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Fic: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (17/31)
Title: Rainbow’s Freedom (The Jewel In The Crown Arc) (17/31)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Dick, Brex, Clark//Bruce, Alfred, Dax Mantell
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dick overhears a sinister plot.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 15, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 19, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 950
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
"Come, Watson, the game is afoot!"
XVII
PLOTTING
Dick and Brex laughed and ran from the courtyard into the cool interior of the Palace.
“Wanna go to the gym?” Dick asked.
“Cool!”
Dick laughed at Brex’s use of Earth slang. His friend was eager to learn Earth culture, and Dick was happy to provide the opportunity.
“Race ya!” Brex said, and dashed off to try and beat Dick to the gym.
Dick followed, suddenly stopping as he heard voices in a small corridor off the main hall. He clicked on his universal translator.
“We have to strike now.”
“Why? We still have a week.”
“But our target is vulnerable now,” hissed the first voice.
“How? Rigellian security is tight around their Prince, combined with the Jovarans’.”
“We have to grab him while we can!”
“We have to be intelligent about it.” The cultured, urbane voice sounded familiar, but Dick had to concentrate on the conversation. He kept still, holding his beads immobile so they wouldn’t make noise. “Botching this means we will not get another chance, at least not for a good long while.”
The first speaker’s impatience was obvious. “This is the perfect opportunity. You know what will happen to us if we squander it.”
A pause, then, “Tomorrow night, then.”
Dick quickly ducked into an alcove but the conspirators went in the opposite direction. He caught a glimpse of Jovaran robes, the hoods concealing their identity. One was dark-red, the other a pale yellow. He was ready to start tailing them when Brex showed up.
“What happened to you?”
“Oh, a freeman wants me to bring a message to my Master. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to join you. I might have to deliver a reply.”
“That’s fine, Dick. I know duty comes first.”
Dick beamed and hurried off to Bruce’s chambers.
& & & & & &
“Good work, Dick.”
Bruce, Clark, and Dick sat in the sitting area, plotting their next move.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t see their faces,” Dick said.
“That’s all right. With the javeas everyone wear, it’s difficult to see faces.” Bruce rubbed his chin. “We’ll of course be on full alert tomorrow night. Clark, you’ll be invaluable completely Veiled. You can watch without anyone knowing.” Clark sat up a little straighter, pride in his eyes. “Dick, you are a master of getting about in stealthy ways while being as bright as the sun.” All three grinned. “Now…”
The door opened and Alfred entered. He observed the meeting. “Something has happened, sir?”
“Yes, Alfred. Come, join us.”
Bruce brought Alfred up-to-date and the butler looked thoughtful.
“We cannot alert Prince Mirax?”
Bruce shook his head. “Mirax would have a royal fit.”
Dick laughed. “Good one, Bruce!”
Bruce smiled. “I think I’ll go see Dax and also notify our undercover agent.” He tapped his knee. “But first we work out our strategy for tomorrow night.”
& & & & & &
The gardens were lush, filled with all manners of colorful, exotic flowers. The sun shone warmly down on Bruce, who lifted his face to the sun.
Clark was beside him, and Bruce wished he could allow Clark to bare his face as he had done, but it was a serious breach of etiquette. Instead he enjoyed Clark’s companionship as they searched for Dax.
Dick had relayed his whereabouts from Brex, and the two boys were running on the lawn playing a game that resembled Earth croquet. Bruce smiled, glad to see Dick enjoying himself with his new friend.
They found Dax in a small enclosure of hedges, sitting on a white, wrought-iron bench by a sparkling fountain.
“Bruce! Enjoying the day?”
“Very much so.”
“Hello, ka-tare.”
Clark bowed deeply. “M’lord.”
Dax invited Bruce to sit next to him, Clark settling at Bruce’s feet.
“The conference seems to be going well.” Dax adjusted his jattra.
“Very. How’s the Prince?”
Dax laughed. “His usual irascible self.”
“Consider yourself lucky that you don’t have to serve in his Household, just as an advisor for this conference.”
Dax smirked. “Truly.”
Bruce lowered his voice. “Dax, I’ve got some intel that there will be an attempted kidnapping of the Prince tomorrow night.”
Dax’s expression did not change. “How?”
“We’re not sure. We only know that the Kadorans will try.”
“I heard that I was a possibility during this conference. Damn!” Dax slammed the arm of the bench. “I’ll alert our security team.”
Bruce touched his arm. “It may be wise not to tell Mirax.”
