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In The Pale Moonlight: What If...Reevesverse?

This idea just randomly grabbed me and started screaming until I wrote it down. So, @harleyification, let's see what the Moon Son AU looks like in the Reevesverse (and also if I can even replicate that style).

This took so much longer than I thought it would.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

The floodwater had finally receded, washing away the horror of that night and of Vengeance. Batman looked at the cops milling about the scene, before turning back to the object embedded in the wall.

It was not the first. Reports of brozen crescent blades had started shortly after the flood, but they all seemed to vanish one way or another at sunrise. Even in front of other's eyes. But the way this one was placed suggested something different than the others. The owner wanted Batman to see it.

Jim Gordon shuffled up, breath caught in his throat. "Please tell me this ain't another guy looking for friendship," he remarked as Batman untied the note that had been attached to the blade. "Gotham Museum of Art. Gods of Egypt exhibition. Don't keep my friend waiting," The note read, with a string of hieroglyphs acting as a signature. "You're going to go there," Jim sighed as he himself read it. "I have to," Batman confirmed, "See if they can translate the hieroglyphs." Handing off the note, Batman melted into the shadows.

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Naturally, The Gotham Museum of Art was silent when he entered. When Batman entered the exhibition, his eyes made sure to glance at each piece as he went by. While not authentic, the purpose of the exhibition was to teach and inspire, something Gotham needed after the flood.

A white light drew Batman's attention away. A figure stood before an image at the end, short and dressed in a white suit, tie and waistcoat which appeared to be emitting the light. A small bowl sat at his feet, inside was a single croissant. Batman paused. Wind suddenly seemed blow through the room, the figure's head turning to follow it's direction. "Oh, hello mate," the figure greeted with a chirp, "I was hoping you'd be along soon."

Between his frame and voice, Batman knew he was looking at either a preteen or someone who just crossed that line, "Hello. I was told to meet you here by your...friend." "Yep, just a quick chat about things, and we'll be out of your hair."

British accent, sounded slightly fake but somehow Batman could tell it wasn't put on. "'Things'?" "Yep," the kid nodded, "Hashing out details, that sort of thing. After all, this was your city first, innit?" Batman tilted his head. "Well, simply put. You're doing a cracking job with the criminals, recent events not withstanding. However, you have no experience with, let's say, a werewolf. Or ghosts, or someone with a magical artifact on hand. The point is, you have a slight gap, and we are here to fill it."

Batman blinked. "You and your friend?" he asked. "Yeah, well, there is another. You'll likely see him too," the boy reached down and picked up the bowl, "Either way, don't worry. Any weird stuff happens, we'll handle it." The lower portion of the mask unravelled by itself to reveal a youthful mouth smiling up at him, "Not that we won't help if we see anything else. We'll be in touch." And with that, he walked off, taking a bite out of the croissant as he went.

Watching, Batman left soon after himself, but not before glancing at the painting the boy had stood at, making sure to include the name of the god depicted: Khonshu.

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Gordon was waiting with an envelope in hand the next time the signal was lit. "Got a translation," he greeted, holding out the envelope. "'The Protecting Soldier of The Moon'?" Batman read off. "Looks like the new guy's got his theme down." "Guys," Batman looked up at Gordon, "Met his friend. He's young." At this, Gordon frowned and stepped closer: "How young?" "Early teens, short in height."

"Don't let him hear you call him that."

At this new voice, Gordon pulled out his gun and Batman one of his new "toys". "See that someone's been copying us," the short, white clocked figure standing shadowed by the nearby pillar. Instantly, the "toy" and the gun were put away. "Geez kid," Gordon borderline wheezed, "How'd you get up here?" "Flew."

Gordon half-grinned awkwardly at this statement. "You want us to call you that?" he indicated with his head at the translated letter. Even covered in bandages, those glowing eyes still allowed Batman to see his slight cringe: "Kinda. 'Moon Knight' doesn't translate that smoothly, turns out." "What's your friends' names?" Batman asked. "That one you've met, he's been playing around with 'Mr Knight'," Moon Knight shrugged, "the other insists on also being Moon Knight. Call him what you wish." "Ok."

Silence echoed around the area. "That was all I had to say," Moon Knight stated softly to replace it. And he quickly turned and lept from the roof. Batman and Gordon instinctively surged forward, but Moon Knight's form was soon soaring over the rooftops with visible ease, cape fanned into a crescent.

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Over the next two months, Batman regularly glimpsed "the triplets" as Gordon dubbed them. Only ever one at a time, but all with the same basic abilities. Aside from Mr Knight's inability to fly.

But something kept bugging him about them. It evaded him everytime he tries to identify it, but the core of it was unmistakeable.

Something just wasn't right.

It came to a culmination one cold night. From the start, Moon Knight seemed out of it. Thankfully not enough to affect his combat ability, but he was defiently sluggish. "Moon Knight?" Batman drew his attention after he'd nearly clipped the edge of a aerial. "I'm fine," he slowly stated, "I'm- Uh oh."

Instantly, Batman rushed to Moon Knight's side, but it happened. Thankfully, he'd managed to remove his mask beforehand. When he looked up, Batman didn't pay attention to his face: only the flushed skin and sweat-drenched hair clinging to it.

