Me, Seeing Someone Left Me A Comment: Screaming, Running Around The Room In Circles, Kicking My Feet

The question is if Barry even knows. Barry knows Cap's identity? The lecture makes complete sense! Barry doesn't? Ohh, boy.

A Rogue: "I can't believe you let a child fight monsters! Villains and the things under your bed, nightmare fuel, and you left that to a kid??!

The Flash, wondering if he's gonna have to call Batman for what to do when your villains have a mental breakdown: I'm sorry?

A Rogue: You should be! All alone with just THINGS that have been rejected, horrendous things that scream in agony and prey on the weak, and you made a child deal with it?!

The Flash, no longer ceartin who the monster is in this rant, and thinking the villain might be talking about themselves and their traumatic backstory: That must've been horrible, no child should have to deal with that.

The Rogue, thinking the Flash knows what's going on: Exactly!

Just miscommunication abound, to sweeten the deal.

I was just thinking about how the Rogues, Len especially, don’t get enough recognition for having near Bruce Wayne levels of ‘Is anyone gonna adopt that?’ when it comes to kids.

Obviously it started with Wally after Barry’s disappearance. Len and Mick basically looked at him and went ‘Ope, Barry’s gone. I guess it’s up to us to raise him now.’ while Wally looks on, totally confused as these two former criminals show up at his house for barbecues and make sure his wiring gets done properly. He will spend the rest of his career being Kid to them, and probably gets noogied regularly.

The entire team adopts their tailor’s nephew and raise him, even before any of them tried to turn straight. Just this little bullied kid sitting on their laps, learning to cheat at poker, getting walked to and from school to make sure he doesn’t get beaten up.

When Owen shows up on the scene, Len knows that Lisa isn’t his mom, but he still goes straight in with his ‘Rogues are family’ speech and starts calling him Son and bragging that his boy’s got Speed.

I can just see Captain Marvel showing up in Central to help Flash with something, and every Rogue in the city just lifting their head and sniffing the air because ‘There’s a sad orphan out there somewhere who needs love and attention and to be called Champ.’ Next thing he knows, Billy’s got a new family fitting him for a cool new suit and making sure he gets into a good school and he’s not entirely sure how this is gonna go down with the League but that night Barry gets a three hour long lecture about letting a kid fight monsters which he can’t get out of because he’s frozen to a wall.

Jason had no clue where he was going, much less why it felt... familiar.

He didn't know why this pit green hellscape didn't drive him up the wall. He didn't know why it felt like coming back to Gotham all over again (except with less murderous intention, but that was besides the point). Or why he was able to understand whatever physics this land abided by.

He automatically knew how to use the grapple gun in a place where gravity seemed optional. He veered around some places for no reason, but in his chest it felt like he knew there was danger there.

He bypassed door after door with Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin trailing behind him, never seeing another soul (hah, pun. Why was that a pun?). And then swung up in a long arc that felt more like flying than anything (why did he know what it felt like to fly?) and landed on a scrubby piece of land no different than any of the others he's seen before. But this one was... different.

He heard his family land behind him (he had landed soundlessly) and face the same door he was looking at. Brown, worn wood carved in simple are nouveau patterns, with knicks and scratches that Jason felt like he could name the cause of everyone.

"It... looks like a manor door," Nightwing said behind Jason, and that was the kicker wasn't it? A manor door, floating half a foot off the ground above purple grass in a Lazarus green wasteland for no discernable reason, and... Jason had led them there. A pulling in his chest that said he knew the way (the Pit was quiet, for the first time in... ever).

"No shit, Wing," Jason snarked, because none of the girls were here to do it. They were having a girls night out on town, painting each other's nail, nailing thugs in the face, and doing makeup with the Sirens. They weren't getting cursed by a witch and dealing with this bullshit. They weren't standing in front of a door that led to who knows where (it felt like home) and seriously pondering whether or not to open it (he wanted to).

"Check for traps on the door. We don't know where we are or why we're here," Batman rumbled from behind Jason.

"Already fucking knew that, old man. And the place isn't trapped," Jason replied.

"Tt, and how do you know that, Hood?" The demon brat tutted.

"I just do," Jason opened the door, and stepped through into...

"Huh," the replacement mumbled from behind him, "It's the kitchen,"

"Thank you, captain obvious," Jason snorted and stride further into the manor kitchen. And then stopped.

