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bradygirl_12Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc) (38/38)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Clark does not appear in this chapter), Jim Gordon, Kathy Kane, Lana Lang, Martha Kent, Elias Stark, Hal/Steve, Harold Allston, Carl Winslow
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Plans are made, some for justice, some for revenge.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: December 12, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 860
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
"Man and his plans…what would he do without them?"
XXXVIII
VENGEFUL JUSTICE
The screams echoed in the living room as Bruce shut off the TV.
Two very shaken women sat on the couch, a third in the overstuffed armchair. Jim Gordon sat in the other chair.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but…”
“No, it’s okay, Bruce,” Kathy said softly.
“I stopped it after five minutes. You get the gist.”
Lana rocketed off her chair. “That sadistic bastard!” She was trembling with rage. “Those poor souls! My God, Bruce! We don’t even treat murderers and rapists like this! This…it’s utter insanity!”
“I know.”
Lana began pacing. “I’m going to show this fucking tape to the Congressional committee I’m on.”
“Some people would like what they see,” Jim said.
“No doubt, but there will be those as appalled as we are. If this tape doesn’t convince people of the need to have Slave Protection Laws, I don’t know what will.”
Martha looked parchment-white. “Are those people dead?”
“I would guess they are, Mrs. Kent,” said Jim. “We could check the Caldwell inventory, but the victims could have been purchased for torture only, and possibly from unscrupulous slave dealers who sell smuggled bondsmen. There would be no records in that case.” He sighed. “But even if they were legal purchases, we could do nothing. As you well know, a Master has utter dominion over a slave. They can torture and kill at will.”
Anger reflected in the women’s eyes. Lana stood stiffly, red wisps of hair trailing out of her ponytail.
“Commissioner,” she said. “Would you be willing to put your considerable influence behind a bill to enact sweeping Slave Protection Laws?”
“I’m not that influential, Senator…”
“Don’t be so modest, Commissioner. You are more influential than you know.”
“I would be happy to help, Senator. I’m tired of a system that ties my hands when it comes to justice.”
“It’s Lana, please, and understandable that you should be frustrated, Commissioner.”
“Jim, please.”
“A great alliance, then,” Bruce said.
“A productive one,” Lana added as she shook hands with Jim.
“We will stop these abominations.” Jim’s mouth was set in a hard line.
Everyone in the Kane living room nodded grimly.
& & & & & &
Elias Stark looked over the meeting minutes about the Kryptonian Hunt. Nothing spectacular, but still productive. A band had been discovered and wiped out just last week.
He sipped from his water glass, studying the computer screen.
Damn, he could have used Wayne’s input. Queen and Luthor hadn’t been able to make it, and a civilian could have added some needed perspective.
The little incident with Edmund Caldwell had mucked things up. So what if his whore had broken his arm? Couldn’t the slut suck it up?
Beyond his usual sucking.
Stark smirked.
It had been amusing to watch Wayne rail about breached security. He doubted they’d discover how Edmund got in.
After all, he hadn’t been a general for all these years and not know good infiltration tactics when he saw them.
Smiling, he returned to his reading.
& & & & & &
“Do you really think that Dr. Allston can come up with a substitute for the drugs the Govs are giving the Amazons?” Steve asked.
He and Hal were sitting in their living room. Hal carefully stretched, trying to keep improving.
“Bruce assured us he’s not only the best at what he does, but he’s an Aldebaran shellmouth of discretion.”
Steve settled back in his chair. “I wish we didn’t have to wait.”
“Dr. Allston says we can have the sub drug ready by the time we go on leave in September. Until then, we plan.”
Steve bit his lip. “I just hate to think of Diana suffering…” he rubbed between his eyes “…but after four centuries, what’s a few more months?”
& & & & & &
Harold studied the results of his latest tests. Soon he’d have the perfect fake drug to give to the majors.
Man, he was really getting involved in deep stuff here. Not only was he helping Bruce shield his Squire from the Hunt Decree against the Roma by supplying the masking agent to obscure the genetic evidence, he was helping to plot a major upheaval on Paradise Island against the Federal Government.
It was a good thing he liked living on the edge.
“Let me know when you’re through here, Doc, and I’ll straighten up.”
Harold looked up at the newly-hired lab tech. “Sure, Carl.”
The man nodded and closed the door.
& & & & & &
Carl Winslow smiled. It had been almost too easy getting a job here. He was very low-level, performing the most basic of tasks, but it beat cleaning houses for a living.
He didn’t mind flying under the radar. If he played his cards right, by the time he figured out a fitting revenge on the almighty Prince for getting him fired from Aaron Breck’s cleaning service*, he could strike swift and deadly. By now Wayne would have forgotten all about him.
Revenge would be sweet.
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*Chapter 3: Violation (Shadow Of The Bat Arc)
End Of The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc
Next: The Jewel In The Crown Arc
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Clark/Bruce (Clark does not appear in this chapter), Jim Gordon, Kathy Kane, Lana Lang, Martha Kent, Elias Stark, Hal/Steve, Harold Allston, Carl Winslow
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. A Great Trial crashes down upon the House Of Wayne. Can Bruce and Clark’s relationship survive? Will the Family’s strength be enough to see them through this Time of Fear and Darkness? The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Rating: (this chapter): PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Plans are made, some for justice, some for revenge.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): January 25, 2009
Date Of Posting: December 12, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 860
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Raj Nehru
"An Observer Of
The Human Condition"
2216 C.E.
VENGEFUL JUSTICE
The screams echoed in the living room as Bruce shut off the TV.
