Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (27/38)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (27/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Dick, Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The first wave of spring comes to Wayne Manor.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): December 6, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 16, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 648
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The sun is warm
Upon my face,
And yet,
I am cold
Inside.
Sarah Selkind
"Lurking In The Night"
2013 C.E.
XXVII
THE SUN IS WARM UPON MY FACE
“Dick.”
Dick stopped as he heard his name called, turning to see Clark standing in the doorway of his bedroom.
“Clark! Are you better? Can you come down to the garden?”
Clark shook his head. He was looking pale and tired. “I just want…want to say hello.”
Dick smiled despite his worry. “Sure.” He didn’t mind Clark’s almost-clinging attitude. He knew that Clark had suffered, and the fall-out was difficult to deal with for his friend. He would be as patient as necessary.
“So, you and Alfred working out in the garden?”
Dick nodded. “Today’s early March weather is really warm. Alfred said we should do some spring clean-up.”
“That’s good.”
“Would you like some tea? Some gingerbread? Alfred just baked a fresh batch.”
“I can smell it.” Clark smiled slightly. “I’d like that.”
“I’ll be right back!”
Dick dashed downstairs, Alfred on his way out to the garden.
“I’m getting some tea and gingerbread for Clark.”
“Good to see him with an appetite. He refused breakfast this morning.”
Alfred continued on outside, Dick quickly brewing a cup of tea and cutting a generous piece of gingerbread. He hurried back upstairs.
Clark was resting against the pillows, blankets pulled up to his waist. Dick noticed him shivering slightly despite wearing thick cotton pajamas and his robe. He put the tray on Clark’s lap and pulled up the quilt, tucking it around his friend.
“You take such good care of me,” Clark said softly.
“Of course. It’s easy to take care of you. You’re one of the best people I know.”
Clark blushed, reaching for the teacup. His hand shook so badly that he drew it back.
Dick noticed but said nothing. Why embarrass his friend?
“I’ll come up and get the tray when I’m done helping Alfred with the garden.”
“Thank you.”
Dick gave Clark’s arm a squeeze and smiled, heading downstairs.
& & & & & &
The sea breeze ruffled Dick’s hair. He dug his gloved hands into the earth, ripping up stray plants and loosening the soil. Alfred shaded his eyes as he looked up at the sun.
“Good to do this now. If it gets any warmer, that ground will be mud.”
Dick nodded as he worked, Alfred holding a rake to clean up leaves. The butler looked shrewdly at the subdued boy.
“What is disturbing you, Dick?”
Dick looked up, momentarily surprised, then he smiled. Of course Alfred would know something was up. Heck, even Bruce couldn’t hide his feelings from him.
He sobered as he looked up at his friend. “I don’t think that Clark’s really sick.”
& & & & & &
Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes as he sat behind his desk at Wayne Enterprises. Clark’s bad spell this time was lasting extraordinarily long. Granted, he had suffered a tremendous trauma. Bruce couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like to feel completely helpless in Edmund’s clutches.
Still, he worried about how sick Clark was now. Was he taking a downturn, as some Wertham’s Disease sufferers did? Maybe it was time to call Dr. Allston.
& & & & & &
Clark watched Dick and Alfred working in the garden, the sun warm on his face as it streamed through the bedroom window. How he yearned to be with them, to enjoy the first wave of spring!
His heart trembled at the thought of leaving the room, this safety, this sanctuary…and yet he was also afraid, so very afraid of the two of them out there, alone, unprotected…
His hand holding the drape trembled.
“That circus trash of his will grow up to be something lovely.”
Clark felt nauseous, dizziness overtaking him.
The winter sunlight sparkled on his rainbow bracelets.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Dick, Clark/Bruce, Alfred
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The first wave of spring comes to Wayne Manor.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): December 6, 2008
Date Of Posting: November 16, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 648
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The sun is warm
Upon my face,
And yet,
I am cold
Inside.
Sarah Selkind
"Lurking In The Night"
2013 C.E.
XXVII
THE SUN IS WARM UPON MY FACE
“Dick.”
Dick stopped as he heard his name called, turning to see Clark standing in the doorway of his bedroom.
“Clark! Are you better? Can you come down to the garden?”
Clark shook his head. He was looking pale and tired. “I just want…want to say hello.”
Dick smiled despite his worry. “Sure.” He didn’t mind Clark’s almost-clinging attitude. He knew that Clark had suffered, and the fall-out was difficult to deal with for his friend. He would be as patient as necessary.
“So, you and Alfred working out in the garden?”
Dick nodded. “Today’s early March weather is really warm. Alfred said we should do some spring clean-up.”
“That’s good.”
“Would you like some tea? Some gingerbread? Alfred just baked a fresh batch.”
“I can smell it.” Clark smiled slightly. “I’d like that.”
“I’ll be right back!”
Dick dashed downstairs, Alfred on his way out to the garden.
“I’m getting some tea and gingerbread for Clark.”
“Good to see him with an appetite. He refused breakfast this morning.”
Alfred continued on outside, Dick quickly brewing a cup of tea and cutting a generous piece of gingerbread. He hurried back upstairs.
Clark was resting against the pillows, blankets pulled up to his waist. Dick noticed him shivering slightly despite wearing thick cotton pajamas and his robe. He put the tray on Clark’s lap and pulled up the quilt, tucking it around his friend.
“You take such good care of me,” Clark said softly.
“Of course. It’s easy to take care of you. You’re one of the best people I know.”
Clark blushed, reaching for the teacup. His hand shook so badly that he drew it back.
Dick noticed but said nothing. Why embarrass his friend?
“I’ll come up and get the tray when I’m done helping Alfred with the garden.”
“Thank you.”
Dick gave Clark’s arm a squeeze and smiled, heading downstairs.
& & & & & &
The sea breeze ruffled Dick’s hair. He dug his gloved hands into the earth, ripping up stray plants and loosening the soil. Alfred shaded his eyes as he looked up at the sun.
“Good to do this now. If it gets any warmer, that ground will be mud.”
Dick nodded as he worked, Alfred holding a rake to clean up leaves. The butler looked shrewdly at the subdued boy.
“What is disturbing you, Dick?”
Dick looked up, momentarily surprised, then he smiled. Of course Alfred would know something was up. Heck, even Bruce couldn’t hide his feelings from him.
He sobered as he looked up at his friend. “I don’t think that Clark’s really sick.”
& & & & & &
Bruce sighed, rubbing his eyes as he sat behind his desk at Wayne Enterprises. Clark’s bad spell this time was lasting extraordinarily long. Granted, he had suffered a tremendous trauma. Bruce couldn’t even imagine what it must have been like to feel completely helpless in Edmund’s clutches.
Still, he worried about how sick Clark was now. Was he taking a downturn, as some Wertham’s Disease sufferers did? Maybe it was time to call Dr. Allston.
& & & & & &
Clark watched Dick and Alfred working in the garden, the sun warm on his face as it streamed through the bedroom window. How he yearned to be with them, to enjoy the first wave of spring!
His heart trembled at the thought of leaving the room, this safety, this sanctuary…and yet he was also afraid, so very afraid of the two of them out there, alone, unprotected…
His hand holding the drape trembled.
“That circus trash of his will grow up to be something lovely.”
Clark felt nauseous, dizziness overtaking him.
The winter sunlight sparkled on his rainbow bracelets.