[Co-written by GorgingGeorge]

[Ship: Happy [Harl x Tippy]]

[NSFW?: No]

It was 1987, and Michel Parada was walking home from his job as a window washer. His business had been skyrocketing as of late since more and more skyscrapers were being built. This was fantastic for the man, especially since he'd need some more money because his wife, Tracy, was pregnant with his son. He felt like nothing could ruin his good mood. That was, until, headlights were quickly approaching him. 

Before he could even think to move, Michel was hit by the front of the car, killing him instantly. "Oh, shit we hit someone!" The driver said, quickly getting out of the car to see if the now-dead window cleaner was alive, which he wasn't. "M-Mr. Fendrich, What do I do-"

"What you do is hand me the wallet and anything else he has on him. He may be dead but I'm pretty sure he has some money on him." Fendrich said, getting out of the car to look at who he hit. "Isn't this the guy I hired to clean my windows? He didn't do a good job anyway..." He said, kneeling over the body, yanking out the dead man's wallet, finding a photo and around 45 dollars. "Tsk... doesn't even have that much... Hold on."

Flipping the photo over, he saw an old picture of the window cleaner and a woman. "Whoa, check out this chick~ I might have to swing by her place after hiding the body."

Meanwhile, Tracy was home, sitting on the couch waiting for her husband to return. "Where is he? He's usually here by 7:30 PM, and it's almost 9:00 PM. Though I guess that new building he went to wash was pretty tall... Did something happen to him?" She thought aloud before a loud knock was heard on the door. She slowly stood up and opened it, coming face to face with Fendrich.

"Oh, aren't you the richest man in the city, Mr. Fendrich?" She asked, she didn't expect such a big and important businessman to stop by a doorwoman's house.

"I have some terrible news, I'm afraid your husband died on his way home. It was horrible, his harness snapped when he was cleaning my windows, and he fell from a nasty height. He was buried right away, I'm terribly sorry for your loss." The millionaire informed as he was fake mourning. "His funeral will be held tomorrow morning."

"Michel... No, he couldn't be.."

"I'm afraid it's true, it was a terrible sight to see. The pavement was a pain to clean up too, but that's beside the point."

Tracy was at a loss for words, being the only woman in the Doorman's Society meant she didn't get as high a salary as the men. She often had to rely on her husband to have enough to support them both, and with their baby boy on the way they would need more money than ever. "What can I do? My poor Michel... He would never get to see his son."

Fendrich managed to get a better look at Tracy up close, he knew she would be the perfect trophy wife. "Well, I could allow you to stay at Fendrich Tower, if you're short on cash I'd be happy to oblige."

"I... I don't know."

"I insist! After all, I take it you don't make a lot in your usual job."

"Well... It doesn't... But wouldn't a pregnant woman be a burden for you to be around?"

"Nonsense, I'm more than willing to let a lovely woman like yourself stay with me." Fendrich stated, "Besides, I wouldn't want such a beautiful woman like you to be alone, especially after a loss, it wouldn't be safe for you or the baby." He stated, using the emotional turmoil in Tracy's head to manipulate her. "Well... I suppose I should for the time being, or until my baby is born."

"Fantastic! Now then, I'll help you to the car and get your belongings." Fendrich said. He was only faking this kindness, obviously. He didn't give a damn about her or her baby, he just wanted that sweet body of hers after the baby was born.

After a few months, the two got married, since Fendrich convinced her that her child would be a bastard if birthed from an unmarried woman. And soon, a few weeks after the wedding, the baby was born.

"We'll name him Tippy, by the look in his eyes I know he'll be a lovely doorman just like his mother." Tracy cooed, gently rocking her baby boy in her lap. "Isn't he wonderful?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, he's a cute one." Fendrich remarked. He had to fake affection now that he was a stepfather and it was getting hard to keep up the act. During the marriage, he'd shower Tracy with gifts and continuously tell her how beautiful she was, but now that all her focus was on her son he was getting pretty grouchy.

"Well since he'll soon be weaning off breast milk, how about we take a little date in the fanciest restaurant in the city? My treat."

"That does sound lovely, but I need to be here for Tippy. I've never left him alone ever, he needs me."

"But I want this to be just the two of us, I could ask my many maids to look after the little guy until we get back."

However, Tracy wouldn't be swayed. "I'm not letting him out of my sight, our son means the world to me. Not to mention we don't know how long we might be out for, it'd break my heart hearing him sob because he thought I was gone forever."

Fendrich tried to think of an argument back but knew it would be futile. It's clear his trophy wife was more interested in raising her son than being impressed by how rich he was. "Oh alright, he can come with us. Just make sure he behaves himself."

