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Captain Marvel in Amity.

When a town popped up in the Midwest, it wasn't completely unheard of. Some weird towns move in and out of the world once in a while. Some fey cities pop over for a visit.

The waves it sent across the magic community, however, were next level. Fey cities were sought after and dreaded in equal measure. Amity, as this cities' inhabitants called her, was drenched in Realms magic. Almost drowning in a magic that killed those who sought to control it more often than not.

"Now, you all know how to behave when away from home. We're only staying a few weeks, so be back before we leave! Don't make me come find you!"

Captain Marvel turned his head to see a group of what looked like stereotypical 90's highschoolers wave at a white haired figure as they left the city's borders. They were out of place in the current day and age, but not so much that they'd immediately get pegged for magical, not like the fey would.

Glowing green eyes settled on Marvel before he could decide how he wanted to approach, and he felt like a very small fish that caught the eye of a very large shark.

"Hey there! Welcome to Amity Park! How familiar is your dimension with Realms Etiquette?"

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*after Tim dyed his hair for something*

Bruce: You look like the girl from monsters Inc.

Tim: Boo

Bruce:

Tim:

Bruce:

Tim: That's her name.

Bruce: Oh. I thought you were trying to scare me

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*batkids going out in gotham for the night*

Bruce: And what do you do if you get stopped by the cops?

All of the kids: let Tim or Jason deal with it as the two white passing ones.

Bruce: Good, now go have fun.

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Tim Drake: Vigilante by Night, Nail Artist by… Also Night?

You wouldn’t think it at first glance, but Tim Drake has the best nails in the Batfamily. Not just “good for a guy who punches people at night”—no, immaculate. We’re talking glossy top coats, intricate designs, and cuticles so well-maintained they could make a spa technician weep.

No one really knows when it started. Maybe it was stress relief, maybe it was an exercise in precision, or maybe Tim just realized his hands looked too rough after long nights on patrol and decided, why not?

—

Picture this:

Jason: staring at Tim’s nails “Is that… a mini Gotham skyline?”

Tim, blowing on his fresh polish: “Yeah. Took me two hours.”

Jason: “…I can’t tell if that’s badass or terrifying.”

—

Or this:

Damian watches Tim paint his nails, eyes narrowing. “How do you keep them so precise?”

Tim grins. “Steady hand. Want to try?”

Damian hesitates, then nods. “I suppose… for training purposes.”

An hour later, Damian’s sporting deep green nails with tiny golden swords. He’s hooked.

—

The Batcave Chronicles:

Bruce walks in, about to give a mission briefing. Stops. Blinks.

Tim is carefully applying tiny bat symbols on a matte black base.

Bruce: “…Is this really necessary?”

Tim: “Mental health care, Bruce. Ever heard of it?”

Bruce decides he has not, in fact, heard of it. Leaves.

—

Justice League Meetings:

Wonder Woman notices during a debrief. “Timothy, your nails are beautiful.”

Tim, beaming: “Thanks. This week’s theme is constellations.”

Hal Jordan, muttering: “How does he fight crime with those?”

Tim, deadpan: “Better than you without them.”

—

And don’t even get the batfam started on the glow-in-the-dark polish he wears on patrol. Steph still brings up the time Tim knocked out a thug, and the guy’s last words before unconsciousness were: “Are those… holographic?”

Tim Drake: world’s most sleep-deprived detective, but you’ll never catch him with chipped nails or uncut cuticles.

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I want to see a fic where Tim and some other Batfamily member do the whole "I don't feel so good" "Maybe you're pregnant" meme, but the Batfamily doesn't know he's trans. So what happens is, he's actually panicking, thinking he may have forgotten to take his pills before sex and noting how he didn't get his period in a while (as a girl, I can confidently say that my period always feels like it's coming late or not coming at all, IDK you just forget when you're supposed to get it if you're not too attentive to it).

Que the Batkid that told him that (let's say it was Jason) laughing his ass off because Tim is actually worried about this, he's a man, he can't get pregnant yet for some reason he's getting worried.

Fast forward a week later, on the next family dinner, when Tim announces his pregnancy (the results came back positive) and lets the family know he was AFAB both at the same time. They're all speechless, not knowing if they should be worried, excited or just accepting & happy for him (which they were going to be anyway).

Bonus: In the background, Jason is blue screening because, he was right?!? And does that mean Tim would've kept on going on patrol and live life as normal if he hadn't said anything?! God, this kid, he's going to be the death of them all.

[I might actually write it, honestly, I just need to find the time, but I also want to read this from someone else's perspective on the story, so feel free to use this and please 🙏 do recommend some fic recs if you know/have any]

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Tim: I think I'm bi.

