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Time for something fun!

Need a little pick me up? Or just feel like playing something really stupid? It's time for a meme.

The Magical Swap Meme
or the 'oops, you done fucked up' meme

courtesy of Luc*

Directions

Post your character with the name/canon in the subject meme. In your comment, put your preferences such as, "I don't want to do prompt #1" or "for the gender swap prompt, [character] will look like [this]" or "for the age swap prompt, my character will be 5 years younger".

Tag each other and have fun.

Prompts

Body Swap: Holy shit. You're looking at yourself like you're looking in a mirror. The only problem is, when you're looking down at your own hands... you're in someone else's body.

Gender Swap: Well, this is new; you're now no longer in the right body, but it's still yours. Were you always a girl? You sure weren't yesterday. Of course, this is probably another one of the city's tricks; no point in getting all up in arms about it, is there?

Age Swap: Are you starting to see a pattern here? Now you're younger-- or older-- than you were a little while ago. Who're you going to bug about your height now?

Canon Swap: Your entire history is different now. Suddenly, you're a homestuck. Or maybe you're an elf. Or perhaps you're not even switching canons with the person you're threading with. What's the damage?

Power Swap:...Like the one above, but with powers instead of canons.

Moral Alignment Swap: Suddenly, you're evil as hell. Or maybe you're really good now. Or maybe your moral alignment is "eh /non-commital wiggly hand gesture". I don't make the rules here, bucko.

Luc, you didn't include this swap I wanted to do!: Well look at you, you have a bigger imagination than I do. What are you waiting for? Swap it. Just swap it. Do it, before it's too late.

You now have four minutes to save the world.**

*If it's a bad meme, it wasn't my idea.
**You do not have four minutes to save the world. In fact, there's really no point in worrying about world saving right now.

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[ His face scrunches in confusion at that, another set of batarangs held and ready between his knuckles - he's paused, squinting at the other. ]

The court?

[ No recognition. None. He doesn't have a clue about what that is. He barks out a laugh, low and humorless, recognizing the situation fully, now: his Grayson, gone, replaced by one from a different dimension.

And he doesn't know if he'll get him back. ]

The Batman? Surprise, Grayson, you're my Batman. Your target is yourself.

And if you don't believe me, I can tell you all about Zitka. Unless you don't remember her either?

[ It's a gamble. He has no clue about this Grayson's personal history, but he knows that acrobatic style, knows where it came from. ]

[At first, he scoffs; him being the Batman was utterly ridiculous, for one thing. Batman was an adult, if you wanted to start with the most basic fact a five year old could tell you.

But, when he mentions Zitka--]

Shut up!!

[Anger. But it did belie recognition.

Suddenly he didn't care as much about the crap on his shoulder, wiping the residue he'd managed to glance off the blade of the knife and flinging it at Damian-- still aimed with precision, but a hell of a lot more angry about it, and the weight of his entire body behind it. Anger tended to make people a bit worse at the whole aiming thing.]

[ Triumph. Damian's hit a nerve, and he's going to dog it to the bone. He rolls out of the way of the knife (easier to dodge this one, his aim is slipping), flinging the second set of batarangs at Dick and following it up with a lunge of his own, bringing the fight back in close with a fierce snarl. ]

She's your favorite. She has a habit of curling her trunk around you when she sees you, and when you were smaller--

[ Like you are now. ]

--she'd even pick you up that way.

Am I hot? Cold? This ringing any bells?

[ Oh, he's ringing bells, alright. Alarm bells. ]

Who knows, you might even have a stuffed elephant you keep in your room that you named after her.

[He dodges more of the batarangs; the second to last one, he catches in his hand, letting his arm swing to carry through the momentum never minding the cut on the palm of his hand. The last one glanced his shoulder, but was altogether ignored along with the pain from the injuries.]

I said shut UP! [His own emotions were getting a bit-- intense now. Memories he didn't want to remember and shouldn't remember because that wasn't any of his business anymore.

He curled with Damian's lunge willingly, letting the attack connect so he had a better stance to swing the stolen batarang down on his aggressor with a renewed zeal for blood.]

None of that is any of your business!! It's got nothing to do with me! [Now he was making it personal.]

