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Even his damn name was fake.
It made perfect sense since he was an angel and would probably have some fancy name, but it hadn’t occurred to him until that very moment. Every step they took in finding out who he really was destroyed another piece of his identity and confused him.
Was there anything in his life that was real?
Kevin sat back down on the bed, facing away from Percy. “I picked my name from a fucking cartoon. None of my lame ass friends knew Batman well enough to ever put it together.” He sighed. “If I ever even had any real friends…”
Percy reached over to cradle both sides of Kevin’s face, urging him to look at him. “First of all, peaches, you clearly had terrible friends with poor taste. Second of all, so what? You needed an identity and you latched on to something that may have brought you comfort when you needed it most.”
Kevin reluctantly met Percy’s eyes, his own hot with the threat of tears. “I mean… I really do fucking love Batman.” He laughed a little. “So do you apparently.”
“Me?” Percy scoffed. “I suppose it’s all right…” He cleared his throat. “Kevin Conroy’s performance was pure perfection and humanized the character in a way never before or since captured by any other actor. I do favor Michael Keaton’s theatrical performances, although I am willing to give that Pattinson fellow a try.”
“Wow.” Kevin couldn’t help but smile, and his heart felt light. “You’re, like, really gay for Batman.” He stood up to steal a kiss from Percy’s lips before he could argue.
Percy allowed himself to be silenced, but he started speaking as soon as Kevin pulled away. “I’m gay for a lot of things. The vision of you in black rubber is particularly striking. You be my Batman and I’ll be your Boy Wonder, peaches.”
Kevin’s smile grew. “Oh, hell yeah. Costumes? I’m in! We throw a great Halloween party at Ripley’s.” He could already imagine Percy in tight spandex, and it was very tempting to drag him right back in the bed.
“I’ll pretend like I don’t care about the state of the floor.” Percy paused. “And the bar. And the stools…”
“All right, princess.” Kevin held Percy close and leaned his forehead against Percy’s for a moment. “Let’s go. Got another day of fun ahead of us!”
“Oh goody.”
After checking out of the hotel room and stopping to top off the truck, Kevin and Percy got back on the road. Percy probably would not have described the long day of driving as fun, but Kevin had a blast. He liked Percy’s company even when he was complaining, the warmth of his hand on Kevin’s thigh, and of course, their rambunctious singalongs whenever the right song happened to pop up on shuffle.
Percy took control of Kevin’s phone, and they belted their way through Cher’s entireMamma Miacover album as they zoomed along the interstate into Illinois. Guided by Kevin’s warm fuzzies, they found their way into Chicago. Kevin had thought Percy would appreciate the H.H. Holmes castle, but it was only an empty lot. Percy’s foul mood was eased, however, with a slice of Chicago style pizza from Lou Malnati’s, and then they headed on into Iowa.
If angels didn’t need to sleep, Kevin’s body certainly hadn’t gotten the message. They stopped in a hotel just past the state line and enjoyed another athletic round of filthy sex before crashing for the night. They continued westward the next day, stopping again for gas, snacks, and to visit various attractions along the way.
Calling Percydadand asking him to play catch at the Field of Dreams in Dyersville, Iowa, was probably Kevin’s favorite moment of the trip thus far. Capturing the annoyed expression on Percy’s face with his phone was priceless, especially when Kevin tried to convince him that his wings might be out in the corn.
Percy was not amused.
The warm fuzzies took them past one bridge of Madison County before they spent the night in a little motel outside Omaha, Nebraska. Percy fucked Kevin until he almost passed out, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Kevin dreamed about the beach again, but there were also a lot of random corn stalks this time, and he blamed the endless fields they’d been driving through. He really hoped to never see corn again, but the following day brought even more of it.
As boring as it was, Kevin would gladly take endless acres of corn over seeing Sebastian. There hadn’t been any sign of him or any other demon hunter people since they’d fled Corby’s. Percy was confident they’d lost them thanks to his spells and extra large cups of coffee, and Kevin tried not to worry.
They’d only been back on the road for a few hours, but Kevin was restless. The warmth in his chest was pulling harder than ever, so he knew they were going the right way. Still, the urge to get out and stretch his legs was nagging him. He was dying to get out of the truck for a little while, and he gasped when he saw a big sign up ahead:
The World’s Largest Ball of Twine
“I’ll be damned.” Kevin laughed. “Percy! It’s real! Look!”
Percy had been munching on some gummy octopuses, and he stared at the sign. “By Satan’s prickly pubic hair, are you serious?”
“You bet your prickly pubes!” Kevin cackled, slapping the steering wheel excitedly.
Percy made a face. “You’re planning to stop, aren’t you? You just can’t resist the siren’s call of that kitschy trap.”
“Hell yeah, we’re stopping! Are you crazy?” Kevin grinned. “We’re definitely going. And oh, I’m definitely getting a magnet.”
“If you really feel we must… I suppose it will be a tolerable experience.”
“I think you mean an amazing experience.” Kevin nudged Percy’s side, bouncing in his seat. “How big do you think it is?”
“Judging by the size of the headache I have right now just thinking about it, I imagine quite large.”
