Working On The Next Few Chapters Of Ghost Helpline-

Magic tattoos!!!! Magic written into skin!!!

Ok so Billy is a journalist, a good one. But what if he had done other odd jobs. For example, he was an assistant in a tattoo parlor. He took care of the reception, the cleaning and sometimes the tattoo artist taught him a few tricks. He ends up becoming interested in it and in particular tattoos throughout history and the magic that is involved in it (Billy is an expert in ancient history and nothing will make me turn back).

He got a job as a tattoo artist in the magical world in addition to his job as a journalist and although he is very good he is little known since he does not advertise. However, he can get a little bit every month.

I love this!

Also Danny going from terrified child screaming for his godfather to overly protective dangerous kid at the drop of a hat, especially cuz Brucie is considered a playboy! If vlad was that crazy over a one side crush on Maddie he can’t even imagine what will happen if this stupid playboy breaks his heart!!

Danny (yelling): Vlad!!!!! Vlad help !!! These strangers are trying to take me away!! (Tears) I’m /so/ scared!!

Only one of the batkids sees the slight slip of his smirk but instead of realizing it’s *for drama* like Jason they think it manipulative…. Wait is Danny actually the one calling the shots here? (He is but not the way they think)

Vlad using this as a chance to get away from Bruce! With bruce following right on his heels! (Danny spots this like wtf? Vlad is obviously trying to get. Away. From. You!)

Vlad: little badger! It’s alright! I’m here! (Hug) oh you must be the Wayne kids … honestly you gothamites are too much! Threatening me is one thing but ganging up on Daniel like this is-

Snap!

Danny: he threatened you?

Shit

Danny: we’re the only ones that get to do that! (Big mad who does this guy thing he is!)

Imagine redeemed Vlad and Danny going to a wayne gala and bickering as they do

Only their bickering just sounds really horrible to everyone around them

"At least here your parents won't kill you"

"Yeah but you might"

"Only in front of an audience"

And of course people overhear

And of course one of them is bruce adoption papers in purse wayne

Vlad gets taken aside by bruce to be threatened slightly and "hand over the guardianship and no one gets hurt"

Danny gets pulled to the side by the batkids and given a whole spiel about how they can help him and all

Until Danny starts screaming for Vlad - he sees potential for drama and he takes it - and Vlad - who also loves drama - joins in of course, jumping and sliding over tables all "Your godfather is one his way you sad and terrified child"

Jokes on them, the batkids - Jason especially, who had to be held back not to join in in the dramatics - only see this as fuel, now they need him in their family, friends or force either way

Ghost helpline part 20

friend or foe

The man hadn’t been kidding about not wanting to play babysitter. At Damian’s assistance that he didn’t need anything Ziyad took his own piece of cake and waved him off. Not really caring where Damian went.

He debated going after the man and demand answers but didn’t. He needed to know how he had that strip of white in his hair. How? Why? Was this the demons fault? Zatanna had said she reeked of the pits, whatever that meant.

He needed to know. He need to know if there was anyway to help Todd. His brother didn’t deserve the side effects the pit had given him. He’d never known the Todd from before… but well if Todd’s anger could be fixed and Damian had a chance to do it and he didn’t take it.….

He continued walking. The assassin supposed being overlooked as just a child was at time’s advantageous. Even if it made him angry.

The location of her room was practically spoon fed to him, pink taped arrows leading the way to an entire wing of the mansion that was presumably hers.

It was overtly colorful.

Her room was cozy. Damian wasn’t sure what a teenage girls room is supposed to look like. After all Browns and Cassandra’s rooms were probably not the best examples.

Her closet was overflowing with clothes, shoes and accessories. He checked the pockets and found a few switch blades and - guns. Typical self defense items for a woman in Gotham really. Damian opened jewelry boxes and riffled threw accessories. Some he assumed to be enchanted.

He left the closet to check the desk and bookshelf’s for anything incriminating. Ugh. Even the paper was colorful. Thankfully the type writer was black. There were little notes about her brothers things they liked, days they were going to be busy and stuff like that. There was also reference to someone named Jack and someone named Pink. Most likely aliases- he would have to research them later.

