Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Ollie Queen, Lex Luthor, Steve Trevor, Hal Jordan, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The wealthy freeman Bruce Wayne acquires a highly-prized pleasure slave whom has fallen in love with him…but can the Prince of Gotham ever return that love? And will it all be moot as a weak abolitionist movement slowly gathers strength while the Galactic Empire remains in a perpetual state of Cold War? The entire series can be found here.
Categories: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Summary: Bruce brings his guests home as Wayne Manor sparkles with hospitality.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 11, 2007
Date Of Posting: August 28, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 2083 + 1345 (Total: 3428)
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Gold forks and knives
And slippers glass,
Sparkled and shone,
Bold as brass.
The palace sat
High on the hill,
The Prince’s subjects
Bent to his will.
His crown was gold,
His slave bejewelled,
All bowed before him,
As he wisely ruled.
“Enchanted Fairy Tales”
GOLDEN SILVERWARE AND GLASS SLIPPERS
& & & & & &
The afternoon passed pleasantly as Bruce conducted a tour of the grounds. Since the estate was so large, the men were able to do a lot of walking.
At the end of the tour they enjoyed the view from the seawall at the edge of the cliff close to the house. The surf pounded against the rocks, wild and sparkling as the deep sapphire-blue was tipped with foam.
“I suppose the water’s freezing,” Ollie said.
“This time of year it’s pretty cold but not unbearable,” Bruce replied with a smile.
“Yeah, not unbearable if you’re a polar bear,” Lex quipped.
Chuckles all around, then they headed back to the house.
“Good thing for this extensive walk.” Hal patted his stomach. “Your butler’s cooking is superb.”
“Thank you.” Bruce smiled proudly at the compliment to Alfred and opened the kitchen door. “We also can offer you a fully-equipped gym. I’ll give you a tour before dinner.”
Alfred looked up as the men trooped through the kitchen. “Ah, gentlemen. Dinner will be served in an hour.”
“Very good, Alfred. This way, gentlemen.”
Bruce showed them the gym and sauna. “Please feel free to use it all at any time, day or night.”
“Could be good for an early-morning work-out tomorrow. Our meeting isn’t until ten,” Hal said.
“We can all go in together,” Bruce said.
“Sounds good to me.” Steve smiled.
Bruce and his guests went upstairs to dress for dinner. As Bruce entered his room, he was treated to the sight of a damp, naked Clark emerging from the bathroom, wet hair curling over his forehead.
Bruce’s smile was lascivious as he stepped forward, took hold of Clark’s face, and kissed him deeply.
When they broke apart, Clark’s eyes were sparkling. “What brought that on?”
“Oh, just enjoying my slave.” Bruce caressed Clark’s cheek. “Also, I’m pleased with your service so far.” Clark blushed at the praise. Bruce laughed gently. Clark’s shyness never ceased to delight him. “Get dressed and down to the kitchen. Alfred needs your help.”
“Yes, Master.” Clark was smiling now, pleased at Bruce’s good mood.
Bruce showered and dressed, thinking of logistics for later in the evening. He was enjoying playing Lord of the Manor, but he couldn’t neglect his other role, especially during Halloween Week.
& & & & & &
The dining room gleamed with the finest gold-trimmed china, the flowers fresh and aromatic surrounding a small pumpkin set on a golden tray in the center of the table. This time the tablecloth was of the snowiest white, the linen napkins a rich gold. Yellow candles were lit in gold candlesticks.
The chandelier’s lighting was low, orange/yellow nimbuses of light glowing from the candles in the windows, lending the scene a soft patina. As Bruce’s guests came in, they were impressed by the whole effect. As Steve took his seat, his eyes widened.
“Yes, it’s gold silverware,” Bruce said with a smile.
“Is this a fairy tale?”
The other men chuckled. “I agree with you, Steve,” said Hal. “We gentlemen of humbler background are going around with our eyes wide open!”
“Hey, the Queen family tableware doesn’t include gold!” protested Ollie with a laugh.
“Thats’ right, it’s platinum,” Bruce smirked. “Gentlemen, when we go to the Ball later this week, I’ll have Brendan drive the pumpkin to the front door and we can climb on in.”
