Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, Daniel Kronsky, Trent Sanders
Genres: Challenge, Drama
Rating (this chapter): Mild ‘R’
General Summary: Enemies of The Prince of Gotham and his Royal Consort storm the Castle!
Chapter Summary: Bruce runs the gauntlet of protestors and paparazzi at Wayne Enterprises.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Date Of Completion: January 26, 2009
Date Of Posting: February 11, 2009
Word Count: 956
Author’s Note: This story fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Tabloids Challenge.
The entire series can be found here.
PROTESTERS AND PAPARAZZI
Bruce walked past the crowd of protesters, stifling the urge to wave mockingly. The Church Of The Word was consistent, he had to give them that. The signs that read Repent!, Sodomite Sinners! and Stop The Perversion! were as much a part of the décor as the trees on the sidewalk by now, as well as the shouted epithets.
“How can you live with yourself?”
“Does your boy live up to his name?”
The paparazzi were also hanging around, another daily hurdle. Bruce gritted his teeth as flashbulbs went off and reporters shouted, “Where’s Dick, Mr. Wayne?”
“How come your boy isn’t with you?”
“Where’s the kid?”
Bruce either ignored them, or smiled prettily for the cameras. He gave no quotes. He pushed through the revolving door, cutting off the shouts.
“Sorry, sir.” Daniel Kronsky was Bruce’s Head of Security, his handsome face frowning. “I wish we could clear them out.” He brushed back a wave of thick, dark-brown hair, his athletic body coiled in its dark-blue three-piece suit.
“Ah, but they can’t get closer than six feet to the building by court order.”
“I guess we can be grateful for small favors.”
Bruce smiled. “It’s a free country.”
Daniel lifted an eyebrow and Bruce laughed. Daniel was a good man. He just wasn’t overly fond of paparazzi or fundamentalists.
Bruce nodded to the elderly man selling candy and magazines in the lobby. “Hello, Bill.”
“Hey, Mr. Wayne. Whew, what a circus out there, huh?” Bill peered through thick glasses at the protesters and paparazzi outside.
“Pretty much. Oh, well, Dick would appreciate that.”
Bill grinned and handed Bruce his stack of newspapers: The Gotham Gazette, The Daily Planet, and several other important dailies.
Bruce smiled and thanked him, handing his money over and entering the elevator.
Once at his floor, he disembarked and smiled at his receptionist and secretary as he went into his office, setting his briefcase and papers on his desk.
Since he and Dick had come out, the usual paparazzi had become more numerous, and the Church Of The Word had added their fanatics to the mix.
Well, eventually the story will die down.
At least he hoped so!
Bruce sat down, booting up his computer, reading his e-mails and starting to work.
He was able to keep focused for about a half hour before his worry over Dick got the better of him. It was first day back at Gotham University since their coming out. Dick could handle himself, but the circus surrounding him could distract him from his studies and disrupt the campus.
Bruce let his gaze drift out over the view of the city. He remembered earlier that morning…
Dick smiled as he ate a juicy berry, legs splayed as silk sheets were draped over his groin, back resting against fat, fluffy pillows.
He looked absolutely decadent and good enough to eat.
Bruce felt his body respond as he looked at this dream in bed.
“You are fuckin’ gorgeous.”
“How about just fuckin’ me?”
Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah.” He threw off his towel and climbed onto the bed, tasting sweet strawberries on sweet lips.
Bruce sighed happily at the memory, smirking as his body showed that it remembered, too. He jumped slightly as the door was opened.
“Sir, Councilman Sanders is here to see you.”
Trent Sanders was smooth, silver-haired, and savvy. He wore tailored suits and spoke engagingly, quite reasonable for a politician, and Bruce could work with him. He didn’t trust him as completely as he trusted Jim Gordon, but close.
“Have a seat,” Bruce smiled as he shook hands with Trent.
They discussed some Wayne Foundation work since Trent served on the Board, and Bruce was glad to get some tasks accomplished before 10:00 in the morning.
“Bruce, I had to run the gauntlet down at the entrance. How are you and Dick doing?”
“We’re handling it pretty well. Paparazzi’s nothing new.”
Trent laughed. “No doubt.” His expression sobered. “I know this isn’t really my business, but then, your private life is all over the tabloids. I just want to say…that boy of yours is a beautiful young man, and he’s clearly crazy about you.”
Moved, Bruce said, “Thank you, Trent.”
“Don’t let the fanatics get you down.”
“Good.” Trent stood up. “I think we can get those initiatives going.”
“Great. Thanks, Trent.”
They shook hands. Trent smiled. “I’ve got to get home and sit through the fashion show.”
Trent laughed. “My wife and daughter are having dresses sent to try on for the Cotillion. Ever since we received our invitations a few days ago they’ve been trying to figure out hair, clothes, jewelry…you know how it goes.”
Bruce smiled. “Yes.” He frowned slightly. “You already received your invitations?”
“Yes. All very fancy, of course. Penelope and her girls are always on top of things.”
“Yes. Well, I’m sure that our invitations will be in the mail today.”
“See you at the Cotillion!”
Bruce walked over to the window after Trent had left. Could the Cotillion Committee be deliberately snubbing him and Dick?
Before Dick had come into his life, he had considered himself more Bat than billionaire. Now he was Bruce again, wanting to be more than cape and cowl for his young man.
He didn’t like the idea of a social snub. He had a position to maintain, the Wayne legacy to uphold, the leading position in Gotham Society. He wasn’t going to let Penelope Carruthers or any other bigot insult the Wayne name…or Dick.
Bruce buckled down to work, forgetting about the Cotillion for the rest of the day.