Prompt Post - Part Two! [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Still, the Young Justice was generally assigned the interesting missions. Their mentors had, over time, learned that bored teenagers had a tendency towards destruction. Because of this, they made sure to assign the Young Justice missions that, while semi-safe, didn’t fall under that categories of ‘long term’ or ‘pacifistic’.
With all of this in mind, Red Tornado wasn’t quite sure the newest mission he had for the team had been well thought out in matters of assignment. Of course, Red Tornado understood the logic behind it; the mission would be time consuming for the more experienced members of the Justice League, something to be avoided. The less experienced teenagers were more expendable time-wise, and, as an added bonus, likely to at least learn patience from the mission.
“I simply can’t make do without my butler. How ever will I manage to get ready in the morning? Or to eat? You people ask too much of me!”
After all, Red Tornado mused dryly, patience would be required when dealing with a vocal civilian such as Bruce Wayne.
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The members of the Young Justice formed a small half circle around Red Tornado. They had gathered in the combat room to receive news about their latest mission and were now waiting for the robot to tell them their instructions.
“Dude,” Kid Flash muttered to Robin, “I think my foot just fell asleep.” He shook his foot, pointing down at it to provide proof for his friend. “And, like, I can feel the sleepiness traveling northward, Rob. At this rate I’m going to collapse!”
Robin snorted. “If you do, don’t expect me to catch you.”
“Harsh, man. Harsh.”’
“Would you two shut up?” Artemis hissed from KF’s side.
Wally made a face at her while Robin took on his ‘I’m only in the same room with you because I have to be, you pathetic excuse for a life form’ stance. Wally wasn't sure who it was aimed at.
“If you would all be silent,” Red Tornado said, deciding that intervention was necessary now that Robin was starting to act like Batman, “I would like to begin.”
Wally and Artemis gave murmurs of half-hearted apology. Robin, after a vicious jab in his side via KF, let out a grudging, “Yeah, sorry,” of his own.
Red Tornado nodded, appeased. “Very well then,” he said. “Now, I’m sure all of you have heard of the recent threats that were made against Bruce Wayne should he continue his patron-ship of the Justice League.” He paused, allowing the teenagers time to mumble agreements. “As it happens, some of these threats have been found to be… serious. Several attempts have already been made on Mr. Wayne’s life, though all have been stopped before completion.”
Wally muttered something under his breath. Robin, upon hearing it, whacked the redhead upside the head.
The robot ignored them. “The founding members have decided that it would be in Mr. Wayne’s best interest if he were given body-guards to defend him against these threats. Superman was particularly adamant about this.”
Robin snickered.
“Superman was also adamant that the Young Justice serve as said body guards.” Red Tornado looked at the group spread out in front of him. “He suggested that Mr. Wayne be relocated to one of his lesser used business centers outside of Gotham.”
“And where would that be?” Superboy asked, frowning.
“You will be informed of the location after reaching it.”
Artemis scowled. “Why? It’s not like we’re going to post something on Facebook or Twitter about where we’re hiding.” She turned to glare at Wally. “Well, most of us won’t, at least.”
Wally blushed and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly “Still sorry about that, guys.”
Robin, eyes rolling behind his mask, raised his hand. When Red Tornado nodded at him, the Boy Wonder asked, “Where exactly is Mr. Wayne?”
Red Tornado let out what sounded like a sigh. “Superman is currently watching him.”
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AN: Drabble-ish start is drabble-ish. ><
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Clark Kent, also known as Superman, shot his friend a smug smile. “What’s brilliant, Bruce?”
The two men were sitting in one of private rooms of the central Justice League headquarters. In front of them were two cups of coffee, a small milk carton, and numerous packets of empty Sweet-n-Low.
Clark was fully decked in his Superman regalia, and, even though Bruce had made it a point several times to tell him how ridiculous he looked, his eyes were scrunched in barely restrained amusement. In contrast, Bruce was elegantly dressed in a custom grey suit with a fashionably thin blue tie. His eyes were narrowed in obvious annoyance.
“This, Kent. This.” Bruce gestured to himself. “I’m about to spend the next several days with six teenagers as my principal form of company. “ He scowled. “I don’t even like most of them.”
Clark let out a small snort. “I’m sure most of them don’t like you, Mr. Personality.”
Bruce glared at his not-friend. “That point aside,” he continued darkly, “I’m still perfectly capable of handling myself. If you hadn’t brought up the subject in front of the others, I wouldn’t be dealing with this.”
