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    summary: The Justice League's senior members (excluding Hawkgirl and MM) arrive in a vault under Gotham Museum to thwart Morgan le Fey's apparent plans to steal a magic gem. They fail, and Batman has to pay for the consequences of a mother's untimely wrath.

    I will, (I think) be posting rather short segments. I'm still not sure how it's going to work out yet (which is bad), so I'm trying to go slow to prevent a muse burnout.

    here goes nothing.

    edits:
    Changed the title from 'Batboy' to merely 'Boy'.
    Ages of Alfred and Bruce mentioned in Chapter 4.

    It goes without saying that this takes place somewhere before the ROTJ flashback (y’know, the first time I saw that acronym I thought it meant Return of the Jedi… but, uh, never mind that) since Tim’s already been mentioned, and is still pretty much healthy mentally. Due to various episodes that have screened after I began this little piece, continuity places this within the 3rd season of JLU. The original 7 have patched up reasonably with Hawkgirl, the Flash Museum exists, and so on.
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    Introduction.

    Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in the Justice League. All rights go to the big Muckity muks over on DC, Warner Bros., and Cartoon Network. My knowledge on all things magical and mystic should also no be trusted.

    This is all for fun.



    Introduction.



    It was a dark, stormy night in Gotham, only we wouldn’t know that because that’s not where our story begins, exactly. In fact, it begins in a dark, sterile room, but let’s get on with the story.

    ---

    He woke up.

    He woke up panting, bewildered, and, though he’d never dare to admit it, rather scared. But “big boys didn’t cry”, so he was left to staring blankly into the darkness. He felt odd, and the darkness seemed to be spinning, which wasn’t really possible, and, and…

    He was seeing stars. Literally. Eyes widening slightly, he glanced about the now discernable surroundings. If the smell of disinfectant weren’t enough to convince him, the little machines going ‘beep-beep-beep’ and the bed he was lying in would confirm any doubts that this was indeed the infirmary of the Justice League Watchtower.

    He got off the bed, wobbling a bit. Strange, everything looked a bit funny, like everything was bigger, or… was that… in the corner? ‘Can’t think,’ images and questions buzzed in his mind, boggling his already confused self. His throat felt like sandpaper, and he needed to pee. ‘Who installs a door knob so high up? What’s the big idea? It’s just a bathroom…’

    After wasting a minute finding the light switch (which was, again, placed unreasonably high up the wall, ‘Must speak to Jonn about this’, he noted), he turned towards the water closet, glancing at the mirror above the sink. He stopped suddenly, started once, twice, and finally just stared. It wasn’t just the fact that it was much higher up than usual (though now he knew that it wasn’t that he’d somehow landed in a ward intended for the larger species of the known galaxy by accident), or the fact that he was in this horribly box shaped hospital gown. No, it was that, that…

    It would be five minutes later that the butler of one Bruce Wayne would find a young boy kneeling on the tiles of a Watchtower bathroom, frozen by his reflection in the Mirror.

    “By, George…”

    A high pitched squeak forced its way out of the boy’s throat.

    “--Alfred?”
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    Prologue.

    Prologue.



    Gotham: The night before. I lied. It does begin here.

    Ever the magnet for trouble in all its weird and not wonderful ways, it should be no surprise that something of the magical realm would occur sooner or later.

    Morgaine le Faye had come to steal a jewel hidden in the Vaults below Gotham Museum. Reputedly more powerful than that of which her son had wielded during his embarrassingly short reign of kiddy terror, it would serve her purposes well. For all her evil schemes to take over the world, she was really just an overprotective mother hen who wanted the best for her kid.

    Of course, her son had recently broken the enchantment that had kept him eternally youthful, the silly child. With this stone, however, she would not only be able to ‘cure’ him of the horrors that befell him after his… miscalculated deeds, but finally, finally, would she be able to conquer the earth for her son, her dear, dear Mordred. Never mind the stories that have been told of its users going insane, or worse. It was all, unimportant.