Tracy was beaming when she heard that answer, Tippy bounced happily in his mother's lap in response. "He likes that idea too, just look at how adorable he is bouncing away."

"Erm yes, he is cute."

Once the family was settled at a table, Tippy cried, wanting to be fed. "Oh is my baby hungry?" Tracy cooed, picking up the infant before lowering her top to breastfeed, before a loud 'Ahem' from Fendrich.

Tracy looked at him. "Is there a problem?"

"There is. I know that your- Our baby needs to eat but do you really need to do it in public?" Fendrich asked.

"Well, Rachel, he's still breastfeeding and he isn't weaning yet. I thought that it could be a quick thing." Tracy stated, still letting Tippy get to suck her breast. "Well, yeah but you're just letting your boobs out for everyone to see. I haven't even got to see them!"

Tracy just looked at him. "What are you talking about? Tippy is covering it."

The two adults went back and forth before Tippy stopped sucking on his mother's nip and started crying from the argument. "Great, you made Tippy upset."

"Me? You're the one denying me of peace of mind and-"

Without another word, Tracy stood up and started walking off with Tippy. "Wha- Where are you going?!"

"I'm going home, obviously..." The doorwoman stated coldly before walking to the door and being caught holding the door open for a small group of people before going back to the tower.

"I can't believe this! How could she embarrass me in front of everyone?!" The multibillionaire grumbled, hiding his face in his hands once he realized all eyes were on them. "I wasted my money on some bitch who'd choose some baby over me?!" He thought, leaving a check on the table for the confused waiter at the scene.

Back at the tower, Tracy remained with her baby until he finally calmed, rocking him back and forth in her arms and rubbing his back. "There we go, you like your room better don't you Tippy?"

He nodded, giggling softly as he laid back. "I'm so sorry your father and I had that fit, he should know you need to eat too. After all, you haven't got one tooth in yet and I refuse to buy you those formulas." She cooed, placing him in his crib. "There we are, you're such a darling."

She was still surprised at how he acted earlier, especially with how caring her second husband seemed to be long before Tippy was even born. "What could have changed him so badly? Did he not want a son?" She thought, staying with her son until he was sound asleep. "I'll have to have a talk with him once he gets back."

She didn't see him all night, but the next morning was when things went from bad to worse. The front page was a picture of their argument with the headline "Rich tycoon, R.E Fendrich squabbles over breastfeeding".

Tracy sighed, her reputation wouldn't be ruined since she's just a doorwoman, but she feared how her current husband would react to this news. Then, walking to Tippy's room to wake him up for the day, she heard the door slam open.

"Tracy!"

"Yes, Rachel-"

"Don't 'Yes, Rachel' me, woman, you embarrassed me last night! And you made me look bad in the papers!" the multibillionaire screamed at her. "You have only yourself to blame for tha-"

Before Tracy could continue, she was stuck in the face with the back of Fendrich's hand. "Don't you dare speak to me like that! I was the one who took you in after your first husband's death! I'M the one who took care of you when you were pregnant with your fucking baby!! You should be begging on your knees to please me!!!" He continued to scream at her.

Tracy was getting close to her breaking point. "If you're so tired of me, then why don't I just leave with Tippy then..." She sneered slightly as she rubbed her slapped cheek.

Fendrich realized something. "Well, you can't. I'd bribe the judges into not giving us a divorce, and if you try to leave with him, I'll say that you went crazy and stole our child, even though he isn't even mine. So you better shape up, and deal with it." He said before hearing Tippy crying. "Looks like your baby's crying, better take care of him since you LOVE him so much. I'm going to work."

Once Fendrich left, Trucy started crying silently before going to Tippy's room and picking up her crying baby. "Shh, It's okay Tippy, it's okay..." She softly whispered, trying not to break down.

She didn't know what to do in this situation, especially as she can't find a way out of this relationship. "Even if I could, my job won't be enough to support you." She mumbled to Tippy, not letting go of him. "I'll need his financial support, but I refuse to put up with any more of his abuse."

It was a decision she never wanted to make, but she knew it was the only way to ensure her son will at least have a good life. She never wanted to leave him, it hurt her just thinking about it. "Mama will need to go away for a while, but I promise I will be back for you. This system is corrupt, if we ever get a new mayor I hope they will help me get off of this.."

"M... Mama?" A small voice piped up, pawing at her shirt. It was Tippy, he was looking up at her with wide eyes. He didn't know what was going on, but he had a feeling it had something to do with his stepfather. He babbled some more as he continued to stare, never taking his eyes off hers.

"Oh, Tippy... I don't want this either, but you'll never survive out there. I wish I could take you with me... If I could I never would have agreed to marry that monster. You'll be safe with his earnings, but I need to leave." She said sadly, gathering her things. "I'm sorry."

