Brother's Of The BatWe constantly disagree… Can never let each other just simply be…
We inevitably hate… Hoping someone will make the first mistake…
We endlessly fight… Just put us together and I promise we’ll bite…
We persistently feud… Being ever so shrewd…
We naturally loathe… Pride and life-- by the end of it you’ll be lucky to have both…
We boundlessly provoke… Even with a gesture as simple as a poke…
We ceaselessly despise… Waiting on the others sheer demise…
We limitlessly mock… Any hour of the clock…
We eternally dispute… Raging over the same damn suit…
We continuously daunt… Only to bitterly taunt…
We repeatedly wrangle… We’ve knotted together so often that we’re a tangle…
We unlimitedly differ… And our opinions are only getting stiffer…
Gotham's Finest“Officer Grayson, may I have a word?”Gotham's Finest2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Grayson turned to the young voice belonging to the CEO of Wayne Enterprise. Grayson sent a small smile to the business man.
“Of course Mr. Wayne. I wouldn’t have much of an investigation without ya.” Grayson greeted the CEO warmly as they shook hands.
“Please, just call me Wayne. With the amount of time we’ve spent together the last few months, I think we can drop the formalities.” Wayne corrected. Grayson just nodded and took a seat in the empty chair in front of Wayne’s desk.
“So Wayne, what is it you want to talk about. Has the mob contacted you again? Has He been sending you threats about the inheritance?”
Wayne sat in the extravagant leather seat behind the desk, tightening his tie and fixing his cufflinks.
“No, they have gone underground again. They have been laying low ever since the news published the investigation. It’s a shame how press always needs the next hot
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
Raising Robin Chapter OneRaising RobinRaising Robin Chapter One3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Guys I think this is going to turn into one of my horrifically dark fan fictions. Also check out the poll on my profile to vote on which fanfiction should be updated
Chapter one: Together and Alone
The Batman stands on top of Wayne tower his cape blowing behind him. It's a freezing night, not that this is anything uncommon in Gotham. Beneath the cowl Bruce Wayne holds a heavy expression. He wonders where the boy is, Dick Grayson, what's happening to him.
Bruce remembers what happened three weeks ago so clearly. As clearly as the death of his own parents. How could he allow this to happen? He is the BATMAN! He is supposed to protect people, save people. He did this all to make sure no children would end up like he did.
And yet somewhere there is a child suffering. And he was there! He should have done something! He should have stopped it! He failed again. Bruce throws his head up and screams.
Talking NonsenseTalking Nonsense3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Robin chuckled under his breath as he stared down at his computer, catching the attention of the speedster that was walking into the main room of Mount Justice from the kitchen with a plate of hotdogs.
"What're you laughing at?"
The Boy Wonder's smile grew a bit as he typed out something on his laptop, "Just IM-ing with a writer."
"Someone famous?" Wally asked, speeding over and staring down at the screen.
"Nah, just one of those annoying people that write stories about us. I was discussing their OC's."
"Where they create their own character, usually a girl, and make them fall in love one of us."
"Please don't tell me you're reading about another Mary Sue they've randomly paired us with?"
Robin replied with a hidden eye roll, "Oh please, if I see one more incarnation of Batman's inexistent daughter, that I apparently fall head over heels in love with, I'm going to throw up."
Kid Flash sighed in relief and grabbed the remote before sitting next to his best friend on the couch th
Batman: Father's HatchlingsBatman: Father's Hatchlings5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Father looked down at his children and smiled with great pride.
" What would you regret when you saw that I'd died?"
The oldest bird was the first to reply,
" Not keeping my promise,
And letting you down.
I'll eventually make it up to you somehow".
The third son was unsure what to do,
He knew he was thankful but the words just wouldn't come through.
"I'm sorry", is what he first managed to say.
"For blaming you for all of my pain".
The youngest didn't need to think twice about this,
He knew what he wanted and he knew what it meant.
"Only not having you here,
That's all that I need and all that I fear".
The Father hugged his three sons,
And tears formed in his eyes,
He found it much easier to tell them Good-bye.
