The yin and yang necklace felt light on his collarbone, but heavy on his heart, as he was high on the sky. In moments like this he understood what his friend Jon and his beloved William used to tell him. Sometimes is not about flying, but simply about being in the sky. The clarity up there was incredible. It soothed the ache in his mind and heart. Especially, after what he had to do.
As soon as he had left Oa, after convincing the lanterns of being able to do it on his own, he had headed to Earth. As planned, it had only passed two months since his "death". He went to the lair of the bat-dragons, a specie he had not massacred yet, and was not planning to. There he hid The Nest and collected Goliath- who was just a pup at this stage. He also surrounded the cave with his Hell and Holy Fire, an extra protection for the Dead King's Scepter and the almost extinct bat- dragons. Of course, he made sure the spell would not harm or endanger the bat-dragons.
Afterwards, he flew to Infinity Island. In there he attacked the main Lazarus Pit, which was linked to all the pits in the world. He used Hell Fire to burn the demonic link in the pits, killing the Lazarus Demon on the way- not that anyone would go after him for doing so, he is the crown prince of Hell after all. He then used his Holy Fire to purify the madness inducing toxins of the pit, and finished it all up with his Phoenix Fire, which allowed the pits to keep its healing magical properties. The pits can still heal people from the brink of death, they can also now heal illnesses like malnutrition, arrhythmia, cancer, etc. However, they can no longer extent someone's life or bring them back to life.
As for family members like his grandfather and great-grandmother... he dealt with them swiftly.
No, he did not kill them. Melisande al Ghul and Ra's al Ghul met the same fate. He used Hell Fire to burn their immortality away. Then used Holy Fire to purify their bodies from the curses and Lazarus Pits remnants, they put themselves through to extent their lives. After putting them on the edge of death, he brought them back fully, healing via Phoenix Fire.
Right now, he was on the sky, trying to catch a breath before going for his brother and cousin. He had just burned, not pun intended, all bridges with his maternal family. Denouncing Ra's and stripping Talia from her title as his mother. Going as far as to tell her that she was never really a mother to begin with. The pain in Talia's eyes and the fear in the eyes of those that had helped raise him were a heavy weight on his heart.
Such a heavy weight that he had needed to vent. To burn everything to the ground in rage. So, he had gone to the All-Caste. Ordered them to open a portal to the Untitled and torched them all to the ground. He ended up feeling much better and quite relieved that the All-Caste will never take his brother to train as their ultimate weapon. Not that Jason will ever die if he has anything to say about it. They will never get their hands on Jason. As a bonus he got a powerful group swearing loyalty to him. Not bad for his first week back home.
"Um... hi," someone stuttered. He opened his eyes, only to see his uncle (an uncle that did not know him) floating in front of him. The boy smiled at the behavior he would expect from Clark, rather than Superman. "Hello, um, are you lost young one?"
"You think I'm an alien," the boy realized out loud, startling Superman. "You are not?" Superman looked confused.
"I can see why you would think so," he hummed, wings fluttering. "But no, I am human." "Human?" Superman raised an eyebrow in disbelief, as he looked at the golden wings.
"Experimentation," the boy's answer had Superman flinching and looking at the boy on fire with pity.
"Who?" Superman asked firmly, with his Superman voice.
"It does not matter, they are dead," the boy answered with a faraway look. "I did not plan to do it, but the experiment went too far and made me lose control."
"It was not your fault," Superman assured him kindly.
The boy stared at him for a while before smiling. "So, kind. Even though you don't know what happened, you still believe the best out of others. Some might call you naive or say it's a weakness, but do not lose that big heart. There's not enough people like you in the universe."
"Thank you," Superman's smile was big, but his eyes were sad- heart hurting of this boy who had suffered so much, even though he was around his son's age. "Do you need a place to stay?"
"No," the boy smiled gently. "I have a father... though, he does not know I exist yet." "At the end of the road, there will be peace when you are done," Superman told him. "Are you sure?" The boy asked him weary.
"I am," Superman's tone was gentle. "If there's any issue with your dad... you can always call me." "So kind," the boy repeated. "Should I shout out for Superman?"
"You should, I'll answer," Superman promised. They both shared a smile, before the boy turned around to fly away. "Wait! What's your name?"
"They call me Flamebird," Damian smiled before flying away, leaving a stunned Superman behind, after throwing him a pen drive.
Following his meeting with Wonder Woman, Billy knew he had to quicken his pace, or he won't get everything ready for when Damian was ready to return to Earth. Which lead to Captain Marvel to stand before the Enchantress, the embodiment of ancient and formidable magic, as the air crackled with the raw energy of the mystical realm, as the two beings faced each other in the midst of an arcane circle inscribed with intricate symbols. Surrounding them, flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows upon the chamber walls, lending an ethereal ambiance to the proceedings. The scent of incense wafted through the air, carrying with it a hint of mystery and power.
"Enchantress, I offer you a path away from the chaos and destruction you have wrought. Will you join with June Moone, uniting your powers and souls as one?" Captain Marvel offered with a serious expression.
The Enchantress, her regal form adorned in a flowing gown of shimmering emerald hues, regarded Captain Marvel with a mix of defiance and curiosity. She knew the extent of her own power, the dominion she once held over realms beyond mortal comprehension. Yet, a spark of yearning for a different path flickered within her, obscured by centuries of malevolence.
She had Heard on Captain Marvel's work on Circe, Morgana, Savage, and Black Adam. How he had stripped away their immortality and with it all the corruption of the black magic they had used during their centuries alive. How they have become completely different people. Many would call it sorcery and mock them for going to work under the Justice League Dark⦠but the Enchantress truly saw. Her one-time semi-allies were happy now, truly happy. No longer were they bitter and angry with the world. Maybe having a finite life forced them to see things differently, to wonder what they truly wanted to do with their lives and be remembered for.
