(Many thanks to @ask-lockup!)

Lyle stood out on the driveway, holding his hoodie close to himself. It was Christmas, neither of his parents were picking up the phone, and he had no idea where he was. He was absolutely terrified but refused to admit it, waiting for Eduardo to show up. Flamingo rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to work out why the fuck he was helping a young Lyle. It certainly wasn’t empathy or mercy, yet he still found himself driving to meet Lyle. Upon spotting him he’d casually park his bike and walk over. “Hey, kid.” He greeted, trying not to loom over him too much despite the fact he was almost a solid foot taller than him. Lyle stared at him, taking in Flamingo’s appearance. “Are you Eduardo?” He asked, trying to put on a brave act, glaring at the man. Flamingo chuckled quietly before nodding slowly. He didn’t move too quickly, realising that Lyle was probably very on edge. “Yeah, that’s me. Ya can call me Flam though. You’re Lyle right?” He asked, forcing himself to keep his extravagant nature to a minimum. Lyle looked him up and down warily before nodding. “Flam? Okay... so where the hell are we going? And why the fuck are you helping me?” He demanded. Flamingo held up two fingers. “One, first of all somewhere a bit fucking calmer, so we can try work out what to do. Secondly because I was nearby. Might as well.” He said bluntly.

Lyle nodded again. “Yeah... I guess” he muttered. “So how the hell are we supposed to get to... wherever you were gonna take me?” He asked. Flamingo glanced over at his bike before grinning, flashing his fangs. “Only a short drive. Nobody will notice. It’ll be fun.” He said excitedly, suddenly way more on board with this. “I’ll even buy ya food.” Lyle took a step back at the fangs. “Hey! You- what the hell?! What’s going on with your fucking teeth?!” He asked, now slightly more fearful. Flamingo slowly pushed down his glasses, keeping up the smile. “Oh, don’t worry about ‘em, kiddo.” He added with a wave of one clawed hand. “Do ya wanna get outta here or nah?” He asked. Lyle felt himself grow much more afraid at that but tried keeping on his tough guy act. “Fucking- tell me you asshole!” He shouted before glancing back at the bike. “...and fine, let’s just fucking go” He blurted. Flamingo crossed his arms, before chuckling quietly. “I just think they’re neat.” He said carelessly before getting back onto his bike, tapping behind him. “Get on, and hold on. It’ll only take ten minutes.” He added hastily. Lyle hesitated before climbing up onto the bike behind Flamingo. “What the hell am I supposed to hold on to?” He asked. Flamingo raised an eyebrow, before tapping his own waist. “Simple as. Really won’t be hard.” He shrugged before switching his bike back on. Lyle stared at him. “...you can’t be fucking serious” he deadpanned. Flamingo snickered quietly, pushing his shades up. “Well, you can just not hold onto anything.” he said dryly. “Oooor, there might be a bar you can cling to.” Lyle grimaced before grabbing onto Flamingo’s waist. “Fucking... if my parents finds out about this...” he muttered.

