#he is going to put the blame on Constantine

[gatorbites-imagines]

Yo! Been following your blog for god knows how many years now. But I wanted to know.

If you could write a Constantine x Magic user Batfamily reader, where the reader is the top in the relationship?

I know Bruce is gonna be like "...Oh god one of my sons is dating Constantine".

And the reader is around Constantine's age, so he is unofficially Bruce's adoptive son despite the reader being as old as Constantine. Which is very funny to me.

John Constantine x Bat male reader 

Headcanons 

Bruce and Constantine are around the same age, which is really funny to me. Cuz imagine Bruce sees this man, the same age as himself, and immediately goes “hm, yes. My son”. 

Reader is just along for the ride, cuz why not.  

I feel you have known Constantine longer than you have known Bruce, with the both of you being magic users and involved in that area of the world. 

But you being a Gothamite also means you have known the bat for a long time, and you were his go-to magic support back when he first started out.  

You two first became close when a whole portal to hell was opened by cultists, and you almost lost your life closing it, and saving Bruces life in the meantime. This made the poor guy grow attached, like a barnacle. 

You blame his mother-henning on his trauma, and you just go along with it, cuz he also finances all your whims and woes. 

You assumed his hovering would let up when Bruce starts picking up other kids, and sure, his attention is on them a lot, but Bruce does sniff you out semi-regularly to check on you. 

Ends up with you having a lot of younger “siblings” and it becomes a running joke in the batclan. All the younger ones always jokingly call you Bruces oldest, and correct people when they assume you are their uncle. 

Bruce somehow bat-tags you up like everyone else, somehow even finds a way to track you through the infernal realms, it's really impressive for someone who doesn't do magic. 

It takes a while for you and John to start actually dating. For a good while you guys were just FWBs, scratching each other's backs and itches when the need was there. 

Then you both grow older, experience a lot of things together, and accept that you two are in love, to a mad degree. 

When you guys become official, you two start going at it like rabbits, it is embarrassing really. You two act like you've never had the chance to be together before, and John has never been left so jelly legged as he finds himself after this. 

You move out of Gotham to move in with John, since you guys have finally settled in together. This doesn't keep Bruce from keeping an eye on you though, since you always find yourself in some kind of magic trouble. 

It takes a good while for anyone in the batfam to realize you are in a relationship. 

Over the years you've had a lot of things and non-serious relationships. It kinda runs in the family, and runs in the area of being a magic user, so they're all way too interested. 

You don't spend a lot of time in Gotham at this point, but you do come home for family dinners when Alfred invites you. You are still convinced all these years later, that Alfred is magic. 

When they hear you are coming for dinner, you get spammed in the family groupchat by your “siblings” to bring your lover so they can meet. 

All their theories on who your lover is entertain you and John a lot. Dick even puts a guess on Deadman, somebody else jokingly mentions Brother Blood. 

Cas is the only one to get it right, because it's pretty obvious if you know what you are looking for. It's pretty easy to clock when you start wearing the same amulets as Constantine, and you start carrying cigarettes in your pockets even when you don't smoke. 

John doesn't really dress up for the occasion, cuz he knows everyone there already. You do get him to shave though, and to put on a coat that doesn't smell so much like sulfur. 

You also have to flick on some illusion magic to hide all the hickeys on his throat, and the limp when he walks.  

The dinner goes as normal, as normal as a dinner with the batfam can be, especially when you sprinkle John Constantine in.  

Bruce can't even really grill him, or give him the talk, because they've known each other for a long time, and they all know how you guys met and have worked together. 

It's clear Bruce isn't too pleased though, as he's doing the bat-furrow(tm) of his brow, but he does that with most of his kids partners. He never says anything about it though, as you guys call him out on his many questionable partners. 

You still point out Khoa and Talia on the regular, whenever Bruce starts getting a little too protective of his kids, the younger ones, at least. 

Alls good and well, until John makes some comment about being sore and you wrecking his world better than any incubus he's ever met. You just keep eating with a shrug, as some of the others snicker, and others sigh. 

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 7 - "Do you recognise this?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

"So, who did it?" Bruce asked, eyes narrowed at the children before him. Clark was next to him trying once more to persuade Bruce that it was unnecessary to go after the kids like this.

The 'kids' in question were the assembly of three of his children, Clark's child and clone and a couple of their respected friends.

"Father, I do not know what you are talking about." Damian piped up offended and crossed his arms. Next to him Jon scratched the back of his head in mild confusion and Dani despite not knowing what was going on but still glaring in defiance at Bruce.

"If this is about our prank war it was definitely not necessary to interrogate our friends too." Tim added looking every bit like he would be somewhere else than here. Kon and Bart were with him. Kon looked rather unsure while Bart had gone and gotten himself popcorn for whatever was going to happen.

"Look old man, how was I supposed to know Replacement would trigger the glitter bomb inside the Batmobile. I already cleaned that up!" Jason put in his two cents, Roy eyeing the other with a raised eyebrow.

Bruce stared at them quietly, not saying a word as Clark continued to fuss next to him to not make it a big deal and that a deep clean would surely fix everything.

"It's not your prank war I am talking about. Alfred will deal with you about the chaos you caused." The three respected batkids swallowed audibly while their friends chuckled. "No, what I am asking is which one of you decided it was a good idea to dye Clark's hero suit and my cape pink."

"Wait, someone actually did that to Dad?!" Jon piped up wide eyed as Dani broke out laughing causing Damian to eye the ghost girl with narrowed eyes and suspicion.

"Who would…" Tim started but didn't finish as his mind came up with possible suspects. Kon on Bart next to him went onto their phones, trying to search up pictures of Superman in a pink hero suit.

Jason and Roy broke out laughing too, voicing their respect to whoever managed to do that.

Bruce's eye twitch at the children's reaction. He then proceeded to pull out an opened can of pink dye and placed it on the table in perfect view of everyone. "Do you recognise this? Jason? Tim?"

"WHY ME?!" They both cried out in protest and Bruce narrowed his eyes on the two. "Jason, your last prank on Tim involved a glitter bomb with pink dye, the Batmobile's seats are still strained pink. Tim, you dyed Damian's shirts pink a couple days ago at the beginning of your prank war."

"So it was you Drake! You are going to pay for this!"

"And I will do it again if you ever touch my laptop again, Demon Brat!"

"How does that even prove that one of us did it!"

"It doesn't!"

"Do you think there might be someone else that fell victim to the pink dye in the JL?"

"Maybe?"

"Why would someone even go after Clark? He has nothing to do with our prank war."

"Jason, my friend. You are indirectly admitting that you would dye Batman's cape pink."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose as the children before him (he ignored that at least two of them were over 20, they were children period) started to argue among themselves while Damian's newest friend the Daughter of Phantom, who recently joined the Justice League Dark, was by now rolling on the ground laughing.

Not far from the interrogation Danny sat by a table next to Alfred snacking on some of the best cookies he had ever gotten to eat. He had originally come by to hang out with Tim, Kon and Bart but now he was threaded to some A+ entertainment, Dani was clearly enjoying.

"You recognize the can, don't you Mr. Daniel? I believe you accidentally left it behind in the cave." Danny side eyed the butler next to him and grinned into his next bite of a cookie. "Supes deserved it."

The man hummed and Danny smiled as he was offered another cookie. "I believe I know why but would you please elaborate on why Master Bruce also got targeted? I will most likely be the one who will have to wash out the cape."

The half ghost didn't say anything at first before shrugging. "Kon wasn't the only one who deserved some Justice for how he had been treated in the past. I know they get along now but still… a little pay back for past mistreatment wouldn't hurt anyone right?"

"Ah, so it was for Mr. Conner and Master Jason." The butler smiled in understanding, pushing over a box of take away cookies to Danny. "May I suggest that next time you seek out justice for the boy, that there are other -embarrassing- ways to achieve it."

Danny only gave the man a feral grin as he hopped off the chair with the box in hand. It was time to release the children of Bruce's interrogation. He would just put the blame on Constantine somehow, like a spell gone wrong instead of actual dye being the cause. The man owned him anyway since he had gotten most of his soul back aside from a couple of pieces he was still negotiating over in the Ghost Zone.

[wow-thisismylifeiguess]

Sentient Gotham

- Bruce regularly chats w her. Like, full blown conversations. He can see a physical manifestation of her like she’s right in front of him, but completely invisible to everyone else

- Zatanna does not believe him. She’s Gotham born and bred and a powerful magician, but she cannot sense a living breathing Gotham the way Bruce claims he can

- Constantine does believe him, but it’s mostly to spite Zatanna

- Gotham calls herself Bruce’s mom and frequently whines about him not calling her that

> “I had a mother. And a father. They’re both dead.” > “WHEN WILL YOU STOP BLAMING ME FOR THAT?!” > “When I’m convinced it’s not true.”

- Bruce’s kids also don’t believe him about the whole ‘I talk to Gotham’ thing for a long time and think he’s either lost his mind, he’s schizophrenic, or that he’s fucking w them

- they do eventually see and speak to her themselves

- Jason first sees her right before his death, which was an incredibly difficult task for her. It’s a combination of reasons. 1) like Bruce, Jason is a Gotham City native and has deep ties to the city, 2) he has deep ties to Bruce, 3) she was also there to comfort Bruce because she knew he wouldn’t be fast enough. But Jason sees this gorgeous woman who cradles his cheek and murmurs soft words to him that he’ll only end up remembering many years later

> “Your father loves you. He tried. So please don’t hate him. It’s my fault, not his.”

- Bruce frequently wonders why it’s him who can see her and no one else, to which she always just says it’s because he’s her son

- Bruce’s connection to Gotham…changes him. He is human, at least…mostly. But there’s an otherworldliness to him that grows over the years which he’s stupidly oblivious to for a very long time

- Gotham has beef w Alfred purely because he’s British

> “I could’ve raised you better than that man!” > “I do not tolerate disrespect for Alfred.” > whining, “But babyyyyyy. He’s an outsider!”

- she adores Bruce’s kids and frequently whines about how they don’t believe she’s real. But at the same time, Bruce is her absolute beloved

- after Jason’s death, she’s the one who basically sends Tim Bruce’s way to stop his self destructive behavior. Tim had been taking pictures of Batman and Robin for a while, but Gotham had fogged over his mind just a little bit to prevent him from putting the pieces together about their identity. When she stops, it finally clicks for Tim and it’s what leads him to becoming Robin

- the kids all have their moment when they finally can see and speak to her. It happens at different times, but the important reason as to why they’re able to do so is due to their relationship to Bruce and the length of time they’ve been around him. It comes at the moment where they’ve reached optimal and absolute trust in Bruce

- Bruce does actually call her ‘mom’, but it happened once and she will never let him forget it

> Bruce getting worked up during a conversation w Gotham in front of Dick and Tim > “Dick….who is he talking to?” > “You don’t want to know.” > “My mom won’t stop badgering me- No. No. I didn’t say that. I didn’t call you that! You can’t prove anything!”

