What is this? A collection of fanfiction and fan art starring the heroes and villains associated with DC Comic's Batman (aka the Batman and his clan of family and friends who strive to protect Gotham City). Who's responsible? This project is a labor of love by writer C.R. Scott. Disclaimer Gotham Public Library is a non-profit fanfiction project and in no way intends to infringe on the copyrights held by DC Comics. All stories and artwork belong to their original creators. Every effort will be made to give each original artist/writer their due, with linkbacks to their blogs and/or galleries.
Series Title: Come Sing a Song with Me
Author: C.R. Scott/AFewNovelIdeas
Genre: Superhero Saga where a bunch of different genres get shoved into a blender and the "frappe" button is mashed?
Rating: Teen
Status: Work in Progress
Starring Characters: Tim Drake, Wanda Maximoff, Batfamily, Justice League, Avengers, secret overarching villain
Summary/Author Notes:
A DCU/MCU crossover saga that started with one question:
"What if Janet Drake were a variant of Wanda Maximoff?"
What started with one question has turned into a multi-part series telling the story of Tim Drake as he navigates a life where he discovers his mother left him with an inheritance that will fundamentally alter the trajectory of two Earths.
Collection
- Prologue: The Witch's Gambit (one-shot) (complete)
- Arc 1: The Azure Knight (1, 2, 3, 4) (in progress)
- Arc 2: Holding the Sky (0 out of 5) (unstarted)
- Arc 3: Infinity Crisis (0 out of 8) (unstarted)
- Arc 4: The Ghost in the Glass House (0 out of 7) (unstarted)
- Arc 5: Home is Where the Hex Is (0 out of ???) (unstarted)
- Arc 6: -redacted due to spoilers-
- Arc 7: -redacted due to spoilers-
Title: The Azure Knight - Chapter 2 - The Ambush (Ao3)
Author: C.R. Scott/AFewNovelIdeas
Rating: T Status: Complete (2 of 4)
Starring Characters: Tim Drake, Ra's Al Ghul, Tam Fox, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)
Summary:
Weeks later, Tim has made his way across the Atlantic and is currently in a hotel in Paris. He's been globe trotting to find evidence of Bruce lost in the time stream and his work has been fruitful. However, his future travel plans are about to be violently derailed.
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> Location: Le Grand Hotel, Paris
> Time: 8:00 pm
Tim Drake sat on the floor of his hotel suite, surrounded by stolen museum schematics and empty espresso cups.
He looked terrible. He knew he looked terrible. The mirror in the hallway told him he looked like a ghost with a caffeine addiction. But he was close. The data from the Louvre matched the "Mordecai" anomaly. Bruce had been here.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Tim froze. He hadn’t ordered room service and he wasn’t expecting visitors. No one back home knew where he was. He checked his perimeter monitors. There was no one else in the hallway outside his door except the figure of a vaguely familiar young woman in her early twenties whose body language screamed exasperation.
"Tim? Open up. The concierge gave me a key, so don't pretend you're not in there."
Tim groaned. He recognized that voice. It wasn't an assassin. It was worse.
He scrambled to shove his data stick with his evidence in his pocket, hide the schematics under the rug, and kicked his Red Robin cape and cowl under the sofa before finally recomposing himself as best he could to unlock the door.
Tam Fox stood there, looking impeccable in a trench coat, holding a folder stamped with the Wayne Enterprises logo. She looked at Tim, at the dark circles beneath his eyes and shaking hands, and sighed.
"You look like hell, Tim," Tam said, walking past him into the room.
"Nice to see you too, Tam," Tim rubbed his face. "Did Lucius send you, or are you just stalking me all the way across the Atlantic for funsies?"
"My dad is worried," Tam said, dropping the folder on the table. "He thinks you're having a mental breakdown. Dick thinks so too. And looking at this place…” She kicked an empty coffee cup. “...I'm inclined to agree."
"I'm searching for something," Tim said defensively, leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"You're searching for ghosts," Tam countered, her voice softening. "Dick told me you and him had a fight about Bruce before you ran off. Tim… he's gone. Running away to Paris isn't going to bring him back. You need to come home."
Tim looked at her. He wanted to tell her. He wanted to show her the "Glitch" in his mind that proved Bruce was alive. He had already collected so much data from a number of different museums from Gotham and abroad proving Bruce was lost in the time stream on the tiny data stick burning a hole in his pocket, but he couldn't share any of it with her. To her, he was just Tim Drake, the CEO's adopted son. He wasn't a vigilante. He was just a sad, rich kid.
"I can't go back," Tim whispered. "Not yet."
Tam opened her mouth to argue, but then paused. “Do you hear that? What is it?”
The sound wasn't a knock. It was the distinct, high-pitched scream of a rocket-propelled grenade cutting through the air.
