Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (Rainbow Prisms Arc) (11/42)
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Jonathan/Martha, Clark/Bruce, Dick
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. Clark finally learns about his identity and heritage. Will that knowledge tear him and Bruce apart? Meanwhile, Rebellion and Abolition twist and turn in the pageantry of events.
The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Challenge, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): G
Summary: Clark’s dreams grow more vivid.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): October 26, 2010
Date Of Posting: October 7, 2011
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1247
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: The magnificent story cover is by the wonderfully-talented ctbn60. Thanks so much, luv! :)
I saw you
That it was
"Clouds In My Coffee Cup"
“Oh, my beautiful little boy, my baby from the stars.”
The woman’s voice was soft and loving, and Clark could see red hair as he giggled.
“That’s it, son, steady now,” said a man’s voice. Blond hair glinted in sunlight streaming through windows with blue-checked gingham curtains. A cheerful kitchen was sunny yellow and filled with plants on the windowsill and an apple pie cooling on the counter.
He felt himself toddle out to the living room, chubby legs propelling him forward into the arms of the woman kneeling on the rug. She hugged him as she cooed, “That’s my baby boy!” as the man ruffled his hair and said, “That’s my boy.”
Clark felt happy as he hugged back, and in the way of dreams, in the next moment he was a teenager in a field quickly baling hay as the blond man worked with him. The sun was warm but the breeze cool, and he felt power surge up in him as he lifted the hay and rolled it into a bale, tying it with strong rope.
The blond man turned and Clark reached out his hand but could not see his face, and everything dissolved…
Clark awoke with a start, Bruce mumbling beside him. He petted his companion’s arm as he settled back into the covers.
His dreams, which were part memory, were getting more detailed. With a smile, he closed his eyes. He was confident that he would remember everything soon.
“All right, balance it.”
Clark held a thick piece of wood in his hand, the plank teeter-tottering as he studied it, then he closed his fist around the wood and crushed it as easily as a toothpick.
Dick and Bruce watched, the former with wide eyes, the latter struggling to keep the awe off his face.
“Now, the teacup.”
Dick handed Clark a china teacup and saucer. The cup rattled in the saucer, Clark raising the cup to his lips, pretending to sip tea, and replaced the cup onto the saucer.
Dick nearly danced. “Perfect, Clark!”
Clark smiled. “I’ll be a hit at tea parties.”
Dick laughed. “I’ll bet! You would be, you know.”
Clark blushed prettily. He set the teacup and saucer down on the bench as Dick swept away the plank’s splinters. Bruce crossed his arms.
“You’re doing much better.”
“I’m glad. Alfred will appreciate it.”
Bruce smirked. “We didn’t use the family china, after all.”
“Good thing.” Clark’s smile was abashed. “The thrift shop teacups met a sad ending in the beginning, I’m afraid.”
Bruce waved his hand negligently. “Of little consequence. Now, I’m thinking of taking us up to the cottage so you can practice flying.”
“Don’t you still need security?” Clark asked dubiously.
“You can be our security, Clark.”
His lover smiled. “But what will Mr. Stryker think?”
“Whatever he likes. I’m his employer, so he’ll do what I say.”
Dick cartwheeled over. “How about your vision, Clark?”
”Yeah, you know, super-vision! The reports Lex sent over include telescopic and heat vision.”
“And X-ray,” Bruce added.
Clark frowned as he concentrated, looking upstairs. A smile spread across his face slowly. “Alfred’s making lunch.”
Dick bounced on his toes. “What is it?”
Clark and Bruce laughed, Clark narrowing his eyes. “Looks like roast beef sandwiches with a salad using the last of the garden’s grape tomatoes. There’s fresh-baked pumpkin bread for dessert.”
“Wow, sounds good!”
“I agree,” said Bruce.
“What about your heat vision?” asked Dick curiously.
Clark frowned. “I’m not sure. I haven’t been able to summon it up yet. Hopefully it won’t just spontaneously show up.”
“How about some trapeze work?” Bruce suggested. “You can do some flying and work on precision.”
“Yeah!” Dick’s eyes sparkled. He dashed over to the trapeze that Bruce had set up here in the Cave. Upstairs was for quick routines and Barbara’s visits. “C’mon, Clark!”
“Coming.” Clark floated up to the platform, Dick’s grin nearly splitting his face. Dick performed a handstand, eager to get started.
Bruce climbed the spikes up to the platform, rubbing his hands together. “Let’s get started.”
Dick took hold of the trapeze bar and swung out, going back-and-forth several times as he gloried in the moment, landing lightly back on the platform.
Clark and Bruce followed Dick’s routine, stretching out their muscles as they swung back-and-forth.
“Okay, how about some simple flips to start?” Bruce nudged Dick “No triples.”
Dick smirked. “Okay.” He took the next swing, lithe and graceful.
My boy’s growing up.
Bruce was excited and scared about it all at the same time. He watched Dick prepare himself for his flip, confidence in every move. This was an area in which Dick could teach him, and he was a patient teacher.
And that’s not all he teaches me. His love of life, his zest for every new day, his coping with what happened to his parents…all Dick.
Clark stood very close to him, his attention on Dick, too.
Dick’s as much his boy as mine.
He could see the pride sparkling in Clark’s eyes. Love surging up in his chest, Bruce slipped his hand in Clark’s and squeezed.
“He’s beautiful,” Clark murmured, admiring Dick’s grace.
“We’re very lucky to have him.”
“Oh, yes.” Clark looked at Bruce. “We’re very lucky all around.”
Bruce certainly could not argue with that! He squeezed Clark’s hand again, then released it.
Dick flipped flawlessly from one bar to the other, hanging upside-down as he swung.
“What to play catch?” he asked mischievously.
“Okay.” Bruce tapped Clark’s shoulder. “You go first.”
Clark nodded, grabbing the bar and swinging out. He and Dick established a rhythm, then Dick flipped and Clark caught him easily. Dick giggled as Clark let go and he dropped to the net, bouncing and flipping down to the floor. He was up the pole immediately.
Clark swung to the next bar, twisting and ready for Bruce. Bruce calmly assessed the distance and pushed off with his bar.
They swung, gathering momentum, and then Bruce released, Clark catching him without the blink of an eye. They swung together in perfect unison, smiling as they enjoyed the moment, then Bruce let go, bouncing to the net. Once he cleared it, Clark fell into it, flipping onto the floor.
Up above, Dick waved and then performed a flawless triple somersault, bouncing down into the net, smiling as he joined his mentors on the floor.
“Show-off,” Bruce grumbled while Clark laughed and ruffled a grinning Dick’s hair.
Family helped you through good times and bad.
The sun was warm on his skin, golden corn reaching up to the sky. The stalks waved gently in the breeze, puffs of white clouds drifting by in the azure sky.
He ran, everything whizzing by in a blur, and came up short at the farmhouse. He could smell a savory stew and freshly-baked bread, and the screen door opened. The red-haired woman smiled as a blond man came in from the barn. He was smiling, too.
Clark held out his hand and the woman took it, the man clapping him on the back.
Clark sat up abruptly, eyes wide. Bruce murmured beside him but stayed asleep after Clark stroked his head.
“Mom, Dad,” Clark whispered, a smile spreading across his face. He lay back down, then sat up again. “Martha and Jonathan Kent!”