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Hello! Welcome to my blog!
You can call me Ace!
I will post/reblog content about my interests, such as Billy Batson/Shazam/Captain Marvel, Pokémon, Paleontology, and others (mostly in crossovers, or in reblogs)
I will also sometimes post art/fanart!
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Mitosis
(set in an AU where Mary and Freddy are both small in their champion form, and Billy doesn't work for Whiz yet.)
Almost everyone knew the marvels. The magical sunny trio, who always seemed joined at the hip. Where one went, the other two were never too far behind.
Of course, with Captain Marvel being the oldest and looking very similar to the other two (Black hair, blue eyes, you get the idea) everyone thought the same thing; “Cap is the father of Mary Marvel and Captain Marvel Jr. Come on, it's even in the name!”
No one, from the public or the superhero community ever brought it up with them, because 'Well, it's obvious!'
..And then the Captain told them they were completely wrong.
/ / /
Superman, while in a casual conversation with the other leaguers, refers to Marvel Jr. As Captain Marvel's son.
Cap, who happened to overhear: “Son? Jr is my older brother.”
[Shocked pause]
GA, gobsmacked: “Why is he called Jr then?”
Cap, a little taken aback by the apparent shock this was to the others: “Well, to be honest, when Jr was coming up with a name, i suggested Jr, because he was smaller than me, and the name stuck.”
GA, still blue screening the fact that Jr was not Cap's son: “Wow.”
GL, waving his hands frantically to accentuate his point: “Are we just gonna pass over the fact Cap just said Jr was older than him?”
Plastic man, jokingly: “Next he's gonna tell us Mary Marvel isn't his daughter either.”
[Cap shoots Plas a look, and before he can speak up, Plastic man continues, his joking tone nowhere to be seen, now in it's place, an almost disbelieving one.]
Plastic man, incredulous: “Oh my God, you are.”
Cap, nodding in agreement: “She's my twin.
[Que various noises of surprise all around the table.]
/ / /
After a few days of Marvel trying to clear up the misunderstanding, it was quite clear a lot of the leaguers simply didn't believe him. Either chalking it up to magic shenanigans or just really doubting he could be younger than Freddy, even though it was so apparent he 'wasn't.'
So, they decided to pull a prank.
With the help of a spell, he aged his Champion form down to the age of his siblings, and dressed up as Mary.
They couldn't wait to see their faces when they saw not one, but two 'Mary Marvels' flying around the watchtower.
After all, they were twins. And what better way to prove it than the classic twin switch-up?
/ / /
Flash, rubbing his eyes before looking again: “I'm not seeing things, am i? Please tell me i've not gone crazy.”
WW, shaking her head: “No. You are seeing things correctly. There's two of our friend present.”
Flash, now a bit worried: “Has Mary been cloned, or is being followed by a doppelganger?”
WW, tilting her head a bit, trying to remember something: “Not that i recall. Maybe you could ask her about it? She doesn't seem concerned about the 'clone'.”
Flash, slapping his forehead in a 'why didn't i do that earlier?' way: “Good idea.”
[Flash goes over to the two Marys (Maries?). When he arrives, one of them beams.]
Billy: “Hi, Flash! How are you doing?”
Flash: “Good! Well, i've been meaning to ask you.. uh, something.”
Mary, grinning: “Well, go ahead.”
Flash, a bit too bluntly: “Why are there two of you?”
Billy, with the most cheerful voice ever: “Mitosis!”
Flash: “Mitosis?!”
Mary, saying this as if it was the most obvious thing: “Why do you think there's only one big Marvel, and the rest of us are small? We separated from the captain recently.”
Billy, holding in a laugh: “But keep it secret, okay? Me and the others trust you to never tell anyone our secret.”
Flash, who is like 'WTF did i just hear': “Uhh.. sure. I won't tell anyone.”
[The two proceed to tell everyone the supposed 'Secret.' Only years later the League would find out it was a prank, when Billy and Mary showed them their civillian forms. They still use the 'Mitosis' as a inside joke when a new member joins the League.]
the picture of billy in a sailor moon pose just wouldn’t leave my mind after i saw this repost! @anrentadashi, this is for you 🫶🫶
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I can't imagine what the justice league meetings are like with Captain Marvel (Billy) discussing why are these women's jaws are falling off? Since Fawcett is stuck in the 1950s and all that stuff, they would have 1950s problem. You guys have heard of the radium clocks and Jaws, lobotomies, and all those stuff right? so imagine Billy telling the JL about these things and their just absolutely gobsmacked.
