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I've been reading a ‘The Disabled Tyrant’s Beloved Pet Fish’ Wangxian Au called "Hanguang-Jun and His Beloved Pet Rabbit" by 96qutie on Ao3, and I have 'Theories'. Give it a read if you want some cute pet bunny shenanigans.

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Reblogging this to find again, love the concept

Family Recognizes Family.

Part 1: No Hesitation.

Cw: Past Human Experimentation, mentions of said human experimentation Mentions of Neglect and incidental emotional abuse, Fanon Superman treatment of Superboy (past) (Exaggerated)

PH11 Plasmius: 58 Looks early forties still PH13 Phantom: 34 Looks early-mid twenties PH12 Phantasm: 18 Looks in her mid-late teens

I think it makes everything more fun if there's no record of names for them, and they are only referred to by Subject Designation. And by Fun, I mean Ow. Edition: Altered the opening a little bit. This will be the version I upload to AO3

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Four months ago, Kon had died during an alien invasion. The fight had been brutal, but they had managed to turn the tide and gain ground. He was exhausted, and Robin had a broken arm and a wound that bled sluggishly but stubbornly. The two of them trapped under the rubble of a building and with how drained he was, Kon didn't have the strength to move it without the other survivors near them getting hurt.

Emergency alert beacons had been activated, but comms were still jammed. Kon had finally managed to stop the bleed when the door to the room they were taking shelter in opened, the sections of wall and ceiling around them grinding ominously. The broad, imposing figure in the doorway was familiar but somehow wrong. Like looking in a fun house mirror.

The last thing Kon remembers, before waking up in the Justice League morgue, was that being darting forward and punching him so hard he hadn't registered pain. The last thing he heard was Robin’s heart-wrenching cry of his name, overlaid with the snap of his own neck.

The fuzzy recollection of his attacker was concerning, but the tests following his resurrection left little time to speculate. They hadn't been alien shaped, they hadn't hit like the aliens did, especially since they'd preferred energy weapons.

Thankfully, he remembered Robin had been there after he was cleared by Batman. There was no way he'd have been able to wait out everything with any kind of calm without knowing his friend was okay. He'd only been dead a month, but it had taken a toll on his team. They spent several weeks in Titans Tower wearing out the couch and carpet with games, movies and piled together to sleep.

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When Kon had died, he hadn't expected to wake up. After all, people didn't just come back from the dead. It was weird and since no one had an answer, Batman had been obsessing over it.

Three weeks after waking up, they were all getting back into the swing of things. Taking on missions, training, and either going home or using their rooms again. It was a rainy Friday, Kon was sitting with Robin, Impulse, and Wonder Girl playing video games. The door to the room sliding open to reveal their mentors.

Well, his friends mentors and Superman. Big Blue had been even more stand-offish lately, worse than he'd been after first making himself known. It sucked, in all honesty, he thought they'd been making progress.

"Conner." Batman said with a nod. "We'd like to have a word with you. If-"

"Anything you need to say to him, you can say with us present." Robin said, appearing at his side like a cool breeze. When he'd put his cape and gauntlets back on, Kon had no idea. The whiteout lenses of his domino mask were narrowed and focused on Superman. Cassie and Bart stepped up next. With Tim and Bart to his left and Cassie at his right, Kon felt something in his chest uncoil.

"I agree." He said, frowning at the group. Wonder Woman simply nodded, pride in her smile when she nodded to Cassie. Batman and Flash seemed equally alright with the decision. Kal-El's frown didn't waver.

"Flash and I have run several tests on your DNA following your resurrection and discovered several anomalies. The primary discrepancy is who we thought your Genetic Donors were." For a moment, Kon hoped it was that they were wrong about Luthor, but that was crushed with what Batman said next. "While you do share some genetic similarities to Kal, they don't match."

"So, I'm not-?"

"No. It seems the paperwork was falsified, and we've located the original documents listing your primary genetic donors as Lex Luthor and PH13, with some minor additions of Kal's DNA to bind the gaps."

"What, like a blood transfusion for DNA?" Bart asked while they were all processing that information.

