The Young Justice: Animated Anonymous Fic Meme


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THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE


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. :)

In-progress Delicious account.

Long Prompt is long

(Anonymous)

2011-02-19 12:01 am (UTC)

The Batman:TAS episodes "Robin's Reckoning" part I and II are pretty amazing. I'd love to see that incorporated into the YJ universe.

Batman sends the team to bust up an extortion ring trying to damage a high-rise under construction. On the mission the team manages to catch one of the crooks and finds out that they're working for "Billy Marrin". Batman then becomes distant and takes the team off the case, much to everyone's confusion. Robin, put off with the fact that they aren't on the mission anymore, hacks the system and finds out that "Billy Marrin" is actually an alias for Tony Zucco, the man responsible for the deaths of his family.

Robin goes off on his own to get revenge on his parent's death, much to the distress of his teammates and Batman. Robin gets to Zucco, planning to kill him but at the last second realizes it's not worth it. Zucco then orders his henchmen to attack Robin before he has a chance to leave, and the YJ team and Batman bust in and save his life. Zucco gets arrested, everyone is happy.

Bonus points: Awesome DaddyBats doing everything to protect Robin. (the episode was really touching, with Batman admitting he took Robin off the case because he didn't want to lose him).

Super awesome bonus points: If you're able to incorporate some Wally/Dick into the fic, because that is my OTP like woah.

Re: Long Prompt is long

(Anonymous)

2011-02-19 12:10 am (UTC)

OH MY GOD. I was watching this not long ago. Those episodes, ffffuuuu. Love. YES. Seconded.

Can I also add that it would be awesome to include the flashback scenes the episode has, where Bruce is all Daddy-like to Dick before he becomes Robin and they hug and it's so adorable?

Re: Long Prompt is long

(Anonymous)

2011-02-19 01:07 am (UTC)

Those episodes are heart-wrenching...I'm getting all wibbly just thinking about it. I would read anything based on them. <3

Re: Long Prompt is long

(Anonymous)

2011-02-19 01:27 am (UTC)

They really are. <3 Ngl, I think what I want most to see in YJ is an episode focusing on Dick Grayson's past, because those episodes in TAS were AMAZING and I think the YJ writing team are talented enough to pull it off.

Gah, please. Someone make it happen!

Re: Long Prompt is long

(Anonymous)

2011-02-19 12:15 pm (UTC)

yessss Yesssss YESSSSSSS.

Re: Long Prompt is long

(Anonymous)

2011-02-19 11:58 pm (UTC)

So...uh...

¬_¬

Can I put tentative dibs on this? I have Ideas. Epic ones. But I'm not super firm on character voices, and anyway young!impetuous!Dick is going to have slightly different responses than in-college!Dick, so I need to mess around a little bit with tone first.

Someone else can fill in the meantime, of course! But if I don't post a dibs, I'll get distracted and never write anything, and I want to write this like woah.

Can newbie!anon work on this?

Newbie!Anon is more than welcome to work on this! :D

Re: OP

(Anonymous)

2011-02-23 06:07 am (UTC)

Sorry, OP! The hard part of life ate me a little, but I'm still working on this! I've got the whole thing planned out, and some time boxed off tomorrow.

Maybe the first part by Thursday? *fingers crossed* Newbie!Anon will try her hardest!

Hammurabi's Robin 1a/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-02 06:20 am (UTC)

/Okay, fail!Writeranon has to post SOMETHING or she'll continue to let herself get distracted by Forever Dead cars and broken sinks and major presentations and other unimportant things. SO SORRY, OP. ;-; I hope you haven't given up on this prompt! Here's part 1, more to come (hopefully) soon, since now there well be PRESSURE./


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Robin cocked his head curiously, face turned up to a large monitor displaying the image of his mentor. “You mean you don’t want us to track the guy down tonight? That doesn’t seem like a good idea. He’s got to know we’re onto him, he could run if we don’t—”

“No. I don’t want you going after him at all. I’m taking you off the mission.”

Small sounds of protest and surprise broke from the five teens arrayed behind Robin.

Robin himself only frowned faintly, trying to work through his mentor’s logic. “That doesn’t make sense,” he said at last. “We’re the ones who found the guy, and we’re closer. Besides, you gave this to us; it’s our mission to—”

“Not anymore it’s not."

