FIC: Autumn Skies
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mithenTitle: Autumn Skies
Characters/Pairings: Clark, Bruce, Alfred
Rating: G (preslash if you squint but really gen)
Summary: Bruce is on his way to dedicate a statue of a true Gotham hero--Harvey Dent.
Word count: 1350
Continuity: Superman Returns/The Dark Knight crossover, set six months after the events of TDK.
"With all due respect," Alfred Pennyworth said as he peered in the rear view mirror at his passenger in the backseat, "I think you've probably practiced that speech enough."
Bruce Wayne made a noncommittal sound and continued mumbling to himself, staring at the pieces of paper in front of him.
"You'll do fine," Alfred said.
"I'm no good at this," Bruce muttered.
"Your evening alter ego does have little call for making eloquent speeches," Alfred admitted. "But you'll be perfectly fine. Smile a lot and read your speech and get it over with."
"It's important," Bruce said. "I have to get it just right."
Alfred made an exasperated sound. "You chose this path, sir. It's a bit late to be balking at reeling off a string of lies."
"It's not lies. Not in the ways that matter," Bruce said, but he sighed and set the speech aside for a moment, rubbing at his eyes. The inside of the limousine was warm, but outside it was late October and the air was crisp and touched with frost. The autumn sky was bright, a stunning blue of perfect clarity. Bruce turned his eyes from it, wincing at the memory it evoked of brilliant blue skies...and equally unclouded eyes, gazing at him with something like understanding.
It was eight long years ago, he thought fiercely, banishing the memory. Eight years since a scruffy young man had met an alien with eyes like azure daggers and helped him stop a pirate hijacking off the coast of Yemen. Eight years since Superman had pulled him from the burning wreckage of a sinking ship and lifted him aloft into a sky so blue it could hurt the soul, had looked at him in silence, suspended in perfect cerulean. A moment, a moment that had passed with their parting, and any unspoken promises had been entirely in Bruce's imagination.
Eight years since a nameless pirate and an alien superhero met.
Five years since Superman disappeared.
Eighteen months since Batman appeared in Gotham.
Six months since Harvey Dent died.
And one week since Superman's return to Earth, to Metropolis, and to the mind of Bruce Wayne.
He had half-expected Superman would join the chase for the murderous Batman. Many had called for it. But the Kryptonian had merely smiled his opaque smile, and Superman hadn't come looking for Batman at all.
Nor had he come looking for Bruce Wayne. And why should he? Why would feckless, careless Bruce Wayne have any connection to a soot-covered thug, met briefly almost a decade ago? Bruce had nothing to fear. He was safe.
He was lonely.
He was safe.
"We're here, sir," said Alfred, and Bruce stepped out of the limousine and made his way toward the Gotham City Courthouse and the new statue being dedicated in front of it.
It was a good likeness, he thought proudly, looking up at Harvey Dent's unscarred marble face. The statue gazed across the square in front of the courthouse as if admiring the statue of Justice on the other side, her scales poised in the moment of weighing. One hand was held out as if in benediction of the people crossing the square on the way to the court, kind and benevolent. A guardian in pure white stone, unblemished and perfect.
Bruce shivered a little, the sharp autumn air reaching through his wool coat, and he wrapped his cashmere muffler around his neck a bit tighter.
"Are you ready, Mr. Wayne?" Jim Gordon's voice was blandly polite, his face expressionless. Only a person who knew him very well indeed would be able to see his deep discomfort as he looked up at the looming statue of Dent.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Bruce said cheerfully, and Jim grimaced slightly. Bruce knew Jim liked him even less because of his tireless work to have a monument erected to Harvey, and he also knew Jim felt guilty for that resentment. In public Jim was unfailingly complimentary about the martyred D.A.. But Bruce knew him well enough to know he couldn't be sanguine about people idolizing a man who'd held a gun to his child's head.
I'm sorry, Jim, thought Bruce as he listened to his introduction. It's for Gotham. All for Gotham.
