|title: Sea & Sky: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening|
fandom: DC Comics
summary: Garth takes a moment to stop.
notes: another response to my own Christmas Song fic challenge... and yes, this is a Christmas song, sorta. it's a very somber song, but hey. still good. ^_^ and... it's also seasonal, so for those of you who are not Christmas folk... anyway, this is for rithy, because she just can't get enough of that sweet d/g stuff. ^_~
Sea & Sky is the brainchild of the amazing and wonderful 'rith and Dannell Lites. it's a phenomenal tour de force, and my offerings don't really do it justice, so. go check it out!!
It would have been criminal to leave them tied up until whenever the BPD decided to show up, so Nightwing didn't have many options. Letting them go rankled, but the blow was blunted somewhat by their age. And with any luck, he had managed to put the fear of strange things that lurk in the shadows in their young hearts, and they would follow something that vaguely resembled the straight and narrow from now on.
He didn't much like the idea of locking up fourteen year olds anyway, even if they did have a van full of stolen game consoles.
It did take a while to sort it all out, though; after all, there was stolen property to be dealt with. After taking the van some distance from the scene, Nightwing was able to determine, with a small assist from Oracle, that the merchandise was from a warehouse in Miami. How a group of six teenagers got a hold of a van full of game consoles from Miami, he didn't even want to guess.
Still, it made the disposition of the stolen merchandise a lot simpler. Dick felt a little like the elves disguised as birds that helped the cobbler, waiting in the shadows as the people from the children's home found the boxes of games, apparently donated by an anonymous friend.
It was a pretty good night's work.
The van he would take back to his garage, and use for parts. It wasn't in such hot condition, so there wasn't that much else to do with it, but it was always useful to have a bit of a scrap yard available.
He was just about to go and get the van, when he... sensed something. Carefully, he scanned the area, keeping still so that he could hear everything, just as Batman had taught him. He couldn't pinpoint it, but there was something...
There. It was probably nothing, but... Half the buildings in the area were deserted, and most of the others were industrial, so anything out of the ordinary at this time needed to be looked into.
He just had to get higher. He could use a line, or the fire escape, but where was the fun in that? He flipped himself over, bouncing off the wall and gaining some height. It only took a couple of jumps before he was really gaining momentum, and was bouncing between the walls like some demented superball. Once he landed on the roof, he went low, and looked for a decent lookout point. A quick flip across the alley on the other side of the building, up the antenna tower, and a line thrown across the street, and he found the source of his anxiety.
Standing in a t-shirt, barefoot, well away from the edge of the building, Garth's neck was craned back and his eyes were open, and he seemed to be just watching.
Dick moved silently, half out of habit, half out of a desire to catch his lover by surprise, and half out of awe. Garth had a funny habit of bringing more out of him than he knew he had.
He stood directly behind him, watching the snow fall on his lover's hair, wondering how long it would take him to figure out on his own what Garth was doing. There seemed to be times when Garth could read his mind, when Garth could tell him what he was thinking or feeling before he could find the words himself. It was baffling, and wonderful, and very, very frustrating.
It was also damn cold, and thermal lining or not, Dick was not looking for ways to extend the evening's adventures.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Penny?" Garth responded as if he wasn't the least bit surprised, which could very well have been the truth, given his extraordinary hearing, but since he wavered a bit?
Dick smirked. "It's not much, I'll grant you..."
"I think I'll hold out for a dollar. Or for offers of sexual favors. Whichever."
"Mm, I don't have a dollar on me..."
"Excellent. It's all starting to come together..."
Dick chuckled softly as he put his arms around Garth's waist, pulling him back two feet into the shadows a bit more as he did. Despite the fact that Garth was only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of Dick's jeans, he was still warm, warm enough for Dick to feel through the layers of thermally insulated kevlar. It was... peaceful, holding Garth.
"So, how did you know I was up here, anyway?" Garth frowned just a little. "I was so sure I was being discreet."
Dick looked around. They were on top of the highest building in a six-block radius, hidden near a chimney. The snow had been falling heavily for the last forty minutes, and there were few lights visible through the curtain of wet, frozen flakes. The silence that surrounded them was almost as thick as the snow. It was about as discreet as one could get without being indoors. "It was a shadow. I couldn't put my finger on it... but one of the shadows wasn't right."
Smiling ruefully, Garth sighed. "Well, I suppose I don't really want to get by your notice anyway..."
Dick smirked. Now that he had Garth in his sights, he wasn't about to let him get away. Of course, there were far more pleasant places to have Garth in his sights... Which begged the question, "What in the name of all that is pure and innocent are you doing out on a night like this?"
Garth smiled so that Dick could feel it in the way his hands touched Dick's forearms. "I was on my way back from the shore, and I thought I would just stop for a moment... and watch the rooftops fill up with snow."
Dick's brow furrowed, and he chewed on several thoughts before finally coming out with, "What?"
"It's beautiful, isn't it? No moon, no stars, just the snow..."
Dick dug his chin into his lover's shoulder, and puzzled over his actions.
It wasn't that he was so hardened that he couldn't appreciate beauty. Far from it. For instance, just this morning, he appreciated the beauty of his lover so much, he was fifteen minutes late to work. But...
"So, it's not exactly a wood or frozen lake. Still..." Garth turned a little, catching Dick's blue eyes with his. "There are some attractions."
Dick's lips twisted into a grin after several failed attempts. "C'mon. I was about to head home. It's been a long night."
"Oh, no, I've got promises to keep... and miles to go before we sleep..."
Garth's eyes twinkled merrily. "Miles to go... That should be a good start."
Dick shook his head, and jumped off the building.
His night was only beginning.