    Having most of the Justice League’s upper echelon pounce on her halfway through operation ‘Gem retrieval’ was an annoyance to say the least, and potentially disastrous. Couldn't have that now, could we?

    “Fools,” she muttered. Having now pocketed the stone, she turned to face them. “What do you think you will gain from this encounter, heroes? This is a lost cause. You will fail," she spoke coldly, "I am already able to harness powers from all the earth’s elements, yes, even astatine. You may not have the knowledge of what magicks they might posses, but do you really want a demonstrat-”

    A batarang interrupted her, bouncing of the force field that she had created about her.

    “Fool!” she screeched, sending a powerful blast of, as Flash later described it, icky looking purplish ray of magic, that pinned Batman to the vault’s door. The heroes’ momentary distraction allowed her to summon the powers, simultaneously restoring her son’s youth and bringing him to her side.

    “Mother? Mother what’s go-”

    “Not now Mordred. Remember the Justice League? Well, I think you’ll like this…” with that, the purplish icky stuff turned into a hot white icky stuff, enveloping Batman.

    “Head back to when you were most weak
    This I say, so le Faye speaks!”

    A groan of agony could be heard from the Batman, even as Wonder Woman turned on Morgaine, “You evil, vile, witch! You’ll PAY for whatever you did to him, undo your curse NOW!” A swish could be heard, then a loud ‘thunk’, as Wonder Woman’s tiara cut through the sorceress’s robes and whacking the rock out of reach. It flickered dangerously, then turned grey.

    “Curses!”

    Royally peeved, le Faye retrieved the rock and teleported away with her son before any of the other heroes could get their hands on her. Some would say that she was able to do so because she’d absorbed enough mystic energy from the rock, others that the heroes were in too much shock from the spectacle of magic. Batman would’ve replayed the scene over and over again, carefully analysing everyone’s moves and actions, and finally brood over how much he hated magic. If he were conscious, that was.

    “Some anti-climax that was,” murmured Flash, “I didn’t even get to do anything.” He had run to Batman’s side as soon as the light disappeared around him, visibly shaken by the turn of events.

    “Diana, Diana it’s okay. Diana, he’s fine, really, look,” Superman placed a hand on Wonder Woman’s shoulder, guiding her tense frame over to the fallen body of their comrade. Indeed, the Batman was fine, if knocked out. There seemed to be no bleeding, and if Superman’s x-ray vision were anything, there was no internal bleeding either. Still…

    “It was magic Kal, it’s different when it’s magic. Remember when Mordred took over that Funseyland place? Or when Circe turned me into a pig?” she replied, exasperated. Eyes trained on Batman, she barely heard John speak through the communicator.

    “J'onn, we have a situation, sending up our coordinates now. Batman is down. I repeat, Batman is down.”
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    Interesting start, and that battle with Morgan was short, but to the point

    I look forward to more

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    From the next room came the sound of someone trying to blow a whistle quietly.
    Susan glanced at her grandfather.
    “I don’t remember them asking for anything that made a noise,” she said.
    OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE WHAT IS 4:30 AM FOR?

    Hogfather, Terry Pratchett


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    Pretty good, so far. The spell turned Batman into a kid? I have a feeling le Fey is gonna get the tar beat out of her for that....

    I'm still not sure how it's going to work out yet (which is bad),
    Probably not a good idea to post it yet, then. I know, because I've made that mistake twice now.
    "Of course, all this magic business is just so much bull dust. Isn't it? We civilized people know that such goings on are ridiculous gibber, don't we? Sure we do: we don't trust anything but our good, reliable horoscope."
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    Good story so far. It's nice to see another JLU fic on an otherwise TT board. I like the idea, so keep writing, it's great so far.
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    Chapter 1.

    A/n:



    Rae: Thanks! Here’s more. (and hopefully I’ll have the guts to write a nice action scene later on).



