Richness Protection
Prompt: Where are all the billionaire playboys?!
repost from part two
This meme lacks Brucie!Bruce. We have to change that.
Prompt: There is some sort of terrorist warning/whatever and the League assigns Young Justice as bodyguards for an unwilling "Bruce Wayne". Cue Bruce being stubborn and uncorporative because nobody asked him. He's playing extra dumb, starts vanishing at random times ("I accidently locked myself in the toilet"; "I got lost in my own building"; "I had to sex up some random non-existent girl." - all canon excuses! ;)), trying to stop the threat on his own and being a pest in general. Hilarity ensues!
Identity revealing or shipping is open to the filler!
Notes: Another prompt fic. I haven't seen much 'Brucie' but, I'm going to give it a go.
Part 1 – "I guess I only rank sidekick protection, huh?"
Superman stood where Batman usually stood. He looked over the team, his eyes skipping over Superboy. He ignored all questions about where Batman and Robin were as he pulled up a picture of a black haired man in a suit. He was well-built with broad shoulders but the woman with dark and cropped hair hanging off his arm like she owned him suggested that he was a pushover.
Two members of the team recognised the person but only one spurt out his name;
"What possible interest could the Justice League have in Bruce Wayne?" Artemis demanded to know.
Superman hesitated and Kid Flash realised that whatever he was doing here, Batman didn't know about it.
"This never leaves this room but, Bruce Wayne secretly funds the Justice League. So, when there are threats to his life, we feel the need to intervene.
"Wayne is holding a Gala Ball in Metropolis tomorrow. You will be there are his personal guard and as extra security."
"Does Mr. Wayne know about this?" Miss Martian questioned, raising a tentative hand.
"He will." But Superman was confident that he wouldn't know until the team turned up on his doorstep. They didn't need Batman out there, pulling crazy stunts, risking himself and his secret when they had the team.
Alfred opened the door to five teenagers in spandex. Unruffled, he summoned Bruce.
"Hello, Mr. Wayne," Aqualad greeted him, leader and chosen spokesperson of the team, "we have been contracted by the Justice League to protect you tonight during your Gala tonight."
Bruce unclenched his gritted teeth and welcomed the team in with a smile. Internally, he sent many curses Superman's way and vowed to place kryptonite in the Watchtower.
This wouldn't have happened in Gotham. He regretted bending to the whims of his company board and agreeing to hold the latest Wayne Gala in Metropolis.
"Well, come in kids!" he said, holding his hands wide for them. "So, your bosses sent you to watch me, did they?" He chuckled, seeing the annoyed and enraged faces on the team. He was pressing every button he could. "I guess I only rank sidekick protection, huh? Maybe I should rethink my next donation?"
"The Justice League are not your personal protectors!" Superboy was the first to crack and Aqualad held his hand out to still the angry super. Bruce watched the expressions dance on their faces, the twitches of eyes and lips that showed they were using Miss Martian's powers to communicate without speech.
"You know," Bruce said, as if he hadn't heard Superboy or noticed the silent communication, "Dickie's about your age. He can show you around while I make a phone call. Dickie!" His summon rose and fell in tone and volume. It sounded more like summoning a servant while drunk than calling a son.
It would also alert Dick to the situation. One where their identities may be at risk.
Dick made his approach loud with feet pounding on the floor. He opened the door to his room in the suite and called out an annoyed;
"What?"
"Get over here! We have guests!" Bruce called back jovially. "They're baby heroes, like that... uh... big blue here who cost me a limo that one time."
Dick dashed and jumped over the couch in the middle of the room, landing right before them and walking over to Bruce's side with a wide smile. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked them over.
"Hi! I'm Richard Grayson, call me Dick," he said. His gaze paused on Artemis, making her sweat. They knew each other from school but she didn't know that he knew that. She was worried about being exposed. "Don't mind Bruce, here. He just woke up like half-an-hour ago."
Bruce yawned, bringing a hand over his mouth.
"Show them around, Dick," he said, "while I go make a phone call."
