I now present to you a big group of unconnected one shots! This is for the 'thirty days of writing challenge'. The whole point of this is to write a Drabble a day, using a different one of the prompts each day. The prompts are:
beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.
I have picked beginning for this chapter.
I'll warn you know these one shots won't have any specific pairing or mood.
Thought I'd start with a nice angsty Birdflash, because it is my OTP. The pairing will change, though, if there is a pairing at all.
"...And Barry found my lying on the ground covered in all these broken test tubes and stuff - god, I reeked for days after - and so on so on I became Kid Flash! The source of my powers!"
Rob grinned and punched me in the arm, "Trust you to actually give yourself powers."
"Lightenings a freak accident!" I insisted, but Rob just rolled his eyes.
"You're an idiot, West"
Setting up the accident maybe have been kinda stupid, but I knew that from Barry's countless rants...
"That was dumb."
"Hey but I got powers!"
"That doesn't stop you from being grounded, kid."
Although his weren't half as bad as Iris'...
"You could have died!"
"I'm fine! All appendages still attached and no burn scars! It's a plus, really. I can run really fast, now."
"You're gonna wish you had gotten hurt in the accident when I'm done with you..."
I had gotten enough of the ranting from my aunt and uncle, and they had only just gotten over it
I didn't need my best friend on my case as well.
I stuck my fingers in my ears, "Na Na Na Na, I can't here you!"
"I said..." Rob yanked my hands away, "You're an idiot!"
I clutched my chest in mock heartbreak. "Oh Rob, I'm offended. How could you!"
Rob punched my arm again, harder this time, adjusting his stance to a wider split. He arched his back and pulled his legs up, still doing the splits, just midair. The guy was like a jelly fish. Sometimes I wondered if he even had any bones.
"Show off." I grunted, kicking him in the leg. He kept his position perfectly, rolling over to place his chin in his hands, his legs bent over so his feet were right next to his face.
"Dude, that's creepy," I muttered, shoving a bare foot in his face. He screwed up his nose.
"Dude your feet stink!" he whined
"You know you loooovvee it!" I looked down at his twisted body, a mess on the grey carpet. If any normal person walked into the Cave's living room, they'd probably scream when they saw Rob and run for the hills, calling an ambulance on the way.
"Rob can you quit it, you look gross. You're all contorted and stuff."
"I'll get torted, gimme a sec." he muttered.
I watched as he began to peel a leg back. "Hey, you never told me why you became Robin."
Rob froze, his left leg on the ground, his right almost touching carpet.
"It's not interesting." He said slowly as he lowered his leg, leaving him lying on the carpet.
I patted an empty space on the leather couch, "Aww c'mon. Get up here and tell me what made you so freakishly flexible."
"Wally I-"
"Shut up and sit," I growled, "and tell me of your tale" I said with mock poshness.
Rob eased himself off the ground and took his time sitting down on a red cushion. "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"
"Not in this life."
Rob crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap. Yup, with the whole crossed legs thing and porcelain skin... Not to mention the shiny black hair and eyelashes a mile long... Rob looked a whole lot like a girl. He looked uncomfortable as it was so I decided not to point it out.
"One day, I saw Batman in my hous-" he began, but I held up my hands to stop him.
"Dude, not that story. I know you're not the son of old Batsy, so how did he come across ya?"
"He adopted me." Rob whispered.
"Yeah, but why? Why you?"
Rob pulled up his legs to his chest. "My family and I used to be a circus act. We were trapeze artists. For Haley's circus." Rob cleared his throat, "It was fun. Y'know, living life in a caravan, performing shows every night. The bright lights of the center ring, the glittery costume I had to wear... It was magical. Perfect. I loved every minute of it. I loved my parents even more."
Oh no. "Dude... You don't-"
"Shut up KF." Rob looked down at his feet and bit his lip. "My parents were the best. I mean, who else lets their kid swing off a rope with no safety net? And yet they cared for me. The we're the best parents I could ask for." Rob blinked and brushed something out of his eye with the sleeve of his shirt. "Funny thing was, I never told them how much I loved them. I just assumed they knew. I should'a told them. When I had the chance." Rob said very slowly, quivering slightly as he spoke.
"Dude I-"
"Just shut up Wally!" Rob growled, wiping his eye again. "One night, they stood me by the stage and told me I'd always be their little Robin. I guess that's where the name stems from. That night, I saw this... Man. He had a knife and he had been cutting through a rope and... Zucco. That was his name."
"Zucco?"
"He had a disagreement with Haley. Some stupid thing about 'protection'... I ran to go tell my parents but they had already walked on stage and were on the trapeze. I climbed up the ladder and tried to grab their attention, but they just waved. Dad glared at me because I was on in the next act. I wasn't supposed to be on stage, then."
Robs eyes watered and he made no attempt to wipe them. I grabbed his arm, in an attempt to comfort him. "Dad was on the rope Zucco cut. He was doing this trick where Mum jumped off her rope and Dad switched to hanging by his legs. Mum would grab his hands and they'd swing for a bit before she jumped onto the platform." Rob smiled and his eyes glossed over, as if he was watching them swing right before him. He quickly shook his head and sniffed " But when my Dad grabbed her, the rope... It began to split... The weight was too much..."
"Rob..."
"It snapped. I watched them fall, their mouths were open... but they weren't screaming. We didn't have a safety net. They fell, all twisted and bloody and their eyes were still open and the crowd was screaming but I couldn't move because my parents were... They were dead. I still have nightmares, just watching them fall and knowing I couldn't do anything..."
I hugged Rob and he shoved his head in my chest, sobbing. "A-and Bruce was I-in the crowd th-that night, and h-he took m-me in."
I squeezed Rob tighter.
"The Flying Grayson's." I whispered, realization flooding over me. I remember my own parents telling me about the boy who's parents had died due to a malfunctioning trapeze, and billionaire Bruce Wayne, who had been in the audience that night, volunteered to take the kid in. The kid... He was only nine. "You're... You're Richard Grayson."
Rob grabbed me harder. My jumper was starting to get wet from his tears.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered, stroking the back of his head as his sniffles died down. He pulled away and roughly pulled his sleeve across his face.
"That's it. That's why I became Robin. To kill Anthony Zucco. Except I never did. I wanted to but... Heroes don't kill. If I'm even that. Im just some kid who's trying to avenge his parents by dressing up in a cape and tights." Dick looked up at me with those icy blue orbs, full of sadness and pain. "That's why I'm Robin. That's where it all started. That night... That night was my beginning."
I grabbed Rob and shoved his head into my chest do he couldn't see me crying.
"I'm so sorry." I whispered, holding Dick tightly. "I'll never let you go. I promise."
Was it okay? Too sad? Not sad enough? Sorry if any of my information is dodgy.
Blame Wikipedia. And my brain, but mostly Wikipedia.
I will be writing a Drabble a day, so I should be publishing a new chapter once every two days. If I am cut off from the Internet you'll Probably get a whole bunch of chapters at once.
PLEASE REVVVIIIEEEWW!
