Some writing
Jun. 15th, 2013 12:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ceitfiannaI have thoughts on the goodbye lunch, the last day of school and other things that I want to get into proper shape. That so far hasn't happened today instead I spent I think almost three hours talking with the lower school librarian, C, who is probably the best friend I've made at my school this year.
I have lots of things that I will end up writing but for now I'm going to share the next bit of a fic that keeps coming in spurts for me. The newest bit has happened to go now so I'm sharing it. This is Charles in Nolanverse Gotham withadiva_calandia's rule 63 Bryce Nolan with guest appearances by walksbyherself's OC Kite. I still don't know what the final shape of this story will be since I started writing it to see if I could make them work romantically. That part is happening just slowly and I'm sharing it as its one of those fics that I like sharing as it grows. Part one is here, part two is here and this is part three for now. Someday it will all come together.
He didn’t mind wearing a tuxedo, he’d spent a good part of his youth in them and a fine suit was a fine suit. It just seemed that whenever Bryce asked him to be with her, it was never just to be. That was how she approached the world with acts and layers to achieve her goals, it wasn’t that different from what he did, though he tried to do it with more honesty.
Outside the ballroom, he rested with his champagne as it was all starting to get to him. Gotham had an intensity to it that was more than what he was used to and he had yet to find out the reason for it, but he was searching.
He was pulled from his scattered thoughts by fear and anger as a man came down the hall dressed as a security guard but he wasn’t. By his side there was a gun and Charles stood up as the man spotted him and lifted the gun as he said with a steady voice, “I don’t want you. Just take me in so I can have a talk with some of those nice men who run Gotham and this will all work out.”
“Who do you want to see and why?” Charles kept his voice neutral as he sorted through the man, Paul’s thoughts for why he was doing this, they were concentrated on getting in here and getting restitution. Then it became confusing as the mixture of legal and illegal in Gotham tangled together without a clear reason.
“All of them. I just want what’s fair and don’t you talk to me about courts. They don’t know anything about justice or fairness, only what they want,” Paul’s voice was starting to rise and Charles listened to see if anyone was near this door. Most of them weren’t as the dancing was in full swing and Kite was telling one of her stories, which drew the attention to her.
“I won’t. I know they’re not perfect but this sort of justice won’t work out. Violence creates more violence and pain.”
“I don’t care. I can’t hurt anymore, its all their fault and I’m going to make them feel some of my pain for once,” As Paul’s voice rose up and then wavered, Charles neared him, his eyes on Paul’s face.
He said quietly as he came to face the gun, “I know. I know and when the pain’s inside you, it feels like it eats away at you. But you’ve shared it with me.”
*****
Bryce had lost track of Charles in the party, she knew that it was tiring for him but she wanted him there. He was steadying and looked good in a tuxedo as well as providing some useful cover for her. As Kite kept talking to her crowd of admirers, Bryce tried a door and stared as she saw Charles arms width from a man with a drawn gun, yet he didn’t look afraid. Instead he seemed as if he might cry as the other man relaxed in his arms, the gun dropping onto the steps. As she neared, Charles looked at her over the man’s shoulder and gave her a tired smile, he didn’t say anything but he trusted her to know how to help. She sighed before checking behind her as he sat down with the man who collected the gun and listened.
Before the end of the party, he had managed to get the man off to somewhere with some help from her knowledge of Gotham. Just as Paul was leaving, Kite came out with a beautifully raised eyebrow to say, “Now you need your lives to be in danger and you can have a proper reason to kiss.”
Charles sighed, Bryce could feel how tense he was as he said, “Why would we need a proper reason?”
“Oh, that’s how the two of you work. Know how to fit, care about seeming to do the right thing though it doesn’t really suit you. God, I need another drink. Just go somewhere and have sex and be done with it,” Then she turned and went once more to play her games with the high society of Gotham as Charles laughed.
