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In the CM being kinda part of the Strawhats.

There would be a poster for both Billy and Marvel, bc the Straw hats are fine with a child, Billys poster however is much more money then Marvel.

The league don't know who the fuck is this kid with a genourmous bounty

Of course, Batman finds Billy's wanted poster. In the photo, the boy looks painfully like Marvel. It's not the resemblance to the hero that's shocking, but the reward amount. About 900,000,000 for the child, and the reward for Marvel himself was 684,000,000. It's shocking.

Batman: Marvel, explain.

Marvel: Wow, you found her, ha-ha.

Diana: Why so much for a child?!

Robin: The government doesn't like it when a child shoots at Celestial Dragons.

Superman: At whom?

Robin: *with great joy tells everything he knows about the Celestial Dragons*

Heroes: *turn pale from all this*

Flash: This is terrible, why don't you do anything?!

Marvel: I would ask you not to meddle in this world. Especially in politics. They will figure it out themselves. Right, Luffy?

Luffy: Shi-shi-shi-shi, of course Sparky! We'll figure it out ourselves.

Hal: We won't get involved in local politics. I have another question. Marvel, why is your child shooting a nobleman?

Marvel chokes on air. The Straw Hats laugh, the heroes look at their colleague expectantly. Billy panics, what should he say to this? Why did they even think about this?!

Sanji: The boy was almost taken as a slave. Understand the child.

Zoro: If I were there, I'd cut that arrogant worm into pieces.

Diana: This is terrible!

The heroes look at Marvel sympathetically. His son was almost taken as a slave. This will be a huge blow for everyone.

Billy, meanwhile, was thinking about how to quickly return the League back to their world.

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Rosa and Victor continue to appear on the streets to defeat villains. Most often this happens when the children are at school, or hanging out with friends, or in another dimension to prevent war. In general, Rosa and Victor are heroes, trying not to leave the city limits.

But sometimes the situation gets out of control.

Today Darla fought the villain in Metropolis, since he had magic and Superman was useless against him. Diana covered her back, while Lightning quickly delivered blows filled with magic. But suddenly the villain begins to laugh loudly and hits Lightning in the face. She flies off and crashes into a building. That hurt!

Villain: Hahaha!! Thank you hero! You gave me so much power that I can easily kill you!

He dodges Diana and in the blink of an eye is above Darla. He grabs her by the neck and lifts her. Darla kicks, but it is useless. Diana and Superman watched in horror as Lightning was strangled by the villain.

Villain: I wonder how I should kill you?

Darla sends out a panicked distress signal. Someone from her family will definitely sense it and come to her aid. The villain throws her to the ground and steps on her, knocking all the air out of her chest.

Villain: You're not so powerful now, are you? By killing you, I can take revenge on Marvel for all the humiliations! And then he will die by my hand! Ha-ha-ha-ha!!

Suddenly, a tall figure appears behind the villain. It was Rosa in the white uniform of the Champion. And her face expressed the wrath of the Gods. Rosa grabs the villain by the neck and squeezes.

Rosa: Mortal, how dare you lay a hand on your Champion? How dare you take sacred magic? How dare you use this magic? How dare you harm my child?!

The villain wheezes, trying to break free from the tight grip. Dark clouds covered the sky and lightning began to descend to the ground. Rosa glowed white with anger, and her eyes burned gold. Diana and Clark fell to their knees from all the pressure.

Rosa: Your sin is incomprehensible. You wanted power? You wanted magic? You will have it.

The villain feels a surge of magic. So old, so pure. He is high on it all, on all the power that is pouring into his body. But the flow does not stop. It goes on and on. At some point it becomes painful. The magic is tearing him apart! He is overwhelmed with magic!

Rosa: Death is a mercy. Remember that, mortal. For such as you will die in agony.

Something inside the villain breaks. His core has exploded from all the magic. It hurts. It hurts so much. He loses consciousness.

Rosa throws the villain away and looks at her daughter. Darla's mouth is wide open and she's looking at her with big eyes. Rosa looks away in embarrassment, as she forgot Darla was there. Superman and Diana too!! She doesn't look at them.

Rosa: My child, are you okay?

Darla: Yes... Thank you for your help, Mom. You came just in time.

Rosa: My heart wasn't at peace. Well, I have to get back to the Rock. Don't be late for dinner.

Rosa disappears in a flash of golden sparks. Darla got to her feet and looked at the villain. Mom was really mad.

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AU where the kids are young sparks that accidentally landed on Earth. Ultra Magnus found them. They were given to Team Prime to keep an eye on the three.

