#Constantine we WILL fight for the rights to the child

[noxcheshire]

Clockwork spinning it around as another bit of volunteer work for Dan to get through so he can be released from Jail Time.

Poor Danny just curled up in his little cape, hoping that this couldn’t get any worse as all the heroes frantically crowd him and then oops —

Here comes Dan the Destroyer of Worlds.

Dan on the hand, is just disgruntled at having to go save his toddler past-self who he KNOWS instinctually was playing games, or he was until he spotted toddler him shaking like a kitten and those big green eyes grown in fear it was not fear, Danny was just upset Dan had been brought in to pick him up.

Curse his ghostly instincts, Dan reacts like an enraged parent, loosing his more human form into something far more eldritch and dangerous.

Poor Danny now has to do damage control.

He is yelling at Dan who is throwing and catching the heroes like a dog who has caught a tiny terrified mouse without a single hesitation of playing with the tiny creature that might die from the constant throwing and shaking.

Danny shrieks at the man to not hurt them, Da —

Danny is snatched up fast and swift before he can even finish his sentence, squeaking as he’s curled up inside Dan’s limb.

He can feel himself being brought close to the man’s core.

The man snarls, ghost speak echoing like an explosion, of burning metal, of screaming men.

He returns the sound with his own, a child’s dying scream, electricity crackling in between, haunting howls and burning flesh.

Dan grunts, like he had been hit unexpectedly.

The man then coos, dangerous and cruel.

Danny can hear him clearly, speaking through a mangle of human speech and ghost.

“Oh? The little humans have bite?”

A DC X DP IDEA #7 The Summons

Imagine dis…

It is always Danny being summoned by cultists, John Constantine, enemies…etc to the mortal plane that starts a beautiful meeting and adventure between the two fandoms. But what if Danny pulled an uno reverse this time, and shenanigans and misunderstandings ensue?

Danny is getting tired of all types of summoning around the Infinite realms, being King and immortal quickly gets boring after a few couple centuries. As well as the fact he is getting annoyed at the summoning that he kept getting himself into. The monologue is getting less creative and less creative by the day, he was sure that all villain monologues are either copyrighted or even ripped off from the same book and source, as they are either A. offering their world for his liking B. making him do something, or even C. kill a certain someone, and you wouldn’t believe the number of times he was summoned for the sole purpose of killing either Batman or Superman from the dubbed both liked and least liked dimension for Danny. Liked as they have real live aliens in that dimension as well so far begun the exciting one in this dimension, Least because the majority of the uncomfortable summoning’s are from that dimension and the majority of the so-called heroes are either messing up the timeline which comes to the headache of both Danny and Clockwork as well kept jumping through the dimensions of their universe.

Today he sat on his throne with all of his eldritch glory when he felt that feeling of being summoned, now when being summoned is like a very annoying ring that you have on this phone on volume that kept on ringing until you answer it. Sighing at his current life, the number of times he summoned in that dimension to the point he can already feel and identify the same ringtone for that dimension. In a spur of a moment as well an ungodly amount of pettiness at that moment for all the times he has summoned as well the headache he and his mentor received he pulled an uno reverse on the heroes and prepared himself to get back at them.

…

Superman, Constantine, Batman, Red Hood, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin interfered with yet another cult dedicated to freeing the tyrant Pariah Dark. From what little information they have gathered through the relics and scrolls, Constantine stated that this Pariah Dark will make most of their world-ending fights look like a kid’s squabble due to the vast powers of the Pariah Dark stating that if he wishes though he can destroy this universe in a flick of his hand.

This cult, however, is on a large scale seeing that they were led in a wild goose chase while the other members prepare the runes, sigils, and sacrifices for the necessary ritual.

They managed to stop the cultists from killing their supposed sacrifices when the runes suddenly glowed green, blinding them completely.

The moment they gained consciousness they immediately knew that there is something wrong.

Looking around they noticed that they have been teleported to some sort of forest but looking up to determine the time of the day made them pause.

The sky is painted with endless toxic Lazarus green, and all of the heroes are now on high alert as they assess the situation. They either dimensioned hopped again or they have been dragged by the cultists and transported to wherever this Tyrant ruler is.

Constantine kept reassuring himself that it would be the former but the amount of death magic that flows through the air like oxygen made him think the worse.

Superman tried to fly upwards to have a better view around them but found out that he couldn’t use any of his powers.

As they were navigating this new and dangerous territory Batman kept grilling Constantine for information as every bit of information is now precious as they need to find their way home. Despite Batman drilling for any information that he knew, he knew nothing more other than the following facts.

Pariah Dark is a tyrant that ruled the Infinite realms. Using both fear and his unlimited power to control and dictate the Infinite Realms.

The Infinite Realms have also known as the Ghost zone, in all of the limitless universes and other histories. The Ghost Zone occurs at every feasible and non-feasible moment in time, which means that no matter where or when you are in the Ghost Zone, you are everywhere and every when because it all exists at the same time.

Without the Infinite Realms then there would be the end of their world and reality as they know it.

The residents here are told to be the most powerful ghosts in existence as Deadman could not even measure up to their strengths.

Suddenly the group heard a loud commotion and quickly hid by climbing up the trees for a better view.

There they see a group of large flaming black armored people that covered their entire body and face except for their glowing green eyes. Two of them caught their attention, the larger one has a purple flame surrounding his helmet, carrying a flaming sword as he rides a menacing black horse that has bat-like wings while the other one has a blue flame on top of his head pointing an electrified sword towards the cultists that were teleported differently from them.

From where they at, they were able to hear about the black armored knights that mortals are trespassing around the Infinite Realms. All of the cultists are now screaming and trying to fight off the knights that tried to restrain them, in the end, they were dragged and caged in a metal cage that is connected to a chariot of the skeleton of horses.

They were brought out of their stupor when they heard the continued screaming and begging’s of the cultist in a distant direction and when they heard a child’s giggle below them.

Looking down below them they saw a small child. The child could not be more than 6 with gravity-defying white hair, Lazarus green eyes wearing a simple white cuffed sleeve with brown pants and black shoes.

He pointed at them for being a mortal and looked at them with awe and proceeded to exaggerate the fact that mortals are in the Infinite Realms.

Nightwing being the friendliest face alongside Superman asked who and where they were. The child proceeded to introduce himself as Danny and tell them that they are in the Infinite Realms and that they are trespassing in the land of the dead, being without the High King’s order.

Danny kept gushing at the fact they are living heroes, as well as proceeded to act like a naïve child that will spill information with a few sweet words.

The kid kept asking Nightwing what it’s like to be alive and to eat food that doesn’t attack you.

Of course, that made the heroes grimace seeing that they were reminded that they were in fact in the land of the dead.

Danny next floated towards Superman and excitedly asked about his culture and language as a Kryptonian alien race.

As the ghost child kept asking Superman some questions nobody saw Constantine pale at the moment, they saw the child. As a dark magical user, he can sense the amount of death magic towards a thing or someone. The moment the child appeared in front of them the man Constantine tried to calm his nerves down seeing the abundant concentrated death magic that clings to the child like some parasite.

Batman tried to ask more relevant questions but Danny flew towards Red Hood and Robin exclaiming that they need a doctor, putting on a frown on his face. Batman’s questions kept growing when they heard a siren that seems to echo throughout the realms and the only thing the kid, Danny, said Oh no.

Looking in the direction where Danny looked, they saw a large army of flaming flying horses with black armored knights each of which look like a black sword as the largest one that they have seen before leads them towards their direction the moment they locked eyes on them.

Without thinking of the consequence Red Hood picked up the dead child and proceeded to retreat alongside the rest of the Bat clan, Superman and Constantine.

…

Danny was enjoying this, the soul-whore man was just a bonus. The fact that he owns this poor man’s soul just out of pettiness for tripling the amount of his paperwork for selling his soul to different deities. Once he dies, he is going to embarrass this man to the point he wished he was in hell.

His plan was simple, make them scared at the act of the High King being mad at them. Make them see the horrors of the Infinite Realms and send them home, simple right?

He was about to give them one last scare when he heard an alarm that blared throughout the realms. He just knew that Fright Knight had just pulled the alarm. For the spirit of Halloween, he is serious and zealous about his job. The fact he had forgotten to write a note might be on him.

He was just about to turn around when Red Hood picked him up and carried him like a sack of potatoes. Now in any political sense Red Hood is committing treason, he kept trying to wiggle out of the man’s arms, unable to phase out due to the man’s nature as one of his subjects.

He may be petty but he didn’t mean on making them commit treason, he can do that on his own to piss off the Observants, thank you very much.

Now Danny is panicking about how this prank had railed off course due to his luck.

…

The team of super mortals is now running away from the army approaching them. Using the forest where they have landed to conceal themselves as they think of a way to escape the army of the dead.

Suddenly a green swirling portal opened in front of them, they were about to change direction but Constantine exclaimed loudly that, that portal is the same one that brought them here. So, by that logic that portal will lead them back to their universe.

When they returned to the dark warehouse before they were transported only then they noticed the extra baggage that Red Hood may have brought with him. In fear, Constantine asked why would he bring a ghost child who has extremely protective ghost parents that will hunt them down the moment they realize that he is gone.

Jason argued that ever since Danny appeared the pits quieted down to the moment the ghost child appeared as if he was never been dunked on the Lazarus pits.

As they were arguing Red Robin noticed Danny that he looked worried and kept looking around as if to look for another portal.

…

Newsflash, he was looking for a way to escape the heroes undetected to create his portal.

…

Red Robin was about to ask what was bothering him when all of the heroes present suddenly saw a green outline of a crown and a cape coming from Danny.

Danny asked nervously why were they looking at him funny.

Constantine dropped his cigarette and paled several shades whiter in fear, to the point he was paper.

Batman is now on the verge of a breakdown as well. In a span of a few minutes, they traveled to the land of the dead and saw some ghostly knights and children, and Jason adopting strays in his way. Apparently in the argument the two have and the action, Jason had done in a matter of minutes, his son Jason decided to adopt a ghost child which in return Constantine replied that it is not possible seeing that ghost children in general have protective parents that may hunt us down now that ghost child has a highlight and outline of a crown and cape.

Seeing his look and reaction of Constantine when looked at Danny due to the green highlight outline, Batman demands Constantine’s answers as to why and what could be worse news other than Danny’s ghostly parents hunting them down for unintentionally kidnapping their child.

Constantine replied in a small and shaky voice that they didn’t just kidnap an ordinary ghost child, they kidnapped the Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms.

…

Danny was sure that the cat is out of the bag, but when the sad trench coat man whispered Crowned Prince instead of High King. He can turn this whole situation turn around in his favor, now if only the spandex-wearing men stop harassing him on his so-called “Father-King.”

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PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so don’t forget to tag me though.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Dead on main. Someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

Perhaps Fentons are not able to recognize their child, despite the fact that they hunt him day after day. But for childhood friends, who saw each other in absolutely ridiculous situations that parents are never allowed to know about, just one sneeze and a bored sigh is enough to realize that this weirdo fighting next to him is the same guy with whom you tasted soap and then stood looking at each other from different corners and giggling.

And so, the dialogue after the battle with the creatures of Infinite Realms, to which Constantine had to invite a potential ally not yet approved by the League:

Phantom: Well, mom always said you were bad news...But a crime lord, seriously? What happened to your plans to become a literature teacher? Red Hood: Hey! For Gotham, this is a very high-paying in-demand job. And I don't want to hear anything from Casper. At least I have my own business. What kind of part-time job do you have? Are you selling sheets to your buddies from this green goo? Phantom: This is ectoplasm. And they're not my friends, and anyway… Constantine: King Phantom, do you know Red Hood? Phantom: Do I know him? Ha! This street rat was Splinter of my beginnings until my family moved out of Gotham.