"Ohhh..." Moon Knight moaned in such utter misery, that Batman's hand instinctively brushed his curly locks away from his face. "The flu's been making the rounds," he noted outloud, "Where do you live?" "Why'd you wanna know?" Moon Knight's speech slightly slurred in delirium. "So I can get you there safely." Moon Knight frowned and opened his mouth to argue, when a gust of wind blew suddenly, almost sending him to the ground. "Alright," Moon Knight sighed, and sagged like a deflating balloon in Batman's arms.

Thankfully, he was coherent enough to give instructions. Even more thankfully, it was fairly close by. The inside was anything but something to be thankful about.

A mattress with multiple broken springs was the only piece of furniture in the whole flat, which clearly was not his and was marked as condemed due to flood damage. Black mold claimed most of the ceiling. Next to the "bed" was a ziplock bag holding three crackers.

Just standing in that flat made Batman feel ill.

"Where's your friends?" he asked in place of the many other questions swirling in his head. "They're here," Moon Knight forced out as he reached under the matress, and pulled out a shard of something shiny. "That's how I see them. Otherwise, they're here," a poorly co-ordinated finger taps the side of Moon Knight's head as he offered the mirror.

Staring at his own reflection, Batman tried to find the meaning in this statement. Looking back up, Moon Knight had clearly zoned out entirely. With slow and quiet movements, Batman crossed the room, sat on the matress next to him, and calmly waited.

For a minute, nothing. Then he twitched a finger. And something impossible happened.

In front of Batman's camera-covered eyes (and he would review the footage several times to make sure he'd not mistaken what he saw), Moon Knight's suit changed. Bandages seemed to rearrenge themselves, before fusing into a mesh and turning black. White armour plates lost their bronze details and grew crescent shaped additions, with the cape losing hieroglyphs as well. Until, finally, the other Moon Knight's suit had formed. "Que?" the voice was the same as the other Moon Knight's too, but it was coming from the first one, but-

Oh.

Batman quickly brushed the realisation aside. Not important at that moment. "Hey chum," he said soothingly, "you with me?" "With you?" Other Moon Knight echoed, blinking in his effort to focus, "Batman...?" "You can't stay here." "The hell we can't," Other Moon Knight doesn't even notice the plural and tries to stand. His knees objected quickly.

"This place is only going to make you sicker," Batman explained, "You need somewhere clean to recover." "Got nowhere else to go," Other Moon Knight admitted, tears beginning to glimmer in the corners of his eyes. "You can stay with me."

It came suddenly. Even Batman was shocked by it, but meant it all the same. As Other Moon Knight opened his mouth to object, the wind once again intervenes. But the window was closed. Batman stiffened, then Other Moon Knight leans into him, pressing a overheated cheek into wind-cooled armour. "OK."

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August 10th - Emergency custody went through with suprising speed. Would have investigated for potential corruption if not for a comment Gordon gave last night. Given my lack of juridiction with the Chicago Police, I'll likely never know what was said behind closed doors. A tells me to "accept this blessing for what it is". Given the lack of other viable options, I suppose I can let sleeping dogs lie. Just this once.

The boys appear to be settling in ok. Still tired from their illness, but recovering. A's meal plan is a hit. Gave Gordon an excuse as to why he won't be seeing the Moon Knights for a while, he seemed worried still.

I am unsure how to be a father. But, A won't let me fail. I know he won't. I will do whatever it takes to give them a good life, like he did for me.

And maybe, with their help, Batman can learn gentleness in turn.

#Bro I MIGHT BE IN A ONE PIECE HYPERFIXATION RIGBT NOW #BUT THIS #BUT THESE #I WILL ALWAYS READ THEM. I WILL ALWAYS LOVE TBEM. I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO THEM #THANK I LOLLIPENCIL FOR ONCE AGAIN SAVING MY SOUL !!!!! #moon knight #batman #moon son #moon soon propaganda

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In The Pale Moonlight Memes

@harleyification, I've tried something different again. Hopefully it's at least funny.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

#SPRRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE #I WANTED TO DRAW SOME KF THESE BUT IM NOT PN TUMBLR AS MUCH #ANYMORE...AND FORGOT... #BUT THESE ARE ALL SL FUCKING ACCURATE AND CANON I LOVR THEM ALL JEODKJFJD

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iM IN LOVE WITH ALLCOF THEEEESE, OH MY . GPD!!!!! J'ONN MEEETING THE OTHERS!!! AND THAT LAST ONE, KHNOSHU, HOLY SHIT LOLLIPENCIL, IT HITS SO HARD!!!

In The Pale Moonlight Part 7

Honestly, I'm struggling to write a traditional chapter for this AU. Then I remembered the introductions I did a while ago. So, @harleyification, let's see if I can recapture the magic?

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(Martha Kent (Marc))

When Clark called home asking for a pie that "a young teen might enjoy", Martha wasn't too sure what to think. "I'm helping a friend with his new kids," was all he'd say over the phone, but with that tone that hinted at something related to Work. So, Martha shrugged and got baking.

It was pretty late when Clark appeared in his suit, as did a little tag-along. "Hello dear," she warmly greeted her son before turning to her guest, " and what's your name, sweetheart?" "Moon Knight," The teenager in mummy bandages blinked glowing eyes in mild surprise. "Batman asked me to help teach him and his brother how to fly," Clark explained, "There is another, but he can't fly at all, so..."

