fic: Sunlight Child
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munninTitle: Sunlight Child
Author: Munnin
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Characters: Alfred, Bruce, Dick.
Verse: DCU...kinda...
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: H/C. Vampires: fresh bite/first transformation Masterlist here.
Summary: A devastating attack on his young ward leaves Bruce with a terrible choice.
Batman lifted Robin out of the car, Dick’s head lolling against his shoulder.
“Alfred!” Bruce yelled as he carried the youth to the medical bay. “Hurry.”
Alfred rushed across the floor, tucking a pillow under the young man’s head as Bruce laid him down. Dick’s chest was a scramble of blood and cuts, his throat torn. “What happened?” Alfred asked, cutting Dick’s torn tunic.
“Routine surveillance.” Bruce muttered, holding pressure on Dick’s throat. “I was sure he was safe where I left him.”
“Most of these are superficial. Claw marks I suspect.” Alfred asked, cleaning out the wounds across Dick’s chest. “Do you know who did this?”
Bruce sighed deeply. “I think it was Tommy.”
“Master Elliot.” Alfred asked, slightly startled. “I was not aware he was permitted to hunt in the Gotham region.”
“He isn’t.” Bruce growled. “I ran him out but...”
“He found out about Master Dick. Oh dear.” Alfred prepped a needle of anti-venom but Bruce caught his wrist.
“It won’t...” Bruce swallowed. “It’s too late for that.” He moved his hand away from Dick’s mangled throat. Even through the gore they could both make out two distinct puncture wounds.
“Oh.” Alfred rocked back, leaning on the bench. “Oh dear.” He closed his eyes, rubbing his brow with the heel of palm. “What do you propose to do?”
“I can’t...Damn it!” Bruce yelled, throwing his gloves down to pace the floor. “I did everything I could to protect him from this.”
Alfred inspected to wound. “There is too much damage. I’m sorry Master Bruce but we must either turn him or allow him to die.”
“I’m damned either way.” Bruce snarled.
Dick gasped as he woke, choking on the blood that pool in his throat. “Bruce...”
“I’m here Dick.” Bruce ran to his side, catching hold of the young man’s hand. “You’re going to be ok.” He petted Dick’s hair, peeling back Robin’s mask.
“Master Bruce?” Alfred whispered carefully, resting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder.
Bruce ducked his head. “I can’t accept it Alfred. I can’t let him die. Same as you couldn’t let it happen to me.”
“I understand Master Bruce, I truly do but the transition will not be easy for him. Dick is a child of the light.”
“I know.” Bruce replied, tears dewing in his eyes. “I’ll look after him.” He brought his wrist to his mouth, letting his fangs extend into his skin. He felt the prick and the sweet spurt as his opened the vein.
Blood ran down his hand and dripped from his fingers. “Dick. Dick, I need you to drink this.” He held his wrist to the young man’s lips, letting the blood trickle into Dick’s open mouth.
Dick balked, trying to pull away but Bruce cupped his face, holding him still.
“It’s going to be ok Dick, I promise it’s going to be ok.” Tears streamed down Bruce’s face as he forced his bleeding wrist to the young man’s mouth.
Dick fell back to the gurney, his face slick with blood, his own and Bruce’s. His breathing spiked and he convolved as Bruce held him.
“I’m sorry Dick, I’m so sorry.” Bruce whispered, pulled Dick to him and rocking the youth as the wounds on his chest and throat started to heal.
Started to heal but not completely.
Dick’s breath caught and he started to cough, his torn up throat bleeding down his chest.
Alfred rolled back his sleeve and bit down on his own wrist.
“Alfred?” Bruce balked, mixing their blood could have side effects but...Dick was fighting to breathe.
“My blood is older.” The butler muttered, piercing the vein. “It will heal him.”
Bruce caught hold of his arm. “Alfred, he’s my son and my responsibility.”
“As you are mine.” Alfred answered, his ancient eyes flashing. “Let me help him.”
Bruce nodded, tilting Dick’s face up to meet his elder’s wrist.
The ancient’s blood trickled down Dick’s throat as the youth swallowed convulsively, shaking as his wounds closed.
“You should take him upstairs.” Alfred said quietly, licking the cuts on his wrist and watching as they healed over. “It will be a long day for both of you.”
Bruce nodded, remembering his own transformation. The pain that would come as the sun set for the last time on Dick’s mortal life would be excruciating. His howls for mercy would be more than Bruce could bear. He would know then if he’d made the right decision to save the youth’s life.
Alfred touched his shoulder lightly, belying his great strength. “I will be with you at sundown.” He assured, “You will not have to face this alone.”
As Bruce carried Dick to his bed, the youth’s face strangely beautiful beneath the patina of blood, he wondered if he could live with the shame of what he had just forced upon the youth.
The sunlight child no more, Dick would now forever live in darkness.
Author: Munnin
Rating: PG-13 for blood.
