#new realm

[numbugwritingblog]

Mousetrapped: in the New Realm Chapter 1

Index

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03/05/2018

The sun was just starting to peek up from the horizon, its blinding rays shining out across a lone house set up near a cliff, fencing set up all around to ensure nobody would trip over by accident. This lone, two story house was situated a little bit aways from the actual cliff, giving those on the second floor a perfect view of the rising sun over a deep, beautiful ocean.

There were two people living inside of the house. The first, a rather short and chubby mouse woman, was yawning as she had gotten dressed, a yellow dress with black highlights on as she made her way across to the room of the only other inhabitant - her son, a young mouse boy. “Phillioune,” she said softly, knocking before she’d open the door. “Phillioune, it’s time to get ready for school,” she said softly.

She soon got a response, her son slowly lifting his head and letting out a long yawn, not a single noise peeping out of his lips. He slowly rubbed his eyes, looking over to his mother. He slowly got out of bed, his little patterned pyjamas doing their best to keep him warm without the comfort of his blanket. He grabbed a little notebook from the desk, flipping it open to the first page - which seemed to be a list of generic lines. He made his way to his mother before he pointed at the very first one, which read “Good morning, mom!”.

“Good morning,” she said in a pleasant hum as she knelt down and picked him up, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to prepare breakfast now, you go get dressed,” she said softly, Phillioune nodding in response. With that she put him back down before walking back out.

It was a few minutes before Phillioune came downstairs, dressed up properly in his school’s uniform, though with a blue scarf hanging around his neck, a metallic weight hanging from it down to his chest which read his name on both sides. By the time Phillioune was ready, his mom had already finished getting breakfast ready, serving a bowl of cereal with juice. Phillioune climbed up into his stool and began eating without hesitation.

His mom sat on the nearby seat, smiling as she ate her own food alongside her son. “Are you looking forward to school today?” Her tone was encouraging, smiling as she looked to Phillioune.

He gave a nod, smiling wide as he began using sign language while cereal was in his mouth. “Yes! Today has…” he paused as he swallowed the cereal, looking at his hands as he tried to remember the next word. “... Art! And sign practice.”

“You’re such a good artist,” Vanessa said with a warm smile, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead - her eyes briefly glancing over to the fridge with Phillioune’s latest drawing on the front.

Phillioune beamed at the compliment, keeping still just long enough for his mother’s kiss before leaning in to eat more breakfast. Waiting until she can see him again before he’d continue. “Miss Doodles is nice!”

Vanessa would let out a small giggle. “She’s gonna make you such a good artist when you grow up, isn’t she?”

Phillioune nodded with a wide smile, taking another mouthful of cereal. He was so excited, he’s been spending all week thinking about what he’s going to draw next!

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Phillioune was staring at his painting, tongue sticking out to the side in concentration. It just needed a little something more…

Hm…

Ah, yes! He took the yellow paintbrush and scribbled it down onto the painting, before standing back to look.

The gecko in the picture had his proportions all wrong, with its tail missing, with his skin painted entirely flat and his wand looking more like a brown coloured line.

But that didn’t matter to Phillioune, what mattered was that it was clearly a wizard shooting out a fire spell. And for that, it was perfect.

It was then that his teacher, Bianca Doodles, was walking through to check the paintings of each student that was in her class. She always started a little bit early, to give the paintings the proper time to evaluate them.

She was a dark brown lizard, tail ending in a stump while her hands and feet bore claws. She had this eternally unamused look on her face no matter when or where she was. She was currently wearing an art apron over her plain dress to protect it, putting on her glasses to get a more detailed look at the artwork.

Phillioune was standing a bit nervous, putting his paintbrush down as he waited for his examination.

Finally, the teacher made her way to his painting, putting a chin on it. On the one hand, it didn’t phase her in the slightest. On the other hand, Phillioune doesn’t think he’s ever seen her phased by anything.

“Impressive use of colours, little one,” she said in a soft voice, nodding faintly. “You’ve given it a real vibrant look without it being overbearing.”

She then points towards the limbs, very careful not to touch the painting. “However, I would recommend practising steadiness with your arm, so that you can make your lines straighter.”

… What’s stediness? Phillioune began reaching for his book, but stopped before he touched it. That’s right, the paint on his hands…

His ears drooped as the teacher moved on to the next painting, before looking back to his own painting. What does he need to practise??? An ear drooped as he stared at his painting. What was wrong with it?

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It was lunch time, and Phillioune was munching down on his sandwich as he watched the other children out in the yard, playing. He was eating a bit slow, still lost in his thoughts about his earlier painting.

Then one of the kids playing ball was called over by a friend, and rushed off without a moment’s notice. This left the other kids looking around confused. That is until one of them noticed Phillioune sitting nearby.

“Hey, wanna play?!”

Phillioune looked up after a second, taking a moment to realise they were talking to him. The moment he realised, however, he was nodding like crazy - wolfing down his sandwich in a few seconds (briefly coughing). He’d then jump to his feet, approaching the group. “What’s your name?”

He lifted up his scarf, his name emblazoned on the side, to tell everyone, only to be met with blank stares.

“... Sorry, we don’t read.”

Phillioune would drop his scarf, letting out a soundless sigh.

“Do you know how to play?” another kid asked, and Phillioune gave a quick nod.

Like that, the game had begun once more. Phillioune wasn’t very fast, or skilled, or particularly athletic, but he was having a blast trying to kick the ball back with the other kids.

Once lunchtime was nearly over, the kids began gathering their things and putting the ball away. “Thanks for playing, mouse!” one of them said with a grin, though they otherwise began dispersing.

Phillioune’s ears slowly drooped, as none of the other kids stayed with him. He made his way back to his belongings, picking them up before making his way to his signing class. If only he could play with them more often.

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The rest of Phillioune’s school day had gone without anything of note, and that night he had spent as much time as he could with his mum, though when she was busy he’d resort to reading.

