The Young Justice: Animated Anonymous Fic Meme

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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...

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• Animated canon only, please. Crossovers are fine, so is integrating comics/etc. stuff into animated canon, but no outright Young Justice comic stuff, please.
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• 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.
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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. :)

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I just finished watching Crisis on Two Earths, so you can blame this on that, but anyway...

AU: Our favorite "sidekicks" aren't training to become members of the Justice League - they're training to be the future leaders of the world's biggest crime syndicate, which their mentors already run.

Are you me? I was just watching that last night and wondering how YJ would fit into it!

Someone please fill this!

Calling it!

I've already started and it's merged with the wet works prompt from a few pages after this one. Because who likes to use child soldiers to kill people: bad guys. One fourth done! But not the front fourth. =(

Evil Has Never (1/10ish)

AN: Okay, they’re not the actual Crime Syndicate from Crisis on Two Earths, because I didn’t want to try and deal with any Ultraboy, Owlboy, Kid Quick nonsense. Nor is it the Justice Lords, because they’re not as well intentioned. It’s Earth-16 Justice League people only EVIL. On a warning note, there is assassin and terrorist activity, young kids sexing, references to torture, also it’s gonna be long. Plus some book/movie quotes stealing.

Superboy is three more vertical steel columns and one coordinated explosion away from killing thousands of people.

The collapse of LuthorCorps headquarters in Metropolis should kill everyone working inside and at least a few hundred first responders and civilians who can’t get out of the blast range in time. The Lords have wanted to send Lex Luthor a message for months, and today Superboy’s going to deliver it personally.

His vision is tunneling, shrinking to the next explosive he needs to plant, to the next beam he needs to structurally weaken, or take out entirely. Robin planned it all out, took a five minute look at the building blueprints, did a few back-of-the-envelope calculations, and wrote out a little map for Superboy to memorize.

Superboy only has eyes for the next column. Everything in his way, everything that moves, he swats with enough force to snap necks.

It’s okay not to look at the faces this time; his teammates aren’t here. Robin is running interference a few buildings away, preventing the arrival of more of Luthor’s security and remotely disabling the elevators. Aqualad and Kid Flash are outside on the ground, stopping the anymore security teams from getting in and killing anyone who tries to get out. Miss Martian and Artemis are air support and sniper team, respectively, fulfilling the same job as Kaldur and Wally from above.

Superboy is inside, about to kill thousands of people, because that’s the way he wanted it to be. That’s the way it has to be.

His teammates are oddly quiet over the communicators. Normally, Wally would be cracking jokes, and Artemis would be snarking back at him.

Today, it’s very perfunctory.

“KF, swat teams at my 3.”

“M’gann, flank the north side again. A media helicopter is trying to rescue civilians from the 78th floor.”

Robin and Wally aren’t even laughing.

Superboy listens to his teammates’ breathing as he arms the last charge and radios it in. It isn’t even a lot of explosives. He’s already weakened the building structure enough that it really just needs one last explosive straw to bring the entire place tumbling down. They spend more on a week’s worth of food than it’s costing to kill every human in this 105 story building.

Superman’s going to be so proud of them.

Superboy waits by the last steel column he needs to take out. He can’t hear bullets anymore. That probably means everyone left on this floor is dead. The building itself is groaning, crumpling.

“Superboy, we’re outside the blast perimeter. Waiting on you.”

Superboy can hear people shouting in the stairwells. Barricading them was the first thing he did. Four floors away there is a day-care center. The adults are doing an admirable job of keeping the young children and toddlers calm. He can hear a building worth of screams, and prayers, and crying, and last declarations of love.

He focuses on the sounds of his teammates' distant breathing.

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Superman’s going to be so proud of them.


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How did you pack so much amazingness into this tiny comment space? I stand in awe of your writing prowess, anon.

So pumped to see what happens next!

Evil Has Never (1/11ish)

Superboy should have known not to go to Kid Flash with his initial doubt.

Kid Flash – Wally, he learns later – loves his job. He loves his speed and he loves the things he can do with his speed, whether that’s running up walls or cutting through people so fast and clean that by the time they realize they’re dying, he’s ten people away.

But Superboy hadn’t known that yet when he met the boys at Cadmus. It was easy in those early minutes to ignore what should have been very clear.

It’s just, even though the Genomorphs were engineered the same way he was - like family, he thinks later, alone in the dark - they weren’t humanoid. It didn’t seem so bad when Kid Flash was slicing them to pieces with the blades attached to his arms, laughing the whole time.

