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Prompt Post - Part Three [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
yj_anon wrote in yj_anon_meme


Part two here!

Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one and in part three once. If you do so, I'd reccommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody is tracking the first thread.
Please note that you can still fill over at parts one and two- just don't prompt there! I encourage you all to go through looking for older things to fill.

Welcome to the Young Justice: Animated anonymous fic meme!

How does it work? Basically, you leave prompts, and people fill them with glorious fic. Pretty simple. Anonymity is allowed for those that feel nervous or awkward requesting or filling, but it isn't actually obligatory. Unlike a lot of memes (like kink memes) this doesn't have a particular focus beyond the fandom. Het, gen, slash, femslash, anything else you can think up? Welcome! Crack, drama, angst? Go nuts!

However, we do have some...

Rules and guidelines.

• Animated canon only, please. Crossovers are fine, so is integrating comics/etc. stuff into animated canon, but no outright Young Justice comic stuff, please.
• Be reasonable. Polite. Etc. You may be anonymous, but that is no excuse for being ridiculous.
• Likewise, be considerate in your prompting. Trigger warnings are appreciated (for content that may seriously upset people with past experience, such as rape/non-con, self harm, suicide, etc.- at the absolute least, please make it clear what the fic contains about before someone stumbles across it halfway through!), and please be careful with your wording. Memes like this often touch on some sensitive material. If you feel somebody has posted an actively offensive prompt, please either PM me or use the mod post here to bring it to my attention.
• One prompt per post, please!
• Repeat after me: Your Kink Is Not My Kink. Don't attack people's prompts because they aren't your cup of tea!
• Look, just don't wank up a storm in general. I'm sure we can all manage, right? :)

ETA: Please do not reprompt things until we reach a second part. In addition, I encourage anyone looking for things to fill to go back through previous pages. A lot of people have old prompts tracked, so your fills will still be seen!

This is the 'flat' view of the page; it shows comments in the order they're posted, rather than as threads. Makes it easier to see new fills on previous pages.

I'll look at getting a Delicious or Diigo or something-or-other archive up for filled prompts if it gets to the point we feel it'd be useful. In the meantime, have fun!

ETA: We now have a discussion post if you need one!

ETA: I need help with archiving! Also, we set up a fill post. Can you please leave links to any fic you write there. See the post for more details. Thanks!

ETA: GUYS. I am officially making the 'PM me about offensive prompts' thing obligatory. Please, I have difficulty keeping up without your wonderful help!

Incidentally, being polite includes not telling people they're being 'too sensitive' for being bothered by things. Just sayin'. This place is a safe space, in so much as I can make it one, and I don't really like the rhetoric of 'oh, if you're offended you're oversensitive' that I'm seeing in a couple places? Remember: people may have had different experiences than you that influence their view. Don't assume. :)

ETA: Since apparently it doesn't come under some of your definitions of 'civility':


I don't care if you hate that ditz M'gann, I don't care how much you think Kaldur is sooo boring, I don't care if you think Artemis is a bitch, I don't care if you want Wally to go die, I don't care how much you want Superboy to punch himself into oblivion or how bratty you think Robin is. This is not a place to ask for fic that is for nothing more or less than to satisfy said hate. We have and welcome fans of ALL CHARACTERS here, and it's just insulting and rude to tear them down.

And this is not the same as asking for a single prompt where they're AU and evil, or for a prompt where they mess up in some way, or even where they get called out on something they did if you feel it would make a good story. But come the hell on, guys.

ETA: Please see this recent post regarding certain issues we've been having. Thank you.

ETA: Are you offering anything for charity in the recent fandom auctions for relief efforts? If you are, feel free to promote/browse/etc. here!

ETA: New affilate - DC comics meme!

ETA: At several people's requests - rec post & general finding-things post!

ETA: New affilate - YJ kink meme!


Because people wanted one.

For the next few days, until the 1st now the 4th of April, DO NOT SUBMIT ANY NEW PROMPTS. Instead, why not try filling a few? We have so many wonderful ones left unfilled. Maybe try looking a few pages back! Or a few parts back, even!

On the 1st April (no joke, hah), I'll post part four and prompting will resume.

Thank you! And have fun!

Now finished!

In-progress Delicious account.

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repost: Two Birds One Job

So, what if there were actually two Robins? One is Dick and the other is Tim. How this happens, whether Tim was recruited to fill space or the two had been sharing the Robin role forever or whatever is up to anon, but the end deal is that Dick becomes YJ!Rob and Tim, Gotham!Rob.

Wally and Dick have starting growing closer to each other (or are already dating?) when something happens in Gotham and Dick had to go back that very moment. When he gets there he realises that he left something important back at Mt. Justice and Tim volunteers to get it (reason is up to Anon).

And while Tim is sneaking back into Mt. Justice (how is up to Anon) he bumps into Superboy. Tim is interested and so requests to go back a few more times to see SB. Cue the two of them falling in love as well. Confusion ensues.

Tl;Dr - Tim and Dick share being Robin.
Tim likes Superboy. Dick likes Wally.
Ensue confusion.

reposting this from the second part for another anon, didn't want this to get lost in the meme! awesome idea :)

Re: repost: Two Birds One Job

eeeeeehhh! Seconding Again!!

