I Know There Is A Fanfic On Ao3 About This I Just Can’t Seem To Find It

Ghost helpline part 4. “Well then,” John huffed out a cloud of smoke “that could have gone worse.”

“Debrief in 10.” Batman stalked towards a nearby meeting room. This hadn’t gone at all as he thought it would. Bruce hated unknown variables and right now his ignorance could have cost them dearly. He needed to know as much about magic society as he could before Konstelacio came back with the cure. Something about all of this just didn’t sit right.

Sure the child had seemed happy and calm. All to willing to help for a low price. But she was defensive even before the perceived insults landed. Like his sons, like Tim, waiting for the rug to be pulled under them. Scared but joking, happy. Until a dark look passed over her face, happiness flying away the moment Dr.Fate was mentioned. That look reminded Bruce of just how dangerous this demon was and just how much he need to prepare for everything. He refused to lose anyone else, not now not ever.

—- —- —-

The demon unfolded her legs from underneath her, legs scraping against each other with a metallic rasp. She held the handkerchief up to the sun, spots of blood disappearing into the air. She exhaled overwhelmed, stomach sinking as she inhaled rage filled.

She didn’t have to answer every summons, doing so would be a waste of time. She had even been told to avoid the Justice League all together. But when she had sensed Batman of all people on the other side she had to. She had to know, her family her sweet precious family would be moving to Gotham soon. Her brothers had reassured her that everything would be fine but this this wasn’t fine at all.

She hated them she hated them with every fiber of her being why ! Why! Why! Did she have to bump into this again! This time will be different tho she promised, this time no one was going to get hurt. She refuses to lose anyone else, not now not ever again!

She crumpled her new handkerchief into her fist. She, she had work to do. Gotham was no longer as safe as she had assumed it to be.

Not when Batman was working with an Al Ghul.

#@busterkeel

Jazz finds the heroes knowing or helping her and her family a complete conflict of interest and essentially bands them from meeting.

Serveral heroes getting anxiety because there is now a list of people they are not allowed to save!!?!???!

Danny seeing a hero and bolting!

Them confused: are you hurt? A villain? Scared?!? Why are you running away from me?!?

Danny: we aren’t supposed to meet ever!!! Get away!

Dp x DC prompt

Jazz takes a job as a therapist for the league.

Seems like you guys like this idea but aren’t commenting suggestions.

So here are some of my ideas! Side characters mostly

Tell me what you guys like!

- Lex or Jimmy (Superman)

- Gordon (Batman)

- Etta Candy (WW)

- Carol (GL)

Ghost helpline

So… I feel like causing some misery…

Who should I infect with Vampire Fog????

Leave me your suggestions !!!

Tag me pls this is great

Part one

Out of all the things Jazz was proficient in, motorcycle riding was not one of them. Decent was how she would describe herself. She knew how to drive them well enough to drive fast and not crash into things, but she was nowhere near a bat's level. No fancy tricks, jumps, or maneuvers for her on this thing. It didn’t help that her recent mode of transportation was a more spooky presence.

Jazz zipped down Gotham's street on her stolen bike, Red Hood gaining behind her on the batbike. Taking a left, she let out a whistle.

Jazz passed a bar maneuvering around a drunk pedestrian that had wandered onto the road.

Red Hood drew up next to her on her right, and she took the next left. He overshot the turn and went down a parallel street.

Taking another left, she went down the ramp onto the gothams main highway. She let out another whistle. Come on, she wanted off this bike.

Spoilers purple bike zipped onto the highway with Red Hood next to her.

Great, now there were two of them.

"I could use some backup." Jazz barked.

"I'm on your sixth," Dani answered, "and I brought a friend."

In a review mirror, Jazz spotted the green frame of Cujo's giant form catching up to Red Hood. She didn't see Dani anywhere, but the young halfa could be flying invisible.

Cujo plucked RedHood off his bike by the scruff of his jacket. The canine skittered to a halt, and Jazz soon lost sight of them over the next bend in the road.

"Cujo pin." Dani commanded the ghost dog.

A yellow bike jumped down from an overpass, and Jazz swerved on to an exit to avoid crashing. Spoiler pulled up beside her as Red Robin joined the party on her other side.

Red Robin turned into her, and she had to take a turn to avoid crashing. She felt like they were herding her. She increased her speed and pulled ahead of the vigilantes.

"T I could use some guidance here."

