#I have written Wayne lore now which has absolutly nothing to do with cannon and everything to do with this

[tiredwriter2003]

Gotham had been quiet for a while now. Nearly 3 days of nothing. No breakouts, no crime, not even the drug rings had been selling. Most would take this as a blessing. A sign that maybe their methods were working. Perhaps crime was dying down. Maybe others had seen the errors of their ways?

Bruce knew better than that though. He knew his city. He knew that the only reason scavengers stopped circling is if there was a bigger danger to worry about, be it a predator or otherwise, and he had heard nothing. But he could feel it.

Bruce was Batman with all that implied. The talent, the smarts, the experience and the knowledge all wrapped up in one Bat themed package. But most importantly he was a Wayne by blood. The Waynes had always had an uncanny sort of intuition. A feeling that niggled in their brain that 'they shouldn't use that route today' or 'there's something wrong with them' and even sometimes 'don't trust it'. There was a reason they had made their fortune and this gut feeling was directly tied into it. They always knew who to invest in, when to pull their money out, who would be best to marry and which way to steer the company in later years. It resulted in them being years ahead of competitors in research in new fields, dozens of promising scientists and inventors working under them who might have never had a chance to be great, happy relationships which resulted in kids with all the right traits to be successful in life. Sure sometimes they ignored it. Thomas and Bruce ignored it when they went out the night they died, despite feeling like they should stay in, Bruce ignored it when it told him to check up on Talia resulting in him missing a portion of his sons life, he ignored it telling him to keep an eye on Jason and he died which would always be one of his biggest regrets. This knowing wasn't something Bruce mentioned much, he didn't consciously think of it most of the time and it was hard for those outside of the bloodline to understand.

He loved all his children, truly he did, but they didn't share these feelings of his and Damien had been trained by his mother to ignore them and rely on facts instead. She didn't know of this little quirk of his and so Damien barely registered it anymore. His kids could not understand how he just knew they had done something he wouldn't approve of, how he knew if they were injured or not and he never told them. It wasn't important and he didn't want them to feel excluded or not part of the family. He loved them and that was what mattered.

But this feeling told him not to leave the cave after patrol. Told him to boot up the computer and start taking stock of which league members were available and he listened. Bruce had learnt his lesson about ignoring this feeling. Ignoring it had led to 3 of his greatest regrets and he had no wish to add anymore to the tally.

Not 20 minutes later Clark rang. Something had got through to his computer, a woman was going to wage war with an unknown number of casualties and most importantly a child needed help.

Bruce was prepared for this, he had done everything he needed to in his 20 minutes waiting for this call. It took but a few clicks to call an emergency meeting and to get hold of the signal Clarks computer was receiving. A few more to bring up Amity Park and the strange interference preventing further research. His fingers pressed a few more keys and that was no longer an issue, whoever made the walls were good but sadly for them Bruce was better.

As his kids drifted back into the cave Batman made sure that he had everything he needed to deal with this as soon as possible. He also told Alfred to prepare three rooms in the manor for potential long term guests.

Just in case.

DP x DC Angst Prompt

Inspired by the song Preacher by Roe Kapara

"This is a distress signal from Amity Park Illinois." A scared teen girl was the face to meet the staticy camera. Red hair pulled up in a messy bun, tear stains clear on her face, eyes rimmed red.

All options were running out. They had two days, two days before the hunt began. Two days before they lose everything.

A distress signal, broadcasted on loop, over and over again to any frequency they can get their hands on with the limited equipment they had.

"This Friday, at 3:15am, my town is going to make an irreparable mistake."

A soft clang rang from somewhere of screen, but that didn't shift her attention.

"My town, my home, has fallen to the manipulation of a deranged woman."

A choked sound came from off screen, sounds uncomfortable close to a sob.

"Amity Park has always been disconnected from the rest of the world. A small town, in it's own small world. Things have been happening here for the past two years, and now..."

She paused, glancing off screen before wiping her face.

"Now we aren't enough to save it. We did took too long to notice the cancer that was spreading. The hysteria combined with fear of the unknown that drove out town to follow her.

My name is Jasimine Fenton, I'm here with my father Jack Fenton. My mother, Madeline Fenton, is the reason the world might be facing war."

The video footage grew worse, static starting to over take the image and the audio.

"Dad, we're losing it!"

"Sorry Jazzy-bear" The new voice clearly came from a man, even if he stayed clear of the camera view. A moment passed before it was fixed.

"We don't know how long we gave before they find us, but... My baby brother Danny Fenton is going to be brutally hunt down Friday morning.

There's no time to put all the information needed in this signal, but I'm begging anyone who sees this. Please send help.

Anyone who has spoken against the plan has been imprisoned, the only ones from the team that's fear is us."

Jazz let out a shaking breath, staring off screen for just a moment before coming back, fresh tears rimming her eyes.

"All Danny every wanted to do was protect his home, and all he got in return was pain and hatred. Please, you might not know us, but you need to know. Danny holds a high position with in the ghostly realm.

Whatever you want to call it, the ghost zone, the infinite realms, or purgatory. Doesn't matter, all you need to know of the living kill Danny, the ghosts will rage war."

A heavy thud filled the room, the camera seemed to shake at the sound. Fear filled Jazz's face.

"Dad, they-"

"It's okay Jazz, finish the recording, they can't get in yet."

Jazz nodded, moving toward the camera. She seemed to cup it in her hands and tried to speak over the loud thud that continued to penetrate the area.

"We're running out of time, I hope this reaches someone somewhere. More than anything, I hope this reaches the Justice League.

Reaches them before Friday. Before the world is in true danger. Danny is the only link to peace between worlds. Don't let a woman driven by hatred be the end."

This time instead of a thud, it sounded more like a crack. The camera shifted and a view of a large man built like a tank was caught. A strange gun in one hand, and what looked like a strange grenande in the other.

"Jazzy-Bear, there's an escape tunnel in the back. Go, I'll hold them off as long as I can."

"No! I'm not leaving you!"

"Jazz-"

"No. I don't care, I'm no use to anyone by myself. We need to stick together."

"Jasimine-"

"I'm setting the recording to loop."

"Honey-"

Loud crash broke through following another crack. Heavy footsteps followed. Voices screamed through the air.

Jazz's face filled the screen completely as gunfire could be heard.

"Please send anyone, I can't lose my baby brother too."

And just like that, the screen went black. Barely a couple seconds passed before the screen lit up again.

The video starting from the beginning. Hoping for anyone to view it.

A cry for help cycling through an endless loop until it found it's self broadcast for the League.