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Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
yj_anon wrote in yj_anon_meme
THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE.

Feel free to reprompt posts from previous parts once. If you do so, I'd recommend 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.

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':

NO CHARACTER BASHING.

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: New affilate - DC comics meme!

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

ETA: New affilate - YJ kink meme!

ETA: Since part four seems to be going so fast- poll about the next prompt freeze!


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BatFamily; "Can we keep them?"

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Generally, Batman is very happy with the way that Robin has picked up his training, his methods and his habits.

Generally.

When Robin shows up after patrol one night with Tiny!Tim and Slightly-Less-Tiny!Jason clinging to him (having rescued them both from something and discovered they were living on the streets and have no one) and asks if they can keep them?

Well, it's times like that it occurs to him that there were some habits he wished Robin *hadn't* picked up.

But by then? It's far too late.

When Tim shows up with Steph a couple of years later? He sits them all down for a talk about the proper channels for acquiring siblings (Alfred rescues him from the conversation devolving into "The Talk" and a debate about whether Bats and Cats can breed).

When Jason (who had spent the talk about why they could not continue to abduct children off the street being (not-so) reluctantly coerced into braiding Little!Steph's hair) shows up with Cass, Bruce shoots Alfred a despairing, pleading look. Alfred just smiles serenely and sets up another room in the Children's Wing (you know he's loving having a full house.) Bruce retreats to the Cave (and just *possibly* re-opens the file on potential girl-uniforms he started when Steph came to them.)

When the entire clan disappears without a trace (and Batman spends a week panicking and souring Gotham and pressing the League (and YJ? Or did they disappear too?) into helping him search for his children (since when does Batman have more children?!)) and returns battered but with Dick cradling a Tiny!Damian? He sighs, chalks it up to being a family trait and wades into the chaos to help Alfred get them all settled again.

When Damian starts showing up with what seems like every stray/injured kitten in Gotham? (And really, it's only like, seven five.) Bruce shrugs and says that at least it's not more children. (When Damian shows up with Collin? Bruce is sure Alfred is laughing at him.)

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The gist? The entire bat!family has picked up Bruce's habit of rescuing strays.
His legendary willpower is strangely lacking when it comes to his children's pleading looks (and Alfred's pointed comments about otherwise having to provide them siblings the normal way...).

Basically, I want to see expansions on the scenes above (or more?), Daddy!Bats, and the way his little family keeps growing. If the YJ team ends up tossed into the Clan as well, that would be awesome. If you can squeeze in some of the League's reactions to the Bat!Clan I would love you forever, Anon.

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Must have. Especially the "Bats and Cats" debate.

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Long prompt is long but awesome. I have a soft spot for Batfam fics and not nearly enough of them get filled.

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Okay, why are all the prompts so awesome lately?

Fourth'ed. Like hell. Batfam + strays rules.

And you know eventually the entire YJ team will end up being adopted too.

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I...just...THIS. WHY SO BRILLIANT. Insta-love. Insta-love forever. Crud. I think I might do this it is just so brilliant and beautiful and yes and asdfghjkl;

Is it weird that I can just picture this exchange when Damian comes home with Colin?
Damian: We are keeping him. I want a little brother.
Colin: But I'm a month older than you, Damian.
Damian: Irregardless. You will be made younger when we adopt you.
Colin: Uh. Okay.
Bruce: ...


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So, my fingers started writing this one without permission. Fair warning: this looks like it could get long. If anyone else wants to fill, please don't hesitate!



When asked, usually by a mystified Superman or a bemused Wonder Woman, Batman would say that it all began with Dick. He would deny any precedent for his ward’s actions and ignore Clark’s dopey smile and Diana’s knowing smirk with all the grace his experience with Gotham’s paparazzi had afforded him.

If Bruce was going to be honest with himself, and he was occasionally honest with himself, if not other people, it really began many years before he met Dick on the fateful night the boy watched his parents fall to their deaths.

It began when an eight year old Bruce Wayne, feeling numb and alone after witnessing the violent death of his parents began sneaking stray and wounded animals into the mansion. Three legged dogs, injured foxes, one eyed cats, sickly squirrels, and birds with broken wings; he bandaged them and fed them and relished in their company as he tried to ignore the gunshots and screams that still reverberated in the back of his head, day and night. But despite his best efforts, his companions were wild animals and while they flourished under his care; his small friends would always disappear eventually.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make them stay.

It didn’t take a long time for the lonely boy to realize that perhaps he truly was meant to be alone.

Eventually he gave up on companionship altogether and turned his obsessive gaze completely toward studying the art of revenge. The loneliness would be worth it, he thought at the ripe age of ten, if he could finally lay his parents to rest. From there he had walked a solitary path, honing himself into a weapon for justice. And although he ultimately could not get the revenge he sought, he vowed in his parents’ names that no other child would ever suffer as he had. He would make the night safe for the innocent.

