FIC: No Trace
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schizoauthoressTitle: No Trace
Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R
Spoilers: set during Jason's tenure as Robin
Warnings: May spoil the 'twist ending', but they are serious triggers. Highlight to reveal -- implied non-con, implied statutory rape, implied sexual abuse, anti-shipping, very dark.
Word Count: 1000
Summary: The cave seems much darker when this secret comes to light.
Note: This story idea came to me and would not leave. I'm sorry.
No Trace
The battle against the bat colony in the cave was a never-ending one, especially when Alfred stood for cleanliness. He was in the middle of scrubbing some of the trophy cases when the Batmobile roared into the cave. Neither Batman nor Robin called for him, so he didn't come closer right away.
When he looked up, he saw that they had both stripped off the loose parts of their costumes -- capes, gloves, boots -- including Robin's utility belt. In fact he looked up just in time to see Batman leading Robin by the elbow. Alfred frowned slightly when he saw the boy stumble, and wondered at that. The last time that had happened, it had been when Master Dick was young, and dosed with some chemical concoction of Poison Ivy's.
He couldn't see them anymore, but heard Batman sifting through things near the medical bay, and decided that there must have been a repeat of the Poison Ivy incident, since they kept the antidote on hand over there. Robin made a quiet distressed sound, and Alfred set aside his cleaning supplies, moving closer to them. But Batman practically dragged Robin to the showers after that -- the chemicals must have been taking effect faster than he calculated, Alfred surmised.
When this had happened to Master Dick, he had to be scrubbed off and sedated. No doubt the same would happen with Master Jason, save that the antidote would be administered afterward instead. Alfred trusted that Master Bruce knew what he was doing, and went upstairs to wash up and prepare some hot drinks and food for the two. (They were earlier than he expected, otherwise he would have had this ready already.)
It was not long before he heard Master Bruce stealing upstairs, but he did find it odd that the man hadn't come into the kitchen at all. It was even stranger that Master Jason did not follow after. This was most irregular. Concerned, Alfred quickly arranged a tray and brought it down to the Batcave, thinking that perhaps the young master simply felt too unwell to take on the long flight of stairs that led to the mansion proper.
He was unprepared for the crying that greeted him.
Alfred set down his tray and hurried over to where Jason was, huddled up on the examination table in the medical bay, half-dressed in civilian clothing and trying in vain to muffle his tears. Alfred reached out a cautious hand and laid it on Jason's shoulder. The boy tried to jerk away and overbalanced, making Alfred reach out with both hands to steady him before he tumbled off the table and onto the stone floor.
"Master Jason, it's all right. It's just me," Alfred said in a soothing voice. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd identified himself as 'just me', only that the words felt right. Regardless, they seemed to have the desired effect, for Jason ceased his struggles to get free and looked at Alfred, who gave him a small, reassuring smile.
"Didn't see you," Jason replied, in a slightly stuffed-up voice, swiping the back of his hand under his running nose. Alfred curbed his initial response to scold, knowing the boy was distressed -- guessing it to be out of reaction to the loss of control that Poison Ivy's handiwork usually caused -- and merely offered a handkerchief as he explained,
"You returned early tonight. I was upstairs, fixing some food."
A measure of tension seemed to ease in the boy at his words. Master Jason wiped at his face and scrubbed his hand, then blew his nose. His eyes still seemed clouded by agitation as he studied Alfred's face, but he said nothing more than, "Oh, thank you. I'll go up."
"No need, sir," Alfred replied, picking up a discarded t-shirt and shaking it out a little before offering it to Jason. "I brought down a tray."
Jason quietly put on the garment and repeated, "Oh. Thank you."
Alfred was bothered by a sense of unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. Instead, he busied himself with making sure the boy was fed, properly dressed to be up in the manor, and then escorted Jason back upstairs. Jason seemed particularly grateful for the last, so Alfred remained in the hallway while Jason brushed his teeth in the bathroom and escorted the young master to his chosen bedroom. There, Jason surprised him yet again with a brief hug.
"You're all right, Alfred," the boy said, and Alfred was cheered by those words, which to him signified further admission past the many walls that Jason kept up to protect himself.
He fondly patted the boy's back. "Thank you, Jason. I like you, too."
Jason smiled up at Alfred -- the expression still didn't reach his eyes, Alfred was sad to note -- and stepped into the room. He shut the door softly behind him.
There was no noise from Master Bruce's room down the hall. And, Alfred decided, he would not go check up on Bruce -- he had more work to do this evening. The battle for cleanliness in the cave was a never-ending one, after all.
He went back down the stairs and put on protective gear before collecting the costumes to be laundered, and then scrubbed the floor where the clothing had lain. After that, he picked up the device that Master Bruce had built to scan for chemical traces and punched in a code to read for Poison Ivy's spores and pheromones. The Batmobile would need to be thoroughly cleaned to avoid a repeat of the night's distasteful end, of course.
Alfred snaps the special filters into place over the portable wet-dry vacuum, and double checks his protective air-filter mask before opening the passenger side door of the Batmobile. He scans the interior carefully with the device, in order to locate and target the areas with highest concentration first.
The vehicle has no trace of Poison Ivy's handiwork. None at all.
