping each other. And these skid marks… the vehicle had to have been slammed hard enough to make it slide directly to the right of the road. There are no signs of another car. Their imprints in the cement have me worried. They're not random cracks, I think they're footprints.” He gets up and walks to the side of the road. Spying a small dried, dark spot at the rim of the cracking pavement. Using his detective tech eyes, it reads the compounds of the unidentified spot. When it finally beeped, he could see that it was human blood, but it was infected in a way he has never seen before.

"Do we have a Zombie outbreak on our hands?"

"If we did, then the whole country would've been eaten alive weeks ago." Batman takes out a flask and a metal stick and scrapes as much of the plasmid he can into the glass, then seals it up once he's satisfied. "Was there anything you could tell me about the car itself?"

"It was totaled, looked like it's been ripped to shreds. Um, his licence and wallet were also found inside, which was odd. He seemed to not have been able to put up much of a struggle. Just snatched out of his car."

The cowled man nodded, placing his findings in one of his belt's pockets. Standing up, he gazes around the area with normal eyes, to the trees and the ruins, "Do you hear anything?"

Clark looks around a little confused, "No, noth… ing… not even a bird." Superman hovered closer to Bruce as he scanned their surroundings. "I'm not seeing anything either. I don't like this, B."

Batman narrowed his orbitals, "Let's go, we'll come back another time." Flicking his cape, he marches to his Batmobile with Kal close to his heels.

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Alfred went to his ward as soon as they arrived in the car, Bruce hopped out to greet his guardian in his usual manner, "Alfred, I need GCPD records of the reporter's vehicle that was towed in. They must have analyzed enough for a report by now."

"I'll check right away, sir." The butler addressed, going to the Batcomputer.

Bruce hurried to his lab and began liquefying the blood to put under a microscope. "I should have the results by tomorrow morning, in the meantime you should get some rest." Removing his cowl as he placed the blood between two glass slips.

"Well, one, B, it is tomorrow morning, second, shouldn't you get some rest yourself?"

Bruce felt the heat radiating off the Kryptonian at his back as he looked into the glass magnifier, "I'll get sleep later, Kent."

"You haven't slept in a week, Bruce. And on top of that you haven't been eating properly."

"I'm afraid I would have to agree with Master Kent, sir. You're resting for two now, can't afford to survive on an hour of sleep per night." Alfred called out, not glancing away from his task.

"I'll be fine, Alfred. And it's the early weeks, of course I won't be able to eat much. Now, leave me be, Kent." Bruce zoomed in more to get a better image. He heard a sigh from behind followed by retreating footsteps.

"You'll call me when you have the results?"

"Yes."

Another sigh, "Okay, I'll just… be in Metropolis then." and the Kryptonian flew out the mouth of the cave. Bruce continued his examination of the sample when Alfred came back with some papers. "Really, Master Bruce, surely this can all wait until tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's another day of the pregnancy. My windows shrinking by the second and I need to get as much done as possible."

"As~ you say, sir. At least try to rest some." Alfred hesitated to answer before leaving the young Master to his work.

Bruce stared hours upon hours into the sample, writing down every little thing he saw that was even remotely suspicious. It was thirty minutes until sun up when he began rubbing his eyes. It was getting harder to focus and his mind was protesting hard against another night without rest. When he began swaying on his feet, he still didn't stop. Until finally, he takes a seat in an uncomfortable chair and rests his eyes, just for a moment.

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Darkness consumes his horizon and all around himself. Hears the flapping of great wings echo through the looming ink. But despite the lack of vision and the troubling sounds, Bruce stands with a casual familiarity amongst the night, waiting for his old furry friends to come and greet him. Holding out his arm once the flapping grew loud enough, and expected the creature to land on his forearm. Claws attached to his sleeve so he reaches out to touch the silky fur on the child of the night, only to be met by smooth skin under his own. Recoils. Steps back. This stranger, in his place of safety, slowly eliminates with an unsettling light around him, never allowing eyes to gaze upon the unknown man's features.

