Shana (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
museofspeed) wrote2008-10-17 11:03 am
museofspeed) wrote2008-10-17 11:03 am
Entry tags:
WIP meme
Stolen from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unrequited_rain.
When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Some of these I'm working on right now, some of them are old. I'll put a note of some sort next to the ones that I'm definitely finishing and if there's one you particularly like, tell me about it in the comments and, well, no promises, but maybe.
While writing Spoiled, I had the idea that Robin and the Spoilers sounded like a band. I started writing a magazine issue about them, but I never finished it. For the first time, you can read what I had!
Everyone knows about Robin and the Spoilers. From the moment Tim Drake hit the stage for the first time with Steph Brown and Bernard Dowd, they've been the biggest sensation since the Beatles. Robin, as Tim likes to be called when he's performing, writes most of their songs and is the lead voacalist. Steph, the first Spoiler, is the guitarist and Bernard is the drummer. They've been releasing great songs like "Tortured with a Powerdrill" and "Everyone I Love is Dead," not to mention the great, "Don't Tell Dad." Now, they've agreed to give SuperPeople an exclusive interview!
SuperPeople: It's really great that you could give us this interview.
Steph Brown: Hey! That's not a question! [laughs] Is that a question?
Bernard Dowd: Nope, not a bit.
SP: I guess you want to skip the formalities?
BD: Formalities are important. We quite like them. Carry on!
SP: O...kay. How are you?
BD: Just fine, thank you, and you?
SP: Terrific. I guess our first question is, what inspires you?
Tim Drake: [groan] Oh, not that question.
SB: It's like asking an author where she gets her ideas.
BD: Annoying question.
TD: But one I will answer! I'm inspired by puppies and daffodils and of course, my lovely Spoiler.
SP: That actually brings me to another question. It's been rumored that you are involved with one of the Spoilers, but no one can figure out which. Care to shed any light on that?
TD: [Laughs] Oh, yes. I love spending my nights with Bernard behind me and Steph in front of me, all of us hot and sweaty, moaning...
SB: Or something like that anyway.
SP: Really?
TD: Actually, I think I read that on the internet somewhere. It's the best place to find out what's going on in our relationship.
BD: Ah, yes, the internet. Apparently Timmy's involved with Ariana Countessa Brilliantisa or somesuch, and I'm fighting him for her, and Steph is fighting her for both of us. Or something.
SB: We love tabloids.
BD: That's why we keep our personal lives private.
TD: Well, that and because it's just that. Personal.
Pirate AU! Tim's the captain of a pirate ship, Bernard's taken prisoner. But I got stuck at one point and never managed to get more than the first part written. Luckily, I never posted it so it doesn't count as an abandoned WIP.
"Gonna have your way with him, Captain?"
Bernard's eyes widened and he tried to break free again. He gave a muffled shout against the gag.
"Stop scaring him," the captain said. "Don't you have things to be doing? Duties? A ship to be running? I didn't make you first mate because I wanted you to hang around pestering me all day."
Stephanie gave Bernard a push. He stumbled and almost fell, but the captain caught him. Bernard glanced up, his breath catching as he met intense blue eyes before reminding himself again that the captain was his enemy.
"I'm serious, Tim," Stephanie said. "How long's it been, now? Has there even been anyone since me?"
"Stephanie," the captain said warningly. Steph smirked and bounced off.
"Sorry about that," the captain said, leading Bernard firmly into his cabin. "Stephanie is everything I could ask for as a friend and a first mate, but she really does like to make an impression." He pushed Bernard into a chair and tied him to it. Bernard thought this was overkill. Only when Bernard was completely secured did the captain pull the gag out of his mouth.
"You bastard!" Bernard shouted. "I demand you release me! I've got friends in high places, you know. I'll have you arrested, I'll – "
The captain shoved the gag back in. "I can see why she wanted you quiet. Look, I'm not going to untie you until we have an intelligent conversation. Do you understand? Nod or shake."
Bernard nodded.
"Do you want the gag removed?"
Bernard nodded again.
"I'm giving you one more chance. Start yelling and the gag goes back in until we get to land. Understood?"
Bernard glared at him and nodded.
"Good." The captain pulled the gag out. "I'm Captain Timothy Drake of the good ship Robin. And you are?"
"Bernard Dowd, son of the woman who your crew just murdered."
"Miss Nina Dowd? Did you see a body?"
"She told me a captain goes down with her ship."
"Mmm." Drake smirked. "I've only known one captain who really would do that. Know what happened to him?"
"What?"
"He went down with his ship. Barry Allen was a brave captain, but a foolish one."
I've got vague plans to finish this. Vague meaning it could happen at some point when I'm bored or it could not happen. It's about Bernard and Ives meeting up, hating each other on sight, and Tim having to mediate. Bernard also wants to bone Tim. That's his normal state of being, after all.
"Your hair's looking great," Tim said.
Ives smirked. "I'll be happier when it's back to normal. But at least it just looks like I've got a haircut now, right? I don't need the stupid wig!"
"Yeah," Tim said, smiling. "Look, there's a good table."
Ives followed him. "Did you get the homework?"
"Yeah, it's - "
"I don't believe it!"
Tim and Ives turned around. Tim grinned. "Bernard Dowd," he said. "It's been a while."
"That it has, Drake. You never wrote, you never called, could have been dead for all I knew." Bernard shook my head and glanced at Ives. "Don't tell me you've had me replaced already? Because really, I'm far prettier."
Tim smirked. "Of course you are. Bernard, this is Ives. Ives, Bernard."
"I knew Tim first," Ives said.
"Yeah, I've known Ives forever. Bernard, want to sit with us?"
"Not that we'd want to interrupt you if you've got plans," Ives said.
"No, no plans," Bernard said. "Let me just grab my stuff."
He walked off, whistling.
"You're friends with him?" Ives asked as soon as he was out of hearing distance.
"Yeah," Tim said. "What's wrong with that?"
"He's so obnoxious," Ives said. "What was all that about being prettier? I'm plenty pretty!"
"He was just, um, flirting. He does that sometimes. But he's great once you get used to him."
"Flirting? Don't you mind?"
"Not really. He's harmless."
"And he looks like he cares way too much about how he looks!"
Tim smirked. "He does."
"I'll bet he doesn't even know what a d20 is!"
"A what?" Bernard asked. "Were you talking about me?"
"It's a C&C thing," Ives said. "Um, I've got to get food. Tim, come with me?"
"Wait, we have to catch up," Bernard said. "We haven't talked in ages."
"I'll be there in a minute," Tim said. "Go on, Ives."
Ives scowled. "Fine." He walked away.
"What's up, Bernard?"
"C&C? You're friends with someone who plays Castles and Chimeras? Because honestly, Drake, I didn't think you were the type."
"You knew I was a geek."
"There's geeky and there's geeky. And his hair! I can't believe you'd be friends with someone with such an awful haircut."
"Bernard, really, don't mention his hair."
"What? It's terrible!"
"He had cancer," Tim said.
"Oh," Bernard said. He was quiet for a moment. "Now I feel like an ass."
Tim nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."
"I won't mock him about it."
"Thanks," Tim said. "Look, I'll be back, I need to get food."
"Sure, sure," Bernard said.
I've barely started this one, but I'm definitely finishing it. It's for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dcmarvelthon and I'm pretty sure it's overdue. I've not made much headway, though.
This must be what going crazy is like, Scott mused.
There wasn't a single Titan who hadn't hit on him, it felt like. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Raven hadn't, which he was incredibly happy about, but Donna and Kory both had. Dick and Roy too. Wally seemed mostly straight, and Gar and Vic seemed more interested in mocking him than mating with him, but still. He could hardly walk down the hall without someone suggesting they step into a one of the side rooms or supply closets.
He'd never appreciated how important the Professor's supervision was until now.
Before meeting the Titans, he thought nothing could beat Bobby and Hank having a heated, angry argument that almost came to blows when in reality, they were in agreement and simply unable to understand each other.
I'm just not sure how to end this piece, or I would. I might still finish it and post. Not sure how much I like it.
Hob wasn't expecting his friend to show up. He was dead, after all. He'd been to the wake. Death had shown up and told him.
Still, he went to the same pub he always went to. Figured he'd drink to Dream's memory.