"...the man behind this project, our benefactor, Bruce Wayne!" There was polite applause as Bruce stepped up the podium, nothing too enthusiastic. They weren't here to see him, they were here for Harvey. Bruce cleared his throat and shuffled his papers slightly, then began:
"Once I said that I believed in Harvey Dent," Bruce started. "And death hasn't dimmed that belief. More than ever, I believe in what Harvey stood for. Justice. Fairness. The passion to right wrongs. The dream of a new and better Gotham." He looked up briefly at the crowd. "Harvey will never see his dream realized, but I've seen it coming true, bit by bit, every day. Every day when someone does a small kindness, every day that someone stops the tiniest of injustices. And that's every day here in Gotham." He looked up at the statue, its blind marble eyes staring endlessly at the city, and addressed it directly: "Harvey. I promise you that I'll do everything I can, everything in my power, to live up to that vision. Harvey and his fiancee, Rachel Dawes--" It hurt to say it, but he could give Harvey that, surely, "--they wanted to see better men and women in the DA's office, better people in the legal system. So in their names, I'll be establishing a scholarship for gifted kids to study law if they promise to stay in Gotham, use their gifts for Gotham. I can't be the kind of hero Harvey was, the kind of hero this city deserves--" Without warning, he felt his throat burning and realized he was alarmingly close to tears; he brushed at his eyes with his kidskin gloves, hearing the crowd murmur and knowing his break in composure would be in every newspaper story. "But I hope maybe someday I'll have helped someone to become a hero like him. It won't ever be enough, my friend. But I hope it's something."
He stepped down to take his seat next to a stoically applauding Jim Gordon, wiping his eyes again and feeling foolish. Sentimental, maudlin fool, he thought fiercely. He was no hero. Not like this image of Harvey, frozen in marble; not like the Man of Steel in Metropolis. He had chosen his life, chosen not to be a hero.
He had no regrets.
Other speeches went by and Bruce applauded politely over and over until they were done at last. The crowd dispersed slowly, but Bruce found himself standing in the square, staring up at the image of Harvey Dent, solid and pure against the dazzling blue sky. So blue. So far away.
Alfred would be waiting for him. He should go.
He stayed.
Slowly, gradually, he became aware that he was nearly alone in the square. One man had stayed by him, also looking up at the statue; Bruce assessed him quickly, involuntarily, his mind elsewhere. Trenchcoat, fedora, press badge, heavy horn-rimmed glasses hiding his eyes. "Beautiful statue," the man said conversationally.
"A true hero of Gotham," Bruce agreed.
The man chuckled a little, shrugging. "It'd be a hell of a story, if anyone could get the full story. Too bad I'll never be able to write it." He looked down at his feet, back up at the statue. "But someone once said a hero is the one who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Then he turned to face Bruce, slipping his glasses down to gaze over them. "I know who the real hero is," he said.
Bruce stood still, transfixed by eyes the color of a clear autumn sky, over a smile as warm and hopeful as spring. Then the man turned and walked away, leaving Bruce alone in the square.
No, he thought as he walked toward his car, the wind lifting his scarf. Maybe not so alone after all.
Characters/Pairings: Clark, Bruce, Alfred
Rating: G (preslash if you squint but really gen)
Summary: Bruce is on his way to dedicate a statue of a true Gotham hero--Harvey Dent.
Word count: 1350
Continuity: Superman Returns/The Dark Knight crossover, set six months after the events of TDK.
"With all due respect," Alfred Pennyworth said as he peered in the rear view mirror at his passenger in the backseat, "I think you've probably practiced that speech enough."
Bruce Wayne made a noncommittal sound and continued mumbling to himself, staring at the pieces of paper in front of him.
"You'll do fine," Alfred said.
"I'm no good at this," Bruce muttered.
"Your evening alter ego does have little call for making eloquent speeches," Alfred admitted. "But you'll be perfectly fine. Smile a lot and read your speech and get it over with."
"It's important," Bruce said. "I have to get it just right."
Alfred made an exasperated sound. "You chose this path, sir. It's a bit late to be balking at reeling off a string of lies."
"It's not lies. Not in the ways that matter," Bruce said, but he sighed and set the speech aside for a moment, rubbing at his eyes. The inside of the limousine was warm, but outside it was late October and the air was crisp and touched with frost. The autumn sky was bright, a stunning blue of perfect clarity. Bruce turned his eyes from it, wincing at the memory it evoked of brilliant blue skies...and equally unclouded eyes, gazing at him with something like understanding.
It was eight long years ago, he thought fiercely, banishing the memory. Eight years since a scruffy young man had met an alien with eyes like azure daggers and helped him stop a pirate hijacking off the coast of Yemen. Eight years since Superman had pulled him from the burning wreckage of a sinking ship and lifted him aloft into a sky so blue it could hurt the soul, had looked at him in silence, suspended in perfect cerulean. A moment, a moment that had passed with their parting, and any unspoken promises had been entirely in Bruce's imagination.
