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introvertllux · 2 months

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Meet the Wayne’s Chapter 3: Maternal Ties and the Shadow of Gotham

I DON’T claim the rights to batman only the black!OC. Also this is pure fiction and NOT my thoughts on marriage at all.

Scarlett P.O.V.

Despite living a life without a mother and engaging in activities far removed from what a traditional mother might do, I've always felt a profound pull towards motherhood. It was as if I was inherently maternal, destined to embrace the role with open arms. Yet, under the shadow of Ra's al Ghul, such dreams seemed distant, almost forbidden. Isolated within the confines of his domain, my world was restricted, my interactions limited. Discussing and acknowledging the natural teenage yearnings felt dangerous—punishable, even. Among the few women there, Talia—Ra al Ghul's daughter—was the only one close to my age yet far from being a confidante. I was an intruder to her, not for stealing her father's affection but because I was there at all. She saw me as a rival, though I never viewed Ra's in the paternal light she did. My mind was often elsewhere, lost in daydreams of everyday life outside these walls—friendships, romance, and the simple act of holding someone's hand.

Those dreams seemed like fantasies, unreachable and fanciful. Yet, here I am, years later, a mother to five incredible boys. My sons, each unique in their strength, humor, and brilliance, are the anchors that keep me grounded amidst the turmoil of my life with Bruce. They are my priority, the driving force behind every decision I make, including my disputes with Bruce over his relentless pursuit of justice as Batman. His obsession with patrolling Gotham has strained our relationship, but more importantly, it has impacted our boys. They witness our conflicts, absorbing the tension and reflecting on their individual bonds with their father. Bruce has his flaws; he can be overly strict and sometimes distant. Yet, when he's present, he's an inspiring figure—empowering, affectionate, and constantly pushing them toward greatness. He may not be perfect, but he's constantly evolving, striving to be a better father.

Our home, a nexus of love, conflict, and unspoken fears, bears witness to the struggles and triumphs of a family not quite like any other. For all his strength and resolve, Bruce grapples with the dualities of his existence—between the man and the mask, the father and the vigilante. His physical and emotional absences leave a void that I strive to fill, weaving the fragile threads of family unity with each day that passes.

In their resilience, the boys adapt and grow, each carving their own path under the weight of the Wayne legacy. Their struggles and triumphs are a daily reminder of the complexities of our lives—a life built on the foundations of sacrifice, secrets, and an unwavering commitment to each other.

In the quiet moments, when the chaos of our lives settles into a rare peace, I reflect on the journey that has brought me here. From the confines of the League's domain to the expansive heart of the Wayne family, my life has been a testament to fate's unpredictable, winding paths.

Motherhood, with all its challenges and joys, has been my redemption, my salvation from a past marred by darkness. It has taught me about the power of love, the strength of family, and the endless possibilities of embracing one's true self. Standing at the precipice of this life I have built, I am grateful for the unexpected gift of motherhood and the five remarkable boys who call me Mom.

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Third Person P.O.V.

The Wayne Manor kitchen was a flurry of activity, its usual solemnity replaced by the chaotic energy of the Wayne sons preparing for the day's event. Amidst the sizzle of breakfast on the stove, Scarlett found herself not only as the orchestrator of the morning meal but also as the mediator of an unfolding debate among her boys.

"I don't see why I have to wear a suit. It's not like the orphans are going to care what I'm wearing," Jason grumbled, tugging at the collar of his shirt with a scowl that seemed permanently etched on his face whenever formal attire was mentioned.

"It's about showing respect, Jason. We represent the Wayne family; we should look the part," Dick interjected, ever the voice of reason, his own suit fitting him like a second skin—a testament to his comfort in their world of galas and public appearances.

"Yeah, but why can't we show respect in jeans and a tee? At least we'd be comfortable," Tim chimed in, pushing his glasses up his nose as he eyed the suit laid out for him with undisguised disdain.

Duke, the newest addition to the brood, seemed less bothered by the dress code, though he couldn't resist joining in the banter. A little color wouldn't hurt. These suits make us look like we're attending a funeral, not celebrating an opening."

Damian, the youngest and often the most vocal about his dislikes, was surprisingly quiet, his usual complaints about 'draconian dress codes' absent as he meticulously adjusted his tie—a more miniature replica of the one Bruce often wore. It was a rare moment of conformity from the boy, who was usually anything but.

Scarlett, flipping pancakes with one hand and managing to look entirely at ease amidst the morning chaos, couldn't help but smile at her son's antics. "Gentlemen, you all look handsome, and wearing a suit won't kill you. It's one afternoon, and then you can come home and change into whatever you'd like."

"But Mom, it's not just the suits. It's the ties, the shoes—it's like being strangled by your own clothes," Jason argued, his dramatics earning a chuckle from his brothers.

"Jason's right," Damian finally spoke up, his voice betraying a hint of solidarity with his brother. "It's archaic, and it's uncomfortable. Father insists on these traditions without considering practicality."

Scarlett turned, offering a plate of pancakes to her sons as a peace offering. "Bruce wants this day to be special for the orphanage's family and children. Wearing a suit is a small part to play in making today memorable. And Damian, your father considers many things, including how the Wayne family presents itself. It's part of our responsibility."

The boys exchanged looks, their arguments deflating under the weight of their mother's logic and the allure of breakfast. As they gathered around the table, their banter continued, lighter now, interspersed with plans for the day and the roles they each would play at the reopening.

Scarlett watched them, her heart full. These moments were what she cherished most—her family united not just by blood or name but by the shared experiences that bound them closer with each passing day. She knew the importance of today's event extended beyond the orphanage; it was a testament to their resilience, their unity, and the legacy they were building, one day, one suit at a time.

As breakfast concluded and they prepared to leave, Scarlett felt a surge of pride looking at her sons. Despite their grumbling, they were ready, each embodying the strength and grace of the Wayne legacy. Today was more than an event; it was a reaffirmation of their commitment to Gotham, each other, and the ideals Bruce and Scarlett worked so hard to instill in them.

As the Wayne family convoy wound its way towards the heart of Gotham, the tension that had bubbled over breakfast seemed to dissipate, replaced by a shared sense of purpose. The sleek black cars blended seamlessly with the city's rhythm, a silent testament to the Wayne legacy that extended far beyond the corporate skyscrapers and into the very fabric of Gotham's community. Inside the lead car, Scarlett found herself sandwiched between Bruce and Alfred, the latter having taken on the role of driver for the day. The boys, divided between the vehicles, continued their debate over the necessity of formal wear, their voices a distant murmur over the car's communication system.