He wasn't expecting a man in a long brown coat to take a seat without asking permission.
"Hi," he said, grinning. He offered a hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."
"I'm straight," Hob said quickly.
"Why does everyone assume I'm hitting on them?" Jack said.
"Sorry," Hob said. "Robert Gadling."
"Nice to meet you," Jack said. "The friend you were supposed to meet sent me here. Said you might need a friend."
Hob blinked at him. "Sorry?"
"Morpheus? Pale, likes dark clothes, really hot?"
"You know him?"
"Only met him in person once. Unlike his sister. Her I've met a lot. I'm a little immortal, you see. Long story."
"What, really?" Hob said. "You too?"
Jack nodded and grinned. "Not many like us. Though there is that Mad Hettie girl. I met her when she was younger. Nice girl."
"Call me Hob," Hob said.
"Nice to meet you," Jack said.
I'm probably going to finish this. Basically it's Cable and Deadpool on board Serenity.
Simon was walking through the halls, going to visit Kaylee. River was asleep, no one was injured, and the alternative was taking abuse from Mal or Jayne. Kaylee was sweet and funny, and Simon enjoyed talking to her.
"Bodyslide by two!"
"What?" Simon turned around. No one was there. He didn't recognize the voice. He was about to put it down to not enough sleep when two figures appeared with a pop.
One was big, possibly bigger than Jayne. He had a metal arm and a glowing eye and a large gun. The other one was smaller, dressed from head to toe in red and black, he had two swords strapped to his back and he's talking.
Simon didn't catch what said. He was too busy passing out.
Mal heard a thump and rushed to the bridge. He saw two gaudily dressed…well, he could only assume they were men.
"Psh, what a girl," the smaller one said, toeing the doctor. "Reminds me of Weasel. But more of a gentleman. Nah, he's not like Weasel at all. More like Iron Man, if Iron Man were a wimp. Hmm, that's not quite right either. Oh! Irene Merryweather! He's like her, but without the balls."
"Why did you bring us here, Wade?" The larger one said. "Where is here?"
"On board Serenity. Do you think she wants me?"
"Where? Who?"
"In space. Irene. Geeze, Nate, pay attention."
"I thought you hated space."
"You can't take the skies from me!" Wade said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
The Captain decided he'd listened in for long enough. He touched the radio. "Zoe? Jayne? I might need a spot of help here in a moment or two. Leave the grenades behind, Jayne."
Then he pulled out his gun and stepped in front of the two.
"Oooh, it's the Captain!" Wade said. "You have no idea how cool this is for me."
Mal gave him an even stare. "What are you doing on my boat?" he asked.
"I'm wondering the same thing," Nate said. "Please, put down the gun. We won't hurt you."
"At least he won't," Wade said cheerfully.
"And neither will you," Nate said sternly.
"I probably won't," Wade admitted. "But if it makes you feel better, you can shoot me."
A bullet hit Wade in the forehead.
Mal turned around and saw Jayne holding the gun.
"Jayne!" Mal said. "What are you doing?"
"He said to shoot him!" Jayne said.
"You weren't supposed to actually do it!"
"It's okay," Wade said, digging the bullet out with his fingers. "I haven't been shot all week."
"You still breathing?" Mal said dubiously.
"Trust me," Nate said dryly. "If he were that easy to kill, someone would have done it long ago. Probably one of his friends."
"Still, healing up your skull kind of hurts," Wade said. "That wasn't very nice. And Jane's a girl's name."
"There's a y in it," Jayne said. "Y, for manly."
"Makes sense to me!" Wade said.
Anita accidentally summons Sokka to Young Justice. I'll probably finish this one.
The first thing Sokka noticed was that his head felt like all the armies of the Fire Nation had marched through and burned every single one of his brain cells.
Then there was a bright light. And voices.
Sokka opened his eyes to see a bunch of kids in strange and colorful garb standing over him.
"Hey, he's waking up," one of the girls said.
Sokka didn't know who these people were, but he also didn't trust them for a minute. He grabbed his space sword. "Someone explain to me what's going on right now or I'll take you all down."
The biggest one snorted. "With a sword? Please, we've got Robin. He can take you out in like, a minute."
"Not just that!" Sokka whipped out his boomerang and threw it at the big guy. It flew past him.
The big guy smirked. "You missed," he said.
"It's a boomerang," the short boy with the cape said.
"What's your point?" the big guy said, right before the boomerang whacked him on the head.
"It always comes back," Sokka said with a smirk.
"Hey! If it weren't for my patented Tactile Telekinesis, that would have hurt!"
"…I have no idea what you just said. Look, I don't know who you are or where you've taken me, but you better take me back right now. I'm friends with the Avatar. And a girl who can bend metal. "
"I can do that," the big guy said.
"So can I," a shorter girl with light colored hair and a metal bracelets said.
"Me too," the albino guy with the weird yellow eyes said.
"Toph totally said she invented it!" Sokka said. "Look, I'm not bluffing, here. I need to get back to my friends. And you guys are totally giving me the creeps."
"Hey, we're not creepy!" the kid with the goggles in the jumpsuit said. "And you can't leave!"
"Right, and you're going to stop me," Sokka said. He hoped they'd buy the bluff. He wasn't sure he could take all of them, even if they didn't all look like serious threats. There were a lot of them. Though he had fought with worse odds and won.
"Sure I could stop you!" the goggle kid said. He was holding Sokka's sword.
"What? How – how'd you get that?"
The kid smirked. "I'm really fast," he said.
"Seriously, I've got powerful friends," Sokka said. "My sister is the best water bender in the entire Southern Water Tribe." Okay, the only one, but these crazy people didn't need to know that. "And I'm friends with the greatest earth bender of all time." Though if these people could also bend metal, maybe Toph wasn't as great as she'd claimed to be. "Oh, and did I forget to mention? The Avatar. Yeah, that's right." He crossed his arms. "The Avatar's one of my best friends. So yeah, give me back my stuff and let me go now."
"Um, what exactly are you talking about?" the big guy said. "What's a water bender or an earth bender?"
"And what's the Southern Water Tribe?" the bracelet girl asked.
"And who's the Avatar?" the goggle kid said.
"Oh!" the girl who spoke seemed to be…made out of smoke? How was that possible? Sokka hadn't seen her before. "I know the Avatar!"
"You know who he's talking about, Secret?" the cape boy said.
Smoke girl nodded. "He's a very nice boy! With an arrow on his head!"
"You know Aang?" Sokka said.
"Yes, that's his name!" smoke girl said. "He says I'm very pretty for a spirit."
"You're a spirit?" Sokka says. "Am I in the spirit world? Oh, great, am I going to not be able to use a bathroom until I get back again?"
"You should be able to use the bathroom," cape boy said. "And no, you're not in the spirit world, whatever that is. Empress accidentally summoned you here."
The girl with the dark ponytail and the purple and gold clothes waved embarrassedly at him. "Sorry, mon," she said. "I was trying to summon an otherwordly being of enormous power to help us track down a murderer."
"Hey, I have enormous power!" Sokka said.
Big guy snorted. "Right," he said.
"Superboy," cape boy said sternly. "Look, we're trying as hard as we can to send you home, but these spells are difficult. Empress is working hard to figure it out. It's all more complicated since it wasn't on purpose."
Sokka stalked up to him. "Look, cape boy – "
He couldn’t see cape boy's eyes, but he was pretty sure he was raising his eyebrow. "Cape boy?" he asked.
"What? It fits!" Sokka was good at naming things. He'd come up with Combustion Man, after all!
Goggle kid giggled. "I like that! Can we call you Cape Boy, Robin?"
Cape boy glared at goggle kid. "No," he said. He offered a hand to Sokka. "I'm Robin," he said.
Sokka glared at him for a moment then shook his hand. "I'm Sokka," he said.
Suddenly goggle kid was in front of him. "Sokka? That's a cool name! Nice to meet you, I'm Impulse!"
"…strange name," Sokka said, wondering how the kid had gotten in front of him so fast.
"Well, it's not my real name. It's my superhero name. My real name's Bart – "
"You really don't comprehend the idea of a secret identity, do you, Impulse?" Robin said.
Bart or Impulse shrugged. "He's from an alternate dimension! Who's he gonna tell?"
