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Parallels	By : sirensoundwave Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Young Justice Views: 3184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey. This chapter is kinda angsty. It focuses on the Dynamic Duo for 80% of it then we get a peek at the real enemy. Simple Plan’s Perfect is our intro.
Plot and anything you don't recognize, mine. Everything else belongs to their respective creators/writers/artists. There are too many to list. Just know I make no profit off of this and shut up about it...m'kay?
Chapter 8
Perfect
I try not to think
About the pain I feel inside
Did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me
Now seem so far away
And it feels like you don't care anymore
Robin had known for sometime that the man who accepted him as his son, saved him from the life of as foster child in a nation that was not his own, did not fully trust him. It hurt like no tomorrow and he tried his best to ignore it.
Ignorance is bliss right? Wrong. Whoever first said that should be shot.
Being the smart little bird he was, Robin knew he was damaged. Who wouldn’t be after seeing their parents fall to their deaths? Over a debt that very show would have finished paying off. Oh the irony.
Still, as Richard, he strove to be the ‘perfect son’ in the public eye. Best grades, best attendance record, best at any sport requiring grace and agility. The Prince of Gotham Academy. As Robin, he was the Boy Wonder, sidekick (he also knew that people never saw him as more than that) to The Batman, Gotham’s Dark Knight. Master hacker and wisecracking acrobat who was deceptively cute and harmless until he knocked you senseless.
Still neither side was him and it was driving him crazy. He hated his status at school. His grades, athletic prowess, popularity the girls and position as heir apparent to the largest fortune in the state could not erase the stigma of who he had been when he was first adopted. A charity case. Bullies at school never let him forget he had been just a little gypsy boy until age 7*. A circus freak the billionaire playboy felt pity for.
High society was just as scornful. Galas and soirees and whatever other fancy name rich people attached to parties were constant reminders that he was an outsider. He heard the whispers when people thought he wasn’t around. Some were genuinely innocent but still hurt (That poor child, he’s so lucky Wayne kept him; So young to win the lottery of life right after such a tragedy). Others were cold (Little brat thinks he’s hot shit just because Wayne needed a publicity stunt; Street urchins do not belong in our circles. Couldn’t Bruce have just settled down with a nice girl and had a family naturally? God knows he probably has enough bastard children, why adopt another?). Some were really perverted (I wonder what the boy does to earn his keep. He is rather beautiful...; You know since that child came around, Wayne hasn’t really dated much. Playboys like him don’t just quit cold turkey, he has to be satisfying his urges somehow).
Dick still couldn’t explain how the woman who made that last remark suddenly upturned an entire drink tray on herself and just happened to be near the fireplace. The fireball that resulted scared the shit out of her and became a source of shame in the media.
Other strange things happened to him as Robin. Shadows seemed to seek him out and hide him. It wasn’t that big of a deal because they did the same to Batman. He could attribute it to just a perk of ninja stealth. Other things were harder to ignore.
For instance, he seemed to have the ability to screw with probability. Two-Face’s coin never landed on a side when he was around. It always got caught on a crack or roll into an obscure corner or something. If a bad guy was about to do something risky, the worst possible outcome would result. The Scarecrow’s fear gas filled balloon going up in smoke on launch; Bane diving for him and the hose supplying his drug snagging on a piece of pipe; Harley shooting Joker with an boxing glove projectile meant for the Boy Wonder. That same luck caught his cape on buildings when a jump probably would have killed him; told him to move when things the Bat wouldn’t have sensed were coming and generally preventing him from ending up dead more times than he could count. Then there was how much force it took to prevent him from killing Zucco two years ago. A grown man having to go full stop on a twelve year old.
At first he thought it was because he could be a meta that Bruce didn’t trust him. No metahuman (or really any other) heroes were allowed in Gotham with out Batman’s permission. It had been a condition of his joining the league. He wasn’t sure if the older man had noticed the same things but the thought of talking to him about it was terrifying.
So, he secretly tested his own DNA after years of trying to ignore it this past February. Nothing but 23 normal chromosome pairs. So he wasn’t a meta but that wasn’t really a victory. Zatanna and her father appeared normal to scientific testing as well. Maybe he was a witch or something. With his Romanian gypsy background it certainly would make sense. Still he couldn’t do anything that could actually be proven more than a result of training and skill. It was frustrating.