Three o'clock in the morning, Gotham. The city was settling down to sleep, the sounds of sirens and screaming matches and dogs barking echoed in the darkness. All was quiet and relatively crime-free.

But not everyone was sleeping, not yet at least. On the roof of one grimy, gargoyled building crouched a small form.

"Green to Red. Come in."

Static cracked across the line. Tim frowned. Maybe Dick wasn't back from his team meeting yet? Another mission extension?

It was a whole new experience, Tim thought, having his partner and sort-of-brother out of the city for nearly three days out of the week. Weekends were more boring without Dick waking him up with pancakes on Saturday afternoon. Dick talked about his team constantly when he was around.

Tim didn't mind, not really. But as the younger (by slightly less than a year) and more introverted Robin he understood why he would be the one to stay home. But it was still a little sad that he didn't get to spend as much time talking to Dick as he had before (or anyone, since Tim mostly just talked to Dick anyway) and that when they did talk, it was about Superboy's anger problems or Miss Martian's baking or Kid Flash.

Tim mostly talked about stakeouts.

"Red here. We're pulling in now. You still out?"

"Yeah. I'm watching the Maroni place. No movement tonight."

"Jeez, baby bird. Come home already and go to bed."

Tim rolled his eyes beneath his mask, "Not all of us are old men, big bird."

"Hey! Wait till I get you alone you little--"

The low, chiding growl of Bruce's voice can be heard over the line. Tim grinned at the thought of Dick getting in trouble for radio chatter. Again.

Silence prevailed for a moment. Tim returned his attention to the mafia hideout (where everyone was asleep, like he should be) until.

"Fu-- I mean damn."


"Private line." Dick voice told him before a click signaled the change. Tim quickly shifted over to the frequency that Bruce didn't monitor, waiting long enough that Dick could have moved out of hearing range.

"I left my extra grapple at the base. B's going to roast me."

"Serves you right for forgetting equipment."

Tim didn't mention that before this new teenage team thing started, Dick never would have forgotten something like that.

"Dude, that's harsh! You want me to be grounded for the next week? You are totally not feeling my dismay here. You're like... Mayed."

I am dying... DYING! Ghficgkjdivfhducgj!!!!!!!

"Uh-huh." Tim gave up on the gangsters and pulled his grapple out to head home. It was situated right next to his spare, carefully accounted for like the rest of Tim's equipment. Tim was the careful one.

"Don't be an asshole, man." Dick whined over the comm, "I can't go back for it and I'm going to get grounded and I was just getting somewhere with..."

"What?" Tim shot out his line and swung, his bike was hidden in an alley over by Robinson park.

"Never mind." Dick muttered, "It's nothing."

"Oh no," Tim said with a grin, "that doesn't sound like nothing."

"Well you're not going to help anyway so--"

"Tell me what it is and I'll get the grapple for you."


"Sure." Tim grinned, "'I've got the redbird with me and B doesn't expect me back until dawn. I'll go get it for you. If you tell me."

There was a long pause over the line as Dick audibly debated whether or not to share.

"It's Wally." He said finally. "I like him, okay?"

"Like him?" Tim asked, landing with a soft thud and dashing to his concealed bike.

"Yeah." Dick's voice dared him to comment on it.

Tim didn't really know what to say. It wasn't like he was jealous, not really. But it felt a little bit like Dick was moving into a whole new life, one that didn't include his creepy little brother-figure. It was bound to happen, Tim thought, everyone had to grow up sometimes.

This was the sort of situation, Tim reminded himself, in which a little bit of emotional intelligence would go a long way. Tim wasn't burdened with an overabundance of emotional intelligence, but he'd studied it enough to know when to not tease Dick over a crush.


"Thanks. Red out."

Tim switched his comm back to the normal channel, and took off for Happy Harbor.

Re: Duplicity [1b/?]

Not OP but loveloveloveloveloveLOVE this. Anything with Tim is gold but then to get something with Tim that's /written well/ with care and fluffy brother moments and just everything good... ohgosh, it's even better! Cannot wait for more!

Tim was only mildly surprised when the AI admitted him to the mountain by announcing Dick's designation code. The public (and most of the Justice League) thought there was only one Robin after all.

It was quiet in the base and Tim crept through dark hallways looking for Dick's room. He'd only ever seen Mount Justice in the form of blueprints and schematics, not necessarily the best way to find out where Dick might have left his stuff.

"Door," Tim subvocalized to himself as he crept around, "Door, Aqualad's room, another door..."

He was lost.

By the time he wandered into the kitchen Tim was starting to doubt whether or not he would really be able to find the grapple at all. The likelihood that Dick would have left something in the kitchen was small, but Tim didn't know where else to look.


And now he was fucked.

Tim spun around, his eyes widening a little at the sight of a pajama-clad Superboy. "Uh. Hi. Superboy."

Superboy was blinking in confusion, a huge hand coming up to rub at sleepy eyes. He was wearing a pair of loose pants (donated, Tim expected, by Bruce) and no shirt. Something about the hard plane of his abdominal muscles was captivating.

"What are you doing here?"

"Umm..." Why wasn't he flipping out? Did he think Tim was Dick?