Two very shaken women sat on the couch, a third in the overstuffed armchair. Jim Gordon sat in the other chair.
“I’m sorry you had to see that, but…”
“No, it’s okay, Bruce,” Kathy said softly.
“I stopped it after five minutes. You get the gist.”
Lana rocketed off her chair. “That sadistic bastard!” She was trembling with rage. “Those poor souls! My God, Bruce! We don’t even treat murderers and rapists like this! This…it’s utter insanity!”
“I know.”
Lana began pacing. “I’m going to show this fucking tape to the Congressional committee I’m on.”
“Some people would like what they see,” Jim said.
“No doubt, but there will be those as appalled as we are. If this tape doesn’t convince people of the need to have Slave Protection Laws, I don’t know what will.”
Martha looked parchment-white. “Are those people dead?”
“I would guess they are, Mrs. Kent,” said Jim. “We could check the Caldwell inventory, but the victims could have been purchased for torture only, and possibly from unscrupulous slave dealers who sell smuggled bondsmen. There would be no records in that case.” He sighed. “But even if they were legal purchases, we could do nothing. As you well know, a Master has utter dominion over a slave. They can torture and kill at will.”
Anger reflected in the women’s eyes. Lana stood stiffly, red wisps of hair trailing out of her ponytail.
“Commissioner,” she said. “Would you be willing to put your considerable influence behind a bill to enact sweeping Slave Protection Laws?”
“I’m not that influential, Senator…”
“Don’t be so modest, Commissioner. You are more influential than you know.”
“I would be happy to help, Senator. I’m tired of a system that ties my hands when it comes to justice.”
“It’s Lana, please, and understandable that you should be frustrated, Commissioner.”
“Jim, please.”
“A great alliance, then,” Bruce said.
“A productive one,” Lana added as she shook hands with Jim.
“We will stop these abominations.” Jim’s mouth was set in a hard line.
Everyone in the Kane living room nodded grimly.
Elias Stark looked over the meeting minutes about the Kryptonian Hunt. Nothing spectacular, but still productive. A band had been discovered and wiped out just last week.
He sipped from his water glass, studying the computer screen.
Damn, he could have used Wayne’s input. Queen and Luthor hadn’t been able to make it, and a civilian could have added some needed perspective.
The little incident with Edmund Caldwell had mucked things up. So what if his whore had broken his arm? Couldn’t the slut suck it up?
Beyond his usual sucking.
Stark smirked.
It had been amusing to watch Wayne rail about breached security. He doubted they’d discover how Edmund got in.
After all, he hadn’t been a general for all these years and not know good infiltration tactics when he saw them.
Smiling, he returned to his reading.
“Do you really think that Dr. Allston can come up with a substitute for the drugs the Govs are giving the Amazons?” Steve asked.
He and Hal were sitting in their living room. Hal carefully stretched, trying to keep improving.
“Bruce assured us he’s not only the best at what he does, but he’s an Aldebaran shellmouth of discretion.”
Steve settled back in his chair. “I wish we didn’t have to wait.”
“Dr. Allston says we can have the sub drug ready by the time we go on leave in September. Until then, we plan.”
Steve bit his lip. “I just hate to think of Diana suffering…” he rubbed between his eyes “…but after four centuries, what’s a few more months?”
Harold studied the results of his latest tests. Soon he’d have the perfect fake drug to give to the majors.
Man, he was really getting involved in deep stuff here. Not only was he helping Bruce shield his Squire from the Hunt Decree against the Roma by supplying the masking agent to obscure the genetic evidence, he was helping to plot a major upheaval on Paradise Island against the Federal Government.
It was a good thing he liked living on the edge.
“Let me know when you’re through here, Doc, and I’ll straighten up.”
Harold looked up at the newly-hired lab tech. “Sure, Carl.”
The man nodded and closed the door.
Carl Winslow smiled. It had been almost too easy getting a job here. He was very low-level, performing the most basic of tasks, but it beat cleaning houses for a living.
He didn’t mind flying under the radar. If he played his cards right, by the time he figured out a fitting revenge on the almighty Prince for getting him fired from Aaron Breck’s cleaning service*, he could strike swift and deadly. By now Wayne would have forgotten all about him.
Revenge would be sweet.
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
*Chapter 3: Violation (Shadow Of The Bat Arc)
End Of The Dark Knight Of The Soul Arc
Next: The Jewel In The Crown Arc
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Date: 2009-12-13 04:13 pm (UTC)You know I woke up thinking about this story this morning! After you reposted the chapter with Carl. I realized once again how much Clark has been abused by so many. The slavers, Carl, The piece of poop Edmund and yet he has held on to his humanity throughout the entire trial. He is more human then the humans are!
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Date: 2009-12-14 12:44 am (UTC)*grins*
In the meantime, lots of holiday goodies! :)
You know I woke up thinking about this story this morning!
:)
After you reposted the chapter with Carl. I realized once again how much Clark has been abused by so many. The slavers, Carl, The piece of poop Edmund and yet he has held on to his humanity throughout the entire trial. He is more human then the humans are!
Clark's always been that way, hasn't he? More human than the humans he protects and serves. We're lucky to have him around! :)
BTW, this icon created by
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Date: 2009-12-14 01:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-14 02:43 am (UTC)She's the best, isn't she? :)