#Dc Au

[primthegreat]

This is hilarious

Tim Drake has been kidnapped 235 times in his life so far.

The first time was when he was 4. He was held in warehouse for 6 days before the thugs who took him realized that they wouldn’t be able to get ahold of his parents no matter how many times they called. They wouldn’t pick up calls even from the kids own phone. They fed him a nice warm meal, and dropped him back off at his door with several full Tupperware containers, and new contacts in his phone.

At least once every few weeks since that day, Tim would find himself being picked up in an unmarked van and taken to an undisclosed location, and upon arrival, he would be seated at a large table where he would eat his fill of home cooked meals with a large family of thugs and goons.

[monotonesmile]

[Love, Death, and…Zombies?]

Chapter One: Lotus

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[Damian Wayne X GN!Reader]

[Word Count: 3186]

[Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol]

[Next Chapter ->]

[Notes: It’s here!!!!! Chapter one of Love, Death, and…Zombies? It’s here! I’m sorry it took so long! Not beta read!]

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The air filled with the sound of his boots crushing the broken glass beneath his feet as he wandered into an abandoned gas station, as he searched around the empty and broken shelves, he found cobwebs and charred remains of what was once the roof, the sunlight streaming down from the holes in the roof. Damian searches for anything that could possibly be of use to him, any food, water, potential weapons, anything at all, something to help him survive another day in the hellhole the once great city has become.

Damian heaves a sigh after only finding a small bottle of alcohol, as much as he wishes it was more, it’ll have to do, he could probably use it as an impromptu disinfectant if he ever gets injured, hopefully he won’t, an injury in this environment is never the best thing, could lead to an infection, which is a true bitch to handle.

He pockets the bottle, putting it safely tucked away in a pouch on his belt, he looks around, trying to find anything more, unfortunately for him, there’s nothing else useful in the rundown station, judging by the state of the place, it was probably raided by those still trapped inside Gotham after the only ways out were blocked off or destroyed, people panicked, it was carnage, and he couldn’t find his family during it.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts, he walks out of the building and back into the abandoned streets of the city, listening to his surroundings he can hear the bird’s singing and chirping above him in the background, which is a good sign, it means he’s safe for now, he learned rather quickly that animals fall silent if an infected is nearby and walking around, like an early warning system, to which he’s learned to listen closely to after too many close calls.

As he walks down the abandoned streets of Gotham he can’t help but question how this city that was once so known for chaos and crime has come to ruins, the power lines are almost all completely offline, no longer producing their electricity, the city being sent into the stone age, the broken lines now littering the streets, lying idle. The overturned cars that were abandoned during the evacuation were rusting away by now, the buildings, the street lamps, all being overgrown with vines and plants, an eerily beautiful sight, a once great city now lain in ruin, a wasteland.

He couldn't help but frown, it was odd, hearing the city of crime being silent, not a person on sight, nothing, he’s all alone. He hates it. He wishes one day things will return to normal, when he was running atop the rooftops of the city with his family, fighting crime and saving lives, but with no cure in sight, it may never return to the way it was again. It’s hard to see the city this way, he hates being alone.

There’s not a cloud in the sky, the blue sky far above him, and yet as he walks, he can’t admire the sight, keeping his eyes on his surroundings, just because the birds are silenced by infected, they’ll sing the last song you’ll hear if cannibals or raiders find you first. Luckily for him, he seems to be alone for now, nobody else is near him…or so he thought, he froze as he heard a sound, humming, someone is humming? What?

Who could possibly be humming? And why are they humming?

Damian had been caught off guard, he wasn’t expecting someone to be here, how could he possibly not notice? He quickly hid in the shadows as he tracked the noise down, following it until he found a strange person skipping down the street while humming, seemingly in their own world. He couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be so carefree, especially in this day and age, it’s so odd, anyone with a single brain cell would know that this behavior is abnormal, do they not care that they could potentially be killed by making so much noise?

He tilts his head as he looks over their frame, they aren’t…they just aren’t injured, in no way are they injured, there’s no scars, no bruises, no current wounds, nothing at all, but how is that possible? How can someone not be injured, he had scars before this hellish apocalypse, he gained even more because of it, everyone has scars because that’s the way of survival, so how the hell isn’t this person injured!? It was something new, something abnormal, and it caught him completely off guard.

