Flight 04 [Batman]
Title: Flight
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Batman
Pairing: Nigma/Crane, slash
Main Characters: Edward Nigma, Jonathan Crane
There was pain. Edward knew that much. But whatever drugs Jonathan was pumping through his veins kept the pain a distant non-priority. It let him drift until his thoughts began to coalesce back together.
He opened his eyes and realized that he was coherent for the first time in who knew how long. For all he knew he could have been insensible for days if not weeks or months.
He gazed at where Jonathan stood in the doorway with his back to the room. He was talking into his phone, his voice low enough that Edward couldn't quite hear what he was saying. It was a murmur of sound, the rise and fall of a familiar cadence. It was soothing.
After listening to Jonathan speak for a while, it was a relief when he hung up the phone. He stayed in the doorway, his arms dropping to his sides. The phone hung from his right hand.
Edward had to clear his throat and his voice came out as a dull rasp, but his words were recognizable. "You came."
Jonathan whirled around, his expression lit with something that nearly made Edward flinch. His pulse beat loudly in his hears a few times before settling.
"Of course I came." Jonathan strode to the side of the bed. He tucked the cellphone in his trouser pocket and reached to take Edward's hand.
"Your hands are cold," Edward said. "You should take better care of yourself."
Jonathan laughed, though it sounded a bit like choking or tears that wouldn't come. "You're a fool. You nearly died."
"I knew you would save me," Edward said. He'd had hope at least. A mad need to believe that he was not going to die.
"What happened to you?" Jonathan leaned his hip against the side of the bed. He massaged his fingers into the meat of Edward's palm. "How were you attacked?"
Edward snorted a laugh that painfully choked off. He swallowed down a cough. "The Batman. He caught me unawares and seemed to be in quite a fury" was what he tried to say. But he couldn't be certain how clear his words sounded.
"Batman." Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Hm."
"What will you do?" Edward asked. It sounded more like "What wi' 'ou do?" but Jonathan seemed to understand.
"Don't worry. You rest." Jonathan ran his free hand through Edward's hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Back alley surgery isn't something you bounce back from so easily. Don't try to get up."
Edward might have objected -- he was free to do as he pleased -- but he realized that he was too tired to do much of anything.
He wanted to rest. It was his decision to close his eyes and relax under Jonathan's ministrations.
He drifted away with the knowledge that everything was going to be all right. Considering his current state of helplessness, he couldn't do anything else. He would allow himself to believe Jonathan would keep him safe.
As long as the Batman doesn't find me, he thought with an internal shudder.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Batman
Pairing: Nigma/Crane, slash
Main Characters: Edward Nigma, Jonathan Crane
There was pain. Edward knew that much. But whatever drugs Jonathan was pumping through his veins kept the pain a distant non-priority. It let him drift until his thoughts began to coalesce back together.
He opened his eyes and realized that he was coherent for the first time in who knew how long. For all he knew he could have been insensible for days if not weeks or months.
He gazed at where Jonathan stood in the doorway with his back to the room. He was talking into his phone, his voice low enough that Edward couldn't quite hear what he was saying. It was a murmur of sound, the rise and fall of a familiar cadence. It was soothing.
After listening to Jonathan speak for a while, it was a relief when he hung up the phone. He stayed in the doorway, his arms dropping to his sides. The phone hung from his right hand.
Edward had to clear his throat and his voice came out as a dull rasp, but his words were recognizable. "You came."
Jonathan whirled around, his expression lit with something that nearly made Edward flinch. His pulse beat loudly in his hears a few times before settling.
"Of course I came." Jonathan strode to the side of the bed. He tucked the cellphone in his trouser pocket and reached to take Edward's hand.
"Your hands are cold," Edward said. "You should take better care of yourself."
Jonathan laughed, though it sounded a bit like choking or tears that wouldn't come. "You're a fool. You nearly died."
"I knew you would save me," Edward said. He'd had hope at least. A mad need to believe that he was not going to die.
"What happened to you?" Jonathan leaned his hip against the side of the bed. He massaged his fingers into the meat of Edward's palm. "How were you attacked?"
Edward snorted a laugh that painfully choked off. He swallowed down a cough. "The Batman. He caught me unawares and seemed to be in quite a fury" was what he tried to say. But he couldn't be certain how clear his words sounded.
"Batman." Jonathan narrowed his eyes. "Hm."
"What will you do?" Edward asked. It sounded more like "What wi' 'ou do?" but Jonathan seemed to understand.
"Don't worry. You rest." Jonathan ran his free hand through Edward's hair, pushing it back from his forehead. "Back alley surgery isn't something you bounce back from so easily. Don't try to get up."
Edward might have objected -- he was free to do as he pleased -- but he realized that he was too tired to do much of anything.
He wanted to rest. It was his decision to close his eyes and relax under Jonathan's ministrations.
He drifted away with the knowledge that everything was going to be all right. Considering his current state of helplessness, he couldn't do anything else. He would allow himself to believe Jonathan would keep him safe.
As long as the Batman doesn't find me, he thought with an internal shudder.
TBC...