Fic: Ybab Cigam 3/? - Bruce/Dick, Kon/Tim, Lex/Clark - PG.
Title: Ybab Cigam - Part Three
Series: DC-U
Pairings: Bruce x Dick, Tim x Kon, Lex x Clark
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Fluff, Idiocy.
Disclaimer: I own my brain and the stories it creates. DC and many others own the characters that I play with - as such, no money is made and much time is wasted.
YBAB CIGAM.
Part Three.
Bruce woke to an empty bed, and immediately sat up. Forcing his eyes to focus, he stared around him - trying to work out where Dick had gone. He relaxed as he heard the toilet flush and the bathroom light click off, “Dick?”
“Here Bwuce.”
“You were gone,” Bruce didn’t like night time - night time was dark and scary and full of strange noises; it made him feel little and afraid, “I woke up and you were gone.” His eyes started to water despite himself and he tried to hold the need to sob back.
The bed dipped next to him and by the light of the nightlight he could just make out Dick’s huge eyes staring into his, worry creasing his little face, “M Sorry Bwuce. Won’ do it ‘gain.”
“Pwomise?” Bruce’s voice went really little as he felt a little tear slip free and trickle down his cheek.
Dick saw it, and immediately started to cry, “I pwomise, I never do it ‘gain - don’ cwy Bwuce!”
Upset that his upset had caused Dick to be upset, Bruce pulled the little boy into a tight embrace, “Its okay - love you - love you soooo much.”
“Lub you too,” Dick dried his tears and then using his pyjama top, carefully dried Bruce’s, “Lub you more than anyone!”
“Pinkie pwomise?” Bruce solemnly held up his hand, little finger jutting upwards.
“Yep - pwomise, lub Bwuce and neber leave! Now you.”
“Love you,” Bruce tightened his cuddle and kissed Dick’s chubby cheek, “Love only you and never going away. Love you forever!”
“Good.” Dick returned the kiss and shifted until Bruce relented and lay back down, “Night Bwuce.”
“Night Dick.”
She was cold and scared, and her belly was still rumbling. She’d been lucky the day before, she’d let the monkey out of his cage and he’d shared a banana with her. But now there was no food or drink left, and the room was beginning to smell where she’d needed to go loo in the corner.
“Let me out!” she banged her little hands against the wall, “LET ME OUT!”
“Kara?”
Her eyes widened as she heard her name, “Who’s there?”
“Lex … and Barbara, are you alright?”
“I’m stuck!” she whined, stress and fear taking its toll, “I’m stuck and I’m hungry and I want… and I want… I want to go home!
“We’re working on it - just hold on,” Lex didn’t really get on with Supergirl at the best of times, but it pained even him to hear the little girl dissolve into tears and wracking sobs, “Ms. Gordon,” he turned to his companion as she rolled up next to him, “Stay here and talk to her - I’m going to go … interface… with the A.I.”
Damn, damn and double damn, they’d found his lair.
The man watched from his hide away as the League members tore through his belongings - trying to discover the magic he’d woven.
“You won’t find it there,” he murmured softly, “I keep that information up here,” he tapped the side of his head.
“This isn’t good…” one of them was saying something to another, “We know who he is - but not where, or what he used - or if he’ll do it again.”
“Oh I’ll do it again alright,” a manic giggle escaped his lips as he hurried back down the hatch and into the sewers - it was only a matter of time now before they caught him, and he had to do as much damage as possible before they did - otherwise it would all be for nothing, and his employer would not be happy - he had to get to his next targets.
Somewhere in the distance, a streak of red sneezed.
Tim woke to the feeling of breathlessness and pressure, his limbs trapped against the mattress with the force of what felt like a truck. Squirming made his ribs hurt, but he managed to wiggle upwards enough to see what had got past his guard and pinned him down.