Stephanie: Which one?

Tim: What do you mean?

Bat!reader: Bisexual, bilingual, bipolar?

Damian: I know.

Damian: A bitch.

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Bruce has come back from the time stream, and he has never been more disappointed in Tim than right now.

He was brought back by the Justice League, and when he finally got back to Gotham, Tim was nowhere to be found.

Tim hadn't even tried to bring him back.

In fact, Tim had abandoned the hero scene altogether.

Tim. The boy who had sworn that the only way he'd leave the caped life was if he was dead.

Dick is being tight lipped and refusing to say anything on the matter.

Damian clearly knows what's going on but, oddly, refuses to say anything either.

Oracle completely ignores Bruce when he asks, at one point just pretending like he wasn't talking at all.

Cass, however, isn't putting any effort into pretending he isn't asking and is instead completely avoiding him.

Alfred seems to be in the same boat as him, deliberately kept in the dark.

There has to be some sort of reason for it, and Bruce is certain that it's the same reason for all of the avoidance, lies, and Tim's disappearance.

So, against everyone's wishes, he investigates.

Tim isn't in the Manor. Tim isn't in any of his safehouses.

Tim is, in fact, in one of...Jason's safehouses?

After covertly watching from a distance, Bruce discovers three things.

First; while Jason does not appear to be on good terms with Tim, he does view Tim as someone under his protection.

Second; Jason must be getting feedback from Oracle, because Red Hood always finds Batman in five minutes or less when he starts a stake out on Tim.

Third; There are babies in that safehouse. Not toddlers; babies.

He saw one of them through the reinforced window, floating a good two feet off the crib before a panicked and exhausted Tim had snatched it out of the air.

Tim...what has Tim done?

Bruce had heard from Clark that Tim had tried to clone Kon, but had he actually done it?

~~~~~~

While raiding Ra's bases and preparing them to blow, Tim stumbled across three babies. Triplets.

Triplets with superpowers.

Triplets that he knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, Ra's will find again even if he buries them in the Foster system.

Plus, he's heard the horror stories of vulnerable metas fed to the Foster system at a young age.

So.

Okay.

He'll raise them himself.

He's Tim Drake, the kid that blackmailed Batman into taking him on as Robin; raising a few kids can't be that hard. He'll just take care of them during the day, nap when they do, and go do hero stuff at night.

He reaches out to the one person even Ra's would never expect him to willingly work with.

He reaches out to Red Hood.

He hires Red Hood as a bodyguard. It's a purely professional relationship.

Red Hood sets him up in the best safehouse he's got; soundproof, lead-lined walls, hidden weapon caches, the works.

Dick, Damian, and Jason himself think that Tim actually did succeed in cloning Superboy and is taking responsibility for raising the kids.

Damian may not like Drake, but he's snuck into the safehouse and met the triplets, and he may or may not be a little infatuated with them. So he'll keep the secret for them.

Dick and Jason feel like Tim is taking on too many responsibilities, and think he's clearly hiding from the Supers in that safehouse.

Oracle gets her information from Cass, who is the only one who knows the full story.

Tim, meanwhile, is learning that children are exhausting, Cass is an amazing babysitter (as is Damian, but Damian if fickle and Tim has to pretend like he doesn't know when Damian is there), and hasn't had any time, at all, to go out and do heroing stuff.

He has so much fucking empathy for Anita, right now.

He's been so involved with the triplets that he's missed key events like; Bruce coming back from the timestream, Kon and Bart coming back to life, Ra's declaring Tim his One True Heir officially, and a throuple of mad scientist super villains dropping onto the scene and making a stir.

Or; Danny, Dani, and Dan got caught by the GIW, forced into their cores, and then stolen by a league of assassins, of all things. So naturally they put a rush on getting out of their cores, because, see, assassins, but they came out way before they had enough ecto to form their actual ages. They came out as babies. Babies that were promptly treated as treasures by some creepy cult assassin man. Babies that were stolen by that assassin man's...rival? Detective? They weren't sure. But they were taken by him. And now they're being raised in a very ecto-rich city, just waiting for the day they have enough ecto to go back to their normal age. Meanwhile, Jack, Vlad, and Maddie Fenton are some of the scariest supervillains the Justice League has ever faced, and no one knows why they keep targeting US government facilities. Bart, Kon, and Cassie are lowkey convinced that Tim is dead. Constantine has a new assistant who forced herself into the position, and Jasmine Fenton is deadset on learning everything he knows to find her siblings. Booster Gold has run into two new time police, but he has no idea which future they work for; a goth teenager and a techy nerdy teenagers that wear clock amulets and keep disappearing into green portals.

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Bruce has come back from the time stream, and he has never been more disappointed in Tim than right now.

He was brought back by the Justice League, and when he finally got back to Gotham, Tim was nowhere to be found.

Tim hadn't even tried to bring him back.

In fact, Tim had abandoned the hero scene altogether.

Tim. The boy who had sworn that the only way he'd leave the caped life was if he was dead.

Dick is being tight lipped and refusing to say anything on the matter.

Damian clearly knows what's going on but, oddly, refuses to say anything either.

Oracle completely ignores Bruce when he asks, at one point just pretending like he wasn't talking at all.

Cass, however, isn't putting any effort into pretending he isn't asking and is instead completely avoiding him.

Alfred seems to be in the same boat as him, deliberately kept in the dark.

There has to be some sort of reason for it, and Bruce is certain that it's the same reason for all of the avoidance, lies, and Tim's disappearance.

So, against everyone's wishes, he investigates.

Tim isn't in the Manor. Tim isn't in any of his safehouses.

Tim is, in fact, in one of...Jason's safehouses?

After covertly watching from a distance, Bruce discovers three things.

First; while Jason does not appear to be on good terms with Tim, he does view Tim as someone under his protection.

Second; Jason must be getting feedback from Oracle, because Red Hood always finds Batman in five minutes or less when he starts a stake out on Tim.

Third; There are babies in that safehouse. Not toddlers; babies.

He saw one of them through the reinforced window, floating a good two feet off the crib before a panicked and exhausted Tim had snatched it out of the air.

Tim...what has Tim done?

Bruce had heard from Clark that Tim had tried to clone Kon, but had he actually done it?

