Look, I read. A Lot. The dozen-books-a-week type. Except my bestie introduced me to free fanfic online amid highschool, which is both free and requires no rushing to the library before they close. So. Between classic-definition Epics and endless one-shots and everything in between? Yeah. I read A Lot. This is for That Sort of stuff. Prompts, ficlets, recs, headcannons, and of course Analyses Galore, of everything from fanfic to comics to novels and historic media. 99.9% reblogs, ofc.
Tim was expecting Jason to be clueless and it turns out that at least 40% of Red Hood's goons are queer and two third of them are trans, go go supportive crime lord Jason Todd!!!
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conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 49 (masterpost here)
Tim: -did not enjoy it, like at all. shitty party.
Dick: that's why i didn't go! i don't care if he lives in some mystical underwater kingdom; that doesn't mean Aquaman knows how to throw a decent rager.
Jason: what was the party even for, again?
Tim: *straining sounds* man this door will not budge-- uh, i think it was the anniversary of the first assembly of the Justice League.
Jason: oh; ugh. yeah i wouldn'a gone either.
Dick: by the way, Red, your tracker says you're not even at the shipping container you're meant to be searching. what door are you opening?
Tim, confused: what? you said it was the seventh one down, right?
Dick: no man, eleventh. you gotta keep going.
Tim: w- *exasperated huff* i've been at this one for the past fifteen minutes and you didn't say?!
Dick: i didn't realise you were trying to open it!
Tim: *groan* *annoyed scuff of boots* man you are fucking- you suck at playing Oracle. there's fucking two of you and you're still shitter than O on her own.
Jason: in my defence i take the term 'playing Oracle' very loosely. i dunno what Dick's been doing, but i haven't looked at the batcomputer once since i came down here. i'm just here to hang out and play Pokémon on Damian's switch.
Dick: yeah- isn't he gonna be super pissed that you're messing with his save file while he's on patrol?
Jason: nah, 's a fight he can't get past. told me to beat it for 'im.
Dick, fond: aww, i used to do that with Mario levels and B!
Tim: Hood, you aren't even injured. i get Wing playing Oracle, but the fuck're you staying at the manor for?
Jason: unlike you people i understand the concept of giving myself a break every now and then. it's self care to stay behind sometimes,
Tim, flat: ok you literally kill people on a weekly basis, how can you think you have the authority on mental health here?
Jason, wisely: if the only case against me you have is the simple fact that i take human life, then you have no case at all.
Tim: ...i cannot believe that that is an actual sentence you just said.
Dick: *snort*
Tim: ...ok is this the container?
Dick: uhhh- hold on let me tab back in i was on etsy-
Jason: *snicker*
Dick: yeah you good. you know i've been to a couple parties to do with the JL, and i gotta say they always disappoint.
Tim: right?! like, for a group of superheroes you guys are fucking boring. where's the magic 'n shit cause i know you have access to it.
Jason: oh yeah, being in this business is way less magical than it seems.
Tim: i was honestly so disappointed when i realised that; like i had a bucket list.
Dick, laughing lightly: you had a bucket list?
Tim: a bucket list, which i kept in my phone calendar-
Jason: *abrupt laugh* that's such a shit place to keep one!
Tim: yeah man- after i got knighted as Robin i picked a date like a year later, and I had a list of cool magic shit i wanted to experience before that date. let me tell you--didn't get to do shit.
Jason, snickering: *a drawl* yeeeeeah, Gotham in the post-golden era? that's gotta be disappointing.
Tim: closest i got to was when i got to do the cool time travel scavenger hunt after B got lost. and even then, i didn't get to do half of the cool things i wanted to do. i wanted indiana jones type shit, and all i got was fucking--criminal minds, or something. there is so much cocaine in this shipping container, by the way.
Jason, absent: shoulda' taken some of that to Aquaman's party.
Dick: *snort* yeah i remember having things like that. my favourite moment of being Robin was the first time that i got to put a bunch of pins in a map and then wind red string around them to map out a path and lead us to a final location. that shit felt like heroin.
Jason: *gasp* oh yeahhhhh! i remember when i was Robin and B didn't use paper shit any more, so the first time i got to do that was when i worked a case with you, and it made my fucking year i swear to god. wasn't even ruined by the fact that you hated me at the time, i was just so excited.
Dick: *fond hum*
Tim, audibly bitter: yeah well i'm real happy for you two. you know what i got when i became Robin? an ipad and a fucking shared google document.
Dick and Jason: *burst into laughter*
Jason, through tears: man i forgot about B's google doc phase-!
Tim, still annoyed: yeah, well there was a lot i wanted to do that i never got to do. i never got to uncover a hidden underground treasure room, i never got to flick through an ancient tomb with a thick leather cover until i find the right page and slam it open onto a table while going 'here!',
Jason: *wheeze*
Tim: -i never got to discover a secret map drawn in invisible ink,
Dick, still laughing: ok you just wanted to do a national treasure-
Tim: i wanted to find an ancient magical staff and hold it up in a beam of light. instead what do i get? shipping containers of cocaine and being kidnapped by a schizophrenic where i have to stay tied up in his basement for a week and a half while i wait for Batman and Robin to track me down like a lost dog.
Jason: *still wheezing* aw man, did the- *another wheeze*
Dick: Jason's crying,
Jason: *high pitched* did the schizophrenic at least have a staff?
Tim, indignant: well he had a staff infection,
Jason and Dick: *collapse into more loud laughter*
i like a Jason Todd whose reaction upon seeing that the little Drake kid he used to look out for during high-society events has taken up his mantle and is doing a surprisingly good job at it is to just go ‘i’m feeling an intense and confusing mix of cuteness aggression and indignant rage, which is confusing for me, but luckily my body’s reaction to both those emotions is to start throwing hands, so that kid better square up’. and a Tim Drake whose reaction to Jason revealing his identity to him and attempting to end his life at Titans Tower is to just go ‘ah, wrestling. i’ve seen this in sitcoms before. this is a common brotherly bonding activity. he has accepted me into his family, my mission has succeeded’. and then proceeds to start following the Red Hood around like a lost duckling, completely ignorant to Bruce and Dick’s genuine fear for his life.
the only reason Jason lets Tim hang around is because it’s like when you put a blanket over a dog’s head and they’re so confused as to where the light’s gone that they just freeze. Jason’s so confused he’s just letting Tim do his thing. in his mind he got the restless energy out the first time he beat Tim up, he’s kinda moved past it and doesn’t care. but now the kid keeps following him down the street whenever he goes out for a walk and he’s so fucking baffled as to the possible reasons for such actions that he’s just. incapable of stopping it. he’s just stuck side-eyeing Tim like when you’re eating a sandwich outside and a seagull starts walking suspiciously near you. you don’t quite know what to do about it yet because it’s not really doing anything, so you just keep an eye on it and try to get on with your meal, Alert but Stationary.
