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!”
Okay but this also means they can’t tell the xmen about what happened ether????
Like just yeah Logan came back to life a lot older and sadder and decided to “play” house with a mercenary! Oh no guys something must be wrong!
Meanwhile Logan happy and loving his life with Wade, why do I have this horrible feeling something bad is going to happen again?
Really stupid idea but can you imagine if the TVA swore Wade and Logan to secrecy and then they come back and everyone is so incredibly confused. Like? Wade, what the fuck? Who is Logan and why is he living with you and why does he look like a dead superhero?
Especially with the insinuation that the entire movie timeline spanned over a few days. So Wade goes from hopelessly pining after his ex to bringing home this buff, hairy, muscular guy to live with him without warning after disappearing from his birthday party.
Like he just randomly walked out the door after blowing out the candles, then he mysteriously reemerged with this feral look-don't-touch beast of a man. And he's calling him stupid pet names like "peanut" and "babygirl" and the guy isn't biting his head off?
When asked, Wade just responds that Logan was his best birthday gift ever. Logan's ears turn pink and he covers his mouth to hide the small smile on his face. Wade wraps an arm around his shoulder and grins. Meanwhile, everyone thinks Wade left his own party because of a hook-up call that somehow ended with him landing himself a boyfriend.
I’ve been summoned!!!
Lol I don’t even remember what I was looking for but I love this!!! Thanks for the @ !!!! Time for me to look at all my old posts lol
The JLD + Batfam are trying to summon the new King of the Dead for whatever reason, but are having a bit of trouble figuring out one of the key components which is loosely translated as ‘blood of a half-dead’.
Jason decides to throw in his own blood as a joke, only for it to actually work, and the aforementioned King appears from the ensuing column of Lazarus-green fire in all his Dracula-esque glory.
When the JLD ask him for whatever they summoned him for, he asks for Jason in return, naturally they’re all like “Hell naw!” except for Damian, who’s more like “Sounds like a fair trade to me.” to which the King’s like “SOLD! To the young boy with too much hair gel! No refunds!” and portals Jason to the Realm of the Dead, where he is greeted by a very exasperated teenager who sardonically welcomes him to the ‘Forcefully Adopted by the Most Powerful Fruitloop in the Infinite Realms’ Club.
Captain marvels strange little family
Chapter 3
Deep deep deeeeeeep breath. In and out. “Okay,” Billy finally managed to sigh out, “Let me get this straight.” In and out. In and out. “You’re an ex-villain who cloned a /teenage/ hero who is now king of another dimension.” Breath. “For whatever reason this clone YOURE goddaughter is destabilizing!
A-g-a-i-n And your first idea was to build an underground lair in our house to find a cure?” In and out. “I got that so far. Nod if i got that so far.” Breath. “And and and all three of you are /half/ dead. Making you a half ghost called a halfa is that all?”
Vlad stopped his nodding to glance off to the side, “Thats the majority of it yes but well…”
In and out Billy reminded himself to breathe, it cant possibly be that bad.
“Well technically theres four of us.”
Okay that not that bad-
“He’s my… son …from the future…..”
A series of banging sounds could be heard from upstairs as well as shattering glass from assumably their nice plates and the voice of a man spouting expletives. Breath in.
“And he’s coming to stay with us….” Vlad chuckled humorously, “Surprise???”
The breathing exercises are suddenly not enough.
- - -
Dan looks like them. This… stranger looks like them. Except Dans not the stranger here Billy is. And it would be enough to make Billy uneasy, to make him run off instead of being a burden. But despite Vlads loving placating demeanor, Dan sits on the couch body turned towards the window in distaste. A clear dismissive sign if he’s ever seen one in his years in foster homes, and how many years has it been? Three ? Twelve? Twenty? Wait. What?
Right, Dan clearly didn’t want to be here. Vlad by comparison looked as if they had gone back to the beginning of their arrangement. The beginning of their fights and beginning of their little awkward family. Of introducing him to Freddy and Darla. Of it just being the two of them. The inside of Billy’s mouth twisted, this was Vlad’s actual son and something told him those days were coming to a close. But if the way Dad turned to look for his approval as he set down a tray of pastries like he did every Saturday was any indication… then maybe Billy’s optimism wouldn’t be misplaced this time around.
Billy sipped his tea glancing at the halfas way as Dan outright growled at the plate of bread in front of him. Mocking Vlad’s baking skills, hurling taunts at the older mans head. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t take the bait.