Slowly, the Enchantress nodded, a flicker of acceptance in her gaze. She recognized the rare opportunity presented before her, a chance to shed her mantle of chaos and embrace a new existence as a mortal witch. Captain Marvel's eyes glowed brighter as he channeled the ancient incantations, weaving a delicate tapestry of magic around the Enchantress and June Moone. Arcane energies swirled and coalesced, creating a mesmerizing display of lights and shadows. With each carefully chosen word, Captain Marvel invoked the power of the Enchantress herself. He drew upon her essence, melding it with the human vessel that housed her, June Moone. Threads of energy intertwined, intermingling their souls, and merging their powers in a delicate dance of transformation.
As the ritual unfolded, a radiant aura enveloped the Enchantress, her once godlike presence diminishing, becoming more grounded, and mortal. The immense power that had defined her for ages was gradually transferred into the willing vessel of June Moone, who absorbed the Enchantress' essence. Captain Marvel's hands glowed with a soft, golden light as he channeled the Enchantress' magic, carefully balancing the transfer of power. The Enchantress herself began to fade, her form merging with June Moone, their identities intertwining until they became inseparable.
In the final moments of the ritual, Captain Marvel completed the process, sealing the transformation with a surge of divine energy. The Enchantress had been reshaped, reborn as a powerful witch bound to the mortal form of June Moone. As the mystical energies settled, Captain Marvel gazed upon the newly transformed Enchantress, now a mere fraction of her former self. June Moone stood before him, radiating an aura of both power and humanity, her eyes reflecting a newfound sense of purpose and control.
With a gentle smile, Captain Marvel offered his hand to the Enchantress-turned-witch. "June Moone, embrace your new path, guided by your own will and the magic that flows within you. May you find balance and redemption, harnessing your powers for the greater good."
And thus, the ritual was complete. The chamber exuded a profound sense of transformation, a shift in the delicate balance between dark and light, as the Enchantress found herself reborn as a mortal witch, forever linked to June Moone. Captain Marvel had fulfilled his mission, using his magical expertise to grant the Enchantress a chance at a new destiny, one marked by free will and the potential for redemption.
After the completion of the transformative ritual, Captain Marvel guided June Moone back to her home. Captain Marvel's concern for June's new state was evident in the tender care with which he attended to her. He observed her closely, his azure eyes filled with a mixture of relief and worry. The fusion of June's essence with the Enchantress had brought about a profound transformation, stripping away the immense power that had once consumed her. In its wake, a powerful witch had emerged, still possessing formidable magic, yet now balanced and in control.
As he bid June farewell, Captain Marvel's voice resonated with gentle reassurance. "Rest well, June. You have endured much, but now you possess the strength and wisdom to shape your own destiny. Should you ever need aid or guidance, know that you are not alone."
With a warm smile, Captain Marvel took his leave, his mind now consumed by the weight of the changing landscape on Earth. The Justice League's relentless pursuit of criminal syndicates and villain organizations had set a new precedent, causing ripples throughout the superhero community. The recruitment of various superhero teams, including the Titans, and the unexpected alliances formed with former villains, spoke to the gravity of the situation.
Thoughts swirled in Captain Marvel's mind as he considered the ramifications of this approach. While he recognized the necessity of bringing justice to those who had wreaked havoc, he pondered the potential repercussions of such an aggressive pursuit. Would the line between hero and villain become blurred in the face of absolute judgment? Would redemption and second chances be overshadowed by the thirst for vengeance?
Then again, this chaos is something only one person Captain Marvel know was capable of. Damian Wayne. His beloved was a champion of chaos for a reason, he was able to create wonderful things, but to do so he needed to destroy whatever was before it and from its ashes build a new path. Which is what was happening now, what happened in the galaxy and the lantern corps while Damian was away from Earth. Oh, well, if there's one judgement Captain Marvel trusted above his, is Damian's. He has always been the most strategic and cunning one of us. Lucifer's blood runs deep in him.
Yet, amidst his concerns, Captain Marvel found solace in the knowledge that his heartfelt conversation, even scolding, had sparked a change within Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Catwoman. The realization that his words had resonated with them, nudging them towards a path of growth and transformation, filled him with a sense of hope and gratification. Deep in his core, Captain Marvel knew that the journey of redemption was not always straightforward or easily achieved. It required patience, understanding, and a willingness to acknowledge past mistakes. The progress he had witnessed in these three former adversaries was a testament to the power of compassion and the potential for change.
He also marveled at the progress that had been made by unlikely allies in maintaining order and preventing chaos from engulfing the underworld. The Light, once an evil organization under the manipulative influence of Vandal Savage, had undergone a transformation, emerging as a force for good in the world. Under the leadership of Savage, The Light had taken on a new purpose, striving to bring about positive change and stability. The organization recognized the void left by the dismantling of criminal syndicates and villainous organizations, and they had assumed the responsibility of maintaining a delicate balance.
Working alongside The Light were two formidable sorceresses, Morgana Le Fay and Circe, who had themselves embarked on a journey of redemption. Their mystical powers, once bent towards darkness, were now harnessed in service of a greater cause. Their understanding of the intricacies of magic and their knowledge of the supernatural realm proved invaluable in keeping the power vacuum from spiraling out of control.
Captain Marvel, his golden aura shimmering with a sense of pride. He admired their commitment to change, their resolve to rewrite their own narratives, and their willingness to stand against the forces that threatened to plunge the world into chaos. Deep within his heart, Captain Marvel carried the wisdom of his beloveds, Damian and Raven, who had advocated for giving these individuals a second chance. Their faith had instilled in him the belief that redemption was possible for all, and the results of their conviction were playing out before his eyes.