"In the most simplified manner, yes." Diana nodded, looking unbothered by the tension in the air. Which was weirdly reassuring.

"Who is PH13? Are they still alive?" Robin asked, still watching Kal warily. Kon hadn't gotten anything out of him about what happened after they were found. The mission report was vague, with the attacker's description listed as "Out of Focus" "Possible Combatant." "Unable To See Detail, Domino Malfunction In Poor Lighting."

Then there was the bandaging around his neck.

Kon was shaken from his thoughts by Cassie's hand on his arm. Batman had handed Robin a file, to Kal's displeasure Kon was quick to note, and gave his teammate a bat grunt that could have meant anything.

"We're currently searching for the research station he is being held in. An old, decommissioned Military Laboratory. Oracle and Cyborg are currently working on tracking it down and gaining access." There was a pause and Batman turned his head just enough to look at Kon. "We aren't sure what we'll find, but you'll be the first to know when he do find it."

The quirk of Robin's mouth promised a lot of things. Most importantly, it meant they were about to cause problems on purpose.

"Understood Batman. My Team and I will look over these files and wait for word from Cyborg, Oracle, or you."

"You will remain here until this is handled." Kal said, his tone hard and serious. The way he sounded when angry about something.

"Of course Superman." Robin smiled sweetly, and the three teens standing with him barely managed to suppress their shudder. "I and my team with wait here for further information or orders."

Seemingly satisfied, Kal turned and walked out, followed by Flash and Wonder Woman, both of which were unamused by the Kryptonians attitude. Batman gave one last nod to the four of them and swept out.

"Bart, go get Raven and Beast Boy. I'm going to log in with Oracle. Kon, Cassie, we need our fastest vehicle ready for take off. Reconvene in Ready Room thirty-one for mission brief." Robin flashed Kon a sharp grin that made his breath catch. "We're going to find him first."

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Apparently, this wasn't one of Robin's 'Do what we want' moments. It was instead Bat approved and this was what Batman meant by them being "The first to know." because The Instant the encryption was cracked, Oracle passed Robin the coordinates and a countdown to when their head start ran out.

Robin had them mobilized and on the move. Efficient as always.

What should have been obvious, was for the bunker to be in the middle of nowhere America, under a cornfield. It was, after all, well hidden and more or less in plain sight at the same time.

He, along with his team, busted in the doors to the basement of the little farmhouse and searched the place. Beast Boy found the hidden panel and Robin was right behind him, hacking away.

Watching him work, Kon was reminded once more of the many reasons they all would willingly join Evil!Tim in those alternate timelines. The focus he gave anything important to him made him terrifyingly efficient and it was that focus he gave to his team, his friends, in spades.

The door clicked and Kon was shaken from his thoughts. Nodding to one another, they started down in formation. No harm in being cautious, just because the recovered information claimed it was defunct, didn't mean it actually was no longer in use. The stairs leading to the first subbasement were dark and eerie, silence heavy around them just enough to feel threatening. It was only stepping past the threshold that Kon could hear the soft humming of electricity and machinery.

Somehow, the additional environmental sounds weren't reassuring.

The first sublevel was a reception area. A desk, chair, and computer sat covered in a thin but growing layer of dust. The room a dingy white on the walls, carpet, and furniture. The lighting was low, bright enough to see well enough without powers or gear, but dark enough Impulse made a crack about Vampires.

They continued lower.

It was Impulse, obviously, who found the room first. His horrified voice pinging over comms. "I found them. Fourth floor down, second hallway, room thirty-nine Sierra Romeo."

"This place has floors? As in, more than a couple?" Beast Boy asked with a whine to his voice. "Why are evil government conspiracies like this?"

"This has Umbrella Corp vibes." Raven muttered, irritation in the tone under her words.

"Ugh, just try not to read anything we find. We need at least some of us on the team of Don't-Blow-This-Place-To-Hell." Their fearless co-leader chimed in, clearly already on team explosions. Unsurprising considering the plans Tim came up with on the fly often involved them.

Maybe it was a Gotham thing. Or just a Tim thing, hard to tell for sure.

