𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐍 ➤ 𝘀𝗽𝘆 𝘅 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗢

"SO, YOU'RE SAYING YOUR FIRST MOVE IN THIS MISSION IS TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE A CHILD IN ONE WEEK?" A man with neatly styled (h/c) hair, some stray strands rebelliously left out of place, glanced incredulously at the man beside him. His face twisted in disbelief, shocked by Twilight's new mission.

"Yeah, that's the plan. I need to get close to this man," Twilight muttered quietly, both of their gazes narrowing on a photograph of an elderly man, staring unblinkingly at the camera, his eyes intense enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.

The man in the photo was Donovan Desmond, the President of the National Unity Party. His very presence exuded danger, with an authority so powerful it threatened the fragile peace between East and West, even though he rarely appeared in public. To prevent a global crisis, Twilight, the chosen agent, was tasked with infiltrating his life, uncovering his subversive activities. And to make that happen, his first step was to get married and have a child.

(Y/n) Wayne couldn't focus on the newspaper before him. Twilight had, quite literally, spat his coffee on it in reaction to the absurdity of the mission. The idea of meeting some woman and producing a child in a week seemed ridiculous. There had to be another way to approach this.

"I heard there's an orphanage nearby," (Y/n) offered, adjusting his coat. "Best idea is for you to adopt a child. The owner's neglectful—too caught up in his addiction to alcohol—so pay close attention to the kids. One mistake and lives are on the line."

"Adopting one kid is enough," he added, noticing the attention they were attracting from fellow train passengers due to their impeccable appearances. "More kids, more responsibility."

"But what about a wife? You're a rich guy, but I doubt many women would be willing to sell their souls just for a night with you." (Y/n) smirked, eyes scanning the passengers, making sure Twilight saw the woman who couldn't stop staring at him.

"She's looking at you, dumbass," Twilight grumbled, frowning as he ripped the newspaper in half. "Why are you even here? Aren't you supposed to be the head of the Wayne Family? People are staring at you because they recognize you."

(Y/n) laughed softly, covering his mouth with a hand. "They won't approach me. I'm one of the top figures in society, after all. Besides, you might need my help on this mission."

"I can do it alone," Twilight snapped, adjusting his appearance and combing his hair back with his fingers. (Y/n) yawned, pretending not to care.

"By the way, since you're undercover now, what's your identity for this mission? 'Robert' isn't going to cut it anymore." (Y/n) recalled the time Twilight had posed as a man to get close to the Minister of Foreign Affairs' daughter.

Twilight stood up, straightening his suit as he answered coldly, "Loid Forger, a psychiatrist."