I couldn't stop thinking about it. I had to write how Danny comes off as to others. Playlist I actually listened to while describing him forgive me i went too far and what Danny's actual personality is
The summoning ritual was finished, and John braced himself for Klarion's imminent arrival. Bruce could only hope that what the mage had to offer would be considered valuable enough for the chaos demon's assistance.
Instead of the burst of hot air that so often heralded Klarion's arrival, there was a silent rush of cold.
And someone much more intimidating stepped through.
The man's hair was white, his eyes were a pale, glowing, piercing green, and his skin was as pale as the snow that had started to fall. Taller than Superman, quieter than Batman.
He wore a furred mantle that bore no resemblance to any animal Bruce knew of. His hair was braided out of his face, his armor bore shimmering Ancient Nordic designs that were so old, Bruce couldn't find a single rune he knew.
Hovering above the man's head was a crown of solid, glittering ice. It sloped and spiked, and every movement shook snow from it's small peaks. Above that, hovering between reality and a dream, a miniature Aurora Borealis flickered in and out of view.
The crown was less a crown and more a small group of mountains, plucked from Norway and shrunk into something befitting the being in front of them.
Looking upon him forced Bruce to confront his own mortality, because this entity was dripping with lethality. Not the type he was used to, not the kind that could be met with the cold steel of a blade or the sudden, numbing hot-cold pain of a bullet.
The kind of mortality that he feared.
The quiet death in the wilds; alone, hungry, and scared.
Staring at the being that had been summoned, Bruce was struck with the feeling that he was watching a wolf as it observed him. Patient. Cold.
Knowing that no matter what it did, it was going to get a free meal if it only took a day or two to wait.
Bruce was broken from that silent, obtrusive knowledge when the entity looked away from him, eyes searching the battlefield.
Then the being took a silent step forward, ice tendrils branching out from where he stepped, his eyes having entirely fixated on the Mage that had summoned him.
The cultists that had been working for Nergal slowly turned and started standing in line with the Justice League, prepared to defend against...this.
Constantine backed away slowly, swearing under his breath and shaking.
The entity looked towards the cultists, letting out a small, disdainful hum.
As one, the cultists bolted, leaving behind their tools and sacrifices to summon their false god.
The Justice League, far too preoccupied with whatever was in front of them, couldn't do much to stop them.
The being took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, causing a gust of wind cold enough to make Bruce's skin sting.
"Well, this is awkward," the being sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Uh...did you guys need me for something? I was kind of in the middle of hiding from the Observants."
Bruce's brain paused. Rewound.
Oh God this was another Clark; frightening stature, polite, down to earth nature.
"I'm sorry, hiding from the who?" Bruce heart himself ask faintly, as he forced his body to understand that he wasn't in any present danger from the...person in front of him. The man turned his attention from the wheezing magician and back on Bruce.
"Kinda like a council, super annoying, keep trying to make me do paperwork."
"I...see. We were actually trying to reach Klarion, is he unavailable?"
The man sucked in air through his teeth and rested his hands on his hips, scuffing one of his shoes on the ground.
"Oof, yeah; Klarions a little bit in Time Prison right now. Genuinely didn't think anyone wanted to willingly deal with him, or I woulda sent you guys like, a note or something. Want me to just do what you were gonna have him do?"
Constantine stared at Bruce with wide, terrified eyes and shook his head.
"What price would you have? We wanted the cultists captured and their artifacts broken."
Constantine graduated to desperately crossing his arms in an "X". Superman was looking at Bruce like he was insane. Bruce ignored them.
"Uh...my little sister is actually a huge Static Shock fan. Any chance of an autograph?"
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