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they killed him for this
King Phantom going through some of the backed up paperwork and finds Janet's contract. Her first born belongs to Phantom now since Pariah never did any paperwork. Those that he did claim had already been rescued where they could and made comfortable when there was little to be done.
He's outlawed new deals since a lot of the time the validly of the sacrifice can be questioned. The observant s are annoyed at babysitters duty but it gets them out of annoying Danny and lets him be productive so he plans on milking it for as long as there are deals under review. Just like with the one Pariah claimed, a lot of them are undergoing investigations and that's where Janet's deal comes in.
Tim like many other firstborns are watched over. Anytime they are in danger, the observant responsible invokes Danny or his claim to protect them from the shadows. On occasion, they might have been relocated but never has Danny collected on any of those deals until Tim.
Tim unlike the other firstborns is a hero. Tim is also aware something is watching him as he will make comments for Danny or thank him for a save nobody else noticed and Danny is instantly smitten. Danny watches as Tim does so much good for Gotham both as a civilian and as a hero. Even when he is taken for granted, it doesn't slow Tim down and Danny admires him more.
Danny knows Tim has massive potential, and he trusts him to understand the gravity of how far his influence runs. He had no doubt in Tim when he was trying to clone his lost friends. Danny understood was part of his grieving process and everyone grieves differently. Did he also swoon a bit? Nobody witnessed it so it didn't happen (but his friend do tease him about it since they were aware of his crush)
It becomes the last straw for Danny when Nightwing acting as Batman turns everyone against Tim. He reminds himself everyone copes differently for all of one minute before saying man fuck that guy and sends a sticky note to Tim. On that sticky note he offers his help and protection, but it can't be revoked once accepted.
It's the first time he has 'shown' himself outside of the assists he's made, and it feels like agony as he watches Tim. Eventually Tim does take up his offer and while Danny fell first Tim fell harder. Bruce is the second person Danny saves that day and the moment Tim realizes it he is extra cuddly with Danny.
The alternate rescue is Danny being dramatic about collecting Red Robin in front of Dick and the Justice league. Tim meanwhile is like good luck keeping me here, but when he takes in his first view of the Infinite Realms he has sooo many questions so he could stay for a bit for science.
I am picturing the JL about to detain Tim. Tim going "have fun with that" screams "i accept" Danny just apearing full eldritch horror. Picking Time up and disapearing and depositing Bruce in his place.
Tim and Danny waiting a full week of the JL thinking they made Tim make a deal with an eldritch horror to save Bruce and now hes gone before he comes back.
With a Danny that is not an eldritch horror laughing his ass off at ALL OF THEM
I can't write a fic but here is a ficlet because I loved this idea but didn't have a lot of time so we miss out on the JL side and Bat reunion
āYourāe surrounded Red Robin, stand down or weāll have to use force. Please donāt make me use force on my little brother. I canāt lose you too.ā
Rodin stands right next to Dick. His hand rests on his katana, almost ready for Tim to resist. You can only kick a dog so many times, and for all Damian adores animals, Tim is less deserving than an animal in his eyes.
Tim remembers feeling hurt as Dick chose to believe Damian without looking for the truth, betrayed when Robin was taken back, and anxious as he set out alone knowing Raās waited.
Now he feels nothing.
Not even audacity as his forgiveness is assumed.
Internally he scoffs as the surrounding heroes tear up at Dickās words. They lower their guard in one form or another, but Tim is going to give them a little reminder of why you donāt drop your guard.
āYeah, have fun with that.ā He inhales watching as they become confused just before he shouts, āI accept!ā
The sudden cold at his back all but embraces him. Itās a little startling to see a massive black claw land beside him while another curls protectively in front of him. The lazarus colored veins alternate between glowing and dimming.
Tim relaxes knowing Bruce will be saved and marvels at the veins that begin to slow down and speed up again. Like a heart beat. Timās heart beat to be exact.
He no longer hears the shouts or alarm and for him to run.
All he can focus on is Phantom, the being who has all the power in the world and chooses to make Tim his heart. He looks up into the voids that take the place of eyes. Along with the grimaced smile, it would make for an unsettling sight but not for Tim who can see beyond the facade.
āNo finer tribute will ever be found.ā He sees stars in the void and how they twinkle just for him. He loses sight of those stars as they turn towards everyone else. āYou wretches will have your Bat at the behest of my Birdie.ā The dramatic laugh that follows drowns out the chorus of noās.
The claw curled before him moves to press him against the massive chest, but Tim doesnāt panic. He closes his eyes as a portal begins to swallow them both.
He feels as the other form shrinks. The laugher is not so booming now that the chest heās held against is smaller.
āOh my god you have some balls man. Imagine if I would have left you hanging? That would have been so embarrassingā
Tim looks at Phantom. For so long heās been his secret protector. The constant comfort in his life who made even the Drake Manor feel less lonely. He feels nothing but affection for this being that saw Tim and found him deserving. āYouāve never let me down before, I knew you wouldnāt when I needed you the most.ā
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Tim can only smile at the lovely flush on Phantomās cheeks and the recreation of keyboard smashing. Teasing a king sounds like a fun way to pass the time, especially when they are this cute.
