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starsandsea) wrote2009-01-04 07:30 pm
starsandsea) wrote2009-01-04 07:30 pm
Drabble: Accident
Title: Accident
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dick, Bruce
Word Count: 330
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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fictionalknight! The prompt was: Dick + accident. This is, um... odd! Anyway, unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Dick sits in one of the ringside seats, blue police and ambulance lights flashing over him, people crowded around in a circle before him, facing a spot on the floor.
'It was just an accident, Dick', they told him, glancing fearfully about. 'It was just an accident.'
He can smell sawdust and popcorn, sweat and blood. Cameras flash, the shutters clicking (crunch, went his Dad, crunch, went his Mom) frozen moments in time, like the images in his head, the terror in his Mom's eyes when she realized she was falling.
Click (the wires snapping) went the cameras, click.
'It's just an accident, Dick, they're just being thorough.' Flash, flash, flash, everything illuminated for second, no shadows to hide in, not under the bright lights of the tent. 'Just an accident, Dick, it was just a accident.'
Someone sits next to him. Dick can't see him, he can only see his dark coat; shadows creeping into the light. The man says nothing to him, just sits next to him. He doesn't tell him it was a accident, he doesn't say anything at all.
Because, Dick suddenly understands, in a flash like the cameras (crunch, went his Mom, crunch, went his Dad) there's nothing that can be said.
The tent creaks as wind blows against it (his Mom's screams, drowned out by the crowds) and Dick bows his head until it rests on his knees, tears on his face (he had been sweating under the lights, perspiration falling to the ground below, drip, drip).
The man next to him moves, places a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down very softly. 'It was just an accident, Dick,' they had told him. He can feel the dark aura of the man next to him, even as it spreads over him, like wings, protecting.
And Dick knows, he knows (crunch! crunch!) that this was no accident.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dick, Bruce
Word Count: 330
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
fictionalknight! The prompt was: Dick + accident. This is, um... odd! Anyway, unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.Dick sits in one of the ringside seats, blue police and ambulance lights flashing over him, people crowded around in a circle before him, facing a spot on the floor.
'It was just an accident, Dick', they told him, glancing fearfully about. 'It was just an accident.'
He can smell sawdust and popcorn, sweat and blood. Cameras flash, the shutters clicking (crunch, went his Dad, crunch, went his Mom) frozen moments in time, like the images in his head, the terror in his Mom's eyes when she realized she was falling.
Click (the wires snapping) went the cameras, click.
'It's just an accident, Dick, they're just being thorough.' Flash, flash, flash, everything illuminated for second, no shadows to hide in, not under the bright lights of the tent. 'Just an accident, Dick, it was just a accident.'
Someone sits next to him. Dick can't see him, he can only see his dark coat; shadows creeping into the light. The man says nothing to him, just sits next to him. He doesn't tell him it was a accident, he doesn't say anything at all.
Because, Dick suddenly understands, in a flash like the cameras (crunch, went his Mom, crunch, went his Dad) there's nothing that can be said.
The tent creaks as wind blows against it (his Mom's screams, drowned out by the crowds) and Dick bows his head until it rests on his knees, tears on his face (he had been sweating under the lights, perspiration falling to the ground below, drip, drip).
The man next to him moves, places a gentle hand on his back, rubbing up and down very softly. 'It was just an accident, Dick,' they had told him. He can feel the dark aura of the man next to him, even as it spreads over him, like wings, protecting.
And Dick knows, he knows (crunch! crunch!) that this was no accident.