#billy batson

[the-fyre-flie]

Billy, who's headspace is split between Greek and Roman deities (and Solomon), showing interest in the arts from ancient Greece and Roman.

Aka theater kid Billy who's also in debate club and is taking art classes for mosaic tile art and sculpting, who's learning the lyre on the side cuz somehow being a part time hero isn't enough for him.

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Billy, messing around with a small clay figure: ....

Zeus: I knew the guy who made humans out of clay. Talented dude.

Billy, pausing, wracking his brain for what he just learned in class: You banished Prometheus for giving us fire.

Zeus: I said he was a good sculptor, not that I treated him fairly.

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Hes actually getting pretty good at the lyre and on slow hero-ing days, there's been reports of Captain Marvel sitting on rooftops staring at sheet music that looks to have been written by hand playing songs that history have no record of from a bygone era of Greece when myths walked among men.

[wonderjanga]

I Dabble in a Little of Everything

Because Billy is a champion of magic, he has access to almost all magic. This includes magic across various cultures and times. Some forgotten, some still practiced. Some old, some new. Point is, if it’s been done, he can do it, and he does everything anytime it can benefit him.

Flash: “Is that a doll…?”

Marvel: “Huh?” *doesn’t look away from the doll as he stuffs some hair into it*

Flash: “Is that a doll?”

Marvel: “Uh… yes. Yes it is.”

Flash: “Okay…?”

*silence*

Marvel: *starts sewing the doll back up*

Flash: “So why are you making a doll with someone’s hair in it?”

Marvel: “You know voodoo, right?” *hands him a needle*

Flash: “Yeah? So is that a voodoo doll?” *absentmindedly takes it*

Marvel: *moves Barry’s hand holding the needle until it’s above the doll* “Yup. It’s of my archenemy.”

Flash: “Wait really? But this guy has barely any hair? Isn’t Adam’s luscious—”

Marvel: *forces the hand down, jamming the needle into one of the doll’s legs*

or

GL: “Dude, why are you writing on a stone tablet?”

Marvel: “I’m modifying a curse so I can place it on someone else.”

GL: “Wha…? What curse?”

Marvel: “Some Italian guy from a long time ago wrote on a stone tablet about how a his lover’s rivals couldn’t never be more successful than him.”

GL: “Oh. Okay…?”

Marvel: “So now I’m modifying it so that I can use it on someone else.”

GL: “Who made you so made that you’d not only modify a curse for them, but also write it on a stone tablet and use a burnt stick as a pencil.”

Marvel: “Someone who used to be family.”

GL: “Used to be family?? What’d they do”

Marvel: “Steal from me.”

or

Marvel: *muttering, looking crazed and leaned over a table looking at a bunch of calendars and starcharts*

Blue Beetle(BB) and Booster Gold(BG): *peering around a corner*

BB: “He’s been at that for hours…”

BG: “I know! He yelled at me until I ran away when I went to ask about it.”

BB: “Oh. That’s good.”

BG: “What? Why would that be good??”

BB: “That means he’ll bring either apology cake, pie, or cupcakes.”

BG: “Wha— oh yeah, actually that’s great.”

BB: “What was he doing anyways? Did you ever find out?”

BG: “Kinda? He yelled something about divining, then good fortune, then bad fortune, then something in Japanese I think.”

BB: “Huh. Well, I got no clue what that means.”

BG: “Me neither.”

Onmyōdō is used to find good fortune. Billy was trying to see if he could try and do the opposite and divine what would bring bad fortune. He was then gonna pull up on the guy and absently watch them have a shitty day.

By the way, all of this was on Ebenezer.

[cakypa120]

Touching the phantom core is a very intimate gesture. And only very close people do it.

Billy was one of those very close people. Danny sometimes allowed him to touch his core. Danny explained that when Billy touches his core, he relaxes a lot and it helps him calm down. Billy is glad that Danny trusts him so much. That's why he always monitors his boyfriend's condition, because Danny's life is quite tense and stressful.

