FIC: Georgian Nights: A Family Affair (2/?)
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 Grayson, Edward Nygma/Nigma, Enigma (The Riddler's Daughter), Alfred.
Pairing(s): Jonathan/Bruce, Richard Grayson/Barbara Gordon
Rating: NC-17 (full story)
Warnings: Violence against criminals and teenagers
Word Count: 1, 604 (this chapter)/3,055 (full story)
Summary: Two years after "Georgian Nights" ends, the Wayne-Crane Family have bigger problems then relationship drama.
Previous Chapters: Chapter I
Note: I am aware the last chapter of Georgian Nights isn't actually done yet, I'm stuck on something, but we all know it turns out anyway, so here's this instead.
Chapter Two: Anticipation
If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble. - Elbert Hubbard
"Nerd,"
"Betrayer,"
"Geek,"
"Worm,"
"Dork,"
"Bully,"
"Oh honestly, that is the best you could come up with? Weirdo."
"Cheerleader,"
Richard said it with such disgust that Jeremiah had to pause in unbuttoning his uniform jacket, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "Why does this bother you so much? I don't complain about your little...math club thing,"
"My 'math club thing' does not put me in close proximity to people who use your head as a toilet bowl cleaner!"
"Brian gave you a swirly once, once!"
"And you did nothing to stop him!"
"Neither did you, Boy Wonder. I was halfway across the school anyway trying to deal with your girlfriend,"
"A. Barbra is not my girlfriend and B. I'm not allowed to knock jocks unconscious,"
"Sucks to be you then, dweeb,"
Richard glared and clenched his fist before smirking. "I'm not allowed to knock jocks unconscious, Father hasn't said anything about annoying, stuck up, cheerleaders..."
"Now, dearest, most wonderful brother mine..."
"Richard Greyson, if you hit your brother I will be forced to suspend you from the roof," Jonathan called from halfway up the main staircase, staring down at the two teenagers. "Now what is going on?"
"Your son," Richard said, in a tone that indicated he was denying all relationship to his brother. "Decided to fluff off and become a cheerleader for Gotham Academy," Richard said, giving his brother another glare for good measure. "Thus ensuring my life is even more hellish then it already is at school,"
"Excuse me for finding a hobby," Jeremiah muttered before grinning up at his dad. "I made the squad!"
"Congratulations, Jeremiah," Bruce said as he came in the door behind the pair, catching the tail end of the conversation. "I told you that your hard work would be rewarded."
"Wait, you knew about this?" Richard said, turning on his father. "You knew and didn't tell me?"
"I guessed that Jeremiah would tell you when he felt comfortable with it," Bruce said with a shrug, ruffling both boy's hair and gently kissing Jonathan as he passed.
Richard blinked at Bruce's words, taking in the tone of voice before looking at his brother, really looking. Jeremiah's lip was bleeding from where he had worried at it with his teeth, the lines around his mouth and forehead that he had been sporting for the past week gone, and his tone suddenly lighter.
Realization struck Richard and he wanted to kick himself. Jeremiah had been worried about this, and not just making the team, but how his family, Richard in particular would react. He reached out, gently grabbing his brother's sleeve. "Hey, I am proud of you," he said softly, feeling worse for his earlier treatment as Jeremiah's eyes lit up.
"Thank you," Jeremiah breathed, hugging his younger brother tightly. "I promise, it'll all be okay," he said as he clung to his brother.
"Yeah yeah, big bad cheerleader saves boy from toilet bowl," Richard muttered with a smile, hugging his brother back. He then pulled away, glaring. "You had better not miss training because of this, I will not be left alone with those two,"
Jeremiah giggled, swinging an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Relax, I won't leave you alone with Dad and Uncle Bruce...so long as you don't ditch me to go off and save the world,"
"I can't help that!"
"Sure, sure, gotta go and be a teen hero." Jeremiah said, rolling his eyes as he headed upstairs to change out of his school uniform. "Leave our poor, defenseless brother at home..."
"Defenseless my ass! You tried to break my leg the last time we ran across you and Jonathan!" Richard said, chasing after Jeremiah who took off running up the stairs.
-
"I'll get it!" Jonathan called, cutting off Alfred as he headed for the door. He opened it, revealing a tall, slender man whose dark red hair seemed to almost glow in the fading winter sunlight. "Edward!" Jonathan wrapped his arms around the other man, laughing as he buried his face in his friend's neck, breathing in the man's scent.
Bruce raised an eyebrow as he watched his lover hug another man, finishing his trip down the last few steps. "Jonathan?"