Hook
Line
Sinker
Because of course Vlad had to say something back. Huhhhh in and out. Yeah Billy was probably not misplacing his trust this time around and eventually they might seven make a pretty good family. But…
Crash!
“That was a vintage piece!”
“Yeah and so are you old man!!”
A tart flew across the kids vision as the ghosties in the room began to float mid argument.
….But for now they still had a long way to go.
Family discussions
Sister : huh (her dog) didn’t even bark at (brothers best friend) Tyler
Me: that’s because Tyler isn’t a threat
Tyler: hey
Brother: true
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.
Then they figure out it was one huge misunderstanding and kiss 😈
There is one person that Vlad hates more than Jack, and that is Lex Luthor! They once worked together, but Lex betrayed Vlad and stole the blue print for his own suit and the way he got print for the Energy Reactor. To mind-control him doesn't work, as Lex found a way around it. So he won't get the suit or weapons back. He would still send Ghost a few times to destroy his things, but that was it. This Gala was in Arrow City, but it gave him ideas.
+ For Lex, someone he hates more than even the Alien Superman is Vlad Masters! It took Lex a bit to find out he was controlled, and then a short time to find a way around it. At least it helped as Brainiac tried to mind control him, he looked at the invitation of Oliver Queen Gala.
It was time to meet him again after 10 years.
Okay but this could spiral so fucking fast like just Jason thinking he lost his memories of his boyfriend? Husband? What are we?!?!
Danny is the type of guy gal ghost to Commit To a Bit. This is very common knowledge
But he may have overdone it this time.
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Dan and Ellie had met the Red Hood, who seemed yucky. Ellie said this herself. Jason was not amused, and did not appreciate them following him around for the rest of the week.
After a bout of panic, Danny had finally tracked the tykes down. After seeing who they were with, he sighed. Of course those two would. Well he could play at that game.
Danny had popped in and pecked him on both sides of the helmet, leaving a casual lie before legging it.
"Hey hun, thanks for watching the kids. I'll take it from here."
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It's been a month now, and somehow he has two kids with a notorious crime boss and goes on nightly dates with him.
Ghost helpline part 16- Everyone goes home
Billy walked out of the, surprisingly opened at 3 am, art store with bags of painting supply. Ducking into an alley, he transformed. He felt a lot better.
Alright he was ready to head for Gotham, after all his family was waiting for him there.
Now how to get around the Bats, he could probably avoid them if he walked in Bludhaven right?
- “Ow! What the hell! Billy???” The kid had decided to detransform mid air and ended up on top of the small vampire.
“Jack?”
The two looked at each other, “Holly shit are you bleeding! Did I do that?”
“What no of course not! I just got caught up with some bigoted werewolf.” Reds blood was already dry, skin scared as if the encounter had taken place days ago. “Billy what are you even doing here?!”
“Finished that pie at the diner and took a walk around the place. Was just starting to head home”
Translation: I’m done with my mission and patrol of Fawcett and am trying to go home.
“And you didn’t take the short cut home because?”
Billy quizzically raised an eyebrow, seriously what does my sister see in this guy? “ Taking the long way seemed like a safer bet, especially in a town like this.”
Translation: Do you want me to get caught by the Batman ?? Huh? Do you?
“Right, we should get going there’s no telling if that wolf will come back. Need a lift?”
“Can’t we just call Dandy to pick us up?”
Red shook his head, “No can do, he left to go pick up Violet chances are he’s barely coming back into town.”
“What do you mean pick Violet up? Where is she?!?”
“It’s a whole thing, just look I am not comfortable being here right now. Don’t you know wolves travel in packs? Do you want a lift or not!?!?”
“Fine.” Jack hoisted Billy over his shoulder, “This is humiliating.”
“Hardy har har, I may be a weak vampire but even I can care you in this form. Now hold tight.”
They disappeared in a blur of pink.
And Nightwing set down the binoculars, this was going to be a long report.
—-
Dandy was ready to strangle them.
“Hold on hold on we can just check the mirror again!”
“Flipping flapjacks, where the heck is Small-ville?”
Klarion could feel Dandy’s eyes burning into him. Whoops, “Well I at least need to know what state we’re in for me to teleport more accurately… so.”
Danka smiled, “So we ask for directions! We are literally on top of a farm right now - someone has got to be here!”
“Well not like we got any other plans here.”
A short walk, a pie and a conversation later Klarion managed to teleport them to the mansion.
