Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Dick, King Jodelle/King Jovan (King Jovan does not appear in this chapter), Alfred, Brex, Sarek
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): G
Summary: The House Of Wayne celebrates birthdays in the Jovaran Royal Gardens.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): May 18, 2009
Date Of Posting: April 25, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1144
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into my 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Beware the hidden darkness
Behind the sunshine.
"Poetry For The Soul"
The day was a beautiful one on Jovara, the skies Earth-blue and the sun shining down, the Royal Gardens in riotous bloom. Bruce and Clark strolled through the gardens, both looking forward to a work-out later in the day. Bruce didn’t want his Bat-skills to deteriorate.
“I heartily approve of that old Jovaran saying about paddles, you know,” Bruce said with a twinkle in his eyes.
Clark laughed. He was glowing under his javea, full of energy.
“Master Bruce!” Dick ran up, bouncing with excitement. “Alfred says we can have our combined birthday party out here!”
“Excellent.” Bruce placed a gentle hand on his boy’s head. “So, are we getting one giant cake or three smaller ones?”
Bruce and Clark grinned. They would never tire of their boy’s enthusiasm.
“I have to go help him in the kitchen.”
“Then go!” Bruce ordered with a smile.
Dick ran off, jingling all the way, his mentors nearly collapsing in laughter.
“A bright child.” King Jodelle approached, as sparkling as his Royal Gardens.
“Good morning, Prince Bruce. And your heroic Ja’zel.”
Clark blushed under his javea. “It was my honor, Your Majesty,” he said softly.
Jodelle smiled. “Now, you wished to learn more about my Abolitionist plan?” he asked Bruce.
Jodelle produced a datachip. “Jovan has provided all the information here. It is quite a thorough blueprint.” Pride suffused his voice. “My Beloved is quite proficient.”
Bruce took the chip. “Thank you. I’ll be very interested in following how this goes.”
“It should be very interesting. My people are open to new ideas, but tradition remains strong. So we shall see.” His lips quirked. “I hear you are having a firstday celebration.”
“Three of them, actually.”
Jodelle laughed. “Charming. And what are your customs?”
“Would you like to join us?”
“Oh, no, that is family time.” He smiled. “You need to enjoy it unencumbered.”
“If you change your mind, you and Jovan are welcome to join us.” Bruce handed Clark the datachip. “As for customs, we have cake and ice cream and balloons. We give the birthday celebrant gifts, and they make a wish and blow out the candles on the cake.”
Jodelle grinned. “It sounds like fun.”
“It is.” Bruce’s eyes twinkled. “And birthday spankings are given.”
“Oh?” Jodelle’s face lit up.
“Mostly it’s to tweak children, but it’s a custom that can be applied to adults.”
“That is a fine custom, but surely you do not limit it to one day.”
Bruce laughed. “No. An admirable custom. Thank you for the gift.”
“Yes, Sefran said you were really pleased. I am glad. Salek puts together the finest pleasure chests.”
Bruce thought of the other goodies yet to be tried out and smiled. “You really have great taste in gifts.”
Jodelle’s blond eyelashes fluttered. “It is my pleasure.”
Bruce leaned forward. “We’ll save you and Jovan a piece of cake.”
The King’s eyes sparkled. “Excellent.”
Bruce was very happy as Dick and Alfred brought out the cakes, Dick grinning as he set down a dark devils’ food chocolate cake with creamy dark chocolate frosting in front of Bruce.
Alfred set a cake down in front of Clark: lemon cake, lemon frosting, and blueberries on top.
“Where’s your cake?” Clark asked Dick.
Laylin appeared, carrying a strawberry cake with pink frosting and fresh strawberries on top.
“Did you bring these ingredients with you?” Bruce asked Alfred.
“A good Royal High Chamberlain is always prepared, sir.”
His family grinned.
The cakes were lit, wishes made, and candles blown out. A hearty chorus of “Happy Birthday!” echoed in the small area, surrounded by colorful hedges and ornamental trees. The table was covered by a bright pink cloth, and balloons of every color bobbed around the party.
Clark’s fingers entwined with Bruce’s.
“Happy with your wish?” Bruce asked.
“Yes.” Clark squeezed. “I know some day it’ll come true.”
Bruce lifted his hand and kissed it.
“Bruce, can Brex join us?” Dick asked eagerly.
Bruce saw the Rigellian slave boy standing shyly at a break in the hedge and smiled at him, beckoning him forward. Brex hurried over, eagerness on his young face. “Thank you, m’lord!”
Dick served his friend ice cream and cake. It wasn’t exactly ice cream, but close enough. There was only a slight difference in taste.
There was a small pile of gifts on a second table. The majority of gifts had been left on Earth, waiting to be opened when they returned, but they needed presents to open, didn’t they?
Brex was an avid observer of all the rituals, enjoying all the goodies. He tried each cake, a small piece for each, and loved every bite.
“These are so good! What flavors are these?”
“Chocolate, lemon, and strawberry. And there’s blueberries on top of the lemon cake.” Dick ate a scoop of ice cream.
“Can we get these flavors for Rigel 7?”
“I can see about sending you some,” Bruce said.
“Oh, thank you, m’lord! Prince Mirax would be pleased.”
“Maybe we could get some of your sprinklecinnamon?”
Brex beamed. “I shall ask the Prince.”
Brex watched as the gifts were opened, laughing at the joke gifts and intrigued by the books, watches, and music. Alfred was quite pleased at the orderliness of the unwrapping, presiding serenely over the whole enterprise.
“When is your birthday, Alfred?” Brex asked curiously.
“May. Quite a lovely time of year back on Earth.”
Brex and Dick grinned at Alfred’s satisfaction, Clark and Bruce sharing a smile.
A breeze blew, ruffling hair and robes as they enjoyed the party.
Bruce looked up, surprise on his face. “Ambassador Sarek!”
“May I have a word?”
“Certainly.” Bruce began to rise, a gesture by Sarek sitting him down again.
“I wish to apologize for my kinsman’s actions. I have spoken to Prince Mirax, but your slaves were instrumental in thwarting the dishonorable ones’ plans.”
Sarek’s manner was stiff, and Bruce smiled, trying to defuse the tension. “My House is proud to have helped, Ambassador.”
“Your slaves put themselves at risk. I appreciate their efforts. Be assured that the dishonorable ones will be punished.”
Bruce suppressed a shudder. Vulcan justice was renowned throughout the Galaxy for extreme cruelty.
If you were lucky.
“I am in your House’s debt, Prince Bruce. Be assured that it will be repaid.”
Sarek bowed slightly. Bruce did stand this time and made an answering bow.
Sarek left with an elegant sweep of robes, and Bruce sat down again.
“Wow,” Dick said.
“Yeah,” Brex agreed.
“Don’t get on a Vulcan’s bad side, boys,” Bruce said, glad he wasn’t on the receiving end of Vulcan ‘justice’.
“Amen,” Alfred said, all fervently agreed.