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Imagine that any existing movie, game, cartoon, story, etc., is an existing reality. And you can get there. And Billy Batson, aka Captain Marvel, aka the Champion of Magic, can get there.

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You could say that Billy kind of adopted all the kids at Camp Half-Blood. The League doesn't understand what kind of kids Marvel has hanging around sometimes. Also... Where did you get this kid Marvel?!! What do you mean you're his guardian now?! What do you mean he's Aphrodite's son?!

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Imagine if Duke.one day found out about marvel's curse, so that curse, and his reaction, will he feel better or worse

Duke lies on his bed and stares at the ceiling. Seven days have passed since Marvel's death. Duke still feels numb. In his dreams, he sees Marvel's body lying on the ground. He cries quietly, so that no one can hear him. Although who will hear him in such a big mansion?

Marvel was right. The League was not angry with him. No one was angry. Duke wanted them to be angry with him. Scream. Accuse. But he received sympathetic and understanding looks. And none of them contained anger or malice.

Duke: Why is no one angry?

Bruce is surprised by this question.

Bruce: They didn't tell you?

Duke: They didn't tell me what?

Bruce sighs heavily and begins to tell. About the notebook, about their versions, about Marvel's murders, about the hero's reincarnations. Duke listened to it, fascinated. His head couldn't fit all this. At first, he even thought that Bruce was playing a joke on him. But the man's face was impassive, and his eyes were staring into space. That's how Duke knew Bruce was serious.

Duke: I've killed him before?

Bruce: You mean your version of it?

Duke: Yeah.

Bruce: You're not the first Duke to kill him. We all knew one of us would kill him. We knew and hoped it wouldn't be us, but someone else. And that someone else was you.

Duke exhales. He's being honest, but it's a little lighter. He wasn't the first Duke to kill Marvel. And that explains a few things. Marvel gave up his life easily, knowing he'd be reborn in another dimension.

Duke: I dream about him.

Bruce: It's okay. You killed a man. Of course there will be nightmares. I'll call Black Canary to talk to you. Okay?

Duke: Yeah. I'd be happy to.

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About Billy keeps dying au

Is it crazy to think that if an interdimensional portal were opened, Marvel who was reborn after being killed could meet up with fellow Leaguers from his past lives?

Like, is he reborn directly when he died, or does he kind of break through space and time and always be born in the same year he was supposed to be born? So does he generally have a standard age in relation to the infinite possibilities of Leagues?

Billy sighed. This wasn't how he'd pictured his long-awaited mission with the Flash of the new world. They were currently standing in the middle of another dimension's goddamn Gotham. And their home dimension was three dimensions away.

Flash: Where are we?

Marvel: Gotham. And also in another dimension.

Flash: Dude, when you said that mage could send you to other dimensions, I thought you were kidding.

Marvel: Well, now you're going to listen to everything about magic. That's the lesson.

Flash: Right. Shit, are we stuck here forever?

Marvel: No, we're just a long way from our home world. But I guarantee if we hurry, we'll make it in time for the free food giveaway at the Watchtower.

Flash: Then what are we waiting for? We gotta hurry!

Billy laughs. The Flash of the new world was young. And he had only recently been accepted into the Justice League. Barry was even different from his versions. Black-haired, blue-eyed, and curious to the point of insanity. The Bruce of the new world denies that he mentally adopted the guy, but Billy knows otherwise, Clark knows, and Diana knows too. No matter how much Bruce denies it, it is obvious that he has become attached to Barry. Billy is now eagerly awaiting Dick's arrival.

Flash: Do you have any ideas on how to get back to our home world, Gandalf?

Marvel: Did you just call me Gandalf?

Flash: Dumbledore?

Marvel: *pinches the speedster's cheek* Yes, I do, now calm down. We need to get to Fawcett. There should definitely be a portal there.

Flash: Why is there a portal in your town?

Marvel: Precautionary measure. Let's go quickly.

Flash: Race?

A shot rings out next to them. They turn around and see Red Hood. Billy quickly raises his hands up. Jason standing in front of them was the one who personally slit Marvel's throat when Billy was poisoned by magic and seriously damaged. Everyone wanted to save him then, to cure him, but it was impossible. Then Jason ended his suffering.

Jason froze when he saw Marvel. Just as bright, and just as big. He knew that Marvel would be reborn again. He knew, but doubts penetrated his heart. But now Marvel stood before him. A lump in his throat prevents him from breathing normally. Jason takes off his helmet and puts away his gun.

Jason: Holy shit, old man, you're really alive, huh?

Marvel: Alive as can be. Thanks for last time.

Jason: No thanks.

Flash: Guys? Anyone got something to tell me?