“Will you provide fairy godmothers and glass slippers?”
“No, but I can provide some of the greatest food to rival Gotham’s finest restaurants, right here, right now.”
If any man also thought of the pleasure slave that could also be provided, no one said so.
Bruce doubted that any of his guests would think so, but even if they did nothing would come of it. He wasn’t about to order Clark to spread his legs for anyone but him, he thought with a touch of smugness and a whole lot of protective possessiveness.
& & & & & &
Out in the kitchen, Clark and Alfred were working seamlessly to serve dinner. Clark was still nervous about his role, but Alfred was quietly confident that he would do just fine.
“Soup,” Alfred said.
Clark helped him ladle out the French onion broth, steaming-hot and smelling delicious. Clark’s stomach rumbled but there would be no food for him or Alfred until after the Master and his guests were finished.
“Yes?” Clark carefully set the bowls on the serving tray. He looked up at the butler.
“When you get back, I have some rolls for you.”
Clark’s face wreathed in a smile. “Thanks, Alfred.”
He took the tray after adding a basket of warm bread to it and headed toward the dining room.
Clark was thankful that he wasn’t shaky this evening. What kind of disaster would it be to spill the soup? He concentrated on keeping perfect balance as he left the kitchen.
“…really, does it matter who runs for President anymore?” Bruce was saying as Clark entered the diving room. “The Federal Republic is dead. There are no more ‘Feds’, just ‘Govs’.”
“So the political process is a sham?” asked Lex in the tone of , ‘Shocking, just shocking!’ His pale blue eyes sparkled.
Bruce snorted. “Of course!”
“Corruption rules,” Ollie agreed as he picked up his soup spoon after Clark set the bowl in front of him.
“Gotham invented the concept.” Bruce drank his wine as his guests were served first.
“Well, D.C. might give you a run for your money.” Steve smiled his thanks at Clark as he received his soup.
“True.” Bruce took a roll out of the basket and offered the basket to Ollie on his right. “Everything’s so big now, and we’re just a cog in the Galactic scheme of things.”
“Empires don’t like individuality.”
“So why does the Government allow festivities like what we’re enjoying in Gotham?” Hal asked as he buttered a roll.
“Bread ‘n’ circuses,” Bruce said as steaming soup was set in front of him.
Clark returned to the kitchen, picking up the roll Alfred had set aside for him.
“Everything all right in there?”
“Yes.” Clark quickly buttered the bread. “They’re talking politics.”
“Ah, always edifying.”
Clark smiled. “Aren’t you going to eat something?”
“I’m not hungry. Besides,” the butler winked, “I don’t need to keep my strength up for later in the evening.”
Clark blushed. He enjoyed the taste of the freshly-baked bread as he set out the salad plates.
By the time the entrée was ready, Clark had eaten another roll and several crackers. He finished stacking the used plates by the sink. Such fine china had to be hand-washed instead of being placed in a turbowash.
“Your usual fine job, Alfred,” said Clark as he helped fill the plates with roast chicken, baby-sized vegetables and whipped potatoes with chives.
“Well, tomorrow will be French, so I thought American cooking would suit tonight.”
“Flawless as usual.”
Alfred beamed at the compliment. “Off with you now.”
& & & & & &
Back in the dining room, Bruce was saying, “I hope the information left in your rooms helps you decide what you’d like to see. We got the Halloween Week schedule right off the website, and there’s the more usual things like the Amazon exhibit at the Art Museum, or the series of plays at the Globe Theater…”
Clark carefully set the plates before each man, proud of the quality of Alfred’s cooking and the royal place settings. Wayne Manor was showing her magnificence tonight.
And Bruce was the regal Lord of the Manor, gracious and charming and a generous host. Clark felt a surge of love and pride for his beautiful Master.
“Yes, call my chauffeur anytime. Brendan is on call 24/7 this week. He’ll have next week off in compensation.”
Bruce’s eyes met Clark’s, and the two shared a smile.
Clark returned to the kitchen, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the Manor’s heating system.
Alfred smiled upon seeing him. “Everything going smoothly?”
Clark smiled in reply. “Perfectly.”