Meowtwo(Turtle)

⭐️Through the Generations⭐️

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Dick: That's actually a great question.

Bruce: I wasn't asking rhetorically.

Tim: We know.

Bruce: Then answer it.

Jason: Okay, but you're gonna be really mad.

Bruce: Jason, there is a horse standing next to the Batmobile. I am already really mad.

Damian: Father, perhaps you should focus on the fact that the horse is exceptionally well-behaved.

Bruce: Damian, why are you defending the horse?

Damian: Because he has done nothing wrong.

Bruce: HE'S IN THE BATCAVE.

Dick: Technically, we brought him in.

Bruce: WHO IS "WE"?!

Dick: Team effort.

Tim: Against my will.

Jason: That's not true. You contributed.

Tim: I contributed because if I didn't, you would have killed yourselves.

Bruce: Start from the beginning.

Dick: Okay, so we were on patrol—

Jason: Already a lie. We were getting tacos.

Dick: We were getting tacos while on patrol.

Jason: That's still not patrol.

Tim: Can we stay focused?

Bruce: Please.

Dick: Anyway, we were getting tacos and Damian saw a horse.

Damian: A magnificent horse.

Jason: It was just some random horse.

Damian: Silence. You lack vision.

Tim: It was standing in a petting zoo.

Damian: A prison.

Dick: Damian decided he wanted to pet it.

Jason: Then the horse started following us.

Tim: For six blocks.

Bruce: And none of you thought to call animal control?

Dick: We did.

Tim: No, we didn't.

Dick: I thought about it.

Bruce: That's not the same thing.

Jason: Then Damian named the horse.

Bruce: Of course he did.

Damian: His name is Lord Waffles.

Bruce: No, it isn't.

Damian: It is now.

Bruce: Then what happened?

Tim: Lord Waffles became emotionally attached to Damian.

Bruce: How do you know?

Tim: He kicked Jason every time Jason got close.

Jason: Three times.

Dick: Four.

Jason: The fourth one barely counts.

Bruce: So instead of calling someone, you brought the horse here?

Dick: In our defense—

Bruce: There is no defense.

Dick: Fair.

Tim: Actually, there was a problem.

Bruce: What problem?

Tim: The horse refused to get into any trailer.

Jason: Or truck.

Dick: Or van.

Damian: Because he trusted only us.

Jason: No, because he's stupid.

Damian: Say that again and I shall feed you to him.

Bruce: And your solution was the Batcave?

Tim: It wasn't my solution.

Jason: It was Dick's solution.

Dick: It was Damian's solution.

Damian: It was Jason's vehicle.

Jason: TRAITOR.

Bruce: How did you even get a horse into Gotham?

Jason: Batmobile.

Bruce: ...

Bruce: You put a horse in the Batmobile.

Dick: To be fair, it was really funny.

Tim: It was not.

Jason: It was a little funny.

Damian: Lord Waffles enjoyed the ride.

Bruce: I don't even know how to respond to that.

(A loud CRASH echoes from deeper in the cave.)

Bruce: What was that?

(Everyone suddenly avoids eye contact.)

Bruce: What. Was. That.

Tim: Hypothetically?

Bruce: Not hypothetically.

Jason: The horse may have found the giant penny.

Bruce: The horse found the giant—

(Another crash.)

Dick: On the bright side, he's having a great time.

Bruce: ALFRED!

Alfred: Yes, sir?

Bruce: Why are you calm about this?!

Alfred: Because, Master Bruce, this is the fifth strange animal they've brought home this year.

Bruce: Fifth?!

Alfred: The fourth if you don't count Master Jason.

Jason: Wow.

Dick: That's fair, honestly.

Tim: Yeah.

Jason: I hate this family.

(Lord Waffles neighs loudly.)

Damian: You hear that? Even Lord Waffles disagrees.

Bruce: I'm going to bed.

Tim: It's three in the afternoon.

Tim: Oh no.

Steph: OH MY GOD IT'S STILL UP?

Jason: Wait, somebody made a wiki page?

Duke: There are seventeen pages. It has citations.

Damian: As it should. It was a historical event.

Cass: Very funny.

Duke: What happened?

Tim: Nothing happened.

Steph: Tim started a civil war.

Tim: That is a gross exaggeration.