Bat-brood: I would like each and every member to tell the problems of their area's at this meeting now.
Flash: Central's been great, no complaints here.
Superman: Lex hasn't been up to anything in metropolis, I would say it's in good shape.
Captain Marvel: Fawcett has been doing good. But there was an influx in fallen jaws and everything, our doctors really can't figure what's happening.
Que the silence
Green lantern: ...What?
Captain Marvel: That's what I'm saying, and all the lobotomies are driving me insane. I've always been against it and all, but these pi-criminals has been crazy lately..
Plastic Man: WHAT???
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Injustice Spirit
(Injustice Ghost, part two)
(I'm so happy for the support on the first part, i'm glad you all liked it! :) Anyways, heads up again, this will talk about what happened to Billy in injustice, have some blood, and angst.)
According to the other members of the League, Diana is the last person the ghost showed himself to.
The Leaguers don't even got to ask the boy's name, as after he appeared to Clark, he stayed silent, ever watching. Arthur has said he's been feeling watched lately, same with Barry, Hal and Bruce.
They all started to notice scratch marks appearing on some places. The Zeta tubes, by example. The scratch marks look like somebody desperately scratched at it after failing to operate the Zeta, and was trying to get out.
Diana sighed, walking to the observation deck. Maybe watching the vastness of space and the bright stars will clear her mind?
When she arrived, she noticed someone sitting on the floor by one of the big windows, looking outside, hand on the reinforced glass.
“It's the ghost.”
Was Dianas first thought upon seeing him. The ghost was indeed as small as everyone said he was, and even more frail. He looked like if a strong bit of wind would knock him over, if ghosts could even be knocked over or touched by the wind.
Melancholy was clear on the spirit's face, reflected by the glass. He seemed not to notice Diana walked in, even though her reflection should be on the glass, too. Maybe he was deep in thought.
Diana didn't want to interrupt the poor boy, but he seemed just.. so lonely. Bruce had said that everyone's accounts, except for Clark's and Barry's, were extremely brief encounters. No words were exchanged, only the brief surprise of encountering the ghost, and him being surprised at being seen, before vanishing yet again.
The sound of Diana's boots echoed against the silence of the room as she approached the ghost as silently as she could, not wanting to scare him.
“It's beautiful, isn't it?”
Diana said, as the spirit's head snapped to her in an instant, startled even though she said it as calm and as quiet as she could.
The ghost watched her like a wounded animal, wary, and looking for any reason to bolt. Yet, he didn't. He wordlessly nodded, and Diana looked at the glass once again.
“The stars are so bright. Sometimes, i still stop just to admire how pretty they are.”
She mused, as the stars seemed to shine brighter in response to her compliment.
The ghost (They really needed to find out his name. it seemed so wrong to just call someone 'the ghost' or 'the boy' all the time.) seemed to think, but his head didn't leave Diana's direction, so she assumed he was still looking at her, shoulders looking tense.
..Until suddenly, they weren't as tense, as he relaxed a littlest bit.
“You really aren't anything like her.”
The ghost noted, his words repeating in a echo. Diana didn't how what he meant. Maybe she reminded him of somebody he used to know?
“You're good. Strong, but not evil. A inspiration, a hero. You're what she should have been. What she once was.”
Is what the ghost followed up with, his voice choked. The boy's arms started to shake.
Diana looked at the poor soul in front of him with concern. Who was 'she'? Did she hurt him? Is 'she' the one who killed him? So many questions, yet none of those she would have asked. He doesn't need questioning, he obviously needs someone to be there for him. To hear him.
“I'm sorry.”
Is what Diana started with, as the ghost looked up at her. She just knew that if the ghost had eyes, he would be holding tears back as she spoke.
“I may not know who you're talking about, but she doesn't sound lovely. I'm sorry you had an bad experience with her.”
That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back, as a choked sob left the ghost, his whole body now shaking, small droplets of blood leaving the holes of where his eyes should be, imitating tears.
