Please Let Me Do My Job

A Mothers Lesson

Lady Shiva thought it was time she taught her daughter a lesson.

Her daughter had grown relaxed in her time with Batman, and the recent news was that she had fallen in love with a boy.

Now she stood atop the boys roof thinking of how finding the boys body was going to teach her daughter that love was weakness, that emotions and family was weakness and remind her to never be weak.

She snuck in through the window, fully intent on catching the boy asleep in bed. This was going to be such an easy lesson- A glowing green fist smashed her in to the wall

Her arm broke-shattered. she looked at a boy, the boy. "I was wondering how long you where going to stand on my roof like a stalker. Even Batman had better manners."

She spoke only to be interrupted; "I am- I know who you are lady Shiva. Cass told me. She still cries your name in her nightmares."

She smiled proudly, only to receive an inhuman kick that broke several ribs. "Are you proud of that you sadist? Pleased with the pain and trauma you've caused?"

She tried to speak but noticed the temperature drop and the shadows grow and animate.

"No more. No more pain. No more trauma. No more nightmares. No More Lessons. I love her. I love Cass and there will be No More.

The shadows grew. they wrapped around her- pulling her into the darkness. The only thing she saw where Lazarus green eyes.

Amnesia AU

Part 3

Bruce Wayne's a Foster Parent. Also he avoids death a lot so a dead person can usually tell if a humans meant to have died but didn't.

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"Bruce you know I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to but-"

Bruce just sighed from his side of the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Nobody ever really expects to get a phone call nearing 3 am but exceptions had to be made when you were a legal foster parent and also a part-time secret super hero. If it wasn't one thing calling for him it was the other.

On the other side of the phone, Bruce heard the caseworker, Roni, chuckle.

"It's just for 3 nights and half of the day after, but I need you to be prepared for something before I can pass them off to you."

Bruce sat upright now on his bed, attentively listening to her words. Usually the kids didn't really come with any pre-warnings from the Caseworker themselves, letting anything about each Foster kid be said inside of their personal files that got sent along with them.

But when she gave out this information it was usually important. The last time Bruce had gotten a warning like this it was for Jason which was ages ago it feels at this point.

"What is it?"

"The kids are-" Her voice trailed off, like as if she was still searching for the right words to say. "They've been through what I can honestly only describe as the equivalent to a meta-kid trafficking lab"

Bruce shifted as he heard the driving continue on the other side of the phone.

"They're very guarded because of what they went through and they might display.. unusual behavior. More unusual then a meta-kids behavior after such a situation would be, but don't let it fool you! The kids are really sweet beyond being afraid."

Bruce frowns at the descriptions before replying to her, mentally trying to prepare himself for the idea of these kids and what they might have went through.

"I'll make a note of it then. Thank you, Roni"

"No, thank you, Bruce. I really appreciate this last minute placement. We'll be by really soon"

He was left with a click as he removed himself off his bed and threw the covers to the side of him. Alfred would want to know that they would have 2 new guests in the manor, at the very least to greet them and have rooms prepared even if they didn't need to have them prepared further then what they already were.

It was less then 5 minutes later that Bruce found himself, with Alfred, greeting the temporary fosters at the front door. Roni looked tiredly at them as she pushed the kids front and center.

Bruce could relate heavily.

"Hello Danny, Ellie. It's nice to meet you both, I'm Bruce Wayne."

Danny just stared at the mans outstretched hand for a second before he turned to look up at him, a pinched look on his face. Ellie matched his expression, although being a bit more subtle about it as she looked over Bruce as a whole.

Eerily, Bruce felt like his very soul was being judge the longer the kids stared at him. He also felt a sense of familiarity with these two kids the longer this continued.

They seemed detached rather than afraid like their caseworker had explained earlier, more so viewing the world as if they were outside of it rather then in it in any way.

Danny was quick to glare at him after another moment, "You're a fruit-loop, aren't you?"

Ellie broke from her own scanning almost immediately when she heard Danny's comment, cackling beside him before shoving him off with her arm. The action made Bruce smile as he took his arm back and placed it by his side.

Alfred also looked amused between the pair of siblings before turning attention to the task at hand again. Bruce just smiled at his pseudo-fathers usual fondness over children, knowing he was being reminded of his own grandchildren.

"This is Alfred. He's going to be the one to show you over to your rooms for the next few nights." Alfred greeted the kids in the same polite way he usually greeted all guests before he leaned down and extended his hands towards their belongings. He didn't grab their belongings just remained leaning over them before questioning the kids if they would like help to take their stuff to their rooms.

Bruce only really saw it faintly and if it were any other moment he might have ignored it as a sleepless hallucination, but for some reason he noticed the change immediately. The twins eyes go from a darker blue to a flashing bright green.

As if alarmed by the sudden movement towards their belongings.

Danny was quick to catch his own staring as well, eyes flashing back to blue for only a second before reverting back to green. Almost as if to give off some kind of warning.

Ellie noticed his staring immediately and shoved Danny again, this time more forceful for his attention before turning to whisper something to him when she had him back.

Bruce felt his skin crawl before turning away to face their caseworker, not really understanding anything they were saying beyond hearing a few words and feeling their eyes look between each other and his back.

Death Touched was an especially new description, and one that stuck in his head the second he heard it.

Bruce waited until the kids were guided away by Alfred before talking to their caseworker officially and waking her up from her half delirious tired drop-off.

"Hey Roni? Is there any chance we can extend the Fenton kids stay?"

There was something going on here with these kids and he was going to get to the bottom of it. One way or another.

Puns and spoilers.

Stephanie Brown aka batgirl aka spoiler, in her civilian guise [currently a now freed hostage from the jokers elaborate scheme to kill the bat]: "is that seat taken?"

Danny Nightingale aka phantom, ex hero, exhausted mechanical engineer [who just embarrassed the hell out of the joker by ruining his plot, disabling his traps, freeing hostages and mocking him as the joker failed to land a single hit on danny]: "uh, that's my lap?"

Uhhh yeah

Short DPXDC Prompts #677

Jason’s motorcycle frame he used as red hood was salvaged from a scrap yard. He’s not sure why he hasn’t replaced it for something more modern… something about it couldn’t let him let it go.

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Johnny 13 finds out that his old bike is being put to good use

Ma and Pa were just lazing around the front porch in their farm during a meteor shower night.

Clark and Lois were out for rare time out at the town. Conner was with Tim in Gotham, and Jon was sleeping soundly in his bed upstairs.

It was a peaceful night indeed, but until one shooting meteor light came heading towards the opposite direction, going straight towards their Corn fields.

Pa glances at Ma, who looks to him and smiles back softly. Seem another family member was arriving soon enough indeed.

"Let go see the new arrivals, ma." Pa said softly, already taking his truck key out of his pocket.

5 minutes will go, driving straight toward the crash site where an almost broken apart silver and glowing green ship lies, the front glass shattered with a mere slightest touch.

Lies not one alien, but 6 aliens in total..

Most of them were unconscious, young children, huddle up close in a pile except for one, who was a young lady with bright orange hair, bleeding excessively green blood dripping down her head, a necklace that seem to just stop glowing and shattered to pieces, carrying a very small white haired child, or possibly a baby close with one hand out, tightly holding glowing green gun in her very shakenly grasp.

What came out of her voice was a mere whisper nearly static, like with a slur of very old English.

"Don't hurt them."