She winced as she heard her baby's cries from his room, sadness swelling inside of her as she left. She didn't know where she was going but she knew she wouldn't be safe even in the city.

Once the day was over, Fendrich came home to see that Tracy was gone. "That bitch, I better call the cops for 'stealing' our kid-" He started before hearing the cries of the baby he didn't want. "She didn't take him with her? Guess she isn't as manipulatable as I thought...." He groaned to himself. "Ugh, now I have to get someone to take care of that kid."

He decided to get one of his maids to do it before going to bed. Not bothering to even look at Tippy for the first few years of his life.

Years went by and he started obsessing over doors since they gave him a strange feeling of comfort, the comfort he was lacking from his day-to-day life living with Fendrich, which made him want to be a doorman.

After all this time, Tippy had no idea who exactly birthed him, or who his actual father was. Only that his stepfather was housing him because his mother left him behind, only leaving once he got a job as a doorman at the hotel his mother used to work at.

"There's just something warm about this place, it seems familiar somehow." He thought as he got into uniform. "Could this be where Mom was last? I feel her presence somehow... And my real father, what could have happened to him?"

He exited his room only to bump into someone. "Eep! Sorry sir. I guess I didn't watch where I was going." Tippy squeaked. "I don't think we've ever met but I've seen you always around the entire city helping out."

"It's what I do best, I'm the city's most helpful handyman after all. My name's Harl Hubbs, what's yours?"

"Oh I'm Tippy, I started working here today." He introduced, blushing slightly at the chubby man. "Um, do you come around here often?"

"Well I usually live near the junkyard, but it's under maintenance right now. So I'm spending a few days in a rented flat. How about you? A long line of doormen was pretty famous in the city, although there was one doorwoman and she vanished one day."

"Vanished... That would be my mother. I'm not sure what happened to her, but she disappeared sometime after I was born. My stepfather said it was because I wasn't planned, but he barely took care of me either."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Well, I'm sure you'll find it a lot better here, we've got an all-day hot breakfast buffet with all the waffles you can eat!" Harl exclaimed. "And I can show you around the city if you want."

"Oh um.. that would be nice Harl. Thank you."

"Okay, so, I'll pick you up after your shift, and then I can give you the tour!" Harl said before rushing out to his bike to ride around to search for people in need of help. Something about him made Tippy feel something, but he wasn't sure what that feeling was.

"Ah, it must be since I haven't made any friends for the majority of my life! Everyone always made fun of me for liking doors too much." He thought before heading to the front doors of the building and getting ready to hold it when people enter or exit.

He tried to suppress this feeling inside of him, being it was so overwhelming he couldn't ignore it. Luckily it didn't interfere with his job, honestly being accurate with his door-holding ability. And, shockingly for the first time in his life, he felt truly happy.

As people passed through the doors, they shared gossip with him, willingly or through talking to someone on the phone loudly for him to hear. Hearing about people's days whilst giving them a good evening or good morning, made him feel important.

Once his shift was over, at 7:13 pm, he saw Harl was back. "Oh, you remembered." Tippy stated.

"Of course I remembered!  Why would I forget something as important as showing you around the city?" Harl asked. "Anyway, hop on the back of my bike, also hold on to my waist, I wouldn't want you to get hurt from falling off a moving bicycle."

Tippy blushed as he held on, he didn't want to admit how nice it felt cuddling up against the soft body of the handyman. "Oh my, I never got to see this much of the city before. There's only so much you can see from a single skyscraper." He admitted.

"Over here is the city hall, I often come here whenever the mayor needs any work done with his building. And nearby is the police station, the fire station is just around the corner." Harl explained, going into plenty of detail with every location they went to.

"Wow, the entire city just seems so lively. I wish I could have seen all this before, it's my first time ever going out of the Fendrich Tower. I don't even know what goes on in the streets." Tippy admitted, blushing more the further they went. "And here's the junkyard, my little shop is set up inside. It's where I slept until Tread kinda trashed the place during his test run on that new car of his. No one got hurt but a ton of trash got scattered around."

"So I see. The only people I ever knew were my stepfather and his employees, and not even all of them."

Harl couldn't believe someone could have been that shut in before. "How about I take you to the local diner? My treat, I'll get us some pizza. As long as you're not lactose intolerant."

"Pizza hm? Fendrich only ever ate that expensive food like fish eggs and truffles, he said he won't accept anything less."

"What? Have you never had pizza before? Geez you really have been sheltered as a kid Huh..." Harl said before realizing something. "Wait, your dad is Fendrich?"

