Fic: Ybab Cigam Part 5/?
I'm sorry, I know it's been a long time since I last updated - and this is a pretty short piece; but well I hope it's better than nothing!
Title: Ybab Cigam - Part Five
Series: DC-U
Pairings: Bruce x Dick, Tim x Kon, Lex x Clark
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Fluff, Idiocy
Disclaimer: I own my brain and the stories it creates. DC and many others own the characters that I play with - as such, no money is made and much time is wasted.
YBAB CIGAM.
J’ohn was just settling down for a quick nap - after patrolling Bludhaven all evening, exhaustion was pulling at every molecule of his being - the demands of Nightwing’s job combined with the search for the missing magician were draining him of all energy.
Closing his eyes, he let out a deep breath - and heard the bleep of his communicator.
For a brief moment, he toyed with the idea of ignoring it - but duty and obligation had him roughly pulling the covers back and grabbing the device, “Yes?”
“J’ohn,” it was Wonder Woman on the other end, “We need you at the station now; Impulse has been attacked - but he’s not a child … he’s just not moving.”
His eyes widened as her words sunk in, and hurriedly he scrambled to pull his top and shoes on, “I’m ready - transport me now.”
“Master Dick,” Alfred sat on the chair and gestured for the small boy to come over.
“Awfie…” Dick’s face was blotchy and red, still stained with tears and snot; he lifted his arms and waited for the older man to pick him up.
Settling the child on his knee, the butler pulled a handkerchief from his own pocket and carefully cleaned his little ward’s face, “Bruce has something he wants to say to you - will you go and talk to him?”
“No,” the little boy crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, “Bwuce pushed me, he tol’ me to go ‘way. I dun wanna talk to him.”
“Master Dick,” he turned the child so he could look him in the eye, “What Master Bruce did was wrong - but he was upset, don’t tell him I said this,” he lowered his voice, “but he got lost upstairs looking for your medicine - he was frightened and upset that you were hurting; he didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
“Bwuce won’t let me play,” the lower lip was wobbling again as Dick’s childish mind tried to wrap round what he was being told - balancing it against the urge to stick his tongue out and ignore the other boy, “He hurt me.”
“So you’re going to hurt him- is that it?” Alfred didn’t want to see the boy crying again - but he was all too familiar with childish stubbornness, and he had no desire to see the boys engaged in their own private cold war - one that would end up with all the other children taking Dick’s side and making Bruce even worse.
“No,” Dick hung his head, “Dun wanna hurt Bwuce.”
“So go and talk to him - both of you need to say sorry, and then you can be friends again.”
“Okay Awfie,” he hugged the man tight and clambered down, “But if he pushes me ‘gain- I’m gonna smack him.”
“Go.”
The station was on high alert, and every available member of the League and the Titans were in the meeting room.
J’ohn stood at the head of the table, his face grave, “At some point today, Impulse was attacked by the magician - instead of being made a child like the others, he has been frozen in place. The magic inside him is warring with the Speed Force, and if we don’t hurry to reverse this - he will at best, be permanently damaged - at worse, he’ll die.”
“What can we do?” Wonder Girl had her fingers tightly laced together before her as she tried to contain the urge to hit something.
“Zatanna and I have been tracking the man - but he’s eluded us so far. With your individual permissions, I will enter your minds and give you the ‘feeling’ of this man’s magic - you’ll then be able to track him without either of us present.”
“Let’s get on with it then,” the teen stood and slammed her hands against the table, “We’re wasting time - if he’s already gotten Impulse - what’s not to say he’s already after the Flash and then the rest of us?”
“The Flash is staying on the station with the Green Lantern; we hope that by encasing him in the light from Hal’s ring, we can mask his presence and prevent the magician from finding him.” J’ohn moved across to the blond and put his hands on her shoulders, “This may hurt a little.”
The magician scowled as he concentrated on the wand, the feeling of the Flash was fading in and out, and he couldn’t get a clear lock on his target.
He’d hoped that by getting Impulse first, the others wouldn’t discover him for a time - and that he’d have already converted the Flash before he was found; but it seemed that luck wasn’t with him this time.
Putting the wand back under his jacket, he scuttled out of the over-flow tunnel he’d been resting in and made his way down towards the city; it wouldn’t be long before his employer contacted him - he needed to be ready with the results, and his excuses.
