Jason recognized that his name was called but blatantly ignored it, involved in repairing his motorcycle.
He gripped the wrench in his hand stronger and jerked a bolt extra tight to let out his annoyance, mumbling, "Tim..."
"JAYJAY?! YOUR ASSISTANCE IS BEING REQUESTED!"
He looked up from his spot kneeling in front of one of the tires. He huffed as he threw his wrench aside into a toolbox and wiped the grease off with a handkerchief, "What do you want, baby bird?"
"DAMIAN'S SMOTHERING COLIN WITH HIS PELICAN!"
He wiped the back of his still oily hand on his forehead, "Again?"
"HURRY PLEA--- AAAGH DAMIAN, MY LEG IS NOT FOR TEETHING!"
Rubbing his temple with his fingers, he walked at his leisurely own pace down the hall, despite Tim's desperate cries echoing down the halls. He finally located where the shouting was coming from and creaked the door open with one hand to peek in.
All three of the young boys were engaged in a frenzied dog pile. Tim was on the bottom, looki
Good Ol' DaysJason/TimGood Ol' Days4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jason sat there at his older brother, Dick's, computer, watching a video of when he and
Tim were younger. He tried hard not grin at their childish antics.
Younger Jason had been holding a huge brief case that at that time belonged to Bruce Wayne - before he was put into an old farts home that is and chatting with the smaller boy as if they were a married couple. Jason was about six years old while Timmy was about three.
Not that he would ever admit it to anyone especially Dick , he kinda missed those days. Timmy would hug him, kiss his cheek, and pretend to get a divorce then make up later that day. They both had little rings they would put on every morning when they woke up in the same bed and Tim greeted with either Jayjay or Jaybird. Now that Tim and Jason were older, they didn't see one another that much anymore after Stephanie had died it had been pretty hard for Timmy-; they kinda just hung around with the rest of t
While You Were Sleeping 1The first time Robin fell asleep against Wally, the speedster knew Robin trusted him, even if he couldn't know his name. If he didn't, Wally doubted that Robin would have stayed once he started to get tired, let alone stay beside him on a couch watching a boring movie.While You Were Sleeping 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wally had to admit that it had been tempting to steal the sunglasses and wake Robin up for a chance to see his eyes. He had even reached for them and took hold of the temples but released them, leaving the sunglasses on the younger boy's face instead before getting a blanket to cover him up with.
In the morning Robin acted like nothing had happened, like his accidentally spending the night was perfectly normal; just an ordinary friend with no secrets spending the night. That's how Wally knew he had made the right decision.
The act of Robin falling asleep on his couch soon took a pattern and Wally could determine the causing factors from the conversations before hand. When indicators presented themselves, Wally knew to ha
Linchpin: Chapter NineLinchpin: Chapter Nine4 years ago in Drama More Like This
CHAPTER NINE: Unknown
Despite the ability to alter its form, there was not room enough inside the Martian Bio-Ship for a proper med bay. The seat that Roy was helped into had, with a thought from the ship's pilot, been reclined and the young man was thankful to be able to stretch out and to get off his burning muscles. He closed his eyes, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to relieve some of the pressure building in his head.
He felt Green Arrow's hand on his shoulder squeeze lightly. "Were you hurt?"
Without bothering to open his eyes, Red Arrow shook his head. "Didn't even put up a fight," he huffed his frustration. "Sportsmaster had a knife to Rob's throat. I couldn't-" The hand tightened when his voice cracked. He swallowed to moisten his suddenly dry throat. "I'm just sore, cramped, from being tied up like that."
"There's a med kit in my office that'll have some ointment and muscle relaxants," Oliver told him quietly.
"I can go get it," Artemi
The Text chapter 1The Text chapter 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
Robin was finally getting some much needed rest when his communicator started beeping.
It had been Three o'clock at night when Robin and his teammates returned to Mount Justice. After such a long and exhausting mission, all Robin wanted to do was sleep. He knew he had school the next day and that Batman wasn't going to be happy that he had stayed at Mount Justice instead of returning to the manor, but Robin didn't care. At that moment, all he wanted to do was drift off to dreamland, where there were no worries; no school,villains,planetary crisis's, just blissful peace... unless, of course, he manifested a nightmare.
Which is why when Robin's communicator started beeping irritatingly he felt like grabbing the nearest object and smashing it silencing the repetitive beeping.
