Batfic Drabble: Timing (Bruce/Dick)
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Title: Timing
Author: ladybugkay
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Bruce's POV of his reunion with Dick.
Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned them, but I don’t. DC does.
A/N: For Dick's POV, see the companion drabble Double-time.
The first time he sees Dick again, Bruce can’t breathe for thirty-eight seconds. He can’t speak for twenty-three more, but it takes only the space between two heartbeats to start to reach out and then stop.
Dick doesn’t come closer, and Bruce mourns the young boy who was so free with his embraces. It’s been too long since he’s touched Dick, and longer still since he’s wanted to do more than just touch. Bruce wants to hold, to have, and fourteen seconds after he says, “Dick,” he finds himself kissing Dick the way he’s told himself he can never do.
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Date: 2007-05-14 08:29 pm (UTC)Bruce mourns the young boy who was so free with his embraces. It’s been too long since he’s touched Dick, and longer still since he’s wanted to do more than just touch.
This bit killed me. I can just imagine Bruce frowning once he found out that he'd have to be the one to reach out, because Dick's not playing that old game anymore, wants more than that. Bruce, of course, examinates the situation and acts fittingly ;] Marvellous! *rushes to read the sequel*
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Date: 2007-05-16 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-15 12:17 am (UTC)Thank you!
Date: 2007-05-16 04:34 pm (UTC)Re: Thank you!
Date: 2007-05-16 04:47 pm (UTC)Cool! A long-time reader! Thanks, Ladybug! :)
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Date: 2007-12-20 04:39 pm (UTC)----------------------------------------------
A low moan stirred him from sleep and he struggled upright, feeling something in his arm give and sickening pain spread over his shoulder.
"Batman?"
The trash beside him stirred and Nightwing's glove emerged, reaching for the lip of the dumpster to pull himself free. Silhouetted by the moon, he was clearly the peak of athletic perfection, an acrobat's body designed for flight and bloody chaos.
Bruce had raised a demon and he was proud.
Tinted lenses fixed on him, and the mouth twisted into a grimace. "You're hurt."
He started to protest but the world abruptly blacked out. Aware of movement, light, pain, he bit down on his lip and forced his eyes open.
"Stay awake," was the whisper in his ear. He tried to nod, but his head throbbed painfully. "And stay still."
Re: Guerilla Fic Spam #1
Date: 2007-12-21 02:25 am (UTC)It's only punishment because you've given me a bit of a chase to find the other parts. But I'm giddy, absolutely euphoric that you've written this, and I intend to get all the links ready so others can read it.
I love you! I'd marry you if we lived anywhere near each other. I'd give you chocolates and roses, and I'd help you study so that you can become a brilliant doctor, and then instead of golf, you can take up writing fic again. :D
>>Bruce had raised a demon and he was proud.
That is an excellent line. Pure perfection.
Re: Guerilla Fic Spam #1
Date: 2007-12-21 12:20 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you like it, hon.
Ahh - fandom marriage proposals. You have to love them. xD
Re: Guerilla Fic Spam #1
Date: 2007-12-22 02:07 am (UTC)And thanks, again.
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Date: 2007-12-21 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-17 08:23 am (UTC)Good thing that all Dick needs is the slightest encouragement, and he's reaching back.
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Date: 2010-12-19 09:54 pm (UTC)