The metal forced the air from his lungs as he was dropped. A heavily booted foot shoved against his back and he was suddenly sliding, his body twisting and rolling uncontrollably. There was nothing for his bare feet to grip to slow his descent and his cry of pain echoing close around him as an exposed rivet gouged into his calf. With his hands bound behind his back there was no way he could brace him as his uncontrolled descent came to an abrupt halt when his shoulder slammed painfully into the bottom of the pit Dick Grayson now found himself at the bottom of.
He groaned at the flare of pain, and looked back up the way he had fallen. Corrugated metal sides surrounded him and the thick ripple-like surface pressed into his back. Half of a large metal door was swinging into place twenty feet over his head and beyond that he could several feet of soil and stone above that.
Dick felt the thread of fear and swallowed the rising panic. But seeing the interior
BloodBlood4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It's never a good thing when the Big Bads team up.
Joker is bad enough; unpredictable and psychotic with extreme homicidal tendencies. Go up against him and a person was almost guaranteed to go home bleeding. Add in Two-Face to the mix and you've got a hell of a lot higher chance of not going home at all.
Batman was lucky, this time. It seemed that once again 'evil' proved unable to work with 'evil'. Two-Face didn't like Joker's inability to follow through with a plan. Joker got fed up with Harvey's lucky coin. By the time Batman had shown up, they had taken out more than half of the other's goons and thugs in a bloody massacre.
He jumped into the fray and in less than an hour he was securing the cuffs to an unconscious Joker's wrists. He could already hear the sirens approaching and doubted anyone was leaving the hideout without medical attention. Including him.
The body armor had taken most of it, but Joker had managed to slip a knife into the seam of
BoundBound4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the vile taste of rancid leftovers that finally chased the last vestiges of unconsciousness from him mind. Thirteen year old Robin forced his eyes open and regretted it instantly when the all-too-familiar, pulsating pounding threatened to split his skull. 'Damn it, why am I the one who always ends up getting chloroformed," he complained internally, attempting to massage the headache that was centralized behind his temples. Except his hands wouldn't move; that was when he realized how he was laying.
On his side, with his hands unable to be moved from behind him.
It was always disconcerting, being kidnapped when he was Dick Grayson. If he had been Robin he could have fought back, but as the adopted son of billionaire Bruce Wayne he knows only the rudimentary basics of self defense; easily overpowered by someone determined enough. Especially if his abductor was armed with chloroform soaked rags and rendered him unconscious. Which left him helpless to whatever means of containment w
BloodlinesBloodlines3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: A while back, I held a poll on which RiD one-shot I would write next. This one came in 4th on Deviant Art with 13% of the vote and 3rd on with 14% of the vote. I've tried to write the others before it, but they weren't cooperating so here we are!
This has been a nibble in my mind for a while now and I think I've broken through my writer's block enough to get this out. I hope it meets my expectations as well as yours. It begins during the battle on Malina Island at the end of the second season episode "Alienated".
Disclaimer: Young Justice is not mine; Batman/Robin/et al are not mine; basically none of it is mine but I'm playing with them anyway! I promise I'll return them when I'm done with them… hopefully with all the right pieces. *EvilGrin*
January 6, 21:02HAST
The crimson light intensified the scowl of the young Atlantean when he turned to f
BrachistochroneBrachistochrone4 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Brachistochrone is a term from Greek meaning "shortest time".)
The crowd was thin, maybe a few dozen people, but it was enough for the drone of voice to fill the gymnasium. The bleachers were all but empty of spectators, only a few parents and chaperones willing to brave the cold snap that Gotham City awoke to on the first Saturday of December. The cold that could be felt every time the door opened and a draft came in from the corridor.
Like the one that gusted across the back of thirteen year old Dick Grayson. He shivered momentarily where he stood and startled at the heavy hand that fell onto his shoulder.
"Good luck, Dick!"
With a wide smile on his face, thirteen year old Dick Grayson spun around. "Bruce! You came?"
"Of course," His guardian exclaimed, removing his designer leather gloves with a flourish. "I wouldn't miss one of your little math-things for anything!"
