Hello! You might know me as the author of Billy Bat Son or Magic! Or you might know me as an author for another fic that you liked and came to see what this one is about! Anyway, for those who have read the two fics I mentioned above, you'll noticed some things that are similar. I did that on purpose. Mostly because I liked those ideas haha. Anyway, for anyone who's curious, this is not a sequel to Billy Bat Son or Magic. This belongs to its own little universe. Also, for those who want an update on what's going on with Magic, I do have a third chapter in my docs as a draft, but it isn't finished. I'm unsure if I'll ever finish it, and if I do not post it, consider Magic as a twoshot. "But wait! It doesn't say it's complete!" You might say. Yes, well, I got to make sure people know that there's a chance that it's going to continue, if only one more chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and have a good day/night!

'Oh no oh no oh no oh gosh,' were the thoughts running around in one young Billy Batson's head as he ran away from the place where he was being held hostage.

He then saw a light and knew that he would be safe once he made it over there.

But of course things weren't simple and an explosion went off behind him, throwing him forward.

For a moment it was almost as if everything slowed down, froze even, and Billy couldn't help but wonder how he got into the situation he was right then.

Then he remembered.

It was all because of pie and rumors.

With a smile on his face, Billy entered the Blue Bell Diner and sat down on the blue cushion stool at the counter.

As his smile grew, he waved his hand at Jasmine Kang, the owner of the diner. Then he held up his other hand and showed off a bouquet of bluebell flowers that were tied in a sky blue bow.

"Billy!" Jasmine gasped when her gaze landed on the flowers. She made her way over to the boy, having finished counting the money in the cash register to start the day, all the while keeping her eyes locked on the boy and his gift. "You shouldn't have!"

"But Jasmine!" Billy protested, still a smile upon his face. "It would look really pretty in here! And it's bluebells! It fits the name of your diner! And your blue bell that lets you know when people come in and out!"

The young woman couldn't help but sigh with a small smile on her own face. Her brown eyes held affection for the boy, not unlike one would for a younger brother.

"Thank you Billy," she went to hold the gift while the child let her, "where did you get this?" She couldn't help but ask.

Billy only grinned, held a finger to his mouth, and winked.

"Oh I see how it's going to be." She gave him a pointed look that turned his features sheepish. With a shake of her head, Jasmine went to go find a vase to put the flowers in.

A whistle grabbed Billy's attention to the window that led to the kitchen.

"Way to go Billy! Got some brownie points there." Jasper Kang, Jasmine's twin brother, teased the kid.

Billy actually rolled his eyes, still smiling and said, "I just thought that some flowers would be nice. And like I said, they fit your theme!"

The whole diner had the classic 50's diner look except it was in shades of blue and white accents. The color used for the floor was a light blue and white checkered tiles. They did have a jukebox that not only had older songs but newer ones as well. On the walls were pictures of landscapes, most often with a bright sky or the sea. There were paintings of flowers as well as pressed flowers up on the walls.

It was a warm environment that invited all.

Jasmine came back with a clear vase with water and the flowers in it; blue bow still holding the bluebells together. She sat it down next to the cash register, but not to close. It was what she deemed as a safe distance away for just in case someone knocked it over. After that was done she turned her attention to the young boy.

"Alright. You didn't come here just to give me some flowers," Jasmine cut to the chase as she leaned against the counter. "Want some pie?"

A blush bloomed onto Billy's face, answering her question.

With a knowing smile, she turned to her brother and said, "one mixed berry pie."

"Actually," Billy piped up, "may I have two? One of them is for Uncle Dudley."

Jasmine gave Billy a kind smile, tuck back a loose hair, and spoke the words, "sure thing. Jasper, make it two slices."

Jasper nodded, giving the child a quick smile, then disappeared into the kitchen to get two slices of pie in boxes.

Billy nodded in turn and went to go grab his money, only to be stopped by a hand.

"It's on the house." Jasmine told him.

The boy looked up at her, wide eyed, and was about to protest when he was interrupted.

"Think of it as a thank you." Was all she said.

The bell went 'ting' as the door opened, indicating a newcomer.