Dishes crowded every serface. Honestly how did this huge family not have any servants. The boy grimaced. Pennyworth would never allow a patients room to get this bad.

Well this at least told him one thing. The masters family definitely had something to hide. If they didn’t someone would have been hired to up keep this place!

There were spell books, okay maybe it was just poetry. There was paper slips with symbols loose in her drawer.

Damian pocketed a couple.

There were notebooks filled with languages he didn’t recognize. A lot of it was repeating. It was as if she was practicing how to write. Damian stilled and looked back at the book shelf. The English books were the level of a first grader. And the tomes were filled with grammatical notes. It made him bite his lips together, did she not know how to read?

Whatever. A good portion of the world is illiterate. She could still be a mastermind, this proved nothing.

He moved on to the cream yellow mini fridge. It was covered in glitter stickers and magnets. Notes stuck to the top.

“Hey Vi! Ask Bella if he can contact me about the SBS. We’ve run into an issue with the current shipment - love Red”

Damian took a picture of the note. Good god how many people were involved in all this? Were the masters involved? Did they know their “precious” daughter was a monster?

The little assassin felt his insides squirm at the wording. Weird he hadn’t had a qualms about calling her that before. Why did it suddenly fill him with trepidation?

The fridge was surrounded by pill bottles and glass jars filled with dried herbs. The labels were written in a different persons handwriting . A sigh escaped him.

All right time to check the fridge.

Damian has no idea what demons eat but he doubted it was anything good. Human remains? Blood? Something horrible he supposed. Hopefully something he could use as evidence.

The door opened to reveal…. Liquid vitamins and supplements ??? Well she had been sick recently. Maybe it was a common occurrence? Or maybe she was able to eat what she’s supposed to? And if so why? Was she actually being ethical and kind?

There were glowing green juice pouches. Damian berated himself for not bringing a satchel. The size of the things he could swipe was limited to his pockets. No matter he could get it next time.

He paused. Next time? Since when did he start thinking about coming back here?

—- —- —-

The bathroom in Vlad’s room had steam spill out in waves. Violet had never gotten around to moving her things into her own bathroom. Dad didn’t seem to mind and… it was just easier. It was easier to exist in someone else’s space.

To use dads bathroom and sleep in Billy’s bed and eat Klarion’s food. To exist in a space so lovingly lived in she knew she wouldn’t disappear.

She looked at her natural state in the mirror. Her nose twitched. That boy knew she was a demon, he had yelled it at her when they’d “meet”. And now he was suddenly over to apologize? An Al Ghul apologizing ? And to someone “beneath” them ? How laughable.

She couldn’t find her brush. She ran her claws threw her hair with a frown. The cracks on her body … looked different? Smaller and faded around the edges of her arms. Her fingers were still drenched in black but had taken on a more purple sheen.

There was still a black cracked piece on her chest.

She would have thought the teleportation flu would have made her condition worse but… she looked better? Maybe her medicine really was helping?

She’d have to show her Aunties, maybe Frostbite? There weren’t exactly a lot of people comfortable working on her. Ethier she was a demon, or the wrong kind of demon, or an amputee or a woman of something!

Not that it mattered very few people knew how to treat her condition. And so far it was considered incurable.

The black cracks pulsed painfully. She shifted into her human disguise.

Well time to get this over with. Chances were instead of an apology she was going to receive an offer. And maybe… maybe if Damian wasn’t technically an Al Ghul….. maybe she could….

Violet, Konstelacio, hopeful and sad followed the pink arrows to her room to find a hair brush before having to see the boys face again.

Except she opened the door and his face was already there.

“What are you doing in my room?!”

Note:

Not burying the lead here Bella (Bellatric) is Brett

Can anyone guess what SBS is?

Lindir (signing up for the Musican Guild and being a nervous mess): Can I bring a friend during tryouts?

Elf in charge: Of course! After all it looks like you need all the emotional support you can get!

Next Day -

Elf in charge: Lord Elrond are you here to evaluate the tryouts ?

Elrond (sitting in the front row): Oh no I’m just here for my friend.

Elf in charge (expecting someone really important): who?

Elrond: Lindir

Elf in charge: Wait What?!?!