Dax grinned. “You know our beloved Majesty well, don’t you?”
“I think I do.”
“You’re right, Mirax should stay in the dark.” Dax looked at a brightly-plumaged bird alighting on the stone cherub holding a stone jar as water merrily spilled out into the fountain’s basin. “I think we ought to alert Jovaran security.”
“Can they be trusted?”
Dax’s smile was predatory. “I admire a suspicious man.” Bruce smiled. “But, yes, I believe they can be trusted. At the very least, allowing a kidnapping to take place would disgrace the Kings.”
“True.” Bruce was still uncertain.
“We must work with what we have.” Dax looked down at Clark. “And are you enjoying the day, ka-tare?”
“Yes, m’lord.”
Bruce noticed the happy tone of Clark's voice. His companion was very comfortable around Dax, raising Bruce’s respect for the Rigellian even more.
“Good.” He smiled at Bruce knowingly. “And a fine spy, too, I’d wager?”
Bruce smiled back. He was fortunate to be surrounded by intelligent people, stimulation of the intellectual variety always a joy. He gently rubbed Clark’s shoulder.
“So, how do we do this?” Bruce asked.
Dax’s dark-violet eyes glittered.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: (this chapter): Dick, Brex, Clark//Bruce, Alfred, Dax Mantell
Series Notes: In the 23rd century, Earth is a technologically-advanced society that practices the ancient institution of slavery. The House Of Wayne travels off-world to the planet of Jovara on an important mission, and lovers Clark and Bruce learn more about their Master/slave dynamic through the eyes of this exotic culture. Meanwhile, Hal and Steve attempt to aid Diana and the Amazons to finally break free of their centuries-long enslavement on Paradise Island. The entire series can be found here.
Genres: AU, Drama, Slavefic
Challenge Category: Section E (Slavefic)
Rating: (this chapter): G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Dick overhears a sinister plot.
Date Of Completion (First Draft): April 15, 2009
Date Of Posting: March 19, 2010
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 950
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Entered into the 2010 DCU Fic/Art Bondage Challenge.
Sherlock Holmes
(Courtesy of
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle)
19th Century, C.E.
PLOTTING
Dick and Brex laughed and ran from the courtyard into the cool interior of the Palace.
“Wanna go to the gym?” Dick asked.
“Cool!”
Dick laughed at Brex’s use of Earth slang. His friend was eager to learn Earth culture, and Dick was happy to provide the opportunity.
“Race ya!” Brex said, and dashed off to try and beat Dick to the gym.
Dick followed, suddenly stopping as he heard voices in a small corridor off the main hall. He clicked on his universal translator.
“We have to strike now.”
“Why? We still have a week.”
“But our target is vulnerable now,” hissed the first voice.
“How? Rigellian security is tight around their Prince, combined with the Jovarans’.”
“We have to grab him while we can!”
“We have to be intelligent about it.” The cultured, urbane voice sounded familiar, but Dick had to concentrate on the conversation. He kept still, holding his beads immobile so they wouldn’t make noise. “Botching this means we will not get another chance, at least not for a good long while.”
The first speaker’s impatience was obvious. “This is the perfect opportunity. You know what will happen to us if we squander it.”
A pause, then, “Tomorrow night, then.”
Dick quickly ducked into an alcove but the conspirators went in the opposite direction. He caught a glimpse of Jovaran robes, the hoods concealing their identity. One was dark-red, the other a pale yellow. He was ready to start tailing them when Brex showed up.
“What happened to you?”
“Oh, a freeman wants me to bring a message to my Master. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to join you. I might have to deliver a reply.”
“That’s fine, Dick. I know duty comes first.”
Dick beamed and hurried off to Bruce’s chambers.
“Good work, Dick.”
Bruce, Clark, and Dick sat in the sitting area, plotting their next move.
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t see their faces,” Dick said.
“That’s all right. With the javeas everyone wear, it’s difficult to see faces.” Bruce rubbed his chin. “We’ll of course be on full alert tomorrow night. Clark, you’ll be invaluable completely Veiled. You can watch without anyone knowing.” Clark sat up a little straighter, pride in his eyes. “Dick, you are a master of getting about in stealthy ways while being as bright as the sun.” All three grinned. “Now…”
The door opened and Alfred entered. He observed the meeting. “Something has happened, sir?”
“Yes, Alfred. Come, join us.”
Bruce brought Alfred up-to-date and the butler looked thoughtful.
“We cannot alert Prince Mirax?”
