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An actual proper post with all of them

Myth of The Machine

Theatre Love

Council of Hell

Toon Racers

Bendy and Boris: The Ink Curse

Oceans Myths

Taste of Divinity

Ichor Isles Cinema

Toontown: Ink Bound

Not So Good Ending

Danger Run

Caberet AU

Showbiz and Souls

Labyrinthine

Golden Eye: Hunt for The Bandit

The Inkwell Fractures

The Bendystraw Show

Fuck Ass Collab AU

Bendy and Boris: Ticket to Hell

Ink Machine Chronicles

The Mysteries of The Ink Machine

Bendy and The Missing Ink Demons

Mystical Ink Machine

Ace It!

Ask Bendy and Pals

Even a Demon Needs a Bodyguard

Bendy and The Forgotten Isle

Glory n’ Ghenna

No Place Like Hell

Toon Chronicles

Stay a Little Longer

It’s About Cups and Studios

Bloodbound AU

Ask Your King Bendy

Bendy and The Inkwell Secret

The Inkbottle AU

Cowboy AU

Rock AU

The Ink Machine: Myth or Reality?

Hunt for The Demons Cure

The Bendy Crew Ask Blog!

Celebritoons

Ink n’ Cups

The Cup Crew and The Quest for Calix Animi

Lend a Hand, Change a Fate

The Angels Curse

Restoring The Ink Machine

Bendy and Cuphead: to Hell n’ Back

Bendy and Boris: Quest for The Lost Cure

The Inky Mystery

Ask Cups and Casinos

Bendy and Boris: The Vampires Curse

Four From The Ink

A New Tea Set

Myth of The Cowboys

Bendy and The Toons Adventure

Overkill AU

Mix of Ink and Ichor

Ask Comedian Cup

Cars and Coffee

Ink and Static

Itty Bitty Toons

"Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through.

There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions.

There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings.

This is a love story."

Slay the princess, my beloved. I finally bought the game. It's so much better to play than to watch someone else's play through.

This was going to be BlueInk, but I really wanted to draw Cuphead. Though I definitely plan on doing more Slay the Princess MOTM ships as there's so many routes that fit the ships I'm thinking about.

I personally see Cuphead being the protagonist, he just seems to have a more varied personality that fits some of the other voices. Especially with all the freaking AU’s he has (I like to think that each different Au of Cuphead is a different voice).

For me, Bendy is the princess because of how in the games he’s always perceived by the other characters to be evil and monstrous, but that is how they see him. When in reality, he was just created that way and he didn’t even ask to be created. (I got this analysis headcanon from watching a video comparing the demon versions of Bendy in the games)

So Cuphead is just thinking about what Bendy could be and Bendy is just become the version Cuphead thinks of.

(Hot Rod don't bother Dad talking)

Never has a single idea worked so well and backfired in such a miraculous way.

Originally, the Justice League's page was the leaguers attempting to do whatever popular trend that was happening, but failing in the kind of way that parents or older people who don't fully get the trend do. Like, they get the concept of the trend, but they really don't understand why it's a trend of what the actual point of it is.

It's not until the account gets taken over by Hal, Oliver and surprisingly, Bruce that it actually starts to go viral with its content. Instead of adhering to trends, its a lot of behind the scenes content. Embarrassing moments of the league caught on camera without them knowing, a few bits of scripted comedy.

The most popular video on the page is Batman reading over the 'dumbest budgetary requests from each member of the league' with a monotone voice and expression. Lots of questions are raised as to where the hell the league get's all their money. None get answered.

The Titan's also start off with trends, but are doing a lot more dance trends than anything. They're all just a bit too good at dancing to not absolutely kill every trend. If there is a song going viral, you can bet your life on it that the Titans have already choreographed and filmed something for it.

A few trends also spawn off the Titan's tiktok, but they are mostly people trying to recreate some of the dumbest tricks they have seen them do in their videos, and fail spectacularly because 'there's no way a human can actually move like that'. The Trend "The Reason I'm not a Titan" (similar to the not make the olympics trend) goes mega viral, and even has some of the younger heroes doing it, including videos of them all fumbling during hero work and patrols.

It's Young Justice's account that makes the league regret this entire idea, because unlike the older heroes, they actually understand the trends, and they are fully aware as to what they're doing. Trauma Candy Salads. We Listen and We Don't Judge. Hear Me Out Cake, all of them are done by Young Justice much to the amusement of the public and absolute horror of the rest of the hero community.

The infamous clip of Slobo putting Lex Luthor on their hear me out cake, only to have Superboy screaming "MY DAD?!" and have the video sharply cut off with Red Robin and Wondergirl loosing their absolute shit in the background goes insanely viral because 1) people didn't know Lex Luthor was Superboys Dad and 2) Is that infamous bounty hunter and known adversary of superman Lobo?