Sam answered, "Take the next right."

Jazz did, her shoulder protesting at the hair pin turn, "Why are you answering?" Spoiler missed the turn, and Signal took her place, pushing Jazz to make another turn.

"T's busy. The hacker eating through his fire walls like they're potatoe chips. Go left, then ver right."

As Jazz did, Signal's bike slowed down to a stop and turned off.

Dani snickered, "Signal is gonna be out of the race. I took his keys."

Spoiler rejoined and, working intandom with Red Robin, ushered Jazz down a narrow alleyway. The two vigilantes slowed down to flank their quarry. Nightwing sat on the other end, and Jazz realized the trap she was in.

Damn it, they had been herding her.

She let go of the throttle, not willing to make a complete stop but also not willing to barrel in to the guy.

This was the kind of situation she was trying to avoid. Even with the training from Frightnight, Pandora, and Frostbite, not to mention the basic combat training from her mom, Jazz wasn't confident she could take a bat let alone three of them.

She mentality debated if diplomacy could be given a shot. Sure, she just b&r the batcave, but even in the current situation, she didn't believe that any of them were true villains. She needed the information on the thumbdrive before she made that decision.

She tossed the thoughts aside when she saw the dark silhouette with two pairs of glowing white eyes approach behind Nightwing. Jazz twisted the throttle. The bike snarled as it surged under her.

Maybe Nightwing saw something in his peripheral vision or one his comrades called out. He turned just in time to see the spooky horse clamp its sharp fanged mouth over the rear fender. It dragged the bike back. Nightwing had to jump off as the horse reared, thrashing its four front legs and lifting the bike completely off the ground.

Jazz shot through the opening. Tossing its head, the horse let go, sending the bike flying into a wall. As Spoiler and Red Robin passed, it kicked out, smashing a headlight on one and denting the other. It charged after them. It snapped at Red Robin, getting in between the bird and Jazz.

"Little sister, can you take the wheel?" Jazz asked as the horses back leveled up to her.

"Yeah."

"Guy's stick to code names. Tec thinks our coms have been hacked," Sam ordered.

"Seriously?" asked Dani. "What happened to 'they're good but I'm better?'"

"I was wrong." Tucker cried as the bike steadied from Dani posseing it, "I had to shut off everything to stop them."

Throwing a leg over to the other side, Jazz let go of the bike handle bars. She curled into a crouch and visually judged the distance and height difference between the bike and draft sized horse creature.

Was she really going to do this?

She jumped plenty of times on this horse before. But that was from the ground or in the ghost zone, where falling off didn't matter. Not speeding down Gotham at a neckbreak speed.

Taking a steading breath, she coiled her legs and sprung. Her stomach hit the side of the horse, and she hooked her arms over its broad back. She pulled herself up, bracing with one arm, and attempted to swing a leg over. Her shoulder gave out. She yelped, hanging haphazardly with one arm.

For one terrifying moment, Jazz thought she would fall. Then, her belt tightened and lifted with a painful pinching sensation on her lower back. She turned to see her horse biting her belt.

With its help, she managed to scramble onto its back. She panted, letting a shudder run through her as she laid on the horse's back.

She was fine.

Everything was fine.

Sure, she was facing the wrong way, but it was fine. Anything other than falling onto the road or crashing was fine.

Jazz lifted her head, and her gaze met BlackBat's. Briefly wondering when the bat showed up, Jazz straightened up into a sitting position. Looking around, Jazz saw that Spoiler and Red Robin had disappeared.

"Oh shit," Tucker gasped, "oh shit that's Batman. We're dead. We're dead. We're so- ouch."

Sam hissed, "Clam down, he hasn't spotted us."

"Are you guys okay?" Jazz frowned when they didn't answer. She pressed on her com, "Tec? Sponsor?"

"We're fine." Sam answered in a barley audible vioce.

Jazz spun around and caught sight of Wayne Enterprise, "My exit ETA?"

"One minute."

Jazz kicked her heels. The horse picked up speed, pulling farther head. "Come on boy, get us up that building."

Jazz threw her arms around the horse's neck, hugging it tightly as it lept onto Wayne Enterprise, running straight up the side of the building.

Blackbat scuttled to a stop at the building.

A grappling hook deployed. It hooked on piont way above Jazz, and BlackBat's bike began its ascent up the building. Spoiler and Red Robin were still nowhere in sight, but Jazz had a feel they where some where near by.