Robin stood, hands planted on either side of the keyboard he’d used to transmit the data that resulted in Batman’s uncharacteristic reversal of orders. “But—”

“This isn’t a job for your team,” Batman said flatly. “I’ll take care of it.”

“But you—!”

“Stay out of trouble. I’ll come get you when it’s over.”

“You’ll come get me,” his protege echoed disbelievingly.

“You need to be in Gotham for a few days.”

“A few—”

“Stay out of trouble,” he said again.

Then the connection ended, and he was gone.

Robin dropped back into his seat, clearly flabbergasted. “This is not whelming at all,” he said firmly.

“Is this guy a Gothamite or something?” Kid Flash prompted.

“Not one I’ve ever heard of. And trust me, I’ve heard of them all. But I wonder…” The tech savvy hero leaned forward, fingers flying over the keys.

“Maybe Batman knows something we don’t.” M’gann smiled when the others glanced at her. “He could be trying to protect us.”

Artemas’ lip curled. “From an extortionist? Are you kidding?”

“Maybe we should go after him anyway.” Superboy crossed his arms, frowning deeply. “Robin’s right; we’re the ones who found him.”

“Batman is in charge of deploying us,” Kaldur said calmly. “If he wishes to remove us from a mission, he is under no obligation to explain his reasoning. …Although,” he added, “I am reluctant to abandon any mission half-way through.”

Robin made a soft, thoughtful sound, more attention devoted to the system than the debate. “Billy Marrin,” he mused. “Who are you, anyway?” He accessed a list of aliases, scrolling through them quickly.

A name caught his attention. His blood froze, then burned.

And he understood.

Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-02 06:21 am (UTC)

“Batman’s right,” he said, his own voice ringing oddly in his ears. “This isn’t a mission for Young Justice.”

Artemas scowled at the back of his head. “Why not?”

“He used to operate in Gotham, but he got away. I’ve— We. We’ve been looking for him for…a long time.” The young hero tipped his head into shadow so they couldn’t see even a trace of his expression. “I’m going to double-check Batman’s research. You guys go to dinner; I’ll catch up.”

His teammates hesitated. Something about his tone or body language or just the absence of any kind of smile or smirk was…unsettling.

Robin turned so they could almost, almost see his full profile. “Go,” he said, more than a suggestion but not quite a command, darkness lurking somewhere under the syllable.

Wally hung back as the others left, nodding when Kaldur looked at him questioningly: He would find out what was wrong with their little bird, if he could. Once they were alone, Wally stepped up next to Robin. “Hey.” He touched Robin’s shoulder gently. “It’s just me. Are you okay?”

The Boy Wonder didn’t shrug him off, exactly, but he was tense under his friend’s hold. “I’m fine,” he said, still with that odd undercurrent of utter cold. He turned back to the console. “Go eat. Save me something for later.”

“Something’s wrong,” Wally pointed out. “Is it that Marrin guy? I’m sure we can working something out with Bats, maybe help with the take-down—”

No.” Robin’s voice, soft and low, made every hair on Wally’s arms stand on end. “…Marrin…has a…special history in Gotham. Young Justice doesn’t have a place in what’s coming for him.”

Wally’s heart thundered, every fight-or-flight instinct screaming at him. “Robin—”

“Go away, Wally.”

Wally did, if only so he could get the others to help him call for someone else in the League to come over quickly. Something was desperately wrong with Robin.

He glanced back the moment before the door closed behind him, just in time to see Robin stand. He reached out, stretching to touch just his fingertips to the image of Billy Marrin. His face was turned up, drenched in the glow of the monitor. The play of light and shadow should have been beautiful.

It was terrifying.

Then Robin whispered a single reverent word.

“Finally.”

It echoed in Wally’s head until he could hear nothing else, even when they were calling the League.

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-02 08:46 am (UTC)

0o0 so totally EPIC!!!!! cant wait to see the rest whenever u get time Annon!!!!!

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-02 07:13 pm (UTC)

This is absolutely amazing so far, writer!anon. Hate to pressure you, but I would LOVE to see more.

