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Ghost helpline part 13 Neutral Ground

Diana and Clark had fought for more information. Boston needed more time to convince Jason Blood to help and Dick was still talking Raven out of retirement.

They needed more information, it was late, everyone was tired, and frankly this had grown into a bigger problem than Batman’s paranoia over a child demon. If shit hit the fan, a war between the magic community and humans could start. They need to know if a human group had made disease and they needed proof. The league needed to know the political landscape before doing anything more than cure administration. Which would take days.

Diana and Clark are reasonable good friends. They would later force Bruce to leave with his children and lock the zeta tube to the tower behind them.

—- —- —-

Jack had been born on the fourth day of the fourth month at the tail end of the Qin Dynasty in a bustling prefecture of China.

Jack had been born already dead. Skin white as snow, ruby eyes wide open, sunlight causing him pain. His mother attempted to love him, she did. She would braid his faded ginger hair away from his face and buy him small sweets when he behaved correctly. She tried.

At the age of six he had been given to his grandmother. He was moved away from the city to a backwater town in the midst of nowhere.

At seven his grandmother spent money they didn’t have for a doctor. He called them an albino. The town called him demon.

At age eight war came and he never saw his mother again. He didn’t have the courage to ask grandmother if it was done on purpose or not.

At nine grandmother introduces him to a man that will change his fate.

The first time Jack meets Violet, he’s ten hiding from bullies in the forest. She stands heads taller than him, drenched in blood, dark claws growing from her finger tips holding someone’s entrails.

She’s the most beautiful thing the little Chinese boy has ever seen.

The second time they meet, Jack is eleven eating alone. She sits at his table without horns and nobody notices.

The third time they meet, Jack is twelve and lost. She explains to him that his self pity is unattractive and that he is wasting his life.

The fourth time they meet, Jack is fourteen and his grandmother has died. She tells him that his existence is natural. He notices that he is finally taller than her, she hasn’t aged a day.

At fifteen he can no longer bare the cruel words and actions of the village. He runs away and decides to give Violet his name the next time he sees her.

At sixteen he is freezing to death too tired to move, then the man corners him.

He never makes it to seventeen.

—- —- —-

Boston had a knack for information gathering but this job was going to be difficult. Rumors so many rumors. But Boston at least knew these main things about magic society that everyone knew:

1 - Vampires and Werewolves hate each other to the point of fighting on site

2- You never ask a ghost why they died

3- Any Atlantean on land is considered neutral ground NO fighting

4- Every species has their own royals

Boston finished writing it all down and left the watchtower last with John and Zatanna. He hoped it would help.

—- —- —-

Violet lands on her ass in alley way in Gotham. It’s cold, dark and she has no energy left to teleport again. Her skin stings as she shifts slow and stuttered. Her hair grows and flattens straight down like a pin. Her eyes water as they go from gold to purple. Her scars tuck themselves away from prying eyes. Her horns imply vanish she’s not sure at all about where they go when she does this.

She’s still in her dress from days ago. Her front is dripping in a wet viscous fluid. It’s a disgusting orange color chin is of something falling to the floor. She smells rancid.

This is fine. She’s fine. Now that she’s properly awake all she needs to do is find a phone. Hers having gotten smashed before the move, multiple times. She had already destroyed three this month.

Alright, she picked her self up. She has a plan. Find a phone.

Across the street lights blare.

The Ice Berg Lounge.

—- —- —-

Bruce stubbles out of the zeta tube dead on his feet. Maybe just maybe he had been too harsh on Konstelacio. She had helped them a lot, and while her ‘price’ was worrisome Bruce knew it could have been a lot worse. It left a bitter feeling in his mouth. An unknown having any control over a leaguer, even a non powered individual, didn’t sit right with him.

He needed contingencies against her.

He needed contingencies for her too. She had looked sick, he had noticed Barry running to get a trash can.

Bruce and his kids began to strip off their clothing changing into civilian clothes. Bruce got as far as his pants when his kids conversation caught up with him.

“I know Dami I’m just worried! How could our new neighbor just let his kids wander Gotham! And apparently now the man is alone at his house! He’s so going to get robbed.”

“Tt- the two that we meet shall still be there.”

“I dunno Dami if I was that age and all my siblings were out I’d leave too.”

