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Vlad knew three things about Bruce Wayne; he was a playboy, a philanthropist and loved kids. Oh and he was utterly ditzy, kind but dumb. As his kids would say a “himbo”. Vlad relaxed as he scuttled about the kitchen and platted them both up some lasagna.
He briefly wondered where Red, Jack he should get use to calling him Jack, had gone as he walked into the living room and saw the Wayne stare at the television. He had been in the middle of his latest k-drama when the door rang. The drunk looked inthralled with the show, turning to Vlad with a dopey smile. Vlad past him the plate of food before explaining where they were in the plot.
A part of him felt his scars itch as if to remind him of his mistakes. Don’t trust humans, don’t get too close. But as hard as it was to admit, he was lonely and even if they had hurt him he missed them.
Vlad wrapped his robe around him tight.
This was fine, Bruce Wayne was harmless anyways.
—- —- —-
Jack will admit to this not being his best idea, but the blob ghost had informed him that Violet was sick. Nothing major but … still. Jack wanted no needed to help.
He helped the family move in, using his speed as discreetly as possible. He hid in the kitchen and tested the Masters neighbors cookies for poison. There wasn’t any. He went to help but Violet wasn’t there.
But now he could help, there were vampires in Gotham. If he followed the direction to Bludhaven right he should come across a patch of flowers. A fever reducing potion should be easy to make from there.
There were vampires in Gotham so Jack really couldn’t be blamed for assuming he’d never run into a were wolf here.
- Aqualad patrolled Bludhaven as he waited for Nightwing, they had a case to work on. Nightwing is late but that isn’t anything new. He’s texting the acrobat about it when he spots her. It’s hard not to look, especially in a place a dreary as Bludhaven.
She has fine red hair cascading down her back. Her outfit is entirely pink. Like really pink, right down to the platform shoes. The mysterious girl is deathly pale clutching a bedazzled phone for dear life. It’s almost as if she is looking for something. Kaldur feels bad chances are she’s lost. The Atlantian turns around and heads off to meet the Nightwing anyway.
—- —- —-
Boston left Zatanna and John to their bickering, he already knew where they would go to get information. A seedy pub, or illegal trading ring maybe they’d even go some fancy library but Boston knew where the real action was at.
He flew off to Fawcett City.
The door chimed as he walked into the store, the door reading “Mystic Hannas Hair Salon: We’ll change your look like Magic!” Ah it was good to be home.
—- —- —-
Harley is delivering Ivys latest stash of drugs to Penguin when she feels a shadow come from an alley. Which can’t be right. The bats know better than to get that close to a target. She bends down to scratch her new pets ear. (Pan had been getting creative lately.) Taking advantage of her spot on the ground she looked at the alley until something came out. Oh a girl. A girl with violet eyes… fuck what was a meta kid doing out here by herself? Looking closer she was covered in something too. Gross.
Violet stared at the blond woman from across the street. She had a cute little celery dog, it reminded the demon of Auntie Sam. It oozed the magic of the green, so that was probably a good sign right?
“Hey what are you waiting for an invitation get over here!”
Violet smiled, it would seem that she had passed whatever this lady’s test was. She had been stared at and not found lacking, that was a first. It felt nice.
Harley could not believe someone would just let their meta kid run around Gotham. Especially near the Ice Berge Lounge. Her little celery dog seemed to like her tho tugging on their leash to get closer, wagging its tail in glee as the girl trotted across the street like a new born foal. And that was concerning, a good sign that celery dog liked her, she was actually coming over here? Just because she’d asked? What the fuck? Did the kid want to get murdered? Because that’s how you get murdered in Gotham!
Harley squared her shoulders and opened the door to the empty pub, “Come on in, let me charge my phone so you can call someone to pick you up okay?” God Harley hoped she wasn’t a runaway. Well then looks like it was up to Auntie Harley to teach the new kid the rules of Gotham, it could be her good deed of the year she thought.
Celery Dog rubbed itself against the girls legs, “Well hello little one, aren’t you just marvelous.” Her voice was small and quiet. Celery Dog sprouted little flowers at the compliment, which wtf? Did celery even come from flowers? She was so going to have to tell Pammy about this. This kid was interesting.
—- —- —-
Dandelion “Dandy” Masters was pissed. What was meant to be a short trip to pick up his sister was slowly but surely becoming a disaster. They missed several turns, blew two tires, somehow ran out of gas and now, now they were lost!
Charles got out of the car and held his cellphone out looking for bars, “Oh snickerdoodles I got like no reception.”
Dandy sighed, “Hand me your mirror.” None of the clones, aside from Alcor, had shown any affinity for magic. Dandy hated using mirror phones the most, he considered it a waste of magic crystals.