- Gotham comforts Bruce often when he feels like he’s not enough. His failures weigh heavy in his heart, but she’s always there to talk him through it

> “Why me? Why am I the one you picked? I’m not enough. I never will be.” > “You are and you always will be. Bruce, you do so much for this city. For me. For your family.” > “It’s not enough.” > “You are only mostly human, Bruce Wayne. You have done things no one else could ever hope to do. If any one else were in your position, they would not have nearly enough strength as you do.”

- several months later, after Bruce is just idly going over case files, he remembers the ‘mostly human’ part of what Gotham said to him. He’d glossed over it before in his depressive spiral, but now he’s like !?

> “Gotham….” > “Yes, my dear?” > “‘Mostly human’. Care to explain what that means?” > awkward laugh, “Uh…..” > “Gotham.” > “I didn’t do it on purpose! I had no control!” > “Gotham.”

- order of who sees Gotham:

Bruce (obviously)

Jason (first time)

Tim

Duke

Jason (second time)

Steph

Dick

Cass

Damian

- the last three take a while but mostly because they’re not Gotham natives. Dick’s a little bitter about it because he practically spent his entire life in Gotham

> “You’re a traitor.” > “WHAT DID I DO?” > disgust, “Blüdhaven.” > “Oh. Whoops.”

- While Gotham is Bruce’s #1 Supporter™️, she is at times critical of his behavior and decisions. Particularly about things that damage his relationship w loved ones and things that he chooses to do in order to hurt himself

- she finds ‘Brucie’ to be distasteful

> “I didn’t raise you to be a whore.” > “You didn’t raise me to begin with.” > “STOP DENYING ME PARENTAL RIGHTS!”

- Gotham is, obviously, restricted to only appear within Gotham City’s borders. She’s only able to break through that restriction a handful of times, w the first being when Jason dies. There are a few other instances and she’s popped up on the Watchtower and jumpscared Bruce by accident. The JL were very confused and incredibly amused

- She’s able to take on the form of anyone, but sticks to a unique appearance of a woman w long black hair and pale skin. Her eyes are white and she’s typically dressed in a suit

> young Bruce, in awe, “You kind of look like me if I were cooler.” > “You’re plenty cool, Bruce.” > adult Bruce, tired, “Why are you in a suit?” > “Because I look cool, Bruce. You said so yourself.” > “I was ten!”

- she once offered to take on the appearance of his mother and Bruce shot it down so fast. She never brought it up again

- when Clark found out about her, he believed Bruce immediately. He’s the only one Bruce ever told who believed him right off the bat

> “You…don’t think I’m insane?” > “I do.” > “Then why would you lie and say you believe me?” > “Because I do. You’re insane about a lot of things, Bruce. But you sounded too serious when you told me about this, so why would I ever think you’re lying?”

- Gotham begrudgingly likes Clark

> “You hate Alfred for being an outsider, but Clark is in your good graces?” > “He’s an alien. It’s different.” > “He’s also from Metropolis.” > “Shhhhhh, don’t remind me. I’m trying to be blissfully ignorant.”

[niwaart]

Secret of Shadows

(John Constantine’s son x Batfam)

-part1... -part2...

It was a stormy night in Gotham, the rain pounding furiously on the sidewalks, and the wind howling like hungry wolves. In a slum, Red Robin was chasing one of the Penguin's drug dealers, who was trying to escape across the rooftops. Tim was closing in, planning to bring him down with one blow...

But suddenly, a small green and red shadow leaped in front of him with a sword drawn.

Robin stood in Tim's way with a smug grin. "This criminal is mine. Find another."

"Get out of my way, Robin! This is no time for play!" Tim growled, trying to swerve around him, but Damian leaped back to block his path.

"I told you, that's my goal!"

"You're a spoiled brawler!"

"And you're a boring replacement!"

The argument escalated into a fistfight on the rooftop, while the drug dealer took advantage and fled. But he didn't just flee... he pulled out a remote detonator.

"A bomb..." Tim whispered in astonishment after seeing what the criminal was carrying.

Before the building exploded, a massive black shadow swooped down from the sky like lightning. Batman. He grabbed the dealer with one hand and destroyed the detonator with the other at the last moment.

But the rage in Batman's eyes was more terrifying than any bomb as he looked at Red Robin and Robin.

After Batman made sure the civilians were safe, he turned to Tim and Damian, his eyes burning with rage beneath his mask.

"What is this nonsense?!" Batman roared, his voice like thunder.

Damian stood silent, but Tim tried to explain. "I was about to catch the criminal, but Damian—"

"Enough!" Batman cut him off. "Tim, you're the elder. You should have acted responsibly, not gotten involved in a childish squabble!"

Tim felt like he'd been stabbed. "But he started—"

"It doesn't matter who started it!" Batman said harshly. "I expected better from you. I'm disappointed."

Those words were like a knife to Tim's heart.

Tim returned to the apartment he shared with Y/N, his face as dark as the night that followed. Tim completely ignored the stream of jokes Y/N cracked upon seeing him:

"Wow! Your face looks like my father when i burned his cigarette! Want me to read you a bedtime story?"

Tim didn't reply. He walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Y/N stood in front the bathroom door waiting, and after five minutes of silence, decided to knock. "I'm going in, so you'd better at least put your pants on."

Before Tim could reply, Y/N opened the door. He found him hunched over the sink, water running down his head as if he were trying to drown himself.

Y/N looked at him for a moment, then said quietly, "There are quicker ways to commit suicide than drowning in a sink."

Tim lifted his head, his eyes red, but he didn't cry... yet.

"I'm sure you'll get my father's wrinkles if you keep pouting like that." Y/N said sarcastically, stepping closer to Tim.

And Tim? He finally exploded.

"Shut up!" he yelled, pushing Y/N away. "Everything is going wrong! I became Robin after Jason died just to help Bruce, and no one thanks me! All the blame is on me, not Damian's! I'm doing everything I can, but no one notices!"

Tim didn't realize he'd started crying until he felt Y/N's arms wrap tightly around him.

"It's okay... Scream all you want," Y/N said, knowing what he was doing. He wanted Tim to explode, to let out all the pent-up emotions inside him. He held him tight, letting him scream, cry, everything.

He didn't care that his shirt was soaking wet from Tim's tears.

After Tim calmed down, Y/N took him for a sandwich in the middle of the night, then put him back in bed. He stayed by his side, holding him until he fell asleep.

But Y/N didn't sleep. He want to revenge.

He concocted a small spell. "Now, they'll see what Tim feels."

First, Bruce had disturbing dreams of Thomas and Martha being shot again and again, while his sons (Dick, Jason, Damian, even Tim) were killed one by one

in front of him.

Then, Damian watched Alfred fall dead while he was powerless to save him, handcuffed.

And Jason relived that night in the warehouse with the Joker, the laughter suddenly fading into a deathly silence.

Finally, Dick watched his parents fall again and again, but this time, he was the one pushing them.

Each of them woke up early in the morning, drenched in a cold sweat, their hearts pounding with terror.

And vice versa for Y/N.

The sun gently peeked through the window curtains, illuminating the room with a warm, golden light. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Y/N sat on the kitchen chair, watching Tim struggle to open his sleepy eyes after a restless night.

Y/N smiled broadly, "Good morning, Mr. Drake! Did you know your face looks like mashed potatoes when you wake up?"

Tim yawned, trying to ignore him. "Shut up..."

Y/N laughed and pushed a cup of coffee towards him. "Don't worry, I added enough sugar to kill a horse, just like you like it."

Tim took the cup and took a sip, then grimaced. "This... is so sweet my teeth hurt."

Y/N pretended to be shocked. "And this is appreciation after everything I've done for you?!" He put his hand over his head dramatically. "But I can't imagine if I hadn't met you, my dear friend... I'd be living in a trash can among naughty cats!"

Tim raises an eyebrow. “A trash can? Really?”

Y/N nods solemnly. “Yeah! Or maybe in my father’ crappy old apartment that hasn’t seen the light of day in a thousand years! Which, by the way, is worse than a trash can. At least the cats like me!” He pretends to wipe away the tears that haven’t fallen. “I would have been a hideous zombie, like a battered doll from a cheap horror movie!”

Tim can’t hold back his laughter. “You’re a freak.”

Y/N grabs Tim’s hand exaggeratedly. “But thanks to you, I’m here now! Drinking poison coffee, living with my potato-like ex-Robin!” He winks. “So… thank you.”

Tim’s cheeks turn slightly pink as he finishes his coffee. “You… aren’t worth the effort.”

Y/N grabs a pillow and throws it at him. “Of course not! But you love me anyway!”

Tim grabs the pillow and throws it back, finally smiling. "Maybe."

After a moment of silence, Y/N speaks in a gentler voice, "Seriously, Tim... I'm glad you're here. Not just because you saved me from the trash can." He laughs, "But because... you made me feel like I wasn't alone."

Tim looks at him, then looks away, smiling, "You're an idiot."

Y/N grabs a piece of toast and pops it full into his mouth, then speaks as he grins, "And that's why you love me!"

Tim ignores him, but his laughter gives him away: "Disgusting."

Y/N smiles and then hugs Tim tightly. "Let's watch TV."

That afternoon, while Tim is watching the TV Y/N suggested, which is so bad, he doesn't know how Y/N can laugh at this movie, but Tim can't help but laugh with Y/N, and then the doorbell rings. Y/N didn't move from his seat. After all, this was Tim's house, and hardly anyone knew about Y/N living with Tim except for his family. So Tim got up to look at the screen to see behind the door. He found his entire family standing in front of it... and... why was Jason holding a gun and looking angry?

Tim immediately opened the door and saw their pale faces, their eyes filled with nightmares.

It didn't take more than two seconds for Tim to conclude that Y/N had done something... after all, it wasn't the first time Y/N had done something stupid for Tim.

"What...did you do?" Tim looked at the naughty Y/N who was pretending to watch TV.

But Bruce couldn't stand the pretense. He stormed into the room and pulled Y/N up by the shirt.

"You! What did you do to us tonight?!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Y/N said with fake innocence.

"Enough with the lies!" Bruce growled. A voice was heard from behind Bruce, Jason, who was about to blow Y/N's head off. "We've all had nightmares... and I'm pretty sure it was you!"

"Maybe it's your conscience?" Y/N sneered as he looked at Jason's gun. Dick was barely holding Jason back from shooting, and needless to say, Damian was ready to stab him if his father wasn't right there in front of him.

At that moment, Bruce decided he needed outside reinforcements. So he literally dragged Y/N from Tim's house to his limo, took him to the Batcave, and immediately called John Constantine. It took him more than three attempts to answer, which made Y/N laugh.

"Bloody Hell, Batman. This is early even for hell." Constantine replied, his hair disheveled like someone who had just woken up.

"Your son is here in Gotham," Batman said, his impatience harsh.

"Huh? Which one?"

At that moment, Bruce appeared to Y/N, still holding him by the collar. "Hello, dear old father, my favorite person."

Constantine stared at Y/N for a few seconds before looking up in shock. "What?! What are you doing there, you little bastard?!"

