Fic: Rainbow's Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (4/41)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (RobinSong Arc) (4/41)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Harbingers of spring appear as Bruce decides that he and Clark should venture off the grounds. Also, Clark cooks dinner. ;)
Date Of Completion (First Draft): August 13, 2007
Date Of Posting: April 1, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 969
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: I thought of using this little poem in the next chapter when Dick first appears, but even though the chapter starts out in happiness it will end in tragedy, so I thought it would do better here.
The idea of the robin-as-harbinger comes from my story, Harbinger.
On the first day
Of spring,
I heard
A robin sing.
Unknown
19th Century, C.E.
IV
HARBINGER
Winter snows melted into March, the landscapers arriving to proceed with winter clean-up. Alfred and Clark took care of the garden area, planning on what to plant, and Clark helped out the landscapers.
Bruce quietly spoke with Ben Applewood, who was more than happy to have Clark’s help, and assured Bruce that Clark would be treated with the respect that Lord Wayne’s Prize was due.
Bruce had left the Manor very little since Thanksgiving, conducting his business via computer and cellphone, begging off the social whirl of the holiday season with a touch of respiratory illness. Even in this advanced medical age, people disliked the idea of air-borne disease and so didn’t question the story.
He used the sequestered time to bask in the glow of love with Clark, only venturing off the estate as Batman. He also thought it best to give free rein to his euphoric state so that he could allow a full indulgence before toning it down in public. Until he was ready, Clark was essentially under a House Veil.
Bruce learned that Martha Kent was off-world but was expected back in May. So be it. He needed to adjust to his new life before he took on a new challenge of increased involvement in abolitionism.
As the days passed, Bruce fretted over his slave’s confinement. He knew that Clark loved it at the Manor but worried that he would begin to resent it if he never left the estate, or would become too fearful of the outside world.
Bruce didn’t want a Veiled slave chained to the bed, so to speak, except for playtime, he thought with a leer. More than ever now, he wanted a companion whose mouth could be used for conversation instead of just sucking him off.
That was why he was especially excited to bring home a pair of tickets the day before spring.
& & & & & &
“Clark!”
Clark looked up. Kneeling in the garden, he was pulling out old, dead plants, his hands encased in gardening gloves. As the day was mild, he wore a light jacket and baseball cap, a sudden gust of wind off the ocean bringing his hand up to grab the cap.
“What is it, Bruce?”
Bruce brandished the tickets. “How would you like to run away to the circus, little boy?”
Clark laughed. “I’d like that very much!”
“Good.” Bruce helped Clark up. “Haly’s Circus is in town and opens tomorrow.”
“Haly’s Circus? You’ve got a poster of that circus in your old room.”
Bruce nodded. “It’s the oldest ‘little circus’ in the country. High quality acts.”
They walked to the kitchen, cardinals and robins swooping around as they built nests. Both men ducked as a robin swooped down from a nest over the lantern-shaped light over the kitchen doorway.
“Alfred, what’s for lunch?” Bruce asked as they entered the kitchen.
& & & & & &
That night at dinner Bruce talked about his day, he and Alfred going over some items for the weekly grocery list, and Clark quietly ate his vegetable soup.
Excitement skittered through his veins. He hadn’t been off the estate in months. While going out in public was always a risk, Bruce would protect him.
He was looking forward to the circus. Since he had very few memories of his life before Wayne Manor, almost every experience was new to him.
He hoped that his Master would also take the night off from Bat-business. Clark worried about him working alone in that crazy city.
“Clark?”
“Hmm?” Clark looked up.
“I said, what’s your preference for tomorrow, cotton candy or a corn dog?”
Clark laughed. “Both sound good.”
Bruce winked at him. “You may have both.”
& & & & & &
Clark held Bruce’s hand as they walked along the beach, the sound of the waves soothing in their eternal rhythms. Dusk was falling, tiny pinpoints of light twinkling in a violet sky.
So far their new relationship seemed to be working. Clark was ecstatic, able to freely admit his love and not have to hide it, at least in private. Alfred highly approved, and there was serenity again at Wayne Manor. There had been happy instances of their new relationship, which Bruce fondly recalled…
& & & & & &
Alfred was given the night off and Clark cooked a fabulous meal of herb-roasted chicken, chive-sprinkled whipped potatoes, carrots, and broccoli.
The night was full of romance, Clark shy but less hesitant as he fully embraced being a lover instead of a slave, and Bruce was pleased.
He looked over the rim of his wineglass and Clark met his eyes.
They enjoyed dessert, chocolate silk pie with whipped cream. Clark licked the cream off his upper lip and Bruce hastily drank his wine.
After dinner, Clark took the lead in the bedroom, slipping Bruce’s sweater up over his head, licking his bare stomach and chest like he was that cream, moaning, “Just like silk,” and Bruce grabbed his hair, guiding Clark’s lips to a ready nipple.
All through that night, Clark demanded and wanted, and Bruce gave…
“Taste me, love me, do what you will with me,” Bruce moaned.
Clark’s expression was pure lust.
“Always love you,” he breathed, grabbing Bruce’s head and plundering his mouth…
& & & & & &
Clark leaned over and kissed Bruce’s cheek. Bruce turned with a smile.
“What was that for?”
Clark’s blue eyes shone as he said shyly, “I love you.”
Delight spread over Bruce’s face, and he pulled Clark into a kiss.
When they separated, Bruce touched his forehead to Clark’s.
“I love you, too.”
