Dis Pater part 23
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roxyThis was supposed to be a short little fic, something that wasn't going to eat up major parts of my time. Heh.
Anyhoo, Previous Parts are sunbathing here. Nude. On a traffic island.Rapscallions.
The car was parked and the young men trooped into the house, Bruce and Lex chatting quietly and Lucas trying hard to conceal his fury.
The only staff on hand was the cook, and she had dinner waiting for them in the dining room. The table was set, she’d gone to quite a bit of trouble, and Lex knew it was because of Bruce. He smiled. Good woman—if he’d need to impress Bruce, this would have helped.
In fact Bruce was impressed and told Lex so. “Your staff must be very efficient—we really didn’t give them much notice.”
He nodded. “Dad picked staff for their ability to be adaptable and think for themselves. It makes for interesting days sometimes,” he said, recalling Dad’s epic arguments with the housekeeper. When both of them decided they knew the best way to do something, it could be quite the battle and Lex was endlessly amused by the tactics the stubborn combatants resorted to. He kind of looked forward to those arguments himself, Lionel flushed with triumph after winning a battle with the dragon of a housekeeper was a sight guaranteed to make Lucas and him giggle. They sat down to dinner, and Lex was entertaining Bruce with an incident involving his dad, the housekeeper and the layout of the upstairs linen closet, when suddenly his dad was standing in the doorway, slipping his coat off and handing it to his assistant, and smiling at them.
“Well, boys, I decided to join you this weekend, since you’re home again, Lex. You don’t mind do you? It’s a surprise and a pleasure to see you, Bruce.”
Lex jumped up. “Talk about surprise, Dad—here, let me get you a plate…” His dad waved him off, “Thanks, Dominic and I ate before taking the chopper…you look good, Lex. Rested. I’m glad.” He patted Lex on the shoulder and smiled at him. Lex felt the tension under his words, no matter that he smiled at him, and squeezed his shoulder. Lex bristled—he still thought that he was twisted.
Lex glanced at Lucas and wanted to smack him. The kid sat at the table smiling like an angel, watching his relationship with Dad curl up like burning paper, all because of him...and Dad just caught him glaring at the little punk. Jesus.
Lex sat again and took a very healthy gulp of the wine in his glass and thought, these glasses are ridiculously small. He filled it and thought again, entirely too small.
*******
Bruce lay on the bed, waited until he was certain the household was asleep before he got up, dressed himself in black from head to toe and fastened a pouch around his waist. He would have liked to have brought along the newest proto-type suit but decided against it, and to just test a few pieces of the new equipment he’d received from Alfred before he’d left Gotham, instead.
He played a length of thin silver cord out onto the bed, and tossed a set of lock- picks onto the oddly cheerful blue and green comforter at the foot of the bed. He picked up a set of binoculars he’d placed on the bed earlier, and checked to see that they were powered and ready. He touched a button on the side and he could now see perfectly in the pitch-black room. He pressed another button and lettering appeared in the upper left corner of his field of vision, telling him the camera was ready to record still pictures or video. He was pleased; it was a nice little piece of equipment, practical and…fun. He grinned briefly, before concentrating on packing what he needed into the waist pouch. Picks, binoculars…he thought about other items to take, and settled on a voice recorder, that he adhered to his throat. It would pick up sub-vocal speech, allowing him to make notes and observations without alerting anyone to his presence.
He stretched, running through a warm-up quickly and pulled a pair of leather gloves on—the castle walls were rough stone and he thought he might need protection. He coiled the rope around his waist and pulled his shirt over it. He pulled a thin black balaclava over his head and rolled it down over his face. He opened his bedroom window and climbed out onto the narrow ledge, and felt for finger holds. Time to go to work.
He felt a little thrill as he worked his way down the wall, glad that for once this was just for pleasure, and decided to enjoy it fully. Skulking about Smallville would be a training exercise, and a bit of fun—nothing could possibly happen in this sleepy little burg.
He dropped lightly to the ground after making his way down the wall, stood for moment thinking.
Well, why not, he decided. Let’s go check out the Kent farm…see what makes our boy what he is.
He certainly made an impression, he thought as he slipped over the wall and avoided the security cameras like they didn’t exist. He was a handsome kid—young though, he could see why Lex was reluctant to pursue him. Too bad—if he’d actually had a relationship with Clark, it might have saved him from Lucas.
Bruce angled across the road and fit the binoculars over his head with an attachable strap, switched it to night vision and ran into the trees opposite the road. Good cover, he thought and his mind drifted back to Lucas. He was angry, Bruce could see that. He smiled to himself and made a mental note not to tease him anymore, it was a little like teasing a pitbull, and he didn’t want him to take it out on Clark or Lex—anymore than he had already.
Bruce jumped over a low fence and then jumped across a drainage ditch. He was on the Kent property now. He directed himself towards the farmhouse and ran on.
Poor kid. Lucas was going to chew him up first and then work on Lex. He’d tried to talk to Lex about the boy, but Lex insisted it was just—youthful high spirits--he might as well have put it that way, he snorted. Shit.
That boy was crazy. He was dangerous, in a way. And he really thought Lex was his.
He stopped and sighed. He was at the edge of the wood, and switched the binoculars off.
He knew that Lucas meant big—bigger trouble, in the long run, He knew he wouldn’t be able to convince Lex of that-- he loved his brother too much. Bruce grimaced. That was the entire problem, right there. Lex really loved Lucas.
Bruce vaulted over the fence that edged the rear of the farmhouse grounds.
