Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

[yj_anon]

THIS PART IS NOW CLOSED. YOU CAN CONTINUE POSTING FILLS, BUT PLEASE PROMPT ALL NEW THINGS HERE.

Part one here!

Part two here!

Part three here!

Part four here!

Feel free to reprompt posts from parts one, two, three or four in part five once. If you do so, I'd recommend leaving a link to your fill on the original prompt, in case somebody is tracking

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Re: A Remedy for Inadequacy (4/?)

[kingburu]

Not-Grayson froze again, frown and confusion blatantly apparent as he looked to my side. It seemed as though the similarities between my Grayson and this Grayson were as much eerily the same as they were different. He wore the same calculating, almost anxiously squirming demeanor, though more emphatic. I would say not even Brown wore her heart the way this imposter did.

“Right,” Not-Grayson murmured instead-though partially again I believed he was muttering his dialogue to himself. “Alternate universe. Not…always going to be whelming, sometimes…underwhelming. Heavy dis…but…” Receding from his internal monologue, Not-Grayson raised his eyes until they were on Pennyworth. I’d never seen the butler so animated. “But…you called me Master Richard. I…”

“This is the future. Not an alternate universe,” I coined. You become the second Batman, I was ready to say. You left Father’s side at the tender age of seventeen, honed your own city, created team-after-team-after team only to battle, isolate yourself from losses, and battle again until becoming a pathetic human being who at times put on the suit like a little boy dressing up in his Halloween costume for that one day and at times, radiated as one.

At the tip of my tongue, the utterance came with ease. But as he looked my way, there was the effervescence Grayson no longer showed, reduced to a faint twinkle in the back of his irises. His expression was void of nonexistence, yet there was a tremble in his stature as he stood high against the winds of this news. He was still accepting the death of Father rather than trekking onward and fending through Gotham.

There was no way, tomorrow night, Batman and Robin would show up the streets of Gotham and fend off its troubles. Tt.

“Tt. You become Nightwing.” Need be he was necessary for tomorrow night after tonight’s turn of events, I preferred him mentally stable.

“Nightwing,” he repeated, soft and drawled under his breath. “Okay.”

Now this was interesting. Behind no mask he shielded his fear, insecurities, and distrust, but rather a nervous, contemplative smile. It was a blind, dumb shit-eating grin he wore as warrior paint across his flesh, and to this demeanor only, did it seem disturbingly natural. A pathetic civilian would not have known the difference between a true smile and a dumb one, from this face.

Something my Grayson would have never done in my presence.

Out from nowhere, Pennyworth revealed a sample of what one could only assume was the original Grayson’s hair, small and slim before dropping it through the scanner. “Give it a moment, boys, to register the DNA samplings.”

“Bruce kept DNA samplings over me through the years, didn’t he?” Not-Grayson hid with ease behind his cloak and continued scrutiny of the bunker, voice soft and quite inaudible. “Creepy.”

There was, however, no display of anger or irritation where his voice receded. Though there was no apparent consent to these DNA samplings, he was not as frustrated nor near offended as I imagine the real Grayson would have been. Or, for that matter, me.

“Like what you see?” A wide smile broke across his lips and slowly he pulled away, taking into account the lack of achievements and wonders of the bunker. “You mind if I take a look-see, Alfred? I’d like to see what’s changed in the last…?”

“Thirteen,” Pennyworth supplied. “And go ahead, Master Richard.” Tt. One could hear it in his voice, how trusting he was of this younger version of Grayson, and the wry, it will all be yours, some day in his voice.

“Thirteen years? Huh.” He scratched his head, jaw tightening curiously, and pulled me away before I had the chance to discuss the situation with the butler. (Oh, lord, where has my sanity gone under this circumstance?) “Half my age. C’mon, can you show me around?”

“There is not much to show.” I looked to him wryly, eyes narrowed irritatingly at his form. Any souvenirs he were to keep from a crime scene were kept in storage for future use as duty for the Batman. His photo albums, which I doubt he touched in ages, had been stacked away if not burned. The real Grayson had isolated himself so only this little family knew of his whereabouts.

Re: A Remedy for Inadequacy (4/?)

[kingburu]

lovin' it. I never check the meme anymore because it's dwindling away rapidly, but when I do, I always check this thread.

Re: A Remedy for Inadequacy (4/?)

[fishiemishie]

This is...really awesome. I like your Damian voice, and for that matter, your young Dick is quite heartbreaking. His first reaction, upon hearing that (what he assumes to be an alt of) his mentor is dead, is to hug the person he assumes will need it most, as well as the person he assumes will understand his own grief at the thought of Bruce dying. (Alfred is also heartbreaking, in his own reserved way--I imagine he's waiting for the DNA test to confirm Dick's ID before he glomps him himself.)

I really hope you'll continue with this; I'd love to see it all pan out.