Marvel: Flash, meet Red Hood, he might show up, but we're not sure. Hood, this is Flash. Go easy on him, he's new to the hero business.

Flash: Hey!

Jason: Trying to mentor the new guys, huh, Cap?

Marvel: Sort of. Sorry, but we need to get to Fawcett fast so we can teleport back to our home dimension.

Jason: Try to stay out of sight of the other heroes. They didn't take your death very well.

Marvel: Got it, thanks for the warning.

Flash: Wait, you're dead?!

Marvel: Yeah, that happens sometimes. Now let's go, we need to get to the city quickly.

Superman: I don't think there's any need to hurry.

The three of them freeze and look up. Superman is hovering in the air, watching them like a hawk. Jason lets out a guttural growl and points his gun at the Kryptonian.

Superman: No need for violence, Red.

Jason: I wanted to tell you the same thing, asshole. I told you not to come to Gotham.

Superman: Sorry, but I couldn't ignore such a familiar voice.

Marvel steps in front of Barry. Clark has changed. A lot. This universe was especially violent. Rarely, but it happens. But Billy remembered a different hero. What else happened after he died? Now, the most important thing is not to lose control.

Marvel: Supes, how old are you? How is Lois?

Superman: She's okay. How are you? Still playing superhero?

Marvel: Of course, I'm not going to be thrown out of this job that easily. Well, Flash and I need to get back to our world, so we need to hurry.

Superman: Your world is here, Captain. You're staying here.

Billy didn't like the man's tone. Superman suddenly lunges at him, but Billy ducks just in time.

Superman: Marvel, don't make this difficult.

Marvel: What's wrong with you? Flash, run to Fawcett. I'll hold him off.

Flash: I don't want to leave you here!

Marvel: Flash. Run. That's an order.

Barry flinches at the hero's voice. Marvel rarely gave orders. He glances at the strange Superman, who was looking at Marvel like a dog looks at a bone. But an order is an order. Barry turns and runs.

Marvel: Clark, what happened.

Superman: A lot has changed since you died. Oliver's disability, Barry's coma. This world is losing its light. I just want to keep the light in the world. Will you help me?

Marvel: I don't belong in this world anymore.

Superman: You've already been killed here. Not there. You're safer here. Marvel, stay.

Marvel: Again, the answer is no.

Clark sighs, Jason tenses.

Superman: Then I have no choice.

Jason: Don't even think about it, son of a bitch!!

Clark attacks and pins Marvel to the ground. Billy watches in horror as the hero's eyes begin to light up. Jason points his gun, ready to fire. A sudden flash of light knocks Superman down. The Kryptonian flies away. And Billy looks at Barry.

Flash: Your hobbit saves the day!

Billy looks at Clark. Then he grabs Barry and teleports away, ignoring how loudly Clark screamed. His insides are burning from teleporting to Fawcett. He didn't like teleporting to other universes.

Flash: Dude, I don't like it here. Let's go home.

Billy nods and runs toward the old subway. Barry runs after him. There were many questions in his head, but he decided that he would ask them later. Now they needed to get home.

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Ok Billy keeps coming back au.

Seeing all those people, I just imagine everyone are careful and sad now, so imagine that either this is the first time Billy didn't got killed, or the first time someone who still haven't killed Billy killed him.

I'm don't want to lie I hope he survives, but everything you post says that he won't

Billy sighs. Everyone is tiptoeing around him. Which he expected anyway. Billy doesn't blame them. He just.... He wishes they'd stop being so careful with him.

And then Signal shows up at the Watchtower. Gotham's daytime vigilante. Billy had only seen him three times, since he usually died before Duke joined the Batfamily. Now was the perfect opportunity to meet him.

Marvel: Hello! I'm Captain Marvel! You're Signal, right? Gotham's daytime hero? Nice to meet you!

Signal: Nice to meet you too.

They shake hands. Marvel laughs loudly, although he feels Batman's piercing gaze, as always, watching his brood like a hawk.

Marvel: Are you here on business? Or just annoying your father like your brothers and sisters?

Signal: He is not my father, I don't know where you got that idea from. And I am here to familiarize myself with the internal affairs of the League, since I will be more accessible during the day, unlike Batman.

Marvel: I see. Then let's go, I will show you our cafeteria, where Batdaddy takes coffee as dark as his soul to get energy to suck the strength out of people.

Billy takes Duke to the cafeteria, ignoring the boy's complaints and an irritated Batman. In the end, Billy shows Duke everything, explaining everything in detail, sometimes telling funny stories about Bruce and others from the Bat Clan.

Duke eventually returns to Gotham, and Billy and Bruce see him off. After Duke leaves, Bruce asks the expected question.

