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stricken in the arms and mouth of a god by romanyg (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
Length:2611
Author on LJ:
romanyg
Author Website: LJ Tag
Why this must be read:
Because it's a terrifyingly accurate depiction of the love/hate affair Batman has with Superman in Frank Miller's Dark Knight Returns.
romanyg does an excellent job at matching DKR's twisted, dangerous tone, yet can still elicit sympathy for Bruce despite the unpleasantness he wields. And perhaps after reading this, you'll have second thoughts about the Batman in Miller's universe.
Bruce is used to dreams. He's had nightmares all his life. They change as the times change, as he changes to meet the needs of his city and now the world.
He's back in the meadow, hands on the reins of the horses. Clark turns his face to the sun. This time he doesn't speak, just holds his arm out, beckoning. Bruce steps forward, the dappled light, reins forgotten.
Now they're vaulting up, the earth a distant thing. Clark finally speaks. "Isn't it beautiful?"
It is and it isn't. Dark shapes blot the landscape, the wolf at the sun, blood. "No," he says.
Clark smiles, and then a breath in his ear, wind at his feet. "It can be," he whispers. "Let's change the world, Bruce."
stricken in the arms and mouth of a god
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent
Length:2611
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: LJ Tag
Why this must be read:
Because it's a terrifyingly accurate depiction of the love/hate affair Batman has with Superman in Frank Miller's Dark Knight Returns.
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Bruce is used to dreams. He's had nightmares all his life. They change as the times change, as he changes to meet the needs of his city and now the world.
He's back in the meadow, hands on the reins of the horses. Clark turns his face to the sun. This time he doesn't speak, just holds his arm out, beckoning. Bruce steps forward, the dappled light, reins forgotten.
Now they're vaulting up, the earth a distant thing. Clark finally speaks. "Isn't it beautiful?"
It is and it isn't. Dark shapes blot the landscape, the wolf at the sun, blood. "No," he says.
Clark smiles, and then a breath in his ear, wind at his feet. "It can be," he whispers. "Let's change the world, Bruce."
stricken in the arms and mouth of a god