He threw himself at Diana, hugging her, as if he let go, she would be gone. His small figure shaking like a leaf as sniffles and sobs left him. Interestingly enough, he seemed somewhat more solid, and didn't phrase right through Diana, like what happened to Clark.
“You're g-good, right? Y-you wouldn't..”
He said between sobs. Diana noticed that her clothes and armour would be very bloody with tears, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She slowly hugged the crying boy back, using one hand to run her fingers through the small boy's hair, hoping to calm his desperate sobs down.
“T-they used me. I was b-blind and d-dumb and so stupid and..”
The boy continued, not letting go of the hug but now trying to look up at Diana.
Diana shot him a look that she hoped was comforting. She may not know what happened to him, but he clearly needed to get this out. The poor boy seemed to hesitate for a bit.
“You aren't dumb or stupid. Please, don’t beat yourself up like that, dear.”
That seemed to give the boy courage, as he let go of one hand to wipe away tears with his sleeve, the bright red hoodie now having a bit of blood on it.
“I-i thought we were doing the right thing..”
The spirit said, looking up at Diana. He couldn't look smaller like this, and it breaks Diana's heart.
“T-they called themselves heroes. Nobody stopped him.. they just... watched.”
Oh. Is the poor boy a villain victim? The thought of failing someone like him, leading to his death, hurt Diana even more. She didn't know the boy, but she would be damned if she let anyone ever hurt him again. And so, she hug him a little bit tigher, whispering encouragements as the boy paused to sob, his face now running with the bloody tear tracks.
“Grundy w-was the one who buried me. i n-never went home.”
That seemed to remind the ghost of something. Diana frowned. Who did that? Who was cruel enough to let someone like Grundy bury a child?
“Oh g-gods i never went home. M-Mary.. F-Freddy.. t-they're all still waiting.”
Oh.
He had a family. A family who didn't know he was murdered in cold blood and let to be buried by a villain. She didn't think this could get worse, but yet, it kept getting worse.
“T-they're still in the danger.. AND I CAN'T HELP THEM!”
This launched the ghost to a panic, pushing himself off the hug as he grasped his head. Diana felt so impossibly lost. She wanted to help him, but she didn't know what to or not to say- the poor ghost just realized his family probably just thought he was missing, and, according to him, were also in danger.
Diana grasped his shoulder gently as the spirit started to hyperventilate.
“Hey, hey. Could you look at me?”
Shakily, the ghost's head turned to her.
“Thank you. Could you imitate my breathing?”
Diana inhaled, then exhaled slowly, trying to get the ghost to copy her. When she noticed he was trying to, she smiled.
“Yes, just like that. You're doing great.”
The spirit continued until his breathing leveled up again and he slumped against Diana, utterly exhausted.
“I'm sorry.”
He apologized, wiping his bloody tears yet again, this time with the other sleeve.
Diana simply hugged him again.
“You don't need to apologize for anything, sweetheart. You did nothing wrong.”
The boy slowly nodded, and seemingly fell asleep, utterly exhausted, probably both mentally and phisically.
“I promise i won't be like those who hurt you. Nobody will ever hurt you again, if i have anything to say about it.”
She pet him, now looking up the glass, at the stars.
They truly looked beautiful.
/ / /
(Part 2 done! This will have a part 3, and it will be the final part.)
Injustice Ghost
(Putting out an Halloween post because why not? By the way, there will be mentions of blood and death, since this will talk about Injustice Billy, and what happened to him.)
Captain Marvel was missing.
Of course, the superhero comunnity was after the answers to what happened, and only got to know some things.
1-This was probably Circe's doing, going by the way the runes they found.
2-It could be undone.
3-The captain switched places with someone- and that someone could have come from anywhere in the multiverse. So, alternative universes were not out of the table.
It was going to be a long week, but it will be worth it.
/ / /
After a long mission and even longer meeting about said mission, Barry was hungry, (Well, running for a long time with no food and super fast metabolism does that to someone) and so decided to eat something in the Watchtower's kitchen.
As it was night and some people decided to go straight to bed after mission, some lights were off. When Barry opened the door leading to the kitchen, he headed for the light switch.
..That is, until he saw something in the dark. The only thing lightning up the room being the faint lights the window provided.