Tim just thinks he and Jason are bros now. Jason is genuinely starting to think this guy’s special needs and he doesn’t know what to do.
AU where Adrien doesn't have the cat miraculous, but DOES discover that Gabriel is hawkmoth literally day one, during Stoneheart. Gabe manages to convince Adrian not to turn him in, mainly by explaining why he's doing this, but also that if things go to plan no one will be permanently harmed, because miracle Cure undoes the damage his Akuma might cause. Adrien is skeptical, but basically agrees not to expose his dad, at least not immediately.
This is all pretty typical for an "Adrien knows from the start" au, but this is where I add my own brand of lunacy:
Gabriel clocks immediately that these heroes are children, and considering how quickly they responded to his Akumatization of Ivan, are likely enrolled in Francois DuPont. This, combined with his guilt at having to ask his literal child to carry the secret that he's a supervillain, Gabriel finally grants Adrien's request to go to school.
This leads to several major changes in the story from then on. Starting with how present Gabriel is in Adrien's life. With Adrien potentially going to school with his enemies and gathering info for him, he obviously needs to get reports from him about his classmates and what's going on at school. And it's best if said reports are made as soon as possible so they're fresh in Adrien's mind when they get relayed to Gabe. Logically, this makes the best time to hear about Adrien's school day at Dinner time, since, even busy as he is, Gabriel still eats dinner, so it works out.
And if it reminds him of before, when Emily would have them eat and talk together, when things were good? Well, what's the harm in that?
So Gabriel, partially by gaslighting himself into thinking it's "for the mission", is now actively invested and interested in Adrien's life. Which does wonders for their relationship. Especially because Gabriel gets extremely invested in every little thing Adrien says, and even takes notes to keep track.
Yeah, sure, it's for the mission. But why'd he right down, circle, highlight, and then remind Adrien of, Ninos birthday? And Jake sure he had a gift picked out? For the mission, sure...
Akuma's also start avoiding the school, or even akumatizing a student, like the plague. This starts basically the moment after the first and only time an Akuma puts Adrien in danger.
I could also see Adrien complaining about Akuma's late at night messing with his sleep, especially during exam periods, and Gabriel just, subtly beggining to avoid the really late or really early Akuma's, partially for his boy, and partially because some part of his brain is now keenly aware that these heroes are children, like Adrien, and he can't quite shake it anymore. His boy is miserable without sleep. All the doctors say it's integral for a growing kids health, and being still a pretty helicopter dad, I'd imagine he starts putting himself, intentionally or not, in the shoes of the heroes parents, at least mentally.
This also causes Gabriel to care a lot more about Adrien's friends. After all, two of them could be the Heroes. He has to watch them closely. So that means if Adrien wants to have them over, well, of course he says yes! Better data!
And if, perhaps, his supernatural senses pick up say, the depression clinging to the bright fashion designer who spends time with Adrien, or the stress that seems to be slowly building up in young Nino, well... It's just part of the mission to check on them, isn't it? To point out the struggling to Adrien and offer him some advice on how to help.
Yep. Just for the mission.
Even when he starts imagining if the Hero he just tried to squish with a car was Adrien's best friend, or that girl he likes but won't admit it. Even if the idea of what his hurting them would do to his son and their slowly healing relationship starts to burn almost as much as his initial grief at Emily's death.
while I don’t agree with that referring to men in their 30s-early 40s as “old man yaoi”, I UNDERSTAND why many people who primarily consume honest-to-goodness BL manga are quicker to call it that, because there is just such poor representation for men that aren’t hairless dehydrated 20-something twunks. They’re wrong, but I get why it happens.
I also understand that “middle-aged yaoi” isn’t as fun to say as “old man yaoi”, even when it’s more technically accurate.
So I would like to propose new vocabulary: Grown Ass Yaoi. yaoi that’s grown ass men. they’re not old but they’re not young adults either. you get me? Grown Ass Yaoi
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The canon Silver Age re-introduction of the Justice Society to the Justice League will never not be funny to me. Like.
JSA: Wow! Who knew that we could access other universes so easily and could potentially help this new League!
Jay “I go to Earth-1 for monthly barbecues with my wife to visit my Protégé and his Fiancée and didn’t think it was important to say anything” Garrick: Weird, right?
JLA: I can’t believe the JSA was real all this time and that we could have been interacting with them with relative ease!
Barry “I go on long weekend camping trips with my predecessor whenever I can get away and didn’t think it was important to say anything” Allen: Yeah that’s crazy…
I really like the idea of spider-man in DC. Why? Because I just imagine if he was really flung into DC and had his life and backstory there, became a hero. His personality would not change in the slightest. The difference is the arguments in the Justice League over “Adopting” him.
Batman already has adoption papers and is ready to get him in the bat family immediately.
“He uses gadgets, his costume is inspired by the creature that gave him trauma. And his parents are gone, this is my jurisdiction.”
Superman jumps in
“He is a ray of sunshine and carries the heavy weight of responsibility to use his powers. Not to mention he has super strength and inspires others. This falls into my camp Bruce.”
That’s when WonderWoman steps in
“He ties up criminals and does what is best for others, he also has incredible senses. If honed he would be an amazing warrior.”
Superman and Batman point out that he is a guy.
“Warriors come in all genders, I am allowed one”
What gets unexpected is when OTHER members of the justice league reveal their interest.
Flash shows interest.
“Science experiment gone wrong, lost someone close to him, AND he is fast. We add some speed force and he fits right in with the flash family. Plus our rogues galleries are much more fitting”
Hal Jordan and the lanterns even chime in
“His will power is impressive, he should be part of the lantern corps, he already has the responsibility aspect baked in.”
Zatanna even pops in pointing out how he has “Magic” inside him so therefore that falls into HER area.
It’s a full on argument.
Meanwhile Spider-man is chilling with the teen titans
The sirens were blaring. The situation was quickly escalating into an all-hands-on-deck emergency, and Batman was doing his best to give every superhero who came through the zeta-tube a position that would maximize their chances of surviving this.
Which wasn't easy when the threat was a complete unknown, one with apparently limitless power. Somehow, they hadn't suffered any catastrophic injuries so far, and the Flashes had managed to evacuate most civilians within the first twenty minutes.
However, considering the amount of power the being had displayed so far, and the complete lack of damage they had been able to inflict, it didn't feel as though their endurance up to this point was the result of their own efforts. Instead, it felt like the being was deliberately holding back.
Batman hated the sensation that it was merely toying with them before delivering a final, devastating blow, like a cat entertaining itself with prey before finally killing it.
