*******Everyone in this story is 18 and is fictional********
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The feeling of being caught had become so unfamiliar. The last time I was in a situation like this was back in High School when I and a friend were caught ditching class. We were given a warning and let go. Here, I was hoping the same would happen. I would hope that since Peter knew her, that she would be lenient on us. Then again, she was a cop and we did break into her apartment.
She lowered her gun and silently turned to me then back to Peter. Then she placed her hands on her hip and spoke, "Peter, what is going on?"
I remained silent. I figured if I spoke I would make things worse. Peter sighed and then spoke, "Look, Leslie, the reason we are..."
"You mean broke into my house," he interrupted.
"Okay," He said defeated, "Me and The Hood over here broke into your house because we need those documents you have on Zucco."
She took a step back before answering. Wondering if she should lie or tell us the truth. She chewed on her lip for a bit before speaking, "Those documents won't work."
"No, but they will help us get him in prison."
"How? Two vigilantes? Anything you provide is inadmissible in court."
"True," Peter began, "But we can set him for a sting. We just need to find out a bit more. Plus, you know he has a child ring."
Her eyes widen, "Yes, it's why I would love to help you but..."
Peter approached her slowly and placed his hands on her shoulders. She slowly looked up at him. "Leslie, the Hood and I can do this. We have a few of his thug's cell phones tapped, but we need more. We need everything we can use. We need what you have."
She took one quick look at me before looking down at the ground. "Leslie, we will protect you," Peter assured her.
"Peter, it's already risky that you're here. My apartment is being watched by his thugs. They might have seen..."
He cut her off this time, "We came in by other means. Please, we need the documents."
She removed his hands off her shoulders and began to pace back and forth in her room. Occasionally, she would check the blinds on the window for Zucco's thugs. I remained silent, I didn't want to talk.
Unfortunately, I was going to be forced to talk as she approached me and looked at me. "So, Peter, you mentioned you had a boyfriend. Is this him?"
I turned to Peter who gave me a nod. "Yeah, the name is the Hood," I said slowly.
"I'm sure that's not the name on your birth certificate."
"Well, vigilantes have a moniker for a reason."
She glared at me which caused me to take a step back, "Look, don't get cute with me. If this shit goes south, I want your name!"
I sighed, "It's Ezra Danvers."
"Ezra Danvers," she repeated as if it were a celebrity's name. "Wait, your brother."
"Elton," I said softly.
"I'm sorry about your brother. I didn't know."
"It's okay. I just want to put him in prison. Where Zucco belongs."
Leslie took a step back and turned to Peter, "Alright, I'll give you the documents. But make sure he goes down."
"We will," Peter and I said in unison.
Leslie walked to the side of her bed, "Now, can you two strong men do me a favor and lift my bed?"
Peter and I nodded and both stood at the end of the bed. Together we lifted it and she immediately got on the floor. "Just a few more seconds," she said.
Holding up the bed wasn't an issue for Peter, but for me, my arm was still recovering so the bed was slipping a bit.
After a few seconds, she stood back up and we placed the bed back down. She had a yellow envelope in her arms. "Thank you. Here you go." Peter grabbed the package and placed it in his jacket.
"You have a safe down there," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but with Zucco's men watching my place. I needed a contingency."
"Smart," Peter said. He saw the concern on her face, "We will stop him."
"I hope you do because otherwise, I have no idea what we will do."
We thanked her and when we were about to leave her apartment, she told us something. "I want updates. Maybe we can meet somewhere for a catch-up?"
Peter suggested the roof of the police department.
"What are we, Batman and Robin?" I joked.
"Seriously, the men watching her wouldn't be able to get to the roof easily."
"He's right," she finally said, "Just tell me when and I will be up there."
"Do we get a Bat-signal?" I asked.
"Put Zucco away and we'll talk," She said.
When we got back to the apartment I quickly sent Elex a text telling him that we got some documents for him to look over. He had replied saying he would be coming over within the hour. The two of us patiently waited and when he arrived we handed him the documents. He began to go through them and said he would need a couple of days to go over everything. He said in the meantime relax, spend some time with each until something comes up.
So that is what we did. That night Peter stayed over, we didn't have sex instead we cuddled and watched some television.
The next day, the two of us woke up and did a quick work out session and then ate. While we ate, Peter told me about a private gym he owned for training. He recommended we go test it out. Thankfully my shoulder was doing much better so I said yes.
We finished eating then left for his gym.
The gym was located nearby in Little Tokyo. It was tucked in between two warehouse buildings. It was pretty secluded so I began to think it could be a great place for a hideout. Move out of that bar me and Elex had.
Peter closed the big door behind us and locked it. "What do you think?" he said.
"Looks pretty good. Is this your secret base?"
He shrugged, "Sure, you want to make it our secret base or something?"
"Maybe."
Peter laughed and said, "We'll see."
In the center of the room was a giant pad with wooden weapon racks surrounding it. He walked to the room to the left and I followed him. It was the locker room. The two of us began to change. He wore a black undershirt with black shorts while I wore the same but in white. We were both barefoot.
The two of us walked back out to the mat and did some stretching before standing back up. Peter walked to the nearest weapon rack which housed wooden swords, which turned out to be kendo sticks.
"Have you ever used a Kendo stick?"
"Nope, but because of Sandman, I've always wanted to learn."
Peter smiled at the reference, "Well, I watched Sandman growing up watching wrestling. He always used it wrong, but I figured that was intentional."
He grabbed one and handed it to me while taking another for himself. He stood across from me and held the weapon before him. He told me to take the same stance as him and then began to tell me a bit of the history behind Kendo swords and then how to use them. He spoke so passionately about it that I didn't want to interrupt him. He then noticed that he was starting to go off-topic and said, "Sorry, it's just..."
"No, don't worry about it. You're good at it."
He smiled, "Alright, let's fight."
The two began to fight and he kept getting a few hits on me. And I had never been hit by a kendo sword before but my god it hurts. After about five or six hits to my body from his sword, he stepped back and said, "Alright get a few free shots on me to make it fair."
"You don't hold back, but I won't take your charity."
Peter simply smiled and took his stance.
At this point, the two of us were sweating. Peter began to move slowly and I did the same, he came in for a swipe and I quickly countered it with my sword. We continued to dance with our swords and I was getting the hang of. I was able to stop all his attacks, but then I felt a pain in the side of my ribs as his kendo stick struck me there. I fell to one knee rubbing the area.