“By others, who exactly do you mean?” Clark asked, raising an eyebrow. “Diana, John, and Barry were more than willing to leave you to your own methods.”
“That’s because they know who I am,” Bruce growled. “Dinah, Ollie, and Red Tornado, however, remain unaware.”
Clark shrugged. “You should be flattered, Bruce. They wanted to help Bruce Wayne without even knowing that he’s- well, you.”
“Ollie happens to be friends with Bruce.”
“Yes,” Clark admitted, “But I know for a fact that Dinah doesn’t care all that much for you in general. It was sweet of her to worry about you.”
“It was sweet of her to worry about the League’s funding should I be found dead in some pond,” Bruce retorted. He took a sip of his coffee. “I’m sure she’d have been more than happy to leave me to my own devices if you hadn’t brought this whole assassination thing up.”
“Eh,” Clark muttered in agreement. “Probably.” At Bruce’s annoyed glare, Clark shrugged. “You don’t really help your popularity when you insist on giving hour long speeches.”
“I don’t want to do this,” Bruce grumbled, ignoring Clark’s last, rather valid point. “Half of my business-my business that I own and run- is set on this. Thanks to you, I can’t back out.”
“I still think all this just shows how much people care for you.”
Bruce sighed, rolling his eyes in the most dignified way possible. “Thank you for that, Kent. I don’t know how I’d ever go about every day life without that knowledge.”
Clark laughed, taking Bruce’s sarcasm with good humor. “I’m sure you'd manage. Look,” Superman said, eyes practically twinkling in mirth, “if it makes you feel better, just think of it as a training exercise for the team. Knowing you, they’ll come out of this knowing how to resist killing ornery civilians.”
A small beeping sound cut off the scathing remark Bruce intended to make in response. The two men turned towards the teleporting pads in the corner of the room. Superman’s expression morphed from gleeful amusement to annoyance, while Bruce’s annoyance changed into air-headed bemusement.
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“Haven’t been here before,” Kid Flash mumbled to Robin, stepping down from the pad. “Y’know, I’m starting to think Spee-err, Red Arrow had a point.”
The Boy Wonder shrugged, moving gracefully off the pad to stand beside his friend. “It’s not like we’re missing anything that great.”
Artemis seemed to agree. The blonde gave the room a quick, dismissive glance before her eyes lit on the attractive figure of Bruce Wayne. She raised an eyebrow, letting out a low whistle. “Guess those tabloid articles weren’t lying,” she whispered to M’gann. “I don’t care how stupid that man is; he sure fills out a suit well.”
M’gann’s cheeks flared red, and she made little hushing gestures at her shamelessly staring friend.
Superboy, upon noticing the familiar figure of Superman, stiffened and focused his attention on the ground. He didn’t bother looking around the room, afraid that he might meet Superman’s gaze and set off an awkward staring contest.
“Mr. Wayne,” Kaldur greeted, realizing that he would have to be the professional in the matter. “I am Aqualad.”
“Oh, hmm? Of course.” Bruce blinked, waving his hand dismissively. “Aquaboy, right.”
Off to the side, Robin let out what sounded suspiciously like a giggle.
Kaldur kept a straight face, forcibly keeping the corner of his eye from twitching. As calmly as he could, Aqualad told Bruce the rest of the team’s names, pointing at each member as he did so. “We are here to protect you,” he said, inclining his head respectfully.
Bruce beamed at him. “Of course you will, Aquamarine! Though, and I mean this with no offense intended, wouldn’t it be better for one of the real League members to protect me?” He widened his eyes, bringing up a worried hand to rest against his chest. “I’m just so worried…”
Superman coughed into his hand. “I’m sure the Young Justice will be more than capable of protecting you.”
“We are well trained,” Kaldur added. “It will be an easy task for us to watch you, Mr. Wayne.”
Kaldur may have been imagining it, but what seemed like a glint of annoyance flashed across Wayne’s face. He blinked and it was gone.
“Please,” the man purred, “call me Brucie.”
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AN: I'm not sure if idiot!Bruce is in character or not. ^^,
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AND OH GOD BRUCIE.... IT BREAKS MY BRAIN.
This is gonna be a loooooong mission.
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Yeeeeeessss
F5!!
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I'm certainly laughing like crazy! XD
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(Also, I'm posting this to my FFNet account, under the same name. I say this mainly because I feel better when people know that I, the author, am aware that my fill's been posted. Otherwise, I'd feel incredibly awkward re-posting. ^^,)
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I send my eternal love OP
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FUCK YEAH I WANTED THIS PROMPT TO GET FILLED SO BADLY
F5 F5 F5 F5 F5
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Now my roommate wants an explanation. But I don't think I'll give her one...