"I want him back where he came from. Tell me how to get rid of him." Batman ordered angrily.

John looked at his son in disbelief. "If I knew, I'd get rid of him myself! He steals my money, burns my coat, and disappears whenever I need him!"

"The coat was old! Be thankful!" Y/N grimaced at his father.

"Give me back the five dollars first, you thief!"

As everyone looked at this messed-up family, Tim started laughing... he couldn't contain himself.

"I think there's a worse family than us," Dick said, while Jason burst out laughing like a maniac, at Y/N and J'onn's fight.

And Batman? He felt that Gotham was in more danger than ever.

[radiance1]

The Ghost Prince does not, under any circumstances, answer a summoning after it was made aware he existed. None know why he doesn't, some are bitter and hateful of it while others are thankful that it's one less bloodthirsty manic to deal with.

The Ghost King meanwhile hasn't been seen in multiple eons, so the magical community who wanted to use his power just, stopped, trying to summon him for a long time.

Most magic users knew that the Ghost Prince never answered a summons, and that the Ghost King just dropped off the radar.

So could you really blame Constantine for not taking it that seriously when some wannabe hotshot cultists try to summon both of them in the middle of a city to wreak havoc?

He'll give them some credit though. Points for doing it in broad daylight and actually being somewhat of a threat with not relying on just summoning the Ghost royalty and figuring out what to do from there.

The area they were in was somewhat destroyed, then the cultists manage to complete the summoning circle to summon both of them and Constantine, well he just light up a smoke.

It isn't going to work anyways so what does it matter?

...

Is that a fucking Ice cream truck he hears? Who the fuck is driving an Ice cream truck while their city is being under attacked with cultists trying to summon eldritch ghost royalty?

He'll give them some points for dedication, though.

Then he looked at the cultists and nearly had a goddamn heart attack to see that the summoning circle is actually fucking lighting up and working.

The Bat is so gonna give him a headache over this.

----

Danny Phantom, crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Does not answer summons.

For one, it is annoying as shit, whenever someone interrupts his day just to ask for infinite power (that he can't give), world domination (that he won't do) or infinite riches (which he also can't do).

It just got annoying being summoned all the time so. One day he just, well, no. And hey, it worked out well enough for him to not continue doing it.

Then he also learned that Pariah Dark is basically the same, after he got out the coffin and stopped trying to take over the world for whatever reason. He was actually a pretty swell guy!

He was just with him too, with him being not so swell at the time for making him go through lessons about Ghost etiquette, rules, stuff that's expected of him as the crown prince.

And don't even get him started on the engagement and marriage proposals.

Overall, he just wanted to find an excuse to leave. Then he felt the familiar suggestive pull of a summoning and, instead of rejection as he usually does in a second. He thought for a bit if he wanted to go with that or crown prince duties.

It was tempting, but dealing with cultists seemed worse than this so he was about to reject.

At least, before he heard an Ice cream truck playing in the background. He doesn't even know how the hell that popped up through the pull but by the gods has it been a while since he's had Ice cream.

So he answers and is gone with a pop.

Pariah Dark just stares for a good second or two, before breathing out and deciding to also answer. Fright Knight is just there, off to side, questioning what he should do now.

Danny wastes no time with the cultists on the other side and in fact, he pushes them out of the way and goes diving for that Ice cream truck he hears. Only to realize he doesn't, have any money on him.

Fuck.

Pariah Dark is less inclined to follow the rules imposed by humans like money, but he does know it can be important. Once in a while. Not that often, but it has its times.

So when he sees his adopted son being sad over being unable to pay for some kind of human delicacy, he digs around in his hair (yes, his hair.) and pulls out some money and puts it on the counter as payment.

The man inside the tiny vehicle had shrieked before getting what they wanted. Which is good. Fear is a good motivator, Pariah thinks.

Unknown to him, it wasn't out of fear (Well, mostly) but because the Ghost King placed down a coin made of pure, solid gold on his counter.

The two then go about their business in the human realm, completely forgetting about the fact that they were summoned here for something.

Constantine is both relieved and about to have an aneurysm at seeing Infinite Realm royalty only answering a summon because of Ice cream.

[thevoidstaredback]

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

Storyboard Part 2

[electricgg]

From what I read I feel like Wayne reader wouldn't swear. But maximoff reader vibe is like I would curse if the situation is dire.

What would happen if she walked in a room which is having every member of the batfam. And she is so tired of their bs. Rightfully so.

And she curses. Batfam never heard her curse what could be their reaction.

Yes, Wayne wouldn’t swear. She always made the effort to avoid curse words in her matter of speech.

Maximoff tho… let’s say Uncle Pietro’s bad influence stuck even after the hex. She pretty much curses in her head and out loud without a filter (which gains a lot of warnings from Logan jsjsjsjjs)

In that scenario, she probably walked into the kitchen or the living room and came face to face with the Batfam and cursed (something among the line of ‘fuck this shit, I’m going back to bed��), everyone would have different reactions.

Bruce would be caught off guard. She has been snappy and upfront, he is letting pass (for now, even if he has to bite back his tongue.) but cursing? Yeah he is probably thinking Jason is passing time with her behind his back and teaching her that (she is a high schooler with free will?? She could have picked up from anywhere.) He also tries to get her attention and correct her behavior but she is flashing him a middle finger while stomping down the hall.

Dick is having a meltdown. WHO DARED TO TEACH HER THAT??? He is definitely pinning the blame on her classmates (bc he refuses to acknowledge Bobby and Warren as her friends). Ever since she has been hanging around those boys, she has behaving so unkindly and unladylike. This is why she needs to move to homeschooling, too many unreliable people trying to corrupt his little baby sister.

Jason is somewhat proud and somewhat puzzled. Sure, he knows she has been acting somewhat hostile by Dick’s sobbing calls at 2am and he gets it! But, it’s still odd to see her (someone who always made the effort to look put together and proper) cursing so openly. He will probably need to look into her new behavior deeper (get his stalker ass rn-)

Cass is very much terrified. She still looks over her shoulder every five seconds since the piano room event. She is not taking well her sister new change, and the cursing is just doing it worse. Is she possessed? It’s this some doppelgänger situation? She is probably contacting Constantine after that-

Tim dissecting every word, posture and look. He thinks is all part of her well thought plan (bro what-) to catch him off guard. Do something that she would never actually do so she gets a reaction out of him. He thinks he should sit her down and talk, reassure her that she doesn’t need to do that because he has always known how clever she is and there’s no need to act like a rabid cat anymore (somebody knock his ass out pls-)

Damian is also analyzing the situation while also panicking like Cass. Is it truly an act to get their attention (his own specifically)? Is she under some mind control spell? Is that even HER?! Yeah, Constantine is a horrible choice but he’s the only one that knows about possessing. Either way, Damian thinks it’s the outside influence of someone or something

[grimdarling69]

Can I ask for part 9 of deaged dan and ellie please?🥹

Tbh I've been rereading it a lot and I'm excited to read what the batfam and jl reactions while going to where Damian and Dick is. I knowww that it's going to be a crazy ride especially with youngblood(is it really Youngblood? Or not?)

A large toxic blob incased the window on the door. Swirling and jumping individual blob ghosts. They cooed excitedly and pushed against the locked door in vain.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" He finally reached the door and opened it in a practiced manner of hiding behind and ducking. The swarm of blobs rushed past him into the den.

"Calm yourselves one at a time." Damian spoke to them as he walked hesitantly-not fearfully, Damian-back into the room. They swarmed around his head and chittered in a weirdly familiar language. He couldn't understand the language, but he recognized it? He was gaining ecto if he could recognize ghost dialect. He couldn't let Damian know he'd blame himself if he thought he put him in danger by letting him stay in the Realms. He couldn't leave him alone and was scared while he went through this. Damian needed him just as much as he needed him.

"You must have made a mistake. There's absolutely no way she would betray me. She's-this can't be happening." He muttered the last part and pushed through the blobs around him. He went to the table. Frostbite dropped files yesterday as something to do while the storm passes. He hadn't realized the weather would follow them to death. Apparently, in some 'biomes' in the Realms, it has weather but not the same it's all different. All at different times and patterns. The weather couldn't hurt ghosts, but it could hurt buildings and structures. Their cabin, luckily, was on the side of the island that the storm didn't reach, so they were told to stay put. He had gotten frostbite to give them paperwork so that he could convince Damian to do that instead of attempting to injure himself or the cores. It kind of worked he only had to chase him a few times.

"What's happening, Damian? What did they say?" He questioned, keeping in an eye in the weirdly calm swarm landing on the couch next to him. He captured his sons hands so he couldn't pull his hair out like he tended to do now. Damian face was covered in worry, fear, and maybe some regret.

"A group of heroes, including some of the founders of the Justice League and Constantine, are being transported by Pandora and Youngblood." He winced and glanced outside the window like he could see their ship.

"Bruce?" "And Todd, Drake, Brown, and Thomas."

"Shit. Well, we just have to explain to them what you told me, and they'll back off. Jason will be more than happy to knock Bruce into his senses if he doesn't. "

"I don't want them to know about this, about me-or them..."

"Damian, come on, they'd have had to at least know about the babies eventually. When you came home even-if you came to...live with me." Damian glanced around nervously, never meeting his eyes. Oh my god.

"But you never planned on returning, did you? You were going to let us think you committed suicide without any sign at all. Right? That was your plan to-to make us think we lost you!" He was yelling, and a distant voice told him he needed to calm down, but he really couldn't care less right now.

"I- didn't mean to make you think -" Damian was tearing up. He thinks absently that he's seen damian cry more these past few months than the past four years he's known him.

"I was going to follow you!" Damian seemed like he wanted to say something, but he needed to get his point across. He took a deep breath.

"When I got to the bridge, I was-in hysterics. I couldn't help but imagine you in the-the water. Hurt scared in pain, knocked around in the water-er. I thought you could have cracked your head open or just anything, and I had to-to save you! I just thought if i could follow you over that bridge...i could save you. " it was hard to see through the bluryness, but damian was the only thing he needed to see anyway.

"You would have been killed too..."

"I know."

"So why...?"

"Because you matter more to me than anything. You are my son, and you are Bruce's son, and you are Talias son."

"I-..."

"Let me finish. If Bruce didn't want you, you would have never been in the manor. It is impossible to make Bruce do something he truly doesn't want to do. You are a member of this crazy ass family because we want you. Bruce wants you. I want you. So don't push us away, please. "

"I just-i never doubted you!" It's always been bruce.

"Or any of the others, it's only Bruce, why?" He's afraid of his reaction most of all, like he knows something about him Dick doesn't.

"I told you about Jack Fenton, right? Well, before he sacrificed himself, he was cutting me open. As I screamed and cried and begged him to stop. That i was alive that I was his son didn't matter. What did matter was vlad. Jazz-you maybe called him begged him to save you. He told them-my mom all about ghosts about himself, and that stopped him. He said sorry to vlad instead of sorry to the son lying open and organs strewn across the room on the table. It was you who rushed forward and helped me. You who was always on my side so I can never doubt you but Bruce...I've had my share of father's and they haven't always been the best."