The hallways and rooms they passed were all the same dingy white. Kon was relieved the lighting was so low, the whole place had to be unbearable at a normal light level. Thankfully, the stairwell was a lightened gray of plain cement.

SR apparently stood for Stasis Room. There were thirteen cryopods against the wall, with only the middle three currently active. They were numbered weird, with PH13 at the center and slightly forward of the rest. The six on its left and right counted down from there, with odds counting the pods on the left and evens to the right. It was frankly bizarre but so was everything else about this place.

"Thank god, they have underwear on." Wonder Girl huffed as everyone politely ignored the varying levels of flustered each of them experienced seeing the frozen metas.

The first thing Kon had noticed was the lack of a typical mask used in stasis or any pod that didn't contain a breathable atmosphere. The second when Wonder Girl spoke up. The two men were only wearing briefs, and the woman had on something similar to the cute little boxer briefs Cassie sometimes wore to bed when they had been dating. The strip of white across the woman's chest irritated him the most.

Why were the evil scientists always so gross about things? It didn't even go all the way around her torso, for fuck's sake! Shaking it off, Conner stepped closer to the pods. His team milling around the room looking for information or just trying to be busy in order to give him a little privacy.

He appreciated them so much.

PH13 held a man suspended in a vividly glowing green slush. Tan skin held a colored tint of purple (blue?) and was covered in various scars that they were familiar with, both on themselves and seen on other people freed from mad scientists and experimentation. His long hair was a pure white and floated freely. It was seeing his eyes open, glowing a glacial blue, that told them why Bart was so pale at the computers. Despite this, he made no indication he knew they were there. Or any movement at all.

He had the same face as the one attached to the ridiculously redacted document about his actual donor.

"He's semiconscious." Robin growled, taking over the control panel. Kon wanted to shatter the pod into dust, kind of glad the people responsible weren't there. "It looks like they've been drawing on his cryokinesis to keep the stasis active so long with minimal side effects."

"What?" Several of their team asked in varying levels of disbelief and anger.

"Is it hurting him?" Robin looked up and they locked eyes. At least as well as he could with the domino in place.

"No. It doesn't look like there's any response or activity beyond the activated power and energy drain. It's closed circuit, though, the only thing powering this room is... him." With anyone else, Kon wouldn't have believed them. But Robin wouldn't lie to him about this, positive in his assessment, so Kon refrained from busting the tube. There was no telling what an abrupt removal from the pods would do.

He could feel the anger bristling through the room among his teammates, and felt a similar way. "What about the other two?"

"Fully suspended, at least, I think so. There aren't any vital signs, but one of the metrics shows a steady hum of activity. I'm working on activating the release protocol now." Kon nodded as he looked over the other two active pods.

PH11 held an older man, his age was hard to place given his much less human appearance compared to PH13. Wasn't that a crazy thought, that he shared his experiment number with his donor? Was it on purpose? He shook the thought for now and went back to observing and speculating on the others. PH11's skin was a deep purple color. His black hair had a white streak through it, the same color as PH13's was. He had similar scars to Kon's donor, slightly pointed ears and a slimmer build. He was obviously older than the other two. Maybe this was his grandfather?

Both were clearly fighters in some capacity. The idea they might be willing to train with him bubbled up, hope warming him a little.

PH12 was much younger than the other two, closer to his own physical age, most likely. Her hair was white like PH13's but her tan skin had a slightly darker purple tint than his did. There were fewer battle scars on her skin and more signs of needles and scalpels than her male companions. Both she and PH13 had scaring around their necks where a collar of some kind could have sat.

The capital "i" incision that started just below the hollow of each of their throats and stopped above their bellybutton spoke uncomfortable volumes about what these three had been through. The worst part was that that specific wound still sported meticulously neat stitching.

Kon had gone through a lot of testing at Cadmus, but they'd never cut into him like that.

"It, looks like they didn't get to heal before being shoved into these things." Impulse said in a hushed tone. He glanced at Kon and back to the pods, vibrating in place, just as agitated as Kon felt.

"Yeah..."

"Congrats on having a hot dad, tho."

"Dude!" Kon huffed, shoving Impulse's shoulder. His best friends laughter was cut off suddenly by a booming voice from the doorway.