"Oh, and where is he?" "Want back home," Moon Knight muttered, "Went first." "I'm going to drop him back tonight, but figured a little pick-me up before would be best," Clark smiled like the sun. "Of cource," Martha nodded and silently planned to send the rest of the pie home with him, "Come on in, I've tried something new this time: Toffee Apple pie sound good?"

Those glowing eyes perked up slightly. Near-silent footsteps followed her inside as Martha wondered if they still had some custard left.

--- (Martian Manhunter (Steven (and the others)))

J'onn might have missed the meeting where they were introduced to the whole League, but he knew Batman's new sons. Or, at least, one of them.

It would seem that something in the universe had conspired so that everytime he visited, only Mr Knight was visiting. Not that he really objected. The young lad was a sponge for knowledge, and was happy and eager to hear about Mars in its prime. It warmed his heart to be able to share his planet's history with another.

So, when Batman called him into a private meeting with Mr Knight, J'onn had no clue as to why. "Hello J'onn," Batman stated calmly, genuinely, "Mr Knight wants to share something personal with you." "Oh?" J'onn had not expected this. "Yes, I already know what. But before that, I want your word that it does not leave this room." And there was the batgrowl they all know and love. "Of cource. I will maintain the secrecy of whatever is revealed here and now."

Batman nodded and turned to Mr Knight. He hesitated, before his mask shrinked into its domino form. "I want to tell you, I've not told anyone before. Everyone else who knows found out and- I trust you," he stammered past his nerves, "And it's best that you know. Two birds one stone, innit?" "Ok," J'onn calmly nodded even as he filed the proverb for future reference.

Mr Knight swallowed. For a few moments, J'onn waited. Then he felt the invitation. He looked up at Batman who nodded, and made his way inside his mind.

And finally met Mr Knight's brothers. J'onn had never felt a mind like their's, multiple yet natural. His face smiled while a mental handshake was extended to the boys.

Keeping this secret would be no problem.

--- (Khonshu (All of them))

It had been an whim. Khonshu had been about to approach a very promising individual about becoming his avatar, when he felt it. A call. Had it been anything else, he would have ignored it, but someone was calling him.

So, Khonshu left Arthur Harrow, and appeared somewhere he was not expecting.

A child's bedroom. Hand-drawn pictures splattered in blood, the source of which lay trembling close by. For a moment, Khonshu was stunned. It was far from the first dying child he'd seen in his long existance, but how had this child managed to summon him?

The child's hand twitched on a slightly crumpled drawing, a artistically pleasing depiction of himself, albeit in cheap felt-tip pen. Looking closer, he could see them all: Marc Spector who still fought even in his despair, Jake Lockley who was trying to take the pain from him, and Steven Grant, asleep and blissfully unaware of his approaching fate.

Khonshu made up his mind. "Little ones," he greeted, "Do you wish to live?" "What-?" Marc weakly answered, using every last bit of strength to look at Khonshu. "You have undergone great suffering. But I am here. If you wish it, I will shield you from harm, and in return, you can help others like you, others who live in fear of harm. So, I ask you, will you protect the travelers of the night?" "...yes." "Then rise my Moon Knight, and come back from the brink."

As flesh healed, the relief of life carried Marc and Jake to sleep. Staring down at his new avatar (or was it avatars?), Khonshu knew what he must do. After all, they had called to him as travellers first.

#THAT LAST ONE #THAT'S IT #THAT'S CANON NOW #LIKE ALL OF THESE ARE CANON #BUT THATS CANON-CANON YA KNOW #GOOD FUCKING JOB LOLLI I LOVE UR WORK SO MUCH!!!

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!!! OH MY GOD, IM SO HAPPY TO SEE ANOTHER ONE!!! IM FUCKING CRYING AT MOST OF THESE , THE MATCHES MA ALONE NIWNIDBFIHIBEHIEIHD

#OnlyInGotham: In The Pale Moonlight Edition 3

Well, ask and thou shall recieve. @harleyification, a bit to tide you over until I can do a full part again.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

Does anyone else remember when the Moon Knights were little? Because I have a vivid memory of batdad buying li'l Mr Knight a coconut milk hot chocolate after fighting Mr Freeze. #OnlyInGotham #He was so cute #Just a little gentleman

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Matches Malone has a kid?! #He got in a car with a younger guy who called him 'dad' #They both had the same mustashe!

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#OnlyInGotham will a video of a vigilante threatening to skin someone's face go viral within minutes.

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Someone light the Bat-Signal, there's a werewolf running around. #OnlyInGotham #One of the Moon Knights is sprinting after them

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Why are there pill-shaped creatures cosplaying as the bats? Including gadgets and abilities? They've even infiltrated the Wayne Gala! #OnlyInGotham #Theyarekindacutetho

(Image description: Marc Spector-Wayne sitting on the floor. He is drinking from a champane flute, his eyes focused on something off-camera. His suit jacket is off and being used by three of the creatures, each resembling the Moon Knights, as a nest. In the background, a creature resembling Nightwing is being pet by the hand of Damian Wayne.)