"He tries-"

"Sometimes trying isn't enough. But I trust you so...I'll give him a chance. I want to live with you but maybe we'll visit him."

"That's all I'm asking, baby bat." Maybe everything will be fine. Damian will see that Bruce isn't Jack, and everything will be fine. He goes to put his hand comfortingly on his shoulder but damian bypasses him and grabs him tight around the waist, burying his head into dicks clothes. Gripping him so tightly it hurts but he doesn't complain much too happy just hold his son. He grips him as tightly as he dares and rests his head on Damian.

"Richard."

"What, dami?" He turned his cheek from where he placed it on damians head so he could hear better.

"I think the babies are coming..." he pulls away suddenly to look at him, and sure enough, his stomach is glowing so bright his shirt is see-through. Damians face is pulled into an expression of wonder and fear. Shit shit shit. They'd thought we would have more time.

"I'll get frostbite. Just sit down." He helps him to the couch, and after making sure he knows to control his breathing, he runs out of the cabin to Frostbites. Luckily, he wasn't actually in human labor, but it was still extremely painful because of the fact that damian isn't a full ghost. Typically, it was more like a budding reproduction that plants do. A ghost and a ghostling go intangible and divide from each other. Frostbite believes damian will be strong enough for that to happen if they use ecto-dejecto+. Something he modified from the Fentons. He is extremely worried about this, as you could guess. He trusts Frostbite. He's like a large frosty and very intelligent retriever, but he's worried about the side effects of after rather than the immediate. They have no other idea it's this or nothing. Frostbite had said if the kids couldn't get out on their own, he would have to... cut them out. Ecto-dejecto+ it is!

"Frostbite! Frostbite!" He slammed into the large door and banged on it. It was probably unlocked like always, but this was faster. "Is it time?" He hears the resounding yell at foot from the door, and he flips backward so he doesn't get knocked out again.

"Yes! Obviously!" He turns back around and runs back to the cabin. He ignores frostbites yelling about getting his tools.

By the time he gets back, damian isn't on the couch anymore.

"Damian! Damian, where are you?" He's searching wildly around the room throwing things around. It had only taken him 6 minutes to get here and back. Please don't him have...have...

"In here!" Damian! From his old bedroom? Frostbite and him had been working in changing it into a temporary nursery just in case. Had Damian already...?

"Damian..?" He pushed open the door slowly.

"Shh, look!" Damian was smiling freely for the first time in a while. Completely free of the pain from just a few minutes ago. He was holding a baby, and another rested in a blue banket on the bed pushed against the wall, eyes darting around. Damian held another in a pink blanket in his arms, standing in the center. The baby's face was red, and tears steamed down its cheeks, but it wasn't actively crying.

"She just stopped crying. Here Ellie meet your..." he trailed off handing the baby over to him waiting for him to decide what he wanted to be called. They hadn't talked about it...

He couldn't help but tear up seeing the little baby. It didn't look like a newborn but maybe a month or 2 old. Still very young but bypassing the actual infant stage.

"Aren't they beautiful...What do you want to be called?" Damian picked up Dante and rocked him around the baby stared into space. The baby smiled so definitely more than a month. From the books he read it took about 6 or so weeks to smile actually smile instead of just gas.

"I don't know. Didn't think that far ahead." He took the corner of the blanket and gently wiped away the drying tears on her face.

"Im here! Great one! Princess!" Frostbite took forever seriously. And he was ignoring the title everyone insisted on using for him. They had offered to change it to Prince, but then it just felt too real? When he's called princess, it's funnier, less real, and like a joke, not like he's a literal prince of the literal fabric of the universe.

He pushed open the door and signaled to Frostbite standing in the broken doorway with his finger on his lips a classic be quiet sign he's sure ghosts would understand.

"Oh, well, I suppose we were worrying for nothing." Frostbite said once he finally got over the surprise. He was leaning over his shoulder or entire body technically from how large he was to peer at the baby girl. It was quite comical when he reached out a finger seemingly mesmerized at Ellies tiny little hand barely wrapped around half the finger when she grabbed it.

"Oh, I just love younglings. It has been centuries since I've seen such young neverborns. Though I believe it is just their human half influencing their age." The giant yeti seemed perfectly content to be trapped by the small hand.

"Do you think they'll ever gain their memories back?" Damian was sitting in the hand-carved rocking chair with ice and star designs all over it. He still held Dante in his arms. The baby simply watched its surroundings.

"I don't believe so but their cores personality should be similar and they might have a sense of deja vu sometimes but the amount of damage to their cores...I don't believe they will ever fully gain anything back." The yeti provided his much needed wisdom. "This is a new opportunity for them and you would be wise not to waste it, great one."

"I know, I won't its just i will miss them." Damian stared into his sons eyes not looking up at them.

"I know it is of no reconciliation, but...I will as well." Frostbite gently unraveled his claw from the baby and gathered his supplies. Leaving behind the ecto-dejecos without a word.

"You never answered me earlier about what you want to be called..." Damian said absent mindly in tone but completely focused on him.

"I did not realize it was such a big deal to you." Dick did. If he took up the uncle mantle, it would solidify the fact they were only brothers, but if he took up the grandfather title, Bruce and Alfred would be left out. He knew what he wanted, but bruce...its not he thinks Bruce will be furious or something at him it's more the quiet disappointment or regret he's worried about. Bruce was easy to anger but hard to disappoint, and every time he saw that look on his face...Bruce could also be a very jealous man.

"I thought about it what they'll call you guys. Alfred will be pops or grandpa. Bruce can have gramps. And you...can be papa..?" He can recognize the hopeful phrasing in his voice.

"I..thought Papa was for dads..." it's not a question really more like a dazed statement, but damian treats it like it is anyway.

"Not in the Midwest where I first came from. I used to call my grandparents, gama and Papa, when I was younger in that life. Before they died, we would drive for hours every holiday or on long weekends to see them." It was weird to hear him reminiscence about another life. Ellie gurgled, and he glanced down at the wiggly baby. Her fingers were in her mouths, and her eyes were locked with him. For the first time, he feels himself really look at her like a haze was lifted from his eyes. She had a tuft of dark brown hair almost black, her eyes were a startling unrecognizable hazel, her skin was slightly tan but barely like it was only just beginning to change. She had curious eyes and wild extremities like she wanted to get up and touch everything. She had a tiny brown mole beside her nose on her cheek-right in a crevice-a little above her mouth.

"It must have been nice."

"Yeah, it was." It wasn't an awkward silence but a quiet one just holding the babies he glanced over at Damian and saw Dante was asleep. Ellie was just about to fall asleep. Sh kept closing and opening her eyes at weird times.

He locked eyes with Damian and motioned toward the cribs. They were pushed against the wall between a dresser it was obvious the room wasn't even half finished.

The large bed shoved out the way, the pushed out of the way rocking chair and cribs the only sign of a nursery. The various other pieces of furniture were mismatched and aged.

He rocked Ellie, hoping to get her tired enough. He spied Damian, setting Dante down slowly in his crib. He made his way over to the cribs as well, just as Damian was reswaddling Dante. If his age assessment was correct, they'd stop that soon, but for now. Dante stayed fast asleep. He set Ellie down and attempted to fix her swaddling. He hoped he wouldn't fully wake her by messing with it. Luckily, she seemed to get the memo and fell asleep quickly. They turned back toward eachother he let out a relieved sigh and watched as Damian said goodnight to the babies and left the room looking back every step. He took one final glance at them and closed the door softly.

"What are we going to use for a baby moniter? Could Tucker have something we could use?" How would they even connect it? Tucker had said they had once tried internet in the realms but it would just explode randomly.

"No need. We're bonded, I feel their emotions." Ghost bonds at it again.

"Really? What are they feeling?" He needed to know if they liked him of course.

Damian hummed and answered thoughtfully " Loved, happy, content."

"Good."

"There is a...meeting soon between the leaders. It's an annual diplomatic meeting to discuss mostly trade and news. Tucker will be announcing the children as heirs to the Realms and..." Damian trailed off but it was obvious what he was going to say. Me.

"I thought you would be discussing the future when your older...?"

"We will discuss if i succeed him as he succeeded me once before. Tucker has done great work as king, and he enjoys it more than I do. The ancients will disagree they didn't like the fact I named him and sam as my heirs in the first place. The way to calm them is to act like I will succeed until we find a better plan."

"Right. Sam... Do you think she is also back in our world? Tucker became a ghost, but he told me that both you and Sam disappeared around the same time. What if she was reincarnated as well?" Damian listened intently but didn't speak just thinking. Damian didn't seem to have thought about it before and was now trying to think of he knew her.

"I already thought of that, and I already found her-him him, actually." Tucker walked through the door unburdened by it. He was dressed casually with a faded yellow sweater and a patched beanie on his head. You would never expect him to be a king. He still looked like young, not high school, but college for sure.

"Him? Who? Did you contact them?" Dick scoured his brain trying to think of anyone matching Sams personality.

"You already know him actually. He's on his way now." Tucker continued motioning toward the nursery door.

"Be quiet. They're sleeping, but how did you contact them?" Damian whispered loudly. Tucker peeked into the bedroom.

"So cute! I might just start up my babysitting gig up again. You're first on the list, of course, best friend privileges!" Tucker gleefully spoke, voice lower but excited.

"Absolutely not! Do you remember what happened at your last babysitting gig?" Damian pulled the door shut softly in a joking but final manor. Tucker scoffed and indignantly argued, "That wasn't even my fault! It was my mom's! She's the one who baked them!"

"Your mom baked babies...?" They both turned and looked at him confused before breaking out into hysteric laughter. A laughter so contagious he could barely stand up right.

"She didn't actually bake any kids, right?" He finally asked once he caught his breath, sparking another violent outburst of laughter.

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BOOM

"YES! DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!" Green Lantern yelled out at Captain Yungblood, who stood at a cannon throwing cannonballs at floating puple rocks. When it hit them, fireworks sparked and went everywhere in a mixture of purple, green, and white. Flash senior looked around nervously, trying to stop then both before the big bat heard and yelled at them.

He kinda felt bad for the guy. Jason so deserves a cigarette for empathy. He scrouges around his jacket and pockets empty handed he searches around the floor, growing increasingly agitated. He knows he just had them, Jason just shared with John just a few minutes ago! He looked around accusingly. One of the brats must have stolen it. Green reared it's head begging him to teach the thief a lesson.

He latches his eyes on Tim just as he throws them into the sky to get blown to bits by the idiots. They don't even notice the extra fuel.

"Asshole!" Green clouded his vision as he stomped over to him and picked him up by his suit straps.

"It was for your own good!" He felt the green roar and rage behind his eyes. He could barely see past it, and weird purple haze around them made things even worse.

"Fuck you! And your do goody pretentious attitude!" He threw him at the ships cabin hitting the wood and shaking the whole ship. He felt eyes on him but he didn't care, Red Robin unleashed the bostaff and knocked his legs out form under him in one motion

"Red Hood! Stand down." Batman called from the top of the cabin shadows dampen the greens as his cape billows around him after he jumped down.

