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snaileer · 7 months

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Wrong Number? Wrong Answer.

It was the usual deal that the Justice League Dark dealt with… way too often honestly.

Initially, it had been just Wonder Woman, investigating a cult that had attempted to abduct her earlier in the month.

Diana had defeated them. Easily. Of course. But upon questioning them, their reasoning had concerned her.

They had attacked her for a ritual to open the ‘Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep’, a ritual which required ‘a blade blackened by the ichor of time.’

Once again, she was being targeted for her parentage. Did it ever end?

Of course, she questioned them further, what other ingredients did they need, what artifacts they would be hurting others to create.

A ring carved from the bone of an unfreed slave.

A crown made of lava untouched by human hands.

And sand directly from the pouch of Dream of the Endless themself.

It was an eclectic collection of items.

And yet, they had told her that only the blade remained to be created.

Again, it was concerning.

So Diana left the fools to be taken care of by men’s authorities, and focused on tracking down just what they were doing and if necessary, how to stop it.

After depleting her academic resources, and her connections within with nothing to show, Diana finally called in her friend through the league, Zatanna.

Zatanna had been frazzled by it, showing up in her living room before they’d even finished the call.

Together they tracked down the cult to Gotham… which was also a problem.

It was the reason why Diana was running through the caves beneath the crime ridden city with one of her closest friends in men’s world and a magician by her side.

All too quickly, they were surrounded by fanatics, each carrying sharp blades solely focused on her.

Working in sync with Batman and Zatanna throwing spells above them, Diana believed it would be a well-won battle.

Until a golden light flashed across the cave, blinding her for a precious second as she felt a sharp sting cut across her arm.

When her vision cleared, her arm was dripping blood and John Constantine stood in front of her.

“Sorry about that, love,” Constantine smirks, “No harm done?”

Diana’s teeth grind together as she turns away from him, fighting her way through more followers. The one who had injured her is nowhere to be seen, and the blade with them.

Even once the rest of the swarm is beaten, their numbers no longer being replenished, Diana does not feel content. The sense of danger lingers.

“Constantine.” Batman growls, “What are you doing in Gotham?”

The Brit rolls his eyes as he lights a new cigarette, “You know I don’t actually have to tell you every time I enter the city right? But besides, that’s news to me, portals are a tricky business, I’m tracking my own problem.”

Batman glares at him.

“Someone stole from me mate. And whatever they stole it for can’t be good, so I’m here ta get it back. Thought you’d be proud of something like that, Batsy, insteada leavin’ it for someone else?”

Batman’s eyes darken, “We’re tracking a group trying to open the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep, is your artifact related to that?”

“Fucking shit it is yeah! Bollocks I didn’t think they’d be using the dream sand for something like that, what sort of mannies are these?!” Constantine exclaims, hastily grinding his cigarette beneath his shoe.

“Hn.”

Suddenly, there’s a rattling boom, the ground and walls shaking around them as dust rains down and they are all forced into stabilizing stances.

They barely share a glance before all three are running down the hall to the source, Constantine left scrambling to keep up.

The scene they come to is equal parts confusing as it is problematic.

The cultists are each in states of disrepair, crusting on the edges or yelling at their leader. The leader is the first to notice their arrival.

“You! You say you are a child of Zeus and yet your blood does not work! You lie of your ancestry!”

Diana steps forward, “I do not! I am the daughter of Queen Hippolyta and Zeus, grandchild of Kronos! The fault of your magic does not lie with me!”

The leaders face twists, mouth open to shout, but a flash of gold slams into him.

“Z, the book!” Constantine yells, arms outstretched as he flings more spells at the surrounding people, glowing ropes binding each.

“On it! Etativel em dna eht koob!” Zatanna shouts, lifting into the air as a book the leader had been holding flies into her hands.

Immediately she begins turning pages with desperation, “Wohs em eht stsitluc lleps!”

The book flips to a distinct page, and Zatanna’s face drains of color.

“Batman, we need to be careful, this spell looks legitimate, we might still have a risk on our hands.”

Batman hummed, looking at the chalk lines of the summoning circle drawn out before them, drawing Diana to do the same. Looking closely at the artifacts placed at each cardinal direction, including a short dagger with her blood nearly completely dry on the flat of the blade.

Batman moves towards the gathered and bound cultists as both magicians whisper over the spell.

Diana continues to look out on the evidence of the ritual, confusion warring in her.

She lays a hand on the lasso at her side. She knew she had not been lying about her heritage, so then why….

‘A blade blackened by the ichor of time.’

She looks at the bloodied dagger once more. It didn’t make sense, even if they had managed to harm a godly descendent, pure ichor would be gold; and even her blood was simply a humanly deep crimson red, not black; not until it-

Diana lunges towards the knife, fingertips brushing its hilt just as her blood dries a flaky black.

Her body slams into the cave walls in the next second, percussive force rippling through the air.

She crumples to the ground, struggling to lift her head.

White boots pass in front of her eyes.

She watches as they move towards her colleague, her friend, only to be surprised as they stop in front of the cultists instead.

As the air returns to her body, Diana lifts herself up, shaking arms supporting her as the weight of the atmosphere presses down.

She looks at the being, the sight almost making her collapse once more.

Mist curls around its form like a mountain peak, iridescent light glowing near its head, pitch black night covering its body, the pinprick of stars so small you can’t see them straight on, claws like a falcon’s beak: unhidden and meant to tear apart. And more importantly, wrapped around the leaders neck.

““̵̨̮̣̀͊̓Y̷͖̊̒o̸̤͈͍͌̈́͘u̶̗̭̲̍ ̵̬̤̞̀̑ā̴̟r̸̹̝̉e̴̞̦̮͑̍ ̴̣̩̖͑̓͛a̷̮̞͍͊͆͝ ̶͍̀̈́́f̷̖̄ò̸͈̓͝ǫ̷̅̀̔l̶̹̥̹̋͌͠.̴̤̲̈́͋̀”̶̛̫̺̈́”

The voice rattles her heart within her chest. She watches as Batman continues to try and stand.

The cultist struggles against the hand, mumbling screams behind Constantine’s bind. The creature tears it off with one claw.

“We summ-moned-… the king! Pa-pariah-!“

The creatures hand barely twitches, but the cultist breaks off in a scream. She is surprised to note the other cultists react exactly alike. As if linked.

“̵̻͝Ý̷͚o̶͈͝u̷̦̐ ̶̆͜d̶͈̄ǐ̸̢d̵̲̓ ̴͖̽n̴̘̅ȯ̸͍t̵̛̯ ̴̫̐ŝ̵̗u̴̹̇m̶̨͠m̴̡̽o̴̱̐n̵̘͝ ̴̪̈h̴̨̀i̶͝ͅm̸̰͗.̴͍͆”̸͔̔ The creature growls, “À̴̳n̸̛̜d̶͒ͅ ̴̤̃y̸̬͝ǫ̸̒u̵̫͗ ̶̘͛a̴̫̐r̷̠̈e̶͂ͅ ̶͔̋ḽ̶̔ủ̷͜c̷̥̍k̴̲͊ÿ̸̯́ ̶͓́f̷͇͝o̷͎͒ŕ̴͇ ̶͔͝t̶̞̀h̸̲̉ȧ̸̮t̷̩͝.̷͔̍ ̵͙͐I̸͎͌f̶͖͛ ̶̜̇y̵̜͗o̴̩̍ṵ̶͆ ̵̫̈́h̴͛ͅā̴̼d̸̤͆…̵͍̈́i̵͍̐t̸̡̉ ̴̭͂w̷̥̔o̷̟̅u̴̪͂l̸̞̏d̵͚̀ ̵͓̃b̴̢̽e̵̗͠ ̸͕̉m̸̠͆u̶̖͘c̷̯͘h̴̤̎ ̸̥́w̷͚͝o̸͐ͅr̶̦͐s̵̨̿e̸͕͆ ̸̙̑f̴̧̂o̶̱̓ȓ̷̟ ̴̠͗ÿ̸̥́ö̵͜ŭ̶̟.̵͎̉”̶͍̀

The man whimpers under the claws.