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Author: D.L.SchizoAuthoress
Rating: R
Spoilers: set during Jason's tenure as Robin
Warnings: May spoil the 'twist ending', but they are serious triggers. Highlight to reveal -- implied non-con, implied statutory rape, implied sexual abuse, anti-shipping, very dark.
Word Count: 1000
Summary: The cave seems much darker when this secret comes to light.
Note: This story idea came to me and would not leave. I'm sorry.
No Trace
The battle against the bat colony in the cave was a never-ending one, especially when Alfred stood for cleanliness. He was in the middle of scrubbing some of the trophy cases when the Batmobile roared into the cave. Neither Batman nor Robin called for him, so he didn't come closer right away.
When he looked up, he saw that they had both stripped off the loose parts of their costumes -- capes, gloves, boots -- including Robin's utility belt. In fact he looked up just in time to see Batman leading Robin by the elbow. Alfred frowned slightly when he saw the boy stumble, and wondered at that. The last time that had happened, it had been when Master Dick was young, and dosed with some chemical concoction of Poison Ivy's.
He couldn't see them anymore, but heard Batman sifting through things near the medical bay, and decided that there must have been a repeat of the Poison Ivy incident, since they kept the antidote on hand over there. Robin made a quiet distressed sound, and Alfred set aside his cleaning supplies, moving closer to them. But Batman practically dragged Robin to the showers after that -- the chemicals must have been taking effect faster than he calculated, Alfred surmised.
When this had happened to Master Dick, he had to be scrubbed off and sedated. No doubt the same would happen with Master Jason, save that the antidote would be administered afterward instead. Alfred trusted that Master Bruce knew what he was doing, and went upstairs to wash up and prepare some hot drinks and food for the two. (They were earlier than he expected, otherwise he would have had this ready already.)
It was not long before he heard Master Bruce stealing upstairs, but he did find it odd that the man hadn't come into the kitchen at all. It was even stranger that Master Jason did not follow after. This was most irregular. Concerned, Alfred quickly arranged a tray and brought it down to the Batcave, thinking that perhaps the young master simply felt too unwell to take on the long flight of stairs that led to the mansion proper.
He was unprepared for the crying that greeted him.
Alfred set down his tray and hurried over to where Jason was, huddled up on the examination table in the medical bay, half-dressed in civilian clothing and trying in vain to muffle his tears. Alfred reached out a cautious hand and laid it on Jason's shoulder. The boy tried to jerk away and overbalanced, making Alfred reach out with both hands to steady him before he tumbled off the table and onto the stone floor.
"Master Jason, it's all right. It's just me," Alfred said in a soothing voice. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd identified himself as 'just me', only that the words felt right. Regardless, they seemed to have the desired effect, for Jason ceased his struggles to get free and looked at Alfred, who gave him a small, reassuring smile.
"Didn't see you," Jason replied, in a slightly stuffed-up voice, swiping the back of his hand under his running nose. Alfred curbed his initial response to scold, knowing the boy was distressed -- guessing it to be out of reaction to the loss of control that Poison Ivy's handiwork usually caused -- and merely offered a handkerchief as he explained,
"You returned early tonight. I was upstairs, fixing some food."
A measure of tension seemed to ease in the boy at his words. Master Jason wiped at his face and scrubbed his hand, then blew his nose. His eyes still seemed clouded by agitation as he studied Alfred's face, but he said nothing more than, "Oh, thank you. I'll go up."
"No need, sir," Alfred replied, picking up a discarded t-shirt and shaking it out a little before offering it to Jason. "I brought down a tray."
Jason quietly put on the garment and repeated, "Oh. Thank you."
Alfred was bothered by a sense of unease, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. Instead, he busied himself with making sure the boy was fed, properly dressed to be up in the manor, and then escorted Jason back upstairs. Jason seemed particularly grateful for the last, so Alfred remained in the hallway while Jason brushed his teeth in the bathroom and escorted the young master to his chosen bedroom. There, Jason surprised him yet again with a brief hug.
"You're all right, Alfred," the boy said, and Alfred was cheered by those words, which to him signified further admission past the many walls that Jason kept up to protect himself.
He fondly patted the boy's back. "Thank you, Jason. I like you, too."
Jason smiled up at Alfred -- the expression still didn't reach his eyes, Alfred was sad to note -- and stepped into the room. He shut the door softly behind him.
There was no noise from Master Bruce's room down the hall. And, Alfred decided, he would not go check up on Bruce -- he had more work to do this evening. The battle for cleanliness in the cave was a never-ending one, after all.
He went back down the stairs and put on protective gear before collecting the costumes to be laundered, and then scrubbed the floor where the clothing had lain. After that, he picked up the device that Master Bruce had built to scan for chemical traces and punched in a code to read for Poison Ivy's spores and pheromones. The Batmobile would need to be thoroughly cleaned to avoid a repeat of the night's distasteful end, of course.
Alfred snaps the special filters into place over the portable wet-dry vacuum, and double checks his protective air-filter mask before opening the passenger side door of the Batmobile. He scans the interior carefully with the device, in order to locate and target the areas with highest concentration first.
The vehicle has no trace of Poison Ivy's handiwork. None at all.
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