"Don't you dare tell me what to do!" He turned the green on his father, throwing a punch Batman barely managed to dodge.

"Jason -" Bruce grabbed his arms and wrapped himself around him, locking him in. He struggles wildly he's vaguely aware of Steph and Duke picking Tim up from the floor. Tim limps away, glaring at the other heros, they scattered into the corners of the ship, suddenly desperate to not be on the deck. God, what's wrong with him... he'd promised he'd never hurt his family again...this was a mistake he should have stayed behind in Gotham. Jason stopped fighting and let go, forcing his dad to follow him to the floor.

"Rough one, aren't you?" Pandora asks the tall alien looking amazon leers over them both. He wasn't a child, but his face reddens at the blatant condescension and scolding.

"We apologize if we interrupted anything." Bruce answers instead, saving him the embarrassment. "Not at all. It's good you're finally getting help here then."

"I'm afraid I don't follow?" Will any of these stupid fucking spirits just have a straight answer for just one question.

"Your liminalty? I can sense the ectoplasm on you it feels...like unsealed wine..." Pandora wrinkled her face as if she was imagining it. "Liminality?" He couldn't help but question out loud. "Ectoplasm? It's the...green goo, right?" Could the...pits actually just be ectoplasm? Wouldn't Constantine have, like, i don't know, exercised them??

Pandora groaned at his rambling and shook her head as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You should meet the chief. He'll fix you." With that sentence repeated in the same ever grave tone the giant warrior left. He turned to bruce, but he was only met with his stone cold thoughts he left without meeting his eyes, and Jason couldn't help but remember how many times he's heard 'i can fix you.' It made him nauseous. Before he could realise it he was standing on the open deck with only the purple and green smog surrounding him God fucking dammit.

A/n really sorry for how long it took to get this out i know most of the posts on this story are taking forever and I'm sorry about that I'm not discontinuing the story but I've had some major writers block lately and I've been trying to cure it by writing other stories but I've just been hating how all them turned out lately. I've been trying to write some captain marvel golden age i just feel like I'm missing parts of Billy and I just hate it so if anyone has some tips for writing him particularly please share otherwise hope yall enjoyed this part snd happy holidays to everyone!!

[moon-ayyye]

There are a lot of What-ifs when it comes to Jason Todd. What would've happened if bruce didn't take Jason in? What if Jason was taken in by Selina and became stray? what if jason didn't die? what if Jason was found before the lazarus pit? But one that i don't see at all is what if Jason didn't come back and just stayed with the All Caste?

The Lost Days arc would go about the same as in canon (without the jaytalia because ew), but after the car bomb thing doesn't pan out, Jason just starts looking into the batfam more. He sees his dad for the first time in years. He forgets everything and considers coming back home.

But then he finds out how his death was handled

Of course, he'd still be pissed off about tim becoming robin, but more than that, bruce and dick spun it so people thought tim was the second robin. Jason's whole identity was usurped and was prompted by alfred of all people. Add to that the memorial case and the victim blaming, as well as him not having a memorial in titans tower and tim talking shit about him every chance he gets, and jason starts to lose hope. But these things could be fixed! These could all be explained away as emotionally incompetent people compartmentaling in order to get over their grief! right?

Then he finds the footage of dick killing the joker for tim. Sure, the joker taunted dick using jason's memory, but it was him thinking tim was dead that really set him off. The final nail in the coffin would be bruce reviving the joker. Jason now has proof that 1. tim was indeed his replacement, and 2. Bruce's morals and dick's clean hands are worth more than his mangled corpse.

He scraps all of his plans because now he KNOWS that bruce would never kill the joker for him. Disillusioned with bruce and gotham in general, he sneaks into arkham and puts a bullet in the joker's skull, then goes to the all caste for training. If they didn't care about him, why should he care about them?

I think ducra would be less wary about training jason in this au, since his drive for revenge had dissipated, and he wouldn't "bring great evil into this world."

Since ducra wouldn't really show favouritism to jason, since he isn't as much of a flight risk or a time bomb, i think his and essence's relationship would go way better than in canon. Their main points of contention were jason leaving the caste and ducra's favouritism, and without those 2 factors, their relationship could actually flourish.

Due to the all blades being linked to the soul, it would make sense if the caste taught soul magic. This would make jason a way better fighter than any baseline vigilante or assassin. Maybe he could use his abilities to hide his body language to avoid shiva and cass' ability? The all caste doesn't get massacred here, so he learns how to really socialise, talk with people with different experiences, so he could occasionally go back to the alley or the hill to reconnect with his old friends, like dana or numbers, since he wouldn't push people away like in canon.

The untitled wouldn't be as big of a threat as they were in RHatO since there are way more people available, and jason being super trained, so maybe jason would adopt a new vigilante identity to help people on a more personal level. He considers going by Red Hood, as a taunt to the man that killed him, but he doesn't like it. It's a remnant of a past he'd rather forget. Maybe he'd go by cardinal, but he doesn't want to be associated with a bird anymore. I think marauder would be a really good name for him, a man who goes around looking for things to steal and people to fight.

You can have him interact with some justice league dark members, especially Constantine since I really like their dynamic, and he could deal with hellspawns since he wields the allblades now.

JayEssence is a rarepair, which is a shame since i think these 2 could have a really interesting dynamic if written properly, so I'd probably go with that as the endgame ship, but you could work in so many of his ships. JayRose? childhood friends on the titans who reconnected after jason studied under slade for a bit. JayEddie? same thing but they reconnect in hell. Jaytemis? they could run into eachother during a mission and they'd recognise death anywhere. enemies to reluctant allies to lovers. JayDana? classic childhood friends to lovers. The possibilities are endless

[fernpetals]

Can you please write Yandere Constantine with a female reader who can see dead people's souls who are trapped on earth? She has a normal life and is an ordinary office worker. Those souls are her friends and usually communicate with her because they need her help to go to the afterlife. Sometimes they also save her from danger. She is a very kind person and helps them to be free, but that is not her main job; she cannot fight demons like Constantine. One day he saw her and realised how unique she is and became obsessed with her. 

Thank you ❤️

Finally, I have managed to complete this request!

Hopefully, you will like it.

Masterlist

Yandere Constantine x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of child deaths, grieving and paranormal encounters, yandere thoughts, stalking and misuse of occult

The GIF is not mine, all credits to the owner.

Unedited Piece

You watch as a man follows after a woman as they exit the restaurant you are sitting in. Unlike the woman, though, the man is faded, almost grey. His left hand still forming from the grey mist around him. A ghost---the ghost of her late husband. You do not know the woman but with one glance at her and the ‘figure’ that manifested right beside you. You know that she is a grieving widow, and it is her grief that is keeping her husband from entering the spirit world wholly. He swings between the mortal and the spiritual plane.

Very few like yourself can see them—all seven planes present behind veils of dimensions. But you choose to stop on the third. Beyond that…You do not want to know. Entities will know that you know and do not wish your great-grandmother’s fate upon you. 

Your mother says that you are a splitting image of her, and you know that is true, though she demanded all her portraits and pictures if any, to be burnt after her death. You have her powers, she communicates with you, but only sometimes. You like to think she also protects you. Maybe she does.

The back of your neck prickles when you feel a pair of sharp, calculating eyes. As if summoned, your gaze matches deep, brown orbs staring at you, but you feel as if they have your soul under the microscope.

.

.

Constantine tilts his head. Curiosity. That is what brings him to this boring restaurant filled with oblivious people. In his defence, he did not mean to follow you around like a creep. But he couldn’t help himself— someone who shares his vision—almost. Something is different, but he has not been able to put a pin on it. So here he is now.

Constantine first saw you right outside Midnite’s, petting a puppy—well, that was a shapeshifter, thankfully harmless. But then, he saw your gaze turn sideways, and he followed your gaze. A few feet away, stood a lost soul searching for the light. Only a few people have the ‘sight’, and he could feel it in the air that night—something was different—not off, just…distinct.

There is no difference in energy, your aura is different—a pack of contrasts—strong but vulnerable, resilient but with a fragility in it, welcoming, warm but guarded. Well, that is good. Being guarded is good. Constantine looks away, fiddling with his pack of nicotine. After his close brush with death and liberation, he has been…different. At least now he seeks the meaning rather than cynically turning away from everything good, thinking it as a cruel trick of God.  Sipping on his coffee, he watches you leave. He does not follow you this time, he has all the confirmation he needs. You can see the dead, and he hopes that you know about the dangers that come with your power. 

—----

Although reluctantly, Constantine has come to believe in fate. He has fate to blame when he finds you at the hospital he visits for his ‘maintenance’, something he likes to call his regular follow-up check-ups regarding his miraculously healed lung cancer.

Constantine is surprised by this, but it is what it is—he feels you. He feels your presence before turning to his side, watching you as you enter the children’s ward. He finds himself moving towards the children’s ward before he realises it. But his steps cease just outside—from the see-through glass, he watches you stand in front of a crib. You hold the edges and close your eyes before your shoulders slump and you look at the window. Constantine follows your gaze—that is when he sees it—a luminous orb.

The baby is dead.

And you just helped its soul find the path to the light.

—---

He has not been actually following you. At least that is what he tells himself as he paces to seem casually walking a few feet behind. He makes a conscious effort not to really look at you, especially the back of your head, you would know—people like you and him always know. But it is almost midnight and you are walking through these isolated blocks in a city like LA and as far as he has deduced, you have no sense of self-preservation. He was wrong, you are not guarded, just curious and observant. He knows by now where your home is and he simply wants to make sure that you reach home safely.

That’s when he sees it.

Lurking in the shadows, drooling at your scent. Standing at a staggering nine feet, maybe even more, hunched with vacant eyes following your unsuspecting figure—gliding along. Constantine knows this…creature, this demon too well, it is ready to strike!

.

.

You are drowning. Not literally but that is what it feels like. A chance contact with a deceased little boy of eight has left you with this sinking feeling, such unbearable sadness that you cannot bring yourself to rise and build up your aura. You should be more careful. You have arrived at the conclusion that you are in need of a mentor. Someone who can show you—

It all happens so fast. One moment you are walking and the next, a deafening growl surrounds you, you feel a gust of wind with a foul smell that makes your stomach twist, but that is all pushed to the back as simultaneously, you are also tackled on the ground. You let out a startled scream as your elbow takes the hit. A man is shouting in another language with his back turned to you as he shields your body with his. It sounds familiar. It has been a while but you have no time to remember when you hear an unearthly screech from above.

But as you look up where the man is pointing a locket at, you see…nothing. But you feel it. Its vile energy overwhelms you and surrounds you, it’s like poison in your veins. You cannot even sense the man’s energy except for the fact that there is something beyond his body that is keeping you safe. 

And just as quickly as the 'energy' came, it vanished.

The stillness that has followed leaves you stunned.

The man turns to you. He is pale and…well, you are surprised how you still cannot read his energy. You have to depend solely on your intuition when you take his hand he silently offers to help you stand up.

