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Title: Fallen
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Bruce/J'onn
Summary: We are the fallen. And yet we stand.
Wordcount: 301
Spoilers: Final Crisis, I think, but not really.
I stand. On nothing. In nothing. In the sweet-song, bell-ring of silence, silibant and still. I stand. Statue, dark marble, a memory and a silence all my own. I am no more. But I am here.
The world moves beneath me, noiseless from where I stand, beyond my hearing. But I see. Cities. My city. Children. My children. Friends. My friends. Fighting. Crying. Mourning the fallen. Mourning me. And others. Many others.
And here they stand. Him first. Always him. My love. My friend. Silent beside me, but a warmer silence than any here, full of family, the fallen world that once was his.
J'onn.
He smiles, bell-deep, a laughing thing that makes no sound, but fills the world. I echo it, unbidden, helpless, a whisper in his wake, and he reaches out. Tangible, intangible. We stand in nothing, so it matters not. Touch-touching, song-singing, in the silence deep as laughing. We stand, arm in arm. We watch, together.
Bruce.
World moves on, pain and joy and war and love. They fight on, our friends, our children. Falling, standing, fighting, crying. Laughing, even still. Strong despite themselves. We watch. We must, for we can do no more. Not yet. Not now.
Soon. When we hear them once more. When they cry out, and it reaches through the silence to touch us once again. When the call is stronger than the silence can bear. Then. Then we will answer. Together. Arm in arm. And behind us, rank on rank, the others. The fallen, the needed, standing firm in silence. Waiting, for each their call, loved ones crying out. We wait. We know. We hope. No rest. Not yet. We wait.
The world moves. Pain singing, smothered in our silence. Not yet. Not yet. But soon. We are the fallen. And yet we stand. Together, for the call.
Soon ...