    JAG:
    Probably not a good idea to post it yet, then. I know, because I've made that mistake twice now.
    Yeah, I know, I’ve got this Phantom phic that’s been on hiatus since like forever over on ff.net *scrunches up face* bah, that.



    Arrakhat: Glad yer liking it. *grins*



    Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don’t own the characters of DCU, all rights to DC, Warner Bros and Cartoon Network blah blah blah.



    Copyrights of crappy plot goes to me. whee~!



    Chapter 1.



    “Hey, Diana!” Flash whizzed into view. Five minutes ago, J'onn J'onzz, Martian Manhunter had completed his medical check up of Batman, declared him healthy, and left the infirmary with a slightly worried look. Superman had been called to oversee certain new instalments in the Watchtower, and excused himself. Green Lantern was already answering a distress signal somewhere of in the Pacific, taking with him Hawkgirl and some other Leaguers.

    That left Diana, and Wally West.

    “Mocha? It’s iced.”

    “Thanks Wally, but no. I’m just, just very worried about him this time,” replied Wonder Woman distantly.

    “‘Cos it’s magic? Yeah you’ve said that before. Hey, didn’t you, Big blue, Bats and GL come across her once before? That time when we were all stuck on huge rocks in some weird dimension thing? I mean, everything went back to normal, didn’t it? How bad could it be?”

    Diana didn’t reply, mostly being that by this time Flash had somehow manipulated the drink into her hands. She gave the cup an offended glance, plucked the straw out of her mouth, and sighed. What were her fears exactly? It wasn’t as if he’d broken nearly all his bones again, nor was it that the world was in danger of another take over on the witch’s part. From what she saw, that stone wouldn’t be usable for a good long time.

    Hopefully a millennium or so, not that she’d count on that happening.

    They were in the Monitor Womb, but the images flickering off the screens didn’t seem to calm her thoughts any. Why did she have this, what did they call it, ‘gut’ feeling, that something was about to happen? Something bad.

    “We should call Alfred.”

    “Alfred? Who’s--- oh, right, right, ‘Jeeves’, hmm. Want me to go? You look like you need sleep Wonds. Really, I’m sure he’ll be fine, I mean, he’s Bats! Look at what happened with Doomsday! Or what about that time when he turned the watchtowerintohisownhulkingmassofbatarangishdoom-evenbeingallnobleandlayingdownhislifeandallthoughiguesssupessavedhim and-”

    “… yeah, I guess I’m worried too,” Wally flashed a rueful smile. Come to think of it, he looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Diana understood completely, and then some.

    “It’s alright Flash, with his bottomless egotism and methods of intimidation, I’m sure all of us seem to forget at some point or the other that, he’s the most vulnerable, physically, of the lot of us.”

    A moment of silence passed between the two, broken by the Flash.

    “Vulnerable, now that’s a word I’d never connect with him. Heh, shows how much I know, huh?” he shrugged, “Either way, I’m off now. The butler’s got to be told. I mean, what with him being around ‘since the master was in diapers’ and all. G’night Wonds,” and with that, a red blur followed in the wake of the Flash.

    Diana shook her head at the image that had come up unbidden with Wally’s last statement. Batman, in diapers? Even though she had seen Bruce as a child before, that was just… just…

    Something that you wouldn’t want to think about, especially since any person nearby would start wondering if the Joker had blown a laughing gas bomb in your face.

    She smiled, tension slightly released from her face.

    Wally, you sly, sly, man. I never knew you had it in you.

    Somehow, he’d managed to manoeuvre her down the corridors to her quarters during their chat.

    Silly guy.
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    Cool, and funny!

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    From the next room came the sound of someone trying to blow a whistle quietly.
    Susan glanced at her grandfather.
    “I don’t remember them asking for anything that made a noise,” she said.
    OH, THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN THE STOCKING THAT MAKES A NOISE, said Death. OTHERWISE WHAT IS 4:30 AM FOR?