~~~~~~

While raiding Ra's bases and preparing them to blow, Tim stumbled across three babies. Triplets.

Triplets with superpowers.

Triplets that he knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, Ra's will find again even if he buries them in the Foster system.

Plus, he's heard the horror stories of vulnerable metas fed to the Foster system at a young age.

So.

Okay.

He'll raise them himself.

He's Tim Drake, the kid that blackmailed Batman into taking him on as Robin; raising a few kids can't be that hard. He'll just take care of them during the day, nap when they do, and go do hero stuff at night.

He reaches out to the one person even Ra's would never expect him to willingly work with.

He reaches out to Red Hood.

He hires Red Hood as a bodyguard. It's a purely professional relationship.

Red Hood sets him up in the best safehouse he's got; soundproof, lead-lined walls, hidden weapon caches, the works.

Dick, Damian, and Jason himself think that Tim actually did succeed in cloning Superboy and is taking responsibility for raising the kids.

Damian may not like Drake, but he's snuck into the safehouse and met the triplets, and he may or may not be a little infatuated with them. So he'll keep the secret for them.

Dick and Jason feel like Tim is taking on too many responsibilities, and think he's clearly hiding from the Supers in that safehouse.

Oracle gets her information from Cass, who is the only one who knows the full story.

Tim, meanwhile, is learning that children are exhausting, Cass is an amazing babysitter (as is Damian, but Damian if fickle and Tim has to pretend like he doesn't know when Damian is there), and hasn't had any time, at all, to go out and do heroing stuff.

He has so much fucking empathy for Anita, right now.

He's been so involved with the triplets that he's missed key events like; Bruce coming back from the timestream, Kon and Bart coming back to life, Ra's declaring Tim his One True Heir officially, and a throuple of mad scientist super villains dropping onto the scene and making a stir.

Or; Danny, Dani, and Dan got caught by the GIW, forced into their cores, and then stolen by a league of assassins, of all things. So naturally they put a rush on getting out of their cores, because, see, assassins, but they came out way before they had enough ecto to form their actual ages. They came out as babies. Babies that were promptly treated as treasures by some creepy cult assassin man. Babies that were stolen by that assassin man's...rival? Detective? They weren't sure. But they were taken by him. And now they're being raised in a very ecto-rich city, just waiting for the day they have enough ecto to go back to their normal age. Meanwhile, Jack, Vlad, and Maddie Fenton are some of the scariest supervillains the Justice League has ever faced, and no one knows why they keep targeting US government facilities. Bart, Kon, and Cassie are lowkey convinced that Tim is dead. Constantine has a new assistant who forced herself into the position, and Jasmine Fenton is deadset on learning everything he knows to find her siblings. Booster Gold has run into two new time police, but he has no idea which future they work for; a goth teenager and a techy nerdy teenagers that wear clock amulets and keep disappearing into green portals.