Billy didn't pay much attention to that, while Jasmine greeted the customer, following them to their seat in order to get their order. Billy just let himself feel calm with the sounds the diner had to offer; the going ons of the kitchen, the walk that was Jasmine's own and no one else's, the hum of the lights, and the silence of the jukebox as no one had offered it money to listen to a song.

It was peaceful.

If only it could be that way for the rest of eternity.

Often Billy would let his mind wander and into the thoughts of world peace or even peace throughout the universe. He knew that wouldn't be the case for where there is peace there is chaos. Like two sides of a coin they were. Without one there is no other. However he would still like to think of what it would be like; a place with only peace.

It would be nice. No war, no famine, no diseases. Of course there would still be death, but it would be when someone was so very old and their time has come. It would mean that they had a long and happy life and come to terms of what was to come. Children would play outside without fear of being harm or taken away from their families, and parents wouldn't have the worry or the pain that would come with losing a child or leaving them behind. Humans would live in harmony with nature and those who do not originate from Earth.

Yes, it was a nice thought, but it wouldn't be. Billy knew this for a long time and always will. Of course he could try to make such a place, but it wouldn't be perfect. The young boy would be content with that though. Knowing that he was able to let the people sleep a little easier, smile a little brighter, and laugh a little louder.

Yes, Billy Batson would be content with what little peace he could bring. Even if it meant that no one would know it was him.

"So, Billy," were the words that brought the child out of his thoughts. It was Jasper. He was out of the kitchen and was on the other side of the counter where Billy sat, two white styrofoam boxes in hand. "I have a question for you."

Jasper's face was uncharacteristically serious with a hint of curiosity. It was rather strange and the young lad was wondering why.

Billy blinked. "Uh, ok. Shoot."

"Is it true that you're Batman's son?" The question Jasper asked made any and all persons within the diner look at the two. They gazed on even more curiously when Billy choked on his own spit.

"No!" He denied rather loudly. He then realized how loud he said it, then repeated it in a lower voice. "Where did you even hear that anyway?" He couldn't help but ask.

Jasper shrugged, face now in its usual relax state. "It's a rumor I heard." He had said it so nonchalantly, it was as if he were talking about the weather. Perhaps it was for him, but for Billy it was a big deal.

The ten year old groaned, and face palmed. "Jasper you really shouldn't listen to rumors." He resisted the urge to wag his finger at the older man. "Honestly, you should know this by now Mr. Kang."

Both eyebrows went up on Jasper's face. "Ok wow, Mr. Kang. Haven't heard that in a while. You really don't like that rumor huh?"

That was an understatement.

Billy sighed. "It's just that's been going around for ages and people are believing it. Kids at my school are even starting to say I'm actually going to burst into a bunch of bats one day and then become Batman."

Jasper had the audacity to chuckle at that. "And how did that started?"

"Well ya see, the kids think that Batman is a bunch of bats in a people suit or something like that, and decided that Gotham has too many bad people and formed the identity of Batman and that since I'm his son," he used his fingers to make air quotes when he said the word 'son', "I'm going to do that too when Batman is done being Batman and take his place. Which means I'm going to either burst into a bunch of bats and get my own people suit or I'm already a bunch of bats in a people suit and they're waiting for the day the bats had enough and burst out of the people suit and fly into everyone's hair."

At the start of Billy's… story, Jasmine had went to stand next to her twin, listening to what the kid had to say.

"That's…" Jasper began to speak.

"Quite the rumor." Jasmine finished.

The boy gave the two a flat stare, as if to say 'now do you see what I have to deal with?'

"I hope they die down soon." Jasmine offered, not really knowing what to say.

"Yeah man. That sucks." Jasper said. Then he pushed the boxes towards the child. "Now get going. Your uncle needs that pie."

Billy smiled once more, took the boxes, said thank you and left.

As Billy walked down the street, he noticed something dash into an alleyway. He grew curious and followed. There he saw a small child hide behind a dumpster.

"Hey," Billy called out softly, a kind smile on his face. "I'm not going to hurt you. It's ok." He had said it calmly and as soothing as possible, not wanting to frighten to child.

Slowly, the small child came out, a bit hesitant.

Billy waited until the kid came a little closer before asking, "are you hungry?" He had asked this because he saw the hollowness in their face, showing that they don't get that many meals. And Billy should know, for he looked near the same as that child did.

