Timmy Turner, formerly known as Timmy Kuzma, finds himself in an unenviable situation.
Having survived the collapse of an amusement park at the age of ten by making a complex series of wishes to his fairies to become one himself.
And having escaped the trial of Gordon, who sought to restore him to his human form despite his not being fully "alive," and the intervention of King Phantom, the new ruler of the Infinite Realms (and thus the highest authority), who declared Timmy an fairy by his command and that no one had the right to insult "the point where reality meets fantasy,"
He never expected to die at the hands of those he had defeated as a mere ten-year-old human.
To be fair, the Anti-Fairies were formidable enemies, especially Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda's firstborn adopted son, ymmit.
After a brutal attack on the fairy world and the invasion of their land, aimed at eradicating imagination, Anti-Cosmo, the king of the Anti-Fairies, wanted to teach the troublesome child who had long annoyed him a harsh lesson.
Timmy could no longer feel his right wing.
But that didn't matter! Timmy had managed to escape the fairy world's siege, drifting into the human realm and falling from the stars into a city of blood and fear, a place devoid of imagination or dreams, a terrifying place where children had lost their sparkle and soul.
He landed in Gotham, specifically Park Ro, also known as "Crime Alley."
This wouldn't be a problem for any other fairy, but it was a fatal one for Timmy.
As you can see, Timmy isn't like other fairies. Unlike fairies who can generate magic from within, Timmy needs to "absorb" the imagination, hope, and generally positive emotions of those around him to transform them into magic.
The best ones are clearly children, with their boundless imaginations and endless hope.
Also, everyone can see Timmy; young or old, with or without fairies, everyone.
Now that he's fallen into a place like Gothom, known among fairies for its lack of dreams, Timmy must plant hope in the hearts of its most hardened inhabitants, the children of Crime Alley
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I should have ended my previous au idea; don't ask me how I got here.
But imagine this: Timmy, after spending so much time in the fairy world, only interacted with ordinary children whose dreams were mostly cupcakes, parental attention, or a day at the amusement park by themselves.
He didn't know life from the alley's kids' perspective. He got involved with them to gather his strength before going to liberate the only place that called him home.
I can picture Timmy still looking about ten years old, wearing pink clothes and his famous hat (I haven't drawn it, but it probably covers the crown).
(Initial design, sketch)
His hair has turned blue over time, but he dyes the ends pink. I imagine his design incorporates his family's three colors: pink, purple, and green (the green in the wing; I haven't decided on the style yet).
His first day was a disaster. He treated the Crime Alley kids like children, trying to convince them he was "their own personal fairy who would grant their wishes," and offering them candy.
Of course, he got beaten down, and his crown, wand, and candy were stolen.
But a gang had kidnapped two of the kids, so after Timmy realized he couldn't treat them the same way he had before and that he had to treat them as equals, he offered to help them in exchange for a secret about his existence. No one should know about him.
The kids agreed.
After he helped them rescue the two kids, they gave him the address of an abandoned warehouse to live in. Of course, Timmy didn't trust them, so he slept in the basement of the adjacent building. The children didn't trust him either, but they didn't betray his secret.
Timmy, however, had a plan: he would gather enough imagination and hope to travel to a place where it would be easier to gather his power.
He began following the children around, trying to solve their problems.
At first, because he didn't understand them, he made many mistakes (a girl whose parents were addicts longed to spend her birthday with them as they used to; Timmy gathered all his power to erase the effects of their addiction for one day so they could spend it with her as they used to, but this hurt the girl because she knew she would never return to those days).
But he corrected his mistakes as he grew closer to them.
Over time, he became attached to these little goblins. They might be like demons crawling out of a hole in the living room, but they were his demons crawling out of a hole in the living room.
The kids, on the other hand, initially hate him. How he thinks he knows what's best for them (like a teenage babysitter who barely understands what she's doing) and how he's always smiling and talking about hope and dreams—this damn fool who's never had a bad day in his life!
But they begin to see the cracks in the fairy's perfection: his wing, the way he gazes longingly at the sky, his soft whispers about missing Peri.
He may be a foolish, optimistic, smiling fairy with terrifying power, but he's their foolish, optimistic, smiling fairy with terrifying power, so let every bastard who thinks he can hurt him go to hell.
Timmy decides to stay.
But then big trouble happens: another escape from Arkham occurs, and one of the rogues flees into Crime Alley and encounters Timmy's group.
Long story short, Timmy fights and defeats the villain, but he loses a great deal of magic, and his brushes crack from lacking magic spreads across his hands.
Crime Alley's kids are scared.
"E. Elf?"
"W-what's wrong, goblin?"
"Your hands! What the hell? Are you dying?! I won't forgive you if you die right now in my hands!!"
"Don't worry, I'm not dying, I'm just... tired."
One of the quiet kids looks at his hands with a frown.
"Does it hurt?"
Timmy doesn't answer, and now someone comes along to make things worse.
Red Hood.
He, for his defense, saw an unknown meta around kids from his territory.
So, to protect them, he put his gun under the meta's chin. He won't fire because the meta is a child and doesn't harm children, but he needs to confirm his identity.
But suddenly, a stone was thrown at his helmet.
Unusually, the alley kids didn't greet him with the amazement and boastfulness of a protector hidden behind a harsh tone and smug faces, but rather with looks of fear and tension.
"Get away from him!" shouted the girl who threw the stone, and the others gathered around her, some trying to reach the meta.
Red Hood looked at a child he knew, who met his gaze defiantly.
"Red Hood, keep your hands off our fairy!"
:) I couldn't get this out of my head.
What do you think about this?
