Snippet of a fic - advice sought!
Hi all, I started writing another snippet - but i'm a. not sure it's any good, and b. not sure if it needs any more to it.
I was hoping some kind people would have a read and tell me if it's worth doing anything with.
At the moment, it's PG, Bruce x Dick, Angst - but as long as the pairing stays the same, I'm open for suggestions in rating and content if people think it's worth taking further.
Sorry to be a pain, and thanks in advance!
"I can't give you what you want."
"I know ... but - just, can't I have tonight?"
"No."
Bruce sat in a plush armchair, staring moodily out of the window, watching thick black storm clouds roll out across Gotham central and bring freezing rain down onto the murky streets.
It was late - or early, he wasn't sure which, but his mind refused to settle and allow him sleep - and for once it wasn't the all consuming mission that taunted him; but his exchange with Nightwing when they'd patrolled earlier that evening.
They'd been bickering on and off for weeks, and finally the emotions between them had come to a head. Nightwing, Dick, had tried appealing to his feelings - and whilst it was true he dearly loved his former ward, it was equally true that he had no intention of acting upon it - ever.
"Can't I have tonight?"
The pain in those words still echoed inside him, uncomfortable and disquieting - so resigned to the fact that love was never to be his; it burned that he was causing Dick such pain - but he was sure it would only make things worse if he let go of his tight control and let him even further in - he'd lost the boy before; he couldn't risk it again.
I was hoping some kind people would have a read and tell me if it's worth doing anything with.
At the moment, it's PG, Bruce x Dick, Angst - but as long as the pairing stays the same, I'm open for suggestions in rating and content if people think it's worth taking further.
Sorry to be a pain, and thanks in advance!
"I can't give you what you want."
"I know ... but - just, can't I have tonight?"
"No."
Bruce sat in a plush armchair, staring moodily out of the window, watching thick black storm clouds roll out across Gotham central and bring freezing rain down onto the murky streets.
It was late - or early, he wasn't sure which, but his mind refused to settle and allow him sleep - and for once it wasn't the all consuming mission that taunted him; but his exchange with Nightwing when they'd patrolled earlier that evening.
They'd been bickering on and off for weeks, and finally the emotions between them had come to a head. Nightwing, Dick, had tried appealing to his feelings - and whilst it was true he dearly loved his former ward, it was equally true that he had no intention of acting upon it - ever.
"Can't I have tonight?"
The pain in those words still echoed inside him, uncomfortable and disquieting - so resigned to the fact that love was never to be his; it burned that he was causing Dick such pain - but he was sure it would only make things worse if he let go of his tight control and let him even further in - he'd lost the boy before; he couldn't risk it again.