O'Malley

O'Malley's was a humble place generally reserved for the GCPD. With the cops littered everywhere, the two ladies needed to switch to their civilian outfits. Everything was casual and amicable at first. The bartender was kind and understanding and suggested their professional opinion on what to get, while Aaron offered to pay. He wasn't a heavy drinker but the people around him constantly used it as relief and in the rare time he joined them he found himself half-agreeing. He thought he could do the same for Riko and Izzy and be that anchor of support.

Ten minutes in and Aaron came to understand that the young ladies were wholly unequipped to drink in heavy amounts. They ordered bottle after bottle without any regard to their health or the cost, very much reminiscent of college students thinking they were invincible and drinking away their sorrows, which was exactly what they were. College students. Aaron assumed that with vigilantism they would possess a higher level of maturity and life experience. He assumed they would be like him, cautious and careful and measured.

Nope.

"Maybe the squirt was right. Maybe we aren't cut out for this shit," Izzy muttered. Aaron swiped a few glances, making sure nobody was listening. The squirt whom she was referring to, who hampered her confidence, was none other than Damian Wayne, the current Robin. He was cranky yet powerful, someone whose words carried great weight despite his youth.

"I even had Xander fucking Pearls hit us up with powers." Riko went high, then down low. "Fuck…all that for nothing. Couldn't even beat Duke."

Cops loitered the shop yet none of them paid a modicum of attention to them. They likely chalked up the girls as sputtering nonsense. The talks of women overdosing on **** and making grand delusions. That was fine by Aaron. It was better than getting caught. Regardless, he didn't want to stick around for the inevitable questioning. Their cheeks flushed and weights feeling like a sack of potatoes, Aaron dragged them into a taxi. The night sky was upon them and he didn't want to risk falling into the shadows of the streets. The safest method of transportation was by car.

He told the driver his address and off they went. He couldn't drop them off at their homes because he had no idea where they lived while a motel would just be improper.

"I hope those girls are alright," the driver said, looking at him through his mirror. "Are you dropping them home?"

"We live together," Aaron lied, wanting to avoid suspicion. "They're my cousins."

'I'm pasty white and they're clearly not but Gotham is a semi-diverse place so hopefully the driver doesn't grow suspicious…'

"Ohh, I see." The driver relaxed. That was good. If he had grown overly suspicious and called the police, then their whole operation could have been blown. This was why it was vital to remain anonymous, to constantly keep his cool. While some folk, like the driver, were decent and well-meaning people, most of Gotham wasn't. They were mean, manipulative, and unforgiving.

Unexpectedly, the ride went smoothly. No traffic or robbery in sight. Perfect. He relaxed and allowed the female heaps to cuddle up to him. His apartment soon came into view. He thought it was over.

The faux Robins nearly slipped and fell as he swiped them inside but otherwise the two ladies were fine. Very lively and talkative, for sure, but fine.

"Woo!" Izzy's arm was draped over his shoulder, her breath of **** aimed at his lips. "I can't believe we made it! Thanks for helping us, amigo."

A soft laugh came from Riko who was skipping beside him. "It was quite an adventure. Gracias for your assistance, my friend."

'Why is the Japanese girl speaking Spanish? Whatever. I don't care and obviously neither does anyone else.'

They danced up the elevator and continued to make slurred comments. Aaron should have expected something to happen. He really, really should have, especially when he felt a hand paw at his waist. Unfortunately, even he was feeling the effects of the ethanol and his deductive mind was deeply hampered as a result. He chalked up the cuddling and clumsy tugs to his belt as coincidence rather than lust or desire.

"Finally." Aaron searched for his keys and hurriedly opened the door.

He dropped the lagging girls on his bed, left to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and when he returned…

"Aaron~♡!"

….he was pounced on like a piece of meat.