Tim didn't think. The civilian mask vanished. “Red Robin” took over.
He tackled Tam.
"GET DOWN!"
BOOM!!!
The window exploded. The RPG didn't hit the room; it hit the balcony, turning the glass doors into shrapnel and the curtains into fire. The shockwave lifted them off the floor and slammed them into the far wall.
Dust and smoke filled the suite. The fire alarm shrieked.
Tam was coughing, curled in a ball. Tim was over her instantly, checking for blood and injuries. She was terrified, shaking, but whole.
"What…” Tam choked out, her ears ringing. "What was that?!"
Tim looked at the hole in the wall. Through the smoke, he saw three figures rappelling down from the roof, swinging into the ruined room.
He recognized them from the League database. The Z, Owens, and Prudence.
Tim scrambled to his feet, grabbing a heavy brass lamp from the debris. He shifted his stance, ready to fight.
"Stay behind me!" Tim barked.
But he was too slow and still disoriented by the blast.
Z didn't attack Tim. He moved like a shadow, bypassing Tim entirely and grabbing Tam by the hair. He yanked her up, jamming a jagged combat knife against her throat.
Tam screamed, freezing as the cold steel bit into her skin.
"Drop it, Detective," Prudence said, stepping through the smoke with her submachine gun raised. She wasn't aiming at Tim. She was aiming at Tam's kneecaps.
Tim froze. The lamp shook slightly in his hand.
Then, the sickness hit him.
A violent, painful cold shiver ripped through his spine and raced through his limbs. The air around him didn't just feel still; it felt heavy.
His heart hammered against his ribs, but the rhythm felt wrong. It felt unnatural again.
‘Panic attack,’ Tim thought, his vision blurring with blue static. ‘Adrenaline dump. Focus, Tim. Focus.’
"Let her go," Tim snarled, fighting the urge to vomit from the sudden cold. "She's a civilian. This is between us."
"Correction," Prudence smirked, kicking a piece of burning curtain aside. "This is a recruitment drive. And Ra's knows how slippery you are."
Z tightened his grip. Tam whimpered, her eyes wide with terror fixed on Tim.
"We aren't taking chances," Prudence continued. "The girl comes with us. She’s your insurance policy."
"If you behave," Owens rasped from the balcony, his sniper rifle trained on Tim’s heart, "she lives. If you try to run? If you try to fight? If you try any of those clever Bat-tricks?"
Z pressed the knife harder. A single drop of blood welled up on Tam’s neck.
"She bleeds out before you hit the floor."
Tim’s knuckles turned white on the lamp. The pressure in his chest was agonizing. The seal his mother had placed there years ago was vibrating again, a high-pitched whine that only he could hear.
He looked at Tam. He saw the absolute fear in her eyes.
He didn't know why, but the air in the room suddenly felt frigid, despite the fires burning on the carpet.
He slowly unclenched his hand. The lamp fell to the floor with a dull thud. Unseen by everyone in the room, frost was jostled off the lamp where Tim’s hand had been gripping it, quickly melting away from the heat of the flames nearby.
"Okay," Tim whispered, raising his hands. "Okay. You win."
"Smart boy," Prudence grinned. She tossed a pair of heavy, high-tech cuffs at his feet. "Put them on. And remember… we're watching her."
Tim picked up the cuffs. His hands were shaking violently… from rage, he told himself. Just rage.
As the metal clicked around his wrists, locking his hands, he looked at Prudence with eyes that were cold enough to burn.
"If you hurt her," Tim said, his voice flat and terrifying, "Ra's won't be able to save you."
"Tough talk," Prudence scoffed, shoving him toward the window.
She glanced down at Tim’s bound hands. For a split second, she frowned. A thin, fractal pattern of frost had bloomed across the black metal of the cuffs, originating from where they touched Tim's skin.
She looked at Tim through her thermal HUD. Target Body Temp: dropping rapidly.
"Let's go," Prudence said, her voice tighter than before. "The Demon's Head is waiting.”
Title: The Azure Knight - Chapter 1 - The Glitch (Ao3)
Author: C.R. Scott/AFewNovelIdeas
Rating: T
Status: Complete (1 of 4)
Starring Characters: Tim Drake, Ra's Al Ghul, Tam Fox, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)
Summary:
The seal Janet Drake placed upon her son to lock away his magic has been under an immense amount of strain. Every loss the teenage vigilante has endured over the past several years has added new cracks and weak points to the seal since he was thirteen. Now, at age seventeen, just weeks after Bruce Wayne's apparent "death" at Darkseid's Omega Beams, Janet's seal is starting to leak and catastrophic failure is only a matter of time.
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> Location: The Cradle
> Time: Present
Ra's al Ghul did not sit. He stood before a wall of monitors, his hands clasped behind his back, watching a grainy, hacked security feed from the Gotham Museum of Antiquities.
