Fic: A Family Affair
Title: Georgian Nights: A Family Affair
Universe: Heavy Nolan with influences by others
Characters: Dr. Jonathan Crane, Bruce Wayne, Jeremiah Crane (Kid from the Narrows), Dick Greyson, random thugs
Pairing: Jonathan/Bruce
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence against criminals and teenagers
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: Two years after "Georgian Nights" ends, the WayneCrane family have a night out.
Notes: I couldn't help myself, this scene would not leave me alone until I wrote it.
Georgian Nights: A Family Affair
Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author Unknown
"It's cold,"
Bruce startled, though he tried not to show it, glancing out of the corner of his eye as best he could at the man crouched next to him on the roof of the warehouse they were staking out, before rolling his eyes. "It's in the thirties, idiot," he growled, shifting away as Jonathan edged closer, shivering in the breeze. "And you're not wearing a shirt."
"I thought you liked my new costume," Jonathan whispered with a smirk, grabbing a handful of Bruce's cape and tossing it cover his shoulders, all but hiding under the voluminous fabric, living his mask to better see the activity below.
"Doesn't mean it's the smartest thing to wear when it's snowing," Bruce countered.
"You two are really loud," a voice said behind them and both men jumped, turning to look at the pair emerging from the shadows. Richard handed Bruce his binoculars back, sitting on the edge of the roof, using his own cape to cover the bright red of his tunic.
"Holy shit don't do that!" Jonathan muttered, glaring, a hand pressed over his head. "Warning!"
"What, should I announce myself with a manic giggle like someone we know?"
"We could hear you across the street," Jeremiah agreed, kicking Richard's thigh for the 'manic giggling' comment as he peered at his father under the cape cum blanket, scratching at the raffia sticking out from his hat. "There's a van in the back of the warehouse, they're loading something, couldn't tell what as someone wouldn't share,"
Richard stuck out his tongue at his sort of brother before yawning, the late night catching up with him. "S'far as I could tell it was bundles of stuff," Richard said with a shrug. Could be drugs, could be used clothing for all I could see."
"I doubt it's clothing," Jonathan muttered, pouting when Bruce took his cape back. "We're moving aren't we? I just got warm!"
Bruce rolled his eyes and jumped off the roof, cape expanding into a glider as he aimed for the street. Richard followed with his grappling gun, swinging across the street, leaving the two "villains" behind.
"Show offs," Jonathan muttered, sliding back down his mask before wrapping an arm around Jeremiah's waist, holding the boy close as he used a grappling hook he stole from the Bat-Cave to repel down the wall, annoyed that the other two started the party without them.
The pair joined the rest of their family in the warehouse, Jonathan kicking out at a drug dealer who had been bolting for the door while Jeremiah maced a dog that had been leaping at him. Jonathan kept one eye on his son as he tied up the drug dealer, grinning as he cartwheeled out of the way of a thug with a gun, keeping low as Richard sent a batarang at the man's hand, knocking the gun away just as Jonathan caught the man in the face with a dose of Fear Toxin. The man started screaming, clawing at his face and Jonathan kicked him aside, eyes scanning the room for Bruce. He spotted him across the room near the van, surrounded by men (and a dog) that were attempting to beat the crap out of him and Jonathan took a few steps to go help his lover out, when Richard's scream rent the air.
"Let go of him, you bastard!" Richard yelled, trying to get to the man who was holding Jeremiah, a gun to the older teen's head.
"Yeah, let go of me!" Jeremiah said, stomping on the man's foot, only to end up holding his head, having been hit with the gun. "Ooo, that's not good," he muttered before vomiting on the man's shoes, earning another hit.
Jonathan pulled an aerosol can of fear toxin from his rope belt, eyeing the scene, wondering how best to approach and save his son's hide, only to find himself rather surprised as Jeremiah suddenly threw his weight forward, breaking the man's grip and rolling forward, springing up with a metal canister in hand, a white mist issuing out, coating the man, instead of the silly string or another annoyance Jeremiah usually favored in his role as "Ragdoll", Jonathan recognized the dusty vapor of his original Fear Toxin in time to dive for Richard, covering the boy's mouth.
Jeremiah stood over the screaming man, one gloved hand delicately held over his mouth and nose before promptly kicking the poor thug, dropping the empty canister near him before joining his father and brother, pushing past them as he pulled two small grenades from his pockets. The pepper version he threw into the mass of dogs that were surrounding Bruce, the other, a vinegar and baking soda concoction he tossed at one of the thugs faces, only to have it explode into red, yellow and black confetti instead of the frothing liquid intended. "Oops, that was the one for Robin's birthday," he said, searching his pockets for the correct one, yelping as one of the thugs threw a brick at him, catching him in the stomach.
"Really, who throws bricks?" Richard muttered, before knocking the thug un-concious with a blow to the back of the head.
"Are you boys quite though playing around?" Jonathan asked, punching another thug and shaking his hand free of pain, ignoring Bruce's snickering.