The stranger glides with each step taken back. Halts. It halts. Standing arm's length from each other. Waiting. The figure holds out his hand to the winged mammals, one lands happily upon the appendage. It pets the tiny thing. Bruce reaches his arm to them and the small bat turns to him and licks his hand. Another bat lands on him and snuggles in his shoulder pad. The figure stretches his hand to Bruce. Then the light swirls around the stranger and eats the darkness away.

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"Sir. Sir!"

Bruce jumps in his chair and looks up to the man that raised him. "Al-Alfred." Rubbing his heavy eyelids.

"This is no place to rest, Master Bruce. Come on, I've fixed your bed and drawn you a bath." Pulling the Master's arm over his shoulder and heaves the young man to his feet.

"That… that does sound nice." And leaves with the butler to something cozy.

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Vlad half awakens in his coffin. He can feel the sun wanting to fizzle him to ashes beyond his crypt. "Bruce." Closing his eyes again, smiling in his sleep.

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Clark lands in his apartment complex, sluggishly. Tossing his cape on the bed with noodle arms and flops on the mattress. Groaning into his pillow. "Apple briskets." Mumbles to the cotton. Lifting his head to the clock on the end table. 3:06 am. Flipping over, spread eagle, staring at his white void of a ceiling. "Bruce." Lays there until the sun comes up. Sighing again, he sits up and begins getting ready for work.

Two fires and one mugging later, Clark gets to his job, late. "Kent! Where the Hell have you-"

"Donuts?" He held up his peace offerings, which made him the feast of the zombie workers.

"You dodged a bullet this time," Perry walks between the vultures to snag a vanilla one for himself. "But get your ass into gear!" And goes back to his office.

Clark looks briefly at his lone double chocolate coated one, smiles a little and reaches for it. Right as his fingers brush it, another hand snatches it up and gets eaten by red covered lips. "Oh, sorry, Smallville. Was this one yours?" Lois asks around her bakery.

He stares, miserably at the broken circle, feeling absolutely defeated, "No. No. It was never mine." He slumps over to his desk and drones on his computer.

Lois, very slowly chews her mouthful. Swallowing, she stolls over to him and offers the rest of the treat with some guilt. Clark gazes with sorrow at the donut. Lois shoulders fall as she puts it down on his desk, "Well, I'm not eating it now! So, spill!" The Beta asked.

Clark fiddles with the keys, side glancing every so often to the stolen goodie that still looks very tasty to him, "I… you know the Omega I have a crush on?"

"The lucky mystery chap, yes?"

"Well, he sort of… got knocked up."

"... Clark, you dog!" She slapped him playfully with a smirk.

"By a different guy. An Alpha to be exact."

"Oh… sorry."

"I just… don't know."

"Well, is he nice to him?" She asks while sipping her coffee.

"I don't know, I've only seen them together once, and they only met twice. But, he already seems mad about the Omega. And they already agreed on a Hunt together."

Lois spits all over her desk, coughing the remaining drink from her lungs, "A Hunt? Cah! That's serious!"

"I know." Looking at the donut sadly.

Lois sat in her cushioned chair for a little while, drumming her fingers on the metal, "Alright, that settles it."

Clark turns away from the donut, "I know."

"You have to follow them."

"I kn- what!?" He turned to the smirking woman with bafflement, "Follow them? Like a stalker?"

"No, no! Like a concerned neighbor. If you would tell me this mystery Omega, I'd do it for you. But, since you won't, you have to do it yourself."

Clark readjusts in his chair, "I don't know, I don't like spying on people."

"Think about it this way, your crush just met this guy and they're going on a Hunt together. For all you know, he could be a serial killer or something."

Clark rolls his eyes, "You think everyone you meet is a serial killer."

"I'm still here, aren't I?" She leans closer to him, as if ready to tell a secret, "Think of it this way, you're an investigative reporter, it's your job to snoop."

"Stalk."

"Tomato-tomáto!... Well?"

He leaned back in his chair with some thought then shook his head, "No, it's his life. Unless I think he's in some sort of danger, I'm not doing it."

"Ugh, you're hopeless, Smallville!" Lois threw up her hands and went to work on her paper.