Damian’s eyes narrow as he follows them through the shadows, he has far too many questions going through his mind, to which he cannot find a single answer to any of them. It’s just not possible for them to be uninjured, it’s impossible, everyone has scars, even the smallest nicks are scars. He can’t keep hiding in the shadows, not with the questions he needs answered, he’ll have to reveal himself and ask them himself.

He sighs to himself, gritting his teeth as he trudges out of the shadows, walking up behind them before calling out to the stranger. “Hey!”

“Hello!” They grin at the strange raven haired boy, hopping slightly on their feet as they turn around to face him, greeting him in an enthusiastic manner, which shocked Damian, it was already odd that they were uninjured, but it was shocking that they were also enthusiastic when greeting a random stranger that walked up behind them.

Now that he was closer to this person, he can properly assess that they are generally unharmed, completely uninjured, the only thing that’s slightly odd about their appearance is that they look sickly, but even then, that’s an understandable sight, with such limited resources, especially medicine, people will get sick more often, so it’s not weird that they may be sick, luckily for them, and himself, they don’t look infected, this looks more like a common cold, it’ll go away in a few days.

“Why are you uninjured and why do you look sick?” Damian shook his head to focus on the situation at hand, immediately going into interrogation mode, he had to know what the hell is wrong with them, double checking if they were just sick with a cold, you can never be sure.

“I dunno, I just have a bit of a cold!” They hum, tilting their head at him as they only gave him inconclusive answers and barely anything that could answer his questions that are haunting his mind.

“A…cold? Seriously?” Damian grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose, well, at least that confirms she’s not infected, but she doesn’t know how she’s not injured? Great…even more questions he has no answers to. “Okay…why are you out here? Don’t you know how dangerous it is out here?”

“Just walking, that’s all, it’s gonna get dark so might as well find someplace to stay.” They shrugged, rocking on their feet as the breeze rolled by them.

Damian sighs, rubbing his temples as he just gives up, they aren’t giving him any answers, so they’re probably either an idiot or an airhead, he wouldn’t be surprised if they are, especially considering that they’re just so carefree and just doesn’t seem to care if they could be hurt in the process. So they aren’t even sure how they aren’t injured and he has far too many questions that are unanswered for him to let them just walk away.

“Okay, what’s your name then?” Damian sighs, crossing his arms as he looks at them, scanning their expression for any possibility of lying, but from what he can see, they are completely truthful with their words.

“Oh! Y/N, and you?” They grin, introducing themselves with a chirp, smiling at him.

“Damian.” He mutters his greeting. “Don’t make me regret asking, but do you…want to come with me?” He grits his teeth, he doesn’t trust them in the slightest, not at all, though he highly doubts that they’re dangerous, so even if they try something, he could easily overpower them in a fight.

“You’re asking if I want to tag along?” They were surprised by his offer, they certainly weren’t expecting a stranger to make such a kind offer to them, it was nice though. “Yes! I’ll come with you! Better than being alone.” They laugh gently, a genuine smile on their face as they accept his offer.

He wasn’t that surprised to hear them agree to the offer, shrugging as he continues his original path down the empty street, making sure this strange person is following behind him, hopefully he’ll actually find out what’s so different about them, maybe they’re just really lucky, who knows, he will find out eventually, something will have to give.

So he’ll let them tag along, as he watches their surroundings, listening to the birds singing far above, a melancholy song of those long gone, as long as the birds sing, it’s a good day, he hopes they’ll never fall silent, nobody wants the be caught an infected, especially not with a seemingly defenseless person, at least, he’s assuming they’re defenseless anyway, he can’t be sure yet, but they don’t seem that strong.

His mind can’t keep the topic out of his head, even if they are defenseless, that would’ve meant they’d have countless injuries from being incapable of protecting themselves, but they don’t, and the more he’s thinking about it, the more he gets a headache, this person just had to be an enigma to him. It’s irritating as hell.

Damian knows he’ll get an answer eventually, even if he’s impatient and finds it annoying, but he can’t focus on that right now, he has to prioritize finding them both shelter as he watches the sun begin to dip beyond the horizon, painting the sky with beautiful colors of pink and orange, casting a soft glow over the desolate city around them, many buildings in ruins, crumbled due to having no one to care for them in such a long time, vines growing through the broken windows as moss clings to the walls, yet as the sun sets, it almost feels peaceful for once.

Peace is hard to come by nowadays, so he’ll bathe in the warmth of the sun before it begins to fade, a ghost of a smile breaking out onto his tired face, he could hear his newfound companion humming again, but he doesn’t mind in this moment, it feels nice to not be alone for once.