#SO CUTE!!@ SO FUNBY!!! SO GOOD!!! #IM ACTUALLY SO HAPPY TO SEE ANOTHER ONE OF THESE #MY LIFE HASNT BEEN EASY...YEARS OFF TO A ROUGH START.... #BUT LOLLIPENCIL WITH MOON KNIGHT IN MY NOTIFS ALWAYS PUTS A SMILE ON MY FACE!!! #KEEP DOING THE LORDS WORK!!! AKA KHONSHUS WORK!!! #HE IS IN THE BACKGROUND LAUGHING AT THEM ALL!!! #ONDONSNOSJOJDINC #Moon son #Moon son propoganda #Batfam #Batman

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Happy FNAF Friday!

Trying to do more comics

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To Eugene, From Harley.

(a poem)

Give me the punches that your father gave you Because for some fucked up reason I miss mine. Let me take the pain blooming purple and blue, 'Cause I know how hard it is to pretend it's all fine. And you understand the safety of the cabinet, The gentleness of the pitch black closet, Redesigning ourselves like an etch-n-sketch magnet Shaking the imperfections away as soon as they appear. Perhaps the colors that define us are more than violet and cyan, Maybe we have lavender and green carnation too. And I was told that those weeds turned someone into a sinful man, And you're scared 'cause those shades were the nicest ones you knew. So, let me take the ugly colors from your mind And allow you to see how beautiful is this world of sin, Because in the end I'm so caught up in the rewind Of wishing for the stress of being a child again.

#Going Insane Going Crazy #OP I FUCLING LOVE TJIS STILL #THANK U FOR THE HARLEY AND FLASH CRUUUMBS #Harley Keener #Flash Thompson

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Hey look, I finally got to write some Moon Son!!! I’ve been heavily inspired by Lollipencil to start seriously writing for this AU, and so I decided to start at the beginning…how I think it all began. However, heed the tags, because this starts really dark. This idea has been traveling around in my brain for several months now, a culmination of A. Letting Marc and the others become a fist of Khonshu early, B. Their mother being shitty and abusive like in the show, and C. The comics interpretation of Marc possibly getting DID due to almost getting killed multiple times in his life.

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence (nothing too graphic but there is a lot of blood), attempted murder, attempted maternal filicide, hints of physical and mental abuse. Please be careful reading this, and enjoy.

It’s hard to breathe. His chest hurts, with every staggering breath making his collapsing lungs ache, each one sounding like a death rattle.

Because that’s exactly what it is – a death rattle.

Marc can’t remember how he got here tonight. The memories were blurry amongst the last few minutes, quickly fading away as blood loss settled in. Red pools dragged behind him in a trail as the teen desperately tried to crawl away from the monster behind him, trying to find help. But no one is around, it’s just the two of them, and she’s still looming over him like a predator that has caught their prey. Marc can see her shadow and the knife that she clutches in her hand.

Marc doesn’t look back around. The room is getting dizzy.. He needs to hurry, he– he doesn’t want to die, please– he’s only fifteen, and his life was shitty, and he hates his abusive mom and his neglectful dad who let it continue, but he never thought that she would ever go this far. He never fucking thought that she would ever take it this fucking far.

She’s saying something behind him, but the words hardly register. They sound shocked. There were repetitions of “...my god, my good lord, what have I done…”, but Marc doesn’t turn back around. He doesn’t care anymore. He’s so fucking scared, one hand clutching onto his wounds and the other grasping the wooden floor to slide himself away.

All of a sudden, the chattering from the monster came to an end. There was resolute silence for a mere second, the only sound being Marc’s labored and pained grunts. Then, the sound of shoes walking away, leaving him to die slowly and... alone.

But he doesn’t look back. He fucking can’t.

Not when the doors and the phone and help was so, so far away, and he’s losing himself rapidly.

“Help…” he calls out, but it sounds far away to him. One hand forward, pull his body with it. One hand forward…and pull…reach forward… and…

He’s slipping. He can feel it. It should be scary, but more than anything he is exhausted.

He comes to a rest at the foot of something hard. Gazing up tiredly, his blurry vision makes out the stone mask of some kind of bird-faced humanoid. It was small, miniature, meant to be a decoration for wherever they were. Funny enough, despite its uncanniness, Marc can’t look away. It was better to look at it than at his lonely surroundings, he kind of thinks…

He will close his eyes for a minute. Just for a minute…then he’ll…ask for help…

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"Hmm… a little young to be a fist. A bit too young, maybe. But it has been centuries, and I require someone, anyone, to take up the role at last. What do you say, child? Would you like to live and get away from the ones who have hurt you most?

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All I ask in return is that you shall fight in my name and do the bidding of the night. Protect travelers who walk underneath the stars, in every way that you must, no matter the deed. Whenever the shadows demand it, you must heed their calls. Protect the lost ones, as you were once before.

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Good. Very well. This will be very interesting indeed. Now, sleep child. Your body must heal. I shall guide you to safety."

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Wary eyes blink open to minimal light in a sea of darkness. He was dizzy, his eyes swimming momentarily as his hand reached up to rub his temples. The teen looks around, eyeing his surroundings with open confusion as everything registers around him.

He was in an alley. A dingy, fucked up one too, as it had trash everywhere and there were mysterious stains on the concrete not too far beside him. The sources of light were coming from street lamps that lit up the asphalt streets and illuminated the boy’s uncomfortable hidey-hole.

