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jamjar ([personal profile] jamjar) wrote2005-10-10 11:05 pm

drabblememe for [personal profile] red_eft, Batman Beyond, Bruce/Terry


Wayne Manor gets too hot in the summer and Bruce doesn't have air-conditioning. Terry's not sure if this is some kind of historical-building preservation thing or another sign of the old man's sadism, never very far from the surface, but he's leaning towards the latter. If he asks, Bruce shrugs and says that they don't need it.

"Open a window, McGinnis. The fresh air won't kill you."

"In this town, I'm not so sure."

Opening all the windows with their glass that's warped with age lets in the wind that's just a little too strong to leave papers lying about. It makes it less stuffy, but doesn't do anything to kill the heat that's got Terry wishing he could still get away with shorts and no shirt outside of the manor, without having to worry about bruises showing.

Here, he can wear them, even if it makes him feel like Terry-the-Poolboy against the old wood and warm leather of the Wayne Manor.

Bruce hasn't said anything about it, yet, which could mean he's saving the comments up. He watches Terry, or he watches the bruises, bandages and synskin bandaids and occasionally hands him a bottle of something to put on the worst or orders him to adjust one set of bandages around his ribs.

It's weird to be this undressed in front of him. It's not like the old guy hasn't seen him in less, hasn't seen him naked, but only when there was a reason for it. Changing into the suit, getting wounds checked. Work, mostly. It's different.

And he reminds Bruce of someone, though he's been careful not to ask who. He know that sometimes, when Bruce's eyes are on him, it's not exactly Terry he's seeing, that Terry will have to say something, move in just the wrong way, to get Bruce to actually *see* him.


He probably doesn't do that as much as he should.

[identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com 2005-10-10 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
The problem with trying to analyze this is having my brain fried to a crisp by the mental image of Terry in only shorts.

When I manage to get beyond that I hit the image of Bruce *watching* him.

*fizzle* *puffs of smoke from ears*
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[personal profile] brownbetty 2005-10-11 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
Um. Yeah. Terry in short shorts. That's all I got. Wow.

[identity profile] jamjar.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Really, that's all anybody needs.

And if I haven't said this before, I do love that icon.

[identity profile] jamjar.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Old!Bruce generally has that effect on me, no matter what he's doing.

[identity profile] petronelle.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
Terry the Cabana Boy. Oh, honey.

You have forcefully -- and quite subtly -- reminded me that for some reason, this Bruce has things with Dick's monogram in his closet.

I like Terry's moving in the wrong way in order to be *Terry* to Bruce again. Nicely done.

[identity profile] jamjar.livejournal.com 2005-10-11 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
You have forcefully -- and quite subtly -- reminded me that for some reason, this Bruce has things with Dick's monogram in his closet.

I know! I love my canon.
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[identity profile] red-eft.livejournal.com 2005-10-12 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Eee. And also, yes.

He know that sometimes, when Bruce's eyes are on him, it's not exactly Terry he's seeing,

*points* This hits me as very right. In the Batfamily, you're never just the one person.

[identity profile] jamjar.livejournal.com 2005-10-12 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
In the batfamily, you're lucky if it's just two.

Two-Face has it easy.

[identity profile] chalcopyrite.livejournal.com 2005-10-15 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
Terry the Poolboy. . .

::whimpers::

Nope, can't get past that image. And reminding Bruce of someone -- nnnh.

[identity profile] jamjar.livejournal.com 2005-10-16 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
It's canon that Terry wore a suit of Dick's to a formal do! Bruce just had it in a closet somewhere, and Terry decided to wear it to a party.

I love my canon, and it loves me.