It would be a reasonable mistake to make. Their costumes were designed to hide their differences after all.

"I left my grapple here when I left," Tim said, trying to mimic Dick's voice as best he could, "I came back so that Batman wouldn't, umm... Roast me."

"Oh." Superboy stumbled over to the refrigerator and pulled out some milk, taking a long drink directly from the carton. Tim resisted the urge to make a face in disgust. Dick did the same thing, after all.

"So. Have you seen it?" He asked.

There was a tiny droplet of milk on the corner of Superboy's chin. Tim was finding it hard to look away.

He wondered if Superboy's skin felt as smooth as it looked.

"Yeah. I think it was on the couch." Superboy's head gestured in the direction of the living area.

"Okay, thanks." Tim said with a smile. He shuffled his feet but didn't move from his spot. There was something missing. He didn't want the conversation to end, but what was he supposed to say?

This sort of thing was not Tim's forte.

The silence stretched out for miles.

"So... I guess I'll head back to Gotham." Tim said finally.

"Yeah." Superboy said, "See you next weekend."

He turned, heading back to his room, and Tim watched him go.

"See you next weekend." He whispered to himself.

Tim grabbed the grapple from between the cushions of the couch (how did it get there?) noticing the scattering of unopened snacks and video games. This was obviously a place for group bonding and relaxation. Dick probably played games here, probably spent his time on this couch with Kid Flash and Artemis and Superboy.

Tim took a seat on the couch, disliking the plushness of the cushions, and imagined himself there during the day, surrounded by all of Dick's friends.

It wasn't an easy thing to imagine. He'd told Bruce that he didn't want to be a member of the youth team for a reason. He'd assumed that he wouldn't have anything to say to these kids. He was surprised that Dick got along with them as well as he did.

Dick had always been the more social of the two of them, though. Some leftover remnant of the circus combined with a natural affinity for people. Tim, on the other hand, had an affinity for computers and criminal profiling, and he'd never really minded that too much.

But now Dick had his own friends, and his own space, and a couch on which he did real kid things.

Tim stood, pocketed the grapple, and headed for home. But first he cleaned all the crumbs off the couch.

Three weeks later Tim had almost completely forgotten about his little trip. He'd worked a triple homicide, tracking down the killer and delivering him to the GCPD on his own, reorganized the profile database, and pulled some old cold cases when he had the extra time.

He'd been seeing Dick even less than usual and most of their time together was time in costume. That is, until Dick came down with mono.

"Also known as 'the kissing disease'." Bruce pointed out in his booming 'disapproval voice' as they stood by Dick's bedside.

"It's also transmittable through close contact like sharing drinks." Tim pointed out from behind the germ-mask he had put on the moment he heard about Dick's diagnoses, "Some forms of mononucleosis are airborne."

Dick was giving him the 'you're a freak' look but Tim only raised a single eyebrow in reply. He might be wearing a dumb looking surgical mask, but he wasn't the one in bed for the next month.

"Who would I kiss?" Dick rasped out, "I don't even like any of the girls on the team. He was squinting his eyes at Tim, perhaps trying to communicate through code.

"I don't understand." Tim told him.

Dick sighed and rolled away.

"I'll contact the team and tell them you won't be coming in for a while." Bruce said.

"What?" Dick would have been shouting if he weren't so obviously exhausted, "No! You can't."

The Batman cocked an eyebrow, "I can't?"

"We have training. I promised we would do some basic aerial maneuvers and Wal-- everyone was so excited!"

"You're not getting out of bed now, so the matter is closed." Bruce informed him sternly, "I'll tell Alfred to bring you some soup."

"But Bruce!"


"I'll go." Tim found himself saying. Bruce and Dick both looked at him in shock. He was a little shocked himself.


"I can do the training." Tim said, "I mean, I can pretend to be you."

"No you can't."

Tim glared at Dick, "Way to feel the aster, dude." He mimicked.

Dick grumbled but Bruce was looking at them with an appraising eye.

"It would be a good undercover exercise." He said finally, "I approve."

Dick sighed. Tim let himself smile a little, no one could see it under the mask after all. "Cool."

"Suit up, Robin." Bruce said finally, "We're heading out in fifteen."

"Be on the comm!" Dick shouted after him as they left, "If you ruin my life then I'm ruining yours!"

Tim felt himself grinning at the thought of spending some time with the team for the first time ever. Maybe, he thought, Superboy would take his shirt off again.

He lived in hope.

Am still dying... This atrociously well written!!! :D though now I'm periodically twitching with excitement as I die!!!

Re: Duplicity [3/?]

OP from part two is very very very happy. 8D Expect some art perhaps~?

Re: Duplicity [3/?]

Oh, Tim. <3 Clearly you know nothing of YJ, Superboy's shirt is CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED to never make it through a full calendar day.


Re: Duplicity [3/?] (Anonymous) Expand

Friday was pretty easy, so far as pretending to be Dick went. It might have been because they all showed up after school to begin with, so there was less time for Tim to screw up. It might have been because they weren't actually doing much that day, so Tim was able to sit mostly by himself and make witty comments when necessary.

His seat on the couch provided an excellent view of Superboy's ass every time he walked by. Not that Tim was looking, of course.

