Fic: Gotham (4/?)

[starsandsea]

Title: Gotham (4/?)
Rating: PGish
Characters: Gotham, Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 749
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Betaed by the awesome jen_in_japan!




They were becoming far too close. Far too close. The bright one was visiting him nearly everyday now. He was still patrolling, but he was... different. And sometimes, he even called the bright one to help him. I was appalled. Couldn't he tell how much the bright one hurt me? I tried to tell him, but... he could not hear. Just like before. I was losing him.

I wondered away, forlorn. I had my plan, but... I also had my doubts. Could I do it? Did I dare? Once I did, there would be no going back, no stopping it. Was I willing to risk that much for him?

The answer was 'yes', of course. I could not survive without him. I could not. We were bound together in ways even I did not understand. He was meant to be with me, not the bright one from the stars. He had to go. Return to my brother, Metropolis. My brother was very angry with me. He thought I had stolen his hero! I told him he could keep his hero, that he should tell him to stop trying to steal mine. My brother replied, sullenly, that he couldn't talk to the bright one. That he knew he didn't have his heart.

I crowed in triumph. My Prince had always loved me! I just needed to refocus his attention, and get rid of the bright one.

It was during this time when I was thinking, that My Knight went out as he did every night. But this time, something different happened. He was fighting a small gang when one of them managed to hurt him. I felt his pain immediately and rushed to his side... but someone else was almost as fast as me. Almost.

The bright one. I don't know how he got here so quickly - my brother had told me smugly that he was with him - but he did. Despite his protests, the bright one forced him to return to the cave. I think it was one of only a tiny number of matters we ever agreed on. Back in the caverns, the bright one was dressing his wound. It was not truly that bad - it was more of a scratch - but it filled me with terror nonetheless. I remembered the first time he was hurt, defending an innocent. I had been even more terrified then than I was now. There was so much blood! Some of it stained me before he could return to his cave, and I knew that like his parents' it would never leave me.

I shuddered. Thankfully his wound then had not been as bad as I feared. It was the kind that was small, but bled a lot. Soon, my knight was out protecting me again. But it didn't stop me from feeling terror everytime he was wounded. Everytime his blood stained me.

This time, he was lucky, but the bright one was very worried. He was also very angry. They shouted at each other, and I held my breath, hope blooming within me. But when he reached out and touched the bright one, he was gathered in his arms. I scowled. Why would the bright one not go away? Then, they kissed. I sighed. But this time, they didn't stop. They went upstairs, into the house where I could not so easily see them. When I did, I wished I hadn't.

They were in his bed, making love.

I could not believe it. Why was My Prince doing this to me? Why? Didn't he know that I was supposed to be the only one he could be with? Not some... bright man, who hurt me everytime I gazed upon him!

My fury only grew when the bright one told him that he loved him, and My Prince whispered that he did too. It was too much. I could not let the bright one take him away from me, I could not.

So I did the only thing I could think of. The thing I wished I did not have to do, but was forced.

I let out a song. A siren's song. An irresistible sound.

A song to the insane.