"I̴n̷s̵t̴e̷a̵d̸,̶ ̵y̸o̷u̵ ̴g̵o̷t̶ ̷m̸e̸,̴I̴ ̶g̵u̸a̷r̶d̴ ̶h̶i̷s̵ ̶p̸r̸i̵s̵o̵n̶ ̶b̶e̷c̴a̷u̴s̶e̸ ̵I w̴a̸s̴ ̵t̴h̸e̷ ̸o̴n̸e̴ ̷t̸o̶ ̶p̵u̴t̵ ̴h̸i̴m̶ ̵t̴h̷e̸r̶e̴ ̵o̶n̵c̸e̵ ̶m̶o̸r̸e̸.̵”̴ The creature leans into the cultist, arching ever higher, angles sharpening, body distorting, "“̸̝͋a̵̱͋n̶͓͛d̵̘́ ̵̡̍f̷̱͊o̵͚̓r̷̪̎ ̴̭̑a̷̬̓s̷͙̅ ̷͍͌ĺ̵̫o̸̻͆ņ̵̀g̶̚ͅ ̷̬͌a̶̮̿s̵̩͊ ̸̫̌t̸̲̕h̸̢̉e̷̖͗ ̴̰̋c̸̹̀ȍ̸͎s̷̡̃m̵̥̍o̷̜͋s̷̗͐ ̴̜͆e̷̛̙x̸͓̑i̶͉̿s̸̹̀t̵̛̺,̴̡͠Í̷̢ ̷̣̽w̵̠͋i̶̺͒l̴̠͐l̸̮̃ ̴͍͌k̴̰̑e̸̠͐e̷̟͋p̵̲̏ ̸̙̂h̷̘͋ị̸́m̸͕̚ ̶̳̋t̶̡̒h̷̩͆e̷̪͝r̷̒͜e̵̡̔.̵̭͗”̵̮̔

There’s a dull flash as light flashes beneath the cultists skin, beneath all of the cultist’s skin, before they drop to the ground unconscious.

All too quickly, air returns to the room, pressure lifting like a deep breath into the room.

The creature turns, eyes meeting Diana’s for just a second as he turns towards the chalked lines of the circle. Diana lifts herself to her feet, drawing closer to Batman as they both watch him, hesitant.

On the other side of the room, Constantine and Zatanna also struggle to their feet, eyes filled with fear and caution as they take in the scene.

As the creature moves, mist still rolling off him in waves, his features fall away with it, gradually smoothing to a more human visage. It looks… young. Boyish.

Those same white boots crush down on the formed crown, the cooled lava rock crumbling under one step. Next is the ring, held carefully in two hands the creature whispers over it, breathy wind carrying it away as it turns to dust. He holds the blade with one hand, flakes disintegrating off as he lifts it.

Diana’s arm tingles.

Then the creature is standing in front of the last point, holding the small brown pouch of sand with consideration.

Silence reigns in the room.

Constantine, of course, is the one to break it.

“I believe that’s mine, mate,” he cuts in, stance still laden with suspicion.

“Oh?” The creature smiles, almost mockingly as he turns to Constantine, “Is it? If I wasn’t mistaken, this ritual calls for Dream’s sand. Are you Dream of the Endless, little magician?”

Constantine visibly swallows, “I’m not.”

The creature huffs a laugh, fangs glinting in his smirk. He moves swiftly, pivoting on one foot to toss the pouch at Constantine, “Catch.”

Constantine lurches forward to try and catch it, only to find it vanish in the air before it reaches his fingers.

The creature cackles, floating backwards, “What did you do to get your hands on such an amount of Dream’s sand, magician? I’m curious.”

“It was a family present,” Constantine grinds out as he turns back to the gently levitating humanoid form, “You can drop the kid facade by the way, you’re not tricking anyone here looking like that.”

The creature shrugs, “And if I’m comfortable like this?”

Diana steps in to stop Constantine from snapping back, “Who are you, spirit, to be summoned by such a ritual?”

The creature watches her for a beat, “I am Phantom of the Dead City, Protector of infinite realms. They did not bring me here, but I knew who they wished to summon and came because of it.”

Batman steps forward, voice interrogating, “The Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep-“

“Remains sealed. The Tyrant King remains trapped and at rest, do not worry.”

Somehow Diana does not think that soothes Batman, even as a great a warrior as he is.

“Hn.”

“Now, about that spell book,” Phantom turns to Zatanna, waving a hand and the book flies to him. He hovers a hand over it, and Diana watches in fascination as the chalk on the floor begins to burn away, the drawing in the book following.

Phantom looks at her once more, eyes too wise and strong for the age of his face, and then from one moment to the next, he is gone.

The book drops to the floor with a slam, cover open to aged blank pages as the last of the sigil burns away.

Hesitantly, Constantine goes to it, the rest of them following. When Constantine lifts the book with careful hands, they watch another image fade into view on the paper.

A cool colored image of Phantom rising over a city skyline outlined in green against a deep violet sky. Even on paper, his visage shifts constantly between the boyish figure and the ethereal danger of the form he’d appeared in.

Beneath the city lays a large coffin covered in chains.

The lock glows a pulsing toxic green before fading to a steely gunmetal grey and going still.

“Well that was the best encounter I’ve had with a dangerous dimensional figure and I still lost the dream sand.”

Zatanna’s slap echoes in the cave.

#batman #danny phantom #batfam #dc #danny fenton #batman and robin #danny phantom crossover #young justice #bruce wayne #wonder woman #dpxdc #cryptid Danny fenton #John Constantine #Zatanna Zatara #dpdc #dp

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medusas-graveyard · 6 months

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Monarch!AU take: I think it would be funny if Danny wasn't coronated king until he's like 18-20 years old and before that is really just pitching in on like- basic manners, knowledge, etc as a monarch ruling the infinite realms, cue; his utter refusal to be a vigilantee/hero. Like— imagine if he's just DROWNED in paperwork after finally setting in with the Waynes because Pariah Dark couldn't hold his shit together. Like one of the bats/birds would be there for emotional support and additional judgement ngl since he doesn't trust himself (because he'd unknowingly do something out of pure spite).

Some other takes:

It would also be funny if Danny kept quiet about the monarch thing and the bats/birds just think that Danny's busy because Kronos (/Clockwork) gave him stuff to do which already says a lot. But then he went to the JL tower to introduce 'Phantom' to the Justice League, with Bruce explaining how they can't interfere with whatever it is he's dealing with unless asked while also introducing their last line of defense, but he didn't expect the JL Dark, Teen Titans AND Young Justice members to be there. Cue him arriving and he and some of the JL who knows who he is (like Raven, Marvel, and maybe Constantine) having this moment where they're trying to process who the fuck just arrived and they ended up bowing to him briefly as the other members VERY NOTICEABLY watching and Danny just fucking groans.

"I greet his highness, the prince of the dead—"

"stop, stop, stop, holy shit, no—"

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batfam #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc prompts #dpxdc #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt

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dcxdpdabbles · 10 days

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I’ve seen you said you take prompts, so, I had an idea if you’re interested.

