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starsandsea) wrote2009-03-29 08:01 pm
starsandsea) wrote2009-03-29 08:01 pm
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Fic: The Echo of Bats Wings (6/6)
Title: The Echo of Bats Wings (6/6)
Rating: PGish
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Kal, Tim, Alfred, BatClan
Word Count: 1232
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Lots of thanks to the awesome![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mithen for all her help and encouragement, and for the beta! Thank you! *glomps*
Bruce gazed into the fire, Ace lying at his feet. Kal was seated opposite him. His eyes were glowing in the firelight, a smile was upon his face. Bruce found himself smiling back, able to do so, now.
"How are your hands?" Bruce looked down at them a moment. He had been to see Leslie again, she had changed the bandages for new ones, and declared that they wouldn't need stitches, just as long as he was very careful with them.
"They're fine." What they were going to be like tomorrow, though, at his official crowning... well, he had bled for Gotham before. He would do so again, without a second thought.
"Good. I'm glad." Kal was smiling that beautiful smile of his, the one he only showed to Bruce. Bruce's own smile increased almost unnoticeably, but enough for the man opposite him to see, the man who had known what he was saying, even when he hadn't been able to speak.
"What did you say to them?"
Kal's eyes gleamed in the firelight. He didn't need him to clarify. "I just told them all that you had done for them. That's all." There had been more to it than that, he knew, but he let it be, for now. He would ask one of his siblings in the morning, feeling the relief crashing inside of him, that yes, he could talk to them now.
Kal stood up, and carefully pulled him up to, moving them to the bed, and falling upon it. Ace whined, and scratched the door. Bruce laughed lowly, and Kal kissed him, before getting up and letting Ace out, then returning to the bed.
"Kal?"
"Mmm?"
"What you said in Metropolis. About us getting married..."
Kal's hand tangled in his hair, he was lying on his side, looking at him, only the cold moonlight illuminating his face. "I still want us to, Bruce. If you are willing." Bruce only smiled at him, but it was enough to make Kal's eyes darken. "I want to marry you. I know things will be difficult, but we'll change things, Bruce. Think of everything we can do together..." His face was glowing in the moonlight, alight with his thoughts. "We can figure it all out. I know we can." His smile was incandescent, no trace of doubt or fear, only certainty, hope and love.
Bruce kissed him, telling him everything without words. He had no need for them, he never had with Kal. They made love in the darkness, cold moonlight and warm firelight flickering across their bodies.
*****
Bruce had been formally dressed by his brothers and Alfred, and was now waiting for his time to enter the great hall, and be crowned Gotham's King. Kal was already inside as befitted his role as Crown Prince and representative of Metropolis. His siblings were milling about, smoothing down clothes and making sure they were all dressed correctly.
There was a happy thrumming, an expectant thrumming. Tim ghosted over to his side, dressed all in black, as he often was these days, to try and stop his wing from showing so much. "Thank you," Bruce murmured to him.
Tim turned to look at him, puzzled. "For what?"
Bruce smiled at him. "You know for what. Thank you."
Tim bowed his head slightly, then carefully touched his bandaged hands with his single one. "Do they hurt?"
There was a deeper meaning to the question, he knew. "Sometimes. Sometimes they bleed, like they have been. They just need time to heal." Tim nodded, and Bruce slowly and carefully pulled him into a hug, for a brief instant. Tim smiled at him, not a big smile, but enough. Bruce was worried about him, but he knew he was going to worry about him for the rest of his life.
"Ahem. Five minutes, your Highnessess." Alfred's voice. Bruce took a deep breath. Oddly, he wasn't feeling any fear or anxiety, just a knowledge that this was this destiny. This was his.
Tim touched his arm, and Bruce looked at him. "You and Kal are still getting married?"
Bruce nodded, smiling a small smile now. "We need to discuss how things are going to work out, but yes."
Tim smiled now, wider than before. "He loves you very much."
Bruce looked down. "What did he do, yesterday? After..."
