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Twilight’s eyes were wide with distress. He opened his mouth twice before speaking. “Is that another Link?”

The child on the beach coughed and spluttered, buffeted by the tide. Their small hands sunk into the waterlogged sand before they managed to crawl toward the nearest palm tree. A fairy hovered nearby, its aura dim with unease.

“That’s… me,” Time croaked. In his satchel, he felt the pulse of the Zora Mask—an eddy, salt-rich and so, so mournful. There was a similar feeling from the child on the beach. “I don’t know how, but that’s me.”

Warriors took a deep breath as if to speak. Haltingly, he began, “He looks like you. As I remember you, I mean.”

“What do you mean, remember?” Sky asked. “You knew each other before?”

“Not exactly,” Warriors answered when Time could not. The child on the beach began to sob.

“Why are we just standing here?” Wild asked quietly, his feet rooted all the same. “We should be helping him. We should, right?”

Anxiously, Time reached for his ocarina. The color was faded after so many years. “I don’t… I don’t think we can.”

“Why not?” Legend asked, grief and kindness poorly hidden beneath a scowl. “He’s hurt. He’s hurting. You’re…” He cleared his throat. “You’re just a baby.”

The child on the beach struggled to pull himself together. He covered his head with his arms and asked ‘why’. The Oceanside Spider House lay like a tomb ahead of him.

“This is the third day,” Time told them hollowly. His stomach rolled and rolled and rolled. He fought the urge to double over. “We can’t interfere.”

Wind glanced between child and adult. “But what if—”

“We can’t,” Time said again, searching the sky for that haunting grimace. The ground rumbled tellingly. “People will die. It has to happen this way.”

A portal opened behind them, promising a new world. “This is cruel,” Warriors muttered, more furious than any of the others had ever seen him. “There’s no point to this but cruelty.”

In the end, the nine heroes left Termina without truly entering it—tourists to what had happened during some brief moment in time within time within… time. They glimpsed a broken child and left him to his fate.

The child did not notice. He panicked, then he carried on.

Dp X dc prompt

Danny gets kidnapped by the joker

The joker is doing this Live on TV, to gwt The attention of Batman.

He is doing his villain monologue

" -you know? It so crazy that-"

" Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room, a Rubber room, a Rubber room with rats. Rats? Rats make me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room, a Rubber room, a Rubber room with rats. Rats? Rats make me crazy. Crazy?-"

When the Batfam arrives the Joker is crying on the floor while in the fetal position, Danny is still going at it, and he is not stopping any time soon

Danny's rogues have been spreading a little misinformation.

In their defense, it was really funny.

They've been spreading the word via Ouija boards, seances, and any other attempt to speak with the dead that Phantom is the High King of Ghosts.

Except that position doesn't really exist.

Sure, they called Pariah Dark the King of Ghosts, but that was at his own request.

The Infinite Realms are vast, with many different cultures and lands, and there are a lot of Kings. It's not a special title, honestly, it's just the title used to delegate who, in a culture, has to put up with talking to the Observants.

So they decided to get the little shit back for stopping them from playing in the Living world. They're just tryna have fun!

And destroy stuff.

But destroying stuff is fun!

As is telling a shit ton of flesh puppet idiots that Phantom, that scrawny kid, is the "High King" of the Realms.

This resulted in him constantly getting summoned to cult summonings, running him ragged and giving them, his rogues, more time to play.

But uh.

Ember is starting to think they may have fucked up.

Because babypop just broke down into a sobbing, heaving panic attack at the sight of her.

She manages to get out of him that he hasn't slept in three days.

And like.

He's half living?

He's supposed to sleep more than that?

Yeah they fucked up.

Ugh.

She's gonna have to go talk to them, isn't she?

So that's how a meeting between Justice League and Justice League Dark gets interrupted by the ghost of a rock star, with a living teenager having one of the worst panic attacks any of them have seen in awhile cradled in her arms, asking Justice League Dark to invent an amulet that prevents Summonings.

Little brother meets GF (don’t ask how they just do)

I am obsessed with drawing midna in little gremlin mode btw you will rarely see her otherwise

Extra devastation sils

Walk with me (proceeds to be delusional)

I rewatched MAWS and The Batman right after the other and instantly got brainworms It makes no sense but I am master of my own universe and can draw whatever inane thought I have so this exists now

just found out i've been abandoned by god which means he's not watching anything i do anymore. you should come over.

forever and always insane about the fact that haunting means "heimsuchen" in german which literally translates to "homeseeking". a haunting is a search for a home you can never return to