Windows and dark rooms blurred by as they raced up the building. As Jazz reached the building's spire, a green electricity crackled overhead, tearing a portal to the ghost zone. Jazz's horse didn't hesitate to climb the spire. With one power push from its legs, the horse jumped into the portal.

They landed on a floating asteroid. Jazz scratched her mount's neck. It leaned in to the touch, giving a happy nicker. "Good job," she maneuvered her mount to around and stared into the portal.

Blackbat stared grimly back at her.

"Remix, are you with me?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah," Dani answered. Jazz jerked and hissed as a tiny invisible hand toched her bad shoulder. "Sorry, what happened?"

"Red hood shot me. I'll be fine." Before Jazz could be pressed further about it, she called, "Sponsor, Tec, you guys clear?"

The ghost zone portal closed, and Dani became viable as they waited for a response. Jazz called for them again.

"Where fine," Tucker finally answered, "Robin almost got us when Sa-Sponsor knocked over a vase, but where fine. Met for hot chocolate?"

"Met for hot chocolate," Jazz confirmed. She took out her coms and offered it to her horse, "Here boy."

The horse turned it's head and took them. It munched them like they were fine oats and not ecto gadgets.

"I need to see a dragon about some makeup remover." Jazz said, taking off her wig and shaking out her hair. She couldn't believe that it stayed on through all that. She made a mental note to herself to never doubt Dora's costume or makeup skills again. The glamor on Jazz's face alone saved her more than she could say with Red Hood. "Do you want to come with me or go straight to the far frozen?"

Dani offered her own coms to the horse, "I'll come with. I haven't seen Dora in a while."

Fright Knight trains Damian in sword fighting.

That’s it, that’s the post. Here is another contribution to the Danny phantom/ DC fandom.

Your welcome.

Well if you insist!

Do it do it do it!!!!!!!!!!!

I wanna read it!!!!!!!!!!!

Whatever you write will be consumed with fondness! So hurry up and write it already!!!!!!!

DP x DC Prompt #1

Danny's halfa status gets discovered by his parents and they go full trigger-happy on him. He barely manages to escape, but he is severly wounded still. He's sixteen.

Dani (or Elle or however you wanna call her) finds him by chance (oh nononono Clockwork had nothing to do with this, wink wink) and yoinks him up to bring him somewhere safe. She's a little distracted, so she doesn't notice when she runs -or, well, flies- into a house. Literally. (nop definitely not Clocky's fault)

John Constantine nearly has a heart attack when two fucking ectoplasmic ghosts, the most solid, most radioactive, strongest, most destructive fucking ghosts crash through his window and land right in front of him. For some reason, the House of Mistery hasn't even cursed them despite being uninvited. He's like "welp, guess I'll die, but I ain't going down without a fight" until Dani starts crying and begging for him to help her brother. Then he's panicking because holy fuck these are kids, there's a bleeding dead child in his house.

Then Dani de-transforms and Danny's trandformation breaks as he falls unconcious and holy fuck now there's two very alive kids who used to be dead like, a minute ago and fucking shit that's a lot of blood.

So Constantine patches Danny up and Dani tells them they've got nowhere to go. She's a clone with noo family except for Danny and, well, his parents are the ones that almost make him go from half-dead to fully dead. On a whim, John decides fuck it and lets them stay at his house however long they need to. The House of Mistery is really fucking big after all nd it's already full of monsters and shit, what's two more ghosts to haunt it?

So they spend time together. Shennanigans ensue and a pranking war or two happen at some point. Those fuckers cause him so much trouble he's sure if he hadn't tricked his way into inmortaality he would be getting gray hairs.

Then, at some point, the ghost siblings do something that's incredibly fucking stupid like open up a book of spells constantine hadn't taught them yet and going ballistic through the house, chasing monsters and playing with literal fire. He fixes whatever nonsense situation they'd gotten themselves in (since when was he the one to fix other people's problems?) and scolds them for being dumb and irresponsible when he hits that oh in italics moment and realizes oh shit, I'm a father now.

He scoops them both up in an embrace and tells them thay could have gotten hurt and they both go oh shit, we have a father now.

Basically their dinamic doesn't change, except Dani and Danny call him dad sometimes. They talk about life and death and dying when he finds out they don't have a grave, not even a cenotaph!