The child seemed to shrink into themself, not wanting to truly answer.

"Here," he sat down the box with his intended slice of pie on the ground, and backed up, "this is the greatest pie ever. It's mixed berry, but I'm not allowed to know much more than that. Blue Bell Diner likes to keep their recipe secret." He then gave the child a wink.

A moment passed before the child finally went to go grab the box. They held it close to themself, as if afraid that someone would steal it.

Billy gave them another kind smile and said, "you should eat it slowly. That way you could taste it longer and your tummy will have more time to say that it's full." He knew that saying the pros of something would help motivate someone to do that thing rather than saying the cons. He hoped the child does take his advice because he didn't want them to get sick from eating too fast.

The child nodded, and gave him a smile.

The boy's own smile grew a little after that, knowing that the kid would have something in their stomach.

He began to turn to leave, but stopped himself. He looked back at the child and spoke once more. "Just down the street there's a shelter, but if you're staying away from shelters for whatever reason, find Miss Bambi. She's a nice lady that will let people stay at her place for a night at the least. If you don't want to find her, then there's a empty building near the edge of town right by the old fireworks factory. On the fourth floor there's good rooms that have doors, and are able to keep out the cold and rain and also has running water."

He waited until the child nodded before he gave a small 'have a good day' and went his way home.

Billy may not have pie that day, but his uncle will, and he was okay with that.

As he continued to walk home, he waved to people with a smile who did so in return. Ever since Billy started to live with Dudley H. Dudley, he started to appear around adults more, knowing that he wouldn't go back into the system as he had a place to stay. Because of this, he helped the people more as Billy and many see the boy in a positive light.

Of course Billy was still a bit skittish around those in authority, but he still did his best to help them if they needed it.

Lost in his thoughts, the child had walked a bit too close to another alleyway, and unfortunately for him, the person within was not of the kind verity.

With a muffled shout, as a large hand went over his mouth, Billy was dragged into the darkness, dropping his box onto the ground. He felt a prick against his neck. An unnatural feeling of tiredness washed over him, and he tried to keep his eyes open, to stay awake, yet whatever drug that was inserted into his bloodstream overcame him.

Billy went unconscious in a stranger's arms.

Slowly, but surely, Billy came to his senses. The first thing he noticed was that his head hurt, and that his body felt heavy.

The second thing he noticed was that when he opened his eyes, it was dark. He didn't feel anything on his face so the room he was in didn't have any lights. However he felt

The third thing he noticed was that his arms and legs were tied. The arms behind his back while his legs were curled up to his chest.

The fourth was that he was laying down on the floor.

His heart sped up. His breathing quickened. He was beginning to panic when a thought crossed his mind.

'Panicking will get you nowhere.'

That thought crossed his mind multiple times throughout his life. It always helped calm him down, for he knew that it was true.

However, before Billy could try to gather any more information about his… situation, the click of a door opening and a blinding light that bathed him gained his attention.

Click clacks of shoes often worn by men with a good deal of money was going towards Billy. The child moved his head to the direction of the sound, being what would be his right had he have been sitting up. He could not see the person due to the fact that the light was at their back, making it hard to see their facial features. But by the silhouette, Billy had to guess that the person was a man.

"So…" A deep voice emerged from the stranger. The man stopped a foot away from Billy. "You must be the Bat son."

Billy furrowed his eyebrows. Was it just him or did it sound like the guy separated his last name?

"Hmph." The man took a step closer. "Definitely not what I expected."

'What did you expected?' Billy couldn't help but think.

The stranger, most likely his captor, turned his head to the side, showing off what looked like a broken nose that healed wrong. He gestured his head towards Billy.

Another person walked over to Billy, probably a guard of some sort, and held a damp cloth over Billy's nose.

Unable to breath through his mouth, Billy was forced to breath in a sweet scent. He started to feel numb, and then was losing his sight and hearing. It was right before he lost conscious he remembered hearing about a drug often used for kidnaping and it's sweet smell.

It was chloroform and he would wake up in a few minutes.

Or at least Billy hoped he would wake up.