He gets up, grunting as his aching limbs protest. “What in the bloody hell…?” he mutters to himself as he cautiously steps out into the open, seeing no one in sight. The streets were empty, the city was silent, and there was no moon or stars to be seen in the smoggy sky.

And just as suddenly, the quiet was destroyed by the sound of distant gunshots. The teen looks towards their direction and makes a mental note to not fucking go anywhere near there anytime soon.

The boy steps further out into the light, and almost screams when he sees the sight of his own bloody hands and clothes. They were fucking caked in red, making the teen look down the front of his shirt to see where it was he was hurt.

But…there was nothing. He pulls up his sleeves, and his skin was still unharmed.

That just makes it worse though. He gulps, shoving his hands into his pockets as if it would hide the crime scene that he practically emits. If the blood isn’t his, and if he can’t remember where it came from…then that just makes things a hell of a lot harder to figure out.

Steven has woken up many times before in weird settings and situations, but waking up has never been like this before.

There was the sound of sirens now, police and ambulance alike. There was the gleam of a needle on the building’s corner that glowed in the streetlight, prompting Steven to walk even faster. There was even the distant resonant sound of hair-raising cackling, as if through a speaker.

“Sheesh. With this commotion, you’d think I’d somehow wound up in Gotham…” Steven grumbles as he hunches himself down lower, trying to be inconspicuous.

He doesn’t know where he’s going, or what’s going on, or what his plan is exactly, but…but there is always one thing Steve knows that he is good at and can rely on.

He can figure things out. He’ll be able to get through this and make his way back home, surviving on the streets if he has to. He’s sure of it.

#TW blood #TW attempted murder #TW implied abuse #If you don't like this for Moon Son canon u dont have to. Literally do whatever u want with Moon Son it is free real estate!! #Some Context: Marc already has DID but in this AU Khonshu's spirit and the Gift of Chorus make it to where Steve and Jake have their own #suits and souls! #Woah hey that's a good title for this AU. Suits and Souls.... #But anyways if you want the TLDR for this: Marc's mom reaches her edge and takes her anger out on Marc in a deadly way. Realizing what she #has done she leaves Marc to die. OR alternatively she kills herself in order to not face repercussions. Whichever you think works best #Steven finds himself with no memories out in the middle of some random city which he will find out eventually is Gotham. #Also this takes place either in the home or in a museum. I couldnt decide so I made it ambiguous JSADJASIODA #It's short too cause I really dont feel like writing 10k tonight sajdkljasdia #BUT HEY I FINALLY WROTE SOME MOON SON!! YEAAH #Moon Knight #Moon Son Propaganda #Batman #Batfamily

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THIS ONE IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT WKEKDKWKEKCKEEIDJ!!! THE KID GIVING MOON KNIGHT A SLICE OF PIZZA, KRYPTO TAKING STEVE AWAY, MK'S COFFEE ORDER, AND THE CU L T, JAJSJCJDJDJFJF!!!!! I ADORE ALL OF THESE

#OnlyInGotham: In The Pale Moonlight Edition

@harleyification, here's something a bit different based on my favourite tag on Tumblr (and my favourite blog @hashtagonlyingotham).

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#OnlyInGotham do you see a child offer a vigilante a slice of pizza and be given a statuette of an egyptian god in exchange.

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#OnlyInGotham would someone (my thirsty-ass brother) use studying egyptology as an excuse to stare at pictures of Moon Knight's thighs. #thighroglyphs

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Out of all the films I was expecting Moon Knight to like, Tomb Buster?! He just crawled in through the window during the opening and stayed until the credits rolled. #moonknight'satombbusterfan #batmancomegetyourkid #OnlyInGotham

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Did Superman's dog just abduct Mr Knight? #he'sjustdanglinglikearagdoll #supermancontrolyourdog #OnlyInGotham

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My first Halloween in Gotham was eventful. Nearly got gassed by Scarecrow, watched him get his teeth kicked in by Moon Knight (the mummy one, and when they were still just above Batman's waist), and then convinced him to join us Trick or Treating. #OnlyInGotham #batdadwaswatchingfromabove #we'resoonjoinedbyakidwhomayhavebeenthefirstrobin? #moonknightkeptholdinghishand

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TIL that Moon Knight lives in a sentient building. #OnlyInGotham #it'sbiggerontheinside

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#OnlyInGotham can you tell if a vigilante is pissed off by their drink order. Moon Knight just walked into a coffee shop and ordered, I'm not kidding, "a grande quad nonfat one-pump no-whip mocha". #redrobin'sisjustasingleexpresso #thatisthenpouredintoagrandecupfullofredbull

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#OnlyInGotham will the local himbo billionaire: 1. Solve a missing persons case (and it being a child) 2. File for emergency custody of formerly missing child immediately 3. Get custody

#regardlessgoodforthem

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#OnlyInGotham does a cult develop based on an ancient egyptian god. #someonecalloneofthemoonknights

#canon canon canon canon #I laugh and smiled at all of these so I decree it so #I have some time off tomorrow and the will to write again....so I think... #That I shall....write for Moon Son soon #THANK U LOLLIPENCIL u have been a huge inspiration to me and kept this AU alive!!! #Moon Son Propaganda #Moon Knight #Batman #Batfamily

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I have a confession to make in this Chili's tonight....

I don't know Anything about Moon Knight outside of memes, the show, and basic Marvel research.