He leapt out of the path of another stray attack. The fact that he was able to evade it at all, despite having witnessed other attacks move far faster, was just another piece of evidence supporting Batman's theory that the being was holding back.
They hadn't even been able to communicate with it. They had no motive, no known objective, no understanding of what it wanted, not even a clear description of what it looked like, since they only caught a shadow of an anthropomorphic figure between the onslaught of attacks.
The relentless battle had now dragged on for nearly two hours.
“We need something else to try! Nothing we do is affecting him!” Batman heard Wonder Woman shout through the comms.
“Do we have any news from the Dark members? I may not know what this being is, but it clearly has magical properties,” Shazam exclaimed as he launched yet another attack at the being, only for the man to be thrown back. Starfire was quick to soften his landing.
The closest zeta-tube, positioned a thousand miles north, sent another activation notification to Batman's wrist computer, and he was already thinking about where the weakest points in their formation were before he even knew who the new arrival was.
He couldn’t stop the resigned sigh that escaped his lips when the zeta-tube announced B-25. It was Phantom. So far, other than Shazam, there hadn't been any other young heroes arriving, but he wouldn’t be surprised if he started seeing more of them soon. Phantom was most likely just the start.
Phantom, despite claiming to have lived for almost half a millenia, had also accepted that by his own species' standards he was quite young, and Bruce had estimated that mentally the boy wasn't older than sixteen in human developmental years.
Usually, Bruce tried to keep the younger heroes out of world-ending threats, but he had to make an exception when no alternative was working. Phantom had powerful abilities, and while Batman had no reason to believe his powers would have any more impact than those of the other heavy hitters so far, he also had no reason to stop the boy from acting.
He really wished they could have wrapped up this battle before he had to start positioning young teens on the front lines.
“Hey Bats, heard things are looking pretty bad here. Where do you need me?” Phantom’s voice came through his comm. They had never been able to completely get rid of the staticky effect the ghost inflicted on the device, but it was still worlds better than the first time the ghost used them.
“We haven’t been able to inflict any damage so far, but we’re trying different attacks. Most of our electricity-based heroes are working southwest, so position yourself northeast for the time being to avoid interfering with each other. Try some attacks, and we’ll adjust from there.” Batman tried to keep certain powers working in the same area for cases like these, where incompatibilities between allies could become an issue.
“So we really are at the 'throwing everything we have and hoping something works' phase, huh?” Phantom commented just as he appeared in Batman's right field of view, allowing him to see the exact moment the ghost froze in place.
He frowned. “Phantom, have you found an incompatibility with the being? If so, I request that you retire.” Batman spoke sharply.
Sure, they needed more heavy hitters, but it wouldn't really help if one of them had some fundamental weakness against the being. Superman was barely being any help with his weakness to magic, but other heroes trusted Superman’s experience enough to rely on the man in the field even when weakened.
It would not be the same with a young hero.
Heroes would get distracted trying to protect the kid. Young heroes might hate it and see it as demeaning, but in the end, adults couldn't ignore it when children appeared to be in danger, and Batman had to account for that bias when strategizing against threats.
“N-no, um, I know that guy.” Phantom stammered, but Batman didn't hear any fear in his voice. It sounded more like he had been caught off guard. He also noted that the being was a he. Not that knowing his gender really made any difference here, but after two hours of nothing, it was refreshing to have any information about him at all. “Hey, Batman? Could you get everyone to back away? I think I can get him to stop… at least for a moment.”
Batman turned his attention back to the battlefield. Nothing had changed since this whole thing started. Their attacks were serving more to deflect the being's assaults than to actually hurt him. To a certain extent, stopping wouldn't really change anything, but it could still place them all at a disadvantage if the being decided to stop holding back the moment they gave him space.
“Are you sure you can do that? It could put everyone in danger if you are unable to.”
“Yeah… as long as he doesn’t decide to be an asshole about it.” Phantom murmured the last phrase.
It didn’t give Batman much confidence. The being had been attacking for a long time, and sure, he was holding back, but any of Bruce’s sons would agree that this behavior firmly placed him in the asshole category. Then again, no one else even knew what he was, and nothing they had tried so far had worked. Whatever Phantom had planned here might be their only chance.
He sighed. “Okay, but you have to be quick. If the being doesn’t stop within ten minutes after we cease our attacks, we’re returning to the current positions. Understood?”
“As clear as day.” Phantom chirped.
“I need everyone to step back for ten minutes. We’re trying something else,” Batman announced through the comms.
The heroes reunited around the being hadn't even finished complying when Phantom darted closer and screamed, “Half-time! Half-time! I demand a review!” And to everyone's utter confusion, the being stopped.
“Phantom? What are you doing here?” a deep, raspy voice asked. Batman couldn't believe the being was capable of talking. They had tried to communicate with him multiple times.
Without the constant barrage of attacks, he slowly began to make out the man's actual appearance. His eyes were red, his frame was massive, and he shared a certain resemblance to Phantom that Batman did not like noticing.
“What else would I be doing here? This is my home, dipshit.” Phantom snarled exasperatedly, planting his hands on his hips. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, save us the unnecessary questions. You know I only go where the clock sends me,” the being snarled back.
“Right, because you never enjoy doing this. This place is mine, Poltergeist,” Phantom growled.
“Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time.” The newly named Poltergeist scoffed. “Let's see.”
He reached into his own arm and pulled out a notebook, flipping through the pages. Batman could only add this action, the name, the resemblance to Phantom, and the fact that the teen knew him to his growing list of evidence that this man was a ghost.
He knew from Phantom that ghosts were powerful, but he hadn't thought they could be this powerful. He would need to prioritize contingencies against ghosts once this was dealt with. At least whatever conversation Phantom and this Poltergeist were having seemed to be going well.
That is, there hadn't been any new attacks, and he hoped it stayed that way. He could see some of his allies taking advantage of the possibly temporary ceasefire to collect themselves and get injured teammates treated as best as possible without fully immobilizing them, in case things went south and they had to resume the fight.
Poltergeist finally found the page he had been looking for. “So, is this not AU18DC86DP08062026?” he asked, reading aloud.
Phantom looked clearly displeased by the alphanumeric string that apparently described “here.” Batman still didn't know what level of magnitude “here” referred to. These exact coordinates? This city? This planet? This solar system? It could mean anything. He was going to have so many questions for Phantom later.
“Yes. Yes, it is.” Phantom growled, now clearly annoyed. “Let me see that.” He swooped forward and snatched the notebook away.
“Hey! Careful, you jerk. Whisp made that for me!” Poltergeist protested.
“I'm not going to break it...” Phantom whipped his head around to stare at Poltergeist and exclaimed, all traces of anger vanishing and pure awe filling his voice, “Wait, she made it for you?”