Bruce, catching Scarlett's eye, offered a small, appreciative smile. "They'll understand one day," he said, his voice a blend of resignation and hope. "The importance of today… it's more than just an appearance. It's about setting an example, showing Gotham that the Wayne family stands with them."

Scarlett nodded, her hand finding Bruce's. "They will. They're more like you than they'd care to admit. Strong, determined, and with a heart for Gotham's people. Today will be a good day." Their arrival at the orphanage was met with fanfare, with the community turning out in force to celebrate the reopening. The Wayne family, stepping out of their cars, were immediately swarmed by reporters, city officials, and excited children, all eager to glimpse Gotham's most prominent family.

Despite their earlier complaints, the boys moved with a grace and poise that belied their years. Dick took the lead, his natural charisma making him an easy favorite among the attendees. With his characteristic scowl softened for the day, Jason was surrounded by a group of older kids, his tales of motorcycle escapades drawing awed whispers. Ever the strategist, Tim conversed with city planners and philanthropists, discussing future projects and investments. Duke became an instant hit with the younger children with his infectious smile, leading games, and laughter. Maintaining a stoic facade, Damian nonetheless found himself drawn to a quiet corner where a few shy orphans observed the festivities from a distance.

Scarlett felt pride as she watched her family mingle and engage with the community. Today was a reminder of their collective strength, their ability to transcend the challenges and scrutiny that often accompanied their public lives. It reaffirmed their commitment to making Gotham a better place, one child, one family at a time. The jubilation of the day, palpable in the air filled with laughter and celebratory voices, was abruptly shattered. Moments before the chaos, Bruce stood at the podium, the crowd hushed in anticipation of his speech. The Wayne family stood to the side, representing unity and support.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us on this momentous day," Bruce began, his voice carrying over the assembled crowd. "Today is not just about reopening the doors of the orphanage; it's about reopening our hearts and extending our hands to those in need."

He paused, glancing towards Scarlett and their sons with a tender smile. "My family stands with me today as witnesses and pillars of our commitment towards this cause. Each of them, in their own way, contributes to the mission we've embarked on — to ensure that no child in Gotham feels abandoned."

Bruce's gaze swept over the crowd, his presence commanding yet warm. "This orphanage is more than a building; it's a beacon of hope, a promise of a better tomorrow. We dedicate ourselves to this promise, not just with words but with action. With support, care, and love, we can change lives."

As he spoke of future initiatives and the importance of community involvement, the atmosphere was charged with a sense of purpose and optimism. The Wayne family, listening intently, couldn't help but feel proud of their legacy, a legacy beyond the capes and the headlines, grounded in real, tangible change.

"And so," Bruce concluded, "we look forward to a future where every child knows they have a place to call home, a family to belong to, and a community that cares. Together, we can make Gotham a beacon of hope for all."

Applause erupted, echoing off the walls of the newly renovated building, symbolizing the new beginnings Bruce had articulated so passionately. The Wayne family joined in the applause, their hearts full, unaware of the looming shadow about to descend upon their moment of triumph.

When it came, the explosion was sudden and deafening, a brutal punctuation to Bruce's message of hope. Her instincts overriding her shock, Scarlett reacted with a speed born of necessity. Her powers, long kept hidden, flared to life, weaving a protective cocoon around her sons as debris and chaos reigned around them. The force of the blast sent her tumbling, darkness claiming her as she fought to stay conscious.

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Awakening in the infirmary wing, the sterile white of the room starkly contrasting with the vivid nightmare of the explosion, Scarlett's first thought was of her family. Alfred's presence, a steady constant, brought a measure of comfort, but his news did little to ease the dread coiling in her stomach.

"The boys are safe, thanks to you," he reassured, though the worry in his eyes spoke volumes. "But, Miss Scarlett, the symbols... they've spread."

As consciousness slowly crept back to Scarlett, her first coherent thought was a piercing fear for her sons. Panic clawed at her chest, her breaths coming in short, rapid gasps as she attempted to rise, only to be met with the firm, steadying hands of Alfred.

"Where are they? Are they safe?" The urgency in her voice was palpable, her eyes wild with maternal fear. With his ever-calm demeanor, Alfred reassured her, "They're safe, Miss Scarlett. I personally saw to their safety. They're with Master Bruce."

Her mind, however, couldn't find peace until she saw them with her own eyes. Then, the memories began to flood, memories of how Alfred first discovered her secret.

It was a late evening, months ago, when Alfred had walked in on her tending to a wound on her shoulder — a wound that should have been fatal yet was healing at an unnatural pace, the skin around it glowing faintly with intricate symbols. She remembered the shock on Alfred's face, the way he froze, a tray of tea in his hands, now forgotten.

"Miss Scarlett, what on earth...?" he'd begun, his voice a mix of concern and disbelief.

She had no choice then but to confide in him, to reveal the origins of her powers and her past with Ra's al Ghul. "Alfred, what you see... it's a part of me I've hoped to keep hidden. These symbols are not just scars but a map to a barely understood power. A power Ra's al Ghul sought to control."

The conversation that followed was long and fraught with revelations. Scarlett explained her fear of Bruce's reaction, knowing his distrust of anything related to magic or the supernatural. Alfred, for his part, listened with a growing sense of foreboding, understanding the weight of the secret Scarlett bore.

The fear for her sons momentarily subsided in the infirmary, replaced by a new wave of panic. "Bruce... is he okay? He wasn't near the explosion, was he?" Her voice cracked with the question, the thought of Bruce injured — or worse — reigniting the terror within her.

"Master Bruce is unharmed," Alfred assured her, but the comfort his words were meant to provide was overshadowed by Scarlett's growing dread over the spreading symbols. "But we must keep him from seeing these symbols, Alfred. He cannot know of this magic within me."

The decision to keep Bruce in the dark had been mutual between Scarlett and Alfred, but the secrecy now felt like a chasm widening between her and her husband. Alfred's worry was evident, knowing the strain such secrets could inflict on a family already navigating the complexities of their dual lives.

Bruce's confusion turned to anger when he was barred from entering the infirmary, Alfred standing firm at the door. "Why can't I see her? What are you hiding from me?" His voice, usually calm and commanding, was now laced with betrayal and concern.

The situation escalated quickly, with Bruce's demands to see Scarlett met with Alfred's unwavering refusal, guided by his promise to protect her secret. The tension reached a boiling point, the air charged with unspoken accusations and the weight of untold truths.