Danny had been on the verge of murder one day. His entire week had been hell. Vlad was pestering him, the ghosts had increased their attacks, he was struggling at school, he had a fight with Jazz over something he couldn't remember, the boys in white had laid siege to the city and Danny had to fight his way through to get to Billy for help. All in all, he had spent the week under immense stress. And now he was in the Watchtower, listening to Batman's plans to destroy the GIW from the inside. His head was hurting and his hands were itching to punch someone.

Billy noticed Danny's stress so he took him to a secluded corner. Danny looked at him sullenly, Billy simply placed his hand on his chest. Danny sighed and his chest opened up to reveal his core which was pulsing with all the stress he had been holding inside. Billy gently touched the cool surface. Danny sighed softly and exhaled in relief. Billy gently ran his fingers over the surface, like a feather touching skin, his fingers gliding over the surface. Danny laid his head on his chest and breathed heavily. Billy softly whispered words of comfort as Danny melted in his arms, releasing all the pent up stress.

Superman went to find Captain Marvel and the Phantom. They left the meeting, and Marvel said they would be gone for a while. But ten minutes had passed and Bruce began to grind his teeth. Then he heard a quiet groan and heavy breathing. Which definitely belonged to the Phantom. And also a quiet whisper from Marvel. Clark stopped and his face turned red. He turned sharply and went back into the conference room.

Batman: Where are Captain Marvel and the Phantom?

Clark: They're...h-they're...talking...

Batman: And about what?

Clark: I'm not eavesdropping!

The heroes look at him and understand everything. Clark's eyes were darting, his posture was nervous, and his face was unusually red. You don't have to be Batman to understand that Marvel and the Phantom were caught doing something inappropriate.

Everyone tries not to stare at the happy Marvel and relaxed Phantom when they return. Clark doesn't even look at them. Hal gives Marvel a proud father's look with a fox-like grin.

Billy doesn't understand why his colleagues are looking at them like that. Danny doesn't care. All the stress is gone. Now all they have to do is destroy the GIW and make peace with Jazz. No big deal.

[queenofghost]

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Billy stepped forward, face set. "I need to talk to Batman."

Robin smiled kindly. "Let me see if I can help you first. Is it about your parents or guardians? Do you live in this building?"

Billy shook his head. "I'm from Fawcett City. I have a message for Batman from Captain Marvel."

Robin stared at him. "How did you get to Gotham?"

"Train."

"By yourself?"

Billy glared. "Are you gonna help me or not? I came all this way!" He gestured. He really didn’t want to grab a bus to Metropolis. It was late. He would probably have to sleep somewhere in the city first.

"What's the message?"

"It's for Batman."

“No Bats here,” a deep, mechanical voice stated.

Robin grabbed Billy’s arm and pulled him behind. Billy turned and stared up at the tall figure as he stepped off from the ledge of the building and closer to the boys. He was wearing a full face metal helmet in a gleaming red color. Billy spotted the gun in his hand and stepped further behind Robin.

“Picking out your replacement, Replacement? How proactive.”

Robin was tense, arms spread defensively in front of Billy. “What do you want, Hood?”

“You’re in my territory, birdie.”

“We’re in Gotham Heights. Park Row is two blocks east,” Robin returned, voice tense.

“Close enough,” the man growled.

Robin tilted his head. “Fine. We’ll go.”

“Kid stays.”

“He’s not from Gotham,” Robin quickly returned.

“I have a message for Batman!” Billy piped in.

“Oh, really?” the stranger drawled.

“And he’s probably on his way. So you should go if you’re a bad guy.” He turned to Robin. “Is he a bad guy?” Billy whispered loudly.

The man huffed through the mechanical mask. “You’re really not from around here. I’m the Red Hood.”

“I’m Billy Batson.”

Robin looked over his shoulder at Billy. Both heroes stared at him for a long moment.

“Seriously?” Robin asked.

Billy nodded.

[cloudycera]

I don't know what higher power gave me the idea that Freddy is a Box Dye Blonde but i thank them everyday. It's so him.

[moonlightcycle571]

I love reporter Billy, but consider this: Billy becoming an architect to fix the Rock of Eternity (ROE)

Here’s the thing about the Rock. They used to have a council, people filling their halls and people who would maintain their infrastructure.