Fulfilling his vow required that he sever himself from the world. He did so without regret and after so many years, he had grown used to the emptiness in his heart. He didn’t need anyone, except perhaps Alfred, and that was as it should be. Every night he donned his cape and cowl and did his duty. He had no time for strays.

That was what he told himself.

He even believed it, up until he watched two graceful birds have their wings clipped in midair. He watched the Graysons plummet to their deaths. He could have sworn he heard a gunshot echoing through the circus tent, but when he looked back on the moment, he knew the sound was only in his mind.

The shattered look on Dick Grayson’s face did not only exist in Bruce’s mind. It was a familiar look. Bruce still saw it when he looked in the mirror, most days.

He couldn’t leave the boy to the clutches of CPS. Birds were fragile creatures, Bruce knew from experience. They needed to be handled with care.

And if he saw himself in the boy, well, that was just a coincidence.

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“This won’t be like those strays you used to keep in the southern dining room, Master Bruce,” Alfred had told him quietly once the boy was tucked away in a guest room for the night.

Bruce ducked his head slightly, feeling incredibly young under the butler’s gaze. “You knew about that?”

“You thought I didn’t?” Alfred asked dryly, raising a very British eyebrow at his employer.

“How foolish of me,” Bruce said. “You know everything, don’t you Alfred?”

Alfred neatly sidestepped the question. “He isn’t some stray that you will shelter for a few weeks before it grows restless and runs off. He’s a child, Master Bruce. A bit of a long term investment, if you will.”

“I know what – I know who he is,” Bruce said determinedly. “I know what I’m signing up for. I need to do this Alfred.”

“Very well, Sir.”

Bruce realized very quickly that he hadn’t actually known what he was getting himself into. He didn’t regret it, though. No, he’d never regret it. Because he hadn’t been wrong about one thing. He had needed it. He’d needed Dick Grayson in his life.

So, he didn’t regret the endless visits from CPS, the paperwork, the legal loopholes and hoops he had to jump through in order to make Richard his ward. Nor did he regret enduring the open questioning of his parenting abilities or the vicious rumors about his intentions toward the boy. He certainly didn’t regret the ups and the downs and all the problems caused by his actual lack of child-rearing skills that Alfred luckily made up for in spades. He didn’t regret Dick discovering his secret or eventually helping the boy find his own wings again as Robin, Batman’s partner. He would never regret watching the boy learn and grow and begin to emulate Bruce as best he could.

He didn’t regret any of it not even when his ten year old ward came back from patrol with a tiny dark haired child cradled in his arms and another, larger one at his side, clinging uneasily to the edges of Robin’s cape.

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“No,” Batman growled before Robin could say a word.

“But, Br– ” Robin began.

“No using our secret identities in the cave,” Batman interrupted sharply. “Or in front of civilians.”

The boy standing behind Robin flinched and ducked behind the brightly clad hero. The other child barely reacted, but the Dark Knight could see just how tightly the boy was clinging to Robin.

Batman shoved aside a rush of guilt. Taking in Robin had been a onetime thing. He was a busy man and he barely had the time and ability to raise Dick. He didn’t know what Robin was thinking, but those boys needed to go home, back to their families.

“Take them home,” Batman said curtly. “The cave isn’t a place for children.”

“But they– ” Robin began.

“We can’t take in every stray– ”

“No one’s asked you to!” came a high pitched shout from behind Robin.

Batman turned narrowed eyes on the child who had the nerve to interrupt him.

“If you don’t want us, we can just go!” the boy said, stepping out from behind Robin and glaring at the caped crusader. It would have been an impressive display if the grubby child wasn’t still clinging to Robin’s cape with one hand. “We were doing just fine by ourselves before Boy Blunder stuck his nose where it wasn’t wanted.”

“By themselves?” Batman repeated slowly, turning his attention back to Robin.

“They’ve got nowhere to go, Batman,” Robin said. “They were living in a box. In Crime Alley.”

Bruce grimaced and took a deep breath. He did not want to have this conversation in front of a bunch of street children. He’d had this conversation with his own father once, a very long time ago. He had been too young to understand it then, but for all that it hurt, it was the truth.

“We can’t save everyone Robin, not like this. It’s the system that needs – ” Batman began patiently.

“I don’t want to save everyone, I want to save them. Bru– ” Robin interjected only for Batman to speak right over him.

“Robin– ” Batman growled warningly.

“Don’t.”

A quiet, painfully young voice stopped Batman and Robin’s steadily escalating argument dead in its tracks. The little boy in Robin’s arms was looking up at Bruce with solemn blue eyes.

Please. Don’t be mad at Dick, Mr. Wayne. It isn’t his fault.”

Batman froze at those words. Pity was one thing, but risking their identities so carelessly? He had taught the boy better than that.