After the power swap it became very obvious that he really was different. In only 20 minutes, Megan had managed to cause the girls’ showers to flood, her room door to short out and a small fire involving a frayed wire in the kitchen. Then there was the sudden upward shift of a tile on the floor when Zatanna startled her by speeding at her. Without her Martian abilities or even touching anything. It took two attempts to place an inhibitor on her (the first, predictably, exploded in her uncle’s hands) even though she was somewhat willing. Robin had watched them program it specifically to her new ability and the realization was as subtle as an atom bomb from the code entered on the main computer.
He was the same as a juvenile villain in the making named Jinx from Jump City. Fear of his possible powers and being cast aside by Bruce had suppressed them to a point but Megan had no idea what was happening. So they were impossible for her to control at all. Batman, who had since been healed, was the one doing the coding. He could see the wheels in the Dark Knight’s mind turning as he deduced who had who’s skills. The look his second father gave him after Megan was fitted was unreadable. He really wanted to throw up. He wanted to retreat into the world where he was Putin Pusare and he had more control.
Bruce watched his little bird shift uncomfortably on the sofa.
After waking up and blinking at two pairs of eyes, one gold the other violet, Batman’s first instinct was to figure out what happened to his son. Once he was assured Robin was still breathing, he had immediately gone to the other leaguers with the proposal of Belle Reve inhibitors. He didn’t have all the facts but he was sure that the children were far more dangerous than they anticipated. Seeing Wally fight like a puppet, oblivious to the damage done to his body first hand proved that. That strange aura around Roy was somehow affecting them and at the moment they had no idea how or to what extent. For all they knew, it was slowly warping their minds to whatever side the redhead was on.
After an round of ‘hell nos” and “fuck yous” they all agreed that having their regular powers would be fine but right now they were a danger to themselves and others. Everyone allowed a collar to be placed around their necks.
Okay Wally had to be rendered unconscious again then have his placed on. When he woke up again, ‘unhappy camper’ was the understatement of the century.
It was fairly easy to figure out who had gotten whose abilities. It meant that two of those affected should have no powers at all. This was not the case. As far as he could assess, only Black Canary was without superhuman enhancement. That wasn’t possible. She had obviously picked up Artemis’ feelings. His little bird had hidden more from him than he thought.
Sometime after the Zucco debacle, the two of them had begun to drift apart. Dick became so guarded and Bruce didn’t know how to approach him anymore. He was also more than a little concerned that his son had basically become a juggernaut that night. He would never admit it to anyone but Robin almost killed Batman that time.
As Bruce Wayne and as Batman, he had the communication skills of a trained chimp. He knew it, the League knew it, the Wayne Enterprises PR department who wrote his speeches and sound bites knew it. The world’s greatest detective was as quiet as he was not only out of mystery and broodiness but sometimes he couldn’t relay his feelings on things. Thoughts were easier to verbalize. Still, he had learned long ago that he tended to be blunt and to the point, coming off as cold and uncaring.
He loved Dick as much as he could if he were his real child. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. He just had trouble showing it. His idea of concern was spying on the young man. He started with his online activity.
A few years ago, a game called Karuselo de Sonĝoj kaj Koŝmaroj took the online world by storm. The title was Esperanto for Carousel of Dreams and Nightmares. It was a massive international online RPG where players registered as a wide assortment of creatures including humans, metas, aliens and demons of all kinds. Didn’t see the being or job you wanted? Submit a full description to the AdminHub and they might add it to the game. Most of Young Justice played in their free time.
In the world of KSK, Dick was known as Putin Pusare, Romanian for Little Bird. His race was Pierrot, a trickster that wore a mask but there was no face under it. Otherwise they looked human. The mask could change to express emotion but not like a human face. Something had to briefly cover it to go from a smile to a frown**. The lips did not move when he spoke nor did he blink. His character was a performer in a traveling circus. When not under the big top, he often made deals with those he crossed usually for items of power or money or odd jobs to keep busy. The problem was deals with tricksters were risky. Especially if you were a criminal. Pierrot could see into other characters’ souls. It never stopped them from accepting a trade or job, only determined if their business partner was about to get shafted. He could place curses on items he sold or traded, even cast spells to them directly to cause bad luck. Sometimes that’s why people came to him. Revenge. The price for these jobs was often the soul of the intended target. It made him level up.
