There was a boy walking towards the invading army.
There was a civilian child walking towards the invading army from the infinite realms lead by their tyrannical ruler. The Justice League tried to stop force their way through, save the boy.
Instead of that, however, they were blocked by multiple ghosts, all hellbent on not leaving them alone. Superman tried to get close to the kid? Piles upon piles of ghosts knocked him back. Wonder Woman? The same thing happened.
The thing was, that wasn't even the ground army who did it. But the ones in the sky.
So the kid was walking towards an entire army by himself. One hellbent on taking over Earth and have no qualms about ending the short life of a human boy.
Instead of watching a child die, a life they failed to save. Something else happened.
The army parted for him.
Just as Moses parted the Red Sea, the same happened with the ghosts. They made a clear-cut line for him to walk straight towards their king with no obstacle, even clearing the way of anything that could pose as one.
Again, the Justice League tried to go down to drag the boy away, only to again be denied by the ghosts flying through the sky. Only to stop chasing as soon as they retreated a certain distance.
The ghosts stood still, and only moved as they got close, unlike their previous acts of causing havoc and mayhem. So, the Justice League, as much as they didn't want too, stood still and watched.
The boy stood at a stop before the king, painfully tiny in comparison to the massive ghostly tyrant standing before him with his arms crossed.
"Yo, dad." The boy said, and the Justice League froze in shock.
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"Yo, dad." Danny lifted a hand up in greeting, before dropping that hand to rub at his neck. "Funny seeing you here, I guess."
"Phantom..." Pariah Dark's voice was soft yet booming and seemed to echo throughout the battlefield. "We meet once again on the field of battle, come to challenge me again, little one? Without your armor, no less?" Pariah tilted his head to the side slightly, questioning.
"Oh that? Yea that got destroyed ages ago," Danny shrugged, as if not having it didn't bother him at all. "Parents couldn't exactly, you know, finish it. Plus, they had other things to work on, so they just decided to scrap the thing altogether." He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged again. "So, yea..."
Pariah looked the boy over, his eyes hardening and he clicked his tongue at what he saw.
"You come here, not with armor," Pariah began, strength in his voice and a fire (literally) in his eyes. "Nor a weapon, or a shield, and no allies of any kind-"
"Well those guys are there" Danny pointed behind him, straight at the Justice League.
"-Walk up to a hostile force with no gauge of their strength." But Pariah just barreled on as if the Justice League were an afterthought. "And face their leader and do not expect to come to harm!?" The Ghost King scowled, and the Justice League tensed.
But just tilted his head slightly. "Well, are you going to harm me?" He asked.
Pariah Dark blinked, then whispered. "I could, child. I could kill you." He put a strong emphasis on the word kill.
"You could," Danny nodded. "But are you going to hurt me?"
The Ghost King remained silent, but his gaze intensified.
Danny shrugged, this time with a smile. "See? You wouldn't hurt me so it's fine. Ya big softie."
Pariah's scowl intensified. "I am not soft, child."
"Oh really?" Danny leaned forward and his smile took on a more playful edge. "Then what's you're reason for visiting Earth, hmmmm?"
"To wage war and fight against this world's mightiest heroes." The Ghost King answered quickly.
"Annnnnnnd?"
The king remained silent for a moment and Danny stepped forwards before he face planted onto concrete. "C'mon, dad. Tell me the other reason you came here." Danny crossed his arms, mimicking the Ghost King's pose.
They stared each other in the eyes for a moment, before Pariah looked off the side with green dusting his cheeks. "You have not visited in 50 years, son..." He whispered, but everyone heard it.
"Hah! Knew you missed me!" Danny said shamelessly with a satisfied and smug smile.
"And your father forced me out of the realms because I upset him." Small embers started igniting themselves on the tips of the king's hair.
Silence echoed over the battlefield, before Danny burst out laughing. Pariah Dark's hair fully exploded into green fire as he reached a hand to cover his face. "Of course, alongside the shameless and cheekiness, you get Clockwork's sense of humor as well..."