That’s what he was doing now, half an hour after bedtime.

He was hidden under the blanket, night light held in his mouth while he had his favourite book opened up. It’s only been a book he’d been able to read in the last few months, and even now he’d come across words he’d struggle to remember the meaning of, stalling quite a bit.

“Phillioune?”

Aw, did she have to catch him now? He’d peek his head out from under the blanket, smiling sheepishly now that he knew he was caught.

“Mrr…” Vanessa stifled a yawn, making her way into his bedroom to gently reach out for the book. “You’re supposed to be asleep, young man.”

Phillioune moved his book away, pleading to his mum with his eyes.

Vanessa let out a sigh. “You’ve got school tomorrow too, Phillioune, come on.”

He began pouting, but passed the book back to her as he turned away.

She gently sat down on the bed, gently patting her son on the head. “I know, little darling. But you’ve got to be ready, and I’ve got to sleep for work…”

He slowly turned back to her, tilting his head. “Do you have friends at work?”

Vanessa blinked at the sudden question, enough for her to delay her answer. “I, uh… yeah, I do have a work friend.”

Phillioune looked down to the ground, letting out a small, wordless sigh.

He didn’t need to say anything for Vanessa to know exactly what that meant. “Oh darling, you’ll make friends real soon, promise.”

He looked back up to her, though he didn’t say anything else.

“What if we baked cookies together on Sunday, and then you can bring them to your to-be-friends at school the next day?”

He tilted his head, and then gave a slow nod.

Vanessa smiled, kissing him on the forehead once again. “It’s a promise. Goodnight, Phillioune.”

“Goodnight, mom.”

She stood back up, smiling wide. “Now get some sleep, alright?”

He gave a nod before Vanessa left, and he laid down back in bed. He’d take the night light out from his mouth, turning it off before putting it to the side. His mum was so smart, of course they’ll love cookies. He’d just have to wait a few days for it…

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05/05/2018

Phillioune was in his playroom, focused intensely on the paper in front of him as he continued scribbling. He was going to get a new drawing of him and his mom ready in time. He did his best to ignore the heavy rainfall that was going on outside, even as he could hear the ocean down below crash against his home’s cliff.

That was when he heard knocking on the door, his ears perking immediately. He curiously looked back to his mother, who was equally surprised as she got up and walked down the stairs.

She got to the door and opened it up to see what looked like a panda, absolutely soaked in water - he was dressed weirdly, wearing a long robe that covered his body and what looked to be a large, conical hat. “H-hi,” he said somewhat awkwardly. “Is it alright if I stay here until the rain stops?”

She blinked at the sight of this stranger, pausing for a second. “Y-yes, you can, but may I ask how you ended up caught in the storm in the first place?”

He let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. “I was testing out some spe- uh… stuff, and I lost track of the time. And the weather.” He let out an awkward chuckle as he took off his boots, leaving them at the front door to dry off, before stepping in. “The-the name’s Ruhl.”

“Vanessa.” She walked off to grab a towel to dry him off.

By this point Phillioune had gotten out of his seat, walking over to see who it was that entered his home. He looked up to the panda with a small gasp, holding his notebook in hand. He looked just like a wizard! He continued staring, watching to see what the panda would do.

Said panda let out a small sigh of relief, bringing out a thin book, briefly putting a hand on the pages to confirm that it was dry. “Thank goodness this didn’t get ruined…”

He looked up only to notice the child staring at him in awe. The mere presence of Phillioune gave him a shock, nearly dropping it from how hard he fumbled with it, before he finally hid it behind himself. “H-hello there, what’s your name?”

Phillioune walked forward and opened up his notebook, flipping to the first page. “Hello, my name is Phillioune.” Despite literally pointing to a pre-written line, his face showed all of the unrelenting curiosity about that mysterious book Ruhl had, struggling to keep his gaze on the panda properly instead of trying to peek behind as if he had x-ray vision.

“Phee-lee-own-ei?” Ruhl asked aloud for the pronunciation. “How come you’re not talking?”

Phillioune then pointed to another line in his notebook “I am mute.”

“O-oh.” he cleared his throat, nodding slowly. “Sorry about that.”

Phillioune tilted his head in confusion, before flipping through his notebook until he got to a new page. He then pulled out a pencil and scribbled down into it. “Are you a wizard?”

“Yeah-” he paused briefly, clearing his throat. “Uh, no, sorry, I’m not a wizard… I don’t know anything about a New Realm. O-or magic.”

… The fact that it didn’t phase the child at all told Ruhl all he needed to know about how bad of a liar he is.

“That’s Phillioune, my son,” Vanessa abruptly called out, back with a towel as she wrapped it around Ruhl. “Sorry for the wait.”

“No no, it’s fine,” Ruhl insisted, holding the towel tightly for warmth. “Thank you, Vanessa. So, Phil-ee-own, right?”

He gave a nod, waiting for the panda to speak up.

“What is it that you, uh, tend to do around here?”

Phillioune held up a finger as if to say to wait just a moment, before rushing out of the room. He made his way to the bookshelf, looking through the section he was allowed to… B, C, D… Here it was! He pulled out his favourite book, making his way back to Ruhl to show it with a wide grin.

Ruhl gave a small nod, forcing a grin as he sat down. “O-okay, let’s take a look.”

Phillioune sat down with the book close to the both of them, the two of them reading it at once, easily sinking into a chapter.

After that Phillioune turned back to him, smiling expectantly.

Ruhl gave a nod. “Y-yeah, it’s good so far,” he said softly. “So you read this all the time?”

Phillioune then put his notebook down underneath the story, opening it up to scribble down. “It’s my faverite, but some words are still tough.”

Ruhl felt the need to correct the spelling error but kept it down. “I can see why you like it.”

“Want to be friends?” Phillioune would look up to him with a wide, cheerful smile, as if they already were friends.

Ruhl blinked, smiling somewhat awkwardly. “I don’t…” seeing the little mouse’s cute, pleading face… “... See why not?”

