#Lennybru

[helloblobbyblobfish]

The bat and the pencil

I have no excuse. Here is a batman x eraser.

Set after Batman #188, Lenny realizes he might want something else out of Bruce than cold meat...

(Note: This was written back in July 2021, but I completely forgot to put basically ANYTHING from my A03 on Tumblr: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32552764/chapters/80744317 . After Henry Branson a few weeks (or was it already over a month) ago, here is the first chapter of my crack pairing batman fic.

Enjoy.

Author’s note: Honestly, first time publishing a super-hero fanfic despite my love for VERY obscures characters. I might do something on the green knight someday... But here is something inspired by the last (at the time I am writing this chapter) Casually Comics episode: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dau7ihwtKuo

Sasha thought the fic was writing himself, and so did I! But expect some very sparce publishing. And some faults because I am not a native English speaker. Help me, Lenny Fiasco! I’m also writing a sequel to a story from the silver age but will use what I enjoy from more recent batman mythos additions

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Lenny Fiasco POV

“I get the message! It’s better to be a rubber... Than being a robber !”

I hear Bruce Wayne and his young protégé Dick Grayson closing the door. Good, Batman and Robin mustn’t know I know their secret. Or maybe they suspect it. In which case, I had to make sure my act was perfect. No flaw. As someone who spend a lifetime cleaning mistakes, I like to think there is none when I cover something, no matter what has to be clean!

I trained with actor to have the perfect lies, journalists to know perfect spelling, marksmen to have a flawless shoot... That last one I failed at against Bruce.

Still, I’m surprised he seemed to know nothing despite the fact he knew I recognize him thanks to his perfume... He must have thought I wouldn’t smell it in the heat of the action and from that far. But I perfected my senses. I knew he was changing behind the statue of Celia Smith—The Ice Queen!

And yet I said nothing... Even despite the fact it was my adversary’s mistakes, I felt the need to make sure it was covered... Than nobody else but me would know...

My reflections are interrupted by a tremor. All of a sudden, a giant liana rips my cell widow open! Behind the wall, Poison Ivy on a giant vine! I see there is a massive riot involving The Penguin, Echo, Spellbinder and Polka-Dot Man, amongst other. My “rescuer” asks: “So, you’re The Eraser? Want to help me out?” I smirk: “Absolutely, Miss Ivy! But we might need to stay to find my suit.” A smaller vine brings my costume inside my cell. “Nevermind, I’ll change quickly, and we can go. As a thank you, I’ll only ask 15% of your steals!”

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I am currently helping Miss Ivy- I always use codenames when I can, to make sure I can’t give away anything. Admittedly, her identity is already public knowledge, but it’s the professional thought that counts. What is un-professional is all those thought I have about Batman- and his perfume. Truly is a wonderful perfume he uses, combines with his natural smell... I can understand why I can recognize it, after all those years.

Oh, what a mess, I almost let some dirt under my shoe, it would have been terrible standing. But I realize I might have enjoyed his company a lot more when I was young... Bruce was so much nicer than Simon or his friend Elliot... I wonder what became of them? Maybe Batman put them behind bar despite their past friendships. We’re Gothamites, crime, violence and insanity are in our veins. Bruce simply decided to put his in service of the law to stop ours...

But back at my current work, I am cleaning an illegal plant traffic ring Miss Ivy destroyed. Of course, she will be suspected, there might have been a witness that escaped before I check if all of the crook were unable to incriminate her, and the location is oh so much her style to wreck, but I am doing what I paid to do and making sure nothing can lead to her current hideout.

But all those thought about Bruce Wayne-

“Miss Ivy?” “Yes, Mister Eraser?” “May I ask less in exchange for using your laboratory?” “You might not need a lesser pay. What is it you are planning?”

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12 hours later

Lenny Fiasco POV

My work is completed! The gas I am now hiding in a capsule inside my shoes has memory-wiping effects! Miss Ivy had no issue presuming it is a way to erase witness without wasting ammunitions, which I will acknowledge as a very useful side effect. But the real reason I thought of it is specifically to affect Batman!

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Matches Malone POV

I’m currently investigating the remnants of the racket web set up by Hampden Dennis, that I exposed as batman during a murder investigation. But for now, I am not having much luck finding the free members of the racket crew. But, wait a minute.

I need to go outside. I am seeing The Eraser, one of the criminals who escaped from prison last week! But what is that fiend doing here! His gimmick is hiding evidences! Is he meeting gangsters for a crime? I have to follow him!

Five minutes later, we are near the abandoned building Two-Face was using two weeks ago when planning the stealing of Gotham’s second bank! All of a sudden, The Eraser run towards my hiding place! “Hello, Batman, I can smell you, you know?!” He put his shoes up in the air. Oh, God! I need my bat-nose-plug! Too late, I’m falling into... what?

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??? POV

I awake to somebody, a young person... I think? Begging a man named Bruce to wake up. I’m... Who am I? I open my eyes, and close them because of the light. “Alfred, he is waking up! But his eyes hurt! The curtains, fast!” “At once, Master Dick!” Suddenly, I am far less hurt, but when I open my eyes, I have a bit of difficulty seeing, because everything is dark.

Somebody lights a candle. Once I finished adjusting my eyes, I see two people over me: An old man in a butler outfit-maybe he is one? And a young teen with dark hair and blue eyes. I have a bit of a hard time understanding what they say, there is a ringing in my ears who is really starting to get painful, but I think I am indeed Bruce. But I don’t want to get or give misconceptions. “Who am I? Whor are you?”

I see the two men reacting with a mix of despair and I think, worry?”