Neighbors? No they couldn’t possibly have new neighbors the closet house to them was the Drake Manor…. Oh. He probably owed Tim an apology but how could his son decide something like that with out him!

And he apparently had sold it to someone who let their kids run around Gotham to boot! Was the Drake house cursed to have neglected kids within its walls. Neglected kids like Tim. Not again! Not On His Watch!

The car ride only served to make him more upset. Masters? Seriously? That pompous asshole. The man was aggravating, Bruce considered it a blessing they hadn’t crossed each other often in galas. It was a bit of a mystery where he had fucked off to all these years, tho Bruce took the new kids as a simple explanation. His new found lack of villainess behavior could also be attributed to his new found fatherhood. Which made him better than most sadly. Still tho! Batman didn’t trust him not at all.

The millionaire made his way to the front door, a pan lasagna in his hand, and survived the area…. Not a single camera. He knocked. Twice.

After a few minutes the door opened and the vigilante dredged up the most innocent Brucie smile he had. The door opened and he almost dropped the pasta.

The man who opened the door was bleary-eyed, yawning softly. He was wearing a “today is paw-fect” shirt. Baby pink, two sizes too short exposing his muffin top. His pants were fuzzy and matched his open robe.

Bruce gulped at the sight of him. His long platinum hair tangled and frizzed. Cornflower blue eyes looked up at him filled with mirth.

“Well then I’m going to assume your partying had you losing track of time neighbor mine. It’s a bit late but if you’d like to come inside, that pan looks heavy…. Hello?”

The way the man had said ‘mine’ had Bruce feeling warm and … oh oh no. He was in trouble.

I know there is a fanfic on ao3 about this I just can’t seem to find it

When Billy Batson's identity gets exposed why doesn't he just... lie. Like, nothing else he comes up with is going to be more unbelievable than the homeless ten year old with a magical girl transformation that turns him into a giant himbo of an indestructible demigod. Just. Lie, Bill. No one is going to know the difference. If they didn't clock you then, they're not going to clock you now.

"I pissed off a witch and she cursed me. It gets overridden when I use my powers—you know, 'blessings of the gods' and all—but I haven't figured out how to get it totally off yet. Great for free ice cream tho."

"Billy Batson died five years ago and I'm the last figment of his imagination"

"C.C. and Marylin Batson stumbled across my tomb during a expedition and now I just look like this."

"I was created ten years ago from the ambient magic in the Rock of Eternity."

"I age really, really slowly."

"Zeus thought it would be funny."

"I made a bet with Klarion and lost."

"This is how I looked when I died."

"My species just ages like this. Are you telling me you don't? How was I supposed to know I should mention it!"

"You ever seen the movie Freaky Friday?"

"It's rude to ask a lady her age!"

("It's rude to what?!)

Clark remembering Batman’s distance when he reacted badly to Konner …. Oh no I’ve made a mistake:(

I know there are a lot of fanfics about Jason being caught by the Justice League and usually getting bailed out by the batfam, but imagine if it was Brucie Wayne bailing him out:

In the JL interrogation room:

Superman: Alright, Red Hood, who is your supplier helping you move drugs in Star City?

Red Hood, who was undercover investigating a drug ring and got caught in a JL bust and sesnses an opportunity to mess with Batman: Look, I know you guys aren't cops, but can I get at least get one phone call?

Justice league looking skeptical?

Red Hood: You can even monitor it.

Green Arrow: Fine one phone call, but it will be monitored.

Hands Hood a phone

Red Hood: Hey Dad, I got stopped by the Justice League. Could you come bail me out? Really, okay, see you soon. Okay, my Dad said that he would bail me, so could we go over to the teleporters?

Green Arrow: Okay, firstly, we aren't cops, you can't just post bail and get out. Secondly, how would this "Dad" get up here?

Red Hood: You'll see.

Minutes later, Brucie Wayne walks in with a trail of Heroes, trying to explain why he cannot be at the Watchtower.

Superman: Mr. Wayne what are you doing here and how did you get here?

Bruce laying the Brucie persona on thick: Well as one of the Justice League's biggest doners and tech suppliers I have access to the teleporters, as for why I'm here it's to bail out my son. Hi Jaylad!

