#DCU

[valrixian]

Quick drawing - I love the HC that Tim stays the shortest out of the bat boys🤭

[but-a-humble-goon]

It's really easy to forget that Cass enjoys being Batgirl. Obviously she's a very tortured character and her stories almost always end in tragedy, but this is still fun for her. She likes the adventure and the thrills. She likes soaring across rooftops. She likes owning badguys. She likes saving people. If anything that's one of the things that most alienates her from the people around her. Barbara is constantly trying to get her to understand that there's a life for her outside of Batgirl where she can finally be happy, what she doesn't get is that for Cass, her life as Batgirl is what happiness looks like.

[prlssprfctn]

Jason: Bruce used to say that I have this unhealthy habit of considering older women my mother figures and automatically agreeing with anything they say.

Talia: Beloved was not wrong. Honestly, you should focus more on your personal goals and not attach to women who show you even an ounce of kindness. Be colder.

Jason: Hey, good advice, mom.

Talia: ...Jason—

[softsadrainy]

he is the girls and the gays in my heart

[bet-on-me-13]

Undead Galaxy

So! Within the Ghost Zone, there exists a Lair unlike any other.

To a Ghost, a Lair is supposed to be an integral part of their Existence. When a Ghost Builds their Lair, they take a part of the Ghost Zone Itself and mold it into a Realm of their own, transforming it into a reflection of their Core.

As such, a Lair usually matches the personality, and more importantly the Obsessions, of the Ghost it was created by. It is meant to be the Eternal Home of the one who built it, a place to spend the rest of their eternal unlife, and as such it needs to be able to fulfill the Ghosts Obsessions.

Think of Skulkers Lair, an Island Jungle filled to the brim with Monsters and Beasts of all sorts, ready and waiting to be hunted down and skinned. The perfect home for a ghost with an Obsession based on Hunting.

Some take this a step farther, like the Ancients (which is just another name used for Gods in the Zone), who transform their Lairs into Entirely Seperate Afterlives for others to inhabit. Hades, Osiris, the Demon Lords of the various Hells, they all took this approach.

But there is a problem. For beings like God's, who are sustained by Worship, what would happen if their world were to die? If the planet their people resided on were to be hit by an asteroid, or blown up by an Alien warlord?

A God without its worship would Fade, and as such the Afterlife they used to maintain would fall apart as well. The Millions of Souls who trusted that God to protect them in death would be left to the mercy of the Void between Afterlives. Somebody decided that they didn't like that, and stepped in.

Within the Ghost Zone exists a Galaxy.

A Galaxy where all the souls and Afterlives of worlds that have died continue to exist. Worlds that were destroyed by a cataclysmic War that resulted in both sides dying, by unstable Mining Practices destabilize the Core, by a Psychic Virus that wiped out all life on Planet leaving a baren husk.

When their populations died, and the Gods who maintained their afterlives would have faded, they were saved by another and brought into his Lair.

The Ghost King, Phantom.

He was a spirit with two simple Obsessions. The Protection of others, and the Majesty of Space.

But there was no Space in the Ghost Zone, only the Infinite void. So he made his own. He constructed a Lair of incredible size, decorating it with Stars and Planets and Supernova and Nebula. He recreated the Majesty of the Space he adored, and the invited the wandering souls of dead worlds to enjoy it with him.

He gave them planets of their own within the Unliving Galaxy. All the souls of crumpled afterlives wandering the Ghost Zone were allowed to recreate it again, to find eachother and build their communities again.

With this he could fulfill both of his Obsessions at the same time, and he would he doing his duty as their king by helping his subjects.

He saw it as an absolute win.

...

They had been trapped in this strange dimension for days now.

Nobody had any idea how they ended up there. Clark had just fallen asleep, Diana was training, Hal was on patrol. Even J'onn himself was on Moniter Duty, when the next thing he knew they were all waking up on a floating purple rock in a Lazarus green void.

Thankfully Constantine that had been dragged alongside him when J'onn when he was taken, and managed to explain that they were in some kind of void in-between the afterlives.

"The Ghost Zone" "The Unending End" "The Collective Dead", it went by many names apparently. The most famous name for it was "The Infinite Realms", named for the way the infinite souls residing there would build their own personal Realms, or Lairs, to spend eternity in.

Not even he knew how they had ended up there. Constantine was confident that they hadn't died recently (the fact they needed to use "recently" was a sad thought), so it wasn't the old fashioned way at the very least.

Still, they needed to get moving. This place was dangerous and they didn't want to stay in one place for too long.

After days of traveling across the strange void (had they even eaten since they arrived there?) Constantine finally caught a hint of something. There was a draw on them, pulling them towards a specific direction. They had been unconsciously following it for days now, and now that they knew what they were doing they soldiered on even faster. If there were answers wherever they were being drawn, they would find them.

Once it came into view, it was obvious what had been calling to them this entire time. It was massive.

