CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS // UNDERAGE Prompt Post // February 1-15
This post is for ANY AND ALL UNDERAGE PROMPTS. This means any pairing where one or both persons are under the age of 18.
PROMPTS AND FILLS MENTIONING REAL PERSONS CURRENTLY UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE BANNED.
They can not be aged up or mentioned in passing. Use OCs or someone else to fill the void.
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PROMPTS AND FILLS MENTIONING REAL PERSONS CURRENTLY UNDER THE AGE OF 18 ARE BANNED.
They can not be aged up or mentioned in passing. Use OCs or someone else to fill the void.
ART DEPICTING UNDERAGED PERSONS IN ANY SITUATION IS ( Read more... )
“Robin. My name’s Robin, you ass.”
“No.” Jared was suddenly dead-serious. “Robin is some selfish little asshole who let a kid walk right into the hands of a pedophilic madman with hero-issues. Robin is an asshole - and your name isn’t Robin.”
“Jared.”
“No. No, Jeff. Who does that? I mean, if the police doesn’t believe him…well. I can even see where they’re coming from. But someone who knows what’s happening, who knows he’s telling the truth just refusing? That’s another level of sick.”
Jensen didn’t think that was entirely fair. Dick had known what would happen -yes. But if he’d known, he’d have to know and Jensen was pretty aware of the magnetism his mentor possessed. Then, there was the thrill of chasing bad guys, the believe that what they did was right and righteous.
Dick believed all that. He didn’t just use the fighting to quell his anger - he wasn’t really an angry kind of guy in the first place. Not like Jensen.
For someone as entirely good as Dick, it might even be alright to suffer something for the sake of others, to sacrifice something so strangers might live.
Jensen… wasn’t made that way. He wasn’t as good, he knew that full well. He’d fought most times, tried to refuse and in the end, Bruce had stopped trying to be a gentle lover and just took what he wanted, and if that left him less satisfied than a compliant Dick Grayson would… well.
All the better.
Still, no matter how much he kinda understood Dick, he sure as hell wouldn’t defend him. He’d rather get on with it and get it over.
“Hey… Could you two maybe bicker later and kill me now? I’m kinda not in the mood here.”
They looked up, and Jensen would laugh about how funny that looked. But he couldn’t- he really kinda didn’t want to die.
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