[ He grunts as the batarang connects, digging deep into his shoulder; Damian uses the opening to get a hold on Grayson's arm, gripping hard and twisting with precision - he'll be brought to his knees, or suffer a broken wrist--

(thinner than even his own, he's fighting a child)

--but it's the safest way to subdue him as he is now. ]

It is my business, and it has everything to do with you, Robin.

[That finally gets him to let out a cry of pain, and he stumbled to his knees under the pressure on his arm (Damian was stronger than him, he'd never been ready for long term, engaged combat)-- better than incurring a long-term injury, but it didn't leave him with many tactical options. Besides gritting his teeth and looking increasingly angry-- so he'd wait.]

You're an idiot. You're Robin. Why the heck would I ever be Robin?

Because--

[ Good, Grayson's down. Damian's grip is like a vise on him, one boot resting warningly against his back. He can and will pop his shoulder right out of its socket if Dick tries to pull anything.

He hates every moment of it. ]

--that's what she called you. Your mother.

[Oh.

He remembered that.

He grunted at the foot against his back (humiliating), and his tone of voice simply grew increasingly bitter.]

Who cares. I already told you, it's got nothing to do with me.

[Y'know. Anymore.]

[ Small Grayson, don't be pathetic. (~~It's kind of endearing and it really shouldn't be.~~) Damian snorts, cuffing Dick on the back of the head with his free hand - lightly, for him. ]

-Tt.- Don't be dumb, I know you're smarter than this, Grayson.

Calm down, and think for a minute.

[ Damian can wait. He can hold this position all day, if he wants. ]

You keep saying it has nothing to do with you.

So what does that even mean?

[That one didn't really hurt that much-- but he was still gonna get the little jerk back for it when he had the chance.]

That's not my life anymore. I moved on to more important things and left all that behind.

[On the contrary, it doesn't take that long for him to think of what to say; the recitations a bit mechanical in fact, like a kid reciting country names or multiplication tables in grade school.]

And she's dead, anyway. [He does pretty good at hiding it (it's out of necessity, really), but it's a little too obvious for his own comfort that the wound's still fresh.] But it sounds like you already know that.

Alright. Now try to say that like you actually mean it this time.

[ Too bad for Dick, Damian is startlingly perceptive. ]

I do already know. As I said, you're my partner. Or a version of you.

Things are different here. Are you willing to put the knives away for two minutes and listen?

[ Christ. He sounds like Grayson, doesn't he? ]

Why you--!

[If he wasn't, y'know, kinda stuck here, he would probably punch this kid in the face. He would definitely punch him in the face. But instead, any attempts at that are just an awkward twisting motion, and he lets out a frustrated breath through his nose.]

Does it look like I have anything in my hands? Or a choice?

[Well. He still had another knife hidden in his belt. But no one needed to know about that right now.]

Nope, and nope.

[ He's an assassin, too, though. He knows there's always another knife. Smoothly, he releases Grayson from the hold, backing out of attacking distance and crossing his arms, unimpressed. Go ahead, try the punch. See how quickly he takes you down again. ]

You're in Ruby City. Do you have any recollection or understanding of what that means?

[ Find out what he's working with, here. The thought momentarily crosses his mind that he could simply disavow himself of the situation altogether. He doesn't know this Grayson, and the boy is hostile. He could wash his hands of it, like Todd, unless where he's forced to interact with him. Could ditch him and let him figure things out on his own.

He considers the option, and then discards it. No. He can't do that. Not to his partner. Grayson is stuck with Damian, whether he wants to be or not. ]

[He turns around and stands back up as quick as a hummingbird's wings once he was released; but rather than being the aggressor again, he takes a few steps back of his own, letting his arms fall to his sides quietly even though the energy and preparedness was still there.

He didn't know why this dumb kid cared so much to talk about it. All that crap about 'Robin' is such a ludicrously crafted lie, but he can't get his head around intention. It certainly made his face a bit sour.]

Some kind of... city in another dimension. [He's a little surprised at how easily he remembers(?) that. Not the city he cares about anyway.] Why?

[ Well, that's a start. He frowns across the distance at Dick, fingers curling around his arms tensely. His shoulder burns, painful and hot, where the batarang tore into it. ]

You're trapped here, with the rest of us. There's no going back until you're sent back.