But then he realized once the hugging was done,
That they actually were missing someone.
The second oldest son,
The runt of them all,
Sat alone in a corner, ignoring it all.
The other three sons lifted their beaks at him,
But the Father was curious,
"What would you regre
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
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
Damian's NightmareDamian's Nightmare2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
My vision finally began to blur as the door slowly opened. I soon became alert. A little figure slowly entered the room. With the curtains opened it was easier to tell the little figure was Damian in his finlet PJ’s with a hood attached to the shirt (curtsy of Alfred), with the light of the moon I could see the tears rolling down his face. I knew what to do after all this was the sixth time this month this has happened. I picked Damian up and walked over to my bed, as I sat down he instantly curled and pressed his face against my body. I realised was hugging the teddy bear I “secretly” put in his room. I rubbed his head and hugged him as the tears went down his face...”The nightmare again?” I asked although I knew the answer. He simply nodded and hugged the teddy bear tighter. Being the eldest of the brothers I feel like this is my responsibility to look after everyone, Damian being the youngest only 10 years old is not exactly your average happy lit
Nightwing: The Animated Series Episode 1He had always lived in the knight's shadow. But, who could blame him? The very reason behind his being was that he was a shadow, which encompassed all and cast a shadow over everything below. But still, he wondered. His master used fear as his ultimate weapon, and appropriately, his symbol was a creature of the night; the very amplifier of fear, the substance of nightmares, the mask which hides the monsters that prowl through this sinful city. But, his student's symbol was one that summoned neither fear nor respect from his enemies or his allies. A helper at best, a source of cruel laughter at worst. No matter how much one tries to run, no matter how swift they think they are, they can never escape their shadow...Nightwing: The Animated Series Episode 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You've gone insane!" Dick Grayson screamed at Bruce Wayne. "Ever since Todd died, you've went too far! He was an innocent man! He had a family!"
Bruce's face tightened with anger. "He worked for the Joker! He was the only lead we had!"
"In front of his children B
Damian's school week Thursday"Master Damian, are you sure you are feeling well enough to go to school today?"Damian's school week Thursday2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm fine, Pennyworth." Damian grumbled, wiped some sweat of his brow and continued eating his cereal.
He looked up when Tim entered the kitchen.
"Hey Dami, are you okay?"
Why did everybody all of a sudden care so much about him?
"Fine." Damian grumbled again.
Alfred walked to door, checked the hallways and closed it.
"What are you doing, Alfred?" Tim asked
"Making sure Master Dick is not here."
Damian looked up again,
"It's his birthday today, so please remember to be home in time. We will have some guests."
"Sure thing, Alfie. " Tim said, grabbing his backpack. He waved to Damian with a mock smile "See you later Damian." and exited the kitchen. Damian watched him go with a scowl.
"We shall be leaving soon too, Master Damian. Are you finished?"
Damian looked at his unfinished cereal and pushed the bowl away.
"Yes, I am finished Pennyworth."
The Continuation of a LegacyTitle: The Continuation of a LegacyThe Continuation of a Legacy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Snippet: "Becoming Robin was probably the best decision he'd ever made. So can he really forbid this homeless kid, this Jason Todd, from experiencing the thrill of flying by Batman's side?"
Notes: The dividers symbolize start/end of flashbacks. Italics symbolize quotes.
Dick looks down at the R-symbol, on somebody else. His symbol on somebody else's chest. His costume on this this street rat.
Dick is ready to start throw punches. He's ready to bash heads. Dick is beyond angry.
Dick opens his mouth, ready to tell that kid to get out of his costume, but he stops.
And it all comes rushing back.
The first time Dick Grayson's heart stopped, he was eight years old, and fifty feet above the ground.