Damian grunts as he searches for a place to spend the night, he’s always been picky about it, he doesn’t want to camp in an area that could potentially have squatters or threats nearby, plus, he’s not fond of getting soaked by rain if a storm just happens to blow in during the night. He knows he’ll have to lose sleep by staying awake to keep watch so he and his new, begrudging, companion don’t get caught while vulnerable, and now that he thinks about it, he has a second mouth to feed, which means his rations are about to get cut in half, just great.

“Hey, stranger.” He grumbles, looking back at them with a grumpy scowl. “I have a question.”

“Yeah?” Their humming paused as they turned their attention back to Damian as they kept their pace down the street.

“Have you eaten anything recently?” He sighs, it’s annoying that his rations are going to halfed.

“Oh! Yeah!” They chirp with a grin, their answer actually surprising him as his walk halted.

“Y…you have? What could you have possibly eaten! There’s not exactly a lot of food to go around.” Damian had fully turned to look at them with scrunched eyebrows and a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

“Deer.” They shrug as they gesture to the pouch on their belt, likely holding whatever they got from the deer.

He actually had to pause, staring at the pouch with a look of disbelief, he wasn’t expecting them to have hunted for something so they could eat. He didn’t think they could hunt! They don’t seem like the type to know how too, especially if they lived in Gotham, it’s not exactly a city with a lot of forest to hunt in, but now that it’s abandoned the animals have slowly begun to move back into the concrete jungle.

“You know how to hunt?” Damian mutters, looking back at their face with skepticism, but he can’t help but believe them as they nod in response to his question, surprising him even further, and to just confirm any lasting skepticism, he asks one more question. “How did you catch a deer?”

“Spear.” They shrug with a small grin before they huff. “I didn’t get the spear back…” It was almost like they were upset at the fact they didn’t recover their spear…somehow. Well, at least they can hunt, that’s good, hopefully that means they can help with gathering food, plus it makes up for him having to cut his rations in half just to keep them fed.

Damian slowly nods before continuing to walk down the street, hearing their footsteps follow him, so they aren’t completely useless, that’s good for him, plus they can probably cook, he highly doubts they were eating raw meat. “Any meat left over?”

They nod and grin, giving him a cheerful thumbs up as they follow along behind him as the sky slowly darkens above them, the birds starting to settle in for the night, singing their nightly song.

“Good.” He nods before he continues to search for a place to sleep for the night, some place they could actually hunker down in, that’s stable and safe for the most part. He quickly realizes that they’ve traveled into an old suburban area in Gotham, where multiple houses used to stand, some still mostly intake, such as one that catches his eye.

Damian decides on a small, mostly intact, house that vines and moss cover the outside walls of the beige building, it’s definitely a type of copy paste house that’s in massive suburban areas, but it’ll do for tonight, his eyes quickly searching the building, noting the vantage points of the windows of what he assumes is the living room.

“Wait here,” Damian throws his arm out in front of them, making them stop in place, looking at him with a confused expression. “I’m going to search the building, stay put.”

With that, he heads into the building, pushing the door open, finding it unlocked, the people who lived here probably didn’t bother to lock it while evacuating, heading inside to assess the safety of the building, making sure nobody is currently occupying the house and that it’s truly secure, quietly sneaking through the building, his skills as an assassin and Robin definitely coming in handy during this.

Damian breathes a sigh of relief as he finds the house empty, not a single person currently inhabiting it, if anyone had been here, it was months ago and they haven’t returned since, he can’t help but be relieved and feel a sense of luck, it was always hard to find safe places to stay, any safe houses he and his family had originally were absolutely compromised by now. The fact the house is empty means it is safe to rest here, so Damian heads back out to tell them that it’s safe and to come inside.

“Hey, you can come in now, the building is secure.” He had popped his head out of the door before he walked back into the building, hearing them trot into the house behind him, he even heard them close the door behind them before following him.

Finding his original vantage point, the windows in the living room, he sets down his bag on the floor, deciding that this is a good enough place to set up camp, there’s enough space and perfect points where he can keep watch throughout the night.

As they sit down on the floor, Damian searches for any dry wood that could be in the old house, old planks, furniture, anything that can hold a fire, collecting what he can and bringing it back to the living room, he cleans an area that hopefully won’t make the fire catch on anything else, quickly he ignites a fire, illuminating the room with an orange glow.

He looks up to speak before his mouth snaps shut with utter bafflement as he sees they haven’t set their bedroll up yet, they’re just sitting on the floor as he sets up the small, contained fire in the living room.