Jonathan pulled back from the man, grinning at Bruce. "Bruce, meet Edward Nashton, my collage roommate at Harvard, from when I was in medical school. Edward, meet Bruce Wayne, my boyfriend."
"My pleasure," Edward said with a low bow, studying the man across from him.
"Likewise, Bruce said, his other eyebrow raising at the bow. "A fellow doctor?"
"Unfortunately not, Edward was always more interested in technology and invention then medicine," Jonathan said. "Such a brilliant mind, wasted."
Edward rolled his eyes at the long standing argument over their branches of science, before turning his attention fully to Jonathan. "I was hoping to take you out to an early dinner, I'm only in Gotham for a few days before I return to Boston."
"Yeah, let me grab a coat," he said, turning to find Alfred already there with his leather jacket ready. He shook his head at the man's powers, sliding his arms into the jacket and grabbing his keys, heading out with the man.
"Your frowning," Alfred said, as he joined Bruce by the door, watching the two men climb into a beat up car.
"Edward Nashton...something strikes me as off about the man," Bruce said softly.
"Hmm. He is a friend of Doctor Crane," Alfred pointed out before offering Bruce a slip of paper. "A Doctor Quinzel of Arkham wishes to speak with you regarding the fundraiser."
"Right, so we've had dinner, we've had desert, and we've walked around the park twice. Cut the crap, Edward, why are you in Gotham?" Jonathan asked as he leaned against a tree, watching his friend.
Edward grinned, a flash of perfect white teeth. "What, I can't be here to visit an old friend?"
"I can read a newspaper, Nygma. Not to mention, I helped you create that puzzle. Why are you in my city?"
"Well, the thing is, Spooky, you disappeared on me, and the next thing I know, you're face is splashed across every paper in the country as they haul your ass into jail..."
"Arkham," Jonathan corrected.
"Whatever. For what was it...oh yeah, creating a bio-terror weapon." Edward crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the doctor. "I wanted to check up on you."
"It's been six years since I was arrested." Jonathan pointed out.
"I was slightly busy with things," Edward said, waving his hand dismissively. "It wasn't until I saw this that I got truly concerned." He shoved a paper at Jonathan, waiting.
Jonathan frowned, accepting the newspaper clipping, staring at an image of Jeremiah and Richard that had been taken at one of Wayne Enterprises' many functions, the boys looking incredibly cheery for being stuffed into tuxedo's and paraded around. "It's my son and Richard, what about it?"
Edward rolled his eyes and offered Jonathan his iphone, bringing up the same image, this time vandalized with giant green smiles and black x's over their eyes. "You ireally/i haven't been keeping up with the underworld beyond what is right in front of you, have you?" he asked. "Joker has a hit out for those two. Well, more for Richard, he's willing to accept someone bringing him 'Ragdoll' alive, if harmed."
Jonathan stared at the picture, rage growing inside him. "Thank you, for bringing this to my attention," he said, the worlds clipped, controlled. He handed the phone back towards Edward and pushed past the man, more eager to get home then before.
"I'll be around, Spooky, if you need me." Edward called after him.
Jonathan stilled, turning to look at Edward. "I hate that name."
Edward smirked at the silent thank you, shoving his hands into his pant pockets and leaning back on his heels. "Yeah, but it's fitting." He tipped an imaginary hat to his friend, before vanishing into the darkness.
Edward Nashton, aka Edward Nygma, small time thief and con artist, leaves puzzles and riddles behind at scenes of his crimes as a signature. Current whereabouts unknown.
Bruce leaned back in his chair, studying the mugshot of Jonathan's friend on the screen in front of him, wondering if his boyfriend knew about the man's history with the Boston PD. So far, everything had checked out on the man, though there were startling gaps in the man's history that couldn't be accounted for, as if the records from the age of twenty and beyond had simply vanished.
He looked up as Jonathan stepped into the cave and took a seat next to him. The man pulled a dark green iphone from his jacket and slid it at Bruce, showing him the picture of their sons. "Joker has a contract out for the boys." he said.
"Joker is still in Arkham, the boys are safe enough for now." Bruce countered, picking up the phone, wondering whose it was, considering he knew that Jonathan's was black with little pumpkin stickers all over it thanks to Jeremiah and Richard.
"For now. There is someone out there who will want to impress Joker well enough, or someone who hates the man."
Bruce nodded, taking a note of the odd question mark sticker on the phone, before sliding it back at Jonathan. "I will talk wit their school tomorrow."
Jonathan nodded and leaned in for a kiss before standing and heading to go change for the night, laughing as Bruce called after him to wear a warmer costume rather then his leather pants ensemble.
