#she can also manipulate body heat and make people feel like they're on fire -this ability called PENANCE

[fearsgod]

Another HC:

When Celine's assignment is to tail someone, she does it while wearing a black hooded cloak to hide her hair, and a face mask but often doesn't user her blindfold in public - too many questions, the fabric instead stuffed in her pocket in case things go south and she needs to enhance her abilities .

[rutadales]

I want to hear abt what superpowers everyone has so bad I loove superhero aus

YIPPEE I LOVE SUPERHEROES SO MUCH

Info abt everyone's powers under the cut hehehe I am having so much fun

SO FIRST UP DREAM TEAM!! WAHOO

Dream is a psychic with the ability to travel into someone's mind, essentially creating a pocket dimension. This lets him read their thoughts, see their memories, and teleport anywhere in their field of vision. This also translates to him being empathetic. He mostly uses his powers to keep himself mobile, and is actually pretty hesitant to dig around in someone's head after an incident with Tommy a few years ago that left a bad taste in everyone's mouth.

Sapnap has physical powers that let him heat his body up at will and manipulate fire. As long as he's in an oxygen rich environment, he can set the air around him on fire. He can't cool his body down, however, and he can't put fires out- just move them around. He's pretty hotheaded (ha) and tends to rush into things guns blazing (extra ha).

George is another psychic who can put people to sleep, manipulate their dreams (to an extent, he can control the mood of them), and make those dreams a reality. So if someone's dreaming about the stay puff marshmallow man, he can make the stay puff marshmallow man terrorize the city block or if they're dreaming about a gun, he can use that gun and so on. Anything construct he creates does disappear when the person wakes up. Almost everyone gets him and Dream's powers confused with each other, to both of their annoyance (Sapnap does it on purpose).

NEXT TEAM WHOO!

Punz is a psychic with the ability to conjure any object he's seen before, so he usually uses it to make weapons and he's big into knifes. I don't have much more to say about his powers so a little backstory, he split off from Dream when they were all 18-19 years old after Punz's entire hometown was wiped off the map, killing his family. (This is a superhero au so everyone gets tragic superhero backstories god damn it)

Foolish is basically a waterbender on steroids, he can control any liquid and also 'sense' it. He can feel the water in sewers or in people, which does let him do some recon, with varying degrees of success, of course. The more viscous a liquid is, the harder it is for him to control and he can't change it's temperature, so if it's ice he's out of luck. And though he can feel the water in humans, he can't move someone around like a meat puppet. If they're bleeding he can use that blood, though. Along with this he can also breathe underwater.

Tina!!! Along with being a cat (having faster reflexes, better balance, and retractable claws) she can make anything she draws 3D. She's not psychic though, since she is manipulating the physical world. She uses mostly chalk and spray paint because those are the easiest to use on the go, and anything she creates retains the look of the materials used to create it. It also stays the size she painted it. Her art isn't alive, however, so she can't create a doodle bob (much to the chagrin of Foolish).

AND THATS EVERYONE I HAVE SO FAR!! I have plans for Tommy, Wilbur, and Tubbo who are all part of a team/agency that Wilbur founded. There were more people but a lot left after the incident that happened between them and Dream. (Unfortunately I am a C!dream stan through and through even in AUs so lmanberg gang was mostly in the wrong during that 😔✊) The syndicate is another hero team but they operate in another city so we won't see them much. Though rivals are still very much close friends who I have Plans™️ for

OH ALSO I need to draw them but Karl and Quackity are both psychics who work under the same agency as dteam with different teams as needed. Karl can move himself forward and backwards in time by a few seconds to a minute (he can push it more but the further he gets from the present the harder it is to get back. At one point he did get lost in the past until Dream was able to rescue him, which resulted in Karl forgetting a lot of really important things in his personal life). Quackity can control his own luck, so things tend to just sort of go right for him. It's not infallible, of course, but the really bad shit tends to happen to everyone else (operative word there being tends).

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TW FOR IMPLIED/REFERENCED SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND EXTREME DEPRESSION BELOW! CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

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Batman went alone to check on the reason due to all of his kids being on different missions to stop the assholes from setting any more fires in Gotham or other major cities. He doesn't particularly want his kids to come for a potentially dangerous recon mission, but at the same time, he's also gotten far too used to being followed by one of his kids at this point to enjoy the lonely silence that had followed him throughout his younger years as The Batman before Dick came bursting into his life wjth a homicidal rage.

