As Captain Marvel had said, the effects of Damian's work were seen immediately. Thanks to the secrecy spell it was kept within Gotham and when the goverment tried to dig deeper into from where the flames had come from, as Captain Marvel is well known for his thunder, the gothamites stuck close to each other and threw them out of their city.
One thing Gotham and her people know is that outsiders are not welcomed, they never cared about them. So, they learned to stick to themselves and survive. Thanks to Batman and the batclan they've also learned to thrive. And if there's something that the gothamites are sure about is that Flamebird is part of the batclan, and that he is the to thank about their good luck.
Of course, they will not sell him out to the fucking goverment that had all but forgotten about them!
Poison Ivy had paid Batman a visit one night on a rooftop, thanking him and Flamebird for the work they did in Gotham. She can finally sleep in peace, without nature screaming at her in pain. It gave Bruce a better perspective on her as a villain, if he could not sleep at night because he could hear mother nature being tortured like that... he respects her deeply for being able to come back from that, even before the aid she had from S.T.A.R Labs.
Many heroes also paid visits to Gotham, but not to Batman. They stayed in the batcave, where Damain slept in peace, always with a batclan member next to him. Poor Lian, could not understand why her adored godfather was sleeping for so long. When two weeks passed with no change, the batclan began to panic.
"Shouldn't he be fucking awake by now?!" Jason cursed, as he paces through the batcave.
"Language, Master Jason," Alfred scolded absentmindedly, mostly in reflex, his attention was on Damian's vitals.
"Fuck language Alfie!" Jason protested heatedly. "My little brother is unconscious and we have no idea of when he will wake up!"
"Maybe the issue was how he got the extra power," Tim theorized, checking his vitals and comparing them to before the event.
"Explain," Bruce demanded in his Batman persona, he has been like that ever since Damian went through Constantine's portal.
"I once asked him if his power could be considered magic, he told me that his flames were magical but they were not magic," Tim began to explain. "Warlock and witches use sources of magical beings or powers around them. Like demons, angels, spirits, etc. Damian's flames are magical, but unlike Constantine who needs to summon Hell Fire from a source in Hell..."
"Damian is the source," Dick interrupted in realization. "He produces them from his core. He might have asorbed the magic from the curses, which allowed his flames to reach all of Gotham but that raw magic did not produce more flames. As magic can't create magical flames like that."
"He deplated his flames..." Batman thought out loud. "How can we speed up their creation?"
"Can we even do that?" Mara asked, finally taking her eyes from her fallen brother and speaking up. "Akhi doesn't even know how he produces them. He told me they are simply born within him."
"What about putting him in the furnace?" Cass signed. "He can absorb those flames?"
"It needs to be a magical source," Roy shook his head. "His flames are not normal fire, they have magical properties."
"What about hell?" Jade asked, silencing everyone. "Hell Fire comes from that kingdom... and so does the source of Damian's powers."
"Jade!" Alec snapped, realizing where she was going with that. "You are betraying akhi's confidence!" He told her in the league dialect.
"What are you three... no, four hiding?" Batman growled, noticing Cass shift as well.
"Dami did not want to keep it a secret," Cass signed. "He most likely just forgot to mention it."
"It's not like we hid it," Alec grumbled. "If you so called detectives did not deduce it by now, I am very dissapointed."
"Ah, stop it you fool," Mara sighed. "You see, when we call Ra's the antichrist, it is not an insult... but the truth."
"Ra's is the son of the devil?" Tim inquired in disbelief, as Bruce froze. "Oh, my... what the fuck?!"
"Language," Alfred scolded him, but he looked pale and had to seat down.
"Great-grandparent is a very nice... fallen angel," Mara decided to go with that title. "After akhi's death, before waking up in Akropolis, he ended up in Hell. They got to know each other and akhi convinced great-grandparent to chance how Hell is run."
"We have tea with them every month," Alec answered.
"Very nice," Cass signed.
"That's why he can use Hell and Holy Flames," Jade continued. "He is a nephelim, the chaos shard awakening the angel DNA in him and allowing the transition to nephelim. Not to mention, it also gave him Phoenix Flames."
"Why did he keep it from us?" Dick asked dejected, he did not care that the devil's blood runs through his veins- this is his baby bat!
"Changes? What changes can hell undergo?" Tim asked dumbfounded, stuck on that.
"Well, Hell is now designed to test people and help them become the best possible versions of themselves," Jade explained. "As soon as you get to Hell you will be judged and be given a certain amount of years to pay and be tortured for your crimes. After those years are served you will be put in a fake version of Heaven, where you will be tested through various cituations. How goo you behaved in Earth will serve as a baseline to "determine how hard or easy your test is." At the end of each test, the person will undergo an evaluation and then be rebooted in a new scenario with a vague memory of what they did right and wrong the last time around. The scenarios will be designed by a demon architect, while rank-and-file demons will play the roles of humans in the test scenarios."