Clark looked down to see the partly eaten treat still on his desk, he chews on his lip.

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"-Thanks to an eye witness who has this to say."

"I saw what got the guy, saw it with my own two eyes. It was a bat. I saw a huge shadow of a bat."

"As such, Gotham PD has concluded that the perpetrator behind these bizarre abductions is none other than… the Batman"

"Pffffft!" Alfred spits out his tea.

Bruce's phone rings from his pocket. Answering it, his ear is nearly pierced from the yelling, "What the hayseed is going on, Bruce!?"

"I can handle this!"

"Like spit jar you can! I'm coming over there!"

"No you're not." He growled, making no room for disagreement, "I said I can handle this." And hangs up on his old friend with a huff.

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Cobblepot pauses the TV, "Mighty gracias of the Batman to take all the blame for you. Sucker! Hahahaha!"

Dracula stares at the screen, "Batman…"

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Days later…

Vlad, wearing his black tuxedo suit with a white under shirt and red vest, looked over the city of Gotham from the top of it's tallest building. There were so many aspects that reminded him of home, gloomy streets, stubborn people, and superstition rooted in it's very foundation to name a few. Vlad eyes a couple crossing the street on a lone road. He smiles as he swoops down with the shadows. Tailing them for a few steps, he strikes at the beta male's neck, the women beta screams at the sight. Dropping the man, he digs into the woman's neck next. She falls limp to the ground. He whips his mouth and straightens his clothes as they rise as pale wild animals. "Go the Gotham's Cemetery." He pointed to the man, "My servant will give you orders on my behave, follow them." They bowed and slinked away. Vlad turns and runs as a fog into the night, he moves with the darkness through the city and to the grassy plains that housed the Wayne Manor. He becomes solid once he settles at the welcome mat and knocks on the doors.

An old Englishman answers, "Master Rominoff, what a pleasant surprise." He stands aside, letting the good doctor waltz in, "I trust you're here for Master Bruce?" He inquires as he closes the cold out.

"Yes, I am. And you may call me Vlad."

"Very good, Master Vlad. I'll go fetch him at once." They nod to each other and Alfred disappears upstairs.

Vlad puts his hands behind his back and observes the surroundings. There is a certain- coldness in the hall. Despite the hard work of the bright colors of the walls and indoor balconies, the shadows were more evident and looming here than in his own tomb. And for one, everyone claims to be so vain and self loving, Vlad couldn't find a single picture of the young man in the great hall, where as he's seen those types have dozens of by both elites and commoners alike. Instead, still lifes and possible ancestors of the Waynes were the eyepieces. The Dark One hums as he makes his way up the stairs, impatient to see the mother of his furture child. As he roams down the narrow passage, he stops to admire one that catches him, a somewhat elderly gentleman with a mustache, a similarly aged lady with a pearl necklace, and a young boy smiling happily for the artist to immortalize in oils. "That was the last painting of my parents."

Vlad turns abruptly to the Omega coming up to him while staring sadly at the portrait. The Alpha looks up with him, "How did they die?"

"A mugging gone wrong. I was eight years old when it happened."

Vlad frowns with phantom pain, "I'm sorry their lives were taken, they look like decent folks."

Bruce gave the tinest smile the Master of Vampires has ever seen, "They were. They were the ones that held Gotham together. My father would volunteer at the free clinic at least twice a week if not more while my mother would host every charity she could think of every month. They did everything they could to make life in Gotham better than it was yesterday. When they fell, Gotham… " the billionaire frowns, then turns his head away.

"Forgive me, it was not my place to-"

"No, it's alright. It's good to remember them. The way they were before. Not just… that night."

"Yes, you're right… My late wife used to say much the same thing."

Bruce looked up at him with curious sympathy, "How did she..?"

" … An angry mob slain her at the break of dawn. I was helpless to watch…"

"I'm so sorry." They stood there for a moment, gazing up at the happy family that once was. Bruce shakes himself first. "Anyways, you wanted me?" Turning his whole body back to the father of their unborn.