"What are you children doing here?" They all, minus Robin, whirled around to face the adults in the doorway. Robin continued tapping away at the computer, fully trusting his team to keep the adults from bothering him. "You were told to remain at the Tower."

Superman stepped into the room first, frowning at the teens who stood between him and access to both the pods and control panel. Kon widened his stance some.

"I- We're here to get them out." Kon said, relying on the familiar buzz of Impulse's electricity beside him, Wonder Girl's warmth, Beast Boy's excitement that felt like the thrill just before the drop on a roller coaster, and Raven's calm seriousness that tasted like autumn air just before a cloud break.

The most reassuring was the flicker of shadow in the corner of his eye, carrying the bitter bite of mid-winter wind and mint with it. Something calm and solid despite not being a physical thing.

Cassie and Bart had always been something he was aware of, even Robin admitted he felt it. The rest was new. A vast expanse of sensation that he hadn't been aware of prior to his death and eventual resurrection. Not for the first time, he wondered if dying in that battle had unlocked something in him. If he died again and came back, would it become more?

The people behind them could give him answers, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let Super-, the Justice League hide them away first. Wonder Woman, Batman, The Flash, and Martian Manhunter were soon on either side of the Man of Steel.

"Oracle sent us a mission briefing, we're following orders. Impulse, the floor below us has bunks. Bring the-" Robin, as usual, didn't get to finish the order before Impulse was back with an armload of blankets and laying them out with Raven's help near the pods.

"Absolutely not. You can't just shut down the stasis, we don't know who they are or how they could react." Superman said sharply, a low growl to his words that set the hair on the back of his neck prickling. Tim's 'How To Be A Bat' lessons for the Just Us team was the only thing keeping his pulse steady.

Every other part of him was all too aware of the alarms signalling danger. Fear-Danger-Unsafe-Help echoed from his bones, but he refused to back down.

Something itched at him, a whisper so soft he wasn't really sure there was anything.

"Robin, stand down, we need to assess the technology holding them. Being released from Stasis after this long could have a negative effect-"

"Sorry, Batman, but they've been locked up long enough, and I think Superboy's old man deserves a break." Before anyone else could speak, the lights around the Stasis Pods went out. With a hiss, mist seeped out of the middle pod as it drained, chilling the air. Kon flinched when Superman made to move, snapping himself into action and reaching the pod just as the door slid open. His team creating a barrier to prevent Superman from reaching him first.

The man inside stumbled out, all but collapsing against Kon who gasped the moment contact was made. He was unsurprisingly ice-cold to the touch but warming up quickly.

"Dad…? Dad, hey, can you hear me?" He asked. The words rolling off his tongue easier than anything he'd ever said before. Robin had said he was partially conscious, did that mean-? He laid the man onto the blankets as his eyes went from icy blue to the same green as the slush in the pods. Bright and swirling around unfocused pupils so dark they looked like black holes swallowing the surrounding color.

"Wha-?"

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The tundra was never ending. With snowbanks and icy ridges, hollows that lead to winding tunnels of blue-green ice. His mind insisted it was familiar and safe and home. But it was all wrong, just slightly wrong in a way Danny couldn't quite put his finger on.

His thoughts were sluggish and disjointed, slipping from his fingers anytime he tried to focus. Someone was playing with his mind. He should be unsettled, angry. He should be fighting. But just as quickly as that thought came it was stolen away, and he was left standing in a pristine snowy field.

He hadn't felt anything but cold for so long. His core was made of the stuff of Galaxies, so the near absolute zero wasn't terrible, but he used to know the warmth of thousands of stars. Didn't he?

The frozen landscape didn't have stars, or anything besides blinding frozen white. Had he just been here too long? How long had he been walking? What was he looking for? Danny felt a scream building in his chest and creeping into his throat.

He choked on it. Knocked over by a violent gust of snow and wind that sent him to his hands and knees into the snow. The need to scream, to fight, to demand someone answer him, anyone, was still there but like an afterthought. Pushing himself to his knees and looking at his hands was long enough, Danny had forgotten why he wanted to scream in the first place.