So, imagine Danny has an assignment from Clockwork, and as punishment for a prank he pulled where he messed with something and unintentionally pulled CW’s attention away from the timelines for long enough for the Flash to accidentally ruin the timeline, after the timeline was fixed Danny’s forced to go and fix every single broken clock in the solar system. This includes stuff like watches and the batcave clock, maybe a few timed bombs, something on the watchtower, villain bases, etc.. Everyone is extremely confused and concerned as to how and why this eldritch kid with the Mark of Kronos is appearing randomly in their secret bases. Danny isn’t just fixing the clocks, sometimes he pulls Shenanigans depending on where he has to go. If he sees clones in a lab, he’ll call up Dani and they’ll pull off a heist together and she’ll take care of teaching and raising them afterwards. Talons? Danny opens a portal to a section of the infinite realms and gives them their own island after having the yetis go through deprogramming with them and stuff. He sees some stuffy fruitloop batcave? Graffiti and glitter. Lazarus pits? Free smoothie! Of course, he’s respectful to civilians when he bumps into them, giving little unmeltable ice statues to kids, helping people who need it, etc. He fixes a family heirloom watch, bringing tears to a grandson’s eyes. He’s helping people while on his mission, while also messing with any fruitloops he finds. So all of these people around the world are just really confused and being like, what in the world, who/what is this kid?! And sharing stories about him online, painting him as a cryptid or god or whatever. The Justice League and the villains are just Concerned because the kid feels like Kronos, time, and death energy, and have no idea what he’s trying to accomplish. Maybe they think that working clocks give him power, idk, just thinking of the conspiracy boards about Danny as he goes through his punishment and fixes every single clock, including on other planets (Danny practically squealing the whole time as he meets *aliens* in *space*! What cool technology and life!) This is meant to be a punishment but Danny’s living out his dreams. Sure it’s boring at times, but all this traveling is interesting and can help him bond with Dani, so this isn’t much of a punishment for him. He gets to be mischievous and help people out, it’s a win-win. Meanwhile everyone else is thinking that the end of the world is coming and that Kronos has been reborn and is trying to take over the world somehow with clocks. If you’re willing to expand or add to this or make it your own, please do!

I love the idea of Danny just *poof* "Yes, hello, I am the clock-smith" in the middle of, say, the watch tower. Floating up to the clock wall to adjust the time while pulling out a manual on time zones in different parts of space. The watch tower is within Earth's intergalactic waters per se, but which Earth time did he set it to???

Should he anchor it to one place or just place a spell on it to show all the time zones in a cycle? Does Clockwork have a procedure for this?

Meanwhile, all the heroes in the cafeteria are jumping to their feet, some whispering, "A fifth dimension imp!" and others yelling, "It's Kronos!"

Wonder Woman kneeling before the flouting teen does not help these accusations, as she loudly proclaims, "It's an honor to be of service, Lord Kronos."

Danny looked down at her. "Oh hey, an Amazonian."

"Why have you graced us with your presence? Is there anything this lowly servant can help you with?"

".....Can you gather all the watches for me?"

"At once!" And that's how the rest of the heroes almost have heart attacks because Wonder Woman herself is rushing at them at terrifying speed to rip away any form of watch from their bodies. She's on a war path, and no one can stop her. They can see it in her eyes- she'll draw blood if she has to.

They hand over their watches without much of a fight, feeling like they are being mugged. Wonder Woman sprints away to the next few levels- the screams of fellow heroes echoing in her wake.

Batman isn't as willing to cooperate with Kronos until he knows why the god is here, but Danny doesn't give him much of a choice. Mostly because he is uncontainable. Thankfully, he seems fixated on watches (Bruce writes in his notes, "Can gods be autistic???), and he leaves once they are all fixed.

He changes everything to be precisely twenty-nine hours ahead of whatever time they originally were at. Wonder Woman basically barked at everyone to not switch them back, banishing her sword.

From there, Batman does research with his sons and daughters. Tim finds the information of Danny appearing throughout history to fix watches, and Hal finds similar historical text in Oa's archives—usually right before a horrible tragedy. Further investigation shows a horrendous discovery.

Danny adds or subtracts the same number of hours from the told time as before the tragedy.

He was on Mars three hours before the tipping point of the civil war when the tremendous green Martian massacre happened. He added three hours to the green Martian's capital clock tower.

He was there on Krypton twenty-five hours before the planet was swallowed up by a black hole and exploded. Every public area with any form of time telling was changed to twenty-five regardless of whether it matched the planet's time zone.

And now he was here in the clock tower.

Bruce realizes that they have only one hour left, so he commands everyone to rush about and search for what could be the issue. It's only thanks to the Speedsters' quickness that they find the malfunction in the tower's core—the thing keeping them flouting. Had they been one hour too late, it would have caused the Tower to get pulled into Earth's gravitational pull.

Leading to them crashing into Earth- right above the most populated country of the world, possibly killing millions and leaving the world without their heroes.

The tragedy is avoided but now everyone is weary of when or where Kronos will appear.

Meanwhile, Clockwork is watching the timeline, amused that they think Danny is him when, in reality, Danny is just picking a random time and sticking the clocks to match since it's less math.

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Kronos' warning #A idea to your idea #I like the idea of Danny just being a clock smith and everyone going "A PROPHECY!?

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sagaduwyrm · 2 years

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Yo, I wrote something.

It Matters to Have this Ghost Clan Near (This Family I Never Knew)

Held prisoner by an alien god-monarch, the only way the Justice League is getting out of here is by proving they have family waiting for them. This is easy enough for Clark and Bruce, but of Diana's family her mother isn't exactly easy to contact, and her relationship with the rest of her family is... complicated.

Luckily, just because he's dead, doesn't mean Kronos doesn't still care about his granddaughter.

"Clark. Bruce. Leave me here." Wonder Woman snarled the words as fierce as her heritage had taught her, and it only made Bruce more furious about the entire situation.

"Well? Have you made a decision yet? We won't wait forever." The alien monarch lounged on their throne, an ugly, amused glint in their eyes. It made Bruce want to break something, but the trio were outnumbered and far from home, and they were only getting out of here at all by the grace of the monarch's will.

He hated foreign gods. The ones on earth were tolerable, some, like Diana, he even liked, but gods from other worlds didn't push his buttons so much as they stomped on them with soccer cleats.

Wonder Woman was becoming visibly panicked. "Friends. Shield-brothers. Leave."

Bruce ignored her and tried to think of a way past this. The mrydonians and their god-monarch were fond of keeping people they found interesting. Anyone with any kind of power who stumbled into their lonely corner of the universe tended to find themselves stuck. They had even managed to trap gods before; the god-monarch reigned over the very concept of mrydonian space, and it allowed them to win out over gods of lesser or more distant domains. Diana, as the goddess of heroes, was below such a powerful genius locus, and the sun wasn't the kind that could fully power Clark up, preventing them from fighting their way out.

Thankfully, there was one loophole. The mrydonians held family sacred, even above their only god, and if they could prove they had family waiting for them they would be let go.

A quick call back home had settled the matter for him and Clark. His kids had answered the phone immediately, as had the Kents. Unfortunately, what little of Diana's relatives she considered true family were out of contact. They just needed one person who could claim her and mean it, but although she was close with a number of people, including his family, they had always labeled it as a friendship. He was kicking himself for that now, but how was he supposed to know—

"You can not find family for her then?" The alien's smarmy voice interrupted his thoughts as the being's smile widened. "She will just have to stay here then. We are so glad to host her—"

The doors, enormous and more literal incarnations of the god's power than physical objects, slammed open with a bang that echoed through the room. The god's head jerked around and they began standing up. One of the priests screamed, "Who dares intrude upon this sacred space?"

Between the open doors stood a boy. A teenager really, with floating white hair and inhuman green eyes, wearing a black and white suit. He waved. "Hey. I'm Danny." His bright smile was incongruous with the tense atmosphere, and every fiber of Bruce's being screamed with wariness. "That's my cousin over there. You know, the one you're planning on keeping prisoner."