“Yes. I told you we've gotten closer.” Poltergeist crossed his arms and looked positively smug.
“I'm glad,” Phantom said softly, a warmth entering his eyes that Batman had only seen when the ghost looked at people he had adopted as family.
Batman had... so many questions, and he could see many of the heroes observing the scene dumbfounded. Martian Manhunter, one of the first adults the teen had dubbed “his,” looked the most baffled, and Batman wondered if there was another psychic layer to this conversation that he was missing.
Anyhow, the strange domesticity the conversation had taken on had allowed the heroes to relax even further. Batman was starting to consider organizing an evacuation for those with the worst injuries.
Poltergeist cleared his throat, now looking away as though embarrassed. “Were you not about to check the code?”
“Ah, right.” Phantom looked back down at the notebook and pursed his lips. “I don't get where you get your terrible handwriting from. Both me and Vlad have decent enough handwriting.”
“Oh, spare me the lecture.” Poltergeist waved a hand dismissively.
“I'll spare it when it isn't affecting me! Can you really confidently tell me any of these are actually sixes, fives, or eights? They all look almost the same!” Phantom complained, waving the notebook accusingly.
“Of course I... well, I think so?” Poltergeist admitted with a grimace.
“Ancients. You need to find a more reliable way to do this.”
“Alright, alright, I get it. My numbers suck. Blame the clock. You know how many codes he has me writing in one sitting?” Poltergeist threw his hands up.
“Ugh, the bastard has all the time in the world and yet...” Phantom muttered.
“Right!? Like, use your time-outs for this supposedly incredibly important information!” Poltergeist huffed.
Phantom sighed. “So...”
“Yes, yes, I'll honor your review request and go confirm this with Clockwork.” Poltergeist rolled his eyes, though his tone lacked any real irritation. “I'll let you know how it goes.”
Phantom huffed and held out the notebook. “Here. And seriously, work on your numbers.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Poltergeist took the notebook back carefully, tucking it away into his arm again. “I'll think about it.”
“Hope it goes well,” Phantom said. Then, after a moment of silence, he added almost timidly, “Hey, and if it turns out null, could you stay and visit for a few days? Feels like it's been decades.”
Poltergeist looked at Phantom for a long moment, his expression softening. “Sure, lil me.” And then the man was engulfed in shadows and disappeared.
Phantom pouted as he floated back toward Batman. “I've told him not to call me that,” he mumbled under his breath.
“Phantom. If you don’t mind, I would like some explanations. Starting with who that man was, how you know him, and why he was attacking.” Batman demanded.
“Ugh, straight back to business as always.” Phantom groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shouldn’t we be looking after the injured or something?”
“I trust the rest of the team is able to do that now that there isn’t an imminent threat in the field,” Batman replied.
“... Right.” Phantom shifted nervously in the air. “Um, so that was Poltergeist.”
“I gathered.”
“And he’s my older brother.”
Fantastic. Phantom has an older brother with unlimited power. Batman massaged his temple. At least this confirmed that Poltergeist was a ghost.
“And why was your brother attacking us?”
“Right, so, that’s a pretty long explanation. A lot of context is needed...” Phantom said, hovering nervously in the air. “Can’t we, like, go back to the Watchtower and talk there?”
Batman raised an eyebrow and looked around. There weren’t any civilians left, and the only people able to hear them would be other Justice League allies, but Batman could understand not wanting to discuss personal matters in front of every hero present. Even if said personal matters had caused an all-hands-on-deck level threat. He sighed.
“All right.” He pressed his comm. “Nightwing, I’m going back to the Watchtower to discuss what has happened with Phantom. Could you...”
“Don’t worry, B, we have everything covered here,” Nightwing's voice came, sounding a little strained from the other side.
Batman pursed his lips. He hadn’t received any notice of his eldest getting hurt. He glanced around the battlefield. Nightwing was too far away for him to see clearly from his position, but hopefully his son was occupied with something and wasn’t actually hiding a major injury. He sighed. He would have to trust his son's judgment. Turning back toward Phantom, he nodded.
“All right, let’s get to the Watchtower.”
—
Phantom hovered around the room, searching for the right words, while Batman checked the logs that had been entered into the system during the attack. He was trying to be patient here. Phantom was a nervous young boy, and he didn’t want the teen to shut down.
“Alright,” Phantom finally began, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know how I mentioned once that I was a protective spirit?”
“Mm,” Batman acknowledged, not looking up from the screen.
“Right, so, my brother is also a protector but… in a different way.”
“Which means?” Batman asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Um, he gets rid of the universes that are a threat to the Infinite Realms? You know, the place that I told you is connected to all existing universes?” Phantom explained in a meek voice.
“He destroys universes,” Batman concluded, barely keeping the panic out of his voice. They had had a universe destroyer attacking them.
“Well, yes. But to protect all the other universes!” Phantom exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “You know, like when you cut off a leaf that shows signs of fungus so the rest of the plant won't die as well?”
“So he’s decided our universe is a threat.” Batman growled lowly, narrowing his eyes at Phantom.
“He hasn’t.” Phantom immediately raised his arms in a calming motion. “Um, the Ancient of Time told him, but Da... uh, Poltergeist may be mistaken. Like, the code was not clear at all. He could definitely be in the wrong universe!” Phantom hurried to explain.
“Universes that have become a threat to the Infinite Realms rarely have sentient life. More often than not, they're a threat because of the way they sink ectoplasm, like a black hole pulls in light. The few that have had sentient life in them had that sentient life actively working to damage the Infinite Realms, and to my knowledge, that is not what is happening here!” Phantom rushed through his explanation in an effort to appease Batman.
“To your knowledge. There's still a chance.” Batman crossed his arms, thinking through what Phantom had said. From what Phantom had explained in the past, Ancient meant the personification of something, so the personification of time itself was sending Poltergeist to destroy universes.
His jaw tensed. From what they had seen so far, if the ghost wasn’t mistaken, they would be in great trouble. “If he was here believing he was getting rid of a threatening universe, why was he... holding back against us?”
“Believe it or not, this is not the first time my brother has gone to the wrong universe.” Phantom rolled his eyes in fond annoyance.
“So he usually fools around a little to see if Clockwork, or someone else, will intervene. Besides, there isn’t always a need for the universe to be completely destroyed. Sometimes it's enough to cause a scene for the universe to be redirected onto the right path.
Not that Clockwork would specify which universes are which,” Phantom scoffed, “so Poltergeist just takes things slowly until there's no chance the sentence wasn't destruction.”
“What would a scene entail?” Batman asked, leaning forward slightly. “Would what he has done so far count as a scene?”
“Uh...” Phantom winced. “I’m not sure.”