End Part Five.
Title: Ybab Cigam - Part Five
Series: DC-U
Pairings: Bruce x Dick, Tim x Kon, Lex x Clark
Rating: PG
Warnings: AU, OOCish, Fluff, Idiocy
Disclaimer: I own my brain and the stories it creates. DC and many others own the characters that I play with - as such, no money is made and much time is wasted.
YBAB CIGAM.
J’ohn was just settling down for a quick nap - after patrolling Bludhaven all evening, exhaustion was pulling at every molecule of his being - the demands of Nightwing’s job combined with the search for the missing magician were draining him of all energy.
Closing his eyes, he let out a deep breath - and heard the bleep of his communicator.
For a brief moment, he toyed with the idea of ignoring it - but duty and obligation had him roughly pulling the covers back and grabbing the device, “Yes?”
“J’ohn,” it was Wonder Woman on the other end, “We need you at the station now; Impulse has been attacked - but he’s not a child … he’s just not moving.”
His eyes widened as her words sunk in, and hurriedly he scrambled to pull his top and shoes on, “I’m ready - transport me now.”
“Master Dick,” Alfred sat on the chair and gestured for the small boy to come over.
“Awfie…” Dick’s face was blotchy and red, still stained with tears and snot; he lifted his arms and waited for the older man to pick him up.
Settling the child on his knee, the butler pulled a handkerchief from his own pocket and carefully cleaned his little ward’s face, “Bruce has something he wants to say to you - will you go and talk to him?”
“No,” the little boy crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, “Bwuce pushed me, he tol’ me to go ‘way. I dun wanna talk to him.”
“Master Dick,” he turned the child so he could look him in the eye, “What Master Bruce did was wrong - but he was upset, don’t tell him I said this,” he lowered his voice, “but he got lost upstairs looking for your medicine - he was frightened and upset that you were hurting; he didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
“Bwuce won’t let me play,” the lower lip was wobbling again as Dick’s childish mind tried to wrap round what he was being told - balancing it against the urge to stick his tongue out and ignore the other boy, “He hurt me.”
“So you’re going to hurt him- is that it?” Alfred didn’t want to see the boy crying again - but he was all too familiar with childish stubbornness, and he had no desire to see the boys engaged in their own private cold war - one that would end up with all the other children taking Dick’s side and making Bruce even worse.
“No,” Dick hung his head, “Dun wanna hurt Bwuce.”
“So go and talk to him - both of you need to say sorry, and then you can be friends again.”
“Okay Awfie,” he hugged the man tight and clambered down, “But if he pushes me ‘gain- I’m gonna smack him.”
“Go.”
The station was on high alert, and every available member of the League and the Titans were in the meeting room.
J’ohn stood at the head of the table, his face grave, “At some point today, Impulse was attacked by the magician - instead of being made a child like the others, he has been frozen in place. The magic inside him is warring with the Speed Force, and if we don’t hurry to reverse this - he will at best, be permanently damaged - at worse, he’ll die.”
“What can we do?” Wonder Girl had her fingers tightly laced together before her as she tried to contain the urge to hit something.
“Zatanna and I have been tracking the man - but he’s eluded us so far. With your individual permissions, I will enter your minds and give you the ‘feeling’ of this man’s magic - you’ll then be able to track him without either of us present.”
“Let’s get on with it then,” the teen stood and slammed her hands against the table, “We’re wasting time - if he’s already gotten Impulse - what’s not to say he’s already after the Flash and then the rest of us?”
“The Flash is staying on the station with the Green Lantern; we hope that by encasing him in the light from Hal’s ring, we can mask his presence and prevent the magician from finding him.” J’ohn moved across to the blond and put his hands on her shoulders, “This may hurt a little.”
The magician scowled as he concentrated on the wand, the feeling of the Flash was fading in and out, and he couldn’t get a clear lock on his target.
He’d hoped that by getting Impulse first, the others wouldn’t discover him for a time - and that he’d have already converted the Flash before he was found; but it seemed that luck wasn’t with him this time.
Putting the wand back under his jacket, he scuttled out of the over-flow tunnel he’d been resting in and made his way down towards the city; it wouldn’t be long before his employer contacted him - he needed to be ready with the results, and his excuses.
End Part Five.