"How's it going, Rob?"

Tim resisted the urge to jump as Kid Flash appeared right next to him.

"Fine. I mean, great!"


"Yeah." Tim shuffled over a little on the couch but it seemed as though Wally were taking up the whole space. M'gann leaned over the back of the couch to comment on whatever was playing on the TV and as she did her hair brushed his shoulder. Did Dick usually do this much touching?

"So I was thinking that maybe we could go out tonight, spend a little of the stipend on diner?" Wally said.

"Sure," Tim felt himself giving a very Dick-like grin at the thought. "It would be great for team-bonding."

"Yeah." Wally seemed to deflate a little bit, his eyebrows drawing together in an expression that Tim couldn't interpret.

"Robin," And there was Superboy, holding a large bowl of popcorn and looking like maybe he wanted to sit.

"Hey, Supes." Tim applauded himself for the creative nickname.

And now Superboy was sitting on one side and Wally was on the other and Tim thought he might feel a hand on his thigh.

"Wasn't I going to show you guys some moves?" He tried not to sound panicked.


Tim reasoned that a training session would put an end to all the touching, at least for a little bit.

He was so, so very wrong.

Ten minutes later in the training room, watching his teammates stretch and giving suggestions, Tim realized that there was no way he was going to get out of the weekend without a traumatizing level of personal contact.

Wally had been subtly attempting to get Tim to 'help' him stretch for the past fifteen minutes and Superboy was... rippling.

Tim regulated his breathing and channeled Dick as best he could.

"Okay! Who's ready to fly?"

Rippling is a good description. Very apt. Oh man, this is getting so good. I just can't wait for the confrontation!

Saturday morning dawned fresh and chipper on a Tim who hadn't slept at all. The dinner the previous night had been... Well a more magnanimous Tim would have called it 'interesting'.

As it was, Tim was calling it a total freaking disaster.

They had all visited a local diner in plainclothes and Tim had tried his best to get the outside seat but had ended up squished between Kaldur and M'gann with no way to get out and no way to avoid a series inexplicable death glares from Wally.

The conversation had been stilted and awkward, Superboy had eaten all of Tim's fries, and Tim had spent the majority of the meal feeling painfully claustrophobic.

And then there had been the moment afterward, when they were walking back to Mount Justice and Wally had pulled Tim aside and asked in a tense voice, "Are you mad at me or something?"

"What?" Tim had said.

"I mean, one minute we're close as can be and now you're acting all cagey. Did something happen?"

"No." Tim swallowed hard, "I'm fine. I'm... whelmed."

Wally peered into his eyes for a long moment and Tim was almost convinced that he'd been found out, but eventually the speedster backed off with a muttered "fine".

Tim spent the rest of the night analyzing his behavior for something that would clue Wally in to the difference. He was usually a very good undercover operative, but pretending to be a made-up person was different from pretending to be someone who already existed. Add in the fact that Tim sometimes felt as though Dick had come from a different planet than him (it wasn't Krypton, Tim had done extensive tests) and the charade was even more difficult.

That morning, just before heading down to breakfast, Tim reassured himself that he was a professional. He could pull this off.

Alfred didn't normally let Tim have coffee in the mornings, no matter how little sleep he got, so the steaming pot that met Tim in the kitchen was a little bit like a miracle. He was sitting down with a steaming pot when Wally slouched into the kitchen and buried his head in the 'fridge.

Tim took a sip of his illicit morning drink and thought about Dick doing this every morning, two days out of the week. He was going to kick Dick's ass when he got home.

"Morning, Robin." Superboy said as he joined them, "Morning, KF."

"Good morning." Tim said from behind his cup, once again delighting in the fact that Superboy habitually wore no shirt to sleep in.

"Mmmhmmm." Wally muttered.

Superboy stopped short, "Are you okay, Wally?"

"I... I dunno." Wally was still peering into the fridge as though he wasn't sure what he was there for, "I'm feeling really tired."

"Didn't sleep well?"

"I slept six hours." Wally said, "That's like, three more than usual!"

"Maybe you're getting sick." Superboy suggested it as though it were something he didn't know much about, or illness was the sort of thing that happened on TV and in magazines.

"Dude, no way!." Wally exclaimed drunkenly, "I never get sick. I have the immune system of a god. I-- What are you doing?"

Superboy was holding his hand up to Wally's forehead, "I think you have a fever."

Suddenly everything made sense and Tim needed to go punch his sort-of brother in the throat.

He had to go. "I have to--"

"--Mission. Where's Aqualad, Artemis, and Miss Martian?" It was Batman. Batman was in the kitchen. Batman was in the kitchen with the boy who had given Dick a highly infectious disease.

Tim causally slid his coffee cup to the other side of the table.

"We're here." Kaldur was saying as he led the rest of the team into the room, "Let's get going."

"Kid Flash can't," Superboy said over Wally's protests, "He's--"

"--Injured!" Tim interjected, shooting a Dick-worthy death glare at the other two, "He pulled a muscle last night in training."

Batman's eyes narrowed. "Fine. Everyone else suit up and be ready for debrief in five minutes."

Total. Freaking. Disaster. There was no aster to be found anywhere here. Tim went to suit up.

