Bruce was hurt. He was shot multiple times and left bleeding in an alley on some trash bags. Thankfully, next to him, the perp was knocked out next to him after he tried to reach and steal his utility belt. It sent a non-lethal shock at him. Bruce called Alfred who is currently driving the Batmobile to him at the moment.
Bruce was blinking in and out of consciousness when at some point he blinked and a giant blob of red and yellow was leaning in over of him.
Marvel: “…sir?”
Batman: *grunts*
Marvel: “Okay… uhm…” *squats down* “Sir, can you hear me? Are you okay?” *smacks his cheek a couple times*
Batman: *swats the hand away*
Marvel: “Okay… at least you’re alive and conscious. Somewhat. Come on, son, let’s get you to a hospital.”
Hospital? Oh so this man was trying to help him. Wait, the man was reaching for his utility belt. He was going to get shoc— oh wow. He wasn’t even flinching.
The man was holding Bruce up by the belt and barely batting an eye as the utility belt administered non-lethal shocks that should’ve knocked out by now or at least singed the man’s hand.
Bruce blacked out from there. At some point he knew that the man was carrying him while walking, then at some point, he was very high in the air, and then finally he was on a hospital bed. It seen Bruce was finally conscious enough to realise what was going on. That he was in a random hospital room in God knows where. The man, he was dressed a bit like the speedster from Central city and the new hero from Metropolis, was talking to what was probably a doctor.
It seemed the doctor noticed him first and immediately grabbed a vial full of orange liquid and tried to make Bruce drink it.
Doc: “Here try this it’s my patented pain disappearance solution! Tell me if it works!”
Marvel: *smacks it away* “Trust me when I say don’t try that. It will either kill you, or worse, turn you blue.”
Doc: “Hey!” *scrambles to pick it up*
Marvel: “Anyways, son, how are you feeling? You had quite a few holes when I found you.”
Batman: “I’m fine.” *sits up* “Where am I?” *feels his belt for his communicator* “And where is my batcommunicator?”
Marvel: “Communi-what? You mean this thing?” *pulls it out and hands it to him*
Batman: “Yes. …Why I won’t it turn on?”
Marvel: “I don’t know.” *shrugs* “But it did suddenly started smoking when I touched it.”
Batman: “Did you short it out?”
Marvel: “Maybe? I don’t really know what that means.”
Batman: *long ahh sigh* “Do you have any tools I could use to fix it? And again, where am I? You didn’t answer me.”
Marvel: “We’re in Fawcett. In a clinic to be specific. And, I don’t really know what tools exactly you have in mind. Sorry.”
Bruce ended up being shown to a rotary phone. Vintage. From there, he called Agent A and got the flip out of there. The man was probably worried sick.
By the way, it’s because of this entire interaction that Bruce always thought Billy knew his secret identity. Because, well, why wouldn’t you unmask the stranger in a bat costume who you found shot four times? This ended up with him unconsciously more comfortable around Marvel than he realized as the years went by and the Justice League is formed.
Billy never looked under his mask.
The idea of combining Dying sparks and Bernadette never left my head. This is what came out.
gekkan shoujo uriel-chan doing what she does best!!!
(based on the tomoda!!! scene from gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun)
If they kick Captain Marvel out of the league i will cry.
NEED there to be like, a party or something after an alien invasion and like someone brought alcohol to the watchtower and like usually captain marvel doesn't drink because ??? billy's like 10 alcohol tastes like absolute chicken butt to him but Zeus is like " drink drink drink " and the other gods(minus Solomon,, someone has to be the rational one there) join in and go " DRINK DRINK DRINK !!! " like they cheering for the Olympus world cup
and captain is like " eh ok sure " and decides to see how much alcohol he could drink in the span of 2 minutes or less. and so that spirals into almost every member of the Justice League witnessing THE Boy Scout™️—that no one has EVER saw drink a drop of wine—chugging down each glass like it's no tomorrow,,, and it's kinda impressive..