Bruce shook his head. “Mirax would have a royal fit.”
Dick laughed. “Good one, Bruce!”
Bruce smiled. “I think I’ll go see Dax and also notify our undercover agent.” He tapped his knee. “But first we work out our strategy for tomorrow night.”
The gardens were lush, filled with all manners of colorful, exotic flowers. The sun shone warmly down on Bruce, who lifted his face to the sun.
Clark was beside him, and Bruce wished he could allow Clark to bare his face as he had done, but it was a serious breach of etiquette. Instead he enjoyed Clark’s companionship as they searched for Dax.
Dick had relayed his whereabouts from Brex, and the two boys were running on the lawn playing a game that resembled Earth croquet. Bruce smiled, glad to see Dick enjoying himself with his new friend.
They found Dax in a small enclosure of hedges, sitting on a white, wrought-iron bench by a sparkling fountain.
“Bruce! Enjoying the day?”
“Very much so.”
“Hello, ka-tare.”
Clark bowed deeply. “M’lord.”
Dax invited Bruce to sit next to him, Clark settling at Bruce’s feet.
“The conference seems to be going well.” Dax adjusted his jattra.
“Very. How’s the Prince?”
Dax laughed. “His usual irascible self.”
“Consider yourself lucky that you don’t have to serve in his Household, just as an advisor for this conference.”
Dax smirked. “Truly.”
Bruce lowered his voice. “Dax, I’ve got some intel that there will be an attempted kidnapping of the Prince tomorrow night.”
Dax’s expression did not change. “How?”
“We’re not sure. We only know that the Kadorans will try.”
“I heard that I was a possibility during this conference. Damn!” Dax slammed the arm of the bench. “I’ll alert our security team.”
Bruce touched his arm. “It may be wise not to tell Mirax.”
Dax grinned. “You know our beloved Majesty well, don’t you?”
“I think I do.”
“You’re right, Mirax should stay in the dark.” Dax looked at a brightly-plumaged bird alighting on the stone cherub holding a stone jar as water merrily spilled out into the fountain’s basin. “I think we ought to alert Jovaran security.”
“Can they be trusted?”
Dax’s smile was predatory. “I admire a suspicious man.” Bruce smiled. “But, yes, I believe they can be trusted. At the very least, allowing a kidnapping to take place would disgrace the Kings.”
“True.” Bruce was still uncertain.
“We must work with what we have.” Dax looked down at Clark. “And are you enjoying the day, ka-tare?”
“Yes, m’lord.”
Bruce noticed the happy tone of Clark's voice. His companion was very comfortable around Dax, raising Bruce’s respect for the Rigellian even more.
“Good.” He smiled at Bruce knowingly. “And a fine spy, too, I’d wager?”
Bruce smiled back. He was fortunate to be surrounded by intelligent people, stimulation of the intellectual variety always a joy. He gently rubbed Clark’s shoulder.
“So, how do we do this?” Bruce asked.
Dax’s dark-violet eyes glittered.
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(Anonymous) 2010-03-20 02:03 am (UTC)(link)Plus I love Sherlock Holmes. :)
Slight problem I noticed a typo, "“It my be wise not to tell Mirax.”"
So there's a plot and a counter plot. So I guess we'll see which will be successful. I'm looking forward to it but mainly I have a weakness for the sexy diversions. ;)
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A treat for me tonight!! So the plot thickens and leave it to Dick to be in the right place at the right time. I really admire Dax and I'm glad they will have the security force behind them.
I like how Bruce relies on Clarks assessment of Dax and how it makes his opinion of Dax even higher.
Lovely chapter honey! Looking forward to more.
((HUGS))
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I'm looking forward to seeing how the attemp goes over and who blocks who?????
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Brex is also a slave correct? Or is my memory tricking me?
..you have to love Royalty.
Nice, short chapter. I can't wait to see how this plays out.
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Beautiful Fic
(Anonymous) 2010-03-27 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)But a quick question... how long before Clark finds out he is Kal-El? It's horrible not knowing.
Thank you for writing.
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Love the Sherlock Holmes quote and Dick would have been a worthy apprentice to Holmes.
Great chapter, despite the imminent danger I found it so very Dickiebird like. Brightness illuminating the darkness.
Thank you! It's always a pleasure to read your wee!Dick!
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I sure hope they can head off the kidnapping plot... and that it was actually Mirax those guys were talking about and not Bruce or anyone in his household! O_O
Paranoia, I haz it.
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