The Phantom duo hadn't really thought it was that important. Sure, they were half-dead, but not all the way, why would they need a grave? They didn't even have a body to bury!

But their dad, with his magic, makes them each a gravestone anyway. He puts their names in it, on Danny's he puts his date of birth and death when he was 14, and on Dani's he puts the day she was created and the day she fell through his window.

"Why that day?" she asks. "I was already dead then."

"You were born dead. The dates on a grave are to mark a person's journey and tell their tale. I put the day yoour journey started, and the day it enden, when you came here to rest."

And that was that. He put their graves on the house's prettiest spot on the garden. He placed flowers and lit up candles on them. He put protections on them so nothing would be able to harm them.

Danny and Dani felt lighter, as if a weight they didn't know they carried suddently lifted. Their bodies filled with warmth and love everytime their dad left flowers on their cenotaphs or they left them for each other. They were thankfull for them now.

Meanwhile, the JL and the JL Dark were both getting worried. Sure, Constantine was always sectretive and distant, but this was already excessive. He barely picked any calls, and when he did he barely talked and sounded incredibly tired (Dani and Danny's fault). When they had a meeting, he looked like death warmed over. Tired, disheveled and depressed (damn he missed the little shits, he couldn't wait until the meeting was over to get back home) and he always got a longing look every time he saw one of them with their protegés (he really misses his kids, damn he's got it bad for them). This has been going on for a few months and he's only getting worse.

So they ask to go visit him. Y'know, to go check on him. Just to see if he was okay. Constantine's annoyed but his kids convince him to let his friends visit him. They don't want to be seen by them (they're kinda scared of strangers) but they think their dad should hang out with his co-workers. It's not healthy to be cooped up in the house, even they get visits from Sam and Tucker!

So the JLD came to the House of Mistery. They were just catching up a bit when some magic fuckery happens and somehow they end up on the gardens outside the house (which is really just some grass and wildflowers John calls a garden). Constantine tells them to stay there untill he comes back from fixing whatever the fuck that was.

Of course, they don't stand still. They go fuck arround the "garden" while they wait for him to get back, and they come across two tombstones. Their blood runs cold when they read the names.

Daniel and Danielle Constantine.

Daniel had been dead for two years, but he was only fourteen. Danielle had been born a month or two after Daniel had, so whoever their mother was had been already pregnant when Daniel died. The girl, just two years old, had died very recently. She died just when Constantine had started to act strange.

Their friend was grieving his kids. Fuck, they didn't even know John was a father! Where was the mother? Was he married? Why didn't he tell them? Was the mother dead? Why wasn't she burried there, then? Had she left? Was their friend grieving alone?

They got back to where their companion told them to wait in. Now they understood why he didn't want them snooping arround. They decided to help their friend however they could.

Misunderstandings happen.

Danny just sings all the corpse bride songs that do not exist in dc and freak his soulmate out lol

Prompt

Soulmate au where, in the dp universe, you hear your soulmate sing, while in the dc verse, soulmates have matching tattoos that glow when the other person is dying/hurt, and keeps glowing after they die. Danny doesn’t ever hear any singing, so he figured he just didn’t have one, and doesn’t notice the mark on his thigh . Unbeknownst to him, his soulmate (insert dc character) is getting more and more nervous about their soulmate, who they could hear singing for some reason, who keeps on dying!!!!!

Ghost Helpline part 11

Dick drove home in good weather(for Gotham). He had his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke with Clark, damn was B over thinking things again. “No Raven doesn’t work with the Titans anymore. After defeating Trigon we all agreed she deserved time to figure herself out I could call her but…”

He slowed the car when he came upon Drake manor a lump forming in his throat. He was sad to admit that he and Tim weren’t as close as before but surely he would have known if Tim was moving back into his old home? But there he was with Jason and Bart carrying boxes inside. He was an awful brother wasn’t he? How could he not know? Tim hated that place! He would never move back in unless-

He slammed the brakes as he got closer to the gate because that wasn’t Tim or Jason and that definitely wasn’t Bart.

“Clark I’ll have to call you back.”

— —- —-

Dick ran up the steps of the manor to the living room and was greeted with the sight of Jason pressing binoculars to the window. As Jon and Damian chatted animatedly about the new neighbors.

“Don’t be an imbecile Jon! The rich and elite do not move to Gotham unless they have something to hide!”

“All rich people have something to hide! You have something to hide! They sound like nice people!”

