Fic - Slippery When Wet Part 16, Bruce/Dick, PG-13
Another fairly short part so I can bring the story round to where I want it!
Hope people like.
On to part 16, where Oracle checks in.
Title: Slippery When Wet 16/?
Series: DC-U
Pairings: Bruce / Dick
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from the DC-U. I only own my own imagination and the characters it spews forth. No money is made from indulging myself in fantasy.
SLIPPERY WHEN WET
Part Sixteen
It was too quiet, Barbara looked at the screens around her and felt a cold wave prickle over her skin - silence on the comms was not a good sign; occasionally the phenomenon indicated a quiet night - but when Dick and Tim were together, no chatter meant big problems.
Her camera network in Bludhaven was still in its infancy, with barely a third of the trouble hot-spots covered; she’d dedicated most of her time - and her hardware to the streets of Gotham, and it left her feeling disadvantaged - her family was out there, and she needed to know what was happening.
Still, she consoled herself with the thought that some coverage was better than none, and typed in the commands that would bring up the available information on the bank of monitors before her.
Above her head, a small warning light flashed, and she hurriedly diverted her attention to Gotham’s church spire, her hand automatically going to her headset - ready to call one of her girls should there be a threat. Instead, her breath whooshed out of her as her jaw dropped open and her heart sunk deep into the pit of her stomach - the blurred image caught by the aerial proximity camera had been automatically cleaned up to reveal Superman, his arms weighed down with the limp figure of Dick.
Slapping her hand down on the comms, she cycled across the open channels and tried to make connect, “B this is O - come in B. I repeat, B this is O - come in B.” she could feel her chest tighten as nothing but static came across the line, “B this is O,” her voice rose a pitch, it wasn’t often she resented the life Joker had forced upon her - but as she sat on useless limbs, alone but for her gadgets - she cursed the deranged man over and over again - if she had still been Batgirl, she could have been out there; she would have been a part of the action - and more importantly, would know what was going on, “B this is O - come in PLEASE.”
Finally, a dark spine-chilling voice whispered into her ear, “B here, what is it?”
“N was just removed overhead by S - can you confirm?”
“Correct. Is that all?”
She shivered - the Batman was buckled down emotionally most of the time - but this time she couldn’t detect any feeling other than hatred in his voice, “Can you apprise me of the situation.”
“N was … injured by one of the targets. Two of them have been restrained, N is with S and I’m on my way to the Bank to rendezvous with R, SB and possibly RH.”
“Understood,” she called up the schematics of the city and the blue-prints of the bank, “I’ll contact R and SB to get an update from their end - keep this line open and I’ll relay asap - O out.”
She cut the line before he could to tell her otherwise. Dick needed her to make sure Bruce didn’t do something stupid - of that she was certain; and to even have a hope of a chance, she needed information.
Hurriedly switching the lines, she flipped the patches that allowed her access to the Titans communicators, “R this is O, I need a status update - ASAP.”
“A little bit busy right now,” Robin’s voice was harsh and raspy as it came through, barely audible over the sounds of fighting and destruction, “Can it wait?”
“No,” she answered curtly and switched the voice modulation off - she needed Robin to know just how serious the situation was, “N was taken down by one of the Meta’s - B called in S, so it’s serious - he’s taken N to his HQ, and B’s gone into lock-down.”
“Shit,” was Robin’s succinct response, “Send B to look for SB - he was supposed to take an injured woman to the hospital - he hasn’t found his way back, and RH managed to beat out the name of the assassin in charge tonight.”
“Good idea,” O opened the link and connected to Batman so he could hear as well, “B - this is O and R, SB is MIA we think he’s been delayed by the co-ordinator of tonight’s attack.”
“Understood,” Batman’s voice rumbled down the line, “R - who am I seeking?”
“Deathstroke.”
Far above on the roof top, Deathstroke felt a cold wave course through his veins.
END PART SIXTEEN
Hope people like.
On to part 16, where Oracle checks in.
Title: Slippery When Wet 16/?
Series: DC-U
Pairings: Bruce / Dick
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from the DC-U. I only own my own imagination and the characters it spews forth. No money is made from indulging myself in fantasy.
SLIPPERY WHEN WET
Part Sixteen
It was too quiet, Barbara looked at the screens around her and felt a cold wave prickle over her skin - silence on the comms was not a good sign; occasionally the phenomenon indicated a quiet night - but when Dick and Tim were together, no chatter meant big problems.
Her camera network in Bludhaven was still in its infancy, with barely a third of the trouble hot-spots covered; she’d dedicated most of her time - and her hardware to the streets of Gotham, and it left her feeling disadvantaged - her family was out there, and she needed to know what was happening.
Still, she consoled herself with the thought that some coverage was better than none, and typed in the commands that would bring up the available information on the bank of monitors before her.
Above her head, a small warning light flashed, and she hurriedly diverted her attention to Gotham’s church spire, her hand automatically going to her headset - ready to call one of her girls should there be a threat. Instead, her breath whooshed out of her as her jaw dropped open and her heart sunk deep into the pit of her stomach - the blurred image caught by the aerial proximity camera had been automatically cleaned up to reveal Superman, his arms weighed down with the limp figure of Dick.
Slapping her hand down on the comms, she cycled across the open channels and tried to make connect, “B this is O - come in B. I repeat, B this is O - come in B.” she could feel her chest tighten as nothing but static came across the line, “B this is O,” her voice rose a pitch, it wasn’t often she resented the life Joker had forced upon her - but as she sat on useless limbs, alone but for her gadgets - she cursed the deranged man over and over again - if she had still been Batgirl, she could have been out there; she would have been a part of the action - and more importantly, would know what was going on, “B this is O - come in PLEASE.”
Finally, a dark spine-chilling voice whispered into her ear, “B here, what is it?”
“N was just removed overhead by S - can you confirm?”
“Correct. Is that all?”
She shivered - the Batman was buckled down emotionally most of the time - but this time she couldn’t detect any feeling other than hatred in his voice, “Can you apprise me of the situation.”
“N was … injured by one of the targets. Two of them have been restrained, N is with S and I’m on my way to the Bank to rendezvous with R, SB and possibly RH.”
“Understood,” she called up the schematics of the city and the blue-prints of the bank, “I’ll contact R and SB to get an update from their end - keep this line open and I’ll relay asap - O out.”
She cut the line before he could to tell her otherwise. Dick needed her to make sure Bruce didn’t do something stupid - of that she was certain; and to even have a hope of a chance, she needed information.
Hurriedly switching the lines, she flipped the patches that allowed her access to the Titans communicators, “R this is O, I need a status update - ASAP.”
“A little bit busy right now,” Robin’s voice was harsh and raspy as it came through, barely audible over the sounds of fighting and destruction, “Can it wait?”
“No,” she answered curtly and switched the voice modulation off - she needed Robin to know just how serious the situation was, “N was taken down by one of the Meta’s - B called in S, so it’s serious - he’s taken N to his HQ, and B’s gone into lock-down.”
“Shit,” was Robin’s succinct response, “Send B to look for SB - he was supposed to take an injured woman to the hospital - he hasn’t found his way back, and RH managed to beat out the name of the assassin in charge tonight.”
“Good idea,” O opened the link and connected to Batman so he could hear as well, “B - this is O and R, SB is MIA we think he’s been delayed by the co-ordinator of tonight’s attack.”
“Understood,” Batman’s voice rumbled down the line, “R - who am I seeking?”
“Deathstroke.”
Far above on the roof top, Deathstroke felt a cold wave course through his veins.
END PART SIXTEEN