"No, he's my stepfather. And he didn't let me do normal things as a child, but I hope that me being law related to him doesn't change your opinion of me. I promise I'm not stuck up like he is." Tippy stated. "Why would I think you're stuck up? I mean this new knowledge doesn't suddenly change who you are to me." Harl chirped before feeling a pair of arms wrap around him. Tippy was hugging him.

"You're so nice to me Harl..." Tippy softly stated "Huh? Well, I'm just nice to everyone. After all, everybody deserves kindness." Harl said. "Now let's get some pizza."

Once at the diner, Tippy looked around, not used to eating in public.

"So, what hobbies do you have?" Harl asked, trying to start a conversation as they waited for the pizza to finish cooking. Tippy just looked at him. He didn't really have any hobbies besides enjoying doors. The closest thing he could say was that he enjoyed drawing doors.

"Oh, um, I enjoy drawing in my off time." Tippy stated so as to not seem weird.

"I like to draw too, and also write. But my main passion is building. I do it to help others, I've come from a long line of helpers for the city, every one dedicated to making sure everyone gets food on the table and some form of shelter." Harl replied. "Oh, hope you don't mind. I also ordered some fries. Helping out can really work up an appetite."

Tippy had never seen so much deep-fried food in his entire life, especially since Fendrich had him on a strict diet to keep him looking presentable for the press. "Oh my, this is so good! I don't think I've ever had anything this filling in my entire life. I feel so robbed not having this."

Harl smiled as his new friend stuffed himself full of fries, he didn't think anyone could love potatoes that much. "We could come by every day if you want, they also make some of the best milkshakes in the city."

"Milkshakes eh? They sound way better than those protein shakes my stepfather had me live off of for the past few weeks." Tippy chuckled, only to let out a loud burp once he was done. He blushed hard upon realizing what he had done. "Oh! Excuse me.."

"Heh, it's no problem. It means you really enjoyed the food. I bet it was nothing like you ever had before."

"Not at all, it's even better than what I once had."

The two continued to talk and eat. But then, somebody showed up. "Oh my god is that Tippy?"

Tippy paused, knowing that voice, or at least the tone of that voice. "Oh, it is! I saw you earlier at the Junkyard which was weird since you usually ain't the type to be digging in the trash."

It was Tread Octane. "Oh, hey Tread! What are you doing here?" Harl asked.

"Y'know came to refuel my bod. Then I turned my head and saw Tippy so I decided to see how he was."

"Wow, you know Tippy?"

"Sort of. We went to the same elementary school before His dad or stepdad or something pulled him out because he got bullied for the thing he did." Tread said. Tippy was hoping that it didn't come up again, internally praying that Tread forgot what he did.

"Oh? What did he do? It can't be that bad considering it being elementary." Tread just smirked before trying to say, giggling before he could get anything out. "Alright, so you know how doors have those thingies on them?"

"Handles?" Harl asked. "Yeah those he kissed one of them-"

Tippy, now embarrassed, stands up. "Well Harl, I'm glad you took me out for a tour of the city and for taking me out for dinner but I must be going." He stated, taking out his wallet and leaving around 50 dollars in five-dollar bills on the table. "This should cover the bill." He said before walking out.

Harl just looked at Tread. "Why did you do that?"

"What? It's a funny story, and it's not like he's going to tell you he kissed a door." Tread said, thinking that a child doing something like that is the funniest shit he remembers.

"Well it might be funny to you, but he thinks of it as something he doesn't want anyone to know about. I mean, you wouldn't want anyone to know about the time you got your mouth caught on a bike pump right?"

"Who knows about that?! Wait, oh. I guess I see what you mean. Where do you think he went?"

Harl finished off his pizza and got up, knowing he might be back at the apartment. "Poor Tippy, I hope he's not too hurt from remembering that."

Back in his room, Tippy was a blushing mess on his pillow. "I can't believe Tread told him that! Why would he do such a thing? Aside from speaking without thinking of what he's going to say first. Oh, what would Harl think of me now? I know he doesn't mind me being Fendrich's stepson but me kissing a door. He probably thinks I'm attracted to them with how much I've been talking about them.."

"Tippy? Are you in there?"

"Eep!! Oh... Hi Harl... Did you hear all that?"

The handyman slowly opened the door, sitting beside his embarrassed friend. "What Tread did was a pretty jerkish thing to do, but I made sure he won't do it again. I mean, I did some pretty embarrassing stuff too as a kid."

"Even more than kissing a handle?"

"Well, I did steal a wrench once and talked to it like it was a real human. I named him Wrenchy and even drew a face on him."

