Marked by Midnight
Batman is livid
He’s pacing, lecturing Solomon Lyon — the chain-smoking mage who somehow keeps surviving his own decisions — about “reckless intimacy with dangerous entities,” and how sleeping with eldritch creatures puts the entire League at risk.
Sol takes it for about ten seconds before snapping.
“Oh, spare me the moral high ground, Bats. You’ve got no room to judge my love life when your own kid is walking around with a metaphysical bite mark from someone worse than anything I’ve ever shagged.”
Batman freezes mid-glare.
Sol doesn’t elaborate. He just lights another cigarette and walks off muttering, “At least mine don’t level dimensions when they get emotional.”
The next day, Batman receives a perfectly polite request for a meeting from his son’s “partner.”
He shows up expecting… maybe a meta. Maybe a rogue mage. Maybe a demon with good manners.
What he gets is:
A throne made of crystallized starlight. An aura that makes the shadows bow. A smile sharp enough to split reality. And a hand casually resting on his son’s shoulder like they belong there.
“Hello, Mr. Wayne,” the young man says warmly. “My name is Noctis Aster, and I’m the current Sovereign of the Infinite Dominion. I’ve been informed you wanted to speak with me.”
Batman feels the beginnings of a migraine form behind his eyes.
Because of course.
Of course his son is dating the Ghost King.
Of course Sol knew for weeks and didn’t mention it.
And of course Noctis looks like he’d annihilate the multiverse if his boyfriend asked nicely.
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