Jason: No, that's pretty much exactly what happened.

Duke: Explain.

Dick: It started because Tim was sleep-deprived.

Tim: That's not relevant.

Everyone: It is.

Tim: Fine. I hadn't slept in three days.

Steph: Four.

Tim: Whatever.

Steph: Four.

Tim: Anyway, we were getting food after patrol—

Jason: Batburger.

Tim: Right. Batburger.

Steph: Trademark infringement is still hilarious.

Tim: And while we were eating, I casually said—

Duke: Uh oh.

Tim: I casually said that pickles are objectively the worst burger topping.

Duke: That's it?

Cass: Not it.

Jason: That's what he thinks started it.

Tim: That IS what started it.

Damian: Incorrect. The true catalyst was Grayson.

Dick: Hey!

Damian: You gasped like someone had announced the death of a loved one.

Dick: Because pickles are amazing.

Tim: They're soggy.

Dick: They're crunchy!

Tim: They're wet.

Dick: Everything is wet, Tim!

Steph: See? This is exactly how it started.

Duke: You're all arguing about it right now.

Jason: We never stopped.

Duke: You never—

Cass: Two years.

Duke: TWO YEARS?

Steph: Dick got offended. Tim doubled down.

Tim: Because I was right.

Dick: Wrong.

Tim: Right.

Dick: Wrong.

Tim: Right.

Dick: Wrong.

Tim: See? This.

Jason: Then I said pineapple was worse.

Duke: Why would you do that?

Jason: Because I enjoy chaos.

Steph: Then Damian said anyone who voluntarily eats pineapple on a burger should be exiled from society.

Damian: A reasonable position.

Cass: Jason had pineapple.

Duke: Of course he did.

Jason: It was delicious.

Damian: Your taste buds are defective.

Jason: You eat dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets.

Damian: Because they are shaped like dinosaurs.

Jason: That's not a defense.

Steph: Then Cass said she'd eat basically anything.

Cass: True.

Steph: And suddenly everyone was yelling.

Tim: It wasn't yelling.

Steph: Tim.

Tim: Fine. It was yelling.

Duke: Where does the "incident" part come in?

Everyone: …

Duke: Why is everyone quiet?

Jason: Because this is where it gets stupid.

Duke: More stupid?

Dick: We decided to settle it democratically.

Duke: That's not stupid.

Steph: We made brackets.

Duke: What?

Tim: Like a tournament.

Duke: For burger toppings?

Tim: For burger toppings.

Duke: Why?

Tim: We had resources.

Duke: WHAT RESOURCES?

Tim: A whiteboard.

Steph: Three laptops.

Cass: Projector.

Jason: Damian made graphs.

Damian: My graphs were excellent.

Duke: You made GRAPHS?

Damian: Statistical analysis is important.

Duke: For burger toppings?

Damian: Especially for burger toppings.

Dick: It got really competitive.

Steph: Really competitive.

Tim: In our defense—

Steph: No.

Tim: Fair.

Duke: How did Bruce react?

Jason: He didn't know.

Duke: Didn't know?

Jason: Until the finals.

Duke: There were FINALS?

Cass: Pickles versus bacon.

Duke: Of course there were.

Dick: The Batfam was divided.

Steph: Friendships were tested.

Jason: Allegiances shifted.

Damian: Weaknesses were exposed.

Tim: You're being dramatic.

Damian: Drake, you attempted voter fraud.

Duke: HE WHAT?

Tim: It was one extra vote.

Steph: Thirty-seven extra votes.

Tim: Details.

Dick: Then Bruce walked in.

Duke: And?

Cass: Silence.

Steph: Complete silence.

Jason: Like a horror movie.

Tim: Bruce looked at the giant tournament bracket.

Dick: Then at the spreadsheets.

Steph: Then at Damian's pie charts.

Cass: Then at the burger ranking manifesto.

Duke: The WHAT?

Jason: Thirty-two pages.

Tim: It was collaborative.

Duke: You wrote a thirty-two-page manifesto about burger toppings?

Damian: Thirty-four pages after revisions.

Duke: I don't know why I asked.

Dick: Bruce just stood there for a minute.

Steph: Looking disappointed.

Jason: Deeply disappointed.

Cass: Very deep.

