Fic: Transformation (DCU - Bruce/Dick) 1/4
Written for bradygirl_12's 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge as well as for bradygirl_12's birthday! ^_^ Happy birthday, hon! :D
Title: Transformation
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: PG-13 (this part) - subsequent parts will be up to NC-17
Warning: Cheesy Clichéd Romance ^_~
Word Count: 811
Summary: Dick has a Halloween surprise for Bruce.
Prompts: Apples, Pumpkin Pie, Black, Red, Candles, Incense, Costumes, Zatanna, Bats (duh! :p), Black Silk, Gotham, the Present (more or less). I admit, I took some liberties with the prompts. ^_~
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: 2 or 3 more parts to follow in the next few days! ^_^ Also, my first time writing Bruce/Dick. Please be gentle! :p
Transformation - Part 1
With tiny bats dancing in his stomach, Dick glanced at the clock. Ten till two. By now, Bruce would be on his way back to the Manor after a long night of battling the evils of party-goers dressed like the Joker, Two-Face, and worse, the Scarecrow. He would be exhausted for sure, but at least he'd had Tim for backup. The youngest Robin would have insisted that they get back by two AM after the long Halloween night, which, from what Dick had heard from Oracle, had been thankfully uneventful.
For now the preparations for a relaxing night in were complete, and Dick could only wait for Bruce to get back, pacing a little with a nervous smile playing on his lips. It wasn't every night he was able to call in a few favors to pamper his lover, after all.
* * * * *
Pulling the Batmobile into the cave and parking it, Batman shut off the engine, scowling - as per his usual - and climbed out of the car, Tim exiting the passenger side. “If I have to deal with another jack-ass pretending to set off smoke bombs of Joker venom, I swear I'll―”
“Chill, Bruce,” Robin cut him off, following him up the stairs from the Cave to the Manor. “They were harmless. Not like they meant anyone any harm.”
“Hmph,” the older man replied, stripping off his cowl and cape before passing through the narrow doorway behind the old grandfather clock in the library - and stopping dead in his tracks.
The Manor was awash with comforting aromas, from apples to pumpkin to squash, and... is that incense?
“Hey, smells good in here! I wonder what Alfred has going in the kitchen,” Tim said, before slipping away down the hall.
Cocking his head in slight confusion and suspicion, Bruce made his way upstairs, where he was met with the sound of music emanating from his suite. What the―?
Slowly, he stepped to his door and nudged it open.
The scene he discovered was nothing he had been prepared for, especially not after the insanity he'd had to deal with tonight. High above the perimeter of the room, lit pillar candles flickered, floating in midair, casting subtle shadows over everything. The bed had been made in black silk sheets and turned down for the evening, scattered with the darkest red rose petals Bruce had ever seen.
The music, as it turned out, was Loreena McKennitt. "All Soul's Night", if he wasn't mistaken. Ironic choice, he noted darkly.
The air of anise and sandalwood incense was even stronger here, mixed with the unmistakable aroma of pumpkin pie spices, and simply breathing in the warm scents had the muscles in Bruce's neck beginning to relax, if only marginally.
But the Bat was still on his guard. He hadn't had a guest here in months, and with Dick off to spend Halloween in Metropolis - of all places - he should have come home to an empty bedroom. This just... didn't make sense. Stepping carefully into the room, he dropped his cowl and cape on a chair and rounded the king-sized bed toward the bathroom to see if it, too, was done up like a cheesy gothic romance novel.
Sure enough... Candles hung in the air around the otherwise dark room, casting their soft shadows on the marble and tile, and the over-sized jacuzzi tub was filled with steaming water, the bath drawn and ready for an occupant.
He had to admit it looked inviting; the quick shower he'd counted on just didn't seem quite right now.
“Happy Samhain. You like it?”
Bruce whirled on the sudden voice, recognition sending a surprised tingle down his spine. “Dick!”
“In the flesh,” the younger man grinned, leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed over his chest, clad only in a towel tucked around his waist. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint in the candlelight, peeking through errant locks of dark hair.
“I thought you were in Metropolis,” Bruce frowned, coming forward to wrap his arms around his lover.
“Heh. Some things still manage to fly under your radar.” Returning the firm hug, Dick leaned up to kiss Bruce lightly. “Favor from Oracle. She owed me one.”
Still frowning with a furrowed brow, Bruce pressed for more with a grumble that came out more like a purr, “And the candles?”
“Zatanna owed me one, too. Or, she owed Clark one. He just passed it on to me.”
Shaking his head again as he released Dick, Bruce returned his own wicked grin, “You know I'm going to have to get you back for this?”