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Bruce has come back from the time stream, and he has never been more disappointed in Tim than right now.

He was brought back by the Justice League, and when he finally got back to Gotham, Tim was nowhere to be found.

Tim hadn't even tried to bring him back.

In fact, Tim had abandoned the hero scene altogether.

Tim. The boy who had sworn that the only way he'd leave the caped life was if he was dead.

Dick is being tight lipped and refusing to say anything on the matter.

Damian clearly knows what's going on but, oddly, refuses to say anything either.

Oracle completely ignores Bruce when he asks, at one point just pretending like he wasn't talking at all.

Cass, however, isn't putting any effort into pretending he isn't asking and is instead completely avoiding him.

Alfred seems to be in the same boat as him, deliberately kept in the dark.

There has to be some sort of reason for it, and Bruce is certain that it's the same reason for all of the avoidance, lies, and Tim's disappearance.

So, against everyone's wishes, he investigates.

Tim isn't in the Manor. Tim isn't in any of his safehouses.

Tim is, in fact, in one of...Jason's safehouses?

After covertly watching from a distance, Bruce discovers three things.

First; while Jason does not appear to be on good terms with Tim, he does view Tim as someone under his protection.

Second; Jason must be getting feedback from Oracle, because Red Hood always finds Batman in five minutes or less when he starts a stake out on Tim.

Third; There are babies in that safehouse. Not toddlers; babies.

He saw one of them through the reinforced window, floating a good two feet off the crib before a panicked and exhausted Tim had snatched it out of the air.

Tim...what has Tim done?

Bruce had heard from Clark that Tim had tried to clone Kon, but had he actually done it?

~~~~~~

While raiding Ra's bases and preparing them to blow, Tim stumbled across three babies. Triplets.

Triplets with superpowers.

Triplets that he knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, Ra's will find again even if he buries them in the Foster system.

Plus, he's heard the horror stories of vulnerable metas fed to the Foster system at a young age.

So.

Okay.

He'll raise them himself.

He's Tim Drake, the kid that blackmailed Batman into taking him on as Robin; raising a few kids can't be that hard. He'll just take care of them during the day, nap when they do, and go do hero stuff at night.

He reaches out to the one person even Ra's would never expect him to willingly work with.

He reaches out to Red Hood.

He hires Red Hood as a bodyguard. It's a purely professional relationship.

Red Hood sets him up in the best safehouse he's got; soundproof, lead-lined walls, hidden weapon caches, the works.

Dick, Damian, and Jason himself think that Tim actually did succeed in cloning Superboy and is taking responsibility for raising the kids.

Damian may not like Drake, but he's snuck into the safehouse and met the triplets, and he may or may not be a little infatuated with them. So he'll keep the secret for them.

Dick and Jason feel like Tim is taking on too many responsibilities, and think he's clearly hiding from the Supers in that safehouse.

Oracle gets her information from Cass, who is the only one who knows the full story.

Tim, meanwhile, is learning that children are exhausting, Cass is an amazing babysitter (as is Damian, but Damian if fickle and Tim has to pretend like he doesn't know when Damian is there), and hasn't had any time, at all, to go out and do heroing stuff.

He has so much fucking empathy for Anita, right now.

He's been so involved with the triplets that he's missed key events like; Bruce coming back from the timestream, Kon and Bart coming back to life, Ra's declaring Tim his One True Heir officially, and a throuple of mad scientist super villains dropping onto the scene and making a stir.

Or; Danny, Dani, and Dan got caught by the GIW, forced into their cores, and then stolen by a league of assassins, of all things. So naturally they put a rush on getting out of their cores, because, see, assassins, but they came out way before they had enough ecto to form their actual ages. They came out as babies. Babies that were promptly treated as treasures by some creepy cult assassin man. Babies that were stolen by that assassin man's...rival? Detective? They weren't sure. But they were taken by him. And now they're being raised in a very ecto-rich city, just waiting for the day they have enough ecto to go back to their normal age. Meanwhile, Jack, Vlad, and Maddie Fenton are some of the scariest supervillains the Justice League has ever faced, and no one knows why they keep targeting US government facilities. Bart, Kon, and Cassie are lowkey convinced that Tim is dead. Constantine has a new assistant who forced herself into the position, and Jasmine Fenton is deadset on learning everything he knows to find her siblings. Booster Gold has run into two new time police, but he has no idea which future they work for; a goth teenager and a techy nerdy teenagers that wear clock amulets and keep disappearing into green portals.

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Bruce has come back from the time stream, and he has never been more disappointed in Tim than right now.

He was brought back by the Justice League, and when he finally got back to Gotham, Tim was nowhere to be found.

Tim hadn't even tried to bring him back.

In fact, Tim had abandoned the hero scene altogether.

Tim. The boy who had sworn that the only way he'd leave the caped life was if he was dead.

Dick is being tight lipped and refusing to say anything on the matter.

Damian clearly knows what's going on but, oddly, refuses to say anything either.

Oracle completely ignores Bruce when he asks, at one point just pretending like he wasn't talking at all.

Cass, however, isn't putting any effort into pretending he isn't asking and is instead completely avoiding him.

Alfred seems to be in the same boat as him, deliberately kept in the dark.

There has to be some sort of reason for it, and Bruce is certain that it's the same reason for all of the avoidance, lies, and Tim's disappearance.

So, against everyone's wishes, he investigates.

Tim isn't in the Manor. Tim isn't in any of his safehouses.

Tim is, in fact, in one of...Jason's safehouses?

After covertly watching from a distance, Bruce discovers three things.

First; while Jason does not appear to be on good terms with Tim, he does view Tim as someone under his protection.

Second; Jason must be getting feedback from Oracle, because Red Hood always finds Batman in five minutes or less when he starts a stake out on Tim.

Third; There are babies in that safehouse. Not toddlers; babies.

He saw one of them through the reinforced window, floating a good two feet off the crib before a panicked and exhausted Tim had snatched it out of the air.

Tim...what has Tim done?

Bruce had heard from Clark that Tim had tried to clone Kon, but had he actually done it?

