Outside the arena, Bruce was standing on top of a rusty old car, waving a JLI t-shirt like a banner. "Come and get 'em, official merchandise of the downtrodden and oppressed!"
OMG. I can't... Bruce!
who hugged it to her chest like a holy relic. He already know how his conversation with Bruce was going to unfold later: he would point out that it seemed unfair to claim the t-shirts were a sign of rebellion against the DCW when the money went to the DCW. And Bruce would raise his eyebrows in That Way and say "But we're not selling them t-shirts, Clark, we're selling them a fantasy of rebellion. We're letting them be part of a sweeping revenge narrative, a titanic battle between good and evil, for a mere twenty bucks. A bargain at twice the price, I'd say." And Clark would have to admit that the ecstatic reaction to the shirts was to much more than a piece of cloth, and Bruce would laugh and say "We are the sellers of dreams, Clark. Each of those people owns a little piece of your pure and gallant soul."
That whole paragraph. Sooo Bruce and Clark. Bruce manipulating everything to his/their advantage, Clark with his ethical doubts. And also a very nice summary of the appeal of wrestling. Well done! :-)
Clark was beginning to suspect he and Bruce knew each other too well, if they could have entire hypothetical arguments without words.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
"I believe you still owe all of us better skulkers a pizza, Kent," said Bruce. "And it's good for all of us to be seen in public together, since we're supposed to be a team." His smile turned a bit lopsided. "And I think I'd like to enjoy spending some time with--with all of you before my inevitable betrayal of my former compatriots."
Bruce, hate to break it to you, but you are one transparent glass wall. :-D
"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"
*blank look* explain please?
"You guys are so cool," said Dick.
Clark couldn't help snorting. "You've been in the business a lot longer than I have!"
"Yeah, but..." Dick shifted from one foot to the other. "You're just cooler."
I remember that feeling. Dickie is running with the big crowd now. *hearts him*
"Hey, kid!" Dick paused and Bruce threw a spare JLI t-shirt at him. "This way you'll fit in better."
These nonchalant gestures are so Bruce!
*** I smell some (hopefully minor) catastrophe in the future! Replacing a thorough worker who is concerned with the safety of wrestlers... But I know in this verse nothing too bad will happen, thank God!
"--with you?" the boy finished, gazing adoringly at Dick Grayson as if no one else was there at all.
Timmy!!!!!
as Bruce obligingly took their picture together,
<3 <3 <3
there were hints of both disappointment and approval in the set of his jaw.
"I'm pretty sure you can too," said Bruce.
Oh that leaves me with mixed feelings. We still don't know what (if anything) happened to Bruce's parents in this verse. Mhhhh.
By the way, I am waiting longingly for the romance to pick up again! But you gave us some precious moments in this chapter with Dick and Tim. :-))))) Thank you!
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Date: 2013-08-27 10:23 am (UTC)OMG. I can't... Bruce!
who hugged it to her chest like a holy relic. He already know how his conversation with Bruce was going to unfold later: he would point out that it seemed unfair to claim the t-shirts were a sign of rebellion against the DCW when the money went to the DCW. And Bruce would raise his eyebrows in That Way and say "But we're not selling them t-shirts, Clark, we're selling them a fantasy of rebellion. We're letting them be part of a sweeping revenge narrative, a titanic battle between good and evil, for a mere twenty bucks. A bargain at twice the price, I'd say." And Clark would have to admit that the ecstatic reaction to the shirts was to much more than a piece of cloth, and Bruce would laugh and say "We are the sellers of dreams, Clark. Each of those people owns a little piece of your pure and gallant soul."
That whole paragraph. Sooo Bruce and Clark. Bruce manipulating everything to his/their advantage, Clark with his ethical doubts. And also a very nice summary of the appeal of wrestling. Well done! :-)
Clark was beginning to suspect he and Bruce knew each other too well, if they could have entire hypothetical arguments without words.
<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3
"I believe you still owe all of us better skulkers a pizza, Kent," said Bruce. "And it's good for all of us to be seen in public together, since we're supposed to be a team." His smile turned a bit lopsided. "And I think I'd like to enjoy spending some time with--with all of you before my inevitable betrayal of my former compatriots."
Bruce, hate to break it to you, but you are one transparent glass wall. :-D
"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"
*blank look* explain please?
"You guys are so cool," said Dick.
Clark couldn't help snorting. "You've been in the business a lot longer than I have!"
"Yeah, but..." Dick shifted from one foot to the other. "You're just cooler."
I remember that feeling. Dickie is running with the big crowd now. *hearts him*
"Hey, kid!" Dick paused and Bruce threw a spare JLI t-shirt at him. "This way you'll fit in better."
These nonchalant gestures are so Bruce!
***
I smell some (hopefully minor) catastrophe in the future! Replacing a thorough worker who is concerned with the safety of wrestlers... But I know in this verse nothing too bad will happen, thank God!
"--with you?" the boy finished, gazing adoringly at Dick Grayson as if no one else was there at all.
Timmy!!!!!
as Bruce obligingly took their picture together,
<3 <3 <3
there were hints of both disappointment and approval in the set of his jaw.
"I'm pretty sure you can too," said Bruce.
Oh that leaves me with mixed feelings. We still don't know what (if anything) happened to Bruce's parents in this verse. Mhhhh.
By the way, I am waiting longingly for the romance to pick up again! But you gave us some precious moments in this chapter with Dick and Tim. :-))))) Thank you!