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Billy had been having a great day. His class had to make historical costumes and essays about the culture that the costume was based off of and Billy being himself, a tween who split his time between a reporter for a radio, a superhero, and trying to scrape by with what little he had, had taken a more-or-less easy route in designing his costume for ancient Greece. He had just turned into Captain Marvel and used the wisdom of Solomon to make the designs. Billy had sewn exomis and had dyed both the exomis and himation a deep red dye that he made with, gross but also really cool, bugs. His teacher had been kind enough to provide him with a pin to make sure his garments were secured. Billy even got to save a picture of him in the garments so that Captain Marvel got to see it!
But of course, life as a kid and superhero could never be that simple. Billy had leave early (not even having enough time to return his teacher’s pin!!) to go deal with villain that the Justice League was having trouble with. The villain had age changing powers and while watching child Superman, who’s identity was luckily protected by Batman’s quick reaction, run around talking about how he had never been in a city this big was endearing for a little bit for the league: keeping him out of trouble wasn’t. So Captain Marvel had to come and help with the assistance of Wonder Woman and Green Lantern captured the villain and returned Superman back to his adult self.
Thinking that the time for Captain Marvel was done and really wanting to show off his costume to his classmates; Captain Marvel walked out of the headquarters and turned back into his civilian form to get to the assigned place on time since he missed the bus to the Museum of Clothing History in Metropolis which luckily, is only a two hour bus ride from Fawcett. He told his teacher that he got a ride and would be on time. He got there two minutes before his class. His class arrived and all of them filed out with his teacher who greeted him and told him that the essays would be graded and handed out by tomorrow and complimented his costume that looks very similar to the ones on the pots that they were going to see.
Freddy had chosen to wear a ancient Egyptian costume, a simple white linen outfit, “I like the red! You’d think that you walked out of one of those movies with ancient greeks in them if it weren’t for your blue fabric sandals.”.
“Thanks! Same could be said to you, if you weren’t wearing tennis shoes.” Billy responded “Only if the museum had let us go barefoot.”.
The boys listened intently to the tour guide who knew a lot about most of the garments, talking about where they came from and how they were made. Over all it was a blast.
“Billy do you have a ride home? Unfortunately since you didn’t come on the bus, the school isn’t allowed to bring you home.” the teacher said with a slightly worried voice, “Though there was something I wanted to ask you about.”.
A black car pulled up to the curb parking behind the bus.
Billy knew what this was.
Social workers.
Billy had nothing against them, if anything he admired them, they helped so many people through there jobs. As a superhero he thought that they were absolutely needed to society to help give children a voice in their lives, but as Billy Batson, he didn’t want anything to do with them.
“Can you ask tomorrow? I’ve got to go to where my parents are.” Billy lied and turned to leave.
“Wait Billy!” his teacher exclaimed.
Billy booked it after he disappeared around the corner, not caring that he lost his sandals to run faster.
“Captain Marvel you’re required at the intersection of Maple Street and 6th Street, the villain had escaped.” his earpiece given to him by Batman and Zatanna that could survive the transformations without getting fried relayed.
“Darn it.“ Billy muttered as he turned the corner to look for a good place to transform. He crashed into a man. Billy muffled a sound of pain as he got shoved to the side by that man, his earpiece in his hand.
“Captain Marvel?” the earpiece buzzed out in his hand.
“Hey kid what are you doing with that earpiece?” Green Lantern approached him.
Shit.
Batman appeared out of no where.
“Do you know where the owner of it is?” Batman’s voice had less of an edge than it usually had when he was talking.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
What could Billy say that could get them off of his tail? When he was holding CAPTAIN MARVEL’S EARPIECE?
He carefully took a step away from the two. His eyes darted from place to place, looking for a spot where he could run and transform. A spot where he, an eleven year old boy, could get away from a man with, not only a green lantern ring, but THE Green Lantern, and the world’s best detective who had a million gadgets that not even Captain Marvel knew what he had on his at all times.
There was no where.
Absolutely no where he could run, this wasn’t like social workers and well-meaning adults who he could easily out-maneuver with his small and determined body. These were actual superheroes with superpowers, though he never figured out what Batman’s was.
Fuck.
“Wait, is that traditional Greek clothing?” Wonder Woman walked up to the trio.
It was! Billy was proud that his costume was well-done enough that Diana recognized it as such, but that didn’t get him out of this situation. It could help though...
Every summer is marked by extreme boredom and while usually Billy had Freddy to help with that; Freddy had left town with his family for a month on vacation. Every. Year. So as a bored kid with access to an information bank worth more than the world’s riches, aka, the Wisdom of Solomon. Billy had gone through the pain staking process of learned ancient Greek, which might’ve been influenced by how cool Wonder Woman was. He, hopefully, was fluent enough to pull this off.