When Billy came too again, he was on a chair with a light above his head. He felt that his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair while his arms were behind the back of the chair.

"You're awake, and just in time too." The voice from before spoke up.

Billy whipped his head to where the voice was and immediately regretted it for his head began to pound.

The man was in front of him with what looked like a camera.

"My assistant here will untie your gag. Then you can scream all you want for your dear old father." Were the words the mystery kidnaper said. Once again Billy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. After that, Billy felt the cloth untie and fell onto his lap.

Billy was quiet for a moment, trying to see if he could make his mouth any less dry.

"Um," he began, testing his words, "what are you talking about?" He asked.

This gained a hit to the head.

"Don't talk nonsense. You know." Was the snarled reply.

"Actually I don't." The child winced. "My dad's dead."

The man scoffed. "That's a lie if I ever heard one. Don't try to get out of this, Bat son."

"I'm not lying. And why are you saying my last name so weirdly?" Billy continued, trying to figure out what was going on.

This caused a pause.

"You are the son of Batman, thus, Bat son. A little birdie told me that you denied being his son while buying pie."

The ten year old blinked. His features then showed frustration. "Are you serious? You're believing a rumor! That kids made up! My last name is Batson and kids made a connection that hey! Batman and Batson are kinda similar! What if Batson is Batman's son? And you, adults that should be above rumors are believing in something like that? Why that's-" Billy was interrupted by a punch that made dark spots dance around his line of sight.

"Shut it you brat." A dangerous growl emitted from his captor. "I must admit, you do bring up good points, but that doesn't matter." The man then came closer.

Once under the light, Billy noticed the man had slicked back dirty blond hair, with dark green eyes. His skin was rather pale, yet not unhealthily so. His nose was the center of attention as Billy was right when he thought it was a broken nose that did not heal properly. The man looked handsome, yet his dark expression made him rather ugly.

He held his hand to the boy's face to make sure they held eye contact.

"You are a strange child, Batman's son or not. You do not scream, you do not cry. You were rather calm weren't you?" His breath smelt of chocolates and mints that only graced those with an immense amount of money or power. "But it matters not. Batman will come either way and he will try to save you."

This man moved his body so Billy would have a clear line of sight of the camera, forcing him to keep staring into it. Billy noticed the green light, and things started to click into place. His body stiffened, and his breath froze.

"It's a trap," he had whispered, so softly it was almost an exhale. "It's a trap!" He then yelled, wanting-no, needing to be heard.

"It's a trap! Don't come!" Billy began to struggle, having to somehow get out of his situation before Batman came.

This caused his kidnaper to punch him in the face so hard, he blacked out.

This was the third time Billy woke up in a place that was most definitely not home in what he thinks (read: hopes) was the same day. Honestly, he was getting tired of it rather quickly.

Blue eyes glanced around.

No one.

Just him and the camera.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

And a beep?

Billy froze. He strained his ears to try to find the source of the sound. It was close. Perhaps behind?

He craned his head over to where he thought the sound might be, silently wishing that it wasn't what he thought it was. But he caught a glimpse of red numbers and knew what it was. He bit back a groan.

Just his luck.

It was a bomb. And unfortunately Billy doesn't know how big the blast would be and how much time he had left.

He had to leave the building as soon as possible.

The boy turn his head to the camera, observing it. The light was red, indicating it was recording. Whether or not it was sending out said recording in a live stream, Billy didn't know. Although the probability of it was high.

What was he to do? He certainly couldn't turn into Captain Marvel. He could use magic to help get himself out of his bonds, but people might get suspicious if they were watching the video.

Unless he takes out the camera.

But should he do it with magic? Billy didn't have the Wisdom of Solomon with him as Billy Batson to answer him.

A thought slowly emerged.

He gave he chair an experiment scoot towards the camera. To his relief, the chair let him scoot.

With a determined nod, Billy began to scoot his way over to the camera. Eventually he made it over.

It was a simple camera really. It was on a tripod and everything. It had wires connected to it that went to the wall, most likely to screens in order for him to be watched.

He started to use his foot to turn the tripod around, making it so the camera wouldn't see him. Billy had a few scares, almost pushing it away instead of turning it, but he was successful.