Batman: Has he ever...?

Marvel: No. I was dying before he showed up in your family. Well, it's time to go on duty.

Duke doesn't know how to react to this smiling hero.

Duke: Dick, how do you like Captain Marvel?

Dick: A good hero, a wonderful person, has seen too much shit in his entire life.

Duke: He seems too cheerful to me.

Dick: ...... Believe me, if he weren't like that, then... a lot would have gone wrong.

Duke was a breath of fresh air in Billy's life. Ignorance was a blessing. No one wanted to enlighten Duke about what Marvel had to endure. And for that, Billy was grateful. Duke was the only one who talked to him normally, without any guilty looks or awkward silences. Billy liked talking to him. They even got to know each other better.

And then comes the day when the sword of Damocles falls on Billy.

The mission went wrong. Billy and Duke are sealed in an ancient seal that requires a human sacrifice. Billy can't break the seal, because it is too powerful. Created from the suffering of an entire people, created to contain the Gods. Even as the Champion of Magic, he will not be able to break this seal.

Marvel: The seal requires a sacrifice. A human sacrifice.

Duke: Like blood or hair? An arm? A leg?

Marvel: No. You have to kill a person and put it on this seal. The sacrifice will be accepted, and a portal will open through which you can exit.

Duke: What?

Marvel: Magic based on human suffering always requires a sacrifice. This seal is designed to contain God. And this seal is very ancient. We better follow the rules.

Duke: That means one of us will have to die!

Marvel: Yes. Unfortunately. But better than both of us rotting in this prison.

Duke: Maybe we can get help? Well, on the other side! And we will both stay alive!

Marvel: I understand your hope. But... A sacrifice will still be needed. From this side, from that side... It doesn't matter. Someone has to die.

Duke: No! We can't just give up! We have to fight! You have the wisdom of Solomon!

Marvel: The Seal is poisoning you. You're human. You won't last long.

Duke: I'll hold out. I'll survive. We'll be rescued.

Marvel: Duke, I know you believe, and that's good.

Duke: How do you know my name?

Marvel: I know many things. And I know that only one of us will leave this place. And that one will be you.

Marvel materializes a dagger, the blade of which was made of eternium. Duke flinches when Marvel hands him the dagger.

Marvel: It's one of the few things that can kill me.

Duke: No...

Marvel: I know it's hard, but... It's necessary. Sometimes we have to make difficult decisions.

Duke: No! No! No! What are you talking about?!

Marvel: Signal...

Duke: Why are you giving up on life so easily?! You have a family! Friends!! A city that loves you! Are you really going to leave them because of me!? I'm just a newbie! My death won't matter to anyone.

Marvel: *grabs Duke by the shoulders* Don't talk about yourself like that! You're so talented and kind! You'll become a great hero! And you also have family and friends who are looking for you, hoping that you'll come back alive.

Duke: What about you? What about your family?

Marvel: My family... My parents are dead, and my sister... she knows the risks I take by becoming a hero. She understands. The League will understand, too. They won't be mad at you. Trust me. They won't.

Duke: Are you really just going to give up?

Marvel: Maybe. Better me than you. You have to live, Duke. You have your whole life ahead of you, and I'm an old man.

Marvel places the dagger in Duke's hand. Duke's lips tremble. Billy looks at the seal and stands in the middle. He turns and looks at Duke. Billy spreads his arms out to the sides, a bright smile on his face.

Marvel: One blow will do.

Duke:.....

His hands were shaking, holding the heavy dagger. He looks at Marvel, who smiled brightly and spread his arms out to the sides. As if inviting him for a hug. Duke picks up the dagger. He closes his eyes. He has to do this. He has to. But he doesn't want to. He doesn't want to!

Duke takes a deep breath and runs. The dagger pierces the flesh, and Duke feels the warmth of Marvel's body. He slowly opens his eyes and looks at where it struck. Golden blood flowed from the wound. Slowly, the gold turned red. Duke froze, his body stopped obeying him.

Warm hands take his hands and tug. The dagger leaves the body with some kind of sound that Duke cannot understand. A few moments later, Marvel falls to his knees, and Duke continues to stand and stare blankly into space. Marvel's voice breaks him out of this strange trance.

Marvel: You did well, Duke. Great...work...

Marvel lurches to the side and falls. Blood soaks into the seal. The seal lights up brightly and Duke finds himself in the woods. He blinks. Where is Marvel? Wasn't he supposed to come back with him? He needs to be buried, right? Marvel deserves peace. Maybe if Duke searches, he can find Marvel? He's probably nearby. He wanders through the woods, looking for Marvel's body. He doesn't know how much time has passed.

