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A MAKEOVER (See an illustration at the end)

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When the night lights ended and gave way to the sun's rays, she returned to her apartment.

It was the usual routine, and it wouldn't have been surprising if she hadn't gone out until the afternoon, but today was different.

Bambi: Billy, just the person I needed! Do you have a few free hours?

Billy: Of course, Miss Bambi! Do you need help with something?

Bambi: Yes, I need a model! I'm taking a course in hairdressing, and this afternoon I have a haircut exam. Are you interested?

The younger man ran his hands through his hair and noticed it was longer than usual. Normally, he would have grabbed a pair of scissors to trimming evenly, but...

Billy: Go ahead!

Sitting in the chair in the small kitchen, a rather coarse towel was wrapped around his shoulders and a magazine was placed in his hands.

Bambi: Sir, do you have a particular haircut in mind today?

Billy: What do you recommend?

There weren’t many hairstyles in the pages of the magazine, but...

Billy: No, wait. I want this one here.

She looked at the picture and then at her inventory.

Bambi: Are you sure?

Billy: Of course! I'm going to impress everyone!

Bambi: Of course, little man!

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Flash: Cap, you... wow, amazing!

Marvel: Incredible, right?

Flash: Definitely...

The weekly meeting, almost nobody remembers it. Only Captain Marvel's mohawk does.

Batman: Does anyone have any questions?

Shayera: I do.

Batman: Regarding the meeting?

She lowered her hand.

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(I made this bookmark)

Hi!.

I want to present to you my fourth bound fanfic-book. It has been a long journey to assemble it. From editing, stitching, binding, painting... it was quite intense.

Author: Eliezer Yudkowsky (originally under the pen name Less Wrong) Title: Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality Link: https://hpmor.com/ Binding type: Hardcover, stitched booklets. Paper type: Newspaper. Hand-painted cover: By me. Translation into Spanish: https://rhaidot.blogspot.com/

I have taken references from the books already formatted by the HPMR community on their official page, as well as from the translation blog.

But I want to thank the Renegade Bookbinding Guild community; thanks to them and to a training session on Word macros by an incredibly amazing member, I was greatly helped to reach this point. This is the first of many.

@renegadeguild

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Recipe #4 – Two Pies and some nuts

Marvel: Does anyone want a pie?

Flash running in from the farthest part of the watchtower.

Marvel: Does anyone else want a pie?

Flash comes again.

Marvel: I caught the doppelgänger!

All the League members gather around Marvel and one Flash trapped in a magical bubble.

Hal: How did you know which one was the real Flash?

Marvel: Our Barry is allergic to magical nuts! Taking advantage of the fact that I had a coupon for two Costco pies and some magical nuts from my last batch of cookies, it was a piece of cake to set a trap for the Roadrunner.

Some laughed, but Hal and Batman did not.

Hal: Cap... where is our Barry?

Marvel: In the infirmary. He’ll wake up when the magical anaphylactic shock wears off in six to seven weeks... or days. Yes, let’s hope for seven days!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | u are here

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Recipe #3 – How to Create a Temporary Divine Avatar

Marvel presents his son to the League; we already know what Billy was up to this Easter.

Two out of every three sorcerers prefer homemade spells. Join the movement!

Notes like these are usually scattered at the bottom of the pages of the magical cookbook.

Billy is interested in having a bit more time to prepare his recipes. It’s no fun when the cauldron melts from having been left too long with mermaid tears. Can you believe they become acidic with a long cooking time?

To avoid leaving the potions on the fire in the face of a villain’s threat, Billy has prepared “a temporary avatar.”

He only needed a divine fruit, available exclusively in the Garden of the Hesperides. Hera was very happy to help him continue on his learning journey and gifted him one without any problem. The rest of the journey had Billy singing a series of unintelligible chants until the early hours of the morning.

And presto, magic!

He only hoped that the league would believe him.

And Batman doesn't believe him.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | u are here | Part 4

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Billy body-swaps #9

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Oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens!

By all the good in this world, what is going on here?!

Why are there a bunch of photographs of him and such chilling reports on the table?

By all the good people of Fawcett! What is happening here?!

Indeed…

Billy regained his composure after a few minutes of perfectly justified panic.

Following protocol, he set about investigating his surroundings.

There was a bit of everything for it to pass as a study or office, but it was missing something essential…

There wasn’t a nearby mirror or any surface that could reflect him. Yet, even though he couldn’t see himself, it wasn’t a good idea to leave all his information within reach of this stranger.

It didn’t take him long to gather everything into a pile and burn it to ashes, but once again… who is him this time?