“Don’t worry kid, they won’t.” Eduardo added before suddenly driving off way, way too fast, heading to one of the main roads “Throw up on me and I shooot you~.” He purred, before focusing on the road. Lyle immediately clung to Flamingo with a death grip. “WHAT?! WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GOING SO FAST?!” He screamed, shutting his eyes tight. Flamingo just cackled, his driving careless and incredibly reckless. “Why not!!!” He cheered, speeding past a few red lights. McDonalds, was his location. Lyle was absolutely terrified, essentially hugging Flamingo from behind as tight as humanly possible. “STOP STOP STOP YOU’RE GONNA GET US KILLED!!! STOP IT- STOP!!!!!” He shouted again, absolutely petrified. Flamingo just sort of... ignored him, until they reached their thankfully close destination. He stopped abruptly, before parking. “Well that was fun.” He said quietly, brushing himself down. Lyle shook his head, eyes still shut tight and clinging to Flamingo with a death grip. “You- we- you could’ve gotten us killed! We could’ve died and- and I never woulda seen-“ He said, starting to cry. Flamingo stared at him for a moment. What. Why was he crying. He didn’t understand. “Hey, uh.. sorry kiddo. I’ll.. drive slower next time okay?” He said softly. He almost seemed sympathetic. “Come on. Let’s get ya some food.” Lyle nodded, wiping at his eyes. “Yeah...” he muttered, getting off of the bike and staring at the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Flamingo nodded, heading inside. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a fresh, crisp, $10. “Get whatever ya fancy.” He said before grabbing a table. “Uugh.” He complained. He really hated children. Lyle went up to the counter, ordering something small before bringing it back to the table. “So...” he began. Flamingo casually rested his arms on the table, trying to think of what to do with Lyle. “Uuugh, give me a second.. doing the thinky thing huurts” he whined. Lyle nodded and stared to eat. “The hell is going on with people? First they say I’m kidnapped, then they say I’m gonna be a fucking criminal when I grow up!” He asked, frustration bleeding through to fear. Flamingo looked up, with what could almost be seen as a sympathetic smile. “Do you want to be a fucking criminal?” He asked quietly, leaning forwards. Baby Lyle could be fun to torment Bolton with in the future. Lyle shook his head quickly. “Hell no! I’m gonna be a cop! I’m gonna help people and kick criminal ass! I’m gonna make sure all of Gotham is safe!” He said, clearly excited and almost happy for once. “I’m gonna be the best cop in the city- just you wait!” He nodded, listening to what he was saying. “Hey, uh.. good luck on that kiddo. Betcha gonna do reaaaal good at that.” Flamingo said cheerfully, trying to sound encouraging. “Ya wanna work for the GCPD then?” He asked. Lyle nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Just wait, I’m gonna be the best damn cop the GCPD ever seen!” Flamingo couldn’t help but grin. This was just too funny to him. “Aww, I’m sure you will be cupcake. Now, what was I doin again... helpin ya, right? Where is it you’re heading to?” He asked softly. Lyle paused, looking down at the table. “...I just wanna go home” he muttered. “5342 Skid Boulevard” Flamingo sighed, quietly. “Alright, kiddo. I’ll take ya home. If.. there’s nobody there though, do you wanna stay with me for a bit until your parents get home?” He asked. Lyle stared at him in confusion. “What? The hell do you mean? They’re gonna- mom is gonna be home!” He said adamantly. “But... fine. If no ones there, I’ll stick with you I guess”

Flamingo waved a hand. “Like if she’s gone out for a while or something.” He explained. Parents leave the house all the time, right? He rose back to his feet with a sigh, fluffing up his boa. “C’mon then.” Lyle got up after him, following him out. “Yeah, I guess...” Eduardo headed back to his bike, before climbing back on. “I’ll.. uh. Drive slower this time?” He said softly. Lyle hesitated before climbing on behind Flamingo, immediately holding on with a death grip. “You- you fucking better” he muttered. “...please?” Eduardo cackled, flashing those fangs once more, before driving off at a fast, yet relatively stable pace. “Oh don’t worry.” Lyle held on tight, squeezing his eyes shut once more. “Okay okay! Just- get me there and don’t kill us!” Flamingo laughed softly, heading off to where Lyle apparently lived. “Darling, my driving is the thing about me least likely to kill you. Well unless.. yeah, no. You’re safe with me.” He said jokingly.

They did not calm Lyle down at all. “What- what the hell do you mean?! Are you gonna kill me?!” He asked, suddenly very very afraid again. Flamingo shook his head, not responding for a few moments. “Nah, I ain’t gonna kill you. I wouldn’t be doing this if I wanted to kill you.” He said bluntly. Lyle paused to consider this before nodding. “Okay- okay fine!” Flamingo started glancing at the door numbers, trying to see if they were close. “Recognise where ya are, sugar?” He asked. Lyle pointed to a house on the left up ahead of them. “There! The yellow one with the- it’s got the dead flower bushes in front” Flamingo nodded, stopping by the door. He casually got off, leaning on his bike. “Go ahead. See if they’re in.”

