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Entry tags:	angst, author: elynross, bruce, dick, fandom: batman (comic), first time, nc17, pretty damn good, slash, voyeurism

Batman

Fandom:  Batman (Comic)
Title:  Seizin
Author:  elynross  (elynross)
Genre:  First Time, Slash, Angst
Pairing:  Dick/Other, Bruce/Dick
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Voyeurism
Spoilers: No clue.

Notes:  So I have to admit, I'm a bit uncertain as to exactly where this fic is based...it could belong to the Comic or there was a Graphic Novel series, too, wasn't there?  I just don't know enough about them.  I'm much more familiar with the early (campy)  tv series and the films, but I'm positive this doesn't belong to those.  This is a fairly dark piece, with lots of angst, so you tell me where it fits, I don't know.  But I can tell you this.  It's pretty damn hot.  And I like the pictures it draws of Bruce and Dick.  Dick is 19, rebellious and passionate, and Bruce is angry - at Dick and at his own hunger for what he considers forbidden.  They're complex characters - things aren't black and white, good and bad - there are all sorts of shades in this fic, and it just struck me hard.  Well done.


Excerpt:


As he raised his hand to pound on Dick's door, he saw that it was ajar; he could see the flickering light of a fire through the few open inches. As he reached to push the door open, deciding that Dick's privacy deserved no more respect than he accorded Batman's, he heard a soft cry that sounded nothing like friendly conversation, and then a very familiar voice moaning, "Christ, yessss..."

He stiffened in shock, but his hand kept moving, pushing the door open, softly and quietly, Alfred's careful housekeeping keeping all mechanisms well-oiled and silent.

Nothing he saw lessened his shock. The soft light of the fire showed him Dick, naked, his slim, honed body braced on forearms and knees, spread out beneath another man as he took Dick from behind, hands gripping Dick's hips, thrusts pressing Dick into the bed, making him whimper. The soft, hungry sounds pierced Bruce's throbbing head, and he braced himself with a hand on the doorway.

Bruce stood there, irresolute, knowing he should leave but unable to move, unable to stop watching, stop listening to the greedy sounds that Dick was making -- nearly unable to prevent himself from going and ripping this intruder away from Dick's body.

He'd seen Dick naked, often, but he hadn't-- He hadn't allowed himself to look. Now he couldn't stop, his eyes running over the clean lines of his back, the firm curves of his arms, his flanks, his hip-- and as Dick's lover pulled one hand away to grasp Dick's shoulder, he left Dick's hip bare to Bruce's gaze, letting him see the dark tattoo on the point of the hip, a tattoo shaped like--

--a stylized bat.

Bruce stopped hearing, stopped thinking, stopped breathing. The revelation thundered through him, his sign on Dick's hip, his symbol riding Dick's flesh, pierced into Dick's skin, and Bruce was so hard he ached.


I rate this fic:  Pretty Damn Good