Genres: Angst, Challenge, Drama, Holiday
Claim: For the dcu_freeforall Challenge (Bruce/Dick)
Prompt: T 14; P 9: Save Me From Myself…
Prompt Count: (6/15)
Warnings: Major character death?
Summary: Batman prowls Gotham, bleeding inside without his Teen Wonder.
Date Of Completion: September 12, 2009
Date Of Posting: September 25, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 686
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: Written for my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge. Prompts used: Gold, Ghosts/Spirits, Glitter, A Dark And Stormy Night, Gotham City.
The Bat perched on the gargoyle as the rain pelted down, a driving wind whipping his cape out behind him.
It was as if he was carved from stone, too. There was no expression on his face, but if one looked carefully, one would see raw pain in the eyes.
The ancient buildings of Gotham glittered in the rain, the gargoyles weeping as the city brooded.
As did the Bat.
Rigid muscles hid the trembling, the grim visage hiding the screaming. He was crumbling inside, tattered and torn, bleeding and battered.
It was five years since Dick’s disappearance.
He had searched, endlessly and obsessively: all through Gotham, across America, to the ends of the earth. He had consulted Zatanna and Jason Blood and other practitioners of the magical arts, desperate to know. He had searched every part of the galaxy he knew with Clark’s help. Diana had consulted the Olympians.
It was as if Dick had been swallowed up into oblivion.
His soul was gone, and he had taken Bruce’s soul with him.
He prowled Gotham now, night after night, sleeping only enough to stay alive, eating the same way. Alfred had stayed on, but despaired of Bruce ever becoming one of the living again.
He let the rain lash at him, stinging against his skin. He felt like a vampire, shunning the daylight and only coming out at night.
Bruce Wayne had become a recluse after the disappearance of his former ward, and Batman never answered the JLA’s calls, and they had stopped calling him.
It was too painful to be in the bright of day.
It reminded him too much of what he’d lost.
As the dark rain pelted down, a ribbon of sparkling light flitted in the air in front of him, dancing with charged energy like St. Elmo’s Fire.
Batman pulled his cape tighter around himself. Electricity tingled along his skin as he stared with dulled eyes out at the city.
The crackle of energy behind him brought his head around.
Shock coursed through as he saw the sparkling figured of his beloved boy.
“Dick?” he gasped.
Dick was in full costume, his smile brilliant but tinged with sadness.
Bruce reached out to touch Dick.
His hand went right through him.
Jerking his hand back, Batman growled. “Is this a trick?”
“No, Bruce.” Robin moved closer, every part of him brilliant, sparkling…intangible.
“Where have you been? Are you all right? Why can’t I touch you?”
Robin’s smile was still sad. “I’m sorry.”
Batman almost reached out when he remembered that the gesture was useless.
“You have to tell me! God, Dick, I’ve been searching for you for years!”
Dick came closer. He brushed his hand over Bruce’s arm, which tingled at his lover’s touch.
“You’re…you’re pure energy!”
Dick smiled. “Didn’t you always say that?”
Bruce’s heart contracted his eyes blinking rapidly.
“Dick…I…I need you.”
The raindrops danced on Dick’s body, creating rainbow prisms of light, beautiful and alluring.
Just like Dick.
“Can you stay? Don’t leave me!”
“Oh, Bruce.” The sadness pierced Bruce’s heart. “You’re bleeding inside.”
“Help me staunch the bleeding.”
Dick briefly closed his eyes, then opened them again, blue depths as mesmerizing as Bruce remembered. The younger man moved close, slipping his arms around his lover as he pressed his lips to Bruce’s.
Pure energy tingled through him with the force of lightning, his arms aching to embrace Dick.
When Dick pulled back, Bruce felt he had never seen anything more beautiful. He was brightness in the darkness, a halo of light surrounding his body.
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered.
“Yes, I’m bleeding inside. I’ve been dead, crumbling to dust, ever since you disappeared! I haven’t felt this alive since…” Bruce reached out his hands beseechingly. “…save me from myself,” he whispered.
Dick’s eyes were full of sorrow and love.
He grasped his cape and enveloped Bruce in dazzling light.
Dreams are like wisps of light, dancing and elusive, despair like driving rain, harsh and stinging.
Energy dances, and love lives.
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