Kon was fast asleep, spread eagle across his chest, and Clark was wrapped about his leg - hugging it like a teddy. He flushed with embarrassment - he’d gone to sleep in just his boxers, and now was covered in de-aged Superhero.
“Kon?” he called softly, not wanting to startle a boy who had a tendency to flail, and the ability to smash large holes in buildings, “Kon? Wake up.”
“Mmmm don’ wanna,” Kon turned a little, releasing Tim’s right arm. The sudden influx of blood made it cramp and tingle; Tim gritted his teeth and closed his eyes - willing the prickling to subside quickly.
“Come on Kon,” he wiggled his fingers until the feeling returned, then ran them through the boy’s silky soft hair, “It’s time to get up.”
“Nuuuuoooo,” the sleepy whine would have been adorable had Kon’s new position not been putting an extreme amount of pressure on his bladder.
“Kon.” He used his ‘Robin’ voice and it worked as it always did - the little Titan snapped upright and blinked at him.
Bracing himself, Tim could see the moment Kon really woke up and launched at him with a delighted squeal.
J’ohn was getting ready for his first shift off since the magic had happened, when he felt it - a strong feeling skittering across his brain, bringing with it a disturbing plan.
Pulling his rumpled clothes back on, he hurriedly flipped open his comms and broadcast his message to the whole league, “People - the Magician is close, be careful - his next targets,” the words nearly stuck in his throat - so terrifying was the prospect, “His next targets are the Speedsters, specifically Flash and… and Impulse…”
And although most of the heroes were down on the planet, he could almost feel the terror THAT idea induced.
Dick was huddled in a little ball under the table. His stomach hurt, and no matter how many times Bruce rubbed his belly, or gave him drinks - nothing was stopping it.
He wanted to go find Alfie and tell, but he’d promised Bruce that he wouldn’t - that he’d stay put and wait for him to come back.
He wasn’t even sure where his friend had gone - but he knew that Bruce wouldn’t have left him without a good reason, Bruce loved him - he’d told him so too.
Trying hard not to think about it, he lay his head down on the pillow Bruce had given him, and screwed his eyes up tight.
END PART 3
Series: DC-U
Pairings: Bruce x Dick, Tim x Kon, Lex x Clark
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Fluff, Idiocy.
Disclaimer: I own my brain and the stories it creates. DC and many others own the characters that I play with - as such, no money is made and much time is wasted.
YBAB CIGAM.
Part Three.
Bruce woke to an empty bed, and immediately sat up. Forcing his eyes to focus, he stared around him - trying to work out where Dick had gone. He relaxed as he heard the toilet flush and the bathroom light click off, “Dick?”
“Here Bwuce.”
“You were gone,” Bruce didn’t like night time - night time was dark and scary and full of strange noises; it made him feel little and afraid, “I woke up and you were gone.” His eyes started to water despite himself and he tried to hold the need to sob back.
The bed dipped next to him and by the light of the nightlight he could just make out Dick’s huge eyes staring into his, worry creasing his little face, “M Sorry Bwuce. Won’ do it ‘gain.”
“Pwomise?” Bruce’s voice went really little as he felt a little tear slip free and trickle down his cheek.
Dick saw it, and immediately started to cry, “I pwomise, I never do it ‘gain - don’ cwy Bwuce!”
Upset that his upset had caused Dick to be upset, Bruce pulled the little boy into a tight embrace, “Its okay - love you - love you soooo much.”
“Lub you too,” Dick dried his tears and then using his pyjama top, carefully dried Bruce’s, “Lub you more than anyone!”
“Pinkie pwomise?” Bruce solemnly held up his hand, little finger jutting upwards.
“Yep - pwomise, lub Bwuce and neber leave! Now you.”
“Love you,” Bruce tightened his cuddle and kissed Dick’s chubby cheek, “Love only you and never going away. Love you forever!”
“Good.” Dick returned the kiss and shifted until Bruce relented and lay back down, “Night Bwuce.”
“Night Dick.”