He was exhilaratedwaiting for his mother and father to finish th
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
Seeing HimThe first time Batman had ever seen Richard Grayson was, contrary to popular belief, not at the circus. It had been a few days before, actually, at night in a dismally gray alleyway.Seeing Him4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It had been a cold February night, but there wasn't much snow left on the ground. John Grayson had apparently wanted to grab a late night bite to eat, and his eager eight-year-old son had tagged along, insisting on doing nearly everything his father did like many boys at that age. Most of the night had passed uneventfully; the Joker was quiet, no large robberies, nobody from the rogue gallery had acted up. For Batman, it was almost peaceful.
He had been on a stakeout on a rooftop when he noticed the large man and his tinyit was bordering ridiculous how small Richard Grayson wasson enter the alley, probably a shortcut to their home.
Only, Batman thought, these people must either be very new to Gotham or only be visiting, because anybody who actually lived in Gotham (or anywhere near Gotham) knew
PopularityPopularity4 years ago in Humor More Like This
He woke up to all of them going off at once. No, he did not have dozens of alarm clocks set up around his apartment. It was the communicators. Blue eyes opened, revealing reddening whites and slanted eyebrows. The same blue eyes turned towards the clock on the wall.
His Night patrol had ended just an hour ago and when he went to clear the drowsiness from his eyes, he found that his mask was still on. Whoops!
Well, all the better for answering the call from the other heroes. All of the communicators were ringing.
Richard wanted to sleep. Dick wanted the day off. Officer Grayson wanted caffeine. Robin wanted to smash the communicators. Nightwing wanted to make a joke and painstakingly pull himself out of bed to answer the calls. Red X wanted to set rabid raccoons free into the callers' homes and Batman gave the largest mental Batglare he could muster. The Target was in there somewhere as well, but he just muttered gibberish.
Sliding to the side of his bed, Dick Grayson reached ben
Damian's school week Wednesday"Okay class, we have some time left until lunch break, so use it to work on your projects." Mr. William's voice rang through the classroom.Damian's school week Wednesday3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Damian sighted. Since it was only his third day of school he didn't have a project to work on so he probably would be stuck again with some stupid assignment of which he didn't see the point.
And indeed it didn't take Mr. William's long to come up to his table with a piece of paper in his hand.
"I have a different assignment for you, Damian."
Damian rolled his eyes, but Mr. William's just ignored it.
"I'd like you make a card for your father, since it's his birthday tomorrow.."
"Grayson's not my father!" Damian snapped, but instantly he regretted it. Dick had been more of a father to him lately, then anybody ever had.
"He's my brother, I guess." he added , his voice a little less sharp.
"Brother then. Here I have some pencils and a card for you. I would like to see it when you're done."
Damian grumbled and started working on his card.
At the end of
Teen Titans: No Such Thing As A Normal TeenJoseph Kane awoke one morning in Wayne Manor only to find that only that he was NOT a cockroach (like he was in a very Kafka-esque nightmare the previous evening); but that the place was trashed. Food dishes were piled high, clothes were tossed on furniture, and there was the overripe smell of sweat and hormones. He sighed as he, still in pajamas and bathrobe, helped Alfred Pennyworth clean.Teen Titans: No Such Thing As A Normal Teen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Teenagers", Joseph swore under his breath.
"Aren't you 19, Master Joseph?" reminded Alfred.
"I'm also a doctor, a Waynetech Executive, and Sam's guardian. Besides, with all that training I did for my now ended superhero career, I didn't really have time to be one." Joseph gingerly picked up one of Bart Allen's shirts. "Does the kid have no concept of laundry? Or does that not exist in the future?"
"I hate to belabor the point, Master Joseph; but you are still young. And you are working towards assuming that career again. You have had a lot on your shoulders since you were young--"
"Not always by m
Damian's school week Monday"Grayson! How do I put on this stupid necktie!" Damian yelled from his room.Damian's school week Monday3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Um," Dick hesitated a moment while struggling with his own necktie, "Why don't you ask Alfred, I'm busy!" he yelled back.
Five minutes later everyone was ready to go to school, or in Dick's case, ready to go to a Wayne Enterprises meeting.
"Alfred needs to run some errant's, so I'll drop you off at school today, Damian. " Dick said.
"Maybe then you can warn the teachers." Tim said chewing on an apple.