This court you're talking about? Isn't here. You're on your own, without them.

And right now, I'm probably the only person you've got on your side, even though you tried very hard to bury a knife in my throat.

I'll bury one in your heart if I have to.

[His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

When trapped in a corner, a scared animal was more likely to lash out in anger for its own protection.]

Just because they're not here doesn't mean I don't still serve them. Why should I trust you instead of them?! You already know too much about me!

[ So unimpressed. Small, angry Grayson, he is not intimidated. No - he's angry. Because this city. ]

All I know is Grayson did right by me.

[ He squares his jaw, frustrated, sincere, furious. ]

So no matter what, I'm on your side. I don't give a damn who you serve. I'm not going to abandon you.

Abandon me?! [Unbelievable. He was downright indignant. And-- Confused.]

I just tried to kill you! I'm not this other-me you keep talking about, and I'm not Robin either! I don't even know you!

[The court would have his head for failing like this, but frankly, he just wanted to leave. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't.]

J-- Just leave me alone, you weirdo--!

And I just said none of that matters!

[ Indignant right back, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration. God, Grayson, get on his level here. ]

Yeah, you're being an asshole right now--

[ Is that what we call trying to kill someone? ]

--and no, you're not my Grayson or even Robin.

But I'm still your ally and I'm not leaving you alone in this city. So deal with it.

[ You're stuck with him, Dick. He will dog your every step until you give up out of exhaustion and surrender to the inevitability of his presence. ]

I--

[He didn't get it. Was it some kind of trap? Some trick? It had to be. Couldn't be that easy.

He took a step back in his own defense, but his temper was already running out of steam, and-- (and he hated this kid because he missed his mom, and he missed Zitka, but he couldn't let himself start crying over that--)]

...What do you want from me then? [Well, he wasn't screaming bloody murder anymore, but it still pretty obviously came off as a freaked out kid trying to act tough.]

A truce.

[ He holds out a hand: small, but steely in his determination. ]

And a partnership. As long as you're in this city, you'll have someone to watch your back.

[The hesitation was obvious. A-- partnership, was not something he had a true concept of. He's always had to work alone, since he'd had to become a Talon; a life without any kind of safety net was one he'd already gotten used to. And he still couldn't, for the life of him, understand why Damian would want a partnership. Maybe only to keep the assassination attempts at bay.

He stared at the hand for a solid minute. It could be the perfect chance to get his job done, once his back was turned. But he wasn't sure he... wanted, to do that?

Another moment, and he retraced his tracks and stepped forward, reaching out and shaking Damian's hand in affirmation-- still poised, still waiting for the trap to truly be sprung, but-- but still certain.]

Fine. Truce. [He as basically dead either way anyway.]

Good. [ He's mollified, by that. Maybe not happy, or relieved, but satisfied. ]

Fair warning: even if you do change your mind and manage to kill me? I'll come back in a week or so and throw you into the river.

[ Just so they're clear. ]

With the mud. Maybe even leeches. It won't be pleasant.

[ Not pleasant at all. Although a dunking as punishment for murder is getting off lightly. He clicks his tongue at the wounds left on Dick (and himself). ]

For now, let's see about getting those wrapped up.

I'm not scared of leeches.

[It was as deadpan as he could possibly deliver it, but hey, he wasn't. Dunking for murder was getting off pretty good in his mind. And he was highly skeptical of the whole dying thing anyway. This was insane.]

And I'll be fine. [He idly wiped some of the blood from his shoulder. He kind of looked a little ashamed-- though whether it was because of his own injuries or the ones on Damian, who knew.]

Um, I don't-- medical's not really my thing.

You should be.

[ Leeches are horrid.

His eyebrows raise, skeptical, at Dick's comment. ]

'Not really your thing'? What, you just let it bleed?

[ Damian had tried his best not to injure the small Grayson too badly, but batarangs had sharp edges - hard to get around that. They both needed medical, if he was honest with himself. The cut was deep, and increasingly painful as the adrenaline wears off. ]

-Tt.- The last thing you want is for those cuts to get infected, here.

Time for something fun!

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