Void’s Hideaway

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It was Constantine and Captain Marvel that provided a potential cause during the JL’s emergency meeting, an inter dimensional space that housed the dead and the Neverborn.

They also shared that the last time something like this happened, it was right before the Ghost King, Pariah Dark, tried to take over the multiverse. So they either needed to prepare tor war, or try to cut it off and hope they could get the old Tyrant back into forever-sleep.

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Meanwhile, a still mourning Danny is being told by the Observants that he’s the Crown High Prince, and as such, it’s his responsibility to fix everything that’s gone wrong in the wake of the Realms losing a tethered world.

And just when he thought he couldn’t get anymore stressed, a portal opens up and a large group steps out, demanding to see the High King.

And there were a lot of footsteps coming too close for comfort, so he decided to take a page from Toy Story, stay as still as possible and hope these people didn’t visit the attic regularly enough to notice a random porcelain doll the size of a toddler. Yep, totally an easy thing to miss.

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The Wayne Manor’s attic was a disaster.

With as many kids that have lived there, it was filled to the brim with old keepsakes, toys, and weapons.

Every year or so, the family would all make a game of sorts out of it, cleaning the attic. They’d keep what they didn’t want to part with, restore weapons they had renewed interest in, and donate most of the old toys.

This just so happened to be Duke’s first time doing it, and Dick and Tim already warned him about some of the stuff in here, like Damian’s weapons and Jason’s book collection that didn’t fit in the library. No one told him about the glowing marionette puppet looking doll though.

Well, technically it wasn’t glowing, but it was glowing to him, and considering it was coming from some creepy doll?.

It only took his siblings to agree that they’ve never seen it before for him to decide that, no, he was not cleaning the attic today. He’d rather never see that doll again, thank you.

So why on earth is Damian carrying it with him to dinner like it’s an actual child.

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He already knew about magic, they studied anything that could be a threat. He never practiced it though.

It really only started out with a charm or two, something to soothe physical pain or to ward off malicious spirits, just a joke to get on B’s nerves.

But then Jason mentioned that the calming charm he made had actually worked on the pit rage, that while it didn’t take it away, Jason actually had control.

So it took off from there, he eventually learned how to cast simple spells and summon something called a “blob ghost”. He didn’t actually know how to send the little thing back, so it just followed him around like a lost puppy.

Ironically, it was that same blob ghost that was responsible for saving his life.

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Bruce wanted one normal day, it was a wish he desperately held onto even while knowing it would never be granted.

There was a massive Arkham/Blackgate breakout while he and most of his children were all busy as their unmasked selves at a charity event.

He…may have grabbed a black hair, blue eyed child that wasn’t his while in his “Brucie Wayne” panic.

And then there was the issue of the man who punched Bane hard enough to send him flying, was he a meta? Was he a part of the breakout.?

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She’s hiding them in a grimy city called Gotham to try and mask their Ecto-Signature and let Danny rest when some creepy clown finds them.

So, she’s off again, now with bats and birds after her and Danny.

And really, could she have known that her claws were sharp enough to kill humans, they barely scratched other ghosts.!

Danny mostly keeps their parents distracted and ruins their inventions before they can get back to Jazz.

Until they nearly catch her one day, and Danny jumps in the way to protect her.

The blast hit his right side and knocked him out, but the Fenton parents didn’t once stop to see if their son was ok.

It was the last straw for Jazz, she took Danny and left.

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And that decision left them both here, in a questionable apartment, dodging bats and birds from one direction, and an adoption obsessed billionaire in the other.

But Danny was safe, and was making friends in school.

And Jazz had made friends too, her, Babs, Steph, and Cass got along like a house on fire. And hey, if she put in some extra effort to look nice when she hung out with Cass, that was her business.

It was also oddly easy to fake their paperwork, but maybe that was just because they were in Gotham.

Now if she could just get Danny to stop fist fighting the damn rogues…

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I actually wrote this for the art, not the other way around lmao.

Danny probably makes a list of things to End him for Clark to inter into the League’s database, and as concerned as Clark is, he just gives him Black Canary’s contact so he can talk when ready.

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Oh, while Krypto and Cujo would definitely be the best of friends and cause chaos, they aren’t alone.

He should have never left Lois and Clark’s apartment, they were only trying to help him and he got upset. All because he was bitter over his parent’s deaths.

And now he was going to die too.

He could see Vlad flying towards him now, the wail that had sent the man flying back was his last ditch effort, and it drained all of his remaining energy.

He was getting so close, Danny should really try to fight. Ancients, he was tired though, his vision was even starting to blur.

He could just imagine Clark’s worried eyes, like when his stitches ripped in his first week at the apartment.

But he was losing a bit more blood now, than he was then.

Oh, wait.

Those actually were the same worried eyes looking at him, without the glasses.

Huh.

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Lois told him that Danny needed his space, that the kid was still grieving his family.

And he understood that. Really.!

He just didn’t want a repeat of Conner, he didn’t want to make another kid feel unloved.

But he’d pushed too hard, and Danny stormed out of the apartment. He let him go, he figured if he wasn’t back for dinner he could go look for him.

He regretted that decision now, as he looked at Danny’s broken form.

The man responsible was a few feet away, unconscious inside a small crater.

It was particularly annoying that this kid just carried him around everywhere, showing his core off like he was a new toy. Maybe he was just bitter, but dammit, he wanted out of this weird magic mess.

Hopefully Clockwork would step in and help him.?

…Probably not.

“Are you collecting rocks now, Jon.?”

Oh, there’s someone new now. Joy.

“Kon, hey.! It’s not a rock, I mean, unless it’s an alien rock or something.”

Oh how he wished his core was sent into space instead of wherever this was.

“Yeah. It can talk.!”

One mistake of opening his—currently nonexistent—mouth and he’s being stolen by the human equivalent of a golden retriever puppy.

Suddenly Danny feels deeply for the poor turtle that wandered onto the playground when he was in elementary, passed around like and showed off to every student in the vicinity.

“-aybe we should tell Dad.?”

Oh, the kid was still talking to the…larger kid? Seemed Jazz’s age.

“Nah, give it here and I’ll pass it off to Tim to test. They’ve got more resources, with all the bat-tech.”

“I’m staying with Damian tonight, I can give it to them then.! I wanna see if I can get it to talk again.”

Oh look, he’s being shoved in a jacket pocket now. Just the literal core to his entire being being shoved in with the lint and candy wrappers. No big deal.