On the screen, Red Robin was a ghost in the dark, moving through the colonial exhibit.
"The payment has cleared, My Lord," Ubu announced, looking at a tablet with wide eyes. "The funds are... unprecedented. It is enough to fund the League’s operations for a decade."
Ra's didn't look at the financial report. He kept his eyes on the boy.
"That is exactly why we are pausing, Ubu," Ra's said softly.
He walked over to the side table where the digital tablet sat. It displayed a simple contract: TARGET: TIMOTHY DRAKE. REWARD: [REDACTED].
"The Client is not a fool," Ra's mused, tapping the slate. "He knows who this boy is. He knows he is the Detective's son. He knows he wears the mantle of the Robin."
Ra's turned back to the screen, watching Tim scan the room.
"But a Robin is merely a soldier. A sidekick. One does not offer a kingdom's ransom for the death of a pawn."
Ra's narrowed his eyes.
"If the Client is willing to pay this much to remove him from the board... it is because the boy is not a pawn. He is a King in disguise. And I intend to find out why."
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> Location: Wayne Manor, The West Wing Gallery
> Time: Two Weeks Ago
The Manor was a tomb.
It wasn't just the silence. It was the dust sheets covering the furniture. It was the way the shadows stretched too long in the hallway. Without Bruce, the house wasn't a home; it was a mausoleum.
Tim Drake stood alone in the West Wing, a half-drunk cup of cold coffee in his hand. He hadn't slept in thirty hours.
He was staring at the portrait of Mordecai Wayne.
"You're pathetic, Tim," he whispered to the empty air. "He's gone. Darkseid killed him. You saw the body. You buried him."
Logic. That was Tim’s superpower. He was a Detective. He looked at facts, and the cold, hard, completely unforgiving facts said Bruce Wayne was dead.
But then, the cold sensation in his chest said the facts were wrong?
It started as a hum, a low, resonant vibration against his ribs, right where his mother’s seal was hidden. However, it wasn't pain, it was pressure. It felt like his heart was trying to solve a math problem that was too big for his body and going into palpitations.
Tim curled in on himself against the discomfort with a wince. Was he having a heart attack?!
Then he blinked, and the world tilted.
The air in the hallway dropped forty degrees in a split second. The coffee in his cup froze solid, cracking the ceramic mug with a loud POP.
Tim didn't drop it. He couldn't move. He was locked in a moment of absolute, terrifying clarity.
He stared at the painting of the 17th-century Puritan.
[Glitch]
The canvas didn't just ripple; it seemed like it re-rendered. The oil paint dissolved into streams of cascading blue data. The brushstrokes straightened into grid lines. The chaotic reality of the room was being overwritten by a higher form of Order.
[ANOMALY DETECTED]
The words weren't on the wall. They were in his mind!
Cold, hard, and undeniable.
[TEMPORAL DISPLACEMENT SIGNATURE: MATCH 99.9%]
[SUBJECT: B. WAYNE]
[STATUS: OUT OF SEQUENCE]
Tim gasped, clutching his chest. The logical part of his brain was screaming that he was having a psychotic break. ‘This is grief,’ his brain shouted. ‘This is a hallucination. You need a doctor.’
But the Order was louder.
The magic he still didn’t know existed within him surged from a crack in his mother’s seal, flooding his synapses with ice-cold certainty. It bypassed his fear and doubt relentlessly until it finally rewrote his common sense.
Until the "impossible" became the "variable."
The painting flickered. For one second, Mordecai Wayne wasn't a Puritan ancestor. He was Bruce, trapped in the wrong century, leaving a fingerprint on history that only a Nexus Being could see.
"He's alive," Tim whispered. The words weren't a question anymore. They were a statement of fact.
The frost spread from his feet, coating the floorboards in a thin layer of diamond-hard ice.
"He's not dead," Tim said louder, his voice trembling not with fear, but with the adrenaline of a breakthrough. "He's lost."
The logic of the magic slotted into place. The body they buried was a clone. The Omega Beams didn't kill; they displaced. The "Mordecai" portrait was a distress signal.
It sounded insane. To Dick, to Alfred, to the Justice League… It would sound like denial.
But Tim felt the math in his bones. He felt the equation balancing.
SNAP!
The pressure vanished. The ice on the floor sublimated into mist. The coffee in his cup was liquid again, leaking onto the rug from the crack. The painting was just a painting. His heart settled back into its normal rhythm.
But the certainty remained.
Tim set the broken mug down on a side table. His hands were steady now. The exhaustion was gone, replaced by the cold, burning focus of a bloodhound who had just found the trail.
He pulled out his phone. He didn't call Alfred. He didn't call Dick. They wouldn't understand the Order. They couldn't see the code.
