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Danny, one of the Realms ghosts that regularly dips in and out of other dimensions, notices a disturbing trend of other dimension's heroes...being not heroes.
They're, in fact, performing straight up villain acts.
Superman becoming a tyrant, Owlman being...whatever the fuck Owlman is, Gun Batman, etc. etc.
So Danny pitches an idea to the Observants, but only after he's gotten approval from Clockwork, Pandora, Frostbite, Walker, and the ghost of Wisconsin himself, the Dairy King.
The Observants, backed into a corner...begrudgingly agree.
They create a pocket dimension to be completely and totally controlled by the Dairy King. It has nothing but cheese in it.
It is an infinite void of Packers merch and cheese.
Now all Danny has to do is, when he sees a dimension where the heroes are not being hero-ey, tag them with a slice of Cursed American Cheese and they'll pop out of their dimension and into
T H E C H E E S E Z O N E
Drawback; as Danny isn't a native to the dimensions he goes to, sometimes he gets a little confused, and sends normal heroes to
T H E C H E E S E Z O N E
and it takes a few days for the Dairy King to realize the mistake and let them go back.
Jason becomes a Denizen of the Infinite Realms when he dies. There he meets Danny and his beautiful sister Jazz who he pines after for years or centuries or however long (time in the realms is fucky).
Something awful happens and Danny is catastrophically destroyed. As he became the boundary of the realms and the rest of the multiverse when he died, his existence ensures the stability of all existence.
Ideally they would incubate his core, but he’s alive as well as dead so he’d also need to regrow a human body. Luckily Jazz has the… mechanisms to grow a human body, but if they only use her DNA he’d be a clone. Considering the severity of maintaining Danny’s existence, facing similar instability as Dani could be catastrophic. So they need another set of DNA.
Sam and Tucker are currently somewhere in their living dimension and it would take too long to track them down. So Jason offers to make a sacrifice.
Jason is dead, he has no DNA to offer. But they can put a trace on his soul, and then the ancients can turn him into a Revenant. Then he’ll be able to help save Danny.
Revenants are terrible creatures. Mindless beings driven by rage, vengeance, and violence. Gaining a large amount of ectoplasm could help regain sanity, but Revenants need to coat their hands in blood regularly to maintain their sanity, whether literally or metaphorically, but they will not regain memories of their afterlife without divine intervention.
But revenants are alive. Revenants have DNA.
Jason doesn’t hesitate.
Next thing he knows he is mindlessly crawling out of his grave and later regains his mind as he gasps for air out of the pit. But all he knows is vengeance. And while Jazz and Frostbite were to follow right after, time in the realms is fucky.
So Jason trains with the League. Leaves. Becomes a Crime Lord. Puts heads in bags. Puts his replacement in the hospital. Gets put down by Bruce. Learns his father will never prioritize his children over his fucked up morals. No matter how many people those morals end up killing. Is guilted (forced) to give up killing lest he lose the familial human connection he craves despite feeling like a pale, judgmental, conditional, dysfunctional, imitation of a family he can’t seem to remember. And can’t explain how his violence feels like the only thing tethering him to reality, not that anyone would let him explain.
And then a beautiful woman appears before him like an Angel, a yeti slams memories into his brain, and then he has a pregnant baby mamma he’s not dating (she’s so pretty he wants to kiss her so bad ugh the torture) that he needs to hide in the most dangerous city in the world.
Worst of all? His family can never know.
Danny is in a very precarious situation while he’s young and growing. And his family share the curse of Pandora, they’d would unleash horrors onto the world if only it would satiate their need to Know.
If word got out he has a kid, they’d have to do a DNA test, boundaries be damned. When they found anomalies, they’d have to investigate. When strangeness came up, they’d have to consult experts. When the JLA and JLD eventually get involved, they’d have to inspect his son. And with the JLA involved, it would only be a matter of time before all of Danny’s enemies know where he is with their need to put every “potential threat” on a list.
Or worse, Bruce will take one look at Jason’s Revenant symptoms and decide he is unfit to be a caregiver. Like the man hasn’t provided debilitating daddy issues and physical trauma to every single child he ever fostered. He raises child soldiers for gods sake.
