Brimstone and Fire [SPN/TDK]
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Castiel/Bruce Wayne.
Drabble.
I am not in anything resembling a right mind. Yeah, well.
Brimstone and Fire
If he were to ask Alfred, the answer would probably imply that it’s a steep slide from dressing up as a bat to seeing angels. Bruce is not entirely sure: he recalls no childhood trauma that could account for the sudden appearances of a (sometimes) winged man in a trench coat. He wasn’t even all that much into noir.
The angel speaks about glory and God – and doubts, and Bruce can’t focus over the vivid (and inappropriate) Constantine flashbacks. “You have been chosen to be God’s instrument,” the messenger says. “For Gotham not to burn in a rain of fire, like Sodom and Gomorrah. My duty here is to find men who are just, and who merit this place’s survival.”
“What about women, huh?” Bruce asks, jokingly, and Castiel sighs. Angels aren’t big on equal opportunity and PC, though Bruce is pretty sure that’s just because they aren’t too great at telling genders apart in the first place.
“I wish you would treat this with the seriousness it deserves,” angel says. He looks rumpled and tired; other battles, fought elsewhere, all in humanity’s defense. Bruce can commiserate.
He pats the angel on the back, where the wings would be. His hand ends up burned. He doesn’t mind.
girlupnorthCastiel/Bruce Wayne.
Drabble.
I am not in anything resembling a right mind. Yeah, well.
Brimstone and Fire
If he were to ask Alfred, the answer would probably imply that it’s a steep slide from dressing up as a bat to seeing angels. Bruce is not entirely sure: he recalls no childhood trauma that could account for the sudden appearances of a (sometimes) winged man in a trench coat. He wasn’t even all that much into noir.
The angel speaks about glory and God – and doubts, and Bruce can’t focus over the vivid (and inappropriate) Constantine flashbacks. “You have been chosen to be God’s instrument,” the messenger says. “For Gotham not to burn in a rain of fire, like Sodom and Gomorrah. My duty here is to find men who are just, and who merit this place’s survival.”
“What about women, huh?” Bruce asks, jokingly, and Castiel sighs. Angels aren’t big on equal opportunity and PC, though Bruce is pretty sure that’s just because they aren’t too great at telling genders apart in the first place.
“I wish you would treat this with the seriousness it deserves,” angel says. He looks rumpled and tired; other battles, fought elsewhere, all in humanity’s defense. Bruce can commiserate.
He pats the angel on the back, where the wings would be. His hand ends up burned. He doesn’t mind.