DP x DC Prompt — Speeding Ticket
The Watchtower was calm. Peaceful. Productive, even. Until, of course, it wasn’t.
A bright green portal tore open in the middle of the meeting room like someone had just punched a hole in reality (which, technically, they had).
Every League member froze.
Wonder Woman’s lasso was in hand. Superman tensed, eyes glowing. Green Lantern was already halfway through forming a construct.
And then he stepped out.
The stranger was… floating. Half-transparent. White hair, black suit, glowing eyes. Eldritch energy hummed off him in waves. He looked like a ghost who had taken one too many god-tier promotions.
For a moment, the room was silent.
Then Flash, who had been quietly sipping a smoothie in the corner, groaned. “Oh, shit. Not again.”
Everyone turned to him.
“You know him?” Batman asked, voice sharp.
Flash pinched the bridge of his nose. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”
The ghost blinked, spotted him instantly, and shot across the room like a bullet. In less than a second, a glowing stack of spectral paperwork was shoved against Barry’s chest.
“You can’t run forever, Mr. Allen.” the ghost said flatly, voice echoing with cosmic exhaustion. “You’re three multiverses behind on your dimension speeding tickets.”
Barry looked down at the paperwork. “You… you fine people for time travel?”
“I fine you for time travel,” Danny corrected, dead serious. “And for the love of the Ancients, stop littering in the timeline. I know it’s not technically illegal, but cleaning up your paradox crumbs is so annoying.”
There was a long pause.
Superman: “…Paradox crumbs?” Batman: “He’s been doing what?” Wonder Woman: “I’m sorry—speeding tickets?”
Danny sighed, flipping through his clipboard. “You’ve got seventeen temporal disturbances, two unauthorized loopbacks, and—oh my—did you really outrun a fixed point in time? Who does that?”
Flash: “Okay, in my defense—” Danny: “No. No defenses. You have a payment plan. You think I like chasing you through history? Do you know how awkward it is explaining to the Ancients why I keep bursting into the Renaissance screaming your name?”
Aquaman, quietly to Batman: “I thought you were the weird magnet.” Batman, glaring: “Don’t.”
Speeding Ticket .....
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