Please, pleeeeease continue soon.

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-02 07:26 pm (UTC)

holy fuck I need more like air

this is incredible.

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-04 01:42 am (UTC)

THIS. this is what i've needed all my life! can't wait for more anon!

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-04 06:26 pm (UTC)

OP: I LOVE YOU. SO MUCH. ALDSFJA;SLKDFJ BEAR MY CHILDREN YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING.

Sorry bout the excitement, I'm just so happy my prompt is being filled so beautifully! <3

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-04 06:55 pm (UTC)

I'm so glad, OP! I would've had more up sooner, but it's been One Of Those Weeks D= (I'm on my way out to get some coffee, though. PLOT BUNNIES BE WITH ME.)

Actually I'm glad to hear from you, 'cause I had a question. This is going to take Robin to a fairly dark place, and it doesn't end exactly the way you specified. (I still think you'll like it though~) Is that okay?

COFFEE. COMICS STORE IMPORTANT ERRANDS IN TOWN. WRITING. IN THAT ORDER, OP--PROMISE!

(If I ever wanted to have babies (oh, auugh, no thanks, SO LOUD) I would want them to be yours for this awesome prompt)

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 1b/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-15 04:23 am (UTC)

OP: Sorry I took so long to respond, but do whatever you want with the fic. :P

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 2

(Anonymous)

2011-03-06 06:51 am (UTC)

/ ...SHIT. Every time I'm sure I can devote some time to writing, SOMEONE HAS A LIFE CRISIS. TOMORROW. FOR SURE. /

Robin was gone.

They guessed what had happened, of course, when he didn’t ever join them for dinner.

“It’s that Marrin guy,” Wally hissed, rushing ahead of the others to check on whatever research the Boy Wonder had uncovered before vanishing. “Something about him really got to Rob; apparently he worked in Gotham a while back.” He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the rest of the team was assembled behind him before typing in the command that should have displayed all the information in their system even remotely connected to Marrin.

The computer returned zero results.

“…That can’t be,” Wally said firmly, as though his conviction alone would force the program to generate a different response. He entered the same initial search request, following it up with a wide assortment of variant spellings and keywords that grew steadily more loosely related. “He wouldn’t. Robin wouldn’t wipe Marrin from the system. This thing accesses the Justice League’s databases, he wouldn't be that stupid—!”

Kaldur put a hand on Wally’s shoulder, stilling the younger boy’s frantic keystrokes. He didn’t say anything, but a sense of deep foreboding sank through his stomach as he looked up at the screen, watching the No Results icon flash.

Realization settled in stages:

Robin had discovered some kind of vital information related to the central figure of their latest mission. Instead of sharing his revelation, he had hidden it by sending them away (like children, inferiors—clumsy playmates he could dismiss when they did not suit him). Then he had systematically hacked into both their own encrypted databases and the Justice League’s in order to locate and destroy all evidence of that same information.

He had run from them.

The intel necessary to track him, to understand his madness, was gone.

Robin was gone, could be anywhere, doing anything, injured or in danger or lost, and how could they help him if he was just gone?

It couldn’t get any worse.


(Of course it could.)


In a cave near a city fractured by darkness, a hero sat at his computer and accessed a secret file he had long ago created for the sake of a newly orphaned child.

It was empty.

His research was gone.

And so was his son.

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 2

(Anonymous)

2011-03-06 08:02 am (UTC)

EEEEE SO GOOD I WAS WAITING FOR THIS
You are writing this really well, filleranon!

Hammurabi's Robin 3

(Anonymous)

2011-03-07 07:31 am (UTC)

They looked for him, in all the quaint old-fashioned ways. He had gutted the heart of their technological advantages, but they could run. They could fly. They could use their eyes and ears and the strength of their bodies.

Robin was a paragon of stealth, a creature of extraordinary cunning and grace, but he wasn’t perfect.

Kid Flash did a survey of the base and found a ’cycle missing.

Superboy studied the ground and found new tire tracks.

Miss Martian flew high and saw where the road led.

Artemis listened to their information and recognized the city.

Aqualad gathered them together and laid out a plan.

They would find him.

They would catch him.

And they would ask him—

Robin. Teammate, friend. Brother.

Why?