It's the main reason why I've been too hesitant to write Moon Son, because I'm afraid I wouldn't do a Moon Knight x Batfam crossiver true justice, nwnidinxnis

#And besides my main writing muse is still Harley Keener #He IS the the whole point to this blog after all #But Lollipencil is doing Moon Son so much justice and I wont lie I have to do research into #half of the MK stuff they include nkwindjidnis #KEEP DOING GODS WORK....FOR I AM NOT WORTHY #YET. #Wnkkn c cbidbusib

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HAHSJDNWNHAJAJJSHCJSJWJWKDJCKDKEKS?????????? I LOVE DICK HAVING A BROTHER-VERSARY WITH THE TRIO???? PLEASE???? AND MARC AND BRUCE HAVINB A BAD NIGHT SO THEY BOND WATCHINDG SHOWS TOGETHERR I NEED. NEED MORE OF BRUCE BEING A DAD TO MARC, IM GOING INSAANE.... GOD, AND EVERYTHING ELSE TOO, I LOVE THEESE?!!!!

In The Pale Moonlight Headcanons #2

Honestly, I'm struggling to think of a good next part (initially, I've got an idea now), so @harleyification, here's some more headcanons.

Enjoy and be gentle. ---

Ivy knows that it was Mr Knight who basically handed her the Joker on a silver platter (I mean, who else in Gotham has that accent?). When they moved into the Midnight Mission, she sent a housewarming gift of a moonflower plant. It occupies the reception, wrapping loosely around provided poles all around.

Superman helped train Marc and Jake on flying in the suit.

The Midnight Mission has permanent (and custom) spare rooms for all the Batfamily, and will make more for other heroes when they visit.

During the whole "turned into cats" incident, Steven managed to get out of the Batcave, into the manor, and then into the library. He was found purring in Jason's lap while he was reading.

Former members of "We Are Robin" like to use the Midnight Mission as a hangout spot, sometimes providing information that they've picked up from elsewhere in exchange.

After a week-long round of nightmares, the Mission made a teddy bear with three heads, three sets of limbs, and a mix-mash of all Marc, Steven and Jake's suits. While they did not sleep with it, it is used as emotional support for younger people who come to the Mission.

Harley knows that Moon Knight has DID. They are unaware that she knows.

Every year on the anniversary of them meeting, Dick will rock up wherever the system is at midnight with burgers in tow. The only year he didn't do this was the first one after Jason died.

The Midnight Mission can't be convinced to stop making beds out of sarcophagi for everyone.

One night when he was 17, Marc woke from a nightmare and went down to the kitchen, finding Bruce already there for the same reason. They stayed up watching Tomb Buster then Grey Ghost reruns until sunrise.

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In The Pale Moonlight Headcanons

Here is a bunch of stuff that I'm not sure how to write into the fic proper, but definitely still happens. Waste not, want not, eh @harleyification?

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Jason's nickname for the system is "trial run".

The House of Mystery and the Midnight Mission regularly argue over which of their owners should have custody of the Moonblade.

Marc has had several casual conversations unknowingly with Death of the Endless.

When he is aware of the system's DID and his own love of art, Damian and Steven bond over hieroglyphics are presented artistically.

Jake once sang Hell's Comin' with Me while dealing with muggers for a bet.

Prayer rooms in Gotham offer statues or posters of Khonshu.

Jack Russell once ended up on the grounds of Wayne Manor during a full moon. Between the efforts of Damian, Alfred, and a reluctant Marc, he ended up pampered within an inch of his life and woke the next morning in a bedroom to a full english breakfast, coffee, and a standing invite to use the manor for future full moons.

Bruce had definitely attempted to buy the Rosetta Stone for Steven when he expressed the wish to see it. Alfred and Dick talked him down.

There is a portrait of Marc, Steven, and Jake in Wayne Manor. Bruce commissioned it and had the artist sign an NDA. It sits in the library.

Krypto the Superdog adores Marc.

Jake has his limo, which he built with Tim's help, and has various gadgets "inherited" from the Batmobile with a few magical twists.

Duke can see and hear Khonshu, and can also see and hear whoever is awake but not fronting, but more faintly.

Ever since meeting Steven as Mr Knight, Commissioner Gordon has kept a handful of vegan fudge on him at all times.

The boys' suits all have a bat on them: for Jake, it intersects the black crescent on his chest slightly, Marc's is similar but is instead an indent, and Steven has a little bat lapel pin.

While they still have a habit of removing their full masks, they instead "shrink" it into domino masks that still resembled the full masks.

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In The Pale Moonlight: Part 6

This thought just popped into my head and it seemed fitting. Admittedly, I'm not fond of how I ended this, but @harleyification I've finally finished it. Enjoy and be gentle.

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Marc blinked his way back into awareness. Memory caught up and he mentally sighed. One of the "hazards" of being a Wayne, kidnappings. And having to pretend that you're just a civilian as well.

It was hardly the first time. That had been about three months after their adoption, the injuries B gave the kidnappers made no one else try for another three months. Looking around, Marc took in yet another warehouse. "Ever creative, aren't they?" Marc snarked to Jake as he woke up. "Si," Jake chuckled before something occured to him, "How come we're alone?"

They were. No guards, no inerogater, not even a camera. Just the three of them, tied to a single chair in an empty room.

Five minutes passed by like molasses, then the door opened. The dual-themed Two-Face stepped in, folded chair in hand, and closed the door behind them. "Good evening," Two-Face rasped politely, "our apologies about the arrangments. Comfort is not something we can afford right now.""

"It's fine," Marc tried to match his calm. So far so good as far as they were concerned. "We just wanted to ask you a question," Two-Face unfolded the chair and sat before them, "Just one, and you can go." "Just like that?" Marc just barely kept the incredulous tone from his voice, "No coin flip?" "No coin flip," Harvey Dent confirmed with his smooth buttery election-bait voice, "We just want to understand." "Understand what?" Marc and Jake asked in sync.

"Why are you the only one to acknowledge both of us? To see both Harvey Dent and Two-Face as equals?"

If there was an question Marc and Jake were expecting, that was not it. "Well," Marc started as he mentally flailed about for an answer, "Uh..." "Maybe, we should just say it," Jake stated suddenly. "What?! Why?" "Steven did say a while ago that they might have the same thing," Jake explained, "Shouldn't they know that someone else understands? Somewhat."

Wordlessly, Marc drifted from the front and allowed Jake to take over. "Because," Jake said aloud, not even trying to hide his accent, "like calls to like."

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Jake was mildly concerned for the workers at Batburger. Because they should be showing more of a reaction to a known supervillain walking in with a Wayne. Which is to say actually reacting.

"Welcome to Batburger," the worker droned, "Can I take your order?" "I'll have a Batburger with Jokerized fries and a coffee," Jake gave in a half-way decent Marc impression, "You guys?" "Umm.." Two-Face flipped their coin, "We'll have the Night-Wings." Another toss, "And a vanilla milkshake."

Being nine in the evening, the whole place was somewhat dead, but they took a corner booth anyway. "Don't tell Steven about this," Jake requested before taking a bite, "He's generally OK with the body eating meat, but prefers not to know about it." "Ah, say no more," Harvey waved, "We've had our fair share of food arguements in the past."

Silence settled between them after that. "So," Jake finally broke as Two-Face finished off their milkshake, "Anything you want to talk about?" "Does Bruce know?" "Yeah," Marc butted in, "He's known since our first night at Wayne manor. He didn't know the name of it then, but he knew about all three of us. Everyone under that roof knows." "And there's no issues?" Harvey sounded relieved. "None. There's a bracelet system to make it easier to tell who's fronting at a given time, otherwise there's no real difference."

"What about the Bats?" Two-Face interjected, eyes sharp and scanning. "They know too. Out of nessesity," Jake stated. "And they acknowledge you all?"

Marc leaned back and sighed. "I don't think they do it to you intentionally, the bats and the Waynes" he said, "They do know about you both. I think, they just get too focused on the moment. On trying to save hostages or prevent a robbery, in the Bats' case. And just falling back on previous kidnapping experience for the Waynes. I don't know, we aren't them. But that's how I see it. Do they need to work on that, of course. But it's not intentionally malicious. I'm sure of it."

Flashing lights now filled the window. Heavy boots carefully made their way inside. "Well, this is the calmest hostage situation I'v ever seen," Red Hood joked. "Not really even that," Two-Face admited, "Just wanted an answer. We'll come quietly." "We know a book you might find enlightening," Marc quietly muttered to them as Hood cuffed them, "Helped us when we were younger. I'll ask Bruce to get you a copy."

Harvey smiled and nodded: "Thank you, have a good evening."

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Once the GCPD had been placated, Maarc hooked up the earpiece Jason had passed over. "Hey B, how much of that did you guys get?" "Most of it once at Batburger," Bruce sounded like he'd swallowed a lemon. "Guess we're updating our 'rouge engagement' procedure, then?" Tim's voice was chorused by the tapping of keyboard keys. "Might as well make a new policy for the whole League as well, just in case," Marc noted. "I'll put in the order," Bruce softly added before cutting the call.

Marc sighed into Jason's back as they rode home. "Hope Alfred's cookies are still there."

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In The Pale Moonlight: Part 5

Ok, this technically could have been with the introductions in the last part. If I'd thought of it then. Either way, I kinda felt this should be its own part so I bulked it out into a fuller scene. @harleyification, here's extra. Enjoy and be gentle

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Marc frowned to himself as Bruce walked towards the grandfather clock. He was hiding something.

For months, Bruce had been sequestered away in a dark corner of the Batcave in his offtime. This alone wasn't an oddity. Every single one of them had done that, hell it was Tim's favourite past time when on call but not on duty.

The corner being closed off behind a steel door, however, was suspicious.

Jason wondered up as Marc pondered this. "You noticed too?" he asked from the corner of his mouth. "Too?" Marc whipped his head around, "Who else?" "Cass, Damian, and Barbara. We suspect Alfred's involved, though." "And he won't say?" "We haven't asked," Jason shrugged, "But he's been shooting B The Look for a month, so he knows but doesn't approve of at least some part of it."

"Indeed," Alfred was suddenly to Marc's left, "I have told Master Bruce multiple times to involve the rest of the family with his...project." "Project?" Jake pushed Marc out of the way, grinning wildly, "Come on Alfred, you can't leave us hanging." "Alas, I have agreed to a vow of silence on the matter," Alfred smirked in his own special way, "The lock has had some glitches during patrol as of late, however."

