Disclaimer: Kenshin does not own the Yuu Yuu Hakusho characters or The Batman (they are the property of Togashi Yoshihiro and Bob Kane/DC), and does not make any money from said characters.
What Kenshin does own, however, are all the original characters
in this work, such as Father Brian and 'N.' Any attempt to "borrow" these characters will be met with the katana, or worse.
The events in Idiot Beloved take place shortly after the Dark Tournament; Firebird Sweet directly follows that timeline. For reference, I use a combination of the subtitled YYH anime and the American manga, plus some of the CD dramas.
This particular tale takes place about a year after the events in Are You Loathsome Tonight...and the 'Batman' we see here is a combination of 'Batman: The Animated Series' and one or two other sources, including the earliest Detective Comics.
Title: Trade Secret: Prologue
Genre: Action/Adventure, Humor
Summary: When an old friend asks Hiei to take an assignment at odds with his secret dread, Hiei balks at the fence.
A/N: Thanks for reading this, and I appreciate your reviews!
Dark Knight-meet Flying Shadow
Trade Secret (a Yuu Yuu Hakusho/Batman crossover: Prologue)
"No," said Hiei.
Ah, well, thought Father Brian McCormick. It's to be expected.
The carpet was soft and deep, and pale, milky light streamed in from the tall bank of windows opposite Father Brian's chair. But sure and these Agency offices are just the thing of a glorious September morn, he mused.
A pity it is that we are all four of us gathered under such unhappy circumstances.
Mr. Narita Shun (whom everyone called 'N') and Father Brian comprised two of the quartet. Hiei, the third. And though Father Brian knew full well the reason for Hiei's refusal, he kept his mouth shut.
Not so N.
A distinguished, portly gentleman, and head of the Agency's Tokyo branch, N was trying to persuade Hiei. Alas, thought Father Brian. The lad won't persuade. No, you need a different tactic with that one. Maybe pleading.
Just now, N assumed an expression of long-suffering, because Hiei was saying to him, "Is this a matter of national security?"
"It is not," admitted N.
"Has it caused Godzilla to rampage through the streets?"
"It has not."
Hiei folded his arms. "Then which of the two syllables making up 'N-O' has escaped your understanding?"
Seated at his black lacquer desk, N tried to stare Hiei down. Father Brian knew this also was an exercise in futility.
Yoshikawa Industries was the name on this suite of offices, situated in a Shibuya district hi-rise. That was merely a front. The firm dealt not in electronics, but espionage.
Sometimes, the Agency had a hand in wrangling the inevitable youkai who decided a life of crime in the human world was their calling. The existence of such creatures was not generally known, even to some of the agents. But it was known to Hiei.
N pinched the bridge of his nose, while Hiei glowered at all and sundry, including Father Brian.
To the untrained eye, here was a good-looking lad in his middle twenties, with bristling black hair, keen crimson gaze, and a build for swift combat.
Except that Hiei wasn't exactly human.
For one, humans didn't come equipped with a third eye, for all that Hiei's Jagan was an implant and hidden behind his white headband.
On permanent duty in Tokyo by way of Boston, Father Brian had watched Hiei grow over these last few years from a sullen loner with a sense of honor, to a sullen loner with a sense of honor and a bulging caseload.
Give the boy credit. He griped, but always got his man. And there is far more to the heart, human or youkai, than presents itself on the surface.
No doubt Hiei's interior life was as surprising and varied as anyone else's, while the house of his spirit contained a nobility that he himself would vehemently deny.
Ah, the dear little pissant.
Father Brian shifted his attention to the fourth person in the office: a tall man, caped and costumed, a mystery wrapped in an enigma, apparently absorbed in studying the view of Tokyo.
Hiei turned an almost comically-wounded gaze on Father Brian. "Aren't you always telling me I have the right to refuse any of your so-called assignments?"
Father Brian played his trump card. "Ah, sure an' I got nothin' t' do with this one, lad."
"Then why are you here?" Hiei demanded.
"Me? I just wanted to meet The Batman." Father Brian waved a hand. And in between the time that he turned toward the Caped Crusader and the time he turned back, Hiei had gone.
Disappeared. Vanished. Exited in an eyeblink.
Not so much as a doorknob had clicked, not a curtain had stirred. Father Brian chuckled, shaking his head in fond exasperation. The lad could move like greased lightning itself when so inclined.
N sighed. The Batman grumbled in disgust.
But Father Brian settled deeper into the easy chair. "Oh, he'll be back," Father Brian assured them. "Count on it."
(To be continued: What sort of job could be hellish enough to make Hiei bolt?)