He opened a new case file.
CASE NAME: The Return.
STATUS: Active.
"I hear you, Bruce," Tim whispered to the painting. "Hang on. I'm coming to get you."
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> Location: The Cradle
> Time: Present Day
On the monitor, Ra's al Ghul saw the tremor. He saw the boy nearly collapse as he approached the glass case that was holding some sort of bat-shaped carving.
But most importantly, the thermal sensors flared blue the moment Tim touched the case.
"The glass," Ubu gasped, pointing at the telemetry. "My Lord... the temperature dropped to absolute zero for three seconds. He froze the air with a touch."
Ra's al Ghul smiled. It was a terrifying, satisfied expression.
"So that is the secret," Ra's whispered.
He picked up the digital tablet. He looked at the astronomical sum of money that had been offered in the contract.
"The Client tried to buy my ignorance with gold," Ra's said, his voice dripping with disdain. "He tried to pay me to destroy a diamond because he was afraid of its edge."
Ra's dropped the tablet into the brazier. He watched the contract glitch into nonexistence as the electronic device melted onto the glowing coals with hisses and sparks.
"We do not work for cowards, Ubu. And we don’t throw away power."
Then Ra's looked back at the screen, where Tim was fleeing the museum.
"Bring the young Detective to the Cradle. If he was worth that much dead, imagine what he is worth to the League of Assassins alive.”
Everyone who knows of Tim Drake knows how his mother died. She died by drinking poison at the hands of the Obeah Man.
But...
Why did she drink the poison?
(A/N: This series is already on-going series on Ao3 I've been working on this month, but I have decided to also share it chapter by chapter here on Tumblr. I'll be spending the next few days posting multiple chapters so that I can try to get caught up to where the story is now.
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> Location: Haiti> Time: 3 years in the past
The rain didn't just fall; it felt like it was trying to suffocate the very air around her.
It hammered against the ruins of the excavation site, turning the trench into a river of mud and jagged stone. Thunder rattled the bones of the earth, shaking the floodlights until they flickered and died, plunging the dig into darkness.
Janet Drake didn't flinch. She didn't scream. She simply calculated the angles.
She was pressed against a crumbling limestone wall, her breathing shallow, her blouse ruined by mud and blood. Her side burned where the shrapnel had caught her. But the pain in her ribs wasn't what terrified her.
It was the ice.
Deep inside her chest, beneath the skin, beneath the bone, deep within the core of her soul, something ancient and terrifying was waking up. It felt like a glacier cracking; a scream frozen in liquid nitrogen about to be released.
‘Stay down’, Janet thought, forcing her will against the pressure in her chest. ‘Do not let it out. If you let it out, they will find him.’
"You are hard to kill, Mrs. Drake."
The voice slithered through the rain.
The Obeah Man stepped over the debris of the camp. He wasn't looking at the unconscious body of Jack Drake, who lay slumped over a crate of artifacts twenty feet away. He was looking only at her.
Janet tightened her grip on the shard of pottery she’d grabbed as a weapon hard enough to cut into her palm. Her blood dripped into the mud by her feet. It was pathetic. It was human. It was exactly what she needed to be.
"My husband has money," Janet lied, her voice trembling with a carefully manufactured fear. "Whatever you want, he can pay double. Just let us go."
The Obeah Man laughed. It wasn't a sound of amusement; it was the like the sound of dry leaves skittering on the pavement.
"Money?"
He stopped ten feet away. The lightning flashed, illuminating his gaunt face, painted with white ash. But then Janet’s eyes locked onto his hands.
He wasn't holding a knife. He wasn't holding a voodoo doll or a talisman.
He was holding a device.
It was a thick, rectangular tablet that looked impossibly wrong for the year 2017. It was cased in polished wood and brass, resembling an antique cigarette case or perhaps a radio from the 1970s? But flipped open, it revealed a glowing digital screen that hummed with a harsh, bureaucratic orange light.
It looked like the love child of a vintage relic and a supercomputer.
"The spirits didn't tell me where to find you, Mrs. Drake," the Obeah Man said, his thumb sliding over the analog buttons on the device’s face. "I had a whisper from the stars. A Benefactor who tends the garden of time."
Janet’s blood ran cold as the blue ice in her chest surged, reacting to the device. She could feel the wrongness of it. It was an aberration. A piece of a timeline that shouldn't exist bleeding into the present.
"Who are you?" Janet whispered, dropping the act. The tremble in her voice was gone.
"A harvester," he smiled, his teeth yellow in the gloom. He looked down at the orange screen.
"The Benefactor told me you were a weed," the Obeah Man read from the screen. "He told me you tried to paint over the red with blue. He told me you tried to smother the fire under the ice."
He took a step closer.
"He told me you changed your aura. You even changed your name."