Batman sighed, pulling up the battle logs once more. This conversation was doing nothing to calm his nerves. He had been grateful when Phantom was able to easily stop Poltergeist's attack, but everything he heard only made his worries grow.
They had no real way to defend themselves if the Ancient of Time confirmed that this universe had been sentenced to destruction. He understood the cosmic logic behind Poltergeist's work, but that didn’t mean he was willing to let his dimension be destroyed for the greater good.
His children lived here, his friends lived here, and there were billions of lives he had worked day and night to protect. He wouldn’t let it all end just because a higher being had decided they were too much of a threat to continue existing.
The “scene” option wasn’t a good alternative either, not when they didn’t even have a definition for what a “scene” was. What would they do if, for it to be effective, Poltergeist had to destroy the Earth? He needed to discuss this with the JLD and see if there was any chance they had a way to combat this.
He should have found a more reliable way to counter ghosts when Phantom first arrived. Sure, every attempt had ended in failure, but he had let himself get distracted by other matters too easily.
Batman slowly raised his eyes to Phantom again. The ghost was hovering nervously from side to side, biting his lip as though he were trying to find words that would reassure Batman. Batman doubted those words existed.
“Phantom. What is your plan if Poltergeist returns with the objective of destroying this universe?” he finally voiced the question he had been dreading.
Phantom was a close friend of Tim's. The boy had stayed over at the Manor more times than Bruce could count, he got along with all of the other teen heroes, and more than a few heroes had an unspoken agreement of shared custody over the kid.
Bruce was excluded only because of his children's efforts to keep Phantom firmly in the family friend category, but Bruce had always found the boy somewhat nephew-like. If Phantom sided with Poltergeist, if they had to fight against Phantom in their attempt to save their home dimension... Bruce didn’t know if they would be able to emotionally survive that.
Phantom furrowed his brows. “Batman, I’m a protector spirit. You heard what I told Poltergeist, didn’t you? This place is mine. I don’t care what Clockwork says about this universe, it is mine. Poltergeist will have to trap me in my core before he can put a real dent in it.” Phantom’s eyes grew brighter as he spoke, his voice taking on more of the ghostly reverberance they heard whenever the ghost got angry.
Batman kept his eyes on the ghost, relieved to hear they would not have to fight against him, but feeling bad for the position the kid would be put in if the worst outcome did come to pass. Phantom's warm look toward his brother when they had spoken about this Whisp person getting along with him came to mind.
“Would you really be able to fight against your brother?” he asked quietly.
Phantom let out a humorless chuckle. “And win too. I have done it multiple times.” The ghost finally took a seat, or rather a table, as he perched beside Batman’s monitor, pulling his legs up to his chest and looking down.
“The truth is, Batman, a universe under my protection would never be able to be destroyed. Even if I lose and am forced into my core, Poltergeist would be too injured or exhausted to finish the job. It doesn’t mean it would go unscathed from Poltergeist's attacks but... it’ll be fine.”
“Then if Poltergeist is asked to destroy this universe, this Ancient of Time is actually just asking for a 'scene'?” Batman asked, not liking the implications that Phantom had had to fight with his brother multiple times because of this Ancient's orders, but deciding not to touch that issue at the moment.
Phantom shook his head. “If Clockwork is sending Poltergeist here, it most likely means he wants us both to be out of commission for some time, out of the way of some other great event that will be happening soon and that we, as balance missionaries, won’t like, but that Time considers necessary.”
“Balance missionaries?” Batman repeated, his brows furrowing at the unfamiliar title.
It occurred to him that they were lacking a great deal of knowledge about the Infinite Realms. Phantom had adapted exceptionally well to human society. Everything from his "Danny's" disguise to his mannerisms fit in remarkably well, and the teen also spoke casually about ghosts and the Infinite Realms.
Batman had assumed, in the comfort of easy answers and because of the teen's protective personality, that aside from the paranormal factor, they shared similar social structures.
Or perhaps it had been his dislike for the paranormal that had allowed him to remain comfortable with how little he knew. After all, the JLD was there to handle that side of things. That assumption sat poorly with him now. He had accepted too many unknowns simply because they had been convenient, and the realization left an unpleasant weight in his chest.
Phantom groaned and flopped backward dramatically onto the table. “That one is actually too long, and I refuse to explain it. Long story short, it’s a title me, Poltergeist, and our little sister Whisp got around our hundredth death year. It just so happens that Balance and Time don’t always agree.”
Bruce frowned. “If you’re aware this is only a way for him to get you both out of the way, why don’t you refuse from the start?”
Phantom grimaced. “It isn’t that simple...” He sat back up from where he had flopped onto the table and rubbed his arms uneasily. “I’m sure Constantine has told you before that paranormal beings tend not to have all the same liberties as mortals do. Poltergeists have a need to destroy what has been classified as a danger, and I have to protect what’s mine to protect. We can't not do it.
Besides, it doesn’t always work in Clocky's favor even when we go along with it.” Phantom sighed and hugged his knees tighter. “Look, even if Poltergeist does return with a destruction sentence, I’ll ask him to take it to an uninhabited place. That much we can afford to do. So it’ll be fine.”
Batman frowns. “I don’t think anyone would like for you to go fight far away on your own in a battle that, from what you’ve told me, will leave you terribly injured.”
Phantom made a wet laugh. “Then let’s hope Poltergeist returns for a brother's hang out instead, because I can’t stay here if we do have to fight” Phantom hides his face in his knees. “Fuck, I really liked my existance here, I don’t want to leave yet.”
Bruce's brow knit with concern, somewhat confused by Phantom's assumption that he would have to leave after the attack. Did the ghost believe he would be blamed for the possible destruction of their surroundings?
“You don’t have to leave, Phantom. Regardless of how things develop, no one would blame you or want you gone. This is not a decision you are taking.”
Phantom shook his head, his voice muffled by his knees. “I can’t stay in a universe where we’ve fought.” He raised his head slightly, his wet eyes peeking up from where they had been hidden behind his knees.
“Beings like us emit a lot of energy. After a fight like that? There’s no way this universe will have the structural strength to put up with me.”
“Are you certain there’s no other option?”
Phantom nodded. “Not one we’ve found in the last five hundred years.”
Batman placed a hand on Phantom's shoulder, gently rubbing his thumb in circles against it. “You haven’t searched in this universe yet. Let’s not give up until we have at the very least tried.”
Phantom’s resulting laugh was so resigned that it was heartbreaking to hear. “I’m sorry, Batsy, but I’d rather spend my possible last moments in this universe doing something other than falling into a research spiral.”
He sniffed, a hand coming up to rub at his eye, and after looking away, he started speaking again, his words almost a mumble. “I know there’s a huge cleanup going on, but do you think J'onn will be free soon? I want to stay with him for a while.”
