BoundBound3 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
Fathers and SonsFathers and Sons4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death no, no, no A shot blood no, no, no whispers silence death NO, NO, NO!
The screaming woke Bruce up. Sure he was dog tired, but in this house, that was not uncommon, and made no matter. He was already to the room in question when these thoughts surfaced. Speed was his friend, time is enemy. Without hesitation Bruce reached to open the door, but a hand landing on his shoulder ended his single train of thought.
"I've got it Bruce, I'll take care of him," Dick Grayson's blue eyes looked tiredly, but steadily into Bruce's own. Go get some rest they said, lord knows you need it.
"You need to recuperate. Two months off, remember? No debate. You keep this up Dick, and it'll be longer. Your body nee
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
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
Mirrored EventsIt seemed like only every other blue moon that appeared, that Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson would have a fun night out just simply because they wanted to. This particular definition of fun being: not fighting crime. This trip to the theater was not just another cover up to hide their secret identities, but it was truly because they wanted to spend a day together as father and son. Out of all the years they spent patrolling the city as Batman and Robin, they noticed that there was always a certain time in the year when almost nothing illegal or dangerous would happen.Mirrored Events1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The rest of the world also seemed pretty quiet since most of the Justice League were either home, in the watch tower, or patrolling their own towns and Young Justice were not on any particular assignments that evening. They decided to use at least one day during this time of the year to have some fun—and also because Alfred had bought them a pair tickets to a favorably acclaimed travelling production of The Pirates of
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
Little Brothers"My big brother is going to hurt you when he finds out that you have me here," Damian Wayne snarls as he jerks against the mess of duct tape and rope that binds him to a rickety wooden chair in the gutted out remains of one of the many old churches on the outskirts of Gotham City. "And I'm not going to stop him " He pauses to lick at his dry lips and let a bit of meanness seep into his narrowed eyed gaze. "In fact, I think I might enjoy watching my big brother kick your ass."Little Brothers4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The thug sitting across from Damian raises one eyebrow at the costumed kid. "Sure, kid," he drawls. "I'm not afraid of no punk coming and tryin' to rescue you. My boys outside are armed to the teeth. Nothing's gonna to get past them." He smirks at the struggling little boy and then stands up, stretching his tall limbs and yawning as though he was bored.
The tall thug walks over to Damian's side and tilts the boy's head up with the fingers of one gloved hand. "So who's your big brother anyway," he asks as he t
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
Robins Mistake Part 1 Gotham city glowed like a beacon in the milky night sky.12 year old Robin, crouched on top of a old warehouse building, looked over at his mentor, his guardian, Batman.Robins Mistake Part 14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"When do you think he's gonna get here?" Batman looked down at his youthful sidekick with subtle fondness; he knew Robin was getting impatient.
"In time, this is a very tricky situation. Nothing is ever easy with the Joker, he's a very dangerous man, Robin. We have to be careful." Robin sighed for the umpteenth time in impatience, and turned back to look at the building below. It was another old warehouse, but this one was special. It took the Dark Knight at least a month but he finally did it, he found the Joker's hideout, where he kept all his "tools" and where he slept. Robin was bouncing with excitement, Batman had NEVER taken him along when things had to do with the Joker but tonight was his night to show Batman he wasn't a little kid anymore, he could handle t
Batfamily Dinner"So you and the clone are dating." Damian spoke up in the middle of dinner. Jason and Dick immediately stopped eating their food- Dick to look at Bruce and Jason to rest his elbows on the table so he could make a show of listening in on the conversation.Batfamily Dinner4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"If I were it wouldn't be any concern to you." Tim shifted in his seat uncomfortably and used his fork to roll the tiny peas away from his mashed potatoes. "I heard you got invited to a charity, Dick."
"I d-" The eldest 'son' grew quiet when he caught the glare from Bruce. With a small groan and a feeling of de-aging into a child he sulked low into his chair and tried to give Tim an apologetic look.
"Are you?" Only two woulds could get all four boys to know just how serious Bruce was with this conversation. The room grew quiet and Bruce spoke up again, this time in demand rather than in question. "Are you. With the clone."
Tim let out a small nod and pushed more peas around on the plate. "He's a really nice guy. It's not like" Wh
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
You BetA short little 'coming out' story. BirdFlashYou Bet2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hmmm?" the older boy hummed, lazily running his fingers through the shaggy black hair fanned out on his chest.
"Do you love me?" Wally snapped his head up, staring down into the innocent blue eyes of his boyfriend.
"'Course I do, Dick. You know that." Dick smiled softly and snuggled further into Wally's chest, apparently ending the conversation there. Wally wasn't having it. "What's wrong babe?"
"Nuthin's wrong," Dick murmured. Wally brushed aside a strand of Dick's hair and tilted his face up to look in his eyes.
"I thought we didn't lie to each other." Dick cast his eyes aside and a faint blush spread across his cheeks.
"I won't laugh, scout's honor." Wally held up three fingers in the scout salute, and Dick couldn't help but smile through his embarrassment. He sighed and laid his head back on Wally's chest.
"Well, I just sometimes feel like maybe...maybe we shouldn't hide anymore. You love me, and I love you,
Raising Robin: Chapter ThreeRaising RobinRaising Robin: Chapter Three2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: Okay I’m very confused as to whether I still like young justice or not but Batman still is and always will be my passion. I promise I will try to update more often now.
Chapter Three: Uncertain Attempts
When Dick awoke for a second time the fog in his head has somewhat cleared though he still feels dizzy. The boy sits up carefully and looks around the massive room as the memories of last night come flooding back. He’s free from that hell hole now and now he’s living with Bruce Wayne the richest man in Gotham. Dick isn’t quite sure what to make of this.