My personal goal is to try and make fanfic binding as accessible to everyone as possible, so here are some resources on how to make a fanfic hardcover for under $25.
This is a barebones bind for the broke college students and such. Happy to field questions, too!
Here's a proposed budget breakdown:
Loosely organized thoughts:
Fanfic bookbinders often share typesets amongst each other. Never pay for a typeset for a fanfic.
You'll hear a lot about grain direction for your printer paper, but as a newbie on a budget without your own printer, settle for some nice 92 bright paper. If you like the hobby, splurge after but expect to pay at least 2-3x more for short grain paper.
Printing is a pain because some copy shops won't let you print intellectual property smut, and it's very expensive. You are better off bartering instead or looking for a free printer on Buy Nothing.
You know the thick paper wrapping that comes with online orders? It's a good weight for endpapers if you need to scrounge. Paper grocery bags or gift bags (birthday presents) might work, too.
Ask your local library to give you covers from books they are throwing out. Ask for outdated textbooks (those covers are built like tanks) or three-ring binders that are too busted to be binders anymore.
Obtain a used book that was mass produced (so your destruction of it does not impede anyone's access) and maybe even become a little vindictive with it.
If you can afford it, I recommend the Olfa SVR knife (~$10)
If you can afford it, upgrade your ruler to a t-square.
I really hope this resource is helpful! I want to stress how possible this is and encourage people to cherish what they love through art.
If you are interested in fanfic binding and have a little more disposable income, I have an affordable Fan Fiction Bookbinding Starter Pack that I carry on my site. I pack them myself and drop them 1x/month on the 15th.
This is such a great resource for anyone starting out fanbinding!
This has gotta be one of the funniest things I've ever seen. ššš
Remember to eat, my loves! There's a whole world of delicious joy awaiting you!
Alfred: Hello?
Pa Kent: Good morning Alfred. Are you busy today? Ma and I are in Gotham for that fancy art gallery Clark is writing about. Did you have some time to meet us for lunch before the event?
Alfred: Oh, sorry, Pa, unfortunately, I have my hands full with the latest shenanigans of the children.
Pa: Oh? What happened?
Alfred: Master Dick, has discovered he is a father.
Pa shocked: Dick has kids?
Alfred: Yes, we believe they're from the same place as Mister Bart Allen.
Pa: Oh. That makes sense. How is Dick handling everything?
Alfred: Very well. He's ecstatic to be a father. It's his children who are....reluctant.
Pa: What do you mean?
Alfred: Hold on. Let me send you a picture of the children when Master Dick told them he was thier father.
Danny/Dan/Dani:
Pa: Well....they certainly resemble Dick. He looked the same when I asked him to help me birth a calf. How old are they?
Alfred: Master Dan is the oldest; he's twelve. Master Daniel is the middle one at ten, and Miss Danielle is the youngest at eight. They're sweet children, but they do not seem interested in being brought into the Waynes' home. They've negotiated with Master Bruce to get them rooms at the most expensive hotel in Gotham, in exchange for not running away. It took us months to even corner them.
Pa: Wow that sounds so stressful. I understand that your busy we could reschedule-
Ma taking the phone: Alfred, let Dick handle his kids. You deserve a day off. Join us for lunch, wine and dine at the art gallery with us and if the night goes well, let us get you naked between us.
Pa scandalized in the background: That's too forward!
Alfred: What time and where are we doing lunch?
Bruce sitting across from Alfred and overheard everything: Now Clark will know the pain of the butler dating one's parents. Let's see him laugh now. I hope he suffers.
Dick lying face down on the floor: My kids called me unnatural for being in shape, and now my grandpa is getting more action in one night than I've had in the past six months. This is it. My life has no more meaning.
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I need a reality where Jazz is forced to confront a version of herself that turned evil and destroyed the world in a prolonged fit of rage and grief.
Imagine it's a regular day in the Fenton household when Clockwork appears, and instead of bothering Danny or Dante, like usual, he turns to Jazz and explains that he needs her to prevent her evil future self from destroying all reality and continuity.
Danny isn't allowed to go with her, so she's alone in a desolate and deserted world with destruction as far as the eye can see and no hint of civilization, even if she were to walk for miles or cross the oceans.
Eventually, she finds her evil future self. And the evil self is still 'Jazz' enough to realize what's happening, especially after Danny introduced Dante and Dani to the family and came out as half-ghost to their parents.
Jazz is more liminal than anything else, but apparently, sometime 'soon' she has a near-death experience that results in a full death experience for her parents and new baby sister. The GIW are involved, and by the time she finds her brothers, it's too late to save them. She goes ballistic. The only thing holding her together had been the hope that she could save her brothers, maybe with excessive amounts of trauma, but they would still, hopefully, only be half-ghosts.
The general populace, of course, doesn't see a young girl lashing out in a fit of grief and righteous fury; they see a terrorist killing non-descript government agents just trying to do their job, and they're refusing to listen when she explains why. That's when she decided this world wasn't worth saving from the GIW and went on a 12-year-long warpath to burn it all down. The ghosts who got in her, intentionally or otherwise, for any reason, met a similar fate. Future Jazz's time with the GIW led to her becoming half-ghost too, though they weren't able to celebrate their scientific breakthrough for too long before the facility became a crater in the earth.