Scarlett could hear the muffled exchange from her bed, her heart aching with each of Bruce's angered pleas. The fear of losing Bruce, of fracturing their family with her secrets, was a specter looming more significant than any physical threat she had faced. In that moment, she realized the actual cost of her powers — not the danger they posed to her, but the potential they had to unravel the very fabric of her family.

As Alfred finally returned to her side, their heavy silence spoke volumes. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty and the inevitable confrontation with Bruce. But for now, Scarlett focused on regaining her strength, preparing for difficult conversations, and bracing for the impact of her secrets on her family's future.

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batcavescolony · 2 years

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A Young Justice TV episode where they get put in their comic bodies and have to not draw suspicion to themselves.

#comics #dc comics #tim drake #robin #red robin #dick grayson #nightwing #kon el #superboy #conner kent #ms martian #young justice tv #superfam: kon you're wearing your old shirt..... are you ok. you only wear that when your sad. do we need to call bart or tim?#conner in kons body: !!!!!!!! yeah im fine my outfits just.... dirty?!?#Jason: this is weird right? like tim is off and dick and cass and steph its not just me right. dick stated crying when I walked in!#damian: yes it is odd. i asked drake to drive me somewhere and he just agreed with no fight? and dick hasent invaded my space yet #bart allen #impulse #artemis crock #zantana #Ha'Wea: *worried bf*. Kaldur: *freaked out by how Jackson body adapted for longer with no water + long hair*#(don't know much of them past pride comic but i feel like Jacksons adaptations would feel weird to kaldur)#wally west: *exists*. TVYJ: 😭😭😭#kaldur'ahm #jackson hyde #aquaman #aqualad #people why know more about others add what you think id be like #Bart: *experienceing speed force for the first time*. Speed force: wtf is this?#young justice outsiders

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airmanisr · 1 year

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Zatanna- Arisia 2013 by the_wendy_bird

#zantana #cosplay

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l4z3rbolt-graphik-design · 7 months

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#new DC COMICS #limited series #flaming 🔥#titans #Batman.#joker #zantana #catwoman #green latern #superman #shazam #dc universe #lazerbolt

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voiider · 10 days

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I think mayhaps that Batman should exclusively be a member of the Justice League Dark. He doesn't really like working with people but also sometimes John Constantine is like "You know Batsy, If you help me save the world by proxy it saves Gotham" So he does begrudgingly. But only sometimes when they need help with some things because he's like a very good detective and sometimes you need that! But also mostly I just want the rest of the Justice League to not believe that The Batman is real??

There's an issue that they need dealt with and they think it's a demon so they call Constantine and he's like "nah mate, this is just weird ritualistic sacrifices, I got a call to B-man on this one"

And Superman is like "haha The Batman isn't real... Right?" And then they meet him and he is very much real.

And Diana is all like "Oh Clark you silly, obviously The Batman is real" But internally she's like "holy shit The Batman is real???"

Green Arrow still doesn't believe it because he keeps missing any mission that The Batman happens to go on and he's like "If The Batman was real my best friend Brucie Wayne would have told me so. Brucey said that the Batman is just a scare tactic created by the Gotham Police department" So he's pretty sure that the rest of the Justice League is just playing a long practical joke against him specifically

#justice league #justice league dark #john constantine #batman #I also specifically want all of Bruce's children to call him (Constantine) “Uncle John”#because of running bit where he insists that magic isn't real #'I worked in a circus Uncle John I know all of the tricks You can't fool me haha silly uncle John“#And John is like 'boy you literally watched me raise a zombie from the dead #'You have literally seen so much magic happen right before you're very eyes'#and dick is like 'hahaha smoke and mirrors :)'#I think Tim would have a good aptitude for doing magic so John is mostly teaching him things along with zantana #I think once Jason comes back from the dead he would be very strong at doing magic but also I think it would be very volatile #and hard to control #I'm imagining holiday dinners where zantana and John both come but they're not dating right now so it's very awkward #obviously Jason Blood/Etrigan are there #the gay uncles if you will #also deadman is there But I don't imagine he's visible all the time unless they cast some sort of spell #Bruce would very much like it if these people were not in his house all the time #But his children are attached so what is he to do

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kittenmey-rin · 16 days

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The helpful service contest (oneshot of Drv3 x Drv3 Oc's).

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Featuring: Taelin, Miu, Kirumi, Tia, Kaede, Kokichi, & Lucy.

To: @mimiocto.

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Lucy: Hmm, it seems being the ultimate Story writer is a bit difficult, and it seems that I need someone to help me..... That's it!! Taelin can help me, after all, Gonta is with Zantana-chan, and Kirumi is with Richard, so I must ask her for help.

*few minutes later, Taelin is being ordered around by Kokichi and Lucy, Taelin didn't get any sleep few nights, that's when Miu feeling worried about Taelin since she's been doing something strange*

Miu: Hey Taelin, are you okay, I was worried sick about you ever since you didn't help us out.

Taelin: N-No, I am sorry for making you feel worried about me, Miu.

Miu: Who did this to you??

Taelin: Kokichi and his gf, Lucy, they've been ordering me around and never allowed me to get some sleep, free-time, or anything.

Miu: Oh, they will pay for this.

*at morning, Tia gave Lucy and Kokichi punishment slaps on the face, only one slap, while Miu used her invention to give Lucy and Kokichi a thunder shock, Kirumi gave Taelin an cup of Earl Grey Tea, and Kaede gave Taelin a gentle massage*

Taelin: Ah, thanks for helping me with relaxation.

Kirumi: You're welcome McRae-chan.

Kaede: No problem Taelin.

