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A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break
Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn’t understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.
So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn’t want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.
He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn’t feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…
… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.
Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.
“Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?”
“I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood.”
“Come on guys it will be fun!”
“For whom? You, Spoiler?”
“RR aren’t you curious?”
“We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?”
“Ghosts don’t exist.”
Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.
Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to ‘YES’.
The US Government has a very strong, very unknown meta that they use to threaten the Justice League when they feel the Justice League goes too far.
He is rarely brought out, he’s taller than Superman, and every time the League thinks they know what he can do, they’re surprised by more.
He’s got white hair, green eyes, and can literally possess any leaguer and force them to do what the government said anyways.
They suspect something is off, but any attempts to reason with the meta are rebuffed with a punch.
Impulse sees him once, and while he hovers behind the General threatening Superman, Impulse zeroes in on one thing.
That meta is wearing a collar. It’s well disguised, but that’s a collar. He’d recognize one anywhere, being as recognizing one meant surviving in the Future.
He glances at Red Robin.
Red Robin nods subtly back.
Impulse launches forward and attaches himself to the big, scary meta’s front.
The meta’s hands dart out to grab him, and Impulse dodges, tricking the meta into crushing his own collar.
The US Government has a very strong, very unknown meta that they use to threaten the Justice League when they feel the Justice League goes too far.
He is rarely brought out, he’s taller than Superman, and every time the League thinks they know what he can do, they’re surprised by more.
He’s got white hair, green eyes, and can literally possess any leaguer and force them to do what the government said anyways.
They suspect something is off, but any attempts to reason with the meta are rebuffed with a punch.
Impulse sees him once, and while he hovers behind the General threatening Superman, Impulse zeroes in on one thing.
That meta is wearing a collar. It’s well disguised, but that’s a collar. He’d recognize one anywhere, being as recognizing one meant surviving in the Future.
He glances at Red Robin.
Red Robin nods subtly back.
Impulse launches forward and attaches himself to the big, scary meta’s front.
The meta’s hands dart out to grab him, and Impulse dodges, tricking the meta into crushing his own collar.
Everyone goes quiet.
The meta holds the crumpled collar in his hands.
“…I’m…free?”
I would read this. At the moment? Only if this was the first chapter and the rest was nice and soft recovery, found family, and bonding over decimating the government facilities while abolishing the laws that allowed it to happen ^^ but I would 100% read that story XD
Clark tells his parents about Danny and they just
“Well tell the boy to come on down, we could always use a helping hand around the farm.”
And Clark agrees, cuz he’s hung out with Danny since he was freed and knows the man just wants a place so far removed from the facility he’d been locked away in and yeah, the farm is perfect for that.
Danny becomes Clark’s unofficial adopted brother by osmosis.
Ellie coming out of hiding and just appearing on the farm one day, the Kents are like
“Ah, we have a daughter now. Understood.”
Tucker and Sam getting into contact via letter and then phone, before randomly showing up in Gotham next to the skylight with multiple hard drives and flashdrives and paper files to convict certain govenrment bodies enough to spare the ones rich enough to abolish the Anti-Ecto acts so that they’ll play along.
Danny just vibing in the middle of a barn, surrounded by cows, just enjoying being alive.
I’m taking so many liberties with Bart’s future, I think, given I have only watched 7 episodes of the YJA series. Pulling dystopia, apocalyptic vibes from fanfics and other sources. Also, I won’t be exaggerating Superman’s response to Conner. Since this would diverge from the show during Season Two, Both Clark and Conner have bonded and settled on being Brothers. They have a solid older/younger sibling dynamic.
The JLA know This Military Weapon Meta as Axion. Because that’s what the project was called, and weapons don’t need people names. The plan was probably to pass him off as like an advanced android or something Alien Tech-like.
Bart’s Batman was Damian, who is currently probably an infant and unknown to Bruce atm. Also sprinkling in a bit of Young Just Us Bart traits for fun. and some core four bc I’m weak as fuck
I’m taking so many liberties on who’s currently active as part of The Team bc wow what a revolving door. The Reach thing hasn’t happened yet and also I’m 300% ignoring Black Manta and that messed up deep cover arc bc fuck Mount Justice being blown up kay thanks
A/N: A late night Idea that came to me instead of sleep and I wrote this down during lunch break
Danny was just in Gotham because the city spirit had asked him for assistance with a rather persistent unruly Ghost that didn’t understand that this was her haunt and she did not want them there.
So when he got the notice he did his kingly duties and made sure the Ghost was no longer annoying Lady Gotham. He was the Ghost King but even he didn’t want to anger a spirit as old as her. He had watched the spirit take a ghostly club and hit Clockwork the Ancient of Time with it without remorse the first time they were introduced. So yea, no messing with this one.
He had been about to portal back home when he felt a strange pull one that was close to when he got summoned but yet it didn’t feel as demanding but more like a little kid pulling on his shirt hesitantly. So he checked it out…
… and came across a group of vigilantes investigating an occult side.
Invisible he watched them, curious. He used to do the teen hero stick too before the whole Ghost King business allowing him to get some semblance of a normal life with his rogues, might as well see how others to that hero stick. Besides the pull he felt appeared to come from that tall one wearing a red helmet something was up with that guy.
“Come on, ask the ghosts a question or are you too chicken to do it?”
“I will not participate in this nonsense, Red Hood.”
“Come on guys it will be fun!”
“For whom? You, Spoiler?”
“RR aren’t you curious?”
“We just gotta ask the board a question and if a ghost is around they will answer by moving it, right?”
“Ghosts don’t exist.”
Okay Danny was not taking personal offense here but he was a half ghost and he ruled the Ghost Zone filled with ecto-entities that could count as ghosts. So yes, ghosts existed. It was a simple decision then as he floated down invisible crouching next to board still invisible and out of the way from them.
Making sure he made a lot of scraping noises as he moved the small wooden piece on the board to ‘YES’.
Clockwork is about to start ripping out his hair!! Nothing could be easy for him could it? On one hand he had a dimension full of super powerful beings that regularly rewrite their own reality by accident and on the other he has Danny climbing up the walls, becoming stir crazy after only a decade of being king!!
Well, wait a second. Their might be a way to solve two problems at once. His sure Danny would have fun with that world and he is responsible and noble enough to stop those idiots from braking space time. All he would have to do is ‘suggest’ his king go on a vacation!!
Meanwhile John Constantine just snapped out of a killer hangover by the sudden feeling that something was about to happen and that it would somehow involve death.
Danny. Our bby boy. MINDING HIS BUSINESS. Maybe visiting one of his buddies in the Realms after he graduates. When he just?? Get full on tackled from the sky.
And like?
Huh.
THIS hasn’t happened in a bit. Not since he’s become king. Legit, no one dares. He’s honestly kinda missed it. Alright, square up… Mr. Uuuuuh…. Who are you?
And it’s this barely formed New Ghost. Still in that glitch-y goopy blob phase and everything. Is Baby. Why… why does this infant Want To Fight God? I mean. He Respects It™, no lie, but? Not exactly usual for him?
And it turns out? This dude is some rando hero. He basicly JUST died. By all rights SHOULD be resting and gathering his strength to Form Right. But he’s so worried for his team mates and everyone else he CAN’T. Recognized a fellow Hero’s Costume even at a distance.
Please. PLEASE! You have to help him! We have to WARN everybody!
And Danny is just? Oh no. This Actual Infant Baby is gonna Anxiety himself to Actual Second Death at this rate. Yes! Sure! Just CALM DOWN! Anything you need buddy! BREATHE.
And this dude? Who died? Is legit a minor player who got WAY too deep but refused to abandoned People In Need™. It happens. It HURTS. But he saved a LOT of lives before he went down. Him and his team were just some Minor Heros from Belarus. How they ended up in deep space? Even THEY couldn’t tell you.
They couldn’t even bring him home.
He forgives them.
He could NEVER blame his friends. Not for this. The planet is in danger. Some… some THING. An invasion. The League has to be made aware. He DIED helping a planet try to evacuate all that they could. He… at least he…
He can’t remember if the Eggs got out. They… they’re like babies. A whole room full of toddlers who couldn’t run. They had to de-connect from the main building to lift it out. He can’t… can’t…
He saved them… right? Held on.. long enough? Why can’t he.. he…
Danny has to make him focus be for the kid spirals. Don’t think of your last moments. Purpose. You NEED to do something right now, right?
Right! The League! We gotta warn them! And… okay. Danny can totally do that. (What LEAGUE??!) He DEFINITELY knows who you are talking about and will tell them Right Away. YOU however are gonna rest up.
So he leaves the kiddo with Lunch Lady. Mother and Frightening Matriarch Extraordinaire. Lunch Box promises to SIT on him if he tries to sneak off. Good kid. Now eat your soup before you BECOME soup.
Time to bully the eyeballs. Whoms’t the F*ck is this “league”? And where does he find it? Talk. He has sand and he’s not afraid to use it. Don’t MAKE him get out the pepper grinder! Yeah. That’s what he THOUGHT.
After much, prolonged and unnecessary, whining and dramatic threatening… he gets a printed out map. Cheapskates even used flimsy paper. He gets there. Jaunt is even kinda nice. He says hi to a few folks he hasn’t seen in a while.
Opens a portal.
Steps out.
Gets punched in the face. RUDE! He punches the flying blue man back. Dents their wall. Not even a LITTLE sorry about that now! See if HE does you a favor aga-… is that his Ex? John?
John! Constantine you B@STARD. YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS. *Ten different hands slap a twenty on the table at his feet, including Constantine. Who is refusing to look at anybody.* Well, okay then. Debt payed. Gonna buy himself a shake or something, after this.
ANYWAY~ Good News Or Bad News?
He is met with silence. It’s like they’ve never seen an ethereal, giant, glowing man with a suit that looks like a cut out of the night sky, step out of an eye searing rip in reality before. Man they’re lives must be boring. But frankly? Danny can wait. It’s not HIS reality that’s gonna get messed up. He can take care of it if the wanna be Wah Babies. Good News or Bad News??? Pick one.
John sighed and punched the bridge of his nose. Fuck it.
John: Bad news please Your Majesty.
Danny: Cool. So I got a newly forming ghost. Some sort of world ending threat is happening in this area.
John: Good news?
Danny: I agreed to help So They don’t, ya know end themself through anxiety! Newly forming ghosts are fragile. So. You have another heavy hitter to help with the situation.
John: Right. If fucking course. So. This is Phantom. Ghost King. He was a hero in his original dimension. Good man, if a bit of an arsehole.
Batman: What details so you have?
Danny: Right. Minor team from Belarus? Ended up in deep space at these coordinates. The planet there is… Fucked. They got a lot of people out. But the team may be trapped. Also, eggs. He was worried about the hatchery.
John: You ok to portal is there?
Danny: Yup. But you’ll want. The things you need to survive another planet/deep space. Whatever those are for you guys.
See this? THIS is how John STILL manages to hook up with every powerful magical /Supernatural/ Or Interesting person that moves or breathes DESPITE his general Trainwreck-iness. He plays ball. Humors a man. Plays along with his Nonsense™. They IS a reason Danny liked him, you know.
That and the killer Sass and As-*various interrupting coughs*
Right. Man made him laugh, is the thing. Very Important. Was VERY attractive covered in the ashs of his enemies and oozing impossible, world rending power. Danny was a little seduced. It HAPPENS. There a support group and everything.
It’s not HIS fault John is Everyone’s ill Advised Ex. Where was he… oh yeah! That team! Knowing their names would help. The dead kinda… don’t KEEP them. Well they DO. But that’s a Secret and you don’t SAY that. Traumatic memories, you understand. So he can’t exactly get… well, EITHER of the Names out of his new baby friend. Super or general.
He gets blank looks from everyone but Batman.
He… was he too subtle? Batman is nodding. Apparently he was too subtle. Okay. He? Needs. Their? Naaaaaaames. Okay? To find them. Space? Big!
His use of cheerful hand gestures and exaggerated tone for extra punctuation does not seem to be appreciated. Tough cookies. He has a time table to vaguely stick too. Besides! Batman, Detective Chimpanzee, and Mr. Terrific got it. Plan ahead, guys. You’re embarrassing your colleagues!
……he might still be Salty about the “Nice to meet you!” Punch to the face.
Details.
Mikhail. Could make kenitic shields. The Golden Protecter from the Gaurdian Squad. His… his costume was pretty cheesy. But he looked proud. Happy, in life. Puffed up and smiling so hard it must hurt, clearly VERY excited to have an Offical League Photo. Batman was able to easily pull up the correct file from a brief description.
He reminds Danny of his dad.
Large and stronger then he let’s on. Braver then people notice. A well of emotions that drive them long past the point others would have broken apart. The sort of man with a booming laugh and easy hug. Who fill the room as soon as he enters. Who… who sucks the color from the world when he leaves it. Like a hole punched in the heavens, draining out everything that was good.
Danny wonders if Belarus had fudge.
But he has the faces and names he needs. The League have been trying to plan a rescue. Chatting and arguing. Not John, he knows better. But the rest of them. Sounds and movement washing over him from far away as that part of him that SCREAMS at the thought of losing his family, his world, hyperfocuses on that picture in front of him.
So… so much like his Dad.
His Dad is getting older.
He should get home. Check on him. NEEDS to check on him. Is he safe? Of course he’s safe. Mom’s there. But is SHE safe? Is he SURE? Yes. He was JUST there. But… what if somethings happened? No. Nothings happened. And he’s promised the baby. Focus, Danny. Breathe. Ride it out.
He needs to move. Distract himself. He nods to John and let’s himself fall back. A gentle dive, back through solid things and out into glorious void. The empty softness of nothingness and light.
By the Gods and Zone, does he love starlight.
It’s the exact opposite of the press of constant EVERYTHING that the Zone has. Ectoplasm forever in and against and around you. The Zone is Alive and Present. Screamingly so. Pressing and pressing, racing and churning, like war drums and laughter and shouting until you cannot breathe. Everything you can do now, that you could not do before.
Anything to remind yourself you still exsist. That you are not gone. That you Live even if you are not Alive. You are Here, Here, Here!!! That you did not give up. Did not let go. You exsist. You EXSIST! Every part of the Zone SCREAMS it.
Not Alive, yet larger then Life itself.
Space though? Is chaos and splendor in a completely different key. It sings in a whole different way. Black holes and gamma ray bursts, quasar and roaming stars, anti-matter and all the forces at play. It dances in his head. Sings it’s splendor and wonders to his core. The lights ENTRANCE. He can name hundreds of thousands of those stars now.
All in the native tounge in the Races that will be born under their light.
He let’s the cosmos calm him. Fill him with light. With joy and peace. He’s… he’s okay. Everything is okay. No matter the Reality, there exsist Stars. Space. He is an astronaut. Touching the heavens. Exploring the stars.
Everything is Okay.
Right, calmer. Danny’s good now. Thankfully, Tucker and his new Tech Ghosts squad (a terrifying group, second only to Sam’s new ghostly All Alien, All Tree People, Eco-Punk Girl Gang) finally made an Infini-Map App. It won’t TAKE you to your location. But it CAN find literally ANYTHING and ANYONE. He’s kinda glad they declared it “boring” and forgot about it. He starts to fly.
He swears they could dethrone him yesterday if they ever actually felt like it. But THAT would take away from their “nerding out and building” time, apparently. He’ll convince them eventually. Lazy b*stards. He KNOWS Xara is chronically curious! He can TOTALLY throw a game of cards or something.
He really doesn’t get why everyone’s all “No really, you are SUBSTANTIALLY stronger then us. We can’t win. Stop trying to pawn off the crown on us, you little sh*t, and just admit you’re King!” at him. Everybody’s really strong! Can do a LOT of really cool things! Are, you know, OLDER then him. Probably would be better at Ruling the Zone then a College Student.
He keeps flying. A few portals to chew up the distance. Startles a few Lanterns. It occurs to him he should probably give them a heads up too. He doubles back. Oh, HEY! One of them’s Shanxi’s boy! Hey, kiddo! Looks like your old man was right, you DO make a great Lantern, huh? Can’t wait to tell him! Anyway, invasion in… hold up, gotta look up how you guys break up the universe in sectors real quick…
*calls Shanxi. The very much dead Green Lantern. In front of his son.* *does NOT realize how Mindf×ck-y popping out of a Glowing Green Lantern Colored RIP IN REALITY to casually talk about and to the dead, looks. While glowing. Then just vanishing like it’s nbd*
Leaves the poor Lanterns to their Existential Crisis after he gives them the info.
Yeeeah~ Danny is Helping™. Shanxi was right. His son IS a Good Kid! Seemed nice! Few more jumps aaaand? There are the ships! Oof. And what’s left of the planet in the distance. It looks like something LITERALLY took a bite out off it. Or it’s melting. Small miracle the thing hasn’t exploded yet.
Good thing about being a Ghost though? At least here? If you fall back to neutral Ectoplasm… you glow Green Lantern Green. They think he’s a Lantern. The boarding dock is already opening for him.
Inside is chaos. Emotions slamming against his skin like the slap of a honey soaked rag. Grief. Pain. Confusion and ten thousand shades of loss. Emptiness as minds try to protect themselves. Anger as hearts try to shield from the pain.
Death. Waiting, for those who are still alive but no longer willing live. No longer capable of it. Sitting with them as a friend, as they finish their last work. Their last moments. As they linger. Not for themselves but for those who need them still. He’s not the only ghost on this ship.
The other ghosts are still living.
They’re some sort elegant mantis shaped race. But with more frilled “hair” and wearing ornate clothing. Probably beautiful when not covered in burns and ash. He’s met by a badly limping welcoming committee. The leader held up by what Danny can feel is likely their life partner. He doesn’t know enough about the race to make assumptions about gender or marital tradition so he’s gonna skip um, nows not the time to ask.
He listens as the leader speaks. Their Sire stayed behind to try and force back the invasion. They, the heir, were to lead the evacuation. Heros from Er-Th fought valiantly to aid their people, were badly hurt. One… The Great Shield…
The room fills with grief. Respect.
An entire generation would have been lost without without the bravery of the Golden Shield of Er-Th. Even long after all others had fallen. After his wounds had grown too severe to even stand. He protected the young ones. But… but they could not..
Please. Know they tried. But they had to choose. Protect the living or risk them all to retrieve his corpse. It is their sin. Not.. not their people’s. They made the call. They decided so.
It’s the second time Danny passes on Mikhails message. He doesn’t blame them. Will be overjoyed to know the hatchery is safe. It didn’t even occur to him to be angry at them. How could it? They were doing everything they could to keep everyone safe.
The heir’s legs give out with grief and relief. Their adviser has puffed up their frills, rage building, old enough to know that Green Lanterns do NOT have the ability to speak to the dead. What is he pulling here?
He is cut off. After all, there do not seem to be enough hands on deck. Nor anywhere NEAR enough resources. There are on the planet though. But that is too dangerous… for the living.
Convenient that the Zone and the Living World tend to stick so close to each other. Earthling’s dead near earth. Alien dead near there Alien worlds. The newly killed can’t help… but these people’s ancestors can. And it IS their planet too.
One rip in reality? And out comes the cavalry. Even more ethereal in death then they were in life. Pretty p*ssed too, from the hissing. Danny leaves the heir with a couple of their Ancestors for a brainstorming session. It’s… probably fine.
I mean this isn’t even the FIRST time he’s pulled the “Army of The Dead” thing.
The chances this comes back to bite him are… ANYWAY! How ‘bout them heros? Infirmary is this way you say? Excellent.
Not excellent, actually, they look chewed on. Big Ouch. But at least they’re conscious. Sup, my Belarusian friends. Mikhail says “Either save my friends or I’ll do it myself.” So! King of the Dead taxi service, one time trip to Earth! And yes I’ve already warned the League like he wan-….. And I made them cry.
Right. “Newly dead Team-mate is upsetting.” Woooould it help if I told you he’s become a ghost? No? No, crying harder now. Everyone upset. Huh. Jazz is right. I’m bad at this…
Hold that Thought!
*dials Jazz*
Okay! So, first, you gotta promise not to be upset at me…
Danny. Our bby boy. MINDING HIS BUSINESS. Maybe visiting one of his buddies in the Realms after he graduates. When he just?? Get full on tackled from the sky.
And like?
Huh.
THIS hasn’t happened in a bit. Not since he’s become king. Legit, no one dares. He’s honestly kinda missed it. Alright, square up… Mr. Uuuuuh…. Who are you?
And it’s this barely formed New Ghost. Still in that glitch-y goopy blob phase and everything. Is Baby. Why… why does this infant Want To Fight God? I mean. He Respects It™, no lie, but? Not exactly usual for him?
And it turns out? This dude is some rando hero. He basicly JUST died. By all rights SHOULD be resting and gathering his strength to Form Right. But he’s so worried for his team mates and everyone else he CAN’T. Recognized a fellow Hero’s Costume even at a distance.
Please. PLEASE! You have to help him! We have to WARN everybody!
And Danny is just? Oh no. This Actual Infant Baby is gonna Anxiety himself to Actual Second Death at this rate. Yes! Sure! Just CALM DOWN! Anything you need buddy! BREATHE.
