Title: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (7/14)
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Dick, Jim Gordon, Sarah Dickinson, Selina Kyle
Series Notes: When Gotham falls to an epidemic, Batman and Robin need help to protect the city. All chapters can be found here.
Categories: Drama, Angst
Rating (this chapter): G
Summary: Bruce receives two different visitors.
Date of Completion: April 21, 2007
Date of Posting: May 3, 2007
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, DC does, more's the pity.
Word Count: 691
Author's Note: Once in awhile an original character will slip into the group up there in the Pairings/Characters line, so if you don't recognize the name, that' s probably why. :)
Also, the term 'good form' sounded like something the British would say, though I'm not sure if they do! LOL!
PRETTY LITTLE BIRD
Batman looked up, Jim standing in the doorway. He straightened up in his chair. “Come in, Commissioner.”
Jim walked in, seeing Robin in the bed. “Holding his own?”
Jim walked over and put his hand on his old colleague’s shoulder. “How are you holding up?”
Jim knew that was a lie, but let Batman keep his dignity. “I had a visit from your fellow heroes tonight.”
“Ah, yes. So they called on you?”
“Yes, and I appreciate the courtesy.” A ghost of a smile played across his lips. “Your colleagues are such polite people.”
A ghost of a smile answered his. “Yes, they like to follow ‘good form’, as the British say.”
Jim nodded, then walked over to the bed. He studied the readings, then gently touched Robin’s arm. “Keep up the good fight, young man. We’re all pulling for you.”
He turned back to Batman. “The city is in good hands, Batman. Stay with Robin.”
Jim left the small room, worried what would happen if Batman lost Robin.
Would Gotham lose her protector as well?
He stopped at the nurses’ station. “Have you had any security problems?” he asked Sarah.
“No, Commissioner.” She looked worried. “Have there been any incidents?”
“No, but there’s a slew of reporters and photographers camped outside the hospital. Any enterprising one of them might try and get a picture of Robin in ICU.”
Sarah picked up the telephone. “I’ll call Security right away and get a guard posted outside. We wouldn’t want any photographer bothering Batman.”
“Excellent.” Jim glanced back down the corridor. “The security would be for the intruder, because he would no doubt have to be protected from Batman if he tried to get into that room.”
Sarah gulped. “Yes.”
After Jim had left, Sarah immediately called the Head of Security, Kyle McLachlan. They had coffee together every day. She’d get that guard posted.
& & & & & &
Bruce stretched, trying to stay awake. He whirled instantly as he heard a noise at the window.
“Relax, Handsome.” The purr did relax his nerves. He watched as Catwoman jumped down from the window. “How’s the Little Bird?”
She walked over with feline grace to the bed, cat’s claws reaching out. Bruce almost moved, but Selina wasn’t a threat. She had ceased to be one for a long time now.
“Little Bird,” she purred, “you need to get back for the Bat. He’s a lovely specimen of manhood but lousy at living la dolce vita. He needs your pretty face around to keep him from sinking into the gloom and doom.”
She turned to Bruce. “Have you been treating him right, Handsome?”
“Always.” He tensed. How much did Selina know?
She turned her attention back to Dick. Her clawed glove gently carded through dark hair.
“You see, Little Bird, I’ve known a long time that the Bat’s heart was elsewhere. At first I thought it was some silly little trollop, like that Vicki Vale or Silver St. Cloud, because even though I knew that he was attracted to me, I never had his heart.” She put her glove over Dick’s heart. “You did.”
Bruce nearly sighed. Of course she would know.
“So, Pretty Little Bird, you have to come back to sing and to dance for your Bat. Sing that Robinsong, and dance like the graceful dancer you are.” She turned back to Bruce. “Such beauty and brightness, Handsome. Quite lucky.”
“I am.” Bruce felt his muscles relax. His instincts told him to trust Selina.
“Good that you know it.”
She went toward the window, then slid back to Bruce, her blue eyes looking up at him with a myriad of emotions: self-mockery, sorrow, respect, perhaps a glint of madness, but who among them wasn’t a little mad?
“’On the first day of spring, I heard a robin sing.’” She smiled and ran a claw down his cheek, barely touching the skin so as not to hurt him. Then she turned and was gone, silent as her namesake.
Bruce stared at the window for a long time after she had gone.