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Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (31/38)

Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (31/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Hayley Quinzell, Clark/Bruce, Barbara Gordon, 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): R
Warnings: Sexual violence, humiliation
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dr. Quinzell makes painful progress with Clark.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 10, 2009
Date Of Posting: November 28, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 609
Feedback welcome and appreciated.



A slave’s lot
Is to endure…
But it ain’t easy.


Unknown Slave
1866 C.E.



XXXI

FIRST MEMORY


“So, the food here must be fabulous.”

The Prize laughed. “Yes, Alfred is a master chef. He’s teaching me how to cook some of his favorite recipes.”

“Are you good at it?”

“I am.” Pride shone in his voice.

Hayley crossed her legs, writing on her datapad but in a relaxed mood.

“I feel as if…I’ve helped out in the kitchen before.”

“Before you came here?” He nodded. She knew about his amnesia. “”Do you ever remember fragments of your life before?”

“I think…sometimes…in my dreams.”

Hayley nodded. “What do you dream about?”

“A warm kitchen…much smaller than here…wonderful smells of apple pie and gingerbread…arms hugging me…”

As he hesitated, Hayley said gently, “Go on, K’Shaya.”

“I feel…safe.” He took a deep breath “…not like…”

“…the slavers’ camp?”

He started shredding his tissue. “Yes,” he whispered.

& & & & & &


Bruce was restless. Hayley Quinzell was upstairs in session with Clark, but even though he knew that she was helping, he was still worried. Therapy was never easy. He had undergone sessions after his parents’ murders, and he had hated every one of them. He had learned nothing about himself or the cruel, uncaring universe that had snatched his parents away from him.

Yet Clark clearly needed help.

Damn Edmund!

Bruce left the study and passed the library.

“Mr. Wayne!”

He turned and saw Barbara, who hurried over to him with a shopping bag. “I found this the day…your Prize was taken. You dropped it.”

Bruce looked at the books that Barbara took out of the bag. “Thank you, Barbara.” He had forgotten about these valuable books. He hoped that Clark would be able to read the poems from his poetry book to him, though he might not want the tome, associating it with that horrific day.

She looked toward the stairs. “Your Prize was hurt very badly, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry, Dr. Quinzell will help him.”

Bruce was amused at the child’s solemnity but carefully did not show it. “I hope you’re right.”

“I know so.”

Bruce smiled at Barbara, who returned to Dick and his lessons.

“Now, Dick, what can you tell me about the Stamp Act?”

Bruce put the books on his desk, then left the children to their lesson, returning to the study.

& & & & & &


"Is the slavers' camp your first memory?"

"Yes." The Prize looked down.

“You were classified as a virgin.”

“That didn’t stop them.”

“From what?”

“From…from humiliating me. Hurting me.”

“How?”

“I…I don’t want to say.”

“It would be good for you to get it out,” Hayley said gently.

The Prize still didn’t look at her, but began talking.

“They dragged me out of my cage…I was naked…when I woke up, I was so confused…terrified…I couldn’t remember…they laughed at me…said I was a whore…” he began rocking back and forth, body hunched over “…they forced me up on my knees…hands all over me…mouths…touching me…laughing…and…and…”

He stopped, shaking and rocking.

“I’m sorry, K’Shaya.”

Only the sound of the rocking chair could be heard in the silent room.

& & & & & &


“He still won’t leave my room, Doctor.”

Hayley smiled sadly at Bruce. “Trauma takes a long time to heal.”

“Has he told you what Edmund did to him?”

Hayley took out her electronic appointment book. “I suggest you read the police report again, Mr. Wayne.” She punched in the date and time of her next appointment. “I’ll be here tomorrow.”

Bruce frowned as she left, an uneasy feeling in his stomach as he looked upstairs.

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Tags: barbara gordon, batgirl, clark kent/bruce wayne, dick grayson, rainbow’s freedom, robin, superman/batman, the dark knight of the soul arc
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