He was laughing – not like Robin’s laughter, equal parts madness and resignation – actual loud, wonderful laughter, like cutting the littlest Genomorphs apart was a game. Like all he ever needed was his freedom and his speed and room for a running start and the dripping, ruby blades that always seemed to be a shinning blur in the Superboy’s periphery no matter where he was looking.

The laughter was infectious, and when Superboy started pulling the Genomorphs apart with his bare hands because they had to escape, to get free, to go to Superman, Kid Flash had turned to him with delighted, wondering eyes.

" Oh " he breathed, frozen in a moment between kills, “Superman’s gonna love you.”

Between Aqualad’s quiet faith and Robin’s cool assessment, Kid Flash’s admiring words had made him feel warm and wanted.

It’s later that the warm feeling drains away. After his solar suit is stained will the blood of Genomorphs and Desmond alike, after he’s finally seen the moon, his companions notice they’ve drawn a crowd of witnesses, police and firemen Superboy thinks, public servants.

Aqualad tells the men to leave or die. He’s frowning and Robin tenses, but Wally just grins. The policemen draw guns, and his new friends move.

Superboy stands there, impervious to the flying bullets, unsure what to do, shocked as his friends' methods don’t change. Robin is still graceful, beautiful death. Aqualad is still efficient and ruthless in his kills. Kid Flash is still laughing, wild and rapturous, and Superboy wants it to stop sounding so beautiful, but it doesn’t.

After, the gunfire and the screams have come to an end, Kid Flash zooms back to him, still grinning. His face and his mask are covered in extra freckles that shine red-black in the moonlight.

“Why – Why did you kill the humans?”

Kid Flash’s head cocks, bemused but still smiling.

“Supes, we did it ‘cause it was fun.

Superboy stares into Wally’s honest, laughing eyes and sees a malice so strong it must feel like joy to him.

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GOOD GOD please continue.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE your take on everyone. Wally is SO deliciously evil, but he's still humanized (particularly by his attachment to Roy). DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD THAT IS TO PULL OFF? He's always been my favorite character, and I was really afraid that I'd be upset when he's bad. BUT NO. IT'S PERFECT. Oh, GOD the Baghivad Gita line.

I'm also not a huge fan of SB/Robin, but this was so so touching and your take on SB warmed me up considerably the character.

I was almost crying at the end, but I really liked his choice and seriously, this is fantastic.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY hope that you'll continue, and if there's anything I can do to help, I WILL. FOR SRSLY.

At anyrate, I'd also love to see this at, if you're into that sort of thing, so that I can shower love and praise on it, and keep you on author and story alert!

Snippit of sequel to EHNLYAID

Seriously in medias res, but it means I'm starting, right?

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YAY! Thanks for the link; I never would have seen it otherwise! I can't wait to read it. :)

The very best lies (1/2) More Sequel

AN: Takes place months after Evil has never and maybe an hour after There’s always a moment. ( Because it's not really obvious, Dark!YJ has been in the canon universe for almost a day at this point.
Barry arrives on the scene as soon as he can, and he’s still too late. The building’s already collapsed and the rubble’s on fire – but some part of him must be darker than he likes to imagine – because his first glance brings him only relief.

That is – his first glance of Aqualad and Artemis - already on the scene – furiously and carefully digging survivors out of the ruins.

Barry throws himself into the work along-side them, grateful beyond belief.

After what he saw Superboy do, after hearing the things J’onn saw in Superboy’s mind, he’d almost started to doubt the team, to doubt Wally.

Normally he never would have given credit to what J’onn thought he pulled out of Superboy (before the kid had started singing two decades-old songs over and over in his head to block the Martian), but . . . but he’d seen Superboy do that, seen him turn to Superman afterwards like he wanted a gold star for doing it. It was enough to make anyone . . . wary.

But maybe Superman and J’onn were right, maybe Superboy had just gone off the deep end, or maybe Miss Martian’s heritage wasn’t quite as insignificant as they’d been led to believe.

Because the things J’onn saw couldn’t be true.

The very best lies (2/2)

And this only confirmed that; Barry was no Batman, but you didn’t need to be to see the concern in the two young heroes' eyes for each hurt survivor, the crushing guilt of being too late for every poor soul they hadn’t pulled out in time.

As they work, Aqualad informs Flash that Robin is still guarding Batman’s bedside, and Wally and Miss Martian are separately chasing leads regarding Superboy’s behavior and are at the moment under a necessary radio silence.