This is all to say that he's feeling a bit unsettled over the silence that is usually filled in the Batplane by at least one child/young adult he's partially raised. That's not even touching on the fact that Damian is now going to college and is in his own apartment now after Bruce's and Alfred's nudging so that he may become at least slightly more self sufficient than Bruce ever was at that age (at least in being able to cook meals without burning the water and learning how to do other things that Alfred has always done for him.

Bruce has never had any long span of time without at least a joyfilled visit from one of his children since Jason died, leaving Bruce and Dick perpetually at each others throats due to their grief and Tim not having shown up yet. Bruce had never wanted to say it outloud, but he thinks that Alfred is right, like always.

He's getting empty nester syndrome... and that is a pun that he will have to keep Dick from hearing.

Suffice to say, by the time he touched down in the icy tundra of the Antarctic, he's feeling even more depressed over not having at least one of his kids chattering to him on the plane ride here.

Once the plane has landed, he can vaguely see in the distance a small glowing black and white blob on the snow. Instantly, he is relieved that his plane was soundproof and had been set to invisible due to the grey and black appearance of the Batplane and what would normally be such a loud and eye catching appearance in the nearly entirely white expanse of ice and snow that even in the near perfect darkness of the eternal night, anyone would notice.

Instantly, Batman puts his suit into Arctic camouflage mode and leaves the plane without a sound. As he sneaks closer to the small black blob, he can start to notice that the blob is not a blob... it is a person...? A small one at that. He is quickly worried once he's close enough to make out details in his binoculars, as the person does not have appropriate clothes or equipment on to be laying on the snow in the Antarctic winter night.

While he knows that this person is likely the cause of the eternal night, he also doesn't enjoy seeing people suffer for any reason. Bruce has instantly pulled a collapsible heating blanket from his backpack and has set off the chemical reaction within it to cause the heating to begin. He's moving far faster now, only barely keeping his stealth enough to allow him to vanish, should the person begin looking around for anyone coming up to them.

He's maybe 30 meters away from them when he can pick out that they're a teenage boy, and that they're crying.

He knows around three quarters as much as Cass does about body language, and while he can be off the mark, he knows what a child grieving looks like. He's seen it on his own face, and on each of his children's faces. He knows what the face of someone pretending to grieve looks like, and this boy has every mark of someone having their entire world collapse on them, leaving them to face the harsh realities of life on their own.

Bruce instantly drops the stealth and walks up to the child, reminded of how he had once been the only one to hold a young girls hand while she died. He still regrets not being able to help Ace when she needed it most before she was manipulated by everyone around her, but he can hopefully help this boy before it's too late.

"Hello." He says gently, his boots having crunched the snow audibly long before he was in speaking distance.

The boy, still staring up and into the stars as tears trail along his face, whispers, "Hello Batman."

Bruce sits on the ground around two feet from the boy. "Are you okay?"

The boy with white hair and glowing green eyes looks over at Batman, shimmering tears still budding up and falling easily down his face. "I don't think I am Batman. I can't do this anymore. I... I have messed up so much. I don't think I can continue on anymore, but I know that I am unable to die. I've already done that once, and I tried again, and I have caused so much harm and destruction since. My family is gone, Batman... It hurts so much... Do you know how to stop hurting...?"

Bruce's frown deepens even more. "What's your name, son?"

"Danny. I don't have a last name anymore." Danny replies, his face showing the pure pain thag comes from losing your family.

Bruce has had this type of conversation many times before, and he knows almost exactly what to say. "Danny, I'm going to tell you the truth because you dont need pretty lies to make you feel better. I know from my own life, and watching my children's lives, that losing your family is the worst pain you could ever go through. My parents died long ago, when I was much younger than you, and it still hurts today. I can't say that the pain ever truly goes away, but I can say that it lessens with time. It won't always hurt this bad, and it will have its ups and downs. Some days, it will be bareable, and on other days, it will be so debilitating that you won't be able to get up in the morning. The one thing I know that can help is being with anyone who you can either come to care about or doing something so that you won't be focused on the pain. You wouldn't be replacing your family by becoming a part of a new family or trying to make friends with new people. I know that for a fact. You would just be trying to help yourself become a part of something new. I know for a fact that if anyone that was in your family truly loved you, they would want you to try and heal and be happy despite them being gone. Would you like me to help you, Danny? I can help find you somewhere to go where you would be happy."