Red Hood: Wait, wait a minute. Phah...Holy shit. I thought I was the best example of what it means to be a disappointment to a family, but you beat me here. Oh, man, only you...The ghost king who is the son of the ghost hunters? Seriously? Hahah! I thought your rebellious phase ended the moment you told your father that you wanted to be an astronaut and not inherit the family business.

Danny*groans and covers his face with his hands*: My life is over.

Red Hood: Literally~ No, of course I always knew that your parents' disregard for safety in the laboratory would someday kill someone, but I didn't really expect this? Like, wow… Phantom: What makes you think it was an incident in the lab? I mean, there are so many possibilities around. It's ridiculous and…hah Red Hood: Dude, look me straight in the face and tell me I'm wrong if you dare. Phantom:…Fuck you, stupid bookworm. Red Hood: Stubborn nerd. Phantom: Red bucket! Red Hood: Pale toadstool! Nightwing: Um, can you guys please stop fighting? Red Hood: What are you talking about? This is how we always communicate. Phantom: Yeah! Well, in our defense, my sister always thought we both could use a therapist. Oh, man, he made me lose my train of thought. Where were we, J? Red Hood: Since when are you able to think? And I complimented your new hair and skin color. Phantom: Right, right… But, hey, not all of my parents' hypotheses really have a right to exist, and you know it! Hm, did I mention that you're built like a fridge and how does this leather jacket suit you? Red Hood: I believe not. And who's talking about your parents' work? You were an airhead when you were alive too to be honest. And as I see it, not much has changed. Why the hell are you still starting a fight with puns? Stop telling your opponent your position. This is terribly stupid! Phantom: Oh, please, these ghosts are definitely not a threat to me. What's wrong with having a little fun? The fact that you don't have weapons to handle something stronger than a blob ghost is your problem not mine, loser. But let's get back to our greetings. Red Hood: Sure. Then listen here…

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Nightwing: Jay, why didn't you say right away that you knew Phantom? We've wasted so much time wondering if it's worth summoning him, and you just stood there and said nothing. Red Hood: Pfff…Because I didn't know that until today. He used to be human. And we haven't seen each other for a long time. So how was I to know that he would take such a ridiculous pseudonym? Nightwing: Then why the hell didn't you feel worried about teasing this creature? Red Hood: Why should I? It's just Danny.

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Tucker: Oh man, 84 murders, attempts to kill Joker and to much fights with Batman and Black Mask and… Danny: Yeah, yeah. It's all very interesting, but it's not what I asked you to find. Get to the point, Tucker. What I will wear to our dinner tonight depends on this. Tucker: Seriously? As far as I'm concerned, whether he's single or not is less important than all this shit. Aren't you afraid to show up at his house? Danny: I'm invited. And for that matter, I'm Amity Park's former public enemy number one. Which one of us should be worried, hah? So he's not dating anyone, right? Don't try to distract me. Tucker: Dude! Danny: Ugh, in my experience, when he acts like he's lost his mind, he usually has good reasons for it. And if not, given some of the events of my alternative future, I have no right to judge him, so…

[frozenrogue89]

I Don't Want to be Great, I Wanna be Me.

So we all know the classic ‘JL meets Phantom through summoning’ prompt, and we usually get Danny “High King, Savior of Worlds, Eldritch, Cryptid, Ancient, No Shits Given, Chaos Gremlin” Fenton making an appearance, cool and confident, running circles around the JL. But what if, this High King they summoned, just… wasn’t.

The Justice League was prepared for anything, with the latest BBG threatening the world they had to take drastic measures. The JL Dark managed to scrounge up the summoning spell they… “liberated” from a cult group a couple months back. At first the JL was against the thought of summoning another highly powerful unknown, but with extensive research, Constantine and various others vouching for this so-called “King Phantom'' , and no option left, well, their hands were tied. Said to be the vanquisher of the previous Tyrant of the throne, Savior of the Infinite Realms, thousands of years old, infinitely powerful, infinitely old, and some smaller rumors claimed, infinitely kind. Phantom is said to be extremely protective of humans (something they were banking on),  loyal to its subjects, and said to rarely get angry (yeah right). A terrifying creature, tall and confident in its destructive power.

So yes, the League was prepared. They gathered as many members as they could spare for this meeting, everyone ready for a fight, but praying for none. The Big Three stepped forward while the rest hung back. Constantine and the Dark members start chanting, beginning the ritual.

The chanting ends. The silence hangs. Bodies still. 

Then, a flash from the hieroglyphs on the ground and an explosion of wind with no origin, a blinding light originating from the summoning circle grows in strength, letting out a vibrating hum that causes Superman to cover his ears and wince. The hum starts shaking the ground and the light condenses into itself, revealing the silhouette of an object. 

The wind stops. The light is gone, the vibration a memory. Everything is as it is before, with one exception.

Wonder Woman, wasting no time, straightens, “High King Phantom, Ruler of the infinite Realms, We are the Justice league, We ask your help in vanquishing The BBG, it threatens the lives of all those who live…” Her eyes widened as what stood before her.

This… this didn’t look like a High King, Vanquisher of Pariah Dark. This little thing did not give any indication of confidence, power, or age… it looked… young. The only thing terrifying about this creature is the size of bags under his eyes. Drowning in soft clothes, hunched over, looking utterly defeated, Nothing like they expected. Diana would almost mistake it if for a human child if not for the glowing eyes, fangs, and slight aura it gave off. But this, this was no King… Is- are those tears in its eyes?!

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Danny has not been having a good day. Or week. Or month, or- anything really. It seems like dying was only the beginning of his problems. No, scratch that, this all started with his parents’ damn obsession with ghosts. Danny swore they were part ghost too with their utter infatuation with all things Ecto. If only they hadn’t tried to access the ghost zone, if only Vlad hadn’t been involved to become Danny’s biggest nightmare, if only his parents gave up their research once they had kids, if only he didn’t walk in that stupid portal to impress his friends. 

If only he had stayed dead.

If only he didn’t gain powers, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. 

Danny scowled to himself and let himself flop onto his bed. He’s been spending the last couple weeks cycling through this whole rogue gallery, TWICE! Plus fighting a handful of random ghosts who thought they could take on the ‘Ghost King’ (Pariah’s evil reign and thousand year slumber didn’t help either with all the paperwork that’s left for Danny.) Running from the GIW, his parents, and Val as usual, (Ghost Scum, 

Dealing with ‘Mayor’ Vlad’s Evil Plan of the Week -Danny’s powers were still on the fritz after that encounter, painful, was a word for it- Not to mention school, between Dash being Dash, forgetting his science homework, missing a test because of Skulker, Lancer and his threats of, “Black Beauty Fenton! If your grades keep dropping you’ll spend the rest of the year in detention! With ME!” and now his teachers (and Jazz) are talking to him about college? He’s still a sophomore, give him a break! It isn’t Danny’s fault the whole universe is apparently out to get him.

The real cherry on top of this whole thing was the recent ‘summonings’. No thanks to the Fruit Loop and his meddling, with Jack Fenton unknowingly helping him, again. A nice little instruction booklet called, “How to Summon the Ghost King, Made Easy!” got out onto the internet and the world, free for any psycho to speed dial Danny away from his life. At various points in the last month Danny has been forcibly -and if he was honest, painfully- ripped from anything he’s been doing and dumped smack dab into the center of various cults’ plans, usually they wanted power, money, or world domination. His saving grace was the process of summoning forced him to transform or no identity reveals, thank The Ancients. 

Sam and Tucker have been a godsend in getting the Booklet wiped from the internet, Danny would be lost without them. He would’ve fallen apart the first week into his powers if not for them. Who knew watching your friend half dying created lasting relationships? They really kept him going and he trusts them with his life, really he does.

But Danny would never tell them about some of the things he’s seen getting summoned, he couldn’t do that to them. The various groups of psychos seemed to think Danny was more likely to listen to them if they offered sacrifices.. human sacrifices. Some nights he couldn’t stop smelling blood and incense, couldn’t get those images out of his mind. He hated himself for keeping track, and hated himself for not wanting to. 15. 15 people, so far just because some handful of lunatics wanted some money or something equally stupid like that. Danny was 15, that’s one whole human being, for every year he was alive, one of them was even younger th- she was just- Danny couldn’t- she was- so small…

Pulling his blankets over his head, Danny took measured breaths against the tightness in his throat. It’s Not fair. It’s not. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want to be King of the undead, he’s just a kid himself isn’t he? It was just an accident turning on the portal. He didn’t mean to. Why is he stuck fixing everything? Can't he just be a normal kid? Go to school, get good grades, become an astronaut? He’s so completely out of his depth, who is he kidding, it’s just a matter of time before he screws up again and someone gets hurt, or worse. He's trying, though, he is. He tries so hard to be good, to do good. To not turn into Dan.

‘Stop it, Danny. Now’s not the time for bad thoughts.’ This is the first time Danny’s had a chance to sleep in two days, his parents are out and left the home defenses are down, Jazz is studying at the library, Sam and Tucker are playing Doom while keeping an eye on ecto readings around town. He has maybe 4 blissful hours to spend in dream land. He sighed and sunk into his pillow trying to blank out his thoughts before he could spiral again.

A tightening in the chest, and eyes snap open, ‘NO! NO! Please not now!’ is all Danny manages to think before the unfortunately familiar sensation of space displacement takes hold. His transformation is forced on him as he feels himself fall apart and get put back together simultaneously.

‘Just a couple hours rest, is tHAT SO MUCH TO ASK!!??’ The anger leaves before it can fully form due to the pure exhaustion that washed over his ectofied bones and straight to his core. It feels strained, like glass under pressure, not knowing if the slightest change will shatter him. He slowly gets his bearings and- oh, this almost seems worse than a regular cult summoning. At least there’s not a dead body. 

It’s the Justice League, and Wonder Woman is talking to him. And Danny, Danny can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know if they want to trap him, kill him, experiment… if the GIW got their claws into the JL… Danny can’t anymore, He can practically feel his core splintering into jagged gut- wrecking pieces. He just wants to rest, to feel safe, for just a little while. Why can’t he?

Throat burning and eyes watering, Danny realizes he can do something, just one thing. It’s the only thing left that he can do. Something he hasn’t done for a long time, ever since dying.

Danny starts crying.

[ew-selfish-art]

Demon Twin AU 

Tim Drake comes across a LOA manuscript detailing the sacrifice of a Demon Heir that’s dated around the time Damian is born and brings it to the cave. There’s no other mention of what went down, but it looks like Damian was a twin and the twin was thrown into the Lazaras Pits- Tim kind of forgets about it but shows it to Damian cause he figures that the guy deserves to know, and leaves it out for Bruce to see (basically the same thing as telling him). It doesn’t really change much but there is an obscured name in the corner so they can presume that the kid’s name would have been something starting with D A N. 

Well here’s the thing: Names carry power. Damian reaches out to John Constantine to ensure that the child is actually dead, because presumably John can do that. John wants to give the kid some closure, so he does what is supposed to be a super chill seance to an infant. He pricks Robin’s finger, chants a little and the air... turns violent.