Groaning Robin sat up and looked at the clock,three fifteen he had been asleep fifteen lousy minutes, he pushed off his covers still fully clothed in his Robin uniform minus his boots, cape and mask.
The BestThe smalles and youngest member of the Batfamily, little Damian Wayne, crawls down a hallway of Wayne manor on his hands and knees, making his way to his favorite brother's bedroom. The door is already cracked open slightly so he pushes it farther gently with his tiny, tiny hand. Once there is enough space to continue he goes through, not stopping until he reaches the space of carpet next to the massive bed. He looks up and sees his big brother Dick tucked under the sheets, lips parted as he tries to draw breath, face flushed with fever. His normally bright, electric blue eyes are now hazy and barely open, sweat pouring down his brow. The baby's eyes slant with concern, heart aching at the sight.The Best4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Big Brudah" manages to turn his head against the pillow to look down at Damian, forcing a smile onto his dry lips to comfort the child.
"Hey, little D..." he says. "Sorry, I can't play with you today...I'm not feeling very well.: He coughs violently, covering his mouth with his
No Words NeededIt was Friday afternoon and the cave was eerily quiet.No Words Needed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Practically no one was around. Conner, Megan, and Kaldur were off on a special off world mission, meaning the cave was currently empty.
All except for a certain speedster.
In one of the many restrooms present in the cave, Wally West was standing in front of a mirror staring at his own reflection.
Sad green eyes stared back at him as his gaze shifted to the large purple bruise that was currently forming on his right cheek. He gently ran his fingers over the purple spot and winced when he felt a familiar sense of pain flow through his body.
He looked up at his reflection once more as his grip on the sink tightened. His eyes began to water as he thought about the reason behind the bruise.
His dad had hit him.
Yeah, he had been pushed around before but never had his dad physically hit him.
It hurt to think about it.
Wally was too busy with his thoughts to notice that somebody else had entered the room. By the time he realized he was no
Little DevilDick Grayson was probably going to get killed for this later but at that moment he didn't really care. Bruce had given him and his boyfriend Wally some more freedom but that probably didn't include sleeping in the same bed, him with only a too-big shirt and his partner wearing only pants. The Boy Wonder had been allowed to have a sleepover at Wally's place with Barry supervising and being the boys they were, a food fight broke out a mere two hours after he'd gotten there. This wouldn't have been a problem if Dick's spare clothes hadn't been caught in the crossfire. They were currently in the washer and Barry had been the one to suggest borrowing some of Wally's clothes. When it was time for bed (translation: Wally got sleepy), Dick had merely slipped off the too-big shorts and settled for the giant black T-shirt that read "Little Devil" in bright yellow letters as his nightwear. He'd hesitated about climbing into bed with the ginger but being the encouraging person he was, Uncle BarryLittle Devil4 years ago in Romance More Like This
One Year AnniversaryConner bit back another yell of rage as he read the screen on his cell phone once more. It had to have been his tenth time reading it, and each time he did, the text he recieved made him angrier and angrier by the second. Trudging down the hallway to his locker, Conner glared at anyone that bothered to spare him even a glance before snapping the phone closed.One Year Anniversary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the sight of Conner, students instantly backed away out of fear. Rumor has it Conner's bad temper was legendary throughout the school. After nearly knocking a student through the wall for calling him a 'farm boy', punching a whole in the vending machine for stealing his money, and so much more, everyone decided to stay far away from the bulky teenager.
Everyone, except, Richard Grayson.
"Having a bad day?" Richard said from the locker beside him.
Conner didnt say anything and continued to stuff his homework and books into his bookbag. There wasn't much he really needed to say. Dick, as he liked to be called, was quick to learn
Damian's school week Tuesday"Master Damian, if you keep moving I can never get this necktie right." Alfred scolded Damian calmly.Damian's school week Tuesday3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alfie, can you help me next?" Dick sounded a little helpless.
"Do I have to tie your shoelaces too, master Dick?" Alfred said stoically.
"Very funny, Alfie. Will you please help me now?"
"Sometimes I wonder where you would all be right now, if I was not here to help you." Alfred said turning to Dick to help him.
"Uhm, I don't want to know I think." Was all that Dick said.
Then he turned to Damian, "Why don't you try to make some friends today instead of making them cry, little D."
He didn't look forward to another talk with Damian's principal.
Damian just grumbled.
"Class, today we're going on a fieldtrip." Mr. Williams said.
The other kids looked at the teacher expectantly, so Damian followed their example.
