Another one in the series!Title:
The King's EarAuthor: herohunter Rating:
Bruce is King of Gotham and Sir Lex is his adviser, and much more.Notes:
I have to say, this one nearly kicked my ass. I tried 3 different heads for Lex and then let it go for 2 months. Later, I came back to it and finally got to something I'm happy with!
Also, the little bit of Bruce!thigh showing in this one drives me crazy, wheee! ;D
Like I said, fic has been started for this one, and I'm looking forward to working more on it after February! Yay!
Do check out my dear ctbn60
's rendition of the court as well; she's done such beautiful work!
Comments keep my muse inspired! *winks*"They say he has the King's ear."
"Oh, he has much more than that."
By me. Please do not edit or repost without permission. :)
PS: This manip is much bigger, but LJ's scrapbook isn't working for me, and Photobucket shrinks it. When I'm able, I'll post the larger version, k?
...and now, a bit of a treat (I hope)! Here's a little preview of The Prince's Court
, the fic I'm working on and that has inspired My Brex
and The Prince's Court
The Prince's Court (just a preview!!)Author: herohunter Rating:
Brex, but not yet. Chearacters here are Bruce, Oliver and Jason!Summary:
Boys will be boys, royal or not!Word Count:
This is for elikiros
, who really wants to read this fic! I hope you like the taste of it, hon! :)
The Prince's Court
"Come on, Jason, he has to be here somewhere
!" Oliver, son to the Earl of Jonas, rushed through the courtyard and nearly knocked a couple of barrels of lamp oil, such was his haste. His friend, Jason, whose father was the Earl of Teague, followed after, but much more calmly.
"We'll never find him. We never do," he commented, although Oliver, one year his senior, had already run off towards the castle kitchen. Jason shrugged and smiled. There were always treats in the kitchen that he could take without getting caught by the royal cook or his assistants.
Above the courtyard, standing quite comfortably on the stony ledge, the Prince of Gotham, Bruce, smirked down as his childhood friends disappeared through a doorway. All he needed to do was remain hidden until dinner time and he would win the bet with Oliver. He crawled up the tiled roof and sat next to the tallest tower, watching a large expanse of his father's kingdom spread out before him. Gotham's landscape was peculiar, with its emerald green fields, trees with colorful flowers in bloom, and yet dark and tall houses and buildings. The Wayne castle, in the capital and heart of the kingdom, had four towers and a light gray roof, which made it visible from far away, and contrasted beautifully with the black stone walls. King Thomas II's blue and black banners wavered proudly in the wind of Gotham's ever changing weather. Other impressive buildings in the royal capital were Arkham Abbey and Gordon Cathedral, gothic dark structures that landed an air of mystery to the peaceful land.
Bruce looked up and wrinkled his nose. It looked like it might rain. Well, that would mean a cold shower for him, since he had no intentions of losing this particular bet.
Where have you been? "Oliver asked grumpily once Bruce stepped into his private dining quarters. The main feast hall was reserved for banquets with foreign dignitaries and special holiday feasts. Bruce patted his friend on the shoulder and sat down to eat.
"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore, would it?"
"Pay up, Ollie," Jason said, grabbing a leg of turkey for himself and then offering the platter to Bruce.
"Oliver got up and went to a corner of the room, returning with a large wooden bow. "It's not fair. This is my best bow, it took me months to make it!"
"It was you who said you could find me anywhere in the castle."
"Anywhere in the kingdom
," corrected Jason, and tipped his pewter cup in Bruce's direction. He looked thoroughly amused.
Bruce bowed his head slightly at Jason before turning to Oliver again. "In the kingdom. Give it here." He studied the bow like he had not seen Oliver use it several times before. "This is fine work indeed, Ollie."
"It'll be wasted in your hands," Oliver grumbled out loud as he plopped back down in his chair. Despite the fact that Oliver already was the best archer in the kingdom at the age of 12, Bruce was still the prince, and not to be thus offended. The servants bringing in the food and refreshments tried to make themselves smaller and glanced between Bruce and his friend, as if worried over Oliver's fate. Bruce merely chuckled and reached out a hand to ruffle Oliver's blond hair.
"Still. A bet is a bet."
Oliver humphed quietly and sulked for a while, but soon was laughing and joking with his friends again. His sour mood never lasted too long.
To Be Continued...