Red Hood fully expecting Batman: What?

Green Arrow remembering his friend's grief over loosing Jason: Ummmm, Mr. Wayne this is the Red Hood. You know "Bag full of severed heads" Red Hood.

Brucie: Yes, I know he's had some issues with his big feelings, but he's still my sweet little boy.

Superman: And you think that he's your late son Jason Todd?

Brucie: Yes, Batman even confirmed it was him. It turns out that after he died, he was brought back by an organization that planned on using him as a weapon against Batman. But he left them and has been working to improve Crime Alley, I'm so proud of him.

Green Arrow: We caught him in Star City with Drug runners.

Brucie: I'm sure he has a good explanation, don’t you Jaylad?

Red Hood still reeling from Bruce showing up as Brucie and not Batman: I was undercover?

Brucie: See perfectly reasonable, now can I please have my baby boy back? Alfred will be so upset if he's not home for dinner.

Surprisingly, this works , the Justice League is to stunned by this revelation and later confirm this with Batman that yes, the notorious Red Hood is the son of Billionaire, philanthropist airhead Brucie Wayne. Jason, meanwhile, has suffered a huge blow to his cred in the Hero community because of the association with Brucie instead of the Batfam. The bat siblings do not let this go anytime soon.

Batverse - we all know those dekuverse fics that were really popular when MHA came out right? Well that but with the Batfamily. I mean the multiverse is already cannon anyway.

Imagine the drama, the emotionally constipated despair.

Also just the family learning more about each other :)

Team phantoms job as a ghost real estate agency XD

Magic tattoos!!!! Magic written into skin!!!

Ok so Billy is a journalist, a good one. But what if he had done other odd jobs. For example, he was an assistant in a tattoo parlor. He took care of the reception, the cleaning and sometimes the tattoo artist taught him a few tricks. He ends up becoming interested in it and in particular tattoos throughout history and the magic that is involved in it (Billy is an expert in ancient history and nothing will make me turn back).

He got a job as a tattoo artist in the magical world in addition to his job as a journalist and although he is very good he is little known since he does not advertise. However, he can get a little bit every month.

XD thanks so much I have an Ao3 if youd like to read other stuff I’ve done ! :)

MollyAllen is my name on there :)

Marvel’s a Good Hugger.

He really is. Like he’s the go to guy for hugs. More than a couple times, he’s hugged someone with daddy issues and they’ve broken down crying.

Marvel and GL: *hugging*

GL: *sniffles*

Marvel: *pauses and looks down in confusion* “What was that?”

GL: “Nothing.” *sniffles again*

Marvel: “You sure…?”

GL: “Yeah. Shut up- yeah.”

Marvel: “…Okay…?”

GL: *pulls away after a bit, rubbing his eyes*

Marvel: “Are you crying?” *sounds super concerned*

GL: “No! No I’m not!”

There’s also the fact that Marvel’s a nice eight feet tall so almost everyone comes up to his chest. So, when he gets particularly giddy and happy…

Marvel: *Bouncing around super happy, hugging Batman*

Batman: *one side of his face is smushed into Marvel’s chest. His feet aren’t even touching the ground*

Robin!Tim: *videoing the entire thing*

Batman: *just resigned to his fate*

This video was passed around the other sidekicks, then their mentors and that’s how Bruce ended up getting teased by Flash and GL for the rest of the week.

Then, just for Adam specifically…

Marvel: *with a smile on his face, hugging Adam spine crushingly hard*

Black Adam: *punching, kicking, and overall just flailing to him to get him off*

Marvel: *unfazed up until Adam gets him in the eye and he lets go*

Black Adam: *slightly heavy breathing because he felt his lungs being compressed*

This clip goes viral and Batman’s just thinking of all the times Marvel’s hugged him and how easy it could’ve been for Cap to do him like Bane did. Meanwhile, people are wondering why the Captain was hugging his archenemy so tightly.

Also, just randomly, a YJ member will yell:

M’gann: “Group hug!”

And everyone will just rush to hug Marvel. It’s not even really a group hug too. They’re only really hugging Billy. And the thing is, these kids will brawl each other to get there first. Tim would pull a Robin from Teen Titans Go and swing his staff at one of Wally’s legs. Of course, he wouldn’t break it, he’d just trip him, but still. As for why they brawl for it? Whoever gets there first gets the full extent of Cap’s hug. Everyone else gets it to a lesser extent since they either have to sort of dog pile or hug around the person who got there first.

