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Title: Lonely Is The Soul
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera/Batman
Characters: Bruce Wayne (Christine Wayne)
Prompt: (078) Refreshed
Word Count: 318
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Coming home never felt so good.
For 100moods
There isn't an inch of the suit not covered in grit or grime. It's found all the seams too. Worked its way under the kevlar. It grates on his skin as he moves. The thought of dragging himself through the Manor to the Master Bedroom makes him cringe. He's having trouble just placing one foot in front of the other. Luckily, he doesn't have that far to go. There's a shower in the cave, accompanied always by an extra set of clothes.
He peals away the layers as he staggers. In his wake, he leaves a trail starting with the cowl. The cape slips from his neck and gathers in a pile. The upper body armor unclasps but refuses to separate. The mud has started to harden, sealing the contoured piece to his chest. At that point, he decides maybe it's best to undress after he enters the shower.
The water is heated to one step shy of scalding. He steps into the spray and lets it hit his hair and face first. The filth starts to flow away from his bruised body and towards the drain. It isn't long before the grate is blocked. He pays it no attention as he strips the suit right down to the boots.
He stands unmoving, a pool building at his feet. The pressured water continues to beat down on him.
He waits. Breathes. Revels in the warmth and lack of dirt.
The peace is disturbed by a knock on the glass. He rolls it away.
Christine is standing as close to the door as she can without getting wet. A look of concern is etched on her face. Her hair is still styled and she hasn't yet donned her nightgown.
She'd waited for him.
"Are you all right?" Her tone mirrors her expression.
With eyes untouched by his weariness, he stares at his wife for a moment.
"I am now."
["Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate." - David Pratt]
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera/Batman
Characters: Bruce Wayne (Christine Wayne)
Prompt: (078) Refreshed
Word Count: 318
Rating: G
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Coming home never felt so good.
For 100moods
There isn't an inch of the suit not covered in grit or grime. It's found all the seams too. Worked its way under the kevlar. It grates on his skin as he moves. The thought of dragging himself through the Manor to the Master Bedroom makes him cringe. He's having trouble just placing one foot in front of the other. Luckily, he doesn't have that far to go. There's a shower in the cave, accompanied always by an extra set of clothes.
He peals away the layers as he staggers. In his wake, he leaves a trail starting with the cowl. The cape slips from his neck and gathers in a pile. The upper body armor unclasps but refuses to separate. The mud has started to harden, sealing the contoured piece to his chest. At that point, he decides maybe it's best to undress after he enters the shower.
The water is heated to one step shy of scalding. He steps into the spray and lets it hit his hair and face first. The filth starts to flow away from his bruised body and towards the drain. It isn't long before the grate is blocked. He pays it no attention as he strips the suit right down to the boots.
He stands unmoving, a pool building at his feet. The pressured water continues to beat down on him.
He waits. Breathes. Revels in the warmth and lack of dirt.
The peace is disturbed by a knock on the glass. He rolls it away.
Christine is standing as close to the door as she can without getting wet. A look of concern is etched on her face. Her hair is still styled and she hasn't yet donned her nightgown.
She'd waited for him.
"Are you all right?" Her tone mirrors her expression.
With eyes untouched by his weariness, he stares at his wife for a moment.
"I am now."
["Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate." - David Pratt]