Bruce could see the choice of such a character as both unsurprising and disturbing. Unsurprising because he knew Dick loved the life of a performer and it reminded him of his family before Gotham. It was disturbing because the boy felt he had no identity, he wore a mask to hide that there was nothing underneath. He protected the innocent and punished the guilty with a vengeance. Putin was known to enjoy the suffering of his victims, laughing and taunting them when his traps were activated and misfortune befell them; often to bloody ends. The graphics were quite...detailed.(AN: Digital Cookies to whoever figures out who this sounds like.)
He noticed the strange things that happened around him in the real world but was at a loss for how to address them. The testing he did prior to the finalization of the adoption proved the boy was as human as him. He couldn’t explain where these powers came from. He knew Dr. Fate could be a good source of information. He also didn’t trust the Lord of Order as far as he could throw him. Something about the way he did things lead Bruce to believe the Helmet of Fate was leading them all around by the nose. Unfortunately the only proof he had was research done on the Watchtower computer on a Dr. Jasmine Fenton. Her specialty was dream therapy and was a respected authority on adolescent behavior. It seems he’d drawn most of his conclusions from her writings.
Until he had more of a leg to stand on, he would have to just be cautious with the Sorcerer Supreme.
But none of that could distract him from the pain he knew Dick felt but he couldn’t ease.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
“Father, this is taking forever!” A young woman roared. She was watching a crystal glow steadily. Above it, a seal in the form of a circle divided into four quadrants shined bright. Every once and awhile, a pulse from the circle entered the crystal and the glow increased a little.
“Be patient Shiva darling. My dear sister Gaia is more powerful than you know. Your ‘cousins’ and their servants will be another issue. Not only from Gaia’s realm but Aurii’s and Ebedi’s as well.” A deep voice rumbled in the darkness.
“I say we destroy them all. We’ve been draining her powers for eons.” Shiva scoffed.
“Once again sister you speak before you think. We need Gaia’s realm to survive long enough for it to accept Father as it’s Guardian and us as it’s Chaos Mages.” Another young woman sneered. “If Auntie Gaia hasn’t realized she’s being weakened by now, then it only serves to show she has no right to be a Guardian. So sweet and soft on the wretched creatures tearing her world apart. It’s sickening. They need to be put in their place.”
“Shut up Kali.” Shiva snapped. “I know that. But it’s got to be okay to get rid of our ‘cousins’ right? Do it one at a time and replace them. It’ll make it easier to disrupt her hold on the realm.”
“Why Shiva, that is an idea worth exploring.” Her father chuckled.
*I am bum...bum...bum...a line break!*
*I know in the comics the Graysons die when Dick is 8. I changed the age so he has literally spend half his life with both families. Remember when YJ starts, Dick is 13. It’s the summer after Auld Acquaintances and his birthday is March 19th so he’s 14 in this story. Fun Fact: It matters what continuity you’re following when his birthday actually is. I got tired of looking and just picked the month I found the most sites for. March and November were almost tied. March works better because of who his mother turns out to be too. Look at a Zodiac chart ;-P
**Inspired by Hexadecimal. Anybody remember Reboot? One of the first fully CGI shows on TV? No? Whatever.
Well, there you have it. A look at what’s up with Dickie Bird and Batsy. I also introduced the real enemy everyone should be worried about and started to tie this story together with The Road to Hell. Ideas for the next few chapters are Aqualad/Aquaman “Careless Whispers” cover by Seether or “Welcome to My Life” ; Superboy/Superman “Burn” by Papa Roach or “Hero” by Nickelback; Rocket/Icon “Mad World”by Gary Jules or “Fortune Faded” by RHCP; Artemis/Green Arrow/Red Arrow “Panic Switch” by SilverSun Pickups or “Dirt Room” by Blue October; Zatanna/Dr.Fate/Zatara “Fade” by Staind or “What a Shame” by Shinedown; Kid Flash/Flash “Lying From You” by Linkin Park, “Fuel” or “Master of Puppets” by Metallica. I’m open to ideas. Sirensoundwave out.
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