Dear Tumblr: My brother feels bad for lying to his internet friends of a year. He had to lie about his age to get an account and now they all think he’s 14 (he’s actually 13).

I keep telling him it’s not a big deal but he feels guilty and still hasn’t told them the truth.

What should I do?

This is why there are rumors about us you dunderhead?!!!

I Hate That Bitch. I Hate Him.

There’s only a few people Billy hates. Ebenezer is one of them. Actually, he’s at the top of the list. He hates Eben so much that just the mention of him will send him into a rant. Mary accidentally brought him up at the Watchtower so Junior was greeted with Marvel pacing back and forth while Mary was just watching.

Marvel: “It’s just- I hate him!”

Mary: “I know.”

Marvel: “He makes me want to just- AGH- Like peel my skin off!”

Mary: “Wouldn’t that benefit him?”

Marvel: “You’re right! I wanna peel his skin off.”

Junior: *walks over to Mary* “What’s up with him? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this pressed.”

Marvel: *still ranting*

Mary: “I accidentally brought up him.”

Junior: “Who?”

Mary: “Him.”

Junior: “Again, who- wait is he talking about him him or another him.”

Mary: “Him him.”

Junior: “Ooooooooh. Well then that explains why he’s being such a hater right now.”

Unfortunately, someone overheard this. And also unfortunately gossip spreads fast at the Watchtower.

Flash: *sounds nervous* “You don’t think it’s me right??”

Supes: “I doubt it. I’m just worried it might be me.”

Aquaman: “Please, if anything it’s Hal. I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve seen him ask Marvel to cover his shift on monitor duty.”

GL: “Wha-”

All the Male Heroes: *ranting about how it can’t be them*

Hawkgirl and WW: *chilling and watching this go down because the Marvels mentioned it was a him and not a her, so they were in the clear*

Also, one time, Billy was doing a spell and Freddy mentioned Ebenezer. Billy got so pressed that the magic went haywire and now displayed the name of the person you hate the most over your head.

Black Adam: “Champion! What is this?!” *points to the glowing “Captain Marvel” written above his head*

Marvel: “Ah that’s supposed to be the name of the person you hate the most.”

Black Adam: *looks to the “Ebenezer Batson” written over Marvel’s head* “Yours isn’t listed as my name.”

Marvel: “Yeah, because you’re not the person I hate the most.”

*silence*

Black Adam: “What?” *sounds offended and honestly a little hurt*

Clark was embarrassed to admit it but the rift between him and thier not so new anymore teammate, Captain Marvel, was probably his fault. Okay, mostly his fault. Clark couldn't help but distrust magic, as one of his weaknesses it was understandable really. Not only that but something about the Captain was just /off/. His heart beat twirled instead of bumped, he smiled all the time without end but it never quite reached his eyes. It was just too off putting.

But Clark was able to admit when he was wrong. And he was definitely able to admit when he had overreacted (unlike some people). The man had even been part of the Justice Society for crying out loud! (Which made Clark even more nervous in turn, just how old is Marvel?). Captain Marvel was a good hero. Flaky and childish sure but that wasn't the point.

The point was, while the two certainly weren’t friends he did find Captain Marvel a trustworthy hero. And as his team mate Clark had taken for granted the idea that he knew /something/ about Marvel.

But oh oh how wrong he was.

—- —- —-

Captain Marvel, Billy Batson Nightingale is a hero. He’s somehow eight and thirty and has been alive since the 50s. He is the Champion of Magic. With the wisdom of Solomon and all of his past lives at his disposal. And he really, really should have seen this coming. After all Dani always did say it was only a matter of time before Vlad dropped his problems onto someone else’s lap. It’s just that he always assumed it wouldnt be his.

Freddy had the audacity to laugh at his side. Wiping down the left side of the bar he smiled, happy and whole and forever thirty, “Come on Billy don’t worry. How hard can taking care of some kids be?” His foster brother had the audacity to laugh again, “Freddy do you remember . What were we like as preteens?”

The laughing stopped “Oh shit you're screwed.”