~~~~~~

While raiding Ra's bases and preparing them to blow, Tim stumbled across three babies. Triplets.

Triplets with superpowers.

Triplets that he knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, Ra's will find again even if he buries them in the Foster system.

Plus, he's heard the horror stories of vulnerable metas fed to the Foster system at a young age.

So.

Okay.

He'll raise them himself.

He's Tim Drake, the kid that blackmailed Batman into taking him on as Robin; raising a few kids can't be that hard. He'll just take care of them during the day, nap when they do, and go do hero stuff at night.

He reaches out to the one person even Ra's would never expect him to willingly work with.

He reaches out to Red Hood.

He hires Red Hood as a bodyguard. It's a purely professional relationship.

Red Hood sets him up in the best safehouse he's got; soundproof, lead-lined walls, hidden weapon caches, the works.

Dick, Damian, and Jason himself think that Tim actually did succeed in cloning Superboy and is taking responsibility for raising the kids.

Damian may not like Drake, but he's snuck into the safehouse and met the triplets, and he may or may not be a little infatuated with them. So he'll keep the secret for them.

Dick and Jason feel like Tim is taking on too many responsibilities, and think he's clearly hiding from the Supers in that safehouse.

Oracle gets her information from Cass, who is the only one who knows the full story.

Tim, meanwhile, is learning that children are exhausting, Cass is an amazing babysitter (as is Damian, but Damian if fickle and Tim has to pretend like he doesn't know when Damian is there), and hasn't had any time, at all, to go out and do heroing stuff.

He has so much fucking empathy for Anita, right now.

He's been so involved with the triplets that he's missed key events like; Bruce coming back from the timestream, Kon and Bart coming back to life, Ra's declaring Tim his One True Heir officially, and a throuple of mad scientist super villains dropping onto the scene and making a stir.

Or; Danny, Dani, and Dan got caught by the GIW, forced into their cores, and then stolen by a league of assassins, of all things. So naturally they put a rush on getting out of their cores, because, see, assassins, but they came out way before they had enough ecto to form their actual ages. They came out as babies. Babies that were promptly treated as treasures by some creepy cult assassin man. Babies that were stolen by that assassin man's...rival? Detective? They weren't sure. But they were taken by him. And now they're being raised in a very ecto-rich city, just waiting for the day they have enough ecto to go back to their normal age. Meanwhile, Jack, Vlad, and Maddie Fenton are some of the scariest supervillains the Justice League has ever faced, and no one knows why they keep targeting US government facilities. Bart, Kon, and Cassie are lowkey convinced that Tim is dead. Constantine has a new assistant who forced herself into the position, and Jasmine Fenton is deadset on learning everything he knows to find her siblings. Booster Gold has run into two new time police, but he has no idea which future they work for; a goth teenager and a techy nerdy teenagers that wear clock amulets and keep disappearing into green portals.

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Bruce has come back from the time stream, and he has never been more disappointed in Tim than right now.

He was brought back by the Justice League, and when he finally got back to Gotham, Tim was nowhere to be found.