Batman thinned his lips for a moment. It wasn’t surprising that Phantom would resign himself if he had gone through this multiple times before, but he still hated seeing such hopelessness in young eyes. He hated magic and the supernatural.
He knew some of the hero community saw him as a man who looked for children to turn into heroes, but giving those kids capes and training had always been the result of trying to keep extremely capable children with a hunger for violence and justice alive.
He would be delighted if any of his children decided to quit one morning, though at this point he was convinced it was more likely for Alfred the cat to learn to fly than for any of them to do so. But magic never seemed to give anyone an option. Not Billy with the wisdom of Solomon, and not Phantom now.
“We have more than enough people helping down there.” Batman gave the teen's shoulder a final squeeze before withdrawing his hand. “I can call him up if you want.”
Phantom only nodded, not looking at Batman again.
“Before that,” Batman continued, “do you perhaps know how long it’ll take for Poltergeist to get his answer?”
Phantom shrugged and pushed himself off the table. “You never know with Clockwork. It could be an hour, it could be a couple months.” He floated toward the door before pausing. “Could you tell J’onn I’ll be in my Watchtower bedroom?”
“Of course.” Batman hesitated for a moment. “And Phantom, if we have a question...”
“Sure, I’ll answer what I can.” Phantom offered him a small, tired smile. “Still don’t think you’ll find anything, but well, you are one of Hope's favorites after all.” With that, Phantom left the room.
Batman blinked. One of Hope's favorites? He looked at his own reflection on the monitor's screen. Something like that didn’t fit him. He shook his head, pushing the strange comment out of his mind. He needed to get the JLD to the Watchtower yesterday.
Even if Phantom didn’t have to leave the universe if a battle did happen, sending the teen to fight against Poltergeist was not a plan. They couldn’t rely on a single teenager to save them all. They needed options, and for that, he needed information.
My most recent word document is creatively titled “NYY gaslight girlboss gatekeep” and the ever increasing word count is all about Ning Yingying deciding that if the shixiongs on Qing Jing Peak aren’t going be punished for bullying Luo Binghe she’s going to get them punished for other things.
NYY laying down on the ground and screaming, and when someone else rushes in she says that shixiong shoved her.
NYY copying someone’s assignment and accusing them of copying her, and the teacher taking her side because she’s such a nice girl who wouldn’t lie about that.
NYY hides some of her hair ribbons under one of their pillows and then raises the alarm that she thinks someone broke into her room.
Anyway, things escalate to the point that the other Peak Lords go to get SQQ out of seclusion early because his disciples started stabbing each other and this happens at just the right time to save LQG from his qi deviation.
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It's once again time for a list of my unsolicited head canons
What jobs would SVSSS characters have in the modern world?
Alright let's do this.
- Shen Qingqiu (Yuan) is a beloved university professor who randomly goes on sabbatical for like 3 years to honeymoon with his husband, to everyone's sadness.
- Shen Jiu runs a lesbian bar/strip club
- Luo Bingmei runs the sketchiest mob front restaurant you've ever seen in your life. It's built out of an abandoned gas station that got built over by a strip mall and barely even exists anymore. He is both the head of the crime syndicate who runs it and the chef. It serves the best Xiaolongbao you've ever had.
- Luo Bingge is an oil exec with a suspicious number of girlfriends and an offshore bank account.
-Liu Qingge runs an MMA gym, but only nominally. Most of the actual teaching is done by his weirdly persistent and weirdly young student, Yang Yixuan, and his sister does the paperwork in exchange for free membership for her and her girlfriends.
- Yue Qingyuan is a government official who keeps being sighted getting kicked out of a lesbian bar.
- Liu Mingyan does extremely performative and scripted wrestling, and is in a lesbian situationship with her assigned villain, Sha Hauling, as well as dating Bartender Ning Yingying. She also takes fanfic commissions on the side.
- Ning Yingying is a bartender at her dad's lesbian bar/strip club. She's also going to college for early childhood education, and is in Shen Yuans classes.
- Mu Qingfang is a geneticist doing vaguely unethical research on human stem cell cloning. He is sworn enemies with Hwang Woo Suk.
- Mobei Jun is an extremely wealthy heir to a fortune 500 company. Sorry to be basic here but that's just who he is.
- Shang Qinghua is a bedraggled paper pushing bureaucrat in the realm of Public Works. He gets paid almost nothing and is a porn author to make ends meet.
- Qi Qingqi is a domestic violence lawyer with strange and specific beef with the male owner of a lesbian bar/strip club that she is CERTAIN is up to no good but she cannot seem to find dirt on, and for some reason a government official keeps blocking her research??? Suspicious.
- Wei Qingwei posts thirst traps on XiaoHongShu. I cannot explain this one he just does.
-Tianlang-Jun is a guy who came from money and now just commissions a LOT of smut from his mansion.
-Zhuzhi-lang technically doesn't have to work, but he finds satisfaction archival work. He also runs a YouTube channel about snakes on the side.
- Gongyi Xiao is a kindly and misguided young social media coordinator for an EXTREMELY evil corporation.
-Ming Fan is a bouncer at Shen Jiu's lesbian bar. He is studying business and is greatly looking forward to a future working an office job with terrible pay and worse hours.
POV: You're Luo Bingge and you showed up at the new Qing Jing Peak to see the nice Shizun. (Otherwise known as I really like @fangirlingpuggle 's AU post in which SY adopts a bunch of kids ((including reborn peak lords)) and starts a new QJ)
[ID: A Scum Villain Drawing. Shen Yuan in a Shen Qingqiu-esque form with glasses smiles with closed eyes. An unnamed little girl with demon ears and reds eyes, therefore being one of Luo Bingge's, grips onto SY's robes nervously. SY has a hand rested on her head for comfort. A Kid!Shen Jiu stands with his arms trying to block SY from the "intruder" with an angered expression. Kid!Qi Qingqi sticks her tongue out while gripping SY's sleeve. The little girl and Qi Qingqi have green over robes but their under robes are pink and purple respectively. End ID]
POV: You're Luo Bingge and you showed up at the new Qing Jing Peak to see the nice Shizun. (Otherwise known as I really like @fangirlingpuggle 's AU post in which SY adopts a bunch of kids ((including reborn peak lords)) and starts a new QJ)
[ID: A Scum Villain Drawing. Shen Yuan in a Shen Qingqiu-esque form with glasses smiles with closed eyes. An unnamed little girl with demon ears and reds eyes, therefore being one of Luo Bingge's, grips onto SY's robes nervously. SY has a hand rested on her head for comfort. A Kid!Shen Jiu stands with his arms trying to block SY from the "intruder" with an angered expression. Kid!Qi Qingqi sticks her tongue out while gripping SY's sleeve. The little girl and Qi Qingqi have green over robes but their under robes are pink and purple respectively. End ID]
Shang Qinghua waking up one day and feeling something's wrong but after checking both sides of his job, nope everything's going as usual, totally chill, nd it keeps niggling in the back of his mind but he continues, interacting with his disciples, with his king, and then a peak lord meeting.