Eight years since a nameless pirate and an alien superhero met.
Five years since Superman disappeared.
Eighteen months since Batman appeared in Gotham.
Six months since Harvey Dent died.
And one week since Superman's return to Earth, to Metropolis, and to the mind of Bruce Wayne.
He had half-expected Superman would join the chase for the murderous Batman. Many had called for it. But the Kryptonian had merely smiled his opaque smile, and Superman hadn't come looking for Batman at all.
Nor had he come looking for Bruce Wayne. And why should he? Why would feckless, careless Bruce Wayne have any connection to a soot-covered thug, met briefly almost a decade ago? Bruce had nothing to fear. He was safe.
He was lonely.
He was safe.
"We're here, sir," said Alfred, and Bruce stepped out of the limousine and made his way toward the Gotham City Courthouse and the new statue being dedicated in front of it.
It was a good likeness, he thought proudly, looking up at Harvey Dent's unscarred marble face. The statue gazed across the square in front of the courthouse as if admiring the statue of Justice on the other side, her scales poised in the moment of weighing. One hand was held out as if in benediction of the people crossing the square on the way to the court, kind and benevolent. A guardian in pure white stone, unblemished and perfect.
Bruce shivered a little, the sharp autumn air reaching through his wool coat, and he wrapped his cashmere muffler around his neck a bit tighter.
"Are you ready, Mr. Wayne?" Jim Gordon's voice was blandly polite, his face expressionless. Only a person who knew him very well indeed would be able to see his deep discomfort as he looked up at the looming statue of Dent.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Bruce said cheerfully, and Jim grimaced slightly. Bruce knew Jim liked him even less because of his tireless work to have a monument erected to Harvey, and he also knew Jim felt guilty for that resentment. In public Jim was unfailingly complimentary about the martyred D.A.. But Bruce knew him well enough to know he couldn't be sanguine about people idolizing a man who'd held a gun to his child's head.
I'm sorry, Jim, thought Bruce as he listened to his introduction. It's for Gotham. All for Gotham.
"...the man behind this project, our benefactor, Bruce Wayne!" There was polite applause as Bruce stepped up the podium, nothing too enthusiastic. They weren't here to see him, they were here for Harvey. Bruce cleared his throat and shuffled his papers slightly, then began:
"Once I said that I believed in Harvey Dent," Bruce started. "And death hasn't dimmed that belief. More than ever, I believe in what Harvey stood for. Justice. Fairness. The passion to right wrongs. The dream of a new and better Gotham." He looked up briefly at the crowd. "Harvey will never see his dream realized, but I've seen it coming true, bit by bit, every day. Every day when someone does a small kindness, every day that someone stops the tiniest of injustices. And that's every day here in Gotham." He looked up at the statue, its blind marble eyes staring endlessly at the city, and addressed it directly: "Harvey. I promise you that I'll do everything I can, everything in my power, to live up to that vision. Harvey and his fiancee, Rachel Dawes--" It hurt to say it, but he could give Harvey that, surely, "--they wanted to see better men and women in the DA's office, better people in the legal system. So in their names, I'll be establishing a scholarship for gifted kids to study law if they promise to stay in Gotham, use their gifts for Gotham. I can't be the kind of hero Harvey was, the kind of hero this city deserves--" Without warning, he felt his throat burning and realized he was alarmingly close to tears; he brushed at his eyes with his kidskin gloves, hearing the crowd murmur and knowing his break in composure would be in every newspaper story. "But I hope maybe someday I'll have helped someone to become a hero like him. It won't ever be enough, my friend. But I hope it's something."
He stepped down to take his seat next to a stoically applauding Jim Gordon, wiping his eyes again and feeling foolish. Sentimental, maudlin fool, he thought fiercely. He was no hero. Not like this image of Harvey, frozen in marble; not like the Man of Steel in Metropolis. He had chosen his life, chosen not to be a hero.
He had no regrets.
Other speeches went by and Bruce applauded politely over and over until they were done at last. The crowd dispersed slowly, but Bruce found himself standing in the square, staring up at the image of Harvey Dent, solid and pure against the dazzling blue sky. So blue. So far away.
Alfred would be waiting for him. He should go.
He stayed.
Slowly, gradually, he became aware that he was nearly alone in the square. One man had stayed by him, also looking up at the statue; Bruce assessed him quickly, involuntarily, his mind elsewhere. Trenchcoat, fedora, press badge, heavy horn-rimmed glasses hiding his eyes. "Beautiful statue," the man said conversationally.
