TimKon, Injustice AU, Prisoner of War, Captive Tim, Clone Kon-El, Angst, Hurt Tim, Manhandling, Rough Treatment.
Summary: Tim didn’t know what was in store for him when he got captured by the enemy. He was prepared for something painful or perhaps even death, however he hadn’t been prepared for the enemy’s mysterious clone to take a particular interest in him. Perhaps death would be a better option than being a plaything of the enemy.
A/N: This is a canon divergence AU of the Injustice Universe. For those of you who don’t know, the Injustice Universe is the one when the Joker tricked Superman into killing Lois and their unborn son.
Enjoy! :D
Knowing it’s futile, although he does it anyway, Tim tries to dig his heels into the ground to stop himself from getting dragged any further. All that happens is his feet scraping along the ground uselessly without any purchase. Above him his hands are caught in an unrelenting grip that threatens to break his wrists, he’s tried tugging his hands free but he’s no match for the strength that has him bound.
As he’s being dragged along the floor like a sack of potatoes Tim’s mind is reeling with all kinds of scenarios that could happen to him now. He tried to escape and ultimately ended up getting caught. He’d be lucky if he wasn’t killed on the spot once they reached their destination, then again maybe death would be the merciful route, the other option is he’ll be tortured to an inch of his life and then more.
Steph: Too late! *barges into the dorm room* So this is Duke's dorm room. I thought it would be smaller for some reason.
Tim: Looks like he hasn't unpacked yet. What's with the glowing green cat plushie on the couch?
Damian: Tsk, why am I here?
Dick: We're here to be supportive and wish Duke a good first day at collage!
Tim: And why is Jason here.
Jason: *flips him off*
Dick: To wish Duke a good first day! And I gave him two hundred dollars.
Steph: Aren't you crime rich?
Jason: I just like taking money from Dickie.
Danny: *walks out of the bathroom with damp hair, and a towel around his waist, pausing and blinking at the civilian bat kids who are randomly in his dorm room* Um...
Steph: Hello nurse~
Cass: *huffs in amusement before putting her hands over Steph's eyes and looking away*
Jason: *whistles but respectfully looks away*
Damian: *brows furrowing in confusion at his siblings reactions, but looks away all the same.
Tim: Who who who- what are you- I mean-
Dick: *covers Tim's eyes so he can reboot* Oh my, um, what are you doing here? Who are you?
Danny: My name is Danny, I am rooming here for the semester.
Dick: But-But this was-
Danny: If you're looking for Duke Thomas, he's one room over. Room 209, this is 208.
Dick: Oh my god we're so sorry! We thought- I swear we thought this was his dorm!
Danny, chuckling: Yeah I kind if figured.
Dick: We'll just leave- again I am so sorry- come on out out out!
Jason and Steph, theatrically: Boo~
Dick: Again I am so sorry! This won't happen again!
Danny: No worries, though when we do meet again I hopes its when I have more clothes on.
Tim: I don't.
Dick: Timothy!*shoves the last of his siblings out the door before shutting the door as fast as he can*
Danny: *bursts out laughing until something brushes against his leg* Hey Cleo, good nap? Let me get dressed then we'll go to the realms for some dinner, yeah?
Cleo, the ghost cat: *purrs as Danny pets her*Murrow~
Danny: Yeah, you're right, this dimension looks like its going to be really interesting.
A Tuxedo Oriental Shorthair in life, this pretty kitty now lives a pampered life with Danny, jumping between realms with ease. Unlike the canine she sometimes tolerates, she can't size shift, but she can shapeshift, and take the form of any of her feline family members, from house cats of different breeds, to the form of Rusty-Spotted cat, and to the form of a Tiger, she can shift to them all at will.
Sorry the art is trash but I wanted to draw what she looked like in my head.
Wraith and Specter were mortal enemies with the same powers. Perhaps the same species. But with very different aspects.
The Justice League knew very well that their newest member of the YJ was part of a species that was known to earth as "Ghosts". Denizens of another dimension that essentially posed as the interdimensional afterlife. Where should manifested into something else, born of ectoplasm and such.
Specter had a hybridisation of ghost constitution. Being half human and all. However, unlike most ghosts, her special powers typically made her as fast as speedsters. Her speed, accompanied by her ghostly abilities, made her scarier than most speedsters.