His screams weren’t enough to summon Superman to rescue him; it was a very strange situation and undoubtedly a dangerous place. He almost wished he could go back with Flash’s Rogues.

Sitting in the lone chair in the room, he closed his eyes and waited as time ticked away… soon he would return to his own body and would have to file a report for Batman.

His host...

How much did this guy know about Billy?

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Guess who just broke five security protocols and reached the watchtower?

Yes!

You got it!

Jason is wandering through space in a Nightwing's half suit, sporting a striking red bat logo and some awesome combat pants, stolen from Roy’s old wardrobe.

After two years, his old Robin costume no longer fits him, and now a new Robin has taken up those iconic colors. Jason feels the need to find a new style that truly reflects who he is right now, not a Bat-zombie. He really needs that.

All of this is part of his ambitious five-step upgrade plan.

It was all a bit hurried, but he had a purpose. However, he hadn’t planned on finding Marvel asleep when he masterfully opened the door.

Nor did he expect to find a child. A CHILD! Hooked up to a bunch of machines.

Marvel was the code name for a child. What was a ten‑year‑old kid doing living in the watchtower? Is this how the Legue keeping metahumans captive because they can’t be controlled?

Why Batman? No. Why could Superman and Wonder Woman allow this?

There wasn’t much on the Bat‑computer about his history, and nothing indicated he was a child. What had happened to the kid?

Was it his fault?

Jason couldn’t stop pondering his possible implication and responsibility. Wandering in circles around the room, he mused,

If things are worse than they appear, this kid needs to be saved for his sake…

Jason: I have to get him out of the Watchtower!

But what if those machines were life support? Damn!

And what’s with that giant clock on his bed and its absurd countdown?

Is Marvel going to die?

Does he only have two hours left?

Jesus!

What about the League?

This is Batman’s fault!

So he just sat down beside him and began recounting his story…

Marvel had sacrificed himself for him... then he deserved to know who he had saved... No matter if they only have two hours, he would summarize his life as best as he could.

Jason: You’re the first... and possibly the only one to whom I’ve ever told this long story… You know, everything started when I was born… this woman… and then Batman…

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Describe the feeling of being in a really awful state without using those exact words.

Billy returned to his nutritious breakfast, which said it all.

Jason: Marvel, are you okay?

Billy doesn’t seem to hear him, but he’s already sit.

That’s good.

Who is taking care of him this time?

Already seated on his bed, he noticed who was holding him…

Billy: Who are you?

Jason: Hello, Marvel, you really gave me a scare… that giant clock above your bed doesn’t exactly inspire confidence… or good news.

Billy: Yeah, it was Flash’s idea. He thought it would be fun to watch as time ticked away…

Jason: I’m Jason Todd, your host zombie.

Billy: Hi, I’m Billy… but I’m also Marvel, your meta‑hero and local master of possession.

Jason: Well, now that we’re done with introductions… are you here against your will? Please, tell me yes. I just need one reason to punch Batman.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | U are here

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Recipe #2 – To Bring Out the Best in Oneself └┴┐└┴┐└┴┐└┴┐ (Billy Batson's Magical Recipe Guide for Healing Almost Everything)

Shayera: Cap, we’re in position—are you coming?

Marvel: Sure! Give me a few minutes while I fix something...

The red marker was sliding erratically across the bound old scrolls: “literally extracts everything” right below “a pinch?”

Shayera: Is everything okay, Cap?

Marvel: Ah, it’s nothing. I just bottled Barry’s soul in this little bottle.

The slight shaking of the bottle before Shayera left her breathless.

Marvel: I’m looking for a recipe to put it back into him.

With a subtle juggling motion, the little bottle was handed to Shayera, who tensed up and held her breath... Was she holding Barry’s soul?!

Marvel: The proportions and effects aren’t well specified! What would you think if someone described it as 'a generous pinch'? It’d definitely mean one or two tiny pinches—not a whole fist!

Another scribble in the grand golden book.

Marvel: Because look at it! It extracted far too much essence! You know, this morning I was supposed to whip up a simple recipe to bring out the best in a person, but that pinch of life dust caused this minor problem. These ancient wizards were far too careless—they didn’t mention in the instructions that it extracts souls if mixed wrong! I’ve said it before, but if I hadn’t added more cosmic dust, I’d have ended up with another bottle holding his spirit. *He lowered his voice as he flipped through page after page.* So now I’m searching for another recipe to put it back in.

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Marvel: By any chance, you wouldn’t happen to know how to spell “reinsert” in ancient Aramaic, would you?

Shayera: No... sorry, Captain. That’s definitely a bit beyond the reach of my reincarnations.

Marvel: Heavens! Do you think Vandal Savage might know how?