Uh oh. Dan appears, unshackled from his prison in the Infinite Realms now that John has called upon them by someone with Familial blood. He cackles madly about the fact that it’ll be a good time to bring about the apocalypse again, promising to spare the bird for now, since he would have to get answers later. 

The alarms are blaring, the whole JL is hands on deck to try and stop Dan as he attacks across the globe. They’re saving as many civilian lives as possible but its getting very HAIRY in less than 2 hrs. Robin is out in the chaos, trying to track him down with John and Zatanna trying to recapture him and banish him back to the realms. 

Phantom touches down just as the three of them reach Dan- Danny has some choice words for his older alternate timeline self, including “This is why you have no friends.” and “Seriously, you didn’t even stop to say hi to my timeline’s Jazz this time.” and “Soup time for 1,000 years and then we can talk remediation.” 

After a short but brutal fight, Danny floats over to Damian, John and Z. After making sure they’re all right he’s like “Maybe you can never do that again? Also tell me how and why you did that so I can banish that spell?” And Damian explains that it was meant to ensure that the infant twin he never knew had passed peacefully and clearly that was not the case. Danny blinks a few times, uh, a twin?

Damian goes through the shit, John explains that it was a familial summoning meant to be an advanced seance (hence the lack of safe guards to keep the entity in) and Z confirms that there was nothing special to it beyond that. 

Danny then explains, that uh, “I guess my parents weren’t kidding when they told me I was adopted. Hi? I’m your brother. Uh, I go by Danny though. Dan was me in a different timeline and he’s normally under super strict lockdown.” 

[nelkcats]

Found Family

John Constantine fucked it up, Clockwork is happy with the result.

It's no secret that John Constantine sells his soul a lot, and that he's made dubious deals, it's his specialty after all. So it was no surprise when he offered his first born child to multiple entities as part of various deals, in his opinion there was no risk, it was impossible for a baby to be born because of him.

So when Clockwork witnessed a drunken Constantine offer up a newborn as payment for breaking the rules of time travel he just shrugged, he knew the British wouldn't even remember that specific deal and his job was to find the better timelines, the Flash Family sure is going to be his future headache.

Clockwork was pretty sure a child wouldn't be born anyways, the chances were too small; For once, Clockwork was wrong, he didn't know how to feel when little Daniel was born to one of Constantine's many exes, the woman seemed honestly devastated, she wanted to give the child a good life but didn't know how.

It seemed that she was about to call John, her hands trembling as she tried to remember the number, but before she could break the news the baby disappeared from her arms, vanished as multiple laughs were heard in the hospital room. The woman immediately understood and started cursing the bastard of her ex for being so stupid as multiple contracts with the idiot signature materialized in her hands.

Clockwork began to consider his options as he stood in the center of a room with all the contractors, he could fight for the baby, he was an Ancient, but what was the point? He looked at the baby, waiting for a signal to tell him what to do; the baby stopped crying and looked at his multiple watches, laughing with joy.

And then he saw it, the possibilities that before were almost zero began to show themselves, the multiple futures of the boy: celebrations, tears, laught, the painful part? Clockwork was in all of them.

Even when he didn't directly raise him he was always there, he could see that the boy loved him and he loved him back. Time made a mistake and fall in love with the concept: permanence, family, home, that baby was everything so he made his decision.

Without much trouble he fought against all the entities, many could call him a cheater but he didn't care, time was his domain.

With Daniel in his arms he carried him to his haunt, avoiding the gaze of the observants, the baby laughed as his core purred "Welcome home, Danny" he whispered watching as the blue eyes fixed on him.

It didn't take a couple of days for Clockwork to decide to break his contract, he couldn't care less about Constantine and he hated the idea that Daniel belonged to him like an object of some kind, however he couldn't destroy the damn thing until he was sure that all the other contracts were burned (and he made sure of it)

At the end of the week his baby officially belonged to him, Constantine was really an idiot for giving the precious boy in his arms to the worst people. Frostbite and Pandora approved but they were worried.

"He is a human child Clockwork, you know we don't doubt you, but he can't grow up in the realms, you can't run away from the observants and steal human food forever" Frostbite told him.

"He is officially yours, but you need to let him go until the right time" Pandora said, she knew she might be sounding harsh, but she needed to make him understand.

Clockwork was very aware, every time he pointed out a star to Danny from his screens, every time he wrapped his cape around him, every time he kissed his forehead, he knew he had to let the baby go, that the Fentons had lost a baby and would be willing to take care of him.

Hell, he knew he could take care of the child and infiltrate the damn house but how long would it be until he could hold his baby again? hug him? it was undoubtedly painful to know the future but to live in the present, having to do the things that hurt most.

So he did, leaving Daniel (Danny, he'd like to be called Danny in the future) with his star blanket wrapped around him, he kissed the boy's forehead, and placed a bright green note in his basket "His name is Daniel, take good care of him please, and take him to the moon since i couldn't do it -C.W", with one last look he sighed as he returned to the Zone

"Everything is as it should be" he said, watching Daniel with his time screens.

He didn't leave it like that, the Fentons were honestly very distracted, pretty bad parents if he was being honest but for some reason he knew Danny would love them.

So he took it upon himself to fill in the missing details: an anonymous birthday present, a hot meal, a recipe book, glowing stars, little aids that only the children noticed. Jasmine was quite grateful to him for that.

What if there were nights where Danny fell asleep with a voice singing to him? Or if the sound of the clocks calmed him down? It was his business at the end of the day.

The years passed, inevitable things happened that the master of time himself refrained from preventing (His baby had to die, fate was very cruel to return the boy to him in that way).

Clockwork congratulated himself for not speaking to the boy until he overheard the Observants talking about killing his son and panicked, eventually introducing himself and trying to stay calm while helping with "The Dark Dan Incident"

It was a tough trip, filled with many cardiac attacks and the desire to choke ghosts (but he had to remember that Danny needed those experiences, it was for the best), there were also threats towards Frostbite when he saw the rural paintings, at least both the Yeti and the Goddess kept quiet about the adoption.

He really didn't want to scare Danny by saying "Hey, your biological dad sold you to me and I owned your soul until I decided to adopt you but couldn't talk to you until now, surprise"

So he maintained his cryptic attitude towards the boy until much later (he also enjoyed being cryptic), when he nearly fainted upon realizing that Danny's core had adopted him as a mentor and father. The guy himself was embarrassed to admit it confessing asking Frostbite about it.

To explain it better he advised Danny to ask his parents about his adoption, the boy seemed confused but agreed. Clockwork wasn't surprised when the boy appeared in the tower a few hours later, teary-eyed and a familiar green note in hand.

You see, contrary to popular belief Danny was aware that he was adopted, his parents didn't try to hide it, quite proud of that fact, but whenever he asked about his biological parents they shrugged without knowing what to say.

Clockwork's request was strange so he decided to ask one more time, his parents told him again about the night they found him, when they took out a green note claiming it came with his basket; he took it in hand, the color, the letters and the writer of the note were obvious, but his parents affirmed they had no idea who C.W was.

With a thank you and a farewell he returned to the realms, the note trembling in his hand as he asked for answers. And he received them, Clocky looked heartbroken by his distrust, but he explained everything that happened from his birth to the present.

Suddenly everything made sense to Danny: the watches, the food, the gifts his parents claimed they hadn't bought, the singing; Clockwork had taken care of him the best he could, but he couldn't do much trapped under the observants control, he frowned at the last part but ended up hugging his father.

Ironically, that was also the day Danny decided to hate his biological father, John Constantine was a bastard who would only give him paperwork, and he had sold him! To multiple entities! If it wasn't for Clocky he'd be even more dead!

When Danny finally turned 18 and was officially declared Ghost King, his life became a thousand times easier and a thousand times more difficult.

On one hand he had managed to remove the observants who now worked for Walker, and he had managed to free Clocky, on the other hand, he had a thousand responsibilities fallen on his shoulders and he felt tired just thinking about it.

Declaring Clockwork his adviser was a good idea, although he always ended up pouting when he asked him if he wouldn't wish to be king in his place, Clocky was the king's father, shouldn't he be king instead? The master of time just laughed and shook his head, telling him to go back to his paperwork.

The days locked in his office with the thousands of papers in the name of John Constantine only increased his resentment towards his biological father, months in which he had to request a time out just to review a specific section.

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It was a normal day after a routine visit from Jazz and Dani when Danny was summoned, his pleasant evening with Clocky (and yes, he could call him dad many times but the nickname just stuck) was interrupted when he felt the summon, he gave a sigh of suffering asking his father if he would come along, he just shrugged as Danny disappeared.

On the other hand, the Justice League was tense, someone had warned about the release of Kronos in the world and Diana couldn't be more worried, they contacted Justice League Dark and they confirmed the presence of multiple gods of time being released.

It was Constantine who offered the solution to summon the Ghost king, if many of those entities were "dead" he should have control over them; And since it was rumored that he was a new king, they might have a chance to strike a deal.

The problem was that the result of the summon was a boy with Lazarus green eyes who stepped out of the circle, directing his hateful eyes towards Constantine, Danny would recognize the bastard anywhere, he had asked his dad to show him.

At first Batman assumed that the color of his eyes meant that the boy was induced by the same anger as Jason, this seemed to be reaffirmed when he spoke trying to remain calm "Why did you summon me, father?" was the boy's cold question.

Constantine seemed to be going through eight stages of duel in seconds as the League came to a standstill, Zatanna shot an incredulous look at her partner as a crown of ice and a white ring materialized on the boy, who crossed his arms.

The objects at least affirmed that this was the king they were looking for. Danny sighed and managed to calm down, this really was an unpleasant revelation, out of pettiness he cast his icy gaze at Constantine, freezing his feet to the ground.

It was then that Wonder Woman stepped forward, Batman was evaluating the entity next to her, even though he was calm his eyes remained the same, he had to reconsider his initial observations "Your Highness, we are here for a request"

"And what would that request be?" Danny questioned with boredom, once he had decided to ignore the Constantine in the room he simply put his mind in treat this as a business meeting.

"We have heard rumors about the release of Kronos along with multiple time entities, we fear that he is planning something against you or us" spoke the princess "We wanted you to confirm those suspicions and if they are true, help us stop them"

Danny frowned "His release doesn't concern you, even less if it's in my domain" he spoke seriously, he remembered that Clocky had told him that his lack of "management" by the observants could be read badly for the other realms, he knew that could include being confused for different entities, his father had many names at the end of the day.

"Your Highness, excuse the rudeness but I don't think you understand the seriousness of the matter" Diana said annoyed by the lack of reaction.

Danny just sneered "I think I totally get it, your sources are wrong, if they are free or not, they are not planning anything"

"I don't think it's your place to make such statements." Superman frowned.

"Oh really? I think it's my place to know if my dad is planning something" he let that revelation stay in the minds of the heroes, he wondered how many times they would be surprised in a day

"Sorry, I thought Constantine was your father?" Flash asked, sounding concerned.

"Constantine is my biological father, yes, however Kronos or whatever you call him is my adoptive father, he taked care of me since I was a baby" the halfa rolled his eyes.

"That's not possible, Kronos has been dead for a long time" Zatanna was worried by that new information.

"You have a God on your team and you wonder if it's possible to totally kill them? Because most of the time the answer is no" Danny shrugged.

"But he was trapped" Diana was sure of that.

"Yes, he was" Danny spoke, resentment ringing in his voice "I released him"

"Are you out of your mind!?" Green Lantern yelled, forgetting he was in front of a King "He obviously planned that, he probably plans to conquer the world!"