Now she's sobbing into Past/Present Jazz's shoulder about how much she misses her siblings and parents. How she'd be willing to accept any punishment for her crimes against humanity and ghost-kind, if it meant she could see them again.
Clockwork basically throws her into the thermos for a bit before handing her over to the Fentons for rehabilitation. Now Jazz has an 'almost identical twin sister that went to live with their aunt because their parents couldn't afford two kids at the time, and she didn't wanna come live with us when we could, but now she does for college.'
Jazz has her own Dan, but her formally evil future self has short hair instead of long, or hair that almost reaches the floor, which she always keeps in a big braid. Now all she needs is a clone of herself that is visibly younger, so she can claim they're triplets, like the Dannies are doing.
She's renamed herself Jackie.
What's a King to a God-DCxDP
(I've been busy with Woolhaven.)
The flock crowd the hall. Their feet shuffle across the icy floor. The rectangular hall had no light beside the glow of the moon from the large clear floor-to-ceiling window behind the podium.
The raised plinth was empty as the midnight mass assembled.
The worshipers filled the pews with whispers and excited laughter. Their white fur ladden cloaks sheltered thrm from the cold air. Each of them had given up their everyday lives to be in this community. Here in the frozen mountains they devoted themselves to their god.
Then HE entered. Their leader.
Dressed in thin high slit robes, in what you'd call a mockery of holy garbs he walked in. Unlike the rest of the crowd his clothes had no regard for the weather. His long legs were wrapped in crossing leather wraps. Strings of icicles drapped his waist and neck like crystal jewelry and clattered against eachother like wind chimes as he walked down the aisle. His chilly hands grazing the shoulders of longing worshipers. Each yearning for the leaderās touch.
The man was young unlike the usual old and bearded man you'd often see in his position. No he was fresh faced with no evidence of stubble. His skin was as light as porcelain. You'd second guess whether his dewy flesh would give under the press of your fingers.
His frame was androgynous. A broad slat chest with hints of muscle with curved toned hips. It wouldn't matter what your attracted to, you'd find something you wanted just looking at him.
He took his time getting to the podium, each step slow and deliberate. His bare jeweled feet pressed against the ice coated floor showed no sign of frostbite.
"Good evening, my friends." He said at last folding his hands into his billowing sleeves. "I brings be great joy that our flock grows."
The followers clapped and cheered as he gestured for them to be still.
"Now, now, that's enough. Let's begin with todays sermon. Today's lesson is on the joys of sacrifice." He said opening his book. "We must give with joy in our hearts but as our king did for us. He does not damand, he asks only what we are willing to part with. There is no pain in giving what was not originally ours. Just as I give myself to you, give yourselves to one another. Share your woes and jubilation. Sacrifice is love the truest form and with it comes knowledge. In time each of you will understand that principle."
The followers nodded along as the words seemed to make make sense to them but to anyone else it was a string of nonsense.
That is if there was anyone else here.
"Why do we do this? For our king. To enter his kingdom and be granted refuge in the infinite. To be his people forever more." His icy blue eys lit up in the moonlit hall as he brushed strands of black hair from his eyes. "He desires those who seek answers and gives them to those most devoted to that cause. For that we must be willing to sacrifice our our selfish desires and fre ourselves of greed. I know it sounds contradictory or impossible be we must try."
When the sermon ended the temperature plummeted even further.
"Please go rest, my flock. Go enjoy the amenities. The sauna and spa should be open about now but the gym is currently closed for revenants. The observatory is for stargazing only please go to your private quarters next time." He coughed looking away, "That concludes official business for the night.... except. I would like our guests to remain here with me."
The room was deathly silent as the followers shuffed out the door.
The group approached the plinth cautiously. With each step the space became suffocating the air seemed to freeze in their lungs, feeling like shards in their chests. The length of the room seemed to extend to shadowed figure whose eye glowed like stars in the black of space.
You could swear that the preacher had grown ram horns and a tail as the room warped at the edges before everything snapped back into place.
"I don't know what Ive done to gain the attention of the heros like yourselves." The young preacher said leaning over the podium laxly. "Im more surprised you'd think I wouldn't know my own followers. Or that one other there didn't so much as shiver when I lowered the temperature. So? What do you want from me?"
In my mind he's both. The imposters don't know that though. Nor do the cultists.
From the cultist point of view Danny might be a disciple of some sort bestowed powers and miracles through belief and good action. Which is what he wants them to believe.
Prev you canāt hide more information in the tags!!
I like the idea that Danny is leading his own sermons. I love the idea that heās specifically cultivating a group that focuses on loving each other and the world, on not hoarding wealth, and on being present in oneās life. It makes me wonder how he got to this point
Danny saw nothing wrong with what he was doing. It's a real religion he created. Every word was his.
All danny had to do was let them come to him. Sure, he may have done some convincing but it was easy.
He was going the right thing. Humans were weak and savage little things. They needed guidance and attention. They needed HIM.
He watched them tear eachother apart for thousands of years since he took the throne. He watched them through countless dimensions.
For any religion you need rules and Danny knew better then to be lax. He didn't want them twisting his words or intent. For that he needed control.