The thing he saw looked.. small. Where it eyes should be, Barry could see right through.
“Hello?”
Barry asked, and received no answer. As the silence dragged on, he decided to flip the light switch he was reaching for earlier. Maybe it was nothing after all?
As the lights came to life, Barry saw the figure. No, the boy.
He was indeed small, maybe 8 to 9 years old. Skinny, too. The weirdest thing about him was that he simply didn't have eyes. Where his eyes should be, there were simply nothing, the borders of where the eyes were supposed to be were caked in blood. In fact, the boy himself seemed see-through, transparent.
The child, who was looking at the window previously, startled when the lights came on, looking at Barry directly before vanishing into thin air.
“Oookay. That happened. Good to know the watchtower's haunted.”
/ / /
Barry: “Did i tell you guys what i saw in the kitchen last night?”
GL (Hal): “No? What did you see?”
Barry: “I think i saw a spirit. No, i'm sure i saw a spirit. Or a ghost.”
GL, in a disbelieving tone: “Dude, what? Are you serious?”
Barry: “I swear. It was a child, and when i flipped the light on, it just looked up at me and vanished! Gone!”
Clark, who was more believing: “So, you're saying the watchtower's haunted? How would this ghost even get here?”
[Barry shrugs]
/ / /
Clark thinks he finally understands what Barry means when he comes face to face with the ghost himself.
This time, it was in the watchtower's recreation room.
Since a meeting was to start soon enough, Clark decided to be extra early, and waited patiently in the recreation room. Currently, he was the only one here, as Bruce was in the meeting room already, probably planning how it will go.
According to the jornal Clark was reading, today was a slow day, with only Central and Gotham being attacked by major villains today, what most likely will be brought up in the meeting.
A shuffling sound besides Clark had him looking up from the jornal, looking directly at something that he had heard about before.
“..You're the ghost Flash told me about, aren't you?”
He asked the spirit, who looked at him blankly.
“You.”
It said. It's voice had an echo quality to it, and was so impossibly quiet, almost a whisper.
“Me? What about me?”
Clark asked the boy, confused.
“Why?”
It questioned, instead of answering.
“Huh?”
The boy stepped closer, as if analyzing Clark's very being.
“Why?”
It repeated, louder and clearer this time. Clark was sure if this.. person (?) had eyebrows, he would be frowning.
“I'm sorry, i don't understand what you mean.”
Clark told the spirit, with an apologetic tone in his voice. It was more than clear this ghost was trying to tell him something, ask him something. And yet, it wasn't able to, or rather, couldn't bring itself to.
The ghost got even closer, one hand pointing to it's eyes.
“This. Why?”
It asked, it's voice filled with hurt, betrayal. Like Clark himself had done something unforgivable.
“..You're asking me why are your.. uh.. eyes that way?”
The ghost shook it's head 'no', and then used the finger that was pointing to it's 'eyes' to get some of the blood in it's face, and proceeded to walked even closer to Clark, now directly in front of him.
As Clark was about to ask something, the boy began floating. The spirit floated up, until it was eye level with him, and put the finger on the jornal Clark was holding, the bloody fingerprint being fixated on a specific news title.
“Multiple innocent lives unfortunately lost in sudden villain attack!”
These words now stood out against the other news coming from Gotham. Clark just read about this- Joker had escaped Arkham yet again, but this time, without anyone knowing, and had planted a bomb on park. Hidden from anyone's view, it went off, killing some people who were just enjoying the afternoon in the park that day.
“Were you one of Joker's victims, little one?”
Clark questioned in the soft tone he uses with scared children- since others in the league don't talk much with civillians after savings, the responsibility almost always falls either on his, Diana's or (surprisingly) Bruce's shoulders.
If this was the spirit of a child who's life was lost in a tragic accident like this, Clark would stop at nothing to give it rest. No one deserved to be stuck, especially since this ghost didn't seem all that happy.
..is what he thought, until the ghost shook it's head no, and then paused.
“Joker? But..”
It's voice was quieter again. It- no, he, looked like he realized something.
"..joker's dead. You..”
Before any questions could be asked, the ghost spoke up again.
“You aren't him, are you? I don't belong here. i don't want to be here. Go away!”