He hears his name being called. But who is calling him? Someone is hugging him. Suddenly, Duke becomes aware of his surroundings. Bruce is hugging him, and Superman, Damian, and Flash are standing next to him. And their faces are sad.

Duke: I killed him... I killed him... I killed... killed... him...

The dagger falls out of his hand. Why was he even holding that abomination? His legs give way and he falls to the ground. Bruce follows him. Duke continued to whisper, "I killed him." Bruce stroked his back and whispered that it wasn't his fault. Duke feels tears, he screams, hugging himself. Before his eyes, again and again, is Marvel's corpse, with a peaceful smile frozen on his face. Bruce hugs him tighter, as if trying to hide Duke from all the pain, from everything that happened. Duke no longer screams, he cries quietly, burying his face in the man's armor.

Duke: I...

Bruce: It's not your fault.

Duke: He...

Bruce: It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Duke presses himself closer to Bruce. Bruce continues to hug him. Duke just hoped that Marvel had found the peace he deserved.

In another universe, a newborn took his first breath.

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The time of adults has passed. The time of young heroes.

Dick notices everything. Bruce has been twitchy and darker than usual lately. The man's gaze has become heavier and more piercing. He also began to disappear into the Batcave. Dick goes into the files and freezes. It was a clear plan to save Captain Marvel. This is unexpected. Dick calls a family meeting and they all hack into the security cameras in the Watchtower. They see and hear things they did not expect.

Dick: Now I know why he thanked me when I first met him. Shit. Shit. Shit!

Tim: Why did we attack him? How did we kill him? Did we get data on his weakness?

Jason: I want that notebook.

Damian: I don't believe John and I are capable of cruelty.

Stephanie: You're right. You're the only one who's cruel, John's one of the few who can keep you in line.

Cass: Is he...mad at us?

That question makes everyone think. Was this overly cheerful man mad at them? How could he even smile in their faces when he remembered everything they'd done? How?

Tim sends this video to all the young heroes. Their reactions are different, some don't believe it, some quietly panic, some scream that they won't do it, some deny it. But everyone calms down and makes a decision.

Be nice to Marvel!

They don't want him to associate them with their versions. So that he doesn't look at them and remember everything that killed him. But they also want him to forgive them. To some extent. They knew that those versions weren't them, but the guilt was still there and they couldn't stop thinking about it.

Unfortunately, Marvel notices everything.

Marvel: You found out about my notebook?

Dick: It's that obvious?

Marvel: Yeah. Let me guess, hacked the cameras?

Dick: Yeah.

Marvel: I'm not surprised.

Dick: Are you mad at us?

Marvel: No. I was never mad at you. I was mad at myself. For not being able to stop it, for you having to do it. The Titans and Young Justice were the only ones who hesitated to kill me. I wanted to help you somehow. I'm not mad and I don't blame you. Dick, you're great people and the best heroes I've ever known. Trust me, I've seen a lot of heroes.

Dick: Why did I kill you in the past reality?

Marvel: The League and Batman's rift led us to this situation. You and your brothers were caught in the crossfire. B still found a way to take me out. I'll say it again. Your version did a great job. There's no pain at all. *Marvel puts his hand on the Dick's shoulder* You're not your version. You'll never be them.

They calm down a little, but curiosity is a terrible thing, and if you mix it with guilt, you get a very strange cocktail.

Conner felt like shit. Maybe he had killed Marvel once. The one who had replaced his father, the one who had not turned away from him, the one who had become his family. The clone wanted to know why he had killed him, why he had killed his unofficial father.

Conner: Marvel, I want to talk to you.

Marvel: Sure, what do you want to talk about?

Conner: How...I...

Marvel: Killed me?

Conner: *Nods*

Marvel: Sivana teamed up with Luther. You and your friends were captured, I volunteered to help you, but Sivana incapacitated me. Then Luthor gave you a choice, either me or your team.

Conner: So I...

Marvel: You shot me yourself.

Conner: I couldn't! I would never do that! You... You... *tears welling up in his eyes*

Marvel: *hugs Connor* I know, man, I know. You didn't want to kill me, you believed that we would win, that we would find a way out of this. But I know Sivana, I know Luthor. There was no way we could all get out of this together. Someone would have stayed in that lab forever. I'm not mad. I have never been angry.

Conner starts to cry. Billy's heart breaks from the sound of crying. Then he couldn't hug Conner, that he pointed a gun at him. The guy asked for forgiveness so many times, for Marvel not to be angry. Billy wanted to hug him so much then, but the chains held tightly, slowly sucking the strength out of him. Billy hugs this Conner tighter, as if protecting him from all the bad thoughts.