"I see, but that's a normal child thing to do-"

"I still talk to him sometimes, when I'm alone with no one to talk to." Harl stated. "I see... but that's nowhere near as embarrassing as kissing a door knob since I wasn't tall enough to kiss any other part of it, they were a comfort to me."

Harl stood there for a bit. "Doors are a comfort item for you?" He asked. "I... uh..." Tippy blushed more, even more embarrassed. "I shouldn't have said that." He thought as that thought repeated in his mind as Harl kept looking at him.

"I'll be right back," Harl said before swiftly getting out of the room. Tippy, not knowing if he's coming back, starts tearing up. "Dammit Tippy, this is why you can't make friends. Stop being weird and people would like you..." Tippy spoke to himself.

Since he assumed that Harl left him for the night, Tippy decided to just take a shower before bed. Afterward, he sat on his bed, wearing nothing but a towel just thinking about what happened.

However, Tippy was wrong, Harl did come back and had some sort of door shape plushy with him.

"It took a while to sew but I thought this could help cheer you up." He assured his new friend. "Oh, do you want me to give you some privacy?" Harl asked once he realized Tippy was dressed in nothing but a towel around his waist.

"Erm, I think I'll be alright. You made this door plush for me?"

"Well since you find comfort indoors I wanted to make you a door you can cuddle if you're ever down." The handyman smiled. "If you want I could make you a decorated doorknob too, you sound like you could use some comforting, a lot of it."

"I... I don't know what to say, no one's ever been this kind to me before. Thank you, you've done so much already to cheer me up. You really are a great friend." Although Tippy was thinking they could be something a bit more, he didn't say yet. He didn't want to rush things too much.

"Aw I just like to help out, it's what I do best after all." Harl replied, getting out Tippy's pajamas for him. "Here you go, I think I better get to sleep now. Want to meet up again tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'd like that. Goodnight Harl." The doorman smiled as his new friend left. "Oh my, I was completely nude in front of him. I better get changed."

Once clothed, Tippy lay restlessly on his bed. Not being able to sleep, mainly from thinking about Harl and his kindness. He never thought anyone would ever show him genuine kindness, let alone after finding out that his stepfather was the richest man in the city.

"Gah, stop thinking about him like that! He's probably just as nice to everyone else!" He thought to himself, annoyed that he let himself become such a hopeless romantic over a guy he just met. Hell, he honestly didn't want to be more than friends since if Fendrich found out he'd probably hire hitmen to kill him.

With an exasperated groan, Tippy sat up, his brain not slowing these thoughts. He looked at the plushy that the handyman made him, looking at the stitching. It was shockingly perfect, similar to an actual professionally produced one.

"My, he's incredibly talented." He noted before holding the plush close to him.

"He's done so much for me, I suppose it's only right that I do something for him in return. Of course, it's strictly platonic, it's what friends do, right?" He continued. "He's always really busy on that bike of his, I could customize a helmet to his liking."

As he continued to think of what to do, Harl was sound asleep a couple of rooms over. Although he was also thinking about Tippy in much the same way, he was a blushing mess just thinking about being near him while he was nude. Once it was time for work, the two were still thinking of each other.

"Six thirty, won't be long until my shift is up. I wonder where Harl is, I haven't seen him all day." Tippy thought. Although he was still blushing away at the thought. As he continued with his thoughts, he didn't notice a black limo pass by.

In the limo was Fendrich, who just happened to be in the area when he saw Tippy being a blushing mess. "What's he all excited for? Driver, pull over. I need to see what happens." The billionaire stated as he looked through the tinted windows.

Tippy, unaware of his stepfather's presence, smiled softly, doing his duty, opening the front door, and the occasional car door. "My, you're looking flushed, got a date tonight?" A woman asked as she left the building, noting the fact Tippy's blush was very noticeable. "Oh, well, I guess I do. Have a nice evening." He said. It was sort of like a date but in a platonic and totally not romantic way. "Oh to be young and in love." The woman stated before leaving.

"What?! Tippy's actually dating somebody?! I bet he gets to see her boobs all the time!" Fendrich said, being a petty little bitch about it. He assumed his stepson would be dating a woman, but when Harl rode up on his bike, he was shocked and pissed.

"Hey Tippy!" Harl chirped, parking his bike out front before Tippy got on and held onto him close before they just rode around.

"He's gay?! Should have seen that with everything else he's done, now I don't even have his hot mom! All that work just to end up with an embarrassment of a stepson and a headline of myself looking like an idiot in front of the entire restaurant! Grr, well at least no one ever found out what happened to his real dad." He thought, growling mentally at the couple. "I'm going to have some choice words once he gets back from his little date."

"Umm, you sure about that boss? The new mayor passed a bill where something like that is considered a hate crime." One of his cronies asked.