Universe: Heavy Nolan with influences by others
Characters: Dr. Jonathan Crane, Bruce Wayne, Jeremiah Crane (Kid from the Narrows), Dick Grayson, Edward Nygma/Nigma, Enigma (The Riddler's Daughter), Alfred.
Pairing(s): Jonathan/Bruce, Richard Grayson/Barbara Gordon
Rating: NC-17 (full story)
Warnings: Violence against criminals and teenagers
Word Count: 1, 604 (this chapter)/3,055 (full story)
Summary: Two years after "Georgian Nights" ends, the Wayne-Crane Family have bigger problems then relationship drama.
Previous Chapters: Chapter I
Note: I am aware the last chapter of Georgian Nights isn't actually done yet, I'm stuck on something, but we all know it turns out anyway, so here's this instead.
Chapter Two: Anticipation
If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble. - Elbert Hubbard
"Nerd,"
"Betrayer,"
"Geek,"
"Worm,"
"Dork,"
"Bully,"
"Oh honestly, that is the best you could come up with? Weirdo."
"Cheerleader,"
Richard said it with such disgust that Jeremiah had to pause in unbuttoning his uniform jacket, raising an eyebrow at his brother. "Why does this bother you so much? I don't complain about your little...math club thing,"
"My 'math club thing' does not put me in close proximity to people who use your head as a toilet bowl cleaner!"
"Brian gave you a swirly once, once!"
"And you did nothing to stop him!"
"Neither did you, Boy Wonder. I was halfway across the school anyway trying to deal with your girlfriend,"
"A. Barbra is not my girlfriend and B. I'm not allowed to knock jocks unconscious,"
"Sucks to be you then, dweeb,"
Richard glared and clenched his fist before smirking. "I'm not allowed to knock jocks unconscious, Father hasn't said anything about annoying, stuck up, cheerleaders..."
"Now, dearest, most wonderful brother mine..."
"Richard Greyson, if you hit your brother I will be forced to suspend you from the roof," Jonathan called from halfway up the main staircase, staring down at the two teenagers. "Now what is going on?"
"Your son," Richard said, in a tone that indicated he was denying all relationship to his brother. "Decided to fluff off and become a cheerleader for Gotham Academy," Richard said, giving his brother another glare for good measure. "Thus ensuring my life is even more hellish then it already is at school,"
"Excuse me for finding a hobby," Jeremiah muttered before grinning up at his dad. "I made the squad!"
"Congratulations, Jeremiah," Bruce said as he came in the door behind the pair, catching the tail end of the conversation. "I told you that your hard work would be rewarded."
"Wait, you knew about this?" Richard said, turning on his father. "You knew and didn't tell me?"
"I guessed that Jeremiah would tell you when he felt comfortable with it," Bruce said with a shrug, ruffling both boy's hair and gently kissing Jonathan as he passed.
Richard blinked at Bruce's words, taking in the tone of voice before looking at his brother, really looking. Jeremiah's lip was bleeding from where he had worried at it with his teeth, the lines around his mouth and forehead that he had been sporting for the past week gone, and his tone suddenly lighter.
Realization struck Richard and he wanted to kick himself. Jeremiah had been worried about this, and not just making the team, but how his family, Richard in particular would react. He reached out, gently grabbing his brother's sleeve. "Hey, I am proud of you," he said softly, feeling worse for his earlier treatment as Jeremiah's eyes lit up.
"Thank you," Jeremiah breathed, hugging his younger brother tightly. "I promise, it'll all be okay," he said as he clung to his brother.
"Yeah yeah, big bad cheerleader saves boy from toilet bowl," Richard muttered with a smile, hugging his brother back. He then pulled away, glaring. "You had better not miss training because of this, I will not be left alone with those two,"
Jeremiah giggled, swinging an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Relax, I won't leave you alone with Dad and Uncle Bruce...so long as you don't ditch me to go off and save the world,"
"I can't help that!"
"Sure, sure, gotta go and be a teen hero." Jeremiah said, rolling his eyes as he headed upstairs to change out of his school uniform. "Leave our poor, defenseless brother at home..."
"Defenseless my ass! You tried to break my leg the last time we ran across you and Jonathan!" Richard said, chasing after Jeremiah who took off running up the stairs.
-
"I'll get it!" Jonathan called, cutting off Alfred as he headed for the door. He opened it, revealing a tall, slender man whose dark red hair seemed to almost glow in the fading winter sunlight. "Edward!" Jonathan wrapped his arms around the other man, laughing as he buried his face in his friend's neck, breathing in the man's scent.
Bruce raised an eyebrow as he watched his lover hug another man, finishing his trip down the last few steps. "Jonathan?"