Also gives 'Brucie' some exposure, Dick thought as he bit
The Kidnapping before ChristmasBruce thought it couldn't get any worse as he held the shattered body of his son, his small body traumatized and broken. But that was before the roof decided to collapse, snow, and wood coursing down on them. Batman quickly leaped atop Robin, covering the small child's body with his own, protecting him from the onslaught of rubble.The Kidnapping before Christmas4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Knocking rubble off his back, Batman looked up, thankful that most of the roof above his head had remained intact, but it was only a matter of time before it gave in. With a new sense of urgency be began to gather Dick more securely in his arms.
"B-B-Bruce?" Teeth chattering, Dick looked questioningly up at his Guardian, the weeks of torture at the hands of his abductors, showing on his young face,
"Yeah it's me, chum, hold on, I'll get you out here. You're safe now." Bruce reassured the exhausted child, holding the boy closer to his chest, rubbing Dick's arms in attempt to keep hypothermia at bay.
Staring around angrily at what was left of the l
Depths: Alternate VersionDepths: Alternate Version3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: So, I've been rewatching the series, gearing up for the relaunch this friday (SQUEEE!) and as I was watching 'Depths' this bunny started nibbling and I couldn't shake it. I had to write it. I didn't want to - man, I really didn't want to! - but I did anyway and here it is. I hate it. Uterly, totally, comlpetely, and all because it made me cry. I kid not. Full on sobbing while I wrote it and I really don't want to post, but I will anyway because they say misery loves company and so I'm taking you all down with me!
The sharp intake of air was the first indication that things had gone wrong.
The battle on the beach came to an abrupt halt as the two powerhouses stopped, face to face and chest to chest.
No one moved, no one dared breathe.
And then Aqualad jerked his arm forward and plunged the blade of water completely through Nightwing's sternum and out between his shoulder blades.
"You lose," Kaldur hissed in his former teammates face and pulled the
BurningBurning4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The air was thick, oppressive, and made breathing all that more difficult. The fumes of the chemical soaking the floor scorched his nostrils and stung his eyes, and for the first time he could recall he was grateful for the cloth and layers of thick rope cleaved between his lips. The corrosive vapors wouldn't be able to damage the inside of his mouth or throat.
A splash of grey opaque liquid ricocheted onto the denim of his well worn jeans, and over his leather combat boots, as the balaclava clad man continued to crack the top the barrels open and tip them out of the bed of the truck and onto their side.
Dick Grayson's pain-filled curse was muffled by the gag when the liquid combined with the gasoline he was already drenched in and began eating through the fabric and burning the skin of his shin. He pulled on the ropes, twisted into thick cuffs around his wrists using the cords, which stretched him to the rafters of the underground garage, to lift his feet off the ground. His arms were
Event HorizonEvent Horizon3 years ago in Drama More Like This
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuation of my AU of the Episode "Depths". I've been working on this for a while and I'm rather pleased with how it turned out. I borrowed a bit from DC Comic "Nightwing #114", because it's one of my favorites and I really wanted it in my story. So I took it and rewrote it and put it here and I'm not sorry! LoL! Now, a lot of people have wanted this continuation, so I hope it meets with your expectations. Please, enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Seriously, do I really have to do this again? I will if I have to, but by now you should all know that none of this is mine. It's really not. All recognizable DC Characters belong to DC Comics, and the story and plot belong to the Troll - *WHAP!* - Muse. I'm just the person who gets to type it up.
Event Horizon – In general relativity, an event horizon is a boundary in space-time beyond which events cannot affect an outside observer. In layman's terms it is def
SafeRobin grunted as he jumped back from the Joker, narrowly avoiding being sliced in half.Safe4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I've always wanted to carve up this bird!" Joker cooed maniacally, laughing as he moved in closer. Robin leaped back, noticing with dismay that he was being lured farther and farther away from the group. A few yards away, he noticed Wally being slammed out of the way by Count Vertigo, and winched in sympathy.
And then he ducked again, because the Joker's blade was just where his head had been a few moment ago.
"Aww, hold still, Boy Blunder." Joker hissed, his smile widening. The stretched red lips and bleached white skin look ghostly in the fading light. "You're taking all the fun out of this."