"Oh please, it's not like anyone will find out!"

"But still, wouldn't it make you look bad?"

Fendrich grumbled but knew his henchmen were right. "But I will tell him to meet me at my tower, and be sure to bring in the old car." He grumbled.

Tippy however was blissfully unaware as he took another tour around the city with Harl. "Here's a little hangout I made myself. It's whenever I need some time for a recharge." The handyman explained. "You can come around here too if you ever have a bad day at work. No one else knows about this place."

"Oh my, it's a nice little alcove. I wouldn't mind spending a little time here right now, I've been... Umm.. Harl? Have you ever felt... Well... Umm..."

"Is something wrong, Tippy?"

"I don't know how to explain. Oh, do you think love, at first sight, is possible?"

"Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time." Harl joked. "Well, I've heard of it happening. Wait. Tippy? You have a crush on me?"

"I, um... Maybe... I don't know though... Wait, please don't hate me-"

"Hate you? Why would I hate someone I've got a crush on?" Harl asked, blushing. "Y...Do you have a crush on me as well? Hmm... I see... I would love to be with you but... What would my stepfather think? What if he kills me?"

"He can't kill you, it's a hate crime to kill people for being who they are." Harl tried reassuring his crush. It wasn't working though. Harl, wanting to help, decided to come up with a plan. "Okay, if you're worried he'll kill you, how about we just date in secret?"

"A...Are you sure that'll work?"

"Of course! Besides, I'll be with you so if he does do anything I'll be an eyewitness and avenge you for whatever he does."

Tippy just hugged the handyman close before smiling softly. His hopes were high now, the safety of being with someone who cared about him made him confident. "Now then... Um... do we kiss or what exactly do we do?" Tippy asked, not exactly experienced in relationships.

Harl blushed at the thought, gently placing a hand on his cheek. "A kiss sounds nice." He admitted, gently kissing his soft lips. "Wow, that feels nice."

Tippy blushed as he was kissed. "Your lips are so plush, they feel like soft pillows." He purred. "Wait, that sounds so awkward."

"I thought it was cute." Harl admitted, kissing him softly again. "Your lips are sweet, even more than the sweetest bite of fudge."

Tippy was blushing even harder than before, snuggling up against his new boyfriend. "You don't mind me cuddling up against you, right? I just find you so cuddly."

"Heh, you're welcome to cuddle me anytime." He giggled, stroking his soft locks. "Mm, love you."

"I... I love you too Harl."

After the two embraced, they decided to go back to the apartments, upon which Tippy held the door for Harl. "After you."

"Oh, thank you." Harl smiled and walked through the door before being followed by Tippy. "Though since you held the door open for me I guess I should walk you to your place."

"Well, I'm just doing my job. Though if you really want to walk me there, I wouldn't mind."

But something shocking was at Tippy's door. "A note?" The doorman stated as he took the taped paper off of his door. "Dear Tippy, please meet me in front of my tower at 8:30 pm exactly. Signed your stepfather, R.E Fendrich." He read it aloud. "Oh? What does your stepdad need you for?"

"I'm not sure. Though I can tell it isn't good..." Tippy responded before realizing that there was a limo earlier today and he started to piece things together.

"Oh god... He was here earlier. He must have caught us being together, he's always used so much homophobic language while I grew up. He once called the mayor the f-word." He realized. "If he saw us he.... He.."

Harl noticed that his boyfriend was hyperventilating, then he had an idea. "I'm in contact with the mayor, I could ask him to pass a law that makes sure people from the LGBTQ+ community never get hurt." He suggested. "I'm supposed to see him anyways about the heating anyways."

"You could do that?.. But what if my stepfather is already there and trying to convince him to make it illegal for gay people to even be together?" Tippy panicked, he was looking every which way in case he was being watched by Fendrich's goons.

"He wouldn't do that, the mayor is a good guy. And the fire chief is out as a lesbian too."

"She is?"

"Yeah! Anyway, I think if we get the mayor to help us, then that might work. However, that's tomorrow morning, so please be careful when you do your job. And make sure you don't go near the street, also don't go to your stepdad's tower." Harl explained thoroughly. "But what if he comes here or his goons?"

"Oh yeah... you can stay at my place if you'd feel safer there."

Once everything was arranged the two went through their day, with Harl going to city hall to fix the heating and convince the mayor to make homophobia illegal.

"Hold on, homophobia isn't already outlawed?" Mayor Fleck asked, before organizing his favorite pen.

"Well not outlawed, the only pro-LGBTQ+ law the old mayor made was making gay marriage slightly possible, and by marriage, he meant allowing gay people to move in together." Harl stated.

