Cold Sweat || Chapter 1
Author: @idonotlovethiscity
Genre: AU (Crossverse with Nolanverse), Dark, Action, Drama, Fluff
Summary: James Wesley has made deals with some dangerous thugs before. This time he’s taking his employers business outside of Hell’s Kitchen and over to Gotham, where a deranged Doctor has promised them something to take care of their masked man.
Warnings: None for this chapter
Chapters: 2 || 3 || 4 || 5
“Just call when you get there.” Francis frowned, handing a gun to James. The dark haired man smiled before fixing his glasses.
“It’s Gotham. Not Hell. I can manage just fine.” James sighed. He took the gun and hid it in his jacket. “The man we’re doing business with is a Doctor. Or so he dubbed himself. He used to be the head of the asylum. Then their “masked man” took him down.”
“Then why do we trust him to help us with ours?” Francis snapped. James stopped, thinking that over for a moment.
“Our employer wishes for his help. If he can help us, we’ll take it. I’ve heard his drug makes Gao’s look like rainbow sprinkles.” James fixed his hair and headed out the door with Francis in tow. The blond opened the car door for him James climbed in.
“You’re not hoping for a taste, are you? I thought you were working on rehabilitating?” Francis frowned, his voice tight with worry.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. I’m fine. I’m not going to ask some nut job for any drugs.” James tried to ignore the look his friend gave him before they climbed into the driver’s seat. “I’ll land in about three hours’ time. I’ll contact you and our employer as soon as I do.”
“It’s just…” Francis began as he pulled out into traffic. “I’ve heard stories about Gotham. It’s as bad as Hell’s Kitchen—maybe worse. They’ve got hundreds of mad men there. Their asylum is notorious for the whack jobs there. I’ve heard even some of the best people there eventually get a few screws loose. There’s a rumor going around that a man dresses as a large bat and takes down…well people like us.”
“That’s why we have guns, Francis, don’t be a dunce.” James rolled his eyes.
“Guns don’t work on him, Jim.” Francis shook his head as he headed to the private jet. “Please don’t—”
“Francis, if you’re going to blubber like a moron. I’m rolling out into traffic.” James waved him off. There was silence for a moment, all but the sounds of cars around them. “I’ll be fine. I promise.” James spoke softly.
“I can’t lose you.” Francis spoke in almost a whisper. James looked over at him, frowning.
“Francis?”
“Nothing, sir.” Francis spoke up his voice breaking a bit. He pulled the car up to the jet and was about to get out when he felt James grab his arm.
“I promise. I’ll come back. Francis—” The car door opened as he tried to find words to say. He looked over to see Fisk. “Sir.” He felt his neck grow warm out of embarrassment. He quickly got out.
“Wesley, this business can be quite troublesome. I don’t completely trust Crane.” Fisk frowned as James fixed his suit as they walked toward the jet. He dared a glance back at Francis who was climbing out of the car.
“I can handle it. If I can deal with the dream team, I can manage one man.” James smirked as Fisk nodded. “I’ll be back in no time. I can’t leave my best friend to sulk for too long, can I?” He smiled. Fisk returned it before James walked up the stairs to the jet entrance. “Francis is more than capable of keeping things in order until I get back.” He turned when he reached the top, stealing a glance to the blond man in the back. Francis gave a nod, his eyes focused on the floor rather than on James.
“Safe travels, my friend.” Fisk spoke, his brows knitting. James gave him a nod and went in the jet as stewardess closed it behind him.
The flight wasn’t bad, just not the smoothest. James ignored the turbulence as he tried to focus on the file Fisk and him had obtained on their new partner. Dr. Jonathan Crane, better known as the Scarecrow. ‘Great, a man who uses an alias, just as theatrical as much as the rest.’ James groaned. He was young, graduated college early and managed to get a job in psychology back at the same college he graduated. He was later removed from the staff for reasons James could only guess was because of his ill intentions. He later worked as head at Arkham. It went downhill when he made some bad decisions with who was in his inner circle. Queue the “Batman.” As of the moment, as far as they were aware, Crane was admitted to his own asylum before escaping and running his drug cartel. James had to hand it to him. The young man knew how to make a name for himself.










