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My son wants to destroy the world, how do I stop him? - Search

It had been a few months since Phantom joined the League. Although he was more of an emergency contact they called in worse cases than a real member. According to the Justice League Dark, he was a ruler of another dimension so he couldn't be around all the time.

When Wonder Woman complained about his commitment to the team, Phantom frowned and called her hypocritical. Apparently Phantom watched over all the dimensions, so asking him to protect one in particular was stupid, or worse, selfish. Diana ended up very embarrassed after learning about it.

Then, it was strange for Phantom to stay beyond 5 minutes after providing his help, so Bruce was surprised to see the boy walking towards him looking extremely nervous and asking for a conversation. Bruce agreed out of curiosity.

The conversation took a strange turn when Phantom started praising his parenting skills (Bruce was proud of his kids clearly, but how the fuck did Phantom know his identity?), and complimented him on...Red Hood's self-control??? And what a good kid he was??

Apparently, Phantom had a son (Bruce was starting to believe in the "immortal" part that Constantine talked about), but he had a terrible temper and loved to destroy dimensions, for which he was often punished (Bruce was at a loss for words), Phantom assured him that no dimension that didn't deserve it was destroyed but he didn't know how to change Dan's approach.

The King insisted that he was fine with his son destroying dimensions as long as his grandfather authorized it, since they had forgiven him and those dimensions were finished anyway (Batman was grateful that his mask would not show his facial expression) but that destroying everyone would affect him in the long run and he was worried about him.

In the end, Bruce invited them to the mansion, or rather, invited Phantom to talk to Alfred and he told him he would bring his son. Bruce remembered that Jason would be visiting that day and wondered how badly the meeting would go.

*Mini Jesus lands on me while crotcheting*

Me: Why did you through mini jesus at me

Dad: He went through the wash

Me: You washed off his color!

Little brother(he's a little clueless) : but he still has color

Me: *starts cracking up*

This is the mini jesus.

So, time in the Infinite Realms is pretty warped. Some places it moves faster, some places it moves slower.

This is pretty convenient for Danny.

This is pretty confusing for the other heroes.

Danny, leaving in a portal: Alright everybody I got some ghost king paperwork to deal with I’ll be back in a sec

Heroes, doing their business: aight

Danny: Hey I’m back! Gosh paperwork is so annoying to deal with..

Heroes: ??

*Danny has an argument with Jazz or smby idk*

Danny, storming off: Don’t try summoning me!

Heroes: you two need to work it out

Jazz: Yeah we should. I’ll apologize when he gets back.

Danny: Hey guys I’m back! Sorry about that I was pretty upset but I’ve cooled down now.

Heroes: ???

Jazz: No worries! I’m sorry too.

Heroes: ????

Or: everybody consecutively forgot to explain the time warping to them. They’ll figure it out. Eventually.

The Justice League is facing down a god of Weather they've never heard of, and they need to summon the Ghost King. They expect Constantine to be nervous, or even perhaps a little afraid. They don't expect him to start laughing hysterically and drawing a sigil on the floor with lipstick he had in his pocket.

"Constan...tine?" Flash asks, looking concerned.

Zatanna just sighs and walks away, clearly knowing what's going on and wanting nothing to do with it.

"He can't run away from me now!" Constantine says, aggressively finishing the summoning circle and slamming his hands down to activate it.

"Oi! C'mere, you little shit! There's no getting away this time! Some big ugly bloke who controls weather is causing trouble, and I'd say that's one of the things you can't ignore!"

The summoning sigil glows. It seems...sluggish.

Then is speeds up, and a teenager wearing a NASA hoodie rises out of it, holding a burger in one hand and wearing a tired glare on his face.

"Fine. I'll go get him. Can you stop being weird about this?"

"Weird? Nawr, I'm not weird. But you are gonna need to do a debrief, before you leave. Which means coming up here." The 'where I'll be waiting' is unsaid, but very clear.

The Ghost King looks disgusted before disappearing, presumably to deal with the Weather God.

No one says anything, but everyone stares at Constantine.

"What-?"

"That's his lovers' son, and he's been trying to win him over for months." Zatanna drones, coming back with a sandwich.

"That...I mean. People don't usually call their stepkids 'little shit'." Superman says, looking both uncomfortable and a little nervous.

"Well most people's unofficial stepkids don't deliberately cockblock them by opening a portal to the Infinite Realms beneath their feet, now do they?"

Or; Constantine was sent to investigate Amity Park and apprehend the criminals Jack and Maddie Fenton. He failed steps 1-6 and fucked them instead. Except their son is the Ghost King, and in response to Constantine showing up again and again, he decided to start tossing the Hellblazer into the Infinite Realms every time the man tried to get nasty with the kid's parents. He's also been avoiding Constantine like the plague, deliberately not answering any calls from the man and leaving to a different dimension whenever Constantine tries to talk it out. Now, though. Now John's been given a chance to summon the little shit and try to sit his ass down for a long overdue conversation about boundaries and the fact that he doesn't get to decide who his parents fuck. And yes, the lipstick in his pocket was Maddies.

character in a fight scene: *restrains their opponent by pinning them against the wall by their wrists*

me:

Amity Parkers moving to Gotham for college. Sam and Paulina pooling their trust funds together to buy an abandoned hotel and fitting it as apartments for everybody. They all train together in the courtyard to keep their skills up and just because it's fun. Suddenly an influx of super competent self-trained (or maybe ghost-trained) young adults.

Everybody having their little niches and suddenly they all have more free time that's not being taken up by ghost attacks so many of them started different YouTube channels with info they found out from the ghostly residents of Amity. Star and Paulina running a history of beauty channel going over makeup, hair styles and fashion, special guest Sam when going over alt fashions. Dash and Kwan running one on the history of sports. Wes and Mikey running a conspiracy theory podcast. Valerie running a martial arts channel. Danny just info-dumping about space and spacecraft in videos that range from 45 minutes to four hours. Tucker running a how-to channel for fixing tech and coding. Sam running a combination true crime and witchy channel. The Trio running a Let's Play channel.

Ghostly things happening in all of the videos and everybody guesting on everybody else's channels leads to everybody thinking it's all an elaborate ARG. Danny just floating through the walls half-asleep with a glowing shaker bottle in the background. Some of them when they're in the middle of a rant seem to forget to take a breath or their eyes or freckles start glowing. On a livestream Paulina snaps at somebody off screen and her eyes are suddenly glowing green. Danielle pops in during a charity livestream that the Trio are running and calls Danny-Daddy, Sam-Mom, and Tucker-Dad and is just floating on the back of the couch. Danny doing a stream to watch a rocket take off and suddenly a robe and crown flash and he disappears in a flash of green and the stream is just dead space until the rocket's about to take off and Danny comes running in and jumps over the back of his chair to watch it and cheer.

) <- super parenthesis. reblog to close all parentheticals you opened and forgot to close in your life and return to equilibrium

Okay but that sounds so gay "pensive air and fiery gaze struck him singularly" that sounds like a love poem

Imagine sitting in a quince tree, reading a book, minding your own business... only to encounter a strange, dour man walking around who turns out to be Jean-Jacques Rousseau.

On his roving walks, he met more than once a man whose pensive air and fiery gaze struck him singularly. It was JJ Rousseau, which he learned later.

Charles-Victor de Bonstetten: étude biographique et littéraire d'après des documents en partie inédits. (1860). Switzerland: Georges Bridel éditeur.