"We'll be going to a museum that is out in the open and just outside of Gotham. There is a park wi
Hold You Wesley lazily ruffled the hair on the back of his head with his hand as he tapped on the door. R.J. had gone out on a solo mission and he had attempted to keep himself preoccupied to no avail. It wouldn't hurt to check if he was back, he figured, so he sped on over. He blew a raspberry and picked at the ground with the toe of his sneaker vacantly as the pounding of feet running to the door got closer then the lock clicked open.Hold You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello-- Oh! Wesley!" Raina grinned wide at seeing Wesley standing at the door and he flicked his head in acknowledgement and grinned back. "Hey. Is R.J. back?" He said politely, but couldn't resist the urge to look past her shoulder to check for himself. "Oh." Her expression fell instantly and she put her hands on her hips, "He's in his room. He might not want to see you though---" He didn't waste a second as he zipped past her, leaving a blur and a blast of air in his wake.
"R.J.!" His knocking echoed like thunde
Never Too Fast for MeWally West was curled up on his bed with his little Robin tucked into his arms. Both boys were far into the world of sleep, absorbed into their dreams. However, Wally's was more of a nightmare. He was being chased by a number of terrible creatures: giant taco heads, meat monsters, and tuna salad. Mirroring his actions in the dream, Wally's real body squirmed as he tried to get away. Deciding he was getting absolutely nowhere, he revved up his speed dramatically. He went faster than he'd thought he'd ever gone before, turning into nothing more than a blur. In a few seconds he stopped, looking over his shoulder to make sure the monsters were no longer on his trail.Never Too Fast for Me4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Whew, that was a close-" His throat constricted tightly as he took in his nearby surroundings. Everything was black, white, and gray and nothing besides him seemed to be moving; not the wind, not the birds, and especially not the people. Wally remembered this situation before, remembered the tightness in his chest and stomach
TearsThe first time I saw Dick cry, my heart broke into a thousand little pieces that pierced into what I thought was my very being. It wasn't even a heavy cry; just two tears, one for each eye. It was right after a failed mission with more than a few close calls, but we'd escaped without enough injury to live to fight another day. I knew something was wrong as soon as I cracked a joke and he'd done nothing. Not a laugh. Not a chuckle. Not even a smart remark about how I wasn't funny at all and fail at life. He just walked past everyone, down a dark hallway, and towards what had to be a training room. I followed behind him quietly (well as quietly as a speedster can possibly be) until he entered it and we were alone.Tears4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Dick?" I said worriedly. "Are you okay?"
He sighed and from behind I could see him reach up and peel away his domino mask.
"No." His voice was slightly shaky, like his body, and my instinctive reaction was to close the space between us and hold him against me. And then he turn
Linchpin: Chapter OneLinchpin: Chapter One4 years ago in Drama More Like This
CHAPTER ONE: Taken
"We are certain about this? There can be no mistakes made in this endeavour."
"We are certain."
"We were to believe that the Atlantean led the children."
"That is truth, but also temporary."
"Yes. Another is being groomed for the task."
"The youngest of them."
"We believe so. He is apprentice to the leader of the Justice League."
The shrill clang of the bell signalled the end of the last period of the morning and before the reverberating sound diminished most of Gotham City Academy AP Calculus class had already gathered their things and was heading for the door.
"Tomorrow," Ms Reckolson's voice called over the sudden rise in student conversation, "we continue our practical applications of the extreme value theorem so I want you to have the next two chapters in your Differential Calculus Texts read and the practice equations at the end of the chapter calculated and graphed before you step fo
Greatest Inspiration"Bright... Nnn..."Greatest Inspiration4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wesley groaned as light filtered through his closed eyelids and shone into his sleepy pupils. He squeezed his stinging eyes and rolled over so he wasn't facing the harsh light.
"Mmnn... Why is there a light... It's not morning, I don't think..."
He opened his eyes to check. The spaces between the window pane he was facing were dark, suggesting that that it was still night time. He shuffled back onto his other side, blinking as his pupils readjusted to the glaring light.
"It's from the doorway..?"
He sat up and slowly closed and reopened his bleary eyes. He creaked his neck from tire to look over at the clock at his bedside.
The speedster uncharacterstically tossed his sheets aside and swung his legs over the edge of the bed at a snail's pace. He ruffled out his messy bed head as he hopped to his feet.
"Someone must've left a light on..."