Janet’s heart hammered against the seal she had placed on her own soul fourteen years ago.
She remembered:
The League of Assassins as they murdered her family to steal her from them.
The Demon's Head’s greedy gaze as she began to blossom into womanhood.
The calculated generosity of a young dark haired, green-eyed woman who opened her cell door and told her to RUN!
She remembered the day she compressed the burning red flames of Chaos so tight it turned into perfect ice Blue Order, just to survive.
She couldn't unleash it now. If she used the magic, that orange screen would light up. It would track the energy signature right back to Gotham. Right back to the thirteen-year-old boy currently sleeping in Wayne Manor while his parents were away.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her hand drifting to her pocket.
Not for a weapon.
For the exit.
The Obeah Man sighed, disappointed. He tapped the screen again.
"A weed by any other name is still a weed," he murmured.
He looked up, his eyes gleaming with a greedy hunger. He dropped the pretense.
"My Benefactor told me to prune the branch, Wanda."
The name hit her harder than a physical blow.
The sound of the rain seemed to vanish. The world tilted on its axis. For fourteen years, she had been Janet Drake. She had buried Wanda Maximoff in a grave so deep she thought even the devil couldn't find her.
But the man with the brass machine had found her.
The Obeah Man saw the recognition in her eyes. He grinned.
"He calls it pruning," the sorcerer said, gesturing to the sky. "He pays well for the removal of pests. But I call it harvesting. Can't let all that power go to waste, after all."
He raised his hand. Dark, purple energy began to coil around his finger; greedy, parasitic magic meant to drain a victim dry.
"Unlock the Chaos," he threatened, his voice dropping to a hiss. "Give me the Harvest!"
Janet stared at him. She calculated the distance. She calculated the odds. If she fought, she exposed Tim. If she died before that sickly purple energy touched her, the magic would seek the nearest compatible host… her son.
‘There is no winning’, the Blue Order whispered in her mind. ‘There is only mitigation.’
"If you don't…" the Obeah Man warned, tilting the anachronistic glowing device toward the north. Toward Gotham.
"If you don't give me what I want… I will use this to find your spawn. And I will prune him until not even the memory of Timothy Drake remains."
‘Tim!’
The grief tore through her, hot and red, threatening to melt the ice. He knew! He knew everything!
Janet’s face hardened. The fear evaporated, replaced by the cold, crystalline resolve of a mother who had run out of options.
"You can tell your Benefactor something for me," Janet said softly.
She pulled the small vial from her pocket. It wasn't magic. It was cyanide.
Quick. Brutal.
Human.
The Obeah Man’s eyes went wide. He realized, too late, what she was doing.
"No!" he shouted, lunging forward.
Janet smiled. It was a terrifying expression, sharp, jagged, and full of blue ice.
"Tell him the lineage ends with me."
She drank it.
The poison hit her system instantly, seizing her heart. But as Janet Drake fell to the mud, she didn't feel pain. She felt her seal breaking.
She felt the Red Chaos she had repressed for decades rushing up as the Blue Order. She felt the power screaming, looking for an outlet, looking for the closest compatible vessel to claim their inheritance… her bloodline.
As the dark edges of her vision closed in, a melody surfaced from the static of her dying mind. It was the lullaby she had sung on the night she sealed the well of magic within her newborn son, weaving the spell through the notes.
‘Come, sing a song with me,’ she thought, her mind drifting back to the nursery. ‘That I might know your mind.’
She saw Tim’s face. She saw the ice protecting him.
‘And I’ll bring you hope when hope is hard to find.’
The cold was overtaking her now, but it wasn't frightening anymore. It was a promise.
‘And I’ll bring a song of love... and a rose in the wintertime.’
‘I’m sorry, Tim’, she thought, her vision fading to white. ‘I gave you the winter. I hope you find the rose.’
Imagine if the DCU was merged with the CLAMP manga/anime world of Angelic Layer, and the vigilante/rogue alter egos were "angels" used by the civilian versions of everyone to complete in competitions.
Plot Bunny Adoption Corner #8 - Prodigal Prince of Hell (Hazbin Hotel Fusion)
Fusion AU with Hazbin Hotel where Tim's real father is not Jack Drake, but Lucifer Morningstar. However, his mother isn't Lilith, but Eve instead, making Charlie his half-sister. When he was born, Tim took after his mother more than his father, so physically he resembles a human now than he does Lucifer. The exception is that he was born with two little wings similar to his father's and his skin time is fairly pale, though not ghostly white like Charlie's. While Lilith was officially Lucifer's queen and co-ruler of Hell, Eve was consort to both of them.
Tim grew up in the Pride Ring with his parents and as Charlie's baby brother. He mostly had a sheltered life... Until one Extermination Day...