The man before him clears his throat, "Yes, I wished to begin the Hunt tonight. If, of course, you're up to it?"

"Tonight? That's-"

"Perfect, sir."

Bruce side glared his servant, the butler glared back as if they were having an unspoken conversation, "If you don't wish it, I shall leave at once."

"No, it's-," Bruce turns back to the crimson robes wearing Alpha, "I was just hoping to get more done- never mind. I'll be happy to go with you. I" glacing at Alfred, "need a break, after all. Give me ten minutes or so and I'll be right out."

Vlad smiles as Bruce retreats to the master bedroom to freshen up. Alfred stays with the guest, eyeing him warily, "Be sure to keep Master Bruce safe. I don't wish for him to be shown as one of the Lost Ones on the daily news."

The Dark One was somewhat amused by the order, "Fear not, Bruce will not be in any danger around me."

The butler seemed to straighten even more by the promise, "Quite." He said simply, showing the guest to the study to wait then leaves him to browse.

The Master Vampire skimmed over Bruce's collection, Moby Dick, Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales, The Art of War, several language books, and- Dracula takes a hard cover off the shelf and looks over the pages. The man turns back to the cover to reread the title, 'Romanian Folklore of the Eighteenth Century.' "Not… entirely untrue." He mumbled out loud, going back to the page his finger saved. As he read, he shakes his head at some things while nods at others. Then he gets to a part that makes Vlad cock his head and ponder. "Is that possible?..." Hearing voices coming from the great hall, he puts the book back and awaits the black suit wearing billionaire. The expensive attire hugged the Omega's slim but built body in all the right places while still leaving room for the imagination, "You look truly magnificent."

Bruce smiles, "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself. Shall we?"

"My pleasure." Vlad takes his arm and they go out to the driveway where a horse driven carriage awaited them.

"Aren't you classy."

"I try my best." Vlad commented, giving a brief glance at the man in the box seat. The coachman hid himself under a large hat and in a bigger coat. Vlad gave Bruce his hand to help him into the caléche, being sure to put himself in line of sight between him and their driver tonight.

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He's made sure to prepare for tonight, lessening his recruitment to make the city, at the very least, feel safer at night so that the Hunt may be more pleasant. And Vlad was glad to see an authentic smile spread across Bruce's face. Though he claimed not to know any of the exhibit's displays, he certainly enjoyed himself with tales of what he's heard about them. The undead man was joyous to listen, even learning a thing or two from the mortal's retellings. Vlad, despite his false claims of being an official Cultural Anthropology Doctor, he certainly had the experience for quite a few of the items to give his knowledge of the human aspects around them. The Omega listen with keen interest, smiling wider with each piece of information the Alpha gave. A couple of hours pass when Bruce gets hungry and the Alpha is all too happy to lead them to their next destination.

The caléche carries them to Gotham Park. When the coachman reared in the horse to a stop, the creature alight Bruce out as he advanced them to the lit clearing. Between the opened circle of lanterns, there laid a royal red blanket with a golden pattern inspired by nature itself etched onto it. At the center, lies foods of all kinds ready to be picked at, and the wooden basket settled next to them. "You don't mess around, do you?"

"Not on important matters, no." Vlad grinned. They sit down as he explains, "I'm not sure what your stomach can handle at the moment, so I got quite a few things_ here."

Vlad looks up to see Bruce stuffing his mouth with crab cakes smothered in strawberry jam along with chocolate syrup meant for the ice cream, covering a pickle. Bruce freezes a moment in the middle of his third bite. He rips off his piece, chews and swallows quickly before a lopsided grin morphs on his face, "Sorry, I didn't realize how hungry I was." And whips his mouth with a nearby napkin.

Vlad fails to conceal a large smile and his body slightly shakes from laughter, "It can't be helped. I'm sure the little one was quite peckish." He reaches over and rubs the still flat stomach, though he can just make out a slight roundness to the surface. "It won't be long when he'll be kicking."

"Oh, God. He's gonna kick my liver in two, isn't he?" He laughs heartily before staring down at his stomach, "I hope he'll be an Alpha." He offhandedly says while getting himself something to drink with Vlad assisting him.