Then suddenly-
'They're our... siblings? Family?'
-comes from inside his head.
OG Shang Qinghua has woken up, mentally young since he never got to live his life and grow up save for brief flashes before that SQH only belatedly realizes was him.
OG!SQH now Hua'er, calls him ShangDi. Has a tendency to call their martial siblings as gege and jiejie. He's a solemn kid. Curious. Cries about Shen Jiu's story. About Yue Qingyuan. About Liu Qingge. Is always so curious about Qi-jiejie, Wei-gege, Mu-gege, etc, wants to be nice to Shen-gege and pouts to ShangDi when he's mean back, wants to hear about Liu-gege's adventures and Wei-gege's swords, and Qi-jiejie's spinning and sewing and cloth making process (since sewing is the age old female crafts I maintain it will be very represented in Xian Shu, also with their ribbons), Yue-gege's talismans and the people he talks to outside, and Shen-gege's music from the guqin to the erhu and to his painting and etc, and the Beast Peak Lord's animal menageries, what can he pet and what's good to eat (shixiong!!!), to the Zui Xian Peak Lord's favourite wine and favorite food and favourite fruit, and oh, oh, Shang Di can you also ask him for extra mantou for snacks later.
And oh shit. Does he really have to let- to make- Hua'er die with him?
(Also this is the bare bones of the idea but I also imagine Hua'er makes the system a bit buggy and since I recently read a fic where the Peak Lords with some disciples can see a chatbox between SY and SQH, maybe the other PL discovers this whole mess with Shang-Di-their-creator-martial-sibling and Hua'er-should've-been-martial-sibling-and-is-now-PL-baby-sorry-Liu-shidi.
Hua'er wants to go with Wei-gege on a mission given by YQY on his own, SQH tells him no because HE WANTS TO SLEEP -a neat feature they discovered, because with their immortal body they can just switch drivers to relieve mental fatigue and SQH really really wants that- and he reasons since Hua'er is a literal child inside but a Peak Lord outside, Wei-shixiong would assume he could take care of himself and would not be as on the look out for dangers to Hua'er. But he really wants to go on a mission on his own. SQH wants to cry because a PL level mission, even overseeing disciples which is usually a mission left for Hallmasters, is SOO NOT A FIRST TIME MISSION thing. SQH MIGHT let you go if Shen-shixiong comes with because that bastard's paranoid enough to offset Hua'er's cluelessness in addition to another Peak Lord who would balance out Shen-shixiongs's vitriol AS LONG AS the other Peak Lord is not Liu Qingge but what casual mission would need THREE Peak Lords?
Beside him a fan snaps close and Shen Qingqiu tells Yue Qingyuan he's going with Wei-shidi in this mission actually since he needs to get something this or that and Hua'er elbows SQH from the driver's seat to volunteer his help for acquisition, ShangDi has been teaching him about the admin work of An Ding and he could totally help Shen-gege while sightseeing.
At one point Hua'er asks Shen Jiu for something with a pout. While SQH is dying and expecting to be hit and verbally eviscerated, Shen Qingqiu actually acquiesces. SQH spits blood because what do you mean he could've just pouted his way through all those scary interactions?! He didn't remember this being one of his baby villain's weakness?! In fact he's pretty sure this is one of yhe things that pisses him off!!!
(is everything done to spite his god creator who not only had the audacity to CREATE HIM FIRST OF ALL, also revealed his 'backstory' to others? Yes. Shen Jiu is enjoying literally being spiteful against the god of fate as he once fantasized doing when he was young.)
System is still there, who Hua'er is very convinced is the manifestation of ShangDi's regret for how this world ends and is trying very hard to help save his martial geges and jiejies from this mysterious evil demon that will indirectly cause a cascade of betrayals and political plots which kills his martial siblings (explanation is PG rated).)
Wait I forgot to add, in the case the others know and has a way to track this convo between ShangDi and Hua'er-
Mu Qingfang would cherrypick a small personal gathering mission to bring up in the next Peak Lord meeting and Yue Qingyuan plays along and diplomatically spins it for Shang-shidi to go with if he's available.
Wei Qingwei has this material he'd like to procure, not particularly dangerous, but does need a few negotiations to secure an annual order (it's not a particularly rare material but impressive enough for Wei Qingwei to want his disciples to practice on it) and oh look on the way, there's this famous festival going on.
Liu Qingge plays bodyguard/carrier for Qi Qingqi and Shang Qinghua on a multi-sect auction, with Shen Qingqiu hovering around to be loaded and pointed at anyone who'd have the gall to get in the way in Hua'ers quite ooohs and aaaahs.
Shen Qingqiu demands Shang Qinghua on his peak to discuss some required acquisitions over tea (i.e: invited him over for tea) and they sit with the disciples painting over there and another group playing music over there, and the guqin is a fine instrument and each maker and player needs to give it's due respect, like this Shang-shidi, a simple song like this should be easy enough but some disciples disappoint in even that, why don't you try and you might surprise me, it doesn't really matter if you make mistake since you're An Ding. Now you there explain your painting. Do you know weiqi Shang-shidi? Let me regal you with the foundations of calligraphy and talismans etc. Mhmm? This disciple of mine wrote a story, what do you think Shang-shidi? Oh you have ideas? Let this master entertain it then.
Yue Qingyuan was suddenly requiring Peak Lord meetings more often, with surprisingly not as much grumbles, and there's some security concerns, and some things we can improve? What do you think Shen-shidi? What about you Shang-shidi? How would demons invade, do you think? Any ideas? Suggestions? Totally just some of mental exercises, don't worry shidi. On another note, does shidimeis have anything they want to talk about? Anything at all? Oh? The interpeak competition? Yes, it does seem like we need more activities for interpeak cooperations, since us lords should lead by example perhaps more missions so that the peak disciples can see the merit of other peaks? What about sending hallmasters here and there for senior disciples but for specially selected disciples we send three peak lords on special missions?
Shang-shixiong, can you try this buffet I made? Here's some snacks for later, and some midnight snacks, and this is a new recipe. Here's some snacks for the tea party later, do you think this is enough for all their martial sibling? Liu Qingge doesn't eat often but do you hink it's tasty enough to tempt him?
Did you know Shang-shixiong, this little one almost went extinct because of their pelt but in the sect we make sure that the process doesn't hurt them and we took a bunch last week so now we have 12 cloaks and can Shang-shixiong deliver it to each lord? Does shixiong want to bring this little one with him for a while, a change of scenery would be good for him.