"A true hero of Gotham," Bruce agreed.
The man chuckled a little, shrugging. "It'd be a hell of a story, if anyone could get the full story. Too bad I'll never be able to write it." He looked down at his feet, back up at the statue. "But someone once said a hero is the one who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Then he turned to face Bruce, slipping his glasses down to gaze over them. "I know who the real hero is," he said.
Bruce stood still, transfixed by eyes the color of a clear autumn sky, over a smile as warm and hopeful as spring. Then the man turned and walked away, leaving Bruce alone in the square.
No, he thought as he walked toward his car, the wind lifting his scarf. Maybe not so alone after all.
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Date: 2009-01-30 06:24 am (UTC):content sigh:
Yeah, both of them should never be alone again!
I really loved this little thing, full of beautifully painted images - and I love Bruce being uncomfortable speaking in front of crowds, it shows that he's just a human after all and vulnerable, especially without all the kevlar around him.
Soooo good! :D
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Date: 2009-01-30 09:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 07:08 am (UTC)Bruce looks quite sad in the begining but I really like the ending. I know he will be fine.
Well-done! I love it. :)
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Date: 2009-01-30 09:51 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2009-01-30 09:40 am (UTC)I don't need to sqint to see the preslash... Maybe thats me.
*takes off her glasses*
Maybe these have slash tinted lenses :P
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Date: 2009-01-30 09:53 am (UTC)Keep those glasses, I love the effects they have on your writing! :D
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Date: 2009-01-30 04:48 pm (UTC)Every time I've seen TDK, I sort of keep hoping that in the scenes we don't see, after Batman is being chased by the GCPD, there's Superman up there somewhere and he'll help make it better. Has to... can't leave Bruce like this. Too sad. :(
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:08 pm (UTC)Angeloz
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Date: 2009-01-30 05:14 pm (UTC)Angeloz
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Date: 2009-01-31 03:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-30 06:42 pm (UTC)Bruce's loneliness is very evident in the movies. In comics, he does have that big family surrounding him.
Clark is ethereal here, with that serene smile and the knowing.
And Jim's position is awkward at best, poor guy. If he hadn't been so shell-shocked at the time, he would have given Batman a helluva argument against choosing to lionize Harvey and demonize the Bat, because Gotham does deserve a hero to give it hope, and a murderous Bat gives no hope at all. And eventually Harvey's madness will come out. Stuff like that always does.
Wonderful imagery of the blue skies and eyes and the pure marble statue of a man hardly pure at all.
The end scene is so quiet and lovely! :)
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Date: 2009-01-31 03:56 am (UTC)I do like movieverse Superman for that, he's so much more otherworldly than the more grounded version in the comics.
I enjoyed imagining Harvey's statue there, all white and shining and a total lie. :) And it's always fun to give Bruce someone who really understands him... :) Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2009-01-30 07:21 pm (UTC)"With all due respect," Alfred Pennyworth said as he peered in the rear view mirror at his passenger in the backseat, "I think you've probably practiced that speech enough."
Eeee! Alfred! I could so hear Michael Cane's voice with everything he said here. :)
"It's important," Bruce said. "I have to get it just right."
*pets Bruce*
Eight years since a scruffy young man had met an alien with eyes like azure daggers and helped him stop a pirate hijacking off the coast of Yemen.
Oh, I loved the way you described Superman's eyes there! *hearts it*
He was lonely.
Woobie!!!!! *huggles Bruce*
The statue gazed across the square in front of the courthouse as if admiring the statue of Justice on the other side, her scales poised in the moment of weighing. One hand was held out as if in benediction of the people crossing the square on the way to the court, kind and benevolent. A guardian in pure white stone, unblemished and perfect.
I loved the description of the statue! I can see it so clearly in my mind. :)
I'm sorry, Jim, thought Bruce as he listened to his introduction. It's for Gotham. All for Gotham.
Jim, yay! :D *pets Bruce* Such a woobie.
Without warning, he felt his throat burning and realized he was alarmingly close to tears; he brushed at his eyes with his kidskin gloves, hearing the crowd murmur and knowing his break in composure would be in every newspaper story.
*huggles Bruce* Oh, poor baby.
He was no hero. Not like this image of Harvey, frozen in marble; not like the Man of Steel in Metropolis. He had chosen his life, chosen not to be a hero.