of course. captain stops (only because he didn't want to finish it all,,, plus the alcohol he just drank doesn't even taste like the rum from the 1950s,, so, even if it doesn't taste like chicken butt it still doesn't taste great either) but like hey at least the gods were having a blast!!! (they were a bit bummed captain had to stop though) (solomon felt like he could actually breath again after that)
and the jl??? respect the ever living shit out of him because god fucking damn captain marvel just walked off and continued whatever he was doing afterwards like he didn't just chug down fifty glasses of booze,, (he just doesn't have a liver or kidney to damage nor mind to get drunk off LMAOO)
and then they were like . huh. How much liquor can cap hold??? so they all get a bit curious .. and try to see how many more shots could he take ,,, and then it somehow just spirals into a long, nasty competition, one person just straight up bringing a barrel of rum for captain to try
and marvel?? he finds it kinda funny. the alcohol doesn't really affect him anyways and if he just turns off his taste buds he can pretend it's water most of the time. plus a good past time if there's nothing to do. but he does like giving out his thanks and reviews on the taste of it most times
,, and maybe the utmost eagerness that shows in Captain Marvel's face whenever a member wants him to try a very VERY strong concoction full of alcohol that'd probably kill a horse if a sip was taken by a normal civilian and how sincere he is on the way he pats their heads and gives out actual advice on how to improve it (thank you Solomon) was KINDA nice. just a tad bit nice.
oh who's pretending at this point, the competition at the end of the day just waters down into how many drinks??gifts??? the line blurs to a certain point ,, they could give to marvel and to see how many compliments they could get from marvel. they all know at this point that the drinks can't really affect him anyways. plus plus!!! captain would give the extra rum leftover into a tiny-ish water bottle made of magic and brings it with him everywhere, strapped to his waist like fanny pack. no one questions this. we love you capdad
(most of the gods living rent free in cm's head fucking cheer when one day billy gets gifted booze that could affect the gods)
My collection of Billy batson and mini-marvel. In paper bcs im lazy
Billy can see who the descendants of past Champions are. This opened up a new world for him.
Past Champion: Billy! My great-great(×10)-granddaughter is there!
Billy turns his head and sees a little old lady crossing the street.
Past Champion: Go help her!
Billy helps her home while listening to stories about her grandchildren. Past Champion chirps happily while the others grumble.
Then Billy joins the League. He holds back a surprised yelp when he sees the aura around Barry, Victor, and freaking Bruce Wayne!! The Champions scream like little girls when they see their descendant defeat a villain.
Bruce's Grandfather: Look at my grandson! He took them all!!
Barry's Grandfather: No, look at my grandson! He's faster than anyone!
Victor's Grandfather: I know my grandson is better than all of you idiots.
Bruce's Grandfather: Now I know who he takes after.
And it's constant. Day and night, the Champions in Billy's head tell him about their grandchildren. Billy is honestly tired of it. Moreover, the Champions' memories have slowly penetrated his memory, so he sometimes begins to confuse the past with the present.
Marvel: *looks very closely at the puzzle that will open a portal to the world of chocolate bunnies*
Batman: Are you going to look at this for long?
Marvel: *waves it off* Borkut, daddy's busy, go play with your brothers.
Batman: *blinks in shock and looks at Captain* But...
Marvel: Dad's working, I promise to take you to Aunt Hestia tomorrow. Let me work, son.
Batman: *steps aside*
Marvel: *nods in satisfaction*
Also, the memories bring up emotions that Billy can't hide.
Marvel: *looks out the window at Earth with a sad expression*
Superman: Marvel? Is everything okay?
Marvel: *has a memory in his head of when one of the past Champions was married to a very powerful sorceress. They often flew around the Earth. The wife looked very beautiful in the rays of the sun*
Marvel: I think I miss my wife.
Clark doesn't know how to react to this statement. Did Marvel have a wife? Was he married? Clark didn't know what to say to Marvel at that moment, so he just stood there in silent support.
Billy ended up becoming more of a parental figure to some of the heroes.
One day, Zatanna walks into the Watchtower and sees Marvel.
Zatanna: G-g-grandpa?!
Marvel: Zatanna! *hugs her and starts spinning her* Grandpa missed you! Oh my god! You have your grandma's eyes!
The League was on the sidelines, picking up their jaws.
FYCJKK FUCK I FORGTO I HAD A TUMBLR FUCKKK HI GUYS GLAD TO BE BACK????
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