So I've been wanting to do this for awhile. Put my iPod on shuffle and use whatever song comes on as the inspiration for a one-shot (sometimes two-shot). This is gonna be pretty hard, because I have ZERO secular music on my iPod. It's mostly Christian rock, but I'll do my best. There's 18 songs on my iPod, so there'll hopefully be 18 chapters. A lot of it'll probably be super loosely based on the songs, like the first one.
…which I am none to confident, or pleased with. But I figured I've gotta start sometime.
Not really songfics, I guess. I'll sometimes put the excerpt of the lyrics that inspired the fic on top.
75% of these'll be about Robin. Because he's so stinkin adorable. XD Plus I've had more experience with him, so I think I characterize him a bit better than others.
…maybe? Well, anyways, onto the story.
iPod Shuffle #1: Plumb, In My Arms
Your baby blues..so full of wonder. Your curly Q's…your contagious smile.
And as I watch you start to grow up, and all I can do is hold you tight.
M'gann had been inside Robin's mind. She had heard this thoughts, seen his heart's truest desires, seen every memory down to the day of his birth. She hadn't meant to. Once, late at night, on one of the rare occasions Robin was sleeping at the mountain, she'd accidentally been dragged into his subconscious due to a nightmare.
She'd seen a happy family. A mother, a father, and a little black-haired boy. Laughter. Smiles. Adrenaline, as they tossed the boy between them, hanging from trapezes. Then a man yelling. The mother and father, falling from a high place. The little boy screaming. Sobbing, crying.
A funeral. More tears. A man, letting the little boy's grief soak into his suit. Strong arms, wrapped around him. An older man soothing the little boy with cookies and warm milk. A huge house. A portrait of the mother and father.
A bat. The man fighting for revenge. The little boy, sneaking after him. Trying to bring the mother and father's killer to justice. A short fight. A haunting voice whispering Robin.
A crowbar. The little boy, beaten within an inch of his life by a man with half his face burned off*. The man, saving him. Fighting, fighting. Arguing.
More blood. More tears. Nightmares. Small, rare moments of bonding. Training, with the man. Training, with the team. The little boy still crying some nights, longing for the mother's touch. The father's hugs.
She'd awoken with a gasp, leaning against his door and gulping down air. She hadn't mentioned this experience to anyone, not even Robin. He didn't know she knew.
One thing she'd felt in his mind confused her. Innocence. Why would a little boy who'd gone through so much be innocent? Shouldn't his mind be clouded? Warped?
Somehow, he was surviving. And the next day, as he pulled her into an impromptu game of hide-and-seek, she accepted immediately. Because she was going to protect his innocence as long as possible.
( R ) ( R )
*Refrence to Robin: Year One when Two-Face beats him=(
I really think that's the difference in Bruce and Dick. Dick was able to retain his innocence after his parents' death, whilst Bruce was not. And yeah. Miss M being all awesome big sister.
…don't really think a Martian can be dragged into someone's subconscious because of a nightmare. But hey, it works. =)
As I said, I'm not confident about this one.