“You told them-” Batman rumbled.

“Shut up!” the first child shouted, drawing Batman’s ire away from Robin and the smaller boy. “Listen to what he fucking said, you asshole. It isn’t Robin’s fault.”

“Language,” Bruce corrected automatically, his anger momentarily defused by the boy’s foul mouth, and then completely defused by the actual content of the boy’s words.

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“Oh, that’s rich,” the boy said mockingly. “I’ll fucking say whatever the fuck I want you– ”

“Jason,” the second boy said before Batman could get a word in edgewise. “You’re not helping. He’s justified in being angry. We don’t belong here.”

“Of course you be– ” Robin started.

“Oh, boo hoo, he’s all angry, but Robin didn’t tell us jack,” the first child, Jason, apparently, spoke over Batman’s partner.

“So not helping your case squirt,” Robin scolded lightly, completely unbothered at being steamrolled by the younger boy.

Batman frowned. If Robin hadn’t told them, then how…

“Robin, tell me exactly what happened tonight,” he commanded.

“Bruce, look,” the boy wonder said, shifting his hold on the smaller boy. “I’ll tell you everything, but these two, and me, really, we’ve had a long night and it’s kind of a long story…so, why don’t I go get them cleaned up and find a bed for them and then I’ll give you my full report.”

Batman thought that was a horrible idea. Bruce, on the other hand, couldn’t quite say no to the earnest expression on his ward’s face as he clutched the tiny child his arms.

Batman glowered at the three children before him. “…Have Alfred look after them,” he said finally. “They can stay the night. Only the night,” he added with a grimace at how hopeful all three children suddenly looked. “Then report to my office. Immediately, Robin. Understood?” he ordered, doing his best to salvage his dignity.

“You betcha, Boss,” his ward said brightly, almost dismissively. He practically floated to the cave exit, trailing Jason who was still clutching Robin’s cape like a lifeline and holding the other boy tightly in his arms, whispering conspiratorially as he went, “Tim-Tim, you know who Alfred is, right? Don’t be shy! He’ll adore you. He keeps us all sane and makes the most asterous cookies.”

“Asterous?” Jason asked skeptically.

“Totally,” Dick agreed as their voices faded into the distance. “Just wait till you taste them!”

Bruce sighed tiredly and attempted to steel himself for his imminent confrontation with his ward. He knew what Dick was going to ask him. He needed to say no. The issue of their secret identities aside, those boys did not belong in his dark world. Dick barely belonged there as it was. If he was more responsible he would even send Dick away. But he wasn’t strong enough for that. These days he didn’t know what he’d do without his Robin to brighten his life.

Those children, on the other hand…

He would deal with the leak of his and Robin’s identities and then he would see to it that the boys were placed somewhere nice. Dick would appreciate that. He would let them stay the night and then Bruce would have them sent somewhere safe and happy and far away from the shadow of Gotham.

Yes, that was what he would do.

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***

Except that wasn’t quite what happened.

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“They saved my life, Bruce,” Dick explained seriously a short time later in Bruce’s study. “They risked their lives to distract Clayface, who we need to go after tomorrow night, by the way, and gave me enough time to get us out of there.”

“Clayface?” Bruce questioned, but decided to set that concern aside until he had handled the matter at hand. “What were those kids doing anywhere near a crime scene?” he demanded. Street children, especially the young ones, generally knew to steer clear of Gotham’s criminal element. The ones that didn’t…well, despite everything Batman did, they tended not to survive very long.

“They were…following me,” Dick said.

“What?”

“Tim, that’s the little one, he knew me. I mean, I’ve met him before.”

Bruce blinked in surprise.

Dick suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t exactly remember very well, considering everything that happened that night. But he was there, Bruce. The night my parents died. He watched them fall.”

“That doesn’t – ” Bruce began only to be interrupted by his ward.

“He was only like three years old, but I did my quadruple somersault for him and he saw me do it again a few weeks ago – only Robin, was the one doing the flip. He knew that only three people in the world could do that move and from there it wasn’t a huge leap for him to figure out that Robin and I were the same person. And from there he determined that Bruce Wayne had to be Batman. He did this all on his own, apparently, so don’t freak out. Besides, as far as I can tell he’s not exactly a blabbermouth and he didn’t even seem happy that Jason knew, so they’re probably the only ones who – ”

That in itself was very good to know and greatly appeased a few of Batman’s more pressing concerns over the state of their secret identities. However, the information also raised far more questions than it actually answered. “Wait,” Bruce said, stopping Dick in his tracks. “What was a street child doing at a circus in the first place?”

“I – I don’t know,” the boy said. “I guess we’ll just have to ask.” He smiled cheekily up at Bruce.

The man sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night; he could already feel the migraine that this whole mess was going to cause him. “We’ll deal with that tomorrow. For now, tell me what was Clayface up to?”