Before he could get back to his feet and continue the endless cycle of wandering, searching, trying to scream, falling to the snow, something in the world shifted.

End Dream Sequence? [Yes] [No] Administer Serum 13P? [Yes] [No] Warning: Failure to administer Serum to Subject PH13 may result in possible damage to Subject and surrounding assets. Do you still wish to proceed? [Yes] [No] Thaw and Release Protocol Engaged. Have Security Staff on Standby to restrain Subject.

That, was new? Danny gripped his head and groaned. Who was that, what were they talking about? The clink of ice drew his attention to his wrists. How long had he had the shackles on? He didn't remember them from before.

They cracked down opposite sides and fell into the snow.

Freedom. He was free. Tilting his head up, Danny watched the sky clear, revealing the inky darkness beyond in patches.

Danny stood and launched himself toward it. Up, up, up. If he could just break the cloud cover, the stars would be waiting. He'd tried this before, it hadn't worked then, but he had to try again. One more time.

"Dad." The voice was strained. "Dad, can you hear me?" That wasn't Elle, her voice was softer, playful. This was worried and deeper, a son? Did he have a son? "Dad, please-" The voice cut off abruptly, and Danny burst through the cloud cover to find himself among the universe. The cosmos crying out there was danger, and Danny would always answer when family cried out.

The dim lighting of the stasis room greeted him, along with the dirty white ceiling of the research lab. The moment his eyes snapped into focus, Danny was moving. The scientists hadn't administered the paralytic, and that was their first mistake. Their second was trying to contain one of his children without leaving him in stasis or locked down.

He was moving before he could process the plural of it, his core recognizing Mine-Family-Son-Danger-Defend. If he paused to think, he would lose the chance to get them to freedom. Hesitation had cost Vlad the last time, Bambi-legged from the then experimental paralytic they had eventually refined, he'd stumbled. Never again.

He grabbed the wrist of the one who'd put a hand on his son's shoulder and twisted it, rolling to his knees and flipping the man to the ground. Danny hadn't time to puzzle out the odd blur of colors around him, moving as two others came at him.

"Don't." He snarled, blocking a punch thrown by a large blob of shadow, throwing ice to the side and catching the blur of red in place. "Touch. My." He dodged a glowing golden rope and hissed, catching it in his hand and yanking the person off their feet and into an empty computer desk behind him. "Son!"

As the fight continued, Danny made sure to corral the smaller beings behind him, away from the older threats in the room. Now he stood, defensive and staring down the shadow and green man beside him. The adults, not Scientists, had eased back by the time he'd taken up his defensive position. Still, Danny needed to get them out. Vlad and Elle were still in the pods that were thawing without his power to sustain them. They wouldn't be out in time, he needed-

desperate-lonely-hurt-afraid-dad-Dad

Danny chuffed, relieved to hear his young one chirp in return. The sound was hesitant and confused, as if he'd never made it before. He reached back and rested his hand between the boy's shoulder blades. His child went boneless against him. His instinct to comfort warred with needing to get them Out.

"We mean you no harm." The green one stepped closer, while the Shadow hissed a warning of 'Kal!' and held an arm to the dangerous ones chest. "Forgive us for causing alarm, but we are here to help."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you. Just because you lot have a grasp on the color spectrum doesn't mean you aren't enemies." He growled in return, and the man stopped advancing. He felt a press on his mind and snarled, shoving back and making him stumble away. "Don't."

He was aware of the children at his back catching Vlad and Elle as they fell from their containment units. The faint press of them against his awareness meant they were alive, but not yet awake.

"What do we call you?" The Shadow Being asked, caution in his tone. Danny could feel a soft hum of caution-respect off of them, as well as the tie of Family-Protect-Worry between them and the young one in red, yellow, and green beside his own. Keeping attention on the brightly colored red and blue scowling one, he took stock of the room.

There were no alarms or flashing lights, no shouting commands or guns whining as they powered up. The children were tense, anxious, but not afraid. Not like his son had been. Not like his son still sort of was.

Son.

That was a surprise. More so even than when the shift in his and Elle's relationship happened. When she'd become unstable again and reverted to her Core age of seven. He felt kind of like Elle, less ghost, more alive, but like her all the same. Another clone.

