title: Proof of Faith
fandom: DC Comics
characters/pairings: Bruce/Dick, ofc
rating: Mature
warnings: public sex
summary: Is Batman real?
notes: this is for my beloved minion, Sue. *snugs* it was supposed to be a Mother's Day ficlet prezzie. it was also supposed to be a sequel to... that other fic i wrote for her. Mother's Day is long gone now, and the other fic doesn't figure into this at all. c'est la vie. however, it is still for my beloved minion Sue, because she works 80 hrs for 30 hr pay, and battles the demons of Real Life to raise up her kids right. she rocks. *snuggles her mightily*

Sue believed in Batman.

Her friends laughed at her, and rolled their eyes, but she knew. It didn't matter to her that they didn't believe. It only mattered that she was right.

Sue had lived in Gotham all her life. Her father ran out on her mother and her when she was five. He was found dead in an alley five months later. She was nine when her grandmother had a heart attack when the convenience store she was buying milk in got held up by an armed robber. Her grandmother was never the same afterward. She watched her mother get killed by a man in a joker's mask during a bank heist when she was twelve.

She grew up with a healthy sense of fear, all the time.

Sometimes, she thought about leaving Gotham, but there was something about being a Gothamite that made a person different than just being an American. Sue was not adventurous enough to try it.

So, she stayed in Gotham, and never walked down alleys, she avoided being out alone in train stations, and she never went out after dark. Ever.

Of course, that was easy, because she hardly went out at all, eventually. She got a job at a security firm, and soon was able to work from her home, processing data. She even wired up her apartment with the best equipment from her company. She lived online, a nervous eye kept on the closed circuit tv that monitored the outside world for her.

That's when she saw him. At first, it was just a shadow that she was almost able to dismiss. But then another figure joined him. The Batman wore a cape that billowed like wings stirring around a restless bird. They were on the roof of the building across the alley from her. She had to zoom the camera in a little to get a better view. The two figures started to move at each other, and Sue thought that they were going to fight.

Even still, she wasn't sure that it was Batman. It could just be a weirdo on a roof. And lots of people wore masks these days. She was almost ready to call the police, except she hadn't quite decided what to say to them.

That's when the other one leaped off the roof and onto her fire escape.

She heard the groan of metal outside her window. From the outside, her apartment probably looked pretty empty. She'd painted the glass so it was smoky black, and she never turned on any lights unless absolutely necessary. She could see the man's face now, his smooth cheeks, full lips, and the glossy black hair that seemed both coiffed and wild at the same time. He had broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He wore a mask, and black clothes that looked like second skin.

The Batman was fast on his trail, lifting his arms up as he swooped down so that his cape flared out around him. Sue's heart stopped at the sight. She wondered who the young man in the mask was, and why he was fighting Batman. She wondered if she should call the police now. She wondered why Batman never swooped down like that when she needed him.

As soon as the Batman's polished boots hit the metal of the fire escape, he had the young man in his arms, but it wasn't how Sue had expected. They were kissing, passionately, while Batman's thick-gloved hands drove through the young man's hair. Batman lifted the young man in his arms, and pressed him up against the wall next to the window.

Sue had the perfect angle.

She watched as Batman stripped the young man from the waist down, and he pushed the young man's shirt up under his armpits. Sue was not naive. She was a net-savvy modern woman. But she was a sheltered person by choice, and there was a great deal of difference between reading about something and seeing it happen on her fire escape. She thought that perhaps she ought to look away. After all, it *was* Batman.

Somehow, though, Sue was sure that she didn't have a choice.

She watched as the young man threw back his head, his mouth open in a silent scream, as Batman shoved his fingers up the young man's ass. She watched as the young man adroitly mounted Batman, his legs appearing to be made of rubber nearly. She watched Batman's hands as he clung to his young lover, and the way he bit his lip, cutting it. The young man bent over to lick away the blood, sucking at Batman's lips like a vampire.

Sue was breathing rather hard, and she felt a tad bit disoriented. It was not an unpleasant feeling.

The young man lifted his head over Batman's shoulders, and then reached around Batman to grab at something. He flung something down into the alley. Sue had to shake her hands to keep them steady as she repositioned the camera lens. Down in the alley, a girl, not more than sixteen, was pulling up her pants as she disentangled from the greasy unconscious man. Sue switched back to camera A. Batman was already leaping down, and the young man was taking a moment to clean up. The young man watched Batman down below, then waved a jaunty goodbye before leaping off, flinging himself up into the air like a kite. Sue couldn't see jumplines or whatever, but she was fairly certain he was human, so she assumed that they were just hard to see.

Superheroes, Sue decided, led very exciting lives.

The next morning, Sue realized she was out of orange juice. Her first inclination was to push her online grocery order up a few days, and add extra orange juice. But the sun was shining. And it was supposed to be nice out.

And there were superheroes out there, and they weren't avenging angels, or myths, or police conspiracies. They were just people, with great bodies and raging hormones, and they were doing their best.

Little by little, Sue emerged into the world. She would never just smile and nod when people spouted their theories about Batman. She always maintained that he was real, no matter what reaction that got her. She didn't care. She had the video to prove it, although she would never share that footage with anyone.

She liked to watch it at night, whenever she was feeling alone.








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