Danny had sat up while Bruce talked and had ended up next to Bruce, seemingly not noticing when he ended up leaning against Bruce's side, the heating blanket wrapped around his shoulders. "T-they really won't be mad?" He asks, his tiny head leaning against Bruce's shoulder.

"If they truly loved you, they would want you to be happy, no matter if they were here or not." Bruce states quietly.

"I... I don't know if I can be happy anytime soon..." Danny trembles, iridecent tears still streaking down his face.

"I know. I think they would know that, too." Bruce murmurs, gently rubbing Dannys back through the heated blanket. "Would you like to try a little anyway?"

Danny stares up towards the stars, and whispers, "I... don't know... but Jazz would want me to try."

"Then I will bring you somewhere that can help. Do you want me to carry you?" Bruce asks, his tone as gentle as a feather.

"Please... please help me..." Danny's voice is as weak and trembling as a baby bird that's just hatched. Having no way to protect himself and needing someone's care to begin to get any stronger.

Bruce picks up the boy and begins walking to his plane, and for the first time in weeks, he is able to see the sun beginning to rise on the horizon.

It seems like Bruce is no longer going to be an empty nester.

...These bird metaphors and slight puns should never reach any of his children's ears. He will only be teased mercilessly for them.

Danny Fenton is fourteen when he dies. He's fifteen when he ceases to exist.

All traces of Danny Fenton just gone. No records, no photos, no memories. It's like he was never born. Naturally, without Danny to turn on the portal comes no ghosts, so no Danny Fenton also means the GIW never came to be. Time is carefully set back on Amity Park. There are no longer any ghost sirens, charms, merch, or cracks in the pavement from Vlad knocking him out of the sky or scorch marks on the side of buildings from Skulker's stray shots.

The Fenton's only have one child, a smart, ginger woman who's pursuing psychology in some top-league out of state college like Harvard or Yale or Brown. There's no little brother to keep her confined to the little town in nowhere Illinois where she was born.

Sam and Tucker never became friends, because there was no Danny Fenton to bring them together.

The Fenton's portal never turns on, so they focus their research on the ambient ectoplasm in the air around them. They become leading scientists in clean energy. Ectoplasm is the perfect resource; endlessly reusable, infinite supplies that never deplete, no negative effects on the environment.

Danny Fenton is no one. There is no Danny Fenton. There never was.

And the world is better for it.

Danny doesn't exist, there is no place for him, nowhere for him to go.

This was the only way to stop the GIW from starting a war with the Infinite Realms. It was the only solution.

It still hurts.

Danny is fifteen. He has no last name anymore, no family, no friends, and no home. He could live in the Ghost Zone, but he doesn't want to. He's still human, even if it's only half. He doesn't want to go. It feels final, like turning his back once and for all on all he knew and was.

So he does the only thing he can think to do and watches the stars.

In the frozen tundra, no one around for miles, Phantom lays in the snow and stares up into the speckled darkness. He doesn't move. He doesn't breathe. He stays so completely still he's entirely dead.

The snow doesn't bury him. The sun never rises.

It doesn't stop snowing.

Danny doesn't exist.

He's dead.

What is he supposed to do now? Go and be Prince of the In Between? He doesn't want to. He wants to go home. He wants to cuddle up with Jazz and play Doomed with Sam and Tucker. He wants to hug his dad. He wants his mum to sing to him like she used to when he was little enough they still tucked him into bed.

Maybe he just won't do anything. Maybe he'll just stay here forever, not Danny or Phantom and far from alive. Just nothing. He's nothing. Nothing and no one.

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Nobody can see the sun.

It's still there, of course. All you need to do is leave the atmosphere and bam, there it is. On Earth though? No sign of it.

It's like they've fallen into an eternal night.

Best part?

It's caused by very powerful magic.

Listen, Batman has a lot of patience. A lot. But it's been two weeks of this, Zatanna's off-world, Constantine's only just answered his goddamn phone and the planet has collectively decided panic is the only course of action. He's been Bruce Wayne for a collective ten hours in the past fourteen days. It's ridiculous.

Thankfully it only takes Constantine a few minutes to track the source to somewhere in the Antarctic after he finally shows up.