|Sing Sweet Nightingale
Author: Kittie Emily PM
There were many thoughts rolling in Robin's mind at the current moment. The biggest and clearest one was the fact that this battle didn't have him feeling the aster. At all. Rated M for RapeRated: Fiction M - English - Tragedy/Family - Richard G./Nightwing - Chapters: 2 - Words: 6,848 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 48 - Follows: 21 - Updated: 05-12-12 - Published: 04-23-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8053124
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The words that rolled out of his throat felt so right to speak. The part time vigilante almost missed the tremble that coursed through his partner's body. His hand immediately moved to caress his son's shaking body.
"Batman." Bruce was almost startled by the voice in his ear, he was almost positive he had turned off his comms. after he had called for back-up. The Caped Crusader's eye shut as he spoke. Dick was very much out of the conscious world and it seemed the beeping in his ear wouldn't stop unless he would answer the voice in his ear.
"Superman." He said a bit lower than he meant his voice to be. His throat wasn't being emotionally friendly, his voice betrayed him.
"What happened? Barry told me Joker and Robin and…" The Bat didn't even bother to listen to the other part of the World's Finest team. He couldn't even begin to think what everyone was talking about. Surely Barry had seen the fluids, or was going through them now, seminal fluids, blood, sweat, and quite possibly the drug residue from the aphrodisiac given to his young ward.
"Bruce, are you even listening?" He heard the groaned out voice of Robin's all too tired and worried second father. He almost wanted to smile at the thought but refused the action. He couldn't, today wasn't a day of happiness. It was a day of mourning.
Mourning the loss of his little bird's innocence.
Bruce had his hands around his newly adopted son's own. The kid had been out for a while and it was expected that he'd be sleeping for the rest of the day. He didn't blame his bird, he blamed himself. Superman had pieced two and two together after Barry had told the worried pseudo second father of his faux son's rape. Bruce swallowed the bile that built up in the back of his throat. This wasn't fair, fair to his bird nor was it fair to him. Dick was only thirteen, thirteen. He shouldn't have lost his innocence like this, it should've been done with a girl or boy, he hadn't thrown out the possibility of Robin being gay, it could happen, he thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with, which would never, probably, actually happen but the man could dream. Oh yes, he could dream.
Bruce was taken from his internal brooding when he felt a strong hands clasp his shoulders slowly. The ravenette never once moved his eyes from his son's sleeping face. He looked so relaxed here, so unlike what he had seen hours earlier via the video camera.
"Bruce…" The voice was soft and understanding, something the Bat knew only meant Clark was here to check on him. Bruce kept himself quiet, afraid to speak. His voice had given up half way through their earlier discussion of their shared son. His eyes softened as he watched Dick's mouth twitch into a smile for a moment, the smile was gone almost as quickly as it came. The philanthropist was glad to have seen it at all, he severely hoped his Robin wouldn't be mentally incapable of being alone after this but Bruce knew. He knew the child would cling to him, afraid to let him go. The brooding male let his shoulders sag under the touch of Clark's hands. He couldn't hold up a strong front right now, it hurt too much. He felt too much.
"…I remember the day you were way over your head against Two Face. Dick was worried and called me." The journalist began to speak, it was a small whispered but loud enough for the vigilante in front of him to hear. It was a distraction, a distraction that Bruce was almost too willing to hear.
"He told me he was scared, he couldn't get you to answer. He wanted me to look for you. I was unsuccessful in my search so he and I went out together. He was eleven at the time." Bruce leaned his head back in the lower abdomen of the Kryptonian as he looked up at the Super. Clark looked down to see Bruce's duller than usual gray, blue eyes look into his own on atmospheric blue ones. Clark gave a sad smile; the Caped Crusader had less than a clue about what the Super was talking about.
"When we found you were a little worse for wear but fine so we went home, little did I know Dick was grounded and not allowed to patrol that night... though he had been so worried about you that he hadn't done his math homework." There was a bit of mirth in the larger man's eyes and smile. It was a fond memory to the hero. Bruce almost wanted to mirror the smile but found all he did was tighten his grip on his young son's hand. Dick had always done things to protect him, so why couldn't he? Was he the biggest failure in Dick's life? The tired, stressed vigilante shut his eyes taking a shaky breath. Clark would be allowed to tell his story.
"…You came home and hid how tired and beaten you were but you checked on Dick. He had a bit of dirt on his face from somewhere or another and you caught it." Clark's voice had increasingly gotten stronger as he spoke. It helped his Bat in his time of need, so he would make sure to stay strong enough for the both of them… strong enough for their little Super Bat Clan. Clark smiled at the thought, the Super Bat Clan.
"And I asked him if he had done his homework… but it was done when I opened the book. How…?" Bruce said, blinking open his eyes as he stared up at his World's Finest partner. He just received a twinkle from the part time journalist's eyes as an even wider smile caress the large man's lips.
"I stood out the window and did it for him. Didn't take too long, the look on your face was priceless though. You were so sure you were about to give another punishment…but you believed him when he said he didn't go out and he did his homework." Bruce sighed through his nose, his shoulder shook lightly in a silent chuckle.
"…Clark you said… you said you wouldn't… say anything…" A weak, cracking voice broke their moment, taking Bruce's full attention as she snapped his body forward to his bird.
"Sorry, kiddo. I had to get the brooding, oppressed air outta the room." Clark said, leaning forward to rest his chin on Bruce's head. Bruce blinked at the action but noticed the lack of eye response from Dick. The teen hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he was talking.
"How are you feeling?" Bruce's fatherly worry was taking over, something he could do since no one other than his closest friend and son were here. The worried Bat rolled his thumb over his bed ridden child. What else could he honestly do? He felt powerless. His little bird's fingers moved slowly until he figured the teen knew his hand was being held by his father's own.
"S…Should I feel pain?" The Boy Wonder asked taking a breath, he didn't move much except was the occasional wince. Bruce could feel the muscles moving in Clark's chin as he assumed the man was changing facial positions. Probably making a face at what their shared son had said. The Gotham Protector looked back to his son's face, noticing a hint of a blush that laced his cheeks.
"You were drugged, I'm unsure by what but it had Poison Ivy written all over it." Batman spoke, not Bruce. This was purely Batman. Both men watched the boy relax, being thankful for something. Something they weren't entirely sure of. Bruce had an inkling of what it might have been but he wouldn't know until he worked of the nerve to ask his partner.
"Dick…" Bruce whispered out, using his hand to pet Dick's own. He wasn't sure what to say, but the pressure on his head was gone and the door behind him had clicked shut. Clark was giving them privacy in the best way he knew how, by not being there.
"…Did… did this…" Bruce heard his son begin to speak, the voice sounded like it was hoarse from screaming. This, from what Bruce remembered, had actually happened. Robin's body had betrayed his mind, he'd let the boy know that. Dick wasn't in control; his body was reacting naturally to such stimulus. The thought disgusted him, but he didn't let it show.
"…Joker." The Boy Wonder's voice cracked and in an instant Bruce scooped the injured bird into his arms. He felt the silent shakes of sobs in his large arms as his partner tried to cope in the only way he knew how. The Bat just held his son to his chest as tightly as he could; the teen clung as tightly to his father as he could in his weakened state.
"Don't worry, I'm here. I'm here Dick." Bruce chanted to his ward, his son, his partner, his reason for living most days. He would not be here if it wasn't for his little Robin and he wasn't leaving his baby bird, never again.
And his little bird didn't protest.
Okay, so I lost like any idea of what to do after this point. I'm not making a new series until Tense is done and I'm Coming Home… so yeah. :'D
Hope you enjoyed this little ending to help your bleeding hearts.
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