Spanning across the endless horizon, they could see something that looked like a Galaxy spanning in front of them. From their position on a floating island, they could see it in all its glory. Contrasting the green they had become accustomed to, the Galaxy swirled in a variety of Bright Blues and Deep Purples, with multicolored stars shining so brightly they stood out even as far as they were from it.

It took all their breaths away, and J'onn would admit to having stood there staring for longer than he should have. It was just so starkly different than anything he had seen thus far in this dimension of greens and purples.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

In an Instant their weapons were drawn and fighting stances set, facing the person who had appeared in their midst.

He was a young man, seemingly in his early 20's, with snow white hair and Lazarus green eyes. Above his head sat a crown glowing the same color as the galaxy spanning in front of them. They all knew instantly that this man was connected to it on a deep level.

"Who are you" Asked Diana. Her thoughts were filled with theat assessments and carefulness. She thought he was strong.

"Oh, my name is Phantom." He replied, "Sorry for startling you, this is one of my favorite spots to stargaze and I forgot that normal people usually can't see me when I zone out like that."

"What is that?" Clark asked, pointing to the Galactic Structure on the horizon. He was curious. The man before they didn't act hostile, so he had decided to match his energy.

"Oh, that's my Galaxy. Like it?" He asked excitedly, "Took me ages to get it looking just right, but I'm so proud of the results."

"Do you know why we are here?" Asked Hal, his mind was swimming with worry over his Sector of space. He had been taken while patrolling it. He wanted to get back quickly.

"I didn't bring you here, if that's what you're asking." He replied evenly, "But I know who did. They wanted to see you again, but with their Realms crumbled and their people scattered, they never had the chance. Now they do, and they wanted to say hello again. Sorry about the long journey, they messed up the Summoning process and you ended up a bit farther than intended."

"Who summoned us?" Asked Constantine warily. His thoughts were full of the various demons and gods he knew inhabited these Realms. He was worried.

"Well, You, accidently got dragged along through proximity, sorry." He apologized to the magician, "But as for the rest of you? Well, you'll just have to wait and see for yourselves. Trust me, it'll be a welcome surprise."

"Can you tell us where can we find the ones who summoned us?" Asked J'onn finally. He was curious, and wary, of who had decided to pull them into this dimension. But if the man before them was being truthful, then he wanted to meet them.

"Just keep following that pulling sensation that brought you here, you'll find them." He said, "I'll stay here for a while longer though. Just want to stargaze a bit more."

They left him on the island and kept going.

As the approached the Galaxy, it dawned on them how truly massive the realm in front of them was. Hal confirmed that it wasn't as big as a real one, but even he was in awe at its size.

As they drew closer is quickly became apparent that they were being drawn in different directions. After a quick discussion they decided it was best to split up.

J'onn approached the Planet he was being drawn to, and realized very quickly that it very closely resembled his old homeworld, Mars. The Red Sands, the Rocky Terrain, the two Moons that could be seen orbiting the planet, all of it seemed tailor made to resurface memories of his destroyed home.

It took all of a second for all of it to come together in his head.

The allusions Phantom had made to his summoners missing him. The resemblance to his old Homeworld. The fact he was currently in a version of the Afterlife.

As he made the connection in his head, he felt another two connections form. Ones he had not felt in the the Centuries since he had lost them.

"Hello, J'onn."

"...M'yri'ah..." His wife.

"Hi dad."

"...K'hym..." His Daughter.

It took nearly a full minute before his mind calmed enough to send them a response. It was a Whirlwind of wild thoughts, fear of this being a trick, and above all hope that it was real.

Eventually, he finally managed a response.

"I missed you."

[fear-is-truth]

JASON TODD is terrible at accepting nice things.

you figure this out early on—when you hand him a coffee and he looks at it like you’ve handed him a live grenade and he’s waiting for the pin to pop.

“what’s this?” flat. suspicious. as if you might say cyanide.

“coffee,” you say, amused. “you looked tired.”

he stares at it. then at you. like he’s waiting for the punchline. when nothing happens, he takes it. mumbles something about how he guesses he could use it.

but then you notice—how he drinks it slow, like he’s trying to make it last. how he doesn’t put it down, fingers curling tightly around the cup. so you make it a habit. little things. his favourite snacks, an extra pair of gloves when it’s cold, a first-aid kit that you swear isn’t for him specifically (even though you both know it is).

he grumbles every time. rolls his eyes. tells you he doesn’t need you to fuss.

but he never refuses.

and when he thinks you aren’t looking, he smiles.

[oceansnotebook]

how the batboys sleep ♡

Dick moves around a lot, he might fall asleep next to you, but he’ll wake up on the opposite end of the bed, limbs tangled with yours. He also runs warm so if you’re sleeping together and ever feel cold, don’t worry! Your personal heater is right beside you. Dick owns bunches of pillows and fluffy, warm blankets and is very willing to share. He’s a very big cuddler, wrapping his arms and legs around you even if you’re both sweating in the summer heat.

Sometimes Haley will join too. She’ll butt her way in between the two of you for maximum comfort.