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He had Fraid bonds but no adult familial ones. A brother, but the bond was weak. Who had been caring for him? The zipping child had a Guardian-Child bond with the Red one he had frozen, the Blonde girl with the one he had thrown.

"Phantom." He said finally, his energy waning now that the immediate danger had passed. "You are, their guardians?" He asked, letting the ice melt from the Red Fast one. The Shadow grunted and nodded his head.

"I am Batman. My colleges are Wonder Woman, Flash, Superman, and Martian Manhunter." Batman offered in a clear show of goodwill. Danny nodded and looked at his Son, faintly alarmed he was crying, and brushed some of the tears away with his thumb.

"Is he stable?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at Batman, carding his fingers through his son's hair, determined to know before proper darkness took hold of him.

"Yes." They seemed surprised when the tension melted out of him, and he turned, wrapping his arms around the boy.

"Did they name you?" He asked softly. He could feel the confusion and hope so very clearly. It made him angry to think anything he was doing didn't feel normal for him.

"K-Kon-E-. er, Conner." He had corrected himself, and alarm bells rang in Danny's mind. A Kryptonian name? But they were all... Why would he correct-? His eyes flashed brightly, snapping to Superman's own. He bared his fangs with a low growl and tucked Conner's head under his chin. There was something violent about Superman, something dark that clung to him and radiated malice.

A problem for once he'd recovered.

"Your sister will be thrilled to meet you." He hummed against soft, dark hair. Conner's breath hitched, "She's...just like... you." He added, shifting his weight and going to his knees.

The last thing he was aware of was the parent-child bond as it clicked into place in his core. Surprise, delight, and alarm lighting it up just as he dropped into blissful darkness.

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Conner hadn't left the medical wing on the watchtower since the three captive metas had been brought up. His friends were in and out, with Robin stopping by the most often. He was exhausted but couldn't sleep, anxious for Phantom, his Dad, to wake up again. Something warm and right had settled in his chest.

Phantom had accepted him. Hadn't even been fully awake before he'd tried to protect him from the freaking Justice League. Then he had passed out, and in a flash of light became a black haired man and had a heartbeat. Robin and everyone were going through the gathered data as well as they could.

Black Canary was enforcing breaks for their mental health. Especially when Cyborg recovered a file on PH12 dated the week before the whole thing was shut down. Reproductive trials. It was all so sickeningly clinical and detached. They hadn't even considered them lab animals. Thankfully, none of the planned trials had taken place as the sector was cut and shut down.

The other two had woken briefly. Long enough to learn their names and experience that same bizarre warmth. His sister's name was Phantasm. She had black hair and blue eyes like his. She'd squealed and grabbed his face when she saw him.

Phantasm had also asked if he was stable. When he asked what that meant, she just smiled and said ominously, "I melted a lot after I was made. Stable now, but, Dad still fusses all the time." and then she was asleep again.

Plasmius was awake longer. Long enough to explain that he and Phantasm weren't the same as Phantom. So long in the cold meant they needed time to readjust their Cores to their proper state. Sleep would allow that. His hair was silver and eyes a gray blue, like Tim's were. He also explained they were Half living, half dead, and once free of their prison had been able to revert to their natural living state to heal.

He was the first to ask the date, staring off into the middle distance once told. "That's quite a long time." Conner had agreed and sat in the silence for a while.

"Why don't, Phantom and Phantasm had this... connection with me." He said hesitantly, glancing at the elder meta while he reclined in the hospital bed, picking at his fruits. "Do, well, I mean why don't..."

"I'm not surprised you wouldn't have a bond with me. Such things are new to me, and while your father and sister know more, even they have little information."

"Why?"

For several agonizing minutes, nothing was said. A hundred worse case scenarios flashed through his mind, but what Plasmius actually said surprised him.

"It has nothing to do with you, my boy. My relationship with Phantom is complicated, and I hurt Phantasm, so much so, I don't believe I deserve their forgiveness in hindsight. They still offered it when I had reached my lowest. I had only just begun making amends when we were captured."

"Oh."

