"IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT..."
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine. I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cry now. James is mine...the others aren't. Dang. This story has no relevency whatsoever. It's pure fluff. The writer was WUIP at the time (Writing Under the Influence of Plot bunnies)
TIMELINE: I'm sure I have one...Comes a few years before "A Night With the Bats" 9 years to be exact.
The evening had started so well. Then the thunderstorm that had been looming off in the distance decided to roll in. Everything just went downhill from there, and Dick could feel his mood quickly evaporating.
Oh he had been in fights before, but he'd never been hit quite like this. A hand smacked him across the face, sending a sudden sharp pain through him. Almost before he could react he felt a kick landing against his jaw. He was helpless. There was nothing he could do. Over and over he was punched and kicked and jabbed and all other manners of torture. Finally the barrage slowed and came to a halt.
All he could hear was the gentle rain splattering against a window, he felt his eyes close and sleep was coming on as he welcomed the darkness that enveloped him.
Dick slowly became aware of a bright light in his face. Cracking an eye open he cursed mentally as he sat up slowly shaking off the affects of last night. Rubbing a hand over his tired, and slightly sore face, his gaze fell upon his wife on the opposite side of the bed. Sound asleep, her red curls splayed across the pillow, the light hiting her at just an angle so it shimmered like the early crimson dawn. And there, his gaze shifted slightly, lying between them was the perpetrator of last night's brutal beating.
Most villains, Dick reflected, did not wear Batman t-shirts, nor did they wear pull-up training pants.
Stretched across the bed between him and his wife (and nearly succeeding in taking over his side of the bed) was Dick's two year old son, clutching a blanket and Elinore his stuffed circus elephant, which had once belonged to Dick.
Before the next thunderstorm, he promised himself, they were getting a larger bed.
DISCLAIMER: They aren't mine. I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cry now. James is mine...the others aren't. Dang. This story has no relevency whatsoever. It's pure fluff. The writer was WUIP at the time (Writing Under the Influence of Plot bunnies)
TIMELINE: I'm sure I have one...Comes a few years before "A Night With the Bats" 9 years to be exact.
The evening had started so well. Then the thunderstorm that had been looming off in the distance decided to roll in. Everything just went downhill from there, and Dick could feel his mood quickly evaporating.
Oh he had been in fights before, but he'd never been hit quite like this. A hand smacked him across the face, sending a sudden sharp pain through him. Almost before he could react he felt a kick landing against his jaw. He was helpless. There was nothing he could do. Over and over he was punched and kicked and jabbed and all other manners of torture. Finally the barrage slowed and came to a halt.
All he could hear was the gentle rain splattering against a window, he felt his eyes close and sleep was coming on as he welcomed the darkness that enveloped him.
Dick slowly became aware of a bright light in his face. Cracking an eye open he cursed mentally as he sat up slowly shaking off the affects of last night. Rubbing a hand over his tired, and slightly sore face, his gaze fell upon his wife on the opposite side of the bed. Sound asleep, her red curls splayed across the pillow, the light hiting her at just an angle so it shimmered like the early crimson dawn. And there, his gaze shifted slightly, lying between them was the perpetrator of last night's brutal beating.
Most villains, Dick reflected, did not wear Batman t-shirts, nor did they wear pull-up training pants.
Stretched across the bed between him and his wife (and nearly succeeding in taking over his side of the bed) was Dick's two year old son, clutching a blanket and Elinore his stuffed circus elephant, which had once belonged to Dick.
Before the next thunderstorm, he promised himself, they were getting a larger bed.