Bat dad and Crow father
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Summary: Batman becomes a cult sacrifice in exchange of trying to save a civilian, which leads up in him meeting his different universe self.
Batman had no time, one of the cultist had thrown a dagger at the kid that was meant to be the sacrifice, the dagger was flying at the direction of the center of the sigil which the kid stands frozen in fear, he had no time to think, so him being the nearest to the kid he immediately punched the other cultist he was fighting to the ground and dashed towards the child and shielded them with his body making him the one to get impaled by the dagger, blood spilled from his wound and splattered at the sigil on the floor, too busy protecting the child in front of him, he didn't notice that the circle began to glow an ominous dark purple, due to the fact another cultist pulled out a pistol from they're cloak ang began firing towards the Bat.
Batman eyed his children from the corner of his eyes, they were too busy with their own fights, Batman couldn't ask for help, the cult had a more people than they have expected, just how long was this cult running? the wound started becoming unbearable as the dagger still stuck on his side was making fighting and defending much harder.
The kid in his arms yelped making the Knight move his attention on the kid, making sure they haven't gotten hurt by a bullet, distracted the cultist took this opportunity to fire another bullet at the Bat's direction and before Batman could even think of his next move, the bullet was suddenly deflected by a sword? that came out of nowhere.
And in the blink of an eye, every single cultist was now falling to the ground one by one, the only way Batman knew this wasn't the doing of any sort of magic was by the black blur that was charging at the cultist at immense speed, much slower than the speedsters but definitely faster than regular people.
His children were as confused as him the cultists they were fighting was now also stolen and defeated by the unknown person that had joined the fight, which left them to recruit near the Bat still keeping their guard up.
They tried their best to keep up with the fast black blur that took down the cultist before they even can scream with precise stabs, now only a few cultists were left, screaming and shouting orders to each other as they did their best to shoot or strike the unknown person.
But to no avail before they can even lift their arms or shoot, they had already found themselves on the ground bleeding, as the last cultist fell on the cold hard ground most likely the cult leader, the man also stopped in his tracks making the Birds and the Bat finally have a good look at the appearance of the person.
A male with blue eyes, that wore a green-and-white striped bucket hat with an emerald hanging off of it; to hide they're dirty blond hair, they also had on a green jinbei with a black undershirt with a red heart? accompanied by a black haori. But the most noticeable trait the man had was a pair of gigantic obsidian-colored wings that was on his back, and the dark colored sword that seemed to be glowing in his hand.
He was looking down at the laying cultist before his feet with an unreadable expression before crouching down to snatch what looks like a necklace on the person's neck before once again standing up with a groan, he then turned towards the Bats, making the group fix their stances into defensive not sure on what to expect, Batman glared at the man before him, the blonde man's eyes scanned them before his gaze landing on the dark knight.
The man grinned sheepishly rubbing his hand at the back of his neck, he strutted towards the group which still held their stances. "Sorry about the commotion, thought you all needed a hand." the man apologized his hands now behind his back his sword nowhere to be found.
"Who are you." Batman commanded, his hold on the kid slightly loosening due to the blood he lost, Orphan being the one that noticed urged Batman to give her the kid which Batman relented, now with the kid gone in his hands he advanced towards the man to display an intimidating front, he tried not to groan in pain in every step he made, now that they were a little bit closer Bruce could tell that the blonde man was a couple inches shorter than him, and of the same age.
The man showing no sign of being nervous or frightened by the infamous Knight of Gotham, only smiled and introduced himself his hand out for the Bat to shake.
"Philza Minecraft, pleasure to meet you."