Barry is just happy that Wally is not alone with Miss Martian.

Superman had just arrived and declared that there were no more living heart beats in the rubble – Barry watches the teenager beside him share a look of remorse – when J’onn radios in from the Watchtower.

Some unidentified villain is ransoming the entire Eastern Seaboard. Apparently the previous explosion had been merely a demonstration, and dozens of other populated buildings have been rigged with explosives. The entire League is being deployed to search for the explosives and try to minimize the casualties in assigned areas.

Barry feels rage try to overtake him, at the evil people commit out of greed. He watches as Artemis turns to Aqualad with shocked and horrified eyes.

He doesn’t understand how the others could have doubted their protégées. Aqualad breaks the radio silence surrounding Wally and Miss Martian in light of the emergency. He contacts Robin, who agrees to leave Batman’s bedside. Barry feels vicarious pride as Kaldur and Artemis request a region to be put under the jurisdiction of the teenage team.

A couple hours, about a dozen explosions, and surprisingly few casualties later, someone realizes that there were never any explosions in the region assigned to Aqualad and his team, and that none of them have radioed in about stopping explosions. Someone else points out that the Watchtower’s been silent since before the second wave of explosions started, and the teleporters aren’t working.

By the time Hal and John get to the Watchtower, Superboy isn’t locked up anymore.

Barry remembers Aqualad and Artemis’ guilty, miserable faces, and how they were well under way pulling out bodies by the time the first League responder – Barry – had made it to the scene, speedster that he was.

When Oliver reports in a message from Roy about Wally, Barry wants to question the rogue protégée’s report, wants to punch Green Arrow in the face for saying that about his nephew, but realizes he’s swallowed enough lies tonight to realize that this – unimaginable as it seems - is probably true.

To be fair, the teenagers – whatever else they had become, they were still teenagers - had only lied to them with the truths they weren’t willing to hear.

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I just realized I didn't mention this in my comments before:

"Normally he never would have given credit to what J’onn thought he pulled out of Superboy (before the kid had started singing two decades-old songs over and over in his head to block the Martian)"

Now WHERE did Superboy learn to do that? It's clever and sounds like he did it on the spur of the moment when he realized they were reading his mind. I know Bane did something similar, but it surprises and impresses me that Superboy thought to do that. I suspect someone coached him on how to do that... M'Gann most likely at least helped, since she had warned him at that one time to "if you can't lie with your mind, at least lie with your body." But really, in their world, what would Superboy really know that he'd need to protect (maybe hiding his relationship with Robin from Batman or anyone who could tell Batman)? I suppose it's possible it was in case anyone of the good people in his world caught him and tried to find out secrets about the Evil!JL from him, but it really doesn't seem like Evil!JL is hiding anything...

I just find that interesting and thought I'd mention it. Also that he's thinking to sing two decades-old songs... XD Random thing, but I suppose he enjoys those songs?

Yes, randomly rereading the stories again, because I love them. :)

More Sequel - Dark! Robin's POV

AN: This sort of takes place right before "The very best lies" and maybe at the same time as "There's always a moment." I needed to figure out Robin's head if I was ever going to write that thing for stillthere4me.

There are rabbit holes in Robin’s mind - be careful, you’ll fall in.

Sometimes . . . sometimes his hands move when he doesn’t mean them to – not when he tries to strangle people when he wakes up, that’s different. No, when the people are spread out in front of him, resisiting, fighting back, his hands move – quick and sure, and then they’re bleeding and begging. Robin doesn’t like it when his hands move when he doesn’t tell them to. It’s – it’s disconcerting.

Dis-concerting, dis-aster, des-truction. He’s not feeling the aster, but he thinks he should stop cutting the words apart, slicing them, and sewing them back together wrong. He cuts them like people, so he keeps the dis-con-structed words inside. He laughs like a sob and smiles and the word come out lies, but they string together right – normal enough.

The other words – the words to say “please, no more, not again” -

They slide into the rabbit holes - get cut apart on blades.

There are blades in Robin’s mind. Be careful, Miss Martian - stay on the surface, don’t fall in the holes – you’ll get lost – cut open, bleeding.

Miss Martian couldn’t find out Robin’s old name – learned it later from Superboy, too late then, but not from Robin – Robin’s mind is dangerous. Built to be that way, worse than the Batcave. Trouble with the Batcave, you can get lost for days, and there’s nothing to eat – nothing to eat but the rats and the bats – lure them with fresh meat – trap them and eat them - crunch, crunch, crunch.

