Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick
Genres: AU, Historical, Mystery, Romance
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings (this chapter): None
General Summary: A series of daring robberies on Gotham City’s Gold Coast catches the attention of the Raven and the Nightingale.
Chapter Summary: Bruce and Dick enjoy a lazy, rainy afternoon.
Date Of Completion: February 25, 2015
Date Of Posting: October 26, 2015
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 580
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Submitted to my 2015 DCU Fic/Art Dick Grayson Diamond Anniversary Challenge. The entire series can be found here.
Like tears from Heaven,
Quiet and clean,
Cleansing the soul.
Sir Attwood Terrace
And Other Poems"
“I love you.”
Dick snuggled up to Bruce as rain pattered on the windows. His declaration of love warmed Bruce, if his smile was anything to go by.
“Mmm, I love making love in the early afternoon.” Dick stroked his lover’s bare stomach. “You are incredible.”
Bruce smirked. He stroked Dick’s hip as a gust of wind rattled the windows. “Nothing better in the afternoon.”
“Delicious.” Dick rubbed his foot over Bruce’s leg and shivered.
Bruce immediately pulled up the sheets and blanket. Dick pushed closer and they shared body warmth.
“The ocean is wild today,” Dick observed.
Dick laughed. “Always, my friend, always.” He looked at the windows. “No patrol tonight?”
Dick smirked. “Do you think the Gold Coast Burglar is gone for good?”
“Possibly. There haven’t been any robberies lately.”
“Except Ellery Townsend?”
“Maybe there was no robbery there.”
“So how did the Gold Coast Burglar gain possession of the brooch?”
Bruce gazed out the window. “Maybe it was a robbery interrupted and the thief only able to grab one piece. Or maybe he’s just a talented pickpocket.”
Dick yawned and listened to the sound of the rain drumming on the roof. Rain always put him to sleep. As he drifted off, an idea crossed his mind. He would attempt it tomorrow.
Bruce awoke, aware of Dick’s warm body in his arms. It was a pleasant feeling, to be sure. He was incredibly contented. Rainy weather suited him. As he listened to the sounds of the storm, his mind went over the robberies. Sometimes small details were simply that: the brooch might not have any significance at all, though somehow he did not quite believe that. He was missing something.
He relaxed as he listened to Dick’s even breathing beside him. He might be a ball of energy, but even Dick needed rest.
He remained in bed for another half hour, then carefully disentangled himself. Dick stirred slightly, then curled up against his pillow to sleep soundly. Bruce touched his hair and smiled fondly.
Slipping into his robe, he put on slippers and went downstairs. He opened the front door and smelled the damp earth as wet leaves fell from the trees and stuck in the mud. The sky was dark pewter as the rain fell in a steady drumbeat. It was a melancholy world, which Bruce would have identified with strongly once upon a time.
Maybe the missing piece is agitating me. The brooch…that brooch…
He sighed. He should just let it simmer for awhile. It would come to him.
He took in a breath of damp air and smiled. It would come to him. His work as the Raven was sharpening his intellectual skills.
He quietly closed the door. Bed sounded really good to him.
As he ascended the staircase, he thought about what costume to wear for the Townsend Halloween party. It would have to be clever, to be sure. Should it be thematically matching, as couples often did? Of course they couldn’t really do the couples thing, but there were acceptable pairings, like Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
Bruce smiled as he rested his hand on the master bedroom doorknob. That would be a good choice, indeed. He would keep it as a back-up, just in case.
Turning the doorknob, he entered the bedroom.