Shayera: Ehmm, I don’t think it’s a good idea to ask a villain about it, Cap...

Marvel: I know, but I don’t know many living people who have learned that language.

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Part 1 |U are here | Part 3 | | Part 4

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The Marvelous Babysitter Marvel

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With some contingency plans in place, the emergency nanny arrived at the Batcave just when there were no bats left to provide any context for this mysterious favor. But hey, Billy wasn’t about to let this opportunity to be a Robin’s babysitter pass him by!

Damian: I need to carry my sword with me at all times.

Billy thought, "Could it be like my emotional support plush? Of course it is! So then…"

Marvel: I wouldn’t say no to that.

Damian: And also my ninja stars and sais.

Marvel: Of course, Robin!.

"Positive reinforcement, that’s Batson! You’re a good babysitter," Billy thought.

Damian: And we should also bring the Batmobile… I’ll drive…

This last part was delivered with less conviction, but that didn’t stop it from being appreciated by our hero in vibrant red.

Marvel: Do you know how to drive?

Damian: It’s child’s play; of course, I’ve been driving since I was six.

Marvel: That’s amazing, Robin! What a relief! I only know how to ride a bicycle.

With great bewilderment and a slightly agape jaw, Damian climbed into the Batmobile, fulfilling a wish he had held for months.

He couldn’t help but think that he should have the Captain as his regular babysitter.

It was his first experience with a babysitter in the strictest sense of the word. Are all babysitters like this?

That thought stayed with Damian all the way until they arrived to assist the Batfamily, alongside an exceptionally furious Batman.

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Recipe #1 - For All Types of Cuts

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(Billy Batson's Magical Recipe Guide for Healing Almost Everything)

When Billy discovered the book in the secret library of the Rock of Eternity, he thought it was pure luck.

I mean, what were the odds of finding the one book that was simple to understand and perfectly suited for a ten-year-old to use?

The important thing?

Right!

Billy is testing recipe by recipe, his own ability to help without using magic directly.

Of course, using his champion form to gather the ingredients doesn’t count.

I mean, can a ordinary human manage to collect scales from a living dragon or touch water from the River of Caronte?

After completing his first recipe, he needed a volunteer to test it.

He waited patiently at the Watchtower until a good test subject appeared. Arthur had just finished fighting against a sharp villain.

Marvel: Aquaman, would you like some help with those cuts?

Arthur: Thanks, Captain, but I think I can manage.

Marvel: But I have a magical potion. It will be more effective than any common treatment.

Arthur: Wow, I thought only Mera knew how to make those. Sure, Captain! Go ahead!

Billy smiled as he handed over a small glass bottle, and as soon as Arthur finished it, Billy remembered…

Marvel: By the way, you might need to sleep for five to seven hours.

Arthur: Sleep? Is that a side effect?

Marvel: Not really. My recipe book only mentioned it at the end—you'll fall asleep at any moment, Aquaman. I think you should head to the infirmary before—

A thud was heard from part of the Watchtower's observation deck...

Yes, this part of the effects wasn’t specified. One minute...

Who would've thought!

After taking Arthur to the infirmary, Billy summoned his book and scribbled a little red note next to the first recipe

Marvel: One minute for Atlanteans... I should test it on a normal person before starting the next recipe...

Closing the book, the Captain sat by the Zeta tube, waiting for his next test subject when... oh! Perfect, it’s Nightwing!

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U are here | Part 2 | Part 3 | | Part 4

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CODE 7K, WE HAVE A CODE 7K, FOLKS!!!

Marvel: Holly molly, what is a code 7K?!

Marvel asked three Leaguers who were running out of their rooms.

Marvel, without getting an answer, decided not to insist further on the matter. An adult wouldn't ask again… right?

At some point, everyone seemed to be laughing, and curious Marvel followed them into a hologram room. Generally used for training, now it had...

Batman and a child with him?!

Hal: The big and bad Bat has brought his own son aboard! The last Code 7K turned out to be Klarion!, and yet, this never ceases to surprise us. Can you imagine a world without child-on-board alerts at the Watchtower?

Marvel: Yes... I mean no! It would be crazy! Totally crazy!

Well, now Billy knows that code (Trap) exists... Don't blame him for not memorizing Batman's three hundred codes!

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A team time, Billy coexists with his other version once again.

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A little bit of Rubber Ducky - Captain Marvel.

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A little more of Billy Batson testing his powers with his version of Captain Marvel because… why not? Two separate entities in the Rock of Eternity seem very headcanon to me.

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Billy body-swaps #8

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Today there's something new. It's… It's… It's in a box!!!

A coffin?!