"Have you considered that he might be manipulating you?" questioned Batman with a soft voice.

"He's not manipulating me and he couldn't care less about the world, if he really wanted it he'd have it in seconds" Danny bristled at the calming victim tone and the sad eyes around him, honestly they were stupid, If Clocky wanted to rule the world, he would let it be instead of looking for a better future for everyone.

"Okay, everyone calm down, it's obvious that if he've been with him since he was a baby his influence has reached far, we should try to separate them and connect him with his biological father, everything will be fine son" Superman nodded.

"My son isn't going with some idiot wizard with no appreciation for his own soul" the topic of conversation in question appeared next to Danny, at the most dramatic moment possible.

Danny was about to yell at the heroes to stop treating him like a victim or a child when his dad put a hand on his shoulders, clearly trying to calm him down. He sighed and lunged at Clocky, hiding inside his cloak.

"Kronos what are you planning?" Diana spoke resentfully "manipulating a child is going too far"

"I was planning on enjoying tea at our house before some idiots decided to play being God" Clockwork rolled his eyes "And as much as it pains me to say it: Danny stopped being a child a long time ago, in case you forgot it he's a king, the king of all the dead and a god of his own"

"Is this your plan? become the King of the dead? Because you're not going to get away with it" Diana asked, suspicious.

"Do you have selective hearing? Cause I would love for dad to be king in my place but he really doesn't want to" Danny snorted "And since you're not going to treat this meeting seriously we're leaving, as much as I love the space this is really ruining it for me"

"You can not go away! You have to let us help you" Flash yelled worried.

"No, you don't have the right to decide that, so I'm going to go back home, drink my tea and make cookies with dad while you guys figure out how to thaw that bastard over there" Danny finally pointed at Constantine shivering in the cold as he looked at him in shock, Clockwork laughed at his side.

"I'd say it was nice to meet you, but it wasn't, don't expect much help from the dead, we're really not in the mood; go over tips on treating royals properly next time" Clockwork said a last goodbye and left.

Both the King and the God of time disappeared with the circle, along with the materials to perform the ritual; it seemed like they really didn't want to be contacted again

"That really didn't turn out as we expected" Billy muttered, he hadn't wanted to talk during the meeting because he didn't consider that either of the two beings was lying. They looked like father and son, just tired and fed up.

"We will have to evaluate this new threat, it is impossible that his words were completely true, Constantine, find out why that boy hates you so much" Batman ordered.

"I sold him" The hellbazer whispered.

"Sorry, what?" Zatanna stopped what she was doing.

"He hate me because I sold him" John passed his hands over his eyes "I didn't even consider this possible, I'm not supposed to have fucking kids, now it makes so much sense why she's avoiding me"

"She?" Superman asked

"Yeah, one of my exes tried to kill me, she keep yelling about me being an idiot and underestimating the consequences of my acts, I thought it was something normal, you know? I should have known better" He shrugged, the ice had melted but the cold stayed in his bones.

Batman took a deep breath, trying to calm down and not kill the man on the spot. "Who did you sell him to?"

"Many entities" Constantine bit his lip, embarrassed "could have sold him to Kronos for everything we know"

"You are a complete asshole and I understand why the boy does not want to see you" Zatanna spoke completely tired.

"So Kronos can own him for all we know? that's just awful" Diana was disgusted.

"It wasn't supposed to happen, evading contract liability is my specialty not dealing with the consequences" Constantine was stressed.

"This got much more complicated, we'll see how to break your son's contract and separate him from Kronos, maybe you can fix things after that" The dark knight spoke, he hated magic.

Billy refrained from mentioning that Kronos and the King didn't seem to be under a contract, or whatever his teammates were thinking, they looked like family, which for an orphan is pretty obvious.

But he knew that his companions wouldn't take his remarks seriously, so he just sighed in resignation. Maybe the League will remember that those two were from another dimension and royalty that they shouldn't anger, he really hopes they will remember soon.

For their part, Clockwork and Danny returned to their Tower now located next to the palace, deciding to prepare cookies for the visit of Sam & Tucker, one of the time screens was next to them, showing the League discussing the supposed problem.

Danny was quite annoyed that they were deciding things for him and calling his father bad but Clockwork brushed it off, they wouldn't get very far with the palace guards if they even managed to find a portal to the Realms, or even get to the palace itself.

"It's fine Daniel, everything is as it should be"

[charlietheepicwriter7]

I'm obsessive over my Constantine Jr Au (which still needs a fic name for, I'm open to suggestions) because

this is a cranky danny. he's spent years fighting with no end in sight, with parents who he can't trust and his only companions never truly understanding what he's going through.

he vapes CBD for the pain he's constantly in. he drank alco/hol once to help him sleep, but his parents smelt it on his breath and, just like with their research, took that to believe EVERYTHING they'd ever suspected about danny to be true: that he drinks, he does dru/gs, he's in a gang. the only thing they've never suspected their son of--being a ghost--is the one thing he actually does.

then, right on the cusp of eighteen and freedom, he gets outed. AND transformed into a seven-year-old.

this is not a danny who is willing to play at being a child. and if anyone tries to, they're in for a foul time.

Danny was 17, transformed into a 7 year old and hides in Bludhaven, and is 8 when the police finally figure out that, hey, this weird kid who keeps altering us to crime scenes is usually right on the money about who the killer is, we should investigate that. Officer Grayson is on the case!

And discovers that he absolutely can't STAND this kid.

He thought he liked kids! Everyone thought he liked kids! but this kid...

This isn't called the Constantine Jr AU because Danny is a supernatural detective, or because Danny might be Constantine's kid. Its because Danny is an unrepentant little bas/tard and he makes it everyone's problem.

Danny vapes and blows bubblegum smoke in Grayson's face.

He takes out a flask and Grayson's grabs it, learning its full of orange juice. Danny then takes out a second flask, this one with vod/ka.

He wears a trenchcoat he found in the trash (the same trenchcoat Nightwing wears in DC vs Vampires, if you know you know) but the end and the sleeves are cut off for his hands and legs. the pockets are roughly around his knees.

Grayson is desperate to figure out more about this kid, but he doesn't go to batman because, time-line wise, this is right before red hood starts running around. Jason is dead/alive-in-hiding, Tim is Robin, and Dick is mad about it. (ages-- Bruce: ? Nightwing: 24 Jason: 19 Tim: 15 Danny: 8 Damien: 7-8)

he doesn't really bond with the kid until they're both kidnapped by a gang for hostages, and Danny's big kid emotions get a hold of him (he thought he could escape them bc he's an adult, he's gone through worse, but nope! child brain chemistry). Grayson is worried that he's hurt and in pain, but Danny confesses that he's always in pain. he has nerve damage all over his body, and the only thing he really trusts is CBD. He feels like shit for taking his juul away, but more importantly, because he's been treating Danny like a irritant and just a little kid.

they get rescued and Grayson tries to take him back to his home, but Danny reveals he's homeless, saying something like "I sleep where it suits me, just drop me off whereever."

Absolutely not, Grayson is taking kid back to his place for a bed, food, and a shower, in whatever order the kid wants.

Danny stays semi-perminantly at his apartment, but Nightwing tries not to push it, because this kid practically screams flight risk. unfortunately, the paparazzi have nothing better to do and snap a pick of Grayson and Danny getting dinner together, speculating that Dick's taken after Bruce

Danny doesn't care too much; I think his ghost form is the same, if glitchy, so his parents don't know about the deaging. Grayson is mildly panicking, but its not like he HASN'T been considering adopting the evil troglodyte. Even Bruce, Tim, and Alfred aren't the problem.

No, the problem is the Red Hood, a crime boss who just cut 8 people's heads off, seeing what looks like Nightwing pulling an innocent kid into the neverending fight against crime and Seeing Green.

Edit: Had to censor sh!t because ths wasn't showing up in the tags

[ynbabe]

Young Justice x male reader- incorrect quotes

Robin, setting down a card: Ace of spades

Y/N, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Wally, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you

Kaldur, trembling: What are we playing

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*Robin is cooking*

Y/N: Any chance that’s for me?

Robin: It’s for Kaldur. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need them on my side.

Wally: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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Robin: *Screams*

Y/N: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Wally: Should we do something?

Kaldur, hoping that someone can finally get the ninja child to chill: No, I want to see who wins.

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Robin: Bye Y/N! Bye Wally! Bye Kaldur! Bye Artemis! Bye Y/N!

Wally: You said ‘bye Y/N’ twice.

Robin: I like Y/N.

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Robin: You kidnapped Y/N? That’s illegal!

Wally: But Robin, what’s more illegal? Briefly, inconveniencing Y/N, or destroying our dreams?

Robin: Kidnapping Y/N, Wally!!!

Kaldur, meeting his celebrity inspiration: Robin, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them!

Robin: What, to kidnap people?!?!

Kaldur: To work together!

Robin: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?!

Artemis: Robin, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.

Y/N, teenage orphan heir in Gotham who is feared by everyone for reasons: *Happy to be there* Uh do I get a say in this?

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Robin: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it.

Kaldur: Robin no.

Y/N: Mistlefoe.

Kaldur: Please stop.

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Robin: WHY. why did you give Wally a KNIFE?!

Y/N: I’m sorry. He said he felt unsafe.

Robin: Now I feel unsafe!

Y/N: I’m sorry.

Y/N: ... would you like a knife?

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Robin: Y/N and I don’t use pet names.

Wally: I see. Hey, what do I call tacos?

Robin: My love?

Y/N: Yes, Di?

Robin:

Wally: Don't ever lie to my face again.

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Robin: How's the sexiest person here~?

Y/N: I don't know, how are you~?

Robin, flustered: I-

Wally, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!

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Robin: How do I deal with my enemies?

Y/N: Kill them

Robin: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution

Y/N: Kill them only a little?

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Robin: Jail is no fun. I’ll tell you that much.

Y/N, went to Blackgate undercover for funsies: Oh, you’ve been?

Robin, protected by the big bat for now: Once. In Monopoly.

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Robin: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Y/N, who has pissed off the entire Justice League and the league of villains: Oh, I’m always running

Y/N: The question is from what

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Robin: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Y/N, accidentally emotionally adopted by John Constantine: How am I supposed to know?

Wally: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Y/N: *sighs*

Y/N: You wouldn't be trapped.

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Wally: Y/N and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Robin: *Sighing* What did Y/N do?

Wally: He chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Y/N: Who wants a steering wheel?

Guys I'm stuck in writers block, pls request or suggest any new characters or fandoms I can write for!!!!

[definesanity]

Lords and Dames That Sung in The Chapels on a Sunday

There was a library in Laplace, which many borrowed books from. Likewise, there is one in the SPDM, too.

Due to circumstances, the one from the former to had to help the latter, leaving Mesmer Jr. to take the part as the librarian in Laplace.

Which also meant she had to deal with the genius herself.

Every so often, at the exact same time, she always came by. Either to borrow or return a book, and always making sure to say at least one thing to Mesmer Jr. before she left.

It made her want to tear out Vertin's throat and--

Vertin came towards the desk, holding a borrowed book. "Good day, Mesmer Jr."

"...Good day, Vertin." replied the girl who did not want any interaction with any Arcanist ever. "Returning?"

"Yes, I am," she passed over the book to the Mesmer child. "I found it quite interesting, if quite morbid."

It was, of all things, a book detailing Jack The Ripper. Insane.

Mesmer's expression did not shift, but she did look from the book to Vertin. "I did not expect you to enjoy such grotesque stories, Miss Vertin."