    Hogfather, Terry Pratchett


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    Yes, it was.
    "Of course, all this magic business is just so much bull dust. Isn't it? We civilized people know that such goings on are ridiculous gibber, don't we? Sure we do: we don't trust anything but our good, reliable horoscope."
    -Peter Hathaway Capstick

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    a/n: Rae and JAG, thanks to ya both. Here’s more!



    Disclaimer: Plot goes to me, and the rest DC. Well, DC, Warner Bros, and Cartoon Network really.



    Chapter 2



    The rat-tat-tatatatatatatata-tat that could be clearly heard even from the back kitchens drove Alfred to the front door. He checked a nearby clock. Who in blazes knocks at the ungodly hour of three in the morning? He turned to peer at the Upper floors of the house. Surely Master Tim hadn’t decided to order pizza as a midnight snack? It wouldn’t be the first time, he mused.

    The pains of a butler, indeed.

    “Mister West, I trust this visit isn’t a social one.”

    “How’d you? Oh, never mind…” the Scarlet Speedster shuffled his feet, “Say, uh… uh…”

    “Is something the matter? Surely there is, something of importance?” A tinge of concern seemed to gloss over the butler’s stoic face. Such subtle expressions were usually lost on the majority of the people he’d met. The Flash was one of them.

    Is he angry at me? Yeah, go shoot the messenger. Sheesh, gimme a break! Count to ten Flash… ten… nine… he still there? Flash sneaked a peek from his study of his shoes. Ah… shoot:

    Bang.

    Biff.

    “We, that is, the Justice League, have reason to believe that Batman has been, uh…”

    Injured? Damaged? Disabled?

    “…hurt.”

    Pow.

    “Hurt? How bad is this… hurt?” Alfred’s spine went rigid as he stared at his master’s colleague.

    “Well, uh, physically, nothing, at least compared to what he usually…” he floundered, searching for a word that just seemed to elude him.

    Gets? Acquires? Faces?

    “Sustains, sir?”

    “Yeah, that, but uh, we had a run in with Morgaine le Faye, and she cursed him.”

    “And I thought she only existed in the Arthurian legends of old.”

    “Really? He didn’t tell you about the time—well, I suppose he wouldn’t. Anyway, she said something about “back to when you were most weak” or some sort of hocus pocus. Wonder Woman thought it’d be good to let you know…”

    By now Wally had got steadily more uncomfortable under the valet’s stare. Alfred himself had got steadily more concerned for his ward ‘Master or no.’ It was not customary for the League to inform him of Master Bruce’s injuries, no matter how badly mangled the stubborn man had managed to get himself.

    Of course, the Flash’s choice of words weren’t helping in the slightest.

    “I wonder… Mister West, would it be possible for me to visit Master Bruce?”

    A relieved grin finally spread across the Flash’s face.

    “Yeah, I was hoping you’d say that.”

    “Very well, if you would care to come in, I will pack a few items and be with you shortly.”

    It took a minute for Alfred to walk to his quarters, another to pack a carpet bag suitcase, and yet a third to ponder over a dusty cardboard box that lay atop his cupboard.

    “I wonder…”

    There was nothing of great value in the box, personally anyway, and the box itself had definitely seen better days. He began to wonder exactly why he was thinking over its contents, except for the fact that something Mister West had said seemed to nag at him.

    Hopefully, he’ll at least find some satirical element in my efforts.

    It took him thirty seconds to fish through the box’s contents, place a few additional items in his bag, and hurry back out to the hallway.

    “Shall we proceed?”

    Flash spun around in surprise. Man, he’s as silent as Black, Dark and Moody! Why am I even surprised, eh?

    “Hold on old man, bumpy ride ahead. First we run, or rather, I run us, to some weird obscure location, and then our molecules get diced and rejoined as we’re teleported up to the big shiny thi-- uh, Watchtower!”

    The butler responded with an audible gulp. Flash grinned.

    "I knew there was a reason I'd loathed espionage."
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