Fic: Guardian
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artisticabandonTitle: Guardian
Characters: Bruce Wayne
Rating: G
Word Count: 151 words
Disclaimer: DC owns. Fair use.
Summary: Jackets and pockets and nameless strangers.
Notes: A standalone vignette that can also be seen as a companion to Lint.
Characters: Bruce Wayne
Rating: G
Word Count: 151 words
Disclaimer: DC owns. Fair use.
Summary: Jackets and pockets and nameless strangers.
Notes: A standalone vignette that can also be seen as a companion to Lint.
Helplessness.
It wasn't a feeling he was used to.
The playboy Bruce Wayne mask fitted him uncomfortably tonight. He'd never before wanted to be as grim and as serious as he did tonight, but he was constrained by the circumstances of his initial appearance. He had no chance of disappearing to change guises now. His clothing rustled loudly in his ears every time he so much as twitched a muscle. It irritated him...but he had a feeling it wasn't really irritation he was experiencing.
He'd seen two people die tonight, while a child watched on.
And he'd been unable to do anything about it.
It didn't help that he saw the child out of the corner of his eye all the time, while he was supposed to be assisting the GCPD. The child was just sitting there. Such a forlorn figure, all alone on the bench, alone in the world.
How he understood that feeling.
And so he stood a silent guard, watching over the youth, if only from a distance. It was the least he could do, until he came up with something better.
Especially since the kid had his tuxedo jacket.
It wasn't a feeling he was used to.
The playboy Bruce Wayne mask fitted him uncomfortably tonight. He'd never before wanted to be as grim and as serious as he did tonight, but he was constrained by the circumstances of his initial appearance. He had no chance of disappearing to change guises now. His clothing rustled loudly in his ears every time he so much as twitched a muscle. It irritated him...but he had a feeling it wasn't really irritation he was experiencing.
He'd seen two people die tonight, while a child watched on.
And he'd been unable to do anything about it.
It didn't help that he saw the child out of the corner of his eye all the time, while he was supposed to be assisting the GCPD. The child was just sitting there. Such a forlorn figure, all alone on the bench, alone in the world.
How he understood that feeling.
And so he stood a silent guard, watching over the youth, if only from a distance. It was the least he could do, until he came up with something better.
Especially since the kid had his tuxedo jacket.
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Date: 2008-07-24 02:13 am (UTC)