Prompt Post - Part Ten
I am REALLY, REALLY SORRY about taking so long, guys, and about not being around much recently. I've been busier than I have in a while, and it just kept slipping my mind between uni applications and volunteering and all sorts- for some reason I thought we were much further off a new post.
If there is anything I haven't responded to, as of now, I'm ( Read more... )
I really, really need something with the whole Rumpelstiltskin/Batman parallel ( Don't you dare to tell me you can't see them) So, Bruce as Rumpel with Robin asBae, pretty please? Can use actual storylines of the show or theories ( SPOLIERS *NightwingandTheStrangercoudlworkout*SPOLIERS)Really, i'd take anything.
Also, Ra's al Ghul as Zoso? Totally works
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But they had enemies, those jealous of their joy, and they called out to the darkness to destroy them.
The darkness teemed and roiled, until, at last, the great Demon King himself appeared before them and said: “Aye, that I may do, but for a price.”
“Gladly, we shall pay it,” they said.
“Give me one of your men. Dress him in rags and haircloth and leave him unshorn.”
“This we shall do, Great Dark One,” they said.
And the pact was struck.
Bruce Wayne prefers to try and remember his parents the way they were and not as he remembers them on that accursed night. He knows, of course, that they were humanitarians, contributing to charitable causes and championing human rights and healthcare within Gotham and the greater world at large. He remembers sitting awkwardly through charity galas, waiting for the first moment to slip away, and watching eagerly at the window for ( ... )
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Writer-anon will take this heart of yours and stuff it in a box for safekeeping.
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“You have served me well, dear boy. You are free,” the old man said. “But before I give you your reward, you must answer me one question truthfully.”
“As you wish,” said the prince.
“Dear boy, did you look inside the rags?” the old man asked.
“Yes, I did,” said the prince and plunged the blade into the old man’s heart. “Here your evil and all the horror you have wrought ends.”
But the old man merely laughed as he lay dying. “Foolish boy, don’t you know what you have done? You would have been free and I would have given you the greatest of treasures as I might a son, but now this curse that was my fate is yours!”
With a clap of thunder, the old man died and the prince arose, forever transformed.
And that was how the lost prince became the Great Dark One.
Bruce doesn’t know why or when or even how he made the decision and, in some distant part of his mind, he is screaming that Ra’s is right, ( ... )
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Oh, Anon, I love you! Really, this is amazing. I love the tiny Fairy tale parts at the beggining, it's so sublime and helps you get in the story.
I'd give you anything you ask me for if you continue. My heart in a box? My firstborn? It's defnitely gonna be my firstborn, isn't it? ( LOL)
Lovely, really. Thank you for filling! <3
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Ahah, all magic comes at a cost, but writer-anon assures you it'll be a fair price. (Perhaps a favor, instead, lol.)
In all seriousness, I'll try to add more today. I got called into work yesterday before I was able to add more.
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But that did not stop him, as his thirst for justice was unquenchable.
It was then that he met the boy.
Batman is more than an urban legend now. Batman is a terrifying reality of Gotham, implacable and absolute, and he is watching, always ( ... )
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“I want justice,” the boy said. “My parents were good and kind. A terrible man killed them and now goes unpunished. I cannot pay in coin, but my hands are steady and I shall work as long as I must to repay you, oh Great Dark One.”
“Then you may yet work forever,” the prince said.
“So be it,” the boy said and the bargain was struck.
He sent the boy to work at once, fetching the tools of his magic from all over the world and sending him to deliver the results of his craft. In this way, he schooled the boy in the art of justice and the dark magic that sustained him, though it did scare the boy terribly. But the prince was not without some pity. He gave the boy many fine things, silks and damasks, and sometimes indulged him in childish games, all for which the boy was most grateful and thanked him.
More and more, the boy began to smile in his presence.
And little by little, the prince learned to smile once more.
Bruce did not expect to be a father, he realizes that now. But, ( ... )
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I've written fairy-tale style in the past and it's always a lot of fun.
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*Shrieks* Omg, Really Anon, i'm really into this. Your FairyTale-esque parts are magnificent. I'm eager to see the rest of this!
I'm just asking about the firstborn so i can, y'know, have a first born (?) I shall wait then, Dearie
( What i'm picturing Alfred as Geppeto? Godamnit, brain)
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