He wasn’t expecting the little mouse’s face to absolutely light up in joy. “Uh… you’re welcome?”

Vanessa then came back. “Would you like a cup of tea, Mr. Ruhl?”

He gave a small nod. “Yes please, and you can just call me Ruhl. I’ll talk to ya later, Phill-ee-own, okay?” He gently patted the smaller mouse’s head before standing up, towel still around himself.

Phillioune gave a nod, smiling wide as he grabbed his books. He’s just made a friend! And with a wizard of all people! Best! Day! Ever!

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It was late at night, Ruhl had his own bedding set up on the spare couch in the attic, and was loudly snoring away. Vanessa, even, was asleep in her own room, ready to bake those cookies tomorrow morning.

But little Phillioune couldn’t fall asleep, and it wasn’t because of the snoring. His mind was racing with thoughts about his new friend, Ruhl. He was a wizard, he had to be! That book had to be a spellbook! Thoughts of this strange panda fellow wandering about, flinging out magic in flashy and epic duels flooded the mind, and so he’d be laying in bed excitedly. He couldn’t even remember the last time he was awake like this.

…

Finally, his patience wore thin, and the little mouse ever so quietly climbed out of bed. He got his dressing gown on, followed by his warm little slippers, and he ever so carefully made his way over to the attic, carefully climbing up the stairs.

He looked over to the sleeping mage, looking to see if he had the book in hand. But he couldn’t get too close, dear no, that would run the risk of waking him up. Who knows what would happen if you angered a wizard, no.

He was just about to give up and return to bed when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a faint glow. At the top of the bookshelf, definitely out of reach, it was like a glowstick hidden in the binder of a book. That had to be it!

He made his way to the bookshelf, and paused for a moment. He looked back just to make sure nobody was going to catch him. Then he began climbing up, getting little footholds as he could. He was still young, but as a curious mouse he was good at climbing. He made his way halfway, trying to get some footing…

Plonk!

He nearly tripped and fell as he stepped on a loose book, hanging on as the book fell down to the ground. He paused for a moment, seeing the figure of Ruhl rise up… Only to drop back down, the panda rolling over in his sleep.

He let out a soft, soundless sigh. Waiting a few extra seconds just to be sure, he continued climbing his way up, making it to the top of the bookcase. He carefully slid the book out, and held it in one hand.

…

How was he going to get down with it?

Well… he did just want to peek at it. So he carefully leaned it against the other books in the bookshelf, opening it up.

This was it, alright - the book was glowing ever so faintly in strange sigils arranged like words, which he had no chance of reading. The drawings, however, did seem to give an idea of what it was meant to be.

A hand coated in fire in one image, and then a campfire in the next. No way, this has to be a spellbook!

He eagerly flipped to the next page to see what else is in here, his mind eagerly figuring out all of the spells within!

It started off with simple spells, simple enough that he could tell just from the images alone, ice spell, water spell, a light spell, and a speed spell.

But it was the later spells that were more difficult to parse, an eye spell, a bubble spell, and a… wall spell.

After that was a… was this a sweating spell? Phillioune would particularly struggle with this one, it just couldn’t be a sweating spell that didn’t make any sense. But any other ideas on what it could be escaped him, forcing him to give up and flip to the next page.

And the next spell had two images on it. That’s strange. It was a cloud breaking up into a lot of small clouds - with a person in the middle. Is it a cloud breaking spell? How’d you even get up to the clouds, they’re so far away. There was another picture, that of a hand shape. He’d flip to the next page, only to see that it’s blank.

His mind was racing. This was a wizard, a real wizard! He’d flip the page back, looking at the handprint curiously. He really should put this back now that he’s learnt that it is indeed a wizard book.

… But what’s one little spell hurt? The handprint must be in order to control the weather, so maybe he could make this rain end early. He’d curiously put his hand against the handprint, and-

The freezing burst of wind immediately met him. Looking down would show dirt and ground far below. If he could talk, this would be the moment where he’d scream. But all he could manage to do was flail his arms before he impacted the ground moments later.

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06/05/2018

The sun was just starting to peek up from the horizon, its blinding rays shining out across a lone house set up near a cliff, fencing set up all around to ensure nobody would trip over by accident. This lone, two story house was situated a little bit aways from the actual cliff, giving those on the second floor a perfect view of the rising sun over a deep, beautiful ocean.

Vanessa was yawning as she had gotten dressed, ready to take her son over to school once again. “Phillioune,” she said softly, knocking before she’d open the door. “Phillioune, it’s a lovely morning,” she said softly.

… Even opening the door, there was no reply. Strange, he normally would wake up at around this time. She walked into Phillioune’s room, making her way to the bed, upon which she immediately knew something was wrong. “Phillioune?!” He wasn’t in bed. “Phillioune!”

Immediately her worst fears came to life, and she rushed up the attic to see that her little boy wasn’t kidnapped. The panda was still asleep (having fallen off the couch at some point), so it couldn’t have been him. “Ruhl,” she spoke up in a hurried tone. “Ruhl, I need you to wake up.”

It took a bit, but Ruhl was soon yawning out, stretching slowly as he sat up from his bed. “Mrrn… morning,” he mumbled. “What is it?”

“Did you speak with Phillioune last night by any chance?” Vanessa called out in a hurried tone.

Ruhl shook his head. “No. Why?”

“He’s missing.”

He blinked awake in shock, slowly getting to his feet. “Missing?” Such a worrisome thing to hear about a small child. He better help look, it was the least he could do. But first, he should make sure he had his-

Where’s his book?

He left it on top of the bookshelf, out of reach of the little kid, where is-

Seeing the book on the floor (and distinctly remembering the room was clean last night), Ruhl’s eyes widened. “No. No, no, no.”

“I know, we need to find him!” Vanessa called out.

“My book’s gone!” Ruhl called out in shock, fumbling back and tripping over the couch.

“... Priorities.”