"What. Diana—"

Clark was turning to her as Diana kept her eyes on the new threat, and she hissed back. "I don't know Clark. You've met all of my family. I don't know this boy."

The teenager in question stalked forward down the court, stopping between the god and the three justice league members. He moved oddly, too flexible and not as affected by gravity as he should be, and Bruce carefully took notice of what he saw. Oftentimes, when a being was non-human, the weak spots Batman depended on in a fight were in different places, so close observation was necessary if things dissolved into a battle.

The monarch's next words were an affronted rumble that did not lower Bruce's worries about a fight. "She does not know you, boy."

"No," Danny agreed. "We haven't met. Old family disagreements, you know the drill. Grandfather didn't want to impose, and I followed his lead." He tilted his head like a cat. "Doesn't mean I can't claim her, though."

"Grandfather?" Diana muttered next to Bruce in confusion.

The boy turned to her. "Mmhmm. He would have come himself, but by the time he saw what was going on, he was in the middle of something that would be dangerous to put down. He couldn't get a hold of your father, so he sent me instead." His face morphed into something bashful for a moment. "Sorry, I'm so late."

"It does not matter that you are late," the alien monarch snarled. They were fully standing up now, holding a dangerous-looking spear in their hands. It didn't look like the rest of the mrydonian weaponry Bruce had seen. He wondered if it was stolen just like they stole people. The god continued, "She does not recognize you as family, it is not mutual, it does not matter."

"See, that's where you're wrong," Danny exclaimed cheerfully. "By your own words, you 'respect other cultural understandings of family than your own.' Well," the boy bared his teeth in a grin. He had far too many of them, and they were far too sharp to fit in the reality Bruce knew, making him wonder which branch of Diana's family tended towards the Eldritch. As the boy spoke, the words began to gain a hint of static. "In the culture of my people, one can claim another as family without it being mutual and it still holds up in a court of law as long as the other does not outright refute the relationship." He swiveled towards Diana. "I assume you're not?"

She shook her head even as her eyes remained hawk-fierce on him.

"So, I may not be her cousin, but she is mine, and since that would be accepted in my culture, you have to let her go, by your own rules."

"Do not patronize me in my own domain, boy." The ground shuddered with the god's words.

The teenager snarled right back, a deep rattling thing that reminded Bruce of an avalanche, and he lifted off the ground. He had a cloak that looked like someone had woven the night sky into armored cloth and a sword of black ice on his hip. Neither were there a couple of seconds ago, yet they felt like they'd been there the whole time. "Try me," Danny snarled. "My own domain isn't as far as you think."

The air grew tenser and tenser before it finally snapped. "Fine! She is your family. You may take her. Leave now or my generosity may not hold." The alien god stormed out with their head held high, but there was a definite sense of loss in the way they retreated.

Danny turned back to them. He landed on the ground in front of Diana, missing his war regalia again.

"Sorry that took so long! He was surprisingly stubborn."

"It's fine," Diana said warily. "Thank you… cousin."

The boy's eyes widened before he started to beam.

Diana continued. "Can I ask who is the grandfather we're related to?"

"You know him as Kronos."

All three of the Justice Leaguers froze. Diana's mouth gaped open and closed like a fish, but Clark at least managed to keep his wits about him. "Kronos is dead."

Danny turned to him curiously. "So?"

"So he's not alive," Clark stressed. "He couldn't have sent you."

Danny looked at him for a moment and burst out laughing. When his laughter calmed he said, "A god is still a god when they are dead, and the soul of a god is not nearly so easy to destroy as the body. Who do you think has been repairing the time stream after all the time travel you heroes do?" he asked wryly.

"If Kronos was still existent," Diana said firmly, "we'd know. He'd have already tried to take the cosmic throne again."

The teenage… being's gaze was inscrutable. "Would he? Really? Where are you getting that information?"

Diana sputtered. "It's common knowledge!"

Danny said dryly, "So you don't even have a first-hand account?"

"Well I certainly haven't seen any evidence to the contrary," she snapped back.

Danny was suddenly the most serious Bruce had seen him since he entered the palace. "He likes baking. He makes amazing persimmon cookies, and he's been trying to figure out a cinnamon roll recipe he likes. One time when I was upset he tricked the Observants into dying their capes rainbow. None of them ever figured out it was him, but he still brings me back to that moment when I need cheering up." The boy's expression softened as he looked at the woman who he had claimed as a cousin of his own accord. "When he realized he wouldn't be able to come himself to help you, he was furious. He had to use a lot of power to get me here on time, but he would have thrown away twice as much if it was for family."

Diana's face was working its way through a series of emotions, and Danny seemed to grow embarrassed by everything he'd said. "I should go so you can get home. I hang around in Illinois if you ever want to find me." He lifted off the ground, reaching out to tear some kind of portal open in the air. He turned back for a moment before he left. "Grandfather goes by Clockwork, nowadays. He'll answer to that if you ever need him." Then the boy was gone.

#danny phantom #fandom stuff #dp x dc #danny fenton #diana prince #wonder woman #Clockwork is Kronos #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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Dannymay 2023. Day 7. Weapon. DPXDC.

The Justice League is trying to figure out Danny’s identity, and he’s not happy about it.

~Words hurt more than weapons~

~~~

Wonder Woman: You’re bound by the Lasso of Truth. No more chance of hiding secrets, ghost.

Danny: Are you kidding me?

Batman: Who are you, Phantom?

Danny: "I am a 400-foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings."

Captain Marvel: Wow, you don’t see many Fire Nation princesses these days.

Danny: Hm, at least someone with good taste here.

Danny: Have you even read the Fenton articles? Batman? Anyone? No? Remember. Ghosts will always find a way to lie. Your ribbon has no power over me.

~~~

Danny: ..I have a few words for you too, Batsy. Martha says hi. And she wants you to know that " ..if I see a damn clown in the immediate vicinity of one of my grandchildren or if I find out that you or any of the family are on patrol with broken bones, I’ll spank you as soon as I meet you on the other side. Obey Alfred. With love, Mother."

Flash:..Batman, why are you so pale?

Batman: Someone sprayed the fear toxin. Check the ventilation.

Flash:..

~~~

Superman: Stop it! Listen..

Phantom: I liked you when I was a kid, you know? They say it’s better to never meet your idols. Now I see it's truth.

Superman: You shouldn't be doing this alone. We can help you.

Danny: What makes you think I need your help? Don’t be a hypocrite. Why don’t you take off your glasses at the Daily Planet office? And why do you think that you can tell me what to do with my secret identity?

Danny: Don’t worry, I’m dead but my family is fine. I’m not like you, Big Blue. I will not sacrifice the people I love for my murderous secret.

Superman: What are you talking about?

Phantom: Don’t play dumb. In the land of the dead, people like to talk about the past, you know. You told Jonathan he wasn’t your father, and then you didn’t even try to save him. It’s cruel. But you can be happy, Jonathan doesn’t blame you for his death. I do.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Superman: I.. I listened to what he said. He was trying to protect me.

Danny: So, how does it feel? Letting him die in front of you, knowing you could have saved him? Do you blame youself?

Superman: How dare you.

Danny: Of course, you do. Because no matter how many lives Superman saves, the most important one to you..You’ll never got it back. Afraid of being a lab rat? Superman is not special. I am not special too.

Danny: Don’t look down at me just because you have more experience behind you. Revealing my identity should be my choice, not yours.

~~~~

Danny: Stay out of my grave. *turns to Batman* You should stay away from your son’s grave too. Leave the past behind.

~Hairstyle. Sharp tongue. Physique. This Insolence.~

Batman: Jason?