Billy sighed in relief, yet he wasn't safe yet. He dared to scoot closer, and then head butted the camera, knocking it over.

It was most likely damaged now. Which means Billy could get to work.

He began to feel what was tying his hands together, to figure out what he had to deal with.

Zip ties.

'Ok. I might be able to break out of these without my magic.' Billy thought. He remembered watching a video where a bunch of guys were able to do it, but the zip tie had to be tight.

With an experimental tug, the ties were considerably tight.

Tongue sticking out, Billy pulled his wrists away from each other. It took a couple of tries in order for them to break, but he did it.

All without his magic. He felt proud of himself for being able to do that.

He brought his hands forwards, rubbing his wrists. There were angry marks from where the ties were. The child winced, but quickly went about with the ties on his ankles.

Oddly enough they were ropes.

At this point Billy was genuinely wondering about how… smart his captors were.

Unless they're doing this to test him.

Ugh, he hates it when that happens.

With a shrug, Billy went to untie the ropes. The knots were more complicated, but they were sailor knots. And his best friend, Freddy, has taught him many a knot.

They fell from his ankles, allowing him to walk away.

He turned to look at the bomb, needing to know how much time he had left. His heart stopped for a brief moment when he saw the clock nearing the 6th minute mark.

Billy had no time to try to defuse it. He had to leave.

Now.

The young boy darted to the door, going to open it to find it locked. He quick took out a hair pin and beat his personal record to unlock it. The door didn't protest when he shoved it open.

Going faster than he probably ran before, Billy went to try to find his way out of the building.

Posters passed by. Familiar ones.

It hit him like a lightning bolt.

Billy was in the old, abandoned firework factory.

The child went into the factory a couple of times. Back when he was homeless. He had explored for a little while when he was there. Mostly when it was raining.

He took a sharp turn, remembering where he was. He jumped over fallen obstacles such as chairs and empty boxes. Billy went over tables, and went through doors.

A cable wire tripped him. The blue eyed boy went crashing down, only to scramble back up.

Billy knew he could turn into Captain Marvel and just get out of there. Yet he didn't on the off chance that he's being watched. No mortal was to know of who he was besides Uncle Dudley.

He just couldn't do that to the man who he saw as family.

His heart began to pound, and he imagined the clock ticking down.

'Oh no oh no oh no oh gosh,' were the thoughts running around in one young Billy Batson's head as he ran away from the place where he was being held hostage.

He then saw a light and knew that he would be safe once he made it over there.

But of course things weren't simple and an explosion went off behind him, throwing him forward.

For a moment it was almost as if everything slowed down, froze even, and Billy couldn't help but wonder how he got into the situation he was right then.

Then he remembered.

It was all because of pie and rumors.

Honestly, rumors were the worst.

Time went forward again, and as Billy began to tumble to the ground, he heard what sounded like a gun went off. Something wrapped around him, and he was yanked forward.

Billy went through the doorway and was pulled into someone's arms. They took whatever was wrapped around him off. One of the arms then was no longer holding him, but went to grab something to cover both him and the stranger that the arms belonged to.

It felt like a blanket of some sort that covered Billy from the rest of the blast. He felt safe.

It then gained his attention that the person was moving. Running even.

Billy peaked out of the blanket like object and saw that the light he noticed earlier was lights from a car illuminating the darkness that was the night.

Fear spiked through him. He was not going to be taken away again. The black haired boy began to thrash in his captor's arms. He felt a sort of armor on the person's body.

Just what he needed.

"I'm not going to hurt you." A familiar, rough voice pierced through Billy.

The car door opened and Billy was put into the back seat. He was buckled in and the car immediately took off.

"You ok?" Another familiar voice, this one youthful asked. A boy in his early teens, wearing a domino mask was the owner of that voice. He was sitting shotgun, and had to twist his body to look at the younger boy.

The man who was sitting in the driver's seat had a black cowl on, making it impossible to see his eyes.

Billy's mouth was gaping open, staring at Batman and Robin.

Memories from earlier rushed into the front of his mind, making him shut his mouth with a 'clack' of his teeth.

"Am I ok? Are you ok? It was a trap for you! You could've been hurt or-" Billy forced himself to stop, searching any injuries on the dynamic duo. Worry was clear on his face, for he never wanted this to happen.