There are broken bones in Robin’s brain. They grind against each other, half healed, sliding, re-breaking. It hurts in here, and his hands move when he doesn’t tell them to and he cuts apart his words and he can’t lie the way he wants to – can’t resist Batman, the bones shift on him, and he’s falling, falling . . .

No, please, no.

Ties, ropes, soft, soft cloth wrapping him up, smooth and safe. Bind the arms like a splint- no more breaking. His friends are safe. No waking up to warm – person – danger. He’s not in the cave anymore. He won’t wake up to find out Batman left him another pedophile or pcp junkie or serial rapist. In the beginning, they were broken – broken arm, broken leg – and Robin (not Robin, not yet then) would get the knife. Later, later they weren’t broken, and they got the weapon, but Robin was better then – not bigger, still tiny, almost ten, but better – better at killing them quick and clean, at using their meat to lure the rats and bats.

Now, now if he wakes up next to something warm he kills it – except . . . except he can’t kill Superboy.

He can’t hurt Superboy – not with his move-on-their-own hands, or the blades in his mind, or his cut up words and they lies they make.

Superboy is safe from him- safe for him. He makes Robin safe – feel safe.

Robin hasn’t felt safe since before he was Robin – hasn’t ever felt safe.

There are no nets in Robin’s mind, no safe guards, nothing to catch you if you –

Superboy would catch him.

If he fell.

Superboy is in trouble. Not-Superman, not-Flash took him away – might be hurting him like Robin hurts people, might kill him, like Speedy.

Robin is rabbit holes and naked blades and broken, shifting bones – but if you put all those together (there’s no net, nothing to catch Superboy if he falls, can’t let him fall, can’t let him lie broken and bleeding beneath the trapeze) – if you put them together you get a trap – a web to catch enemies and cut them into tiny, bite-sized pieces that Robin will feed to the vermin in the Batcave.

They have Superboy and Robin has a web.

Robin has a web and his team and a plan to get Superboy back.

Robin chokes on a laugh and finished off another pipe bomb.

They’ll all die screaming before he lets them have Superboy.

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Mmmm the writing in this is delicious. I love it.

Disturbing subject matter, but intriguing nonetheless.

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This... is amazing.

Dark and twisted and PERFECT for the Robin of this world.

I love the jagged broken trains of thought he has, and how you connected that to our lovable Robin's habit of breaking words apart--that just transitioned beautifully into the darker world and that Robin's history.

The way you have Batman training Robin too, so screwed up, but a wonderful explanation for why Robin has that terror and issue of waking up and strangling anyone near him. Dark!Batman really screwed up Robin's mind, but it fits perfectly and makes so much sense given what he turned Robin into.

I also really loved the way you described Robin's mind as a physical place, and warning Miss Martian to stay out of it. I can't say enough how fantastic the descriptions are here. And the difference that Superboy makes in his life (I wondered for a moment how Kid Flash managed to survive sleeping with and then waking up next to Robin with Robin on edge like that, but then remembered the boy has super speed...). It really adds to the desperation and need for Robin to save him so badly.

I adore your writing, and I am thrilled at the fact that you are still planning to write that other fic! Really anything you write is amazing, but that you still have that one in mind and wrote this to get use to Robin's POV so you can write it makes me so happy and excited.

Excellent job. I really can't get enough of your pieces. :)

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I love this, it's just so haunting and cracked and perfect. But, is it just me...or does this sort of...smell like Steve/MillerBat? Leaving him in the pit, expecting him to eat rats...It's like Dark!Batman is MillerBat leveled up, which leads my mind down interesting pathways.

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I am so glad I comb through my bookmarks so frequently. I almost missed a sequel! Amazing work! *applauds*

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There will never be enough of this verse, I swear it.

Hooooooooo my fuck this was so goddamn beautiful and I don't know what to do with myself, with this Robin who's so broken and perfect and deadly

Looking into his mind was so, so wonderful.

The reason behind his word-play was just so perfect and oh my fuck I don't even


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...Is it weird that I started crying? Oh my god. I just - the writing in this is disjointed and beautiful and simple but painful to read, and his shattered mindset is displayed so perfectly here, that it hurts. It actually does. And how much he loves Superboy, in his own messed up way, just - god, my chest hurts. I just want to gather him into my arms and hug him, even if he would just kill me. ;__;

This is just. The way he thinks of the cave, of himself, of his own mind, the shifting and broken bones and the holes, it all just makes my chest ache at how messed up he's become. You don't give us much, but the tiny details of his life with Batman are just. Haunting and disturbing and - ajdnfnhlgfd;skn;df. I'm not making any sense, but ugh, god, this is beautiful. ;__;

His Last Thoughts (1/2) (D!Roy, Prequel)

She takes Roy to a windowless, lightless room to die. He doesn’t even complain. He really didn’t expect anything better from the alien.