"Speaking from past knowledge?"

"I was an angel when I was little." Bruce defended before he admitted with a devious smirk "But after puberty, it's like I became the son of the Devil himself. Alfred came close to taking out the shotgun just to get me to behave on several occasions." He chuckled lightly. "What about you? Did you cause any trouble?"

"Oh, completely. I remember chasing the farmer of our town's chickens all around the plains almost every day in my youth, up until the farmer got a rooster. That creature is far more fearsome than any guard dog, would've ripped my legs to shreds if I didn't run like my feet were on fire." Both getting a nice laugh at that. "I'm glad those viscous things stay put on the ground. Unlike the bat. Now there's a creature that has elegance and enigma to them, deserving of their flight. Always misconceptions giving them bad reputations. After all, they disperse seeds, eat many dangerous insects and help pollinate plants. And on top of that are such beautiful specimens, don't you agree?"

Bruce looks out the starlit sky with thought, "Yes, they are. They do so much to help." his smile runs off with the sun as he looks over his wine glass having drops of grape juice left in it. "I can only try."

"What do you mean?"

"This... city. There's only so much I can do for it, but it's never enough. I can only put out some fires. While the rest of it burns."

"And yet, you continue."

"Because it's my home. My father and my mother's home. These people, they need someone to help them. It's children…" Bruce's tone grew serious and made Dracula himself fear the man before him, even if just for that moment. "No child will ever have to go through what I did. Not if I can help it." Bruce seems to snap out of whatever trance he put himself under and smiles more falsely than usual, "Sorry, I um,..."

"Have a strong devotion?"

"You can say that." He swirls his glass, the drops spinning around with.

"I'd like to see more of it."

Bruce looks up to those chilling blue eyes that stare through to his soul. His grin turns sad as he answers, "I'd like to show you." Frowning and turning away.

Vlad gets his attention by placing a light hand on his shoulder, "Perhaps another time, for now, let's speak of other things." Bruce gives a little simper.

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Alfred just got done washing the last dirty dish when he heard horses from the front of the house. He glances at the clock, 1:13 am. For once, the butler is glad at the late hour the man returns. Drying his hands, he presents himself to the front door where he sees Master Vlad assisting Master Bruce out while laughing to the Omega, "Nonsense, exploding toy cars?"

Master Bruce wrapped his hands around the Alpha's arm as Master Rominoff lead Master Wayne up to the doors like a complete gentleman. "I'm telling you, they made it tense and action pack on the show. I'll just have to show you the episode."

"Hm, The Gray Ghost, yes, I must see if this is true. As long as I watch it with you, of course." Master Vlad took the young Lord's hand and kissed the back of it, "Until then, I bid you sweet dreams, Bruce." Smiling, he turns almost as dramatically as Batman and jumps into the caléche. The Master of Wayne Manor waves him farewell, Master Vlad waves back. The coachman whips the horses and they race down the path to vanish behind the woods.

"Enjoyed ourselves, did we, sir?" Alfred forming his British smirked.

Master Bruce gives a… genuine smile? "It was sweet, he was…" he looks at his father figure, "Something, for sure."

"A good something?"

"Yeah." He admits walking into his home in bliss.

"And here I was beginning to think you enjoy the company of criminals." The good butler thinks out loud while locking the door behind him.

Master Wayne's smile goes early before the night, "Speaking of which, we still have to find the Penguin, and these Lost Ones… It's odd, how few are now disappearing compared to just a week ago when almost dozens were disappearing by the night."

"Odd indeed, sir. Perhaps they're running out of space in whatever hideout they're being kept in?" Alfred suggests, getting the young master's coat.

"I don't know. I don't know anything except whoever, or whatever took them is suffering from some sort of blood transmittable disease. One that its very cells burn under sunlight, but also regenerates beyond normal humans. Not to mention the real kicker, none of the cells are dying on their own. That should be impossible." Master Bruce begins pacing around the hall, staring accusingly at the carpet.

"Have you told Master Kent of your discoveries thus far, sir."

