A/N: Hey guys. Uh this is just a fan fiction that will include poems that I'm pretty sure that can be related to YJ characters. This poem is an original, so yeah. In this story, it's set in the first season of YJ, before Robin became Nightwing.
Wally: Hey Dick.
Dick: Wha?
Wally: I found some creative writing that refers to you.
Dick: Oh really? What is it?
Wally: It's a poem. It's called...From Grace We Fall.
Dick: Uh, man, I'm not Christian. I'm Romani.
Wally: I know. It's just it has some references to you.
Dick: Uh, ok. Show me.
Wally: Here it is, bro. Enjoy!
Dick: You're sounding like I should regret my choice.
Wally: *mutters darkly* Wouldn't you like to know?
(A/N Below, is the poem. Enjoy. ;) )
From Grace we fall,
All but some stand tall,
Lonely, they say.
Languid, they say.
I don't understand at all.
Nevertheless, I shall continue, this perilous journey,
God help us all.
From Grace we fall again,
Roaming the world as it ends.
Oh, how we wish we were prepared.
Must we fight this war?
Good Lord; help us from afar?
Regret the day it started.
Again, we must be parted.
Can God even help us now?
Ever doomed, ever failed, we fall from Grace again.
Dick: ...
Dick: Bro.
Wally: What?
Dick: How does this even refer to me?
Wally: You're Satan.
Dick: Ahhh. I guess I should've seen that coming. Then again, no one can understand what goes on in that wacko brain of yours.
Wally: I'll take that as a compliment.
Dick: It's the only way you would take it. So, how exactly does it refer to Satan?
Wally: It talks about how an angel falls from heaven and that's the story of Satan.
Dick: Once again, I should've known.
Wally: Hey Dick! I just realised something. We should totally substitute the God and Lord parts in the poem with Batman! That would make it even more relatable for you.
Dick: OMG! YAAAAAASSSSSSS! Then, we can send the poem to all of JLA! Man, I can't even imagine Batman's face when he finds out. This would be the ultimate payback for Bruce. He ate all of Alfred's cookies last night.
Wally: Oh, no he didn't!
Dick: Oh, yes. He did.
Wally: He has committed the unthinkable! We need to start this prank straight away!
Dick: You're telling me. Ok, so I've finished writing the edited poem now.
Wally: Whoa! How did you finish it so fast?
Dick: I was bored, KF. I was legit hacking the Pentagon for the fifth time in a row. There's a certain amount of times you can hack it, after that, it just gets plain boring.
Wally: I'll, uh, just take your word for that. Soo, how are we looking?
Dick: Sexy, but like it's not like we're trying too hard.
Dick: Like, sure, we're trying, but it's almost effortless.
Wally: Yeah, I know right?!
Wally: 'I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!'
Dick: 'I'M SEXY AND I KNOW IT!'
Wally: 'CHECK IT OUT! CHECK IT OUT!'
Dick: 'WIGGLE, WIGGLE, WIGGLE, YEAH!'
Wally: 'WIGGLE, WIGGLE, WIGGLE, YEAH!'
Dick: Oh, dammit. Bruce is now asking why I'm singing, and 'We're Sexy And We Know It' at that.
Wally: Quick, make yourself not look suspicious.
Dick: What? Are you saying I'm normally suspicious? Not cool, dude!
Wally: Noooo. It's just you're a tad creepy, especially with that cackle of yours.
Dick: Oh! The cackle is offended. *mutters quietly* There, there, precious. At least, I appreciate you.
Dick: Goddammit. He's on the stairs now.
Wally: Look adorable. Pull out the puppy eyes.
Dick: Here goes nothing.
Wally: Good luck, bro. Godspeed.
5 Minutes Later:
Dick: Thank God. He's gone. I repeat, the Batman has gone.
Wally: Whoa, there! I really thought you were a goner!
Dick: Bro, for singing that song? Nah. Bruce just asked why and I said Wally. And then he understood.
Wally: Wait...just saying my name explains everything to Bats?
Dick: Yup. It was a typical Wally idea.
Wally: Thanks, bro. I now know whose side you're really on.
Dick: Hey, just saying the truth. I'm a truther. Or would it be unliar?
Wally: Dude, you need to stop killing the English language. It's been hurt enough. So, can you actually show me the final version of the poem?
Dick: Yup. I've changed a few things to make it totally 'Batman'.
From Mount Justice we fall,
All but some stand tall,
Once again, we save the day.
Once again, we pray.
Revenge brings no good.
Nevertheless, I shall continue, my dark brooding,
Batman help us all.
From Mount Justice we fall again,
Roaming the bat cave till the end.
Oh, how we wish for happiness.
Must we fight?
Dark Batman; help us from afar?
Regret the day it started.
Again, we must fight, this never ending fight.
Can Batman even help us now?
Ever doomed, ever failed, we fall from Mount Justice again.
Wally: LMAO! So typical of Batsy! Oh, and the 'dark brooding' part? Genius!
Dick: *smiles smugly* I know. This prank has our names written all over it.
Wally: Yeah, I know right? So when are we gonna do it?
Dick: Tonight. The League members will check it tonight and call a League meeting tomorrow, requesting Batman's presence.
Wally: Ohhh, you're good. You sure Batsy will come?
Dick: I'll take care of that. I ain't called The Boy Wonder for nothing.
Wally: True, that, dude, true that.
Dick: I'll send it out to everyone at 8 pm, sharp. Be ready, KF. The show is about to start.
Wally: I'll make us popcorn while I wait. I can just tell this is gonna be good.
At 8:01pm, exactly:
(Phone call conversation between Superman and Batman)
Batman's phone started ringing,
Nananana...
Nananana...
Nananana...
Nananana...
BATMAN!
(Batman finally picks up the phone, but not before cursing Robin.)
Batman: Superman. What do you want?
Superman: Well, hello to you too, Batman.
Batman: It's beside the point. I need to talk to Robin about my ring tone now. So. Hurry. Up.
Superman: Did he change it to The Batman theme song?
Batman: Yes, but back to my first question?
Superman: Good lad. He has such good humour.
Batman: Superman. NOW.
Superman: Ok.
Superman: Umm...well, I, and the rest of the League, were wondering why you had sent an email containing your debut poem, 'Dark Brooding'?
Batman: ...
Superman: Uh, would you want to talk about this tomorrow at the meeting? There's no rush. At all. Batman: ...
Batman: Yes. Tomorrow, we'll discuss it. Goodnight Superman.
Superman: You too, Bruce. Go easy on him, will you?
*Call Disconnected*
"I can't make any promises, Clark. He has it coming. Big time." Batman muttered darkly, to himself.
"ROBIN!"
A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this fanfic, as much as I did when I wrote it. This is my first fanfic, so constructive criticism is welcome, but praise and encouragement would be greatly appreciated. Please, please, please, REVIEW so I know if you like it or not. Also, PM/review if you would like me to continue this, with different YJ characters of course. PM me, if you have any prompts for me, as I would like to continue this, but only if you guys review! Review, Follow, Favourite, guys!
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Till next time,
Nillie Jackson 007