Fic: Castle In The Clouds III: Raise The Drawbridge!!! (7/9)
Title: Castle In The Clouds III: Raise The Drawbridge!!! (7/9)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, Barbara Gordon, Alex Maycomb
Genres: Challenge, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Enemies of The Prince of Gotham and his Royal Consort storm the Castle!
Chapter Summary: Barbara cooks up a plan.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Date Of Completion: February 3, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 17, 2009
Word Count: 509
Author’s Note: This story fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Tabloids Challenge.
The entire series can be found here.
VII
THE BLARNEY STONE
Dick ignored some of the looks thrown his way. The crush of paparazzi was growing by the day. As annoying as they could be, they paled in comparison to the fundies.
The students at Gotham University ignored the two groups for the most part, but Dick suspected that some of them agreed with the Reverend Spear. Still, some of the students were mocking the Church of the Word protesters, so that was something.
He stifled a sigh. He didn’t like the hits that Bruce’s name was taking, nor his own family. It was useless to debate Spear. Close-minded people didn’t debate, they preached.
He entered the library, smiling as he saw Barbara. She was working at her computer at the reference desk.
“Hey, Beautiful.”
She smiled as she continued typing. “Hey, Beautiful.”
Dick grinned. “What’s good in the stacks?”
Barbara laughed. She looked up and her eyes sparkled in admiration at Dick.
“Your hair always looks its best in sunlight.”
Barbara preened, a nimbus of gold outlining her hair.
“You must be part Irish. You’ve got the gift of blarney, Grayson.”
Dick laughed. “Does that mean that Bruce is the Blarney Stone?” He pursed his lips in a kiss.
Barbara grinned as she adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. “You like to live dangerously, Grayson. My girlfriend might be a tad upset.”
“Hmm, considering that she could send me into next Sunday with a flick of her finger, I’ll try not to tick her off.”
“Good plan.”
Barbara’s hand bumped against the keyboard and a national news site popped up. A headline screamed, PREACHER CHARGES PRINCE OF GOTHAM WITH GROSS IMMORALITY!
“Sorry.”
Dick shrugged. “That’s pretty mild compared to his usual rant.”
“He’s a slick con artist.”
“Yeah, well, con artists are usually good at what they do.”
“Imagine that. And he doesn’t even work in a circus.”
Dick snorted as Barbara grinned.
“Go study, scholar. I’ll be here if you need help.”
“Thanks, Red.”
Dick sauntered off to a table, Barbara admiring the view.
& & & & & &
Anger roiled in her, angry at Spear and the other bigots out there. She had seen the hurt behind Dick’s flippant façade.
He and Bruce deserve better.
She turned back to her computer.
Time to do a little digging on the reverend.
& & & & & &
Alex sighed. Spear was really loathsome, but he got ratings, and that was the name of the game.
But she’d be damned if she let him spout his views and stack the audience with his shills this time.
A debate.
That would be good.
And it sure wouldn’t hurt the ratings.
& & & & & &
Barbara smiled as she read her notes. Oh, yes, this would work. The only question was how to use this information to the best advantage.
“…Gotham Today is interested in people willing to debate the Reverend Arlen Spear on next Monday’s show…”
Barbara smiled. She picked up the phone.
“Alex, darling, I’d like to talk to you about next Monday’s show.”
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Bruce/Dick, Barbara Gordon, Alex Maycomb
Genres: Challenge, Drama
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
General Summary: Enemies of The Prince of Gotham and his Royal Consort storm the Castle!
Chapter Summary: Barbara cooks up a plan.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Date Of Completion: February 3, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 17, 2009
Word Count: 509
Author’s Note: This story fits my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Tabloids Challenge.
The entire series can be found here.
VII
THE BLARNEY STONE
Dick ignored some of the looks thrown his way. The crush of paparazzi was growing by the day. As annoying as they could be, they paled in comparison to the fundies.
The students at Gotham University ignored the two groups for the most part, but Dick suspected that some of them agreed with the Reverend Spear. Still, some of the students were mocking the Church of the Word protesters, so that was something.
He stifled a sigh. He didn’t like the hits that Bruce’s name was taking, nor his own family. It was useless to debate Spear. Close-minded people didn’t debate, they preached.
He entered the library, smiling as he saw Barbara. She was working at her computer at the reference desk.
“Hey, Beautiful.”
She smiled as she continued typing. “Hey, Beautiful.”
Dick grinned. “What’s good in the stacks?”
Barbara laughed. She looked up and her eyes sparkled in admiration at Dick.
“Your hair always looks its best in sunlight.”
Barbara preened, a nimbus of gold outlining her hair.
“You must be part Irish. You’ve got the gift of blarney, Grayson.”
Dick laughed. “Does that mean that Bruce is the Blarney Stone?” He pursed his lips in a kiss.
Barbara grinned as she adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses. “You like to live dangerously, Grayson. My girlfriend might be a tad upset.”
“Hmm, considering that she could send me into next Sunday with a flick of her finger, I’ll try not to tick her off.”
“Good plan.”
Barbara’s hand bumped against the keyboard and a national news site popped up. A headline screamed, PREACHER CHARGES PRINCE OF GOTHAM WITH GROSS IMMORALITY!
“Sorry.”
Dick shrugged. “That’s pretty mild compared to his usual rant.”
“He’s a slick con artist.”
“Yeah, well, con artists are usually good at what they do.”
“Imagine that. And he doesn’t even work in a circus.”
Dick snorted as Barbara grinned.
“Go study, scholar. I’ll be here if you need help.”
“Thanks, Red.”
Dick sauntered off to a table, Barbara admiring the view.
& & & & & &
Anger roiled in her, angry at Spear and the other bigots out there. She had seen the hurt behind Dick’s flippant façade.
He and Bruce deserve better.
She turned back to her computer.
Time to do a little digging on the reverend.
& & & & & &
Alex sighed. Spear was really loathsome, but he got ratings, and that was the name of the game.
But she’d be damned if she let him spout his views and stack the audience with his shills this time.
A debate.
That would be good.
And it sure wouldn’t hurt the ratings.
& & & & & &
Barbara smiled as she read her notes. Oh, yes, this would work. The only question was how to use this information to the best advantage.
“…Gotham Today is interested in people willing to debate the Reverend Arlen Spear on next Monday’s show…”
Barbara smiled. She picked up the phone.
“Alex, darling, I’d like to talk to you about next Monday’s show.”