"I see... Thank you for bringing this to my attention. Now then, I have my work cut out for me, which is good because I like working." Fleck stated as he started to write a new law for the city against homophobia.

With the law in place, Tippy found himself feeling much more confident going outside without worrying about his stepfather's criminal empire going after him. However he still felt uneasy being alone in his apartment, so he stayed at the junkyard until he felt comfortable enough to sleep in his own bed.

Harl didn't mind at all, in fact, he was more than happy to share a room with his new boyfriend. "I'm sure you're not overstaying your welcome here. I always said you're welcome to stay as long as you need to, I'm always happy to help."

"That's nice of you Harl, but I do have to get back to my doorman duties tomorrow. Perhaps I'll get to meet my mother one day, as impossible as it sounds. But who knows?" Tippy smiled, kissing his cheek before leaving. As he walked down the street he bumped into someone else.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry, are you alright?" The doorman squeaked, helping up an old lady. "Here, let me get your things."

"I'm alright young man, but thank you for asking." She replied, softly smiling at Tippy.

"I don't think I've ever seen you around here before, I've met pretty much everyone in the city. As the doorman, I hear all and know all."

"You do? You must be a very good doorman, young man."

"Why thank you. Well, if new, I suppose I should learn your name." Tippy stated. "Oh, well I'm just visiting, I have my own doorperson job in another city but I'm Tracy, Tracy Dorman."

"Huh, interesting, my last name is also Dorman." Tippy said, not thinking that this woman could be his mother. The woman stood there a little bit. "Your first name wouldn't happen to be Tippy would it?" She asked. "Uh... Yes, it is. Is there anything you need me for?"

"T...Tippy? I know this may be hard to hear but... I'm your mother."

The doorman just looked at her, not saying anything for a bit to try and collect his thoughts. "You... You are, aren't you... Why are you back here? After all these years?" He asked

"I never should have married your stepfather." That was all she could say at the moment, it was clear she was hurting just thinking about Fendrich. "I should have taken you with me."

"Mom? Here, let me take you to my room." Tippy offered, helping her into his apartment. "What do you mean to take me with you? Did my stepfather threaten to do anything if you left him?"

Once Tracy was calm enough to speak, she explained everything. The death of his birth father, her relationship with the multi-billionaire, and his extortion of her. "He would have hurt you too, it was cowardly of me to leave you behind... But I wanted to make sure you had enough money."

It was a lot for the doorman to take in, he was furious at what his stepfather had done but also relieved his mother was alive. "How did my real father die?"

"From what Fendrich states he fell from the height of a skyscraper since he was a window washer. Though knowing him he was probably lying." Tracy said. "But there's no way of proving it..."

"Hold on, I actually was snooping around his office and he had keys to a vehicle not in his possession anymore, the keys to a car bought a day before my father's death, he wouldn't just get rid of a car... unless he... ran him over..."

Now, Tippy wasn't one to jump to conclusions. But at the same time, his father could have possibly been murdered without anyone either knowing since some rich asshole covered it up.

"Wait, Tippy, you can't just claim a man is a murderer, even though I wouldn't put it past him."

"You're right... I'm going to gather evidence then. Accounts from witnesses, video evidence, anything."

The doorman didn't want to waste any time, he was certain that car might have been involved in his father's death somehow, but he couldn't make his case unless he could find any witnesses. "Let's see now, he would have been close to the towers if he was on his way back from a job." He thought as he walked down the street.

"Hey there Tippy. Is something wrong? You look down."

Looking up, Tippy softly smiled as he saw Harl approached. "I just have a little problem, do you think you can help?"

"Of course! You know I'm always happy to help! What do you need help with?"

"It's something dark, but something I find important. Do you have any news articles about a window washer's death? Or something about Fendrich buying a Rolls Royce with a golden paint job?"

"Well, first you have to be more specific, there are a lot of window washers, but if you're referring to the time he allegedly sold his fancy car for charity the day after buying it then I'm assuming you mean Micheal Parada." Harl said. "Yes, he was my birth father, and I have a theory that Fendrich may have killed him. Also, how do you know about this?"

"Well, I find old newspapers and collect them, just in case something like this happens."

"But then, if he sold his car then why does he still have the key for it?"

"I said allegedly, so maybe he still has it?" Harl suggested. "If not, then maybe it's somewhere in the junkyard. Though it would take a while to sort through all of this."

"Well, technically I could easily break into his garage. But then again he'd probably kill me on site since I'd be 'breaking the law'. Maybe we could ask someone to assist... But not the police, they'd only interfere."