Danny: Wrong ghost, old man.

Batman: ...You’re the one who said a ghost would always find a way to lie.

Danny: Pride and prejudice! *shit, I’m starting to swear like Mr.Lancer, It’s time to finish my english essay.* I’m not your Robin. Sorry bout that.

~Jane Austen? No hint more obvious. Jay doesn’t want to deal with the League? Well, Bruce doesn’t mind playing along.~

Batman: I understand.

Danny: Thank Ancients! Anyway, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.

~~~

Tucker: Wow, Danny, when we told you to take care about the League, we thought you’d do it, like, without turning all of them against you.

Danny: Not all of them. And I didn’t do anything wrong. We talked.

Jazz: Danny, believe me, sometimes a conversation with you can cause more damage to your enemies than your ectoblasts.

Sam: Not just to them. Sometimes I also feel like his ideas are melting my brain.

Danny: Hey! Actually, you should be on my side.

Sam: We should?

Danny: Never mind. But if JL set foot in Amity Park I will sic on Wonder Woman her grandfather.

Tucker: But her Grandfather is Kronos. He’s a creep, trying to eat all his kids. Where do you even know such a monster from?

Clockwork *puts a cup of tea on the table and coughs to attract attention*.

Tucker: Wait a minute...

Tucker: Oh mY GOd, Mr. CLocKWoRk I’m sO SorRy, please don’t kill me.

Sam: Now you’ve changed your mind about importance of a healthy vegan diet, Tucker?

Tucker: ..No, I’m not that desperate.

~~~

~At the same time,somewhere in Ghost Zone~

Martha *teaches Jason to do a choke hold*.

~~~

~At the same time, in one of Amity Park’s alleys.~

Maddie and Jack *discuss ways to capture the Phantom*

Batman *appears behind them*:DoN’t toUcH my the сHiLd.

~~~

Jazz: Don't you think that mentioning Superman's father was too much?

Danny: Maybe.But..when I think about you, mom or dad in dander I can't imagine what would make me freeze and.. It just doesn't make sense, okey?

Jazz: You're still thinking about Dan, right?

Danny: Every.damn.time.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dannymay2023 #dannymay #Danny Phantom #dp #clockwork is kronos

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elizabethemerald · 1 year

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Son of the Red Hood: Part 3

Diana sat in her seat surrounded by her peers among the Justice League. It was a full meeting between the primary members of the League and the so-called Justice League Dark. The magic users were in the midst of informing the rest of the League about a minor demonic incursion that they had routed. The full meeting for such a minor event wasn’t strictly speaking necessary, however Batman did love to host these debriefs.

She let her eyes rove over the Bat for a moment before returning her focus to the Zatanna as she spoke. She wondered if he even knew he was harboring a powerful king trapped in the form of a child? Truly Kronos- Clockwork’s riddle was not so difficult to parse. She wondered if it were a requirement of his position that he give his advice in a manner that was as unclear as possible or if his many millenia were simply weighing on his mind.

Zatanna seemed to be wrapping up her part of the debrief and it looked like Batman was about to call the meeting adjourned. Before he could she leaned forward and cleared her throat. Bruce immediately turned his glare to her, not that she cared, he didn’t like the meetings he planned changing from the set itinerary.

“If I may,” she waited for Zatanna’s nod before she continued. “I was investigating a matter in the library of Themyscira when I came across a name. There was little other information available and the author spoke with great fear of the name. What do you know of a being known as Pariah Dark?”

Constantine had been trying to subtly sip from his flask as she spoke and when she dropped the name he spit his drink all over a very annoyed Flash. For how fast the man is capable of moving you would think he would be able to dodge a spit take.

“Where did you come across a name like that?” Constantine almost shouted, standing from his seat.

“In the archives of Themyscira. I just said that. Why? Have you heard of it before?”

“Pariah Dark is only one of the greatest world ending- no reality ending entities in existence!” Now he was shouting. Completely unnecessary, she was only a few feet away from him. Thankfully out of spitting range. “The King of Ghosts could make Trigun look like a child playing with matches. It took an entire council of the oldest and most powerful of his kind in order to defeat him. If someone is messing around with a power like that, you need to tell us.”

Diana kept her face carefully neutral, giving him a considering look. It would seem that even the most well informed of the magic users of the League weren’t aware that there had been a change in power among the Ghosts.

“Thank you for your warning. I will ensure that these tomes are better secured where curious eyes could not stumble upon them.” She gave them a magnanimous nod of her head as Constantine took several large swallows from his flask. Zatanna turned to him with a smirk on her lips.

“Wasn’t the Ghost King one of the beings you sold part of your soul to?” She asked him.

“Well yeah, sure. It’s not like he was going to be around to collect you know?”

Diana contained her smile with difficulty. That would be interesting to deal with eventually. Pariah Dark may not come to collect, but maybe this new boy king would. Maybe having a child having partial ownership of his soul would teach Constantine to be more careful of what he does with it.

Bruce made eye contact with her across the table, even with his mask she could see his slightly raised eyebrow. She merely gave him a smile and a small nod of her head before she stood and left the table as the meeting broke up.

Jason and Dick were seconds away from either tearing their hair out or going for each other’s throats. Dick had watched over the sleeping Danny while Jason quickly and methodically removed the guns, knives, explosives, more guns, or other weapons from his apartment. Some were removed to the bedroom where Jason said he would be getting a gun locker to keep Danny out. Most he had to move to other safe houses.

Then Danny had woken up. Jason didn’t have any macaroni and cheese in his house, which was apparently the only thing the tot wanted to eat so Dick had to run to the corner store to pick some up while Jason tried to look over Danny’s injuries. Except when Jason pulled out the medical kit Danny panicked and wouldn’t let him come near him because Jason would “pull him apart.” That caused another flood of green to fill Jason’s vision that Danny had to clear away with all the sternness a child of five could muster.

Once his vision was once again clear, he managed to get Danny to sit still and let him look at his injuries with multiple promises that he wouldn’t hurt the kid, would never hurt the kid and if anyone else tried to hurt the kid he would make them regret it. The vivisection scar on Danny’s chest was fortunately healed, apparently it was a much older injury, and Jason was able to treat the burn on his side easily enough.

Jason was almost filled with rage all over again when he saw how many other scars Danny had on his little body. There were Lichenberg Figures carved from his hand up to his heart. There were multiple old burn scars on every different part of his body. The one part that seemed to have been spared was the boy’s face.

So of course Jason was already furious when Dick finally returned to the apartment. Apparently Dickie-Bird had problems with almost getting mugged, getting yelled at by the store clerk and then had a kid steal his bag of groceries and had to chase them down. He wasn’t even in uniform, maybe the people of Crime Alley could just smell cop on him. Now the previously calm Dick was bubbling with his own frustration that even Danny’s powers over the pits could do nothing against.

Dick showed just how bad of a cook he was and burned the macaroni, somehow, setting off the smoke detector which made Danny panic, then he had started shouting over the beeping that Dick was making it wrong and Jazz always made the macaroni just how he liked it. Why was his sister the one primarily doing the cooking, not his parents? All in all the three boys were angry, frustrated and at least one of them was on the verge of tears when they heard a knock at the front door.

Jason grabbed a gun as he went to check the door despite Dick’s dirty look. He checked the peephole in the door and was surprised to see Barbara Gordon sitting in her chair. She made a “get on with it” gesture to him, apparently able to tell he was behind the peephole. He opened the door and was further surprised to see Barbara had brought Steph and Cass with her and all three were carrying a variety of grocery and shopping bags.

“Aunties Steph, Cass and Babs here to the rescue!” Steph said in a sing-song voice.

Jason didn’t move from the door, only glaring at them all.

