The Young Justice: Animated Anonymous Fic Meme

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

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.

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Superboy has to rescue Superman from some predicament, and then awkward conversation.

New Eyes 1/2

Clark Kent grimaced as his clone arrived on the scene with an earth jarring impact that dented the asphalt and shattered windows for blocks around. The explosion hadn’t done half as much damage.

Clark had been taking a break from work at the Daily Planet, listening to his young friend Jimmy Olsen pour out his troubles when they’d heard explosions and the wall surrounding the LexCorp Lab across the street had crumbled. Clark let Jimmy scramble for his camera then followed the younger man out into the street. He had intended to let the crowd separate them so he could slip away and return as Superman.

The clone’s presence put a wrench in that plan. Superboy was the last person Clark wanted to risk his secret identity around. Cadmus had certainly been up to no good when they made that thing. A small voice chimed in ‘And if you don’t become Superman, you won’t have to deal with him. He doesn’t know Clark Kent from Adam.’ Clark did his best to bury that voice.

With becoming Superman not an option Clark dove into the crowd, determined to stick close to Jimmy in case things went bad.

A robot stepped out of the billowing clouds of smoke coming from the hole in the LexCorp building. It stood roughly eight feet tall with weapons mounted on both arms. ‘The latest LexCorp military contract goes rogue, what a surprise,’ Clark thought sarcastically.

Jimmy dropped to his knees as he broke through the crowd of gawkers, his camera lens whirring as he focused in on the robot and the teenage boy confronting it.

The robot started to bring it’s weapons to bare but the clone ran straight at it. Before a targeting lock could be obtained he’d grabbed the robot’s arm and executed a judo throw that sent the robot smashing back into the Lex Corp building.

‘Canary’s teaching shows,’ Clark thought. ‘But she needs to work on his situational awareness. There might have been people in that building.’

Superboy tried to keep the advantage, going after the robot immediately. He knelt on top of it, punching it repeatedly.

Meanwhile Jimmy climbed up on the rubble that had been a wall moments earlier, trying to get a clear shot of the action.

Clark went after Jimmy, ‘He’s picking up too many of Lois’ habits. Does it even occur to him how much of a target he is right now?’

A cell-phone went off somewhere, the cheerful tune sounding jarringly out of place in the middle of a battle. Superboy’s head snapped around and the robot brought a leg up between them to kick the inexperienced would-be hero away. It pulled itself out of the crater Superboy had been drilling in the concrete and trained it’s machine gun arm on the downed teenager.

Superboy rolled, coming to his feet with bullets tearing up the ground where he’d lain only moments earlier.

The flash from Jimmy’s camera caught the robot’s attention, it turned toward him, machine gun still spitting bullets.

Clark tackled his young friend, pushing Jimmy underneath him, then braced himself to absorb the impact. He prayed that somehow both Jimmy and the clone would miss seeing the bullets bouncing off him.

“No!” Superboy shouted.

The sound of gun fire was suddenly oddly muted and the expected impact never came. Clark glanced up and saw Superboy clinging to the robot’s gun-arm with both hands, the smoking muzzle inches from the tattered S-Shield on the teen’s chest.

The clone’s face was contorted. With a roar he ripped the gun-arm off then used it to batter the robot into scrap metal.

Clark slowly pushed himself off Jimmy, his eyes never leaving his clone. He felt relief warring with disquiet. Jimmy was safe, his secret was safe, but the sheer, uncontrolled destructive force the clone was unleashing horrified him. ‘What if it had been a manned-vehicle?’ Clark wondered as the clone stomped on a servo motor with enough life left in it for it’s gears to grind together like a high-pitched death rattle.

New Eyes 2/3

Jimmy scrambled to his feet. “Come on CK! Maybe he’ll talk to us.” He hesitated as the angry looking clone continued demolishing any bit of the robot that still moved. “Perry’ll have a fit if we don’t try to get an interview, and Lois...”

Clark rolled his eyes. Lois had taken an interest in finding out just how the boy wearing the S-Shield was connected to Superman that went way beyond professional curiosity. “Why don’t you take the lead,” he suggested. “You’re closer to his age, might put him at ease.”

Jimmy took in the dark scowl on the powerful Meta’s face and gulped. “Lois WILL kill me,” he muttered. “Him, I’m not sure about.” He plastered a bright shiny smile on and started walking toward the clone. “Hi, Superboy? Mind talking for a moment? I’m Jimmy Olsen of the Daily Planet. This is Clark Kent.”

Superboy glanced at Jimmy. “Talk to me? Why?”

“We’ve interviewed Superman before. Talking is sort of what reporters do, ya know,” Jimmy grinned nervously. “Ask all the questions everyone else is just thinking. Clark and I were just having coffee, why don’t you join us?”

“Coffee? And cookies?” It could have been Clark’s five-year-old neighbor asking. “I like cookies, even Megan’s”

Without thinking Clark found himself smiling and asking “EVEN Megan’s?”

“Not the ones that are black all the way through,” the boy amended.

Jimmy’s smile became more natural. “Coffee and cookies it is.” With renewed confidence he steered Superboy across the street to the coffee shop.