Tim's smile turned sharp. "After you left, so did I. I found him and told him what was going on. He yelled at them," an inclination of his head to their siblings. "I don't think they really appreciated before then that Kal is a prince too. And a more powerful one, when it comes down to it. He hinted that 'should they continue their disregard for your sacrifice', then not only might they have a civil war to deal with, but one with Metropolis, as well."
Bruce blinked at him, eyes slightly wide. Tim just nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Master Bruce," Alfred called softly. Bruce turned away from Tim, his brothers and sisters quieting. Alfred looked at him, then brushed at his robe, making sure it was hanging off his shoulders properly, that his bandages were alright, and showed no sign of blood.
"It is time, sir."
Bruce nodded, taking a deep breath, before walking towards his destiny.
*****
Bruce carefully placed the heavy, intricately wrought crown upon a soft velvet pillow. His hands were aching, and he was half convinced that they were bleeding again. He sighed and shrugged out of his robe, before falling back into a chair. He closed his eyes. He was Gotham's King now, nothing could change that. He could feel happiness and contentment thrumming all around him. He smiled.
He heard Ace padding over to his side and opened his eyes, petting him carefully, stroking his ears. He looked up as Kal entered their room. He would be expected to move into his Father's room, but not yet. Not yet. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready for that. Although he owned all of Gotham now, this castle, the King's room, would always be his Father's, in his mind. And this room would always be his. His and Kal's.
Kal petted Ace, then embraced Bruce, careful of his hands. Bruce rested his head against him. Kal kissed his forehead. They didn't say anything, they didn't need to. Eventually Bruce pulled away and kissed Kal softly. The kiss broke slowly, and when it did, he opened his eyes to see Kal's glowing the the firelight, filled with love.
His lover moved away and removed his own rich robe, then carefully put them both away, before sitting on the bed. "How are your hands?" He asked quietly.
Bruce was petting Ace again. He turned slightly to look at Kal. He shrugged. Kal winced, shadows flickers across his face. "Do you want me to get Leslie?"
Bruce shook his head. "I just want to be alone, right now."
"Alone with me?" Kal moved to kneel at his side, Ace having moved closer to the fire. Bruce just looked at his lover.
"Always. Together alone."
Kal smiled, his special smile, the one for him alone. "Good." He held his hands very carefully, pressed kisses to them. "Good."
Rating: PGish
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/Kal, Tim, Alfred, BatClan
Word Count: 1232
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts can be found here. Lots of thanks to the awesome
mithen for all her help and encouragement, and for the beta! Thank you! *glomps*Bruce gazed into the fire, Ace lying at his feet. Kal was seated opposite him. His eyes were glowing in the firelight, a smile was upon his face. Bruce found himself smiling back, able to do so, now.
"How are your hands?" Bruce looked down at them a moment. He had been to see Leslie again, she had changed the bandages for new ones, and declared that they wouldn't need stitches, just as long as he was very careful with them.
"They're fine." What they were going to be like tomorrow, though, at his official crowning... well, he had bled for Gotham before. He would do so again, without a second thought.
"Good. I'm glad." Kal was smiling that beautiful smile of his, the one he only showed to Bruce. Bruce's own smile increased almost unnoticeably, but enough for the man opposite him to see, the man who had known what he was saying, even when he hadn't been able to speak.
"What did you say to them?"
Kal's eyes gleamed in the firelight. He didn't need him to clarify. "I just told them all that you had done for them. That's all." There had been more to it than that, he knew, but he let it be, for now. He would ask one of his siblings in the morning, feeling the relief crashing inside of him, that yes, he could talk to them now.
Kal stood up, and carefully pulled him up to, moving them to the bed, and falling upon it. Ace whined, and scratched the door. Bruce laughed lowly, and Kal kissed him, before getting up and letting Ace out, then returning to the bed.
"Kal?"
"Mmm?"
"What you said in Metropolis. About us getting married..."
Kal's hand tangled in his hair, he was lying on his side, looking at him, only the cold moonlight illuminating his face. "I still want us to, Bruce. If you are willing." Bruce only smiled at him, but it was enough to make Kal's eyes darken. "I want to marry you. I know things will be difficult, but we'll change things, Bruce. Think of everything we can do together..." His face was glowing in the moonlight, alight with his thoughts. "We can figure it all out. I know we can." His smile was incandescent, no trace of doubt or fear, only certainty, hope and love.
