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Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (Shadow Of The Bat Arc) (19/35)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Shadow Of The Bat Arc) (19/35)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Ollie Queen, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The wealthy freeman Bruce Wayne acquires a highly-prized pleasure slave whom has fallen in love with him…but can the Prince of Gotham ever return that love? And will it all be moot as a weak abolitionist movement slowly gathers strength while the Galactic Empire remains in a perpetual state of Cold War? The entire series can be found here.
Categories: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): Mild ‘R’
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce struggles with his revelation from the night of the Halloween Harvest Ball.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): June 28, 2007
Date Of Posting: November 5, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1123
Feedback welcome and appreciated. 

Love denied.

 

Not fair!

He cried.

 

Love accepted.

 

No more tears,

No more fears.

 

Just joy.

 

Addie Cutler

“Drive-Through Thoughts

 And Other Poems”

2030 C.E.

 

XIX

 

THE MORNING AFTER

 

Bruce watched Clark sleep as dawn’s rays began to peek through the crack in the curtains.  His knees were drawn up, arms locked around them as he tried to rein in his thoughts.

 

He couldn’t love Clark.

 

The very thought of love scared him.  No one except Alfred had gotten close to him since….since his parents had died.  He’d slept with various women and men, but he’d carefully kept them at arms-length.

 

He couldn’t love Clark.

 

The Mission had to engage his full attention.  He couldn’t afford distractions.  His family had always taken care of Gotham.  He owed it to his parents, in more ways than one.

 

He couldn’t love Clark.

 

Masters weren’t supposed to fall in love with their slaves, pleasure slaves or not.  Public knowledge of such a state of affairs would bring ridicule down on his head, tarnishing the Wayne name.

 

He could hurt Clark in ways his slave couldn’t even imagine.

 

Bruce rubbed his forehead.  Luckily they had come home so late that Clark hadn’t questioned Bruce not wanting sex.  Bruce wasn’t certain how he could approach sex now.

 

This is ridiculous!

 

Love?  Absurd!  He had strong feelings of affection for Clark.  Last night’s Halloween ‘magic’ had simply heightened his reactions.  The night had been filled with romance at the Ball, and his feelings had jumbled when he’d caught Catwoman.

 

Relieved, he decided that he had misread the sudden surge of feelings.  He lightly touched Clark’s hair.

 

It was okay to feel affection for Clark.

 

He would protect him and make him happy, just as a good Master should.

 

& & & & & &

 

Bruce saw his guests off, Ollie staying to catch a later train.  His green eyes sparkled as the limousine disappeared down the driveway.

 

“So, how ‘bout that tour?”

 

Bruce felt a surge of pride.  Except for Alfred, no one had ever been down in the Batcave.

 

“Come along, then.  You, too, Clark.”

 

Blue eyes sparkled, and Clark eagerly followed Bruce and Ollie to the library.  The clock was opened, and down the stone steps they went, cool air sweeping up from below.

 

Ollie’s eyes grew wide as he stepped out into the Batcave.  Unlike Clark, it was his first trip here.

 

But Clark was still dazzled.  He had been forced to do a quick survey only on his first visit here, and then the Batman had returned.

 

Like a couple of teenaged boys, Clark and Ollie were drawn to the Batmobile.  Bruce smiled as he understood the attraction.

 

The sleek, gleaming Batmobile was a thing of beauty, indeed.  After a moment of hushed awe, Ollie began peppering Bruce with questions about the car. 

 

Bruce happily answered his questions.  When Clark looked at Bruce, his hand hovering over the car, Bruce nodded his permission.  Clark happily ran his hand over the sleek surface.

 

The tour moved from the car to the plane that rested in its hangar.

 

“Now that is impressive,” Ollie said. “So that pilot’s license turned out to be handy, eh?”

 

“Very.” Bruce looked at Ollie. “I take it you’re up on your lessons.”

 

“Absolutely.”

 

Clark ventured, “What’s it feel like, to pilot a plane?”

 

“Wonderful,” Ollie said. “It’s a great feeling, up there in the sky, free as a bird.”

 

“Not as a bat?” Clark asked with a smile.

 

Ollie laughed. “No.” He winked at Bruce. “So, ol’ buddy, care for some company on patrol tonight?”

 

“I suppose,” Bruce said grudgingly.

 

Ollie laughed again and followed Bruce to the computers, Clark hurrying to catch up.

 

Despite his outward reluctance, Bruce was pleased that Ollie was accompanying him tonight.  He needed to stop thinking about silly romantic thoughts.

 

Watching Clark, he was more convinced that he had mistaken protectiveness for love.  He just couldn’t get himself into trouble with ridiculous thoughts of love.

 

He delighted in Clark’s almost child-like joy in the trappings of the Batcave.  His companion was eager to see everything, and soaked up all the knowledge he could.

 

& & & & & &

 

As darkness fell, Bruce and Ollie suited up in the Batcave, Clark and Alfred ready to see them off.  Ollie grinned at them as he got into the passenger seat of the Batmobile.  Bruce strode up to Clark and cupped his chin.

 

“Get some rest.” Teeth gleamed. “You’ll need it.”

 

Clark blushed, and Bruce smiled.  He turned and got behind the wheel of the Batmobile, the engine roaring to life as the Batman drove out of the Cave.

 

Alfred put his hand on Clark’s shoulder and squeezed. “Are you up for some chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven?”

 

Clark’s eyes sparkled. “Yes.”

 

& & & & & &

 

Bruce felt that it was strange to have someone in the Batmobile with him.  Ollie seemed relaxed, though, and the Batman began to settle over him.

 

The Batmobile was parked in a secluded area right outside the city, the heroes slipping into the darkness.

 

The patrol was quiet, neither man speaking, but then Ollie grinned as they surveyed the city from a rooftop.

 

“So, having someone like Clark to go home to is pretty cool, huh?”

 

“Very cool.”

 

& & & & & &

 

Ollie wondered if Bruce was speaking as Master or lover.  He still wasn’t sure of Bruce’s feelings toward his beautiful slave.

 

I certainly hope he’s just enjoying the Pretty’s charms.  Affection is good, but true love…oh, my friend.  I hope it’s not that.

 

For both your sakes.

 

“So, you every think of taking on a partner?”

 

Bruce flexed his glove. “No, I don’t need a partner.”

 

I don’t know about that, Bruce.

 

Batman pointed to the alley and Green Arrow nodded.  They swooped down, scattering the foolish thugs who thought they’d found an easy mark in the well-dressed businessman.

 

& & & & & &

 

“Thank you for including me, Bruce.” Ollie removed his quiver and set it down, scrutinizing how many arrows he would have to replace.

 

Bruce was removing the cowl and he said, “You’re welcome.” He pointed to a door. “Shower facilities are in there.”

 

“You think of everything, don’t you?”

 

Bruce merely smiled.

 

& & & & & &

 

“Mmm, Master, touch me right…there.”

 

Bruce was relieved that sex with Clark was as great as ever.  He had been afraid that his muddled feelings would mess thing up.  He slid his hand between Clark’s legs, gratified at the moan that came out of his slave.  Clark’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, his hands doing wonderful things to Bruce.

 

He’d be fine, Bruce thought.  Everything was back to normal. 

 


 
Tags: alfred pennyworth, clark kent/bruce wayne, green arrow, ollie queen, rainbow's freedom, shadow of the bat arc, superman/batman, the morning after
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