Superboy flushed when he noticed the broken glass and empty window panes. “Forgot to bend my knees when I landed again,” he muttered to himself. “Gotta stop that.”

Once they were settled at a table Jimmy asked. “You show up around Metropolis wearing the S-Shield, looking like you do... Well, I got ask, are you Superman’s son?”

Both Clark and his clone flinched.

“I’m a clone,” Superboy answered tersely. “Cadmus stole Superman’s DNA and made me to be their weapon.” Then his expression gentled. “Canary says it doesn’t matter why I was made. She says I’m not a weapon as long as I use my power for things I believe in. They’re a weapon, but I’m not. Unless I let myself be used.” After a moment's hesitation he added, “Superman doesn’t think I should exist.”

Clark sat back so fast he knocked his chair over. Logically he knew it wasn’t the clone’s fault and it had been years since he and Lana Lang had quietly decided to go their separate ways but seeing the boy outside of Cadmus for the first time, it had been like taking a hit from Darksied. He and Lana couldn’t have the children she wanted but a mad scientists could still steal his DNA and make a child-weapon for their twisted purposes. He hadn’t really thought about Superboy's take on his reactions.

Jimmy looked almost as uncomfortable as the other two with the turn the conversation had taken. “I’m sure once Superman gets used to you... You know it’s kind of a shock for a guy when a teenaged son turns up out of the blue.”

‘And according to Bruce he lacks the social background to understand anything more than that I don’t want anything to do with him,’ Clark thought suddenly remembering one of the lectures he’d refused to listen to. Looking at the boy now, he was seeing Bruce’s point.

“I’m not thirteen to nineteen,” Superboy corrected,in a spurt of literal mindedness. “It’s been six months since I was released from Cadmus’ growth-tank.”

‘Which doesn’t make it easier,’ Clark thought to himself.

A timer went off in the kitchen and Superboy grimaced as if it were nails on a chalkboard.

‘Have to give Bruce pointers on dealing with superhearing to pass along,' Clark thought to himself.

New Eyes 3/3

“So, what brought you to Metropolis today?” Jimmy asked. “We haven’t seen you since the bridge incident where you helped Superman.”

“Screwed up and got in the way,” Superboy muttered. He shifted and glanced away. “Batman’s gonna lecture, said I shouldn’t try to force things, just make a bigger mess. But...” he rubbed at one ear and grimaced again. “They don’t understand. Everything’s too loud. The noise hurt worse than the bullets this time.”

The comment drew both Clark and Jimmy’s eyes back to the bullet riddled tee-shirt. Jimmy was the one who found his voice first. “You’re bruising,” he said, his voice thick with disbelief.

Superboy shrugged. It wasn’t news to him.

Clark couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt something as minor as a bullet. It took a force of nature or a veritable demi-god to mark him. But through the tattered tee-shirt he could see vivid bruises blooming from dozens of welts left on the boy’s chest. A quick check with X-Ray vision showed cracked ribs beneath the bruises and older fractures in various states of healing.

Six months and he was well on his way to having X-rays like Bruce’s. Clark bit his lip and looked away. ‘Little experience. Couldn’t fly, in fact all the boy had was a fraction of his strength. A fraction of his *invulnerability*. But he was trying. Trying so hard to be a hero, even when it hurt.


Thirty minutes later Superman caught up with his clone as the boy was leaving Metropolis.

“You were looking for me?” Superman asked.

The boy nodded warily. “Sorry. I thought, maybe... Canary and Batman tried but...”

“Your hearing is starting to mature,” Superman broke into the rambling. “I could help you figure out how to control it.”

“I just... It’s making me crazy,” Superboy stopped. He stared at Superman. “Really? You will?”

“Yes, really,” Superman promised. “Why don’t we start by going somewhere quieter. When my hearing first started kicking it, it was easier if I could focus in on just one sound. Even now a city can be a little overwhelming at times.”

“You don’t have to go do something else?”

Clark tapped his JLA communicator. “Don’t call me for less than a class-8 emergency for the next three hours,” he said, meeting Superboy’s eyes directly for the first time.

Re: New Eyes 3/3

Aww, this was sweet.
I love how you characterized Superboy and how Clark came around. The commentary going on in Clark's head was good as well and how he got all worried when he realised Superboy wasn't as sturdy as he is.
Loved it.

Re: New Eyes 3/3

This is lovely! I especially love your Jimmy, and Clark's thoughts, and how he ends up connecting with Superboy after all. Seriously lovely!

Re: New Eyes 3/3

I went from "hee, Superboy got his S-shield torn off again" to "oh no, he's injured!" Glad Clark got insight and wised up.

Re: New Eyes 3/3

Dear writer-anon,

I love this fic so much that I have not been able to bring myself to delete it from my comment-notifications even though I originally read it about five seconds after it was posted, and have read it at least three times since. The sole flaw is that it ended.

Much love, reader-anon (who is still not deleting hir notifications just yet >_>)

SUPEY, NO D: Poor sweet hardworking boy.

Re: New Eyes 3/3

So adorable! Yay! for Clark getting his act together!

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