“Did Dickie call you?”

Barbara didn’t put up with attitude and instead rolled forward forcing him to either move or sacrifice his toes to her wheels. She rolled her eyes as she entered, with the other two Batgirls coming right behind her, Steph with an enormous smirk on her face and Cass looking in curiously, trying to catch sight of Danny.

“Dick told you himself that I was the one to notify him that you were leaving your turf and you know I monitor the family’s coms, especially when you’re involved.” Barbara said.

Jason wanted to rage. He wanted to be furious that they were monitoring him like a wild animal, watching every conversation he had with the others lest he return to his murderous ways. He waited for the green to fill his vision again as the Pit Rage took over. Yet nothing came. It seemed like even the Pits were tired. He closed the door behind them with a weary sigh.

“Smart choice.” He said quietly, drawing a concerned look from Barbara.

Steph was knelt in front of a very shy looking Danny offering him a hand to shake. He slowly shook her hand and gave her a smile before having to hide his face for a moment.

“I’m your Auntie Steph. This is your Aunt Cass.”

Danny gave Cass a small wave. Cass signed to him in return. Then to the surprise of everyone there, Danny began signing back, enthusiastically carrying on a conversation with both of his new aunts in both babbling English and in ASL.

“Hey kiddo, where did you learn how to sign?” Jason asked in surprise.

“Jazz taught me!” He said, happily signing what he said as we went. Jason realized his name sign for his sister was a “J” that twisted into an “I love you.” That was cute as hell.

With multiple aunts in the room, Jason banished Dickard from the kitchen and set about making actual quality mac and cheese. Among the numerous bags the girls had brought was all manner of things a single dad would need to care for a five year old. Somehow, Babs had even gotten clothes that were perfectly sized for Danny, just from what she could see of him in the mask vids.

Eventually with a dinner done that was deemed “good enough” by Danny, Jason is finally able to sit down and relax. He can’t help but feel something burn inside him. Danny was there, safe and seemingly happy, this kid who already had such an impact on him even in the few hours he had known him. His family… his family was around him. Like they hadn’t been since before he died. Maybe he could do this, maybe he could take care of this kid. At least until they could find his parents and his sister. He just hoped wherever they were, they would still let him be in Danny’s life.

#dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #diana prince #son of the red hood #cassandra cain #john constantine #dick grayson #barbara gordon #stephanie brown

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astranne · 4 years

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The fear of losing control (Part One)

This is a little crossover with the pairing Bruce Wayne (Batman) and fem!Percy Jackson. Don’t judge me, I love fem!Percy. And crossovers.

So this is like 15 years after the war against Gaea.

(My native language is german, so if there are any erorrs, please tell me or just ignore it :))

Masterlist

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There is a reason, why humans fear greater power. People who have more knowledge then them, who have more power. It’s quite simple. They can’t control them. They can’t control heroes, like Superman or Wonder Woman, godlike beings. They fear them, because they know, they don’t have any control. And when Aquaman came, the king of Atlantis, they had a new fear. The oceans. So many secrets, so much power. And they can’t control it.

Persie Jackson was rarely afraid. And even if she was afraid, she always feared for her friends and family more. She was afraid of her nightmares, of Tartarus and the loss of her friends. She knows, what is like to have fear or be feared. She knows it too well. And when her nephew came, Arthur and told her about the whispers about landwalkers, their fears, she decided to talk with her father.

Gods knew fear to. They feared Tartarus, Kronos or Gaea. Powerful monsters or the end of their regein. Some of them were panaroid, while others were laid back. And Zeus... he was the one who feared the most. He was powerful, the King of the gods, the King of Olympus. So he had to lose much. And when this sea spawn of Poseidon came, he definitely feared her. Just like many others.

Kraken was a new hero, a new one to fear. Raw power, untamed, mighty and beautiful like the ocean. Long black hair, seagreen eyes and a armor, which showed how much power and skill she held. Everytime, when she came to the surface, people were at awe. Children loved her for her power, the control of water, while teenager admired her beauty and strenght. The parents were glad, that another hero protected them and their families, but villians... they wanted to control her. And as Poseidon once said, the sea does not like to be restrained.

When Batman met Kraken, he was in awe, just like the others. Her skin had tan, but glowed softly in the sun, her hair was braided in a beautiful way, her eyes showed her raw but faszinating power. Her armor was blue and bronze, her weapons sharp. Wonder Woman smiled and hugged her, greeting her cousin.

“It’s so good to see you, little cousin.” Kraken laughed and hugged her back.

“It’s good to see you too, Di. Your sister and brother miss you, ya know.” Wonder Woman smiled again and promised to visit soon.

“Welcome, Kraken, to the Justice League.” The beauty grinned.

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Batman was hestiant. While he knew, that Wonder Woman and Aquaman were familiar with Kraken, he realized, he had absolutly no information about her. He just knew, like everybody else, that she was powerful. For him, Kraken was an enigma. And he definitly didn’t like that.

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With a sigh, Persie watched how the city burned. Why does this keep happening? Why was always earth attacked? She looked at the trident in her right hand, the trident of her father. It will grant her great power, power she couldn’t really control. Because nobody controls the seas. Not even her father. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

The Justice League paused, when they noticed a sudden glow, bluish and soft. They saw Kraken, Persie, on her knees, a majestic weapon in her hand.

“Father...“ Her voice carried her sentences through the whole city.

“Father. I call you for help. Help me to guide the sea, not to control. Help me... it‘s too much. Too much power to hold.” A giant wave rolled through the streets, not touching anything but glowing with power. Diana gasped, when she feeled her uncle’s presence. The wave roared high and crashed into Kraken. Her whole body began to glow brighter, until she floated over the ground. The air cracked with pure energy, her glowing white eyes stared the villians down. On the top of her head rested a crown, made out of corals and pearls. Her armour became bigger, more majestic.

“Mortals“, she growled. But there was another voice. Deeper, much more powerful. The voice of a male.

“You came, try to conquer the world? You came like kings? Do you-“ She, he, was interrupted, when some tried to attack Kraken.

“Do you even know, WHO I am? Do you know, who my daughter is? I shall tell you... I am Poseidon! The King over the seas and this is my daughter, the hero and savior of Olympus! She fought against monsters, titans and giants, against Kronos, Tartarus and Gaea themself! And you think, you can win against her? Win against a god?“ The heroes were shocked, they knew Kraken was powerful, but a half god?

“You shall kneel before me, you have absolute no respect for mortal beings. Killing innocent... I will tell my brother Hades of your sins. Even if you don‘t belive in gods, in us, you will suffer in the Underworld.“ Kraken, possessed by Poseidon, slammed the trident into the ground. The earth began to shake, more water made it into the city. A sneer was seen on her face.

“You made everyone suffer, you made my daughter suffer... let me suffer you...“, murmured Poseidon. He slowly walked nearer, ignoring the shocked looks of heroes and civilians alike. The water moved through the streets, extinguish the fire and heal all the wounds of innoncent. Kraken whipped her head around, her eyes narrowed to Psimon. His hand was outstretched, his eyes went big, when he saw that Kraken made her way to him.

“Are you trying to control me? Are you trying to control a god?“ Kraken also streched a hand out, Psimon gasped, when he felt his blood slowly heating up.

“I learnt some months ago, what truly happened to my daughter in Tartarus. She was forced to do some... things, to save her friend. She nearly killed a goddess. Do you want to know how?“ Poseidon sneered again, as Psimon began to levitate and gasping for air.

“She controled blood and swore on the river Styx, she would never do it again. But to your misfortune... I am not my daughter.“ Suddenly Poseidon gripped his head, his daughter’s, head.