Dick nodded and Bruce left. The team had no idea what to expect from this kid. He was dressed in a simple blue shirt with jeans but they were obviously of the finest quality.
"So," Dick hummed, "I've heard of Kid Flash, Aqualad and Superboy, it's a little late but nice job with that bus, but I don't think I've heard of the rest of you."
Miss Martian took that as signal and jumped forward, grabbing his hand and shaking it.
"Nice to meet you! I'm Miss Martian."
"Enchanté," he responded, bowing over her hand. "Pleased to meet you." He smiled up at her, his blue eyes intent on her features.
Miss Martian pulled back, a blush appearing on her features as Kid Flash glared at him. Dick smiled back, tilting his head innocently.
"I'm Artemis," the blond archer grunted, crossing her arms so he couldn't reach her hands.
"Artemis," Dick smiled and nodded. He turned to Miss Martian. "And Miss Martian. I guess you'll be protecting Bruce tonight?"
The team nodded.
"I'll show you around. This is the best suite in the hotel!"
In a whisper, Miss Martian asked Artemis what a 'suite' was.
"A large hotel room for rich people," Artemis muttered quietly back as Dick showed them the large TV built into the room and the artwork on the walls.
Meanwhile, Bruce was sitting in the Master Bedroom with the door locked and his phone in his hand.
"I'm going to kill you, Clark," he growled.
"Relax, Bruce," the easy-going reporter said cheerily from the other end of the line, "you're always saying how we need to challenge the team. Well, now they're challenged."
Oh, they'd be challenged alright. Bruce vowed that.
"And you should be taking this threat more seriously. It is the League of Assassins after all."
Bruce remained silent. He didn't even bother to correct the klutz. It wasn't Ra's, head of the League, after him but his daughter, Talia.
"You are risking not only my identity, but Dick's as well," Bruce growled out.
"Look. Relax. Enjoy the Gala and let us handle it."
Clark hung up. Bruce resisted the urge to snap his phone in two or toss it at the wall. Because they were staying in a hotel, his Batsuit was over in the Wayne Tech office.
He needed to find a way to get there, collect his suit and then get Talia to back down without the team realising what was happening.
Dick kept one eye on the movie playing on the TV and one eye on Bruce's door. He knew that something was up, after all, Bruce had requested that he stay here with Alfred while Batman goes out. The Team's appearance was probably going to change that plan.
Dick wondered what Superman was thinking. The words they exchanged had painted the local hero as the reason behind this.
The door finally opened and Dick didn't react, pretending to be absorbed in the movie.
"Ah, what are you all watching?" Bruce asked in a detached but polite manner.
"Dick turned it on," Artemis was quick to say. They were not watching the movie, they were on the job!
"'Up'," Kid Flash responded. "It's about a man whose dreamed of adventure with his wife and when she dies he decides to chase the dream in order to remember her. There's also a boy scout kid and a bunch of talking dogs."
Artemis nudged him painfully in the side.
"Huh. Well, enjoy your movie," Bruce said.
[We're on the job!] she reminded him through the mental link.
[So? He asked.]
[Not now,] Aqualad interrupted to halt the fight before it escalated. Out loud, he said to Bruce, "where are you going?"
Bruce internally cursed. It really couldn't be that easy, could it? He wondered if he should have tried to sneak out even as he turned to face the teenagers.
Dick smirked at him and he was going to have words with that boy. He should be helping, not enjoying the show.
"Ah, well. A, ah-hem, lady friend of mine forgot something in my office yesterday. I need to go pick it up for her."
"We will come with you," Aqualad said.
"What about you, Dickie? You coming too?" Bruce asked, silently hoping for his protege to make this hard on the team.
Dick did a brilliant act of a bored rich kid. He turned his nose up.
"No way." And he settled back into the couch. Both he and Bruce watched as the team exchanged looks.
[Artemis, Superboy and Miss Martian, you go with Mr. Wayne. Kid Flash and I will stay with Richard.]
[He prefers to be called Dick,] Kid Flash commented as Artemis relayed to Bruce that three of them would go with him.
"Fantastic," Bruce muttered under his breath, his smile almost Joker-wide.