“Ha! So you are spying on them! What are they saying?”

Dick texted Wally as he spoke, “Everyone hold on a minute where is Tim?”

“Tt- who cares. That idiot has given away our location and put all of our identities at risk.”

“Or perhaps Master Tim have given us a grand opportunity to as you would say ‘pull a fast one’ on the media. After all excusing yourself to play with a wealthy neighbor is a good excuse to leave a boring gala. And a second pair of eyes to support your ‘accidents’ would be beneficial.”

“Tt- perhaps Pennyworth but see that I have no desire to befriend these intruders at all.”

“Mmm perhaps but either way the only way any of you will be getting information today will be to good neighbors and introduce yourselves. Thankfully for all of you I have prepared cookies as an opener.”

“Did somebody say cookies?”

Dick smiled, “Wally just in time !”

—- —- —-

Constantine was looking over the list of names Superman had handed him when the circle left on the floor began to glow. He took a long drag of his cig and felt like making a run for it.

It looks like their little helper had finished their end of the deal and found an antidote after all. John sighed he contemplated doing this exchange on his own but knew he’d be in for a lecture if he did so. From Zatanna and bats ugh.

Welp time to call the cavalry.

—- —- —-

Dick held the platter of cookies and took the lead, Jason deciding to stay home and watch in case they needed an extraction. Or more than likely to call Roy. Dick knew Jason had been dying to meet up with Roy since the dragon incident but hadn’t been able to yet. None of them had been able to relax now that Dick thought about it. Well it was fine, Dick smiled down at Wally, all this craziness would blow over soon.

The group of boys started their walk over to ex-Drake Manor. “Hhhuummhum ha ha,” Jon smiled.

“What?”

“Oh nothing Damian your new neighbors just seem really nice.”

Dick smiled, “Hey no spying alright we are just going to be two normal families making friends okay,” Dick gave a short pause, “So what they say?”

“Dick!”

“What now I want to know !”

Jon laughed, “They’re fighting over their sister.”

“Fighting?”

“Yeah apparently they all forgot to set stuff up for her and are running around blaming each other.”

Dick nodded, sibling were like that sometimes. Tho usually everyone at his house just ended up blaming Bruce.

They kept walking when they came upon the short fence dividing the land of the two well off houses. Two teens sat on the dead grass, surrounded by pieces of wood and metal. Dicks eyes surveyed the area, it didn’t look dangerous.

“God damn it Alcor! That’s not how you put a swing set together!”

“Well how would you know? And it’s not a swing set! It’s a whole cozy area for her you absolute shit head!”

Dick smiled right a swing set made way more sense. Well these boys seemed rather normal older than Damian by a few years but hey his little bro was very mature so-

“I’m going to turn you into fucking soup!”

Dick froze, okay so maybe not that normal.

“Fuck off I am trying to work!”

“Well I want to help why are you the only one that gets to build Princess something?”

“Maybe because I’m the only one that knows how to build stuff! Now get lost!”

Damian tsked under his breath, “Idiots.”

“Damian that isn’t nice, know let’s head over and introduce ourselves right okay.” Dick continued walking, he found it a bit concerning. Both of the teens had black hair and blue eyes. Hopefully his family wouldn’t scare them off.

The group approached the gate.

“Hello there, we’re Dick and Damian Wayne and these are our friends. It’s nice to meet you!”

The one dubbed as Alcor in Dicks head stood up and waved at them, “Oh hello, I’m Alcor and this is my brother Brett. We weren’t expecting company sorry for the mess.”

Damian held back a sneer, “Why ? Not expecting the party going Wayne family to be polite?” God did Damian hate fathers civilian mask.

Alcor frowned looking between all of them, “Ugh more like the fact that you guys live like five miles away from us? Did did you guys walk here?”

Dick smiled, “Oh you know daily exercise is good for you. We ugh brought cookies!”

Brett reached over the gate to grab them, “Nioce.”

“We hope you like them! They’re our favorite our butler Alfred makes them.”

The teens nodded together, alright then the type of rich where having a butler was normal then. Dick cataloged the info for later.

“Thanks,” Algor smiled, “I’ll go put these inside. Id invite you all inside but our dad’s asleep and our other brothers snuck out.”

“To Gotham?”

Alcor shrugged, “I’m sure they’ll be fine they wanted to grab food and stuff before the babies of the family get here.”

“Oh are they coming with your mom?”