Ha. Ha! HA!
Oh Tim, ilu, never change! I can see this quickly delving into epic multiple secret keeping territory, my very favorite brand of hijink.
Thank you ever so much for delivering this to my life <3

HAHAHAHAHAHA *dies laughing* thats so beyond great oh Wally if only u knew & this will make it much easier for Tim to cozy up to SB X3

This makes me so happy! OH!

Oh god I am in love with this fic :D
Is in in the fill post? If it had been, I'd have been on it like white on rice.

The mission itself was a cakewalk, a quick reconnaissance of what was most likely a perfectly legitimate genetics-lab, but Tim quickly found himself wishing he had faked an injury as well.

Dick had told Tim that the team communicated through telepathy during missions. Tim had read the reports that Dick had filed on the extent and depth of M'gann's connection with the rest of the team, how it felt to hear their voices in his mind, how likely he thought it would be for any sensitive information to leak through. None of it had prepared Tim for the feeling of someone else in his head.

And while Tim might be (arguably) skilled at pretending to be Dick over the course of a day, he had no idea how to pretend to be Dick in his mind.

He knew the minute M'gann initiated contact that he wouldn't be able to pull it off.

"Check in." Kaldur's voice echoed throughout there collective minds.

"Superboy here, all clear"

"Artemis checking in. I'm in place."

"I'm ready! Uh, Miss Martian here."

Tim carefully slid himself through the air vent, breathing calmly and thanking the robin-gods that he hadn't hit a growth spurt recently. "Robin in place."

If he could just keep his communications to a minimum it would all work out fine, Tim told himself. In a few moments he was through the vent and into the lab, booting up the nearest computer and accessing the database with ease.

"There's no sign of anything even remotely illicit, except for maybe some criminal accounting. Half of the funds that were meant for cancer research are going to what is essentially a less effective version of Viagra. It's an interesting compound though. I mean, it would probably be effective in treating a number of--"


Tim froze, remembering suddenly that he was thinking out loud. "Sorry."

Maybe they hadn't noticed? Maybe Dick had the same tendency to ramble on in his mind and there wouldn't be a problem.

"Pull back, meet at rendezvous point 4."

A little wiggling and a moment in which he neatly avoided having to dislocate his own shoulder and Tim found himself with the rest of the team. They stood in a circle around the spruce tree that was their meeting point, watching him approach.

"What there a problem?" He asked, "I only barely got everything onto a flash drive. Was someone caught?"

Artemis, Superboy, Aqualad, and Artemis drew together as he came closer, their eyes cold.

"Yeah." Superboy said finally, glaring at Tim as his biceps flexed dangerously, "You."


"You're not Robin," M'gann accused, "You don't think like Robin."

"Who the hell are you?" Kaldur asked.

Tim swallowed, mourning the end of his time as part of the team. Once Batman found out he would...

Well, Tim had never failed an undercover mission before so he wasn't quite sure what Batman would do.

"why don't we talk to Batman about this." He said finally, in as calm a voice as he could muster. Superboy looked furious, betrayed. Tim felt a little bit like he'd kicked a really adorable puppy that he wanted to date. "I'll explain everything."

"You'd better." Superboy said, "And if you try anything on the way--"

"--I won't." Tim told him, "I promise."

The ride back to Mount Justice was tense and silent. Tim spent the time thinking about how lucky Dick had been to be a part of this team, and how much he would miss it now that it was all over.

"Green to Red." Tim muttered into his comm unit as Superboy and the rest of the team marched him up to the entrance of Mount Justice, "Come in."

"Mmmmrm?" The static of the radio gave way to Dick's voice, still strained from being sick and not quite awake.

"Cover's blown."

"Oh." Tim could hear Dick stifling a yawn, "Well that didn't take long."

"Red!" Tim hissed, trying to keep his voice low. There was an eighty percent chance that Superboy could hear every word they were saying, but it wasn't as though Tim were leaking anything particularly sensitive.

"What?" Dick mumbled, "It's not like you could pretend to be me for that long anyway. What's the big deal?"

The big deal was that the team would never trust Tim again. That his introduction to them was steeped in deception. That Bruce would be furious with him for failing at something so simple and Superboy would never trust him again. Tim had never been very good with his peers and he had hoped that maybe a group of other heroes would have been easier.

He didn't say any of that. "Nothing," He muttered instead, "By the way, I thought you should know that Kid Flash is sick. It must be quite a bug to make him feel ill."

There was a long pause where the line cracked a bit before Dick said, "What?"

"Think about it." Tim told him, "Green out."

He turned off the comm just as they entered through the portal. The AI read out their names and identification numbers as they stepped into the main room.

Tim almost flinched at the sound of that vaguely female voice announcing him as "Designation B01, Robin."

Kid Flash was waiting for them at the door, zipping back and forth in his excitement.

"Hey guys!" He didn't wait for them to speak first, "You're back! I'm feeling a lot better. Metabolism of steel, right? Was the mission okay? You're looking kind of down--"

"We need to talk to Batman." Aqualad interrupted, "Now."

"What? Why?" Wally came to a stop with his arm around Tim's shoulders. The contact was strange for Tim (he hadn't had someone besides Dick or Alfred be that physical with him ever), but it was also nice. He would be sad to see it go.