Oh, you are, Bruce. You are. *hearts him*
"But someone once said a hero is the one who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles." Then he turned to face Bruce, slipping his glasses down to gaze over them. "I know who the real hero is," he said.
*hearts Clark*
No, he thought as he walked toward his car, the wind lifting his scarf. Maybe not so alone after all.
Eee! *glomps Bruce and Clark*
This was wonderful! You know how much I've been looking forward to seeing your post TDK fic, and it didn't disappoint at all. :) *glomps you*
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Date: 2009-01-31 03:59 am (UTC)His Alfred is so different cfrom the comics Alfred...I usually have to rewatch a little of one of the movies before tackling his voice, it's so distinct!
*huggles Bruce* Oh, poor baby.
I knoooowww. Post-TDK Bruce is hard to write, I know you've been wrestling with it too! I love Bruce thinking he's not a hero when he totally is. *wistful sigh*
The "someone" in the quote is Christopher Reeve, too! Dan found me the quote. :)
I'm glad you liked it! I've been having fun with shorter stories and trying to get a certain tone lately, so I enjoyed this one (despite it being very frustrating at times, lol!)
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Date: 2009-01-30 08:26 pm (UTC)I was a little leery about Alfred's role in The Dark Knight. He seemed to be... approving of Batman? And at times pushing Bruce further into the role.
Bruce had nothing to fear. He was safe. / He was lonely. / He was safe.
Good turn of phrase!
So in their names, I'll be establishing a scholarship for gifted kids to study law if they promise to stay in Gotham, use their gifts for Gotham.
Run, kids!!! Get out while you still can!
Jesus, my fight/flight reaction just went mad with that one.
In public Jim was unfailingly complimentary about the martyred D.A.. But Bruce knew him well enough to know he couldn't be sanguine about people idolizing a man who'd held a gun to his child's head.
One can only imagine what Jim's children themselves are going through, forced to keep that secret.
A guardian in pure white stone, unblemished and perfect.
One of the most fascinating things about the DCU is that the heroes are the ones with secrets. The villains let it all hang out. Harvey was called Two-Face before he was scarred, but as soon as his outer face matched his inner one, he became that inner tendency. Now that he's dead, Bruce is taking that back, forcing Harvey back in the supervillain closet, as it were.
I feel worse about Rachel Dawes, though. Fridged, with some of the best of our time.
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Date: 2009-01-31 01:14 pm (UTC)Alfred's always a tough one, and I agree that in the movies he seems a much more actively approving role...I assume because he doesn't have the other characters around to support him as they do in the book?
Now that he's dead, Bruce is taking that back, forcing Harvey back in the supervillain closet, as it were.
Haaa, I like that reading very much. It's true, the villains in the DCU so rarely have anything to hide, so it does feel rather cosmic justice that Bruce is insisting Two-Face stay hidden. I can imagine that if he were somehow to survive/come back he'd be pretty displeased about that...
Poor Rachel deserves a statue of her own. :( I shall assume Bruce put that one up earlier...
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Date: 2009-01-31 12:10 am (UTC)I loved it. Bruce feels far more human in this than I got from the Nolan movies.
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Date: 2009-01-31 04:39 pm (UTC)I'm sorry, Jim, thought Bruce as he listened to his introduction. It's for Gotham. All for Gotham.
I have to mention this this line -- every time I watched TDK, I just can't help feeling utterly betrayed on behalf of the people of Gotham for their decision to cover up Harvey's murders. Just like I felt betrayed for Bruce when Alfred decided to burn Rachel's letter to him. Both acts were done out of love, and that very fact makes it all even worse.
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Date: 2009-02-01 05:59 am (UTC)Bruce is in a tough position ethically at the end of the film, no doubt about that... I've found it almost impossible to write fic set after the movie because it's so hard to keep some kind of balance...
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Date: 2009-01-31 05:48 pm (UTC)Beautiful.