“We don’t have a mom.”

“Oh Jezz I’m sorry.”

“No worries man.” Alcor turned and walked inside.

Dick coughed, “So I don’t suppose you need any help putting that swing together would you?”

“It’s not a swing,” Brett flushed, “I suppose if you’re volunteering.”

Dick hopped the fence with a grin, “Come on Wally let help the kid out.”

—- —- —-

The kid was right it wasn’t swing as much as it was a floating seat, a little nook facing the sun.

During the building Alcor came back out and pouted. On the upside he was the only brother willing to keep the small talk going.

“So does your butler make all of your guys food? The cookies are great by the way.”

“Yeah Alfred does a lot of stuff for us, why?”

Alcor shrugged, “I dunno just wondering like isn’t there supposed to be a lot of Wayne kids running around. There’s a lot of us and Dad practically makes all our food.”

Dick chuckled, “Yeah there’s a lot of us but we aren’t always home. It’s even rarer for us to all be home at the same time.” He felt himself shake off a bitter feeling, “Its nice that your dad makes time for you like that ours can’t even boil water haha.”

Alcors smile looked sad, “Yeah he’s great, we all love him a lot.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth!”

“Shut up Brett!”

Wally laughed, god Dick loved that laugh, “How many of you guys is there anyway? Cuz I gotta say my boyfriend sure does have a lot of siblings.” Wally elbowed Dick good naturedly.

“Oh I have nine siblings!”

—- —- —-

Konstelacio felt wobbly, eyes forced open. Her talk with Pandora and Ghost Writer had taken hours! Days? Time in the zone was weird. She was tired but trudged forward she needed to get this shit over with.

Konstelacio frowned to herself as she knocked on the Justice’s Leagues proverbial door, the circle. Pandora and Ghost Writer were always kind to her, they were phenomenal teachers but the constant pushing to make ally’s within her own species was beginning to annoy her. Living up to her position in ghost high society was already hard enough. Demons of her stature didn’t care about low born demons… well one did. One did but they didn’t talk much anymore, Konstelacio but at her lip. May be she should get back in touch with him?

The demon-lings head throbbed, the scar on her face felt numb. What is taking these heroes so long!!! Frustration made her head fell worse. She wanted to get this test over with. Because that what this had to be right both Pandora and Ghost Writer had left payment for the antidote up to her.

She was so screwed. Ask for something to small and look like a fool. Ask for something too big and risk the King taking interest, maybe even losing the Kings trust. She couldn’t think of anything to trade for, she needed something perfect. Something that wouldn’t seem like a disrespect to ALL parties involved.

Throb. Throb. Throb. Ugh! How many times did she use teleport? The circle began to open, she’d figure it out. She’d pass this test! She wouldn’t disappoint these people who gave her so much.

- Flash ran to grab as many prominent leaguers as he could as soon as he saw Constantine run out the door. He was not giving that British asshat a chance to do things alone with Zatanna and Batman. He trusted the trio…duo, he did! But he worried, half of the team was divided on whether the girl could be trusted or not. It made Barry feel awful, all he wanted to do was tell that girl to go home. To run away from this hero villain game for as long as she could. Honestly fuck child heroes.

Flash managed to be the last one in the room as the magician start at the circle up. This time there was little to no fanfare; no smoke, the fire around the floor comparable to a candle, and no ominous sounds. Konstelacio showed up with a ‘pop’ and nothing else. It was kinda disappointing.

Oh, oh. She does not look okay. Konstelacio leaned on her right side, covered in sweat, breathing through puffs, vibrating slowly. Except people who aren’t speedsters don’t vibrate… oh she’s shaking. Barry disappeared to grab a trash can. Please don’t be sick, please don’t be sick Barry repeated to himself.

“I got the antidote.”

“What no small talk this time Sheila ?”

“I told you not to call me that!” The demon snapped, her teeth became longer sharper. Digging in to her own lip, hands fisting at the hem of her dress. Names must be a sore subject with her Connor thought. It was understandable Connor had to work so hard to find his sense of self even without people screwing up his name, he got it he did but, “Please excuse Constantine he speaks to everyone that way … he’s British. It’s just slang. He isn’t using Sheila as a placeholder for your name.”