The Ghost King, at least this very moment, seemed more and more like a tired dad than some fearsome, tyrannical Ghost King.
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"The lady is so mean to Master Diluc," whispers like this are common place across the manor. You, the lady newly married into Diluc's fortune, is known for your tantrums. Your outburst where you're no longer a fragile and meek girl, but more like a monster in human clothes. Angry and screaming, even going as far as to throw things, injuring any and everyone in your path.
"I wonder why she even chose to marry him," another hushed voice would speak. But saying that to chose to marry him would imply that you were given a choice. Rather, you were forced to marry him. Although, who would believe you when you said that? Soft spoken and stoic Diluc? He wouldn't even hurt a fly. Most days, you were seen as the aggressor. The gold digger who just couldn't get enough and had even taken to hurting your husband.
"She's like a beast," the maids would say amongst themselves, never looking you in the eyes, never seeing the pain and sorrow that you were showing beneath all the anger. To them, you're a spoiled brat. But they never cared to see how you cried and beg to be returned home. How all you wanted was freedom from the man who had taken you, but no one was on your side. Frustration led to anger and anger led to outbursts, one's where Diluc would take the brunt of the force and make himself seem like the hero who tamed you.
"She can't even pretend to like him," they'd mutter. But you did like him. You loved him, even . But how long ago was that? Was it when he was courting you? Making himself seem like the normal, kind man who'd come to sweep you off your feet, to charm you and make you feel like a princess. His words were sweet and shy, possibly being what made you not pay attention to all the red flags. To all the issues that you brushed to the side. You were blinded too at one point. Blinded by the charisma of his mask. But his mask slips. They'd never see it. But you did.
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wings wings wings!
comic dialogue under the cut if needed :D
M: you know.. your wings look a lot better now than last time i saw them.
P: oh yeah, surprisingly they healed a lot during purgatory.
M: and your fine with them out? i mean.. you don't really have a choice here..
P: yeah don't worry! i had them out of the backpack even before we got here.
M: i see. well, its nice seeing you so comfortable with them out again.
P: aww, thanks mate!
M: say.. when was the last time you preened them?
P: ... ehhhhhhh..
M: PHILZA! sit.
P: ok ok!
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M: can.. can you fly again?
P: ... i did for a bit. but it was more adrenaline if anything. hurt like shit. i had to carry Tubbo as i flew to the boat. we wouldn't have made it out of purgatory otherwise.
M: mmm. i'm sorry. i'm sure you are going to fly again soon.
P: ha ha yeah i guess so. one day for sure.
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Listen - a whodunnit on a yacht with batfam... as the Waynes, esteemed, normal, absolutely not known for any detective work guests at the party, and famous private detective Percules Hoirot (or whatever) on the case.
Bruce, losing his mind by knowing EXACTLY who did it but being unable to SAY anything because this would bust his secret identity, and running interference so that his kids won't bust THEIRS, because what the hell are they doing, kids, just stop.
Tim being impatient (having a date with Bernard later?), and trying to lead Hoirot to the realt culprit by giving some velied tips and leads, and thus landing himself in a position of a main suspect in Hoirot's eyes (who is not as much of an idiot as batfam thinks), as Tim a) seems to know too much, and b) behaves very wierdly
Damian making it a game to see how far he can strech the truth, without outright lying or making stuff up, to implicate Tim further as a main suspect. He's doing great, Horiot eats it up, and if Damian keeps it up Tim WILL throw him off the boat, thus cementing his prime suspect status. Damian is having a time of his life.
Dick and Jason 'befriending' the real killer and toying with him by one just throwing an offhand comments about how the crime was done, and dismissing them. "Oh maybe YOU are the killer, Mr Novak?! Hahaha" "Don't even joke about it Dickie, this guy wouldn't hurt a fly, not to mention kill anyone, even if it was, for, i don't know, inheretance" "you're right, besides it's not like he COULD do it with his AIRTIGHT alibi." "must have been the aliens" "mush have been, Jace".
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