Was the last thing Clark heard the boy say, before he pushed him (or tried to, really, he phased right through him) and disappeared into nothingness, just like Barry had told him he had done before.
This isn't just a silly little fact told by friends to scare each other. The watchtower truly is haunted.
/ / /
(this will have a part 2, i just don't know when)
Pokémon x Captain Marvel
One of the fondest memories Billy has of his parents is one he will never forget.
His dad, C.C and Marilyn, his mom, had come home with a surprise.
C.C, cheerfully: “Billy, Mary! Come downstairs!”
Marilyn: “We have a surprise for you two!”
As the two eight year old twins sped down the stairs (still taking care to not trip), they saw the surprise- one of each of his parents arms.
C.C: “Do you two know what these are?”
Mary: “Is it.. an egg?”
Billy, who absolutely LOVES pokémon: “Are those pokémon eggs??”
Marilyn, chuckling: “Yes, yes, you're both right, dearies. These are your very own pokémon eggs.”
Billy and Mary, both over the moon: “REALLY?”
C.C: “Really. Now, how about we heat them up?”
Mary: “Yes, please!”
/ / /
Two weeks later, the eggs finally hatched.
Billy: “Mom? Dad! Something's happening to the eggs!”
Mary: “They're shaking!”
C.C and Marilyn, who came to check in and saw both eggs shaking, and cracked: “Oh!”
C.C: “They're hatching!”
Marilyn: “Quick, grab the camera!”
As C.C grabs the camera, both eggs finally hatch, revealing two very small Shinx.
Marilyn: “Oh, they're perfect, don't you think so sweethearts?”
Mary and Billy, who are looking at the kits like they hanged the moon in the sky: “Yes!!”
C.C, laughing at their enthusiasm: “Way to go, champs. I just know you will make great partners.”
The Shinx mew, looking up at their trainers.
/ / /
A year later, Billy's life goes downhill.
His parents pass away in a unfortunate plane crash while on a work trip, and Mary has gone missing.
His uncle, Ebenezer, took all his inheritance money, and threw him and his Shinx, now named Tawny, to the streets, making them homeless.
This year is also the year when itty bitty Billy becomes the champion of magic, blessed by the gods.
When he shouted the name of the wizard who gave him his connection to his patrons, he became a superhero, someone powerful, kind and to be looked up to- Captain Marvel.
And that is not all- the divine lighting that strikes Billy to transform him can also split, hitting Tawny, and turning him from a small little Shinx who only knows Spark, to a big and mighty Raikou, one of the most famous superhero pokémons of all time.
/ / /
Billy is 10 and looking at the sunset from one of the highest buildings in Fawcett city with Tawny when out of nowhere, they hear something land behind them.
Tawny, who was almost sleeping at being pet, startles, getting up along with Marvel to look behind them.
..Only to see Batman, and his terrifying Noivern. One of, if not THE most skillfull pokémon and trainer duo, ever.
Batman: “Captain Marvel, right?”
Marvel, still processing on why Batman is in Fawcett, and in the same rooftop as him: “Oh.. yes, right, Mr. Batman sir.”
Batman: “I've come to let you know that you are formally invited to the Justice League. You don't need to make an decision now, but-”
Marvel, with no hesitation: “Yes.”
Batman: “..Understood, we're glad to have you.”
Marvel, with the biggest smile ever: “Thank you for the invite!”
/ / /
Some days later, and he meets with the people he'd idolized basically his whole life.
Superman and his trusty Dragonite, the Flash and his Jolteon, Wonder Woman and her Aegislash.. the list goes on!
One day, at the watchtower (wow, he really did come far, didn't he? This is a whole space station!) that Billy realized some things-
Tawny is the only legendary pokémon in the team so far. And, as everybody knows, legendary pokémon are both extremely rare and hard to catch. Funnily enough, he never thought of a cover story to how he met Tawny.
GA, who some minutes ago was training with his Decidueye: “Hey, Cap?”
Marvel, who was petting Tawny, the big cat purring loudly: “Huh? Yes?”
GA: “How did you catch Raikou? Aren't those rare, since only Ho-ohs can create them?”
Marvel, internally blue screening: “Oh! Um. Yes. So.. Tawny just.. he chose me! Yeah. Came right up to me and clicked his head against the poké ball. Isn't that right, Tawny?”