He kept a hand pressed to his achey head, pressing onward in a zombie like state
Summer injuriesFanficiton: Robin/Kidflash (Young Justice)Summer injuries4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Light from flickering flames illuminated the faces of the young team who sat around a warm fire. The soft orange glow complimented the blue light of the moon that watched over them from the inky sky above. The sand from which they sat upon was still warm from the afternoon sun while the ocean breeze that drifted off the waves cooled the night air.
The sound of the ocean waves made themselves at home on the shore and it gave a calming backdrop of noise. Laughter and smiles were exchanged among the group as they bonded. This night was a special night, a rare summer night where no fighting or battling had to be done. Things were quiet in the criminal world, for at least tonight anyway and the team spent their extra time just being with one another.
Except for one member.
Robin rarely spent the night at the mountain on days like this, especially in the summer when school was out. Being the dynamic duo of Gotham and all with Batman, he
FineWally just held him.Fine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As the small boy in his arms shook, trembled, quivered, any other form of the word, he just held him. As his grip tightened on the fabric of his shirt to the point where it almost ripped in two, he just held him. As the hot tears poured down his flushed cheeks in streams and choked sobs tore their way out of his throat; as his knees tucked in closer and closer to his chest, and the pain in his heart became nearly unbearable, Wally just held him. Every cry cracked the red-headed teen's heart in a way that he never thought was possible. It hurt. It all hurt, ached, and despite what he let on, he was near his breaking point as well.
But he couldn't right now. He couldn't let it all out. At that moment his best friend needed some kind of stability, something solid to hold onto, and he'd be damned if he didn't give him that now. He didn't care if he'd be stuck in Dick's dark room all night. He didn't care if hunger was clawing at his stomach or that sleep was seducing h
Certain"Wally..." Robin breathed, swaying in exhaustion. Rain blurred his vision and soaked through his clothes. He took a hesitant step forward, frightened by what he saw. The redhead was slumped against the wall, seemingly unaware of his surroundings. Robin fell to his knees beside the hunched figure and gently ran a hand through blood red locks. "I'm here now, okay? I know I wasn't before... But I'm ready now. I'm ready, Wally. I promise."Certain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a few moments of silence, Wally sighed softly. "How long have you been out in the rain?" He sat up on shaky arms.
"W-What?" Robin said in surprise. "A few hours at the very most." He brought a hand up to Wally's face and wiped away a bead of water resting on his top lip.
Wally took Robin's hand in his own. "How long is a few hours, dude?"
"I don't know. Three hours. Four." Robin's eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Are you stupid? You're going to catch a cold!" Wally wrapped toned arms around the shocked teenager. "You're freezing."
"How can you wor
Can't Tell Him -- Kid Flash x RobinI can't admit it to anyone. Not to Batman, and especially not to Kid Flash.Can't Tell Him -- Kid Flash x Robin4 years ago in Romance More Like This
But I still dream about it.
Okay, that's the wrong word for it more like a nightmare, in almost every respect. I can vividly remember the feel of how he carried me, arms tight around his neck and legs locked on either side of his waist, gripping with a certainty as he ran at a blurring speed. Everything was certain there. Even if our subconsciouses were all twisted to believe that this was reality, we didn't dare to panic. And we were now the world's only superheroes, right? I had to be strong like Batman; Kid Flash had to be as sure as the Flash. Despite the chaos and certain doom that was probably going to hit us, we were calm. Being held by him as close to behind held by him as I figure I'll ever manage somehow made it easier to face.
We obviously had to face it eventually, and we did. Once he'd jumped the gap and we landed on the alien ship, we quickly disentangled. But his touch had a
ReturnI have...to keep...going...Return4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Everything hurts, burns, aches. I should've listened to R.J. I shouldn't have gone alone. Why am I always so stupid? Stupid stupid stupid? Oh well. It's done. I can't change it now and it doesn't even matter. What matters now is keeping my feet slamming into the ground so I can still move forward. What matters is ignoring my screaming body. What matters, is returning to R.J. That's all I can really think about right now. He'll miss me, worry over me, hurt over me if I don't. I know it. When I got back after that one long mission he clung to me like I had never seen nor imagined would happen. Now think about if I never came back.
But it's not just for him. I'm selfish. Really really selfish. I'm mostly doing this because I hate being away from him. I want to see him, touch him, hold him. That's what I want more than anything else in the world right now, and it's what I'm going to get. Though it may take me a little while. Running from h