Lindir (goes on stage)

Elrond: Your doing great sweetie!!!

Obviously this is about Damian but look at me and tell me sleep deprived Tim wouldnt shove the lollipop into his mouth crutch it up and dry swallow in panic …. Which leads Danny to give him another lollipop!

It starts with the usual 'Justice League has to summon the Ghost King to battle a world-ending threat.' Stick. They decided to do it in the Fortress of Solitude, which took some time to convince Clark to do, but it was the only place that had the possibility to hold the Ghost King if he went off the rocks, especially with all the added protection John did.

So, most of the Justice Leaguers and their sidekicks stood on the outskirts of the giant summoning circle and watched as it glowed a bright luminescent green, and the middle of the circle disappeared, replaced by a hole that, from Superman's place as he hovered a few feet above the ground, looked like a never-ending waterfall of green liquid.

A few minutes passed as everyone held their breath before the waterfall started moving up. Like a volcano, the luminescent liquid shot up and hit the ceiling, falling into drops around everyone. From the water, a shadowy figure appeared, giant and making the water glow brighter with their presence.

For a few seconds after the glowing fountain continued erupting until stopping suddenly and falling back into the hole, a giant eldritch figure revealed as the hole closed up under it.

It looked sort of humanoid, but the most eye-catching thing was its skin. It looked like the galaxy—stars and constellations, planets, and meteors—the being looked like it was made from the galaxy. The stars and planets spun across its skin? And atop his head were wispy white locks, not held down by gravity and flowing with the air in the confined space. On his back was a long cape that reached the floor, and he (it? She? Did gods have a gender, because this being looked more like a god than Zeus did) bent his legs at an angle to not bump his head against the ice roof.

Everyone watched with bated breath as the king, the being, the god reached inside his cape and seemingly grabbed something, coming out with a clenched fist and slowly moving it towards the youngest Robin, the child. Batman barely had any time to swoop in front of his son when the eldritch being opened his hand, and right there, in his palm.

A lollipop.

A green crystal lollipop that made superman fall from his place in the sky and Jon back away from his friend with a pained expression.

The ghost king just gave robin a freaking kryptonite lollipop.

Meanwhile, danny is just wondering why the child touched by death won't take the treat.

Pure lesbian gay solidarity

You know how in Percy Jackson? Athena just Vibes so hard with someone she makes a baby appear?

I think that would be hilarious.

"Hi, remember me? Yeah, we fought that World Ending Threat together. Shared Witty One Liners. You were hilarious and VERY Heroic, so was I, it was awesome. And, uhh... *awkward cough* It's a Concept?" *jazz hands*

"Meaning?"

"....I'm pregnant."

"WHAT!?!?!"

Like? Full on Lunch Box, gonna pop out of his body already a toddler, "I'm technically just carrying around a second core and the only physical sign it's happening is I am SUPER hungry and Hella tired", Super Heroics Weirdness Baby? A literal love child with Justice(tm).

But also one of the Bats.

Look, no one GAVE HIM the "you are a Protective Spirit, you gotta be careful who you Protect People With, lest you Vibe too hard and CREATE LIFE" talk! He didn't know that was A THING!

And he's not even mad? Inconvenienced? Yeah. Spooked. Absolutely. But, like? He already HAS a daughter? Dani. And he has literally his entire Rouge Gallery and all his Allies to help raise this lil menace. It's also not like it's gonna HURT. It's just... like someone handed him a chimpanzee and walked off. But worse because it's not a chimpanzee, its A CHILD.

He's kinda still buffering.

So... Now he's here to either set up a Co-parenting thing, threaten you for child support money, or too avenge himself upon you should this be some weird baby-trapping plot. Okay, now, does he or does he NOT... need to burn your house down?

Talk fast.

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @lolottes @the-witchhunter @hypewinter @ailithnight @mutable-manifestation

Okay okay okay kindred theater kids yes but hear me out!

If they jumped into a different dimension imagine those musicals don’t even exist in DC?!!! So they just don’t explain, commit to the bit!!! And hey Danny doesn’t want to a hero anyway! This is a great cover story so that maybe he’d be left alone for once! (Cue Constantine panic lol.)

Also like hey! What Sam does with her life is her business!!!