Bruce kissed him, telling him everything without words. He had no need for them, he never had with Kal. They made love in the darkness, cold moonlight and warm firelight flickering across their bodies.
*****
Bruce had been formally dressed by his brothers and Alfred, and was now waiting for his time to enter the great hall, and be crowned Gotham's King. Kal was already inside as befitted his role as Crown Prince and representative of Metropolis. His siblings were milling about, smoothing down clothes and making sure they were all dressed correctly.
There was a happy thrumming, an expectant thrumming. Tim ghosted over to his side, dressed all in black, as he often was these days, to try and stop his wing from showing so much. "Thank you," Bruce murmured to him.
Tim turned to look at him, puzzled. "For what?"
Bruce smiled at him. "You know for what. Thank you."
Tim bowed his head slightly, then carefully touched his bandaged hands with his single one. "Do they hurt?"
There was a deeper meaning to the question, he knew. "Sometimes. Sometimes they bleed, like they have been. They just need time to heal." Tim nodded, and Bruce slowly and carefully pulled him into a hug, for a brief instant. Tim smiled at him, not a big smile, but enough. Bruce was worried about him, but he knew he was going to worry about him for the rest of his life.
"Ahem. Five minutes, your Highnessess." Alfred's voice. Bruce took a deep breath. Oddly, he wasn't feeling any fear or anxiety, just a knowledge that this was this destiny. This was his.
Tim touched his arm, and Bruce looked at him. "You and Kal are still getting married?"
Bruce nodded, smiling a small smile now. "We need to discuss how things are going to work out, but yes."
Tim smiled now, wider than before. "He loves you very much."
Bruce looked down. "What did he do, yesterday? After..."
Tim's smile turned sharp. "After you left, so did I. I found him and told him what was going on. He yelled at them," an inclination of his head to their siblings. "I don't think they really appreciated before then that Kal is a prince too. And a more powerful one, when it comes down to it. He hinted that 'should they continue their disregard for your sacrifice', then not only might they have a civil war to deal with, but one with Metropolis, as well."
Bruce blinked at him, eyes slightly wide. Tim just nodded, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
"Master Bruce," Alfred called softly. Bruce turned away from Tim, his brothers and sisters quieting. Alfred looked at him, then brushed at his robe, making sure it was hanging off his shoulders properly, that his bandages were alright, and showed no sign of blood.
"It is time, sir."
Bruce nodded, taking a deep breath, before walking towards his destiny.
*****
Bruce carefully placed the heavy, intricately wrought crown upon a soft velvet pillow. His hands were aching, and he was half convinced that they were bleeding again. He sighed and shrugged out of his robe, before falling back into a chair. He closed his eyes. He was Gotham's King now, nothing could change that. He could feel happiness and contentment thrumming all around him. He smiled.
He heard Ace padding over to his side and opened his eyes, petting him carefully, stroking his ears. He looked up as Kal entered their room. He would be expected to move into his Father's room, but not yet. Not yet. He wasn't quite sure if he was ready for that. Although he owned all of Gotham now, this castle, the King's room, would always be his Father's, in his mind. And this room would always be his. His and Kal's.
Kal petted Ace, then embraced Bruce, careful of his hands. Bruce rested his head against him. Kal kissed his forehead. They didn't say anything, they didn't need to. Eventually Bruce pulled away and kissed Kal softly. The kiss broke slowly, and when it did, he opened his eyes to see Kal's glowing the the firelight, filled with love.
His lover moved away and removed his own rich robe, then carefully put them both away, before sitting on the bed. "How are your hands?" He asked quietly.
Bruce was petting Ace again. He turned slightly to look at Kal. He shrugged. Kal winced, shadows flickers across his face. "Do you want me to get Leslie?"
Bruce shook his head. "I just want to be alone, right now."
"Alone with me?" Kal moved to kneel at his side, Ace having moved closer to the fire. Bruce just looked at his lover.
"Always. Together alone."
Kal smiled, his special smile, the one for him alone. "Good." He held his hands very carefully, pressed kisses to them. "Good."