Something went horribly wrong and Tim, who was just a small child, got lured out of the palace by a demon, overlord, or maybe even an angel who was looking to hurt/weaken the royal family. Lucifer, Eve, and Lilith only barely managed to save Tim from an Exterminator, but not before the boy's wings had been cut off.
After Extermination Day was over, the damage had been done. Tim was badly traumatized. Eve was furious that Lucifer was unable to protect their son. Lilith also didn't trust Lucifer to be able to protect Charlie, who didn't know what happened to her brother and the adults wouldn't tell her. Lucifer loved both his children and wives, but he was traumatized himself and couldn't refute that he failed to protect his family.
While Lilith had to remain in Pentagram City as Queen, she separated from Lucifer. Eve had no such ties to the city or Hell so she chose to leave Hell entirely with Tim to raise him in the human world. She bargained with Asmodeus for an Asmodean Crystal and portaled away.
Eve takes on the identity of Janet Drake and raises Tim on Earth (as a single mother? Jack Drake is maybe just a fictional husband that only exists on paper and in stories Eve mirrors off of Adam as an awful arrogant abusive bastard?). Eventually Lilith makes a deal with Adam to protect Charlie from the Extermination in Hell. Lucifer sinks into deep depression, only able to watch over his beloved children and wives from a distance and by sending gifts and hellborn beings to help them.
Similar to how Charlie has Razzle, Dazzle, and Keekee, Lucifer sent Eve a female hellhound to act as bodyguard for Eve and Tim. The hellhound took on a human disguise of an older woman in her late 50s/early 60s and called herself Harriet Macilvane. She posed as the family housekeeper.
This is all I have so far as a concept. Feel free to take this plot bunny and run with it if you feel inspired.
Plot Bunny Adoption Corner #7 - Klarion-instigated Enemies to Family
Klarion has been wanting to payback Tim for helping him save Teekl or something recently, but Tim's so hard to "pay back". But then he learns that Tim wishes the Waynes had always been his family while he was growing up... Or that he and Jason could've grown up together and been an actual family instead of Jason hating him...
So Klarion manipulates Jason into crossing paths with Tim. Things are tense between the boys but then Klarion then casts a de-aging spell on Tim turning him into an infant.
Jason is flabbergasted! Why did Klarion do this?!
"Timothy wanted to be closer to you. He wanted you two to be family. So I decided to make his wish come true. You can be his father now! Isn't that great?!"
In this fusion AU, the role of Kagome is replaced with Tim Drake. In this universe, he is the reincarnation of the priestess Kikyo, who had died in the distant past in Japan and attempted to take the mystical cursed Shikon no Tama with her to the afterlife to keep it out of the hands of men and yokai alike.
She didn't account for reincarnation tho.
Tim had no idea of his past life or the Shikon Jewel hiding inside his body. Not until he was midway through BruceQuest and got ambushed in the desert by the Widower. When the Council of Spiders assassin stabbed Tim with his blade, instead of rupturing his spleen, he inadvertently freed a strange glowing marble of a jewel that had been hidden in Tim's abdomen. As he was bleeding out, Tim could only stare in horror and wonder at the gem, confused as to what the hell that was and why was it inside him? Widower immediately saw the jewel and was drawn to it. Over Tim's protests, the assassin picked it up and seemed to get a rush of power from it. He claimed it for himself as he left his victims bleeding out in the sand.
Things progress as they do in canon, until the Spider's attack on The Cradle. A much faster and stronger Widower is there. While the rest of his team didn't know about the gem, Tim could mysteriously still "see" where Widower was hiding it. He managed to just barely cut through the pocket the Widower had stashed it in.
When the gem fell and bounced to the floor, all eyes, especially those of the metahumans there, turned to it. It was like the gem was calling to it. Tim also noticed that the gem's color was darker than before?
Before Tim could get a hold of the gem, the Spiders scrambled for it, even fighting amongst themselves. The metahuman Wanderer got a hold of it and the Shikon Jewel flared to life and gave her even greater power. Right before their eyes, it transformed her into a demonic version of herself, changing the color of her skin, giving her multiple arms and eyes, and granting her the power to shoot out webs that could drain the life from people as an extension of her original meta powers.
Everyone is shocked and horrified to see the change in her, none more than Tim though, as he watches the woman go mad with her newfound power and start turning it against everyone, even her own allies!
Desperate times called for desperate measures. Calling on all his mentors' teachings, Tim uses his weapons and skills to force Wanderer to drop the gem. He quickly snatched it up, grabs Tam Fox, and initiates the self destruct sequence he programmed into the LOA computer systems.
After escaping from the Cradle, both Tim and Tam stare at the gem with confusion and suspicion. For some reason, it now seemed "docile" in Tim's hands.
