Fics I wouldn't write
A while ago I did the fics I wouldn't write meme and got two responses (only two? "pouts")
So here are the results
For shananagin
prompt: Bart Allen is evil bonus points for it being on Earth-3
All right, finally got this typed up. Had it written out on Thurs, but didn't have time type it up till now. Thanks for playing it was nice to have SOMETHING to work on at work :) Hope this is okay, only have passing knowledge of Earth-3.
Bart stifled a yawn as he cracked the safe. Stealing from safes was so boring, it only took him a few seconds to figure out the combination - and that was only on the times that he felt like taking his time. Most of the time he just vibrated through the door and took what he wanted.
He let the jewels slide through his fingers and down into the bag he had brought to put them in, he smiled. In truth, Bart just could resist not taking the jewels. He was just that greedy. Suddenly a loud booming sounded behind him, and Bart turned to see a circle of light forming behind him. It steadily grew till it was as large as a man and suddenly a boy about Bart's age fell through and with another boom the circle of light disappeared as quickly as it came.
With a open mouth, Bart watched as the boy staggered to his feet. He wore a costume of red and green with a black and yellow cape. Bart's eyes were drawn to the glimpse of leg he could see beneath the cape. Bart licked his lips - he was always a bit of a leg man. He looked around the room, confusion clear on his face. Surprise mixed with the confusion as the boy finally noticed Bart standing by the safe. “Bart? Bart what are you doing here?”
Bart's eyes narrowed and a frown formed on his lips. There was no way he should have known Bart's name. He held up his hands and created a small whirlwind that sent the boy crashing into the wall and then slumped to the floor unconscious.
Bart walked over to the boy and kicked him on to his back and then sank down into a crouch next to him, to get a better look at him. The kid was small, but not young, if he had to guess, he'd say the boy was about fifteen. He had silky black hair, high cheek bones, and full lips. In short he was beautiful and Bart liked beautiful things. He slipped the pouch that held the jewels into a pocket and then reached for the boy. Far be it for Bart to look a gifted horse in the mouth. If the universe wanted to drop rubies, emeralds and beautiful boys that he could play with into his lap, he wasn't going to say no.
For
v5_vendetta
prompt: Damian Wayne becomes Batman
The sun was setting by the time Damian Wayne got to the cemetery. The sun was nothing more than a red line on the horizon. Damian made his way over to a certain headstone kneeing before it. He reached into the trench coat he was wearing and pulled out a single rose and laid it down, and then traced the letters on the headstone - almost lovingly.
Timothy Jackson Drake-Harper
Beloved son, brother
and husband
“We were never given the chance we deserved,” Damian said softly. Once again the image of that final battle skirted on the edge his vision. Space invaders had descended on the earth. In the final battle on the streets of Metropolis Tim had been surrounded by the elite guard of the invading force, Damian had tried to go to his side, but the archer beat him to it and before anyone could do anything they were both shot down by the laser guns. Even in death Harper denied Damian's right to be with Tim. In a fit of grief both Batman and Nightwing threw themselves at the invaders and died as well
"You said once that Gotham would always need Batman. He was her guardian angel. I agree If Batman does not take up the battle, the city will burn." Damian stood and took off the trench coat he wore. Underneath it was a familiar gray uniform with a stylized bat across the chest. From a hidden pocket he took out a cowl and cape and put them on. "This I do for you my Beloved."
With a swirl of his cape Batman left to take his place in the night..
And since I'm on vacation this week I'll take more requests for this meme - it's fun. The rules are thus
1) Give me three (or more) ideas for stories that I would NOT write
2) I pick one and write a snippet of it for you
So come on and play its fun!
So here are the results
For shananagin
prompt: Bart Allen is evil bonus points for it being on Earth-3
All right, finally got this typed up. Had it written out on Thurs, but didn't have time type it up till now. Thanks for playing it was nice to have SOMETHING to work on at work :) Hope this is okay, only have passing knowledge of Earth-3.
Bart stifled a yawn as he cracked the safe. Stealing from safes was so boring, it only took him a few seconds to figure out the combination - and that was only on the times that he felt like taking his time. Most of the time he just vibrated through the door and took what he wanted.
He let the jewels slide through his fingers and down into the bag he had brought to put them in, he smiled. In truth, Bart just could resist not taking the jewels. He was just that greedy. Suddenly a loud booming sounded behind him, and Bart turned to see a circle of light forming behind him. It steadily grew till it was as large as a man and suddenly a boy about Bart's age fell through and with another boom the circle of light disappeared as quickly as it came.
With a open mouth, Bart watched as the boy staggered to his feet. He wore a costume of red and green with a black and yellow cape. Bart's eyes were drawn to the glimpse of leg he could see beneath the cape. Bart licked his lips - he was always a bit of a leg man. He looked around the room, confusion clear on his face. Surprise mixed with the confusion as the boy finally noticed Bart standing by the safe. “Bart? Bart what are you doing here?”
Bart's eyes narrowed and a frown formed on his lips. There was no way he should have known Bart's name. He held up his hands and created a small whirlwind that sent the boy crashing into the wall and then slumped to the floor unconscious.
Bart walked over to the boy and kicked him on to his back and then sank down into a crouch next to him, to get a better look at him. The kid was small, but not young, if he had to guess, he'd say the boy was about fifteen. He had silky black hair, high cheek bones, and full lips. In short he was beautiful and Bart liked beautiful things. He slipped the pouch that held the jewels into a pocket and then reached for the boy. Far be it for Bart to look a gifted horse in the mouth. If the universe wanted to drop rubies, emeralds and beautiful boys that he could play with into his lap, he wasn't going to say no.
For
v5_vendetta
prompt: Damian Wayne becomes Batman
The sun was setting by the time Damian Wayne got to the cemetery. The sun was nothing more than a red line on the horizon. Damian made his way over to a certain headstone kneeing before it. He reached into the trench coat he was wearing and pulled out a single rose and laid it down, and then traced the letters on the headstone - almost lovingly.
Timothy Jackson Drake-Harper
Beloved son, brother
and husband
“We were never given the chance we deserved,” Damian said softly. Once again the image of that final battle skirted on the edge his vision. Space invaders had descended on the earth. In the final battle on the streets of Metropolis Tim had been surrounded by the elite guard of the invading force, Damian had tried to go to his side, but the archer beat him to it and before anyone could do anything they were both shot down by the laser guns. Even in death Harper denied Damian's right to be with Tim. In a fit of grief both Batman and Nightwing threw themselves at the invaders and died as well
"You said once that Gotham would always need Batman. He was her guardian angel. I agree If Batman does not take up the battle, the city will burn." Damian stood and took off the trench coat he wore. Underneath it was a familiar gray uniform with a stylized bat across the chest. From a hidden pocket he took out a cowl and cape and put them on. "This I do for you my Beloved."
With a swirl of his cape Batman left to take his place in the night..
And since I'm on vacation this week I'll take more requests for this meme - it's fun. The rules are thus
1) Give me three (or more) ideas for stories that I would NOT write
2) I pick one and write a snippet of it for you
So come on and play its fun!