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This is horrible, but here you go. Part 4 with Bruce's POV and more misunderstandings. I'll be updating on AO3 exclusively after this part, so catch it there!
Batman’s fingers were steepled, his face a mask of grim tenacity.
He looked through the files again, wanting them to miraculously change their contents. The force of his glare bought nothing about except a wide berth of where he was sitting in the cafeteria of the Watchtower.
There was barely any information on the two that had come through a green portal, toxic and swirling like Lazarus Waters.
One had looked like a stereotypical genie, and she was the one that he had been called to handle at first. She’d caused havoc, appearing anywhere and everywhere in multiple cities in America, granting wishes that bred disorder. The second was a boy, a young man of indiscriminate age. He looked to be between 14 and 17, and Bruce’s attempts to pinpoint his age only hit him with blinding headaches.
Magic. How he hated it. But there was nothing to be done for now, except to grab a member of Justice Dark who was able to figure out what was going on. There was no-one on call at the moment, and so after sending a message to anyone who’d be able to come up, he decided to at least talk to the boy, considering that he’d chased the genie back to wherever they’d come from, to figure out who they were.
He wasn’t satisfied. The answers that the boy gave them were brief and curt; only giving the bare essentials and refusing to give anymore.
Who was she? A rogue of his.
What was she? A ghost.
Will she be back? Perhaps.
Where did you both come from? The Zone.
What species are you? Ghosts.
How did you get here? Through a portal.
Are you dangerous? He gave a smile here, mischievous but with an edge of danger underneath.
“Wasn’t everyone?” he replied.
Bruce was determined to get more answers out of the unknown, but at the moment Constantine had come in, drunk and looking like he had been dragged through a bush backwards. One look at the unknown and he paled, grabbing Bruce and speed walking – practically running – to another room.
What? It was starting to unnerve him now, the fact that a single boy was able to unsettle John Constantine, someone who was able to get into Hell without flinching.
“What are you doing?” Constantine hissed at him, fear and anger widening his eyes. He paced back and forth in the room that they found themselves in, his hands grabbing his hair. “That’s the High King of the INFINITE REALMS!”
“What does that mean?” he asked, adding this information to the profile he was building up of the ghost.
“He’s King of all of the dead! Anyone who’s ever died, who will die goes into the Realms, and he’s in charge of all of them.” He sighs then, nervous energy leaving him and slumps down into a chair. “Fuck. Fuck. Alright. You need a crash course in Realms Beings.”
Despite the fact that magic – and how he hated it – was involved, Bruce was able to assimilate the information that had been given to him. He’s given a brief history of the Infinite Realms – and wasn’t that a shock, a dimension that was literally infinite and connected to every one – and the major players of the place.
And then he got into recent history. There wasn’t a hierarchy; instead Monarchy seemed to be passed through combat. And this boy had been able to fight one of the biggest tyrants of Realms history, and had beaten him.
How powerful was he?
“About two decades ago, something happened to him. He was – harsher? He wasn’t as kind as he was, and he decided to take his rule seriously. He was fair – but his reputation tanked because his soulmate died, and he couldn’t feel emotions as strongly.” He takes out a cigarette, and before Bruce can do anything except give him a disapproving look, he lights it, taking a deep drag. “That’s bad for Realms Beings – they’re literally built on emotions, so he was named as something like a persecutor because he was stricter.”
He pauses then, eyes unfocused as he looked at something. “But when I saw him, he looked settled? Like he found something that he was missing.” He shrugs then, dismissing it, and looks at Bruce.
“I’m telling you Bats, you don’t want to piss him off.” He gets up stretching, and puts out his cigarette. “Now I’m going to have to be the one to apologise.”
He walks out the room, hands shoved in the pockets of his trench coat, and leaves Bruce to his thoughts.