"We're fine!" Robin waved it away. A mischievous smile grew up on his face and he said, "we taught them a thing or two."

"You're the one kidnaped." Batman stated in that usual tone of voice. "You were in a building with a bomb in it. You escaped."

Blood rose into the ten year old's cheeks. "I, uh, yes that was a thing. That happened. Sir." Embarrassment filled him to the brim.

"Why were you kidnaped anyway?" Robin asked, curiosity filling his tone and what could be seen of his face.

This made Billy groan and face palm.

He could practically feel the raised eyebrows thrown his way.

"It's really stupid, believe me," he began, "see, my last name is Batson and kids at my school think that I'm…"

"Batman's son?" Robin offered, with a hint of mirth.

"Yeah. Well, when I went to go buy the best pie ever, the cook wanted to see if the rumor was true. And honestly how could he believe that? I am not Batman's son! Really, don't people know better than to listen to rumors? So of course one of the bad guy's henchmen just had to overhear it." Billy was ranting now. "So I got kidnaped because what a great idea! Kidnap the kid that people say is Batman's son! What could possibly go wrong? And so they bad guys were saying how I was your son and I kept on telling them that I'm not and-just really? Why would they believe that? If they heard any of the other rumors maybe they would know that they're not true! Come on!" He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

He wouldn't say he was angry. Just very irritated.

Then he realized what he did with growing horror. Billy Batson had just ranted to Batman and Robin.

He really wanted to disappear at that moment. Perhaps fate would be kind and say 'none of this happened! It was just a dream!'

Nope. It was real.

Billy buried his face in his hands, trying to hide his blush.

"What's the other rumors?" Robin just had to ask.

This was how Billy Batson was going to die. He just knows it.

Billy knew that normally Batman wouldn't let anyone but a very small select few into the batmobile (for that's what the car had to be) so for him, Billy Batson, to be in the car was… well kind of a huge deal.

Of course Billy wouldn't tell anyone about it. It would probably make people believe the rumors more. He couldn't have that.

But before Billy could dwell on that any longer, for they pulled up to the apartment building where he lived with Uncle Dudley.

Batman and Robin helped Billy out, and walked him back to his apartment, letting him take lead.

They wanted to be careful.

While they were doing this, Billy reflected on what he was told.

It was a typical guy wanted revenge type of thing. However the bad guy, Chad Smith, was so intent on revenge that he was grasping a false lead in hopes that he could hit Batman where it hurts.

Obviously he failed.

In the time Billy was continually unconscious, Batman and Robin were taking Chad down and finding Billy.

Thankfully they made it in time or who knows what would happen to the boy.

When Billy made it to the door that led to his home, he knocked on it, wanting to let his uncle know that someone was at the door.

A moment passed before the sounds of locks becoming unlocked filled the silence. The door opened to show an elderly man with white thinning hair and a large stomach.

"Uncle Dudley!" Billy softly cried in joy, smile beaming at the man who he dubbed uncle. He ran up to him and gave the man a hug.

"Billy!" Dudley was, in a word, shocked. That didn't stop him from returning the hug however. He glanced at the two superheros that were standing behind Billy and furrowed his eyebrows. "What happened? You said you were going to buy us some pie."

"I'll tell you in the morning. It's kinda late." Was Billy's response.

Dudley H. Dudley's eyebrows seemed to come closer once his eyes saw a blemish upon Billy's face. "Is that a bruise?"

The child only turned around and waved at the heroes with a smile and said, "thanks for giving me a ride home! I hope you have a good night!" Billy then proceeded to push his uncle into their home, and closed the door.

"Billy?" Dudley asked, concerned for the boy who he saw as a nephew.

He watched Billy's shoulders slump down, showing weakness. "Can we talk about this tomorrow?" He asked, not wanting to delve into it.

Dudley stared at his little ward, taking in the child that had some many things to do.

"Alright." He said, giving in. "But I imagine that you want something to eat before going to bed."

Billy nodded, holding back a yawn. The adrenaline was finally dying down, and Billy wanted to sleep for a whole day at least.

Things were calming down, and the day was saved.

Everyone knows that it wouldn't ever be that easy.