Life Under Glass
Aug. 18th, 2006 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shankieSo I don't usually do this, posting anything from the clutter of random text files, but this one in particular I really like, and I'm not sure I'll ever do anything else with it. It's a little different.
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ilyena_sylph listened to me stress over one of the lines for a while.
Very tame, takes place soon after Wally moves into Wayne Manor in my Wally'Verse.
"Where's Bruce?"
"Oh, you know. Mister I Am The Night needs his brooding time." Wally makes little quote motions in the air with his fingers on the last two words, and sits down on the sofa with a sigh of resignation and fond irritation. "It's not like he's into this sort of thing, anyway."
"Oh yes, always very straight-laced, that one." Dick replies with a laugh. "I'd say something like, the old man needs his rest, but I'm sure he'd know."
"It's not like he has security cameras in the house..." Wally's voice trails off, and suddenly there's a look of genuine concern on his face. "Right? I mean, he doesn't, right?"
Dick laughs again and grabs the remote.
"No. Not in here, anyway." He crosses his legs with a casual bearing that never fails to set Wally at ease, in the midst of the most draining kinds of adjustment to life under glass.
And that's what it is. Or at least, what it feels like.
To be here is to always be in the shadow of something bigger than anyone can ever hope to be, than anyone can ever hope to penetrate and understand, always seen, every action... and sometimes, every thought as painfully open and scrutinized as any man can be to another.
Wally's life is an open book, despite the secrets. The secrets are left unsaid, left to being unknown more than hidden. Bruce sometimes whispers about the appeal of his honesty, which is almost laughable.
Bruce rips people's lives open with mordant alacrity and quiet precision of a scalpel through skin, and Wally wonders if everyone is just an autopsy waiting to happen in his eyes.
The television turns on with an electric hum and the brief sound of static in the speakers. There's a long moment where the time it takes for Dick to hit the next button, and for the DVD player to respond, lasts forever. He spends it with a rare longing for normalcy and curls his legs up under him, slouching against the side of the cushions.
ilyena_sylph listened to me stress over one of the lines for a while.Very tame, takes place soon after Wally moves into Wayne Manor in my Wally'Verse.
"Where's Bruce?"
"Oh, you know. Mister I Am The Night needs his brooding time." Wally makes little quote motions in the air with his fingers on the last two words, and sits down on the sofa with a sigh of resignation and fond irritation. "It's not like he's into this sort of thing, anyway."
"Oh yes, always very straight-laced, that one." Dick replies with a laugh. "I'd say something like, the old man needs his rest, but I'm sure he'd know."
"It's not like he has security cameras in the house..." Wally's voice trails off, and suddenly there's a look of genuine concern on his face. "Right? I mean, he doesn't, right?"
Dick laughs again and grabs the remote.
"No. Not in here, anyway." He crosses his legs with a casual bearing that never fails to set Wally at ease, in the midst of the most draining kinds of adjustment to life under glass.
And that's what it is. Or at least, what it feels like.
To be here is to always be in the shadow of something bigger than anyone can ever hope to be, than anyone can ever hope to penetrate and understand, always seen, every action... and sometimes, every thought as painfully open and scrutinized as any man can be to another.
Wally's life is an open book, despite the secrets. The secrets are left unsaid, left to being unknown more than hidden. Bruce sometimes whispers about the appeal of his honesty, which is almost laughable.
Bruce rips people's lives open with mordant alacrity and quiet precision of a scalpel through skin, and Wally wonders if everyone is just an autopsy waiting to happen in his eyes.
The television turns on with an electric hum and the brief sound of static in the speakers. There's a long moment where the time it takes for Dick to hit the next button, and for the DVD player to respond, lasts forever. He spends it with a rare longing for normalcy and curls his legs up under him, slouching against the side of the cushions.
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on 2006-08-18 01:18 pm (UTC)You know, that seems a perfectly reasonable thing for Wally to suddenly wonder, sadly. I liked the mood of this snippet, and Wally's feeling of insecurity, and just how massive the batmythos is.
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on 2006-08-18 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-18 02:45 pm (UTC)I think just being around Bruce's house, and really knowing who he is, would be enough to start sparking paranoia in anyone. XD
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on 2006-08-18 02:47 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-18 09:04 pm (UTC)