Timmy the Werewolf Stalker

For: zenithjolt

Tim looked through his binoculars, checking for signs of movement in the abandoned warehouse. He was in a difficult position, as he had to be close enough to see the warehouse, but far enough away that his target would not notice him. Given that he was tracking a werewolf with especially heightened senses, he had to be especially careful. Tim had been following this pack for weeks, and he was eager to bring them down. The pack was well known among other werewolf groups. Tim was sure that if he stopped them, he would earn enough of a reputation among the other werewolves to buy himself at least a month or so of peace, before the next pack moved in. There was another reason why he wanted to drive this pack out of Gotham. Their leader, Kon, was exceptionally strong and fast. He had remarkably heightened senses, even for a werewolf. That wasn't the worst part though. The worst part was that when Kon had a way of staring at Tim that was very...unsettling. Being stared at like he was food was not uncommon for Tim; after all, he did fight werewolves. However, when Kon stared at him, Tim got the feeling that Kon wanted to do something more. He almost found himself wanting to stop fighting, just to see what Kon would do to him if he won. Worse, lately Tim kept having dreams about Kon where the werewolf would start to seduce him. Unfortunately, Tim would wake up before things got really good.

It was getting difficult to face Kon in a fight and Tim was sure that the best possible solution was to drive him out of town as soon as possible. Kon had a tendency to ruin Tim's concentration, and even his mentor, Bruce had begun to notice. Tim certainly didn't want his advisor to know why he had been so distracted lately. Bruce was not always easy to deal with, even on his best days. Bruce was dedicated to their mission of defeating werewolves. Even to the point of insisting that Tim wear a special uniform and use technical gadgets to boost his natural abilities. Bruce had even taken the job as the principal of Tim's school in order to help with his training. Tim always got the feeling that Bruce had felt cheated that he was not born a Stalker, and secretly wished that he could do the job himself.

"So, seen anything furry yet," an amused voice murmured behind Tim. Tim jumped and then blushed. He hoped that his face was hidden enough that the vampire couldn't see his reaction. He wished that Dick was not so good at sneaking up on him.

"No, nothing yet," Tim replied. He could practically hear Bruce in his head telling him that he needed to practice more, so that vampires couldn't sneak up on him. He also wished that he could figure out what Dick was up to. As a vampire, Dick should be his enemy. He should go around attacking innocent victims, thus compelling Tim to vanquish him. Instead, Dick only attacked criminals, and he never killed any of them. He also spent a lot of time following Tim around and helping him to attack the werewolves. He was always very friendly, and he often offered Tim advice on supernatural creatures. Bruce, of course, did not trust Dick; he felt that all of the dark creatures were the same. He especially disliked it when Dick insisted on being called "Dick" instead of Richard. As Bruce put it, "who ever heard of a vampire named Dick?" Despite his warnings though, Tim could not bring himself to see Dick as an enemy.

"Huh," Dick mused. "I was sure that information about their meeting tonight was accurate. Mind if I wait with you for a while?"

"What, no vampire parties to attend?" Tim asked. He hoped he sounded nonchalant. The fact that Dick was incredibly handsome did have something to do with Tim's reluctance to see him as an enemy. With Dick and Kon around, it was a wonder Tim got any stalking done.

Several hours passed and no werewolves appeared. Tim was ready to head home. It was way too late for a pack of werewolves to start a meeting, they should all be preparing to transform back into human form. He got up and started to move his foot, which had fallen asleep. He was a little surprised, as Dick's information was usually accurate.

"Packing it in already?" Dick asked him.

"Yeah, it's too late for a meeting to start now. I might as well go home and get some extra sleep." Tim yawned and stretched. Then he heard a thud as something landed on the roof with him.

"What, were you waiting for me?" Kon walked out toward them. He had already transformed into his human form.

"As a matter of fact we were," Dick responded. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry, I had to transform first. It takes longer than you'd think. At least you managed to lure the Stalker here like we planned," Kon answered.

Tim was planning his method of attack when he processed their exchange. "Planned? You were working with him?!" He glared at Dick in surprise and outrage. Bruce was right! Dick couldn't be trusted! Tim wasn't sure if he could take on both Dick and Kon at the same time.

"I'm sorry Tim," Dick replied. "I was planning to wait until you were older before going after you. Then, Kon came to town and I could tell he had intentions toward you. I though about fighting him for it, but he suggested that we share. After thinking about it, I decided that he had the better plan."

Tim was only half listening to Dick's explanation. He was too busy trying to come up with a strategy, to really process what was said. He couldn't just run away, they were both too fast and would follow him easily. It was close to sunrise though. If he could lead them on a chase until then, Dick would have to leave to avoid the sunlight, and Tim was pretty sure he could lose Kon after that. Tim whirled around and leapt from the roof. Unfortunately, Dick must have anticipated this move. He grabbed Tim and pulled him back toward the roof. Tim found himself held upright, facing Kon, with Dick holding him tightly from behind.

"Not so fast there, stalker-boy," Kon purred as he sauntered over. "The party is just getting started." Tim braced himself for a punch, but instead he felt Ken's hand caressing his face. He opened his eyes in surprise, just in time to see Kon's face coming closer and closer as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Don't worry Timmy," Dick murmured in his ear. "We won't hurt you. Not unless you ask us to."

The combination of Dick's whispers in his ear and Kon's tongue sliding into his mouth was so distracting that Tim forgot he was supposed to be trying to get away. He lost track of time and didn't even notice that he'd lost his uniform top until he felt Dick's hands sliding down his chest. He did notice when Kon pulled away from his lips and began slowly kissing down his chest going lower and lower.

"Robin," Kon breathed. "Robin. Robin! ROBIN! Wake Up!"

Tim awoke with a start and found himself face to face with a very angry Superboy.

"How could you have fallen asleep during Wendy the Werewolf Stalker?! It's only the greatest show ever!"

Tim tuned out the rest of Superboy's rant, as remembered where he was. Young Justice had decided to have a Christmas party, and someone had given Kon a Wendy the Werewolf Stalker DVD. After a lot of pleading and harassing, they had all agreed to watch it with Kon. Tim must have fallen asleep during one of the episodes.

No one was looking at him oddly, and his erection was covered by a blanket, so Tim assumed that no one knew what he had been dreaming about. If Kon knew what kind of dream he was having, much less that Kon was in it, Tim was sure Kon would not still be raving about the wonders of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker. Tim let Kon rant for a while he conjured up a few gross and creepy mental images until his remaining arousal was under control. He tried of think of something else for everyone to watch next. Tim would be staying away for Wendy the Werewolf stalker for a while.