The others makes sure Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge, who were previously the two youngest, understand they cannot be too hard or rough on Hua'er (their usual rude antics may be fine with each other but if you try the same with Hua'er, Qi Qingqi will bind you herself and deliver you to Mu Qingfang to ground in the special courtyard specifically to detain stubborn Peak Lords and then YOU'LL DIE OF BOREDOM. No books, no fights.)
Shang Qinghua waking up one day and feeling something's wrong but after checking both sides of his job, nope everything's going as usual, totally chill, nd it keeps niggling in the back of his mind but he continues, interacting with his disciples, with his king, and then a peak lord meeting.
Then suddenly-
'They're our... siblings? Family?'
-comes from inside his head.
OG Shang Qinghua has woken up, mentally young since he never got to live his life and grow up save for brief flashes before that SQH only belatedly realizes was him.
OG!SQH now Hua'er, calls him ShangDi. Has a tendency to call their martial siblings as gege and jiejie. He's a solemn kid. Curious. Cries about Shen Jiu's story. About Yue Qingyuan. About Liu Qingge. Is always so curious about Qi-jiejie, Wei-gege, Mu-gege, etc, wants to be nice to Shen-gege and pouts to ShangDi when he's mean back, wants to hear about Liu-gege's adventures and Wei-gege's swords, and Qi-jiejie's spinning and sewing and cloth making process (since sewing is the age old female crafts I maintain it will be very represented in Xian Shu, also with their ribbons), Yue-gege's talismans and the people he talks to outside, and Shen-gege's music from the guqin to the erhu and to his painting and etc, and the Beast Peak Lord's animal menageries, what can he pet and what's good to eat (shixiong!!!), to the Zui Xian Peak Lord's favourite wine and favorite food and favourite fruit, and oh, oh, Shang Di can you also ask him for extra mantou for snacks later.
And oh shit. Does he really have to let- to make- Hua'er die with him?
(Also this is the bare bones of the idea but I also imagine Hua'er makes the system a bit buggy and since I recently read a fic where the Peak Lords with some disciples can see a chatbox between SY and SQH, maybe the other PL discovers this whole mess with Shang-Di-their-creator-martial-sibling and Hua'er-should've-been-martial-sibling-and-is-now-PL-baby-sorry-Liu-shidi.
Hua'er wants to go with Wei-gege on a mission given by YQY on his own, SQH tells him no because HE WANTS TO SLEEP -a neat feature they discovered, because with their immortal body they can just switch drivers to relieve mental fatigue and SQH really really wants that- and he reasons since Hua'er is a literal child inside but a Peak Lord outside, Wei-shixiong would assume he could take care of himself and would not be as on the look out for dangers to Hua'er. But he really wants to go on a mission on his own. SQH wants to cry because a PL level mission, even overseeing disciples which is usually a mission left for Hallmasters, is SOO NOT A FIRST TIME MISSION thing. SQH MIGHT let you go if Shen-shixiong comes with because that bastard's paranoid enough to offset Hua'er's cluelessness in addition to another Peak Lord who would balance out Shen-shixiongs's vitriol AS LONG AS the other Peak Lord is not Liu Qingge but what casual mission would need THREE Peak Lords?
Beside him a fan snaps close and Shen Qingqiu tells Yue Qingyuan he's going with Wei-shidi in this mission actually since he needs to get something this or that and Hua'er elbows SQH from the driver's seat to volunteer his help for acquisition, ShangDi has been teaching him about the admin work of An Ding and he could totally help Shen-gege while sightseeing.
At one point Hua'er asks Shen Jiu for something with a pout. While SQH is dying and expecting to be hit and verbally eviscerated, Shen Qingqiu actually acquiesces. SQH spits blood because what do you mean he could've just pouted his way through all those scary interactions?! He didn't remember this being one of his baby villain's weakness?! In fact he's pretty sure this is one of yhe things that pisses him off!!!
(is everything done to spite his god creator who not only had the audacity to CREATE HIM FIRST OF ALL, also revealed his 'backstory' to others? Yes. Shen Jiu is enjoying literally being spiteful against the god of fate as he once fantasized doing when he was young.)
System is still there, who Hua'er is very convinced is the manifestation of ShangDi's regret for how this world ends and is trying very hard to help save his martial geges and jiejies from this mysterious evil demon that will indirectly cause a cascade of betrayals and political plots which kills his martial siblings (explanation is PG rated).)
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Shang Qinghua was nervous about the mirror artifact. It was meant to strip away illusions. Would it reveal he was an imposter? That he had lived a life before?
He kept it wrapped tightly as he took it to the warehouse for storage in the sect. As long as it didn't unwrap-
His luck wasn't that good. He tripped, the cloth snagged, and the mirror was revealed. Shang Qinghua peered into it with a pale face. Airplane peered back, seated before his laptop and looking just as frightened.
He stumbled away and looked down. Good, he still had his cultivator body. He wasn't returned to what he had been. The only mark that anything had happened was a strange black ring of symbols he couldn't read around his wrist. Strange, and something to look into, but he wasn't revealed as not belonging.
He wrapped his wrist and moved on with his day.
Shen Qingqiu was the one to catch a glimpse of what was on his wrist. Shen Qingqiu frowned. He couldn't believe it was what he suspected. He carefully arranged a chance for Shang Qinghua's upper robes to be ruined. Wei Qingwei was there with him. Shang Qinghua babbled and panicked trying to cover himself up again. He was so lucky that Mobei Jun hadn't hit him recently!
Wei Qingwei and Shen Qingqiu shared a disbelieving look. It didn't seem like it could be, but there it was. A shackle of a banished god around their shidi's wrist. How was that possible?
shang qinghua’s system decides to punish him for messing up the plot however with its new feature shang qinghua pushes the punishment later and later.
it is now in the immortal alliance conference that he collapses spasming in pain as his qi runs rampant and he has a qi deviation.
due to the large power of the punishment it affects his cultivation and shang qinghua’s godly powers sorta come back. his eyes glow golden and he attacks everyone.
he’s beating practically every cultivator even yue qingyuan when he steps in.
there’s lightning crackling every time shang qinghua attacks and the devastating losses only end when the system is satisfied with shang qinghua’s punishment.
shang qinghua is on the brink of death due to the deviation however to keep him alive his godly powers work to heal him as his eyes stay open glowing golden as his powers work to fix the devastation.
the cultivation world watches as the dead cultivators who lost after they tried to stop shang qinghua rise again alive and how the decimated area is fixed.
the glowing only ends once everything is fixed and shang qinghua is fully healed albeit still unconscious.
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