With every successful mission, every instance of justice being served, Captain Marvel's confidence in his decision had grown. The Light, Morgana, and Circe had become formidable allies, using their unique skills and insights to ensure that no void was left unfilled. They had proven themselves to be forces of stability and order, their actions aligning with the greater good.
As he reflected on the progress made, Captain Marvel couldn't help but feel a profound sense of fulfillment. The doubts that once plagued him about granting these individuals a second chance had been replaced by a resounding confirmation of their worthiness. The transformation of these former adversaries into powerful allies had exceeded his expectations, reminding him of the ever-present potential for growth and change in the world.
With a smile on his face and a deep sense of satisfaction, Captain Marvel turned his attention back to the task at hand. The world still faced threats, and there was much work to be done. But he knew, with his newfound allies by his side, they would face these challenges together, ensuring that the balance of power remained in check, and that hope would always prevail over darkness.
Speaking about darkness, Captain Marvel needed to check on something, especially now that Damian was back on Earth. He will not allow them to get their greedy hands on his beloved ever again. Filled with determination and a sense of duty, made his way to the remote location where the League of Assassins had gathered. The night sky hung heavy with darkness, the moon casting an ethereal glow upon the desolate landscape. As he approached, the air seemed charged with tension, crackling with the residual energy of recent battles.
The League of Assassins, led by Ra's al Ghul, stood tall and resolute, their silhouettes outlined against the backdrop of destruction. Bodies of fallen enemies, members of the Council of Spiders, lay strewn across the ground, testaments to the fierce combat that had taken place. Captain Marvel observed the scene with a mix of wariness and curiosity. The League members, clad in their distinctive attire, exuded an aura of lethal grace, their movements precise and calculated. Their dedication to their cause was evident in every strike, every calculated move that eliminated their adversaries.
The air was heavy with the scent of smoke and scorched earth, remnants of the conflict that had unfolded. The landscape bore the scars of battle, with debris and crumbled structures serving as a testament to the League's determination to eradicate the Council of Spiders. Captain Marvel watched as the League of Assassins executed their final maneuvers, eliminating the last remnants of the villainous organization. Their movements were a well-choreographed dance of power and precision, showcasing their formidable skills honed through years of training and discipline.
As the battle reached its climactic conclusion, Captain Marvel couldn't help but feel a sense of awe mixed with a tinge of apprehension. As much as he hated it, it reminded him of his Damian. The grace, the mystery, all of it had Captain Marvel recalling their battles against Darkseid, when all that was left was the resistance. Many of these assassins were alive then, following Damian's command, as the last al Ghul standing. They battled besides Captain Marvel for humanity... yet now they are his enemy. Time travel was confusing and cruel at times. They came back to save the world, the universe really, but at the same time they condemned many whose path had changed for the better, to remain evil.
Then again, Damian was back on Earth, and he surely has some ideas about what to do to aid his fellow member of the League of Assassins. Damian was good like that.
"Come on out, I know you are hiding," Ra's ordered, looking up to the sky. The assassin raised an eyebrow when Captain Marvel himself descended from hidden spot between the grey clouds. "What an honor to receive a visit from the Champion of Magic. But what are you doing here? The Lazarus Pits are gone and everything else my organization does is not related to magic."
"I came to you with a warning... no, a promise," Captain Marvel announced solemnly. "Let me hear it then," Ra's sounded more amused than anything.
At that moment it striked Captain Marvel how similar his beloved was to his grandfather. That smile was Lucifer's smile, the same smile that Damian and Ra's share. The posture, the amusement, the know-it-all attitude, it was all the same. Pity that Ra's way of doing "good", as he so called it, was so wrong.
"If you ever dare to lay a finger on the Bat Family, particularly Damian Wayne, there will be dire consequences," Captain Marvel announced.
"I see you've grown quite protective of the young Wayne," Ra's expression was void of any emotion at the mention of his grandson, though his hands trembled, from where they were interlocked behind his back. "Rest assured, I have no intentions of crossing paths with the Bat Family anymore."
"Your words hold little weight, Ra's," Captain Marvel seethed. "The League of Assassins has caused enough pain and heartache for those I hold dear. Damian deserves a chance at a different life, away from the shadows you cast."
That had many of the assassins tensing. Who was this warlock to tell them what to do with their prince? How dare he trying to put a claim on who is theirs! How did he even meet Damian? When?
"You speak the truth, Captain Marvel," Ra's soft tone had everyone freezing and turning to him in shock. "In my quest for immortality, I lost sight of what truly mattered. Now, with my means to eternal life stripped away, and my mind purged of the madness of the pits, I find myself filled with regret."
"Regret won't undo the damage you've caused," Captain Marvel replied, but this time without any anger laced on his tone. "But perhaps it's a start. Your actions have consequences, and you will be held accountable."
"I understand the weight of my past transgressions. It is time for change, time to guide the League of Assassins down a different path, much like The Light has embraced. Redemption may be elusive, but it is a journey I am willing to embark upon." Ra's promised.
"Words alone won't absolve you, Ra's," Captain Marvel shook his head. "Your deeds must align with your newfound convictions. The world has suffered enough from your machinations."
"I accept the burden of redemption, Captain Marvel. The League of Assassins will be transformed, and we shall seek to right the wrongs we've perpetrated. My focus will be on leading my organization away from darkness and towards a path of justice." Ra's stood firm.
"Your methods for justice and ours are quite different Ra's," Captain Marvel scoffed, before turning serious. "I will accept your words for now, but remember, Ra's, I will be watching. Should you deviate from this path or harm those I hold dear, I will be there to stop you. The Bat Family deserves a chance at peace."