Tim: Bruce I want to invite kon over for dinner is that okay?

Bruce: that's fine but is there any particular reason you're asking me instead of him just showing up like usual?

Tim: be wants a more formal 'meet the parents' dinner.

Bruce: oh? So you're dating?

Tim: ya, for a couple months now.

Bruce: well that's great I'm happy fo-

Jason from across the cave: WHAT?!?!

-----

Later that night at dinner

Jason, and dick staring daggers at kon

Bruce, surprisingly the most calm about all of this: so, how did this relationship come about?

Kon: it kinda just happened I think. We both liked each other for a while

Tim: ya I don't think we realized until the spin the bottle game tho

Dick*MAJOR SPIT TAKE*

Jason: YOU DEFILED MY BROTHER??!?

Kon, sweating, crying, throwing up:

Damian with his phone out: theres kryptonite in the second cabinet Todd!!!

I like the idea that they play into the joke SO HARD. Tim is a 17yr old CEO who needs a little fun every now and again, and Kon just likes to make Tim happy and cause a few migraines for lex when it's convenient for him.

All their posts have some line from Shakespeare and they are constantly posting stories and status updates about how their families are separating them. It doesn't go well for either Luthor or Wayne because now everyone is yelling at them to give their blessing before the boys decide to recreate the final scene. Lex couldn't care less if it weren't for the fact that him being labeled as a homophobe is bad for publicity. Meanwhile Bruce is sitting in his office absolutely losing it.

Clark is honestly fine with the whole thing, he thinks it'll blow over and is mostly just happy for Kon and Tim (not to say this didn't freak the fuck outta him when he saw the publicity around it but he got over it pretty quickly)

Lois on the other hand finds this all to be histarical so she took up the celebrity drama section of the daily planet SPACIFICALLY for them. She loves to hear about Bruce slowly going grey from the headlines.

"Billionaire BRUCE WAYNE and sons kick Luthor son Konner Luthor out of Wayne Mannar! Alienist? Homophobic? Anti meta?"

"Luthor and Wayne heirs caught behind a Dennys! Is this what young love must resort to?"

(I'm bad at being creative with headlines so PLEASE REBLOG WITH BETTER ONES)

@ TimothyDrakeWayne

Status update

Romeo, oh Romeo, where fore art thou Romeo 🥀⛓️💔

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@ Kon-elLuthorKent

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite 🥀💔❤️‍🔥

@ RicherdGraysonWayne

Disgusting.

@ TheZombieOfGothom

This is making me yearn for the grave

@ DamianAl-GhulWayne

This has to be illegal somewhere.

@ LexLuthor

Konner I am taking away your Twitter privileges.

@ BruceWayne

Tim please get offline, this is not very healthy.

@TimothyDrakeWayne

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM!

@Kon-ElLuthorKent

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clark didn't think much about young just us, when he did it was accompanied by a huge headache from the time the team was active and with every word he heard from Kon about them his life shortened ten years.

when Kon moved to their apartment in Metropolis to finish his last year of high school and later college, Clark didn't think that this meant that his entire team would be stuck in his house often.

it starts a week after Kon moved in, Clark's oldest son (because they were father and son, there was no point in running away from that and they understood that, although it seemed like the rest of the world didn't understand their relationship like they did.) was being a sweetheart in helping to take care of Jon, because Clark and Lois worked irregular hours and yes they could drop Jon off at school in the morning, but who the hell would pick the kid up in the afternoon and watch him until they got home for dinner? Take him to the dentist? The library? To the park to play with his friends? To school events? Well, Kon was doing that and damn Clark loved him so much.

So Kon asks: Hey can I invite a friend over tomorrow?

And of course he could, because it was Saturday, Jon would be home all day, Clark and Lois would be home at noon and Kon needed a break from being an 11 year old boy.

It starts with Tim, Clark arrives to find the third Robin on the couch playing video games with his kids, he doesn't even get scared, half the words Kon says in a day are Tim's name.

So the next week, Jon mentions spending the afternoon with Kon and Cassie Sandsmark at the park one day, having ice cream with Bart Allen the next and that on Friday they all got together at the skate park so Tim could teach him how to skate.

And Clark is fine, they are good kids, good heroes who are being babysat for free just to spend time with Kon and damn what good friends they are.

The following month he finds seven young people and his son making bracelets in his living room on Saturday night, the teenagers spend the night and Lois is simply in love with all of them and Clark too, because damn, they are good kids and excellent company.