Tim: Then he asked one question.

Duke: What question?

Everyone: "Why are there campaign posters?"

Duke: CAMPAIGN POSTERS?!

Steph: "A Vote For Bacon Is A Vote For The Future."

Jason: Mine was pretty good.

Damian: It was terrible.

Jason: You're just mad because pickles lost.

Dick: THEY WERE ROBBED.

Tim: They deserved it.

Dick: THEY MADE IT TO THE FINALS.

Tim: And then they lost.

Dick: CORRUPTION.

Duke: So that's why there's a wiki page?

Steph: No.

Duke: There's more?

Cass: Always more.

Jason: The wiki page exists because Alfred found the manifesto.

Tim: Oh no.

Steph: Oh yes.

Jason: And he corrected the grammar.

Duke: He what?

Dick: Every single typo.

Damian: Added footnotes.

Cass: Sources.

Steph: Citations.

Jason: Then he printed it.

Duke: WHY?

Tim: Nobody knows.

Steph: To shame us.

Dick: To preserve history.

Damian: To educate future generations.

Cass: Funny.

Duke: So somewhere in Wayne Manor there is a professionally edited document about burger toppings.

Jason: Multiple copies.

Duke: I hate all of you.

Bruce, walking into the room: Why is this conversation happening again?

Everyone: TIM STARTED IT.

Tim: HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?

Bruce: Because every conversation that ends with me finding campaign posters somehow traces back to you.

Getting on the train of Billy knowing people before the suspendium incident.

I've seen people have him know the Kent's before, but more so either his parents knew them or he was a kid they were fond of.

Now what if he and Martha were childhood friends. Martha being maybe 3 or 4 years older than Billy and moved to Kansas with her folks shortly before the suspendium, where she met Jonathan and became middle school sweethearts with him.

So the Kent's for whatever reason have to evacuate to the watchtower, and its a fairly tense situation, but not not quite alarm bells all hands on deck.

So Captain Marvel comes up to the Watchtower for his usual Tuesday monitor duty when he happens to smell a very distinctive smell of cookies. A smell he could never forget, it was his best friends grandmother's recipe afterall.

So he wanders into the kitchen entirely not expecting to see the side profile of what could only be one of his best childhood friends, just 60 years older.

"By the gods...Martha?"

And Ms. Kent turns around with no clue as to who could be calling her name like that. Except the wording is oddly familiar.

She turns around to see a man that looked like her childhood friends father, but the cornflower blue of his eyes and the dropped jaw she always teased him for proved it was infact her friend

"Billy?"

" oh my gods Mars you're alive?" And the Captain moves to hug his friend tightly for the first time in what is almost forever.

"Thats my line, what in hell happened?" As she hugs him back just as tight

Of course Clark is sitting at one of the tables with his father absolutely gobbsmacked.

Not only did his mother just curse, but she knew his colleague.

And Martha pushes her way out of Marvel's grip and levels him with a stern look

"No, before all the mush you tell me exactly what happened. You cant just dissappear on me for 60 years and then pop back up looking exactly like your father and not a day older than when I last saw 'im"

Captain smiles a little bit

"Gods its good to hear ya' Mars. It's Fawcett y'know? Sivana was tryin' one a' his inventions, combinin' all sorts of nonsense and ended up releasing a bomb that locked everyone in the town and stuck at the same age, I only just broke out last year. I figured everyone I knew was dead"

"The same age? But then how-"

Marvel cuts her off with a twinkle in his eye "magic, ill give ya the full scoop later"

Marvel finally looks over to the table to see both Jonathan and Clark staring slackjawed at the bith of em

"Flies boys" Martha says the same time as Billy chimes in with a "catching flies there?"

Sharing a small smirk between them.

"By jove, is this that boyfriend you were telling me about?"

"Husband now, of nearly 50 years"

"Well you sure know how to pick em, or shape them up I suppose"

"He didn't need all that much shaping" Martha chimes as she walks over to close her husband's mouth, clicking his teeth together softly.

"Wait...this is Billy? Like the Billy? From your hometown?"

"Same exact one it seems"

And yknow, of course being a fawcittizen helps mighty well when a child falls outta the sky and can suddenly lift trucks, fire lasers out his eyes, and freeze ya crops with a breath

I like "Billy joins the Bat Family" fics. I think they can be fun and interesting, but I have seen hardly anyone ask the question: what happens after?