“That book’s how I get home!” Ruhl yelled out in defence. After the weird look he got from Vanessa, he elaborated more. “U-uhm, I’m a mage, and… that book has a teleport spell planted in it, just in case I ever ran out of magic…”

More blank silence.

Wait.

Ruhl’s eyes widened further. “Oh no.”

Vanessa let out a frustrated sigh. “My son first, then we can look for your… roleplay book.”

“I- I think- I think he got teleported!”

Vanessa froze, turning back to him. “... You’re pulling a cruel prank, aren’t you?”

He shook his head slowly, eyes wide in fear.

“...” Vanessa was staring at him with daggers in her eyes. Then she abruptly screamed out, making the panda jump and trip over the couch again. “Then where is Phillioune?!”

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The sound of running water was oddly peaceful… Phillioune was feeling relaxed in his dream, gently being carried away… Like he was flying over the world…

Splash!

A dash of cold water to the body jolted him, and he flicked his head up. What?! What’s going on?!

He looked around in a panic, quickly seeing that he was being dragged by the legs! Looking forward, he’d see… uh… something. Dragging him. He panicked, flicking his limbs about. This clearly startled the… well, whatever it was, slinging back its vinelike limbs and letting out a screech. The both of them ran in opposite directions in perfect sync with each other, equally afraid of each other. The young mouse was panting out in shock and fear, eyes wide as he looked around. Why was he outside?! Why’s his pyjamas covered in dirt and mud?! What happened?!

It took only a few seconds to notice a line in the ground, and thinking for a moment Phillioune realised that must’ve been him. Especially since it stopped at the small creek.

He looked the other direction, seeing that weird vine thing going into this… absolutely gigantic woods. Why were the trees so tall? Was he in some kind of giant forest, they were like skysca- skyper- sycra- the really, really tall buildings!

No, no, focus. Focus. He would continue to follow the trail, making his way along out of these massive trees, until he saw a familiar hill. He’d run up to the top of it, panting as he looked over to the sunrise. He’d know this sunrise at any moment, it’s the same sunrise he and his mum would wake up to every morning…

But…

But his home’s gone! Where did it go?!

He would look left, and then look right. Nothing, nobody. Looking down, though, he did notice something. It was a book- wait, no, it was the book. Ruhl’s wizard book, now glowing a bright purple. He’d open it up, seeing all of the same unfamiliar runes. Why did this happen? He was looking at the spells, and-

The weather control one. He’d stare at it a bit longer, trying to piece everything together. As everything came back to him, it all started to make sense… This book took him somewhere. Well, getting back should be easy. He put his hand on the handprint, and…

…

……

Nothing.

He’d move his hand back before pushing it back in, his arm starting to shake.

Still nothing.

He’d slam the book shut, opening it back up to shove his hand against the page with force.

Why wasn’t it working?!

He closed the book up and held it close, looking around. He was all alone, he couldn't yell out for help, he had no idea what was going on, and all he had to keep safe was his pyjamas and a book. Oh, and he was already wet and cold.

This was the most afraid he’s ever been in his whole life.

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Next Chapter.

[bluerosefox]

Always Favors You

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[bet-on-me-13]

The First Supervillain

So! A Typical "Early Start" AU where the events of The Show happen early in the Timeline. Like, in the 70's or 80's.

Danny never quite managed to fix his Public Perception, and even years into his career people still saw him as the Villain.

Coincidentally Valerie was seen as a Hero because of how often they were seen fighting. Even after they revealed their Identities and got together, they still had the occasional Battle. It was their love language.

His role as the Villain was Cemented when Pariah launched his Second Invasion of Earth after some dumbass accidentally freed him, and Danny took the Blame for it. Instead of being seen as the Hero who battled Pariah and stopped the Invasion, he was seen as the Tyrant to launched the Invasion in the first place, with Red Huntess being the one to defeat him in one final Ultimate Battle.

And honestly? He was fine with that. Now that he was the King of the Ghost Zone, he had the Authority to Regulate the Portal so villains stopped getting through. And that meant that he wasn't needed to stop random Ghost Attacks anymore. He could finally focus on College and his own Life, instead of sacrificing everything to act as the Protector of the Human Realm.

Val continued to be a Hero for a few more years, eventually retiring when it became Clear that the new generation of Heroes could pick up the Slack.

He went to College, got a Job as an Aerospace Engineer, and eventually proposed to Valerie.

About 20 years since his initial Accident, and he was doing great! He had moved into a humble home on the edge of town with his loving wife Val, his beautiful daughter Ellie, and his cute dog Cujo.

Yeah, life was good.

Until the day Danny accidently caused a Mass Crisis.

...

Superman was having some extreme trouble in dealing with his current Opponent. He had just been flying around the City, patrolling as Usual, when all of a sudden he had been attacked by a Flying Mech Suit.

At first he had assumed that Lex was giving it another Go, but he quickly realized that was not the case when the Armor seemed to Phase though solid matter in the middle of the battle. Lex had never made Tech advanced enough to do that on the fly.

This opponent was tough too. Strong enough and Durable enough to go blow for blow with him, and seemingly able to pull Advanced Weaponry from out of nowhere whenever he wanted. As tough as it was to admit, Superman as losing the Battle.

Then, without warning, the battle stopped. His opponent was staring at the space just behind him, with a look of pure dread. He turned around, and his heart stopped.

Floating behind him, staring right past him and directly at the Mech Suit, was the First Villain Phantom.

He looked much the same as when he had last been seen, although he was definitely Older. He had snow white hair, and glowing green eyes that seemed to stare right past him and into his very soul. He was wearing what seemed to be a costume of sorts, with an all black suit, white gloves, and white boots. Over his Shoulders sat a Cloak made of Stars, and above his head sat a Crown made of an Icy Blue Fire.

The Mech tried for a greeting, "Er- Hello t-Lord Phantom. How do you d-"

"Skulker."

"Y-yes?"