Now there is only a ghost of a (singular) council member and the new champion.

It’s also been who knows how many centuries or millennia Roe was renovated, and no one fixed them after the battle that led to the end of the council. So they are not in good shape. The wizard was holding on by a thread, that’s how damaged they were.

Billy, having grew up with Roe as their most stable place to stay, of course noticed. He’s read the books in the Library of Eternity, has seen the scriptures of the ancient civilisations and saw the carvings on the walls of the people who used to walk here.

Having grown up homeless, Billy knew the foundations of what makes a building safe to stay in. He’s even renovated a few abandoned apartments to make it livable once he’s learned how to use magic. Which in turn, may have inspired him to study architecture.

Roe is in shambles when they meet their new champion. Roe expects to remain in that state of disrepair for the foreseeable future. What Roe didn’t see coming is the sheer dedication of the child they helped raise.

A thing about Fawcette is that there’s a mix of serval centuries style through out the city, mostly because of time distortion and well as magic and runes instilled in the buildings. Meaning they have one hell of an architect program.

Not only does Billy preserve and off the natural foundations, but he also adds new designs, carved stone to incorporate beautiful pieces to adorn the halls. Adds new runes to help Roe sustain themself better, for the magic to run smoothly. Roe is no longer in shambles. No longer unpolished and full of grime a reminder of an ancient past, and starts to resemble more on how they unused to be. Cared for, strong and carved of stone.

Just, adult Billy as an architect. And using that knowledge + magic to fix up Roe. And Roe being an ancient sentient being that feels like they finally get to have multiple spa days after centuries of abandonment.

Also an architect has a way more flexible schedule than most jobs, allowing Billy to do his Champion and Hero duties at his pace.

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for catwithakufi behind the cut; “Damian gets a Pocket”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The day’s classes are uneventful. Damian does not encounter Beloved’s point of origin, and is unsurprised by this fact. He did not expect to, after all, and is therefore merely being proven correct in those expectations. Beloved remains hidden in his school bag, and does not venture out. Damian takes the occasional given opportunity to check on him, but Beloved mostly seems to be sleeping on his pencil bag, using his own small bag as a pillow. 

Damian has a folded handkerchief in his pocket. He leaves it beside Beloved where he sleeps for the other to choose to use or not. It is a poor blanket, but he lacks a more suitable option. 

At least the handkerchief is acceptable quality for a handkerchief if nothing else, he supposes. Though with the look of Beloved–the hungry, bruised, neglected look of Beloved–Damian would still far rather have had something to offer that was . . . more suitable, again. 

He reserves a portion of his lunch while eating in the food hall, and afterwards takes Beloved to an appropriately secluded corner of the grounds to offer said portion to him without compromising his desire to remain concealed. Beloved seems startled, then cautious, and then shyly pleased. He spreads the handkerchief atop Damian’s bag in apparent imitation of a picnic blanket, then carefully sets each little sampling of what Damian set aside for him out. He fusses until the food is all neatly sorted and set up just so, and then attempts to offer Damian himself a share. Damian is . . . uncertain how to respond to that. 

“I have dined sufficiently, Beloved,” he tries with a stiff dip of his head. “Your consideration is noted.” 

Beloved tips his head; looks up at him for a long moment with very blue eyes, and then chirps up at him before taking a seat. His eyes are much bluer than Damian has ever personally encountered in a baseline human who was not in some way being affected by an external influence. Father’s eyes are far paler. Grayson’s eyes are a darker, deeper blue. Todd’s are closer to green, and Drake’s are practically gray. Brown’s are simply a few shades less saturated. 

But Beloved’s eyes are so blue as to be near-electric. 

They make him think of lightning, Damian thinks, though he can’t quite place why. Lightning is not particularly associated with the color blue, to his knowledge. But he thinks it like an instinct, and so he notes it all the same. Instinct is not an unhelpful tool, at times. 

Damian files all his observations of Beloved’s eye color with all his other observations of the other, and with them files an accompanying list of possible explanations for the blue. There are multiple possibilities that could fit. Just to start: metahuman ability, human experimentation, magic, or simply an incongruity in his soulmate’s self-perception could all have caused such an effect. And Damian is increasingly certain that he never has seen that specific shade of blue in a baseline human’s eyes. 