Lyle hopped off the bike and ran to the front door, immediately beginning to knock. “Mom? MOM! It’s me- it’s Lyle! Mom I’m home! Let me in!” He shouted, beginning to grow panicked and knock faster at the lack of response. “Mom? Dad?! Hey- let me in! Please, I’m- it’s Lyle! I’m home!!!” He said, beginning to sound desperate. Flamingo smiled, throughly enjoying his panic, knowing Bolton couldn’t see him. Oh, he was gonna savour that for a while. “Maybe they’re out at the moment?” He called out. Lyle shook his head. “NO! No they- she has to be home!” He said, working himself into a panic. “MOM!!! MOM LET ME IN- PLEASE!” He shouted as he knocked more forcefully. Flamingo sighed before walking over. “You sure this is the right house?” He asked, carefully. “Spare key?” Lyle nodded. “It is! It has to be- it’s the right house, this is my house! And- and mom doesn’t leave a spare key because dad says it’ll just let people break in!” He said, starting to give up on knocking. Flamingo looked down at his feet, not really sure how to provide sympathy. “Ah. Well.. I guess you are locked out then. Unless- well, you want me to unlock the door a different way? Probably not. Maybe call out?” Lyle shook his head, trying not to cry again. Today has not been a good day for him at all. “No I- I just wanted to go home, I don’t wanna break in- dad will kill me!” He said weakly. “Let’s just... go to your place...”

((Much thanks to @ask-lockup for being Bolton!)

Sprinting down one of Gotham’s many alleyways, Flamingo would keep a keen eye on his current target, staying just out of eyeshot, but most certainly not earshot. Bolton.  Oh, he had been looking forwards for the perfect opportunity for a while- he had even dressed up fancily for the occasion. Barely stifling a laugh, he’d wait. Waiting to strike. Lyle walked down the street, glancing behind him occasionally. He decided to take a walk to try and clear his head, to take a break from planning. He glanced behind him one last time, thinking he had heard something. “The hell is there?” He muttered to himself, looking for some kind of weapon on the street

Flamingo would creep closer, the telltale tapping of his heels giving him away quite easily due to the quietness of the street. He stayed hidden though, waiting for a moment of vulnerability. Laughing quietly, he’d bring one of his knives out his pocket, hiding it between his fingers.Lyle quickly glanced around at the noise, picking up a pipe near a trashcan and holding it at the ready. “Whoever the hell you are, come out now and maybe I won’t hurt you” he said sternly, slowly walking towards the direction of the noise.

Flamingo would quickly back away, hiding a bit more out of sight, crouching down slightly. Shit, he almost gave himself away. “Heehee~!” Lyle frowned at that. “Show yourself, now!” He said angrily, slowly peering into the alley. That, was when Eduardo struck, quickly sprinting over and pouncing onto Bolton with an excited laugh. “Hiya Boltsy~!”  He’d call out, hoping to catch him off guard. Lyle stumbled back, shouting out in surprise. “HEY! What the- Flamingo?!” He shouted, swinging blindly with the pipe, trying to land a hit.

Flamingo would take the hit to his shoulder, wincing for a moment, the pain not seeming to bother him. Drawing the knife properly, he’d grin down at Bolton, licking his lips. “That’s me, baby~! Bet ya didn’t expect me, sweet stuff.” He purred, ready to attack again when he wanted to. “What the hell are YOU doing here?” Lyle asked angrily, eyeing the knife but getting ready to swing again. “And cut it out with the goddamn nicknames!”

in two weeks i'm going to a dagohir event without justin and it's gonna be big and fun and awesome

 azazels-child said: ilu2 ok i just he really was doing what he thought was right and the book explains it so much better like he was raised thinking that every criminal, even the smallest offender, must serve complete justice and it’s actually really sad

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