Maybe they let Jason in on it after finding out he’s liminal and Jason is ecstatic! A whole other universe filled with unseen musicals!

Or maybe the musicals only exist in amity- feels like a place that would have Beetlejuice as a popular story lol!

Danny tucker and sam are board in their new Gotham apartment so with nothing to do they deside the most logical course of action

They reenacted the song say my name from beetlejuice the musical now they didn't really mean any harm just casual theatre teen fun

Too bad the bats only see a girl about to jump and 3 spectres offering help (one possibly a demon trying to get the girl to invoke his name 3 times)

There are certain truths to life:

Batman was always going to exist.

Danny was always going to have a connection to ghosts.

And Vlad will always get his heart broken in the end- really he should have know. Better.

- Wherein Bruce Wayne and Vlad Masters fall in love.

But Plasmius and Batman despise each other.

- Vlad really thought he had found the one this time charming, lovingly ditzy, and much like himself a serial adopter!

And if Bruce’s looks reminded him of Jack, and his sharp whit reminded him of Maddie well it’s not as if Vlad had anyone to tell.

Vlad only had himself to blame really, he had been to blind to see it to stupidly love struck to connect the dots.

Scars nether of them mentioned, they’re respective children being a bit - unusual, running away at awkward times.

The paranoia came later, the insistence on keeping him safe, the begging to have his wizard friend look over his ‘magical’ children “just in case”. The Justice league- Batman- the contingency plans.

Even then Vlad could make a thousand excuses, he could even forgive. The same way he had with….But nothing could go back to the way things were.

Being concerned about his son klarion was reasonable, his clone sons understandable really, his demon daughter (if she hadn’t gotten hurt) mildly fair, but targeting Billy crossed a line!

Ghost helpline part 13 Neutral Ground

Diana and Clark had fought for more information. Boston needed more time to convince Jason Blood to help and Dick was still talking Raven out of retirement.

They needed more information, it was late, everyone was tired, and frankly this had grown into a bigger problem than Batman’s paranoia over a child demon. If shit hit the fan, a war between the magic community and humans could start. They need to know if a human group had made disease and they needed proof. The league needed to know the political landscape before doing anything more than cure administration. Which would take days.

Diana and Clark are reasonable good friends. They would later force Bruce to leave with his children and lock the zeta tube to the tower behind them.

—- —- —-

Jack had been born on the fourth day of the fourth month at the tail end of the Qin Dynasty in a bustling prefecture of China.

Jack had been born already dead. Skin white as snow, ruby eyes wide open, sunlight causing him pain. His mother attempted to love him, she did. She would braid his faded ginger hair away from his face and buy him small sweets when he behaved correctly. She tried.

At the age of six he had been given to his grandmother. He was moved away from the city to a backwater town in the midst of nowhere.

At seven his grandmother spent money they didn’t have for a doctor. He called them an albino. The town called him demon.

At age eight war came and he never saw his mother again. He didn’t have the courage to ask grandmother if it was done on purpose or not.

At nine grandmother introduces him to a man that will change his fate.

The first time Jack meets Violet, he’s ten hiding from bullies in the forest. She stands heads taller than him, drenched in blood, dark claws growing from her finger tips holding someone’s entrails.

She’s the most beautiful thing the little Chinese boy has ever seen.

The second time they meet, Jack is eleven eating alone. She sits at his table without horns and nobody notices.

The third time they meet, Jack is twelve and lost. She explains to him that his self pity is unattractive and that he is wasting his life.

The fourth time they meet, Jack is fourteen and his grandmother has died. She tells him that his existence is natural. He notices that he is finally taller than her, she hasn’t aged a day.

At fifteen he can no longer bare the cruel words and actions of the village. He runs away and decides to give Violet his name the next time he sees her.

At sixteen he is freezing to death too tired to move, then the man corners him.

He never makes it to seventeen.

—- —- —-

Boston had a knack for information gathering but this job was going to be difficult. Rumors so many rumors. But Boston at least knew these main things about magic society that everyone knew:

1 - Vampires and Werewolves hate each other to the point of fighting on site

2- You never ask a ghost why they died

3- Any Atlantean on land is considered neutral ground NO fighting

4- Every species has their own royals

Boston finished writing it all down and left the watchtower last with John and Zatanna. He hoped it would help.