If he’s really, really lucky, she might snap his neck instead of puncturing his lungs so he slowly drowns in his own blood.

For the maybe the twentieth time, he wishes Wally was here – he’d at least make it quick. He’s got to stop thinking about the others, though. She’s going to -

You’re afraid. But not just for yourself.

“No, Honey, ” he sneers, “not for me.”

He’s using it, though – his fear. The cloying terror that’s making his knees jelly. Anything to keep her from it.

He wishes again that one of the others had volunteered to do this. He wishes – God, he wishes Wally was here. Roy’d forgive Wally for killing him, if he could just have one chance to tell him.

He wishes he could give this to Wally, and Wally could keep it safe, locked in his too-quick thoughts, behind that sadistic smile and puppy-dog eyes.

Until those stupid little kids figure out how much they need it.

Desperation makes him wonder.

Miss Martian is not a good person to give this to. Not that she can’t keep a secret – in that regard, she’s probably a better choice than Robin, even Kaldur. The problem is that she’ll never understand, never find that tipping point that Roy found – the moment everything changes and you decide you can’t take it any longer.

Roy sighs, aware he doesn’t have a lot of those left.

Moments or sighs.

Roy’s out of options and out of time.

“As much as I want to get this over with, Sweetheart,” and he can’t help but make it a curse, even though he knows she won’t feel it, won’t feel anything, “I need to tell you something. M’gann, you’re not really much of a person -”

Your attempts to insult me won’t stop me from killing you.

Roy laughs. He hates how bitter it comes out.

“I know, darling, I know. I just need to tell you something. I need to tell you something, and I need you to hold onto it until the right moment. Don’t give it up to your uncle, or to Green Arrow, and, seriously, don’t let Batman know.”

His Last Thoughts (2/2) (D!Roy, Prequel)

The alien cocks her head at him. He can feel her picking around his brain.

“Not until you agree, you stupid, little girl.”

Her mental probing gets more aggressive, and he can see it. His whole life – every instance of exploration and heartbreak. Every moment with Ollie and Dinah that he thought meant something. Everything proud and terrible and desirable he has ever felt and done and wanted. They say it flashes before your eyes at times like this.

He can’t imagine psychic aliens are responsible most of the time.

She’s inexorable, pitiless in tearing apart his brain, and he laughs again. They’ve barely met yet, but Roy knows, even now, how much Wally’s going to love her. Roy's even glad for it.

She finds it.

All of his cautious inquiries and covert resource gathering and desperate, abortive plans. She lays them out in his head like specimens on a table, and for the first time a surge of pride - maybe his last one - rushes through him at the thought of them. This – this could work.

Could have worked - could still work.

Just not for him.

M’gann’s not stupid. He can see the frank appraisal in her eyes, just like he can see the question she doesn’t even put to thought.

He answers anyway, because he’s contrary like that.

“Because I care about them, bitch,” and it comes out too soft, the last word almost an endearment.

“I don’t know what to do with this.”

Roy’s too tired to laugh again, but he wants to. Months of asking, and now she uses her mouth.

“There might be a time when the boys need this – when you need it. If you’re even capable of figuring out when that moment is, then use it. Make all of this mean something. Please.”

She just nods and smiles politely.

Roy’s taken bullets easier than he takes that meaningless smile.

His throat closes on a moan. Every muscle in his back and shoulders clenches against something dark and hungry. It wants to swallow him, but he just laughs because it won’t have time to.

The laughter changes, and fuck - now he sounds like Robin.

“Tell Wally . . . screw it - just kill me.”

She does.

His last thoughts are for all of them – his stupid and monstrous, too young friends, but the face he pictures last is expressive, eager eyes and a joyous, broken smile.

Psych 101 (1/?)

AN: I think it's stillthere4me's birthday, so D!Robin, yeah . . . (takes place soon after EHN)
Robin rarely feels safer than when he’s staring at the ceiling, bruised and immobilized at the Joker’s feet.

“Alright, Bird-brain, what do you see this time?”