"I understand the gravity of your warning, Captain Marvel," Ra's replied solemnly. "I will do everything in my power to ensure that the League of Assassins moves towards a more noble purpose. I will not cross paths with the Bat Family, nor allow harm to befall them."
"Know that trust is earned, and I will remain vigilant. The fate of the world depends on it," Captain Marvel warned him.
The conversation ended with a sense of cautious hope, as Captain Marvel and Ra's al Ghul acknowledged the potential for change and redemption. While the scars of the past still lingered, both understood the significance of their choices moving forward. Only time would reveal if Ra's al Ghul would truly honor his commitment and steer the League of Assassins onto a different path, away from the shadows that had defined their existence for far too long.
"Hey, welcome to the family Lian," Cheshire smiled cuddling the baby to her chest,
Jade had gone into labor a couple of days ago, surprising them all as she was only seven months through her pregnancy, The stress of escaping the League of Assassins and going into hiding two heirs of said league, must have been too much for the feline assassin. So, while Mara took care to prepare the room, Alexander left to get the town's midwife. Luckily, the birth went easy, and the baby was born healthy.
"Lian? Is that her name?" Mara asked. "Lian Damia Harper," Jade answered.
"After my akhi?" Alexander asked shocked and emotionally choked up.
"You two are not the only ones he saved," Jade replied with a smirk. "This not how it was supposed to be," Cheshire grumbled in frustration. "He was supposed to be here with us."
Damian's "death" hit the runaway group hard. The only thing that kept them from tearing each other apart at times was the knowledge that Damian had died with the wish of them being free and safe.
"Is that my goddaughter? Because I am delighted to meet her!" A very familiar voice had the whole room freezing and turning towards the door in unison. There stood a boy of twelve years old, of Arabic descendance, black hair, and green eyes. "Missed me?"
"Akhi?" Alexander stood up in shock. He knew that Damian was supposed to be ten years old, but he would recognize his half-brother anywhere. "How is this possible?"
"It's a long story, one I can't wait to tell you," Damian told them. "But first, let me present you to our new older sister, Cassandra," he pointed to the half-Chinese girl who stepped out of the shadows. "Her parents sucked, so I took her from them."
"Ah," Jade sighed in fond exasperation. "You've got a problem."
"I've been told it comes from genetics," Damian replied cheekily, before receiving an armful of a sobbing Mara, who kept on apologizing in Arabic. "Come on, akhti, do not cry. I'm here. I forgive you, even though there's nothing to forgive you for."
Once she had calmed down, it was Alexander's time, then Lian, and even Jade had some tears in her eyes. Damian then smiled and invited Cassandra over. Cass felt grateful and hugged her precious new baby siblings hard. She'll protect them.
Then they all sat down, and Damian explained it all. Except from the time travel part.
"So, grandfather is the antichrist," Alexander snorted without humor. "Unsurprising."
"We are free," Jade gasped shocked. "The league won't come after us and I'll be able to raise my daughter."
"That pendant means you won't die anymore, right?" Mara asked her cousin in concern.
"I wasn't dying anymore thanks to my Phoenix Fire," Damian corrected her with a gentle smile. "But yes, thanks to the Grey Lantern Force I am no longer in pain. It puts my flames in a complete balance, no more fighting or inward damage."
"Good," Mara sighed. "Now, where's this Goliath you've been raving about?"
"That's right!" Alexander jumped on his feet. "How is it fair that you have a dragoon?" "Bat-dragon," Damian corrected.
"Same difference!" Mara and Alexander exclaimed at the same time.
There was a pause, before everyone burst out laughing. Even Cass. She might not understand everything they were saying, but their body language spoke of love-relief-protectiveness-laughter, so open and warm. Damian got her out of her hell with Cain and she will protect him in return now.
After all, this is her family now.
Captain Marvel stood at the entrance to Hell, a realm steeped in darkness and despair. The air was heavy with the scent of brimstone, and the very ground seemed to exude an oppressive heat. As he ventured deeper into the fiery depths, the surroundings transformed into a sight that took his breath away. Before him stood a grand, gothic palace, a magnificent structure that seemed to defy the very concept of time and space. Its towering spires reached towards the smoky sky, casting eerie shadows that danced along the infernal landscape. The palace's architecture was a blend of intricate stonework, stained glass windows, and intricate ironwork, reminiscent of a haunting fantasy film set or a twisted reflection of Gotham City itself.
Which was ironic on its own way, Captain Marvel thought, as he was rendered speechless by the insides of the palace.
The walls of the palace were adorned with ornate tapestries, depicting scenes of darkness and temptation. Ethereal beings floated through the air; their forms shrouded in an otherworldly glow. The corridors were lined with statues, each one a twisted representation of sin and suffering. The flickering torches cast an eerie glow, illuminating the path before Captain Marvel as he made his way towards the heart of the palace.
As he entered the main chamber, his eyes widened in surprise at the sight that greeted him. There, seated at an opulent table adorned with delicate china and silverware, were two figures engaged in conversation. On one side sat Lucifer, the Fallen Angel, their regal presence emanating an air of both power and intrigue. On the other side sat Dream of the Endless, his ethereal beauty and enigmatic nature captivating to behold.
The juxtaposition of their presence in this gothic palace within the depths of Hell was both stunning and perplexing to Captain Marvel. The room itself seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly energy, the air tinged with an aura of magic and mystery. The scene before him was surreal, as if drawn from the pages of a fantastical tale.
Lucifer's piercing gaze met Captain Marvel's, a glimmer of amusement dancing in their eyes. Dream, ever enigmatic, regarded the newcomer with a solemn nod. The silence hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken questions and a palpable tension.