You have seen him before. He is the same man from the restaurant.

“If you decide to embrace your powers, you gotta keep yourself protected, not walk around with open arms like a Thanksgiving turkey.”

You blink at the looming man, meeting his condescending gaze.

“I—I tried?” That is all you can manage after the terrifying experience.

“Do you even understand what it was?”

“Uh…No?” It slips out of your mouth between laboured breaths.

—------

That is how you find yourself in a library with high ceilings, windows and an overall grand appearance. You know that you should be cautious but until now, you have not sensed anything ‘dangerous’ or ‘terrifying’. Melancholic, cynical yes, but you cannot read his aura entirely. Now you know the reason though.

John Constantine, as he calls himself, shares gifts similar to yours. But is far more experienced and has been dealing with the darker realm, the one you never felt ready to touch. You always wanted to avoid it actually, but tonight, you have come to realise that just because you turn away from the darkness, the darkness does not turn away from you.

Even though he has not explicitly offered to help you, his actions suggest so. You do not want to jump to conclusions, but the heavy books you carry while he strolls between the shelves, adding more to the increasing pile, can be considered ‘help’—though he might not be a gentleman about it.

“These are delicate.” He scoffs when you end up dropping a few. “I’m sorry. They're heavy.”

He does not look particularly mad, just assesses you, picks up the books, takes some from you, and continues to walk while you sigh in relief.

“And that’s all. Start with reading these, we can discuss them when I have time and you will get started. But remember, the books are not always accurate.”

“So why are we reading them?”

That’s a dumb question, and the look he gives you reaffirms the fact.

“You, not me, I know these by heart. You, on the other hand, are one ignorant little thing, skipping around without any protection. How did they not notice until now?”

“Who are you exactly?” You end up responding with the question that has gripped you.

“You felt that thing in that alley?”

You can nod, feeling a chill cascade down your spine.

“Yeah, that and every other like it…I’m their worst nightmare.” He smirks, popping a gum into his mouth.

—--------------------

If someone said to Constantine that he had a crush on you, he would have scoffed. If it were five months ago. 

Five months into spending time with you helping you learn more about the world you are a part of without a choice, and helping you on your path to understanding and reaching your true potential, Constantine can’t say what he feels for you is a harmless, passing fancy. It’s more than a crush.

Even though it is not official, Constantine is your mentor, he chose you. Why? He cannot quite put a finger on it. But being intensely self-aware, he knows that he is a selfish asshole anyway. 

Why else would he keep some key knowledge from you? He wants you to depend on him, and run to him when things get a bit too murky. Those dirty waters are not for an angel like you. They are vile, you cannot handle them. But he can—he is vile too, perhaps. Why else would he struggle to keep his pants from tightening when you look at him with those wide, curious eyes? 

You have purposely kept yourself away from the darkness, but people like you and him cannot ignore it. It calls to you, it will chase you down until you are compelled to look right into its eyes and confront the horrible truth that the universe does not revolve around humans. In fact, humans are far more insignificant and vulnerable than they know. Toys. that’s how some entities see them. Toys to play with and twist around. Their powers are beyond a normal mind’s comprehension. 'Normal' people cannot see through planes, dimensions, or the veil keeping the most dreadful entities at bay.

He likes to deceive himself with the argument that he only tracks you because you are still vulnerable, only starting out with some defence spells and methods. It’s a long, winding, rough path. He has put a protective spell on your apartment to keep you from getting tracked down. But pairing it with a binding spell was unnecessary. However, you do not need to know that. You are safer that way, always ending up returning to your home before midnight.

But a painfully conscious man like Constantine cannot deceive himself for long. There are moments of intense self-reflection when he questions if he has let his only chance to reserve a place in heaven slip away. And there are days when he can only dream of burying his nose into the curve of your neck, feeling his hands run down your bare skin and tangle his fingers with your hair. There are days when he dreams of touching your lips with his in the most reverent of all manners. There are moments when he wonders if worshipping you is more relevant. After all, you have been far kinder to him than any form of divinity.

But what if his redemption had always been you? What if finding you has been his destiny all along?

But there are times when he looks at you and wants to grab you, he wants to pick you up and never let you go. He wants to devour you—be in your soul, your mind, your heart. There are times when he wonders how sweet those thighs would look wrapped around his hips and thrown over his shoulders. He wonders how pretty those lips would look, wrapped around his manhood—your sweet gaze on him, lovely eyes looking up, ready to please as he taints the invisible halo around you with his twisted intentions. 

He will be the poison blackening your deep, red, sweet blood.

Constantine knows that the right path would be to stop, to let you be. But for once he has come as close as feeling truly alive, without eyeing heaven. His heaven is right there, in your eyes, in your presence, maybe true heaven would be your velvet walls wrapped around his length, his fingers exploring that lovely mouth and sweet cunt.

He knows his thoughts and actions are leading straight to hell, but Constantine has learnt the tricks, loopholes, lies, truths, and many in-betweens.

Besides…

You are worth every sin.

He thinks to himself, hanging some herbs right above your bed. He would call it a ‘protective measure’. It is not a lie, but it will not protect you from his nightly visits in your dreams.

****

This might have a second part but for now, consider this an open-ended piece.

[metalotaku-da]

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.

[often-daydreaming]

Keep Running

In between one moment and the next reality quakes and for the briefest of moments Jason finds himself standing in the remnants of a destroyed Star City. He knows it's not real, that it's just some magical mumbo jumbo overlaying memory magic nonsense bleeding into their timeline but he can smell the smoke in the air from the fires and hear her tired laughter as the static filled image of a red haired woman sits down beside him. He knows her or at least this version of him does as they talk about the little suicide run they were planning in order to hopefully end things for good and Jason can feel how tired his alternate self is as he takes a seat on the ground beside her. It's all a rush of emotions and faint memories that were getting harder and harder to ignore before he's suddenly back on the Watchtower with every other available hero the League could call in stuck arguing about these stupid visions affecting heroes and villains all over the globe if some of Ra's latest movements were any indication. His men were searching everywhere for answers while others like Luthor were making more subtle inquiries. The only upside to all of this was the reactions coming out of Arkham but that didn't mean he wanted to be up here with the League nearly at each other's throats.

With everything he's managing to piece together through a couple of brief check-ins with Dickie and the girls he could see why B wanted answers.

As morbid as it sounded Dick and the others were a few of the lucky ones who were able to be pulled out of their memories faster since they were at ground zero when the Watchtower was pulled out of orbit. The quicker you died the quicker it was over but neither of them were as lucky.

In those jumbled memories him and Bruce were the only two left after Gotham went up in flames since Phantom went after them first and there were still a few lingering effects clinging to that since he could still remember what the older version of himself felt. It was somewhat muted now but some of it was still there and if he focused hard enough Jason could still see the makeshift doctor's office in his mind. He could feel the phantom pain and see her flowing red hair. She seemed so relieved to find him alive and he wanted his own answers but Impulse was in the wind.

The little speedster was gone before anyone could really recover from the sudden onslaught of memories and while Bruce was doing everything he could to figure out a plan of sorts the others weren't as lucky with Superman stuck bouncing between the moments of his own brutal death and worrying about his family's safety. Whoever or whatever Phantom was, he knew exactly where to hurt them with Jon nearly losing it in public after being forced to live through the memories of his mom dying and the man of steel's own death at the hands of some magical Martian whatever.

Wonder Woman seemed the most put together out of everyone but even she was kind of twitchy, her had never leaving the pummel of her sword as Zatara went over what he could piece together on his own since the bulk of JLD was still out of commission.

His own daughter was comatose from the magical backlash of whatever this was while Constantine was just missing, his home a mess of overturned books and hurried scribbles which left them on the back foot for now since the only solid lead anyone had was Impulse and Young Justice was closing ranks around their missing speedster.

With JLD in shambles and Ra's on the move Replacement was running his own investigation into whatever was going on and shutting everyone else out of his systems after the first attempt at locating Impulse through his tracker backfired horribly.

I blame my cough medicine and a love for Fallout for whatever this is turning into but I felt like adding onto Run a little. I wouldn't even begin to know how to explain it but I just have this image in my head of Bart and Danny in a Fallout like world but the whole memory thing could be anything really. I just like the idea of reality shifting to the left just enough that Bart suddenly remembers details about his past he'd forgotten thanks to time travel/reality resetting and he suddenly remembers Danny while the rest of his team remember bits and pieces of their missing teammate Phantom. Everyone else just gets doomsday memories cause I really don't care and mostly think it's funny so I'm either blaming this on the gauntlet from the movie or Clockwork but anyone could add something else if they want.

[t-l-machine]

Constantin makes me insane.

It is, perhaps falsely, seared into my mind that we were one of Constantin’s only playmates as a child. From what I remember, he wasn’t fond of the other aristocrats.

Who could blame him for being picky with his company? He’s always been sharp enough to know the score: any person who befriends him gains proximity to his father’s power. We had no use for that as his dear, sweet cousin.

That’s the thing about Constantin. He speaks like a naive damsel, but he’s never been one. The man understands politics, social hierarchies, and how to exploit both for his own ends. He learned all this at the knee of an unloving father, and he has chosen to use the world to fulfill his greatest fantasies with us, De Sardet.

Constantin creates situations where he is vulnerable (his later illness not withstanding). His childhood. The bar at the beginning. He makes himself into a person who needs rescuing, because he wants someone to swoop in and do just that. Constantin wants to be treated as something PRECIOUS. He wants to be coddled and told he’s worth the effort to keep safe separate of his parentage.

De Sardet fills that role.

We save him time and time again by his own design, and so the final choice isn’t a surprise. Really. It’s not, not if you really think about it.

Constantin finds a way to preserve his life, but he doesn’t find value in it if you aren’t by his side like a knight in shining armor. He wants to continue the cycle of you protecting him from the consequences of his own actions, so he arranges a situation where you HAVE to choose him or kill him. If you choose him, you save him from the world that wants him dead and mold it into a playground to both your liking. If you kill him, then Constantin doesn’t have to live in a world where you forsake him. He dies at the hands of the person he loves most without the agony of living the rest of his life unloved.

If you aren’t going to treat him like the most important treasure in the world then Constantin would rather be dead. The power of a god is meaningless to him if he can’t have you.

I hate this man. I love him. I want to protect him as he hopes I will. I want to stab him for being so selfish and putting us in this situation to begin with.

Greeedfall of the only game I could never complete due to the agony of the final choice, and it’s all because of Constantin D’Orsay.

We know what the “right” choice is, and Constantin says you have to carve it out of his chest if you want it.

[tickldpnk8]

A Morphanna Theory

So it occurred to me as I was rereading A Game of You over the long weekend, that we might have already seen Johanna Constantine replace Thessaly in Season 1.

So bear with me while I put myself at risk of looking like this guy:

What we know

So we know a few things already given the BTS tidbits we've gotten so far.