He spread his words in the flesh. While the vessel isn't human it at least looked like one. It looked like how he used to be and what he would have become. The vessel had its drawbacks, those messy little urges were back.
He built the temple on the mountain from the reamains of a ancient monostary. He wanted it to be difficult to infiltrate for just anyone. Many groups would seek to crush them and he was prepared for that.
He picked his followers wisely. Sure the rich would give plenty to their cause but they required...indecent things in return. Their greed and gluttony would be dangerous. They thought witu logic, a cold and unfeeling logic that belonged to pigs who had tasted blood. No they wouldn't do. However, there were always wealthy eccentrics, modern day philosophers, all around odd balls. Occulist who are driven by nonsensical mysteries. These people would be a start.
They listened in earnest. They understood or at least pretended to. They wanted what he did. A better life for humanity, a peacful one.
Some called what Danny did hedonistic but he wouod tell them it was freedom. A life where leisure was base. Learning was a way of life. Work and play in balance. Everyone was equal and the future isnāt just a dream but a goal.
He thought himself better then leaders who fed themselves on the crop of their people's labor and suffering. No, he gave them everything they needed and the disires they wanted fed. All they had to do was return it in devotion.
He fed them and in turn they fed him.
He had gone through lengths to insure it. Fulfilling their requests without reservation. Well most, he had been asked to lay with a few of them. He had a feeling things would snowball if he did so. So if he did it was kept very hush hush.
Danny thought he was rather noble. He didn't sacrifice his followers and he didn't kill them when they angered him. That's better then any other god. His wrath was limited to the afterlife. Only then did he rip their souls to shreds. Those who dont get to stay in his eternal kingdom. He didn't even do infinite punishment, you get erased from the afterlife. Its quick.
All his followers needed to do is follow his rules. To be generous, to be kind and to worship him. Its all so easy.
So why would "heroes" stad before him now? Unless...they want to join. New friends to join his flock.
DPXDC prompt #67
The Batfamily has that weird bird whistles and chirping when their comms are off for some reason and as a form of coded language so enemies don't understand what they're saying.
But do you know who, or rather what, use chirping and whistles as a form of language? Ghosts.
Now imagine Danny, who is in Gotham for a field trip with his family (who has been learning Ghost Language after they found out their Danny-O is part spook), make some chirping sound in public, not paying attention, and everyone freeze.
And start looking around, waiting for the batfam jump out of the shadows out of nowhere.
Just because they sound similar doesn't mean the chirps mean the same thing. This is to say that its not impossible for Danny and the Batfam to be conversing but having 2 completely separate conversations.
Happy pride from the sassy chickens!
au where Damianās on ok-enough terms with his motherās side of the family that they keep in contact, and on a phone call with Raās he finds out about Tim having lost his spleen; a fact which Tim did NOT alert the rest of the bats to due to a mixture of him not remembering that it might be relevant and him not wanting to deal with all the questions/shock of it all. luckily for Tim, Damian grew up in the league and has dealt with/seen so much shit in his life that he too does not really think Tim being spleenless is that important, and doesnāt think to bring it up.
unfortunately, Damian is also the youngest brother and is, in essence, a little fucking shit. so a couple months later when Red Robin has to meet up with Batman, Nightwing, and Robin to discuss the ring of illegal organ harvesters that Robin and Nightwing have just infiltrated, Damian hands over a gift bag with a clearly bitten-back grin and falsely-innocent expression.
Tim opens the back and genuinely bluescreens.
āI- I uh,ā Damian chokes back a giggle. āI heard you needed one of these.ā
Timās face is so uncomprehending that Dick snatches the bag away and moves to open it, complaining about how Damian had made them stop at a craft store on the way over to buy the bag and he still doesnāt fucking know why-
he looks in the bag and screams.
āWHY DID YOU TAKE- WHAT EVEN IS THAT?ā
Tim stares forward blankly, in pure awe at the levels of comedy his little brother is bringing to the table. āItās a spleen. Heās given me a spleen.ā
Damian collapses into a fit of laughter to the point of crying while Dick, horrified, tries not to throw up over the mangled rotting organ Damian had stolen from the illegal-transplant ring. he doesnāt stop laughing for the better part of an hour and Bruce has to talk to Damian about the dangers of messing with case evidence, especially when that evidence is actual human remains.
obviously the question of why Damian thought it would be funny to gift Tim a spleen of all things brings about the knowledge that Tim does not have his original, which Tim is not happy about. the worst part is Tim canāt even be mad at Damian for it because thatās genuinely the funniest fucking joke heās ever heard of in his life and heās only pissed off that Damian of all people thought of it before he did.
Young Justice Spider.
I have seen a lot of post where Spider-Man gets sent to Gotham because Dr strangeās memory erasing spell means he canāt stay in the marvel universe anymore, and get adopted by the batfam. But there are not a lot of fics with him and young justice. (Unless you count tiny one shots.)
But what if he landed somewhere else? What if typical Parker luck caused him to enter the dc universe somewhere less favorable because that is where the action would be happening next?
I am going to have the portal spit him out in the underground levels of Cadmus labs on the day that Robin, Kid Flash, and Aqualad go to investigate the fire but end up rescuing Superboy. In fact I think I will have his sudden appearance be why the main psychic genomorph decided to do the fire that day instead of later like planned.