Captain Marvel, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected encounter, found his voice. "I... I didn't expect to find you both here," he managed to utter, his words laced with a mix of awe and reverence.
Lucifer, a wry smile playing on their lips, responded, "Ah, Captain Marvel, the Champion of Magic. You have arrived at quite an interesting gathering. Care to join us for tea?"
Captain Marvel, still processing the surreal nature of his surroundings, nodded slowly, finding himself drawn towards the table. As he took a seat, he couldn't help but marvel at the convergence of beings from different realms, each with their own unique powers and responsibilities.
Lucifer's voice broke the silence, dripping with playful mischief as they addressed Captain Marvel. "So, my dear Captain Marvel, I hear whispers of a romantic entanglement between you and my great-grandson, Damian Wayne. Pray, enlighten me."
A sudden wave of unease washed over Captain Marvel, his heart pounding in his chest. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he struggled to find the right words in the face of Lucifer's probing inquiry. He felt the weight of their gazes upon him, their eyes searching for a response. "You are correct, Lucifer. Damian and I share a deep and meaningful relationship, one that extends beyond mere friendship. When I am in my Billy Batson form, we are of the same age and have found love and companionship in each other."
The room seemed to hold its breath as Lucifer reclined in their chair, a mischievous glint dancing in their eyes. Dream remained a silent observer, his expression betraying a hint of amusement. "Ah, young love. How delightful. I must admit, I find it quite amusing to see the paths that our descendants choose. Fear not, Captain Marvel, I hold no ill will towards your relationship with Damian. In fact, I am rather pleased with his choice of consort. Such powerful consorts like yourself and Trigon's daughter are such a delightful surprise! My great-grandson truly takes after me!"
"More like his father if we are taking about romantic partners," Captain Marvel muttered under his breath, before focusing again on the Fallen Angel. Captain Marvel's unease began to dissipate as Lucifer's playful demeanor softened. "Thank you, Lucifer."
"Love knows no boundaries, and the heart follows its own path," Lucifer's playful smile widened. "Cherish the connection you have found, for it is a rare and precious gift. May your love endure and flourish in the face of whatever challenges lie ahead." As the tension eased and the weight of their earlier exchange lifted, a sense of warmth filled the room. "Though, I do need you to do something for me. I have a couple of gifts I need you to take to my great-grandson next time you see him."
"Of course!" Captain Marvel beamed.
If there's something that will always take him by surprise is Lucifer's tender care of Damian. The Fallen Angel does love to spoil his heir quite a lot. However, no matter how surprising it was, it warmed the Champion of Magic's heart to know that his beloved had a warm family.
Dream turned his attention towards Captain Marvel, his eyes filled with curiosity and concern. The air in the room seemed to shimmer with the weight of his presence, an ethereal quality that hinted at the vastness of his realm. "What of your human form, Billy Batson? How does he fare under the care of our mutual friend, Hob Gadling?"
Captain Marvel's face softened, a warm smile spreading across his lips as he recalled the transformation that had taken place in Billy's life. He now had a warm family too. "Billy is doing remarkably well, thanks to Hob. He has taken the young boy under his wing with great care and kindness. Billy has found a sense of stability and belonging that he had long yearned for."
The room seemed to hold a sense of tranquility as Captain Marvel's words hung in the air. Dream listened intently, his expression serene yet attentive, before he spoke again. "I am glad to hear that. Hob has a way of imparting wisdom and guiding lost souls towards their true potential. It warms my heart to know that Billy has found solace in his presence."
Captain Marvel nodded, a sense of gratitude washing over him. The thought of Billy having a stable home and a mentor figure who genuinely cared for his well-being brought a sense of peace to Captain Marvel's heart. It is weird to think of one side of himself as completely different from yourself, but Captain Marvel is a creation of seven minds and souls being combined. He does not have any desire other than his duty to magic and the universe. While Billy Batson is at the driver's wheel for the most time and influences Captain Marvel's actions the most, they are still different people. Similar to how the Enchantress and June Moone used to be.
That does not mean that they are antagonistic or that Captain Marvel envies Billy Batson in any manner. If anything, he is very grateful for the boy, for giving him such a great community and friends to relay on. Captain Marvel is quite fond of Billy's beloveds as well, they are incredible people, even though he will never be interested in entering a relationship himself. From the human knowledge he had gathered from Billy's memories, Captain Marvel would classify himself as asexual and aromantic. And he quite comfortable with that, very happy really.
"Hob has also encouraged Billy's thirst for knowledge," Captain Marvel continued to share. "He has enrolled him in the school where Hob teaches, and Billy has eagerly embraced the opportunity to learn and grow."
"Education is a gift that empowers the mind and shapes the future," Dream's eyes glimmered with satisfaction, his voice resonating with a comforting tone. "I have no doubt that under Hob's guidance, Billy will flourish and find his place in the world."
A sense of contentment settled over Captain Marvel as he shared the positive developments in Billy's life with Dream. He marveled at the interconnectedness of their stories, how the threads of fate had woven their paths together, leading to this moment of shared conversation and understanding.
"Thank you, Dream, for your concern and for the role you played in bringing Hob and Billy together. Their connection has brought immeasurable joy and growth to both of their lives."
"It was a convergence of destinies, a tapestry woven by the hands of fate," Dream inclined his head, a soft smile gracing his features. The room seemed to shimmer with a sense of shared kinship, as the realms of magic and dreams intermingled in the presence of these two extraordinary beings. "I am glad to have been a part of their journey. May Billy continue to flourish under Hob's guidance, and may you find solace in knowing that you have made a profound difference in his life."
"Now, if I may ask," Captain Marvel continued, now facing the two of them. "Why are you two together? I came because I got an invitation from Lucifer."