—- —- —-

Violet lands on her ass in alley way in Gotham. It’s cold, dark and she has no energy left to teleport again. Her skin stings as she shifts slow and stuttered. Her hair grows and flattens straight down like a pin. Her eyes water as they go from gold to purple. Her scars tuck themselves away from prying eyes. Her horns imply vanish she’s not sure at all about where they go when she does this.

She’s still in her dress from days ago. Her front is dripping in a wet viscous fluid. It’s a disgusting orange color chin is of something falling to the floor. She smells rancid.

This is fine. She’s fine. Now that she’s properly awake all she needs to do is find a phone. Hers having gotten smashed before the move, multiple times. She had already destroyed three this month.

Alright, she picked her self up. She has a plan. Find a phone.

Across the street lights blare.

The Ice Berg Lounge.

—- —- —-

Bruce stubbles out of the zeta tube dead on his feet. Maybe just maybe he had been too harsh on Konstelacio. She had helped them a lot, and while her ‘price’ was worrisome Bruce knew it could have been a lot worse. It left a bitter feeling in his mouth. An unknown having any control over a leaguer, even a non powered individual, didn’t sit right with him.

He needed contingencies against her.

He needed contingencies for her too. She had looked sick, he had noticed Barry running to get a trash can.

Bruce and his kids began to strip off their clothing changing into civilian clothes. Bruce got as far as his pants when his kids conversation caught up with him.

“I know Dami I’m just worried! How could our new neighbor just let his kids wander Gotham! And apparently now the man is alone at his house! He’s so going to get robbed.”

“Tt- the two that we meet shall still be there.”

“I dunno Dami if I was that age and all my siblings were out I’d leave too.”

Neighbors? No they couldn’t possibly have new neighbors the closet house to them was the Drake Manor…. Oh. He probably owed Tim an apology but how could his son decide something like that with out him!

And he apparently had sold it to someone who let their kids run around Gotham to boot! Was the Drake house cursed to have neglected kids within its walls. Neglected kids like Tim. Not again! Not On His Watch!

The car ride only served to make him more upset. Masters? Seriously? That pompous asshole. The man was aggravating, Bruce considered it a blessing they hadn’t crossed each other often in galas. It was a bit of a mystery where he had fucked off to all these years, tho Bruce took the new kids as a simple explanation. His new found lack of villainess behavior could also be attributed to his new found fatherhood. Which made him better than most sadly. Still tho! Batman didn’t trust him not at all.

The millionaire made his way to the front door, a pan lasagna in his hand, and survived the area…. Not a single camera. He knocked. Twice.

After a few minutes the door opened and the vigilante dredged up the most innocent Brucie smile he had. The door opened and he almost dropped the pasta.

The man who opened the door was bleary-eyed, yawning softly. He was wearing a “today is paw-fect” shirt. Baby pink, two sizes too short exposing his muffin top. His pants were fuzzy and matched his open robe.

Bruce gulped at the sight of him. His long platinum hair tangled and frizzed. Cornflower blue eyes looked up at him filled with mirth.

“Well then I’m going to assume your partying had you losing track of time neighbor mine. It’s a bit late but if you’d like to come inside, that pan looks heavy…. Hello?”

The way the man had said ‘mine’ had Bruce feeling warm and … oh oh no. He was in trouble.

Omg yes I love it

And also…. Fruit Bat

DP X DC Idea:

Post Redemption Arc Vlad Masters is wandering around San Fransico as Plasmius and discovers a teenage boy (Tim Drake/Robin) in a secret lab under the Teen Titans Tower desperately attempting to create a clone of his dead best friend (Kon).

Vlad: Oh. I know how to do this! Also Vlad: ... ... Should I though?

Cue: Tim and Vlad bonding

Though whether it's through a mutual "We tried to clone a person and failed to create what we wanted to create" sort of bonding thing or more of Vlad going: "Hey, this isn't going to work, but I'll help you anyways with this while also helping you realize it's not going to work and let you work through your grief in the process and maybe just maybe...we can become our own found family together?"