bradygirl_12 (bradygirl_12) wrote,

Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (20/38)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (20/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Jim Gordon, Clark/Bruce, Dick, Dr. Lee Hansen, Edmund Caldwell
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): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Jim takes care of Bruce’s Prize after Batman delivers him to the Precinct.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): November 10, 2008
Date Of Posting: October 24, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 845
Feedback welcome and appreciated.

"The Code is always honored between Gentlemen."

Bertram Ellison Adams
"The Gentleman’s Code"
1832 C.E.



Night had fallen over Gotham. Jim Gordon watched as the van stopped in the alley behind the GCPD. The Batman alighted and said, “Is Bruce Wayne here?”

“Not yet. His butler called and said he’s on his way.”

“I’m entrusting his Prize to you.”

Jim nodded. “I’ll take good care of him.”

“I know.”

The van door slid open and Robin hopped out, helping the Prize down. Batman hurried over and took hold of the slave’s elbow, helping him forward.

Jim had seen more than his share of victims. Everyone reacted differently, slave or free.

In this slave’s case, he was very jittery. Jim hoped he hadn’t been raped, but with Edmund Caldwell’s reputation…

He stepped forward. “I’ll take care of Bruce’s Prize.” He smiled and gently took the slave’s arm. “You’re safe now. No one will hurt you here.”

The Prize nodded, slipping his hand into Jim’s.

By the time they had entered the building, Batman and Robin were gone.

& & & & & &

Dr. Hansen said, “You can get dressed now.” He adjusted his glasses as he wrote on his datapad.

The slave quickly put his shirt and pants on. He had been thoroughly examined, embarrassing but necessary.

The Prize had held on to Jim’s hand tightly the whole time. Flinching at the doctor’s touch, he hadn’t made a sound, but his grip had tightened.

Jim never left his side, remaining quiet but there. He was impressed by the physique exposed but very carefully didn’t indulge too much in looking. That wasn’t what Bruce’s Prize needed from him right now.

“Thanks, Doc. I’ll call you if I need you.”

The doctor nodded and left the room.

“Would you like some water? Soda or coffee?”

The younger man started to shake his head, then changed his mind. “Water, please.”

Jim went to the door and sent an officer passing by for water. When the bottle arrived, he handed it to the Prize.

The slave drank, once again holding Jim’s hand.

Jim’s heart ached for this young man. He couldn’t imagine what he must have suffered at Caldwell’s hands.

Dr. Hansen had said the bruising around the slave’s mouth was probably a result of a blow, but Jim wondered if that had been the case.

“Did Caldwell hurt you?” he asked softly.

The slave looked up. His dark glasses concealed his eyes, but Jim was good at reading facial expressions.

“He…he was waiting for his sons to arrive before he…he…”

Jim squeezed his shoulder. “It’s all right.” Relieved, he was about to ask if the Prize wanted something to eat when the door opened and Bruce Wayne burst in, closely followed by his Squire.


Bruce enveloped his Prize in a hug, Dick adding to it.

Jim realized that Bruce had just revealed his Prize’s name. It was probably a mistake. He had been so anxious…

“Thank you for taking care of Clark for me, Jim.” Bruce looked directly at him.

No mistake.

“My pleasure, Bruce.”

Bruce anxiously studied Clark’s face. “What’s this bruising around your mouth?”

“A well-aimed blow, according to Doc.” Jim squeezed Clark’s hand and released it. “Apparently Edmund was waiting for his sons to join him at the cabin before doing anything further.”

“Thank God.”

Dick had practically attached himself to Clark’s hip.

“Clark gave his statement. I can e-mail you a copy later.”

Bruce nodded. “Thank you, Jim.” He looked right at the older man. “For everything.”

Jim nodded, too, then clapped Clark gently on the shoulder. “Glad you’re back, son.”

Clark said softly, “Thank you, Commissioner.”

Jim smiled and left the family, heading to one of the investigation rooms down the hall.

He entered Room No. 1.

“Ah, Commissioner. About time.”

“Mr. Caldwell.” Jim leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Well, what about my release?”

“What about it?”

Edmund frowned. “I’ll pay my fine and go.”

“Well, Mr. Caldwell, even a fine in this case requires a hearing.”

“Then I’ll pay bail.”

“I have to wait and find out if Bruce Wayne is going to press charges.”

Edmund laughed. “He won’t do that. It goes against the Code.”

Jim raised an eyebrow. “The Code?”

“Yes, the Gentleman’s Code of Honor.” Edmund smirked as he leaned back in his chair. “A gentleman does not press charges against another gentleman for so trifling a reason.”

Jim kept his voice calm. “Perhaps a gentleman does not kidnap another gentleman’s slave.”

Edmund waved his hand airily. “Such things are forgiven. After all, the slut is in one piece.”

Definitely keep a rein on his temper.

“Well, for your sake, you’d better be right. Until we find out Mr. Wayne’ s intentions, you’ll be in holding.”

Jim turned to leave, ignoring Edmund’s sputtering when the door opened.

Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway, cold and beautiful.

“May I speak to Edmund alone for a minute, Commissioner?”

“Yes, you may, Mr. Wayne.”

He exited the interrogation room, glad that he wasn’t Edmund Caldwell.

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Tags: 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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