"Sorry to disappoint." Robin panted, backflipping just in time to avoid being skewered through the stomach. "Hope I didn't disturb you too much." he added, wishing that the team had been there. Conner always liked his wordplay.
When had the crazed villain broken out of Arkham? How had he and Batman missed th
SummitSummit2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Notes: Yes, I admit it: I stole the opening scene from Batman: Under the Red Hood. I also freely admit that the second scene has been transcribed and altered from the YJ Season 2 Episode: Summit. Thirdly, this story is the continuation of the Depths AU. In fact, it picks up less than 20 hours after the end of "Event Horizon". I suggest you read "Depths" then "Event Horizon" or none of this is going to make a lick of sense. Just FYI.
Thank you to the lovely, wonderful, patient Fiona who's been helping me through my writers block and telling me when my writing is crap. This update wasn't possible without her. Thanks Fiona!
The rest of you, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Still not mine folks.
JUNE 21, 22:35 EDT
The cavern was dark and silent when the elevator from the manor opened and Alfred stepped out with a small tray of sandwiches and coffee in his hands. He paused for a moment, allowing his eyes
Breathe...Breathe...4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The autopsy report will read, "Cause of death, asphyxia due to suffocations caused by water entering the lungs," also known as drowning.
If there is an autopsy.
They have to have a body to perform an autopsy.
With the water's depths, the currents, not to mention the goddam anchor chained to my leg, I doubt they'll be finding this body any time soon.
The gods hate me. I know it!
How else would you explain that it's always me who gets into trouble?
Okay, forget that I'm the only non-meta-human on the team; forget that I'm also the smallest and youngest; forget that as the protégé of The Batman that I jump into dangerous situations on a regular basis. Forget all that, and then yes… the gods hate me.
A simple fact finding mission, Red Tornado said.
Get on the yacht, hack their computer, get off, Kid Flash said.
Two man team only, Batman said.
We can handle it, Aqualad said.
Let's add the dis to the aster, I say.
The water is gettin
BargainingBargaining2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: This story has been in the works for a very long time. Again, it wouldn't have been possible if not for the lovely and uber wonderful Fiona who worked with me on this during a very difficult time in her life. Hun, you are just too cool for words! Thanks again.
The picture used for the story was created by Mxi665. Actually, the pic is what inspire the story in the first place. It just took me a really long time to finish it. The artwork can be found here: I'm Okay Now.
Thanks, Mxi665, for letting me use the image.
Disclaimer: None of it is mine, which is a crying shame I tell ya!
August 28, 2015 21:27 EST
The engine cut off, sending the garage into silence. Eighteen-year-old Dick Grayson lifted the dark blue helmet off of his head with a wry chu
Say SomethingSay Something2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Author's Note: This fic came to me after I heard, then saw the video for, the A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera duet "Say Something". It struck something in me and... well, this story is what came of it. If you haven't heard it, it can be found here: Say Something.
Usage of the cover image, entitled "Mission failed" was granted by artist f19850928.
Warning: I never thought I would write one of these, but it turns out I was wrong. Not only is this a sonfic (something I'm not a big fan of) but it is also a Death!Fic.
Disclaimer: Young Justice & Batman, or the song "Say Something", are not mine. Any recognizable content is not mine.
Say something I'm g
Burn It DownBurn it downBurn It Down3 years ago in Horror More Like This
| Mt. Justice
| March 23, 21:30 edt
Nightwing slowly got to his shaky feet, the pain from the shock still evident in his facial features. He looked to see Conner still on the ground, he ran as fast as his wobbly legs let him, stumbling as he went. Kneeling down, he began to shake Conner. "Come on Supy, you have to wake up!" he desperately said, he deactivated Conner's collar, and his own as he tried to rouse Conner. He knew that the whole 'I let go of this button you all die' was a hoax, but he didn't doubt that Kaldur would actually blow up the Mountain. After all, Kaldur was a double agent; he needed to keep up an appearance.
He needed to get Conner out of here, he wouldn't leave anyone behind. Running towards the entertainment room he quickly saw Sphere and Wolf; both were looking at Nightwing oddly Nightwing ran over and deactivated Wolf's collar. "Sphere, Wolf, come on hurry!" he didn't know if either could understand him, but he had to risk it. He started going back
BattlegroundBattleground4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was raining.