Then before he knows it, Bart Allen has dinner with them once a week, Cissie King Jones gives celebrity gossip to the Planet, Tim Drake is at his house so many times a week that he starts helping Lois with journalistic cases (it's scary to see your wife and a malnourished teenager dismantling a corrupt company), Cassie Sandsmark starts talking to Clark about the Titans as if they were bar buddies and Clark complains about the League coming back, Greta Hayes sends them so many good handmade products that Lois drinks a different tea every day during the week without repeating the flavor and Anitta is very good with fashion, they all get exclusive pieces from her future brand.

("Tim will finance it," she told them when she explained why they were all using Clark's living room as a studio in the middle of the week. "But first, I need to get started, so everyone is working." and Clark sat down and helped, because his mother taught him many things and sewing was one of them, he taught Jon that afternoon.)

(He comments to Ma about the children and the woman just shrugs, saying that Kon's friends live on the farm too, she must have forgotten to tell Clark that they run in packs.)

("Except in Gotham, they don't come near Gotham," Ma tells him with a certain serious tone. "They hate that place and everything there that isn't Tim.")

One fine day, Clark is in the Tower on duty and then everything explodes because the Lantern Corps calls to warn that a ship identified from Earth is chasing a troop of mercenaries through space and when the image opens to show Impulse's ship flying by, Clark's first thought is "Damn, they're going to miss the premiere of the Cissie's new movie" and not a loud "What the fuck?" (Wally was kind enough to exclaim for everyone)

He just sighs and tells them to leave the kids alone, because they know what they're doing, the entire League starts screaming.

(Red Tornado looks at him knowingly, he says to Clark: Oh, they got you too.)

how Conner Kent became Conner Luthor Kent

Kon realizes one afternoon when he, Tim, Bart and the girls are relaxing at a resort that is too expensive for any of them (except Cissie) to afford that, damn it, he can't go out with Timothy Drake if he's a nobody.

Tim is a prodigy, smart, rich and handsome and Conner could be the trophy husband, he would be so happy with that, but YJ's life plan is to get Tim out of Gotham and keep him from killing himself working as a civilian and in the nightlife.

Conner would never take Tim from his comfortable life, ruled by luxury and money, in Gotham to stick him in a student apartment in a corner of Metropolis, no, that wasn't right, if he wanted to date Tim Drake he should be someone important, someone who can afford the life of luxury that his dear Robin was born into.

People tend to think of Conner as a good country soul, he is, but half of him comes from a hateful little man who conquered Metropolis and made his entire empire.

Kon is intelligent, he has a lot of knowledge dormant in his mind, above all, people underestimate him because of the exterior he shows, so it's very easy.

He shows up at Luthor Corp (formerly Lex Corp, renamed after, well, Lex Luthor screwed up and got arrested, he did a lot for Kon to remember). Lex's sister is officially in charge, but the board of directors runs the company, so Kon schedules a meeting with Lena Luthor, arrives in his civilian clothes, tells her he'd like to know what's going on with the company now that Lex is in jail. Lena explains that the company is only in one piece thanks to the board's herculean effort to prevent bankruptcy (a lot of people would lose their jobs and benefits because of that), Lex was the entire mind behind that company, no one could understand the notes he left or decode what his plans for the future of the company were about.

Kon looks at the sheets of notes from the notebooks Lex left and translates: You should sell the branches of the department stores in Australia, despite the profit, something will happen in the market that will make them bankrupt, it's better to sell at the peak of profit.

The board of directors looks at him like he's Jesus come back.

So it starts, he sits in on meetings translating and decoding the crap Luthor left behind and a few weeks later he has an office, months later he's using the man's old office and by the end of that year he's managed to get Lena to sign the company over to him with the full support of everyone important who worked there.

And boy, is that a lot of money, Kon manages to set up a college fund for Jon, buys new tractors for the farm and rebuilds the barn into something decent, he donates new computers to the Daily Planet (Lois almost cried over that), he also helped Kara finance an apartment in Metropolis for when she needed it.

The best part is that Kon loves his job and everyone else in the company loves him. All the money that Luthor Corp makes is practically given back to the community. In the space of a year, Conner Luthor (whose family relationship with Lex is unknown) built homes for the unfortunate, paid off student loans, created thousands of jobs, helped schools, donated to queer causes, and even planted hundreds of trees in the city. It was great. Kon was able to help out both inside and outside of the uniform.

So what if he used the money to sponsor Cissie's projects? Give Greta a comfortable life? Put Anita's parents in a good boarding school so that her friend could study without worries? So what if he paid for her and Greta's college? Who cares if he put Bart to work in the company's engineering department? (Like, the world thinks the Luthor Corp engineer is a genius, thank goodness they've never seen Bart work, or they'd think he's crazy) So what if Cassie Sandsmark gets hired as a lawyer for one of the biggest companies in the world right out of college?