They embraced, the sounds of the sea washing over them like their love.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. As Bruce and Clark try and adjust to being lovers as well as Master and slave, on a warm spring night a new member of the Wayne Household is added: a little boy whom Bruce sadly identifies with. Dick Grayson further pushes Bruce along the path of Abolitionism as the child brings further Light into the Manor. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Drama, AU
Rating: (this chapter): R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Harbingers of spring appear as Bruce decides that he and Clark should venture off the grounds. Also, Clark cooks dinner. ;)
Date Of Completion (First Draft): August 13, 2007
Date Of Posting: April 1, 2008
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 969
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Note: I thought of using this little poem in the next chapter when Dick first appears, but even though the chapter starts out in happiness it will end in tragedy, so I thought it would do better here.
The idea of the robin-as-harbinger comes from my story, Harbinger.
On the first day
Of spring,
I heard
A robin sing.
Unknown
19th Century, C.E.
IV
HARBINGER
Winter snows melted into March, the landscapers arriving to proceed with winter clean-up. Alfred and Clark took care of the garden area, planning on what to plant, and Clark helped out the landscapers.
Bruce quietly spoke with Ben Applewood, who was more than happy to have Clark’s help, and assured Bruce that Clark would be treated with the respect that Lord Wayne’s Prize was due.
Bruce had left the Manor very little since Thanksgiving, conducting his business via computer and cellphone, begging off the social whirl of the holiday season with a touch of respiratory illness. Even in this advanced medical age, people disliked the idea of air-borne disease and so didn’t question the story.
He used the sequestered time to bask in the glow of love with Clark, only venturing off the estate as Batman. He also thought it best to give free rein to his euphoric state so that he could allow a full indulgence before toning it down in public. Until he was ready, Clark was essentially under a House Veil.
Bruce learned that Martha Kent was off-world but was expected back in May. So be it. He needed to adjust to his new life before he took on a new challenge of increased involvement in abolitionism.
As the days passed, Bruce fretted over his slave’s confinement. He knew that Clark loved it at the Manor but worried that he would begin to resent it if he never left the estate, or would become too fearful of the outside world.
Bruce didn’t want a Veiled slave chained to the bed, so to speak, except for playtime, he thought with a leer. More than ever now, he wanted a companion whose mouth could be used for conversation instead of just sucking him off.
That was why he was especially excited to bring home a pair of tickets the day before spring.
& & & & & &
“Clark!”
Clark looked up. Kneeling in the garden, he was pulling out old, dead plants, his hands encased in gardening gloves. As the day was mild, he wore a light jacket and baseball cap, a sudden gust of wind off the ocean bringing his hand up to grab the cap.
“What is it, Bruce?”
Bruce brandished the tickets. “How would you like to run away to the circus, little boy?”
Clark laughed. “I’d like that very much!”
“Good.” Bruce helped Clark up. “Haly’s Circus is in town and opens tomorrow.”
“Haly’s Circus? You’ve got a poster of that circus in your old room.”
Bruce nodded. “It’s the oldest ‘little circus’ in the country. High quality acts.”
They walked to the kitchen, cardinals and robins swooping around as they built nests. Both men ducked as a robin swooped down from a nest over the lantern-shaped light over the kitchen doorway.
“Alfred, what’s for lunch?” Bruce asked as they entered the kitchen.
& & & & & &
That night at dinner Bruce talked about his day, he and Alfred going over some items for the weekly grocery list, and Clark quietly ate his vegetable soup.
Excitement skittered through his veins. He hadn’t been off the estate in months. While going out in public was always a risk, Bruce would protect him.
He was looking forward to the circus. Since he had very few memories of his life before Wayne Manor, almost every experience was new to him.
He hoped that his Master would also take the night off from Bat-business. Clark worried about him working alone in that crazy city.
“Clark?”
“Hmm?” Clark looked up.
“I said, what’s your preference for tomorrow, cotton candy or a corn dog?”
Clark laughed. “Both sound good.”
Bruce winked at him. “You may have both.”
& & & & & &
Clark held Bruce’s hand as they walked along the beach, the sound of the waves soothing in their eternal rhythms. Dusk was falling, tiny pinpoints of light twinkling in a violet sky.
So far their new relationship seemed to be working. Clark was ecstatic, able to freely admit his love and not have to hide it, at least in private. Alfred highly approved, and there was serenity again at Wayne Manor. There had been happy instances of their new relationship, which Bruce fondly recalled…
& & & & & &
Alfred was given the night off and Clark cooked a fabulous meal of herb-roasted chicken, chive-sprinkled whipped potatoes, carrots, and broccoli.
The night was full of romance, Clark shy but less hesitant as he fully embraced being a lover instead of a slave, and Bruce was pleased.
He looked over the rim of his wineglass and Clark met his eyes.
They enjoyed dessert, chocolate silk pie with whipped cream. Clark licked the cream off his upper lip and Bruce hastily drank his wine.
After dinner, Clark took the lead in the bedroom, slipping Bruce’s sweater up over his head, licking his bare stomach and chest like he was that cream, moaning, “Just like silk,” and Bruce grabbed his hair, guiding Clark’s lips to a ready nipple.
All through that night, Clark demanded and wanted, and Bruce gave…
“Taste me, love me, do what you will with me,” Bruce moaned.
Clark’s expression was pure lust.
“Always love you,” he breathed, grabbing Bruce’s head and plundering his mouth…
& & & & & &
Clark leaned over and kissed Bruce’s cheek. Bruce turned with a smile.
“What was that for?”
Clark’s blue eyes shone as he said shyly, “I love you.”
Delight spread over Bruce’s face, and he pulled Clark into a kiss.
When they separated, Bruce touched his forehead to Clark’s.
“I love you, too.”
They embraced, the sounds of the sea washing over them like their love.