Then the nightmares appeared. In all of them, they saw how they personally killed Marvel. It bothered them, they could not sleep normally, it exhausted them and then they often made mistakes on missions. Bart almost got stuck in the wall, Tim almost blew himself up when he was defusing a bomb, Wally could not concentrate on explaining the mission.

Then there comes a day when Bart almost dies because he's too tired. And that day, Captain Marvel is watching over them. So Bart is called in for a one-on-one talk.

Marvel: Impulse! What's wrong?

Bart: Sorry, I just haven't slept enough.

Marvel: You look like you haven't slept in days.

Bart: *Nervous laugh* What makes you think that? I sleep well. Really well, in fact!

Marvel: Bart. Please be honest with me. What's going on.

Bart: I didn't...I didn't...

Marvel: Bart...

Bart: I killed you! We've killed you! So many times! Why aren't you mad? Why do you keep smiling at us? Why are you so cute? We're... I'm...

Marvel: Are these the questions that keep you awake?

Bart: No, the nightmares. I see myself killing you. It always...it always hurts so much.

Marvel: *sighs* I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I'm not mad at you. I never have been. You're good heroes and great people. And I'm guessing the rest of you have nightmares, too, huh?

Bart: *nods*

Marvel: Then call me. I'll be there. Wherever you are. Okay? Will you tell the others?

Bart: *nods quickly*

Bart runs away, and Marvel watches him go. From then on, the young heroes began calling Marvel after another nightmare. Marvel stayed by their side and answered their questions, repeating over and over that he was not angry with them. Sometimes they had sleepovers, where Marvel was used as a big pillow. Billy even convinced Sandman to give these poor kids good dreams more often, where everyone is happy.

Billy just hopes that they can overcome this.

The sword of Damocles hung over Billy. And the only question was.

Who will cut the rope?

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Aka continuation of the previous post. Conversation between the League and Marvel.

Billy didn't know that the League would go so crazy when they saw his notebook. Bruce and Clark were especially pale, staring into the depths of space for ten minutes. Diana was pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Barry was tapping his foot rapidly, nervously biting his lip. Hal looked green. Arthur looked at everyone smugly. J'onn was already eating his fifth pack of Oreos. Shayera was tapping her finger on the table and frowning. Oliver stood straight and clenched his hands into fists.

Marvel: I don't understand your frustration. You didn't do this

Barry: You don't understand?! Marvel, this is not normal!! I killed you 43 times!! This...this...

Barry pauses, tears welling up in his eyes. Billy feels awkward.

Marvel: Sorry. I'm just used to it. It's always one of you.

Bruce: It's not just the League, it's the Titans and Young Justice. Why did they kill you?

Marvel: *shrugs* Sometimes you tell them to, sometimes they do it themselves, sometimes they're mind-controlled. There's a lot going on. I like Nightwing the best. He always kills me quickly and painlessly. I didn't even realize I was dead until I took my first breath in this dimension. You can tell a pro.

Bruce covers his face with his hands.

Clark: Did John ever...

Marvel: Yeah, along with Damian. Two demons who were enjoying it way too much. I gave them a few points for cruelty.

Clark covers his face with his hands, too.

Diana: Brother... This... You need to get help!

Marvel: Who? Dinah? Should I remind you that she's seventh on the list?

Diana: Brother, throw that list and those points away! What happened... How can you react like that?! You were killed! And very cruelly! Your face was melted! Your heart was ripped out! You were poisoned! You were mobbed and killed! How can you be so calm? HOW?!

Billy didn't know what to say. Had he resigned himself? A long time ago. But that fear still lived in him. Every time he thought about how and who would kill him. To do many things so that after his death the world would continue to exist. Hell, he himself sometimes pushed them to kill, because sometimes they didn't want to kill him. They always looked at him with sadness. As if killing him was not what they wanted.

Marvel: Too many lifetimes to get used to. And this notebook is like... I don't know... a distraction? A way to understand you? To find some kind of pattern in everything? I don't know. It's just that over time all the pain has dulled, it's not gone away, but it doesn't hurt as much as the first few times.

Hal: Dude. This... this... I don't know what to say.

Oliver: Have you ever given up on being a hero?

Marvel: Sure. Who do you think I am? But even so, I didn't even live to be fifteen. Once I was killed by Diana right in the crib, the second time I was killed by Clark on red kryptonite, the third time I was killed by Hal, who became a Yellow Lantern, oh, don't forget how Arthur chopped off my head when he was taking over dry land. By the way, the fact that the brain lives for twenty seconds after being cut off is true. I did the math myself.