. . . though he does think–his mind instinctively phrased it that way when he first observed the atypical shade of Beloved’s eyes, Damian thinks. He did not simply think “anyone’s eyes”. He thought, very specifically, “a baseline human’s eyes”. 

He cannot trace back the reason for his own mind’s use of the phrasing any more than he could identify where the thought of lightning first came from, but he notes and files it all the same. Sometimes an instinct must be listened to, and sometimes a conclusion must be reached one small step at a time. 

Or a target. 

These are things Damian al-Ghul and Damian Wayne both know very well; things the Heir of the Demon’s Head and the Heir to the Bat both know very well. Things that they both know far better than they now know this one particular specific shade of blue. 

Though Damian does not expect to forget that specific blue all the same, even once Beloved’s origin point is no longer in need of Robin. 

Most people would not expect him to, he supposes, but he does not know what Father would expect. 

He does not know what Father had once called his Pocket of Mother, still, and cannot imagine he will ever have occasion to. Why would he, when there is no purpose to the knowledge? 

Why would he, when she is already long, long gone from the world. 

Beloved happily eats the full portion that Damian had reserved for him and chirps all the more happily up at him after. Damian does not indulge in the thought exercise of the possibility of it taking . . . some time, perhaps, for Beloved to fade. Once his origin point no longer needs whatever he needs–or will need–Robin for, that is. 

Given that whatever that need is will obviously occur tonight, Damian finds it unlikely that Beloved will remain with him for very long. It is–preferable, he supposes, that at least he will know that he has fulfilled a purpose, as opposed to the idea that he will have rejected something. 

He cannot imagine that Father would support that assessment, though. 

“Love, love, love,” Beloved chants contentedly as he folds the handkerchief back up, clumsy about but careful with the process. He is not particularly tidy about it, but clearly doing his best with the process. 

Damian, again, does not indulge in any unnecessary thought exercises.

[duahhail]

learning how to draw the littlest guy ever and the famibly,,,

[ledesaid]

Billy body-swaps #8

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Today there's something new. It's… It's… It's in a box!!!

A coffin?!

The jumper believes the hand is not that of an adult; he notices it when touching the fabric. The fabric is soft, shiny, and, given its inability to yield to his push, it is undoubtedly part of a coffin.

His young host has calluses on the tips of his fingers and knuckles, which tells Billy that he has led a rather active life.

Focus, Billy. He says to himself.

While reviewing the long list of items in Batman's contingency plan, two things come to his mind:

First, all the League is prohibited from going on dangerous solo missions on Sundays. Given the unpredictability of Billy's powers, this makes a lot of sense. So, two months ago, he jumped to a host outside the Justice League and he was trainned for situations like these an external host in a risky situation.

The young man wonders… Who would bury someone alive in this day and age? A mobster, perhaps? Or could this person suffer from that disease called Narcolepsy?

The second thought bubble bursts, and he thinks he remembers old videos of Houdini and the magician Zatara. Curiously smuggled in by one of the Robins when Batman wasn't watching. They did many things with their hands, then their young assistant pressed a button to remove the earth and… That's cheating. Billy doesn't think he can cheat in this situation… or can he?

A third thought answers that question.

Superman.

Could he hear him?

Normally, he can.

If he shouted from the subway, would Superman hear him?

This doesn’t seem as deep as the subway, but unlike it, there’s nothing for sound to travel through.

The youngest knows that Superman is always alert to his voice. Especially on Sundays during jumps!

An attempt leaves him with a sore throat and no response from Clark.

The contingency plan failed. Plan B?

Exactly. Go back to Plan A.

Batman has a very interesting flowchart...

Billy's new host had a dry mouth, and his latest attempt to call Superman was simply pathetic.

Plan C. Search for whatever you can and use it however you can. As part of the training he's been receiving, he must find something useful among his current belongings.

Nothing in his pockets. But there's a belt with a decent buckle.

Shoes... A tie...

A jacket...

And... Something sharp beneath his back...