"Not yet!" Jeremiah said cheerily from the ground where he was trying to catch his breath. He started giggling manically, rolling onto his knees before standing, swaying slightly from the head injury. He grabbed Richard around the waist as his brother tried to examine his eyes, all but hanging from the smaller teen, dizzy. "Did we get them all?" he murmured in-between giggles.
Richard glanced around before looking over at Bruce, raising an eyebrow.
"All that were here," Bruce muttered, checking the back of the van, slicing open one of the packages to reveal thick bricks of cocaine. "I'm going to go call Gordon, Robin, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"I never do anything stupid!" Jeremiah countered.
"Confetti," Richard muttered. "You attacked with confetti,"
"A mistake anyone could make! ...I don't feel so good," Jeremiah muttered and Richard led his brother to a corner where he could be sick.
Jonathan followed his partner out of the warehouse, keeping an eye on their surroundings as Bruce made the necessary calls to both Gordon and Alfred, leaning against the wall, and pushing his mask up, taking taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Bruce slipped his cellphone back into it's pouch before frowning at Jonathan, leaning against the wall. "What were you two doing out here anyway?"
"Teaching Jeremiah how to pick locks," Jonathan said with a shrug before moving in-front of Bruce, tilting his head up in a silent request for a kiss which was granted, Bruce jerking Jonathan's body against his after he pulled his glove off, enjoying the feel of the man's bare, sweaty skin under his hand.
Jonathan groaned softly, wrapping his arms around Bruce's neck as he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss, one leg wrapping around Bruce's thigh to pull them even tighter together, smirking at the moan that spilled from Bruce's mouth.
They remained locked together for a long moment, bodies still running high on the adrenaline of the fight, breaking apart only when there was a thump behind them, Bruce shifting slightly to look over Jonathan's shoulders.
"Don't mind us, we'll just be over here, not paying attention," Richard said, refusing to look at his guardians, stepping over the thug that had snuck up on the pair before Jeremiah had knocked him unconscious.
Jeremiah let loose another giggle before Richard dragged him off down the alley, muttering about how their elders had no common sense and did they have to do that around them?
Jonathan shook his head, pulling free of Bruce, sighing. "Children," he muttered, pulling his mask back down before taking off after the two teens, grabbing Richard around the waist and throwing him over his shoulder, yelling something about kidnapping the Boy Wonder for a ransom of chocolates and beer.
Universe: Heavy Nolan with influences by others
Characters: Dr. Jonathan Crane, Bruce Wayne, Jeremiah Crane (Kid from the Narrows), Dick Greyson, random thugs
Pairing: Jonathan/Bruce
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence against criminals and teenagers
Word Count: 1,300
Summary: Two years after "Georgian Nights" ends, the WayneCrane family have a night out.
Notes: I couldn't help myself, this scene would not leave me alone until I wrote it.
Georgian Nights: A Family Affair
Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. ~Author Unknown
"It's cold,"
Bruce startled, though he tried not to show it, glancing out of the corner of his eye as best he could at the man crouched next to him on the roof of the warehouse they were staking out, before rolling his eyes. "It's in the thirties, idiot," he growled, shifting away as Jonathan edged closer, shivering in the breeze. "And you're not wearing a shirt."
"I thought you liked my new costume," Jonathan whispered with a smirk, grabbing a handful of Bruce's cape and tossing it cover his shoulders, all but hiding under the voluminous fabric, living his mask to better see the activity below.
"Doesn't mean it's the smartest thing to wear when it's snowing," Bruce countered.
"You two are really loud," a voice said behind them and both men jumped, turning to look at the pair emerging from the shadows. Richard handed Bruce his binoculars back, sitting on the edge of the roof, using his own cape to cover the bright red of his tunic.
"Holy shit don't do that!" Jonathan muttered, glaring, a hand pressed over his head. "Warning!"
"What, should I announce myself with a manic giggle like someone we know?"
"We could hear you across the street," Jeremiah agreed, kicking Richard's thigh for the 'manic giggling' comment as he peered at his father under the cape cum blanket, scratching at the raffia sticking out from his hat. "There's a van in the back of the warehouse, they're loading something, couldn't tell what as someone wouldn't share,"
Richard stuck out his tongue at his sort of brother before yawning, the late night catching up with him. "S'far as I could tell it was bundles of stuff," Richard said with a shrug. Could be drugs, could be used clothing for all I could see."
"I doubt it's clothing," Jonathan muttered, pouting when Bruce took his cape back. "We're moving aren't we? I just got warm!"
Bruce rolled his eyes and jumped off the roof, cape expanding into a glider as he aimed for the street. Richard followed with his grappling gun, swinging across the street, leaving the two "villains" behind.
"Show offs," Jonathan muttered, sliding back down his mask before wrapping an arm around Jeremiah's waist, holding the boy close as he used a grappling hook he stole from the Bat-Cave to repel down the wall, annoyed that the other two started the party without them.
