Drabble: Fall | Flight (Batman, PG)
Sep. 22nd, 2005 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
winterA momentary breather (actually, the day's shaping up better than I thought, and project!boss praised me just now), and a request drabble from too long ago. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kyrre: Bruce/Ducard, demons. 100 words, about 10 minutes tops.
FALL|FLIGHT
In the night, the mountains are silent. The campfire ricochets off the glaciers like neon and halogens at the entrance of Muder Alley. "I do not believe in demons."
Ducard’s fingers wrap around Bruce’s wrist before checking his grip on the rope. They’re close enough to hear each other’s heartbeat. "You should. You’re becoming one."
Bruce steps off the ledge into darkness. The rope is a whip, a command, finding purchase where there should be none. In the instant before gravity and legend grip him, a thought flashes through his head.
He can’t be a demon.
Demons fall.
FINIS
kyrre: Bruce/Ducard, demons. 100 words, about 10 minutes tops.FALL|FLIGHT
In the night, the mountains are silent. The campfire ricochets off the glaciers like neon and halogens at the entrance of Muder Alley. "I do not believe in demons."
Ducard’s fingers wrap around Bruce’s wrist before checking his grip on the rope. They’re close enough to hear each other’s heartbeat. "You should. You’re becoming one."
Bruce steps off the ledge into darkness. The rope is a whip, a command, finding purchase where there should be none. In the instant before gravity and legend grip him, a thought flashes through his head.
He can’t be a demon.
Demons fall.
FINIS
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-22 11:42 pm (UTC)