“Why haven’t you set up your sleeping arrangements?” Any questions he had previously essentially evaporated at the current situation at hand, now he was just confused while he was getting his own from the bag he had set down.

“I don’t have a bed thingy like you.” They tilted their head at his bed roll while he was setting it up on the floor. “I usually just slept in trees or cars, I don’t think I ever even had a blanket.”

Damian groans to himself at their explanation, grabbing a spare blanket from his bag before he handed it to them with a grunt, offering the blanket to them, he wasn’t exactly going to let them go cold while sleeping, now he understands why they’re sick, if they had no blanket it’s not that surprising anymore.

They blink before grinning as they accept the blanket offering, laying it on the floor before promptly flopping down in it with a puff of air escaping them. Damian watches with a mild sense of annoyance as they didn’t even bother to lay the blanket on top of them, only laying on it, which defeats the purpose of the blanket.

“I’ll keep watch for tonight, just get some rest.” He huffs, not wanting to get taken off guard by squatters or looters coming in at night or the morning, watching them give him a thumbs up and a smiling nod before they lay their head down and almost instantly fall asleep.

Damian was definitely surprised at how quickly they had just fallen asleep, perhaps they were just really tired, he wouldn’t blame them if they were, but still, they had been so damn enthusiastic when they met even if they were tired.

He grunts, shaking his head to clear his mind before looking out the window as the sky becomes a deep blue, the sun having set just after they got into the building, a close call in his opinion. Which now leaves him to think back on the day, the moments that lead up to this situation, making him sigh as he questions how the hell he got into this, but there’s no turning back now for him, he has a strange person as his new traveling companion, oh well, at least he’s no longer alone. Now all he has to do is wait for morning light and see what will happen next.

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[the-fyre-flie]

Some more Jor El Superman and Kal El Superboy au cuz I adore this au and I adore their characters that I've brainstormed

In this au, the Els lean much further into the fact that Kal is meant to be an immigrant to American and how that effects them.

When Jor got a job in Metropolis and started being called Jordan by his coworkers, he felt really strange about it. Part of him was worried he was abandoning his Kryptonian heritage, and it only got worse when the school asked if Kal had an 'American name' teachers could call him. Hearing his son be called Clark during pickup felt just... wrong.

Kal was an infant when they got to earth, and Jor has been trying so hard to make sure his son knows about their planet and history. He taught Kal Kryptonian as a first language, and thus, Kal was pretty delayed with English. For a while, the school was worried Kal might have some sort of developmental delay, but really, he was just a bilingual toddler who was learning how to speak, read, and write two languages at once.

I have a personal HC that Jor and Kal look nothing at all like small town white Americans, and personally, I think people might think they're Thai due to their appearance despite them both being aliens from outer space. I do think that in this au, Jor and Kal both experience various forms of racism and stereotyping from their coworkers and classmates, which is what pushes both of them to protect people who can't protect themselves.

Note, I'm not an immigrant, nor have I ever experienced any kind of racism. So please correct me on anything that may be wrong-! I don't mean any insult or harm by what I write!

[amor-godess-of-love]

Still working on my animatic, but I created this gif too while working on it

You can try to guess from what part of animatic this scene is from.

[jillconstantinw]

Jill. I found Kai. Wanna get revenge on the bastard?

— Astaroth

@d3vils-in-th3-d3tails

you think i’d employ your help? fuck off. i can take him alone.

[le-sluagh]

Happy Valentines Day - Batman: Vigilante

Some of the ships in Batman: Vigilante :D ❤️

Made with ref pose

[azure-wing]

I think if the dc universe was slightly less modern Tim would've pulled an annabel mcalistar and jason would be his jasoer

[brucewaynehater101]

Yk the wknow deal with fans wanting Tim to have a baby face and not ever change.

Also the Gotham is alive thing.

Well, what if Gotham choosed Tim to be its protector along Batman, and decide for his sake that Robin should always be the cheerful kid who inspires safety. Thus locking Tim at age 16 with a young face, stunting his growth, stoping his atempts to bulk up, for his time in the city. "Because Robin should be a child" It didnt stop even when Damian came around, because Gotham didnt choose Damian.

When whatever happens that frees Tim of the city. He is finally able to change and get older. And get better.

Oh gods. If I was Tim and got stuck at 16 physically, I would be fist-fighting Gotham. I don't care how that looks, we are fighting. If I have to punch a pot hole cover, I would.

