Fic: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (2/14)
Title: Wings Of Angels Trilogy Book I: Epidemic (2/14)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Bruce/Dick, Barbara Gordon
Series Notes: When Gotham falls to an epidemic, Batman and Robin need help to protect the city. All chapters can be found here.
Categories: Drama, Angst
Rating (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: On the second night, Bruce and Dick reaffirm life in a stricken city.
Date of Completion: April 4, 2007
Date of Posting: April 23, 2007
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, DC does, more's the pity.
Word Count: 848
Author's Note: Once in awhile an original character will slip into the group up there in the Pairings/Characters line, so if you don't recognize the name, that' s probably why. :)
BLOOD OF HIS ANCESTORS
The next night out was just as busy. Batman and Robin were all out as they thwarted the petty crimes of Gotham.
As they were taking a break on the rooftops, the flutter of blue caught Robin’s eye. He smiled as he saw Batgirl on the nearby roof. Batman saw her a few seconds later.
She swung over, red hair streaming out behind her. Landing gracefully as always, she said, “Hello, boys. Busy tonight.”
“Very,” Batman replied.
“So, how was the conference?” Robin asked.
“Information science can be amazingly interesting if you approach it with the right mindset.” Batgirl reeled in her line.
“I didn’t know a librarians’ convention could be on the wild side.”
Batgirl sniffed. “Go ahead, Short Pants. Make fun of my profession.”
Robin grinned. Teasing Batgirl was just one of life’s perks.
“Sorry I couldn’t be here to help sooner.”
“You’re here now,” Batman said. “I suggest we all patrol this area together. If things are quiet, we can split up later.”
Batgirl nodded. Usually a soloist, she was willing to defer to Batman’s leadership when she joined the Dynamic Duo. The three of them began their patrol, Robin thrilled at the wind on his face as they flew.
& & & & & &
It looked as if the criminals were falling victim to the flu more often. The night continued with petty crimes, then tapered off as a cold wind sprung up. Robin shivered and wrapped his cape around his shoulders.
“I’ll be happy to patrol with you tomorrow night if you’d like, Batman,” Batgirl said.
Batman nodded, accepting the offer. “Meet us on the Braddock Building.”
She nodded in response, smiling at Robin. “Maybe you need longer pants, Short Pants.”
He stuck his tongue out and she laughed, waving goodbye as she flew away.
“Are you all right, Robin?”
Robin nodded. Neither one of them could afford any macho posturing with this epidemic. Ordinarily both were reluctant to worry the other with any instances of headaches or other pains, but it was essential that they be honest with each other as this particular flu strain hit so suddenly. They would be worse than useless if they ignored any symptoms.
“Fine, just a little chilled.”
“We should head back home. It’s quiet now.”
Robin was happy to follow that lead, and they were soon in the warmth of the Batmobile. He reached down to pluck out a candy from his stash. Wordlessly he offered the bag to his partner, who resolutely stared ahead at the road, then slipped a hand into the bag. Robin’s smile was incandescent.
Back at the Manor, they quickly undressed and showered, stopped for the snack of milk and cookies that Alfred had laid out in the kitchen, then Dick led the way up to their bedroom, dancing to a tune in his head while Bruce followed along with an indulgently amused smile.
Some nights they were too tired to do anything but tumble into bed, but tonight Dick wanted more, and he sensed that Bruce was in the same mood. Once inside their room, Dick immediately threw his robe off and kicked his slippers into a corner. He fell back onto the bed, lightly bouncing, and Bruce was on top of him before he could move.
Strong arms surrounded him as a hot mouth nipped at his neck, Bruce’s body covering him with all the possessiveness that was just as much Bruce as Bat. Dick reveled in the feeling of warmth, of feeling loved, as he wrapped his legs around Bruce’s hips, demanding to be pleasured. Bruce’s mouth was all over him, sending shivers down his spine, touching and tasting and wanting and needing…
Dick kissed the strong jaw, sliding down to the throat and then wiggled his way out from beneath Bruce, using his tongue to trace a path down the broad chest. His own heat rose as he felt his buttocks cupped by sure hands, kneading and caressing as Bruce kissed his face when he raised his head, his lover smelling fresh and clean and musky as Dick pushed him onto his back, paying homage to a body he knew well, whether as blood and sinew and bone as they flew above the rooftops of Gotham, or in this bed.
Passion was Dick’s stock-in-trade. Passionate blood sang in him, his lust for life thrumming through him whether immersed in a childhood world of noise and color and applause, or in the quiet shadows of the city he had adopted as his own as he flew by the Bat’s side, no words needed between them as they protected the people from their own worst desires, or preserved their shreds of innocence.
They came together in breaths of desire, hot and slick and gleaming, bodies one, minds afire, and Dick felt the elation of falling through the sky without a net, dizzying and wild and being caught by the arms of the man he loved, fingers caressing his hair as they sighed, home whispering to him as he fell into slumber.
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