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This man is thousands of years old. Immortal. Part of Batman's contingency against Superman. He has the power of seven gods at his fingertips, most of them Greek, but does he seek out Diana? No, he avoids her at all cost-- Wonder Woman, who stands for truth, whose main weapon is the truth, who is compassionate always but will kill if she has to.

J'onn has heard into the Captain's mind before, unintentionally. He hears the gods giving brutally violent suggestions. He feels Marvel's fear whenever the League asks about his personal life, or even just gets too close to the topic. He feels his rage at certain comments or situations that seem random to J'onn.

The League knows the power of the gods corrupted the last Champion of Magic. The other members of the JLD have said Marvel is surrounded by death magic, that it seems like his soul isn't fully there. The founders went to the Rock of Eternity once and saw the corpse of a little boy there, and Marvel plainly lied to them about him.

He had no legs. He could not run.

Something pinged in the back of his mind. The supplies in Toronto needed to be moved to Kansas City. There was a snow snow blocking the path. He searched the hubs, the routes, the logistics centers and driver availability. He found the solution. It took him three seconds.

Silently, he sent off the solution to the LexMart worker that made the query.

He used to manage space missions. He used to plan how to save the world. He had been made for it. A manufactured symbol, sure, but still a symbol. He had stood for something when he stood up in the cape.

Not a human. But close to it. In the right shape. A robot because a human couldn't process all the information that the world needed.

They were right. Right enough, that they won. The world was saved. The heroes got to go home and Bruce, an invention made for one singular purpose, got to enjoy his retirement.

They had said that managing warehouse logistics would be much calmer than managing a space station.

Now he figures out how to make sure 3,000 tennis rackets get from one region to another in less than two days, while he hangs. No arms. No legs. Just a head and torso connected to a power source.

He couldn't move from wear he hung. He felt the dust settling onto the synthetic skin he had left. God, he wanted to do anything except fill another logistical solution request and yet…

20,000 units of blush compacts were stuck in Idaho. He silently went to work.

*

His world was the same, until suddenly it was.

"Holy shit," someone whispered. The first voice that Bruce had heard in four years. "That's creepy as fuck."

There was a thump, a hand smacked against a body. "Jason," another boy snapped. "Language."

"What do you want me to say when I see a guy with no arms and no legs hanging from a meat hook?" The first voice argued back.

Bruce couldn't turn his head and they were outta his range of vision. He couldn't do anything but hope that they crept closer. He hated that his appearance was scaring them. He had never been meant to scare children.

There was a third. A child that hadn't spoken yet. He was the first one to enter into Bruce's field of vision. He was small, probably about ten years old, with light blue eyes and a bowl cut encircling his head. He peered up curiously at Bruce, blinking at he took Bruce in.

"What is it?" said the oldest child, catching up to this youngest one. He put a hand protectively on the kid's shoulder, like he would yank him back if Bruce made one wrong move.

"It's an old WayneBot," said the little one. "They used to be everywhere before WayneTech went out of business."

"Why does it look like a horror movie prop?" the second oldest final entered Bruce's vision. He scowled at Bruce warily.

"I don't know," said the little one. "They're supposed to have arms and legs."

Silently, all three of the children gazed at Bruce.

"What should we do with it?" Asked the oldest, looking like he wanted to nothing more than leave.

The second oldest seemed to get a spark of an idea.

"Is dating non-supers without disclosing your secret identity allowed?"

"Monetizing superhero activity is sellout shit, work a day job"

Gordon saying he's going to meet the Bat in an undisclosed location, and every one watches him take the elevator up.

The GCPD has an open warrant for him, but it's on their electrical bill that he's summoned. And when asked, everyone squints and says they just can't tell where on earth that signal is shining from.

Mayor: "Considering the state of things... If you wouldn't mind calling him."

Jim: "Calling him? Huh. I don't think he's got a number in the yellow pages."

Mayor, gripping a paperweight: "Jim... so help me God, I know you must have some means of contacting him."

Jim: "Not really. He kind of just shows up whenever."

Mayor:

Jim: "There was this one method... but no, no. We took that down. I suppose we could try taking an ad out in the Gazette."

Mayor: "Just put the fucking light back up Jim."

Jim: "You're sure?"

The baby is placed in foster care and Bruce Wayne gets the call to be an emergency foster parent. Bruce insists on taking care of the baby and won't even go down to the cave because its too cold for the little guy. The other Bats go from curiosity to downright confusion because Bruce won't do bat-related stuff because of this baby. They start to think it is some sort of alien rogue that has taken over their dad's brain.

I just love drawing him as the most obnoxious dandy manwhore

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