"Well, we are two of the few people who are aware of the future that never came to be," Lucifer drawled. How did he drawl so elegantly? That should be illegal! "As our champions, being you and Damian, are in a relationship- well, your human form is at least. We decided that forming an alliance would be smart."
"The universe fell in that timeline, to the point that even my brother's book burned to ashes," Dream continued solemnly. "While we all know that the universe will come to an end one day, that does not mean we should not do our best to keep it at bay the best we can. Now that Lucifer is done trying to conquer new realms, we decided to unite fronts. Hell, and the Dreaming are two powerful realms, two of the strongest, united there's little that can come our way without facing dire consequences."
"Still, there will be rules you must abide, be it by God," Captain Marvel pointed out, grimacing when Lucifer's beautiful face scowled. "Or by the Kindly Ones," he turned to Dream, who had a glare on his face. Talk about land mines. "Flamebird, Raven, and I will be there for those instances."
"The Unholy Trinity to the rescue," Lucifer teased him with a smirk. "Aren't we lucky."
Lucky they were, as it was because of the Unholy Trinity that the universe got a second chance.
As the tension eased and the conversation shifted to lighter topics, Captain Marvel couldn't help but reflect on the complexities of relationships and the ways in which they transcended conventional expectations. In the depths of Hell, in the presence of powerful beings, he had learned the importance of embracing the bonds that formed, regardless of how they were labeled or perceived by others.
As the door swung open, revealing the familiar figure of Damian Wayne, a surge of anticipation coursed through Billy Batson's veins. It had been two long months since they had last seen each other, a seemingly endless stretch of time that had tested their patience and longing. The moment their eyes met, a radiant smile spread across Billy's face, illuminating the room with pure joy. It was as if a thousand dandelions bloomed in the space between them, carrying their hopes and dreams on ethereal petals. The love they felt for each other was something they had never experienced before, a love that made them feel alive, free, and complete. In the depths of Damian's eyes, Billy saw a glimpse of forever, a promise of a future filled with happiness and togetherness. And when Damian smiled, it was as if the sun itself shone brighter, warming their souls, and bringing joy to their hearts.
Without a moment's hesitation, Billy rushed forward, his arms outstretched, and Damian reciprocated the gesture. Their embrace was tight and filled with an unspoken yearning that had built up during their time apart. It was a culmination of anticipation, love, and a deep connection that had transcended the boundaries of time and distance. Their bodies pressed against each other, their heartbeats synchronized, as if the universe had conspired to bring them back together. The room seemed to fade into the background, and all that mattered was the warmth of their embrace, the reassurance of being in each other's arms once again. Tears of relief and happiness welled up in Billy's eyes, shimmering with unspoken emotions. He buried his face in Damian's shoulder, inhaling his familiar scent, feeling a sense of completeness wash over him. Damian held him tightly, his grip firm and comforting, as if he never wanted to let go.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still, allowing them to savor the pure bliss of their reunion. The weight of their separation lifted, replaced by a profound sense of belonging and love. It was as if the world had aligned itself perfectly, granting them this precious moment to reaffirm their connection. Their joy reverberated through the room, filling the air with an electrifying energy. The emotions that surged within them were palpable, an overwhelming blend of relief, happiness, and an unbreakable bond that had weathered the test of time.
As they slowly pulled apart, their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. Words were unnecessary in that moment, for their embrace had conveyed more than any language could express. Their smiles spoke volumes, a shared language of love and acceptance.
Billy's voice trembled with emotion as he whispered, "I missed you, Damian."
Damian's eyes gleamed with affection as he replied, his voice filled with tenderness, "And I, you, my beloved."
Their hearts intertwined, they stood in that moment, basking in the warmth of their reunion. The room seemed to shimmer with an aura of love, as if the very walls reveled in their happiness.
As Billy and Damian stood in each other's embrace, their love enveloped them like a field of dandelions, delicate and resilient. Their love was their prayer, their devotion to each other, a deep longing for a future where they would forever be intertwined. A love that they knew was rare, something that came once in a lifetime. They believed with all their hearts that they had found that love in each other, a love that was worth cherishing and protecting. They vowed to hold onto their love, to nurture it like a delicate dandelion, and to never let it fade away.
In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of their love, Billy and Damian felt like they were in their own universe. As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that their love was something extraordinary, something that transcended time and space. And with every beat of their hearts, they embraced the promise of a love that would endure, just like the dandelions that scattered in the wind, carrying their wishes and dreams to the heavens above.
Billy and Damian settled into the comfortable confines of the safe house, a sanctuary where they could freely express their thoughts and feelings. They sat opposite each other, their eyes locked, and a warmth radiated between them. The room was filled with an air of intimacy and the lingering scent of familiarity. With a hint of longing in their voices, they spoke of their deep affection for their beloved Raven, the missing piece of their triad. It was evident in their words and the softness in their eyes that her absence was keenly felt, even amidst their happiness of being reunited.
Billy sighed, his voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and pride. "I miss Raven, you know? She's our anchor, the one who keeps us grounded. It's not the same without her."
Damian nodded, his expression mirroring Billy's sentiment. "I feel the same way. Raven is an extraordinary being, and her strength never ceases to amaze me. However, she is in charge of Trigon's realm now and won't be coming to Earth in a while. Even if she hates it," Damian chuckled. "Though, I do understand her reluctance to embrace the role of a queen. It's not in her nature."
Their gazes softened, a shared understanding passing between them. They were both fiercely proud of Raven for overthrowing her father Trigon and taking the throne, but they also knew that ruling a realm was not something she desired.
Billy leaned forward, his eyes filled with concern. "I can see that she's burdened by the weight of the crown. She wants to be free, to be herself without the constraints of being a ruler. I wish there was a way to help her."