"He's not Robin." Superboy growled out. His voice was so deep that Tim could feel it in his sternum, "He's an impostor."

"What?" Tim felt Wally stiffen up and pull away.

"How did he get past the security scan?" M'gann wondered out loud.

"Where's the real Robin?" Wally demanded, his entire frame tense with anger and worry "What have you done with him?"

"I-- I didn't do anything to him!" Tim protested.

"He's right."

Six heads spun around to see Batman striding into the room as though he owned it (he did). He stopped next to Tim, resting his hand on Tim's shoulder in what might have been support or possibly disapproval.

"Batman." Superboy said in that deep voice, "What the hell is going on here?"

Batman didn't respond, instead turning his full attention on Tim. It always felt a little bit like being looked into and it usually made Tim want to hide. Usually Dick was around to create a distraction, leeching off the uncomfortable attention when Tim needed it most, but now Tim was alone and defenseless in the line of Bruce's stare.

"Your assignment was to remain unnoticed for the full three days." Batman reminded him, "And you have failed."

Tim nodded, not trusting his voice. He found himself blinking furiously against tears at the thought of disappointing Bruce. He wasn't usually the one who messed up.

"However," Batman continued, "You managed to disguise yourself as a member of a team for two days, under the eye of a telepath. The attempt was commendable."

It didn't make Tim feel better, "Thank you, sir."

"I'm also impressed with all of you," Batman said to the group, "For discovering the presence of a highly trained operative in your midst in such a short period of time."

"What?" Wally said after a moment, "This was all a test? Where is the real Robin?"

"Everything is a test." Tim said quietly. With Bruce there (watching him, the animosity of his teammates, and no longer having to pretend to be Dick, he found himself retreating into his habitual shyness. Tim wanted nothing more than to hide in Bruce's cape and pretend there was no one watching.

He settled for crossing his arms and looking at the ground.

"You pass." Batman told them, "Even you." He reminded Tim.

"I guess." Tim muttered.

Wally opened his mouth to shout again, but Kaldur had the presence of mind to interrupt him, "I think we would all like to know where our Robin is, and who it is you've replaced him with."

There was a twitch in the corner of Batman's mouth that Tim knew meant he was laughing somewhere deep inside.

"This is Robin." Batman informed them, "Robin Green, to be specific. He has been operating as my partner for the last two years."

"Two and a half." Tim corrected quietly.

"The Robin you have been working with for the last six months is technically codenamed Robin Red. We decided that he would be the best choice for this team because of his greater experience and his... extroverted tendencies."

Tim cleared his throat, "Red has mono." He announced, "We figured it would be better for the team if I took his place for the time-being but-- I mean, if you don't want me around I would understand."

"I-- We--" Wally sputtered, "You lied to us."

"Yeah," Tim said, "sorry."

"We're going to have to talk it over as a team." Kaldur said, "If you'll give us a moment."

Tim watched the team (not his team) as they headed into the living area for their talk. Superboy threw a parting glare over his shoulder just before the door slid shut.

Tim wanted to run. Maybe all the way back home to Gotham. As much as he had wanted the charade to work out, he had known all along that it would end up like this.

"It's going to be alright, Robin." Bruce's hand was still on his shoulder.

"No it isn't." Tim could feel himself tensing, "At worst they're never going to trust you or Red again. At best they'll let Red back and they'll never want to see me again."

Batman looked down at Tim with the slight frown that meant he was thinking.

"Why did you want to attempt this mission?" He asked at length.

"I-- I wanted to be helpful."

"Don't be a liar." Batman growled.

"I did." Tim insisted, "I always want to be helpful. I also wanted to-- I don't know."

Batman was looking down at Tim like he'd never seen him before. It was disconcerting.

"I guess..." Tim continued on, "I guess I was a little bit jealous of D-- Red. I wanted to see what it was like."

"Why didn't you just ask me?" Bruce finally asked. He wasn't speaking in the bat-voice anymore. It was the 'confused dad' voice. The voice that came out the first time Dick had commented on the attractiveness of a suspect. The voice that Bruce used when Dick complained about bedtimes and homework and being grounded.

Tim had never elicited that voice. He hated that voice. Bruce's urge to parent was worse, in Tim's mind, than any bat-level disappointment. Tim hadn't needed parenting since he was six.

"It was an unnecessary urge." Tim said, crushing the small voice in the back of his head that was wailing 'because Dick get everything!', "You chose Red for this assignment based on specific abilities and personality traits which I lack. I would have been poorly suited to working with such an inexperienced group, and I get adequate socialization with my peers from school, so..."

Batman's eyes narrowed and Tim was, once again, on comfortable ground.

"We'll discuss this at home." he said.

"Great." Tim agreed, "Lets go."

"On Sunday." Batman added.

"What?" Tim glared up at his mentor, "I have to stay another night? They don't want me here!"

"It has come to my attention that you would benefit from greater socialization with your peers." Batman told him sternly. "Stay the night. Work it out."


"I'll see you tomorrow."


Batman activated his league teleporter and was gone, leaving Tim alone with a team that most likely wanted him gone.

Tim clicked on his comm, instantly hearing Dick's snores across the line.