ILU ANON
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On a large scale, the week’s suckishness had been because of Robin’s mentor and father, Batman. On a small scale, the week’s suckishness had been because of the group of idiots that decided Bruce was better off dead and, by extension, caused Bruce’s extra moodiness.
Ever since Kent brought up the whole ‘Bruce Wayne, the man that pays for your food, is being targeted by a group of assassins’ thing to the Justice League, Bruce’s surliness had gone from annoying to unbearable. Richard Grayson, the poor soul who spent the most time with Bruce, found himself subject to the man’s bad humor.
Robin’s bad week (and, really, he was considering capitalizing it and making it The Bad Week) consisted of various elements of suffering. If Bruce wasn’t working him into the ground training, he was snapping at him for carelessness, idiocy, or a lack of attention. If Bruce wasn’t harping on him to keep his ninety-nine average in all his classes, he was quizzing him on college material that Dick really didn’t need to know.
It got to the point to where Dick was offering to help Alfred clean the Manor or begging (yes, begging) Wally to let him visit Central for the day.
Of course, Robin didn’t find out about Superman's suggestion (and, consequently, the reason for The Bad Week), until the fated meeting with Red Tornado. Once the team’s fill-in den mother told them that the Young Justice was to protect Bruce Wayne, billionaire extraordinaire, until such a time as people stopped (actively) trying to kill him, Dick had been subject to a sudden epiphany.
Mentally, with his face poker-straight and stoic as Red Tornado continued with his debriefing, Robin planned ample revenge on Clark Kent for starting the whole thing. Said plans mainly consisted of large quantities of green kryptonite and Bruce-duty, two of Kent's worst fears.
Once that was done, he began plans to make the ‘such a time that people stop trying to kill Bruce’ as overwhelmingly miserable for his father as possible.
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“Meh,” Dick mumbled with a shrug.
The two boys had managed to snag Superman and Bruce’s original seats, and Robin, after noticing which cup was surrounded by the most Sweet-n-Low packets, was currently drinking the rest of Superman’s coffee. Wally, sitting in Bruce’s seat, had set about opening the remaining packets of sugar and pouring them into his mouth.
The rest of the Young Justice team had chosen to stand. As they had in the training room, the older members of the team formed a half-circle around the adults. Red Tornado had left (really, he’d fled), but Superman had remained to finish the robot’s debriefing duties. He stood, somewhat reluctantly, beside Bruce Wayne.
Brucie, as Wally pointed out, had a distant look on his face. The billionaire wasn’t even trying to mask his boredom. To Robin’s glee, he even went so far as to yawn, loudly, when Superman started speaking.
“Mr. Wayne,” Superman started, the intent to scold clear, “I’d appr-“
“Brucie,” Brucie cut him off languidly as he inspected his fingernails.
Robin snorted mid-sip, causing coffee to spill out of his mouth and, to Wally’s great amusement, nose.
“Shut up,” the Boy Wonder grumbled. Feeling his face start to heat, Robin reached over his (Superman’s) cup and grabbed one of the crumple napkins that was sitting at the center of the table. He took his time wiping his face, careful to keep his red cheeks covered.
Wally let out a snicker. “There’s grace for you.” He eeped when Robin’s booted foot came in contact with his knee. “Dude!”
While the two boys continued their fight, Superman did his best to get ‘Brucie’ to behave. The Man of Steel, for all his patience and Batman-experience, could already feel his hair turning grey at the roots.
“I’m sure you understand the importance of staying… off the grid.” Superman raised an eyebrow at Brucie, mentally praying that the man would resist acting like an idiot. More importantly, Superman prayed that Bruce would resist proving a point.
When the billionaire’s eyebrows furrowed, Superman let out a mental stream of Kryptonian curses.
“Off the grid?” Brucie questioned, scandalized. “But- my charity parties! Who will raise money for the jobless orphans and the parentless workers?”
Superboy shared a look of confusion with M’gann.
‘Jobless orphans?’ he mouthed at her.
She shrugged. ‘Parentless workers?’
Unaware of their confusion, Brucie continued. “It’s simply- I can’t even comprehend where you’re coming from with this!”
Aqualad, unable to help himself, replied. “I believe, Mr.Wayne, that we are com-“
“Brucie,” Brucie interrupted him. (Superman wondered, grudgingly amused, if Bruce chose to interrupt people a few words after their mistake just to catch them while their guard was down.)