So Kon finally has a name, he confesses his love to Tim, they date for months, Tim doesn't even notice his days in Kon's apartment getting longer, his clothes ending up in his boyfriend's wardrobe, he doesn't realize that by the end of their first year of dating, he's practically living in Kon's penthouse.

(It takes almost two years of hard work from all of them, Tim moves out of Gotham, finds himself working alongside Bart, before he realizes it he's already heading up the engineering department with his friend, he works reasonable hours, takes photography courses, helps the police as the only vigilante in Metropolis, the whole YJ moves into their neighborhood, it's perfect.)

(Clark was so happy, with YJ in town he could shorten his time as Superman and finally have some peace, of course he miscalculated this, in fact the need for Superman decreased with more heroes in town, but Rao knows that Clark's headaches only increased with the children running around town, he stopped trying to talk sense into them after seeing Red Robin hang Impulse upside down from a rooftop after the speedster ate his slice of cake, at least Jon was in the care of the best babysitters in town whether as a hero or civilian.)

Kon discovered himself, he was good at doing business, a shark like Lex was disguised by the Kents' easy charm, he smiled at each older executive already thinking "how am I going to use this one for my purposes?" He could come up with Lex's most crazy ideas to run the company, without violating any human rights in the process of making more money.

They say there are only two things certain in life: death and taxes. That’s why even the Joker doesn’t fuck with the IRS.

However, unfortunately for the Joker the other certainty is death and he has yet to pay his dues. Just like how he could only get away with tax evasion for so long, there are only so many times the Joker can dodge death.

Death is coming to collect, with interest.

And the Joker will have hell to pay.

~ A dark green cloud swirls over the city. From it, emerge three oppressive figures:

The one on the far left with flowing hair like white-hot fire. His vambraces made of (what appeared to be) molten glass stopped under his fingers, which then extend into into claws that seemed to drip lava. He had spiked obsidian pauldrons on his shoulders, fastening a luminous, stark-white cape to his shoulders. He wore a coronet of lightning and wielded a flail that appeared to be made of coal chains and a shrunken Red Giant star.

The second on the far right had a helm of dark iron wreathed in a plume of purple flame. His gauntlets and sword flamed with green hellfire. A pure black sheath seemingly made of void and a silver hunting horn were tied to his waist. He wore an armor forged of shadows and proofed with fear. He rode atop a mighty stead. An inky dark stallion with a curved horn and bat-like wings. His form was constantly slightly shifting depending on the angle which viewed him making him appear larger and more slippery than he was, enhancing his disquieting nature.

The third stood in the middle, smaller but no less terrifying than her companions. Her hair was wild with movement, only just visible because it appeared as if someone had bound the winds to her head. She wore a tiara made of storm clouds and pearls. She carried with her a spear, the shaft crafted of amazonite and the tip of a clear quartz, almost reminiscent of sea salt. At her hip lay a whip made of a restrained gale and a sea glass knife. She wore armor that appeared to be Greco-Roman in origin: a chest plate made of some sort of coral-like material and a battle skirt decorated with metallic bronze feathers.

They slowly descent on the city, bringing down a sense of power and dread. They paused at the top of Wayne Tower, where the city's vigilantes had all gathered in an attempt to create and feasible plan of action to discern what these beings want. The young woman in the middle speaks and the wind carries her voice. She is not loud but it the whole of Gotham hears her words.

"Greetings, Heroes of Gotham. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Spirit, Princess and Head Diplomat of the Infinite Realms. This is Samhain, the Fright Knight, loyal knight to the king,” she gestured to her right before switching to her left “and this is Prince Wraith, current General in Chief of the Realms. We come to you as the King’s Guard and entourage. We have official business in your city and wish to civilly notify you of our presence. The King will be arriving shortly and your cooperation would be great fully received.”

Batman moved forward to shake her hand and address the situation.

“I’m afraid that we prefer not to have unknowns operating within the city. Would you be able to tell us what business you have here? Perhaps we could reach an agreement?” Batman tried to negotiate as politely as he could. He did not want to risk offending the evidently powerful beings.

Princess Spirit’s smile sharpened as she thrummed her finger against her knife. She spoke again with an unnervingly pleasant tone.

“It appears you do not understand. We are not asking for your permission.” Her grip around his hand tightened. “ We are informing you.” She finished releasing his hand.

Batman withdrew his aching hand and regarded her with the beginnings of a protest on his lips. She didn’t allow him to speak.