Basically, every fic I've seen ends with the idea that Billy will live in the manor and they will be a happy, chaotic family, but it can't realistically be that easy. Billy is the champion of magic, magic with a capital M, with the power of gods living in a house full of people who are hardwired for logic and deductive reasoning, several of whom have stated they hate magic. It'd be insane if they didn't clash eventually, What would the new normal be?

There are so many unexplored implications. Does Lady Gotham approve of Billy's presents? Do the gods approve? How openly would Billy use magic around the house? Are there rules? How would Billy handle the magic community/ecosystem of Gotham? Do supernatural beings start frequenting the manor now that the champion lives there? Would the Bats get irritated by having gods and impossible things coming and going from their house? Would Billy take their dislike of magic personally? How would Billy being pagan affect holidays? Does magic impact Duke's powers?

I love Billy Batfam fics, I really do, but they always carve out so much of Billy's whimsicalness in order to make him fit into Gotham

Billy Batson as Captain marvel except his vocabulary is actually deranged and he keeps referring to his divine and godly powers through brainrot terms, specifically Solomon is the one suffering.

In Billy’s defense a kid has to find someway to cope with 6 voices in his head randomly interjecting and distracting him, why not treat them like twitch stream? It’s easier than trying to conceptually process the fact that Hercules is trying to get him to start a bar fight.

Captain marvel has someone try to brainwash him and just says “chat, ban this guy.”

Captain marvel is lost and just loudly starts treating Solomon like Siri. “Solomon, subways near me.” “Solomon, portal, how to. How to make portal. Portal tutorial…Solomon, how to teleport . Teleportation tutorial. Teleportation play-through. Solomon-

Captain marvel gets lectured at by the Wonder Woman and just scowls while he mutters “Solomon, Mute these guys.” And settles for being deaf for the next seven minutes. Superman very quickly realizes the guys not hearing a thing they say but honestly he wants see how this plays out because this is by far the most interesting thing he’s seen at a league meeting.

Captain marvel starts daydreaming during a league meeting and instead of locking in when Batman calls him out he just loudly asks “Solomon, meeting spark notes. Summarize meeting. Solomon… Solomon playing meeting 2x speed. Solomon-“

Captain Marvel gets attacked while passing by gothom. Not even a serious attempt it’s kinda pathetic compared to what he deals with as champion of magic so he just glares at Condiment king trying to hit him with acidic mustard and obnoxiously declares “Can we get a F in the chat. Solomon give this guy a 0/10 on Yelp.”

Captain marvel refuses to make sacrifices. That word sounds kinda ominous…so he instead settles for donations “Chat if we can get 6 whole views on the stream right now I’ll give a donation of 4 barrels of wine. Chat please. Holy moly chat spam gifts or this channel might get banned permanently…CHAT SPAM LIGHTING STICKERS-“

Captain marvel is just so weirdly acclimatizing to his very strange life. The crocodiles threaten to start eating people again and he just blinks at them mouth drawn in a straight line “not to like power scale or whatever but I’ll totally clutch if we 1 v 12. My mods said I have to end the stream by midnight. So…”

Captain marvel is also a little iffy about the whole entire constantly being watched thing. He’s debating the ethics of skipping the subway fair as Billy and just hopping over the bars like he usually does. “…Chat pause the stream.” He whispers conspiratorially, as if his patrons aren’t well aware of his living habits and general tendencies

Captain marvel goes on a mission with the justice league wandering away from a active conversation and walks up to a glowing pebble. He picks it up and swallows it whole, when he meets the horrified stares of several league members he just justify it by saying “Oh I uh held a poll and the votes said to this was the easiest way to dispose of the artifact so….”

Captain Marvel & Justice League Prompt

So I’ve seen a lot of stuff where Billy’s Captain Marvel form is based off of what his own personal image of a hero was when he first got his powers. So like, he grew up watching hero’s like Superman and Flash save the day on TV and his Dad was his own personal hero so he gets Superman’s build, a suit like the Flash’s and his Dads face.

I personally love this idea as it’s the perfect bittersweet mix, like I can just imagine Billy staring at his own face while transformed just so he can see his father’s face.

