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crack_van2007-11-18 09:53 am
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Apocalypse by katethetigress and ospreyphoto (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Dick Grayson (Nightwing)/Tim Drake (Robin)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katethetigress and ospreyphoto
Author website: No websites for either that I could find
Why this must be read:
Because it breaks the heroes in just the right way. I...::flails:: This fic takes a scenario that almost occurs in canon all the time (the end of the world as we know it) and wonders what would happen to the characters if the world did end. And the authors have done a fabulous job of breaking our heroes and putting them back together.
(Thanks tojen_in_japan for suggesting this fic.)
They haven't spoken. Not since -- Not since everything. Clark has been trying *everything* he can think of to get them to talk, but they just sit there. He knows they're paying attention to him -- he got a shrug out of Dick and a short nod from Tim -- but they just won't *speak*. He has given up on talking to them, and rather just sits, watching them. They occasionally glance at each other in ways that seem like communication, but it is nothing Clark can decipher. Bruce hasn't done anything more than blink, but Tim, Dick, Cass and Babs seem to be doing slightly better. At least they've moved.
Clark found them all gathered silently in this room when he'd noticed they weren't with the others on the bridge. The Bat family seemed to be taking Earth's destruction, if not the hardest, then the calmest of the lot. At least the others had reacted -- whether to sob or shout or throw things -- while these five hadn't said anything since the reaction that turned Earth into hunks of radioactive waste.
Alfred was currently helping the other people aboard the space station -- mainly heroes and their families -- telling Clark that he'd be of better use that way, and that the five would say something when they were ready. Babs finally looks around the room, blinks, and rolls towards the door with short nods at them all. She stops in front of him.
"I'm going to start getting people organized, get them settled," she says, her voice even and calm. "It'll be okay, Clark." And Clark has the feeling she had only spoken aloud because he was there -- that if it had just been the others, she wouldn't have needed too, they would've known that as soon as she had moved towards the door. She gives his shoulder a light squeeze, and leaves the room. Cass rises and follows her out without a word. Dick and Tim shift on the bench so they are closer to Bruce, flanking him on either side. They give the man a glance, and then turn to stare at Clark.
Pain. It radiates from their eyes in waves, bouncing against him. There is some message in those eyes, faces, postures, but he cannot read it. He is surprised to see the two boys -- Are they boys anymore? Were they ever? -- lean in to hug Bruce from either side. The only sign Bruce notices this at all is he becomes ever so slightly less stiff. The two let him go, and stand up.
Apocalypse
Pairing: Dick Grayson (Nightwing)/Tim Drake (Robin)
Author on LJ:
katethetigress and ospreyphotoAuthor website: No websites for either that I could find
Why this must be read:
Because it breaks the heroes in just the right way. I...::flails:: This fic takes a scenario that almost occurs in canon all the time (the end of the world as we know it) and wonders what would happen to the characters if the world did end. And the authors have done a fabulous job of breaking our heroes and putting them back together.
(Thanks to
jen_in_japan for suggesting this fic.)They haven't spoken. Not since -- Not since everything. Clark has been trying *everything* he can think of to get them to talk, but they just sit there. He knows they're paying attention to him -- he got a shrug out of Dick and a short nod from Tim -- but they just won't *speak*. He has given up on talking to them, and rather just sits, watching them. They occasionally glance at each other in ways that seem like communication, but it is nothing Clark can decipher. Bruce hasn't done anything more than blink, but Tim, Dick, Cass and Babs seem to be doing slightly better. At least they've moved.
Clark found them all gathered silently in this room when he'd noticed they weren't with the others on the bridge. The Bat family seemed to be taking Earth's destruction, if not the hardest, then the calmest of the lot. At least the others had reacted -- whether to sob or shout or throw things -- while these five hadn't said anything since the reaction that turned Earth into hunks of radioactive waste.
Alfred was currently helping the other people aboard the space station -- mainly heroes and their families -- telling Clark that he'd be of better use that way, and that the five would say something when they were ready. Babs finally looks around the room, blinks, and rolls towards the door with short nods at them all. She stops in front of him.
"I'm going to start getting people organized, get them settled," she says, her voice even and calm. "It'll be okay, Clark." And Clark has the feeling she had only spoken aloud because he was there -- that if it had just been the others, she wouldn't have needed too, they would've known that as soon as she had moved towards the door. She gives his shoulder a light squeeze, and leaves the room. Cass rises and follows her out without a word. Dick and Tim shift on the bench so they are closer to Bruce, flanking him on either side. They give the man a glance, and then turn to stare at Clark.
Pain. It radiates from their eyes in waves, bouncing against him. There is some message in those eyes, faces, postures, but he cannot read it. He is surprised to see the two boys -- Are they boys anymore? Were they ever? -- lean in to hug Bruce from either side. The only sign Bruce notices this at all is he becomes ever so slightly less stiff. The two let him go, and stand up.
Apocalypse