Cue Jason spending years trying to hide a second family from the nosiest family in existence.
me and my moot were discussing Celine and Miyeong's generation and what shenanigans they might have gotten upto (we came up with a lot, I'll make a small list later) and they told me that they think Miyeong is the maknae of Sunlight Sisters
I fully support this agenda for many reasons, one being it would be really hilarious if the maknaes of two generations of hunters are canonically monsterfuckers
Like just the universe giving a big fuck you to the hunters. like love is love, sometimes a face card is just so good that you have to excuse the demonic tendencies
imagine Rumi telling them about her parentage and the first thing Zoey clocks is the similarity and now she's wishing Miyeong was here because she needs someone to talk to about how hot demons are (including her daughter, which she is not all that embarrassed to admit)
jack and robby have been fucking in the on call room. it started out as just lingering chats at shift change or fleeting touches when their shifts did happen to overlap before slowly escalating to quickies where they’re forced to bite their knuckles to muffle the moans escaping them.
Not long after this started; jack took to saying “they get a dollar, i get a dime. that’s why i fuck on company time.”
to which robby always retorted that that’s not how the saying goes, rolling his eyes as he let jack drag him into the on call room.
Janet and Jack Drake find something at one of their digs that the League of Assassins is really interested in. So, being smart business people they broker an agreement.
The Drakes would cough over this and other artifacts they find that the league is interested so long as they take in Timothy Drake and teach him in their ways.
Which when you think about it sounds insane, but it’s coming from a place of love. Don’t think that this is the Drakes trying to pawn Tim off on someone else. They expect to get their son back and they will raise hell and high heaven in Ra’s so much as tries to keep their son from them.
The next question is why they want their son to become a killer to which Janet answers that “we want our son to know how to kill if he needs to. If I’ve raised him right then he certainly won’t need to dirty his hands to get the results he wants, but I’ll be damned if my son can’t protect himself as heir to the Drake name.”
So for whatever reason this pans out. The Drakes return home, explain what’s going to happen to Tim, and Tim’s all for it. He’s like 9 and wants to be able to stalk the bats better and if he can defend himself then he can probably follow them into more dangerous scenarios and get some really awesome action shots.
So Tim goes to train, and it’s very clear early on that Tim’s speciality lies with his brain. Yes he picks up on martial arts quickly, but he is also a genius, so his studies are adjusted to meet his needs.
Because of this, Ra’s thinks it’s a brilliant idea to have Tim meet his heir (Talia also thinks socialization will be a good thing for both kids since they will both be in positions of leadership and socialization abilities are important).
This was everyone’s first mistake. Tim and Damian are the same type of chaos in different colors. Where Tim had the advantage on planning operations, Damian has the skill to pull them off.
Do they regularly steal desserts from the kitchens? Yes. Can anyone realistically pin it on them? Absolutely not.
One time, while trying to foster both their stealth abilities, they came up with a game of paint tag. They both had a paint marker and they systematically swept through the cradle pinning anyone and everyone.
It was terrifying for all involved because the Demon kids where quick and quiet. They came out of nowhere and marked you.
During Tim’s time in training he would return home or fly to wherever his parents were currently visiting for Holidays. Most of the time he could convince Talia to let Damian join him. Naturally if Damian left there was an unseen escort/body gaurs that trailed them but it was whatever. Tim and Damian made a game out of seeing who could spot their guards the most.
Eventually Tim’s training came to an end. He did need to return to Gotham. After some farewells (and promises to keep in touch. Tim would hack the league if he didn’t hear from Damian enough fuck you Ra’s) Tim was home. He had a house sitter essentially, for when his parents were gone. She stopped in every day, made sure Tim had food and cooked for him if he wanted her to (although his league training had taught him cooking surprisingly), but at night he wouldnt have anyone watching and he was back out stalking the bats.
Tim was their when Garzona’s fell off the roof to his death. He has a perfect series of shot showing Jason diving to try to save him, not pushing him off, and they end up dropped off by a a courier anonymously. With proof, Bruce sits down and talks to Jason. A real heart to heart moment that results in Jason not dying in Ethiopia.