Tawny, looking at Billy with a look that screams 'Really? That's what you came up with?': “Rai.”
(By the way, when the twins reunite, i think Mary's Shinx would turn into a Zeraora.)
The Justice League's social media
The justice league decides to make social media, specifically for the league itself.
They all agree to share that someone would manage it, since everyone at once would be way too chaotic.
Billy, sensing a way to do some tomfoolery agrees to be the social media manager, along with Freddy and Mary.
Cue Gen Z humour. (And of course, actual important stuff. What? Don't look at them, they know how to balance funny and serious.)
They all like to post some random silly things, like that time they caught GA asleep and decided to draw another moustache for him, but they also post notices like "Villain caught in [ ] city!" (Mostly Mary does that, but sometimes, the others do too.)
Batman: “Marvel? Marvel, could you explain something to me?”
Cap: “Oh, sure! What is it?”
Batman, showing a image of an actual post of the Justice League twitter account: “What is this?”
Cap, who just knows this was freddy's doing: “Uhhhhhh...”
(The post in question)
Scp x Captain Marvel
(Why? Because i am going feral for this idea. I am crawling up the walls. Foaming at the mouth. If i could write fics, THIS would be the one, but since i can't, i'll just write this long idea)
Billy (in cap form) is sent into a portal when fighting an magical villain who was attacking Fawcett. The portal leads him to another dimension, where he lands on a populated area. Phones are drawn, videos are taken.
Billy gets nervous. Where was he? Why are people recording him? This for sure isn't Fawcett or anywhere near, judging by their amazed and scared faces.
Billy flies down to the crowd to try and reassure them that everything's fine, but as he lands, the crowd scatters away. Billy didn't think it would be nice to follow them, so he left it at that and flew off, exploring this small city he ended up in.
After a good while of just flying around, he decides enough's enough and goes down to a place he deemed "safe" and de-transforms back to his human form.
What Billy didn't see was a camera on the other side of the road, that saw what looked like an flying man land on an alley, and proceeding to be struck by lighting after yelling 'SHAZAM!' (that surged out of nowhere in broad daylight and in a clear sky), after which a small child comes out of said alley, no sign if the man was ever present.
The SCP foudation executives catch wind of this "Flying man" and quickly get up to capture him, seeing the videos circulating around Social media (and deleting them, not to cause more panic) to locate where exactly it is.
They narrow it down to a small city and dispatch a MTF squad to find the child, now nicknamed SCP-6514-1, contain it, and bring it back to the foundation for further inspection.
As nightfall came, Billy was searching a place where he could sleep safely. This new world didn't seem to have heroes (or, as far as he'd seen) but crime might still be big.
When he left yet another building he thought was safe (an abandoned parking lot didn't seem that welcoming if it rained), he heard footsteps. Multiple footsteps, loud against the pavement.
Billy heart started beating faster, but before he could even think of looking back, an dart shot out from behind him, hitting his arm. Billy instantly felt different- sleepy, drowzy, just, not good, as various masked and armed people came out of his surroundings and picked him up, leading to some sort of car or van (Billy couldn't really tell, he was too busy trying to keep awake.)
When he woke up, he was muzzled. It was not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough he couldn't let a single word out.
He scratched at it to try to get it off to no avail, and just as he was about to give up, the door to the room he was trapped in opened, with the same men who captured him escorting him back to another room- this one being fully white, and being separated by some kind of reinforced glass. He was brought to to one side of the room, and another person awaited on the other side. A nametag on his lab coat reads “Dr. Peter S.”
Dr. Peter: “Hello, SCP-6514-1.”
The man said, getting a note book and a pencil and giving it to Billy,
Dr. Peter: “We would like if you'd answer some of our questions. We assure you, you won't be harmed in any way unless you attack us first and we see the need of self-defense.”
Billy: “...”
Dr. Peter: “I'll take that as an 'yes'. Now, what are your powers?”
Billy, writing down in his note book: “Why would i tell you? You just kidnapped me!”
Dr. Peter: “Well, you see, you are an anomaly. You came out of nowhere, causing mass panic, demonstrating supernatural powers above any normal human's. Could you see how that's a cause for concern, 6514?”
Billy, a bit annoyed at the nickname: “I can see how that would be weird, but not weird enough to kidnap me over! And what's with the numbers?”
