Fandom: DC Comics (more specifically the DCAU)
Title: Order
Characters: Don "Dove" Hall, Hank "Hawk" Hall (mentioned), Batclan (mentioned)
Rating: R
Prompt: #29 - Repression
Word Count: 789
Spoilers: A Better World
Warnings: darkfic, slash, incest
Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC Comics. I'm just corrupting them for my own perverted pleasure, not for money.
A/N: Repression is the defense mechanism whereby our thoughts are pulled out of our consciousness and into our unconscious. Takes place a few days after "Cohesive." This is a closer look at Don's reaction to his brother's lobotomy, explains what happened before hand, and gives light to the nature of their relationship. Most of the idea for this came from the random thought, "DC showed us what happens when Hawk losses Dove, what happens when Dove losses Hawk." Thus, this plot bunny was born.

I really didn't mean for this to actually become slashy, but once I started I found that my original idea wasn't working for me, so this is what I ended up with. I think I'm going to use one more prompt for the Justice Lords verse before getting back to the JLU verse like I had originally planned for most of the prompts.

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Not long after his brother (no, that thing is not Hank) was hospitalized for the sake of rehabilitation, Don was allowed to return to his life. The doctors assured him that his brother (that isn't Hank!) would be able to return home as soon as he was re-taught how to function in society (I don't want that thing back). Don had nodded and thanked the doctor politely and left, leaving slightly bewildered and very nervous doctors and nurses in his wake that weren't accustomed to a loved one taking the news so calmly. The man hiding in the shadows wasn't as surprised for he knew who and what Don Hall really was.

Don Hall was Dove.

Dove was rationality, logic, and the living embodiment of Order.

Without the balancing element of his brother's Chaos, Dove's mind would become nothing but pure Order.

This made him more dangerous than Hawk ever was.

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The first thing Don did when he got back to his (their) apartment was to clean it from top to bottom. Every room in the apartment sparkled except one that he wouldn't (couldn't) enter (not yet). Then he methodically tracked down every surveillance device that had been planted (Hank called them Bat bugs to the amusement of those that knew). Once he was sure he had every one of them he dropped them in a blender with some fruits and vegetables that had started to rot (how poetic) and pushed ON (Bat bug smoothie, somewhere deep inside there was a giggle). He hoped whoever was listening got an earful.

Next came dinner, and he accidentally made too much because he was accustomed to cooking for two (he should be cooking for two). Don sealed the excess in a container and put it in the fridge even though he knew he would forget it was there (there had never been leftovers before). A shower followed shortly after, the temperature almost scorching hot. No clean towels, but that was okay. He didn't want to use one anyway. Only then, bare and dripping, did Don Hall enter his brother's room.

He hesitated with his hand on the doorknob (pinned to the door as questing hands and lips traced and mapped him), but only for a moment. The door was pushed open and he stepped in to study the room in the dim light that the streetlamp outside provided (the lights weren't on, but he didn't need them to see the desperation and barely concealed fear in his eyes). The room was as messy as ever, CDs and magazines covering shelves and desk, dirty clothes tossed carelessly on the floor, and the bed more disorderly than it usually was (comforter and sheets pushed out of the way by their frantic movements, unneeded due to the warmth they created for themselves). Hank's room hadn't been touched at all by any nosy Bats (they've violated him enough).

Before he even realized what he was doing, Don was across the room and running his hands over the bed and pillows (the larger and harder body pressing him into the mattress as it moved around and inside him), and if they shook a little he didn't notice. He very deliberately drew the covers up before crawling in. He curled up, pressed his face into a pillow, and screamed.

He screamed and raved and sobbed out his shattered heart until there was nothing left to expel. Only then did he succumb to the rest his body had been craving for since they had released him.

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Don woke the next morning to find his brother gazing down at him, face unreadable. This in itself was unusual as the passionate Hank was usually an open book. Don was awake and alert in seconds, staring back with concern. "Hank, what's wrong?" he murmured. Hank smiled kind of sadly and leaned down to kiss him. Don returned the kiss warmly, hoping to lighten whatever load was making his brother act so strange. Hank pulled away, only to trail light kisses along his jaw to his ear, and whispered, "I love you. Never forget that." Don opened his mouth to ask what was wrong again, but never got the chance. The sound of the front door getting smashed in heralded the destruction of their lives as they knew them.

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Don woke the next morning to find his face stained with dry tears and his mind more calm and crystal clear than ever. It seemed that last night's emotional release was a release of all of his emotions. For the time being nothing was left but his reason, which was fine. It would make carrying out his plans less complicated if he didn't have emotions to get in the way.