Prompt Post - Part Eight [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]

[yj_anon]

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[anonymous]

I'd like to see an AU where Young Justice is in an arabian nights-like world.

The sultan is Bruce Wayne. All the other mentors are nobles/foreigners who bring gifts - young supple teenagers for Bruce's harem.

Little does anyone know, Bruce actually recruits his little 'harem' as his own personal team of agents trained in all sorts of combat to carry out tasks that would otherwise sully his name - but all in the name of justice of course.

Or something along those lines. I just want to see some interesting adventures in this 'verse.

Slash is preferred. :)

Question ?

[anonymous]

Do they still have power ?

Re: Question ?

[anonymous]

That's up to you, I'm fine with whichever way anon wishes to go.

and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [1/?]

[anonymous]

The first time is always the hardest, although Bruce doesn't know it's the first time when he's sweeping his cloak around the tiny and traumatized gypsy boy whose family was just slaughtered by dark magicians while performing for his court; all he knows then is that there is a boy, tiny and traumatized and feeling something Bruce has felt before.

Worse: feeling it in front of an audience.

So as hard as it is to reach out to someone, reaching out is still the only thing that Bruce can do. He takes the boy and his men take the bodies, and he pretends not to notice the hot tears spilling into the fine linen of his shirt. Alfred slants questioning eyes towards him and Bruce slants his own back; they have an entire conversation in an instant and it ends with Bruce's implied “take care of it” before he turns and leaves with the boy

OP

[anonymous]

Oh wow, I didn't think this was going to get filled. I'm pleasantly surprised! I'm already anxious for more. :D

AA

[anonymous]

I am glad you like it! <3

and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [2/?]

[anonymous]

Bruce has never kept concubines; he's entertained and seduced many women over the years, but they were all women of power and status with far-away lives of their own. Concubines . . . concubines are a commitment. A responsibility. People who would rely on him, when his life is so dangerous and inconstant that he can't even rely on himself. If he is injured in the line of his self-appointed duty, if his clandestine brand of justice is revealed to the world, if he dies-they would be people who would suffer if those things happened, through no crime or fault of their own.

But Richard-“call me Robin,” the boy whispers with wet, solemn eyes, “outsiders can't know my real name”-Robin would suffer anyway, and once he's taken in Robin and taken an interest in his well-being and education he can no longer make excuses of disinterest or disdain. Although still, perhaps an intelligent, thoughtful person might think about it and assume Robin to be an exception for extenuating circumstances, but Lord Oliver is not a man much inclined to

Re: and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [2/?]

[anonymous]

amazing. that is all

Re: and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [2/?]

[anonymous]

This is amazing. The writing is so potent, it has such impact.

and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [3/?]

[anonymous]

Robin listens intently to every whispered rumor that starts with “did you hear what the Red Arrow did THIS time”, and Bruce thinks of children left alone without purpose or direction or anything to hold on to. Then he tells Robin about the Batman.

The boy stares up at him and somehow, then, Bruce has a partner.

That would be complicated enough, except news travels slow below the sea and King Orin follows Lord Oliver's example without knowing better, and there is no refusing a gift like Kaldur'ahm of Shayeris-not from the king of a rival city-state. Kaldur'ahm is young and handsome and powerful and well-liked in the court of Atlantis.

Kaldur'ahm saved Orin's lifeBruce is almost ashamed to accept him, even though refusing would be the worst kind of insult-how can he allow such a soldier to be wasted languishing away in a harem he only has because it was the safest way to take care of one orphaned child? Kaldur'ahm is brave and quick and devoted to a fault, loyal and strong and the kind of boy who should grow into a great and

OP

[anonymous]

I am LOVING this so far! Keep up the great writing, anon!

Re: and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [3/?]

[anonymous]

Excuse me for being confused, but it sounds like Robin, and now Kaldur, are concubines in name only. Is Bruce actually using them? If he's not, it adds a very interesting element to the whole thing. He's not using them for both purposes - they're really his children. Robin is his son in everything but name.

I love your writing style. I don't know if it's a consistent form or if you're using it for this story only, but it suits the context, time period and Bruce's character really well. I'm looking forward to more.

AA: and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [3/?]

[anonymous]

I may or may not be a sucker for that kind of dynamic (and daddy!Bats), yes. >___> Also hey, it's Bruce, of COURSE your public persona is nothing like your real one!

I'm . . . I'm not sure how consistent my form is? *SHOULD REALLY KNOW THAT, PROBABLY* >>;; I am trying to write a little more fanciful than usual, though. I'm glad it works for you! <3

and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [4/?]

[anonymous]

While Bruce is out doing dark things in the dark night the heathen lord Sir Bartholomew of the West collapses on his doorstep with his bleeding squire in his arms, a fierce and terrible magic hanging on the both of them. Robin and Kaldur'ahm do the dangerous thing and drag them inside. The knights of the West are even stranger and less-understood than the sorcerers of Atlantis, and to give them harbor is an unthinkable risk in this climate of fear and doubt.

But Robin and Kaldur'ahm have a purpose, and by the time Bruce returns the next morning the knight and his squire have been hidden from prying eyes in the fourth room of the harem wing.

Sir Bartholomew wakes up only long enough to beg sanctuary for his beloved nephew, and then does not wake up again. Wallace wakes up with lightning in his eyes and veins, a stranger in a strange land with a curse on him that will never let him go back to the West.

Robin looks at him, and looks at Bruce, and somehow that's the end of it.

and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [5/?]

[anonymous]

The man Luthor has no lands or title but is no man to be trifled with, and when he comes “just passing through” he comes with a gift. He smiles, speaks veiled and loathsome (“since you seem to be collecting the EXOTIC breeds”), and his bodyguards bring in a pale and striking boy wrapped unconscious in ivory silk and emerald chains.

Bruce might've had a chance of denying Luthor if it weren't for the fact the man presents the boy to him when his entire court, the Manhunter, and Kal of El are all in attendance-if he denies this boy it would open the way for someone to question why not this one, when he'd accepted and even sought out all the others. More than that, it'd be an insult before witnesses, and Bruce would never think Luthor wouldn't do something with that

Re: and we'd fight for you like we were your soldiers [5/?]

[anonymous]

I was so looking forward to Superboy being introduced, and you certainly didn't disappoint. Chains that aren't really emerald and all that anger... lovely. <3