“ This is out of your jurisdiction Batman. This is a matter of the Realms and the Afterlife. Whatever worldly rules or morals you wish to impose on those who enter this city do not apply to us. We will do our best to work within them, so as to appease you and to attempt to maintain a friendly relationship but in the macrocosm of the multiverse and afterlives you have no official power over us. Additionally, we have direct permission to operate here however we see fit from the City Spirit herself, Lady Gotham.”

Batman’s shadow seemed to fluctuated. His and his teams shadows moved from beneath them, closer to the Princess. Lady Gotham, though not manifesting. Was making her presence and approval known. Batman could not deny what he was seeing. His team shifted uncomfortably behind him. He appealed to her once more.

“ I see that we can’t stop you. We don’t want to get in your way either. Could you at least tell us why you are here?”

She smiled as if telling a joke, “All will be revealed in time”

Suddenly, there was a loud noise that sounded like tearing fabric. The green clouds mixed with purples and blues and began to churn faster. The cyclone emitted a flashes of bright light. In unison all three of the King’s Guard lifted up from the roof and took place underneath the eye of the wind storm.

Spirit holds her spear aloft. With one swift, commanding move she slams the butt of her spear down, creating a platform out of solidified air.

Wraith bellows out smoke and ash onto the platform to discolor it. With ferocious and precise movements his claws to carve in a sigil, leaving a soft orange glow against the black and gray.

Samhain sheathes his sword and pulls his horn from his waist. He wills his dark stead to rear up as he blows the horn, letting out one loud prolonged cry.

The three warriors stand at attention and Princess Spirit calls the winds to project her voice once more.

“ Now introducing the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, High King of the In-Between, The Great One, The Benevolent King, The Peace Maker, The Guardian of Souls, The One with the Cloak of Stars and the Crown of Frozen Light, The Perfect Balance, Ancient of Space and Reality, The Infinite King: Phantom!”

With a flash of white light a figure appear in the center of the platform. Simultaneously, the three knights bow in reverence.

The King has arrived.

As the Heroes of Gotham regain clear vision they are met with a striking figure.

There stood a toned young man appearing both boyishly young, yet wisened and weathered. He had side swept hair the creeped to the bottom of his neck. His skin was pale with an icy blue tint. He opened his eyes to reveal they shone an electric green. Upon his head rest a crown made of a crystalline material, reminiscent of an aurora. He wore a navy blue cloak that had a rich purple hood lined with stark white fur. The underside displayed a shifting galaxy pattern. His under suit was the same midnight black as Samhain’s. He donned golden arm bands and a gold chest plate in style quite similar to Spirit’s. His hand were covered in snow white gauntlets that matched Wraith’s vambraces.

They all stood in awe, beholden to the almost divine figure.

The king sent them a gentle smile. It was warm and comforting yet sent a chill down their shoulders.

King Phantom began to fly down toward the center of the city, his entourage fell into step behind him. He hovered several hundred feet over Wayne tower and looked down at the city. He then spoke in a booming voice, his tone kind but commanding.

“ I humbly greet the Lady Gotham, her champions, and her citizens,” the shadows curled toward him appreciatively. “ I am grateful for your cooperation in our effort to rectify a great injustice. As High King of the Infinite Realms it is one of my duties to preside over the afterlife. To bring guidance, peace, and justice to the souls under my jurisdiction. Recently, it has been brought to my attention that there is a soul among you who has not only dodged death, but caused great strife to a vast number of souls who call for justice.”

On the roof of Wayne Enterprises Jason and Damian both stiffen, but remain firm in their gaze toward the king. The king looks out at the city and sparing them the quickest of glances. He continues onward.

“ The man formerly know as Jack Napier, now called The Joker. He has avoided death on many an occasion but his life should have ended moment he fell into a vat of chemicals. Since then he has sent hundreds more to the afterlife. He has long yet to pay his dues. That is why on the behalf of justice, restoring balance, and of my subjects I officially condemn Jack Napier.”

“Jack Napier, you have been allowed 24 hours turn yourself into our custody in order to be put on trial for your crimes in the Infinite Realms. Should you fail to turn youself in, we shall take that as an admission of guilt and acceptance to be punished for your actions. After the 24 hours are up, Samhain shall use his horn to summon The Hunt and we shall track you down.”

His gaze passed specifically over Red Hood, one of the Oracle’s drones, Nightwing, Signal, Red Robin, and Batman before he spoke his next words.

“All those souls who have been wronged by the Joker, both living and deceased, who wish to have a hand in their justice have been invited to join The Hunt if they so choose.”

The king lifted his hand, calling the swirling green clouds to his gather in his palm. The clouds swiftly rearranged themselves into a smokey timer hanging in the sky.