“W-Where am I?” Billy sniffled in Greek, hoping that he could hide any imperfections with tears that were half-fake, “What is with this loud strange place? Who are these men in bad clothing?”.
Both of Batman and Green Lantern jumped.
“Woah, what language is that?” Green Lantern asked.
“Ancient Greek.” Wonder Woman responded rushing over to Billy.
“So Captain Marvel has been turned into a child.” Batman concluded “We’ll leave this to you Wonder Woman, given that you’re the only one able to communicate with him and a villain being on the loose.”.
Both Green Lantern and Batman disappeared following which way the villain had gone. Billy swallowed, this was working better than he thought it would, or should. Thankfully his teacher and class were probably gone by now.
“Sh sh.” Wonder Woman crouched down next to Billy speaking to him in ancient Greek as well, “Child, you are safe. I am Diana of Themyscira, I have come to help. Can you tell me your name?”.
Name?
Billy could give Billy as his name. One, that would be stupid and very reckless and two, Billy didn’t think that Billy was a Greek name.
“A-Alex” Billy stumbled over his ‘name’, he didn’t know how to end it to be a real Greek name.
“Alexandros?” Diana saved him once again; she was so cool, being a hero without even meaning it.
“Alexandros.” Billy confirmed, letting himself being picked up by Diana.
“Now tell me Alexandros, have you tried this delightful food called ‘ice cream’?” Wonder Woman asked.
Contrary to what many of his bearers thought, Alexandros did not rest when they were not in their more divine form. He had tried, after the first ten bearers and before the first death due to being endowed the powers, but his memories and anger haunted him: keeping from his mind up, too busy to sleep.
So he watched.
Every person who beared him; every time they got punched into the ground; every time a new bearer was chosen got trialed by the gods; every person who could not handle the overfilling of the soul leading to the slow, violent tearing of their bodies with the gods' wrath due to them not being worthy; every death of each bearer.
Alexandros did not wish those deaths on Billy, they were gruesome and cruel. Billy deserved a more peaceful one. One where it was bittersweet. One where it did not come too early. One where be sad he was leaving, not happy to leave the pain of being the defender of men behind. One where he was surrounded by his loved ones in grief and not have one of them be the one to kill him.
Alexandros knew his prayers meant nothing to the gods but he still prayed each bearer that they would get to have a good death. Though, Alexandros supposed it was too early to think about death, Billy still had many years, no, decades to live.
Not if he doesn't win against him when he breaks free. And that could be anytime in the near future.
Alexandros turned his attention back to the scene unfolding, Diana had given Billy strawberry ice cream and taken him back to the refuge for the leaguers. Billy was savoring every bite like it was his last; Alexandros smiled, it reminded him his mother, always making the best out of everything.
The rest of the leaguers soon returned with the villain in police custody; Batman held hands with a boy who looked like a younger version of Clark Kent, or Superman.
"Who's that?" The young superman exclaimed pointing at Billy. Billy flinched away from the finger and sound.
"That's a team member who got affect by the same villain as you." Batman explained to the young boy.
"Now come, Hal will drive you home on the plane. We already sent a message to your parents so they'll be expecting you." Batman ushered Superman towards the door.
"You know Ma and Pa? They're the best right?" The door closed behind them.
It wasn't obvious from Billy's charade but due to Alexandros's centuries upon centuries of experience and the mental link the two shared. He knew of Billy's longing.
Longing for family.
Something he believed he could not have.
Though, Alexandros supposed, that was how longing worked. It had to be out of reach, in the perspective of the person longing, to be properly longed for.
And Alexandros, even with all his wisdom, could not be the one to fix that. He had left family behind a long time ago; he should have buried the idea when he had buried his mother but he was foolish back then. Plus, he knew that if he got attached to Billy it would only hurt more when the time came for his death.
He tried to ignore that he remembered each champion, even the ones who weren't his bearers, and every person who had perished at the Rock of Eternity who he never made his bearer.
He tried to ignore how remembered every single one of them by name.
"Wasn't it you who first called the Gods cold and cruel?"
Alexandros meant defender of men, how could he not love his champions? How could he not love the people he was supposed to defend?
"I am only trying to fulfill our common goal!"
Even though his pleads to spare them had always fall on deaf ears. Even though he could not fail them more than he already had.
"Please Alexandros..."
He could feel the rain water slamming against his back like waves of concrete. He looked at the man who stood a foot over him, almost everything about his facial was genuine. His bloody hand laid warmly against Alexandros' cheek, a thumb had raised to wipe away the tear that had leaked away from his cheek, leaving a trail of his siblings' and his elders' blood on his cheek. Everything about him seemed genuine.