The pair joined the rest of their family in the warehouse, Jonathan kicking out at a drug dealer who had been bolting for the door while Jeremiah maced a dog that had been leaping at him. Jonathan kept one eye on his son as he tied up the drug dealer, grinning as he cartwheeled out of the way of a thug with a gun, keeping low as Richard sent a batarang at the man's hand, knocking the gun away just as Jonathan caught the man in the face with a dose of Fear Toxin. The man started screaming, clawing at his face and Jonathan kicked him aside, eyes scanning the room for Bruce. He spotted him across the room near the van, surrounded by men (and a dog) that were attempting to beat the crap out of him and Jonathan took a few steps to go help his lover out, when Richard's scream rent the air.
"Let go of him, you bastard!" Richard yelled, trying to get to the man who was holding Jeremiah, a gun to the older teen's head.
"Yeah, let go of me!" Jeremiah said, stomping on the man's foot, only to end up holding his head, having been hit with the gun. "Ooo, that's not good," he muttered before vomiting on the man's shoes, earning another hit.
Jonathan pulled an aerosol can of fear toxin from his rope belt, eyeing the scene, wondering how best to approach and save his son's hide, only to find himself rather surprised as Jeremiah suddenly threw his weight forward, breaking the man's grip and rolling forward, springing up with a metal canister in hand, a white mist issuing out, coating the man, instead of the silly string or another annoyance Jeremiah usually favored in his role as "Ragdoll", Jonathan recognized the dusty vapor of his original Fear Toxin in time to dive for Richard, covering the boy's mouth.
Jeremiah stood over the screaming man, one gloved hand delicately held over his mouth and nose before promptly kicking the poor thug, dropping the empty canister near him before joining his father and brother, pushing past them as he pulled two small grenades from his pockets. The pepper version he threw into the mass of dogs that were surrounding Bruce, the other, a vinegar and baking soda concoction he tossed at one of the thugs faces, only to have it explode into red, yellow and black confetti instead of the frothing liquid intended. "Oops, that was the one for Robin's birthday," he said, searching his pockets for the correct one, yelping as one of the thugs threw a brick at him, catching him in the stomach.
"Really, who throws bricks?" Richard muttered, before knocking the thug un-concious with a blow to the back of the head.
"Are you boys quite though playing around?" Jonathan asked, punching another thug and shaking his hand free of pain, ignoring Bruce's snickering.
"Not yet!" Jeremiah said cheerily from the ground where he was trying to catch his breath. He started giggling manically, rolling onto his knees before standing, swaying slightly from the head injury. He grabbed Richard around the waist as his brother tried to examine his eyes, all but hanging from the smaller teen, dizzy. "Did we get them all?" he murmured in-between giggles.
Richard glanced around before looking over at Bruce, raising an eyebrow.
"All that were here," Bruce muttered, checking the back of the van, slicing open one of the packages to reveal thick bricks of cocaine. "I'm going to go call Gordon, Robin, make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."
"I never do anything stupid!" Jeremiah countered.
"Confetti," Richard muttered. "You attacked with confetti,"
"A mistake anyone could make! ...I don't feel so good," Jeremiah muttered and Richard led his brother to a corner where he could be sick.
Jonathan followed his partner out of the warehouse, keeping an eye on their surroundings as Bruce made the necessary calls to both Gordon and Alfred, leaning against the wall, and pushing his mask up, taking taking a deep breath of fresh air.
Bruce slipped his cellphone back into it's pouch before frowning at Jonathan, leaning against the wall. "What were you two doing out here anyway?"
"Teaching Jeremiah how to pick locks," Jonathan said with a shrug before moving in-front of Bruce, tilting his head up in a silent request for a kiss which was granted, Bruce jerking Jonathan's body against his after he pulled his glove off, enjoying the feel of the man's bare, sweaty skin under his hand.
Jonathan groaned softly, wrapping his arms around Bruce's neck as he opened his mouth, deepening the kiss, one leg wrapping around Bruce's thigh to pull them even tighter together, smirking at the moan that spilled from Bruce's mouth.
They remained locked together for a long moment, bodies still running high on the adrenaline of the fight, breaking apart only when there was a thump behind them, Bruce shifting slightly to look over Jonathan's shoulders.
"Don't mind us, we'll just be over here, not paying attention," Richard said, refusing to look at his guardians, stepping over the thug that had snuck up on the pair before Jeremiah had knocked him unconscious.
Jeremiah let loose another giggle before Richard dragged him off down the alley, muttering about how their elders had no common sense and did they have to do that around them?
Jonathan shook his head, pulling free of Bruce, sighing. "Children," he muttered, pulling his mask back down before taking off after the two teens, grabbing Richard around the waist and throwing him over his shoulder, yelling something about kidnapping the Boy Wonder for a ransom of chocolates and beer.