"What are you doing here? I thought I gave you explicit orders to stay in the Ghost Zone until further notice. You disobeyed me."

"Okay look. I got excited, that's my fault. It's just, I got anxious waiting. Can you really blame me? I've been waiting 20 years to take another Crack at the Human World, what's it matter if I left a few weeks Early?"

"I told you. You were supposed to wait exactly 20 Years, and you left Early. This calls for punishment."

"No wait!"

"Let's see how you feel after a few days as Soup."

The Villain pulled out a Thermos, and in a flash of green light, Skulker was gone, and the King was capping the Thermos. He then turned to Superman.

"I apologize for him, he decided to leave ahead of schedule." The King addressed him. "Now, Kryptonian. Rest and tend to your wounds, you will need to be in your best health if you want to continue saving the lives of those people below us."

With a dramatic flare, the King reached up and Tore a hole in Space. Through the Hole, Superman could only see an infinite Green Void, with the sound of screams cheering being heard through the rift.

The King departed through the Tear in Spacetime, and it closed behind him.

Superman tried to collect himself, and activated his League Emergency Comms.

"Attention All Founding Members, and Justice League Dark Members. This is Superman calling for an immediate Emergency Meeting."

He took a deep breath.

"Phantom is Back."

[thevoidstaredback]

Danny couldn't tell you what he expected, but it most definitely wasn't this.

Time and Space were weird in the Infinite Realms, both bending to the will of their masters and no one all at once. They didn't follow a line or a path. Time and Space did as they wanted. Fitting, considering who their masters are.

The first time Danny was ten years old, his Grandfather killed him. He remembers that, in an effort to save him, his mother submerged his body in the Lazarus Pits he and his brother had been warned about ever going near.

As it was explained to him, the Infinite Realms has a base level of sentience at the very least. She allows herself to peak into the worlds She cradles to keep an eye on them. She found Danny when his mother had lowered him into the water and She claimed him as Her own. She bent Time to Her will, making Danny a toddler again, before bending Space to drop him in the world that would most allow him to grow. She promised that She would come back for him when the time was right.

The first time Danny was fourteen, after the second time he had been ten, he died. The parents he had learned to accept as his own tried to open an unnatural gateway into the Infinite Realms. He was the one to turn it on. The electricity of the mortal world killed him, but the energy from the Infinite Realms revived him.

He remembers the whispers barely heard under his own screams. Whispers and imprints of "I'm sorry" and "I do not mean to hurt you" and "You will only grow stronger" and "Welcome back, my champion".

Danny can count on one hand the number of times he's felt safe between the first time he was six and the first time his was fourteen. He can tell you the names of exactly two places he has never felt the need to hide from.

The day Danny turned fifteen for the first time, he told his parents what happened to him. He knew, instinctually, that they would not understand, that they are researchers before they are parents. But he held onto the hope that had been trained out of him when he was first four years old. He had hoped that they would go against all odds and accept and help him.

He shut down the portal the very next day. He destroyed it and all of his parents' lives work. He would not stand by and let them hurt his people when he could not be there to interfere. He escaped back into the embrace of the Infinite Realms through Vlad's portal, giving him the Order to destroy it. The only way for the citizens of the Realms to enter the mortal worlds was to use natural portals, as unstable and unpredictable as they are. He would not risk them again.

He finds himself wandering listlessly, letting the Realms take him where She wants him to go. Sometimes She takes him to places that are completely empty, places where he can mourn what he lost without anyone finding him. Sometimes She takes him to his mentors and friends. Sometimes She takes him where he needs to be.

Danny finds the boy just as the natural portal closes behind him, the sickly green and black oozing like a festering wound.

The boy looks similar to Danny. His hair is spiked, his clothing dulled shades of a hero's costume under a black cloak, a mask covering his eyes, his body being more filled out to match his age. But Danny, on every level of understanding that he is and ever will be capable of, knows that this is his brother.

"Damian?" he whispers. The Realms push him forward. "Damian!"

Danny cradles the body of his brother, slowly sinking to the ground the Realms produce for him to land on. He carefully peels the mask from his face and lays it beside the katana on the ground.

As expected of anyone who finds their way into the Infinite Realms without proper protections, Damian has no pulse. He is not breathing. He is cold. The wound under his sternum is not bleeding.

Danny brushed his thumbs under Damian's eyes, his hands on his cheeks. "What did they do to you, ahki?"

Despite having no mortal ability to do so, Damian's eyes opened. He started ahead, blinking when his green eyes met Danny's. "Danyal?"

Tears fell from his eyes as he nodded. "Hi, Damian. You're here early."

Tears fell from Damian's eyes as well. He knew where he was. There was only one explanation. He couldn't feel himself breathing, nor could he hear his heart beat or his blood flow. There was no pain from where his mother had run him through.

"She killed me!" Damian cried into his brother's shoulder.

Danny held him tighter. "I'm so sorry," No one should ever have to go like that.

"Father couldn't save me."

"It's okay."

"Dick and Tim and Jason and Cass-!"

"Shh, ahki. You will see them again. I'll make sure of it."

The brothers held each other as they cried. The Realms wrapped Herself around the boys, comforting them as she could. Her champion and his brother, both children She had claimed and would protect.

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@anarinette

[emacrow]

The batfam decided to play a new board game called the realm of Phantom which Cass had found in a vintage store...

Though when they began to play the game as Damian rolls the neon green dices first, they were suddenly transported into the real verison world of the game.

The sky is green, there a magical trail with green glowing trees, plants and animals. A sign between three paths along with little warning not to eat or drink anything meat related in the realm as it has said in the warning list.

Luckily the batfam had the snacks and drinks that were on the table.

Now it a race against supposedly time and space itself as each batfam roll the dice, pick glowing and floating neon green cards along the way, collect special items that has disadvantages and advantages.