“Whatever,” it didn’t take a detective to see that the girl was on edge. She was on a short wick, Konstelacio was not as happy as she was the last time they had summoned her. They could only conclude that she wouldn’t be willing to be as kind as last time ether. Clark internally wondered if Captain Marvel had told her to be wary of them, if the captain no longer trusted the league as much as he always had. The notion made the invincible man sorrowful, and annoyed. Bruce needed to learn when to let things go.

Because Clark knew Bruce, knew that this was all stemming from his compulsive need to keep them safe. All of them safe including Marvel. No matter what the Bat said he knew the man cares about each and every one of them, even Hal. It was in the little things he did; Flash appreciation day, pulling extra monitor duty, asking Hal about space, answering Manhunters questions about earth sincerely. It was everything. At the end of the day Bruce was a man who cared but looking at the kid again really made it click. Bruce was probably worried about her too in his own messed up way. But if Batman didn’t let it go, if he didn’t stop- Captain Marvel would never forgive him for it.

“I found out what your mystery sickness is, congratulations you have a case of Vampire Fog.”

The league could see Zatanna and Constantine give each other a look. “And what exactly is Vampire Fog.”

“Uh uh uh no more freebies. Payment for both the information and the cure. Upfront.”

Oliver didn’t like this, but hey at least the kid had balls.

—- —- —-

Jon’s jaw dropped as he sputtered, “Ten! Ten kids!!” There were stars in his eyes, Damian’s hand keeping him from floating away. “Ten kids!”

“Yes that’s what he said Jon.”

“That’s so many! What are they like? Why did you all move to Gotham?”

Alcor laughed, “We all have our own thing I guess, they’re a pain but I love them. Two of our brothers are taking classes at the college in town and dad couldn’t bear to split us up for the whole summer.”

Dick frowned as he filed that info away, “Wait so are you guys only staying for the summer?”

“Yes.”

“Shut up Brett! It hasn’t been decided, but more than likely we’ll just be staying off and on for their classes or something,” Alcor shrugged.

Dick felt his communicator ping and if Wally’s body language was anything to go by so did his, “Well we should be getting out of your way. I can’t wait to meet the rest of you family sometime.”

“Likewise,” Alcor waved goodbye, “Good luck, hopefully we stick around long enough to see the wedding.”

Wally bursted out laughing at Dicks embarrassment, “I’ll be sure to invite you Alcor!”

“Brett to please- ouch what? You love weddings.”

The boys left as the brothers yelled at each other.

—- —- —-

Constantine sighed as he put his hand up to his head, the meeting about the little Sheila was going to be absolute Hell.

“Yo! John!”

His cigarette fell to the linoleum floor, “God damn it Boston!”

Galadriel: I passed the test and shall go to the west

Me: that means their going to Valinor - like heaven

DM: so like thier version of “we sent it to a farm”

Okay but what about everyone going along the m-preg thing because honestly from Ravens perspective?

This is exactly what her mother did!!! How could Tim do this? Is this baby going to turn up just like her? Not on their watch!!!!

Just a little idea

What if when Tim went off to look for Batman when he was lost in time he bumped into Phantom.

They made a Deal

Phantom knowing CW helped him find Bruce and how to get him back safely, Phantom in return for reasons (hurt badly & recovering, or evolving in power) needed someone very ecto-contaminated (Ra's fault) like Tim, to be contained in.

From a magic user point of view, knowing very little of the GZ and how they work, Tim made a very powerful Deal with a powerful death being (High Ghost King Phantom: Hello!) and is now somehow pregnant (not really but they don't know that)

Danny while inside Tim inside his core can still hear the world outside normally and can share his emotions with Tim to communicate. Which looks a lot like Tim is speaking to his belly just like expecting parents do.

This could be angst or crack

or

my personal favourite, different genres for different pov's

Tim's would be happy, just regular getting his life back together being a total BAMF, coming of age type of vibe

The rest of the Batfam and other heroes pov would be angst, paranormal, psychological horror.

Misunderstandings galore

Dick regretting heavily his decisions which caused Tim to run away because he did not believe him and he has many Regrets.

Bruce feeling guilty that Tim felt the need to make such a decision as to make a Deal and end up pregnant just to bring him back.

Meanwhile the magic users have told the other heroes about Tim's situation and now think that he's going to give birth to the child of a very powerful death being and if something happens to Tim to risk the baby it would cause all of their worlds destruction.

so pretty much-

Tim-Girl Boss, Gatekeep, Gaslight

Batfam- Much Angst

Others- *panicked chicken noises*

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Just an Idea