Six Sentence Sunday: Signs and Portents: Entwined Fates

Signs and Portents: Entwined Fates

BookWorm's Library | Ao3

Selina pinched the bridge of her nose. There was no way she heard him right. "An implanted tracking device, is that what you said?"

"Yes. Can't be removed, the frequency is so narrow passive scanners miss it, not that you'll have to worry." Bruce's voice was light, like they were discussing paint colors for their new house back in Florence instead of how she couldn't sneak a tracking device past the terrorists that almost blew up Gotham.

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Summary: The inhabitants of a mysterious island capture Bruce and Selina won't let that stand, but can they beat a demigod?

This is the third story in the Signs and Portents series, but written fourth. My plan for the series finally condensed around Bruce and Selina gathering the Justice League. Man of Steel had been announced and I wanted to see how they developed Superman, so I introduced Wonder Woman to the Nolanverse. I hope you enjoy this take on it.

Six Sentence Sunday: Signs and Portents: Partners

Signs and Portents: Partners

BookWorm's Library | Ao3

The bastard. Selina's fingers manipulated the lock picks automatically and left her mind free to run on the same track it had been running on for the past few days. The man she had mocked as a parasite, the man who gave Gotham everything he had, the man she had betrayed, the man who forgave her and trusted her to follow his path, the man she saved, the man who got past her claws and walls, the man she kissed without any ulterior motive, the man who died so a city might live.

Calling him the bastard was the trick to keeping her tears at bay.

The massive doors swung open silently. She didn't bother keeping her footsteps quiet on the marble floors.

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Summary: Selina went after the Wayne pearls for a second time, and found something else entirely.

I started this story almost the second after I left the movie theater with the Dark Knight Rises still coursing through my head. I also exited firmly in the camp that the last scene was real and not a mental breakdown for poor Alfred. I outlined my reasons in a review blog post I wrote over supper, and then had the niggle thought: Selina helped him set the stuff up in Gotham. So it became the second story in the Signs and Portents series. I hope you enjoy this take on the Nolanverse.

Six Sentence Sunday: Signs and Portents: Symbol of Intuition

Signs and Portents: Symbol of Intuition

BookWorm's Library | Ao3

Bruce lay back on the prison cot with the drug addict doctor's words echoing in his mind. He had to fear death again. What did that even mean?

He heard the heels on the stone floor before he saw Selina step out of the shadows. She was wearing her burglary costume, but her pale face was bare and the cat ears on the headband from Miranda's party perched on her head. She looked up at the broken TV and then continued to sashay to his cot. "Your temper hasn't busted you out of here yet."

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Summary: Bruce is still in the Pit, and cats in dreams represent mystery and intuition.

Signs and Portents was the first AU series that churned into my brain after seeing the Dark Knight Rises. I actually started taking notes for it while eating supper after the movie. This was the second story I wrote in the series, even though it takes place in the middle of the movie and comes first chronologically. Overall, I liked the reimagining the Lazarus Pit into a pit that housed plague victims then turned into a prison. What drove me crazy was how long it took Bruce to realize that the rope wouldn't let anyone jump to that ledge. Okay, he was still injured when the first guy failed. But after his first jump? Come on, this is a guy who was hang-gliding between buildings in Hong Kong and Gotham City! He suddenly forgot how to calculate distances during his retirement? The second jump I expected him to untie the rope and leap. And he didn't. *headdesk* So I had to tweak it. I hope you enjoy this take on the Nolanverse.

Six Sentence Sunday: Nonestic Tales: Wide Open Spaces

Nonestic Tales: Wide Open Spaces

BookWorm's Library | Ao3

DG parked the bike off the flattened trail through the grass and lifted her goggles. The golden grass swayed in the morning breezes as the suns reached over the Great Kells. Not another soul in sight and she sighed in contentment. She spread the blanket over the grass with Arthur's toys before lifting her nine-month-old son out of the sidecar. Arthur babbled and tugged the goggles on her forehead. She handed them over after she set him down. "Mommy's toys are more fun than yours."

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Summary: The prairie is so big and the baby so little.

Pirates of the Nonestic (BookWorm's Library | Ao3) was supposed to be a stand-alone novel. But then I got the crossover idea that became Tin Man/Alice: Making Whole (BookWorm's Library | Ao3). Next came the Scavenger Hunt theme of tm_challenge Round 9A, and I got inspired for this story. I was also inspired by an adventure in the Little House on the Prairie book By the Shores of Silver Lake. I have no idea if it ever made it to the television show. I hope you enjoy this story and the rest of the series.