In fact, it was almost always raining when the shit hit the fan.
Torrents of water, brought with dangerous black clouds, crashes of thunder, and explosions of lightning. Completely, and totally ominous that made an already perilous situation seem that much worse.
When Dick Grayson, thirteen year old adopted son of Bruce Wayne, watched as his father was 'arrested' at gun point by the brainless apes of Arkham City, all he could think was that Bruce was in over his head. Then, a heartbeat later, he realized that Batman had probably planned it all. Still, it was disconcerting to hear Vicki Vale's commentary as his mentor was abducted on live television.
The news crew had barely turned it back over to the Studio when his cell phone was ringing. He didn't even have to glance at the call display to know who was calling. "I take it you're watching it too, Clark?" He asked his father's friend when he answered the phone.
"Did you know about t
CrescendoCrescendo2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author's Notes: This will be the forth and final installment of my "Depths AU" Series. If you haven't read the other three parts, I suggest you do that starting with "Depths", then "Event Horizon", then "Summit."A big thank you to everyone who's been following the series and leaving me Reviews and adding the stories to their Favorites. Means a lot that everyone still likes my stuff.
Also, a huge thank you once again to the best Beta out there: Fiona! Really, I have no idea what I'd do with out her! Thank-you! Thank-you! Thank-you!
Disclaimer: Nothing recognizable is mine, and I promise to put them back in their proper place when I'm done with them. Some of them even in one piece!
PANAMA CITY, FLORIDA
JULY 01, 05:20 EST
The old man was always an early riser, even in the summer months when the winter camp was broken and the show was on tour. The caretaker of the grounds enjoyed these long, quiet weeks where the ac
Closure [Young Justice Animated - Dick, Bruce]Thanks to time zone differences, it was late Christmas Eve by the time Robin and the others returned to Mount Justice from their "mission" in Europe. With Wally insisting that the group stick around for a round of carols, eggnog, and exchanging Secret Santa gifts especially after he'd come all the way over, and convinced Kaldur and Zatanna to do the same Robin's return to Gotham was delayed for a further few hours. Fortunately, Dick had previously informed Alfred that he'd be spending Christmas Eve, and the days preceding it, with the Team at Mount Justice. There was some truth to it. Kind of.Closure [Young Justice Animated - Dick, Bruce]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even so, once the last bit of gift-wrap had been cleared, Robin decided it wasn't prudent to linger, and gathered up his Secret Santa gift with great care. It was a fancy Martian memory globe from M'gann: it portrayed whatever memory or image you thought of while rubbing it, and would continue to do so until you "changed" the memory. Too. Cool.
"Gotta get back, guys," Dic
Sorry"That was truly pathetic."Sorry4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Batman was snarling at the team, but most specifically, at Robin. The mission had been long and hard, with three days and two nights invested in what ultimately turned out to be a failure. The goal was surprisingly simple: get in, get the sample, get out. Unfortunately, it hadn't gone so smoothly. An alarm had been tripped at the warehouse they had been investigating, somehow slipping by Robin's electronic precautions. Armed gunmen had immediately arrived, shooting and blowing things up until there wasn't much left.
The team, bloody and bruised and battered, had managed to escape with their lives, but hadn't managed to get a sample of the chemical they were supposed to be investigating. Their mentors, frantic and worried, had beamed the team up to the Watchtower, where they recieved immediate medical care.
Batman was furious, but worst of all, he blamed Robin.
"How could you let your guard down?" The Dark Knight's voice was a whisper, but it somehow managed t
Pizza, Redheads, and a RobinDick winced as Bruce dragged him along by the arm, the older man barely even noticing as numerous reporters snapped quick photos af the famous pair. There would be reports of child abuse in the tabloids tomorrow, and Alfred was going to give him a lot of hell, but Bruce couldn't be bothered to worry right now. They were going to be late.Pizza, Redheads, and a Robin4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Dark Knight was many things: imposing, large, scary, intimidating, pushy, bossy, sarcastic, mean, quiet and broody. But he was never late.