“Ugh... she doesn‘t want your blood at her hands. You are lucky, Simon Jones. You are all lucky.“ With that, the glowing slowly faded, the water and trident disappeared and left a tired Kraken behind. She groaned, swayed and almost lost her balance. Batman rushed to her and laid her softly at the ground.

“Kraken? Are you alright?“ She blinked slowly.

“I feel... tired, like really tired. What happened? Where is my fathers trident?“

“Everything is alright. Your father... possessed you and saved many lifes. I‘m not quite sure, if he realized that...“

“He did.“ She paused, until she became pale.

“Did-did I lost control? Gods, please-“

“Nothing happend. Your father- he stopped, bevor it became... nasty.“ Kraken sighed in relief.

“Cousin? Are you alright?“ Wonder Woman kneeled besides her, the other heroes followed, after they made sure, that the villians couldn‘t escape.

“I feel tired, but also refreshed. Like I had a long fight, but in the near of ocean. It‘s confusing?“ She frowned and tried to get up, but Batman pressed her down.

“I understand. Please rest. You just held the power of your father and this quite long. You even resited him!“ Kraken pressed her lips together, but nodded.

——

“Kraken? Can I talk to you?“ Batman didn‘t show it, but he was nervous. He wanted to clear up some things, to answer his questions. Kraken was still at the medic bay in the Watch Tower, her cousin forced her to rest.

“What would you like to know, Bruce?“ He suddenly freezed and blinked.

“How-“ She smiled and sat up slowy.

“Before I became a mortal hero, I talked with my father. And he talked with the council. They were wairy, because they didn’t want to lose me. They... they told me about the secret identities of each hero. I always knew it was you, I’m sorry, if a crossed a boundary there.”

“No. It’s alright... I mean, they are gods... so...”

“My name is Persephone Jackson, but please call me Persie. It’s nice, to finally meet you, Bruce.” A rare smile reached the stoic hero’s face.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” He sat and took his mask down. Bruce paused, until he asked his first question about her personal life.

“Why were you in Tartarus? Isn’t it the greek hell?”

“This is a long story... do you have the time?” Persie smirked and when he nodded, she began with her life story.

“Everything began, when my math teacher turned out to be a fury...”

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cryptids-and-muses · 4 years

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Birds of a Feather Flock Together: Chapter 1

Ao3

Dick always found it exciting when Bruce brought him along for justice league missions, especially since it didn’t happen very often. Sure, he tagged along for plenty of meetings and it was always nice to see the other heroes, but missions were so much more interesting.

This mission itself was fairly simple. One of the museums Diana worked with had recently gotten a new artifact, a tablet with the scene of Demeter taking Kronos’s scythe carved in. It was rumored to have magical properties, something about showing how you grow. It was also rumored to be of extremely high interest to one Vandal Savage, so much so that he was going to attempt to steal it. If Savage was able to use the tablet to learn about the future it would be disastrous, and Diana only trusted the league to transfer and guard the artifact until these rumors were properly investigated. The league didn’t need to do anything more than protect the artifact as it was transferred to the watchtower and do a once over of the museum. Dick suspected this was why he was allowed to come.

Bruce had been cracking down ever since Dick got grazed by a bullet three weeks ago. Since then he’d barely been allowed out as Robin and multiple lectures about ‘not being so reckless’. This mission provided the unique opportunity of placating Dick’s desire to get out without letting him actually do anything.

Dick shook his head, it wasn’t useful to think like that. Bruce was trying, otherwise he would have just left Dick at the manor. Besides, he loved working with the league, the lack of action didn’t change that, and neither did Bruce’s convoluted motives. Maybe he should go find someone to talk to, that would cheer him up and be leagues better than moping in the crammed security room.

His mind made, Dick turned towards the door, “I’m going to check in with Superman.”

Batman hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t look up from the monitors where he continued his security diagnostic, “Make sure to stay-“

”I know.” Dick interrupted, “I’ll be careful.” And walked out before Bruce could respond.

As Dick made his way to the Greco-Roman showcase, where Clark should be talking to the owner of the museum, he noticed something was off. It was quiet, there was no chatter from the heroes checking the halls, no footsteps, nothing. Bruce hadn’t seen anything on the cameras. Dick froze when the realization hit him. Bruce wouldn’t be able to see anything, not while running a diagnostic on the system.

He pressed his com, “This is Robin, I think something is wrong, what’s everyone’s status?”

No response.

He tried again, “I repeat, is anyone there?”

Nothing.

Panic began to rise in Dick’s chest, “B?”

The line stayed silent.

Dick turned and ran back the way he came. Picking up speed as the sounds of a fight became clear. Rounding the last corner Dick froze. Batman was fighting six men, all dressed in black robes with their faces covered, a dark green sash around each of their waists. League of Shadows.

Bruce tried to deflect of their punches but there was something wrong. His movements were jerky and awkward. That was when Dick noticed the dart in the side of Bruce’s neck. One of the assassins kicked out and Bruce fell to his knees, finally noticing Dick.

“Robin Run!” His voice was all command and before Dick knew what was happening he started running towards the exit, two of the assassins following him.

He managed to make it to a stairwell but the door was locked. A knife embedded itself in the wood next to him and Dick jumped back. He’d need to find another way down. As he kept going, he quickly came to the balcony overlooking the sculpture gallery. Dick leapt over the railing, a few more knives barely missing his cape. He hit the ground below with a roll. Wasting no time, Dick ran for cover behind a sculpture. He only had seconds to catch his breath.

There was another stairwell across the room from him. Taking a deep breath, Dick grabbed some batarangs from his utility belt. When he heard the assassins touch down behind him, Dick threw them then ran for the stairwell door. It didn’t budge.

Fear began to hollow out his stomach as he continued to run. The white walls of the museum began to blend together and Dick wasn’t sure where he was going. Until he reached a room he recognized, the Greco-Roman showcase.

The large windows showed off the New York skyline as bright lights illuminated the exhibits. It would have been pretty if not for the heroes littering the ground. Flash lay unconscious in the corner, a power dampener around his neck. Green lantern was next to him, handcuffed and gaged. He didn’t have his ring and his leg was bleeding badly. Aquaman and Wonder Woman were in the same situation as Flash, although Diana’s restraints seemed to glow. Superman was on the floor and struggling to stay conscious. A chunk of kryptonite embedded in his arm. Three more assassins were in the process of dragging an out cold Martian Manhunter somewhere. Only to drop him and take up a fighting stance when they saw Robin. The last thing Dick noticed was the tablet by the window, it’s display case still open.

Thinking fast, Dick ran to the other side of the room. Grabbing the tablet and raising it above his head.

”Stop!” A voice called out before he could smash the thing, just like he thought would happen. The five assassins froze, and turned to see Lex Luthor and Ra’s Al Ghul enter the room.

“Do not be foolish child,” Ra’s scolded, “You know not what you meddle with.”

”I think I know plenty.” Dick shot back, not lowering the tablet, “I know this is what you're after, and I know it’s keeping you from hurting me. What I don’t get is why you’re working with Savage.”

Lex scoffed, “As if I’d be caught dead working with that madman.”

Dick bit back his comment about pots and kettles as the pieces fell into place, “It was a set up.”

A predatory smile formed on Luther’s face, “Next time you try to work with a museum, check the major donors of the charity that funds it.”

”Enough of this,” interjected Ra’s as he took a step towards Robin, “Hand over the artifact, and you may walk free. We have no need to take you as well.”

”As much as I appreciate your generosity, I think I’ll pass.” Dick threw the tablet as hard as he could then slammed himself into the glass window, shattering it.

As Dick fell through the opening into a three story drop, he heard the villains’ shouts of protest followed by the tablet smashing against the floor.