"Hmm, Tread might be able to help, he might be a himbo but he knows everything about cars. I'll call him up." The handyman suggested. "We'll need someone to distract Fendrich while we're searching, a fireworks show should keep his henchmen occupied."

So a plan was set, the trio would snatch the key to the garage and find the old car. "I can't believe he would do such a thing, despite how twisted that man is already." Tippy thought as he looked through all the cars, most of them were falling apart and some were missing their headlights.

One however had a large indent on the front and was hastily painted over, he knew this had to be the one. "The key matches, Harl can you scrape the new paint off?"

"Scraping the paint off could cause any blood to come off. He should use a paint stripper." Tread intervened. Not questioning why the mechanic knew this, Harl did so, revealing a large amount of dried blood where the dent was.

"Whoa, he must have hit something big, all this blood makes it look like a young horse or a really big dog."

"He hit a person. Now we have to be quick before anyone notices we're here." Tippy stated as he took several photographs. "Damn, you're dad's a murderer? That's crazy."

"Step-dad... and yes I'm assuming he is."

"Who are you calling a murderer?!" A voice screamed from the other side. "I was just looking for my pocket watch and I saw my own stepson trespassing on private property?!"

The doorman in question jumped, hiding behind his boyfriend. However, the other two men growled as they kept a hold of him. "Mr. Fendrich, you just ran over Michel Parada. You might have gotten away with it then, but you just got busted."

"Hey! It wasn't my fault he was in the middle of the road! My chauffeur's the murderer, he's the one who ran him over, not me!" Fendrich argued back, trying to make himself seem innocent. "Umm.. This isn't helping my case, is it?"

"So, you covered up a man's death and never gave him a proper burial. Then you emotionally manipulated my own mother into marrying you?"

"What can I say? She had a figure that wouldn't quit."

Tippy was about to lose it, the murderer of his father was just standing and talking about how he wanted to bone his mother. However, Harl was holding him back. "Tippy, you can't assault him, that's illegal! You'd be no better if you-"

"Heh, he can't but I sure can!" Tread said running up to the old multibillionaire and started going to town on him. Biting, scratching, punching, every sort of technique he knew for fighting he used.

"Tread what the heck you can't do that!" Harl said, still trying to hold back Tippy from releasing his anger on Fendrich as well. "I mean, he deserves it, doesn't he? He's a murderer and a misogynist!"

"Well, he is, but you can't just attack people! What if the police show up? You'll get arrested!"

"And that's something I can live with."

The old billionaire was covered in scratches and bruises once Tread was done, passed out from how much he was beaten up. "He ain't dead if that's what you're worried about. What do we do with him?" He laughed, getting off Fendrich. "I say bury him alive."

"What we should do is get the police involved and press charges. He might not be in jail for long, but at least he'll finally be punished for covering up a death." Harl insisted. "Tippy? You feeling okay?"

The doorman was at a loss for words, he couldn't believe one man could cause so much pain to an entire family. "He's going to get what's coming for him. If only I knew where my real father is buried."

Gently holding his boyfriend, Harl gave him a peck on the cheek. "We can find him, he won't be far from here. Michel will get a proper funeral."

"Th... Thank you Harl."

Once the body was found and the police got involved, mainly caused by the commotion of digging up a body, which was found at the scrap yard of all places, an autopsy was conducted on the mostly decomposed corpse.

"Dude this is wild! The bones show signs of fracture which were most similar to car crash incidents!" the oddly fresh and funky Police Chief stated as he helped with the autopsy. Once the evidence was compiled Fendrich was sentenced to 5 years to life in prison which, after a bit of haggling, was shortened to just 9 years.

"Harl... I just want to thank you for being so helpful over the past few days and months."

"Awe, don't worry about it! I-"

He was silenced by a kiss on the lips. "I know you say you just love to help, but you literally solved a murder case and sent Fendrich to Prison for 9 years." Tippy stated. "Now then, maybe we should get my father's bones cremated."

It was like a massive weight was lifted off the doorman's shoulders, he finally discovered what had happened to his birth father and reunited with his mother after so long. The man who caused so much pain to them all would be locked away, so no other families will be separated.

The cremation didn't last long, but it seemed like the entire city arrived to mourn for Michel Parada. His ashes were thrown into the ocean, Tippy and Tracy doing the honors of finally putting him to rest. "He's in a much better place now.. Mother? Do you think he's proud of me? Of what I have become?"

Tracy pulled her long-lost son into a bear hug, feeling some tears drip onto her shirt. "He would be very proud, despite living with that monster of a man, you managed to pull through. You've become a good doorman, just like me." She cooed. "He's looking down right now, smiling at you."

Tippy sniffled, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He managed to let out a sad smile. "Yeah, he is. I know he is."