It was a weak laugh, she could feel that it only came from his throat not deep in his chest, “She does like making her judgements. I’m afraid I haven’t been much help to you tonight.”
“There wasn’t that much to do other than show up.”
I have lots of things that I will end up writing but for now I'm going to share the next bit of a fic that keeps coming in spurts for me. The newest bit has happened to go now so I'm sharing it. This is Charles in Nolanverse Gotham with
adiva_calandia's rule 63 Bryce Nolan with guest appearances by walksbyherself's OC Kite. I still don't know what the final shape of this story will be since I started writing it to see if I could make them work romantically. That part is happening just slowly and I'm sharing it as its one of those fics that I like sharing as it grows. Part one is here, part two is here and this is part three for now. Someday it will all come together.He didn’t mind wearing a tuxedo, he’d spent a good part of his youth in them and a fine suit was a fine suit. It just seemed that whenever Bryce asked him to be with her, it was never just to be. That was how she approached the world with acts and layers to achieve her goals, it wasn’t that different from what he did, though he tried to do it with more honesty.
Outside the ballroom, he rested with his champagne as it was all starting to get to him. Gotham had an intensity to it that was more than what he was used to and he had yet to find out the reason for it, but he was searching.
He was pulled from his scattered thoughts by fear and anger as a man came down the hall dressed as a security guard but he wasn’t. By his side there was a gun and Charles stood up as the man spotted him and lifted the gun as he said with a steady voice, “I don’t want you. Just take me in so I can have a talk with some of those nice men who run Gotham and this will all work out.”
“Who do you want to see and why?” Charles kept his voice neutral as he sorted through the man, Paul’s thoughts for why he was doing this, they were concentrated on getting in here and getting restitution. Then it became confusing as the mixture of legal and illegal in Gotham tangled together without a clear reason.
“All of them. I just want what’s fair and don’t you talk to me about courts. They don’t know anything about justice or fairness, only what they want,” Paul’s voice was starting to rise and Charles listened to see if anyone was near this door. Most of them weren’t as the dancing was in full swing and Kite was telling one of her stories, which drew the attention to her.
“I won’t. I know they’re not perfect but this sort of justice won’t work out. Violence creates more violence and pain.”
“I don’t care. I can’t hurt anymore, its all their fault and I’m going to make them feel some of my pain for once,” As Paul’s voice rose up and then wavered, Charles neared him, his eyes on Paul’s face.
He said quietly as he came to face the gun, “I know. I know and when the pain’s inside you, it feels like it eats away at you. But you’ve shared it with me.”
*****
Bryce had lost track of Charles in the party, she knew that it was tiring for him but she wanted him there. He was steadying and looked good in a tuxedo as well as providing some useful cover for her. As Kite kept talking to her crowd of admirers, Bryce tried a door and stared as she saw Charles arms width from a man with a drawn gun, yet he didn’t look afraid. Instead he seemed as if he might cry as the other man relaxed in his arms, the gun dropping onto the steps. As she neared, Charles looked at her over the man’s shoulder and gave her a tired smile, he didn’t say anything but he trusted her to know how to help. She sighed before checking behind her as he sat down with the man who collected the gun and listened.
Before the end of the party, he had managed to get the man off to somewhere with some help from her knowledge of Gotham. Just as Paul was leaving, Kite came out with a beautifully raised eyebrow to say, “Now you need your lives to be in danger and you can have a proper reason to kiss.”
Charles sighed, Bryce could feel how tense he was as he said, “Why would we need a proper reason?”
“Oh, that’s how the two of you work. Know how to fit, care about seeming to do the right thing though it doesn’t really suit you. God, I need another drink. Just go somewhere and have sex and be done with it,” Then she turned and went once more to play her games with the high society of Gotham as Charles laughed.
It was a weak laugh, she could feel that it only came from his throat not deep in his chest, “She does like making her judgements. I’m afraid I haven’t been much help to you tonight.”
“There wasn’t that much to do other than show up.”