"This is all your fault." He growled. Dick slept on.

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He was considering riding the redbird back home despite Bruce's orders when Kaldur arrived from the other room. The rest of the team followed Kaldur out until they were standing in front of Tim with matching frowns. It was a little bit like facing off against a group of mobsters.

Closed off body language in everyone but M'gann indicated to Tim that none of them were very pleased. He tried to keep himself relaxed and open, despite a desire to do exactly the opposite, with his hands loose and his feet a shoulder width apart.

Body-language, Tim reminded himself as they watched him carefully, was an important part of threat-assessment even in untrained teenagers. He swallowed hard.

Tim just hoped that their decision left him with a place to sleep for the night and no broken bones.

"You lied to us," Kadlur began, "and you pretended to be our friend. We're all going to have a hard time getting over something like that."

Tim opened his mouth to say something, anything, but a sharp look from Artemis made him close it without a sound.

"That said," Kaldur continued, "Batman trusts you and so does our Robin. So..."

"I get to stay?" Tim desperately hoped that he didn't actually sound as, well, desperate as it seemed. "I mean... for the duration of course."

"Yeah." Superboy cut in, "But there's some ground rules you're going to have to follow while you're here."

"Of course." Tim wasn't smiling (he was good at not smiling) but he was not smiling really hard.

"First, you have to stop pretending to be our Robin. It's weird."

Our Robin. Tim felt his desire to smile shrink just a little. "Sure."

"And we won't be taking you on any missions until..."

"Until you're sure of me." Tim finished for him, "That's probably a good idea."

"--And keep out of the oreos." M'gann finished, "If you've got all that then... I guess we're all set?"

The team nodded.

"Great!" Artemis said, heading for the lounge, "I've got Drunken Master for anyone who's cool. Someone get popcorn."

It was as if a rubber-band had been snapped, or a switch flipped, or something. Nearly everyone was suddenly relaxed and ready for a night of fun and socializing, the tense air evaporated instantly. Tim found himself almost alone in seconds.

Almost alone because there was still one member of the team hanging back with him. Wally shifted from foot to foot in front of him, obviously not as (seemingly) comfortable with Tim's presence as the others.

"So..." Wally began.

Tim was tired of the emotionally draining confrontations. Better get this over with as quickly as possible. "So how long have you been dating my brother?"

Wally blinked, swallowed hard, shuffled a bit more, "Three weeks?"

Tim sniffed. "Three weeks and you've already passed on an infectious disease?"

"Hey, I didn't even know I had that! I didn't even know I could have it 'cause of the speediness and stuff."


"I just... Batman doesn't know does he?"

"I don't know." Tim admitted, "He might not know. He might be pretending that he doesn't just so he can humiliate you at the best moment."

"--Damn." Wally's voice was a little shaky.

"I wouldn't worry too much about Batman." Tim said in his deepest and most frightening bat-voice.

Wally swallowed heavily again, "We're-- We're cool right? You and me, I mean."

"Sure." Tim said, "So long as my brother stays healthy and happy from now on. We'll be cool. Catch my drift?"


"I'm glad we had this talk." Tim had never gotten to play the protective sibling before. It was nice.

"Uh... Me too."

Channeling Dick just a little, Tim gave Wally a shark-like grin before heading in to watch the movie. He didn't let his apprehension show, dealing with the team as a whole was going to be way harder than dealing with just Wally.

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quick note: Hello everyone and sorry that this took so very long to update! The end of the semester/finals hit me like a ton of bricks. On the other hand I'm probably going to graduate from college now!

Sunday dawned bright and awkward and Tim went down to breakfast with low expectations. Expecting something horrible to happen, Tim had realized long ago, was the best way to be pleasantly surprised when it went right and prepared when everything went as planned.

Just in case, Tim decided to add a few more smoke bombs to his belt.

M'gann and Superboy were already there when Tim arrived, drinking milk and eating cereal. Tim felt a brief hesitation at the threshold, feeling a little awkward about joining them and a little turned on by that fact that Superboy obviously never slept with a shirt on.

Mmm. Abs. And no belly button, which really didn't make sense to Tim once he thought about it because even clones needed to get nutrients somehow and the technology behind that must have been complex.

Tim wasn't sure if he was more turned on by the sight of Superboy's naked chest or the idea that someone out there had designed a method of transferring important compounds through the skin.

He also wasn't sure exactly how to introduce himself to this new you-know-who-I-am morning situation. He settled on moving into the room and sliding onto one of those too-tall stools before anyone could speak.

"Robin." M'gann said with a smile.

"Miss Martian."




"Weird Robin."

"Good morning, Kid Flash."

Tim looked over at Wally, poised at the kitchen entrance in much the same way Tim had been just moments earlier. He was looking back with an expression of general grumpiness.

"Good morning KF." Tim said with a smile that was all his own.

"Weird." Wally muttered, moving in to steal Superboy's bowl of Tasty-Os.

"We should be nice to Ro-- the new-- This Robin," M'gann chided, giving Wally a stern look.

"You can call me Green, if you like." Tim told them, "Or just Robin, unless that's confusing."

"It's confusing anyway." Wally was nearly pouting, "I mean, he looks just like our Robin. The same one I was ki-- hanging out with last week! How are we supposed to tell them apart?"