Tim sleeps late at night. It’s nearly 3 am before he’s in bed. Tim isn’t a huge cuddler but will try to be touching you anyways, wether it’s a hand on you’re waist or his hands in you’re hair. Tim runs pretty cold, so he’ll hog the blankets and stay close to you for maximum warmth! He snores sometimes, very tiny snores though. He’s also a massive drooler, he’ll drool all over his pillow and yours if he can.

Jason likes to spoon, most nights he big spoons but there’s those nights where he just needs you to hold him. I feel like Jason could run either really cold or really warm. Jason snores like a chainsaw, it’s loud and obnoxious but you’ll get used to it. His loud snoring almost becomes a sort of white noise machine for you. Jason has one stuffed animal; a wonder woman build-a-bear. It means so much to him and it will always find its way in bed with you.

Sorry this took so long to publish, I had writers block! If you have any requests or ideas for me, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

ask box is always open. ♡

[sinizade]

Starfire and Raven

[sarahreadsdccomics]

no ur not. fuck u joker

I forgive you Joker, U are a good boy

[astastories]

I just adore Talia Al Ghul

[prlssprfctn]

Don't think about little Jason Todd, who was curling in his sleep around Catherine, who was passed out, when he could. Don't think about a freshly orphaned Jason Todd, who kept curling in a little ball, trying to warm himself. Definitely don't imagine him doing the same in the Wayne Manor, except this time he curled around pillow or a small Nightwing plush his brother gifted him. And definitely don't imagine Talia searching for little Damian frantically, only to find Jason, curling around a toddler in his restless dreams. And maybe don't imagine Jason continuing to do the same in the solitude of his apartment, despite being all strong and huge.

Just don't.

[imbatman-imtired]

*Hits bruce with magic that turns him 8 years old again, not long after his parents death* hehehehehehe angstttt

Bruce is on his computer, looking through the information he had to try to find Bunni. He just wants to make sure they’re safe. He’s worried sick. But.. he figured it out he knows where she is.

He stand up from his computer to go get dressed, he’s going to go look for him. That’s when he suddenly falls and hits the ground with a loud- wait- no? Soft thud?

Bruce looks up from the ground. What happened? Is he in a cave? Bats live in caves right? Scary. Where’s Alfred? Where’s his…? right. They’re not here anymore. Bruce starts to cry.

//ooc: so yall know @grayson-on-the-chandelier @theredhoodofgotham @spoilerpurple @dami-wayne-al-ghul @bat-bunni @aces-observatory @danny-nightingale @officialgreenlantern @babsggordon @spencerwayne-todd @terry-mcginnis-wayne @first-boy-wonder

[wondersimp]

Jason Todd laughing cause there’s a whole ass article about how the Red Hood cannot be a legally dead man.

Proceeds to make an anonymous account just to roast the crap out of them

the Justice League's identities all get publically leaked but before the dust has settled someone on twitter is like 'OMG i can't believe you guys are actually buying this obviously fake leak. look at this 'Billy Batson' person's birthday, he would only have been 11 years old when Captain Marvel started operating? how are you people so dumb'

immediately throws the whole thing into doubt. everyone going over the other ID information looking for other potential discrepancies. 'they expect us to believe Superman is some journalist called Clark Kent? they don't even look alike' and 'look at this Hal Jordan guy next to Green Lantern their facial structures aren't the same at all' and 'this Diana Prince woman has NO web presence, I don't think she's a real person'

'Bruce Wayne? c'monn how stupid do these peple think we are' etc etc

someone brings up that Wally West is clearly too young to have been operating as the Flash the entire time but then people from Central City are like no no that one might be legit, it's common knowledge locally that there's been more than one Flash.

this sparks the idea that perhaps the original Captain Marvel died or retired and was replaced with a new guy at some point. another whole group of people now scrutinising images of him trying to identify when the '''''switch'''' happened.

someone doing a deep local newspaper archive sweep turns up a photo of CC Batson accompanying a story abt his archaeology work, everyone agrees that Captain Marvel has his exact face, takes 0.2 seconds to join the dots that he officially died not long before Captain Marvel first appeared and Billy is his son. 2 Captain Marvels theory, previously dismissed as nonsense by most reasonable people, now looking very plausible.

whatever group leaked the identities absolutely steaming bcos their data is good damn it, everything in there is 100% factually correct and no-one is buying it ):<

Justice League and associates (initially sweating) now just pouring fuel on the fire. Oracle has made dozens of sockpuppet accounts to spread chaos and discord. official Flash account insisting that actually everyone is mistaken and he's definitely 100% been one guy this whole time. Lois Lane on twitter like 'do you guys think I wouldn't know if my husband was Superman'.

absolute pandemonium.

[noirecheris3]

rosecass for my friend hehe

[whywoulditho]

for some reason middle aged comic fans coming on the internet to defend their decision as to why they thought a twelve year old should have died or lived is so funny 😭😭😭