#Taelin x Miu Iruma #Tia McRae x Kaede Akamatsu #Zantana x Gonta Gokuhara #Lucy Kusuo x Kokichi Ouma #Drv3 x Drv3 oc's #Richard Iida x Kirumi Tojo

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anurarana · 2 years

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I really hate that im not feeling any of the batman webtoons that are out rn :(( like wfa is cute I guess but all the characters are flattened out and fanonized to the point where they are almost unrecognizable to their canon counterparts. And then I was wary of the rho from the beginning bc jason cant catch a break with good writers in the mainline continuity let alone im gonna trust this,, and my fears were kinda shown to be true. And its really annoying bc I want to like them so bad, ive said this before, they are are about the most accessible comics can be rn and I love when people love my favs, but when the webtoons make me cringe more than whats enjoyable I have to draw a line somewhere

#and that line is rehashing jay/artemis im sorry i cant i am looking at where this is going and im crying #i wanna say stuff on vixen im actually liking it the most so far out of the options (i have not read zantanas yet)#but i havent read much if anything on her before this so i cant speak on if its in character or not i just like it #WHICH AGAIN goes back to how i want new comic fans to get into wfa or what not i love when people are interested in what i like #but thats really all it is its tailored to none comic fans and fanon far removed that its painful for someone who #and this might be a shocker #actually likes these characters lmao #idk what im saying i hate normal comics too isnt is so fun to hate ur favorite media haha.#batman #ask to tag #i really dont want to spoil peoples fun but besties rho upset me a bit

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djcanipe99 · 1 year

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#lokxsophie #dick x megan #dickxartemis #dickxjade #dickx zantana #dickxem’ree #dick x barbara #lokxzhalia

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just-trying-my-best-everyday · 1 year

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Does anyone remember how heterosexual the S1 finale of Young Justice was? Because I do.

#wally and artemis get a pass bc like #that's mah ship man #connor and megan..... pushing it..........#zantana and dick did not have enough development and what was rocket and aqualad #5/10 not enough gay all 5 points come from wally and artemis bc i love them #anyways #young justice #dc

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keycomicbooks · 1 month

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#Zantana by #ArtGerm

#Zantana by ArtGerm #rare comic books #marvel comics #key comic books #dc comics #key comics #dc universe

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clubkidandcollectives · 2 months

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#la rebel #versus drag queens #versus drag queens cl #Galaxia #mia vittar #cindy nero #Zantana Diamond #Miss Cookie Knowles #Elektra Heart #Javi Del Real #Ursula Del Real #rebel

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introvertllux · 1 year

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Meet the Wayne’s Chapter 2: Happy Wife, Happy Life

*Scroll all the way to the bottom for a sneak peak at chapter 3!*

I DON’T claim the rights to batman only the black!OC. Also this is pure fiction and NOT my thoughts on marriage at all.

Scarlett P.O.V.

Happy wife. Happy life.

"They," say it's the key to a good marriage- a successful one.

It makes you think about who they are and why "they" are generalizing something so complex and tricky. You see, marriage- marriage is like a puzzle. When you dive in head first, dumping out all those tiny little intricate pieces, you're interested and enthroned by your brain's incoming dopamine (the very feelings of happiness). During this moment, you know you're not really thinking.

Your brain is just swarmed with happiness; you're having fun- overshadowing your impulse to "go for it" you're not thinking logically or analytically- because you're so overcome by (happiness) that momentary feeling. It's fun for a while; it even satisfies that feeling of dissatisfaction that lingered moments prior. But... it's only when you take a closer look you see some pieces that look so similar, yet... they are not fitting. You think they look like they belong- so why don't they. You try not to get frustrated; you try not to let this one small bump in your track steal all the happiness you just had. So what do you do?

You try to brush those emotions toward the deepest part of your head- far, far, far away. Your persistence to try and match those infuriating pieces together is perceived as a challenge to the puzzle, giving you pushback. At this point, it becomes a game. A game of dominance- whose right, who is wrong? Who's the winner, and who's the loser. You don't want to be the loser who wants to be a loser. But, at this point, you and the puzzle mirror each other. While you were covering your frustrations with lies of so-called happiness, the puzzle was exposing you- letting you know you're not slick.

But guilt came knowing hard at my door of newfound happiness. I knew that I had changed and grown into the dignified and virtuous wife of the "Prince of Gotham." But, underneath, I was a small, scared, and untrustworthy little girl. If I let guilt in, I would be back to square one, abandoned and thrown away like nothing. So instead- I ignored the responsibility I had self-proclaimed that nobody was home to answer guilty at the door. I continued to hide behind my covering and be used for what I could be (potential, they called it).

But, there are just the two cents of another so-called person with an opinion... another "they." I spot one difference, though, and it's that I feel this way. I live this way. I live a life full of lies and deceit. I can attribute that to myself, but be damn sure my husband too. Let's say 50/50. Who's the liar, and who's the deceitful one? I'll let you all decide. Though I never intentionally lied to my husband about my life, there was an abundance of things I never explained in detail. Like what happened to my parents? I said they passed away (lie?).

My memories are very blurry from infancy to childhood. I know that one day I was found in any ally by a representative from the orphanage (truth). I never explained how I ran away or who I ran away with. My husband took this as me being reserved- which, don't get me wrong, I'm very reserved, but my cover-ups were anything but reservations. They were out of fear. When I first met my husband, my life changed from that moment forward. I began to find myself (or a mirage of myself).

During my childhood and mid-teens, it was for my abilities. You see, the so-called representative from the Gotham Orphanage was no representative. He wasn't even human- at least not entirely. I sense something from him and vice versa. He said that he had been watching me for a while. I was stunned; I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to think; I was so overcome with emotion. I reeked of sadness- depression, and shock. Who wouldn't if they set fire to half of an orphanage, killing 25 children and critically injuring 10 staff? I was a murderer at 12 years old. Why? How? How could I? I couldn't answer these questions, but the mysterious figure could.

He responded to each of these wonderings in order, stating, "Unfortunate substances happen all the time. You have a pure gift. Come with me, and I can show you; I can help you learn more about this precious gift." I had nowhere to go, nowhere to run. So I went with the stranger I later knew as Ra's al Ghul. Later known as one of my husband's mortal enemies and our son's biological grandfather. It's funny how life works. One lie creates more lies, and eventually, they bite you.

I spent 7 years with Ra's al Ghul, training under him, developing my powers- even becoming his right hand, continuing to build on lies. 7 years wasted on what I felt was some sort of father-daughter development and what he saw as a tool in his belt. Hurting and taking the lives of those who did and did not deserve punishment, under the personal guise that if I train this so-called gift, I would ultimately be protecting the greater good. Oh, how sacrificial of me. The lies and the continue using of me. I was really a monster. This so-called gift changed me both inside and out. You see, as I began using my powers, my appearance changed... dramatically.

My brown hair began transitioning- my fading from brown to light pink. My eyes... when I first looked into the mirror I nearly combusted is as glowing pink eyes stared back at me. In terms of both internal and external changes I thought that was as far as my abilities would take me.

At least that what I thought until Ra’s Al Ghul pushed me harder. More intense and longer trainings. Back then it didn't hit me that he knew what I was- the true capable I had. I was naive and thought I could trust him because he said I was special (nothing I had ever heard). But, you should’ve see the face he has on when I peaked with with my abilities. He looked like he had hit the lottery. He called this stage a “surge”. Boy, believe me I was like a surge- a power surge used a battery to drain and to power (at least that was the plan). When I reach a surge in my abilities.

I hated the surge level. When I hit that level I wasn’t me. Or who I can to believe I was. I felt Moralless, soulless, like an empty shell of myself. My thoughts and actions did not feel like my own. I definitely did not look like myself or even the self I had become as I used my powers more frequently.

My hair and eyes turn a dark magenta- they glowed like the night I ran away from the orphanage. I felt like a creature. I felt evil the more I used these "gifts ." Till this day this level has damaged me physically as well, as today I get these intense migraines, sometimes with visions of people I know and don't know. Bits and pieces of events that I can’t seem to piece together. My body also glows with these symbols they look like tattoos when I get intense migraines. They normally only show up then, or even in rare cases that I utilize my ablates for very small actions- but I always end up with a new symbol littered across my body when I do.

The feelings and usage continued for years after I left Ra's al Ghul.

I met my former friend- she was a user, a manipulator, but despite it all... like a sister. Although our sisterhood lasted a year, it what a whirlwind. She has expensive taste and a high interest in jewelry, particularly that of high value and rarity. A high-profile burglar, she is skilled in espionage. She amazed me with the things she could do, with no "special" abilities necessary. To have that speed, agility, reflexes, balance, and flexibility so naturally- is what I was enamored by. Of course, she saw that.

She once told me, "Were sisters, through thick and thin. Together forever. Sister, do anything to help each other out."

Unfortunately, nothing was stilling these most priceless items one can only dream of. Did I enjoy it? No, but the happiness I was on my "sister's" face let me know some good had to come from it.

Right, because happiness is such a long-term feeling. Well, I learned shortly after this year-long venture I was no longer happy- no, I was never pleased.

Out of fear, I left without a word- a trace, mirroring the same abandonment that has been done to me repeatedly.

Well... that's until I meet Bruce. After I had disappeared for about 6 years, I met the love of my life. The "Prince of Gotham" to them. But, the father of my children, B, Brucey- my husband. He spoiled me really when we first met. He was interested in my mind and what I had to say. He found my thoughts compelling, deep, intuitive, and reflective. Some were interested in something other than my abilities for the first time. They were interested in a part of me that was there long before any powers came forth.

Our physical attractiveness toward one another was an added bonus that acted as the icing on top, helping us to resonate on some level. Emphasis on some because I soon began to notice that Bruce and I started off as matching puzzle pieces and became those mirroring ones.

Depending on who you ask, this rough patch started at different times. The beginning of the end was when we decided to have children and as many as we have- Bruce's attention-seeking started to arise a bit. My priorities shifted. He did too. He became less about the family and more about himself, just as he was when we first met. I thought he's come out of it. He has his moments.

Meanwhile, I tried to hold it together by being the perfect mother and wife. Bruce will tell you it was the day Jason died. He and Jason have such a complex relationship. All those unsaid and unresolved complications came back on the family. It was somehow worse when Jason miraculously came back to life. They're better now. A little of an exaggeration. For someone who prefers logic over emotion- often portrayed as an emotionless robot- he's shown he has a deep emotional core but rarely ever shows it, and that precisely causes us to bump heads. I'm passionate, and he's logical. I feel, and he thinks, and the pieces never seem to fit.

Take tonight, for example. After dinner with the family, I headed to my bedroom to change. The kids all headed to bed, and I was still bashful over the boy's interest and me and how Bruce met. It took me back. So I decided to put on some lingerie. One that Bruce got me a couple years ago for my birthday. He said it was one of his favorites. He liked how it elongated my short legs. I figured this would spark something- interestingly enough though we've been in a rough patch, sex was never and is never an issue; in fact, Bruce was always an intense and passionate lover.

However, he always knew I was a person that valued actions in and out of the bedroom. It was "I love yous" in those passionate moments that felt like the old Bruce. As I waited for Bruce in our bedroom, I began to feel frustrated. I didn't need to question where my husband was. I knew.

The good old Batcave, as my boys would call it. Evernight, he would spend in there and every day if he could if it weren't for the appearances he had to keep up with. Did I want to fight?

No.

Did I want to be like a puzzle and actually problem-solve? Yes and no. I wanted to try and talk sense into my husband, who would see it as pushback. But I pushed that all aside, grabbed my custom-made silk embroiled with my initial black robe, and marched straight down to the Batcave.

As I entered the intimate environment, I clenched my fist tight around the chest of my robe, growing more feelings of frustration and also disappointment.

"I thought you weren't patrolling tonight," I stated.

"Something came up. Gordon asked me to stop by." He said, not bothering to turn and face me, still scrolling on his computer system.

"Bruce...you promised," I said, letting out a shaky breath as I exhaled my frustration slowly.

"I also made a promise to this city. I vowed to help and protect them." He said with his back still turned, but his body now standing straighter.

"To the city, but what about your family? Your kids? Your wife?" I said, almost pleading.

"This is where our family lives, Scarlett. What good is it to raise a family without a home to come to, a home from them to grow up in."

He said as he stood up straight, eyes fixed on the alternating camera footage.

"Yeah? But what good is a man without his family Bruce? ”You went from vengeance to Mr. Righteous.”For a City that doesn't even love you. Not as Bruce and sure as hell not as Batman. What do you owe them, Bruce!? What is it?" I yelled and pushed, finally exploding.

Bruce swiftly turned around and stepped forward.

"You think I want to spend every night going out there?”

“You think I enjoy it?!" He yelled back.

I snorted, "Could have fooled me. Because all I see is a sad and traumatized man... thinking he's doing the Lord's work when in reality, all he's doing is masking the guilt he feels from his family.”

“A boy inside of the shell of man, paying for his father's sins. The riddler may have been off his rocker, but he spoke factually about that." I said.

"Don't speak his name. Ever." He sneered.

"Or what?" I pushed, and I stepped forward.

"Are you going to leave me, Bruce? Leave your sons; hell, leaving Alfred.”

“At this point, all we need is for you to leave us for good because you are so emotionally checked out. If you don't want us, then just go." I said, finally putting my head down, chin to chest, as my hand loosened around my robe.

I felt defeated.

I gave it my all.

Within moments, I was pulled into Bruce's arms. I began to sob instantly.

"Scarlett, I know I haven't been the best father and husband. I want to protect you, the boys, and Alfred the best way I know. “

“I want a world of peace but, most importantly, a city of peace. Gotham has a little left, and if nobody wants to shed light on it, I will.”

“I want a place where my boys can grow and lead normal lives. Where you and I can grow old together. Alfred can retire.”

“I can't do that knowing what lurks in the shadows. I know you can't see it now, but I protect you.”

“That's why I came to my senses and agreed you all stop patrolling. It's too dangerous, and I can lose anyone again." He said as he tried to comfort me.

There was still so much I wanted to say. I tried to argue and tell him he was wrong. That what he was saying didn't make sense.

But there was something in him- or something out there that he needed- that he wanted.

But what?

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WHEW! I’m sorry for the delay. IDK what to write. I was stuck. I also am going through the motions of life. But, thank you for sticking around please find the preview for the next chapter as well as the taglist below.

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Meet the Waynes Chapter 3: Motherhood

Despite living a life without a mother as well as doing things a mother should never do, I've always felt this magnetic pull to be a mother. I’ve always felt naturally maternal, like I was made to be this loving mother. However, I never thought to much about it. Ra Al Ghul never gave me the chance. I was often secluded from everyone. I never got to go outside of the premises. I never met anyone new or really had long conversations. I always felt as though if I brought up the idea or even the feelings I has experienced, the teenaged urges I had I would be dismissed- punished even. There weren’t many females to talk to, well expect Talia- she was Ra’s Al Ghul’s daughter. She was similar to me in away. Untouchable, priceless. But here’s where we differed she was still a person, I was a tool. She hated me. She never spoke to me only gave me cold hard stares. I figured it was because she felt like I stole her father. In reality it was quite the opposite. He took me. I never knew what it was like to see him in that fatherly way she saw. I was too busy being trained and daydreaming about what normal teenagers do outside of this place. I often daydreamed about leaving and finding a boy to like.. What would hand-holding be like? Kissing? My first kiss? What about getting married like in all the fairy tale princess books they would read to us at night. Would I have kids? Who would the look like more?

I didn’t know. But I felt pulled to want that life. But, here I am 10+ years a mother. A mother of 5 boys. Strong, funny, and brilliant in different ways. Thinking of my boys let’s me put aside the intense exchange I just had with Bruce. I think of them knowing that they’re my first priority. I will always go above and beyond for them. That’s why I fight my husband on this whole cape crusader stuff. I know Bruce means well, but lately his fixation on patrolling has been straining on us as a couple, but more on the boys. They see us, but they also reflect on their individual relationships with their father. There are times when Bruce has been too hard on them, and there have been times where he's failed them too. But when his head is on straight he’s the best role model. He’s empowering, loving, and encourages them to be the best versions of themselves. He’s not the perfect father, but he's learning.

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jaybirbie · 2 months

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DpxDc prompt Deadserious

Damian carried 2 swords. The first was gifted to him by his mother and was the only one he was ever seen using.

The second was also a gift, a beautiful sword made of ice with a green shine. The blade is able to take upon almost any foe, able to cut through titanium or any manner of creature.

The sword was gifted to him just before his arrival in Gotham by his beloved betrothed Prince Daniel Phantom of the Infinite Realms. They had trained alongside each other since they could walk.

Daniel had crafted Damian the sword to keep him safe! It would always remain by his side and return to him unless he willingly gave it up.

So there was no way he was letting the Justice League take it from him even if they could, just because Constantine and Zantana claimed it was too dangerous for the hands of a teenager.

But what was he supposed to do? Just let Darkseid kill them all?

#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #damian wayne #danny fenton #deadserious #deadseriousship #fic prompt #ice sword #danny is prince of the realms #clockwork is raising him so he can grow up into the position of king

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roxineedstosleep · 3 months

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Can you do platonic batfam with a male reader who is like Hunter from the owl house

Imagine having a manipulator uncle and is a clone of someone

Clones have no personality.

Not at least in the interim of their realization.

At the beginning they know what they want and that, then, when they interact with a more real world they realize that they are nothing and at the same time they are someone.

The emptiness that comes with realization, anger, loss, parendiza and acceptance are things that take time. They take time, tears, reproaches, rejections, acceptances, cries, screams, health and so many other things.

Conner surely understands what the reader is going through, he knows what it means to be someone's clone and not knowing what else to do for oneself.

Conner didn't know he could be himself until he stopped trying with Clark.

The reader… well.

Being Dick Grayson's clone wasn't something you'd like to have known.

Worse yet… meeting Dick and then the whole family was even worse.

You no longer knew if your affections, hobbies, likes and dislikes were a macabre work of genetics or because that's what you'd really be if you weren't a clone.

You were- are? soooo much like Richard.

But at the same time you were so different. His dark light skin was like a beautiful bronze compared to your uneven brown skin. It looked like your hair waves were hideous compared to his perfectly wavy hair. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue, well-place mole on the chick, his voice was more enchanting than yours.

Every time you saw him more and more, you felt as you looked in the mirror something about your appearance warp into an eternally striking malformation.

Your nails or your fingers didn't seem to be straight, your teeth were getting bigger and twisted(?), your hair was not manageable, your skin started to get more pimples or pores… nothing seemed to have an end.

You were too young to even be considered Dick's twin, at best, like Damian, you could be considered his younger brother… his son? To old for that?

Well, like Conner, someone had to have given the egg for that cloning thing to work.

That wasn't the point.

The point was that you were everything Richard wasn't. You never would be and never would become.

You didn't have the strength or the agility or the courage or the chutzpah.

When Bruce found you, it was as if he had stopped time and locked you in the Batmobile until Zantana and others came to see what they should do with you. You were just looking for the quickest way to buy candy. A simple detour around a corner and all of a sudden you were being pecked and bewitched by a bunch of people in tights who wouldn't stop asking you questions or wanting to get inside your head.

Your only mistake was scape from the orphanage for candy.

When the spells failed, when the manipulations came to nothing and when everything looked like it was going to end with you ten feet underground behind a ditch… they resigned themselves to completing the last box in the "kidnap a civilian" kit: they had to see if you were a fucking clone.

Bruce didn't even think of Dick as a possible cloning victim in the first place.

You didn't look like him… not in the right way. At least from Bruce's perspective; being the genius detective that he was.

Bruce had just squeezed the wheel of possibilities with the DNA of everyone registered in the Watchover system… the genetic co-incidence was just that.

A fucking co-incidence.

And Dick, he had the terrible luck to show up as a match. But even with that proff he did not believe it.

You, you couldn't be a clone, you had to be something else. Didn't you?