The first time Uncle Jay asked, Robin had told him 'ink on paper' 16 consecutive times. Now when the Joker catches him without Batman, and beats him unconscious or traps him beneath some too heavy object, Robin knows the routine.

No matter how many times they’ve danced this number before, though, Robin still doesn’t know what the Joker wants.

This time, Robin sees:

A scalpel wound down someone’s torso.

Robin does know he should lie.

“An oversized top-hat.”

“Veeery interesting,” the Joker drawls. Robin’s hands try to move on their own, to cut the Joker a new smile. But they can’t - they can’t. All tied up, Robin feels so safe.

“What about now?”

Two broken, intertwined bodies seen from above.

“A giant T-Rex.”

“And now?”

“Two hands flipping coins.”

“And now?”

The earlier torso, interior surgically exposed. Shining white, bird-thin ribs shifting in a sea of red.

“And what this time?”

“A crocodile head.”

“Good. What do you see this time, Boy Blunder?” The Joker never calls him Boy Horror, not like the papers and television and some of the Lords. Robin appreciates that. Then the Joker shows him the picture.

Robin hates this picture.

The Joker shows him this one (or maybe one like this one) every time. Robin tries and tries and tries to see anything else, but he can’t. He can’t even lie about it.

“It’s a bat.”

The Joker’s smile slips.

“You don’t see a guitar, or a dragon, or two birds trying to fly with their wings attached by sinews?”

There’s a dampness building beneath Robin’s domino mask. He shakes his head weakly. He might have another concussion.

“There’s only a bat.”

The Joker just nods, and Robin knows he understands. Uncle Jay always understands. Maybe that’s was all he could see too once.

...I was about to head to bed, and this popped in my inbox (I've been avoiding reading much lately because I'm swamped with work, so i have a bunch of things marked unread right now). I clicked on it to see what it was a fill for (since the subject only gives me the title), and then saw my name mentioned.

And then saw what the fill was for and read it and now I am on the verge of crying tears of joy.

Yes it is my birthday, and the fact that you knew that and started posting this fic???

T-T This is the best start to a birthday ever!

Perfect D!Robin creepiness. And this world's Joker... or rather, "Uncle Jay"... ties Robin up and tortures him with inkblots? I am very intrigued! And that Joker might understand Robin more than Robin does... (and that calling him "boy blunder" instead of "boy horror"... Joker... are you actually being nice/sweet? Well this is a twisted world...)

Oh Robin, you are so screwed up, and I want to hug you. But I will let Superboy do that. And tie you down so you can feel calm and safe. And then do other things.

There’s a dampness building beneath Robin’s domino mask. He shakes his head weakly. He might have another concussion.

“There’s only a bat.”

The Joker just nods, and Robin knows he understands. Uncle Jay always understands. Maybe that’s was all he could see too once.

Absolutely delightful twisted creepiness. Oh Robin, you can't even realize you're crying? :(

Well, that is why Superboy is there. Or will be. Eventually. But you'll probably see Batman first.

...really, this is the best start to a birthday ever. I'm thrilled to see you posting this!! You are fantastic and I can't wait to see more. ♥

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Even though you're well intentioned (1a/?)

I'm going to give this sequel thing an actual shot. Sorry if it took a long time. Um, blame med school apps, I guess.

LuthorCorp Facility in Singapore.
November 3, 6:16 EST
Earth 16

When the pounding in his head slows from a Wally heartbeat to a Kaldur heartbeat, Superboy stands.

He checks his teammates – if he feels like he got punched through a few walls of concrete, he can’t imagine how they’re doing. Kaldur is pulling M’gann to her feet, and Wally is checking over Artemis. Wally’d be a bit more enthusiastic with his checking, but the Lords have clearly stepped in, and are hovering around the wreckage of the lab.

He sees Batman and Robin a little farther away from the machine. Robin looks fine, but he’s crouched over the prone, unconscious form of Gotham’s dark knight.

Superboy can't summon sympathy. Superboy respects Batman, knows Batman is his commander, but he’s seen Robin’s scars.

There are places on Robin’s back that don’t feel like flesh anymore.

Belatedly, Superboy notices Superman.

The fact alone is almost unthinkable.

Superman is impossible not to notice. He fills up buildings with his presence. Superboy moves to Superman. Even after everything - after Luthorcorp HQ - he still feels like a small moon drawn into Superman’s orbit –

Superman looks at him, and frowns.

Superman frowns.

Superboy’s stomach drops out.

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