Batman didn’t waste time with tire tracks or the most likely route taken by a missing ’cycle. His data was lost, but the information remained. He knew who Marrin really was, knew what he’d done, where he’d fled.

Knew where he was hiding.

So he didn’t need clues to find Robin.

(A small body fights him, fights his hold, fights hard and dirty to get at the man who had ruined his world. A small voice cries, “I hate him, I hate him! Let me go I’ll kill him!” And the child is young but Batman believes him so he holds on tighter, pulls him close, folds him into the dark of his cape, and vows to teach him a better way to use his anger.

But that anger still remains, as black and vicious as ever.

And they both know it’s there.)

He just needed to get to Zucco before Dick Grayson did.

Hammurabi's Robin 4

(Anonymous)

2011-03-08 09:16 am (UTC)

/So apparently the trick is to just refuse to go to bed unless I've posted something. Thank you, Spring Break, for enabling me. (SHUT UP, SPRING BREAK HOMEWORK, NO ONE LIKES YOU.) Gettin' kinda dark now, but don't worry. It'll get worse~/



It didn’t take long to find the condemned office building where Zucco was squatting.

A rathole, dilapidated and crumbing—fitting.

Robin settled onto the roof of an adjoining building to establish the watch pattern as he had once been taught.

(Information is your greatest weapon. The enemy might be stronger or bigger or better armed, but with the right information, he will not be able to stop you. Learn your opponent, and success is inevitable.)

Three guards outside, counter-clockwise patrol, sloppy and loud and lazy, drinking and smoking and careless.

Disgusting.

Robin picked them off quietly, one by one, stringing them up for later. For the police or the mafia or the storm building in the east.

Whatever.

He slipped through a second-story window, creeping in the darkness, stalking Zucco, feeling his presence in the room below like a brand in his chest, white-hot and burning, bright like hate, sharp like vengeance, oozing out like blood in the center ring—

And all he really wanted was to make him hurt, make him pay, now before anyone could stop him, he was right there and all Dick had to do was go down a flight of stairs and through a rotting door and teach him to regret—

(Stop. Wait. Be patient. Don’t fall into the hands of the enemy. Always make your opponent play to your strengths; draw him into your arena. Charging in recklessly will get you killed. Lay your traps. Make your target be the mechanism of his own defeat.)


He made a little sound, and waited.

Caught one of the last two hired stooges and strung him up. Made another small sound.

Waited.

Then there was only

(screams in the big top but he couldn’t hear them, not over the roaring in his ears, the gasps that were the last sounds they would ever make other than the splintering of their bodies, the thud of his whole world hitting the ground like the thud of a sandbag, the snap of a rope their rope snapped it snapped how could it snap so cleanly—

Cut.

Cut.

someone cut the rope)


Zucco.

He went outside, just in the darkness, the shadow where guards should have been, and kicked a bottle to the ground.

Zucco.

“What’s with all the goddamn racket out here?”

Zucco.

Finally.

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 4

(Anonymous)

2011-03-08 03:20 pm (UTC)

I'm holding my breath here.

F5!F5!F5!F5!F5!

Re: Hammurabi's Robin 4

(Anonymous)

2011-03-09 12:26 am (UTC)

*squeaks* (speechless)

jkhr;h;gdkjds this is so good.. ;_;

Hammurabi's Robin 5/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-12 12:09 pm (UTC)

/I'm working on the next part right now. I'm not digging the direction it's trying to take, though, so I have to beat it into submission. Maybe soon though? /



When they got close enough, they were able to track him by collateral damage.

There were muscle men hanging from light posts, gagged and squirming uselessly. Bottles were broken; small cans and other trash kicked over. Two more men were bound inside the crumbling building.

Just outside, in the alleyway, someone had fought. Someone had walked outside and been ambushed, deliberately herded into a corner and—

Dragged up?

They clustered together, boxed where Marrin must have made his last stand, and tipped their heads backward.

Robin was on the roof.

“Why would he go up there?” Artemis wondered while she hooked her bow tightly across her back in preparation to scale the junk.

Miss Martian offered her hand as an alternative. “I’m not sure.”

