Title pretty much says it all, this book is basically just full of young justice character X readers :3 feel free to send requests or write them in the comments!
I don't own Young Justice and as much as I would love to take Bart home and cuddle him...
Ok, so, after my large problem-rant last chapter I sort of felt a little better getting it out of me, but I wasn't entirely motivated to write anything. But thanks to a small comment from enchxntedi thought 'y'know what? I enjoy writing these, so I'm going to stop being an idiot and write something'. Look at this, Crashers. All the things a small comment can do. And I chose to do this request from StarFox02 because it seemed the most interesting and fun one to write :).
Y/N- your name H/C- hair colour Enjoy and stay crash! ----------------------------------------------
"So, in short, I thought you'd like it!" You beamed at Batman's protégé. You hoped you hadn't bored him to death with your story on how you found the chain necklace with a Robin charm, but you were running out of things to talk about and didn't want it to become awkward.
Robin flashed you a smile, clipping it around the back of his neck, "Thanks, Y/N! I love it!"
-le first time skip after my magical hiatus... I need to have more creative time skips amirite-
You sighed, Gotham academy was the place you'd least want to be back at after spending most of the holidays with the team at Mount Justice. To make your day even worse, the person stood in front of you was none other than Ottolie, the most loved and worshipped person it the school. How perfect.
"I see you're still here." She scoffed, admiring her recently manicured nails. Her father was the owner of a large business, and was rather wealthy because of it. Of course, not as rich as Mr Wayne of Wayne Enterprises though.
"'Scuse me. Just trying to get to class, here." You spoke, attempting to not draw too much attention to your conversation. Though that often never worked.
"Excuse me! I'm talking to you here. It's only polite to make conversation!"
You sighed, looks like this year was going to be just like the last. Suddenly, you heard a noise, like someone being shoved. Focusing on the area in front of you, you realised that Ottolie had been shoved. By none other than Dick Grayson, Mr Wayne's protogé. Just great. Now there was even more people paying attention to you.
"Come on, Ottolie, just let Y/N go to class." Dick huffed. Seems like he was annoyed. You didn't know why, he'd never really spiked to you before. Honestly, you were surprised he even knew your name. Although he did share a few classes with you, you didn't think he would be so considerate.
At this, Ottolie actually listened to Dick. You never thought that someone talking to her would actually make her back off. It's probably because she loves him, even though there's a large number of times Dick made it clear that he wasn't interested. You had no idea how the boy managed to keep a polite demeanour all the time.
After Ottolie huffed and stormed off down the hall, Dick turned to you and flashed a smile, "Sorry about that. Hey, we have class together next, don't we? We can walk together!"
"Uh, sure!" You agreed, caught off guard your eyes caught a flash of a silver chain with a small charm on the end. You couldn't make out what the charm was, but it was rounded and had the basic shape of some sort of bird. No, it couldn't be the bird.
But, now you think about it, he does have that same black hair- even though it's usually slicked back. And that charming but cheeky smile. And he has the same bodily proportions...
No. Nope. No way. Dick Grayson was not Robin, the person you looked up to And strived to be like. You were only S/H/N, the hero everyone knew as 'Robin's teammate'.
At this moment, your amazing and considerate brain decided to join together that Dick Grayson was, in fact Robin. How nice.
"Hey, Rob, what did you do for the homework assignment for tomorrow?" You questioned.
"Argh... I totally forgot! So not feeling the aster here... hey, S/H/N? Could I maybe... borrow it to copy from?"
"Yeah, su- wait a second... Rob?"
At this realisation, Dick slapped his hands over his mouth, and his eyes widened.
"Uh... No! You can't tell anyone! Bats'll kill me..." Dick- uh, Rob, blurted, trying to keep his voice quiet from passers-by on the hall, "Batman didn't want me to tell you guys who I really was, so could you maybe... not let it slip out?"
You gave a quick nod of your head in reassurance, "of course I won't, I respect Batman's choices- it's for your own safety, anyway."
"Thank you Y/N!" He grinned and we carried on walking to class.
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Guys. Guyssss. That was terrible. I find that I can no longer write stories that are interesti- GOOD even. Jesus. I'm sorry for the looong wait and shitty chapter but I feel so bad not posting anything but I feel even worse posting something THIS bad. Sorry.
A and I just realised after I finished that I got the request wrong. Whoops. Looks like I'm just a fuzz up.
About the Christmas requests, sure, I haven't got many done. You could say I haven't done ANY. Lets go with that. I'll try my best to get at least one more request done but I'm not promising anything- don't get your hopes up.
Here, have a Chuuya as an apology gift.
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