I don't own YJ… :'(

Based on the following YJ kink prompt: Takes place in a world where everyone is a dominant or submissive by nature and each person has a "soulmate" that they are bonded to once they come of age. Up to anon what pairings they want to put, but I'm definitely looking for Dick as a Dominant and Conner as a Submissive. Anon can show how that can affect their careers as superheroes, maybe society is hesitant about submissive superheroes or Conner has trouble submitting to his Dominant. Bonuses for collaring, whipping, begging, pain play, bondage, and any other BDSM kinks anon wants to include.

This will mainly be told from Dick's point of view because he's just already at the age that this "change" would start (as evident by the first chapter) and that could best explain the emotional baggage this kind of thing would bring and his reluctance to be paired with someone. As requested, Conner will be having some serious issues with his soulmate. There's also going to be a lot of Roy/Chesh drama, either because of Artemis, or the teams displeasure in Roy walking around humping any person he can find… often them. What can I say, Roy's always struck me as the kind of horney teenager that wouldn't care who he was banging as long as he got some.

Enough talk, let's get on with this trainwreck!

He sat on his bed, waiting. Only ten minutes until midnight. Only ten minutes until his birthday. He sat there for another two minutes, dreading every second he got closer to tomorrow. He spent another minute after that just straining to think of something he could do to stop it, or at least stall it.

Just as the sixth minute until midnight started, he got an idea. He ran to his bathroom and pulled out the first aid kit. He tore through it until he found a roll of bandages. Grasping it he headed for the sink.

Just as he was about to wrap it around himself he saw, in the mirror, the bare skin he wished to wrap. First he looked at his neck. It was then he realized he'd never see that skin again. It would be marked and could never be the same. Slowly his gaze drifted down to his arm. What if his arm is marked instead? He glanced at his sparkling blue eyes, and decided that was a near impossibility, but best to cover it anyways.

He looked at the clock. There were only four minutes until midnight. He quickly wrapped the bandages around his neck and down his arm. He checked to make sure no skin was showing anywhere where he might be marked.

"And, with thirty seconds to spare…" he chuckled despite the agonizing worry chewing away at him like a rat. He let himself slide down the wall of the bathroom and slip to the floor. He stared at the clock as it counted down his last bit of freedom.

The moment midnight struck, he felt a sharp twinge in his heart. It lasted for what he assumed was the time it took for his mark to stain his skin.

Once he pain stopped he found himself sweating and taking short, jagged breaths.

"…today's the day."

"Morning." Bruce said as he sat at the foot of the bed, "Did you stay up until midnight? Come on Dick, Come out of the covers and show me your mark."

"I don't want to!"

"Are you not happy with it?"

"I haven't even looked at it. I don't even know where it is."

"What do you mean?" he asked as he pulled the covers off, "Oh, Dick, why'd you want to cover it like that? Honestly, you're being ridiculous." He chuckled as he started to unwind the bandages. Dick flinched and closed his eyes. "Come on, now. Open your eyes."

He only barley fluttered his eyes open, but that was enough to see the bright blue spiral along his arm. "What? Who on earth could I possibly be paired with if I'm the dominant?"

"I don't know, but that reminds me,"

"Uggh...! The talk?"

"The talk. Now, I know you already know most this stuff but I have to tell you anyways. It's a rule that once you're marked you're 'officially' told the rules. Okay, so you have a mark on your arm, meaning you're dominant. Whoever you're paired with will have a mark around their neck signaling that they're the submissive one in your relationship. You and your soul mate are bound by these marks. If your mate is older and already has their mark, you'll connect the next time you see each other. If they haven't received their mark yet you'll have to wait until they do. When you do connect, your blue mark will turn red and their red mark will turn blue to signify that you've found each other." Bruce nudged him, "But, you already knew all that. Now, here's the part they don't tell kids, the dirty part. You are allowed to have sex with whomever you want as long as your mate has given you permission to do so. It sounds like a bigger deal than it is, though. Most people are somewhat lenient, plus you're the dominant so it's a lot easier for you to get an okay out of your partner than it would be if you were the submissive. So, yeah… then there's the technical stuff like you are physically unable to have a child with anyone except your mate, which is obsolete if they are the same gender as you. Then there's stuff like what happens when your partner dies… or something like that," Bruce said as he absent-mindedly scratched the purple rim around his neck. "But we can get more into that kind of thing another time. I'm sure you're ready to go out and look for your mate."

"Not really," Dick said as he jumped back into the covers.

"Don't be ridiculous!" he yelled as he pulled the covers away yet again. "I have to admit, I'm curious to see who your soul mate is, especially considering you're dominant. Really, who do you think it could be?"

"I don't know and I don't care!" he shouted, "I don't want to be bound to someone! I don't want my life decided for me! And, what if I'm the older one? I'll have to sit and worry for who knows how many years about who I'm paired with. The world works in sickening ways, and I don't like it."

"But, you can't change it, so best embrace it," he said as he stood and walked off, leaving Dick alone.

"Damn it!" he yelled as he put on his tee shirt, "Well, at least I know it's not Roy. That would be a horrifyingly traumatic experience, not to mention the near pedophilia." Yes, Roy was taken, thank god. Though, he still worried a bit about getting rapped every time they hung out. He really didn't trust Roy to keep his grabby, little hands to himself. Not to mention that he gathered long ago that he and his mate were nowhere near exclusive. They sleep around with whomever they want and neither of them cares. He shivered, "I hope my match isn't like that. At the least, I want them to be somewhat decent."

Oh Dick, you know I wouldn't pair you with Roy… (as deliciously evil of me as it would be) I have other plans for you baby bird *evil smirk* … If you've ever read anything else I've written you can probably guess who it is… I'm so predictable.

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