Also, how far does the blame fall onto Gotham? Cause Tim tried to quit twice and still got sucked back into being Robin. Would Tim blame Gotham for what happened to Steph? Would his choice to be *Red* Robin be due to him knowing that Gotham would just cause some mayhem if Tim tried to quit? Does he feel guilty/obligated to continue being Robin due to Gotham?

There's a fuck ton to play around with here.

Gods. How much does Gotham understand what she's doing? She's not human, so does she understand what her influence does? How does Gotham feel about Tim? Is this done out of some misguided motherly love? Is she doing this through her grief of losing Jason (and part of why she does this after Tim is 16 is because it took that long to finally accept Tim as Robin)?

I love that this can be taken as either a horrifying concept or a crack one.

[melon-cat-cult]

Dragon-shifter damian Wayne au but no one knows he's a dragon-shifter

Ra's al ghoul being the centuries old being he is just collects shit throughout time, one of those things being dragon scales and plot twist he can get DNA from the scales and while Damian was off being a test tube baby Ra thought fuck it and gave the boy dragon DNA and when Damian was five he finally finds out what it did because Damian shifts for the first time into a little baby dragon, cool. But Ra doesn't like it (him being stupid and not taking into account that dragons mature differently than humans) because Damian is small and weak and forbids him from shifting again or he will face punishment, que angst, it's pretty common knowledge that damian is a dragon-shifter in the league.

So when Damian goes to live with his dad no one brings it up Damian because he thought Bruce knows, Talia because idk Talia reasonings, so no one finds out, Jason knows but doesn't say anything because at first he thought Bruce knew but then found out he didn't and decided it would be fun not to say anything to see Bruce's face when he finds out.

Everyone just thinks he's aggressive, no he's not he's trying not to indulge in his instincts, he imprinted on Bruce and now he's dad is a part of his hoard so when he thinks Tim is trying to take Bruce and Robin because he also accidentally imprinted on Robin he attacks to protect his hoard. It's very small and he doesn't wanna lose it even though he shouldn't have imprinted on things.

Que more angst

They found out through some fuck ass shit happening maybe someone revived a dragon or something, dcxdp people maybe Danny recognizes the signs because of his own dealings with dragons. And they like turn to Batman and are like "why are you neglecting him?"

Batman is like " what do you mean my son is fine all his needs are met" and is a little fuck you man.

The dragon is like "all his human needs are met what about his dragons ones are deprived, when was the last time he even shifted."

And Batman is like "what do you mean dragon needs?"

And they just stare at each other confused. Damian is also confused. And is like " I'm a dragon shifter, I thought you were aware of that."

Now everyone is confused except Jason he is laughing at Bruce's confusion. But Jason is also concerned because what do you mean dragon needs can be neglected.

[haljordan-cosmicwater]

*gives you two more definitely normal and not from Gotham fishes.*

MORE FISH!! The other one made me feel weird though. Oh well! I'll be fine. Probably.

[shymaru]

@yellowskinnedwackyman

It felt like hardly any time had passed since he'd started on the research. While it had become quieter than it had been earlier he had been so focused on speaking with the people he'd been asked to and getting his notes together that it hadn't really caught his attention. Even if it was obvious that it was now getting dark out.

[the-fyre-flie]

Okay so I've already established Robin!Bruce Wayne and Batman!Alfred, but how about Superman!Jor El and Superboy!Kal El? I love the concept of switched out aus

Specifically, Jor and Kal escape Krypton together, and both get taken in by the Kents. They live together on the farm, with the cover being Jor is Martha Kents' cousin from somewhere in Eurasia, and he and Kal moved to Smallville to escape conflict. Jor starts using the more human name Jordan, and Kal picks Clark. They still prefer their Kryptonian names tho. Jor picks up a job as a reporter in Metropolis, using his super powers to be REALLY good at reporting on what's happening, and Kal does his best to be a normal school boy. They become Superman and Superboy because while American is a great country, they can see the injustice happening to people who don't have powers to protect themselves.

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Jor sighed as he once again flipped through the most recent report he received on a corrupt landlord who was caught scamming his tenants. It was incredibly unfair how society allowed people to suffer until the suffering was noticed by too many people. He only looked up when a hand pushed the lid of his laptop shut, placing a plate with a slice of freshly baked pie on top of it. Martha's kind smile greeted him.

