It was another sleepness night, another night for fighting crime. Having disposed of his uniform, Blake got used to this skin-tight suit for quite some time. The suit might be tight in an embarrassing way, yet it did help minimizing friction and stuff, all the theories Fox told him about.Skin tight, fighting crime at night. That was not his childhood dream, no matter how much he admired Batman. He dreamt of being in the police force, all proud and just, protecting Gotham with the laws. But then the system failed him, and he had to protect justice in his own way.
This path was lonely. Not that he complained, but he truly was lonely. He still went to the orphanage, but he would always be worried that one of the orphans would be used as his weakness, costing him everything he had ever cared about.
Tackling down the thugs onto the ground, Blake noticed there was someone sneaking in the shadows watching him. Frowning in an irritated way, he glared at the source of staring and waited for the man to show himself.
Bruce’s travels through the almost ghostly streets of Gotham had managed to lead him exactly where he desired to go.
“Blake.” He whispered to himself, admiring the boy’s tight costume a little too much. But God had a year and a bit of spandex done him well. With no stuffy police suit to hide his form, Bruce could admire the form of one Jonathon Blake without interruption.
The way his muscles moved, as he fought of the thugs he was currently disposing of, it was entrancing.
From his cover in the shadows, Bruce clapped slowly. He moved ever so slightly forward, so Blake would be able to still see nothing but the smug smirk he now wore on his features.
“Impressive.” He announced, masking his voice in one different to that of Bruce Wayne and of Batman. “And nice outfit, Robin.”
He laughed softly, looking at the red outfit. It was gaudy, but in a way that suited the boy, making him looking incredibly sexy… And he definitely needed to calm himself before revealing himself to Blake.
Stepping back into the cover of shadows, he disappeared from his spot in front of Blake and ran swiftly to a spot behind him, silent in his moves.
Because even if ‘Robin’ had been doing this for a year, he was still no match for someone trained by the League of Shadows.
Grasping both of the boy’s wrist, Bruce breathed into Blake’s ear in his own voice. “Hello, Jonathon..”
A voice changing skill. Blake was alerted, not knowing if the man in the shadow should be a friend or an enemy. Yet he was sure, the man was confident and skilled, and he took one step back as the man slowly approached him.
It turned out to be not such a wise move as Blake was caught by the wrist, then the creepy calling of his real name by his ear, and that familiar voice. Damn. He swore in his heart, already annoyed by the way Bruce decided to make at his come back, lowering himself then head cocking just to hit him hard on his chin - that chin which Bruce was always being flattered for.
Perhaps he was not as accomplished to win a fight with the former batman, but Blake sure would not stand there and do nothing. “Missed Gotham, Bruce?” Blake could not pin down the anxious feeling in his chest, perhaps he was confused, for his idol coming and going always, then coming back here in a rather overly intimate manner whispering to his ear.
You are such a fool, Bruce, Blake somehow was angry and he thought to himself, you could have finally left this place and be happy. Now you came back and Alfred would have to start worrying again.
“So you are now here to test me?” Blake could feel that he almost agreed on what Alfred told him, that if one cared about Bruce, one would not hope to see him back in Gotham again. Especially not with all the Bat talk again.
It had been a long time coming… Bruce Wayne’s return to Gotham. The second time he had miraculously returned from the grave.
Sighing to himself, he pulled his bag tighter from it’s position slung around his shoulder.
The city was quiet, as it was the day he had come back to fight Bane. Snow lay upon the ground, chilling the air with a sense of numbing.
Why had he come back..? He knew Alfred would be so very disappointed. But Bruce just felt he belonged in Gotham, that there was something here that, since Rachel’s death, he had not felt. A presence, which for a time he had foolishly thought was Selina, pulling him back here even after he had been away for a year..
And it was within that very year, when he had pulled himself from the wreckage of the atom bomb’s explosion and set upon another journey of revelation, that he realised a truth within himself.
His thoughts, his feelings.. There was only one presence who occupied them. Jonathon Blake, the small town orphan cop who had idolised Batman even when he was named a villain.
The boy, now a man, who had never given up on him.. The boy he had entrusted his everything to.
And now he was back, Bruce would do anything in his power to win his heart’s most wanted prize.
It was another sleepness night, another night for fighting crime. Having disposed of his uniform, Blake got used to this skin-tight suit for quite some time. The suit might be tight in an embarrassing way, yet it did help minimizing friction and stuff, all the theories Fox told him about.
Skin tight, fighting crime at night. That was not his childhood dream, no matter how much he admired Batman. He dreamt of being in the police force, all proud and just, protecting Gotham with the laws. But then the system failed him, and he had to protect justice in his own way.
This path was lonely. Not that he complained, but he truly was lonely. He still went to the orphanage, but he would always be worried that one of the orphans would be used as his weakness, costing him everything he had ever cared about.
Tackling down the thugs onto the ground, Blake noticed there was someone sneaking in the shadows watching him. Frowning in an irritated way, he glared at the source of staring and waited for the man to show himself.
(Source: sillsif)
Post TDKR, Bruce/Blake RP.
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Bruce Wayne was always an awkward existence. He had a big company, then he lost it; he had the money, then he lost it; he had a life, then he lost it. Blake did not know what to feel as he saw him on the Bat, carrying the atom bomb with him, and then the explosion in the open sea.
He did not know who he was to feel anything. At the funeral, he watched as Alfred broke down in tears, for not even being able to bury his dear boy at last. He watched as Fox went mute, hands in his pockets, staring into distance. He was staring at the gravestone, Bruce Wayne, his hero’s name written there. He did not know what to feel, as he found himself having some difficulties in distinguishing between the symbol and the man himself.
Blake was given the Bat Cave and all the equipment inside, knowing that it meant Bruce passing on the symbol to him, wanting him to be the knight for Gotham when Bruce could not be there.
Blake somehow understood why he had to leave, especially after taking responsibility in protecting Gotham, a city becoming his city, the pressure was immeasurable. If it wasn’t Alfred and Fox being there for him, Blake was certain that he would have broken long since.
That way he really did understand why Bruce had to leave, yet in his bones, he still had that undefined feeling. He supposed he had not the time to figure what his heart was busying about when his city needed protection, so he brushed it away.
He always wanted to tell Bruce that he understood. But what he didn’t understand was why he came back.