Charles leaned over his brothers shoulder, “Dandy… why the fuck are we in Rhode Island?”
Dandelion zoomed out into the distance of the mirror, “Welcome to Happy Harbor”, he wasn’t entirely sure how but he knew this was all Klarions fault.
—- —- —-
Bruce sat him self on the man’s couch being served his own butlers pasta on a paper plate.
Paper plates, plastic forks, no cameras.
He scans the room as the TV plays a sappy romance show.
Pictures, pillows, art projects litter the area.
Vlad rewinds the show to read the subtitles, again. “The subtitles are wrong, what he actually said was ‘I won’t leave you’.”
The man’s eyes positively lit up at him, “You know Korean!”
“Yes I know multiple languages actually.”
Something about the way he said it must have come out wrong because shorter man shuffles back from him.
“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, I’m just really tired of that being so surprising to people.” And it wasn’t a lie exactly he knew how important his Brucie person was but sometimes…
“Oh. Does that happen a lot?”
“Does it matter?”
Vlad shuffled away from him again. Bruce feels like an idiot.
“It does, did did that happen today? Butter biscuits is that why you came over drunk?”
Drunk ? He wasn’t, oh right. Bruce Wayne is a notorious party animal. A notorious party animal that just invited himself in to the man’s home. A man that is three inches shorter than him and probably weighs a hundred pounds less. Bruce feels like an absolute asshole.
Think! Bruce think! Say something!
“So tell me about your kids?”
Vlad’s responding smile takes the weight off the bats shoulders.
—- —- —-
Aqualad and Kightwing are investigating a potential Vampire Fog death when they hear a howl. The heroes looked at each other, wolves aren’t native to the area?
They are outside of the building as quick as possible immediately spotting a blur of pink. Dick almost assumed it had to be a speedster before it stopped suddenly. Her eyes connected to Aqualads, arm scratched bleeding red pupils blown wide. Kaldur saw their fangs last, bracing himself as the creature rushed forward!!
… and hid behind him, “Sanctuary! Please sanctuary!” A not so girlish voice rang out at the same time a mammoth creature of hair and claws rounded the corner braking the edge of the building.
Jack closed his eyes, he knew the stories of the King of Atlantis. That he deeply cared for all his subjects, if any of them got hurt on land there would be hell to pay. On top of that all Atlantians were warriors, Jack was a home maker.
Jack wanted to see Violet again more than he cared to keep his pride. He kneeled behind the dark skinned, handsome ocean native and plead.
“Please Atlantian help me.”
Notes
In this Vlad is 6’ and 170lbs
Batman is 6’ 4 and 250 (internet said 210 I looked my self in the mirror and laughed so 🤷♀️ 259 it is)
Violet = Konstelacio
Red = Jack, yes he is a vampire.
Jack is a tall boy, he dresses very Kawaii and loves to cook and clean and take care of people. He can make potions and tinkers in mechanics.
Aqualad doesn’t mean to misgender Jack- to be fair he is wearing a dress. 🤷
Warning: depictions of war, meat eating and throwing up
Konstelacio tries to leave the Watchtower as soon as she entered it. She tried. Two hours later she leaves and erases the summoning circle behind her. She hopes they never call her again as she teleports home.
She has enough energy to teleport it’s fine.
She lands on her ass and stares at the pink carpet. Ugh. Everything in her corner of the house was too fucking bright right now.
“Hello!!! I’m back!!!! … Guys? … Dad?”
Throb. throb. throb.
Bile burned its way up her throat.
Was this it ? Did they leave me? Did Uncle Dan tell them how she’d managed to fuck up without even trying?
“Bbblluubbb???”
Oh a blob ghost.
Right a blob ghost, “Hahaah I’m an idiot of course daddy wouldn’t leave me.” They wouldn’t leave me. At least not Dad and that was enough. It had to be enough.
“Bbbllubbb. Bbb. B. Blurrrb.”
“Haha right! Thanks for sending me the message! Tell dad I love him and can’t wait to see him! And Billy if Billy’s back by now make sure to give him a big soggy hug for me okay!”
“Bbblubb!!” The little slimy looking ball swished its head to hers in what was most likely meant to be a love tap but ended up little more that the creature splaying itself entirely onto her forehead. It left, Violet felt lonely.
Lonely and dumb. How could she forget her family was moving into their new house today?
It explained where everyone was, the empty fridge and missing items. Right, Dad needed this move. He needed, well Violet wasn’t sure what he needed exactly but Dandy said he did. And Violet trusted Dandy. She trusted him with this at least. It was enough.
She smelled something rotting in her nose.
It was enough.
It was enough.
It was enough.