Unfortunately during the time, somehow nobody was paying attention to Jason whom had snuck a couple of those glowing green pomegranate from a tree in the beginning while a certain someone panicked, had already eaten 4 of them, had thrown up a concerning crapton of icky yellowish green goob with red that screech at him like a chihuahua before it was about to flee and ended up getting eaten alive by some type of tiny floating blobs surrounding it and leaving nothing left.

He feeling fantastic though, and the urge to shot someone disappeared mostly was gone before anyone noticed he was gone for couple of minutes.

The batfam ended up meeting some characters that were on the board game, like Tuck the reincarnated Pharoah, little Ellie who beaten Damian to a near pulp whom kept trying for another rematch on his turn and ended up having to be dragged away before they ended up stuck in this place.

And finally they were near the end of the game where one of them must had the item to speak to the King of Balance... which nobody seem to know which item it was..

They tried every circle item they collected so far but none of them work. Tim is started to panic a bit, before Jason walked up to the Gate and press one of those green pomegranate into the circle like hole which ended up splitting in half, revealing the seeds of the pomegranate as the large grand Gate door open.

[little-pondhead]

DP x DC Prompt

…

There are no more heroes.

Well, okay. Rewind a bit.

Danny has been doing the hero thing for a while now. He’s had a big reveal; everyone has accepted him (including his parents), the GIW disbanded, the Anti-Ecto acts repealed, and generally, everything is going great. Some of the A-Listers are even training as junior ghost hunters to help give him a break from his rogues! (Being Ghost King makes things hectic sometimes, and he just needs the extra help. Sue him!)

The point is, literally nothing is wrong with Danny Phantom’s afterlife.

And then Valerie Gray, the Red Huntress, disappears in front of his eyes.

Danny is baffled! She’s just…gone! Valerie just popped out of existence, like she was never there. But no matter how hard he searches in the Ghost Zone, he can’t find her soul anywhere. His core isn't broken in grief. So she’s not dead. Which is good. So then, where is she?

Some of the others come forward with ideas on how to find her. A few ghosts volunteer to go out into the mortal realm, an area Danny had declared off-limits, to see if she was out there. Danny approves it. He rounds up some of the friendlier (i.e., discreet) ghosts and Amity Parkers and demolishes the outside travel ban.

So everyone spreads out, looking for their dear frenemy and teammate. But it becomes apparent very quickly that something is wrong with the rest of the world.

There are no more heroes.

Every single living superhero on the face of the Earth has just…vanished. Villains are running amok; the countries are in chaos! Some aliens are invading Earth, mythical deities are trying to take over, and society is crumbling to the ground. Everything is on the brink of collapse.

Well, Danny was still there. And so were his people. They were pretty spread out, so could they just…take up the mantles? He also knew where to find the souls of dead heroes in the Zone; surely they wouldn't mind coming out of retirement for a little bit, especially if they couldn't die again. Oh! And that skeleton army leftover from Pariah Dark's reign might be useful in repelling those invading forces.

Honestly, there were more than enough hands to go around! And with the heroes gone, Danny didn't mind letting everyone out for a little break, as long as they followed his rules. They wouldn't stop the search for the other heroes, but hopefully, when they found them, the heroes wouldn't mind Danny's intervention too much. :)

In other words:

Someone fucks up, and all of Earth's living heroes are either wished out of existence or are whisked away to some far-off realm where Danny hasn't checked yet. In the attempt to figure out what's going on, Danny lets the dead run amok over the Earth as they search for clues. The skeleton army repels the invading armies, the souls of dead heroes deal with the world leaders, and his rogues and other Amity Parkers set up shop in place of famous heroes, trying to get the cities under control again.

Basically, they just do their best to keep everything from imploding until the Justice League and others are back.

(And why is it that Danny hasn't disappeared? Well, whatever caused everyone to go poof! only affected living heroes. Anyone heroes that were dead in the first place, or even just half-dead, stayed behind.)

[1071png]

blorbo from my ttrp novels

somehow, every time i draw him he looks more moe but i cant help myself..

[mellowthorn]

a dream

[arcadiiian]

so i just finished reading assassin's apprentice

[justwannabecat]

“That’s it! I give up!” Phantom yelled. As though he had said something blasphemous, all fighting stopped as the participants stared in confusion. “You humans think you’re the paragon of all existence, proclaiming that anything different is lesser. Well we aren’t! We’re just as sentient as you are, and we have thoughts and feelings! You just choose to ignore it so you can justify your xenophobic actions!”

Phantom turned to Technus, who had frozen in shock as Phantom went on his tirade. “And you! Tell the other ghosts I’m done saving them, too, because none of you care! You don’t care if property is destroyed, or if humans get hurt, or if other ghosts get hurt! All you care about is your stupid Obsessions! You’re too caught up in your own mind to see what you’re doing to everyone around you!”

“But your Obsession is Protection, is it not? You’ve never stepped down from a fight-“ Technus began. Phantom didn’t let him finish.

“My Obsession is Space! If I had my way, I’d spend my nights stargazing, or maybe even on the moon! Instead I’m stuck cleaning up your messes because you can’t control yourselves!” Phantom growled. He glared at the crowd of people who had gathered, curious as to why all fighting had stopped.

“Humans are cruel and hateful. Ghosts are ignorant and careless. I’m tired of wasting my time protecting both sides from the other and being blamed for it. I quit. If anyone dies, or is captured, it’s no longer my problem.“

Like that, Phantom vanished.

The Fentons celebrated, not even noticing Technus make his own escape. The crowd murmured, worry just as prevalent as confidence. The few phones that were recording the event were put away, and later the footage would be checked. Unfortunately, most recordings were corrupted beyond recognition.

Most, but not all.

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Amity Park. Ground Zero for the start of the war between the Living and the Dead. Humanity and Ghosts.

Why it had only recently escalated to this, Batman couldn’t tell. His research found that there had been a portal opened to the Realms years ago, and the laws passed just a year after that. Most of the town was stuck behind an information blackout that the government refused to give access to. Whatever happened, Constantine assured him that it was almost certainly the government’s fault.