The young Lord halts in his walk and shakes his head, "Kent, I completely forgot! I'll have to give him my report tomorrow night during-"

"Your bedtime, sir." The butler slams the cupboard door as much as a proper butler could, but makes no difference to the young Master, making him jump at the sound. "You are running into week four now, Master Bruce. You need to put the Batman on mandatory leave."

Master Wayne pleads with the man that raised him, "Alfred, I still have time. I'm barely showing and I'm not physically fighting anyone! The Lost Ones are still out there, the police haven't found nearly enough clues, and Penguin is still on the loose!.. In fact, has been almost as long as… " The Batman turns and stomps straight to the grandfather in the study. "He might not be the mastermind behind these disappearances, but with the timelines, something tells me they'll line up too perfectly."

He followed the young master down into the cave, where his fingers were already dancing across the keys, "Just as I thought! It's exactly the same night. And the computer's done searching through all the street surveillance of that night. Last seen running on foot to Gotham's Cemartairy. Where the first missing person was last seen as well, that can't be a coincidence."

"Sir, it's late already. Shouldn't this wait until tomorrow night?"

"My stomach is already smoothing out, Alfred. I'm running out of time." Bee-lining for the Batsuit.

The old butlers sighs, "Whatever shall I do with you, Master Bruce."

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Dracula looks out of his window as his minion controls the horses to their destination. Raising his hand to the glass, gliding his fingers across the divider, leaving four long clean slashes through the clouded glass. In the dark of his caléche, he admires the city lights holding off the dark sky above, even if it does nothing to stop creatures like him. Pondering what Cobblepot told him of Gotham's playboy and comparing that with what he's seen tonight. It was like meeting a whole new man, someone with the will to dominate all that stand in his way. But, was gone as quickly as he came, becoming the nitwit that was known to all. It wasn't like before, though. He gave less of his façade and the smallest bit of the fiery man he met for a brief moment.

He wondered what Bruce had to hide, what he meant when he said 'he'd like to show him' was there a reason why he couldn't? Did he not trust Vlad? Does he not trust anyone? A mystery the king of vampires very much wanted to solve. He sighs, bringing his cloak tightly around himself as they continued on. He could hear the howling of wolves around them, wishing for the Vampire to give them notice. But he simply closed his eyes as they made their way to the tomb. A few blocks from the gates of Gotham's Cemartairy and only one block from the catacomb's entrance, the carriage suddenly stops. Jolted from his light rest, Vlad exist the caléche to sternly look at the undead driving it. The creature growls and glares at the crooked ominous gates of his grave site, just up ahead. It takes all but a second for Vlad to catch the scent. Someone… at least two someones in his territory. Unwise, whoever these intruders be. Narrowing his eyes before becoming as the shadows themselves, closing in to better see these foolish mortals without being spotted himself. Hiding behind, up in a tree's branches he sees a new guard looking like he's about to die on the scene. Following the graveyard shift's line of sight, he see him. At least, the Batman is before him, crouched over on one of the gravestones littering the grounds. But before he can do anything, a red beam is on the man's gauntlet, seconds later he's covered by dozens of them. Dracula then sees the army of heavily armed men with strange weapons pointing at the Batman. Not saying a word, Batman leaps out of the way and the soldiers open Hell's fire on him.

The man dressed as a bat fleas past buildings, almost flying between them, with the cops hot on his trail. It's moments of running before Batman crashes into one building's window. The police charge in after him. Dracula wastes no time infiltrating the premises, hiding within the darkness spying on the Bat. He watches as he runs to hide behind a pillar just as the fuze gets to their floor, Dracula smirks.

A SWAT guy is looking with his little light when he's picked up into the air by long, sharp claws and vanishes. Same with the second and third SWAT men. The fourth is pulled to the side straight into the dark. The next one, a Shadow grabs his head and takes him behind a pillar bathed in pitch black. Dracula spots Batman jump behind some crates, then run up some stairs. A split team of three makes their way down the Batman's way, take one to the shadows, take two to the shadows. The third looks behind himself to see his men gone, turning back around to freeze at a fairly normal looking man in crimson robes, only hanging upside down. Stares at him for two seconds. A grisly face morphs in an instant as he leaps onto the man.