Everything...
Everything but his eyes; his eyes terrified Alexandros.
They used to be so warm. .. So kind, so full of life.
But now, they were cold and a nothingness lingered in them. A black void where warmth and love had taken home.
They were like what Alexandros had imagine what a god's eyes would look like.
"Please believe in me."
Alexandros clutched his mother's pin, molded gold, embedded with rubies, and moved both his hands to his father's sword, the man he had never met: had no recollection of, and he raised the sword.
There used to be more champions.
Batman walked back into the room, this time without a tiny alien child, and walked up to Diana.
"Do you have any plans for the on-coming week?" Batman asked her in english, probably to keep it from Billy's ears due to him pretending to be be Alexandros.
A person who's supposedly only fluent in ancient Greek.
Billy was doing a great job pretending that he didn't know the language.
"I don't believe so. I suppose that this has to do with the fact Im the only fluent person in Ancient Greek here?" Diana looked over at Billy, "Only person fluent in both English and Ancient Greek?".
"Yes, we don't know how long the time he'll be stuck as a child and given the reason you just said, I'd would think it's best if you offered to teach other leaguers the language as well. Though you're not the only one who knows Ancient Greek and English." Batman stated.
"Oh, did the every so insightful Batman foresee this and learned Ancient Greek in advance to communicate with the young version of his teammate?" Diana teased the brooding bat.
Batman only grunted in response, not bothering to answer the question, and turned to face towards Billy.
"Hello Alexandros, Im Atreus, I'll help take care of you for the time being." Batman introduced himself and offered his hand to shake.
Alexandros stared at the hand and Billy did the same. Shaking hands without any oath-taking or promise-making had always felt weird for Alexandros.
The hand represented trust: the disarmament of oneself, to be at the mercy of the other.
Billy slowly raised his hand and tentatively took Batman's hand and shook it.
Danny jumped off the table, surprising Tucker with the quick maneuver, as he pulled him along under the desks. As soon as they hit the floor a swirling of green energy manifested itself above them. Danny put a hand on Tucker's mouth, making sure he didn't make any noise, not to grab the attention of the apparition.
As fast as the ghost formed from nothing, it vanished even quicker, phasing through the wall entering the hallway of the school. Shrieks and screams filled Tucker's ears as he covered in his hiding spot. Danny let go of him and looked out from under the desk.
"What is going on?" whispered Tucker, barely keeping it together. His eyes couldn't leave the spot where the ghost had vanished, his feet planted to the ground in fear.
a little art for a scene in chapter 2 of my fic v.v
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Danny remembers the pain he felt when ectoplasm invaded his DNA. When part of his humanity was shredded away and replaced with something foreign.
All the emotions that ran through him, stopping his train of thought in it's place. The only thing he could think about was the pain.
Then it was empty. Hollow.
He was scared when he woke up, when he realized the changes that shifted into his body. Realized he was the very thing his parents hated.
But he wasn't scared, not really. He saw the terrified faces of his friends and he just seemed to feed off of it. Mimicking what he saw.
He didn't realize it at first. Not until he was alone and that empty feeling came back. That strange hollowing feeling deep inside him that told him something was wrong.
He couldn't feel anything. Nothing really evoked emotion from him.
His parents had to be right. Ghosts were hollow consciousness that mimicked what it was like to be alive.
He was dead.
He was dead.
He was a monster, a hollow shell of himself. He was broken after that night. How was he supposed to handle it?
He didn't tell anyone.
How could he? He kept pretending everything was okay. Stayed awake at night, staring at his ceiling, thinking but not feeling.
Jazz noticed. Of course out of everyone, she was the one to notice something else was off. She found out his secret, and she knew there was more.
And she didn't drop it.
She kept pushing and pushing, until Danny snapped. All but yelling at her. A faint feeling of anger was all he felt, but it wasn't enough he was still empty.
Then Jazz made him cry.
The relief that flooded him when the first tear drop fell was unreal. He wasn't sure if he was crying from sadness or the happiness.
It took her almost twenty minutes to break that barrier Danny created around his emotions.
He had died.
Even if it wasn't completely, he died. He was in shock. This whole time that he thought he was a monster, he's psyche was just trying to protect him.
Protect him from the realization that his life was over. It didn't matter if he still had a heartbeat at times. That he still need food, sleep, and oxygen.
He lost a part of him that night.
Jazz held him as he cried. Sobs and laughter mingling in something borderline manic.
And she stayed to hold his hand through the depression that filled him afterwards. She held her baby brother's hand while he tried to navigate all the emotions that flooded him.
He died, that didn't mean he was a monster, and he had every right to grieve what was lost.
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