“A better question would be ‘What’s Robin’s beef with Marrin?’,” Kid Flash muttered. He backed up for the running start he’d need to zip up the wall. Miss Martian lifted into the air beside him, carrying Artemis with her. Aqualad pulled water from rusted pipes, making a platform big enough for both himself and Superboy. In heartbeats, they were gathered on the roof. What they found was—

Robin. And Marrin.

But not as they’d expected.

Marrin was unconscious, bound as his lackeys had been, but not yet mounted for the authorities. The cord that held him ran up and over a crossbeam that stretched out over the alley. The only thing preventing him from dangling over the drop was Robin, who stood at the roof’s edge, one foot planted against the low crumbling wall for leverage. His right hand held Marrin’s rope; the left was fisted in the extortionist’s shirt.

Robin’s cape whipped around him in the wind from the rising storm. He faced away from them, focused on Marrin so they couldn’t quite make out his expression. The lines of his body were tight, coiled and ready, as though his fight was still to come instead of already won.

“Dude!” Kid Flash exclaimed. “What is wrong with you? You hacked the JL databases! Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’ll be in if they ever—”

Aqualad reached out to grip Kid Flash’s shoulder. When the speedster glanced back, he realized the whole of his team was tense, still, waiting for something.

But it was just Robin, who had caught his bad guy. What were they so upset about?

“C’mon, Robin,” he called, turning back to his friend. He motioned at Marrin impatiently. “Tie him up and let’s go.”

Robin’s body shifted, fluid as it ever was, head tilting down and to the side until they could see the full of his profile over his sloping shoulder. His mouth twisted, curling in a vicious display of teeth. “Tie him up?” he echoed. His hands tightened on Marrin and the rope.

“Like hell.”

He shifted his weight and kicked, and Marrin went swinging out into the darkness.

Hammurabi's Robin 6a/?

(Anonymous)

2011-03-12 12:44 pm (UTC)

“Robin, no!”

When Kid Flash tensed to zip forward and take the rope himself, Robin loosened his hold, just enough so the tether slid through his hands. Marrin jerked a few feet closer to his death.

Everyone froze.

“Robin,” Aqualad said firmly, trying to fill his voice with enough authority that the boy might listen. “You took an oath to follow the League’s code when you joined this team. We do not kill.”

“Yeah, well…” Superboy heard Robin’s teeth grit together as his jaw clenched. “Maybe I’m making an exception this time.”

“You can’t mean that,” Miss Martian begged, even as she felt the blackness of his thoughts wash over her. His energy thrummed with chaos and blood.

He did mean it.

Kid Flash walked slowly forward, hands held out in a pacifying gesture. “Listen, let’s just talk this through, Rob. You don’t want to do this—”

“What do you know about it?” Robin snarled. He twisted his body, using his weight to pull Marrin a few feet higher. “He doesn’t get to just walk away from this. Not again.”

“I thought you were one of the good guys,” Artemis sneered.

“Like you’re one to talk,” he spat.

Artemis blinked, badly startled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Maybe we could focus,” Kid Flash said, just a touch hysterically. “Y’know, on the guy hanging off a four-story building?”

“You can’t do this,” Superboy told Robin confidently.

Robin turned to glare at him. “Can’t I?”

“No.” He motioned to Marrin. “That would make you like him, and you hate him too much for that.”

Batman’s protege flinched. “Maybe it would be worth it.” He straightened a little, eyes locked on Marrin. “Maybe I could make it look like an accident. Maybe he tripped. Maybe he fell. Or the line—maybe the line was cut, and there was nothing I could do—”

“Stop it.” Kid Flash was breathing almost as hard as Robin, panting with the effort it took not to run over and snatch the line from Robin’s trembling hold. “Just stop it. You aren’t a murderer, and you can’t do this, Robin, just stop—!”

“I’ve already seen him walk away once!” the teen shouted back. “I’m not— I won’t watch it again! Why does he get to live, anyway?” He snarled at the unconscious man. “He’s the reason good people are dead. Everyone loved them, and they’re gone, and it’s all his fault.

“Why should he get to keep breathing if they had to die—!”


“Robin.”

The boy jerked, expression blanking with shock. He turned to the shadows.

Batman stepped forward, cloaked in darkness, cold and silent.

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