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Wish You Were There

Anonymous

Summary:

Based on a Tumblr ask:
Danny is Bruce Wayne's biological son, who was given up early to protect him from villains. When Danny found out (shortly after becoming a halfa), he felt abandoned and he decided not to contact the Wayne's.
Fast forward some years later, the JL and JLD are losing to a powerful demon. Constantine gets the idea to summon the Ghost King and he's unlucky enough to have a front seat at the tense family reunion.

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There was something wrong in this picture.

Yes, the pesky demon had been subdued rather quickly after the Ghost King had agreed to help out with their newest upstart, but now the powerful entity was locked in a standoff with their good ol’ spook and neither Batman or the King had seen it fit to look away from each other.

John was not stupid. He knew that the air hadn’t been freezing minutes ago. The Ghost King must have one hell of a grudge to let his power leak this blatantly.

Oh, sod it. He was too curious for his own good.

“So…” the magician drawled, after he finished taking in a drag of his cigarette. “Do you lads know each other?”

“No,” the Ghost King denied.

“Yes,” Batman affirmed.

The ectoplasmic entity hissed instantly, glaring holes into the white slits of the batsuit. The being’s entire form seemed to glitch out of existence for a second, before reasserting itself while shrouding himself in bursts of static.

“You have some nerve, acknowledging me now after giving me up immediately after my birth!”

John's cigarette fell to the ground.

“Bats… You must be pulling my leg,” he muttered.

The cold-hearted son of a bitch didn’t even deign to look at him. His whole attention was not straying from his so-called son. The fucking Ghost King of the Infinite Realms.

Oh, bollocks. This was going to come back to bite them in their collective arses, right?

“I couldn’t raise you while I was being attacked daily by assassins and supervillains. My own home was a target and I couldn’t possibly risk having you inside the manor while I was busy with something else in the city,” Batman said.

“Oh, sure!” the Ghost King said. “Is that what you tell yourself when you bother to think about it? That it was a matter of keeping me safe? What about all your Robins? What’s stopping you from having other children around when you didn’t want me to besmirch your ancestral home?”

Batman twitched, as if to restrain himself from making any movement.

“Things had changed by then,” he said stiffly.

The Ghost King laughed bitterly.

“But not enough to retrieve me? I can’t believe you.”

Batman stood still; a statue. His mouth moved and then shut itself in a line.

The Ghost King shook his head, his own face twisting.

“Well, this was a heart-warming family reunion. Good to know you’re still fighting the good fight, Dad-”

“How is it, that you are dead?” Batman asked, finally thawing enough to move and actually do something. The idiot made to grasp at the younger man and John sucked in a breath in surprise when he saw that he succeeded in having a hold on his arm. “The Fenton’s were a good family. Nothing came up when I did background checks on them. You should have been safe. Protected. And away from anything remotely supernatural.”

The Ghost King looked at Bats. At the way his hand had connected with his own. The physical contact seemed to throw him off for a second, but he recovered quickly. He shook Batman’s arm off and drifted away with flashing eyes.

“I sure hope that your definition of normal is not skewed, old man. Because, news flash! The Fenton’s were anything, but normal.”

“What happened?” Batman pressed.

A beat. Then, the Ghost King smirked.

“How about… You do some research on that, since you failed so badly the first time? I’m done with whatever this is.”

The bloody cunt vanished into thin air, leaving them both breathing into the chilled air.

It was mildly disappointing.

Huffing, John kicked the butt of his cigarette that laid on the ground, just waiting for Bats to fall into his predictable pattern and threaten him.

“Not a word of this interaction to anyone, Constantine,” Batman said. The sad sod had not moved from the spot where his son had left him at, except to throw him a glare over his shoulder.

“You mean, not a word about how you abandoned your son, and he died and claimed the throne to the entire realm of the Undead while you thought you were protecting him?” John asked, sarcasm loosening his tongue. “Sure! Not a word about it to anyone. I’m not going to think about this, ever.”

Batman grunted, already dismissing him, and stormed away to do whatever a Bat does to brood.

John sighed and looked at the sky.

“Well, at least he was not mine.”

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