"You can't be more than three or four. What is your connection? If you don't mind my asking."

"Phantom's my dad... uh, well, one of them. I was cloned, and we thought it was Superman, but the paperwork was falsified. Apparently they were trying to clone him, but it wasn't working, so... they used Phantom's and pretended it was Supes' far as we could find."

"Hmm. And you're stable? No sudden and intense bouts of pain, aches, and or melting?"

Conner laughed at that and shook his head. "No. This is the third time in my whole life I've been asked that."

"Yes, well, in my experience those are symptoms of an unstable clone and are often precursor to fatalities. Including, in your sisters rare case, age regression."

"Wow." They settled into silence until Plasmius too went back to sleep.

Now he was sat beside Phantom's bed and waiting for him to wake up again. Which could take days or weeks for all they knew. Luck was on his side at least because it was only two days of waiting before the man stirred in his bed.

Before he could try to speak, Conner got him a cup of water and helped him sit up a little. "Hey dad..." He whispered, still in awe of it being real and true.

"Hey Stardust." Phantom's voice was deep and rough from disuse and sleep, and it was the best thing Conner had ever heard. If he was crying again when he climbed up next to him and curled into the hug, well, Phantom didn't say anything.

Safe-Loved-Family-Never Let Go-Safe

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Batman is maybe a little seduced by Phantom's display of Paternal Defensiveness. To go from what the JLA thought was a deep freeze to holding his own? Also herding all the teens behind him? CoughHotAFAlsoCough

Superman is not impressed. In fact, he thinks they should be a little more concerned about this. He also thinks he doesn't deserve all the side eyeing he's getting for being properly cautious of not just these metas but of Superboy. ffs he was vindicated that time that Luthor took control of him and almost killed the Titans. Batman, he Broke Robin's Arm!

Batman who trusts Tim's judgment, and we're here to drag Clark for being shitty, so we get that good dad Bruce Wayne content: If we were justifying treating children like villains because of brainwashing, I think we should discuss your criminal record as well Kal-El.

Wonder Woman can't wait to spar with this Phantom after that half feral instinct driven fight.

Hey you things that live outside of windows it was my turn with the brain cell so you know what time it is :}

Ok so here’s what my brain cooked up, Danny becoming the little brother of the Ancient of the Void !PLOT! So Danny leaves amity park because of his parents and goes to the ghost zone to heal up and decide what to do now while he’s injured he meets the Ancient of the Void and the Void just kinda picks him up and takes him back to their lair

(The Voids thought progress )

See injuried small ghost = small ghost = baby = injured baby ghost with no parents

So yeah they just kinda kidnapped him but their taking care of him so Danny’s fine with it (later on Danny tells Them that he is not a baby and the Void gets that but still takes care of him like he is one) and after some time Danny start to turn into the opposite of The Void and looks like this

And when he asks the void what is going on with him the Void says that he is turning into the Ancient of creation and now to the JL so when Tim goes through the time thing he somehow ends up in the lair of Danny and the Void ( For Danny the Void calls him Prism so misunderstanding 1 they think his names is Prism) and meets Danny who is just flying around and playing in the Void and Tim try’s to hide but Danny finds him first and Tim explains why his here and that’s his looking for his father Danny grabs his arm ( and Danny’s helping him because if the Void found out that someone they and Danny did not bring in they would probably kill him) and brings him to the Void and explains to them and the Void and Tim makes a deal with him they’ll find his father and bring him back to where he belongs but Tim has to stay here for a bit because enrichment for Danny.

So Bruce gets back home with tim and a few years pass until one day a portal opens and a big shadow hands comes through and grabs Tim and takes him and the rest goes as follows

The Batfam = freaking out ,crying, throwing up 

The Void, Tim , Danny =chilling out and being friends

Also the void looks like this

(The second pic is of Danny and the void hugging)

That’s all for now byeee

this image can only be shared on Thursday, Sept. 12

Love this fic, and I agree with the natgeo probability

The Shade Of Old Trees by Kryal In which WWX was ice'd for hundreds of years and wakes up in modern times.

i binge read this my whole day off and needless to say the worldbuilding got me on a chokehold 😩💖