A boy who’d died too young, and had been a hero based on his comment of ‘his rogue’. He’d perhaps had been forced to fight the tyrant of an entire realm – perhaps not, and had volunteered to do so. Was powerful, and knew it too, seen when he dodged the question of whether he was dangerous or not. Someone who was able to traverse through portals – and were they made through the entire species or were they naturally occurring? A boy who had lost his soulmate – was that a literal soulmate? – and so couldn’t feel emotions besides being ‘fair’. Had perhaps reunited with him, based on Constantine’s observation of being ‘settled’.
He still didn’t have as many answers as he wanted, but he had the bare minimum. He still had so many questions he wanted answered.
He walks back into the room, and sees the rest of his team in the room with the boy king. He counts them – Nightwing, Spoiler, Black Bat. He doesn’t see Red Robin or Robin, so he looks across the room to see them talking to the boy. He tenses for a second, before he relaxes at seeing them unthreatened. The boy is floating, looking relaxed, but with an expression of sadness. Damian has his wrist in his grip, talking softly to him.
He pauses. Damian – talking softly?
He looks at Tim and his heart rate ticks up at seeing him looking shocked. Shocked. What had happened for Tim to drop his mask?
He looks at the other two, and his pulse quickens as he sees them looking besotted with each other. What?
But his mind is making connections too quickly for him to acknowledge, despite the stiff appearance he’s exhibiting.
Soulmate. Damian’s shift in nature. Tim’s shocked face. He looks at the others, and sees that they look tense as they watch the three.
He came to a conclusion, but refuses to acknowledge it. No, not his youngest.
He could not be the soulmate of someone he’d just met. He could not be the soulmate of a King of an entire dimension.
He’d seen what had happened to people who had fallen in love too soon in this business. He refused to let it happen to his youngest. Not to his 16 year old.
He catches Tim’s eye from across the room and his heart drops at what he sees written in his face.
Shit.
Dcxdp #22
Danny's human half dying as collateral during a fight. That human half goes into reincarnation and is reborn as Damian Wayne. He isn't born with all of his memories but he definitely feels that something is wrong. they would get their Memories Back at about 8 and have a horrible time dealing with being an assassin. Danny would try to stick to the personality they already had before but there's definitely slip-ups of them being like yeah this is wrong and Talia thinks they take after their father because of it.
The first thing Danny does when they're not being monitored by their mom or the bat family is to look for Phantom. Phantom to have run away to the ghost Zone and has built a reputation as a merciless ruler. He's a good ruler and he's not a tyrant but he doesn't have the reputation of kindness. Damien as the moral compass of the duo is really funny to me.
There's a situation later that involves ghosts which is where Danny/Damian and Phantom meet again. I want there to be a very big misunderstanding that heroes think Phantom is obsessed with Damien but in reality they are literally other halves of a soul. Phantom keeps doing and saying things that no one else would get away with around Damien. Phantom would be saying things like making fun of his height or giving him nicknames but as far as anyone else sees Davian doesn't even flinch.
Danny/Damian and Phantom have lived Separate Lives for a while so they don't automatically fuse into one person. I think they would fuse for a few hours just to feel themselves be one Soul again but they have Separate Lives so they can't stay that way. The bat family is very concerned with Damien continuing to talk to the obsessive ghost that keeps possessing his body.
Genderbent dandy world toons part 4
So part 4 this is the finish line… maybe
I’m not sure if I’m gonna do the Easter toons and draw them as they were released yesterday, it isn’t a no I’m just not used to there style and need a bit to adjust.
So during the last few the last 2 was ment to be coal and pebble because I didn’t know how to tackle the dogs because they both was in the middle so it was hard to do them. But as I was up to pebble Yatta was relsied and I didn’t plan to do her but in the end I did.
I made Yatta have a mowhark as it felt fitting with her horns and change the pink to a red to give a more masculine feel to the genderbent of yatta. One of her poses are related to shadows back shot poses from the official game, art, Media, ect
Pebble has 3 styles which one was suggest from @idiotsmart-cozy-cottage / @idiotsmart1 which was the white one while @qibsichan and most other sever memebers preferred the tan one.