“… Brucie. I believe that we are coming from the idea that there are people trying to kill you.” Aqualad inclined his head. “With all due respect, sir.”
“None of you do this when I break up with one of my girlfriends,” Bruce argued petulantly. His lips pressed forward in a childish pout, completing the image of ‘spoiled rich boy’.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Superboy asked.
Superman groaned.
“I’m glad you asked Supreme-o!” Brucie beamed, appreciation clear on his face. “You see, a lot of the women I break up with don’t always want to be broken up with. They get angry, yell at me about stupid things like forgetting their names or flirting with someone else, and some of them even threaten to kill me.” Bruce’s face paled and he allowed a brief, almost prim, shudder to pass over his body.
“While I’m sure all of that’s very traumatic for you,” Superman ground out,
(“And for the people inhabiting his house,” Dick whispered to Wally.)
“I doubt that any of the women have managed to do any serious damage.”
Robin let out a small, nearly inaudible giggle into Superman’s coffee mug. Wally, seeing his opportunity to be 'mature', kicked Dick’s knee.
“Subtle,” he mumbled.
Dick glared at him.
Wally grinned in response. “Bet I can make this worse,” he whispered.
Even with his domino mask on, Wally could see Dick's eyes narrow. “KF…” Robin growled in warning.
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The Man of Steel let out a weary sigh. Running a hand through his always-perfect cowlick, he nodded to Wally in a ‘continue’ gesture.
“Thanks, Supes.” Wally beamed, casting a smug look towards Robin before he continued. “I was just wondering about that kid Mr. Wa- err, Brucie has.”
Robin felt his face pale. With his back towards Superman, he started to make sharp ‘abort! abort!’ gestures to Kid Flash.
“Richard?” Brucie asked.
Robin heard the underlying meaning: ”If I have to be here, so do you.” His eye twitched.
Superman waved a hand dismissively. “Not to worry, Mr. Wayne. I have-“
“Brucie.”
“Not to worry, Brucie. I’ll have Supergirl watch Richard for you,” Superman said. Robin, hunched over in his seat and imagining Wally’s painful death, hoped that Bruce didn’t hear the ‘I’m so proud of myself’ tone in Kent’s voice.
“You can’t separate a father and his child!” Bruce cried dramatically. Translation: "I'm not giving up that easily!"
Think up an excuse, Kent, Robin thought in Superman’s direction. I’m not the one you’re punishing!
“He’d be safer separate from you,” Superman decided after a pause.
“Wouldn’t he also be safer with six guards instead of just one?” Bruce asked. “I want only the best that the League has to offer for my precious little boy!"
Robin, taking a brief moment to dry-heave in Wally’s direction, decided that it was time to act. “Supergirl’s more experienced than we are,” he pointed out.
“Yeah,” Wally added. “The only reason why there’s so many of us is because we’re only semi-competent.” He grinned, ignoring the glares his teammates were sending his way.
“While I do believe that the Young Justice is well trained and more than prepared for this kind of assignment, Supergirl has more experience than the Young Justice does,” Superman explained, briefly meeting Robin's eyes in thanks. “We assigned the Young Justice to guard you in hopes that they’d… gain more experience.”
Bruce smiled. Dick, well versed in ‘Bruce speak’, thought that it looked rather strained. “Then I suppose Richard will have to make do with Supergirl,” he acquiesced.
Dick and Clark let out mental sighs of relief.
Superman nodded, relief evident behind the motion. “Then, Mr. Wayne, I trust that you can work-“
“Brucie.”
“... I trust, Brucie,” Superman continued after a pause, “that you can work with the Young Justice to preserve your safety. No one here wants you to be harmed.”
Dick, watching as Brucie smiled at Superman, wondered how long that sentiment would last.
...
At least, he told himself, he wasn’t the one having to spend ‘x’ amount of time playing an idiot.
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After discussing more ‘mission imperatives’, Superman and the Young Justice (sans Robin) began to file out of the coffee room.
“You coming, Rob?” Wally called over his shoulder as he headed towards the door.
Robin shook his head. “I’ve got to ask Mr. Wayne something about a charity auction in Gotham.” He shot Wally a crooked grin. “Batman’s orders.”
Wally rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna go find something to eat then,” he told Robin. “Meet you by the ‘cycles?”
“Sure,” Robin agreed.
Robin waited until Wally and a still leering Artemis left the room. Then he turned towards his father.
“What,” he hissed, “did you do to piss Kent off?”
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