A light shines on the cowled man. He whips around in time to evade the hail fire of bullets aimed to kill. As the remaining SWAT team runs up the flight of stairs after him, one by one, Dracula rushes at them and they go missing into the dark until there's all but two left. They shoot up at Batman's retreating form. Another array of bullets shoot up at the open door on the rooftop. They never had a chance.

After a moment of the Dark Knight waiting next to the rooftop's door, one of the guns is thrown through the door and clanks to the cement. First, Batman peaks inside. Then goes just in the door frame to see another gun left by its lonesome on the steps below. The caped man looks to the first gun again in puzzlement. As the moon shines it's borrowed light onto the roofs of Gotham, Batman sees his shadow be swallowed up by an overwhelming one. Bruce twists around to be face to face with- Vlad?

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The wind howls their capes to the west as they stand their ground, "So the folk tales are true. There is another Bat in Gotham."

Batman steps out of Vlad's shadow, seeing the glints of razor sharp fangs starving for him. In his mind, the pieces fall into place: the disappearances, shadows of a large bat, a transmittable disease through the blood itself that regenerates incredibly fast but burns under sunlight, and cells that don't die. Vlad Rominoff.

"Count Dracula, I presume." He guesses.

The creature he almost trusted, smirks at him, "A legend you are apparently intimate with."

"Don't flatter yourself."

"We cast kindred shadows. Have you not seen the news?" He asked as he glided down the sloped roof.

The batman kept his distance, "I don't harm people."

"You have no concept of the harm of which I am capable. If only because I really hate to waste a life when it can be spent in servitude to me."

"Life or living death."

"To become vampire, is to heightened all of one's senses. To attain speed, strength, and immortality." Bruce unsheathes his glowing batarangs, rushes and lunges at the ancient one. Dracula stands there, waiting for him. Then, in a blink of an eye, doges the slash aimed at him. Batman does not relent, he continues to swipe at the creature with each move he makes. In an almost mocking gesture, the vampire doesn't even retaliate, simply doges his attacks with lighting speeds, as if he wanted to amuse the Bat. But as Batman struggles to cut at Dracula's head, one missed strike goes right under the vampire's nose. The Dark One, almost slows down time itself, sniffs the metal as it passes him. "Dripping with garlic." He dashes his hand to send the Bat flying into the bricks behind him. Stop. His claw, having half the strength intended behind it now, rams right on the Bat logo and sends him into the blocks behind, but not enough to crush it or the man himself. "I shall most certainly stay clear of those." Acting as if his entire being wasn't shaking from… something.
Batman then whips out more batarangs and hurls dozens at the vampire. Dracula ducks and side steps them until he jumps high above and lands gracefully on the slightly taller building next to theirs. Batman glares at Dracula, he in turn, smirks at the mortal. Batman races over the sloped roof and fires a rope at the monster's feet. The vampire leaps away, and as soon as Batman lands, he jumps after the immortal. Dracula flies to the next roof, Batman follows. And over the rooftops of Gotham, Batman chases after Vlad as he hops from roof to roof with dignity as the other strains behind. Vlad smirks behind at the dark figure, "If I didn't know any better, Batman, I'd say we were at the end of a glorious Hunt." He calls out behind himself. The Batman, oddly enough, makes a growl that drips with loathing.
Deciding to humor the Bat once more, Dracula stops and waits a few moments for a punch coming at him. He whips back, the mortal throws another punch his way and he jumps out of its path. Giving him a little something, he rushes behind and the man backflips out of his way. Oh, a kick now. The vampire effortlessly glides back. A round flying kick, vlad ducks. Batman lungs at him, he slides behind the caped crusader. As the man turns to face him, Dracula grabs the top of his head, and-Stop!-and shoves him to the ground, but not as hard as he wanted to. The mortal, given a second thanks to the hesitation, brings up his arms and holds them out over his stomach, saving it from the impact of the hard ground instead of his head. Odd indeed, "Try as you may, you cannot out bat me." He tells him, as he tries to understand his instincts and what they are doing, as well as the Bat's own thought process.