It seems to be an aluminum sheet that extends up to his neck.

With all this in his hands... It looks like, after all, he’s going to apply the Houdini method...

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Gravedigger: I swear, officer! I saw a zombie coming out of its grave!

Police officer: Right… Do you know that making a false call is a offense?

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Booster: You can't be serious!!

Booster Gold shouted at Batman.

Booster: We can recover Ted! Blue Beetle?! A member of the league?! Your friend?!

Batman: Billy is not an object.

Booster: I never said he was.

Batman: But you want to use him as one.

Booster: I didn’t want to believe you were truly the villain the story portrayed...

The Gothamite looks at him and stops Booster with his words.

Batman: Billy doesn't control his powers in that way.

Booster: Of all people… why was your son the chosen one? Why can’t it be my friend the next? Huh, Batman? I don’t buy your excuse! You know something about this, Bruce… and you’re hiding that from us.

The time traveler disappears from the Watchtower with a whisper.

"And I'm going to find out."

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Billy don't left his room in the past few days.

He said he was fine. But he hasn’t spoken since his return.

He has lived through so much during his jumps, but this time...

Can you blame him? He just dug his way out of a grave!

And...

And...

And he just brought someone back to life!

This is planting something in his heart, and he fears... fears it might take root. This almost impossible hope...

Is there a possibility of recovering his family?

Billy decides to get some sleep. The adults seem very tense around him...

Especially Booster Gold. Billy knows the stories of all the fallen Leaguers...

It’s better to go to sleep, he tells himself again. He doesn’t want to think about the possibility of someone asking him to bring someone else back…

He doesn’t want to climb out of a grave on his own ever again.

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On the other hand...

Jason Todd is recovering very well at Wayne Manor!

There are only a few moments when his mind goes blank. Medically speaking, and based on extremely expensive medical studies, that’s considered a good sign!

And his physical rehabilitation is progressing smoothly.

Medically speaking, this is impossible.

But Jason knows the name of his Meta benefactor, a Meta kid who resides in the Watchtower with a unique code name: Marvel.

The second Robin wants to thank him personally, but Batman has forbidden all communication with the youngest and is deeply offended that Batman believes he will obediently stay at the manor after being revived as a zombie!

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[the-fyre-flie]

Bruce Wayne VS Billy Batson, stressed old man vs kid who seems determined to drive him to an early stress related death lmaooo

Bruce, in batgear but cowl off, hunched over the Justice League table: Do you know why I called you here?

Billy, fidgeting nervously: I... accidently bricked one of the JL computers by throwing lightning at Barry and missing?

Bruce, brow quirking: You what...? No- no, that's not what I called you in for-

Billy: Because I replaced all of Oliver's arrows with sticks I found at the park?

Bruce, sighing: Again, no... I-

Barry: Because I planned a trip to a different magical dimension solely to avoid my school exams?

Bruce, getting more and more concerned: Billy, no-

Billy, leaning back a bit: is it because I made fish in the break room microwave?

Bruce, head in hands, horrified by all the shit that Billy manages to do in less than a week: Yes... all I wanted was to ask you to refrain from making fish in places that Aquaman frequents... jeez kid...

[wonderjanga]

Jon says he’s the ghost of “that one Robin that died” and Dick looks at him horrified while Wally lowkey believes him.

He’s Just There.

Multiple kid heroes have met Billy at various fights. None of them know that Billy is the same Billy and that all of them have befriended Billy too. This has happened across multiple generations.

Billy: *runs into an alley to transform*

Robin!Dick: *finishes beating up some goons*

Billy: *pauses*

Robin!Dick: *also pauses*

*silence*

Robin!Dick: “What are doing here?” *looks Billy up and down*

Billy: “Uh… I wanted to uh… take a short cut?”

Robin!Dick: “You don’t sound so sure that yourself.”

Billy: “But I was!”

Robin!Dick: “Right… well, listen why don’t you go on home, kid?”

Billy: “Kid? Aren’t we the same age?” *swears he remembers Batman saying something like that*

To be precise, Billy had heard Batman mention to Superman that Robin was entering middle school. Billy was pretty sure he was middle school age himself.