Yatta was still new to me so it was hard to get her design down
Agsin here’s a link to part 3 which has a link to part 2 which has a link to part 1
Special thanks to smartest and dumbest person@idiotsmart1 / @idiotsmart-cozy-cottage, my best mate @qibsichan, the most chaotic person I know @bazyboo13, and others who attend the live event on the sever
To be continued?
One of my favorite characters in part 4
The Beginning part 4
Kaaru and the boy are walking through the desert, their car broken down and their destination 15 miles away.
“Where are we going Mcada?” He asks and she hums.
“Well, We’re tryin ta get to Arazonia, which is 15 miles north. Across this desert unfortunately.” She says and he cringes.
“Can I hear more of the story as we walk?” He asks and she smiles a bit.
“Sure thing Jesse.” She says.
~storytime~
Mccree and Hanzo stare at the girl in front of them. They can’t believe their ears! There was no possible way she was one, telling the truth, and two, even possible if it was true.
“I don’t hear any questions.” She says, looking expectantly at them.
“How?” They ask in sync and she nods.
“Okay, not the best question I’ve been asked by the two of you from any point in time but whatever.” She shrugs. “I have a similar ability to Lena’s blinking. But instead of just going back a few moments, I can go back entire years. I collect intel but because I’m currently grounded by you in 2093 I’m technically supposed to use any of my abilities.” She says as Toby grabs her holo-album.
“Why should we believe you?” Hanzo asks as Mccree tries to process he’ll have a daughter in the future.
“Alright alright, better questions already.” She nods as she opens the album and swipes through photos before bringing up one of Mccree and Hanzo with a little girl in a kiddy pool in the backyard of a little house on the treeline. “This was when I was 4. Genji took the picture.” She says.
“Pictures can be faked.” Hanzo huffed.
“Fair point. Hold on. I have something that might help.” She says, digging into her pocket.
“What are you doing?” Hanzo frowns at her.
“Looking for a note you gave me.” She says.
“What good will a note do you?” Mccree asks.
“It has a bunch of your secrets listed on it.” She says and Hanzo rolls his eyes, taking a drink of his coffee.
It takes her a little while but she finds it and Mccree looks at Hanzo worriedly. He simply rolls his eyes again.
“Mccree can’t dance without stepping all over his partners feet.” She says, making him flush.
“Only Reaper knows that. And he can be bribed.” He says looking away.
“Hanzo can’t swim.” She says and Hanzo chokes on his coffee.
“Y-You could have found that out from Genji.” He says insistently.
“Mccree is a Narcolept. Hanzo an Insomniac.” She says, not looking at the note. "I know that one from experience." She says as Mccree looks at Hanzo, starting to believe her.
"Everyone knows that." Hanzo insists.
"Fine, I'll tell you something you don't even know yet. You're wedding is tomorrow because Mccree is going on a 2 month mission to Siberia to track down talon agents left in that part of the world. And he already knows." She says and Mccree looks at her shocked.
"Only Morrison knows that." He says and Hanzo looks at him.
"Why were you keeping that from me? You promised to be honest with me at the beginning of our relationship." Hanzo hisses.
"He planned to tell you tonight but I beat him to it." She shrugs, suddenly sipping from a tea cup.
"Darlin I didn't know what ta do. I was just tryna figure out the right words ta explain myself." Mccree says, pleading with the fire in Hanzo's eyes.
Hanzo looks to the girl with a deep scowl. She knows it well as the teacup disappears and toby barks at him.
"Why are you here?" He insists from her.
"I'm here to write a report on my birth." She says simply, causing them to go into shock again.
~reality~
Jesse looks at Mcada skeptically.
"Time travel? Now that's impossible." He says, causing her to laugh.
"Maybe right now but this story is based in the future." She says as they stop at a little tree to sit under until dark.
"Then how do you know it?" He asks.
"That's another long story entirely." She laughs. "Go ahead and sleep some kid, we're walking all night." She says and he nods, leaning on the tree.
"Goodnight Mcada." He mumbles and she smiles a bit.
"Night, Jesse." She says softly, keeping watch.
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