We know that Season 2 will be significantly compressing the storyline between Season of Mists and Brief Lives. (baring something incredibly surprising such as having filmed a LOT for this season during filming for Season 1 and also filming ahead for Season 3)

A Game of You has to be either cut or significantly shortened/overhauled at this point considering the BTS shots of Wanda's character and the above outline of episode names.

We know (due to @writing-for-life's excellent analysis) that the music themes for both Morpheus and Johanna blend together well.

Pure speculation

So what struck me on this reread (and don't worry: I've got a draft started for my analysis) was just how much the interactions between Thessaly and Morpheus mirror the interactions between Johanna and Morpheus in S01E03.

First we get both women being generally unimpressed by Morpheus' ordering them about. With Johanna, it's in response to Morpheus turning up and demanding she take him to the sand.

With Thessaly, it's over him scolding her for acting rashly in taking the Moon Road to save Barbie.

This one felt more thematic to me than a direct comparison or direct quote.

Next, we get both of them lecturing Morpheus on his inaction where mortals are concerned.

(yes, I did learn how to make gifs just for this post: feel free to use) Johanna's lecture comes when Morpheus is ready to walk away after retrieving the sand...potentially leaving Rachel to her fate. Essentially blaming Johanna for leaving the sand there in the first place.

Thessaly's lecture comes as Morpheus is ready to walk away after removing the Skerry from the Dreaming. Although he hasn't stated his full intention yet, he's clear that he's not going to help them get home or get off the little bit of land that is left.

And finally, you see a bit of them both denying any interest.

(okay, so I made 2 gifs...) When Ric the Vic says that Morpheus is "not unfit", Johanna replies that he's not her man in a tone that makes it sound like she wouldn't consider it.

Meanwhile, Thessaly stews over Morpheus after he scolds her in the panels I posted above, saying that she's not buying his cool act and that he looks too skinny anyways.

So there you have it: scant evidence to be sure, but I found the 3 themes of each of them standing up to him for ordering her around, lecturing him in turn, and then also denying any attraction to be some fun parallels.

Given that we don't see much of Morpheus x Thessaly on-page, it feels like we have ample suggestions of Morpheus x Johanna in comparison. If they do go this direction, I really hope we see much more of it on screen than we did of Thessaly's blink-and-you-miss-it suggestion they were together.

[thevampiremarie]

treehouse chapter 33

Dream of the Endless | Lord Morpheus x reader pregnancy fic

Johanna Constantine comes bearing drinks and hard truths (ao3 link here if you prefer to read there)

Trouble finds you a couple days later in the form of a dark-eyed magician in a stunning white coat, twice as lovely as the Devil and three times more mischievous.

“Knock knock, princess,” Johanna Constantine declares as she raps her scarred knuckles against the open door of your bedchamber.

You were hoping for company - not Morpheus’s, but perhaps Matthew to giggle over Morpheus’s habit of making an ass out of himself, or Lucienne to show you another book or open another archive in the great library for you…

But you had not yet had the opportunity to talk to Johanna since her dramatic entrance into the throne room and the various things that happened after. “Johanna!” You greet her, trying to suppress the blush in your cheeks as you recall what all did happen after you last saw her.

It’s not her fault that Dream chases you into your thoughts even when he’s not present.

She hugs you tightly and her long hair tickles your nose. “M’glad to see you’re still…” Johanna’s gaze darts to your messy hair and your skin warm with living blood and something like relief settles across her face.

Johanna’s chest rises and falls with breath the same way yours does. No one else in the Dreaming inhales. “Still me?” They have no need of it, of course, but it unnerves you all the same, highlighting even further the deep sense of wrongness that you do not belong here.

Even as you find reasons why you might want to stay.

Johanna smiles crookedly, showing a chipped tooth and another encased in gold. Another comfortingly human thing about her. “Still you. And as lovely as ever. Let me in, hm? We should talk.”

The bottle in her left hand is marked by a hand-drawn label and contains some sort of wicked-looking clear liquid that sloshes with a different viscosity from water.

“Over a bottle of Kentucky moonshine?”

Johanna pulls another bottle out of her coat with her right hand. “And some sparkling apple cider for you and the wee one.”

“How’d you know? I didn’t think I was showing that much…” You murmur, instinctively resting a protective hand over your mostly-normal stomach. Only you and Morpheus had truly been able to tell the difference between the soft curves of your body before and slight additional roundness now.

“Please, love. The whole supernatural world has been buzzing about what sort of mess Dream of the Endless is in now.” Johanna raises a finely arched eyebrow. “Or if you will, who Dream of the Endless is in now,” She quips with a smirk.

You brace yourself against the doorway, your knees suddenly feeling weak. “Gross! Blegh. So everyone…” You trail off. Your face is cold and pale. Mortification thrums through you like you’re a guitar string being plucked and played with.

“Is paying attention to you? Well, when two Endless go head to head over the life of a puny mortal like you, who can blame the lot?” Johanna replies with no small degree of pity. “Morpheus and one of the Others had some sort of fight not more than two weeks ago. The Fair Folk are notorious gossips, and demons even more so. I put the pieces together from there.”

No doubt the various dreams, nightmares, spirits, and whatnot have less regard for privacy compared to your fellow humans.

You’re nothing to them, after all. A blip in the great immortal life of Dream of the Endless. A few seconds in the grand scheme of time.

You sigh and step back from the doorway, allowing Johanna entry to your room.

It must have been the biggest joke in the known universe, and all at the expense of your ignorance. “It feels like I’m the only one who never got the news.” There are countless myths written mocking mortals who attempt to consort with gods, are there not? You fear that one day, your life will join the ranks of those stories.

Johanna’s face sours, her eyes glinting with a rage that makes you want to put a few paces between you and her. “He’s a right tosser for that one, love,” She mutters under her breath.

As Johanna holds out the sparkling apple cider for you to take, she unscrews the top of her Kentucky moonshine with her teeth and takes a swig so prolonged that it’s a miracle she doesn’t choke. When Johanna comes back up for air, her cheeks are reddened and her eyes are as jovial and friendly as usual. “Bottoms up,” She says, gesturing to your own bottle.

You gesture silently to the cap and she pries it off with her teeth again, spitting the metal out into some remote corner of your bedchamber for the dreams that tidy up your space to find.

The acrid scent of alcohol carries across the room, making you wrinkle your nose as you try to suppress the faintest pangs of nausea.

Some of the apple cider helps settle your stomach to the point that you’re confident you won’t vomit if you open your mouth. “I bet this melodrama must seem so ridiculous to you,” You say softly, bowing your head and contemplating the dark green glass bottle in your hand. A warped distortion of your face looks back at you. “Johanna Constantine, great magician and legendary exorcist. I’ve done some research of my own.”

You sneak another wary glance at her bottle, then back again at Johanna getting well on her way to sloshed with an ease that speaks of habit.

Drunkenness in yourself and others stopped being amusing a long time ago. Probably around the first time you had to mop your mother’s vomit off the floor. But at least you can manage a drunkard. It’s a regular sized task, not a Herculean feat involving things humans have no business being involved in. And here in the Dreaming - the only thing that could hurt you is Morpheus.

“And human. Can’t forget that bit. That’s the most important part,” Johanna replies.

In spite of her inebriation, you soften the tiniest bit to Johanna. Even you lost sight of that when you found out her reputation, and the reputation of her illustrious family.

“While I can’t say I was expecting for you to pop up, especially not in the throne room, it’s nice to see a friendly face.” You truly mean the sentiment, and some of the built up tightness in your chest at being in this confusing dimension for as long as you have eases in Johanna Constantine’s company.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t more… forthcoming when we first met. Was hopin’- perhaps foolishly- you’d have the good sense to leave this world well alone. I see now that was futile.” Johanna means it too. Her good intentions and resulting regret practically flow off her words. Silently, Johanna makes another dent in her liquor bottle, this time out of a misplaced sense of guilt.

“No need to apologize. You helped plenty. I would’ve never known otherwise. Morpheus was fixing to drag this out as long as he could, maybe until the end of my life. I merely forced his hand.” You have to stop and laugh at the irony of it all - the choices other people have made for you to try and stop you from knowing, and how they were futile in the end.

All for nothing besides pain, grief, and betrayal. For you and him, and you, your family that you miss desperately, and Johanna.

The otherworldly beauty of your surroundings pales in comparison, unable to enchant your feelings away.

Johanna stares at you for a long moment before holding her hand out.

Next thing you know, she’s hugging you and you’re crying into the collar of her jacket that smells like laundry detergent and cigarette smoke. It’s hard to explain how a virtual stranger makes you feel so safe. You miss your friends so desperately and if you concentrate enough, you can pretend Willow is the one hugging you. Humans are pack animals, after all.

When you finally let go, Johanna presses the bottle of cider into your hand from where you had set it down on the floor. “Magical bullshit has a habit of taking innocent people, chewing them up, and spitting them out broken and unrecognizable. Dream of the Endless is the last being on this Earth or any others who should be given a gift such as yourself to care for,” She says with iron-clad conviction.

So Johanna’s grievances are deeply personal, then. “Tell me. Tell me what he did to you,” You ask, even though a small part of you doesn’t want to know.

For the first time since you’ve met her, the dark haired magician hesitates. Her face pales and she presses her lips together in a thin, tense line. In the absence of Johanna’s words, you guide her to sit with you in a pair of upholstered chairs in a small room adjoining your bedroom, a fancy reception salon of sorts.

Johanna takes her jacket off and folds it over the back of the chair before dropping heavily into the seat. “Not so much what he did to me. It’s what he did to Rachel.” She scrubs her face with a hand, drawing your attention to the dark bags under her eyes and the stress lines in her forehead.

Johanna tells you everything. The sand won from a demon, the kind woman who’s sweetness singed Johanna’s skin, how Johanna ran from Rachel’s sunlit eyes because all she’s ever known is fighting, not living. In her hurry to break that bond, she left every possession behind.

That is until Morpheus burst into Johanna’s life looking for that sand, a tall pillar of shadow and starlight who brought only destruction with him. And then the end. 

“I’m so sorry. I- I don’t know what to say.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You hunch slightly, crossing your arms over your stomach, holding back a reflexive apology for Morpheus’s actions. Not to justify why you care for him, but because his hurts have somehow become your own. You bear his guilt.

“Do you know what it felt like to find her there? Not so much broken as she was… disintegrating. Rotting. His magic rotted her from the inside out. Morpheus’s sand left nothing of Rachel behind. She was a fuckin’ wraith,” Johanna spits out venomously. She’s too drunk to stand so she slumps even further into her chair, a tear gathering in the corner of her bloodshot eyes as she stares at the ornate ceiling.

Johanna roughly rubs it away with the long sleeve of her tight, plain charcoal black shirt. “I share most of the blame, of course. If it hadn’t been for me, for bringing the sand into her life and then abandoning her… Rachel would still be alive. There’s many, many people who would still be alive if not for my magic and I.” Her gaze flickers to you, bright with pain, as if she sees all of her ghosts stand shoulder to shoulder with you.

She takes another drink and the burning smell of alcohol grows like a specter haunting her narrative.