Your son? a mistake from the past?

No.

You were just the result of a crazy ex-girlfriend, an idiot Dick and a test tube.

They took you with them. You couldn't walk around without anyone watching you. Besides, a mansion was better than a low-security orphanage. Wasn't it?

But it didn't help any.

To them, to Dick himself, you were just a token that everyone was replaceable.

Bruce wanted to test if you were trainable to be Robin, but you could barely run without dying in the attempt. It didn't matter how many days you stayed in training or fighting.

Nothing worked.

Your belly was visible, your fatigue was or seemed chronic (some cloning error?), your appearance definitely resembled Dick but not in the right way. Or at least that's how you began to perceive it over time. As they, the Waynes, used to constantly emphasise to you.

Sometimes you could stand for hours in front of the mirror wondering if you were really a clone or if the machine had broken down.

And just as your relationship with your image began to deteriorate… the relationship with the members of the house didn't even seem to get off to a good start.

Damian didn't know how to treat you, Jason definitely looked at you with pity, Tim watched you like a lab rat, Alfred and Bruce tried to make up for all their faults with you.

Dick… Dick, like Clark, didn't want anything to do with you or relate to you.

At the beginning he tried. I mean, one of his best friends is a fucking clone, who was fiercely rejected by the person who should be his family. Wouldn't it be hypocritical of him to reject you?

But it was no use. The few times you did hang out together it was clearly awkward for both of you. And even if anyone asked how you were related, Dick was quick to reject any connection.

"He's a friend's cousin, I babysit." "Oh, a co-worker's son." "He's one of the Wayne Foundation kids."

Over time Dick really emphasised that he wanted nothing to do with you, or to know about you or even to consider accepting your existence. He pulled away, with different excuses or reasons to the point where there was no reason why they should relate to each other.

So, seeing that nothing could ever be the same again… you decided to take the next step.

Clearly they didn't want to see you. They didn't want to relate to you.

Dick was, much to your consternation considering that he even never get you a proper ID, your legal guardian, but even he didn't make a big deal out of it.

Damian wouldn't give you the time of day, Alfred and Bruce were always busy, Jason for clear reasons didn't want to be there, and Tim had a purely clinical interest in your existence.

Why be with them? Well, you needed a roof over your head, yes, but other than that there was no reason why you should waste your time and effort wanting to be there.

You were taken off the streets almost as an adult, you could see your way to entertain yourself until you could get out of there. You didn't have the same pressure as they did with public image, you didn't have to go to galas or society balls.

So, you looked for other ways to entertain yourself.

First it was sports, but you sucked. Really sucked.

The arts didn't seem to be your thing, even if you tried.

Dancing was also out of the question and singing, even though you weren't terrible, wouldn't bring you any kind of personal satisfaction.

That's when the clandestine outings came in.

You drank, you tried drugs, you did whatever it took to get out of the Wayne family's sight for more than a day.

There were bad experiences, definitely, but it seemed like life wanted to somehow make it up to you for everything it put you through.

Before long, you found relatively decent people.

People who, in the worst situations, you wouldn't hesitate to ask for help.

There were even times when you would spend up to a month or more away from the family home and never get a call or message about your whereabouts.

Before you knew it, the years passed and you had turned 18… or at least you could say so considering you were a fucking clone.

Months away from the Wayne's, calculating that time away from home, I'd say it was a total of 2 cumulative years that you were away.

And you were happy in those months far from the Wayne mansion. You had two good friends, who were in and out of drugs just like you. They would meet in a small, ramshackle studio and eat and get a job to survive together. When the going got tough, you'd rush back so your buddies could make ends meet.

Sometimes you would even send them some food and old clothes that everyone in the house was reluctant to throw away.

Many of your clothes were, ironically, things that others had left behind. Not because you didn't have clothes of your own, but it was easier to finish wearing worn out clothes than to wear something new that you could wear later.

But that wasn't the point.

You didn't know anything about the Waynes at that time, and they didn't know anything about you.

And that seemed to work just as well for them.

Worked perfectly for you as well.

You didn't have to deal with them, they didn't have to deal with you. Wasn't that the best thing?

If you came back alive, with tattered clothes and calloused hands, they wouldn't say go. It didn't matter if you'd spent most of the winter sleeping without heat or if you moved the bathtub into the living room to avoid flooding the floor during the rainy season.

You were invisible to them. And you were happy about it.

But, like everything else in life, nothing seemed to be enough, everything seemed like a sick joke and no matter what you did, you always ended up in the same mental hole that kept you from moving on.

You don't even know how the fuck you ended up like that.

It was just a party, a private fucking party with your two best friends. Jackovy had brought a new sour candy (real sugar tasty candy) to try, Luz brought her own special drinks. You had gone out of your way to make spicy mac and cheese that had just the right amount of creamy yet tangy cheese. What was the worst that could happen?

A fucking Joker bomb, half a block from Jackovy's ramshackle building, that's what. Just as the three of you were halfway through dinner, ordering takeout for something sweet for dessert…. a stinking bomb shattered the front windows to the street and Jackovy jumped on you to get you out of the place.

Without thinking too much you grabbed Luz by the arm, and both of you held on to Jackovy's large figure to escape from the building that was collapsing second by second. As soon as Jackovy put one foot out into the street, the whole building collapsed and you pushed him and Luz as far away from the collapse as you could, they pulled you in time, but your leg got caught in some of the debris.

You didn't want to see it, you didn't need to see it, but that leg was definitely broken. You didn't know the severity, but from what Luz was shouting in her native language and the insults your other friend was hurling you knew that a bandage wasn't enough.

Clearly, as if it were a bad joke, because the Joker really was a lousy comedian, it wasn't long before Gordon and a member of your family arrived at the scene of the crime.

It seemed so strange to you, so weird.

They really were good at acting their double persona. I mean, you never saw Dick be gentle with you before. Not when you broke your arm after trying to climb the chandelier like he once did. Not when Bruce yelled at you until he was hoarse because he couldn't do gymnastics.

You never saw Bruce act carefully when pulling out the debris. You didn't feel Dick's desperate way of calling a paramedic like fake.

But, it didn't matter.

Really, if you didn't get over that everyone in the family had taken acting classes you could believe a little bit about their acting.

Really, omitting all the obnoxious disinterest you had in them, you could say they were worthy of an Oscar for best acting or at least they were too professional to care whether you were the forgotten clone in the house or not.