Everyone stared at her in complete shock and disbelief, before Jason broke the silence cackling like a madman.
"Of course, it would be him the one to change fucking Hell," Jason snorted, shaking his head in disbelief.
"He was afraid at first," Jade turned to Dick and Bruce. "He was this being of fire that razed through Akropolis and had the al Ghul blood in his veins... if you added Lucifer to the mix, he feared that you would think he truly meant to do what he did in Akropolis. That you would treat him with more scrupulous you already have, simply because of who his mother is." Jade sighed, shaking his head. "As time passed he simply did not know how to bring it out... this situation took it out of our hands."
"It does not matter," Bruce, this time as a father and not as Batman, said firmly. "It does not matter what blood runs through his veins, what blood runs through all of your veins," Alec and Mara straightened up at that, but Bruce was refering to every single person in the cave. "Is your actions. We all did things we regret, but after realizing the wrong of our actions we strived to do better. To be better. Damian did better, every single step ever since leaving the league. I'm sure he did stuff he regrets, that will hunt him for life, in Hell. But I do not blame him for that, what he did, he did to survive. And after that he tried to be better, he must have failed, made mistakes along the way. A lot that none of us were there for. Be it in Hell or space, but he came out a better person. You all did. For which I am very proud."
"Dad," Dick murmured stunned, finally realizing how much his dad has changed, finally being able to let go of all his anger and resentment about the past.
"Baba," Mara murmured, finally accepting him as a father and not just seeing him as her akhi's father.
"We all are," Alfred added, smiling proudly at the growth of his son and grandchildren. "Master Damian is no longer alone, so if we need to go to Hell, so be it."
"Hell as nothing on Gotham!" Jason exclaimed.
"I'll contact Constantine for information about Hell," Tim quickly took out his computer and began to work.
"I'll look after the inventory of weapons, make sure everything is ready," Roy assured them.
"I'll help," Alec told him. "If great-grandparent believes they can take on the batclan they have another thing coming!"
"Be careful with that," Titus said from the ground. "They'll hear you and scold you during the next tea party."
"W-what the fuck?!" Jason cursed, Alfred was too stunned this time to correct him.
"Did Titus just speak?" Bruce asked faintly, turning to Jade, who looked as shocked as everyone else. "Did you know about this?"
"No, none of us did," Jade answered honestly.
"Titus and Alfred the cat were gifts," Cass signed. "They came to Dami one night, he tried to be sneaky. But no one can sneak past me."
"I am a hellhound," Titus answered. "I'm also a bonded partner to my Master Damian."
"Kind of like familiars?" Tim asked him with curiosity.
"Similar," Alfred the cat answered from Damian's bed. "Though, we do not die, we can be killed but we will simply be revived. When Master Damian dies, we will die with him."
"Also, we do not make our master more powerful, working like amplifiers the wat familiar do," Titus continued, laying down at the end of Damian's bed. "It is the other way around, we become stronger thanks to our conection to our master. The stronger they are, the stronger we are, making us powerful partners to protect our master."
"Oh, I'm a Bastet." Alfred introduced himself and continued when Tim opened his mouth to ask a question. "No, I am not a God. But I am a magical creature that guards the gates to the afterlife and specialize in protection. Our original one, the one you consider a Goddess and is to us the Great Mother, is Bast. She is the only one strong enough to be seen as a Goddess, mostly because she bonded with the God of the Sun... maybe I'll reach that kind of power after Master Damian reaches the maturity of his powers."
"Ok... I think my brain has just exploded," Roy stated, as he sat down. "This is too much."
"Mate, you do realize that my brother has a pet bat-dragon," Jason turned to Roy raising an eyebrow. "A hellhound and bastet is not that farfetched."
"Let's compartalice now, deal with it later, and figure out why they are revealing themselves now," Batman interrupted, seeing as the two of them would end up arguing with each other- those two have become quick friends, ever since Roy had moved into the manor. "Why are you doing this?"
"Master Damian does not know about our true nature," Titus answered, lowering his ears in depression. "Master Lucifer made us promise to keep it a secret until the time was right."
"They needed for all of the secrets to be revealed and for the whole family to unite for Master Damian," Alfred the cat continued. "Then, once Master Damian has finally accepted his origins, we would help him make the transicion to nephelim complete."
"Is it not complete yet?" Dick asked worriedly.
"The shard of chaos aided to wake up his angelic DNA and powered up those powers, but he still only had one-fourth of angelic DNA," Alfred the cat explained.
"With the angelic feathers Master Lucifer has given us, one white from before the fall and another black from after the fall, Master Damian will complete the transicion!" Titus wagged his tail excitedly. "He'll then renew his empty flame (dispensor?) and wake up!"
"Before doing anything we will need to do more research," Alfred brought them all to a stop, being a true bat and prioritizing to be prepared. "After that, we will proceed the safest route."
"About that..." Alfred the cat purred. "We already gave him the feathers."