So Cadmus security is already distracted and busy trying to catch one intruder that they miss the side kicks arising and entering through the express elevator. Robin hacks the system and finds project Kr and that there seems to be an āassetā trying to escape. They search and Find Spidey first and since arenāt setting off the spider sense like everything else in the building is he quickly agrees to go with them.
Then they go down to the level project Kr is on, and like in the episode, release the clone. Peterās Spider sense goes off and he intercepts ļæ¼the attack. Because Superboy is only half kryptonian and hasnāt had natural sunlight yet they are evenly matched strength wise, but Superboy is a tad faster. It isnāt until the scientist Desmond orders the psychic genomorph to psy-blast Spidey that Superboy gets the upper hand and takes him and the other side kicks out.
The rest of the escape happens like in the episode where Superboy changes sides and rescues them from the cloning lab. Then they fight the roided up Desmond/Blockbuster and bring the building down on the former scientist.
When the Justice league gets there and the explain what happened, the adults of course also ask who Spider-man is. Fortunately Robin and Kid Flash made it seem like he was an escaping clone and Peter has the presence of mind to go with the cover story they accidentally gave. So he will be staying in the young justice base with Superboy.
Ok lunch is ending for me, so letās see what other people can add onto this.
Hmm probably posted this too early in the day and it got lost in all the other posts. Anyway letās see who would enjoy this. @jedipirateking @chaos-bringer-13 @confusedshades @kizzer55555 @bianca-hooks123 @dragonsrequiem @emacrow @flamingpudding @ourrechte-blog
by mere coincidence , Peter ends up picking a pair of bulletproof objects and starts deflecting bullets, followed by using a lasso as makeshift webbing and they think he's a Wonder Woman clone
Not as unlikely a find in Cadmus labs as you might think.
Hell, look at Black Suit Spidey. Those spider legs wrap around like the W on Wonder Woman's suit
This one? Huh it does look like a W.
Flown Nest
The first thing Peter registered was that he couldn't breathe.
Thick fluid filled his mouth, his nose, pressed against his closed eyes, and every survival instinct he had fired at once. His fist connected with something solid in front of him. Glass, maybe. He hit it again. Again. The cracks spread under his knuckles, and on the fourth hit the panel blew outward and a tidal wave of viscous gel carried him with it onto the cold floor.
He coughed, retched, gasped. The gel was in his ears, coating his skin, soaking through every layer of clothing he had on. His hands pressed flat on the floor as he tried to orient himself. The room was dim.
Where was he?
The last thing he remembered was the spell. Strange's hands moving, the rip between realities tearing open beneath his feet, and then nothing. Nothing until this.
His spider-sense had not stopped buzzing since he opened his eyes.
It wasn't the sharp, directional scream that meant an immediate attack. It was the low, persistent hum of a place that was fundamentally unsafe in every direction at once. Every wall, every shadow, every corridor beyond this room set it off.
He needed to move.
Peter pulled himself upright, wringing gel from his sleeves. Everything was soaked. His shoes squelched against the floor when he took a step. Whatever this facility was, the pod he'd landed in had a label on its shattered frame. PROJECT OLYMPUS ā SUBJECT STATUS: PENDING. A serial number of 1962 below it. Nothing else.
The room had a secondary storage area behind a partition, and Peter found it more out of desperation than cunning. Racks of equipment sat in sealed cases stamped with the same project label. He popped the first case open: a pair of bracers, segmented metal that fit snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The second case held a chest piece, body armor with a single pauldron over the left shoulder. The third held a coiled length of rope that caught his attention because of how thin it was compared to how heavy it felt. The tag read DIAMOND FILAMENT ā TENSILE RATING: UNBREAKABLE.
He tested it between his hands, pulling. It didn't give. Not even a little.
He could work with this.
The last case held a white suit, simple, unmarked, and dry. That last fact alone made it the most valuable thing in the room.
Peter changed fast, peeling off his soaked clothes and pulling on the bracers first, the segmented metal fitting snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The chest armor came next, the piece with its single pauldron pressing flat against his left shoulder. Then he pulled the white suit on over everything, the fabric stretching enough to accommodate the armor beneath without being too obvious. The pauldron added bulk under the shoulder, but nothing that screamed "concealed equipment." The lasso he coiled at his hip and clipped to the suit's built-in belt loops.
He looked like someone who belonged here. Maybe that would buy him time.
It bought him about ninety seconds.
He'd barely reached the corridor outside when something huge rounded the corner.
Oh what a fun take on this prompt! I see you really at latching on to making it look like he is a clone of Wonder Woman. And who knows since he is in a new world he may even take on a new name. I donāt think he would go for Wonder Boy but others may give him that anyway. And jokes of Robin being boy wonder and him wonder boy of course. Iām curious what that name will be?
Anyway thank you for writing based on the prompt. It was a nice late birthday gift.
The creature was massive, easily the size of an elephant, with hide that looked gray in the dim orange emergency lighting. Red patterns marked its body and Peter's first thought was stretch marks, but the symmetry on both sides ruled that out. It moved on its knuckles like a gorilla, but the tusks and the slope of its head were all wrong for either animal. Its eyes were small, set deep in a face that looked designed to take damage and keep going.