The jumper believes the hand is not that of an adult; he notices it when touching the fabric. The fabric is soft, shiny, and, given its inability to yield to his push, it is undoubtedly part of a coffin.

His young host has calluses on the tips of his fingers and knuckles, which tells Billy that he has led a rather active life.

Focus, Billy. He says to himself.

While reviewing the long list of items in Batman's contingency plan, two things come to his mind:

First, all the League is prohibited from going on dangerous solo missions on Sundays. Given the unpredictability of Billy's powers, this makes a lot of sense. So, two months ago, he jumped to a host outside the Justice League and he was trainned for situations like these an external host in a risky situation.

The young man wonders… Who would bury someone alive in this day and age? A mobster, perhaps? Or could this person suffer from that disease called Narcolepsy?

The second thought bubble bursts, and he thinks he remembers old videos of Houdini and the magician Zatara. Curiously smuggled in by one of the Robins when Batman wasn't watching. They did many things with their hands, then their young assistant pressed a button to remove the earth and… That's cheating. Billy doesn't think he can cheat in this situation… or can he?

A third thought answers that question.

Superman.

Could he hear him?

Normally, he can.

If he shouted from the subway, would Superman hear him?

This doesn’t seem as deep as the subway, but unlike it, there’s nothing for sound to travel through.

The youngest knows that Superman is always alert to his voice. Especially on Sundays during jumps!

An attempt leaves him with a sore throat and no response from Clark.

The contingency plan failed. Plan B?

Exactly. Go back to Plan A.

Batman has a very interesting flowchart...

Billy's new host had a dry mouth, and his latest attempt to call Superman was simply pathetic.

Plan C. Search for whatever you can and use it however you can. As part of the training he's been receiving, he must find something useful among his current belongings.

Nothing in his pockets. But there's a belt with a decent buckle.

Shoes... A tie...

A jacket...

And... Something sharp beneath his back...

It seems to be an aluminum sheet that extends up to his neck.

With all this in his hands... It looks like, after all, he’s going to apply the Houdini method...

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Gravedigger: I swear, officer! I saw a zombie coming out of its grave!

Police officer: Right… Do you know that making a false call is a offense?

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Booster: You can't be serious!!

Booster Gold shouted at Batman.

Booster: We can recover Ted! Blue Beetle?! A member of the league?! Your friend?!

Batman: Billy is not an object.

Booster: I never said he was.

Batman: But you want to use him as one.

Booster: I didn’t want to believe you were truly the villain the story portrayed...

The Gothamite looks at him and stops Booster with his words.

Batman: Billy doesn't control his powers in that way.

Booster: Of all people… why was your son the chosen one? Why can’t it be my friend the next? Huh, Batman? I don’t buy your excuse! You know something about this, Bruce… and you’re hiding that from us.

The time traveler disappears from the Watchtower with a whisper.

"And I'm going to find out."

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Billy don't left his room in the past few days.

He said he was fine. But he hasn’t spoken since his return.

He has lived through so much during his jumps, but this time...

Can you blame him? He just dug his way out of a grave!

And...

And...

And he just brought someone back to life!

This is planting something in his heart, and he fears... fears it might take root. This almost impossible hope...

Is there a possibility of recovering his family?

Billy decides to get some sleep. The adults seem very tense around him...

Especially Booster Gold. Billy knows the stories of all the fallen Leaguers...

It’s better to go to sleep, he tells himself again. He doesn’t want to think about the possibility of someone asking him to bring someone else back…

He doesn’t want to climb out of a grave on his own ever again.

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On the other hand...

Jason Todd is recovering very well at Wayne Manor!

There are only a few moments when his mind goes blank. Medically speaking, and based on extremely expensive medical studies, that’s considered a good sign!

And his physical rehabilitation is progressing smoothly.

Medically speaking, this is impossible.

But Jason knows the name of his Meta benefactor, a Meta kid who resides in the Watchtower with a unique code name: Marvel.

The second Robin wants to thank him personally, but Batman has forbidden all communication with the youngest and is deeply offended that Batman believes he will obediently stay at the manor after being revived as a zombie!

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | U are here | Part 9

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Does anyone want a specific continuation of any of my short stories or series AUs?

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New long Oneshot - AO3

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Title: No more closed doors

Fandom: Captain Marvel DC / Shazam

Characters: Marilyn Batson, Billy Batson, Ebenezer Batson

Summary: Married to Ebenezer Batson, Marilyn mourns the loss of part of her family and hopes to survive the confinement that her now-husband has been imposing for the past four years. Her son simply never wants to see closed doors again.

Warning Category: Mature

Warning: This one-shot contains: Anguish / Escape / Marilyn / Psychological Abuse / Ebenezer

Words: 2961

Link: AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/64140046