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…
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
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
Gotham's Finest“Officer Grayson, may I have a word?”Gotham's Finest3 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
Raising Robin Chapter OneRaising RobinRaising Robin Chapter One4 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 Nonsense4 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
Damian's NightmareDamian's Nightmare3 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
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
The Continuation of a LegacyTitle: The Continuation of a LegacyThe Continuation of a Legacy4 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Damian's school week Monday"Grayson! How do I put on this stupid necktie!" Damian yelled from his room.Damian's school week Monday4 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