She was cold and scared, and her belly was still rumbling. She’d been lucky the day before, she’d let the monkey out of his cage and he’d shared a banana with her. But now there was no food or drink left, and the room was beginning to smell where she’d needed to go loo in the corner.
“Let me out!” she banged her little hands against the wall, “LET ME OUT!”
“Kara?”
Her eyes widened as she heard her name, “Who’s there?”
“Lex … and Barbara, are you alright?”
“I’m stuck!” she whined, stress and fear taking its toll, “I’m stuck and I’m hungry and I want… and I want… I want to go home!
“We’re working on it - just hold on,” Lex didn’t really get on with Supergirl at the best of times, but it pained even him to hear the little girl dissolve into tears and wracking sobs, “Ms. Gordon,” he turned to his companion as she rolled up next to him, “Stay here and talk to her - I’m going to go … interface… with the A.I.”
Damn, damn and double damn, they’d found his lair.
The man watched from his hide away as the League members tore through his belongings - trying to discover the magic he’d woven.
“You won’t find it there,” he murmured softly, “I keep that information up here,” he tapped the side of his head.
“This isn’t good…” one of them was saying something to another, “We know who he is - but not where, or what he used - or if he’ll do it again.”
“Oh I’ll do it again alright,” a manic giggle escaped his lips as he hurried back down the hatch and into the sewers - it was only a matter of time now before they caught him, and he had to do as much damage as possible before they did - otherwise it would all be for nothing, and his employer would not be happy - he had to get to his next targets.
Somewhere in the distance, a streak of red sneezed.
Tim woke to the feeling of breathlessness and pressure, his limbs trapped against the mattress with the force of what felt like a truck. Squirming made his ribs hurt, but he managed to wiggle upwards enough to see what had got past his guard and pinned him down.
Kon was fast asleep, spread eagle across his chest, and Clark was wrapped about his leg - hugging it like a teddy. He flushed with embarrassment - he’d gone to sleep in just his boxers, and now was covered in de-aged Superhero.
“Kon?” he called softly, not wanting to startle a boy who had a tendency to flail, and the ability to smash large holes in buildings, “Kon? Wake up.”
“Mmmm don’ wanna,” Kon turned a little, releasing Tim’s right arm. The sudden influx of blood made it cramp and tingle; Tim gritted his teeth and closed his eyes - willing the prickling to subside quickly.
“Come on Kon,” he wiggled his fingers until the feeling returned, then ran them through the boy’s silky soft hair, “It’s time to get up.”
“Nuuuuoooo,” the sleepy whine would have been adorable had Kon’s new position not been putting an extreme amount of pressure on his bladder.
“Kon.” He used his ‘Robin’ voice and it worked as it always did - the little Titan snapped upright and blinked at him.
Bracing himself, Tim could see the moment Kon really woke up and launched at him with a delighted squeal.
J’ohn was getting ready for his first shift off since the magic had happened, when he felt it - a strong feeling skittering across his brain, bringing with it a disturbing plan.
Pulling his rumpled clothes back on, he hurriedly flipped open his comms and broadcast his message to the whole league, “People - the Magician is close, be careful - his next targets,” the words nearly stuck in his throat - so terrifying was the prospect, “His next targets are the Speedsters, specifically Flash and… and Impulse…”
And although most of the heroes were down on the planet, he could almost feel the terror THAT idea induced.
Dick was huddled in a little ball under the table. His stomach hurt, and no matter how many times Bruce rubbed his belly, or gave him drinks - nothing was stopping it.
He wanted to go find Alfie and tell, but he’d promised Bruce that he wouldn’t - that he’d stay put and wait for him to come back.
He wasn’t even sure where his friend had gone - but he knew that Bruce wouldn’t have left him without a good reason, Bruce loved him - he’d told him so too.
Trying hard not to think about it, he lay his head down on the pillow Bruce had given him, and screwed his eyes up tight.
END PART 3