vaporised
gabi
It was comical — the way Bruce never even saw his fist coming. His biggest teaching throughout the time he knew Dick was to never trust anyone and to never look away long enough to leave your back open for an attack. (There are more backstabbers out there than are all allies; Dick vaguely remembers the conversation inside the Batcave years ago. Not that it mattered anymore.) The moment Bruce turned his back, Dick had driven his fist directly through his heart; good riddance, Father. It was a rarity for Dick to contribute to the chaos presenting itself throughout the world, but he had to admit, it felt pretty damn good to indulge after such a long time. After the fight with the rest of his family and once the bloodshed had been finished, he took his final sip of sweet blood alongside Diana before they retreated into the darkness of the night, looking for their way to end this war once and for all. The war was in their favor; genocide wasn't an option. If they failed and the humans were able to eradicate the vampires, everything they've done will be for nothing. And the Lord himself cannot allow that to happen; he won't allow it to happen.
There's no doubt about getting Barbara on their side. He knows her; he can read her like the back of his hand. He loves her and she loves him, and if she loves him as much as he believes she does, then she'll make the decision herself upon their encounter. She'll allow him to bite her, allow herself to become the queen sitting on the throne right beside his, and they will take over this world. The two of them. Once a daydream and fantasy, it's growing so close, Dick can almost taste her blood inside his mouth already.
But what if things don't go his way? What if she doesn't let him sink his teeth into her throat willingly, and he was to use other methods. What if he has to kill her? It's a thought he doesn't want to think about— one he's desperately trying to push into the back of his mind because it will not happen. He's convinced it won't come down to that, but what if it does? If it comes to that, he finalizes the answer in his head: he's meant to save his people, the vampires. He'll do anything to complete that mission, no matter the cost— even if it means sacrificing her.
He's perched upon a ledge of their spot— the tallest building in Gotham that they've spent countless nights stargazing upon, discussing their future plans together about what's next. And when he sees her, he feels something boiling inside his stomach. Guilt? Maybe, but he won't admit it— he has a plan. It has to go accordingly and it will; he's convinced himself there's no other way things will go down. She'll willingly choose to change, she has to.
"I know what you're going to say." He breaks the silence, his eyes remaining still, gazing along the horizon of the stygian Gotham scenery. They've always discussed how beautiful from above it looks; too bad it's so ugly below. They can change that, though— the power is in the palm of their hands, they just have to use it right. "About Bruce, about the others— they were weak, you know? They didn't see the vision; they didn't get it."
Dick finally rises, the blood from early dripping along the ledge and down below to Gotham— his gift to the city he loves so much, the blood of Bruce Wayne and his lovely children. He turns his head in Barbara's direction, his blood-smeared lips finally coming into view. "I know you'll get it."
There's no doubt about getting Barbara on their side. He knows her; he can read her like the back of his hand. He loves her and she loves him, and if she loves him as much as he believes she does, then she'll make the decision herself upon their encounter. She'll allow him to bite her, allow herself to become the queen sitting on the throne right beside his, and they will take over this world. The two of them. Once a daydream and fantasy, it's growing so close, Dick can almost taste her blood inside his mouth already.
But what if things don't go his way? What if she doesn't let him sink his teeth into her throat willingly, and he was to use other methods. What if he has to kill her? It's a thought he doesn't want to think about— one he's desperately trying to push into the back of his mind because it will not happen. He's convinced it won't come down to that, but what if it does? If it comes to that, he finalizes the answer in his head: he's meant to save his people, the vampires. He'll do anything to complete that mission, no matter the cost— even if it means sacrificing her.
He's perched upon a ledge of their spot— the tallest building in Gotham that they've spent countless nights stargazing upon, discussing their future plans together about what's next. And when he sees her, he feels something boiling inside his stomach. Guilt? Maybe, but he won't admit it— he has a plan. It has to go accordingly and it will; he's convinced himself there's no other way things will go down. She'll willingly choose to change, she has to.
"I know what you're going to say." He breaks the silence, his eyes remaining still, gazing along the horizon of the stygian Gotham scenery. They've always discussed how beautiful from above it looks; too bad it's so ugly below. They can change that, though— the power is in the palm of their hands, they just have to use it right. "About Bruce, about the others— they were weak, you know? They didn't see the vision; they didn't get it."
Dick finally rises, the blood from early dripping along the ledge and down below to Gotham— his gift to the city he loves so much, the blood of Bruce Wayne and his lovely children. He turns his head in Barbara's direction, his blood-smeared lips finally coming into view. "I know you'll get it."