Fic: A Bat And His Little Bird VII: Hold Back The Gloom (1/1)
Title: A Bat And His Little Bird (Year One) VII: Hold Back The Gloom (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce, Wee!Dick, Alfred
Series Notes: While I love my slashy boys, I do love to write them early in their careers, when Dick is just Wee!Dick and even more adorable, if that’s possible! :) Also, Bruce teaches Dick a lot, but learns some things himself. Stories of their first year together will be gathered under this series title. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Fluff, Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: On a gloomy winter’s day, Bruce finds sunlight.
Date Of Completion: February 6, 2020
Date Of Posting: February 18, 2020
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 400
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Hold back the gloom.
Let the flowers bloom.
Let in the light,
Make darkness bright.
Roland Ashworth
"Let The Children Sing"
1896 C.E.
The sea reflected the gray January skies as snow coated the grounds of Wayne Manor. The snow in Gotham was dirty, but then, except for the first few seconds of the first snowfall, it was always dirty. Out here at least one could breathe fresh air and see pristine snow.
Crows cawed incessantly, sounding as if hundreds were hiding in the surrounding trees. The Manor loomed up, dripping with gloom on this bleak afternoon.
The owner of the Manor entered through the front door, putting his briefcase on the foyer’s pier table. The shadows enveloped him in whisper-soft folds. The shadows were always a source of comfort to him.
He suddenly heard childish chatter and a measured British voice. He was drawn to the sounds, walking toward the kitchen. Light spilled out from the kitchen into the hallway, along with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. He stepped into the doorway.
Dick was sitting on a stool by the counter, happily eating a warm cookie. Alfred was sliding a baking sheet filled with cookie dough into the oven.
“Bruce!” Dick’s face lit up as he saw his mentor. “Come on, have a cookie.”
“Yes, Master Bruce, do come in.”
Bruce hesitated. The shadows pressed behind him, cool and safe. Dick finished off his cookie and took another one, swinging his legs leisurely. Alfred turned on the oven timer.
“Have a seat at the table, sir.”
Bruce felt a sense of longing as the shadows caressed him, whispering their siren song of comfort and safety. He looked at Dick’s smiling face while Alfred placed a plate of warm cookies and a glass of cold buttermilk on the table.
Bruce stepped inside the kitchen and took off his black coat and hung it up on a hook. He sat down at the table and Dick slid off the stool and joined him, carrying his plate and glass.
Bruce bit into a chocolate chip cookie. The chocolate was gooey and the cookie dough was firm, always the way Alfred made them.
“Oatmeal raisin tomorrow, eh, Master Dick?”
“Awesome, Alfred!”
Bruce looked out the kitchen window. The day was still gray and gloomy. Here in the kitchen, the brightness held back the gloom.
He could get used to this.
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This story can also be read on AO3.
This entry has been cross-posted from Dreamwidth. Comment on either entry as you wish. :)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce, Wee!Dick, Alfred
Series Notes: While I love my slashy boys, I do love to write them early in their careers, when Dick is just Wee!Dick and even more adorable, if that’s possible! :) Also, Bruce teaches Dick a lot, but learns some things himself. Stories of their first year together will be gathered under this series title. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Fluff, Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: On a gloomy winter’s day, Bruce finds sunlight.
Date Of Completion: February 6, 2020
Date Of Posting: February 18, 2020
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 400
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Hold back the gloom.
Let the flowers bloom.
Let in the light,
Make darkness bright.
Roland Ashworth
"Let The Children Sing"
1896 C.E.
The sea reflected the gray January skies as snow coated the grounds of Wayne Manor. The snow in Gotham was dirty, but then, except for the first few seconds of the first snowfall, it was always dirty. Out here at least one could breathe fresh air and see pristine snow.
Crows cawed incessantly, sounding as if hundreds were hiding in the surrounding trees. The Manor loomed up, dripping with gloom on this bleak afternoon.
The owner of the Manor entered through the front door, putting his briefcase on the foyer’s pier table. The shadows enveloped him in whisper-soft folds. The shadows were always a source of comfort to him.
He suddenly heard childish chatter and a measured British voice. He was drawn to the sounds, walking toward the kitchen. Light spilled out from the kitchen into the hallway, along with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. He stepped into the doorway.
Dick was sitting on a stool by the counter, happily eating a warm cookie. Alfred was sliding a baking sheet filled with cookie dough into the oven.
“Bruce!” Dick’s face lit up as he saw his mentor. “Come on, have a cookie.”
“Yes, Master Bruce, do come in.”
Bruce hesitated. The shadows pressed behind him, cool and safe. Dick finished off his cookie and took another one, swinging his legs leisurely. Alfred turned on the oven timer.
“Have a seat at the table, sir.”
Bruce felt a sense of longing as the shadows caressed him, whispering their siren song of comfort and safety. He looked at Dick’s smiling face while Alfred placed a plate of warm cookies and a glass of cold buttermilk on the table.
Bruce stepped inside the kitchen and took off his black coat and hung it up on a hook. He sat down at the table and Dick slid off the stool and joined him, carrying his plate and glass.
Bruce bit into a chocolate chip cookie. The chocolate was gooey and the cookie dough was firm, always the way Alfred made them.
“Oatmeal raisin tomorrow, eh, Master Dick?”
“Awesome, Alfred!”
Bruce looked out the kitchen window. The day was still gray and gloomy. Here in the kitchen, the brightness held back the gloom.
He could get used to this.
reliablecounter blog
This story can also be read on AO3.
This entry has been cross-posted from Dreamwidth. Comment on either entry as you wish. :)