Suddenly, a wave of energy washed over him. It was so overwhelming it made him stumble with his grapple, but he was able to focus enough to fire it and swing to safety. As Dick kept going, moving from rooftop to rooftop, he could sense the energy building, like it was crackling under his skin. Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on one of the roofs.

Leaning against an AC unit, Dick saw white light begin to stream off him, gathering in five masses. It got brighter and brighter until Dick had to close his eyes. When the light finally cleared, he heard a groan. Opening his eyes, Dick saw five other teens where the masses had been. All of them were dressed in the same red, green, and yellow as him, the letter R emblazoned on their chests.

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So I just found your batfam pjo au and I love it. I'm curious though, I assume Jason died when he's 15, really close to being the prophecy kid. Was there any discussion among the gods like there was at the end of The Titan's Curse? And just how many times was Jason attacked by monsters when he was Robin? How did he hide it from Batman?

Thanks!! I’m glad you like it!

You’re right, in the au Jason dies when he’s 15. He dies just a few months before he turns 16 (I’m going with early April, because there’s only a few months of a time gap between his death and the beginning of The Lightning Thief). Before he died, most of the gods were actually preparing for the worst. At the time, it wasn’t nearly as evident that Kronos was, uh, ‘active’, I guess. (He wasn’t exactly alive during Lightning Thief, you know?) They could still feel something bad was going down, though. Then there’s the fact that it’s still a few months before Lightning Thief takes place, and Zeus’ master bolt is missing. It’s been missing since the last winter solstice, when the demigods had been invited up to Olympus. At first, instead of believing that Percy is the thief, Zeus assumes Poseidon had Jason steal it- the only problem being that Jason was actually in Gotham at the time, busy being Robin. (The reason he blames Percy, even though Percy doesn’t know he’s a demigod, is because he was in New York. Jason has an alibi and Wonder Woman can and did vouch for him. It’s nice being Zeus’ favorite daughter sometimes.) So he can’t blame Jason, and stays mad at Poseidon. They keep arguing, and storms keep happening. At this point, the gods all start to think that this could possibly be foreshadowing, since Jason, the only living child of the Big Three, would be turning sixteen that August. Then Jason dies in April. The Bolt is still missing, but it’s clear that the prophecy won’t be happening just yet. Everyone is still very uneasy about the whole thing. No one, not even the gods, knows what is going to happen now. It looks like the prophecy wasn’t Jason’s like they’d thought, but Zeus and Poseidon are still on the verge of war and Poseidon is getting angrier and angrier - and the death of his son doesn’t help. The June comes along, and Percy is claimed. Zeus has an actual (yet horribly stupid) reason to believe Percy was the Thief, and Percy doesn’t have a friend to vouch for him like Jason did. So Zeus is convinced it was Percy who stole the bolt. The gods start to worry even more, to the point where they are in Lightning Thief.

As for being attacked by monsters while he’s Robin and keeping the secret from Bruce, that’s kind of complicated. See, while Jason had convinced Bruce to let him go to CHB during the summer (or, like a month each summer. Robin was needed in Gotham for the most part) under the guise of it being a summer camp for kids with learning disabilities that would help him, the monsters were a little harder to hide. Chiron taught Jason to manipulate the Mist, just like he taught Thalia; Jason used this a LOT to cover up after sneaking off during patrol when seeing monsters on the streets at night. (He also would heal all the injuries he got from monsters with the water bottle he carried around all the time, so Bruce would only see the ones he got from actual Robin stuff). I also like to think that there’s actually a sort of magical barrier around Wayne Manor- not because of demigod stuff, but because Bruce had one of the magic-using leaguers put it up. Batman doesn’t want to deal with magic if he doesn’t have to, and the barrier keeps out monsters as well. As for how often he got attacked, being a son of Poseidon tends to have you getting attacked pretty often, but I think it was less often than you’d think because he couldn’t be attacked at home.

(Oh and just for the record, the only Justice League members to know he’s a demigod are Wonder Woman and Aquaman, for obvious reasons. They both know not to tell anyone, though.)

#hope this answers your question #THANKS FOR SENDING THIS ASK IT WAS FUN #I'm working on the yj one rn don't worry #batfam pjo au #asks

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Wonder Woman lore and Greek Mythology

I love the Wonder Woman movie, faithfulness doesn't equal good, and unfaithful doesn't equal bad. This analysis of how Wonder Woman comics and their adaptations handle Greek Mythology should in no way be seen as a criticism of the film or the comics. I simply like talking about these things as a Nerd of both Mythology and Western Comics. The first change in how Wonder Woman lore uses Greece Mythology is in basically treating the Amazons as Greeks, when the Greeks saw them as the ultimate antithesis to the Greek way of life. I'm the kind of person who does want to be believe real Amazons actually existed, and on my Revised Chronology blog I've recently speculated some on that very topic. For a long time Wonder Woman lore at least depicted the Amazons as favoring female deities, even if which ones they got wrong (ironically in Greek Mythology Aphrodite was an enemy of the Amazons more often then Ares was). It's the New 52 trend of making Diana another offspring of Zeus that has caused this to change. And now the Wonder Woman movie never even mentioned any Goddess by name, it was only Zeus and Ares. Wonder Woman Comics have at least never been guilty of what TVTropes calls the Hijacked By Jesus trope. The movie however seems to have fallen into that area. Is it because an Israeli actress is playing Diana? who knows. "But Mithrandir, didn't just argue the Amazons were Israelites" yes, Danites after they fell into Idolatry and became devotes of Anath, so still not Monotheists or even particularity Henothesitic. However I can say as a positive, making Ares the Lucifer figure fits far better then Hades. The Ancient Greeks did tend to view Ares as necessary evil at best (Ironically the Amazons were often depicted as Daughters of Ares, though I think that came from them being daughters of Anath). It was their greatest contrast to Greece that Rome viewed Mars as their patron deity. And the Roman cult of Mars continues today in America, commemorated on Memorial Day and the Fourth of July. The movie arguably makes Wonder Woman herself Jesus. And having a female as the Messianic Archetype is interesting to me, with my arguing a Biblical Example of it in the Song of Solomon itself. And was part of my recent praise of Nausicaa of the Valley of The Wind. There is a point in the film's backstory where the Amazons seemed effectively like Tolkienian Elves, with the biggest difference being the Elves are usually older then Humankind. The gods all being dead now feels like a huge waste. But I have a hunch we may learn in the Justice League film, or it's sequel, that the New Genesis gods are basically the Olympians reincarnated. Some people are upset that Ares doesn't look how he usually looks in Wonder Woman Comics, or the 2009 Animated Movie which I hated. I for one hate that look for Ares, the Greeks took great pride in that their gods looked human. Olympians being British always works for me. I have posted before on The Titans of Myth, how on the Titans at least DC Comics is better then other modern depictions of Greek Mythology. The main thing that is off about the DC Titans is they pair all of them together into 6 pairs while in actual Mythology only 8 of them were paired up. Kronos&Rhea, Oceanus&Tethys, Hyperion&Theia and Phoebe&Coeus. Iapetos wasn't married to Themis but rather a daughter(s) of Oceanus and Tethys. Krios married a daughter of the primordial sea gods. Themis and Menemosyne either never mated or were among the mothers of Zeus's many demigods. If the Wonder Woman solo sequel focuses on non Mythological Wonder Woman antagonists like Cheetah or Dr. Psycho, it might work out, but would feel like a step down in scale. However nothing in the movie rules out Circe or The Titans still being around. But the Titans in like best in Teen Titans stories. I would love it if Troian Bellisario got to be Donna Troy.

#Wonder Woman #Amazons #DC #DC COmics #DCEU #DC Cinematic Universe #Teen Titans #Titans of Myth #Gal Gadot #Troian Bellisario

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