A spark of determination ignited in Damian's eyes. "Perhaps there is," he mused. "My great- grandparent, Lucifer, might hold the answers we seek. They have a way of navigating realms and bridging gaps between different domains. I could talk to them about the possibility of merging Trigon's realm with Hell."
Billy's eyes widened with hope. "You mean, Raven could still oversee her realm, but with the support and guidance of Lucifer and the denizens of Hell?"
Damian nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "Exactly. It would alleviate the burden she feels and allow her to continue her role as a princess, not burdened by the weight of ruling alone. Raven deserves to be happy, and we'll do everything in our power to ensure that."
Their conversation continued, filled with earnest discussions and plans for the future. They spoke of their unyielding love for Raven, their shared devotion, and their commitment to each other. As the room enveloped them in a comforting embrace, their words held the promise of unity, support, and the unbreakable bond they shared. In that intimate space, Billy and Damian found solace in each other's presence, knowing that together they would navigate the challenges that lay ahead. And as they leaned closer, their hands entwined, they drew strength from their love and the unspoken promise that they would always be there for each other and for Raven, their beloved third partner in this extraordinary triad.
"Oh! That's right! I almost forgot!" Billy exclaimed, before beaming at Damian. "I recently visited Hell, well, Captain Marvel did," he corrected himself. "Lucifer asked him to give you a present from them."
"A present?" Damian wondered confused, before sighing. "What have you done now great- grandparent?"
"Don't worry, it is a good one," Billy assured him, chuckling. "Here you go!"
"Th-that... Titus! Alfred!" Damian exclaimed, face breaking into a huge smile, as he knelt and opened his arms to receive his two pets. Pets that should not be alive yet... "Billy... are they?"
"Yep," Billy snickered. "A Lucifer special upgrade!"
"Oh, grand-parent, what games are you playing now?" Damian sighed, though he was giggling when Titus started giving him doggy kisses all over his face.
As Damian sat cross-legged on the floor, his beloved pets, Titus and Alfred, were wagging tails and purrs of affection. Titus, the majestic Great Dane, nuzzled his head against Damian's chest, while Alfred, the sleek black cat, gracefully leaped onto his lap, curling up in a contented ball. Damian's face lit up with joy as he showered his furry companions with gentle caresses and whispered words of endearment. Billy watched the heartwarming scene unfold before him, a soft smile playing on his lips. The sight of Damian, surrounded by such unconditional love and companionship, warmed his heart in ways that words could hardly express. It was a beautiful testament to the depth of Damian's capacity to care and nurture, a side of him that was often hidden beneath his stoic exterior.
He observed the way Damian's eyes sparkled with affection as he looked down at his furry friends. The love he shared with Titus and Alfred was palpable, evident in the tender gestures and the softness that graced his voice. It reflected the kindness and compassion that Billy cherished in Damian, a reminder of the depth of his character and the genuine connection he fostered with those around him, be they human or animal. Billy's heart swelled with a mixture of adoration and gratitude. He was grateful for the opportunity to witness this intimate moment, to see Damian's tender side fully unveiled. It deepened his love for Damian, knowing that beneath the bravado and the fierce determination, there was a gentle soul who nurtured and cared for those who held a special place in his heart.
He marveled at the bond between Damian and his pets, realizing that it mirrored the bond they shared as a couple. Just as Damian cared for and protected his furry companions, he did the same for Billy, enveloping him in a love that was fierce, unwavering, and filled with tenderness. As he watched Titus and Alfred shower Damian with affection, Billy couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of contentment and joy. In that moment, he knew without a doubt that he was exactly where he was meant to be. The love that radiated between them, encompassing both human and animal, was a testament to the beauty and depth of their connection.
And so, with a heart full of love and gratitude, Billy quietly savored the sight before him. The warmth that emanated from Damian and his pets enveloped him, filling him with a sense of peace and belonging. It was a reminder of the love that they shared and the precious moments they would continue to create together, building a future filled with love, companionship, and the undeniable magic of their extraordinary triad.
Of course, the other shoe had to drop, and truned beautiful reunions into the chaotic missions Damian was so acquired with.
"This is really... why is it always us?!" Alexander cursed, as he dodged another shuriken.
Damian, Alexander, Mara, Cassandra, Jade, and Lian were making their way to Gotham City. When they crossed paths with said city's famous Sirens. Which honestly surprised Damian, as around this time Harley was supposed to still be the Joker's girlfriend/punching bag, Ivy was supposed to still be in her genocide period, and Selina was supposed to be running away from her feeling for Batman. But Damian was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Who was he kidding? Damian is totally the type to do that. But he'll investigate how did that change later. For now, he is simply grateful that Harley shared that she heard that the Joker was planning on hurting the little Robin. So, no one in his party would question how he knew to go to Ethiopia.
Once they reached Ethiopia, they parted ways. His family did not like it, but they understood his reasoning. Jade could not leave Lian, and bringing a baby to a mission was straight up dumb. Mara was ten years old, and Alexander was eleven years old, no matter how well trained they will not join a mission- Damian was only allowed to go because of his powers. Cass needed to stay behind to protect Mara and Alec.
Which ended up not being the smartest idea, as David Cain and Lady Shiva ambushed them, not very happy about their wayward daughter. They caught Alec to use against Cass, but Mara is always close to her cousin and took Cain down. Jade blocked Lady Shiva long enough for the kids to regroup and then they ran, give Cain and Shiva closing in fast.
"There's an abandoned warehouse!" Mara exclaimed. "We can go there!"
Not seeing another available option, they crashed through a window. To their surprise they found Damian there, untying the ropes on a boy beaten half to death. Looking around the room they found woman, beaten to death, and a bleached bad Pennywise imitation on the floor. You could easily note the burn marks on his body. He was still breathing, but barely.
