Feb 1, 2021
Tag Game Masterlist
Masterlist of Story Sketches from the Tag Game
To make it easier for me to find in the event I want to actually... write anything from it.
Individual warnings can be found in the individual links.
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seen from Türkiye
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seen from Malaysia
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Tag Game Masterlist
Masterlist of Story Sketches from the Tag Game
To make it easier for me to find in the event I want to actually... write anything from it.
Individual warnings can be found in the individual links.
Mini Prompt Challenge!
I have been gifted the knowledge of a random word generator. I decided it makes an excellent one word prompt.
The challenge?
Generate FIVE random words.
Make a short story (10 sentences or less) based on those words.
Then tag 5 people.
And here we go!
Tagged by: @excuseme-howdareyou
THANK YOU!
1. Fool
“You utter fool!” Damian hissed, hand clamped tightly to Red Hood’s side.
“Sorry, bat brat.” Jason gasped. He was pretty sure his lung was punctured. “No way I was letting that hit you.”
“I forbid you to die again.”
“Whatever, kid.”
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2. Deserve
Bruce ran his hand over his face. What could he say?
The Batmobile was up on cinder blocks in the middle of the Cave, a tire iron sitting prominently on the hood. He had no idea what had he done to piss Jason off this time.
Dick cackled from above him.
“What did I do to deserve this?”
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3. Agreement
“This will end the war between our factions for good.” Dick Grayson stated solemnly, shaking his opponent's hand.
“Peace lasting until the end of time.” Damian Wayne nodded gravely.
“Just sign the fucking agreement so we can get dinner already!” Jason called from the hood of the car, rolling his eyes. Tim snickered from the back seat.
Seriously. It was paintball, not war.
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4. Notion
“What an odd notion! I daresay—”
“Aw, put a fucking can in it, Ed. You sound like an idiot.”
As the Riddler sputtered in indignation, Red Hood finished taking out his men with a few well-placed shots before turning his weapon on their leader.
“Why don’t you and your notions take a bow and give it up for the night?”
Nigma wilted.
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5. Aware
“What the hell is he doing?” Red Robin muttered to Red Hood.
“Do I look like I know why Dick does anything?”
“Hood,” The comms crackled with Robin’s voice, “is Grayson aware that Batman is currently engaged with Catwoman in that building?”
Jason watched Nightwing scale the old warehouse and shook his head, smirking, “If he isn’t now, he will be soon.”
It was going to be hilarious. He wished he had popcorn.
Tagging: @elloryia @daemoninwhiteround2 @scandalsavagefanfic @whumpbby @atasteforsuicidal
Hello! Can I request a SladeJay omegaverse? Like what if Slade coming home from a mission only to find out one of his enemies followed him back wanting to revenge or smth and Jay got hit (pls no death tho, my heart can't take that much toll ;-;) and now Slade has to take care of their pup(s) until Jason wakes up. Thank you so much!
I am so sorry. I had good intentions for this. We even started it and were going to round-robin it out for you. You’ve been so incredibly patient.
Please, take what I started for it and please submit another prompt.
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“Fuck off, Grayson. I said I haven’t seen your brother.” Slade snarls.
He’s fed up with Bats. They’ve been trailing him for days. He would have slipped them ages ago but there are just so damned many of them.
“He’s not my brother. Not anymore.” Nightwing corrects, annoyance coloring his scent. “If you see him, call me.”
“Why the fuck would I do that?” The mercenary demands, “I don’t owe you a damned thing and if the way you’ve all harassed me the last few days is any indication, he’s better off staying gone.”
The alpha stalks past the vigilante, knocking his shoulder in the process. He just wants to go home — be in his own den — but he can’t do that dragging a tail. With another growl, Slade slips into the shadows and up to a better vantage point; eyes never leaving Dick Grayson.
He can’t afford to let a Bat out of his sight while they’re still following him. Not tonight. Not this close. He has more to protect than his own hide.
As he watches, Nightwing’s comm buzzes and he’s soon taking off.
Still, Slade doesn’t move — doesn’t so much as twitch — until he’s sure the other alpha is gone. Until he’s sure no one else is waiting to pounce.
Even then, he waits.
Finally, when he knows he’s alone — safe — he leaves.
Slade takes the long way home, stopping at stores and checkpoints, doubling back, and making sure he isn’t followed. But every step closer he gets — every minute — the urge to rush grows. The urge to forge ahead and be there. When he finally crosses that last street and slips past that last door… he knows.
Something’s wrong.
Flying up the stairs to his — to their apartment, Deathstroke throws open the door. The Bat himself is bearing down on Slade’s injured mate.
Jason.
Two other batlings are down — including Nightwing — blood pooling underneath them. The alpha knows more will be on their way. He should have left sooner.
He should have realized why Grayson had been called away. He should have…
The cries of his children split the air, coming from the door his mate is guarding.
Slade’s growl, like thunder, echoes through the room.