Meanwhile, Ra's al Ghul had watched everything from video feed from his own secret base, eyes lit up with delight and hunger. He recognized the Shikon no Tama, and he would do anything to possess it himself!
Bruce "dies" during the Final Crisis, and everything is the same as canon up until the moments after Tim discovers Dick has given the Robin mantle to Damian behind his back.
Just as before, Tim is devastated and angry at the betrayal. However, instead of lashing out and destroying the room that would eventually inspire him that Bruce is alive and sends him on BruceQuest, Tim leaves the manor and seeks out Selina Kyle.
When he gets to Selina's place, though, he discovers she's dealing with her own spiral of grief and anxiety. Earlier that same day, Selina discovered that she's pregnant with Bruce's child. Because it's Bruce's, Selina wants to keep the baby, but the idea of raising their baby alone is devastating to her.
In this moment, Tim offers to stay with Selina and help her with the baby. At first Selina is resistant because she doesn't want to take Tim from his family and responsibilities as Robin. But then he reveals to her that he's no longer Robin. That Dick chose Damian over him and he doesn't have a place among the Waynes anymore.
Selina can see how much Tim is hurting from this too. They're both loved ones of Bruce's who appear to have no place within the new Wayne family status quo. So she agrees to let him stay with her and they'll take care of each other.
They end up leaving Gotham City together. Selina doesn't want to risk having a baby in that god-forsaken city, and Tim wants to put as much distance as he can between himself and the Waynes. They end up moving to either London or Paris.
Dick is devastated at Tim running away, but he's spread so thin being Batman and keeping Damian in check that he can't spare any time to look for his wayward brother. It falls on Barbara to locate Tim.
It takes several months, but eventually she does... and she's shocked to discover that (1) he's with Selina and (2) Selina's pregnant with Bruce's new daughter. Tim reveals his side of how he lost Robin (Dick was a little light on important details of why Damian was Robin now). He also stresses to Babs that he wants to stay with Selina. He's got a responsibility to protect his new baby sister when she's finally born. Babs understands and agrees to help shield him and Selina from the prying eyes of the Waynes back in Gotham. She also promises to get a hold of Cass for him. Tim misses his big sister, but isn't sure how to find her on his own.
(Babs may also be feeling salty towards Dick and Damian on how Tim really lost the Robin mantle.)
What Babs doesn't know, though, is that even during her pregnancy, Selina's been teaching Tim all she knows about being a stealthy cat-burgler. Part of it is because it helps her pass the time as the baby grows inside her. Her pregnancy is taking a lot out of her. The other part is because Tim wants to learn so he can help Selina too. He won't just steal from anyone, but he finds himself ok with stealing from confirmed corrupt rich assholes and then sharing the ill-gotten wealth with those less fortunate in need.
In this AU, instead of becoming Red Robin, Tim becomes Stray. Instead of being a vigilante, he's more like a Robin Hood figure where he steals from the wealthy corrupt and gives back to the poor and less fortunate.
As Stray, Tim begins to shake off some of the grief and weight-of-the-world burden from his shoulders. Free of Gotham and the Waynes, and supported by Selina, Tim begins a journey of self-discovery to learn who he really is/who he wants to be/what his priorities in life are.
One of his biggest priorities: protecting his baby sister Helena once she's born as well as his new mom Selena.
Something happens and Tim "dies" on Batman and Red Hood's watch. Bruce is desperate and takes Tim to what he thinks is a Lazarus Pit, but is actually a Fountain of Youth. He starts to feel uneasy when Tim is taking too long to resurface.
Then Jason notices that Tim's "body" is shrinking! So he dives in to rescue Tim!
A few hours later Bruce returns home and addresses Alfred sheepishly. "Dad-- um... Alfred... I think I need your help."
Alfred is immediately suspicious. "Bruce Thomas Wayne! What did you do?!"
