A/N: There are sooo many things that I should be doing other than writing fan fiction. *sighs dramatically* But I started reading a fanfic and was supremely disappointed by it and was inspired to write this. WARNING! This is a SLASH fic, meaning maleXmale relationship! If that's not your cup of tea, please click the back button and don't bother reading.
I love Question, Wally, and Bruce. I love them even more when they are together. Muahaha, they are connectible and interchangeable all at the same time. I got the idea for this when I was writing my other fic Triage( shameless plugging) from a review by Kyer. This just kind of spawned XD
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
Triad
They were complete opposites from each other. But Bruce couldn't stop himself from being captivated by them both. It would have been impossible to choose one over the other. So he didn't, and neither of them seemed to be bothered by that.
Wally was a creature of physical comforts. Full of warm smiles and devoted affections. Even while wearing the mask of his alter ego he exuded an air of naïve innocence that Bruce wanted to lock away in a vault. To protect him from all the dirty hands in the world, even his own.
Vic was reclusive. Paranoid and always on edge, he was a volcano spewing lava into the sky. Jaded with the world, his real face was the featureless mask that he defiantly showed to the scum of the world. Bruce knew that he was already dirtied. He had never met a man so much like himself.
Loving Wally was soft. All tender words and actions. Bruce adored the soft keening noises he made when he wasn't aware of himself. The vibrations that he couldn't stop as he lost control in the heat of the moment.
Loving Vic was vicious. All speed and rough hands. Bruce had to battle for every noise that Vic let slip through his tight control. Every time he lost control he couldn't stop himself from raggedly whispering every thought that flew through his mind. Bruce loved that he could never fully control they way his emotions showed on his face.
Wally and Vic meshed easily together. Wally was drawn to Vic's honesty and devotion to his cause. He listened to his theories with a rare rapt attention, not truly believing, but always willing to offer his own opinion. Vic sought out Wally like a lizard sought a warm rock in the sun. His ever present smiles that he gave away freely made the world seem like a brighter place, if only for awhile. He indulged the other man shamelessly, never denying him a touch or a game.
They weren't without their arguments. Eventually one would take a risk the others would deem unnecessary. They all had their own ego's that were difficult to set aside. But eventually they would manage and life would resume as normal.
The Gotham press was starving for new gossip on Bruce Wayne. He was attending fewer parties, more board meetings, and he was escorting his dates home like a perfect gentlemen. It was all very suspicious. The gossip hounds of Gotham knew that they had caught a scent that would lead them to the hottest story of their careers. But no one could dig up any dirt on what it was.
Alfred Pennyworth had always looked past Master Bruce's behavior. He had watched as he jumped from woman to woman. Some who were after Bruce Wayne, some where after the Bat. But as he watched the interaction of the three young men and as he drew the blanket over them after they fell asleep huddled on the couch, he allowed himself a small smile. Turning off the television and lights he made his way to the kitchen to finish the dishes. After all the women he had been with, Master Bruce seemed the happiest curled on his couch between two men.
A/N: I've always imagined Bruce as the man who can't make up his mind and focus on one person. So I gave him two! If you liked it, drop me a review. But no flames please.