Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, 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): PG-13
Summary: A troubled Clark waits for Bruce and Dick to return from patrol.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): November 25, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 11, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 449
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
In black velvet,
And the stars.
Clark stared up at the ceiling, watching the pattern of moonlight shift as the wind blew. He clutched the blankets and quilt, shivering as he waited for Bruce to return.
He was afraid to sleep.
He heard the grandfather clock chime once. Bruce should be home soon. Dick, too.
He threw off the blankets and paced the room, shivering in his pajamas.
He was a liar.
He’d lied to everyone about being sick. He just couldn’t face…
Clark pulled the drapes back and watched the play of moonlight on the water.
There was more he’d lied about.
Maybe Caldwell’s right. Maybe I am a no-good slut.
Bruce and Dick were out there, doing their jobs, while he cowered here.
“Even if your so-called Prince rescued you, whore, he would never look at you the same way again. My seed is in you. He’ll never stand for that!”
Clark winced. He let the drapes fall, cutting off the view.
The screaming started, and he pressed his hands to his ears to block it out.
Except that he couldn’t…
He fell to his knees.
The night was clear, moonlight shimmering down in Gotham. Batman and Robin flew over the rooftops, capes fluttering as they kept vigil.
As they paused on a rooftop, Robin asked, “Batman?”
“Are you sure Clark’s okay?”
“He’s not. He’s having one of his spells.”
“Are you sure that’s all it is?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…” Robin settled on a parapet “…is his illness just the usual, or a reaction to getting kidnapped?”
Robin nodded, but Batman felt uneasy.
They continued patrol, but it was a quiet night. Batman was happy to conclude patrol and get back to the Manor.
He and Dick quickly showered and dressed in fluffy robes, stopping by the kitchen for cookies and milk. The house was quiet, a good sign.
After the snack, Bruce followed Dick upstairs.
“Good night, Bruce.”
Bruce ruffled his hair. “Good night, Dick.”
The boy flashed a smile and went into his room, closing the door behind him.
Quietly, Bruce entered his bedroom.
Clark was sleeping. Relieved, Bruce disrobed and pulled on pajama bottoms, disappearing into the bathroom. When he emerged, Clark was still asleep.
Bruce crawled into bed, pulling the covers over him. Clark mumbled and moved close, Bruce pulling him in. Sighing softly, he settled comfortably, falling asleep in minutes…
As soon as Bruce was asleep, Clark opened his eyes.
He didn’t shut them again until Bruce awoke later that morning.