Batman tosses a dozen smoke bombs. In case they too are laced with garlic, Dracula vaults to the architecture behind then surges to the one across the street. Batman shoots another grappling hook straight at the blood sucker, Vlad glides smoothly out of its path and it sticks into a barrier. Batman sweeps in for him. Dracula, drifts over and cuts the wire, making Batman fall-STOP!- What the Hell are they-

Batman hand throws a rope with a batarang attached to the end. It wraps around a gargoyle and stabs itself secure. He swings and the Undead swipes the cord. Batman plummets into a neon sign, shattering straight through it and to the hard concrete- CATCH! -Vlad swoops down and grabs hold of the Batman's arm before he has time to think, and as lightly as possible, lets go to have him slide to the alleyway's floor and into a construction's brick with a thud. Groaning, Batman turns slightly to see Vlad descending sideways down a building's wall, walking towards him, "Join me, Batman." The Bat flips his body enough to face the monstrosity that lands before him, once again under the creature's shadow. "Join my legion of the undead." He asks with a hungry grin.

Using the wall as leverage, Batman picks himself up, "Not interested."

Dracula grabs Batman's cape and- halts him midair… the call of the siren. That blood. It couldn't be. He brings the body closer to his own as Batman claws at his hands to no avail. A small scrape on Batman's shoulder, Dracula laps at the blood oozing from it sealing the wound but he got enough to know. His eyes turn wide as he looks up at his prisoner, "You are... Bruce Wayne?"

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The Omega freezes in his grasp. They stare at each other, neither one willing to make the first move. Bruce manages to even his breathing. Vlad's attention solely on the aristocrat he's currently holding in the air. Then Bruce doubles his struggle from before to escape the vampire's clutch. Vlad, not wanting the Omega to get hurt anymore tonight, glares into Bruce's blinders with mesmerizing red eyes. Bruce pauses in his efforts as a spell washes over his very soul, slacking in the vampire's hold. Vlad sets black boots to the ground, his eyes then flash to Bruce's midsection in panic. Sighing in relief at the beating heart behind gray cloth. But, as he continues staring, a frown pinches at what he sees. "How's that-" the thought is broken like the dawn, spotting the light from the sun inching its way up the road ahead. Hissing, he picks up the Omega like his late bride before and runs to where the Batmobile would've been left. Sure enough, he reaches the graveyard's edge with some time to spare, as the sun tries to peek between the buildings upon them. Looking down at the wide eyed man, he demands hastily, "Open it!"

Bruce tilts his head to the vehicle, "Open." And the hood lifts up for them.

Vlad carefully places Bruce inside and then gives him one more order, "Go safely home, do not remember me from after you've put on the mask, and do not come out as Batman again until the pregnancy is over." And kisses the pointy eared head, letting Bruce carry out what he desired. The car roars to life as the hood falls back into place, and drives its passenger home. Looking at the sun quickly, Dracula jumps to the highest point in the cemartairy, away enough from the crosses, and watches with heightened sight as the car rides through the city and into the countryside where it vanishes.

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Bruce's eyes focus to a leather steering wheel and a giant T Rex under a jagged cave ceiling. Pain slowly grows through his whole body, and Bruce clutches his side. He hears raised voices echoing in the caverns, "- just vanished, Alfred!"

"I'm notting seeing him on the security feeds, but he has to be somewhere." The Batman climbs out of his car with shaking arms and legs.

"Maybe he's in a vault, or has his muffler on! Did he take it with him?" He limps his way to the fireman's pole.

"I don't believe so, Master Kent." He lets the contraption carry him steadily up.

"He has to be somewhere! I'll go and do another sweep of the city, see if I missed any-"

"Alfred?"

"Bruce!"

"Oh, Dear!" The butler and Superman rush to the Bat's side, catching his falling body. Alfred holds his sergeant son close to himself while Clark looks the Dark Knight over with a growing panic behind the 'S.'