Tim hadn't even tried to bring him back.

In fact, Tim had abandoned the hero scene altogether.

Tim. The boy who had sworn that the only way he'd leave the caped life was if he was dead.

Dick is being tight lipped and refusing to say anything on the matter.

Damian clearly knows what's going on but, oddly, refuses to say anything either.

Oracle completely ignores Bruce when he asks, at one point just pretending like he wasn't talking at all.

Cass, however, isn't putting any effort into pretending he isn't asking and is instead completely avoiding him.

Alfred seems to be in the same boat as him, deliberately kept in the dark.

There has to be some sort of reason for it, and Bruce is certain that it's the same reason for all of the avoidance, lies, and Tim's disappearance.

So, against everyone's wishes, he investigates.

Tim isn't in the Manor. Tim isn't in any of his safehouses.

Tim is, in fact, in one of...Jason's safehouses?

After covertly watching from a distance, Bruce discovers three things.

First; while Jason does not appear to be on good terms with Tim, he does view Tim as someone under his protection.

Second; Jason must be getting feedback from Oracle, because Red Hood always finds Batman in five minutes or less when he starts a stake out on Tim.

Third; There are babies in that safehouse. Not toddlers; babies.

He saw one of them through the reinforced window, floating a good two feet off the crib before a panicked and exhausted Tim had snatched it out of the air.

Tim...what has Tim done?