And this dude? Who died? Is legit a minor player who got WAY too deep but refused to abandoned People In Need™. It happens. It HURTS. But he saved a LOT of lives before he went down. Him and his team were just some Minor Heros from Belarus. How they ended up in deep space? Even THEY couldn’t tell you.
They couldn’t even bring him home.
He forgives them.
He could NEVER blame his friends. Not for this. The planet is in danger. Some… some THING. An invasion. The League has to be made aware. He DIED helping a planet try to evacuate all that they could. He… at least he…
He can’t remember if the Eggs got out. They… they’re like babies. A whole room full of toddlers who couldn’t run. They had to de-connect from the main building to lift it out. He can’t… can’t…
He saved them… right? Held on.. long enough? Why can’t he.. he…
Danny has to make him focus be for the kid spirals. Don’t think of your last moments. Purpose. You NEED to do something right now, right?
Right! The League! We gotta warn them! And… okay. Danny can totally do that. (What LEAGUE??!) He DEFINITELY knows who you are talking about and will tell them Right Away. YOU however are gonna rest up.
So he leaves the kiddo with Lunch Lady. Mother and Frightening Matriarch Extraordinaire. Lunch Box promises to SIT on him if he tries to sneak off. Good kid. Now eat your soup before you BECOME soup.
Time to bully the eyeballs. Whoms’t the F*ck is this “league”? And where does he find it? Talk. He has sand and he’s not afraid to use it. Don’t MAKE him get out the pepper grinder! Yeah. That’s what he THOUGHT.
After much, prolonged and unnecessary, whining and dramatic threatening… he gets a printed out map. Cheapskates even used flimsy paper. He gets there. Jaunt is even kinda nice. He says hi to a few folks he hasn’t seen in a while.
Opens a portal.
Steps out.
Gets punched in the face. RUDE! He punches the flying blue man back. Dents their wall. Not even a LITTLE sorry about that now! See if HE does you a favor aga-… is that his Ex? John?
John! Constantine you B@STARD. YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS. *Ten different hands slap a twenty on the table at his feet, including Constantine. Who is refusing to look at anybody.* Well, okay then. Debt payed. Gonna buy himself a shake or something, after this.
ANYWAY~ Good News Or Bad News?
He is met with silence. It’s like they’ve never seen an ethereal, giant, glowing man with a suit that looks like a cut out of the night sky, step out of an eye searing rip in reality before. Man they’re lives must be boring. But frankly? Danny can wait. It’s not HIS reality that’s gonna get messed up. He can take care of it if the wanna be Wah Babies. Good News or Bad News??? Pick one.
Batman swore internally, from the outside he stoically sat in his chair and did nothing to indicate the absolute chaos that was going on in his mind. The Meeting rooms light flickered and the speakers once more started up loudly blaring a song all over the Watchtower. He was pretty sure one of his sons had told him once that playing that song was a meme.
“Someone do something about that kid! He is Rickrolling us!” Green Lantern screamed above the music.
“Constantine is already trying to do something.” Superman’s hands covering his sensitive ears as the music must sound to him even louder.
Batman very much only looped one thought in his head. -It’s only for world ending purpose, I cannot use it right now.-
He had a responsibility to uphold, he was the patriarch of the earth branch family. This was not something that required him to use that. No he would not use it. He refused. This was not a world ending matter. Surely Constantine or anyone else of the Justice League Dark would solve this problem any second now.
The screens flicker and Batman did anything he could in his mind to not let his eye twitch even if no one would be able to see it. Cat videos were playing where second earlier statistics and observatory programs had been running.
No he would not, they could handle this problem no need to involve family.
The music stopped and some of his hero colleagues let out a relieved sigh only for a familiar laugh to echo through the watchtower and a new song starting to play. One that apparently counts all 100 dumb ways to die.
I STEPPED OUTSIDE OF THE FRONT DOOR OF MY OWN HOME ONLY TO FIND THE DEER THAT TRIED TO KICK MY ASS LAST YEAR STANDING RIGHT THERE IN MY FRONT YARD. BOLD AS BRASS.
AM I NOT SAFE ANYWHERE ANYMORE
for those of you who were not here last year: this deer is the most obnoxious, unnatural red-orange color I’ve ever seen, only appears when it’s raining, and once chased me a quarter mile through the woods. her name is Hot Cheeto Hatred and she is my nemesis