Then there was what was considered to be her arch nemesis.
Wraith was what one called an independent criminal. He wasn't affiliated with anyone. Occasionally worked with some rogues but that was only to his own benefit. Batman and Cyborg had identified his goals (or what they could consider to be his goals). The destruction of an entire government organisation along with something else. Perhaps slaughter.
Specter had been familiar with such a villain.
"He's... Not so bad. Not really. His heart is in the right place but his execution of it is cruel." Specter said, "Some ghosts have been experimented on before and Wraith almost became one of them... None of us ghosts like the G.I.W. but Wraith is determined to slaughter not only them but their associates too."
"Meaning?"
"If you have a connection to the G.I.W. then you won't be spared from his wrath... The last time he tracked down one of their scientists, he killed the man's wife and mother."
Batman grimaced, looking at the glitches out picture of Wraith. He could compare the man to be around Jason's height—or taller. Specter had reported that Wraith was a fair bit older than her.
While Specter was a ghost that was best with speed, Wraith was destructive power. Strength in it's most dangerous form. He was capable of leveling mountains and summoning fireballs bigger than the daily planet sculpture.
The last time they fought Wraith without Specter, Superman and Wonderwoman were immediately shot down. Hell, even Batman was struggling after the bastard decided to play dirty. Batman quickly decided Wraith was an enemy after the ghost targeted Red Robin—as if knowing Bruce would immediately falter when one of his children were in immediate danger.
But there were times when some of them couldn't help but not blame Wraith. Not when they had failed to save ghosts who were being tortured and vivisected. Not when it was Wraith who frees them all.
(Bruce knows damn well that Jason seemed to be more inclined to Wraith than any of them.
"He's protecting his people, old man." Jason had once said.)
It's another crisis. Another fight. Lex Luther has apparently joined hands with the GIW. And broadcasting live was a ghost missing their limbs and trapped inside a tube of glowing green.
Before anyone could even say a word, the watchtower shook. Specter didn't seem surprised but her eyes were colder than the ice she conjured.
"Why the fuck is Wraith outside?" Barry warily muttered, already preparing for a fight once they saw the ghost hovering outside. He wasn't attacking, cursing, or doing anything else. He was just floating, staring at Specter.
"Ellie." Wraith growled, eyes glowing red while Specter's eyes shone venomous green. "You gonna keep playing hero, Polaris?"
Specter growled back, "Let him in."
They all shot her a confused look. Batman should be asking questions. Superman should be refusing. Wonder Woman should be demanding for a reason. But the two ghostly beings were staring at each other like they finally agreed on something.
Constantine slowly lowered the forcefield that kept ghosts out and some ghosts in. Wraith floated through the glass of the watchtower and stood before Specter—towering over her.
"You gonna admit it?"
"I already agreed with you that the GIW were trash—but that doesn't give you the right to arbitrarily take the lives of those that weren't involved in their operations!" Specter yelled.
"So what? We keep them alive then someone's gonna come back to avenge their damned souls. Might as well wipe 'em out before they can come back to bite our asses!" Wraith yelled back.
"Dante! Mom didn't fucking raise you to be like this—"
"OUR MOTHER IS BEING BROADCASTED BY THOSE BASTARDS! OUR MOTHER IS IN THEIR FUCKING CAPTIVITY!" Wraith—Dante snapped, pointing to the screen where Lex Luthor went on about the ghosts. "Our mother has been missing for two months and the GIW had him. It's because of that krypton obsessed fucker that I failed to track him down!"
"IF YOU HAD JUST LISTENED TO ME AND LET ME TALK TO THE LEAGUE—"
"—YOUR LEAGUE IS FUCKING USELESS—"
"—MOM WOULDN'T—
Batman gritted his teeth, "ENOUGH!"
Everyone fell silent, unable to speak any further. It was hard processing all this.
Wraith and Specter were siblings... Their mother was the ghost in captivity. The two of them have been searching for their mother for months.
Constantine choked on whatever drink he had, letting his own flask fall and staring at the screen in suddenly horror. "Shit... SHIT! THAT'S THE FUCKING GHOST KING!" He screeched, pointing at the screen as realization struck him like lightning. Then he pointed at the two Ghosts, "And you're... Holy—"
"Ellie, you and I both know how this will end if mother isn't save within the fucking hour." Wraith snarled, "The realms will go to war."