Bruce had heard from Clark that Tim had tried to clone Kon, but had he actually done it?

~~~~~~

While raiding Ra's bases and preparing them to blow, Tim stumbled across three babies. Triplets.

Triplets with superpowers.

Triplets that he knows, beyond the shadow of a doubt, Ra's will find again even if he buries them in the Foster system.

Plus, he's heard the horror stories of vulnerable metas fed to the Foster system at a young age.

So.

Okay.

He'll raise them himself.

He's Tim Drake, the kid that blackmailed Batman into taking him on as Robin; raising a few kids can't be that hard. He'll just take care of them during the day, nap when they do, and go do hero stuff at night.

He reaches out to the one person even Ra's would never expect him to willingly work with.

He reaches out to Red Hood.

He hires Red Hood as a bodyguard. It's a purely professional relationship.

Red Hood sets him up in the best safehouse he's got; soundproof, lead-lined walls, hidden weapon caches, the works.

Dick, Damian, and Jason himself think that Tim actually did succeed in cloning Superboy and is taking responsibility for raising the kids.

Damian may not like Drake, but he's snuck into the safehouse and met the triplets, and he may or may not be a little infatuated with them. So he'll keep the secret for them.

Dick and Jason feel like Tim is taking on too many responsibilities, and think he's clearly hiding from the Supers in that safehouse.

Oracle gets her information from Cass, who is the only one who knows the full story.

Tim, meanwhile, is learning that children are exhausting, Cass is an amazing babysitter (as is Damian, but Damian if fickle and Tim has to pretend like he doesn't know when Damian is there), and hasn't had any time, at all, to go out and do heroing stuff.

He has so much fucking empathy for Anita, right now.

He's been so involved with the triplets that he's missed key events like; Bruce coming back from the timestream, Kon and Bart coming back to life, Ra's declaring Tim his One True Heir officially, and a throuple of mad scientist super villains dropping onto the scene and making a stir.

Or; Danny, Dani, and Dan got caught by the GIW, forced into their cores, and then stolen by a league of assassins, of all things. So naturally they put a rush on getting out of their cores, because, see, assassins, but they came out way before they had enough ecto to form their actual ages. They came out as babies. Babies that were promptly treated as treasures by some creepy cult assassin man. Babies that were stolen by that assassin man's...rival? Detective? They weren't sure. But they were taken by him. And now they're being raised in a very ecto-rich city, just waiting for the day they have enough ecto to go back to their normal age. Meanwhile, Jack, Vlad, and Maddie Fenton are some of the scariest supervillains the Justice League has ever faced, and no one knows why they keep targeting US government facilities. Bart, Kon, and Cassie are lowkey convinced that Tim is dead. Constantine has a new assistant who forced herself into the position, and Jasmine Fenton is deadset on learning everything he knows to find her siblings. Booster Gold has run into two new time police, but he has no idea which future they work for; a goth teenager and a techy nerdy teenagers that wear clock amulets and keep disappearing into green portals.

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It's the zombie apocalypse! Or, it's trying to be?

"Go to college!" Bruce had said, "You won't regret it!" he had promised, "Just go for one semester!" he had begged.

Well, as Tim watches the Chemistry lab across the hall become a horrifying chaotic mess of people turning into straight up zombies thanks to an experiment gone wrong, he hopes that Bruce realizes how wrong he was.

This?

Not worth it.

But the zombies...stop attacking?

They're all circling another student, staring intently and...trying to lick his hair.

Tim leans closer to the window in the door, ignoring his classmates behind him trying to pull him down to cover. They're overreacting; the door is locked and the zombies are no longer showing aggression, it's fine.

He instead focuses on the kid that's successfully stopped the zombie apocalypse by...becoming what appears to be a salt lick. For the zombies.

It's Daniel Fenton.

The kid hiding the fact that he's a meta.

They're in the same study group together, and it looks like Tim just found out what Danny's powers are; calming the undead.

Danny, however, just looks like he's on the verge of tears and exhausted.

Or; One of Danny's Chemistry classmates decides to go supervillain, and turns most of his Chemistry class into zombies. But halfas are only half alive, and register as...not prey, to zombies. More like something to investigate? Definitely not to bite, though. Danny, however, knows they're licking the ecto in his sweat. He also knows he can't be turned into a zombie. Ugh. Ew. So... Fine. So Danny is forced to stand, in his Chemistry lab, getting licked by the zombies of his ex classmates while the living ones escape and call for help.

[quirky-gardener]

It's the zombie apocalypse! Or, it's trying to be?

"Go to college!" Bruce had said, "You won't regret it!" he had promised, "Just go for one semester!" he had begged.

Well, as Tim watches the Chemistry lab across the hall become a horrifying chaotic mess of people turning into straight up zombies thanks to an experiment gone wrong, he hopes that Bruce realizes how wrong he was.

This?

Not worth it.

But the zombies...stop attacking?

They're all circling another student, staring intently and...trying to lick his hair.

Tim leans closer to the window in the door, ignoring his classmates behind him trying to pull him down to cover. They're overreacting; the door is locked and the zombies are no longer showing aggression, it's fine.

He instead focuses on the kid that's successfully stopped the zombie apocalypse by...becoming what appears to be a salt lick. For the zombies.

It's Daniel Fenton.

The kid hiding the fact that he's a meta.

They're in the same study group together, and it looks like Tim just found out what Danny's powers are; calming the undead.

Danny, however, just looks like he's on the verge of tears and exhausted.

Or; One of Danny's Chemistry classmates decides to go supervillain, and turns most of his Chemistry class into zombies. But halfas are only half alive, and register as...not prey, to zombies. More like something to investigate? Definitely not to bite, though. Danny, however, knows they're licking the ecto in his sweat. He also knows he can't be turned into a zombie. Ugh. Ew. So... Fine. So Danny is forced to stand, in his Chemistry lab, getting licked by the zombies of his ex classmates while the living ones escape and call for help.

[quirky-gardener]

Danny thought ghosts were the height of weirdness in his life. He was wrong.

No, it's whatever the hell this shit is.

He was touring Metropolis, looking at good old M.U. as a potential college, when he and the rest of the tour group was caught up in some sort of....lovers spat?

Wait, were Superman and Lex Luthor fucking?

He had no idea, but Luthor had found a "new form of Kryptonite" and was intent on using it to show off; some sort of weird, glowing green flower that was powering his new mech.