"My eyes are green. And I nearly three quarters of an inch shorter." It was a sticking point between the two of them. Tim has spent a good six months wearing shoe-lifts after Dick's latest growth spurt.

"a whole three quarters of an inch?!" Wally gasped in feigned shock, "Big freaking deal!"

"Don't be rude, Kid." Superboy growled, "And give me back my cereal."

Tim giggled a little at the offended look on Wally's face, on the inside. He rarely did anything of the sort out loud.

"Arrgh! No." Wally growled, before leaving in a blur of color.

"What's his problem?"

M'gann rolled her eyes at Superboy, propping her hand on one hip in a ways that plainly said she was about to impart some female wisdom. "Duh, Superboy. He's really close with our- with the other Robin. Of course he's going to have a hard time with green.

"If they're that close than Kid Flash should have noticed that we're different people." Tim pointed out.

"Green." M'gann hissed at him in shock. Superboy blinked at him, obviously a little taken aback.

Shit. That had come out quite a bit meaner than he would have liked. On the other hand, most of the things Tim said did that. It still wasn't a great way to make a first impression.

Too late to take it back now.

"I'm going to... Um..." Leave, he wanted to say. Go someplace where he couldn't put his foot in his mouth in front of the guy who-- in front of his new teammates. Dick's room had comic books in it.

M'gann and Superboy shared a quick and undecipherable look before turning to him with matching uncomfortable-smiles.

"We usually watch the news in the morning, checking for emergencies. Do you want to join us?"

"Sure." Tim smiled back. Maybe being teammates with these people wouldn't be so hard.

On the other hand, he glanced down at Superboy's ass as he followed him to the lounge area, it might end up being quite hard.

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Just noticed the RIDICULOUS number of errors in the last part. All that will be cleaned up in the final edited piece. In the mean time, please accept my apologies.

All in all, Tim thought, his first weekend as a member of the team had gone well. He smiled to himself as he neatened up Dick's room, getting ready for Batman to come pick him up.

They'd spent the day watching the political pundits (Tim had a tendency to shout at the screen, something which most likely endeared him to no one) and eating popcorn and fighting no crime whatsoever. It was most likely for the best, Tim thought, considering the fact that he hadn't trained with the team at all.

In a fight he could always pretend to be Dick, do the things that Dick would do to the best of his ability, but pretending to be Dick had it's limitations. Namely that he wasn't Dick.

And the team didn't know Tim's fighting style, wouldn't expect the ways that Tim would act. It would be like the first few missions with Dick all over again.

...Well, almost. Tim would never run off on a group of completely unknown potential allies. He'd been shocked, hearing that story from Dick.

It was a little more shocking, Tim thought, that he would soon have his own stories to tell.

Awesome. Tim headed towards the hanger with a smile on his face.

And stopped short at the sound of numerous voices in the kitchen. A meeting?

"I think he's cute."

M'gann's voice. A meeting about him. Tim slid down as low as he could and crept closer, leaning in to hear.

"I'm unsure about his ability. Isn't he younger than our Robin?"

Kaldur. Tim figured he was more concerned about their missions working out than anything else. Team dynamics play into that sort of thing, Tim mentally reminded him.

"Why are we even having this meeting? Did you guys have a meeting about me? Ohmigod, you did!"

Artemis. Obviously not any more interested in Tim's place on the team so long as it didn't threaten her position. It smacked of insecurity about belonging and deserving. Tim took a mental note on the subject.

"I just don't see why we need another Robin. The one we have is just fine! More than fine, even."

And there was Wally. He sounded almost as frustrated at the idea of having to deal with Tim as Tim felt about having to deal with him. Dick had started dating last year and it had been an adjustment to suddenly have to share his sort-of-brother with people he had never even met.

Wally was the first one of Dick's paramours that Tim had ever seen. Not that he hadn't heard enough about it directly from the source.

"Superboy, what do you think?"

Tim was desperately, desperately hoping that Superboy was going to say something at least a little nice about him. They had just met, so Tim didn't expect a glowing review. But M'gann had thought he was cute so maybe Superboy would think something similar?

"I think..." Superboy's voice rumbled out a few octaves lover than anyone else's, "He's a little weird. I don't know how to feel about this whole thing."

A little weird. That wasn't so bad. There were a lot worse things that Superboy could think about him than 'a little weird'...

...Who was he kidding? Tim felt crushed. He didn't just want Superboy to tolerate him, he wanted Superboy to like him. The way Wally liked Dick.

The way everyone liked Dick.

Tim's communicator gave an almost imperceptible vibration, Bruce had arrived to take him home.

He turned away from the gathering in the kitchen, deciding to avoid saying goodbye this time. The team might not like him, but he was going to have to work with them for the foreseeable future. Admitting that he'd eavesdropped was not the best way to get into their good graces.

It didn't matter if they liked him, Tim reminded himself, they just had to be able to work with him.

Batman was waiting for him on the roof.

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Well, after some life crap and the longest ever writers-block, I decided to re-write it. The first two parts, re-done and substantially longer, can be found HERE at my dreamwidth and HERE at my livejournal.

More is forthcoming! I promise!

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