Dandy couldn’t enjoy it for a minute. He stopped dead in his tracks, “Klarion, we forgot the car.”
—- —- —-
Bruce’s neck hurt, did he sleep on the
bat-puter again? No it was too soft. He shifted and opened his eyes… he was on a couch? Oh, OH. That wasn’t suppose to happen, he couldn’t have been that tired. The tv was off, and there was a blanket on top of him.
Vlad was gone and the lights were dimmed.
Great he had made a fool out of himself.
Right, it was time to leave. Right now. He could apologize later but he had to leave.
CRASH!
Bruce jolted into action. The sound came from upstairs.
// He’s so going to get robbed.//
Dick was right, for god sakes the house didn’t even have cameras!
Bruce ran up the stairs.
CRash! ThUd! “Ow damn nmit”
Oh that didn’t sound like a criminal… that sounded like a kid.
Two doors opened, Vlad and a little boy came out of them.
The kid had black hair and blue eyes, “Who the fuck are you?”
“Billy!”
“Whatever old man, next time just let us know before you bring some side piece over.”
Oh good god he was another Jason.
——
Bruce got into his car and went home.
He left felling giddy and guilty, holding Vlad’s number.
Dick knew better to keep secrets from The Batman, so he wasn’t going to lie. He just also wasn’t going to tell him what happened to his face. If Bruce really needed to know what happened tonight he could read the report on it.
—- —- —-
Violet stares at the phone longer than necessary, she’s got one shot at this. Don’t fuck up.
She plucks a number out of her inventory and dials.
Violet has never been close to Bradley, he was quiet and reserved. He insisted that she couldn’t do anything without help, well on the upside if someone thinks you’re useless it’s not like you can disappoint them more than you already do.
“Hey Brad, can you come pick me up… I’m at a pub… yeah again…”
- Brad hung up the phone and abandoned his brothers at the movie theater. His sister had called him, him! Not Dandy or Danka or Klarion! She had called him! And now he he had a little sister to save!
He checked the time on his Lock Screen, a picture of Violet having a stuffed animal tea party, it was his prized possession. His little baby sister was just so adorable and kind. And if anyone in Gotham hurt her there was going to be hell to pay! - literally!
—- —- —-
Wes bursts into tears and the students go for blood.
Ok so we know the danny age down fics and the danny looks like Bruce or Tom Wayne ficts. Well I raise you Bruce gets aged down and mistakes Danny as Tom wayne.
Kon would so try to anyway!
My date mate is literally allergic to cinnamon and always attempts to kiss me me anyway XD
It starts with the usual 'Justice League has to summon the Ghost King to battle a world-ending threat.' Stick. They decided to do it in the Fortress of Solitude, which took some time to convince Clark to do, but it was the only place that had the possibility to hold the Ghost King if he went off the rocks, especially with all the added protection John did.
So, most of the Justice Leaguers and their sidekicks stood on the outskirts of the giant summoning circle and watched as it glowed a bright luminescent green, and the middle of the circle disappeared, replaced by a hole that, from Superman's place as he hovered a few feet above the ground, looked like a never-ending waterfall of green liquid.
A few minutes passed as everyone held their breath before the waterfall started moving up. Like a volcano, the luminescent liquid shot up and hit the ceiling, falling into drops around everyone. From the water, a shadowy figure appeared, giant and making the water glow brighter with their presence.
For a few seconds after the glowing fountain continued erupting until stopping suddenly and falling back into the hole, a giant eldritch figure revealed as the hole closed up under it.
It looked sort of humanoid, but the most eye-catching thing was its skin. It looked like the galaxy—stars and constellations, planets, and meteors—the being looked like it was made from the galaxy. The stars and planets spun across its skin? And atop his head were wispy white locks, not held down by gravity and flowing with the air in the confined space. On his back was a long cape that reached the floor, and he (it? She? Did gods have a gender, because this being looked more like a god than Zeus did) bent his legs at an angle to not bump his head against the ice roof.
Everyone watched with bated breath as the king, the being, the god reached inside his cape and seemingly grabbed something, coming out with a clenched fist and slowly moving it towards the youngest Robin, the child. Batman barely had any time to swoop in front of his son when the eldritch being opened his hand, and right there, in his palm.
A lollipop.
A green crystal lollipop that made superman fall from his place in the sky and Jon back away from his friend with a pained expression.
The ghost king just gave robin a freaking kryptonite lollipop.
Meanwhile, danny is just wondering why the child touched by death won't take the treat.
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