Bruce/Dick/Damian drabble

warnings: allusions to incest, mentions of blood and drowning

Wrote this about a month ago and forgot about it. Thought I'd share this on here! It's more sensory/visual/experimental than anything, no semblance of plot at all, mostly just...implications?

His father is panting, a gash torn in the side of his suit and his boots slipping on the mix of grime and blood under his feet. He lands another hit with a meaty thunk and then looks up. The eyes of the cowl are neutral and cool, but his mouth comes alive as he grumbles, “Good show?”

From his perch high above, Damian smiles. Then he leaps--

--down from the trapeze, body light and controlled, small face full of laughter. The camera has picked up a tinny echo of the roar of noise under the big top, but the biggest impression is a wash of gaudy color.

“His parents never wanted recordings,” he reminds his father--

--who is holding adoption papers out to Dick, his hands trembling. His father?

“I’m not your son,” Dick says and he didn’t mean it like that but he still watches in silence as the uncharacteristically tentative light goes out from his eyes

--that are all Talia and not Bruce at all, thick dark lashes and unreal green, dizzyingly close.

His mouth is chapped. Dick tastes its curves like a man eating his last meal and sinks deeper

--underwater, the weight of his cape dragging him down even as his powerful arms fight against the current. Losing battle.

Then one green-gloved hand and one blue-striped close on his forearms and drag him up.

He lies on his back, panting up at the sky, and his boys’ hands rest interlaced on his chest.

They breathe together.