After almost three weeks of trying to get beyond the firewalls, he finally figured it out. “Research” that claimed ghosts were nothing but evil. News articles calling “Phantom” a troublemaker. Forums that spoke about how “Phantom” ruined the town while fighting other ghosts.

A video, old and grainy but still clear enough to be used as evidence. A glowing, white-haired boy that told everyone he was done. That he was tired of fixing everything. Of saving everyone. That nobody was good, everyone was bad, and they were on their own.

They used to have a hero, but Phantom left. Without him, both sides tore at each other until there was nothing but an all-out assault. They needed to stop this, but without a mediator they would not make it through to the ghosts.

If they could find Phantom, perhaps they could fix everything before it was too late.

[tanglepelt]

Dp x dc idea 137

Danny uses Constantine to avoid humans from time to time when he is phantom.

The first time it’s was an accident. He blames vlad.

Vlad chasing phantom. Constantine yelling at Vlad about targeting a realms ghost. Vlad won’t reveal himself as plasmius.

Second time. Also by chance. Why was the guy in amity anyways?

Giw shooting at Phantom. John having a crisis about the US government targeting realm ghost.

Then it became a thing.

Ghost hunters? Hides behind John.

Vlad being vlad? He is one with the trench coat.

John is just trying to investigate amity in peace. Not be used as a hiding place by a baby ghost.

Meanwhile Danny found a safe place to hideout and he is going to ham it up. Definitely annoy the guy. But hey people aren’t easily able to kill him.

[vwoop-prince]

YJ S3 Dick, still in the midst of his fever dream, hides underneath the 'souvenir' instead of behind some boxes, and accidentally opens the airlock trying to take care of the Parademons. The others get it to close... but not before Nightwing is thrown into space.

There, he stares at the ship holding his friends and mentors. There, he wishes more than anything that he can, somehow, survive. There, he tries to live, if only so his family don't have to bury him like Jason.

There, Nightwing dies, wanting to save everyone, even with the cold seeping into his bones far too quickly for a regular section of space.

Then, Dick opens his eyes to... Earth? There's a little house, and grass, and trees, but there's a bubble of green over it all. Outside of that green was an entire castle, one that looked like it should have far more support beams than it does for even a hope that it stays standing.

And the sky was swirling shades of that same green. It makes him think of Lazarus.

"Well, that's something you don't see every day." He whips his head behind him, a bit too fast for Earth's atmosphere, but it doesn't hurt him. Past the bubble of green was a blue-skinned adult in purple robes, the insides of a grandfather-clock fitted inside their torso, and a black staff with a stopwatch on its top. Beside them was a man with snow white hair, glowing green eyes, a crown of frozen fire dancing above his head, and the most galaxy-like cloak Dick's ever seen clasped to his shoulders. He's wearing... a hazmat suit? Maybe? The twinkling stars and odd lighting of wherever he is were giving him a bit of a headache.

But in front of those two, within this bubble, was...

"DICK!" Wally shouted with unrestrained glee, a blur overtaking his spot for barely a heartbeat before Dick's stuck in a crushing hug that he reciprocates once his brain stops feeling like its melting.

He doesn't know how long it took for them to calm down, but the man with the crown spoke up after a time, as Wally was still wiping their faces free of tears. "Welcome to the Infinite Realms, Nightwing." Dick barely even registered that he was still wearing his suit, but now it felt suffocating. "I suppose you're the one Clockwork was holding out for; There shouldn't've been enough Ectoplasm around you to form a Ghost, and your physical body's still in space. I can see why you like this one, though, Clockie," he states flippantly, turning to his companion. Almost like he didn't expect Dick to pay too close attention to what he was saying.

"Either way, there's two options for you." The man didn't let Dick swallow his tears and question anything. Dick's not sure if he's grateful or not. "First: Stay in the Realms permanently. You'll see Kid Flash whenever you want and learn to be a Ghost with the denizens of the Realms. Maybe find your parents."

"But..." Dick pulls away from Wally, keeping him at arms length, eyes flitting between them. The two outside the bubble were distinctly... ghost-like, so the mentions of 'Ghosts' make sense. But Wally looked... alive. A bit pale, a bit thin... but alive. Dick can't see any of his own skin to see if it was blue or tinted that way, but the Nightwing symbol on his chest kept flickering between its own blue and this 'Realms' green. "But--What about the others? What about you? Why can't you come home?" The last two, he focuses on Wally, because now he can feel a heartbeat beneath his gloves. Wally's alive. He's alive.

His friend just shrugs. "Something about their portals not fit for the living? I'm meant to wait for someone to figure out a permanent portal, but they won't tell me how long that'll take." Wally glares at the... 'Ghosts'? There was a heat to it, but it also seemed like this was a well-worn argument.

"The permanent portal was always an 'if', Wallace West. And that is entirely dependent on if Richard Grayson takes the second option," the clock Ghost--Clockwork?--speaks up. But instead of the adult Dick was expecting, there was an elderly Ghost in their place. Still with the time motif. Was that... more literal than Dick took it?

"Yes, the second option..." The crowned man glares daggers at Clockwork. The temperature dips below comfortable. Dick tries to blink the spaceship and stars out of his sight, withdrawing his arms from Wally to try and warm himself. Tries to remember he's not in space. "The second option is that you return to your body... changed. You'll be able to protect Earth better, stay with your alive family, save the Lost Ones... for a price."

Dick doesn't know if he should ignore the plural in 'Lost Ones'. He doesn't know if he's reading too much into how, in this Realm, apparently only his parents were able to be found. Where's Jason? He doesn't dare hope, but...

"What's the price?"

The man smiles and a ring of blue forms around his waist. It splits in two and travels up and down his body, replacing the cloak and whatever clothes he was actually wearing with a NASA shirt, worn jeans, and red sneakers actually duct taped together. The blue tint to his otherwise tan skin fades completely. His hair turns black. His eyes turn blue.