"It looks different," Nightwing added on, popping up beside Jason.

"This is... the kitchen from years ago," Batman said, approaching an appliance on the wall, "We replaced this salamander not long after..." Batman looked at Jason, and something cold ran down Jason's back.

"After I died," Jason finished. The kitchen was silent.

"Uh, there's another door over here," Red Robin offered. Jason, very much done with the conversation, but somehow still not reaching murderous rage levels, turned and marched over to the door. And stopped again.

Dick made a choking noise from behind Jason. "That's your room,"

And it was. A notch near the bottom hinge from a minor Batarang incident. A discolouration on the door knob from when Jason forgot to decontaminate after a fight and started oxidizing the door knob. And, most damningly, a little handwritten sign proclaiming it 'Jay's Room', slightly knocked ascue like the occupant had brushed past it and decided they'd fix it when they came back. (He didn't come back.)

Jason should be unnerved. Freaked out, turning right around and marching out, saying fuck this noise. But he didn't. He didn't feel scared, or weirded out. He wished he felt those things. Felt more than the increasing chill up his spine, felt more than content (and safe?).

"Well, that's freaky, but is it just me or is it getting cold in here?" Dick asked. Jason straightened up as his breath appeared in front of his face. It wasn't just a chill up his spine, he thought as he whirled around, hand on a gun, searching for the threat.

"Who DARES trespass upon this lair?" A staticky, snarling voice echoed from directly behind Jason. Robin made a choked noise, staring behind Jason. He turned around. Spiraling black shadows, interspersed with sparkles like stars or powdered glass that would kill you if inhaled. Lazarus pit green pools staring right at him, piercing through him.

Once again, he should feel freaked out. Once again, he should be noping out of there, pulling his gun, backing away, doing something. Besides just standing there. And crossing his arms, and raising an eyebrow that couldn't be seen as he replied on pure instinct, "I'll trespass wherever I want,"

Silence. He stared at the eldritch whatever, and the thing stared back. The white stopped swriling, the black stopped shifting like smoke. "Bluejay?" A quiet, almost young voice asked him. His mouth moved without permission.

"Yo,"

"Jay!" The shadowy blob consolidated into a teenager, floating above the ground and looking at him with pure delight.

"I feel like I know you," Jason said, more to himself than the teenager in what looked like a fucking hazmat suit.

"You do. Aww, look at you, you got so big! You disappeared, like, half a year ago," The kid floated closer to him, and the Bats behind him made discontented noises, but Jason didn't move. He felt... safe. He knew this kid with floating white hair and a sharp toothed smile. He... knew him like he knew his way to the door, like he knew the manor kitchen, and the door to his room.

"Can't say I remember that,"

"Yeah, you might not. Coming back to life sucks,"

"You can say that again,"

"I'm happy to see you again Jay. Even if time here is whacked up, and you're old now,"

"Am not!" Jason paused for a moment. Took in the feelings of safety, comfort, and the way the Pit was so, so quiet. "And it's good to see you too,"

Here's a dcxdp prompt and some bones! The Batfam somehow gets transported to the GZ and Jason starts feeling a pulling sensation telling him to go a certain way. They go and find a door eerily similar to me of the mansions door. When they open it they are shocked to seek what looks like the mansions library kitchen and Jason old room except more spooky. They have found his old lair from when he was dead.

!!!!! holy shit this is so good

A moment from chapter 7 of In the Hall of The Mountain King by @st-whalefall .

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Fix-its. It's just so satisfying to see something get better. To see how authours justify and manipulate the timeline and circumstances to make a believable way that things can be better. I love seeing someone go no, this tragedy will have a happy ending because I will MAKE one. Hope is made of gritted, blood stained teeth, and fix-its are biting on and not letting go.

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“Commander, do you read?”

“Uh… yes, captain. I read you.”

“Did you identify the object blocking the wormhole?”

“Yes, sir. It’s um…”

“Well? What is it?”

“It’s a cargo ship.”

“A star-freighter? What is it doing here?”

“Not a star-freighter, sir. A cargo ship. Like the kind that used to go on the water.”

“What?”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“I see… well, does it have any identifying markers?”

“There’s a company logo.”

“What does it say?”

Regretting it less, standby.

Ah, time for my most least favourite thing: a party. Don't you love standing in a crowd and yet feeling entirely isolated? Stay tuned for more incurable introvert and socially anxious thoughts.

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