Maybe more than Lex knew.
tbc!
Anyhoo, Previous Parts are sunbathing here. Nude. On a traffic island.Rapscallions.
The car was parked and the young men trooped into the house, Bruce and Lex chatting quietly and Lucas trying hard to conceal his fury.
The only staff on hand was the cook, and she had dinner waiting for them in the dining room. The table was set, she’d gone to quite a bit of trouble, and Lex knew it was because of Bruce. He smiled. Good woman—if he’d need to impress Bruce, this would have helped.
In fact Bruce was impressed and told Lex so. “Your staff must be very efficient—we really didn’t give them much notice.”
He nodded. “Dad picked staff for their ability to be adaptable and think for themselves. It makes for interesting days sometimes,” he said, recalling Dad’s epic arguments with the housekeeper. When both of them decided they knew the best way to do something, it could be quite the battle and Lex was endlessly amused by the tactics the stubborn combatants resorted to. He kind of looked forward to those arguments himself, Lionel flushed with triumph after winning a battle with the dragon of a housekeeper was a sight guaranteed to make Lucas and him giggle. They sat down to dinner, and Lex was entertaining Bruce with an incident involving his dad, the housekeeper and the layout of the upstairs linen closet, when suddenly his dad was standing in the doorway, slipping his coat off and handing it to his assistant, and smiling at them.
“Well, boys, I decided to join you this weekend, since you’re home again, Lex. You don’t mind do you? It’s a surprise and a pleasure to see you, Bruce.”
Lex jumped up. “Talk about surprise, Dad—here, let me get you a plate…” His dad waved him off, “Thanks, Dominic and I ate before taking the chopper…you look good, Lex. Rested. I’m glad.” He patted Lex on the shoulder and smiled at him. Lex felt the tension under his words, no matter that he smiled at him, and squeezed his shoulder. Lex bristled—he still thought that he was twisted.
Lex glanced at Lucas and wanted to smack him. The kid sat at the table smiling like an angel, watching his relationship with Dad curl up like burning paper, all because of him...and Dad just caught him glaring at the little punk. Jesus.
Lex sat again and took a very healthy gulp of the wine in his glass and thought, these glasses are ridiculously small. He filled it and thought again, entirely too small.
*******
Bruce lay on the bed, waited until he was certain the household was asleep before he got up, dressed himself in black from head to toe and fastened a pouch around his waist. He would have liked to have brought along the newest proto-type suit but decided against it, and to just test a few pieces of the new equipment he’d received from Alfred before he’d left Gotham, instead.
He played a length of thin silver cord out onto the bed, and tossed a set of lock- picks onto the oddly cheerful blue and green comforter at the foot of the bed. He picked up a set of binoculars he’d placed on the bed earlier, and checked to see that they were powered and ready. He touched a button on the side and he could now see perfectly in the pitch-black room. He pressed another button and lettering appeared in the upper left corner of his field of vision, telling him the camera was ready to record still pictures or video. He was pleased; it was a nice little piece of equipment, practical and…fun. He grinned briefly, before concentrating on packing what he needed into the waist pouch. Picks, binoculars…he thought about other items to take, and settled on a voice recorder, that he adhered to his throat. It would pick up sub-vocal speech, allowing him to make notes and observations without alerting anyone to his presence.
He stretched, running through a warm-up quickly and pulled a pair of leather gloves on—the castle walls were rough stone and he thought he might need protection. He coiled the rope around his waist and pulled his shirt over it. He pulled a thin black balaclava over his head and rolled it down over his face. He opened his bedroom window and climbed out onto the narrow ledge, and felt for finger holds. Time to go to work.
He felt a little thrill as he worked his way down the wall, glad that for once this was just for pleasure, and decided to enjoy it fully. Skulking about Smallville would be a training exercise, and a bit of fun—nothing could possibly happen in this sleepy little burg.
He dropped lightly to the ground after making his way down the wall, stood for moment thinking.
Well, why not, he decided. Let’s go check out the Kent farm…see what makes our boy what he is.
He certainly made an impression, he thought as he slipped over the wall and avoided the security cameras like they didn’t exist. He was a handsome kid—young though, he could see why Lex was reluctant to pursue him. Too bad—if he’d actually had a relationship with Clark, it might have saved him from Lucas.
Bruce angled across the road and fit the binoculars over his head with an attachable strap, switched it to night vision and ran into the trees opposite the road. Good cover, he thought and his mind drifted back to Lucas. He was angry, Bruce could see that. He smiled to himself and made a mental note not to tease him anymore, it was a little like teasing a pitbull, and he didn’t want him to take it out on Clark or Lex—anymore than he had already.
Bruce jumped over a low fence and then jumped across a drainage ditch. He was on the Kent property now. He directed himself towards the farmhouse and ran on.
Poor kid. Lucas was going to chew him up first and then work on Lex. He’d tried to talk to Lex about the boy, but Lex insisted it was just—youthful high spirits--he might as well have put it that way, he snorted. Shit.
That boy was crazy. He was dangerous, in a way. And he really thought Lex was his.
He stopped and sighed. He was at the edge of the wood, and switched the binoculars off.
He knew that Lucas meant big—bigger trouble, in the long run, He knew he wouldn’t be able to convince Lex of that-- he loved his brother too much. Bruce grimaced. That was the entire problem, right there. Lex really loved Lucas.
Bruce vaulted over the fence that edged the rear of the farmhouse grounds.
Maybe more than Lex knew.
tbc!
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