Robin!Dick: “Pssh… no. I’m totally older than you.”

They argued for a bit but somehow that led to a friendship? The two weren’t entirely sure how that happened. Anyways, they hung out whenever Billy came to Gotham for whatever reasons, of course with Dick still in costume.

This proceeded to happen multiple times with other kiddy heroes. Such as Superboy II.

Jon: “Are you one of Da- er Robin’s brothers?”

Billy: “What? No, what are you talking about?”

Later…

Jon and Billy: *drinking smoothies*

This has also happened to Kid Flash when Billy was in Central City chasing a story.

Billy: *walking down the road and spills his drink on the ground* “Aw dang it.”

Kid Flash: *speeds by and fucking SLIPS and crashes into a building*

Billy: “OH MY GODS??” *horrified and rushes over* “ARE YOU OKAY???”

They got chili dogs.

Anyways, one day, let’s say a JL meeting happened and there were also some kiddy heroes there for whatever reason too. Somehow, Billy came up in a conversation between Wally, now Flash, and Dick, who was now Nightwing.

Nightwing: “I mean, yeah. I had this friend named Billy. And I used to hang out with him all the time in costume back when I was Robin.”

Flash: “Wait, really? I also knew this kid named Billy who I used to hang out with in costume!”

Nightwing: “Really?” *is joking* “Was his last name Batson?”

Flash: “Yeah!” *pauses* “Wait, how do you know that?”

Jon: *floats over, eating a chalupa* “Yeah, how do you guys know Billy?”

Chaos ensues.

[ittybittybatsnbirds]

batman/superman: worlds finest #3

[markus209]

okay, this isn’t a fully fleshed out thought (quite the opposite in fact) but imagine captain marvel being hit with a deaging spell but rather than it making him his actual age (i’m thinking anywhere from 10-13 for this but make it what you want) he ends up in his late teens (like 17, but honestly young adult could work too) and it affects his mentality to match

just having a billy who’s suddenly dealing with hormonal changes and is in a sudden rebellious phase and has seen enough to get a but edgy because of it, yknow

[minibatson]

Adult Billy and Damian.

Doing this as a big post because I can.

Billy:

Adult Billy would probably not be very tall. About 167cm (5'4). He was malnourished for years, after all, and no amount of magic is going to change that.

He'd also almost certainly have at least some muscle. Not much, if only to distinguish him from Marvel, but it would be there. I can imagine Billy requesting that a member of the Justice League (Bat, Canary, it doesn't matter too much) train him so that, if things do get dire, he can at least do something while being Billy Batson.

He'd probably keep a lot of his hope and whimsy. Billy Batson ceases to be Billy Batson if he's a pessimist. However, I think his greater experience would make him more like Clark. A realistic optimist, over Billy's more blind optimism of his childhood. Adult Billy Batson does still believe that everything will be alright, but that belief now stems from the fact that he's already survived so much that he may as well survive again.

To quote the song Unsweetened Lemonade: "I didn't die at twelve, I guess I'm here 'til ninety three."

Also, imagine Clark's reaction the Justice League's baby studying journalism, and becoming a reporter. I like to imagine Clark and Billy check over each other's work sometimes. For fun.

Damian:

I have no faith that DC will actually keep him out of vigilantism for very long. I don't trust them like that. So, I'll be working with the idea that he leaves, studies medicine, and then cones pack with a new alter ego.

I'd pick the name Vireo. They're small green birds and, in spiritual practices, it symbolizes messages of continuing to communicate during a struggle and being patient. I think that concept suits Damian quite well.

I think he'd grow to being 167cm (nearly 5'8), and he'd have a build similar to his mother's. In fact, they'd look nearly identical.

Because I'm going to insert transfem Damian Wayne. I'll do a separate post on this another time, but I think the crux of it would be that her name would be Lilith. It keeps the same meaning as Damian (demon) and can be shortened to make an affectionate nickname (Dami vs Lili). It just seems fitting.

I think she'd be able to fully transition, even in the current political climate, because of the sheer amount of money backing her. She's a princess and the daughter of a billionaire. Good luck stopping her.