As soon as one of the two wanted to get into the ambulance with you, you shouted Luz and Jackovy's name for them to follow you. The paramedics didn't know what to do, but there wasn't much to say about it either.

"Only family members or couples can join-"

"Jackovy is his husband" Luz had shouted, noticing how you were trying to run away from the nurses' restraints " Besides he always use his husband's"

"A child can't be an adult's boyfriend-" Dick had tried to say, frightened looking at Jackovy, who definitely looked to be at least about 27 years old. His prominent beard and his height and musculature really made him look old, how funny that he was only a couple of years older than you or Luz.

His unfriendly face didn't help the current situation either, but that didn't matter. The point was that Jackovy had health insurance in his name, so why did the technicalities of the safe age of consent matter now?

"I'm 23, his MY husband, he's coming with me" You interrupted.

The opinion of two men in dark spandex didn't matter anyway. You're married? Perfect, the husband has more right to be with you in the ambulance.

Your friend stuck around while Luz stayed behind to see if anything could be salvaged from the wrecked apartment.

Neither you nor Jackovy or Luz felt sorry for the place, it didn't belong to either of you, it was just an old building used as a game room. But, some things were of sentimental value.

If they could be salvaged it was worth a try. Also, probably many of the drugs were there. Was a better option to clean it before the police started to seek there.

Getting to the hospital and getting your leg fixed was easy. Making sure the fake marriage paperwork and the fake ID Jackovy had gotten for you passed as real was the tricky part.

You and Luz had done a perfect job in creating all the false documentation in order to generate a fake ID.

Better job of adding a little more age to you.

They knew your ID was functional, as you had even been able to get your friend out of the police lockup on a couple of occasions.

But the fake marriage paperwork they weren't sure about. those were, in a better word, almost new. Not even more than a week.

They would not have been created had it not been for your friend's last minute idea to be covered in this way. Jackovy did it expontanea.

It was fraud that paper, not that your ID was any less fraud than that certificate, but at least you only had one ID.

Jackovy had several marriage certificates with different people's names on them. Some for a greencard, others like you, who needed to be able to use health insurance.

But the paper passed as valid, Jackovy's insurance cover most of the expenses and now you could get some rest before you could leave for Luz's now truly owned apartment.

The bad joints, at the end of the day, had ensured that you didn't lose the money you had saved… but for some reason had lured a falsely concerned family into the hallway outside the room you temporarily had in the hospital.

What the fuck were they doing there?

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Dcxdp Danny phantom and klarion are friends.

Danny as the ghost king who loves to prank loves teaching a younger appearance klarion all kinds of fun gags and tricks of magical nature. It's like the younger sibling he always wanted. And is a nice break from some of his royal duties. But things have been a little busier than usual they haven't gotten to really get out and have fun. Danny is 30 looks 20. Klarion is looking 14. But in the thousands for age.

Klarion is bored and upset. He wants time with Danny to himself. No interruption from clockwork or the eternal. Other ghosts. No one. It's not fair. He needs a plan to sneak Danny out of the infinite realm, hide him and not be the fall guy when they get caught. Because it's clockwork they will be caught it's the when. He needs someone else to do the summoning work. But who and how.

He lands on John Constantine. Clockwork doesn't like him much. And Danny inherited all the old kings claims. So he be able use that if things got dicey. And klarion is not a fan either of the jerk. To buddy buddy with nabou. So he has a fall guy to blame for the summoning. Just needs to setup a prank so good that John thinks he has no choice but to summon someone who could destroy the world.

Takes him a week to land on act like I'm gonna do it so he has to first. Easy. And he can brag to a bunch of villains to really drive the urgency. Perfect.

Plan worked like a charm. Maybe to good though. John got a bunch of heroes to help. No good no good. John is lieing to his super jerk friends. Klarion can see the seal. It will make Danny weaker and lock him to the jerk like a dog on a leash. Not to the artifact he said they could lock him away with. He's gotta fix this quick. He drops in the pawns he recruited to distract. While discreetly changing the ruin on the summoning without mucking it up so it doesn't work. All while fighting zantana, and racing the circle lighting up.

The summoning is completed. But something obviously went very very wrong. Klarion has teakle distract zantana while he goes over the summoning again to see what he shifted. Oopsie. The ruin for shrinking power turned to shrinking age. But thats ok. It can be fixed later. Maybe. Probably. He didn't get the teather changed before it set. But that's an easy fix by killing Constantine. But his friend is here. And now they can really play. So it's all good. Klarion is ecstatic. So much so teakle runs to him as he shrinks causing one of the supers to over swing on an attack on his familiar.

But Danny needs a minute. As he blinks wearily on his feet. Rubbing at his face. Ugh summoning. He hates summoning. And this had to be a strong one. Because he couldn't resist like most of them. Whatever once the brain fog clears he'll be good and can really give the jerks who did a real stern talking to. Or maybe he'll scare them. That sounds better. Standing infront of him is a blonde man looking like a dirty drunk cop dective from TV. Who is gapping at him as a cigarette burns on the ground at his feet. This guy has to be like a gaint too cause Danny has to really crane his head back to look up at his face. There is a bunch of commotion going on but he's to focuses on this weird feeling he has towards this weirdo. Who seems like he's confused. Maybe it was an accident. Whatever. Danny still isn't happy. He puts his hands on his hips. "Hey jerk face! What do you think your doing?" Then Danny's eyes went wide. "Oh by the ancients is that my voice! What's wrong with my voice!" Danny now clutched his throat before waving his arms wildly at the creepy man. "What did you to me you weirdo! I sound like a baby!"

"It a bloody fucking child."

"It's bad to cuss infront of kids Constantine." Someone else says outside the circle.

Danny's head snaps their direction. Danny's eyes widen as he puts his hand into view looking at himself panic taking over and he looks around at all these tall people looking at him or fighting. He opens his mouth to scream in fear or frustration he doesn't know till he hears a voice he recognizes.

"Don't wail, don't wail!" Danny closes his mouth and looks around for the source.

"Klarion?"

"Sorry my bad. I messed up change the circle so it wouldn't weaken you. And well oopsie " klarion rushed into the circle hugging little Danny tight. "But you are here. So now we can play." Klarion gasped as he pulled back from Danny. "I can be the big brother now!"

"Noooooo, klarion I was already a little brother. I wanted to be a big brother more." Danny whined. His white hair flopping over as he rolled his head in complaint.

"To bad. I'm the big brother now. We are gonna have so much fun. You just have to get rid of this looser so we can go do our thing." Klarion gestured towards Constantine.

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