Dr. Peter: “The numbers are simply for identitication's sake. And for any intends and purposes, you could pose a threat to humanity, so i find it's enough to capture you over.”
Billy: “Threat to humanity? But i'm just a normal boy!”
Dr. Peter: “How come?”
Billy: “i'm the Whiz kid! I work for the radio!”
Dr. Peter, writing this all down: “Uh huh. I see how you can be an 'normal child', but what about 6514-2, your flying-thunder summoning counterpart?”
Billy, frozen at the mention of marvel: “..I don't know what you're talking about.”
Dr. Peter: “6514, we saw it. It's why we captured you. There's no need to try and say you don't know.”
Billy, with a defeated look: “That's Captain Marvel. A superhero.”
Dr. Peter, with an eyebrow raised, obviously doubting it, yet still writing it down: “Uh huh..? And what exactly does he do?”
Billy: “i save people. I defeat villains. It's what heroes do, isn't it?”
Dr. Peter: “Yeah, i'd think so. But tell me, what is a child like you doing as an superhero? Shouldn't you be at school?”
Billy, writing something and scribbling over it trying to find the right words: “I can't go to school.”
Dr. Peter: “Okay. Well, where did you live, then?”
Billy: “I lived in Fawcett city. You know, the magic one?”
Dr. Peter, writing down stuff: “i never heard of it, and i'm pretty sure there aren't magic cities.”
Billy, a bit upset: “Look, i was just fighting a villain and a portal i accidentaly fell into put me here! I just wanna go home!”
Dr. Peter: “And home is Fawcett?”
Billy: “No, no! Away from here, anywhere but here! I don't want to be here, everyone should be so worried! And i'll not be there for the people i swore to protect!”
Dr. Peter, with a small worried look, collects all his stuff and gets up, looking at the MTF guards on stand by: “I think we've done enough today. Bring 6514-1 back, he's too emotionally charged right now. Besides, we've already got a lot of information.”
As he heads out to leave, Billy knocks on the glass and puts up the notebook.
Billy: “Could i keep the notebook?”
Dr. Peter, thinking it over, since it is a small decision but if anything goes haywire he would be to blame: “hmm.. okay.”
/////
Billy curls up in the first cell he was brought back to, thinking about ways to escape and if the justice league will be able to find him.
“Stupid portal.. making me go to some weird place i don't know..”
Billy thinks, as he draws in the small note book and glares at the camera and it's blinking red dot.
Suddenly, the lights go out in his room. Was it night?
Oh well.
He hopes tomorrow the league will already be here. He misses Mary and Freddy.
The marvelous robins
After being found out about being children, Billy and Mary have to be trained on ther de-powered forms, since it's agreed they won't stop being heroes as their powered forms, at least they could know how to defend themselves if danger comes and they can't transform.
The idea is simple; Billy and Mary train for a few weeks on the watchtower after duty for at least 3 times a week for 4 weeks, and after that, shadow another hero with their training for another two for good measure.
The twins choose Batman after they complete their training, and become the brand new Robins.
Cut to Gotham, where out of nowhere Batman shows up to bust a drug ring with three whole robins.
Crook 1, over the phone with a drug lord:“Boss, we're done for!”
Drug lord: “What did you do? Did you run into the Red Hood?”
Crook 2, panicking: “No, but at this point, it might be even worse!”
Drug lord: “What could be worse than the Red Hood?”
Crook 1: “Batman brought out a whole flock of Robins!”
Crook 2: “Two of them are using some kind of taser-thingies, boss man! It's not looking good!”
Drug lord: “WHAT? The bat has brought out even MORE robins?! Wasn't the bloodthirsty katana one enough?!”
//
Red Hood, coming home after a good while, finding two more children in the mannor: “..Really, Bruce? Two more?”
Batman: “Hmmn.”
Red Hood, sighing, looking over to the two new children, in full Robin get-up, sparring against each other: “Where did you even get those two? Don't tell me you just snatched them from the street.”
Batman: “No, they're here because of the league.”
Red Hood: “The WHAT.”
The marvelous robins
After being found out about being children, Billy and Mary have to be trained on their de-powered forms, since it's agreed they won't stop being heroes as their powered forms, at least they could know how to defend themselves if danger comes and they can't transform.