"Spec?" Conner murmured softly, trying to see if their friend would actually—
But then Specter looked resigned, a little regretful, but also cold. Like she was prepared to fight them all. Slowly, but damn surely, she was walking towards Wraith and standing beside him.
"Specter." Diana narrowed her eyes.
"I'm sorry." Specter bowed her head just a bit, "But my brother is right... If the King of the Infinite Realms is not saved within the hour... There will be war. As your friend, I am inclined to warn you that you will not win. Not when the Realms' warriors were once yours. We have our Kryptonians. We have fallen demigods. We have many more than that."
Everyone's breath hitched.
"So please... Please help us." Specter pursed her lips. "Because I don't want a war... But I want my mother safe."
"My sister speaks for herself," Wraith scoffed, "I don't give a flying fuck about you people. But Luthor did something to block me and now I can't track them. Since you're all heroes, I suggest you get to work... Or else I'll lead the ghosts myself to burn your world down."
Teeth—sharp and eldritch. Glowing red eyes turned to Bart Allen—the boy from the future flinched away, as if horrified.
"You speedsters seem familiar with me." Wraith chuckled, "Know that I will not hesitate to eviscerate this world like the other timelines."
High King Phantom was retrieved from the secret facility Lex Luthor and the GIW created with an anti-ecto forcefield that had them go undetected by other ghosts. Constantine and the Supers were quick to find it and tear it to bits.
Wraith did not go to war. Specter thanked them and promised that there will be no war.
Danny was very concerned as to what the hell his children got up to during the months he was gone. Clockwork happily told him how his children developed fratricidal tendencies.
Actual post-shower thought. Yknow those dpxdc hcs that Danny can eat Kryptonite?
What if that is the sole reason the Kryptonians start to fear Phantom? Like, little guy could be seen as an ancient apex predator of the Kryptonians from long ago before Krypton became more civilized.
He can eat his weakness! LIKE CANDIES!
Since the kid can be seen through different times in history (CW with his little errand boi what can I say?) there are images or mentions of him in the fortress, although very vague ones so they assumed that this fella is a baby tamed version of the real deal.
Or maybe not add the time travel bit and the JL is just jumping on the train of "Holy Canolli this kid's ancestors maybe used to hunt down Kryptonians and fueled themselves by ingesting Kryptonite".
Idk it would be fun to see Hal or Diana messing with the supes or just Superman with Danny like:
He knew that his interest in Maddie was starting to fade, but his attention shifted to Daniel.
The desire to have him burned inside his chest. His hands hitched with the desire to give him everything, to have him be his, to keep the naive teenager in a glass case so nobody could put their filthy hands on him.
With time, his obsession started to bloom into something sick and violent.
Like a natural disaster, Vlad swept Danny’s family out of the picture (alive or not) to force him to always be next to him.
And Danny…
Danny is ill.
Ill because Vlad separated him from everybody, because he doesn’t make him fulfill his obsession, because he is punished, and because Vlad always seems to want more from him.
He wants so much more that, soon enough, Daniel turns out to be a disappointment.
The standards started to become too high. Etiquette, isolation, training, and the draining of ectoplasm were starting to wear him thin.
But having him it’s not a total waste of resources.
Vlad could always try for a new heir.
Tim forces himself not to snarl in disgust as he sees one of the guests slide his hand around the teenager next to him.
He sees his hand squeeze the kid’s shoulders as the poor boy’s eyes start to space out.
That slimy smile was something Tim had seen too many times, and he subtly brought it to the attention of the whole family.
He saw Brude get Masters's attention, making him lose his grip on the young boy, as both Cassandra and Damian got him away.
Now, it was Tim’s turn to do something, as he slipped away from the crowd to do some research on the man.
Featuring animals killed off by humanity. Quagga, Thylacine, Asiatic cheetah, Passenger pigeon, Carolina parakeet and Caspian tiger. When coming up with a list of animals to include I ended up with over twenty of them, and had to pare it down considerably. I'll likely revisit this in future versions to include more. Especially more of the birds.
You know, the rider doesn't necessarily have to be a skeleton of a homosapien. I mean one of the first animals we collectively drove to Extinction was probably another hominid.