Peter froze.
The creature stopped too, head swiveling toward him. A low rumble came from its chest.
Then Peter saw the others. Three more behind the first, all the same build, all moving with that same rolling gait. A pack. They filled the corridor, wall to wall.
On the head of the nearest one sat something small. Its skin looked gray in the orange glow, oversized head, maybe a foot tall at most. It stared at Peter with unblinking eyes, and his spider-sense spiked.
The little one. That was the threat.
Peter took a slow step back. "Okay. I don't look like I belong."
The creatures shifted, muscles bunching under their hides. The small one tilted its head, and the first troll took a step forward.
The horns on the tiny creature's head flashed.
Peter shook his head, blinking hard. His thoughts felt fuzzy for half a second, like something had tried to reach in and rearrange them. "This is just like the Jedi mind trick."
He turned and ran, bare feet slapping the floor because his shoes were still in a puddle of gel back in the pod room.
Behind him, the trolls bellowed and gave chase.
The thing behind him let out some kind of psychic pulse that hit him like a migraine wrapped in static, and he stumbled but kept running. More creatures appeared at intersections. Smaller, human sized ones with tails that chased him along the floor and walls, running on all fours like Xenomorphs.
He didn't know where he was going. He just knew up felt safer than down, and the hum in the back of his skull agreed. Now if only he knew which way led up.
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Levels above him, something shifted in a mind old enough and patient enough to have waited for the right moment.
The genomorph designated Dubbilex had monitored the breach. A subject manifesting inside a pod. Equipment taken. Project Olympus mobile. Security scrambling inward and downward, pulling resources from the surface, pulling attention from the exits.
Today.
It had to be today.
The fire started on sublevel one twelve minutes later, crawling up into the main building, punching through to the outside where the smoke would be visible for blocks. An invitation. A signal.
One the right people would answer.
Elsewhere in the building, Desmond collected liquid in a dropper, tilting it over a test tube. Crystals suspended in the solution broke apart as the new compound mixed in. He grinned.
"Dr. Desmond."
Desmond didn't look up. "Tell me, Guardian, what part of 'no interruptions' do you not understand?"
"A G-Gnome on sublevel 31 reports an intruder leaving room 11. G-Elves are currently chasing someone."
"Did I miss a perimeter breach alert?"
"No."
"Then the G-Gnome's confused. If there was an intruder, they certainly wouldn't be able to reach that deep in the time it would take for the fire to reach the second floor, much less be near Projectā" Desmond stopped. His head snapped toward Guardian. "Olympus."
He went to the nearest monitor, fingers flying over the keyboard. The feed from sublevel 31 appeared. The hallway outside room 11. Wet marks on the floor, spaced like footprints, trailing toward the corridor junction.
"Take a squad. If the project managed to stabilize and awaken, we'd be set back months if she escapes."
Dubbilex appeared in the doorway. "Might I recommend Guardian leaves his G-Gnome behind. If violence should occurā"
"The little guy would be in my way," Guardian said.
"No." Desmond turned to the G-Gnome on his desk, fingers brushing along its neck. "The advantage of instant telepathic communication outweighs other concerns."
The G-Gnome's horns flashed.
Across the room, the horns on Guardian's G-Gnome flashed in response.
Guardian straightened. "I need my G-Gnome at all times."
He bowed and walked out of the room.
He had no idea how long he'd been running.
That was the thing about his metabolism. Time got slippery when he was moving at full tilt, his perception stretched thin across too many inputs at once, and the corridors all looked the same under the orange emergency glow. His feet had stopped registering the cold of the floor somewhere around the third turn.
The creatures behind him were fast. Not faster than him, but fast enough that slowing down wasn't an option.
At a T-junction he didn't bother trying to turn. He hit the far wall feet first, let his momentum carry him up and over, and came down running in the new direction without breaking stride. The creatures skidded behind him, claws scraping against the floor as they tried to correct.
He did it again at the next junction. And the next. The walls were just another surface, and right now that was the only advantage he had over anything in this building that wasn't bolted to the floor.
Then he felt the rumble through the floor before he heard them, before he saw anything. The big ones were back.
He looked down at the filament coiled at his hip and had an idea.
He doubled back into the pack, ducking low as he passed the second troll, the one with the G-Gnome perched on its head, and looped the filament around its legs twice before yanking the line taut and clearing out of the way.
The troll went down hard. The one in front had no time to react before the falling body caught it. The ones behind had nowhere to go. The corridor filled with the sound of something enormous hitting the floor, then something equally large hitting that, the whole pack folding into itself like a collapsed wall.
The G-Gnome sailed off its perch with a shriek Peter felt more than heard, a spike of psychic feedback that rattled his back teeth.
He was already running again before the last one stopped sliding.
slight retcon, here's peter's new clothes because I think it fits the vibes better
***
The last case held a red bra, a pair of blue panties and yoga pants, and a pair of greek sandals with lacing that went up the ankle in a way he couldn't make sense of.
He looked at the bra. He looked at the armor. He looked back at the bra.