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The next morning, Bruce entered the kitchen to the rather baffling sight of the smaller of Dick’s strays standing on a chair, quietly and efficiently frying eggs on the stove. Before Bruce could say anything, Alfred, looking as though he’d run across the entire mansion, charged into the room. The butler took in the situation and then with the unruffled efficiency that characterized everything he did, Alfred carefully turned off the stove and removed the spatula from the boy’s hands.

“Master Timothy, I appreciate the help. But if you were hungry all you had to do was ask.”

The boy blinked up at the butler in silent confusion.

“I’m not supposed to ask for things,” Tim said finally when he realized that Alfred actually wanted a response.

Alfred and Bruce frowned in unison. “Who told you that?” Bruce asked, doing his best to not let Batman slip into his voice. No sense in scaring the child.

“No one told me,” the boy said. “But it’s the most important rule. Everything costs something.”

“Is that so, Master Timothy?” Alfred asked, his face completely unreadable. “And how much exactly would it cost to ask for help with breakfast?”

The boy shrugged and looked intently down at the congealing mess in the frying pan instead of at Alfred. “They always leave,” he said softly. “When I ask for things,” he clarified after a moment. “I, I thought if I was good and didn’t bother anyone I could stay a little longer. I’m sorry. I won’t be difficult. I’ll go.”

Tim made to clamber down from the chair. Bruce was standing in front of the boy almost before he realized his body was moving. The child froze and stared blankly up at him. Bruce placed a tentative hand on the boy’s shoulder and the boy looked startled by the contact, but after a moment he leaned ever so slightly into Bruce’s touch.

“Who leaves, Tim?” Bruce asked as unthreateningly as he could.

“My parents,” the child answered simply.

Bruce grimaced. “Are your parents still alive, Tim?”

The boy cocked his head to the side. “Of course, why wouldn’t they be?”

Bruce’s expression darkened slightly despite his best efforts to maintain a neutral countenance. “Where are your parents? Why aren’t you with them?”

“They’re in Brazil on a dig,” the boy answered. “Children are too young to properly appreciate travel, so I’m supposed to stay home.”

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“Tim, Dick said you and Jason were living in Crime Alley,” Bruce prompted. “He said you were sleeping in a box.”

“We are,” Tim replied as though this was the most normal thing in the world.

Bruce resisted the urge to growl in frustration at how difficult it was to pull answers out of the reticent child. It wouldn’t do to frighten the poor boy. “Why were you living in a box?” he asked instead.

“It’s Jason’s. He let me share it with him after he found me. He didn’t even go away afterward.”

“Jason found you,” Bruce repeated. “Where were you before that?”

Tim went quite still, his whole body tense with fear. Bruce realized then that he had asked the wrong question. He’d be lucky to get another word out of the boy now.

“Master Bruce,” Alfred cut in mildly. “I think that perhaps you should go see that young Master Jason has not gotten himself into any trouble this morning. I’ll see to it that young Master Timothy eats a hardy breakfast. Growing boys need to eat quite a bit, as I’m sure you remember. By the way, how old are you, Master Timothy?”

Bruce watched as Alfred worked his magic. Helping the boy down from the chair and over to the kitchen counter as he spoke.

“I’m Five,” Tim answered after a prolonged silence during which he watched Alfred bustle around the kitchen.

Alfred visibly paused in his routine for a moment before determinedly carrying on. Bruce could understand the older man’s surprise and barely visible concern. Tim looked far too small to be five years old. Then again, the boy also seemed far too intelligent to only be five. He thought back to the boy’s words. What were the boy’s parent’s doing in Brazil of all places? Better yet, what was a boy whose parents were on an archeological dig doing living in Crime Alley?

Before Bruce could ask any more questions, Alfred was quietly but firmly ushering him out the door. Bruce went along easily enough. He was too angry to continue speaking to the child. And Alfred was better at this sort of thing than he was anyway. If anyone could get answers from Tim, it would be the Wayne Family Butler. In the meantime, perhaps he would take Alfred’s advice and speak to Jason. He might actually be able to get a coherent story out of the older boy.

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Strays-Verse Side Stories

This comment is where I'm going to be posting any Strays-Verse side stories I write in order to keep them separate from the main story while still making them accessible to anyone who wants to read them.

Anyone else who would like to post Strays-Verse stories can post to this comment as well. (Or to the comm, either works.)

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OP here

(Anonymous)
Oh...
My...
OP is wordless. Has been relieved of her words/ability to speak.
I’ve been without reliable internet/anything resembling time for a couple of months, and then I come back to this! Over 30 more parts of the main story, multiple side-stories, art, great discussions, and just all around amazingness! You are all incredible and wonderful! So many great writers and artists all in one place! *Rubs hands together with glee* Now I get to go work my way through all of the wonderful deliciousness that has developed on this thread over the last couple of months.

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