He was like a taller, slightly slimmer, way hotter version of Bruce.

The man walks through the bubble, but doesn't disturb the grass beneath his feet. "You become the Ghost King's vassal." Dick flinches away and almost hides behind Wally. "Not my idea! But, well... it is either this, or your permanent death."

"What does becoming a vassal do to him?" Wally asks, gently trying to stop Dick from breaking his ribs with how tightly he was hugging himself. Does he even have ribs?

"He gains my powers. Ice, electricity, invisibility, intangibility, flight... He becomes a Halfa. He becomes what I was, in life. Just... needing to make offerings to me, now and then. Something like that, at least. I give him powers, he gives me a chunk of, I don't know, chocolate once a week. Like a warlock."

Wally keeps talking to the man, keeps getting information that he knows he should pay attention to, but something in his chest screams to accept this deal, and he can't focus on anything else.

Nightwing can protect. He can return to life and go back to Blüdhaven, be the Vigilante they need. He can visit Gotham every now and then, help with cases and stop criminals from harming others. He can see his brother. He can see his friends. He can eat Alfred's cookies, and have little get-togethers with Babs and the Team--hell, he can argue with Bruce.

And all he has to do is... give an offering to this guy? The Ghost King? Every once in a while?

"There's no other price?" The King turns his attention to Dick. His eyes had shifted to a blue-green that almost hypnotize him. The green swirls, the blue forms and melts like snowflakes, and he can't look away.

He takes another step forward and Wally steps to the side. There was familiarity between them. Wally deferred to him. Dick can't quite tell why. Though, with how Wally hasn't once looked at Clockwork, maybe it's because he's... grounded? Are all speedsters in trouble with, what, the Ghost of Time? That... actually makes perfect sense.

"I'll be honest, Nightwing: You've impressed me." The weight behind the King's words lifts the ones that've been on his shoulders since he was nine. "You remind me of myself. Maybe, if I wasn't a Halfa... If I had a mentor... I could've been like you.

"Despite Clockwork's insistence over the years that I get back in touch with the living, I've held off. When he eventually suggested that I help create another Halfa, I locked him in his tower for twenty years. I didn't want anyone to go through what I had. But, now... I see that you won't. You can't. Even if you hide this deal--our shared powers... You'll still have people by your side. Strong people. Smart people. You can already handle yourself. And I'd love to see what you can do--who you can save--with my help."

There was maybe two inches between their faces when the King finishes speaking. Dick roves his eyes across the other's face, trying to find the common and familiar ticks that show lies and deceit and manipulation. All he finds is sincerity and genuine care.

Wally plays with his fingers from the corner of his eye, gaze hopeful as he looks between the two of them. Wally, who was alive and breathing and able to leave if he accepts. Eventually. Somehow.

Dick Grayson sends a quiet apology to his parents and hopes they will forgive him for being a little bit selfish.

"I accept."

He flings his eyes open. Above him, domino mask too wobbly to be properly secured anymore, was Robin crying and begging him to wake up. His hands were sloppily placed over his heart. Batman was trying to drag him away, the firm set of his jaw screaming grief.

Nightwing gasps once he registers his lungs burning.

There's a large cacophony of noise, multiple bright suits and people hounding over him, and the distinct artificial taste of slightly-too-much oxygen that the ship with the Parademons had. That he flew out of and died. He was still too cold.

Someone moves their arm beneath his knees and shoulder and Dick passes out.

(Dick 'Nightwing' Grayson dies in space. Ghost King Danny Phantom likes this too-human Hero. They split their souls in half, take one piece of the others, and all they know is that Phantom is now Nightwing's Patron Deity. Danny uses ice, for electricity killed him. Dick uses electricity, for ice killed him. They are opposites, and yet so incredibly similar. Clockwork was looking forward to when Danny starts putting off his paperwork to hang out with his new 'friend'.)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 225

Klarion is EXCITED. He's absolutely DELIGHTED even, unable to sit still as he flits from place to place. His baby cousin! Is! Visiting! Which OBVIOUSLY means he, as the older one, must make sure the main places are still standing so he can show his itty bitty baby cousin EVERYTHING! After all, he's never gotten to be the older one! He's always been the youngest in the family! But now he has an itty bitty toddler cousin- form recently shifted to match- to teach the ways of Chaos to! He's so EXCITED!

The League and heroes on the other hand, are Very concerned about Why the Witch Boy has been spotted in practically every major city in the US in the last few days. What is he planning?!

[voidlesscreator]

There's a boy in shards that just crashed through the kitchen window.

Normally Alfred would be on the defensive at an intruder, much less one that shattered the glass of the kitchen window and got glass everywhere. But he was caught off guard by how young the intruder looked and the fact that he had two crystal-like breaks where his legs and one arm used to be, with even more hairline and large cracks and breaks on the rest of him.

The boy(?) had tumbled into the polished floor and a bag of what looked to be green and black crystals fell out of his remaining arm, the boy himself looking around the kitchen almost frantically before stopping on Alfred.

"Help- please-" Was all the boy said before passing out on the floor, definitely injured but not bleeding. Alfred went over to the boy without much thought, assessing the amount of damage the boy had sustained.

It was bad given that the boy seemed to be made of the crystals and his three broken off limbs were in the bag of crystals just in multiple sections- Alfred thinks that he could see a pinkie finger and an index in the mess of shards.

After the quick assessment, Alfred got to work. He knew that Master Bruce and the children would be more concerned about where the crystal boy had come from before even attempting to piece him back together, but Alfred didn't think he would have to worry about that- so taking him to the servant quarters that were mostly unused except for his own room was the option he chose. Going into the laundry room to grab one of the clean sheets was the first thing he did, in order to gather the boy's pieces to easily transport them- Alfred could deal with putting him together once he got the boy to a better spot than the kitchen floor.

(During this time, Alfred wonders if the boy minded doing some housework or gardening- he seemed desperate to get away from something so maybe?)