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Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (7/38)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (7/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Clark/Bruce (Clark does not appear in this chapter), Dick
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim tries to calm a frantic Bruce.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): September 30, 2008
Date Of Posting: September 10, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 691
Feedback welcome and appreciated.



Darkness
Surrounds me,
All crash’d
Around me.

Bitterness
On my tongue,
Despair
In my heart.


Aaron Andel
"The Day The World
Came Crashing Down"
2110 C.E.



VII

CRASH’D


“Dad, how about some pizza for lunch?”

Jim laughed at his daughter’s enthusiasm. “We’d have to eat it here in my office.”

“That’s okay. I’ve spent so much time here over the years, I’m practically one of the squad.”

Jim snorted but it was true. His phone rang and he answered, “Gordon here. Whoa, slow down, Bruce! What…?” Shock numbed Jim for a second, then he was all business. “I’ll be right there, Bruce. Hold on, my friend.” Jim hung up the phone and buzzed his secretary. “Get my car ready, Sally. And send a patrol car and Detectives Stewart and Moss to 681 Main Street for a slave kidnapping.”

“Oh, no! Is it Dick?” Barbara asked, hand to her mouth.

Jim shook his head. “Bruce’s Prize.”

Barbara winced. “Oh, god, Bruce must be frantic.”

“He is.” Jim was already at the door. He said nothing as Barbara joined him.

& & & & & &


The crowd on Main Street milled around as the officers kept them away from the Prince of Gotham, who was shouting if anyone had seen anything. Some of the onlookers were simply curious to see their Prince melt down, while others wanted to help. Dick was trying to calm his Master, Bruce with an iron grip on his arm.

Jim quickly exited his car, followed by Barbara. Dick’s eyes reflected relief when he saw them.

“Bruce, what happened?”

“My slave has been kidnapped!” Bruce snapped.

Jim ignored the tone. Bruce was out of his mind right now. Little wonder. A treasured slave taken away rattled most owners.

“Give me details, Bruce,” Jim said gently but firmly.

Barbara hugged Dick, who was also upset. Bruce didn’t let him go.

“I was talking with Cordelia Standish, and then shooting started. We all hit the ground. I assumed Cl…my Prize was right behind me.” Bruce swallowed. “After it was over, I turned around and he was gone.” He pulled Dick close, crossing his arms around his Squire’s chest.

“What did you see, Richard?” Jim asked gently.

“Just what Master Bruce did. The shooter had us all down, and when I got up, I didn’t see the Master’s Prize.”

Jim could tell that Dick wanted to speak the name of Bruce’s Prize, but he was well-trained.

Angry at the system, Jim held his tongue. Bruce was frantic, fear in his eyes and movements. He was a hairsbreadth away from losing it, holding on to Dick so tightly that he was going to leave a bruise.

He really couldn’t blame Bruce. One slave was gone and another was so very vulnerable.

Jim wondered if Bruce’s Prize would ever be found.

He carefully tucked that thought away. It was his job to find the Prince’s Prize, and he would do so with all he had.

Barbara was still standing close to Dick, sympathy in her eyes. She looked anxiously at her father. Jim put a hand on her shoulder.

“My men are taking statements. Go home, Bruce. I will stay in touch with you.” His voice softened. “Please, Bruce.”

Bruce said nothing, but he seemed to calm for a moment, then shook his head.

“Jim…”

“If your Prize has been kidnapped for ransom, they’ll probably call you at home. And you have others to protect.”

Bruce tightened his hold even more, Dick suppressing a wince. “I have to tell Alfred,” Bruce said dully.

“Yes. Keep him and Richard on the estate.”

The Prize’s taking could have been random, but a slave of his quality and pedigree would attract slave stealers as well as ransom thieves.

Jim looked at the young man standing before him. He remembered another time, another place, tragedy clinging to him as it did now, looking shell-shocked and broken.

Jim hoped that he could help Bruce more successfully this time.

As Bruce and Dick left, Dick slipping his hand into Bruce’s, Barbara went up to her father.

“Daddy, can you find Lord Wayne’s Prize?”

“I’m certainly going to try, honey.”

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Tags: barbara gordon, batgirl, clark kent/bruce wayne, dick grayson, jim gordon, rainbow's freedom, robin, superman/batman, the dark knight of the soul arc
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