“Oh, I'm counting on it,” Dick smiled again, reaching for Bruce's utility belt to remove it. “But for now, let's get that Gotham grime off of you so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
* * * * *
Part 2
Title: Transformation
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: PG-13 (this part) - subsequent parts will be up to NC-17
Warning: Cheesy Clichéd Romance ^_~
Word Count: 811
Summary: Dick has a Halloween surprise for Bruce.
Prompts: Apples, Pumpkin Pie, Black, Red, Candles, Incense, Costumes, Zatanna, Bats (duh! :p), Black Silk, Gotham, the Present (more or less). I admit, I took some liberties with the prompts. ^_~
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: 2 or 3 more parts to follow in the next few days! ^_^ Also, my first time writing Bruce/Dick. Please be gentle! :p
Transformation - Part 1
With tiny bats dancing in his stomach, Dick glanced at the clock. Ten till two. By now, Bruce would be on his way back to the Manor after a long night of battling the evils of party-goers dressed like the Joker, Two-Face, and worse, the Scarecrow. He would be exhausted for sure, but at least he'd had Tim for backup. The youngest Robin would have insisted that they get back by two AM after the long Halloween night, which, from what Dick had heard from Oracle, had been thankfully uneventful.
For now the preparations for a relaxing night in were complete, and Dick could only wait for Bruce to get back, pacing a little with a nervous smile playing on his lips. It wasn't every night he was able to call in a few favors to pamper his lover, after all.
* * * * *
Pulling the Batmobile into the cave and parking it, Batman shut off the engine, scowling - as per his usual - and climbed out of the car, Tim exiting the passenger side. “If I have to deal with another jack-ass pretending to set off smoke bombs of Joker venom, I swear I'll―”
“Chill, Bruce,” Robin cut him off, following him up the stairs from the Cave to the Manor. “They were harmless. Not like they meant anyone any harm.”
“Hmph,” the older man replied, stripping off his cowl and cape before passing through the narrow doorway behind the old grandfather clock in the library - and stopping dead in his tracks.
The Manor was awash with comforting aromas, from apples to pumpkin to squash, and... is that incense?
“Hey, smells good in here! I wonder what Alfred has going in the kitchen,” Tim said, before slipping away down the hall.
Cocking his head in slight confusion and suspicion, Bruce made his way upstairs, where he was met with the sound of music emanating from his suite. What the―?
Slowly, he stepped to his door and nudged it open.
The scene he discovered was nothing he had been prepared for, especially not after the insanity he'd had to deal with tonight. High above the perimeter of the room, lit pillar candles flickered, floating in midair, casting subtle shadows over everything. The bed had been made in black silk sheets and turned down for the evening, scattered with the darkest red rose petals Bruce had ever seen.
The music, as it turned out, was Loreena McKennitt. "All Soul's Night", if he wasn't mistaken. Ironic choice, he noted darkly.
The air of anise and sandalwood incense was even stronger here, mixed with the unmistakable aroma of pumpkin pie spices, and simply breathing in the warm scents had the muscles in Bruce's neck beginning to relax, if only marginally.
But the Bat was still on his guard. He hadn't had a guest here in months, and with Dick off to spend Halloween in Metropolis - of all places - he should have come home to an empty bedroom. This just... didn't make sense. Stepping carefully into the room, he dropped his cowl and cape on a chair and rounded the king-sized bed toward the bathroom to see if it, too, was done up like a cheesy gothic romance novel.
Sure enough... Candles hung in the air around the otherwise dark room, casting their soft shadows on the marble and tile, and the over-sized jacuzzi tub was filled with steaming water, the bath drawn and ready for an occupant.
He had to admit it looked inviting; the quick shower he'd counted on just didn't seem quite right now.
“Happy Samhain. You like it?”
Bruce whirled on the sudden voice, recognition sending a surprised tingle down his spine. “Dick!”
“In the flesh,” the younger man grinned, leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed over his chest, clad only in a towel tucked around his waist. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint in the candlelight, peeking through errant locks of dark hair.
“I thought you were in Metropolis,” Bruce frowned, coming forward to wrap his arms around his lover.
“Heh. Some things still manage to fly under your radar.” Returning the firm hug, Dick leaned up to kiss Bruce lightly. “Favor from Oracle. She owed me one.”
Still frowning with a furrowed brow, Bruce pressed for more with a grumble that came out more like a purr, “And the candles?”
“Zatanna owed me one, too. Or, she owed Clark one. He just passed it on to me.”
Shaking his head again as he released Dick, Bruce returned his own wicked grin, “You know I'm going to have to get you back for this?”
“Oh, I'm counting on it,” Dick smiled again, reaching for Bruce's utility belt to remove it. “But for now, let's get that Gotham grime off of you so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
* * * * *
Part 2