As Hob uttered the words of the summoning ritual, reading them from the aged page held tightly in shaking hands, he felt like he was making a colossal mistake. The ritual was supposed to summon something willing to make a deal, but the details were so frustratingly unclear…
The circular formation of chalk, surrounded by symbols he copied from the worn, yellowed pages, took up most of the chipped floor in the room. The six of cheapest candles he could get his hands on were placed as accurately as he could around the setup.
With the sound of tiny silver bells a smiling slender maiden appeared, with cascades of reddish gold hair adorning her bare, rosy skin. Hob could see her reach out her arms toward him.
The darkness swirled above the summoning circle, the rising wind almost smudged chalk on the floor, and the color of the candle flames seems to have changed into deep, soft cyan.
The visage of the maiden flickered and deformed, for a blink whisked away into much frailer creature before even that fell apart as it was pushed aside. It looked almost like she was shoved back as the shadow coalesced into a solid shape.
And then there was a figure in the middle, the thin and tall person of skin like white marble, wearing majestic robes like wisps of shadows, lit up from inside by the countless stars. Edges of being were spread out in the pair of midnight wings housing millions of facets of the sky within their feathers. The glorious otherworldly aura filled not only the circle, but also spilled all over the room, hanging so heavily Hob could barely breathe. Whatever was standing in front of him was something regal and… obviously powerful. And it looked a lot like his mysterious stranger. It took Hob a few moments before he really started thinking again, rather than just staring at the absolutely gorgeous appearance of being in front of him.
“Oh… sorry, I. Something got screwed. It was supposed to summon a low-level imp or some simple spirit, sooo…”
The stranger gives a small, regal nod. Hob decides to accept it as a sign of forgiveness, but as Hob took a breath to talk more about this awkward situation, the man spoke.
“Hob Gadling, you are incredibly lucky with your mistakes. Most beings wouldn't be this indulgent of mortal reaching out blindly.” When hearing him, Hob has no more doubts that being in front of him is truly his stranger. His voice somehow sounds even deeper than usual, echoing over the inside of Hob’s mind in a way that seems filled with power, but there was no place for doubts.
“Creature summoned here could take advantage of the misplaced ward over here,” his stranger continues with what seems like amusement pointing out which part he means. “Look, it is placed at the wrong angle and this line here is too thick, interfering with the correct shape.” He easily reaches past the line of the circle that was supposed to stop whatever was summoned from getting out, without a care in the world before he moved on to talk about another thing he noticed about the set up “…and the uneven edge of the circle, right in this place, where it's easier to break. If it was a particularly stubborn one they might even use the uneven surface of the floor as their chance.”
Hob had no choice but stand there, listening to his stranger absolutely tear to pieces dozens of mistakes he seems to have made in ensuring that summoning goes properly before finally this wonderful, winged creature seems done with schooling him, and folded his wings back into the robe.
“If you attempt to summon me again, you ought to prepare some appropriate offerings.”
“Wait, what’s your name? So I don’t mess up…”
“Perhaps you ought to figure it out before trying next time.” The stranger gives a barely noticeable smile as he spreads his wings again, with a quick brush of feathers disrupting the chalk as he vanishes again.
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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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The Babel Incident
Phantom doesn't make talk to anyone when he joins the Leauge. They may try to make small talk and learn more about their new teammate, even going as far to to invite him to the occasional gathering or socialize, but the newest member simply shows up when there is mandatory meetings, helps out on the field, and leaves as quickly as he arrived.
Keeping everyone at arms length, no matter how they much they try. They can clearly see he's lonely, but he insists they leave him be.
Clark doesn't miss (or like) the way Bruce tries to get more useful information on the newbie in roundabout like asking other Leauge members for anything. It wasn't until the usually straight faced Phantom got angry at Bruce to vanish to get away from their leader. It irked the Dark Knight to not have any useful information, even when Martian ManHunter told him no to reading his mind, but Bruce will keep trying to get something out of Phantom.
Little do they know that the reason why Phantom doesn't speak or socialize with anyone has to do with the fact that Batman uses mere conversations to formulate his contingency plans to put down his colleagues, something they don't know about yet. The Last Universe he visited had its Batman getting his plans stolen by a villian and had gotten the entirety of the Leauge killed.
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New idea.
Okay now hear me out.
-Pulls out AU idea cauldron and tosses stuff into it-
Let's put in some Ghost King/Prince Danny.... But also some deaged to toddlerhood Danny that gets yeeted into the DCverse!
Like imagine, tiny baby Danny with his tiny crown of ice floating above his head and his galaxy cape wrapped around him and uses it like a baby blanket. He didn't mean to fall into a different universe, a natural portal opened up and he was being a curious little thing! He didn't mean to trip and fall in during his nap time.
Nor was he expecting to fall into this realm during a rogue attack and knock out said rogue cause they were being a meanie and harming people and now Danny just wants his nap time cause he spent a lot of his tiny engery and he wants to find a nice spot.
Danny finds a place to crash, snuggling himself into his cape and the astronaut bear Danielle got him during her last visit that he takes everywhere since.
He's out like a light as the door to this safe house that belongs to one of the Bats opens up.
Meanwhile. In the Infinite Realms, Queen Regent Jazz is going into Mama Bear Jazz Mode trying to find her deaged brother, keeping the Realms in check, and is resisting the urge to put CW in time out Soup Time because he's being cyptided again about Danny whereabouts!!! UGH!
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