I have finished Indepentdent Love Song. It is NC-17. I am looking for places to post it as I can obviously not do so here.
I'll probably be posting other places but for now it is at my Livejournal.
Please, email me and tell me what you think if you can't leave a comment there.
Once again, thank you for your patience and a BIG thanks to PepperJackCandy and Raijahn.
BIG OLE NOTE: So my computer crashed, right? Finally. Luckily, a friend of mine has allowed me the use of his laptop for a while and I had something to write on. Still, I was freaking out, crying, thinking that I had lost everything and wasn't I stupid, hah, the backups were ON THE COMPUTER. Please, spare me the 'you are SUCH a dumbass' comments. Still going there everyday with myself, lol.
So, anyway, my boyfriend is really cool about it. Pulls out the harddrives, saves all my work and BAM, it's all where I need it. And I'm going through my stuff, making sure it's all there. And I find this. I think my exact words were "uhhh, but- I... didn't I post- uh... whoa."
I DIDN'T post this. And I loved writing this. Even have stuff planned for more because I THOUGHT that I HAD posted this.
Live and learn.
So here it is. One of quite a few things I found in my forgotten files, the aptly named (I swear I named this BEFORE everything):
TITLE: Forgotten
AUTHOR: Nymph Du Pave
FANDOM: Smallville Future Fic/Batman
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Clark/Superman's POV. Future where Lex and Clark have
gone separate ways, and Gotham has become too much for the Bat. (There
are some implications of slash in this story, between Lex and Clark,
but it's not technically a 'slash' story. Feelings and past experiences
are mentioned.)
DISCLAIMER: DC Comics for Bruce/Batman, Gotham, and the Joker.
The WB, DC Comics, MillarGoughInk, Tolin, Robbins, and Davola [along with
whomever else] own Smallville. I am merely borrowing characters here to
use in my own evil ways and will try to return them as mentally cognizant
and stable as when I took them [with the exception of the incredibly handsome
and elegant Michael Rosenbaum of whom I might never let go ;)], but I can't
make any promises. The Muse controls these fingers.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is very close to my heart. It's been
taking away all of the frustration and letting me slip into another world;
something that not all of my writing can afford to let me do. It's
the first in a series, though the next [as of yet] has no name, and neither
does the series. It's been one of the most fun of my projects and
one of the few future fics I've done.
FEEDBACK: Please give me my drugs, my crack, my co-ca-eeeene.
AUTHOR'S EMAIL: nymph_du_pave@hotmail.com
Forgotten
by Nymph Du Pave
Prologue
…there's a place so dark you can't see the end
[skies cock back] and shock that which can't defend
the rain then sends dripping/an acidic question
forcefully, the power of suggestion
then with the eyes tightly shut/looking through the rust and rot
and dust/a spot of light floods the floor
and pours over the rusted world of pretend
the eyes ease open and it's dark again…
Thunder, he'd decided, was an almost purely Gotham sound. It fit Metropolis, sort of like a light rain fit Smallville springs. Sporadic, rare and short-lived. But thunder must have originated in the home of the Batman.
Clark wasn't sure it really ever stopped raining in Gotham. Maybe the harsh realities you passed by on the street- the drug dealers, the prostitutes and the homeless folks and murder scenes- and the constant violence took your eyes away from the rain. Even if it physically stopped, the rain was still there. In the souls of Gothamites, and the smiles that never quite reached their eyes. Like the sun that expended it's energy glinting on the metal and glass of the tall, dark buildings, but never bothered to shine on the streets, the people below.
It was the first place that Clark had seen that didn't differentiate rich from poor, black from white. The violence, hatred and fear that was Gotham embodied had no prejudice. It met everyone with the same steel knife, twisted itself into all of their lives and left horrible, unhealed wounds.
Lois had warned him, told him condescendingly that he was too sweet, too gentle for that particular city. He was becoming sick of her treatment of Clark Kent, seeing the fact that she cherished what she saw as the paragon that was Superman. He knew too much about the perfection of love from afar. Dreaming of the ones that were off limits was easy. That way you could tell yourself that you didn't have to try with anyone else, but instead wait for the one you really loved to come to you.
He'd grown out of that once he moved away from Lana, but more importantly, once he moved away from Lex.
The most difficult thing that a person can do, he thought absently, is let the ones that will never be, go.
The lightning split the sky into three, illuminating Bruce beside him. It disturbed Clark that the city would bring him back to thoughts of Lex. But then, everything did eventually.
"You can see just by flying overhead why I've asked you to come."
Clark nodded and wondered if Bruce's suit came with a voice alteration unit or if the deeper tone was just something that came naturally once the billionaire was clad in the heavy leather. He certainly had no reason to disguise his voice from Clark.
It's very symbolic, he thought. The darker half of Bruce Wayne. The alter ego.
Bruce sighed and turned to Clark. "I can't do this alone. It's my home, they're my people and I just can't do it."
Clark wasn't shocked at the revelation itself but instead at the fact that it was issued. Wayne was never one to admit defeat, never one to ask a favor or express that something couldn't be done by himself. His reputations as both Batman and Bruce Wayne preceded him. Then again, Clark realized with shock, Superman wasn't just anyone to Bruce. He was another in the fight for the safety of the helpless.
"What do you need?" Clark asked, ready to give Bruce, a man he'd only
met four days ago, anything he needed.
To be continued...