Right up until Luthor, at the same time as Danny, realized it was not Kryptonite.

Unlike Danny, Luthor was too close to it when it exploded.

Luthor, knocked away by the blast, landed just next to where Danny and the other tourees were hiding, and his eyes, still dazed, landed on Danny.

Eyes that were glowing Ghost Zone green.

Two things happen; Danny realizes that the plant was probably one of Undergrowth's experiments, and...well.

"S...Shadow of shadows! Two...w...w...worlds....so bright!" Luthor sobs, clinging to Danny as Danny just stands there awkwardly, begging Superman to get this creep off of him with his eyes.

Superman, however, looks just as awkward as him.

"So like, can you get him off of me?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know what he's covered in, so we're both waiting for the hazmat team."

"Please?"

"I'm not risking getting compromised while being one of the strongest people on the planet."

"Fffffffair."

[quirky-gardener]

The government, in a show of goodwill, has offered a very extensive training grounds to the Justice League. Granted, the offer is to utilize them, not own them, but they are amazing.

A virtual reality so real, run by an AI that truly generated random conflicts, that it's absolutely perfect to train child heroes with no actual risk to them.

The world is always a bright, vibrant green, with floating purple doors.

The trainees are given specialized suits and weapons, so that they can fight back and feel the hits. They are loaded up into a "transportation unit", to give them the feeling that they're actually going to a location, not just waiting for the AI to boot up the VR room.

After that, they fight whatever the AI spits out.

If the fight is too much, all they have to do is turn off the suit, and the environment goes right through them instead of hurting them.

The weapons alter between "containment" and "destruction". Some of the "missions" given by the personnel in charge of the training room, the GIW, are for destruction of all foes. Other times it's for capture.

They fight strange beings with really odd quirks; a rock star, a giant metal man, an evil therapist, est.

However, when they get too close to capturing or destroying the target, there's a 60% chance that the "boss" appears.

The boss is a challenge, because the only thing trainees are allowed to do to him is capture, but he's insanely powerful.

An AI bogey called "Phantom".

Phantom has never, ever lost.

But some trainees are getting suspicious.

The ones that have been dead before, when they turn off their suits they can still get hurt.

What if this isn't VR?

Or; I was inspired by Enders Game. The GIW make their own portal, and start advertising it as a "training room" for heroes. The plan is to make the heroes decimate the Ghost Zone, but they didn't account for the adult heroes to take one look at it and think 'oh, that's perfect for my mentee' instead of use it themselves. As they're not their fully trained counterparts, this means that when Phantom enters the picture, instead of him getting beat by the professionals as the GIW intended, he dukes it out with kids his own portrayed age. Naturally, in his home environment, he wins. So the kid heroes, dealers choice, slowly come to the horrifying realization that they're being used as weapons to attack another dimension.

[quirky-gardener]

There's a new club in London, and it's all anyone can talk about.

Normally, Constantine wouldn't care, but the reports are...odd.

It's a club that no one knows the name of, and apparently the only way to be permitted entrance is to just 'follow the wind' and eventually end up there?

Whoever attends has the equivalent of a religious experience, and is never the same again. Sometimes they display PTSD, sometimes they go from shy and quiet to boisterous and super extroverted; it's an unpredictable scale.

But they all say they had the time of their lives.

It sounds like magic, honestly.

More concerning, there's also talk of drugs that no one knows the names of. Talks of people who had friends eat or drink at the club and found themselves unable to leave. People who go in and literally forget their name.

It sounds fae.

He...maybe admits he needs to look at before some fae court enslaves all of London.

So he takes to wandering the streets of London at night, just willing himself to find the damn place.

Also trying to find anything off or odd, and following unknown magic signatures that could be fae in nature.

After a month, he finally finds it.

Except it isn't fae.

It's a club in the Infinite Realms, only accessible through a constantly moving portal.

Which.

Is so much worse than the fae, for so many reasons.

First and foremost, there's definitely a lot more missing people he has to find and drag back to the mortal realm, if they're still alive. And sane.

Why is there a lot more people missing?

Because the portal is constantly moving, which means there's no way it's just been migrating through the backalleys of London.

This is confirmed when he meets eyes with a very exhausted looking Green Arrow, who has been missing for a good three weeks last Constantine heard.

Green Arrow tiredly lifts up a glass of something in a toast, beckoning Constantine over.

[quirky-gardener]

There's a new club in London, and it's all anyone can talk about.

Normally, Constantine wouldn't care, but the reports are...odd.

It's a club that no one knows the name of, and apparently the only way to be permitted entrance is to just 'follow the wind' and eventually end up there?

Whoever attends has the equivalent of a religious experience, and is never the same again. Sometimes they display PTSD, sometimes they go from shy and quiet to boisterous and super extroverted; it's an unpredictable scale.

But they all say they had the time of their lives.

It sounds like magic, honestly.

More concerning, there's also talk of drugs that no one knows the names of. Talks of people who had friends eat or drink at the club and found themselves unable to leave. People who go in and literally forget their name.

It sounds fae.

He...maybe admits he needs to look at before some fae court enslaves all of London.

So he takes to wandering the streets of London at night, just willing himself to find the damn place.

Also trying to find anything off or odd, and following unknown magic signatures that could be fae in nature.

After a month, he finally finds it.

Except it isn't fae.

It's a club in the Infinite Realms, only accessible through a constantly moving portal.

Which.

Is so much worse than the fae, for so many reasons.

First and foremost, there's definitely a lot more missing people he has to find and drag back to the mortal realm, if they're still alive. And sane.

Why is there a lot more people missing?

Because the portal is constantly moving, which means there's no way it's just been migrating through the backalleys of London.

This is confirmed when he meets eyes with a very exhausted looking Green Arrow, who has been missing for a good three weeks last Constantine heard.

Green Arrow tiredly lifts up a glass of something in a toast, beckoning Constantine over.