It Was All Very Tidy (Adult)

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Fandom: BATMAN/POPSLASH
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Justin
Length: ~3,850
Author on LJ: bossymarmalade
Author Website: Unaware
Why this must be read: Oops! I posted this to the wrong journal. ANYWHO!
It's crossover day and I have AWESOMENESS to offer: it's BATMAN and POPSLASH all in one place!

What I love about this fic is that Maggie throws a superhero into the mix and it doesn't even feel weird. It's possible that this is the case because popslash has a tendency to embrace the weird but I think Maggie's done a great job of merging the two worlds together (of course, the Batman mythology is very helpful in this regard too). But anyway, she's taken these characters and given us a sexy little snippet of life on the brink of infatuation. It's a very interesting place to be.

Of course, there's also the wonderful bit of powerplay going on in this fic that just fills me with joy. There's something completely appealing about Justin not getting everything he wants. It's part of the fandom's Justin issues (or possibly just part of my personal Justin issues but whatevs), we've all got 'em and I don't feel bad embracing them when I read this story because no one tells Bruce Wayne what to do. Right?

He spread all the clippings out and stared at them, at the wash of black and the blurry photographs and the dark on dark, the vague shapes, and he could almost remember the weight of the Batman's cape, the sound it made when it moved through the air. He was pretty sure he could remember the slight smell of rubber, the slight smell of ozone. He knew he could remember the voice, concrete dragged across gravel.

"Batman," he said out loud over the pulpy smell of the newspaper, but even saying it didn't make what had happened any less real, any more ridiculous. Not when even the thought of how fast the Batman had moved and how easily he'd tugged Justin to his feet made his heart thrum in agitation, adrenalin pumping and synapses frittering, his whole body at high alert. It had all been so clear, somehow, bright and simple and real in a way that made longing rise up inside him. He wanted just one more moment of that feeling, but the newspaper reports were all so flat, black and white, nothing like the real thing.

It Was All Very Tidy

Comments

[msilverstar]

was it my imagination, is Lynn his mother? Because if so, you probably should warn for incest, that's the kind of thing people get really squicked about.