But I think it can be even cooler (and incredibly wholesome) if his Captain Marvel form changes as his idea of a hero changes. Maybe even gaining additional minor powers and new pieces of equipment because of it.

When he first got his powers the arm sleeves of his suit just ended at his wrist, but after he got to know Diana he got metal arm bands like hers that he can clang together to unleash concussive shockwaves and make them ultra-reflective/outright glow, so people can know he’s coming to save them no matter how far away he is. (Maybe combining the two abilities as a mystical flashbang too)

Batman saved a homeless kid in Fawcett from a mugging and offered all the resources, comfort and candy from his utility belt that he could in the aftermath, so now Cap has a utility belt, from which he can pull nearly any non-magical tool or item that the Wisdom of Solomon could design and he can use to save a life or bring comfort to others. (But the WoS does have to actually design it, basically do mystical R&D. So Billy has to think about the situations he’s likely to be in, figure out what kind of tools could help him get through them and then give Solomon a couple days or weeks to develop the new gadget. In other words, Billy has to be paranoid and plan for every eventuality like a certain caped mad man.) The exact contents of each individual pouch is not consistent as Cap can just pull anything from the WoS Catalogue, with the sole exception of the third pouch on the right, which always has candy and snacks. (And if it just so happens that’s the same pouch that Batman keeps his candy in that’s just a coincidence.)

After a particularly thrilling adventure with the Lanterns Cap winds up with a vaguely lantern shaped container hanging from his belt, containing all manner of enchanted rings. Each ring able to cast one specific spell, which just so happen to have effects that line up quite nicely with the most common ways all the Lanterns tend to use their rings. (Or you could give him some of Gwen Tennision from Ben 10’s magic, more specifically the pink hardlight constructs and blast)

From Green Arrow he gets the ability to conjure a bow of lighting that he can use to fire off lightning blast or trick arrows, whether they mundane ones developed by the WoS that he somewhat comically pulls out of his very much not arrow length utility belt pouch’s or enchanted arrows Billy makes himself.

From Aquaman he gets a mystic trident with hydro kinetic powers that he can make lightning strike down at the point of impact when thrown and call to his hand.(Nightwing is the first to notice that it looks, and functions, suspiciously like the trident from Minecraft enchanted with channeling and loyalty. Cap when he gets asked about it: whaaaat? That’s sooooo strange. Weird. Moving on!)

This just keeps happening, with Captain Marvel slowly but surely acquiring bootleg knockoffs of all the League members powers. And like, they’re not suspicious of him, per se. but it takes barely two seconds of thinking to connect the dots and realize that all of Caps costume updates, new powers and new gear bear striking resemblances to their own costumes, powers and equipment.

So they sit him down and ask him about it. Cap can’t just lie, even if he really wants to, because that’s mean and these are his friends who he looks up to so much! So he winds up blushing up a storm and very shyly explaining the way he form and powers work, and then it’s the rest of the Leagues turn to be embarrassed as holy crap imitation really is the sincerest form of flattery. Captain Marvel, this Demi god powerhouse, Champion of Magic, Guardian of the Rock of Eternity, aparently thinks they’re all so cool and such good hero’s that the magic that makes him decided to steal their look/move set to make Cap a better hero. Every single one of them are preening like peacocks because hell yeah we’re awesome!

A bit more of a comedic bit:

Billy’s admiration of the women of the League cause his Captain Marvel from to shift to a bit more of an androgynous build, less “brick shithouse” and more “streamlined powerhouse”. He gets an armored skirt like Wonder Woman’s/the traditional armored skirts worn by many army’s in ancient times, a choker like Black Canary’s that lets him use a sonic screech, earrings just like Zatanna’s favorite pair that she wears to all her shows, maybe even starts to get some of his moms features along side his Dads. In the privacy of his own mind with the Courage of Achilles fueling him he can admit that he actually really likes the look, but Courage of Achilles or not he’s a teenage boy. He will not go out crime fighting in a Skirt of all things! Mr. Batman will make fun of him!

So he uses magic to hide all the more feminine stuff and give him his brick shithouse muscles, but as it turns out the magic that makes his form does not like that. Like, undercover missions, blending in with civilians and stuff, yeah sure Billy go ahead. But everyday? At all times? Billy Batson this is the form of a hero! You can not hide this! Can not hide from it! The magic of his form fights Billy’s attempts to hide all the “girly” stuff so much that at any given time like half of Captain Marvels immense mystical might is devoted solely to keeping up the transformation.