"Um, okay?" Sokka said.
Bracelet girl grinned offered him her hand. "Name's Wonder Girl, or Cassie, nice to meet you."
"Oh, just offer him a place on the team, already," Robin said. "It's not like we're picky about who we take!"
"I've got my own team," Sokka said, feeling vaguely lost. "Um, nice to meet you? Ow!"
Albino guy had punched him in the shoulder. "Name's Slobo," he said. "I'm the Top Teen."
"…you should meet my friend Toph," Sokka said. "I think you two'd get along well."
"I'm Secret!" smoke girl said. "it's really nice to meet a friend of Aang's!"
"Name's Empress, mon, or Anita," purple girl said. "Nice to meet you."
"Uh, you too," Sokka said.
"Superboy," big guy said, nodding.
"Superboy? That's your name?" Sokka said.
"Yeah," Superboy said, poking his thumb at the shield symbol on his chest. "What's your problem with it?"
"Nothing, you're just…not very modest," Sokka said.
"Hey, I'm a clone of Superman!" Superboy said. "What do you expect?"
"I don't," Sokka said. "Who's Superman?"
"Just call him Kon," Cassie said, throwing an arm around Superboy. "It's easier and sounds less dumb."
"Superboy does not sound dumb, Wonder Girl!" Superboy said.
"Right, you're all incredibly modest, got it," Sokka said. "So…when can we work on getting me home? And can I have my boomerang back? And my space sword?"
"Space sword?" Slobo said, grabbing it from Bart. "What's so spacey about it?"
"Give it back!" Sokka said, snatching it from Slobo. "I made it from a meteorite!"
"You made it?" Robin said, nimbly grabbing it from him. "Huh, I've always wondered about swordmaking."
"Did you not here the 'give it back' I just shouted?" Sokka asked. "And that goes for my Boomerang too…I cannot call you Superboy and take myself seriously. I just can't."
"There's nothing wrong with being called Superboy!" Kon said. "Better than Sokka! You sound like footwear!"
"Just give me the boomerang!" Sokka said.
I started this during the summer after I read Artemis Fowl. I don't know if I'll finish it, since I don't know where it's going. I was definitely going to go into Bart having a thing for smart people, but I never got there.
"I'm Wonder Girl," The girl with the blond pig tails said. "I'm the leader of Young Justice. Apparently you already know Robin. This is Impulse, Superboy, Empress, and Slobo."
"Nice to meet you," Artemis said.
"What about you?" Bart asked, staring right at Holly.
Robin frowned and looked at Holly. "There's no one there, Bart."
"Yeah there is," Bart said. "There's a girl with pointy ears. And wings."
"Don't be ridiculous," Artemis said.
"No, I can see something there!" Superboy said. "Some kind of shimmer."
"I know what you mean," Wonder Girl said. "I can't make it out, but Bart's eyes are quicker than ours anyway."
"All right, Fowl," Robin said. "Who did you bring with you? Some kind of spy, perhaps?"
"Why would I spy on you?" Artemis asked.
Robin opened one of the pockets in his utility belt and pulled out a handful of tiny cameras. Holly recognized them. Artemis had designed them.
"I've been meaning to return these to you," he said. "Though really, was it necessary to put one in my bathroom?"
Superboy laughed.
"I could ask you the same thing," Artemis said, pulling a ziploc back filled with cameras from one of his own pockets.
"Okay, all cards on the table," Wonder Girl said. "How do the two of you know each other? And who's your invisible friend?"
Holly unshielded. "Captain Holly Short of LEP Recon," she said.
"You're a leprechaun?" Impulse asked.
"No, I…yes. Close enough."
"Shouldn't you have a little hat?"
"The uniforms have changed. Luckily."
"Sweet."
"And how do you two know each other?" Superboy asked.
"We went to one of those camps rich kids dump their kids at," Robin said. "For gifted children. This was before Young Justice started."
"We were allies, of a sort," Artemis said.
"Worked together a few times," Robin said. "No one else in the camp were near our level of, um, giftedness."
"Why, that was almost a compliment!" Artemis said.
"Some of us don't mind being nice," Robin said.
"So you were friends," Superboy said. "Why the spying and annoyance? What happened, chess game ended badly?"
Robin and Artemis glared at each other.
"Oh no," Holly said. "Please don't tell me that's what it was."
"I would have won!" Robin and Artemis said at the same time.
"If aliens hadn't vaporized the chess board, at least," Robin said.
"You would not – "
"That's a lie and you know it," Robin said.
Artemis glared. "Anyway, as Tim said – "
"Robin."
"Aliens attacked. Our chess game that had been going on for weeks was interrupted."
"I vanished in the confusion, of course," Robin said. "But Artemis saw me in costume and made the connection."
"Honestly, I can't see how more people don't," Artemis said. "That mask barely covers your face at all."
Robin glared at Artemis. "He helped me drive back the aliens. Keeping well out of the line of fire himself, of course."
"Not all of us have been trained by Batman," Artemis said lightly, buffing his well-manicured fingers on his jacket.
"That's for sure," Robin said, smirking.
"Since we're getting everything out in the open, I should tell you I'm perfectly aware of all your alter-egos," Artemis said. "Robin, I know, is Tim Drake. Impulse is Bart Allen, Wonder Girl is Cassandra Sandsmark, Kon-El has no secret identity, nor does Slobo, and I'd imagine the former Arrowette, otherwise known as Cissie King-Jones is in the security room with Lucas 'Snapper' Carr, and Secret is probably invisible."
"What about me, mon?" Empress asked.
"Er," Artemis admitted. "I haven't managed to figure that out. Yet."
This one's old, and it probably won't be finished. I did one of those dumb question things where you pick ten characters and answer questions about them, and I ended up getting a scenario where Bart was a hooker with Anita as his pimp where he eventually runs off with Carol. I didn't get quite that far, and I ended up being defeated by how depressing it was and the problem that I didn't know how much hookers generally cost. Ugh, I am not a fan of this story.
Anita drove him to the hotel and walked him up. In the room were two boys who were not much older than Bart.
"Money first," Anita said.
"Right, of course." The smaller of the boys pulled out a wallet and pulled out a wad of cash. Bart assumed Anita had discussed the price with him over the phone, but she didn't say how much it was. It looked like a lot, though. Anita counted it quickly, and nodded.
"You've got him for two hours. Don't do any permanent damage."
Madam Anita never had to go so far as to threaten her customers. There were whispered stories of what had happened to the last John who had treated Madam Anita's hookers wrong.
"Right, thanks," the boy said.
Anita smiled at Bart and left.
The two boys stared at Bart awkwardly.
"First time?" Bart asked. They nodded and blushed. "It's okay," he said. "What're your names?"
"Kon," the larger one muttered. "And this is Tim."
"Well, Kon and Tim, get ready for the best night of your lives." Bart walked forward and draped an arm around Tim. "They call me Impulse. I've got a supernatural lack of inhibitions."
felonazcorp is writing a Bernard/Tim bodice-ripper opera AU. We were talking about it and started thinking about who Dick is with in the AU and that led to discussions of Kory and how she'd be in this world which led to me writing this. I'm definitely planning on finishing it.
"You certainly took your time in there," Barbara said as they walked homewards. "Was she good?"
Dick glared at her. "I resent the implication," he said. "We only talked."
"I've heard about these circus people," Barbara said. "And I know you. I very much doubt that you 'only talked.'"
"Need I remind you that I am a circus person?" Dick said.
"It only strengthens my point."
"I don't appreciate these insults to my virtue, you know."
Barbara laughed.
Dick had to smile. "But we really only talked. I don't know if I was planning on dallying with her, but she looked as though she would murder me if I should even try."
"A waste of time, then?"
"I want to help her."
"Hoping she'll repay you?"
Dick stopped and turned to face Barbara. "I'm serious. I'm not doing this to bed her. I just can't refuse someone in need."
"Dick – "
"And the circus is paying Zucco's thugs for protection."
Barbara was silent for a moment. "Oh, Dick," she said. "I completely understand."
"I'd want to help her even if it had nothing to do with Zucco," Dick said hastily, "But now, well, we can bring him down. I have an idea, but we'll need Ted and possibly your father in on it."
Barbara put a hand on his shoulder. "Of course. Father's been wanting to bring Zucco down for ages. I'll do anything I can."
Dick gave her a small smile. "Thanks, Barbara. I knew I could count on you."
cissie_king said that the prompt "Fuck or die" could only be used for rape. This seemed a good way to prove her wrong. Of course, I ended up using the prompt for a fic about Mia dying of AIDS and never finishing this, but eh, it was still a good idea.
"Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Black Canary," Kon said.
Tim groaned. "Oh, please. Not this again."
"Come on," Kon urged.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Fine. Fuck Power Girl, chuck Wonder Woman, marry Canary."
"Chuck Wonder Woman? But she's so totally hot!"
"She's scary," Tim said. "And so are Power Girl and Canary, but Wonder Woman's so…I mean, I'd be embarrassed to even think about sex with her."
"Not me!" Kon said. "I would totally do Wonder Woman."
"What are you talking about?" Cassie said. "And ew, Kon. Why are you talking about doing Wonder Woman?"
"We're playing fuck, chuck, or marry," Kon said. "Hey Cassie, Superman, Batman, the Flash?"
"Um, chuck Batman cause he's terrifying," Cassie said.
"He's not that bad!" Tim said.
"He is, and you're creepy too," Kon said.
"Marry Superman, fuck the Flash," Cassie finished. "Superman's all sweet and stuff, and the Flash vibrates."
"He explodes stuff when he vibrates," Bart said, appearing from nowhere. "I'm better at vibrating."
There was a silence as Cassie, Kon, and Tim considered this.
"What are we talking about?" Bart asked.
"It's a game. Fuck, chuck, or marry," Kon said. "Pretty self-explanatory. Hey, Cass: me, Tim, Bart."
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Chuck you."
"Hey! Why?" Kon said.
"Because you're a jerk," Cassie said.
"I think she likes stomping on your ego," Tim said.
Cassie smirked. "Hey Kon. Tim, Bart, Slobo."
I wrote a drabble about Bart coming back from the dead, only evil. Then I expanded the fic. Then I sort of gave up on it. I still might end up finishing this, but I might not. It's a definite maybe.
"This room is proofed against Speedsters," Tim said. "The walls are programmed to vibrate at the same frequency as he does. He can't get out."
"Ah," Wally said. "Why do you have a room in Titans Tower built specifically to contain speedsters?"
Vic shrugged. "It was Robin's idea. But it did seem like a good idea."
"There are speedster villains we could be called upon to contain," Tim said. "I wanted to be prepared."
"Plus, it's pretty convenient in case your teammates go rogue, huh, Robin?" Wally asked.
"Could we focus on fixing Bart, please?" Tim asked.
"Right," Wally said. "I can steal his speed. Make him slow, even slower than non-speedsters."
"Good, because he's starting to wake up," J'onn said.
"Okay," Wally said, "but it won't be pleasant."
"Can it be undone?" Tim asked.
Wally nodded.
"Then do it," Tim said.
Wally touched Bart and the two of them blurred. Bart screamed. Tim looked away.
Wally jerked away, breathing hard.
Bart curled away from him and glared. "I'll kill you," he said to Wally. "I'll kill all of you. Especially you, Tim. How can you let them do this to me?"
Tim didn't answer. "J'onn?" he said.
"What are you going to do to him?" Wally asked.
"We need to see how his mind's been affected and see if we can undo the damage," J'onn said.
"So what, you're just gonna mess around in his brain?" Wally asked. "That's just wrong!"
"Oh, what do you care?" Tim asked bitterly. "You never liked him."
"Don't I get a say in this?" Bart asked.
"Bart, we'll fix you," Tim promised. "We'll make you better."
"Maybe I like me as I am, did you think of that?"
Tim couldn't meet Bart's eyes. "J'onn…" he said.
J'onn nodded. "His mind is twisted. I can fix it, but it will not be pleasant for any of us."
I felt like there needed to be fic based off this picture. I still feel that way. I don't know if I'll finish this or not.
"I think it's totally unfair to make us do dishes," Bart grumbled.
"We did lose the water balloon fight," Tim said.
"But Kon cheated!" Bart whined.
"By using TTK? You used superspeed first."
"I didn't use the entire pool!"
Tim shook his head. "You decided the teams would be me and you verses Kon and the girls."
"I thought we could take 'em!" Bart said.
"Anita has water-summoning spells. I've got the ability to be nearly invisible when there are shadows and I'm a detective!"
"You had good aim," Bart said.
"Still. And why did you make a bet on this and include me?"
"I wanted to get out of doing dishes?"
"Didn't work very well," Tim said. "Come on, let's finish these. It's way too hot to be in the kitchen."
Bart sighed loudly. Tim passed him a dish to dry and grabbed another to wash. He rinsed the soap off of it and handed it to Bart again. Then he did a double take.
"Bart, where did your shirt go?" he asked.
Bart shrugged. "It was too hot to wear a shirt."
"Come on, put your shirt back on."
"Nope!" Bart was suddenly on Tim's other side and flicking water at Tim's shirt. Dish water.
"Hey!" Tim said. "Bart! You're getting my shirt wet!"
"Take it off," Bart said. He tugged at the hem of Tim's shirt. "Come on."
"Bart!" Tim said, pushing at Bart's hands as they started wandering up under his shirt. "We're supposed to be doing dishes!"
Bart rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tim! This is more fun!"
"Bart," Tim pushed him firmly away. "Look at the sticky note."
Bart rolled his eyes and read it. "'Wash dishes. Do it.' I know, Tim. But it's so boring! And so hot!"
"Bart…"
"Can we fool around afterwards?" Bart asked.
Tim sighed. "I guess. But Bart – "
Bart turned into a whir of activity. He had the dishes done dried and put away before Tim could blink.
"Now can you take off your shirt?" Bart asked.
"Bart – " Tim said, and before he could argue Bart was pushing his hands under Tim's shirt and sliding it up so he could kiss Tim's stomach.
"Dammit," Tim said. He pulled his shirt off, ignoring Bart's smirk.
I feel a little guilty that I've never finished this. It was forbastet_in_april's birthday (A looooong time ago) and the prompt just hasn't inspired me. At all. But here's what I wrote so far.
Tim hadn't shown up to Titans Tower for weeks.
Bart knew that Tim was sometimes really busy. But normally he at least called.
Kon was worried too. He'd flown out to Gotham and come back muttering about how Robin had boobs all of a sudden, but that couldn't be right.
So Bart decided to look for himself.
He didn't find Robin. Or Batman.
He did find Batgirl, though. He asked her where Robin was, and she knocked him out with one punch.
He woke up an hour later.
"Bwuh?" he said.
"Quiet." Without her mask, Batgirl seemed nicer. Softer.
Still scary, though.
"Sorry," Bart said quietly. "Uh, why am I here?"
"No metas in Gotham," Batgirl said.
"Oh, right. Um, aren't I still in Gotham?"
Batgirl shrugged.
"Is Batman going to get mad?"
"Doesn't know."
"I can go," Bart said.
"No, stay," Batgirl said.
"Uh, okay. But I don't really want Batman to get mad at me."
Batgirl pulled off her mask.
"Ohwow," Bart said. "Um, I thought youBatpeople weren't allowedtotakeoff your masks at all or something?"
She gave him a puzzled look. "Slower?"
"Your mask. Robin never takes his off. Even though we know who he is now."
Batgirl shrugged. "Wanted you to see me."
Now we get to what I'm writing now. It's a love triangle between Carol, Bart, and Tim narrated by Deadpool and friends. It fills every prompt table. Oh, god, it is so cracky. I'll only do the first bit of this because I'm likely to post it soonish.
You may wonder how I know everything I'm about to tell you.
Now, I could feed you a tale about how I temporarily mind swapped with my psychic buddy Cable, or it was a new manifestation of my mutant powers, but really?
If I narrate, that's one more prompt on a table filled.
So how do I know this story?
I'm going to point to the last unused prompt on thedcu_freeforall prompt table. Do you see what that says?
That's right. Number 37, magic. And do you know what that means?
We don't have to explain it.
And there we go! There are more, but they're on my other computer and that's miles away. Plus, I'm never, ever going to finish those, most likely. Still, I hope you were at least a little amused by these.
unrequited_rain.When you see this, post an excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
Some of these I'm working on right now, some of them are old. I'll put a note of some sort next to the ones that I'm definitely finishing and if there's one you particularly like, tell me about it in the comments and, well, no promises, but maybe.
While writing Spoiled, I had the idea that Robin and the Spoilers sounded like a band. I started writing a magazine issue about them, but I never finished it. For the first time, you can read what I had!
Everyone knows about Robin and the Spoilers. From the moment Tim Drake hit the stage for the first time with Steph Brown and Bernard Dowd, they've been the biggest sensation since the Beatles. Robin, as Tim likes to be called when he's performing, writes most of their songs and is the lead voacalist. Steph, the first Spoiler, is the guitarist and Bernard is the drummer. They've been releasing great songs like "Tortured with a Powerdrill" and "Everyone I Love is Dead," not to mention the great, "Don't Tell Dad." Now, they've agreed to give SuperPeople an exclusive interview!
SuperPeople: It's really great that you could give us this interview.
Steph Brown: Hey! That's not a question! [laughs] Is that a question?
Bernard Dowd: Nope, not a bit.
SP: I guess you want to skip the formalities?
BD: Formalities are important. We quite like them. Carry on!
SP: O...kay. How are you?
BD: Just fine, thank you, and you?
SP: Terrific. I guess our first question is, what inspires you?
Tim Drake: [groan] Oh, not that question.
SB: It's like asking an author where she gets her ideas.
BD: Annoying question.
TD: But one I will answer! I'm inspired by puppies and daffodils and of course, my lovely Spoiler.
SP: That actually brings me to another question. It's been rumored that you are involved with one of the Spoilers, but no one can figure out which. Care to shed any light on that?
TD: [Laughs] Oh, yes. I love spending my nights with Bernard behind me and Steph in front of me, all of us hot and sweaty, moaning...
SB: Or something like that anyway.
SP: Really?
TD: Actually, I think I read that on the internet somewhere. It's the best place to find out what's going on in our relationship.
BD: Ah, yes, the internet. Apparently Timmy's involved with Ariana Countessa Brilliantisa or somesuch, and I'm fighting him for her, and Steph is fighting her for both of us. Or something.
SB: We love tabloids.
BD: That's why we keep our personal lives private.
TD: Well, that and because it's just that. Personal.
Pirate AU! Tim's the captain of a pirate ship, Bernard's taken prisoner. But I got stuck at one point and never managed to get more than the first part written. Luckily, I never posted it so it doesn't count as an abandoned WIP.
"Gonna have your way with him, Captain?"
Bernard's eyes widened and he tried to break free again. He gave a muffled shout against the gag.
"Stop scaring him," the captain said. "Don't you have things to be doing? Duties? A ship to be running? I didn't make you first mate because I wanted you to hang around pestering me all day."
Stephanie gave Bernard a push. He stumbled and almost fell, but the captain caught him. Bernard glanced up, his breath catching as he met intense blue eyes before reminding himself again that the captain was his enemy.
"I'm serious, Tim," Stephanie said. "How long's it been, now? Has there even been anyone since me?"
"Stephanie," the captain said warningly. Steph smirked and bounced off.
"Sorry about that," the captain said, leading Bernard firmly into his cabin. "Stephanie is everything I could ask for as a friend and a first mate, but she really does like to make an impression." He pushed Bernard into a chair and tied him to it. Bernard thought this was overkill. Only when Bernard was completely secured did the captain pull the gag out of his mouth.
"You bastard!" Bernard shouted. "I demand you release me! I've got friends in high places, you know. I'll have you arrested, I'll – "
The captain shoved the gag back in. "I can see why she wanted you quiet. Look, I'm not going to untie you until we have an intelligent conversation. Do you understand? Nod or shake."
Bernard nodded.
"Do you want the gag removed?"
Bernard nodded again.
"I'm giving you one more chance. Start yelling and the gag goes back in until we get to land. Understood?"
Bernard glared at him and nodded.
"Good." The captain pulled the gag out. "I'm Captain Timothy Drake of the good ship Robin. And you are?"
"Bernard Dowd, son of the woman who your crew just murdered."
"Miss Nina Dowd? Did you see a body?"
"She told me a captain goes down with her ship."
"Mmm." Drake smirked. "I've only known one captain who really would do that. Know what happened to him?"
"What?"
"He went down with his ship. Barry Allen was a brave captain, but a foolish one."
I've got vague plans to finish this. Vague meaning it could happen at some point when I'm bored or it could not happen. It's about Bernard and Ives meeting up, hating each other on sight, and Tim having to mediate. Bernard also wants to bone Tim. That's his normal state of being, after all.
"Your hair's looking great," Tim said.
Ives smirked. "I'll be happier when it's back to normal. But at least it just looks like I've got a haircut now, right? I don't need the stupid wig!"
"Yeah," Tim said, smiling. "Look, there's a good table."
Ives followed him. "Did you get the homework?"
"Yeah, it's - "
"I don't believe it!"
Tim and Ives turned around. Tim grinned. "Bernard Dowd," he said. "It's been a while."
"That it has, Drake. You never wrote, you never called, could have been dead for all I knew." Bernard shook my head and glanced at Ives. "Don't tell me you've had me replaced already? Because really, I'm far prettier."
Tim smirked. "Of course you are. Bernard, this is Ives. Ives, Bernard."
"I knew Tim first," Ives said.
"Yeah, I've known Ives forever. Bernard, want to sit with us?"
"Not that we'd want to interrupt you if you've got plans," Ives said.
"No, no plans," Bernard said. "Let me just grab my stuff."
He walked off, whistling.
"You're friends with him?" Ives asked as soon as he was out of hearing distance.
"Yeah," Tim said. "What's wrong with that?"
"He's so obnoxious," Ives said. "What was all that about being prettier? I'm plenty pretty!"
"He was just, um, flirting. He does that sometimes. But he's great once you get used to him."
"Flirting? Don't you mind?"
"Not really. He's harmless."
"And he looks like he cares way too much about how he looks!"
Tim smirked. "He does."
"I'll bet he doesn't even know what a d20 is!"
"A what?" Bernard asked. "Were you talking about me?"
"It's a C&C thing," Ives said. "Um, I've got to get food. Tim, come with me?"
"Wait, we have to catch up," Bernard said. "We haven't talked in ages."
"I'll be there in a minute," Tim said. "Go on, Ives."
Ives scowled. "Fine." He walked away.
"What's up, Bernard?"
"C&C? You're friends with someone who plays Castles and Chimeras? Because honestly, Drake, I didn't think you were the type."
"You knew I was a geek."
"There's geeky and there's geeky. And his hair! I can't believe you'd be friends with someone with such an awful haircut."
"Bernard, really, don't mention his hair."
"What? It's terrible!"
"He had cancer," Tim said.
"Oh," Bernard said. He was quiet for a moment. "Now I feel like an ass."
Tim nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."
"I won't mock him about it."
"Thanks," Tim said. "Look, I'll be back, I need to get food."
"Sure, sure," Bernard said.
I've barely started this one, but I'm definitely finishing it. It's for
dcmarvelthon and I'm pretty sure it's overdue. I've not made much headway, though.This must be what going crazy is like, Scott mused.
There wasn't a single Titan who hadn't hit on him, it felt like. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Raven hadn't, which he was incredibly happy about, but Donna and Kory both had. Dick and Roy too. Wally seemed mostly straight, and Gar and Vic seemed more interested in mocking him than mating with him, but still. He could hardly walk down the hall without someone suggesting they step into a one of the side rooms or supply closets.
He'd never appreciated how important the Professor's supervision was until now.
Before meeting the Titans, he thought nothing could beat Bobby and Hank having a heated, angry argument that almost came to blows when in reality, they were in agreement and simply unable to understand each other.
I'm just not sure how to end this piece, or I would. I might still finish it and post. Not sure how much I like it.
Hob wasn't expecting his friend to show up. He was dead, after all. He'd been to the wake. Death had shown up and told him.
Still, he went to the same pub he always went to. Figured he'd drink to Dream's memory.
He wasn't expecting a man in a long brown coat to take a seat without asking permission.
"Hi," he said, grinning. He offered a hand. "Captain Jack Harkness."
"I'm straight," Hob said quickly.
"Why does everyone assume I'm hitting on them?" Jack said.
"Sorry," Hob said. "Robert Gadling."
"Nice to meet you," Jack said. "The friend you were supposed to meet sent me here. Said you might need a friend."
Hob blinked at him. "Sorry?"
"Morpheus? Pale, likes dark clothes, really hot?"
"You know him?"
"Only met him in person once. Unlike his sister. Her I've met a lot. I'm a little immortal, you see. Long story."
"What, really?" Hob said. "You too?"
Jack nodded and grinned. "Not many like us. Though there is that Mad Hettie girl. I met her when she was younger. Nice girl."
"Call me Hob," Hob said.
"Nice to meet you," Jack said.
I'm probably going to finish this. Basically it's Cable and Deadpool on board Serenity.
Simon was walking through the halls, going to visit Kaylee. River was asleep, no one was injured, and the alternative was taking abuse from Mal or Jayne. Kaylee was sweet and funny, and Simon enjoyed talking to her.
"Bodyslide by two!"
"What?" Simon turned around. No one was there. He didn't recognize the voice. He was about to put it down to not enough sleep when two figures appeared with a pop.
One was big, possibly bigger than Jayne. He had a metal arm and a glowing eye and a large gun. The other one was smaller, dressed from head to toe in red and black, he had two swords strapped to his back and he's talking.
Simon didn't catch what said. He was too busy passing out.
Mal heard a thump and rushed to the bridge. He saw two gaudily dressed…well, he could only assume they were men.
"Psh, what a girl," the smaller one said, toeing the doctor. "Reminds me of Weasel. But more of a gentleman. Nah, he's not like Weasel at all. More like Iron Man, if Iron Man were a wimp. Hmm, that's not quite right either. Oh! Irene Merryweather! He's like her, but without the balls."
"Why did you bring us here, Wade?" The larger one said. "Where is here?"
"On board Serenity. Do you think she wants me?"
"Where? Who?"
"In space. Irene. Geeze, Nate, pay attention."
"I thought you hated space."
"You can't take the skies from me!" Wade said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
The Captain decided he'd listened in for long enough. He touched the radio. "Zoe? Jayne? I might need a spot of help here in a moment or two. Leave the grenades behind, Jayne."
Then he pulled out his gun and stepped in front of the two.
"Oooh, it's the Captain!" Wade said. "You have no idea how cool this is for me."
Mal gave him an even stare. "What are you doing on my boat?" he asked.
"I'm wondering the same thing," Nate said. "Please, put down the gun. We won't hurt you."
"At least he won't," Wade said cheerfully.
"And neither will you," Nate said sternly.
"I probably won't," Wade admitted. "But if it makes you feel better, you can shoot me."
A bullet hit Wade in the forehead.
Mal turned around and saw Jayne holding the gun.
"Jayne!" Mal said. "What are you doing?"
"He said to shoot him!" Jayne said.
"You weren't supposed to actually do it!"
"It's okay," Wade said, digging the bullet out with his fingers. "I haven't been shot all week."
"You still breathing?" Mal said dubiously.
"Trust me," Nate said dryly. "If he were that easy to kill, someone would have done it long ago. Probably one of his friends."
"Still, healing up your skull kind of hurts," Wade said. "That wasn't very nice. And Jane's a girl's name."
"There's a y in it," Jayne said. "Y, for manly."
"Makes sense to me!" Wade said.
Anita accidentally summons Sokka to Young Justice. I'll probably finish this one.
The first thing Sokka noticed was that his head felt like all the armies of the Fire Nation had marched through and burned every single one of his brain cells.
Then there was a bright light. And voices.
Sokka opened his eyes to see a bunch of kids in strange and colorful garb standing over him.
"Hey, he's waking up," one of the girls said.
Sokka didn't know who these people were, but he also didn't trust them for a minute. He grabbed his space sword. "Someone explain to me what's going on right now or I'll take you all down."
The biggest one snorted. "With a sword? Please, we've got Robin. He can take you out in like, a minute."
"Not just that!" Sokka whipped out his boomerang and threw it at the big guy. It flew past him.
The big guy smirked. "You missed," he said.
"It's a boomerang," the short boy with the cape said.
"What's your point?" the big guy said, right before the boomerang whacked him on the head.
"It always comes back," Sokka said with a smirk.
"Hey! If it weren't for my patented Tactile Telekinesis, that would have hurt!"
"…I have no idea what you just said. Look, I don't know who you are or where you've taken me, but you better take me back right now. I'm friends with the Avatar. And a girl who can bend metal. "
"I can do that," the big guy said.
"So can I," a shorter girl with light colored hair and a metal bracelets said.
"Me too," the albino guy with the weird yellow eyes said.
"Toph totally said she invented it!" Sokka said. "Look, I'm not bluffing, here. I need to get back to my friends. And you guys are totally giving me the creeps."
"Hey, we're not creepy!" the kid with the goggles in the jumpsuit said. "And you can't leave!"
"Right, and you're going to stop me," Sokka said. He hoped they'd buy the bluff. He wasn't sure he could take all of them, even if they didn't all look like serious threats. There were a lot of them. Though he had fought with worse odds and won.
"Sure I could stop you!" the goggle kid said. He was holding Sokka's sword.
"What? How – how'd you get that?"
The kid smirked. "I'm really fast," he said.
"Seriously, I've got powerful friends," Sokka said. "My sister is the best water bender in the entire Southern Water Tribe." Okay, the only one, but these crazy people didn't need to know that. "And I'm friends with the greatest earth bender of all time." Though if these people could also bend metal, maybe Toph wasn't as great as she'd claimed to be. "Oh, and did I forget to mention? The Avatar. Yeah, that's right." He crossed his arms. "The Avatar's one of my best friends. So yeah, give me back my stuff and let me go now."
"Um, what exactly are you talking about?" the big guy said. "What's a water bender or an earth bender?"
"And what's the Southern Water Tribe?" the bracelet girl asked.
"And who's the Avatar?" the goggle kid said.
"Oh!" the girl who spoke seemed to be…made out of smoke? How was that possible? Sokka hadn't seen her before. "I know the Avatar!"
"You know who he's talking about, Secret?" the cape boy said.
Smoke girl nodded. "He's a very nice boy! With an arrow on his head!"
"You know Aang?" Sokka said.
"Yes, that's his name!" smoke girl said. "He says I'm very pretty for a spirit."
"You're a spirit?" Sokka says. "Am I in the spirit world? Oh, great, am I going to not be able to use a bathroom until I get back again?"
"You should be able to use the bathroom," cape boy said. "And no, you're not in the spirit world, whatever that is. Empress accidentally summoned you here."
The girl with the dark ponytail and the purple and gold clothes waved embarrassedly at him. "Sorry, mon," she said. "I was trying to summon an otherwordly being of enormous power to help us track down a murderer."
"Hey, I have enormous power!" Sokka said.
Big guy snorted. "Right," he said.
"Superboy," cape boy said sternly. "Look, we're trying as hard as we can to send you home, but these spells are difficult. Empress is working hard to figure it out. It's all more complicated since it wasn't on purpose."
Sokka stalked up to him. "Look, cape boy – "
He couldn’t see cape boy's eyes, but he was pretty sure he was raising his eyebrow. "Cape boy?" he asked.
"What? It fits!" Sokka was good at naming things. He'd come up with Combustion Man, after all!
Goggle kid giggled. "I like that! Can we call you Cape Boy, Robin?"
Cape boy glared at goggle kid. "No," he said. He offered a hand to Sokka. "I'm Robin," he said.
Sokka glared at him for a moment then shook his hand. "I'm Sokka," he said.
Suddenly goggle kid was in front of him. "Sokka? That's a cool name! Nice to meet you, I'm Impulse!"
"…strange name," Sokka said, wondering how the kid had gotten in front of him so fast.
"Well, it's not my real name. It's my superhero name. My real name's Bart – "
"You really don't comprehend the idea of a secret identity, do you, Impulse?" Robin said.
Bart or Impulse shrugged. "He's from an alternate dimension! Who's he gonna tell?"
"Um, okay?" Sokka said.
Bracelet girl grinned offered him her hand. "Name's Wonder Girl, or Cassie, nice to meet you."
"Oh, just offer him a place on the team, already," Robin said. "It's not like we're picky about who we take!"
"I've got my own team," Sokka said, feeling vaguely lost. "Um, nice to meet you? Ow!"
Albino guy had punched him in the shoulder. "Name's Slobo," he said. "I'm the Top Teen."
"…you should meet my friend Toph," Sokka said. "I think you two'd get along well."
"I'm Secret!" smoke girl said. "it's really nice to meet a friend of Aang's!"
"Name's Empress, mon, or Anita," purple girl said. "Nice to meet you."
"Uh, you too," Sokka said.
"Superboy," big guy said, nodding.
"Superboy? That's your name?" Sokka said.
"Yeah," Superboy said, poking his thumb at the shield symbol on his chest. "What's your problem with it?"
"Nothing, you're just…not very modest," Sokka said.
"Hey, I'm a clone of Superman!" Superboy said. "What do you expect?"
"I don't," Sokka said. "Who's Superman?"
"Just call him Kon," Cassie said, throwing an arm around Superboy. "It's easier and sounds less dumb."
"Superboy does not sound dumb, Wonder Girl!" Superboy said.
"Right, you're all incredibly modest, got it," Sokka said. "So…when can we work on getting me home? And can I have my boomerang back? And my space sword?"
"Space sword?" Slobo said, grabbing it from Bart. "What's so spacey about it?"
"Give it back!" Sokka said, snatching it from Slobo. "I made it from a meteorite!"
"You made it?" Robin said, nimbly grabbing it from him. "Huh, I've always wondered about swordmaking."
"Did you not here the 'give it back' I just shouted?" Sokka asked. "And that goes for my Boomerang too…I cannot call you Superboy and take myself seriously. I just can't."
"There's nothing wrong with being called Superboy!" Kon said. "Better than Sokka! You sound like footwear!"
"Just give me the boomerang!" Sokka said.
I started this during the summer after I read Artemis Fowl. I don't know if I'll finish it, since I don't know where it's going. I was definitely going to go into Bart having a thing for smart people, but I never got there.
"I'm Wonder Girl," The girl with the blond pig tails said. "I'm the leader of Young Justice. Apparently you already know Robin. This is Impulse, Superboy, Empress, and Slobo."
"Nice to meet you," Artemis said.
"What about you?" Bart asked, staring right at Holly.
Robin frowned and looked at Holly. "There's no one there, Bart."
"Yeah there is," Bart said. "There's a girl with pointy ears. And wings."
"Don't be ridiculous," Artemis said.
"No, I can see something there!" Superboy said. "Some kind of shimmer."
"I know what you mean," Wonder Girl said. "I can't make it out, but Bart's eyes are quicker than ours anyway."
"All right, Fowl," Robin said. "Who did you bring with you? Some kind of spy, perhaps?"
"Why would I spy on you?" Artemis asked.
Robin opened one of the pockets in his utility belt and pulled out a handful of tiny cameras. Holly recognized them. Artemis had designed them.
"I've been meaning to return these to you," he said. "Though really, was it necessary to put one in my bathroom?"
Superboy laughed.
"I could ask you the same thing," Artemis said, pulling a ziploc back filled with cameras from one of his own pockets.
"Okay, all cards on the table," Wonder Girl said. "How do the two of you know each other? And who's your invisible friend?"
Holly unshielded. "Captain Holly Short of LEP Recon," she said.
"You're a leprechaun?" Impulse asked.
"No, I…yes. Close enough."
"Shouldn't you have a little hat?"
"The uniforms have changed. Luckily."
"Sweet."
"And how do you two know each other?" Superboy asked.
"We went to one of those camps rich kids dump their kids at," Robin said. "For gifted children. This was before Young Justice started."
"We were allies, of a sort," Artemis said.
"Worked together a few times," Robin said. "No one else in the camp were near our level of, um, giftedness."
"Why, that was almost a compliment!" Artemis said.
"Some of us don't mind being nice," Robin said.
"So you were friends," Superboy said. "Why the spying and annoyance? What happened, chess game ended badly?"
Robin and Artemis glared at each other.
"Oh no," Holly said. "Please don't tell me that's what it was."
"I would have won!" Robin and Artemis said at the same time.
"If aliens hadn't vaporized the chess board, at least," Robin said.
"You would not – "
"That's a lie and you know it," Robin said.
Artemis glared. "Anyway, as Tim said – "
"Robin."
"Aliens attacked. Our chess game that had been going on for weeks was interrupted."
"I vanished in the confusion, of course," Robin said. "But Artemis saw me in costume and made the connection."
"Honestly, I can't see how more people don't," Artemis said. "That mask barely covers your face at all."
Robin glared at Artemis. "He helped me drive back the aliens. Keeping well out of the line of fire himself, of course."
"Not all of us have been trained by Batman," Artemis said lightly, buffing his well-manicured fingers on his jacket.
"That's for sure," Robin said, smirking.
"Since we're getting everything out in the open, I should tell you I'm perfectly aware of all your alter-egos," Artemis said. "Robin, I know, is Tim Drake. Impulse is Bart Allen, Wonder Girl is Cassandra Sandsmark, Kon-El has no secret identity, nor does Slobo, and I'd imagine the former Arrowette, otherwise known as Cissie King-Jones is in the security room with Lucas 'Snapper' Carr, and Secret is probably invisible."
"What about me, mon?" Empress asked.
"Er," Artemis admitted. "I haven't managed to figure that out. Yet."
This one's old, and it probably won't be finished. I did one of those dumb question things where you pick ten characters and answer questions about them, and I ended up getting a scenario where Bart was a hooker with Anita as his pimp where he eventually runs off with Carol. I didn't get quite that far, and I ended up being defeated by how depressing it was and the problem that I didn't know how much hookers generally cost. Ugh, I am not a fan of this story.
Anita drove him to the hotel and walked him up. In the room were two boys who were not much older than Bart.
"Money first," Anita said.
"Right, of course." The smaller of the boys pulled out a wallet and pulled out a wad of cash. Bart assumed Anita had discussed the price with him over the phone, but she didn't say how much it was. It looked like a lot, though. Anita counted it quickly, and nodded.
"You've got him for two hours. Don't do any permanent damage."
Madam Anita never had to go so far as to threaten her customers. There were whispered stories of what had happened to the last John who had treated Madam Anita's hookers wrong.
"Right, thanks," the boy said.
Anita smiled at Bart and left.
The two boys stared at Bart awkwardly.
"First time?" Bart asked. They nodded and blushed. "It's okay," he said. "What're your names?"
"Kon," the larger one muttered. "And this is Tim."
"Well, Kon and Tim, get ready for the best night of your lives." Bart walked forward and draped an arm around Tim. "They call me Impulse. I've got a supernatural lack of inhibitions."
felonazcorp is writing a Bernard/Tim bodice-ripper opera AU. We were talking about it and started thinking about who Dick is with in the AU and that led to discussions of Kory and how she'd be in this world which led to me writing this. I'm definitely planning on finishing it."You certainly took your time in there," Barbara said as they walked homewards. "Was she good?"
Dick glared at her. "I resent the implication," he said. "We only talked."
"I've heard about these circus people," Barbara said. "And I know you. I very much doubt that you 'only talked.'"
"Need I remind you that I am a circus person?" Dick said.
"It only strengthens my point."
"I don't appreciate these insults to my virtue, you know."
Barbara laughed.
Dick had to smile. "But we really only talked. I don't know if I was planning on dallying with her, but she looked as though she would murder me if I should even try."
"A waste of time, then?"
"I want to help her."
"Hoping she'll repay you?"
Dick stopped and turned to face Barbara. "I'm serious. I'm not doing this to bed her. I just can't refuse someone in need."
"Dick – "
"And the circus is paying Zucco's thugs for protection."
Barbara was silent for a moment. "Oh, Dick," she said. "I completely understand."
"I'd want to help her even if it had nothing to do with Zucco," Dick said hastily, "But now, well, we can bring him down. I have an idea, but we'll need Ted and possibly your father in on it."
Barbara put a hand on his shoulder. "Of course. Father's been wanting to bring Zucco down for ages. I'll do anything I can."
Dick gave her a small smile. "Thanks, Barbara. I knew I could count on you."
cissie_king said that the prompt "Fuck or die" could only be used for rape. This seemed a good way to prove her wrong. Of course, I ended up using the prompt for a fic about Mia dying of AIDS and never finishing this, but eh, it was still a good idea."Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Black Canary," Kon said.
Tim groaned. "Oh, please. Not this again."
"Come on," Kon urged.
Tim rolled his eyes. "Fine. Fuck Power Girl, chuck Wonder Woman, marry Canary."
"Chuck Wonder Woman? But she's so totally hot!"
"She's scary," Tim said. "And so are Power Girl and Canary, but Wonder Woman's so…I mean, I'd be embarrassed to even think about sex with her."
"Not me!" Kon said. "I would totally do Wonder Woman."
"What are you talking about?" Cassie said. "And ew, Kon. Why are you talking about doing Wonder Woman?"
"We're playing fuck, chuck, or marry," Kon said. "Hey Cassie, Superman, Batman, the Flash?"
"Um, chuck Batman cause he's terrifying," Cassie said.
"He's not that bad!" Tim said.
"He is, and you're creepy too," Kon said.
"Marry Superman, fuck the Flash," Cassie finished. "Superman's all sweet and stuff, and the Flash vibrates."
"He explodes stuff when he vibrates," Bart said, appearing from nowhere. "I'm better at vibrating."
There was a silence as Cassie, Kon, and Tim considered this.
"What are we talking about?" Bart asked.
"It's a game. Fuck, chuck, or marry," Kon said. "Pretty self-explanatory. Hey, Cass: me, Tim, Bart."
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Chuck you."
"Hey! Why?" Kon said.
"Because you're a jerk," Cassie said.
"I think she likes stomping on your ego," Tim said.
Cassie smirked. "Hey Kon. Tim, Bart, Slobo."
I wrote a drabble about Bart coming back from the dead, only evil. Then I expanded the fic. Then I sort of gave up on it. I still might end up finishing this, but I might not. It's a definite maybe.
"This room is proofed against Speedsters," Tim said. "The walls are programmed to vibrate at the same frequency as he does. He can't get out."
"Ah," Wally said. "Why do you have a room in Titans Tower built specifically to contain speedsters?"
Vic shrugged. "It was Robin's idea. But it did seem like a good idea."
"There are speedster villains we could be called upon to contain," Tim said. "I wanted to be prepared."
"Plus, it's pretty convenient in case your teammates go rogue, huh, Robin?" Wally asked.
"Could we focus on fixing Bart, please?" Tim asked.
"Right," Wally said. "I can steal his speed. Make him slow, even slower than non-speedsters."
"Good, because he's starting to wake up," J'onn said.
"Okay," Wally said, "but it won't be pleasant."
"Can it be undone?" Tim asked.
Wally nodded.
"Then do it," Tim said.
Wally touched Bart and the two of them blurred. Bart screamed. Tim looked away.
Wally jerked away, breathing hard.
Bart curled away from him and glared. "I'll kill you," he said to Wally. "I'll kill all of you. Especially you, Tim. How can you let them do this to me?"
Tim didn't answer. "J'onn?" he said.
"What are you going to do to him?" Wally asked.
"We need to see how his mind's been affected and see if we can undo the damage," J'onn said.
"So what, you're just gonna mess around in his brain?" Wally asked. "That's just wrong!"
"Oh, what do you care?" Tim asked bitterly. "You never liked him."
"Don't I get a say in this?" Bart asked.
"Bart, we'll fix you," Tim promised. "We'll make you better."
"Maybe I like me as I am, did you think of that?"
Tim couldn't meet Bart's eyes. "J'onn…" he said.
J'onn nodded. "His mind is twisted. I can fix it, but it will not be pleasant for any of us."
I felt like there needed to be fic based off this picture. I still feel that way. I don't know if I'll finish this or not.
"I think it's totally unfair to make us do dishes," Bart grumbled.
"We did lose the water balloon fight," Tim said.
"But Kon cheated!" Bart whined.
"By using TTK? You used superspeed first."
"I didn't use the entire pool!"
Tim shook his head. "You decided the teams would be me and you verses Kon and the girls."
"I thought we could take 'em!" Bart said.
"Anita has water-summoning spells. I've got the ability to be nearly invisible when there are shadows and I'm a detective!"
"You had good aim," Bart said.
"Still. And why did you make a bet on this and include me?"
"I wanted to get out of doing dishes?"
"Didn't work very well," Tim said. "Come on, let's finish these. It's way too hot to be in the kitchen."
Bart sighed loudly. Tim passed him a dish to dry and grabbed another to wash. He rinsed the soap off of it and handed it to Bart again. Then he did a double take.
"Bart, where did your shirt go?" he asked.
Bart shrugged. "It was too hot to wear a shirt."
"Come on, put your shirt back on."
"Nope!" Bart was suddenly on Tim's other side and flicking water at Tim's shirt. Dish water.
"Hey!" Tim said. "Bart! You're getting my shirt wet!"
"Take it off," Bart said. He tugged at the hem of Tim's shirt. "Come on."
"Bart!" Tim said, pushing at Bart's hands as they started wandering up under his shirt. "We're supposed to be doing dishes!"
Bart rolled his eyes. "Come on, Tim! This is more fun!"
"Bart," Tim pushed him firmly away. "Look at the sticky note."
Bart rolled his eyes and read it. "'Wash dishes. Do it.' I know, Tim. But it's so boring! And so hot!"
"Bart…"
"Can we fool around afterwards?" Bart asked.
Tim sighed. "I guess. But Bart – "
Bart turned into a whir of activity. He had the dishes done dried and put away before Tim could blink.
"Now can you take off your shirt?" Bart asked.
"Bart – " Tim said, and before he could argue Bart was pushing his hands under Tim's shirt and sliding it up so he could kiss Tim's stomach.
"Dammit," Tim said. He pulled his shirt off, ignoring Bart's smirk.
I feel a little guilty that I've never finished this. It was for
bastet_in_april's birthday (A looooong time ago) and the prompt just hasn't inspired me. At all. But here's what I wrote so far.Tim hadn't shown up to Titans Tower for weeks.
Bart knew that Tim was sometimes really busy. But normally he at least called.
Kon was worried too. He'd flown out to Gotham and come back muttering about how Robin had boobs all of a sudden, but that couldn't be right.
So Bart decided to look for himself.
He didn't find Robin. Or Batman.
He did find Batgirl, though. He asked her where Robin was, and she knocked him out with one punch.
He woke up an hour later.
"Bwuh?" he said.
"Quiet." Without her mask, Batgirl seemed nicer. Softer.
Still scary, though.
"Sorry," Bart said quietly. "Uh, why am I here?"
"No metas in Gotham," Batgirl said.
"Oh, right. Um, aren't I still in Gotham?"
Batgirl shrugged.
"Is Batman going to get mad?"
"Doesn't know."
"I can go," Bart said.
"No, stay," Batgirl said.
"Uh, okay. But I don't really want Batman to get mad at me."
Batgirl pulled off her mask.
"Ohwow," Bart said. "Um, I thought youBatpeople weren't allowedtotakeoff your masks at all or something?"
She gave him a puzzled look. "Slower?"
"Your mask. Robin never takes his off. Even though we know who he is now."
Batgirl shrugged. "Wanted you to see me."
Now we get to what I'm writing now. It's a love triangle between Carol, Bart, and Tim narrated by Deadpool and friends. It fills every prompt table. Oh, god, it is so cracky. I'll only do the first bit of this because I'm likely to post it soonish.
You may wonder how I know everything I'm about to tell you.
Now, I could feed you a tale about how I temporarily mind swapped with my psychic buddy Cable, or it was a new manifestation of my mutant powers, but really?
If I narrate, that's one more prompt on a table filled.
So how do I know this story?
I'm going to point to the last unused prompt on the
dcu_freeforall prompt table. Do you see what that says?That's right. Number 37, magic. And do you know what that means?
We don't have to explain it.
And there we go! There are more, but they're on my other computer and that's miles away. Plus, I'm never, ever going to finish those, most likely. Still, I hope you were at least a little amused by these.