bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (10/14)

Title: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (10/14)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, Sarah Dickinson
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): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Nights were always the worst.
Date Of Completion: April 17, 2007
Date Of Posting: May 8, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 666
Author’s Note: Once in awhile an original character will slip into the group up there on the Characters/Pairing line, so if you don’t recognize the name, that’s probably why. :) 





Surf crashed on the nearby rocks, slipping up the sand as Bruce and Dick stretched out on beach towels, bodies wet from their swim.  Dick had wanted to soak up the sun and Bruce was happy to oblige him, enjoying the warmth on his skin, listening to the sound of the ocean and seagulls wheeling over the water.


He turned to look at his lover, Dick’s eyes closed and a small smile on his face as he lay contentedly on the towel. The water’s droplets glittered on tan skin like diamonds, Bruce reaching out to touch Dick’s hair.  The smile grew bigger.


“You should be resting,” Dick said, amusement lacing his voice.


“I am.”


“So you’re saying I’m easy on the eyes?”


“Something like that.”


Dick opened his eyes to see Bruce’s twinkling. “So, Mr. Wayne, what else do you see?”


“I see an incredibly gorgeous, acrobatic young man stretched out beside me.” 


“I notice you had to include the ‘acrobatic’ in there.”


“Of course.” Bruce was almost giddy.  Bantering had always been part of their relationship from the early days, but this kind still amazed him.  He was starting to get past barriers he never even knew he had until now. 


Dick stretched, the smile still on his face. 


“You believe me, don’t you?”


Dick looked at him. “About what?”


“That I love you.”


His throat nearly closed up at the thought of the risk of opening himself up, but he trusted Dick.  He always had.


Dick’s blue eyes grew soft as he took Bruce’s hand. “I know that you love me, Bruce.  Even when you don’t say it, though I appreciate very much that you seem to be saying it more often.” He smiled at Bruce’s blush. “I believe you, and believe in you, if that makes sense.”


“It does.” Bruce brushed his lips over Dick’s fingers, filling his eyes and heart with the beautific smile that Dick bestowed upon him.

& & & & & &


Bruce came awake slowly. 


Nights were always the worst.


It was why he stayed out until the wee hours on patrol.  When he was out there, watching and waiting, he didn’t have to think about another night so long ago, or fall asleep and see it in his dreams, or listen to the whispers that skittered at the edge of his consciousness as other nightmares creeped into his dreams.


Despite being a creature of the night, he often hated it.


There was no change in Dick.  There was never any change.  Just the hiss and click of the ventilator, the darkness velvety-soft around them, the eerie glow of muted lighting from the machines.  


He stood up, walking over to the bed on stiff legs.  He was unaccustomed to this prolonged inactivity, but he was not going to leave Dick’s side.


I’ve failed him too often before.


He gazed down at the face he knew and loved so well.  Was it his imagination, or was Dick almost gaunt after only a few days?  He picked up his lover’s hand, twining his fingers around it.  Gloved fingers.  He was the Batman, and he had to keep his armor on.


Literally and figuratively. 


The day was Dick’s purview, as it was Clark’s.  They were so much alike, with their ready smiles and love of sunlight and flying.  A strong friendship had grown up between the young, hero-worshipping child and Superman, an excitement that had grown outwardly muted from Dick but Bruce suspected was still just as strong inside.


He held the hand to his heart.


Had he dimmed that light, forcing the laughing boy into the shadows, forgetting that he needed sunlight and freedom like he needed air? 


Please don’t leave me, Dick.  Please. 


& & & & & &


A weary Sarah approached Room 331.  She started to pull aside the curtain and saw the look of naked desperation on the Batman’s face.


She let the curtain drop back.


She would return in a few minutes.




(this counter installed 3/19/11)

Tags: batman/robin, bruce wayne/dick grayson, wings of angels
  • Post a new comment


    default userpic
    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.