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starsandsea) wrote2007-08-21 09:42 pm
starsandsea) wrote2007-08-21 09:42 pm
Ficlet: Lullaby
Title: Lullaby
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Gotham
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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jen_in_japan who requested Bruce/Clark or Bruce/Gotham, Lullaby. A stand alone in the Gotham universe. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct!
He was weeping. The British man was holding him, trying to comfort him, as was the doctor, but they couldn't. They didn't know how. I suppose I should not judge them too harshly. How would anyone know how to comfort a child who has just witnessed his parent's murder? Even I did not know, and I have been here for almost forever, waiting to be born, waiting for the people to come and claim me as their own. He was weeping, but he was very still. Very still. His eyes were large in his face, but he was not making any effort to hide them. He was just there, in the British man's arms, weeping, but with an unwavering stare. He was staring at me.
They were trying to get him to go to bed, to sleep. He would have nightmares, of course, the first of many. If they could get him to sleep, that is. From where I was watching, it did not seem like that was going to be possible. I frowned. The shock-waves of the Wayne's murders were spreading throughout me, their blood was slowly staining me, even as they were taken away form that accused alley. I mourned for them. My King and Queen, gone forever. I would never forget them. And I would make sure my people never did as well.
As for him... I sighed. He needed to sleep. He had to. His body and mind had suffered a great shock, sleep would hold him in her arms and grant him respite for a short time. He needed it. He was still weeping, even though some part of him had known this was going to happen. I moved towards him, knowing that no one else could see me. I started to sing. A beautiful lullaby, to send him into a dreamless sleep. The British man was talking to him, but he was calm now. He was still staring at me. I knew he could hear me, though no one else could. I carried on singing softy. His tears gradually stopped and his head grew heavy. He slept at last, in the British man's arms. I slowly halted my song. I followed him up to his room, and stood guard over his sleep. I knew it would be the last fully restful night he had. Because tomorrow, he would start on his quest to be my protector. My Knight of the Shadows.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Gotham
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
jen_in_japan who requested Bruce/Clark or Bruce/Gotham, Lullaby. A stand alone in the Gotham universe. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct! He was weeping. The British man was holding him, trying to comfort him, as was the doctor, but they couldn't. They didn't know how. I suppose I should not judge them too harshly. How would anyone know how to comfort a child who has just witnessed his parent's murder? Even I did not know, and I have been here for almost forever, waiting to be born, waiting for the people to come and claim me as their own. He was weeping, but he was very still. Very still. His eyes were large in his face, but he was not making any effort to hide them. He was just there, in the British man's arms, weeping, but with an unwavering stare. He was staring at me.
They were trying to get him to go to bed, to sleep. He would have nightmares, of course, the first of many. If they could get him to sleep, that is. From where I was watching, it did not seem like that was going to be possible. I frowned. The shock-waves of the Wayne's murders were spreading throughout me, their blood was slowly staining me, even as they were taken away form that accused alley. I mourned for them. My King and Queen, gone forever. I would never forget them. And I would make sure my people never did as well.
As for him... I sighed. He needed to sleep. He had to. His body and mind had suffered a great shock, sleep would hold him in her arms and grant him respite for a short time. He needed it. He was still weeping, even though some part of him had known this was going to happen. I moved towards him, knowing that no one else could see me. I started to sing. A beautiful lullaby, to send him into a dreamless sleep. The British man was talking to him, but he was calm now. He was still staring at me. I knew he could hear me, though no one else could. I carried on singing softy. His tears gradually stopped and his head grew heavy. He slept at last, in the British man's arms. I slowly halted my song. I followed him up to his room, and stood guard over his sleep. I knew it would be the last fully restful night he had. Because tomorrow, he would start on his quest to be my protector. My Knight of the Shadows.