An impish smirk graced King Phantom’s face as he let out a malicious laugh and gave his final decree.

A big thing for him is trying to let the courts do their thing, but it doesn’t have to just be Gotham’s courts

So he gives them all of Joker’s known safe houses and places that seem to have some sort of meaning to him that he may flee to as well as his notes on all of Joker’s gadgets and even antidotes to Joker Toxin just in case

Good Luck is delicately written in cursive on the card that sits on top of what lies inside. He can tell it’s Bruce’s handwriting. Which is, not what Jason expected. Bruce giving him a message yes, but one to stop him, not encouraging him.

Lifting the card he catches his breath. He knows this gun. The only gun Bruce every held, the only gun Bruce ever even considered firing.

It’s the one from a lonely alleyway, dropped after the shooter realized what he did. There was only one bullet left in it. The shooter used the only two of the three. Rumor has it the third was meant for that 8 year old boy that kneeled in front of his dying parents.

The gun that killed Thomas and Martha Wayne.

The message doesn’t need to be on a card for him to know what Bruce is telling him.

And Batman hasn’t done a single thing to save him. “Bats! Where the hell are you Bats!? Are you really going to let them kill me!?” Joker yelled out, desperate. This isn’t how he’s supposed to go out. He’s supposed to prove that all it takes is one bad day, to break one of the greatest heroes and turn him into the next Joker. He’s supposed to torture everyone, force smiles on their faces from his gas, melt them with acid, not this!!!

“He’s not saving you Clown.” Red Hood spoke, glaring Joker down from behind his helmet. “You really think you know B? If you really did you’d know he wants the courts to do their jobs, that he is supposed to simply be a tool for justice not the blade. You have been found guilty by a court of law and sentenced to death.” Red Hood pointed a revolver at Joker, one that felt familiar to the clown, “And he gave me the biggest symbol of his permission to kill you. There’s nowhere left to run,” Joker turned around only to see that everywhere on the street was a Gothamite armed and waiting for him to try and escape. Gordon was pointing a shotgun at him and his daughter was sitting next to him in her wheelchair pointing a gun of her own at him. There was nowhere he could escape, spirits and living alike had him surrounded. They had lured him into an inescapable trap.

“Any last words?”

HELPPP THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE JUST A JOKE

WHY AM I CRYING

Ref:

Jason (because I'm sure among the Batfamily he is the one who has read the MDZS novel), after reading MDZS realised that WangXian sounds very familiar. Almost too familiar.

While he was trying to figure out who, he saw Batman come down the Cave with Superman chattering his ears out. Batman is silently listening like Superman hung the moon. That's when it him!

THAT'S LITERALLY THEM!

Batman is Lan Wangji and Superman is Wei Wuxian! BruceJi and ClarkXian!!!!

Bruce like LWJ. He doesn't know how to flirt and would just stare at Clark until he marries him!!!

While Clark in Wei Wuxian fashion doesn't understand Bruce is "trying" to flirt. He can't take the hint! He gotta be straight (ha!) with him!!!

"Oh another coffee shop AU? Okay...i wonder what pairing this is-- anddd its superbat, okay, cool."

"Hold the fuck on, why is green lantern making out with batman, WAIT WHY ARE THEY IN GOTHAM ACADEMY—"

"Another angsty fic of me? Okay, FINE, I'll get fucking therapy jfc, and maybe I'll get my life back together no need to tell me twice.

"This is unfair, god hates me, why the hell is Damian taller than me when he's 16. HE'S LITERALLY 16."

"Damnnn, you really just did that Bruce? CPS is gonna have a field day with this."

"Awww this is actually pretty cute, I would never do that though, god that was fucking embarassing, you're embarassing."

Now when he comes back to his original universe he just has all this weird knowledge and habits that he has after being in all those universes, and some of them he doesnt even notice like:

He sleeps literally anywhere in the Manor, kissing Kon on the cheek, holding Duke's hand randomly, being cuddly with Bart and Cassie, patting Jason in the back, ruffling Damians head or even hugging Dick first. And he sometimes just hugs Bruce just because, maybe Bruce is gonna be shocked for the first few times then he gets used to it.

And everyone in the batfam and his friends gets used to Tim being subtly open to affection and reciprocates it back to him, while also being used to him referencing some weird pop culture memes and inside jokes they don't get except for him.

Danny and Lois both know for a fact that bleeding heart Clark Kent would take him in in a moment.

Lois looked at Danny's potluck offering in trepidation.

She knew that Danny didn't have any means to make anything from scratch for the event, living in the alley and all. But even still, this was a suspiscously familar piece of tupperware.

"You made potato salad." She asked again, eyebrow raised in challenge.