But then the League got an all hands on deck emergency, shits going down and it’s do or die time. And embarrassing or not when lives are on the line there’s not even a choice to make. So Captain Marvel give some dramatic speech about how he’s “concealed his true form to be more palatable to the human mind”, enters a 20 second transformation sequence, lightning flashing, winds howling, thunder roaring, the whole nine yards. And then….

*as Alfred walks into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea*

Damian, sitting on the kitchen counter: -I'm just saying it's not uncommon that women eat the placenta after giving birth.

Tim, cross-legged on the floor below, looking up at him pensively: ...did Talia eat her placenta with you?

Damian: ...i don't even know if i had a placenta. i was designed, not born, remember? *notices Alfred* oh. hello Pennyworth.

Tim, glancing over: 'sup.

Alfred, calmly reaching for the kettle, trying to remain positive about the conversation: good afternoon, boys.

Tim, turning back to Damian: are you saying Talia actually chose for you to be like this?

Alfred, confidence instantly wilting: *sternly* Timothy.

Tim, ignoring him completely, grinning up at Damian: you're like her version of macaroni art.

Damian, shooting Tim a half-lidded face of judgement: Jason came up with more creative versions of that insult when he was still zombified by the pit. i hope you're proud of yourself.

Tim, whining: -hey, Jason grew up on the streets, he's fluent in street banter! i think i do pretty well as an isolated rich kid without siblings or friends.

Alfred: *opens the cupboard for tea and. freezes.*

Damian: how come you can use your upbringing as an excuse for how you are but when i do it i'm 'a real issue'?

Tim: *snort* because you use your upbringing as an excuse for killing people.

Alfred, voice weary: ...boys.

Tim and Damian: *look over at him*

Alfred, slowly reaching in and bringing out a large glass jar filled with clear fluid, submerging what is clearly a human organ: do either of you care to explain what this is... and why it's in my tea cupboard?

Damian, swinging his legs: *blinks slowly* oh. that's Timothy's spleen. i won it from my grandfather in a game of online chess and he overnighted it from the compound. *pause* and i put it in the cupboard because Father was here a few minutes ago and he doesn't like looking at our organs.

Tim, head snapping over to Damian and narrowing his eyes suddenly: won it in- you said you snuck over and pulled off some great big fucking heist! you little- *abrupt pause*

*a beat*

Tim: you beat Ra's at chess?

Damian, blankly: mother designs her macaroni art to be good at strategy games.

Alfred: *looking at the jar in abstract horror*

Damian: -anyway, back to the original topic; Timothy. women eat the placenta all the time. how is this different?

Alfred: *whispering* why is his spleen outside his body?

Tim, back to being pensive: i dunno Dames... it might make me sick. i'm suspectable to that now.

Damian: well maybe this will fix that! look, it was already in your body; i don't see how putting it back in there could be bad in any way.

Tim: well yeah- but it's different when the entrance to it going inside being used is my mouth.

Damian, making a face: what do you want me to do then, put it up your ass?

Tim: i don't know why we have to do ANYTHING!

Alfred: *still staring at the jar*

Damian: i'll season it really good, i promise.

Tim, mouth twisting uncertainly: mmm......

*Duke walks in, glancing up from his phone*

Duke: 'sup fuckers. -and Alfred. Alfred isn't a fucker. love you Alfred. what's going on in here?

Tim, bitterly: Damian's trying to peer pressure me into eating my spleen.

*a beat*

Duke: *squints* is it not inside you already?

Tim: *points at jar*

Duke, calmly: ...huh.

*another beat*

Duke, looking down at Tim: what are you waiting for? do it pussy.

Damian: *grins in triumph*

Tim:

Alfred, eyes still not able to be dragged away from the jar: ...i think we need to update your medical records, Master Timothy.

Tim, wrapping his arms around himself on the floor: -and i think i need compensation. i only just got used to having older siblings, and now i have two younger ones. and they both want me to suffer. this is an entirely different ballgame. i'm in danger.

Ghost the second he steps foot off base: