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“Who is this?” Clark asked with suspicion in his blue eyes.

“My boyfriends, Dash Baxter and Tim Drake,” Conner replied nonchalantly.

“And who is the jackass?” The blond ‘boyfriend’ asked sarcastically.

“My father.”

“Well, I would say nice to meet you Mr. Clark but with what Conner has told me about your lack of respect for him and that terrible first impression? We’re just going to leave.”

Dash hooked his arm into Conner’s elbow and proceeded to tug him away. Clark roughly grabbed the younger Kent’s other arm, inciting a pained grunt from the younger man. 

“And where do you think you are taking my clo- son, Mr. Baxter?”

Dash immediately kicked Clark’s arm and Tim held the bruised arm of their boyfriend. Clark was surprised as he felt a small degree of pain from this civilian’s kick.

“To continue our date and away from you, jackass. If you think you have any say in Conner and my relationship, you have another thing coming. Well newsflash wise guy, I know bastard fathers when I see one. So focused on the whole 'clone' thing and can't even see that Conner is so different from you.”

Tim Drake smirked smugly at the look of surprise on Clark’s face while Conner looked to have fallen more in love with the blond. Before said blond could drag the other two black-haired guys away, a screech of metal on asphalt and screams of people turn all their attention to an out-of-control bus, its driver trying his hardest to reign in the swerving. The four could also see the young girl holding her barking puppy, most likely frozen in fear at the bus careening towards her.  Clark watched as the triad looked at each other silently, as if communicating via telepathy, and reacted to the scene. 

The disguised Superman frowned as his clone focused on saving other people and was surprised that the rude blond and the son of Bruce went for the girl and the bus. Surprised then turned into shock as he watched Tim get the girl to safety while the blond civilian went straight for the bus and basically flipped its wheels over top with a heave. The civilian-possible-meta proceeded to shatter the tempered glass windshield and got everyone within to crawl out.

When the emergency services and the reporters arrived, the triad immediately assisted wherever they could. The paramedics even commended Dash and Tim on their expert bandage work. A pair of reporters from a specific new channel, who were so focused on getting the scoop and pulled Dash away from splinting a casualty, had their filming equipment crushed and shattered into pieces between his fists before he returned to splinting the casualty. The reporters of other news channels recorded the following altercation.

When he was done splinting, Dash stood up and punched the angry cameraman. He looked down at the fearful reporter and cameraman.

“If you think your job and your equipment is so much more important that it justifies pulling me away from saving a life , then I hope another reporter deems your life insignificant enough to interrupt a paramedic who is trying to save you .” 

The cameraman and reporter flinched at the venom in his voice. Dash turned to the rest of the reporters sharply, causing all of them to flinch, judging by the sudden jerk in the video. 

“If you all want answers so badly, quote me on this : Some weird shit happened in high school, never been the same since . Now, either help or go back to your office.”

He angrily stomped to the flipped bus and proceeded to flip it back onto its wheels, then separated cars that had piled onto each other. He was mumbling under his breath about calling ‘Jazz’ and how she would be so proud of him.  

That eventful day ended with Conner, Tim, and Dash enjoying a movie and having a nice dinner. As for the aftermath, while there was no mention of it on official news channels, social media was filled with photos of reporters shutting down their equipment and keeping them to help the paramedics, some even provided transport to the hospital. A new hashtag, MetaDash, trended for weeks, and Dash was affectionately teased by the other ex-students of Casper High when they found out.

It trended yet again when a live stream accidentally caught Dash nailing a purse thief at the back of the head with a single sneaker. The thief did not get up for the few minutes Dash took to retrieve the purse, and the few minutes after the blond left. The last update everyone got of the thief was him being hospitalized from blunt force trauma to the back of the skull.

Clark, with the aid of Bruce, managed to get a test done of Dash Baxter, only to stare at the [97% Human] on his test result. One thing is for sure, Clark Kent still does not like this rude entity from Amity Park that has captured his clone’s heart.

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“Bruce, since when do you hire demigods?”

“We do not,” Bruce answered.

“Please explain why you have a demigod right there. Brown skin, green eyes.” 

Bruce looked to where Diana was pointing: a meeting that was currently in session for those in the IT Department. He scanned the attendees until he spotted the one with the features Diana mentioned. The name ‘Tucker Foley’ came to mind, flagged out for some inconsistencies in his skillset in his resume.

“Diana, Wayne Corp has done the background search. He is human.”

“He is a Pharaoh, an active one judging by his aura. All Pharaohs are avatars of the Egyptian God King, Horus, also known as a demigod. He is a demigod.” She gasped excitedly “A cousin! I must meet him to assess his level of training.”

The CEO sighed at her enthusiasm and brought her over to the meeting room. It was at great timing as everyone in the meeting room stood up to pack. The entire department then noticed the two waiting outside, their boss looking nonchalant and his high-profile guest looking intently at their newest member.

“Good afternoon Mr. Wayne, is there something you need? And, allow me to introduce to you, this is Mr. Tucker Foley, our new employee in the department. He is a definite tech genius!” The department head, Kardyne, gushed.

“Tucker hmm? It is a pleasure to finally meet another cousin.”

The entire department went silent. Some of the employees paled, raising some alarm among Diana and Bruce. The aforementioned tech genius raised his watch, tapped the screen a few times with a frown, and then looked up at the Amazonian.

“Not to be a bummer, but I am pretty sure I will remember having such a beautiful lady as my cousin. I am afraid you are mistaken, Miss?”

“Diana Prince,” Foley’s jaws dropped, “but I implore that you call me Diana, I know cousins when I see one- “

“I apologize for interrupting this family meeting, but I would like to ask Mr. Foley something.”

“Of course, Mr. Wayne sir, ask me anything!” 

“In private. Let’s go to my office.”

Tucker looked at his department head, silently asking for permission. At Kardyne's stuttered nod, the Amazonian picked up her 'cousin' and power walked to the lift, leaving Bruce to sight and chase her. It was only when they had reached Bruce’s office that Diana released Tucker from her hold. Bruce remarked he was oddly fine, almost comfortable in her arms, 

“Mr. Wayne, may I say something before you ask a question?” Bruce waved a hand, a gesture to continue, “You need to beef up your tech as Batman.”

Diana stifled a laugh as Bruce stared at the younger man in astonishment.

“Sir, you are not subtle concerning your identity. The people of Gotham may eat up your persona as ‘Brucie Wayne’ but you aren’t that subtle.” Diana let out a snort. 

“And Miss Prince” Tucker received a glare. “Miss Diana?” a harder glare. “… Diana” finally a smile

“Why do you call me cousin? We are not related. I am a mere human while you are an immortal demigoddess Amazonian.”

“Do you have relatives in Egypt? Past and or current.” Bruce asked, interrupting Diana before she could speak.

“Currently alive? Don’t think so, or at the very least, very far from my part of the genealogy. But I do know I have ancestral roots in Egypt.” Tucker paused, lips pursed in thought “Under the Duulaman family if I am not wrong? I have been told I look exactly like him.”

“Duulaman? Like King Dulaaman? One of the pharaohs in Ancient Egypt? After King Tutankhamun?”

“Yes, why? He ruled before King Tut’s family took over as the royal family. Duulaman's legacy ended with a coup thanks to stupid decisions made by his heir, the Crown Prince, and the several illegitimate children he spawned. The princess married into the family that eventually became King Tut to escape the death sentence. Hmm, I guess one of the illegitimate children eventually led to me.” (A/N: I made this up, don't come after me.)

Diana smacked Bruce on the back, her eyes practically screaming ‘I told you so’. Bruce merely winced while Tucker’s confusion grew.

“You, Mr. Foley, regardless of legitimacy, the blood of a pharaoh is flowing through your veins- “ Bruce starts before getting pushed aside by his increasingly impatient friend.

“And pharaohs are known as avatars of the Egyptian Gods, mostly Horus. They were essentially their children in a certain way. You, being a descendant of the pharaoh, means you are also the descendent of Horus and therefore a demigod. So, no young one, you are not a “mere human”, you are a demigod like myself.” Diana finished with a smile, ignoring Bruce and rubbing his shoulder.

" That... explains some things… that happened in my life."

'Still does not explain my affinity with electricity and machinery though .' Tucker thought to himself.

"Also, your aura shows your status to be 'active', do you have subjects that you have dominion over?"

"And does this have any relation to your mayoral stint in Amity Park?"

“Amity Park has and always will be a strange place, Mr. Wayne.” The new employee, and the reason for Diana’s excitement and Bruce’s current headache, said with a fake smile.

"On your file, it says you are married, does your spouse know of this?"

"Oh Ancients, Danny and Sam are going to laugh themselves silly with this. Ughhh, they are going to bring up King Tuck again." and in a whisper, "Even if Danny is a king himself."

"In-laws? How fantastic!" Then a pause from Diana, "This 'Danny' is a king as well?"

Tucker merely groaned, then frowned and opened his mouth.

"Sam got involved with some godlike entity too, does that also make her a demigod?" 

Tucker was referring to the fiasco with Undergrowth's mind control. Danny had mentioned that the plant-based ghost was one of the origins, basically the Infinite Realm's version of the goddess Gaia.

Bruce sighed and silently poured himself a drink while Diana stewed in thought and shrugged.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. WHAT DO YOU WANT?” 

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“I don’t even know who you are and why you are chasing me!”

"Oh for Ancients' sake- John Constantine, by order of Ghost King Phantom-"

“Oh fuck.”

“-on the crimes of soul contract fraud an- stop running! Your Highness!”

With a blur of black and white, Constantine’s view of the world tipped over with a punch to his torso. 

“Got him!”

A heavy sigh came from the floating black suit of armour as the scroll collapsed into a swirl of green.

“Princess, if His Majesty knew-”

“He would laugh and tell me I did a good job!”

Constantine was getting dizzier, hanging upside down by the leg held by this ‘princess’. He groaned, attempting to keep whatever he had down -or is it up?- in his stomach. With a swirl of greens and a dawning sense of supernatural dread, Constantine disappeared from a dark alley with an aborted shout just as the ‘princess’ says:

“Let’s go, Frighty! To the Keep!”

-

“W̷̜̼̻̰̄̂͌e̷̢̢̝͇͗̃͐ļ̸̻̋͜l̵̳̮̀̀̅͝,̶̦̙̬̓ ̸̨̰͉͔͑ẁ̵̭̕e̴̱̥̗̐̕͜l̵̳̱̳̾͜l̵̪̓̆̌,̷̹̹͊͐̀̄ ̶̡̉̓͊̒w̵̢̨̻̚ȇ̷̺͖͗̅̕l̶͆͜l̷̗͐̈.̶̧̠͇͍̒̕ ̴̬̅̈́͝Ȃ̸͎̪̏͐̊ẗ̷̳́ ̴̛̥͎̈́l̴̬͔͔͐͘͝ă̴̛͉̔͜s̶̘̙͇̦͊̈t̶̖̼̋̔͑,̶̘̪̬̑͂͐ ̵̠̞̦́̃ẅ̶̥́͊e̸̡͑ ̶̧͒̍̇̄f̶̰͚̄͑͋ḯ̵͚͝n̵̥̙͓̏̏a̴̫͛̚͜l̷̟͇͐̾͜l̴͖̜̯̝̃͑̉y̸̩͚̽ ̴̪͓͍̊m̸̟̃́ê̸̹̰̭̣̓̄͘ę̶͖͔̥̔͗ṭ̴̰̐̊̃ ̵͚͕̭̉ṫ̴̗̟̬̈́͆h̸͔̦̱̋͌͜e̶̥͗ ̸̝͑͛͛̚f̴̛̛̻̻̼͖́̾a̵̤̐͜m̸͇̞̫͑̍̃́ě̵̥̓d̷̜̃͒̈́̚ ̷̠̉̈́͝J̶̛̞̄o̶̖͖̥̾ḣ̴̛̓ͅn̴̟͂̾ ̴̖̠̀̇C̶̙͛̈́̐̈́ǒ̶̧̤̜̳n̷̗̲̟̘̏̐͐s̵̭̍̄ť̴̫a̵̘̔̈n̸̨̥̔̆̕ͅt̵̨̛͇̃͝i̷͕̔̋͗n̶͓̅̔̃ę̵͎̀̆̓.̵͓͚̃̂̊͝ ̵͒̅̑ͅL̸͈̗̂̽̕e̵͔͇̙̿t̶̟͙̽͝’̶̭̾̌ṡ̴͓̱̹̳̔ ̴̡̡͍̬̓̏ǵ̸̭̺̗̀͋̌e̸̫̓ṱ̴͙̺̐ ̸̺̫̦͔̓s̷̩̤͖̀̈́t̸̳̕ȧ̴͕͙r̵̛͖͋͗̊t̴̳̩̓̈́̿͐é̴͖̗̐̾d̷̙͑.” (Well, well, well. At last, we finally meet the famed John Constantine. Let’s get started.”

Constantine looked up from the ornate carpet, following its path to the echoing chaotic voices and felt something snap within his mind before blacking out.

“T̴͕̀ͅỏ̸͓͊̓̑o̴̢̮̗̻̲̹͆̿̒̃̕̚ m̷͎̓u̸̝̬̐c̵͇̫͝ĥ̴͍͍ o̴̡̍n̴͚̔ ̸͓́t̸̬̎h̴̖̆e̸͓͋ ̵l̴o̷v̴e̶c̴r̸a̷f̵t̵i̴a̶n̷ stuff?” (Too much on the Lovecraftian stuff?)

“Yup.” Danielle giggled

“Uhhhh, Fright Knight, put him in chains and the living realm for a bit. We will trial him when he is sane again.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty.”

-

John Constantine thought he could breathe a sigh of relief when he awoke back in his room, the eldritch mess of limbs and eyes fading from his memory like cotton candy in water, but the feeling of restriction on his body and the ominous suit of black armour with the purple fire-like plume and cape told him it was not a dream. The armoured knight -did they call him Fright Knight?- snapped his fingers and they were transported back to that place with the same green vortex.

“Hello there.”

Seated on the throne was not an eldritch being, that Constantine expected, but a young adult with radioactive green eyes and the crown of ice atop smoke-like white hair. The sorcerer passed out once again. The whole of the court looked on in stunned silence.

“ Oh come on! I’m in my human form this time! I’m making Ellie do this next time.”

“ No! ”

The young king stewed in his thoughts for a moment, before announcing to the court.

“No trial for John Constantine for now. We just make his life as miserable as possible until his death, then we conduct a trial for the rest of his debts. All in favour?”

A resounding ‘Aye!’ rang through the Keep. 

“Jazz says we can give him community service if he doesn’t want to be haunted anymore.”

A resounding groan rang through the Keep. 

-A/N:  I am not creative enough to think up shenanigans to put Constantine through -

“Are you alright, Constantine?” 

“No, Wonder Woman… I have been haunted for the past year. I am tired”

“For crimes, his soul tax evasion is higher than our people.” came a girlish voice

“Who are you? How did you come here!” Batman shouted.

“Danielle Phantom. Constantine! The Supreme Court of Death offers community service should you not want to be haunted to the end of your mortal life.”

“I’ll do community service.”

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Three men sat at a large table that still looked too small due to their broad figures. The sound of a door opening caught their attention, but they did not lift their heads off the table.

“Woah, what’s up with you lot?” 

“I got an Egyptian demigod as my employee. Now, Diana is mad that I did not tell her cousin about her.”

“I saw a civilian flip a bus like it weighed nothing and then flip it back”.

A muffled groan from Constantine, something about a ghost king.

“Are they Amity blokes?”

Three heads shot up and stared at Jason, who was taking a slurp from some glowing green slushie cup. The green was unnatural, practically radioactive, and oddly pulsating like the Lazarus Pit. Behind him stood two other sons of Bruce: Damian Wayne and Dick Grayson. The disguised Superman narrowed his eyes at the surprising trio.

“How did you know and why are you-”

“Jason is cagey about his girlfriend and will not tell us anything so here we are.” Dick immediately interrupted before Clark could finish. 

Damian nodded in agreement while Jason angrily sucked his maybe radioactive slushie. ‘Jason has a girlfriend? Since when?’ Bruce thought. Before he could ask, the voice of the woman calling out one name caught their attention. Damian and Dick immediately hid under the table. 

“Hi, Jason! Sorry I am late, my brother locked the door. Oh, you have company, shall I come back later?” 

The newcomer was a lady that just screamed foreign royalty. She walked with poise and purpose, her red ponytail swinging with every step. Aqua blue eyes are enhanced by the black and green eyeliner curling around her eyes. When she finally reached Jason’s side, the focus shifted to be in awe of her height. Jason, at his full height, merely reached her shoulders. Speaking of Jason, the Waynes watched with sheer amazement as the perpetual frown on Jason’s face melted into a dreamy soft smile which immediately shifted into a panicked look when lover-boy finally registered her question. 

“No! Jazz, I was just finishing saying goodbye. We can go now.”

Jason held her hand and gently pulled her towards the door. However, fate decided not to let them go easily. A trio of robbers charged into the restaurant with their guns blazing. Robber B took notice of Jazz and sauntered towards them with a sleazy grin to grab her arm. She remained calm, using her other arm to signal Jason to calm down. Before Robber B could speak, Jazz interrupted.

“Hmmm, criminals are not my type.” Robber B pointed his shotgun right at Jazz's chest in anger. She only laughed in response.

“I grew up in Amity Park, I have experienced worse.” And in a whisper that only Clark Kent caught “I grew alongside Death, I have blackmail on him.”

With her spare hand gripped the barrel of the shotgun and bent it to a right angle. In his shock and fear, Robber B lets go of the deformed gun, only to be knocked out when Jazz clocked him across the head with the butt end of the gun. Behind her, Jason lets out a soft “fuck that’s hot” much to the incredulous judgment of his siblings. Jazz handed her unclipped bracelet to Jason and everyone watched it increase in length with each elegant step she took towards the other robbers.

“Danny will be so disappointed if this restaurant closes. It has his favorite butterscotch crème brulee after all.”

She picked up a butter knife from the floor and nailed Robber C right between the eyes, which formed into a bruise and did the job of knocking him out. With the last robber within arm’s length, she reached down and grabbed the trembling pistol, Robber A could see and hear the metal barrel bending to her strength. She gave the remaining conscious robber a sweet-looking smile, while gesturing to Jason to return her the bracelet, the robber hiccupped in fear.

“Now be a good boy and stay still .”

A few minutes later, the police and paramedics arrived at the scene. While the paramedics tended to the injured, the police took down witness statements, and the Waynes, plus Clark and John, stared at Jason, who was staring up at the redhead’s face with a lovesick expression, the usual pit madness nowhere to be seen. 

“Is Jason blushing? Jason? Todd? Blushing? How uncouth to put his face on her chest with a hug like that.” 

“Ugh, I can see his metaphorical tail wagging. Also, he probably has those heart eyes…" After a loud slurp of his iced coffee, "Yup, definitely heart eyes.”

“Does… Diana have a sister we didn’t know?” Clark asked Bruce. The latter shrugged.

“What is her name?”

While the policeman approached Jason and Jazz for a witness statement, Dick brought up her file on his phone. The first thing that caught Bruce’s eye was the Arkham Asylum Header

Name : Jasmine ‘Jazz’ Fenton

Age : 29

Position : Lead Psychologist, Arkham Asylum

Area of Residence before Gotham : Amity Park

Next of Kin : Danny Fenton, brother; Danielle Fenton, sister

Security Level : Red

And a bunch of other jargon that the others could not care about at this moment.

“She made Joker cry and beg during one of their sessions. How?”

Everyone, from the patrons of the restaurant to the police still getting witness statements, turned to Bruce at that question. The last doctor that tried with that mad clown was Dr Harleen Quinzel and everyone knew how that went. What kind of person is she to make The Joker cry and beg? Some patrons fainted at the possibility.

“So, she is from Amity Park too.”

“Clark, that is not important” John dropped into a whisper, “Bruce, Jason is dating the sister of the Ghost King.

“So, good to know that Jason and Dick have the same Type. Taller than you, a redhead, can bend you in half strong, can swing from calming and innocent to terrifying, Royalty of some kind, not human”.

Each time Damian listed an attribute, he brought up one finger. Dick opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, finally deciding for his jaw to click shut, unable to refute the other without unintentionally insulting his Starfire. Bruce groaned about needing a drink while rubbing his temple. He groaned even louder, while Clark whistled when the police were unable to undo the binds on the robbers, so Jazz picked them up as if they weighed nothing and tossed them into the police van, just like how everyone threw the trash bags into the dumpster. She also undid the binds with a snap of her finger and slapped the bracelet back onto her wrist.

Jason and Jazz left for their date after the starry-eyed manager gave Jazz a coupon for unlimited crème brulees anytime she wished. 

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Sam sighed into her champagne, tugging at the stiff lace collar of her uncomfortable bright pink, kiddy-frilly, and heavy dress. If she had known that informing her family of her attendance in Dr. Isley’s Green Gala would put her in this outfit and her mother badgering her to be her plus one, she would have just snuck out with her powers. Her mind wanders to her two boyfriends, her sigh turned longing, how she wished they were here with her, or she with them. However, Danny was buried in paperwork in the Ghost Zone and Tucker was stuck in a crunch period for his project at Wayne Enterprise.

She gazed at the rest of the attendees with a poker face, hoping to slip away and contact Ellie for another outfit, one that is darker-coloured, and better suited for her taste. Hmm? Something was calling to her, tugging at her ‘core’ that developed after Undergrowth spectral-adopted her. With her parents busy talking with some rich folk and no attention on her, Sam slipped away to follow the tugging at her core. After 20 minutes of walking, possibly shorter, the young heiress was panting at the exertion caused by the weight of her dress, but she had found the source. 

Past the weirdly reinforced doors -intangibility is one of the best presents that came with her ghostly abilities, Within a greenhouse-looking bedroom, tucked into a corner, was a purple rosebud, that is also glowing with ectoplasm, floating within an enclosed display. She recognized it as one of her own, within her ghostly greenhouse in Undergrowth's domain, but how did it get to Gotham?

“How interesting, how did you just walk through the doors into my lab?”

With a jolt, Sam spun to face the voice, her little rosebud ignored the potential threat. Dr. Isley, beautifully dressed in her evening gown, stood leaning against the door, her head cocked with an unreadable expression, her hand holding a smartphone that kept repeating the instance Sam walked through the door with intangibility.

“I-

“Samantha Manson of Amity Park, are you a meta?”

Sam flinched at the clicking of heels as the host of the gala prowled closer and the plants attended to her call. 

Poison Ivy’s POV

Pamela Isley, known to Gotham as Poison Ivy, jumped back as one of her plants struck the floor where she once stood. Gooseflesh rose on her skin as the temperature dropped rapidly and a bolt of fear ran down her spine as she looked at what was once her lab. Eyes with black scleras and radioactive-green irises peppered the walls, on the plant pots, and on her plants, all staring, glaring , judging her. The radioactive rose broke from its broken case, growing and undulating longer and larger. The petal bulb split horizontally like a mouth, opening to show razor-sharp teeth and strands of glowing green digestive fluids. 

Furious, Poison Ivy turned to the intruder and gulped. Instead of the shorter female with the obnoxious pink dress she saw earlier, she traced the black laced-up heels to the dark green dress with purple flowers and blood-red creeping vines that hugged the otherworldly figure’s body. She looked up further towards her ceiling, past the veil of constellations, up past the shadowy face, to the red crown of thorns nestled on dark hair. Upon the shadowy face, two completely purple eyes, glowing like the hundred of eyes on her walls, stared back at her. Fear froze her body in the presence of the supernatural being.

Then, a blink later, Poison Ivy stared at the normal ceiling of her laboratory. The temperature was back to normal, the eyes were gone, and her plants looked the same as what she cultivated them to. She looked back down to see… nothing, there was no one in the room. If it wasn’t for the broken display case and the missing radioactive rose, the doctor would have assumed fatigue caused such a vivid hallucination. She released a trembling exhale. She looked at the smartphone in her hand, the evidence of Sam walking into the laboratory was gone.

“What…was that?”

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The Justice League stared at the group that appeared through a green rift, in their headquarters, the very same group that had given Batman so many headaches.

"Let me get this straight-"

"You aren't exactly straight but whatever floats your cape"

Batman glared at Green Arrow before taking a deep inhale and looking at the crowd of Amity Park residents that have moved to his Gotham: 

- Danny Fenton-Phantom : current Ghost King of the Infinite Realms who is, somehow, dead and alive at the same time.

- Sam Manson-Undergrowth : current Queen Consort of the Infinite Realms with chlorokinesis, living or dead. And pseudo-daughter of the Infinite Realms' version of Mother Nature, known as Undergrowth. 

- Tucker Foley : current King Consort of the Infinite Realms and an active demigod Pharaoh with technokinesis. The same fellow that Wonder Woman has practically adopted. Also, a rising star employee in the IT department of Wayne Enterprise.

- Danielle "Ellie" Fenton-Phantom : Crown Princess of the Infinite Realms and clone-daughter of the King. An absolute menace to anyone not of her family..

- Jasmine "Jazz" Fenton : Queen Proxy and Arkham Asylum's new Psychologist that scares even Joker, and also Superman (with just a smile after attempting to spout his usual rhetoric about clones). Also, Jason’s girlfriend.

- Dash Baxter : kick-boxing instructor and security guard in Arkham Asylum, which seems like the most normal out of the bunch if it wasn't for the news showing him lifting debris with ease and him being unaffected by Fear Gas and downing superhumans single-handedly. Also Tim's and Conner's boyfriend.

John Constantine sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he did not want to deal with these supernatural entities.

“Constantine still has 9490 days, A-K-A 26 years,  of spectral community service though.”

“ Fuck. ”