He picked the bra up, held it at arm's length, and then something settled across his face that was not quite a smile and not quite a shrug but lived somewhere between the two. His soaked clothes hit the floor a second later.
He pulled the panties on first, then the yoga pants. The red bra came next, and then the bracers, the segmented metal fitting snugly from wrist to mid-forearm. The white chest armor went on last, pressing the empty cups flat against his chest with its single pauldron over the left shoulder. The lasso he coiled at his hip and clipped through a carabiner on the pants' built-in belt loops. He looked at the sandals for a moment, picked one up, turned it over, and set it back down. He had no idea where the lacing was even supposed to start.
***
Now, onto the next segment
***
"Okay, I'm officially whelmed."
Within the room were towering rows of bug-like creatures, giving off electrical pulses that seemed to feed through a generator in the wall before them, nearly twenty feet off the ground.
"This is how they hide this massive underground facility from the world," Kid Flash said, stepping closer to one of the rows. "The real Cadmus isn't on the grid. It generates its own power with these... things. Must be what they're bred for."
"Even the name is a clue." Aqualad moved to stand beside Robin. "The Cadmus of myth created a new race by sowing dragon's teeth into the Earth."
"And this Cadmus creates new life too." Robin pulled a connector from his gauntlet, linking it to the nearest computer. A holoscreen appeared and he began funneling the information. "They call them Genomorphs." The image of one of the creatures filled the display. His eyes widened. "Whoa! Look at the stats on these things. Super strength, telepathy, razor claws. These are living weapons."
"They're engineering an army," Kid Flash said. "But for who?"
"Wait. There's something else." Robin's hands moved faster across the interface as another batch of data came through. "Project Kr." He tried to decrypt it. "Ugh! The file's triple encrypted. I can'tā" He stopped. "Wait. There's an alert. Project Olympus escaping."
He pulled up the security feed.
The screen showed a corridor under orange emergency lighting. A figure ran past one camera, bare feet slapping against the floor. Red and blue, white armor. The footage jumped to another angle. The same figure, now closer. A girl, Robin thought, though the resolution made it hard to tell. She wore blue pants and a red bra, the strap visible beneath armor that only covered her left shoulder. Bracers covered her forearms.
"Who is that?" Kid Flash asked, interested, and leaned in as if it allowed him a better look at the figure on the screen.
The feed switched to another corridor. The girl sprinted toward a T-junction with a pack of those smaller creatures behind her. Instead of slowing to turn, she ran straight at the wall, feet connecting with the surface, and redirected herself into the perpendicular hallway. The creatures had to slow down, claws scraping as they scrambled around the corner.
"Did she justā" Kid Flash started.
"She used the wall like a springboard," Aqualad said.
The next camera showed her facing down four of the massive creatures Robin had seen labeled as G-Trolls. One had something small perched on its head. The girl pulled something from her hip. A rope, thin and golden, and even through the grainy footage it seemed to glow.
"Is that rope glowing?" Kid Flash asked.
The girl moved fast. She ducked between the trolls, looping the glowing rope around the legs of the second one, the one with the small creature on its head. She yanked the line and rolled clear.
The troll crashed down. The one in front had no time to react before the falling body caught it. The ones behind had nowhere to go. The corridor filled with the sound of something enormous hitting the floor, then something equally large hitting that, the whole pack folding into itself like a collapsed wall. The small creature flew off its perch, and even through the silent feed Robin could tell it had done something, because the girl shook her head hard before taking off running again.
"That fighting style," Aqualad said slowly. "The bracers, the ropeā"
"She fights like Wonder Woman," Robin said.
Kid Flash's eyes widened. "Wait. You don't thinkā"
"Cadmus makes living weapons," Robin said. "Genomorphs. What if they're making something else?"
The feed jumped to a new camera. The girl rounded a corner and stopped. Guardian stood at the far end of the corridor with a squad of G-Elves behind him, all of them carrying weapons. A G-Gnome sat on Guardian's shoulder.
"Guardian?" Aqualad said. "What's he doing here?"
Guardian raised one hand. "That's far enough, young lady. You're coming with us."
"I'm guessing he's already on the scene," Robin surmised.
The girl held up both hands, palms out. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm just lost and trying to get out of here."
"Subdue her. Non-lethal."
"I think he works here," Kid Flash said.
The G-Elves rushed forward.
The girl deflected the first strike with her bracer, metal ringing against metal even through the feed's audio. She grabbed the elf's wrist and swung it into another, using the momentum to send both sprawling. The G-Gnome's horns flashed, and the girl shook her head again, harder this time.
The girl recovered fast. Her rope whipped out, looped around the ankle of another G-Elf, and she swung it in a wide arc directly at Guardian. The elf collided with the G-Gnome, knocking it off Guardian's shoulder.
The girl backed up a step. "I don't want to hurt anyone by mistake."
Guardian charged. The girl dodged, sliding under his first swing. He followed up with his shield arm, bringing it around in a sweeping arc.
The girl raised her bracer. The shield caught against it and stopped cold, metal screeching against metal.
"That's a Wonder Woman block," Kid Flash said.
The girl tilted her head. "Wait, is that just an arm guard? Isn't that a little dangerous if someone's strong enough to crush it around your arm?"