“Master Richard,” Dick turns to see Alfred, Bruce’s butler, standing in the doorway. “Glad to see you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Dick says shyly. Alfred enters the room and sets a tray on Dick’s lip. The tray holds chicken noodle soup and tea. Dick can’t help but smile at the gesture of kindness,
Far Away Chapter Two-Circular PathFar Away Chapter Two-Circular Path3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The lights of the circus were always bright and happy. Replacing the bulbs was usually left to any maintenance worker the circus could find nearby, pay once and be done with. Whoever it ended up being always got a rare look at the acrobat family when they practiced from above. Every one of them admitted that it was a whole different show from above than below in the audience wooden bleachers. One time Dick had even changed one himself and he made special sure to swing up to the ceiling and meet every maintenance man face-to-face. The bright blue eyed boy would usually pull them into a talk about how he didn't understand why so many people were afraid of heights. Unlike many fears, with this one all you had to fight was gravity.
Only one man revealed that he had actually been afraid of heights in his earlier working years.
"How'd you get over it?" Dick had asked.
"I jumped off a burning bridge," the elder said with a shrug.
The boy's mouth had fallen open and he had hung there with the
GoodnightNOTE: Dick and Damian brother fic. Yes.Goodnight4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's barely there; anyone else wouldn't have even heard it, but I do, and it makes one of my eyes pop open. Of course, it's not like I was asleep in the first place. It's been raining like crazy outside for the past five hours. Thunder, lightning, the works. I'd actually like to get some sleep when I don't have to "work" ya know. I glance at my bedroom doorway out into the hall and see a shadow just at the edge. Too small and hesitant to be Alfred. That leaves only one person and I'm really not that surprised.
"Damian?" I call out softly. The shadow flinches, hesitates, then draws closer until the little devil comes into clear view. He's dressed down in his lime green pajamas with kittens on them, feet bare, and hair a tangled mess. He's scowling at me like he always does but there's something else besides annoyance hidden in those blue eyes. I wouldn't tell him that though. Kid needs his pride.
"Hmph," he grunts. "Very good dedu
You Mean More To Me Than She Does "You could've died, Dick!" Wally's angered shout echoes around the hall, and even he is surprised by how loud it is.You Mean More To Me Than She Does3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"It shouldn't have happened!" Wally's on a rage, his anger is bubbling off him and he doesn't know how much he'll be able to pour out in this moment. "The mountain blew up-"
Dick turns away from him, back to the table, a blanket falling off his shoulders. "I'm sorry your souvenirs got destroyed." He takes a sip of steaming coffee, completely oblivious to his best friends' torn expression.
As soon as the hurt his him, the anger is back and he grabs him, spins him around to face him, and traps him against the table. "Don't you understand anything?" His face is right next to his, breath blowing across the ebony man's cheek. "I don't care about the stupid souvenirs," his voice is no longer loud, angry. It's quiet, stern. "I care about you, Idiot."
Cherry LollypopsFanficiton: Robin/Kidflash (Young Justice)Cherry Lollypops4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rated: T, suggestive themes but nothing happens.
I'll never forget that moment. The first time we kissed. So subtle, so sweet and what seemed like a millisecond was actually moments long. But I guess my speed stature can't even slow down for a damn kiss? But I think from the moment I entered the kitchen and then into the living room my body just knew something good was about to happen. And that moment stayed with me since that day, like my body slowed to normal conditions just so I could remember that moment. I mean, it was like -
Okay I'm just blabbing now, so let's get to the point, to the start of it all.
It's funny how things all fall into place. Everybody in the young team's part of the mountain were gone except for Rob and Wally who stayed behind to catch up on some homework. But yeah, like that would ever happen, for Wally anyway. His kind of 'catching up' was scribbling down answers ten minutes before class starts as he sped dow
A Dish Best Served Cold, Part I, PateWayne Manor, evening. As the sun begins to set over the manor, Damian Wayne sits in an armchair in the study, glowering. He's in a suit, tie, and red converse sneakers.A Dish Best Served Cold, Part I, Pate2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Damian: Why do we have to do this stupid party to honor Kane?
Alfred turns from his last minute dusting
Alfred: Master Damian, your father wants to introduce Master Joseph to Gotham society. Master Joseph is of your family's social class; and despite the fact he may be subserviant to your father in work matters, he is close to being your father's equal in society. And his family is known in New York society. It's a matter of propriety.
Damian: But why now? My favorite show is on tonight...
Alfred: Because in between settling into a new city, new jobs, and your little escapade with Master Wilkes against your mother, Masters Joseph and Sam haven't had a chance to be introduced nor was there time to organize.
Dick, in a tuxedo, enters the room
Dick: And I wanted to be here to give Joseph moral support. *cartwheels and flip
Fathers and Sons Part 2Fathers and Sons Part 24 years ago in Drama More Like This
Damian. He's my son. But however hard I try, I'll never be his father. I've thought about it a lot. Well, more than a lot. Every time I see him. Correction. Every time I see them. Together. My sons. Damian may be the flesh of my flesh and the blood of my blood, but Dick is the heart of my heart and the soul of my soul.
And I left them both. For the War that I fight. A war on the evil that destroyed me. The me I was. I left them for my parents' memory. I left them for my selfless and unrelenting fight. Or is it selfish?
I can hardly lie to myself. I am the most selfish person that I know.
I wanted Richard to stay Robin. I wanted him to stay in my control. I didn't want to lose my son, and I risked the bonds that we had so carefully forged over the years, because I couldn't let him go.
I destroyed Jason Todd, simply because I wanted my eldest son back, so badly. I killed him. Effectively. I am his murderer.
I took Tim Drake under my wing. But I fear I have passed o