The bottle is halfway done. “You’re like Rachel. You’re innocent. I can fuckin’ smell the goodness coming off of you.” She’s so, so angry. “You’ve done nothing wrong and here you are. Tangled up in the supernatural, the enemy of one Endless and the obsession of another, your life forever changed. Because of one god and his carelessness and his urgent need to get his dick wet,” Johanna finishes in a mumble, her expression marred with bitterness.

“Johanna… Tell me about the others,” You urge.

“You know, I spend so much time watching good people die, and then drinking so I can forget about the sounds they made as they died, that I sometimes forget how perceptive sobriety can make you. Her name was Astra. Astra Logue.”

Your chest suddenly feels weighed down, like something’s squeezing your heart. Maybe it’s the hormones. “Astra’s a pretty name for a girl. Unique.” 

Johanna wipes her nose on the edge of her sleeve, and then rubs away the tear tracking down her cheek. “And she was just a girl when she died. When I- I killed her. Just as Dream should’ve safeguarded his corrupting sand from Rachel, kept it from ever hurting her, I should’ve protected Astra. I thought, in my hubris, that it was an easy thing to fight a demon. Summon another demon, they cancel each other out, I win. Astra survives.” 

“But it didn’t work out like that.”

Johanna shakes her head and you just… shatter. A sob builds in the back of your throat. You hold it down as this is not your grief, not your place to mourn.

“It didn’t. And she lost- Astra lost her soul. Do you understand? Her soul. My demon, that I brought into this plane, dragged her soul to Hell. I have to live with that for the rest of my days, knowing there’s a little girl being tortured from here ‘till eternity because of my mistakes. You think there’s blood on my hands? Dream of the Endless is absolutely covered in it.”

You could not be more bereft if you had been the one to birth Astra, to raise her, love her, and braid her hair everyday before school. And to know what happened to this little girl you never even met, to know that she’s in pain that will never end and no one can save her from it, no one is there to comfort Astra and tell her it will be alright…

Will it be your baby that pays the price next? You’re an adult. You know the risks of being here and with Morpheus. You consented. But bringing an unborn child into this-

Is that something you can live with on your conscience?

“Mortals and immortal things should never mix. It’s our lives they play with, and we alone suffer the consequences.” Johanna turns away from you for privacy to compose herself. Her dark red painted nails fiddle with the St. George medallion hanging around her neck, sliding it up and down the chain.

You let the quiet stand uninterrupted. A moment of silence for Astra Logue and Rachel.

Johanna breaks it first. The grief has passed and she can breathe freely now. “What are you thinking right now, love?” She asks. Her eyes are dry, if a little red still.

You’re struck by the strength that radiates off of her. The sheer force of her presence envelops her like armor. Her limbs are strung with sharpened steel, not ordinary flesh and bone.

“Can I be honest?” For all that she’s given you to think about, you know yourself. Your compass has always been pointed due North.

“By all means.” Her dark eyes are as warm as a cup of hot tea.

“I love him. I can’t not love him. I’ve tried. But I… I will never be anything other than myself. I want you to know that. You don’t have to protect me. You can forgive yourself for Astra and Rachel. I absolve you, Johanna.”

Your words pierce through her armored countenance sharper than an arrow.

“He’s not going to chew me up and spit me out. I swear it. Thank you for coming for me. Thank you for helping me to understand. He wronged Rachel and who knows who else, I don’t doubt that for one second.” You reach out to gently rest your hand on Johanna’s arm. Her body temperature runs hotter than you expect.

You have to blink away the memory of cool skin warmed by the heat of your skin and eyes the color of ice and blue flame, all at the same time. “But I’ve walked away from him before. My liberty is my beginning and end. You know when you get frostbitten, and you lose your extremities first because your body agrees to sacrifice anything to keep your organs alive? Like that. That’s how I fight, to the very last cell. If I decide to stay here, that decision will be made freely and without duress.”

Her gaze searches you for any small fracture or chipping paint in your resolve. She finds no such weakness.

“My goal was that I might convince you to walk away. But I understand. Though I won’t force you from here unwillingly, I also know you’re not here willingly.” Johanna raises one of her dark eyebrows knowingly. She’s seen this before, perhaps, seen countless other humans walk deeper into the abyss instead of returning to safer shores.

Who are you to flout convention? “I’m not, unfortunately. I wish we could’ve met again under better circumstances.” The pressure on your chest lightens as you take in Johanna’s soft, proud smile, despite how badly she wants to disapprove, and how the stress lines that signal her burdens disappear when she thinks of softer things. Like you.

It gives you pause. Perhaps in another world, another time, another universe…

Or perhaps not, as long as there were dreams to be had in those alternate realities and a dark haired lord to dream of.

Her brow furrows. “Don’t you worry. You can’t get rid of me that easily. I’m bound by honor to fight for you. To protect you, so you can truly decide if this is what you want. You’re not alone here. I will be your sword,” Johanna declares. She’s a knight with dented, tarnished armor, sure, but a knight all the same.

You’re simply unsure if you’re in need of rescue. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Not over me,” You tell her. 

“You think I can’t hold my own against him? Really? Love, I’m hurt, crushed. You’ve wounded me with your doubt,” Johanna quips, dramatically holding her hand to her chest with a fake gasp. She only holds the pose for half a second before succumbing to giggles.

“My apologies, Lady Knight.” You summon all the poise you can and incline your head with the affected, overdone elegance of some queen from a storybook.

Johanna’s giggles turn into hiccups, no doubt from the prodigious quantity of moonshine. “‘S alright, princess. You’ll see.”

“Why do I have the strangest feeling you mean that literally?” You sigh as you gently pry the empty bottle away from her, feeling half like a mother already.

Her eye teeth, unnaturally long and sharp like twin daggers, poke out of her parted lips stretched into a thin smile. “Some things are still for me to know and you to find out.”

You nod as if that platitude is enough, as if lies from Johanna Constantine’s mouth are easier to swallow than lies from Morpheus’s. But you know instinctively that if you went to Morpheus and asked outright, he’d tell you the truth. “Alright, I’ll leave it be. For now. But don’t be fooled- I’ll find out whatever it is you’re plotting eventually.” Johanna has underestimated you.

Morpheus doesn’t. He told you he loved you after you slit a man’s throat for him.

She pats your hand gently before pulling herself to her feet and stretching her wiry, muscular arms above her head. “I have no doubt about that, princess. Get some rest. No offense but you look…” Johanna gestures to the marks on your face left by sleepless nights, the hollows of your eyes so dark they almost look like bruises.

And the sallow tinge to your skin, and how you grimace every now and then, painfully reminded by your swollen joints and overworked muscles that you were not meant for this environment. You were not born to thrive here, without real sunlight. There is only the impression of sunlight dreamed by billions, and the air is not the air of the atmosphere of Earth. Your lungs don’t know how to process the memory of air in place of the real stuff.

“Sometimes it’s hard to sleep here. I can’t tell the difference anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake,” You admit, tucking your chin into your collarbone, feeling a sudden rush of shame at the weakness bred into your genes.

No. You should not be ashamed. If you looked hard enough, you would find your own dreams built into the foundation of this great palace.

Johanna’s face twists with sympathy. “Traversing realms is difficult even for the most experienced sorcerers. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I will go to Dream of the Endless and see what we can do to make you more comfortable,” She says. She leaves with a drunken stumble, steadying herself on the doorway before making it out into the hall.

The bouquet of flowers that stands on your bedside table draws your attention. Morpheus picked them himself for you from the meadows of Fiddler’s Green. He asked you to point out the ones you liked so you wouldn’t have to bend down to gather the violets and daisies and chicory yourself. You remember how his eyes fluttered shut in contentment when you touched his cheek in thanks.

A fevered urge stirs in your breast, taking control of your shaking hands and disoriented mind. You recognize it as a desire for unveiled honesty and the comfort that can only be found in someone else’s arms.

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Constantine is done, but so is Tim

(This happened a bit before Alfred’s and Jason’s headcanons)

*”And I’m tell you that I would know if it was something supernatural. Even Alfred checked you out and nothing was wrong.” John grumbles as he closes his occult book and his hands stops glowing as Tim puts back on his shirt.

*Cue very unhappy Red Robin noises as he reaches over and grabs a huge mug of steaming hot coffee, and drowns it.

*John simply rolls his eyes and wonders why he agreed to babysit the bedridden Robin, but remembers the look of stress in Bruce’s eyes as he asks for help.

*”Fine, you spoiled little brat, let’s get going.” He grumbles as he helps Tim up off of the bed and follows him out of the Batcave and back to the building in question. (While also sending a quick update to the rest of the Bat family)

*Cue a very long, and awkward, walk to the abandoned warehouse, still covered in yellow police tape and the floor covered in dried and old blood.

*Splitting up, while not the best idea, did help Tim remember where he was originally meant to enter from. Which was covered in claw marks (deep into the brick and steel surrounding the high window a good 40 feet up) and a black slime that smells faintly of what he thinks stardust would smell like.

*While Tim, dressed in civilian clothes-trying to blend in, is checking it out, he hears John yelping and cursing in ancient Latin through the steel and brick walls.

*Tim scrambles towards the hole in the wall, and finds Constantine trying to dodge some type of sheep with wings, colored in blues and pinks, that was firing some type of dust at him.

*The sheep, or ram or something, seems to notice him as well and begins to speak in English….

*”Great, another two bit magician who can’t keep his nose to himself.” It huffs as it dodges yet another blast of magic. Before it simply begins to grow and change, spreading dust around itself.

*”Am I high or still asleep?” Tim yelps as he takes cover under a overturned table and covers his nose and mouth with the thick material of his jacket, as it was slowly turning cold, but the creature jumps John before he could return the favor.

*”Get off of me, you sheep whore!” John curses as he scrambles to get his trench coat off of him, as it was being covered in the strange dust, but gets a heeled kick in his stomach in return.

*Tim peeks over to find some type of demon standing over John’s groaning form. Horns like a sheep, or Ram he would have to look it up later if he remembers, and its hair twisted in blues and pinks.

*The clothing, if you can call it that, barely covered anything and he could clearly see that it had black, leather, wings and a long pointed tail.

*The demon jumps off of John and looks over at Tim, giving him a very confused look. Before it gives a clap and floats, flies?, over to him.

*”Little Sleeper will be so happy to see you up and about! They were so worried that they somehow killed you!”

*Cue slow realization that this demon thing, whatever, knew who he was and that it knew that he got his ass kicked by accident! Cue Tim trying to play it off, but him getting a disappointed look from the demon and a choked off chuckle from John.

*”Can’t lie to a demon, sweet little thing. But I like that you have the balls to try. However, I’m not here on a social call, so please drag this sorry excuse of a human being back to your little fancy house and leave the bad guys to us, yes?”

*The demon gives Tim a creepy smile before simply disappearing in a cloud of dust, that strangely smells of peppermint and spiced cider.

*The two men agree to never speak about the incident again, at least until they both get enough coffee in them to properly process what they just experienced.

*Also, cue Tim blaming it on the drugs in his system, which he has none of btw, and goes back to bed.