She walked back to her room and looked around. Nobody had packed her things. Her throat burned. She’d fill a bag tomorrow and figure it out.
She laid down in her bed in her room of her dads house.
// “This is mine? Really mine? It’s too pretty. What if I break it?”
“It’s yours, it’s okay. If it breaks I’ll buy you a new one baby I am rich remember?”
“This room is mine too?”
“Yes of course.”
“What it I break it to? What if I break it on purpose.”
“I’m giving it to you, no strings attached. If breaking everything in your room makes you happy then do it. I won’t be mad, because it’s yours okay?”
“Are you mine too then, Dad? You’re mine?”
“Yes”
“What if I break you to?”
“I’ll heal.” //
Konstelacio’s breathing slowed, eyes drooping. It was more than she had ever had before. I was more than she deserved. She smiled cuddled up to her mountain of stuffed animals. It was enough.
—- —- —-
Konner, Conner, Kon-El, Superboy, clone, Kon, clone, Konny, clone, clone boy, it.
So yeah Konner got it. Kon (ha!) stelacio had a write to be upset at Constantine for calling her something she didn’t like. She had apparently asked him not to and he had. Apart of Conner hoped Constantine got cursed. That guy was an asshole.
He gets the snapping defeat of her name, the anger. Conner knew anger well. Something about her made his insides twist. Something in her voice screaming, help me help me something is wrong. He shakes his head and decides to tell Black Canary about it at therapy.
It took a lot of time, and a lot of therapy for Conner to feel okay with himself. With his looks, his voice. Being a clone left him with a lot of self doubt about everything. Where did Superman end and Conner start?
Superboy thought back on the bargaining the league had done over the cure for Vampires Fog and couldn’t help but laugh. Well it was nice to know he at least had a soul in which to barter with now.
Conner gave himself a once over in the mirror before floating out the door. Time for a date with Tim.
—- —- —-
// War was surprisingly boring. When not fighting for their lives all war mounted up to was waiting. Waiting for the next battle, waiting for a chance to wash your bloody clothes, waiting for new orders, waiting for food, waiting for resources, waiting, waiting, waiting. War was boring.
General Dan was angry today. They didn’t have food … again. Violet wasn’t allowed to go hunting and Klarion had decided to stay with her. The mix species battalion had decimated the surrounding area for food a week ago.
Klarion was use to emotional hunger, the physical ache in his stomach rendering the talkative sprite speechless.
Billy was use to physical hunger just fine, telling them stories of Faucet cities kind people with a smile but something about the lack of food had begun to make him twitchy.
Violet was use to both kinds of hunger, so it didn’t matter.
“Billy’s back!!! Violet get up! Look he brought food!”
“There you guys are! Here eat up!”
The trio sat down near their tent. It’s natural for demons to eat meet uncooked, Violet had told Billy multiple times. She didn’t want to be a bother. Half the meat was burnt, no bones and definitely no blood.
Violet ate three bowls anyway. The meat was vividly red enough to play off as blood. It was chewy and sweet and charred in a way the stuck to the back of her throat. It smelled weird and familiar. Then again all burning flesh smelled familiar.Pieces of it kept getting stuck in the back of her throat. Meat wasn’t usually sweet like this. It was juicy, the demons mouth watered as she wondered.
How did they get this? She almost couldn’t believe they had found more game in the woods. It was sweet, Violet knew a type of sweet meat. Sweet blood. Were…. Were they eating a vampire?
Klarion finish off one before looking out into the forest and grimacing.
“Billy Billy you need to eat to!!! You’re a human you need to eat.”
“Of course Vi I am don’t worry. It’s delicious! Some of my best cooking yet. Mmm yum it’s great.”
Right they couldn’t be eating a vampire, humans can’t do that. Whatever Klarion was probably couldn’t eat vampires ether.
Klarion followed Billy’s lead “Yumming and oooing” until the little demonling finished off two more bowls.
Billy stood up to wash the bowls. The air shifted allowing the girl to get a good wiff of the blood on humans pants.
“Horse blood? Are the horses okay? What happened?”
The trio had grown close to their steeds, gifts of their political party, riding them gave the kids an illusion of freedom. Combing, feeding and playing with them had helped the days go faster.
Violet got up and began to look - really look around the campsite. “Billy? Billy? Where’s Fireball? You took him with you hunting right were is he?”
A look crossed both of the boys faces, Klarion downed his tea like it was alcohol. Maybe it was.
“General Dan is bringing the horses back in few hours Vi Vi don’t worry about it.”
True to his word, General brought the horses back and Violet understood were all of the bones must have went.
Everything tasted like ash until the war was over.//
Violet woke up puking.
She wanted her dad, her dad was in Gotham.
She teleported.