Tim Was Four Days Into A Sleep Deficit So He Felt That To Say That This Predicament Was His Fault Was

Tim was four days into a sleep deficit so he felt that to say that this predicament was his fault was a bit of a reach.

For it to be his fault he would have had to cognizant of the last 16 hours.

All he wanted to do was take a power nap in the nearest closest durring the Waynetech gala but nooo Bruce had to be taken hostage by the Joker.

So he did what he thought would work best and shoved uncle Clark into the nearest emergency bat storage and told him to suit up.

Maybe he looked a bit more confused than normal but they didn’t need a reporter they needed Batman!

That being said wasn’t uncle Clark supposed to be off-world?

Oh no.

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Jack honestly had no clue what was happening for the last six months so when he was told to be Batman he merely just shrugged as the frankly exhausted teen left him to his own.

With his son turning out to be part ghost to the government hunting down his said son and having to move shop halfway across the continent.

This might as well happen.

Grinning like a kid on Christmas, Jack plopped on the finishing touch.

“Oh Danno is not going to believe this!”

Raising a cloaked arm with a flourish Jack struck a pose.

“Alrighty Jack enough messing around! Time to save the party, Fenton style!

Shifting his feet, Jack took a deep breath before smoothing his face the best he could. After all, couldn’t have a smiling Batman! Before walking out the room and taking running leap through the wall to the streets of Gotham before grappling to the nearest building.

Amity Parkers in Gotham

Casper High students graduated. As much as they loved their town (which now included ghosts as recurring residents) they knew they had to go. Not because Phantom didn't do a good job, or that ghosts attacked daily (on the contrary, after Phantom's intervention the destruction became concentrated in the Infinite Realms), but they had to go to a university. That's why most of them applied to Gotham University, it seemed right.

Sure, Gotham wasn't as cool as Amity, nor did it include dimension travel to the Realm of the Dead (Amity Parkers had access to the Infinite Realms as long as they abided by Walker's rules), but they had a great scholarship program, and the city was so chaotic because of its heroes and villains that it felt...like home.

The problem was that no one taught Casper's ex-students some basics: Feeling afraid, avoiding your attackers, not attacking back. Things that seemed like common sense did not go through their heads. After years of dealing with ghost attacks they had gotten used to it, and knew how to counterattack.

So, after their arrival they were knocking out rogues, stopping robbery, and looking bored at the prospect of dying. That made Batman suspicious of a secret society of young soldiers, although it didn't really make much sense, was someone training teenagers? The batfamily was worried at the prospect.

At some point, there was even an "undead" attack in what was called the Justice League; Of course, the Amity Parkers were the first to establish a secure site and prevent the invasion from advancing. At the end everything seemed lost and the undead epidemic was about to spread out of Gotham, but Dash snorted and said that he would "contact a friend that can help", which raised the suspicions of the League.

Danny, who was taking a year off before starting his university studies, raised an eyebrow at the group he had with his old classmates. He shrugged before transforming into Phantom and going to the place, in a few minutes the invasion was over and Bruce was 90% sure that there was a secret society training a teenage army.

The batkids spying on Bruce

Dick pokes his head around the corner, doing his best to stay hidden

Jason, leans over Dick and peeks around the corner, doing his best to stay hidden

Damian, crawls under Dick and peeks around the corner, doing his best to stay hidden

Tim, steps out from behind the corner and stands in full view of his father, openly stating at him while his brothers try to grab him and pull him back

There was no fun in that funeral... So let's do it again!

*pulling myself out of a shallow grave* you call this a fucking GRAVESITE, i call this a DISGRACE *dusting the dirt from my shroud* u gotta PACK the dirt in there boy i wanna feel like im being tucked into bed by a STEAMROLLER, i want 8.8k psi MINIMUM on this bitch *hacks up a shovelful of soil like a cat retching up a hairball* I'VE SLEPT UNDER MEATIER WEIGHTED BLANKETS

This is turning out to be a rather grave affair

*pulling myself out of a shallow grave* you call this a fucking GRAVESITE, i call this a DISGRACE *dusting the dirt from my shroud* u gotta PACK the dirt in there boy i wanna feel like im being tucked into bed by a STEAMROLLER, i want 8.8k psi MINIMUM on this bitch *hacks up a shovelful of soil like a cat retching up a hairball* I'VE SLEPT UNDER MEATIER WEIGHTED BLANKETS

this is an ancient meme now, but here it is anyway