Then from behind Bruce's cape a ten year old Jason peeks out holding a three-month old Tim.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Nightwing (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Relationships: Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne/Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne/Slade Wilson
Characters: Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Ra’s al Ghul, Slade Wilson, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Court of Owls (DCU), League of Assassins Members (DCU), Clark Kent, Lex Luthor, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Tam Fox, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Complicated Relationships, Family Dynamics, everything that happens in this entire thing is super fuckin complicated okay, Underage Rape/Non-con, Canon-Typical Violence, Lazarus Pit (DCU), plus some fun worldbuilding about that dumb thing that i swear is gonna get really cool, you just have to wade through the sads and feels first, and I’m not sorry about that, Magic, Assassins & Hitmen, Polyamory, Consort Dick Grayson, Mental Health Issues, Jason Todd Has BPD | Borderline Personality Disorder, Substance Abuse, Past Drug Addiction, everybody involved needs a lot of therapy, but only some of them get it, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent
Summary:
It was like this between them, had been since day one. The easy camaraderie they had was years in the making, and possibly the only reason Jason had yet to summarily execute his older brother. It made the hard days easier and the hard nights faster, the unspoken knowledge they had, the promise that they were together in it all. It was all over the signatures on the lease and the scars on Jason’s arms, the ammunition in the bedroom and the food in the kitchen. This was life, lived together. Survival, if only for bragging rights.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Young Justice (Comics), Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark
Characters: Kyubey (PMMM), Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Madoka Magica Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover, Meta, Metafiction, Kyubey is Awful, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Conner Kent is not okay, Bart Allen is Not Okay, Cassie Sandsmark is Not Okay
Summary:
Inspired by the original Tumblr post created by Marundy-Robot that sparked the existence of this AU, here we have a description of Kyubey’s history with the Core Four Young Justice team of Tim Drake, Cassie Sandsmark, Conner Kent, and Bart Allen.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: DCU (Comics), Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kyubey & The DC Universe
Characters: Kyubey (PMMM)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Madoka Magica Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Metafiction, Kyubey is Awful
Summary:
Notes on how the existence of the Incubator known as Kyubey (From Puella Magi Madoka Magica) is woven into the DC Universe of this crossover/fusion AU.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica, DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Young Justice (Comics), Robin (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bart Allen & Tim Drake & Kon-El | Conner Kent & Cassie Sandsmark
Characters: Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Bart Allen, Kyubey (PMMM), Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Ra’s al Ghul
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Madoka Magica Fusion, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Kyubey is Awful, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Meta, Metafiction
Summary:
Post-Kyubey, Tim Drake has had a very challenging time dealing with being a Magicka Knight and being Robin.
Ok. The initial sketches of the Core 4 post-betrayal in the Kyubey Cursed AU are created.
Descriptions of the four and their mindsets are beneath the cut:
Tim
Post betrayal, Tim moves his soul gem from where the R is on his Robin uniform to his waist. He feels like he failed at being a real Robin because he thinks he was tricked so easily by Kyubey, and he feels guilty that his friends were hurt by Kyubey as well because of him.
His lance now transforms into a chain whip to allow more long range attacks and the ability to grapple in combat.
Cassie
Her soul gem has moved to the center of her upper chest (star). Since she now knows her soul is in her gem, she wants it near her heart. She frequently touches it there during lulls in battle.
She's also swapped her lasso with a sword and shield. She wants to protect the friends she has left and cut down Witches as quickly as possible to be as merciful as possible. Most witches, after all, were Magika Knights just like them.
Conner
His soul gem is now part of his headband and always partially hidden by his hair. Also, when he learned his wish to become half-human meant he recieved his human DNA from Lex Luthor, it really messed with his head. He feels "torn in half" so his uniform is no longer symmetrical.
His gauntlets are upgraded so he can wrap his TTK around his hands to form claws.
After everything Kyubey did to him, he feels more like a monster than human or clone.
Bart
Finally there's Bart for the Madoka AU post betrayal. His soul gem had turned into the twin lightning bolts on his collar, and his weapons are similar to his lightning wand from before. However, there are two of them now and they are more like long needles he can use to stab/slash enemies in addition to directing lighting.
In my head, he is actually the one whose frame of mind and outlook on life is not in too bad a place once the truth is revealed.
I think he had suspicions about Kyubey's intentions and soul gems from the start, so learning the truth wasn't as earth shattering for him as the others.
Post-betrayal, he's the one who helps hold the team together and helps keep their spirits up when the others initially want to fall into despair.
He's also the one who proposes killing Kyubey on sight and not giving them any of their collected Grief Seeds.
Bart is the heart of the Core4 at this point. The rest regain their hope because of him.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Magia Record: Puella Magi Madoka Magica Side Story, DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics), Young Justice (Comics), Robin (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Teen Titans (Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Kyubey (PMMM), Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selina Kyle
Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric, Tim Drake is Robin, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Gets a Hug, Alternate Universe - Madoka Magica Fusion, Soul Gems (Madoka Magica), Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Magical Boys, Origin Story, No Beta We Die Like Mami, Don’t Have to Know Madoka Magica Canon, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent
Series: Part 1 of Eques Magi: Originem - Magicka Knights: Origin
Summary:
“The Labyrinths of Gotham City are so tightly concentrated, no human born here can escape the influence of at least one or two Witches, if not more. Despite the aura of despair and the constant work of the Witches’ various Familiars, there are still those souls who persist in clinging to hope and will do whatever they can to try and make this city a better place, even though all their efforts will ultimately fail in the end.
"It’s the perfect environment to find a new Magicka Knight.”
Authors note: I wrote this awhile ago, but never shared it at the Library, so here it is. I really would like to pick up this AU again one day. It's got a lot of potential.