Everyone looks at him strangely.

Diana: I killed you in the cradle?

Marvel: Yes. I couldn't even roll over. You killed my sister then, too.

Diana presses her lips into a thin line.

J'onn: Do you have a sister?

Marvel: Yeah, but she's currently missing. I'll find her soon and introduce her to you. She's pretty sweet.

J'onn: Has she ever killed you?

Marvel: Yeah. It's not nice to have your throat torn out by sharp fangs, but it's a lot nicer than being stabbed with arrows. Yeah, Oliver, your version of me couldn't kill the first time, so you shot me so many times.

Oliver: Thanks, I could live without that information.

Marvel: You're welcome. I need to get back to patrol. The city can't save itself.

Batman: Hold on. The meeting's not over yet.

Marvel: Come on, I already know what's going to happen. You'll swear not to kill me, you'll even create special protocols, but I'll still get killed, even with those protocols. So I suggest you calm down a bit and think with a clear head. And I'm going back to the city. Bye.

Marvel leaves. The heroes remain silent. The weight of guilt weighs on their laps, and the knowledge that they can't fix anything eats them up, depriving them of any hope. There's only one question spinning in their heads.

How dare I kill Marvel?

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I know this is a terrible idea and I shouldn't even think about it but....

Billy lives in one reality, then he dies and is transported to another, starting all over again. The worst part is that each time he is killed by someone from the Justice League, Young Justice or Teen Titans.

Billy was horrified by this at first. Why is this happening?! What could he do to change this? What the hell is going on?!

But then.... Billy just resigned himself to it. It even became some kind of sophisticated game. The boy began to evaluate how he was killed. Seriously. He even had a notebook with all the scores, which he left in the Rock of Eternity. Billy sometimes made guesses about who would kill him and how.

The heroes notice that Marvel sometimes looks at them strangely. As if evaluating them. Waiting for something. The heroes don’t understand and are waiting for the Captain to reveal all his cards.

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Billy is connected to a lot of magical creatures. He's their Champion, for crying out loud. Fawcett is a place where magic rules everything! Where else would you find fairies secretly selling pollen for flying? The people of his town are pretty magical too. Especially the current generation of kids who have a grain of Rock magic in them. So kids' magic is a bit chaotic and emotional. Marvel gives lessons every day in the park on how to control magic and how to cast spells so you don't accidentally blow up the house.

So he panics when he learns that one of his classes is going to Gotham on a field trip, of all places! He warns Batman. The hero of the night says he'll keep an eye on them and make sure they're safe so they don't get stressed.

But everything goes to shit. Another villain attack. The teacher is injured and the kids are kidnapped. Someone was expecting an easy score, but all they got was a bunch of crying kids and crazy magic. The warehouse is on fire, the villain is suffocating from all the magic that spilled out, and Batman quickly calls Marvel.

Billy teleports to Gotham immediately after receiving the call. He puts out the fire and calms the children. They cling to him and calm down. The magic retreated instantly.

Batman: Marvel, from now on I ask you to personally accompany your residents in foreign cities. And also report how many residents have magic.

Bruce did not expect such numbers when Marvel brings the document. It is almost the entire city!! It was even written down who has and how much magic. How did it happen that a recently born baby has more magic than an eighty-year-old man?!

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Billy really loved his coworkers. They were like family to him in a way! He just really wanted to kill them all with his own hands and tell them they were lost.

Marvel: Batman, why didn't you do what I asked?!

Batman: You said not to touch that statue. I didn't touch it.

Marvel: THEN WHY ARE A LOT OF DEMONS LEAVING?!

Robin!Tim: *sweating nervously*

Marvel: Kal-El, take care of your son!

Superman: He's not my child!

Marvel: Then take care of your brother!! He misses you!

Superman: If you're so worried about him, then take care of him yourself!

Marvel: He's been living in my house for six months now!!

Superman: This is unexpected... Why aren't you bothering Luthor?!

Marvel: He's paying child support!! So you can spend time with Conner tomorrow! I'll be personally overseeing all of this!

Diana: Brother, I think this is unnecessary.

Marvel: Sister, please, you want to buy an ice cream truck. Only it doesn't come with ice cream.

Diana: Then how does ice cream get there? Magic?

Marvel: *heavy and drawn-out sigh*

Marvel: Oliver Queen!!

Oliver: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Dinah: What is Marvel doing in our house?

Oliver: It was Barry's idea!! *hides behind wife*

Marvel: Really? Because that's not what he told me.

Dinah: What's going on?

Oliver: Could I have been the mastermind behind the Marvel joke where we all pretend to be dead?