Danny- the sharp boy he was- immediately punted Clark under the proverbial bus: "Clark's mom taught me!"

Like a dog hearing his own name, the reporter from Smallville, Clark- her husband! her partner!- perked up at the mention and gave Lois a little smile and wave.

"Oh really?" She glared at the sunshine and rainbows smile her golden retriver of a husband was giving off.

Like he hadn't stolen her protege out from under her nose with the same technique of Ma Kent's cooking.

Of course, Clark would win over the boy. He had that Small Town Americana thing that he and the boy innately shared.

-Really good at fixing things.

-Absurded ways to deal with extreme weather. ("It's not even that cold!" "It's below 0 wear a coat over the flannel!")

Like two peas in a pod, they even wore the same pattern of flannel shirts today!

Danny escaped (dang it) to find a spot on the table when a short head of black hair came up to her elbow.

"Mom?"

A sigh. "Yes, Jon?"

The boy put on his best sunshine and rainbows smile. "Can Danny stay with us? He can share a bunk with me! I won't be rough I promise!"

"I don't know kiddo. I'll have to talk to your Dad about it." Although if she even gave a whiff of taking Danny in, Clark would be finding a bigger apartment within seconds.

Small son content with her answer, he left to pester Danny into some kind of game.

Lois took a sip of her soda, wishing it was something a bit stronger when another set of black hair and blue eyes appeared at her side.

"Mom?"

Blink. He didn't usually call her that."Yes, Kon?"

"Can we keep him?" The round black sunglasses, piercings, and leather jacket with studs still gave her a bit of whiplash now that Kon was getting more mature.

(Like a punk version of Clark. Now that's a thought for later.)

"I'll have to talk to your dad about that. Why? You want to share a bunk too?"

Leather boots scuffed together on the grass and a ring on his hand clinked against the plastic cup. "I just think he needs a safe place to land you know?"

Ah crap.

She chanced to look at his expression and it wasn't sunshine and rainbows like Clark and Jon, but something a bit more melancholy and sad and...

Dammit.

The emotional manipulation of it all.

"Clark wins."

Three fists raised in the air, matching smiles on all their faces.

"Thanks, Mom!" Kon says after giving her a quick hug.

"You're the best Mom!" Jon says as he drags Danny to Clark with all the energy of a puppy.

"Well Lois," Superman murmured as he flew the reporter over the city at a leisurely pace. "I hear you're now a mother to three. Congratulations."

"Not to be a Wayne but I hope the next one is a girl." Lois let her head rest on the hero's shoulders with a happy sigh.

But also, Danny has to feed up to his twin sister/Mirror born at some point. And being Danny does it in the most nonchalant way possible.

Danny: Hey Lois! My twin sister will be running through town can she crash here for a few nights?

And all three Supers are just immediately on scene from half a city away for this conversation.

Lois: Twin Danny?

Danny: Well, I was my towns hero for a bit. As you know. So my nemesis clones me. And like, screwed her over to make her attack me. And so I helped her get away from him and healed her. So now she's my twin.

Lois: Ok. Sure. Does she need a place to stay?

Danny: I'll ask. Ellie likes to travel. She was kept in a lab for six months. She gets serious case of 'need to gofast' when she sticks in one place too long.

Kon: So. Are we competing with the Wayne's now or?

Clark: What! No! Not in purpose. Wait, did she do hero work too?

Danny: She helped sometimes? But mostly she does a travel blog. And ya know. Does all the travel things baseline humans can't?

And her delightful Daughter grinned, eyes full of malice and mischief. And decided they should have girl time. That said girl time was abusing Ellie's powers to get proof of some of Lex's wrongdoings? Well, a girl has to have a hobby.

so here they are, hidden in the crawl space of Lex's office waiting for him to leave. Both having to stifle a giggle at this ridiculous situation. They both shared a grin as he left. Ellie was having a great time with her new Mum. And now they were waiting for Lex to leave so they could get up to more.

Ellie made sure to stick a few bugs around as well. some would be found. But no one ever checked the walls properly. It should help with their on going investigations. She was going to help bring this fruitloop down!

Ellie phased them out once he left and started to look for hidden documents. Lois was logging into his computer to see what she could find. Ellie let out a happy squeak as she found a vault hidden behind the shelves. Time to see what she could find!

Ellie: Oh my Ancients!

Lois: What did you find honey?

Ellie: Well you know how Kon is a Mirror child?

Lois: Yes.

Ellie: And he was aged up?

Lois: Yesss...

Ellie: So you had no baby photos.

Lois: Where are we going with this?

Ellie: Well... Lex apparently felt the need to document the growth. So uh, we have more pictures for the family album!

