bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (12/14)

Title: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (12/14)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, Barbara Gordon, Ollie Queen/Dinah Lance (Ollie does not appear in this chapter)
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: The angels keep vigil.
Date Of Completion: April 18, 2007
Date Of Posting: May 10, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 626
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. :) 





Clouds scudded across the moon, the wind biting as it moaned across the graveyard.  A lone figure stood before a grave, long, red hair whipping out behind her, her blue cape snapping in the wind.


A footstep alerted her to no longer being alone.






Barbara turned around, Dinah a few feet behind her. “We were worried when you disappeared.”


A small smile curved Barbara’s lips. “Sorry that I worried you.”


Dinah came closer.  She read the name on the stone. “Your mother.”


“Yes.” Barbara turned back to face the granite. “When we stopped by the cemetery, I thought of her.  I haven’t been here in awhile.” She crossed her arms. “So many people are joining her in this place now.  Mom died of cancer, not some epidemic, but it’s an epidemic of sorts, I suppose.  Thousands of people die of cancer every year.”


“I know.”


Barbara wondered if Dinah had lost a loved one to the disease. She shivered a little in the wind.


Dinah waited respectfully while Barbara paid her respects.  A strong gust bent the branches of the old oak trees, leaves scattering down to join those already-fallen on the short, clipped grass.  Barbara touched her mother’s stone, then turned away.


“This is an interesting old cemetery,” Dinah said as she looked around at the headstones, her blond hair whipping in the wind.


“It’s the oldest cemetery in the city.” Barbara pulled her cape tighter around her. “Have you seen the Wayne headstone?”


Dinah shook her head.  Barbara began walking and Dinah fell in beside her.  They passed ancient markers, stone angels’ wings as stoic as the placid expressions on stone faces.  The women’s boots crunched on dead leaves as they walked, the silence comfortable between them.


They reached a very old section of the cemetery, the stones bigger and more elaborate. 


“This is the Wayne family plot.”


A glossy black stone was set among dozens of others that read WAYNE. 


“The Wayne family has been buried here for generations,” Barbara explained. “Thomas and Martha Wayne’s stone is here.” She pointed to the black stone.  Two angels graced either side, their wings black and smooth.


Dinah approached the stone carefully.  The names of Bruce’s parents were engraved in the smooth surface, the dates of death identical, of course.  She felt a shiver course through her as a cloud passed over the moon.  The mirrored quality of the stone reflected back the mourners. She wondered how many times Bruce had stared at his reflection in the flawless surface.


“And here is the Grayson stone.”


“G…Grayson stone?”


Barbara pointed to a marker close by.  It was a pink marble stone, angels guarding it with the hint of smiles on their faces.  Dinah found that interesting.  None of the other angels had any expressions at all.


“I’m not sure of all the details, but Dick said they’d moved around so much they didn’t have a plot of their own.  He also didn’t say why they weren’t buried in family plots somewhere else.  At any rate, Bruce paid for the funerals and the headstone.  The plot is one of many here in this section reserved exclusively for Waynes.”


“Not so exclusive any more.” Dinah’s mouth curved into a small smile. “Wonder how Bruce’s ancestors feel about sharing space with circus folk?”


Barbara’s laugh was light. “Well, I guess they just had to get used to it.”


Both women fell silent.  This stone was likely where Dick would be buried. 


Neither one wanted to think of his future burial right now, not while he still breathed.


“We’d better get back to the guys.”




Batgirl and Black Canary left the cemetery, the wind whispering through the trees, the angels silent and smiling.                    


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Tags: barbara gordon, batgirl, batman/robin, bruce wayne/dick grayson, green arrow/black canary, ollie queen/dinah lance, wings of angels
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