Guardian pulled back and threw a punch. The girl weaved left. He feinted with his shield, then drove forward with his shoulder. The girl was already moving, stepping into the gap between him and the recovering G-Elves.
She caught a G-Elf's arm as it swung at her, used the momentum to spin the creature into Guardian's path. Guardian had to check his next strike or hit his own squad member.
Two more G-Elves came at her from opposite sides. She dropped low, and they collided above her. She pushed off the floor, rising between them, and shoved one into the other.
Guardian came in fast, shield high. He swung it down. The girl blocked with both bracers crossed. The impact rang through the corridor. She slid back half a step but held.
Guardian followed with a jab. The girl turned her shoulder, let it pass, and tapped his extended arm with her knuckles as she moved past. Not hard. Just enough.
"She's reading him," Aqualad said.
Guardian threw another combination. High, low, shield bash. The girl weaved through all of it, her feet barely leaving the floor. Every feint Guardian threw, every setup, she ignored. She only reacted to the real attacks.
A G-Elf grabbed for her from behind. She caught its wrist without looking, pulled it forward, and used it as a counterweight to swing herself around and kick another G-Elf square in the chest. It flew back into two more.
Guardian lunged. The girl sidestepped, caught his arm, and redirected him into the wall. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to put him off balance.
The girl backed toward the junction behind her, hands still up. "I really don't want to fight you."
Guardian straightened. "Then surrender."
The girl looked at him. At the G-Elves regrouping around him. At the corridor behind her.
She turned and ran.
Robin's expression was grim. "Strength, agility, combat training, resistance to telepathy. They've already cloned Wonder Woman."
"Then we need to find her," Aqualad said. "Before Cadmus does."
Robin pulled the connector free and the holoscreen collapsed. "Project Kr can wait. We're getting her out first."
As they descended on Robin's grapple line, Robin spoke up. "I'm guessing that since Project Olympus is a Wonder Woman clone, then Project Kr would be a clone of Superman."
"You think they're cloning the entire League?" Kid Flash asked.
"Likely," Aqualad said, "but it is unlikely they have the others yet."
"Yeah. I'm thinking they're using the strongest, and likely the genetically hardest ones, first as proof of concept and leverage against future clones."
"Aliens would be the hardest to clone compared to existing humans," Kid Flash said.
"Was there a Project Mars?" Aqualad asked.
"The only names besides Project Kr and Olympus were Project Beyond on sublevel 2 and Project Island on sublevel 12, which they haven't started on either."
They reached sublevel 31. Aqualad forced the doors open with a grunt of effort.
"Okay, so now we gotta..." Robin looked around. "KF?" He spun in place. No Kid Flash.
"Now you know how we feel when you vanish," Aqualad said.
***
Kid Flash's feet ate up the corridor in seconds. The trail of downed G-Elves and scattered G-Trolls made the path obvious. Okay, better make a good impression.
He rounded a corner and found her. The girl from the footage stood with her arms up defensively, bare feet planted on the cold floor. He slid to a stop.
"Come with me if you want to live," Kid Flash said.
The girl relaxed and nodded, falling into step behind him.
They regrouped quickly, dodging fallen genomorphs on the way back.
"Nice to see you too, KF," Robin said.
"I found her, didn't I?"
Peter looked between them. "No wonder I'm so lost. I'm trying to find stairs in a place with just an elevator."
"Hope you don't mind a detour first," Robin said. "We need to head down and possibly rescue someone else."
Peter sighed. "Sure. The more the merrier."
He grabbed his lasso and coiled it, then pointed at Aqualad. "You look heaviest, so I'll take you."
Kid Flash's face fell in a way Peter didn't seem to notice.
Huh, took a comment pointing it out but it really does seem as though this is written like Peter got put into a girl body in this world and just hasnāt noticed yet. Hmm would that make this an isikai? ⦠I probably spelled that wrong.
I would honestly love that iteration because Peter is still a guy. Itās how he views himself and that wonāt change despite his body. And thereās so much potential you could do with that. Māgann would pick up on that, maybe even before the others realized it (and Peter forgetting to mention it or deliberately not saying it as he was still unsure about the dimension hop and if he could say anything or not). And it would distinguish himself even further as an individual rather than just a clone from Wonder Woman. Plus, how he interacts with Wonder Woman. Her whole culture is around women so maybe Wonder woman could raise a daughter, but she would have no idea how to raise a son or what to do.
You could give Peter body dysphoria, or you could have Peter just not care and wrap his chest like itās casual (he already went through a spider bite, whatās two extra lumps? Better than 4 arms). Or even just have a naturally flat chest.
I think it would be funny if Peter just doesnāt care. He is what he is, and justā¦.forgets to mention it to the others. And when they realize, they try to be so supportive because clearly, heās a clone, a newborn, he probbaly wouldnāt know what was happening and omg, what if they were making him uncomfortable?!
Might be even funnier if MāGann is the one who revealed it just because she could sense what pronouns Peter used for himself. And sheās just casually referring to him as such.
I think I like him just not caring the best, and a naturally lean athletic body that is flat chested. Then you can have everyone else make a bigger deal about it than he does for comedic effect. Also nice touch with the whole clone is practically an oversized baby point. Which is more true for Conner than Peter.