Marvel: I cried for three hours! And now you're going to pay for all this stress!!

Barry: How was I supposed to know it was a super dangerous poison?!

Marvel: A skull on the label?! I hid it in a safe?! And a note that said, "This is a super duper dangerous poison! Don't drink it!! Barry, don't drink it!!! Neither does the Flash!!"?!

Barry: I... I'm... Alive, aren't you?

Marvel: *angry huffing*

Hal: Dude, how did you manage to piss off Marvel in the month I was gone?

MM: Don't count me among them.

Arthur: Me too. Marvel is one of the few people I respect.

Marvel: Who broke a vase with a thousand restless souls?!

Hal: Damn. That wasn't just an ugly flower vase.

MM: I guess the Watchtower is filled with dead people and evil Marvel.

Arthur: It's time to get the hell out of here.

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For some reason, Bruce's boyish side comes out when Billy is around.

Billy: I'm innocent, your honor! I was forced to do it!

Bruce: He's lying. A filthy lie!

Alfred: Master Bruce, why was this unknown boy in our manor stealing candy?

Bruce: I honestly don't know where he's from, Alfred.

Billy: He kidnapped me.

Bruce: Lies.

Billy: I'm not lying! He said I was less likely to get caught and punished!

Bruce: Nothing of the sort. Alfred, who do you trust more? Him or me?

Alfred: You two are being punished.

Bruce: Ha.

Billy: Why am I being punished?! I'm the victim, and he's the manipulator!!

Bruce: You took the initiative.

Billy: You promised me free candy.

Alfred: *sighs* Master Dick, get me a T-shirt.

Dick:...yeah...right now....just a minute...

Bruce: You're kidding, right, Alfred?

Billy: What shirt? What shirt?!

Bruce: We need to run.

Bruce grabs Billy and runs to the Batmobile.

Jason: What the fuck?

Tim: Is there hard drugs in my coffee?

Stephanie: What did I just see?

Damian: Father getting away with his punishment, how weak.

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Adult Traumatized Heroes: This world is rotten, how can anyone enjoy something as mundane as ice cream? Maybe others, not me? Right, I need to make this world a better place so that others can live in peace and enjoy the little things.

Billy: I found two cents on the street! And I didn't get beat up! I also found a great place to sleep! Today I beat up a villain and got free ice cream! And now I'm going to save the world, because it's the right thing to do! And tomorrow I'll rummage through the trash and I'm sure I'll find something tasty! LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

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Someone is always playing with time. Whether it's a magician or a villain, but most often it's ancient artifacts in old tombs that even the Gods have forgotten about that play with time. And who finds these old tombs?

That's right, archaeologists.

CC is a little surprised when he finds himself in a strange place. He looks around and sees stars in the windows. Is he in space? By the way, who are these people looking at him in shock?

CC: Hello?

People start making noise, especially the guy in the red suit who was talking too fast. CC looks at the table and sees the artifact he found. His mind starts to guess.

CC: Tell me, what year is it?

A woman in an Amazon costume answers him. CC frowns. Too far in the future. Mary and Billy have definitely aged.

CC: Well, what's your name? I'm CC, but my colleagues call me Captain Marvel, haha!

Everyone introduces themselves. Superman, Flash, Wonder Woman, Batman, and Green Lantern.

Batman: Do you have a theory on how to get back to your own time?

CC: Sure! Most artifacts of this nature work on the same principle. You just have to say the spell backwards! At least that's what my wife says.

Flash: You have a wife?!

CC: Yes? She and two kids. Since when did that get weird?

Wonder Woman: It's not weird! You just look so young!

CC: Thank you? By the way, you look a lot like a woman I met recently. Hippolyta. Does that name mean anything to you? She's an Amazon like you.

Wonder Woman: Yeah, I know her, but I haven't been to my home island in a long time.

CC: You should definitely visit her, she misses you very much.

Wonder Woman: Definitely.

Superman: I think you need to go back to your time.

CC: I think you're right, Superman, sir. I think I know you too, but I can't remember how. Batman, say hello to Patrick for me.

Batman: What?

CC: Patrick Wayne. I hope he gave me my hundred dollars back.

CC casts a spell and is transported back to the tomb to his wife.

Marilyn: You took too long.

CC: I just met some very interesting people.

Marilyn: I had no doubt, but now we need to continue the excavation.

CC: Whatever you say my love~

Billy enters the conference room and senses that something is wrong. Everyone is staring at him as if they saw a ghost.

Marvel: Guys, what happened?

Flash: Nothing happened, CC.

Billy chokes on air and teleports away from the Watchtower in a panic.