The boy Damian was tending to, was sobbing hysterical. "She sold me to him! She was supposed to be my mom! And she sold me to him!" Robin was now crying, crashing on Damian's chest as he was finally untied. "He made me watch as he beat her to death!"
"Alec, no!" Mara stepped before her cousin, as he was heading to the Joker with his sword. "Remember we are seeking sanctuary in Gotham and the Bat does not kill... neither does akhi."
"Did you not hear what that sick piece of shit did?!" Alex shouted at her in Arabic.
"We did, but we are looking to turn a new leaf," Jade put a hand on his shoulder. "We can't do that if we fall back on bad habits."
Alec was not happy but put his sword away and turned to his new older sister figure, when she gasped one of the few words she had learned to speak: "Pretty!"
And pretty it was. Damian was using his Phoenix Fire to heal Robin. The golden flames dances prettily in the bad lit warehouse. No matter how many times they've seen him work in the last six months, they will never stop being at awe. It's like watching a miracle happen. Every wound, internal or external, every broken bone, every scar, gone.
"H-how is this possible?" Robin stuttered in disbelief.
"Magic," Damian answered, though Jason noticed a sad edge to it. Before Jason could say anything Lady Shiva and David Cain crashed through the window. "You know what? We will not be doing this," Damian sent a blast of fire to the assassins, the same way he did with the Joker- to take them down, but not to kill. "Let's get out of here, we have a lot to discuss."
Jason followed behind the group of assassins... ex-assassins? He knew he shouldn't, but what else was he supposed to do? Screw Batman's rules! He had gone through fucking hell, and he did not care the fuck if his saviors were assassins.
When they were a couple of miles away an explosion rocked the block. They all turned back to find the warehouse in flames.
"The Joker always did have a penance for explosions," Jason commented, not knowing what else to say.
It's done, Jason thought in relief. It's finally done! He is dead!
"All right!" Alec cheered, while Mara and Jade looked satisfied.
Cass felt conflicted, death was horrible... but they were horrible people. They did not kill them, fate did. It must have been karma, Cassandra decided. She will not celebrate death but will feel happy they can't hurt anyone ever again.
Damian, on the other hand, finally facepalmed. He was done with it all. How did he forget about the fucking bombs?! When did that bastard clown start the timer? Who is so fucking insane to start a bomb while in the middle of torture... oh, right, this is the Joker we are talking about.
Was the Joker...
I really need to stop doing it, Damian groaned internally as a piece of debris landed right in front of his group. Upps... How is Lian still asleep? I knew the girl will turn out to be kickass when she grows up, but even as a baby she is a badass! I can't believe I am speaking like Todd of all people...
"This is depressing," Damian muttered to himself, as the Batmobile's tires screeched to a stop.
Batman threw the door open with a kick and landed on his knees, screaming himself hoars: "JASON!"
Robin stood frozen, not believing what he was seeing. He cared; his dad truly cared. "Dad!" Jason shouted and ran towards Batman, who received him in a bone crashing hug.
Meanwhile Damian had forgotten how to breath. He watched the son-father pair in shock.
Father
"How is it that you are not injured?" Batman asked gruffly, but his hands on Robin's cheeks were tender.
Dad
"He healed me dad!" Jason exclaimed pointing towards the group that had saved him. "He was so cool! Came in and took the Joker down with a burst of flames! Then healed me as if it was nothing. Oh! But don't blame him, he did not know about the bombs. No one did. The Joker is fucking insane.
Baba
"Hi... so, we run away from the league and would like to request sanctuary in Gotham," Jade tool a step forward, hiding the kids behind her.
That and the baby in her arms had Batman's stare softening. "Is the baby Arsenal's?"
"Yes," Jade answered, unsurprised that Batman knew- he was the world's greatest detective after all. "Don't worry, I am planning on telling him once I've settled down."
Batman hummed and turned to Damian, Mara, Alec, and Cass. Damian could not see his eyes because of the cowl, but he knew his baba. Batman was angry at the league, and they were already half-emotionally adopted. Cassandra realized the same thing, the tension on her body leaving.
"This is Bat-talk for: 'What's your story?'" Jason translated, taking pity on the new kids.
He already knew they were getting adopted, not that Jason cared. They saved his life, were fucking awesome, and he had always wanted to be a big brother.
"I was raised in a lab until nine months ago, when my brother took me away. I'm a clone made out of Talia al Ghul and Deathstroke. Mara was born out of Ra's crippled son, so she was shamed and tortured in disguise of training," Alec answered, trying to sound nonechally, but everyone heard the undertones of rage in his voice. "Cassandra only language was violence. Daughter of Cain and Shive, also killed by that explosion," Batman turned around in shock. "Hey! We did not know it was going to blow up, ok?! They were chasing us, and we simply knocked them out once we got the chance. Did you know Cass did not know how to read, talk, or write until six months ago? They were awful people who..."
"Alec, calm down," Damian stepped forward and took his shoulders with his hands, staring deep into his eyes. "Deep breaths, follow me. In, out, in, out..."
Bruce observed the ragtag group of kid assassins, yes, he included Jade in it, and his heart warmed up. They went through a lot but still wanted to do good. To be better. They saved his son! Of course, he was also Batman and paranoid as hell, so he'll have to make various contingency plans.
"Hello, father," Damian faced Batman, after he had calmed down his brother. "I thought you would be taller," Batman could only stare at this boy in silent shock. "My name is Damian Alfred Wayne, but you most likely know me for my hero's name Flamebird."
Just like that, Batman's exec's stopped working.
A/N: watch?v=i5RVKwIhrLc