"Eat, boy. You're gunna become skin and bone if you don't." She smiled as she ruffled Jors hair, treating him like the son she never had. Jor and Kal had been a blessing to her and Jonathan, a son and grandson to love. Jor scoffed as he began to eat, the cherry pie as delicious as ever.

"Did Kal run through here recently? I've been meaning to ask him about school." Jor spoke through a mouthful of pie, waving his fork a bit as he watched Martha clean the dishes she had used while baking. She shook her head, but offered what she knew.

"Jonathan took him down to the lake for some boys bonding. Said they would be fishing all day, might even bring home dinner."

As if on cue, the front door slammed open, a small, soaking wet boy flying in carrying a large trout, an equally soaked man following after carrying two fishing poles. Kal happily flew between the rafters, waving the fish he had caught back and forth.

"Father, look! I caught it!" Kal cheered as he finally landed in front of Jor, Jonathan chuckling lighting.

"He insisted on diving in after it. Tipped the damn boat."

When Jonathan took the fish from Kal to prepare for dinner, Kal sidled up next to Jor, trying to reach for the slice of pie his father was eating.

"Kal El, do not steal your father's slice. I'll get you your own." Martha scolded, slapping away Kals hand, the young super powered boy smiling as he followed after his adoptive grandmother. He happily accepted the slice, floating a few feet into the air and crossing his legs as he ate. While Jor tended to keep his Kryptonian powers under wraps, Kal was happy to be able to use his abilities at home. It was a struggle to hide his strength, especially with how his inability to fully control it yet and getting to throw around hay bales was a great outlet.

[amor-godess-of-love]

A little preview of "Do you blame yourself?" Animatic I'm working on.

It's happened early in my au.

It happened before my comic "return".

Basically finally working on lore art in my au.

[mousebiites]

Jervis Tetch // Mad Hatter design :: First draft

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Mental health is a bitch, thus, I haven’t had the motivation to properly finish anything today, so here’s the first draft of the Mad Hatter design I mentioned yesterday :]

Materials used: Posca markers, pencil

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[ As always, feel free to ask me anything!! I appreciate any feedback!! ]

[selanaris]

Updating This Superman AU

I've stewed this idea a bit, and I really want to write a fic for it. But decided on some changes.

The Fan is more a villain obsessed specifically with Superman. He uses items he stole from Mister Mxyzptlk. He takes his collection ship with him to many different universes, collecting Superman memorabilia. Sometimes, if he gets caught or threatened, he will just break or ruin a timeline and leave. Mxyzptlk is actively searching for The Fan.

In one universe, the Fan stopped by, he found Kal-el as an infant and took him. This broke that timeline. He is now raising his own Superman on his collection ship. Hiding in whatever main timeline of DC.

This is Kal-el, Clark Kent. (Later changed to Cameron Kent, which I will refer to him as the rest of this post) Cameron was raised and trained purely by simulations. Fan would make or imitate different lives of Superman and put Cameron through it for his amusement. This leads Cameron to never truly believe or understand relationships. Every heroic act, every other hero, and even interactions with love interests have all been planned simulations. If Fan placed a love turned betrayal, Cameron does not interact. He simply goes with it. Everything is planned and how it should be.

Cameron does have some differences to main line Superman. He has more lightly suntouched skin via simulated exposure. His hair is longer and more wavy, going past his shoulders in a loose low ponytail. His suit is a navy blue with red and orange accents. Cameron has the same powers, but his cold breath is weak and more of a wind. He also has more control over his solar flare. The way that Jon has his solar flare up, Cameron can control that perfectly on his body, similar to absolute superman. Allowing him to heat up metals, things he touches, or just flare up his entire body in pure UV radiation. He is more thin than Superman, taller and older than Kon, but less broad than Clark. This comes from only getting the minimum needed to grow, no Ma Kent to give him extras. But he is slightly faster than Superman, just a bit.

This time, a rescue comes from Mister Mxyzptlk, who called the justice league in. They distract The Fan, while Mxyzptlk gets his stuff back in time to send Fan to the void. Mxyzptlk fully planned to just take everything on the ship with him... but through some Batman persuasion, they get to keep Cameron.

Cameron is 19-21, keeps his Kal-El name, and moves in with the Kent's a bit. He has a lot to learn. Showing proper emotions, actually feeling for the world around him, that he can now actually make a change and that his choices do matter. It takes a while, often being called the silent Superman, but he builds himself up for a small smile and a little joke. He will then take the name Solar Flare and try to change the world in ways he couldn't before.

Man, I really want to write this.