"I don't, really," she replied, face equally stoney. "But I found it interesting on the many factors involved with the cases in 1888 Whitechapel."

"'Factors', you say?" Mesmer Jr. replied. No one else was in the library, meaning she had to keep the conversation going. "Like what? The police dogs?"

"Indeed," Vertin nodded, which was not what Mesmer was expecting. "The Metropolitan police failed with a number of aspects; using bloodhounds was one of them."

"I hope you realise that the story isn't true."

"I know, yes; I still find it intriguing. Moreso when you consider the fact we still know not many details of Jack the Ripper."

"And why, pray tell, are you so enamoured with that madman?"

Vertin shrugged. "A current interest. And, it helps to converse with others."

"Ah, yes. Because people would love to discuss serial killers." Mesmer rolled her eyes.

"And what we are doing right now, then?"

"..." Mesmer paused. Then, placed the book back on the shelf. "Are you here to borrow another book, Miss Vertin?"

"No, just wanted to return it." Vertin gave a smile and a bow. "Good day."

She started to walk out.

After a moment, Mesmer followed after her.

"You appearing every day is a plot, isn't it?"

Vertin shook her head. "Not at all."

"You had never used the library prior to my starting there. You must have a reason behind it."

"..." Vertin looked, for once, conflicted. Eventually, she gave a short sigh. "A guilty consciousness. That is all."

"And who's fault is that, hm?" Mesmer Jr replied, her tone clipped. "Need I remind you of--?"

"Mesmer." Vertin's voice cut her off. It was quiet, but Mesmer could hear anger in it.

"Oh? Touched a nerve, did I? I'm surprised that exposed nerve hasn't healed yet, all these years later."

"Mesmer, I'm warning you." Vertin's expression was stormy, eyes narrowed.

"Now you're warning, huh? Could have saved a group of innocent children, had you warned us!" she wasn't shouting, but her voice had been raised.

"Mesmer."

"Oh, no, but you thought you had everything planned out, didn't you?! Our dear little girl, our dear little genius, a leader for a group of children!"

"Mesmer!"

"And look where we are now, Vertin:" she stared directly at Vertin, hatred in her eyes. "Us, alive. And Isabella and The Ring? De--"

SLAP.

It took both parties to register what had happened. Vertin was the first, eyes filled with fury. "THE FOUNDATION KNEW, DAMN IT!"

Mesmer Jr. placed a hand near her right cheek, feeling a stinging sensation. "What did--?"

Vertin grabbed a hold of both of Mesmer Jr.'s hands, and slammed her against the wall, staring down at her, body shaking in pure, unadulterated, anger.

"Every move we made on that day, every fight, every step, even the timing in which we defeated Lilya? All planned by Constantine."

Mesmer had never seen this side of Vertin before. Like all bubbles, you can only make it grow so much before it bursts. And in this case, it bursted violently and swiftly.

"There was no way of knowing I'd lead them to their deaths!" Vertin exclaimed, their voice now slightly hysterical from 4 years worth of repressed feelings and emotions. "And no way in knowing I'd become the Timekeeper!"

She squeezed hard on Mesmer's arms, and the girl knew it would leave rashes. "So for once, in your goddamn life, DON'T. RUSH. TO CONCLUSIONS."

With a rough sigh, she let go of Mesmer Jr's arms. And, without looking back, left.

Mesmer slid down the wall, and looked at her arms. Peeling back the sleeves, she saw red start to form.

She should be hateful. She should go and report Vertin. Heck, she can, right now.

...But then...

Why is it that she feels...

...She deserves this?

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She did not often use Arcanium. But this was an exception.

She used it to stop the rashes from vanishing from her arms, and spent the next day trying to figure out what was going on.

Mesmer Jr. thought on Vertin. Not the Timekeeper, not that small, idiotic child, but Vertin.

And found that, no matter how hard she could, she could not feel any distate towards her. If she tried, all she felt would be... an empty feeling.

Vertin was just... Vertin. A girl thrust into a role she did not want.

Like herself, in some ways.

She rolled down her sleeves, and got to work.

She thought during it, too.

Arcanists were chaotic, it's in their nature.

It was Constantine who showed her that...

She stopped dead in her tracks in her room.

Was that... also apart of what happened--?

"That's a curious expression."

She turned to face the intruder, a mask set immediately. "Get out, X."

X did not listen, that smile on his lips taunting her. "You know, being a researcher, my field often overlaps with others. In this case, I can safely say I can fully understand that you're experiencing some... interesting emotions."

"..." Mesmer Jr. sighed. "No, you know what? I don't have enough energy to deal with you. Good day."

She slammed her head into the desk, and as planned, fell unconscious.

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She woke back up in her own bed. She could tell it was, because she was the only one to have air fresheners in her room.

Her eyes didn't have to adjust to the light, it being low in brightness, and saw a retreating figure.

One with a top hat.

"Wait." she rasped out.

Vertin stopped. Then, turned around.

"Hello, Mesmer." she said. "I... owe you an--"

"If you're going to apologise, then let me do it." she said, controlling her breathing as the headache (unexpected) began to set in. "I provoked you. It was only natural you'd respond, what with so much repressed emotions."

Vertin stayed silent, but she looked momentarily surprised. Not that Mesmer Jr. could blame her. She isn't one to be trustworthy, after everything.

"...What I'm trying to say is..." she breathed in and out, struggling to get the words out. Saying aorry is not something she often does. And for good reason. But in this case...

"...I'm... sorry, for my behaviour."

Vertin looked at her. And then, smiled. "Thank you for being honest. I also apologise, although that is for the..." she trailed off, and Mesmer rolled her eyes.

"I wouldn't have kept the rashes if I didn't want to. Whatever you did, it made me think on a number of things; the fact that I have never gotten to know Vertin was one of them."

Vertin, once more, looked quite surprised. "...If that is the case... when you have recovered, would you care to do that?"

Mesmer looked at Vertin. And, for a split second, Vertin swore she saw the lips of the girl upturn. "Provided there is coffee. It is not often that I indulge, and I want to make sure that I do not perish due to boredom during it."

Vertin gave a nod, smiling. And then left, leaving Mesmer Jr. alone once more with her thoughts.

She looked over to her bedside.

It was a music player, and it has a cassette in it. She leaned over and turned it on.

A song she did not recognise started to play. And the calmness to it, like being near a beach, lulled her into a sleep.

She did not recall the dream. But when she woke up, she found her lips in a smile.

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She drank from her coffee slowly and carefully, taking time to enjoy every ounce of it.

As she said, she did not partake in it often. But if there is one thing Mesmer Jr. enjoys, it is the taste of espresso. A comfort, in a world of stupidity and nonsense...

Speaking of nonsensical, Mesmer Jr. looked at Vertin, who drank heartily from a cup of mocha.

The two sat in silence in the Suitcase. There was no one here but them.

Mesmer Jr. took the time to truly study Vertin. Her face was a healthy flush, and Mesmer could smell remains of soap and deodorant on her.

"For the record, pineapple does not suit you." Mesmer Jr. commented.

"It was the only one I had at that current moment." Vertin replied.

The two, once again, went into silence. It felt... strange. One was meant to hate the other and, yet, that very same person who sat there did, in fact, not hate the other one.

Hatred is an emotion that is something Mesmer feels often, mostly towards those in the ward. And, yet, she felt none towards Vertin.

And it annoys her greatly.

"If you don't mind me asking..." Vertin spoke up. "You have heard quite a bit about me, either thorough Laplace or the Foundation; so, would you like to share anything about yourself?"

"Not particularly," Mezmer Jr. immediately replied. "...But, since you are insisting, there was this one event I can remember from my childhood.

"When I was younger, I just so happened to write down my thoughts or any passing interests on pieces of paper. This came to bite me as, one day, my father noticed them and brought me downstairs.

"'Jane, Jane!' he yelled, waving the piece of paper in his hand. 'Look at how intelligent our daughter is! It is certainly a strange way of seeing the world, but one oh so interesting!'"

Mesmer Jr. looked deeply unimpressed. "My mother took the paper, gave it a quick glance, looked at my father, and said: 'James. These are the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody."

A small but noticeable snort came from Vertin upon hearing this.

"After that, I can't remember any more, because I was sent to the SPDM." she gave another sip of her coffee. "By the way, having all that sugar could lead to a heart attack."

Vertin immediately put the cube of sugar she had in her hand down. "And you?"

Mesmer Jr. took another sip. "I will be fine. I measured the exact amount I needed and used it."

"I've always noticed that you recall the times of ceratin things; it's rare to meet someone with a photographic memory."

"Well, congratulations to you." Mesmer Jr. remarked, and finished her drink. "..."

She looked away. And then, back. "...Thank you for the coffee, Vertin."

"My pleasure," Vertin smiled. And then stood up. "And, before you go..."

She passed a gift box to her. "Here. Sorry if it's nothing special."

Mesmer Jr. gave a non-committal hum and left the room.

She arrived back at her own in the Suitcase, and opened the box.

It was a plant. A very distinctive one, too.

Lycoris radiata. The red spider lily.

She could have simply returned it. And left it be. A memory.

Instead, she held it gently, and stared.

And stared.

And stared.

And, then, as the stared, she noted a feeling inside of her stomach.

A flutter, as she stared at the gift in her hands.

Maybe...

---------------

They met again and again, over the course of three weeks.

During that time, Medicine Pocket was seen entering Mesmer Jr.'s room and later seen leaving via running out, their right hand broken. Both parties deny that Mesmer Jr. had any influence.

During it, both also thought more on each other.

Vertin saw Mesmer Jr. as an enigma, one that had many mysteries, and Vertin was curious about each and every one of them.

She was a girl that had so many things go wrong for her, and no one was there to help pick up the pieces. During that short time, Vertin felt as if she had gotten to know someone she both knew, and did not know both at the same time.

She... loved Mesmer Jr. And she knew that Mesmer would never return it.

To Mesmer Jr., she saw Vertin much like the flower she was given. Mesmer Jr. knew both of their hands were dirty with many deeds, but Mesmer Jr. learnt something during these interactions:

That fluttering was caused by intense emotional responses. In layman's terms, she... loved Vertin.

And that scared her, more than it did disgust her.

She did not want to become the one Vertin loved, as Mesmer did not want anything bad to happen to her.

Mesmer was afraid. Afraid and, she can admit to herself, cowardly.

And, yet...

That gentle embrace gave both new worries and made old ones vanish.

"Mesmer..."

The two stood in silence. A gentle one, once more.

And, very slowly, Mesmer held Vertin, too.

"...Jane."

"Hm?" Vertin looked at Mesmer, who looked back.

"When it is merely you and I, call me by my first name."

Vertin nodded. And smiled to herself.

Jane Mesmer Jr. What a beautiful name.

------------------------------------------

The door opened, and Vertin looked up. "Hello, Jane."

"Don't." Mesmer said, sitting down on her bed. "I know that I said I wanted to try and talk to other Arcanists, why did you stick me with Regulus?"

"She was the only one available."

"..." Mesmer sat in silence. Then, looked up. "My term as the temporary librarian has come to a close. I was informed on my way back five minutes and thirty-one seconds ago."

"Shame," Vertin said. "I... enjoyed you being there."

"You only did to come and see me. And, besides, Jack the Ripper?"

"It was the only book I saw at the time," Vertin tried to defend herself.

Still, Mesmer looked at her. And then, sighed. "I suppose... as far as Arcanists go, anyways... you..."