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Date: 2009-01-31 08:44 pm (UTC)And well, even apart from the fact I'm a complete Gordonfan!girl and that he and Bruce are my OTP his reaction to Bruce and Bruce's silent thoughts are really what make me flail here! *sigh*
And I've only recently realised who you are... there I was thinking 'oooh who is this very talented writer who is new to lj?' and well, it's you! *facepalms*
I'm so glad to be reading new fic from you! Oh btw, I wanted to ask you a question. I was rereading your gloriously hot Clark/Bruce/Lois soul-bonding fic again recently and a little plot bunny sprang up. If by any chance I can snare it and tame it would it be ok to write it? If by some miracle I do achieve it, I'd send it to you for approval first of course! If you'd rather I didn't write it though (and believe me it's more than likely not to happen than it is lol) that's completely fine. :)
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Date: 2009-02-01 06:49 am (UTC)I've never quite gotten the hang of when to list other characters besides the pairing, lol. He doesn't have any lines in this one, but he's still an important character, so I totally should have listed him! I still want to write a Jim-centered story post-TDK...maybe not Jim/Bruce but definitely at least friendship fic. He's so amazingly alone...maybe even more so than Bruce, who at least has Lucius and Alfred as "partners in crime"...I can't see Jim being willing to confide in his family about all this.
Oh, I would love to see some Clark/Bruce/Lois from you, eee! Feel free to continue to play with the idea, you definitely don't need my approval on it...it's a free sandbox. :) It's a threesome I find very fun although very hard to write. :)
(Now you've gotten me thinking movieverse Kal/Bruce/Jim, lol. I don't think I've ever seen that done!)
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Date: 2009-02-02 04:29 pm (UTC)Awww!
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Date: 2009-02-03 02:46 am (UTC)But the Kryptonian had merely smiled his opaque smile, and Superman hadn't come looking for Batman at all.
I love how.. distant your movieverse Kal can be. So beatific but far away, he's really hard to read, but not in a.. mean or cold way. Just far away. And of course, the less information you give Bruce, the more information he seeks in the fringes.
I'm sorry, Jim, thought Bruce as he listened to his introduction. It's for Gotham. All for Gotham.
Augh, I didn't think of what that would do for Jim :/ it's one thing to publicly hunt a friend, but to also honor the guy who attacked you and your son? hnggg. Jim :(
"But I hope maybe someday I'll have helped someone to become a hero like him. It won't ever be enough, my friend. But I hope it's something."
D: D: D: Bruce needs a hug, someone give that man a hug STAT!! D:
Then he turned to face Bruce, slipping his glasses down to gaze over them. "I know who the real hero is," he said.
*wibbles* Aww mannnnnnn. HUGSIES FOR EVERYONE NAO!! I love how he looks over his glasses and gives himself away, there. ...HUGSIESSSS!! D:
Lol, I have no idea why this story got me so teary eyed, but I'm still wibbling and tearing up. It's just.. man. Hugsies.
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Date: 2009-02-03 01:56 pm (UTC)Woe, sorry about that! I do think movieverse Bruce thinks he's made the right decision, he has to or he'd he'd never be able to keep going...
I love how.. distant your movieverse Kal can be. So beatific but far away, he's really hard to read, but not in a.. mean or cold way. Just far away.
I love writing him like that, although I think that's part of how the longer version ran aground, he had to be a lot more grounded and I'm just not used to movieverse Kal being kind of ordinary anymore!
it's one thing to publicly hunt a friend, but to also honor the guy who attacked you and your son? hnggg. Jim :(
Jim is so, so alone! :/ I really want to write something from his point of view sometime...
D: D: D: Bruce needs a hug, someone give that man a hug STAT!! D:
I knoooowww, woe! I'm counting on some clone love to make it all better for me! :) I'm sorry it turned out so sad, I couldn't make it much happier without gutting the movie, and that was just too high a price to pay for me (no fixit fic for a movie I loved!)
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Date: 2009-02-05 02:16 pm (UTC)Gosh, it would be a dreamboat if we ever see such a thing in real life, no? (A Christian Bale-Batman cameo in the upcoming Superman movie would make many a folk squeal apart even if it was such a small moment.)
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Date: 2009-03-29 02:02 am (UTC)You know, I will miss in movieverse the fact that Bats and Jim couldn´t take their annual cup of coffie. That´s one of my favourite things in comicverse.
I want more of Jim, please?
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Date: 2009-03-29 09:17 am (UTC)You know, I will miss in movieverse the fact that Bats and Jim couldn´t take their annual cup of coffie. That´s one of my favourite things in comicverse.
You know, that makes me sad too. I don't know how likely it is, but I'd kind of like the Nolan series of movies to end with some return of Batman to favor...for full symbolism, at about the same time the Manor is done being rebuilt.
I want more of Jim, please?
You and me both! There was a sequence with him in the longer version of this story that I'm going to turn into a ficlet just based on him at some point, I think...
I'm really glad you liked it!