"Walk faster, Dick. I can't miss this meeting." Bruce hissed under his breath, just quiet enough so that that the reporters couldn't hear. The last thing he needed was for the press to think that Bruce Wayne threatened his ward.
"Hmph, why do we even have to be here?" Dick huffed, snatching his hand free of Bruce's grip and crossing his arms tightly across his chest, a small pout working its way over his eleven-year-old face.
"I told you, there was a break in at one of the Wayne Tech centers in Star City. I have
Hypothermia"Superboy, stay with Robin and guard him while he is hacking the computers. Kid Flash and Artemis, get to the first base. Miss Martian and I will take the second one."Hypothermia4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It was supposed to be a simple recon mission.
Yeah; if only.
Superboy stood in front of the Boy Wonder as he finished downloading whatever files it was he needed into his wrist computer. "Can't you go any faster?" Superboy growled impatiently, resisting the urge to tap his foot like he'd sometimes seen Artemis do. If he were to be perfectly honest, just standing there and waiting with nothing to do but play guard was boring as all hell.
Robin just rolled his eyes and replied somewhat derisively, "Sorry, but I can't really rush technology. There's a lot to download." Superboy just groaned in response and continued to watch for any potential danger, finally giving into the urge to tap his foot a few times. "Almost..." Robin muttered, more to himself than Superboy, as he watched the digital copies of his face turn fr
Burn it down: Chapter 3Burn it downBurn it down: Chapter 33 years ago in Horror More Like This
| MARCH 24, 3:3O EDT
Wally walked into the warehouse, the same one that he had seen Artemis leave with Kaldur. He sighed, his features tense. He didn't know how he was going to tell both of them, but he needed to. He wouldn't leave the two of them in the dark. He walked towards a few boxes, leaning against them, and waited. He felt terrible, felt like he had gotten hit by a truck in fact. He didn't know what he was going to do. He sighed again; he couldn't just come out and say it. "Hey guys, you know that bomb you put in the Mountain? Ya well Nightwing sort of got caught in the explosion and he might die." Ya, that sounded like it would go over well.
"Wally?" a feminine voice asked into the warehouse.
"Artemis?" He walked towards the voice, the mask of a tiger showed in the dark. Artemis stepped out, her blond hair not really fitting with the color of the costume. Wally always loved her in green, he didn't like the new tiger themed costume, he didn't like havi
Emergency-YoungJustice :Robin:Red Tornado was out on a mission. No one was there to stop him. And so, waking up feeling like crap wasn't going to stop Robin from watching his Saturday morning cartoons.Emergency-YoungJustice :Robin:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And he didn't feel like crap.
Or at least that's what he tried to tell himself as he forced himself out of bed. The floor froze under his feet, but at the same time, he was sweating buckets- how the hell did that work? He pushed the thought out of his mind, taking the entire comforter off the bed and wrapping it around himself. He then opened the door and ventured out into the Secret Sanctum. The halls were empty, leaving his footsteps to echo off the walls.
At last though, he made it to the kitchen, pulling out a box of fruit loops, a bowl, milk, and a banana- Batman always encouraged him to have a little fruit with his breakfast. The TV was turned on and the cartoons commenced. Robin had to admit though, he kinda missed chilling with Alfred in the mornings, one would never guess that the butler still loved cartoons
Family Matters - A Linchpin InterludeFamily Matters - A Linchpin Interlude3 years ago in Drama More Like This
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've been sitting on this one for a while. I didn't know if I liked it when I first wrote it and then I kind of forgot about it. However, my new poll has reminded me that many of you want to see more in the Linchpin verse, so I dug this out and cleaned it up a bit. It's nothing but pure fluff – which is why I think I'm so iffy about it. There is no Robin Torture at all in it! Seriously!
DISCLAIMER: I've said it many times, but I'll say it again because I don't want to be sued: They're not mine! (Please don't sue me!)
FAMILY MATTERS (A Linchpin Interlude)
April 09, 09:15 EDT
The rain was falling lightly, tapping the large skylight with a pitter-patter that was accompanied by the heavy base of Foster the People. Jason tucked in the end of the towel he had wrapped around his waist and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror. Runn
Linchpin: Chapter OneLinchpin: Chapter One5 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