"..."

"...'

Mesmer looked at Vertin, a very small, but still there, smile on her face. "You are... alright, I suppose."

[tgrailwar-zero]

*bows*

Thank you Rikyu for your understanding and please pass along our sincere gratitude to Koma for staying your hand. Our earnest goal right now is to aid the Solar Cell in its fight against the Titan so that the Heavenly Deity need not wake and thus the humanity both within and without the Solar Cell may stay safe. Even if the rage was not our own, we were still the instruments it used to wreck destruction across this burgeoning land and so we pursue that goal to atone. In the name of full transparency, we also hope to reclaim at least the memories of who we were before we were made into a tool and perhaps even find a way to separate back into individual people.

RIKYU: "Very well then. If this 'Titan' is the one that is responsible for snuffing out so many innocent souls, then this 'Titan' will face the 'Blackness' within Rikyu, and we have a common enemy."

RIKYU: "However, the bout is in the morning, so we'd best rest ourselves."

With that, you gently guided by RIKYU back to the streets of the Megalopolis. MUSASHI approached, looking clearly a bit worried.

MUSASHI: "God, there you all are! I could feel my tether to you get real strained- what happened?"

She squinted at you, before sighing.

MUSASHI: "...Okay. We're going back. You've got a 'we just had a harrowing experience and we're mentally exhausted' energy about you, and I wouldn't want to exacerbate it. So let's just… get you back. We can chat about it in the morning."

It wasn't a long walk back to the hotel. The ritzy atmosphere was either relaxing or even more stuffy, depending on your perspective of things. Luckily, MUSASHI remembered the Room number for the key, and stuck close to you as she guided you down the hallway. You stopped at the door as she knocked.

MUSASHI: "Huh? Is Little Miss Empress not here?"

She put her hands on her hips, and then on her swords, as if considering cutting the door open. However, reason kicked in and she simply decided to walk back to the lobby with you to wait.

After a few minutes, you heard the gentle sound of snoring down the hallway and saw three figures approaching.

'LITTLE GUY': "Uooahh… zz…."

NERO: "Ah. You're back. I hope you weren't waiting outside for too long."

MUSASHI: "You two look nice. Well, Rider's dressed all dapper as usual, but you're… phew. Well, I better keep my thoughts to myself."

CONSTANTINE: "Antecessor Nero and I went out to investigate the city with the little one. He fell asleep about halfway through, though."

NERO: "Alas, with the little one in tow, I couldn't engage in some of the more… enticing vices presented by the city. However, it was a fine way of getting a feel for the locale."

CONSTANTINE: "Right. We met someone, 'Duryodhana', was his name. He had apparently met you all earlier in one of the casinos."

NERO: "We began discussing the upcoming Bout. You all were planning on registering, right? That man, 'Duryodhana', claimed that he would be a shoe-in for victory. I disagreed, and Constantinus made a wager before things got out of hand."

CONSTANTINE: "It's a rather simple gamble. If you place second, he promised us an audience with the Pharaoh. If you place first, then he'll grant an audience, and provide us with what he declared is a 'worthwhile prize'. If we don't fulfill either one of those goals, then we'll owe him a favor."

As the RIDER and the CASTER explained themselves, you walked back to the room, NERO fishing a key out from... well, somewhere, and using it to open the door.

MUSASHI: "Ooooh, making bets on the Master's behalf? Rather careless of you, isn't it?"

CONSTANTINE: "It's not ideal, but I figured the odds were in our favor. That, and it was the only way to swiftly de-escalate the argument. If I've overstepped, I can find Duryodhana in the morning and tell him that the deal is off."

He sighed, adjusting the child on his back.

CONSTANTINE: "…I'm going to put this one to bed. You all should rest as well. Nero says there should be enough rooms for everyone, at least with our group split as it is. See you in the morning, Masters."

With that, CONSTANTINE walked up the stairs to the suite, cradling the LITTLE GUY in his arms. You felt the magical 'tug' from his presence lighten slightly, but not go entirely slack. With the type of person your RIDER was, he was most likely finding a good position to keep vigil, either over the room or the building, you weren't sure.

MUSASHI: "That's not a terrible idea. I think I'll just meditate in my Spirit Form, though. Night, Masters! Let's kick some butt tomorrow, okay?"

Like the wind, she vanished. The only one left being the CASTER.

NERO: "…"

The Emperor stared at you for a moment, as if trying to discern something. Whether she found what she was looking for or not, she smiled and lightly clapped her hands together.

NERO: "I'm going to bed. If you require something of me, at least knock first so that I may make myself decent. Or not, I have no shame in my body. Either way... goodnight, my Ensemble. Sweet dreams."

You watched her walk up the steps, claiming a room to herself.

It was quiet now. Really just you and your collective barrage of thoughts. Even with the big day tomorrow, it seemed like there was a lot riding on your shoulders. The Solar Cell, the Void Cell, your past… question… after question… after question. You could feel exhaustion on your shoulders, though it wasn't that deep into the night.

You found your way into a room, and for the first time in what seemed like a long time, had an actually restful night's sleep.

Which was good. Because you felt as if you were going to have a VERY busy few days coming up with the Flaming Bout.

[wolfsbanesparks]

We know that Lady Blaze and Lord Satanus made the switch from being super man villains to Captain Marvel villains in the comics, but are there any other DC villains you think could have made the switch over to being Captain Marvel's villains, too? Or the opposite, a villain of Captain Marvel going over to another superhero?

Ooh how fun!

Okay villains that could crossover to be Captain Marvel villains, in no particular order:

Klarion: as a Lord of Chaos, he's a bit more of a grey character than an outright villain, but I think they'd be good frenemies. Like Klarion causes chaos that Cap has to run around and set right but it's not necessarily hurting anyone. Also since Klarion is an eternal child, he'd be able to connect with Billy, convince him not to grow up so fast. (It's extra interesting if this is a Billy who also doesn't really age).

Mr Mxyzptlk: another Superman villain who is a 5th dimensional being that can only ve defeated by tricking into saying his own name (or some variation thereof). I can just see this rivalry playing out as an almost game, whoever says their word first loses. We'd get to see Cap flex his wisdom and implement creative solutions to the problem.

Circe: she is a character based on the mythological figure and typically fights Wonder Woman. She is a powerful witch with a grudge against the gods which can easily be transferred to the Champion of those gods. I can see her being a magical adversary who was on par with and at odds with Shazam too, so Cap would have to deal with her magical schemes.

Captain Marvel villains that could work for other heroes:

Mr Mind: fighting Green Lantern. So Mr. Mind is an alien (from Venus) who can control minds and may very well be an intergalactic criminal. The GL corps can reasonably want to take him down, sending in the GL from the same sector. I also have said before that pitting the characteristic willpower of a GL against his mind control would be really cool.

Sabbac: fighting Constantine. Obviously Sabbac has his roots in the occult, getting his powers from major demons, sometimes requiring blood sacrifice to seal the deal. It very much reads to me as a villain that Constantine may reasonably come across. I can see him trying (and failing) to stop the rise of Sabbac and being forced to use underhanded tricks to revert him to his human form and bind his powers.

Mr Atom: fighting Superman. Mr Atom is a giant near indestructible robot that wants to destroy humanity. Superman is one of the few heroes who would be strong enough to fight him, but his own compassion for humans and Earth would be a great contrast against Mr. Atom.

If you've got other suggestions I'd love to hear them!

[yume-tsuki]

Mordred and Gawain (I don't know how much parts I have already, but this is the one before the last actualy. Just totally forgott to publish Gawain with text) Mordred had walked through  the hallway he  looked for his foster mother when he run into Meliodas infront of Isolde’s room. >>where is mommy?<< >>She is with Isolde little one. But you can’t go to her now.<< he said with sad eyes. Isolde lay in her sick bed since weeks now and it got worse after they got the package* from the kidnapper. Elizabeth had told him that she lost her live spirit and if nothing happened  she maybe wouldn’t woke up one day. >>Why don’t you look for someone else to play with?<< >>Why not you?<< >>I-I can’t I will stay with Elizabeth and my sons wife<< he noticed his eyes getting wet. What if Tristan returns with his grandson but Isolde was gone? >>You sad?<< >>I am little Mordred, I am.<< Mordred looked to Meliodas who quick turned around and went back to Elizabeth. Alone he wandered through the castle till he found himself in front of tower stairs. Normally he wasn’t allowed to walk them all alone, but he was bored and did what he wanted to do. Up stairs he opened a door, a knight sit on the wall looking over the city. She looked back to the boy. >>Hey tot!<< >>What are you doing here?<< >>Looking over Lioness, they need me as long as Lady Isolde and the King and Queen aren’t able to.<< Gawain saw how the boy tried to get up the wall but failed, till she helped him get up. Long time(for Mordred at last) they sit there just looking around. >>how long do you look?<< >>Till Tristan and the others are back, hopefully with the kids. I can’t stand seeing Isolde suffer so bad.<< >>She bad sick  Mommy and Daddy* doesn’t want to play with me anymore.<< Modred seemed near to tears. >>I know your feels, live is shit sometimes and you want to cry all the time, give up, get hope again just to let it be crushed ones more till everything turns out somehow…or you learn to live with it.<< Mordred looked confused, he barely understood what Gawain had told him, but she looked even as sad as his foster father Meliodas. >>You’ sad too right?<< >>I am. But you know I’m even more scared. Not as much as Isolde but enough that I dream more than ones about my friends and their offspring’s laying death somewhere and I can’t be with them. It hurts deeply.<< >>Like Belly pain?<< >>mhh, yes, like really bad belly pain!<< she tickled him for a second before sopping, and pull herself together. >>I don’t like sadness, everyone is so sad then.<<Morded stroke her arm >>me too, little Morded, me too,I realy hate it and it will never stop till we now if they come back or not. That’s why Isolde is still in her sick bed. Oh Tristan come back you Idiot, she will die.<< she looked to the horizon.... ______________ *Meliodas and Elizabethe are Mordreds foster parents. he calls them by their names when he is older. **in a future part Constantine tried to fight back the boss of the slave drivers, when he saw one of his eyes turning into demon mode he took it from the child sending it to Meliodas to let him suffer

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost a helpline part 10

Uncle Tucker part 2: conversations are had and the Masters family finally move to Gotham.

Diana could practically see her comrades sputtering at the Captains words. She felt conflicted, “I understand Marvel you are also my brother in arms. The trust I have in all of you because of that is very important to me. We are not writing her off as a threat nor are we going to go after her.” At this she threw a pointed look at Bruce, “We just want some information on her that’s all. We don’t know anything about her and are justified in being cautious. “

“From my understanding you all decided it was a good idea to contact her not the other way around. And now the Batman is going to do what he does best and come up with contingencies because he feels insecure.”

Diana put her hand on Clark’s tense shoulder.

“Captain that is not-“

“The same way you’ve been trying to find my weaknesses for years. So if you’re that desperate to find one then here. She is my weakness and if anything happens to her I don’t know what will happen. Do you understand me?”

“Marvel! We are not-“

“Understood.” Batman grunted, “I still have questions.”

“So do I.”

Diana looked between them and shared a look with Clark, hopeful Batman would know what not to ask…. Clark opened his mouth first, “You two were in a war?”

A grin, “What did you think I just made up the Captain part of my name for kicks?” a humorless laugh left him.

“Right that makes sense, you’ve been around along time but isn’t she too young.”

“In a way, Konstelacio is considered a ‘forever child’ uhh she’s pretty much stuck that age.”

