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starsandseaTitle: Batman's Files and Bruce's Diary (10/?)
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Bruce, BatClan, implied Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 599
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts, with notes, can be found here. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. I apologize for this one, I was clearly on crack when I wrote it.
Wednesday 27th February 2008
Number of Crimes Stopped: 0
Number of Murders (witnessed): 0
Number of Escapes from Arkham: 0
Number of Crimes Attempted by Myself: Too many to count.
Review of Night: N/A
Notes: N/A
Notes on Team: Never, ever, allow Nightwing near anything technological again.
Bruce's Notes: What did Dick do to my laptop???? He changed everything!!!! It's going to take days to get everything back to way it should be. He changed the background picture to a picture of him, Tim and Cass all poking their tongues out and and crossing their eyes. I'm going to hurt Dick when I'm better. And I've got a lot of time to plan retribution.
But... but, I may be forced to admit he was right. Clark was here when I woke up and we talked, and have made up. He loves me, against all odds. What I've done to deserve him and my family, I'll never know. But I'll be forever thankful. I spent the morning downstairs with everyone, talking with them, watching Tim and Dick playing video games. They seem to delight in 'killing' each other in increasingly bloody ways.
This afternoon, as promised, was a beautiful spring day, and I was taken outside while Dick, Tim, Cass and Ace chased a football around. Ace seemed to be the one who was best at it, however. Clark stayed all day, and we talked some more. I also talked a bit with Babs. I need to ask Dick to get Clark's birthday present for me. Or ask Babs to secure it for me.
I'm off the drugs now, at least, but it's going to take a few days to recover from them. Sometimes I think they're more trouble than they're worth. I need to start thinking about physiotherapy too. But that can wait a few more days. I suspect I might be hurt if I attempt to start before I'm told I can.
Have to get Alfred to make a quiet appointment for me to get a fake tan before I'm allowed to go back to work, too. Dick may have been right again.
I guess I'm still depressed. All I can think of is how I must have hurt Dick when he read these entries. And I suspect he showed them to Clark too. I'm back to hating myself for hurting them again, but trying to not let it show. They don't need to deal with that on top of everything else.
Clark's Notes: Bruce... just stop it, please. I love you. Never, never doubt that. And if you would just tell us what you are feeling, it will help. I know it will be difficult but it will be better for you. You don't need to bottle everything up inside you when you've got several people around you, myself included, who will gladly listen to you. If not one of us, then J'onn. Please. And we won't hate you, either. So stop thinking like that. We could never hate you. If anything, it will make us love you more. And get some more sleep, would you? :)
Addendum to Bruce's Notes: Work on security for Laptop. No doubt tomorrow I'll find that Ace has written something in my diary too.
Ace's Notes: Woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof!
Addendum 2 to Bruce's Notes: I need to kill someone. Don't care who.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Bruce, BatClan, implied Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 599
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: Previous parts, with notes, can be found here. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. I apologize for this one, I was clearly on crack when I wrote it.
Wednesday 27th February 2008
Number of Crimes Stopped: 0
Number of Murders (witnessed): 0
Number of Escapes from Arkham: 0
Number of Crimes Attempted by Myself: Too many to count.
Review of Night: N/A
Notes: N/A
Notes on Team: Never, ever, allow Nightwing near anything technological again.
Bruce's Notes: What did Dick do to my laptop???? He changed everything!!!! It's going to take days to get everything back to way it should be. He changed the background picture to a picture of him, Tim and Cass all poking their tongues out and and crossing their eyes. I'm going to hurt Dick when I'm better. And I've got a lot of time to plan retribution.
But... but, I may be forced to admit he was right. Clark was here when I woke up and we talked, and have made up. He loves me, against all odds. What I've done to deserve him and my family, I'll never know. But I'll be forever thankful. I spent the morning downstairs with everyone, talking with them, watching Tim and Dick playing video games. They seem to delight in 'killing' each other in increasingly bloody ways.
This afternoon, as promised, was a beautiful spring day, and I was taken outside while Dick, Tim, Cass and Ace chased a football around. Ace seemed to be the one who was best at it, however. Clark stayed all day, and we talked some more. I also talked a bit with Babs. I need to ask Dick to get Clark's birthday present for me. Or ask Babs to secure it for me.
I'm off the drugs now, at least, but it's going to take a few days to recover from them. Sometimes I think they're more trouble than they're worth. I need to start thinking about physiotherapy too. But that can wait a few more days. I suspect I might be hurt if I attempt to start before I'm told I can.
Have to get Alfred to make a quiet appointment for me to get a fake tan before I'm allowed to go back to work, too. Dick may have been right again.
I guess I'm still depressed. All I can think of is how I must have hurt Dick when he read these entries. And I suspect he showed them to Clark too. I'm back to hating myself for hurting them again, but trying to not let it show. They don't need to deal with that on top of everything else.
Clark's Notes: Bruce... just stop it, please. I love you. Never, never doubt that. And if you would just tell us what you are feeling, it will help. I know it will be difficult but it will be better for you. You don't need to bottle everything up inside you when you've got several people around you, myself included, who will gladly listen to you. If not one of us, then J'onn. Please. And we won't hate you, either. So stop thinking like that. We could never hate you. If anything, it will make us love you more. And get some more sleep, would you? :)
Addendum to Bruce's Notes: Work on security for Laptop. No doubt tomorrow I'll find that Ace has written something in my diary too.
Ace's Notes: Woof woof. Woof woof woof. Woof woof!
Addendum 2 to Bruce's Notes: I need to kill someone. Don't care who.