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Three days later:

Bruce Wayne POV

I’m annoyed. Because I don’t have my memories, I can’t fully understand all those contacts. Some of parents’ friends like Lucius Fox and Alfred are taking care of the most important things, but I am given deals of lesser importance to try to get back in the business, but I have difficulties understanding the finer print, and a kid I adopted is making sure I’m not missing stuff. It’s humiliating.

There is also the fact I am missing something. Richard and Alfred keep talking in whispers, looking at my office they refuse to let me enter for reasons they don’t want to spill. I also have an urge to punch something, to exercise regularly. I don’t understand. Nothing in what I read about me seems to indicate I have a history of fighting or that I am interested in gyms. I do some training when I’m sure nobody is watching, or else I feel I would be going insane.

Alfred enters the room: “Sir, the mail. Taxes, invitations to galas and a college classmate called Lenny Fiasco. The last one is currently imprisoned at Blackgate. I’m not sure I would recommend answering it, Sir.”

I snatch that Fiasco guy card first. For some reason, his name seemed almost as right as the one from the higher-up at Wayne Tech. For some reason, there are names I just find... Right. Like they are people I knew. But I’m kind of worried. Some of those names are the names of criminals... And The Batman. A so-called vigilante that is apparently missing... That makes me think.

“Did Dick get another call?” “Yes, Sir.” Alfred is stiff. There is a red telephone Dick receives messages from and he refuses to tell us what it’s about. But he always disappears after receiving one. I open the letter. That Fiasco guy want to catch up, and... “He wants to apologize for having attempted to kill me! How did I not learn of that!” Alfred is trying to remain his composure, but he seems shocked too. “I hadn’t been told there had been an attempt on your life, Sir. Please tell me you don’t plan on meeting him?!”

“I first need to learn anything about him, Alfred! Can I use the computer?” “Master Bruce” he says softly “it is your house! Of course, I can’t stop you!” I give a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder: “Thank you, Alfred. I need to know which criminal he is.”

Turns out there isn’t a lot. Apparently, Lenny started being an active crock two weeks ago only. The Eraser. I snort at the look. I’ve heard that we had cat, bat, crocodile, clown, dots and clay-themed mad-men in town, but this is a full pencil theme. PENCIL! And his deal is cleaning what other criminals do. Did I witness a crime and he tried to kill me? I have a dangerous though. And if, instead of killing me, he ended up erasing my memories and went too far?

We don’t know why I have no memory. The doctors found no concussion, only some small vestiges of gas in my lungs, that they weren’t able to analyze. I hide those suspicions from Alfred. He seemed to be in a panic that I was found in an alley, in my underwear to boot. I took 2 days to be found, and then another day to awake. But I need to go talk with that man. I also see a picture of Lenny Fiasco at his trial.

I see a man of average height, with slicked blond hair and brown eyes. He seems average, but to be fair. Everyone seems to look the same in Gotham. I would have no issue believing Dick is my biological son. And the only difference between Alfred and other butlers is that he is British.

I do find him attractive. And he strikes me as lonely, when I watch the picture. Could this man regret what he did? Perhaps.

Now, I need to speak with Fiasco, but I need protection. I think you can easily call for Batman and Robin, and it seems commissioner Gordon is one of my friends...

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Next day,

Lenny Fiasco POV

“Visit for Lenny Fiasco. Bruce Wayne and Robin!”

As I expected once I sent my letter. Bruce might not have even read my letter. Just by looking at my name on the computer, he should have found interesting things about me, and that he would invite Robin was obvious. Now, the question is, how much did Dick Grayson tell him?

I can say nothing with certitude when I see them walking towards my cell. Robin’s body language is one of discomfort, Bruce acts like the boy wonder is a mere bodyguard rather than a friend or, I don’t know, a surrogate son.

Well, I turned myself in for this scheme. The D.A is used to schemes, he put higher security, but I hacked the cameras before even turning me in. By pushing a button hidden in my shoes, I put a loop of edited footage. It will look like me and Bruce are having a cold exchange, while Robin keeps watch. No fool play involved.

As soon as the two are in front of my cell, I slam Robin against the bars of my cell. He is knocked out instantly. Bruce backs away. Touching the wall, he notices it seems hollow. I nod in his direction: “Go on, Bruce. It’s for you. Might trigger some memories. Don’t worry about me. I can’t touch you from here. I just wanted the bird out of the way to begin with. Nothing to fear from me anymore.”

Boy I am glad I was put in the row where nobody is located in except me for now. So many empty rows thanks to the recent evasion. And I was sincere in saying that I didn’t know where any other crook is. I told Miss Ivy to change hideout in case the Batman tried to interrogate me. He was knocked out since less than two hours at this point, she understood.

Managing to open the wall with his bare hands -what did he do as training, I do like how his muscle contract- I get to see how my adversary deal with shock in his current state of mind.

My plan is simple: I will become a confident of the batman as he is rebuilding himself. Like that, I will know how to deal with Bruce without killing him yet having a very successful career. That’s worst-case scenario. At best, I will make Batman my protector. I don’t know why I want Batman alive, but with this scheme, I will have nothing to fear from him.

And I see fear in his eyes, as he tries on a glove of his suit. I can’t help but snicker: “See, Bruce? It seems like you were kept out of a big secret. That your so-called “family and friends” where attempting to erase a part of your life, I could say. But face it, Wayne. YOU! ARE! THE! BATMAN!!!”

I cackle, like an idiot villain. But this seems like a piece of cake to guilt-trip this worried duck-face. Or is he a fruit bat, given how goofy it is?