“So she just has the body of a teen but is actually an adult.”

“No she is a kid, and always will be. She’s just sorta stuck. She may have lived a long life but she’s still a child.”

Diana pondered over it. It’s wasn’t anything she didn’t expect. She was even use to it, on Paradise Island children were taught to fight, to kill when necessary. War was something Diana knew. But it felt wrong.

“A demon child with resources, connections and reality altering powers.”

“She’s a child who loves her family, collects trinkets and helps people.”

“But who exactly is she helping. What is stopping her from being summoned by Lex Luthor or Felix Faust or any number of villains.”

“She can decide who to help and who not to help you know. They can’t force her. Trust me they’d be sorry if they tried.”

“You just said she’s a child, anything could happen. They wouldn’t have to force her when they could manipulate her.”

Diana smiled leave it to Bruce to care about a child he barely meet, even when he was scared of them.

“Also we can’t just allow a potential danger to run around buying souls.”

Diana took it back, Bruce was making a mess.

—- —- —-

Konstelacio followed the guard to the sitting room, Uncle Tuckers kingdom always felt comfortable to her. It was warm, sun filled and quite frankly Konstelacio had a lot of leeway here. A type of get out of jail free card that made her feel safe, but also nervous. She would not embarrass her family again, not here.

She bowed to her uncle as he entered the room, “I greet Pharaoh Tuck, Prince Consort to High King Phant-“

“That is enough my constellation, Princess Violet how many times must I ask that you call me Uncle?”

“I only mean to show my respect.”

“None needed come here. Tell me what I can do.”

“What I didn’t !” Had he heard from Dan already?

“Come on Violet I know you and I know that if you came here for help it must be something big.” Her Uncles smiles always looked genuine, she loved them.

“It’s a long story.”

“Eat some snacks and tell me everything.”

—- —- —-

Well that had been a mess Clark thought after both the dark knight and Captain had stormed out. Clark still wasn’t sure were he stood on the matter, he didn’t want to make the same mistakes he made with Connor. But just like with Connor none of them had enough information. It was time to call another meeting, ugh and invite Constantine to it.

Clark stopped walking, wait wasn’t there a demon on the Titans?

—- —- —-

Vlad’s eldest, Dandy Masters, parked the car outside the Gotham estate. Their new home was located far enough away that their neighbors wouldn’t be able to hear them scream, the manor was gothically decrepit, and the outside plants looked dead. It’s perfect thought Vlad, just perfect.

—- —- —-

Tucker nearly spat his coffee, “YOU MEET BATMAN.”

- The guards outside the door twitched, their pharaoh never yelled. He sounded shocked and was quickly shhhuhed by the princess. Hopefully this Batman would not be causing ether of them stress in future. The bird like guard pursed his beak, whoever this bat was did bode well. He would have to tell the others to keep their swords sharp.

“You SWINDLED Batman out of his gadgets!!”

- Yes the guards were probably due for some more training, just in case.

“Guards please get ready to escort the Princess to Pandoras realm.”

- All the guards, the bird adjacent ghost thought to himself. He had a felling something was coming.

“A WHAT?!”

- Something bad.

—- —- —-

Tucker moved his newly allotted gadgets into piles looks like he had a belt to work on. He picked up the handkerchief. “Violet what did you want this for?”

“I… had a suspicion I needed to prove.”

“And did you?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m guessing the tracking device wasn’t a part of your plan?”

“A WHAT!”

The man held his nieces hands, “Konstelacio please tell me what else is going on. I’ve already promised not to tell anybody.”

Violet wanted to believe him but she knew he’d tell on her to keep her safe. He wouldn’t understand, the Al Ghuls were dangerous she need to keep THEM safe! No matter what.

“Not yet, not until I figure everything else out for sure.”

“Alright but when you do please please come and talk to me okay.”

“Okay.”

“Alrighty then off to Pandoras then okay, be nice to the guards and tell her and Ghost Writer I said hi okay. And be careful delivering that antidote to the league. Minimal contact is the - oh you’re hugging me.”

Konstelacio smiled into her uncles shoulder, she would tell him everything someday.

[eightsisterofmatariki]

Shazam!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

!! TW: alcohol, child abuse !!

Phantoms P.O.V

I drawled through paperwork, stopping myself from cursing who ever the heck John Constantine was. Seriously, were they quadruplets with a horrible mother or something, because no one man should get this many complaints. I felt a summon tug at my core and thanked the ancients that I had a reason not to sort through that mans olimpic sized swimming pool of paper.

As I flew to wherever I was summoned I idly thought about Constantine, maybe I should buy his soul? No one in their right mind would fight the ghost king and then some over one guys soul and then maybe I could get him to sit through all this paperwork instead of me.

I heaved myself out of the circle (which was incredibly hard in full regalia) and looked at who had summoned me. It was Constantine (I knew enough to recognise him from the few descriptions I had got). I considered punching him given he had the nerve to summon me, I settled for putting the fear of god into him and let my skin darken until it was black, let stars grace me like freckles, let my eyes glow wide like two moons. I loved being the Ancient of space.

But anyways, it worked. He looked up at me in fear and I felt a twing of sympathy when I saw the faces of the very unprepeared people around him. Maybe I would actually not purposely mess up his deal (that depends on what he was asking for) if they were asking for it too, I was still requesting his soul as payment though. "Uh, your highness, I uhm, never mind. Some really powerful ghost is attacking earth and we would want to make a deal for you to stop them." Constantine stuttered. Huh, an alternate earth, I wondered if this earth had an Amity Park.

"I will help you, and in return I will take your soul John Constantine." I boomed, making my voice clap like thunder, making my words sound ethereal, making each syllable sound like something else.

"You know me- I mean, yes. We accept your deal." Constantine said

"Good." I said. With the deal sealed I opened a portal to the swimming pool full of paperwork about himself and glared at him "Those are all complaints about you, have fun reading." I said, Constantine visibly paled while looking the the overflowing pool and I flew off towards the sounds of mayhem.

As I taunted and souped the ghost something was bugging me. By this point I had been Ghost King for a while and I knew how to recognise powerful magic when I saw it. I also knew how to look through it. I had looked at a being with a lightning bolt down his chest, he radiated power yet one look told otherwise when I saw a small bruised and starved child. Where did he get those powers? What happened to him? Why were they allowing him to fight? I was already preparing to take an unplanned vacation, it was about time to send a screw you up to the observants and I was worried about that kid.

I souped the ghost, checked up on an already groaning Constantine, then went invisible and intangible and flew back to the heros base. I ignored the comments of worry or teasing about Constantine and hovered around the boy, learning his name was Captain Marvel. I followed him home, watched him yell Shazam! and turn into the boy I had previously saw, then rush home.

The first thing I noticed was a cupboard filled with cobwebs and a few microwave meals and a booze, the second thing was a drunk man lumbering towards Captain Marvel and knock a bottle off that table as he did so. Captain Marvel looked weak as the guy hit him and my core and instincts cried out to help the boy, but revealing myself now would only make things worse for him.

I watched as the boy stumbled back to the basement and try to wipe blood out of his eyes, then give up and fall asleep on the cold floor, using an old jumper for comfort.

Billy Batsons P.O.V

I woke up expecting everything to be sore, and actually had to stop myself from freaking out. The wounds weren't bandaged and didn't have any medical help on them but they seemed shallower than before and they were properly cleaned.

I could feel that nothing under my clothes was touched so it wasn't some new power, what the hell "Hi." I spun around and grabbed an old fork which had just been lying where I moved him and the guy sitting opposite me put his hands up. That was the ghost king. I remembered how afraid Constantine had been if him and quickly threw th fork away and bowed because he was a king and that's what you do right?

"I uh- why are you here, your majesty?" I asked

"Stop bowing." the ghost king said with a sigh, so I did. "I didn't mean to scare you, what's your name?" I hesitated

"Billy, Billy Batson," I fought the urge to narrow my eyes

"I saw through the adult disguise in a few seconds." the ghost king admitted "You can call me Phantom or Danny by the way, I don't mind which." Phantom said, Danny sounded too informal for a king

"I promise you I'm fine Phantom." I said, I picked up my backpack

"What school do you go to." Phantom asked,

"I beg." I said, Phantom winced and disappeared

"I'll be here if you need help." he promised

[psychologeek]

Well.

I just realised I never explained it.

Well then.

(tw: mention of cancer. Bruce has Google-like medical knowledge. Lmk if need to add)

~

The Fears of a Father

Batman isn't worried.

Never.

He is the dark knight of Gotham.

He is The Night.

He is Vengeance.

Batman is superior to mortal concepts of fear, or worrying, or anything but the cold dedication of his mission. Not even pain could stop him.

But Bruce is human.

Bruce is human, even if he questioned it multiple times. Even as he uses the ways he is different, the ways he's always been different, to make people think he isn't human.

(Just like he used to think, before he found The Planet and the bunch of weirdos and a name, for once, and not feeling so alone so wrong anymore.)

Bruce is human, even if he struggles with the way others seems to think. Just because he can't name it, doesn't mean he is never consumed by the overwhelming FEELINGS, like a caged wolf. Just because his brain doesn't process pain properly, doesn't mean he isn't hurt.

And when he gets the phone call from his son kid, his little boy, it feels like he never left the abyss.

"B," the child on the phone panic. "B, am I going to die?"

No, screams the eight years old inside. No, not again.

And he's holding three pearls in his palm and he's covered in a heavy blanket cape and he keep his voice calm as he asks the dear child to describe everything that happend before he looked down and saw blood in the toilet.

"It's going to be okay, chum," he says calmly. "I promise."

(He never said this to the people he saved. He never make promises he can't fulfil himself. But this is a promise he'll keep. Come hell or high water, he'll make Constantine take him fight heaven and hell if that what it would take.)

"Did you get hurt today? Maybe something hit your kidney?" He questions the kid. "I won't be mad if you got into a fight, chum. But I need to know if we should call Leslie or an ambulance."

"Ambulance? I don't want ambulance!" The kid is now crying. "I thought it's just something that happens when you grow. What is it?"

"The medical term is Hematuria," Bruce fills him up as he think out loud. "Possible reasons are problem in your kidneys or other parts of the urinary tract, like injuries, infection, blood clot, glomerulonephritis, cancer—"

"NO! YOU TAKE THAT BACK! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE CANCER," Dickie cries on the phone. "I can't kill Tony Zucco if I have cancer."

"You can't keep kill Zucco," Bruce tries.

"Nuh-uh!" Sick stops crying. "I have cancer! You need to be nice to me because I'm going to die. And I get a wish because I have cancer. So I want to be Robin and kill Zucco and you can't tell me no!"

Bruce is pretty sure this isn't how it works.

But Dick stopped crying. So he let it be.

"I'm going to draw my costume so when you come back we can make it," the kid says and hang up on him.

But he has a kid to save.

How do one even starts looking for it?

If only there was a reliable person he can ask about raising a child. And maybe get some advices about how to prevent him from being a teen vigilante...

Someone with experience of raising a kid with unique talent, that can get out of the house no matter what...

Oh

Right.

And so the dark knight disappeared into the shadows, tracking down Superman in order to get any information contact ot the only person that could help him now:

Ma Kent.

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In which we have autistic Battinson (but that's cannon), Dick is a drama queen, Alfred is not here TM

and asking Bruce about medical information is like asking Google (don't do that).

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I don't know if you have/know toddlers, but where I grew up every year some parents got freaked out at their baby's first week in daycare, when they changed the diaper and saw blood in it.