The idea is simple; Billy and Mary train for a few weeks on the watchtower after duty for at least 3 times a week for 4 weeks, and after that, shadow another hero with their training for another two for good measure.
The twins choose Batman after they complete their training, and become the brand new Robins.
Cut to Gotham, where out of nowhere Batman shows up to bust a drug ring with three whole robins.
Crook 1, over the phone with a drug lord:“Boss, we're done for!”
Drug lord: “What did you do? Did you run into the Red Hood?”
Crook 2, panicking: “No, but at this point, it might be even worse!”
Drug lord: “What could be worse than the Red Hood?”
Crook 1: “Batman brought out a whole flock of Robins!”
Crook 2: “Two of them are using some kind of taser-thingies, boss man! It's not looking good!”
Drug lord: “WHAT? The bat has brought out even MORE robins?! Wasn't the bloodthirsty katana one enough?!”
//
Red Hood, coming home after a good while, finding two more children in the mannor: “..Really, Bruce? Two more?”
Batman: “Hmmn.”
Red Hood, sighing, looking over to the two new children, in full Robin get-up, sparring against each other: “Where did you even get those two? Don't tell me you just snatched them from the street.”
Batman: “No, they're here because of the league.”
Red Hood: “The WHAT.”
(related to last post, some Cryptid Captain Marvel doodles i made)
(inspired by Puppetmaster13u's Cryptid AU, please check it out, it's amazing)
(formating inspired by Wonderjanga since i'm extremely new to Tumblr and tought it looked neat)
Inside Fawcett city, creatures of any kind were welcomed and seen as normal. An walking, talking, crocodile? Yeah, that's just Peter. A minotaur sharing a lemonade with an vampire? That's just Jeff and Jasmine.
Captain Marvel, the city's hero, though, seemed human. (or Kryptonian.. but there are records of kryptonite being thrown at him and him being fine if not confused)
Now, imagine if Billy (and thus, Captain Marvel) were cryptids who use magic to make an illusion to fool others into thinking he's more human-like, in an effort to appear less threatening, scary or weird.
His cape? That's his wings. When up in the air, the illusion magic makes them look like they're floating, but they're actually beating to make sure Marvel stays up in the air. When not in use, they fold in his back to appear more like well.. an cape.
When he joins the Justice league, he's oblivious to the gossip mill his teammates created.
Hal: “Dude, i'm telling you, he's not human.”
Barry: “What else could he be, then? Like, it's a given he's at least some type of meta, but what exactly? Kryptonian? An regular human with powers that can rival superman's?”
Diana: (a bit distracted, not paying full attention to the gossip) “My guess would be that he has some connection to the greek gods. He does mention them often. Maybe he's an demi-god himself?”
Hal: (shocked) “You CANNOT just drop that into the conversation and not elaborate.”
//
Oliver: (a bit annoyed) “Batman, could you please tell Robin to keep his pets out of the watchtower? There are feathers everywhere!”
Bruce: “Hmm? I can't see how Robin could have sneaked into the watchtower any kind of bird without me knowing. Could you show me one of the feathers so i could ask him about it?”
(Oliver gets up, a big, white and golden feather in hands, and gives it to Batman)
Bruce: (looking the feather over, thinking how this is too big to have been from one of Damian's chickens or parakeets) “...”
(Marvel, who happened to be passing by, sees the feathers all scattered about, with Batman with one in hand, immediatly gets embarrased about how he forgot the illusion spell breaks when he transforms back into Billy, and thus leaves the feathers behind) “Hey.. sorry, those are mine. I'll clean them up.”
Oliver: “What do you m-”
(Both Oliver and Bruce look over, Oliver obviously very confused)
Oliver: “You own a bird and let it loose on the watchtower?”
Marvel: “Oh, no, no, those are mine. Like.. mine mine.”
(Billy breaks the spell, the illusion going off instantly)
Oliver: "OH! oh, i see what you mean.”
//
Hal: “So, he's an.. bird-like humanoid and uses an spell to look like what we're used to seeing him as?”
Oliver: “From what i saw, yeah, pretty much.”
Barry: “...i owe Cyborg 10 dollars.”
Hal: (sighing) “Same.”