AN:

This is for the 30-day prompt challenge thingy. I do a few whenever I can. They'll be posted in sets, not one by one. Hope you all like em!

FEW MORE HOURS TILL THE PREMIERE FOR BATMAN!

Please review! PM me if anyone wants the list of prompts btw.

~Zara

Beginning:

They stood in a solid formation, bruised and battered as they were. Shoulder to shoulder, backs straight. The ground shook with the force of the battle around them but they didn't waver. Smoke sat in the air, dust settling in their hair. They gazed down into the valley, where the ships were landing. Doors swooshed open and the creatures swarmed out. Arrows, water-bearers, and batarangs were readied. Auburn eyes started to glow and strong fists clenched. Goggles were pulled down to cover jade orbs.

The invasion was commencing.

Accusation:

"That is so not on me, Baywatch!"

"Yes, it is!"

"No, it's not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is-"

"Can you two just kiss already? Please?"

Restless:

This wasn't the first time she'd found him like this. Sitting alone in the rec room long after everyone else had gone to bed. Refusing to sleep, for whatever his reasons were.

She had a fair idea as to why. Sure, she didn't know anything of his personal life, but to become a hero at the age of nine? There must have been an ugly side to his story. Had to be.

That, and he lived in Gotham. Just like her. Living in a city like theirs didn't tend to give one- peacful dreams.

She walked over to him. He was curled up in the corner of the sofa. He didn't even notice her. She sat next to him and realized with a jolt that his eyes were uncovered. Eyes bluer than the ocean started at the blank TV.

He didn't look over as she cleared her throat to make her presence known.

She shifts uneasily, says, "Nightmares?"

He moves his gaze onto her and she sees beautiful eyes filled to the brim with shining tears.

"S'okay," she murmurs, throwing caution to the streets and wrapping him in a hug. He needs this. "I get them too."

He still doesn't look at her directly, doesn't say anything. Just closes his eyes, leans into her and cries.

Snowflake:

Glimmering white powder falls from the sky as they lay on the grass, which is not yet covered with snow. Neither of them are bothered by the cold.

He has one arm behind his head, the other hand gripping hers. She's on her back, observing the sky as the snow drifts down. She sticks out her tongue and catches a bit of the cold substance, just like people on TV.

Giggling, she looks over to see cobalt eyes observing her antics. She leans in and they kiss softly, gently. Then she settles against his chest, comfortable and content.

Their first winter. And it's perfect.

Haze:

Blurry. Unclear. Vague.

He doesn't know what to do. The past four years had been rather simple, straightforward. Train, practice, improve. Stronger, faster, better. Little Robin grows up to be big bad Batman.

Or not.

He doesn't know what to think. He remembers lying to his team, his family. He sent them all to their deaths consciously. He knew what would happen.

You let them die. You did. You killed them-

He grips his head in his hands as a sob chokes out.

He can't go through that pain again. He can't. Won't. Not again.

But if he can't be Batman, he doesn't know what he'll be.

Flame:

They roar. They're everywhere. They roar and they're everywhere and it burns and she's scared and it hurts. They tower around her, casting a yellow glow over everything. They consume everything, everything, destroying it all like a stampede.

They get closer. And closer. Everything falls, it falls, it all falls, giving into them, burning up, blistering, turning to ash, burning, burning-

And then they're upon her as well.

Formal:

She feels her jaw drop a bit when he walks in.

A clean, crisp-snug- white button down with a maroon tie. Black-tight- dress pants, pressed neatly. Polished shoes and slicked-back hair topped off with ever-present shades.

He looks like a person right out of the CIA. Or maybe a Calvin Klein model.

She forces her mouth shut as he stops in front of her.

"What?" he grumbles. He always hated dressing up for the galas in Gotham. "We're posing as rich kids. You coming?"

She nods, regaining composure, and follows. She's glad they haven't established the mind-link yet because-

Mmm, that boy.

That's all I have done so far! If anyone wants me to expand on any of these, tell me in a review!

…I'm thinking of bringing my Dick Grayson backpack (the one I made) to the movie premiere. Because I love Dick waaay more than Batman, so why not show it?

I don't wanna look stupid and bring a backpack to the theatre, though. Ah well.

Review!

~Zara