"Tt!" was the boy's only response.
"Come on! Get in the car, or you'll be late for your first day of school!"
"Students, this is your new classmate Damian Wayne." The teacher introduced him, "I'm Mr. Williams and I will be your teacher for the rest of the year."
Damian looked around the class with his arms crossed.
He wasn't planning on making it easy for his new teacher.
The kids were all his age but they seemed so ignorant and dum
A tale of Robin He had always lived in the knight's shadow. But, who could blame him. The very reason behind his being was that he was a shadow, which encompassed all and cast a shadow over everything below. But still, he wondered. His master used fear as his ultimate weapon, and appropriately, his symbol was a creature of the night; the very amplifier of fear, the substance of nightmares, the mask which hides the monsters that prowl through this sinful city. But, his student's symbol was one that summoned neither fear nor respect from his enemies or his allies. A helper at best, a source of cruel laughter at worst. No matter how much one tries to run, no matter how swift they think they are, they can never escape their shadow...A tale of Robin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But he couldn't live like this any longer. He would have to sacrifice his youthful joy and innocence for maturity and bitterness in order to live. He would still swing through the air like an acrobat, but he would do it as a crea
Not GraysonDamian was wondering exactly why so many people had shown up to the hospital.Not Grayson4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nearly the entire League was there, it seemed like. The Outsiders, the Titans, and the entire Bat-Family (save for Cassandra, but she hadn't been able to charter a flight out of Japan and was currently video chatting with Stephanie while they waited) had arrived too, and Damian was just left feeling very, very confused.
He and Grayson had been on patrol when one of Ra's Al Ghul's snipers had shot Grayson in his chest, leaving three bullets lodged in his chest. It had been from point-blank range and the Kevlar hadn't held, and Batman had fallen off the building, falling three stories onto a ledge. Damian had tried to save him, he really had, but he was too far away and too small, and Grayson had vanished over the precipice before he could get his grapple out.
Miraculously, he had still somehow been conscious (ouch, Damian didn't envy him for that) and he had managed to twist his body around, landing in a weak
Adventures in (Super) BabysittingIt is morning in Wayne Manor. Joseph is wearing his suit and an overcoat. Sam is holding onto his leg. Damian is looking on.Adventures in (Super) Babysitting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam: Joey! Don't go!!
Joseph: Sam, I'm only going to Metropolis for the day to discuss business at STAR Labs. I'll be back tonight.
Sam: But you promised you'd hang out with me!
Joseph: We can do that tomorrow.
Damian: Damn it, Sam, stop embarrassing yourself!
Sam starts crying. Joseph hugs him
Joseph: Sammy...it's only for today. We will play tomorrow. Besides, I asked someone to play with you and Damian today.
Damian: Not Wilkes, we hung out with him two days ago....
Joseph's phone rings.
Joseph: One sec.
We see it's Dick who's calling.
Joseph: Hey, Dick, what's up?
Dick: Sorry, Joseph, but I can't make it. I kinda got busy with this case and....
Joseph: *whispering angrily* Oh no, you're not wiggling out of this easily! Sam is freaking out; between my having to cancel my day to hang out with him, a possible thunderstorm and the notion of being stuck
A Promising Win"I'll find some way to redeem myself to you."A Promising Win3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was all he could say as he laid on the floor of the bioship. It was pathetic, him bleeding on the floor, helplessly watching his team try to save him. He always hated the feeling, the one where he felt as if he could do nothing. He has been feeling it too much lately. Maybe it was the reason why he tried too hard to play the game that was his life.
Maybe he had just wanted to win.
Coughing, he tired to clear his throat of the blood that was bubbling out of his mouth. Then went another shot in the arm, another scream for medical supplies, another hand pressing down on his injuries. Blurry visions of green and blonde, mixed with black and blue flashed before him. Licking his dry, cracked lips, he closed his eyes.
He just wanted to win.
Taking a shaky breath, he whispered the words again. "I'll find someway to redeem myself to you." Really, it was an empty promise (all his promises were). Nevertheless, this was one he wanted to make