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Father and Son

Apr 11, 2006 11:54

Never has he imagined his life so full of grace. Crystal clear are his blessings as he sits in silence. Christine is in bed resting not ten feet away. The drapes are drawn to protect their privacy. In his arm as he lounges in the leather chair is a baby of three days old. It's not the most natural of positions for Bruce. He's forcing the ( Read more... )

alex wayne, tim drake, christine wayne, flashback

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_robin_3 April 11 2006, 22:51:59 UTC

Knew for a fact that, out of everyone in this mansion, he deserved some private time alone. Still couldn't entirely believe that another Wayne had graced this world with his presence. The reporters had literally had a field day with this:

WAYNE BECOMES FATHER

That had only been on the front page of the Gotham Gazette, the Daily Planet, the New York Times, the San Francisco Chronicle and various other newspapers. Even Time magazine had a column about it-though, not in a good light whatsoever.

Adopted Sons Want Their Share Early!

Bruce had them sued that day-not just for printing an untrue story, but actually getting clear-cut evidence that we'd been spied on throughout the city! And now Bruce was twice as rich as he'd been before, but the money wasn't what mattered ( ... )

wayne_memoirs April 11 2006, 23:12:06 UTC

With his only remaining free hand, he gestures for Tim to come in. He glances sideways at Christine, hoping his son's arrival has not disturbed his sleeping wife. He perceives no immediate movement. Alex is slumped in the hollow between Bruce's chest and upper arm. A hand on the baby's rear is the only thing keeping him from sliding down into Bruce's lap.

To Tim's question, he offers a tired smile.

_robin_3 April 11 2006, 23:25:26 UTC

A Kodak moment, as Conner would've put it: Bruce Wayne, with his son in his arms. Conner had once said to me that at times, it felt like we weren't going to see our next birthdays. I would do my best, as I was sure Bruce would, to ensure Alex had many birthdays.

"What do you think he'll grow up to be? Besides the next Batman?"

a__nightingale April 11 2006, 23:39:28 UTC

There is movement from the bed and a soft groan of objection as Christine stirs from her rest. She is not in any ill spirits, but certainly felt (and probably looked) worse for wear.

"He won't be Batman..." She had a chance to protect this child from such a life as her other Boys had to live.

It was all that needed to be said on that matter.

"Hello, Tim..." Her voice is warm, filled with sleep that she is shrugging off. She, after all, is never too tire to visit her family.

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