Characters: Alfred, Bruce, Dick.
Verse: DCU...kinda...
Disclaimer: No ownership, no profit and no offence meant. Everyone is of the age of consent in their country and period of history.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Bingo card: H/C. Vampires: fresh bite/first transformation Masterlist here.
Summary: A devastating attack on his young ward leaves Bruce with a terrible choice.
Batman lifted Robin out of the car, Dick’s head lolling against his shoulder.
“Alfred!” Bruce yelled as he carried the youth to the medical bay. “Hurry.”
Alfred rushed across the floor, tucking a pillow under the young man’s head as Bruce laid him down. Dick’s chest was a scramble of blood and cuts, his throat torn. “What happened?” Alfred asked, cutting Dick’s torn tunic.
“Routine surveillance.” Bruce muttered, holding pressure on Dick’s throat. “I was sure he was safe where I left him.”
“Most of these are superficial. Claw marks I suspect.” Alfred asked, cleaning out the wounds across Dick’s chest. “Do you know who did this?”
Bruce sighed deeply. “I think it was Tommy.”
“Master Elliot.” Alfred asked, slightly startled. “I was not aware he was permitted to hunt in the Gotham region.”
“He isn’t.” Bruce growled. “I ran him out but...”
“He found out about Master Dick. Oh dear.” Alfred prepped a needle of anti-venom but Bruce caught his wrist.
“It won’t...” Bruce swallowed. “It’s too late for that.” He moved his hand away from Dick’s mangled throat. Even through the gore they could both make out two distinct puncture wounds.
“Oh.” Alfred rocked back, leaning on the bench. “Oh dear.” He closed his eyes, rubbing his brow with the heel of palm. “What do you propose to do?”
“I can’t...Damn it!” Bruce yelled, throwing his gloves down to pace the floor. “I did everything I could to protect him from this.”
Alfred inspected to wound. “There is too much damage. I’m sorry Master Bruce but we must either turn him or allow him to die.”
“I’m damned either way.” Bruce snarled.
Dick gasped as he woke, choking on the blood that pool in his throat. “Bruce...”
“I’m here Dick.” Bruce ran to his side, catching hold of the young man’s hand. “You’re going to be ok.” He petted Dick’s hair, peeling back Robin’s mask.
“Master Bruce?” Alfred whispered carefully, resting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder.
Bruce ducked his head. “I can’t accept it Alfred. I can’t let him die. Same as you couldn’t let it happen to me.”
“I understand Master Bruce, I truly do but the transition will not be easy for him. Dick is a child of the light.”
“I know.” Bruce replied, tears dewing in his eyes. “I’ll look after him.” He brought his wrist to his mouth, letting his fangs extend into his skin. He felt the prick and the sweet spurt as his opened the vein.
Blood ran down his hand and dripped from his fingers. “Dick. Dick, I need you to drink this.” He held his wrist to the young man’s lips, letting the blood trickle into Dick’s open mouth.
Dick balked, trying to pull away but Bruce cupped his face, holding him still.
“It’s going to be ok Dick, I promise it’s going to be ok.” Tears streamed down Bruce’s face as he forced his bleeding wrist to the young man’s mouth.
Dick fell back to the gurney, his face slick with blood, his own and Bruce’s. His breathing spiked and he convolved as Bruce held him.
“I’m sorry Dick, I’m so sorry.” Bruce whispered, pulled Dick to him and rocking the youth as the wounds on his chest and throat started to heal.
Started to heal but not completely.
Dick’s breath caught and he started to cough, his torn up throat bleeding down his chest.
Alfred rolled back his sleeve and bit down on his own wrist.
“Alfred?” Bruce balked, mixing their blood could have side effects but...Dick was fighting to breathe.
“My blood is older.” The butler muttered, piercing the vein. “It will heal him.”
Bruce caught hold of his arm. “Alfred, he’s my son and my responsibility.”
“As you are mine.” Alfred answered, his ancient eyes flashing. “Let me help him.”
Bruce nodded, tilting Dick’s face up to meet his elder’s wrist.
The ancient’s blood trickled down Dick’s throat as the youth swallowed convulsively, shaking as his wounds closed.
“You should take him upstairs.” Alfred said quietly, licking the cuts on his wrist and watching as they healed over. “It will be a long day for both of you.”
Bruce nodded, remembering his own transformation. The pain that would come as the sun set for the last time on Dick’s mortal life would be excruciating. His howls for mercy would be more than Bruce could bear. He would know then if he’d made the right decision to save the youth’s life.
Alfred touched his shoulder lightly, belying his great strength. “I will be with you at sundown.” He assured, “You will not have to face this alone.”
As Bruce carried Dick to his bed, the youth’s face strangely beautiful beneath the patina of blood, he wondered if he could live with the shame of what he had just forced upon the youth.
The sunlight child no more, Dick would now forever live in darkness.
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