Spoiler: bitterroot can make urine red/purple. (And so do some other things.)

Beware!

As a new parent, I decided B has to go through this jump scare.

Just as a treat 😄

I see many people spreading the "Battinson is our little meow meow we must protect" all over the Tumblr. But they focus on Bruce.

Because when it comes to Battinson's Batman- this man made goons sleep with lights on. He yoinked so many bones he could make two skeletons and put them in Gotham Academy for biology lessons.

He doesn't spread fear. He is fear.

Justice League would look upon him and be like "I'm so glad this man is on our side". Pure respect for his persona. Even slight fear. Until...

Batman: It took me half a night but I solved this case.

Justice League *in awe*: Right.

Batman: I have analysed the threat, discovered their real identities and estimated where they will next strike.

Justice League: Nice.

Emergency phone: *ringing*

Batman: Excuse me.

Batman: What's wrong, chum?

Batman: what do you mean batcave is on fire

Batman: but i left u food

Batman: you ate a full bowl of blueberries??

Batman: wdym Alf isn't home. where would he go?

Batman: Alfred will kill me :(

Batman: ... how 'bout Mr. Freeze gun. you can use it, right?

Batman: ... Alright, chum. Text me if it worked. I gotta go.

Batman *back to his Batman voice*: So. As I was saying. Their next target will be-

Justice League: ...????

[bluboothalassophile]

jayrae as a married couple with kids ? yk living their type of normal as a request

Hello,

How about hunting for a babysitter?

Death or the Devil?

“Bruce is not babysitting her, just no, Zatanna interfered, and no, Jay,” she shook her head.

“We didn’t know she could do magic like that,” Jason reasoned as they both went through the list of family members to babysit for their date night. No way they could hire some poor, unsuspecting babysitter to babysit their child. They’d seen the Incredibles Jack-Jack adventures which had pretty much summed up their child.

“I know, but Zataras are… untrustworthy, and your family trusts them too much,” she explained.

“What about Dick? He raised Mar'i,” Jason pointed out.

“And he hasn’t passed a sobriety test in three months,” she countered.

“Fuck, why’d he have to fall off the wagon,” Jason groaned as he rubbed his brow.

“What about Mazekeen?”

“Your step-grandmother’s affinity for weapons…”

“Tinuviel is part demon,” Raven reasoned.

“And part archangel, celestial, Endless, witch, mortal, god… Jesus… Rae…” he groaned as he listed off her heritage.

“She is not related to Jesus!” Raven strangled out.

“God is your great-grandfather,” Jason countered.

“So? We are not trusting God to babysit Tinuviel,” Raven muttered. “And Maze can babysit when Tinuviel can actually hold a weapon and not hurt herself. What about Luci?”

“You want Lucifer, the devil to babysit her?” Jason reasoned.

“He’d give her too many ponies…” she muttered as they both looked at their daughter.

“What about Alfred?”

“He’s got the night with his daughter Julia, otherwise, I’d say yes. What about Constantine?”

“I don’t think that’s wise,” he grimaced. “She might have her first drag in his custody, and I’d really like for my daughter not to have my bad habits.”

“Harley and Ivy could babysit?” Raven offered.

“Harley had our daughter help her rob a bank last time.”

“Shit.”

“What about Tim?”

“Zataras!” she quipped. “Or Fate. Dr. Fate does like Tim, so that would be so much worse…”

“Fuck.”

“Victor?”

“Remember when Tiny accidently summoned Darkseid in challenge?”

“Oh right, Vic did say he’d BOOMTube Apokolips to Hell if that happened again, but I don’t think it’d be a bad thing?” she reasoned.

“New Genesis threatened war if he did that,” Jason sighed.

“Why would they care? They’re always at war with Apokolips,” she muttered sourly. “What about Dream or Destiny?”

“No! You uncles would never return her if they got a hold of her, and then they’d pull the, she’s an Endless crap and we’d have to fight the Endless to get her back.”

“Dream is unusually fond of her,” Raven muttered in agreement.

“What about Roy? He raised Lian, and is sober,” Jason pointed out.

“He’s on mission with the Arrows, remember.”

“Artemis?”

“She’d take Tiny to Themyscira and then we’ll never get her back,” Raven sighed. “Also, Donna and Diana think she need training.”

“She’s a year old!”

“I know. What about Death.”

“I want you to think about what you just said, little bird.” Jason waited and then his wife groaned as her head fell forward.

“I really suggested that?” she grimaced.

“Death is lovely, and I like your grandmother, but I don’t think we should entrust our daughter to her just yet, or ever, you know, implications and all.”

“Why is it so hard to just find a babysitter?” Raven demanded.

“Duke?”

“Midterms,” she countered.

“Kents?”

“Again, Zataras.”

“Fuck the Zataras, fucking goodie-two shoe, problematic assholes,” he grumbled.

“So just to clarify, we can’t leave Tiny with my dad, my brothers, Kents because of Zataras, we can’t leave her with Arty because of the Amazons, we can’t leave her with your moms because she’ll be an alibi, we can’t leave her with Roy because he’s busy with the Arrows right now, can’t leave her with my grandfather because he’s having a night with his daughter, we can’t leave her with your grandfather because he’s the Devil, can’t leave her with your grandmother or her brothers because we’d have to break reality to get her back, can’t leave her with your brother because he threatened to have intergalactic war break out because of the lengths he’d go to defend her, can’t even leave her unsupervised because everyone wants to kidnap her, so what are we supposed to do?”

“Luci is looking like our best option,” she sighed sourly.

“I like Luci, but we’ll have to barter him not creating a universe for her,” Jason sighed.

“Well, the only unasked guardian is my great-grandfather and he is a big fat NO,” Raven muttered.

“What about Arella’s family?”

“Alice?”

“She’s raising a set of Charmed Ones,” he pointed out.

“Charmed Ones are not Tiny,” she countered. “Also, I think if anything it’d be more of a beacon for people to come after them.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Jesse, Jared, Jacob, Jack, James, and Jude are on the loose, and demons always like to challenge people for power, Tiny is very powerful, and that is the challenge.”

“So… Maze and Luci are the best options for us to have a date night?”

“How is it the Devil and his Consort are the best options!?”

“It’s them or Death.”

“I’ll call Luci,” she sighed. “I’ll have to get his word not to give her a universe.”

“You are a very difficult child for being an easy-going baby,” Jason informed his daughter who was sucking on her elephant pacifier. She blinked her big blue-green eyes at him and he smiled softly as he ran his hand over her black curls. Tinuviel was a very easy, quiet baby, she just liked being held, and she had a surplus of family always wanting to hold her, between his family and Raven’s family, it was nearly impossible for her to put down. But a year of antics from outside forces trying to snatch her or steal her, it was enough to have them wary about who they left her with. They were always careful, but goddamn it, they needed a date night.

“I was summoned, now I want to see my favorite great-grandchild! Have a lovely date night, I want another great-grandchild, call sometime tomorrow or the day after,” Luci appeared and smiled as he snatched up Tiny and disappeared.

Jason was left sitting there bewildered.

Raven stood there equally bewildered as they looked at one another.

[battymommastuff]

False Reality 1.

Batmom x DC Universe

Prompt: Let's Imagine Batmom is the DC Comics version of Scarlet witch. Let's imagine she lost her entire family to Darkseid. Let's imagine she creates a world of her own to escape from the truth...

John Constantine groans softly when he heard a loud knocking coming from his door. How did anyone find him here? He got up letting out a string of curses.

"What the bloody hell do you want?!?" He yells as he opens the door coming face to face with Zatanna, and Fate. He raised a brow while trying to fight his hangover and search for his cigarettes.

"John, something's happened. Noir has taken a town, I don't know how to explain it. We need your help. She's stronger that us, but with you we could have a chance."

John popped his head out from under his bed with a cigarette in his mouth then lit it, "Noir was one of the most powerful witches I've ever seen. She made Klarion run home to his mummy...you really think I'm going to challenge her. Not likely." He chuckles at the end then started sliding on his coat.

"Do not forget your promise to Batman." Dr. Fate said as he grabbed the Hellblazer's shoulder. John gritted his teeth then glared at Fate.

"We're not going to survive this. Promise me you'll take care of her."

"Yeah yeah I remember that night. Fine, show me to the Noir Witch."

Outside Gotham

John stepped through the portal with Fate, and Zatanna. He saw the surviving members of the Justice League all standing around a table. Raven was the first person to notice the returning members.

"John? You actually came." She said surprised then nudged Wonder Woman who nodded to him.

"So's what's gone on with Hocus?" John asks as he looks down at the table.

"See for yourself." Superman says then the table begins to glow. It showed images that managed to capture of the Noir Witch and her family. John tilted his head then looked to the pulsing field. He walked to the edge of it then reached his hand out for it only for a lasso to wrap around his wrist jerking it back slightly.

"Bad idea John. Whoever goes into it is trapped by it. We've lost several people already."

"The bat is gonna kill me." John mumbles then puts out his cigarette. He didn't keep his promise like he should have. Instead of being there for her when she found out her family was killed by Darkseid, he just left her to cope on her own. Of course this would have been what happened! He failed Batman, and most importantly he failed you.

"Is there anyway we can send her a message? Get her to come out and talk?" He asked looking to the League. Everyone went quiet until the President came up to them. He'd been listening to the conversation, and decided to add his input.

"A missile! Blow her right out of there!" He says frantic while running a hand through his hair. The entire league glared at him while John took a step forward.

"Mate, this is her world she created. The people in there are real people. Not just some illusion. Wait..." He trailed off then walked back to the table where he started looking through the images again. His eyes lit up when he spotted a certain raven haired boy.

"Is Damian Wayne in there?" He asked at everyone. Wonder Woman nodded then showed the last video caught of the two. It showed you with your youngest son driving towards the town you were currently at, "It's him. We can get the message to him." He thought for a moment then pulled out a pamphlet from his pocket. He grinned then held it up.

"Every child loves a vacation." He walked to the edge again then set the pamphlet on fire before mumbling a spell. The hex opened and the ball of fire went through before it closed again.

It moved through the small world then slowly turned back into a pamphlet before landing on the nightstand of Damian who was currently practicing his fighting moves. He frowned when he saw the paper.

A vacation? To Fiji? He love it there! He quickly took the pamphlet and ran downstairs to his parents who were sitting on the couch watching television.

"Ummi, Father? I would like to go to Fiji." He says then hands them the pamphlet. Bruce raised a brow then smiled slightly looking through it. You on the other hand felt rage bubbling in your chest. How dare they?!? Without a word you took the pamphlet and looked through it. A hint of cigarette smoked filled your senses and a smirk formed on your face.

"I will be right back my loves." You say then blow a kiss to your husband and son. Damian frowns looking to his father who shrugged before going back to watching the tv with a smile on his face. Damian tilted his head seeing the smile. Something felt...wrong.

Outside of the hex everyone watched as you left your home. Eventually the hex opened and you stepped through very pissed.

"Hocus! Good to see you love!" John exclaimed then made his way over to you. He gave you a hug which you didn't return then patted your head," Would you be ever so kind and release this town?" He asked.

Your jaw clenches before you grab him by his neck and force him down. He clutches onto your wrist while looking at you with wide eyes," I will tell you this once more. Stay away from my home." You threaten then dropped John to the ground. You turned, walking back into your hex.

"Well...choking doesn't feel so fun anymore. Does anyone have a cigarette?"