Jonathan pulled back from the man, grinning at Bruce. "Bruce, meet Edward Nashton, my collage roommate at Harvard, from when I was in medical school. Edward, meet Bruce Wayne, my boyfriend."
"My pleasure," Edward said with a low bow, studying the man across from him.
"Likewise, Bruce said, his other eyebrow raising at the bow. "A fellow doctor?"
"Unfortunately not, Edward was always more interested in technology and invention then medicine," Jonathan said. "Such a brilliant mind, wasted."
Edward rolled his eyes at the long standing argument over their branches of science, before turning his attention fully to Jonathan. "I was hoping to take you out to an early dinner, I'm only in Gotham for a few days before I return to Boston."
"Yeah, let me grab a coat," he said, turning to find Alfred already there with his leather jacket ready. He shook his head at the man's powers, sliding his arms into the jacket and grabbing his keys, heading out with the man.
"Your frowning," Alfred said, as he joined Bruce by the door, watching the two men climb into a beat up car.
"Edward Nashton...something strikes me as off about the man," Bruce said softly.
"Hmm. He is a friend of Doctor Crane," Alfred pointed out before offering Bruce a slip of paper. "A Doctor Quinzel of Arkham wishes to speak with you regarding the fundraiser."
"Right, so we've had dinner, we've had desert, and we've walked around the park twice. Cut the crap, Edward, why are you in Gotham?" Jonathan asked as he leaned against a tree, watching his friend.
Edward grinned, a flash of perfect white teeth. "What, I can't be here to visit an old friend?"
"I can read a newspaper, Nygma. Not to mention, I helped you create that puzzle. Why are you in my city?"
"Well, the thing is, Spooky, you disappeared on me, and the next thing I know, you're face is splashed across every paper in the country as they haul your ass into jail..."
"Arkham," Jonathan corrected.
"Whatever. For what was it...oh yeah, creating a bio-terror weapon." Edward crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the doctor. "I wanted to check up on you."
"It's been six years since I was arrested." Jonathan pointed out.
"I was slightly busy with things," Edward said, waving his hand dismissively. "It wasn't until I saw this that I got truly concerned." He shoved a paper at Jonathan, waiting.
Jonathan frowned, accepting the newspaper clipping, staring at an image of Jeremiah and Richard that had been taken at one of Wayne Enterprises' many functions, the boys looking incredibly cheery for being stuffed into tuxedo's and paraded around. "It's my son and Richard, what about it?"
Edward rolled his eyes and offered Jonathan his iphone, bringing up the same image, this time vandalized with giant green smiles and black x's over their eyes. "You ireally/i haven't been keeping up with the underworld beyond what is right in front of you, have you?" he asked. "Joker has a hit out for those two. Well, more for Richard, he's willing to accept someone bringing him 'Ragdoll' alive, if harmed."
Jonathan stared at the picture, rage growing inside him. "Thank you, for bringing this to my attention," he said, the worlds clipped, controlled. He handed the phone back towards Edward and pushed past the man, more eager to get home then before.
"I'll be around, Spooky, if you need me." Edward called after him.
Jonathan stilled, turning to look at Edward. "I hate that name."
Edward smirked at the silent thank you, shoving his hands into his pant pockets and leaning back on his heels. "Yeah, but it's fitting." He tipped an imaginary hat to his friend, before vanishing into the darkness.
Edward Nashton, aka Edward Nygma, small time thief and con artist, leaves puzzles and riddles behind at scenes of his crimes as a signature. Current whereabouts unknown.
Bruce leaned back in his chair, studying the mugshot of Jonathan's friend on the screen in front of him, wondering if his boyfriend knew about the man's history with the Boston PD. So far, everything had checked out on the man, though there were startling gaps in the man's history that couldn't be accounted for, as if the records from the age of twenty and beyond had simply vanished.
He looked up as Jonathan stepped into the cave and took a seat next to him. The man pulled a dark green iphone from his jacket and slid it at Bruce, showing him the picture of their sons. "Joker has a contract out for the boys." he said.
"Joker is still in Arkham, the boys are safe enough for now." Bruce countered, picking up the phone, wondering whose it was, considering he knew that Jonathan's was black with little pumpkin stickers all over it thanks to Jeremiah and Richard.
"For now. There is someone out there who will want to impress Joker well enough, or someone who hates the man."
Bruce nodded, taking a note of the odd question mark sticker on the phone, before sliding it back at Jonathan. "I will talk wit their school tomorrow."
Jonathan nodded and leaned in for a kiss before standing and heading to go change for the night, laughing as Bruce called after him to wear a warmer costume rather then his leather pants ensemble.