Lois spun away from the PC and made a granny hands gesture. Ellie grinned and handed over the good. They wer not the happiest of photos perhaps. But oh would this knowledge make a great quip in the next fight. Plus, Kon was so cute!

Lois quickly took photos of them. They couldn't take the originals. But they could make copies. Kon had been teasing his brothers over their baby photos. Looks like he no longer had the high ground there.

Lois: Anything else good in there?

Ellie: Oh yeah. Illegal trades. Blackmail. Kryptonite, which I am taking. I'm not risking you guys! Me and Danny can eat it. So..

Lois: Great! I have some interesting emails we can follow up on as well. Let's get gone!

Ellie: Wanna do it ninja style?? Or the express route?

Lois: You know what. We snuck in meta style. Let's see if we can escape the old fashioned way.

Ellie: This is going to be so fun!

Like Dan, in his community service era, helps a handful of heroes get back to their dimension. Grateful for the assist of a Infinite Realms ally, they want to take him on a tour of Metropolis.

At the Daily Planet, Clark hears the rending of dimensional travel and the voice of Kara right after.

He'll admit to being a worrywart with her and goes to check it out. Danny follows too, because .. well- There's something familiar about the vibes in the air.

So what they stumble upon is Dan, all hulking frame and flaming white hair, blushing green as he accepts thanks from a shy Supergirl.

Danny and Clark grasp for each other's arms where they are out of sight- not daring to make a peep as Clark's cousin places her hands on the Ghost's thick arms and floats up to kiss his pale cheek.

Clark is internally squealing beside his cousin! HIS COUSIN WHO HASN"T REALLY SMILED IN YEARS!!???!?! KISSED A MAN?!

Danny, meanwhile, is 404 error code at his evil future self, not only receiving affection? BUT LIKING IT?!

In true country fashion, both of them turn right around and resolve to mind their own business (for now).

"Good for her..."

"Dani is going to freak...."

They stop walking and eye each other.

"Is he coming to Thanksgiving in Smallville under your invitation or Kara's?"

"...I want to see the look on his face when he realizes exactly which family his siblings got adopted into."

"So, we're keeping this from Lois?"

Duke: hey um… can you pass the salt *eyeing Lex Luthor*

Lex: *takes the salt but moves it away from Duke*

Selina: God why are you even in here?!

Lex: Because I am Conner’s BIOLOGICAL father unlike you, you stealing broad—

Lois: *tiredly sighs* Oh my God, here we go again…

Bruce: Blood relation means nothing, Lex.

Dick: to quote Maya Angelou: "Family isn’t always blood, it’s the people in your life who want you in theirs”

*Lex proceeds to stand up and points at the person at the end of the table*

Kate: now, this is gonna be interesting

Clark: Lex can you sit down?

Lex: for all my Intellect and prowess what I don’t understand is…WHY ARE THEY HERE!! *points at the Al Ghuls*

Talia: quit embarrassing yourself, Luthor. Timothy is my beloved’s son and brother to two of my sons—

Selina: *looks at Talia tiredly* would you please move on?

Talia: No! *slams the table* you are only his Girlfriend. While I am the Mother of his sons.

Selina: No sane mother trains her children to be weapons of war *pulls out her nails*

Talia: you haven’t seen this mother. *pulls out a sword*

Damian: Mothers, can you all stop? It’s embarrassing.

Minkhoa: as far as I’m concerned, I’m the spouse.

Bruce: Please I beg of you don’t do this Minkhoa

Jim whispers to Barbara: is it always like this?

Barbara whispers back: only during holidays

Jim: remind me not to attend during it

Stephanie: I could get why Talia is here but why is he here *sideeyes Ra’s Al Ghul* Didn’t you steal Tim’s spleen?

Ra’s: I am Talia’s father which makes me the detective’s father-in-law, by extension Timothy’s Grandfather.

*Alfred audibly cocks his shotgun under the table*

Jason: Crazy mental gymnastics there, geezer.

Ra’s: It is a shame that the detective’s choice to spend eternity is with that abomination…

Lex: you take that back, he’s genetically perfect! He’s half of my crush I meant rival and half of me! Me! you ancient terroris—

*a chorus of outrage erupts*

Jon: WOAH WOAH!

Dick: HEY!!

Luke: neglecting the part where Lex just admitted to—

*cuts short by Lucius Fox*

Lucius whispers: I strongly advise, you don’t add fuel to whatever this is, Luke.

Minkhoa: I mean he’s not wrong…

Tim leans on Conner: Welp, that checks my ‘racism at the table’ bingo card

Jean Paul: You are all sinners! I condemn this unholy matrimony! No man can marry a man much less born out of unnatural means!