This means that Tim most likely does not become Robin, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t do anything. He eventually establishes himself as an informant, hacking into the bat computer to change the background into photographic evidence Tim gathered they need for a case. he also leaves really large folders in the middle of the screen full of files and also full of the cold cases he solves because he’s bored and already finished high school via online education.
Tim obviously still photographs the bats and with his league training he’s never caught. That is until the newest Robin shows up. It’s a couple of years later. Tim’s thriving, he goes back to the cradle on occasion until he receives a warning from Talia that he can’t return. Says she and Damian are going Dark and that she’ll reach out when she can.
Of course Tim is upset. He’s looking up league business and realizes that theres been an attempt of a coup. A sad attempt but an attempt all the same. He’s just happy that Damian is apparently safe.
So one night he’s out doing his night photography when a new vigilante hits the scene. Phoenix. And yup, that’s definitely the old Robin, Jason Todd, but then where’s the new Robin?
Tim had been following the bats on patrol taking action shots when he was tackled from behind by someone in the all familiar traffic light colors of Robin. As disoriented as he was, tim took the hit, rolling as he cradled his camera to protect it, and used his legs to launch his assailant off of him. He rolled onto his knees ready to fight or flee until his eyes landed on the person across from him.
“You’ve gotten Rusty, Drake.” Damian fucking Al Ghul taunts, that oh so familiar patronizing smirk on his face. Tim gaped because whyyy was his demon twin here? In Gotham? And patrolling as Robin?
Before Tim could gather his Witt’s about him a shadow fell over him and, yup. There was Batman.
He ended up in the cave at the end of the night, thoroughly confused but relieved when Damian took off his mask and throw his arms around Tim in a hug, one the older teen eagerly returned.
“Talia said you were going dark after the coup.”
“Mother believed it best I continue my training with my father.” And wasn’t this just a night full of whiplash huh. Tim leered at Bruce studying his face and yup…he could see it now that he was actually looking for it.
“And I thought my parents were absentee,” he joked, earning a trademarked huff from Damian and a offended/concerned grunt from Bruce.
Damian eventually gets around to explaining Tim, introducing him as his “brother from the league.” Bruce is both confused and concerned about the fact that Tim’s parents just…left him with the league of assassins for over a year. Like what?
Tim kinda just shrugs it off. His families always been a little weird. Oddity is how they show love or something. Either way…Tim pulls a flash drive out of his pocket and placed it by the bat computer. “Since I’m already here I might as well drop off the photos from the Crewel case. I caught them talkng business in the bar off 7th, there’s photos and a document of what I overheard. Figured it might help you connect some dots. Also there’s another batch of solved cold cases for you to look into.”
And now it was Bruces turn to experience relentless whiplash because not only was their mysterious informant like…15 years old, he also lives next door.
Exasperated Father Bruce Wayne invites Tim up to the manor for post patrol snacks so he can digest all of this new information.
Later he calls Jack and Janet and ask them with a long suffering drawn out “whyyy?” Jack dies laughing in the background and Janet humms in amusement.
“I take it you’ve finally discovered his stalking tendencies?”
“And how long has he been doing this?”
“Longer than I care to admit. Listen Brucie, Tim’s a smart kid. A genius really. As much as I wish I could make him stop sometimes, it’s not possible. He’s as stubborn as I am on a bad day, so instead of trying to stop him Jack and I decided that we would do whatever we could make sure he can keep himself safe.”
“Ah…we should start a club,” he decides, remember how Dick had been when Bruce had first adopted him. “I know you’re both In Egypt. Would you be opposed to him staying at the manor. As it turns out my Biological son and Tim know each other from the league.”
“Of course Brucie. Please let us know if we need to wire you any funds for his stay. Tim has access to our accounts of course, but no matter how much we try he’s always so frugal about how he spends it. And if he decides to dress up in spandex and join your little crusade you better at least warn us.”
“Of course Janet. I’ll keep an eye on them.”
“Oh and Bruce? Good luck! From what I heard Tim and Damian were quite the Terrors when they worked together.”