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It was Bruce, Damian and Tim's turn to patrol that night when Jake and Jason put their plan into action.

"Hey Barbara," sang Jake into his comm as Jason kept watch. "What do you want now, Jake?" She sighed. "Could you maybe disengage the lock on 'that door'?" Silence echoed between them. The lock pinged open. "You owe me a pizza." "Of cource."

Inside was a lab, much like the room it connected to. Its contents, however, were much different. Jake blinked. The occupant blinked back.

Bruce was definitely not hiding this one.

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Bruce knew something was wrong as soon as he stepped foot back in the Batcave. He could feel it. Alfred was standing alone by the Bat-Computer, expression neutral but radiating a smug air. Never a good sign. "Welcome back, good to see no one injured this time," he greeted, "Your presence has been requested in the dining room." "Thank you Alfred," Bruce's mind raced as he assembled possible motives.

Each footstep in the manor felt like a clock tower's chime up close, vibrating through everything. The cloud of voices as he, Tim and Damian neared the dining room seemed civil and calm. Dread flowed down Bruce's spine.

The door creaked something awful as it opened to the otherwise heartwarming scene within.

Nearly everyone was there. Cass was reading while Jason braided her hair, Stephanie was sipping a purple frappe with a expression of sheer glee, Dick stared at the table in shock, and Marc sat at the head of the table. Sat on his shoulder, holding a cup of tea with both "hands" was Jarro. "Hi Dad!" Jarro chirped mentally, "How come you didn't tell me I have so many siblings?" "Yeah Bruce," Marc chirped less genuinely, "How come?"

Bruce was speechless. "I-I-" "Oh god," Tim gasped quietly in horror, "His adoption trigger is eldritch creatures." Damian's face was frozen between fury and confusion. "Would you like another cookie, Young Master Jarro?" Alfred asked, his smirk complementing Marc's grin perfectly. "Yes please!"

This would be a long night.

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In The Pale Moonlight: Part 4

Ok, I can't really think of any great full scenes right now for this one, so we're bouncing around the timeline this time around. @harleyification, let's do some introductions! Enjoy and be gentle

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(Commissioner Gordon (Marc)) A faint drizzle dotted the figure on the GCPD rooftop. Commissioner Gordon stood next to the lit Bat-Signal, looking up at the shape it cast into the ever-present clouds. Sometimes, he swore he could see that light in his dreams.

The familar sound of an ever so slight rustle was his cue. "Batman, Poison Ivy's been acting up again near Ace Chemicals," Commissoner Gordon began as he turned to face his friend, "She's been-"

The Commissioner stared. Blinked as if to dispel what he saw. Standing next to Batman, carefully watching Robin as he cartwheeled about the rooftop, was a caped mummy only a head taller than Robin himself. "Commissioner?" Batman asked, as if he couldn't tell what the problem was. "Is that another kid?" Gordon hissed, pointing at the trick or treater. "This is Moon Knight," Batman introduced, "He and his brothers will be assisting us from now on." "There's more of them?!"

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(Damian Wayne (Steven))

Damian was polishing one of his knifes when a knock came on his bedroom door. Silently he slipt the knife up his sleeve, ready to deploy at a moment's notice, and opened the door. One of Father's "children" was standing there, thankfully not Drake. Damian had not interacted much with this one, Spector he'd heard his name was. Although, curiosly, they had personally been introduced as "the Triplets".

"Hello Damian," he greeted, his accent and expression far different than before, "Do you have anything planned for today?" "Why do you ask?" Damian kept his guard up. "There's a travelling exhibit at the Gotham Museum of Antiquities," Spector elaborated, "It's on ancient weapons. I'm going, and thought I'd extend an invitation."

"Tt, Mother taught me of many cultures' weaponry." "Yeah, but have you ever held any of them?" Damian paused. Idly, his eyes drifted to the bracelet Spector was wearing.

Father had indicated to pay attention to it. It was light grey and white at their first meeting. It was blue and black now. "Tell you what," Spector continued, "If you promise not to verbally or physically attack anyone, and to not steal the weapons, I'll take you with me. If you're good, I'll pay for a few things from the gift shop."

There was something going on with Spector, and Father had clearly intended in Damian working it out himself. To prove his skills. Plus, he'd always wanted to hold a khopesh. "I concede to these terms."

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(Zatanna Zatara (Everyone))

Out of everything Zatanna Zatara was expected at midnight, the Batman knocking on her hotel window was fairly low down on the list. She had been in Gotham a mere three hours. "And how can I help you?" she greeted with a smile anyway. The Bat seemed intimidated by Zatanna's peppiness. "Moon Knight and his brothers have been hit by a spell," he muttered.

The drive to the Batcave was...something. At least, the dim lights were easy to adjust to. "Ok," Zatanna clapped her hands, "So, where are they?" "Right this way," an elderly gentleman in a domino mask held a curtain open for her.

Slipping in, she quickly had to hold back a coo. There, curled around each other and mewling loudly, were three cats. The white one hissed at Zatanna's entrance, while the dark and light brown and white cat next to him chided him, and went back to grooming his brother's. The grey and black striped one simpily stared at her. "Oh, this is an easy fix," Zatanna waved to herself, "emoceb namuh niaga."

Between blinks, it took effect. But not in the way Zatanna expected. "That sucked," moaned the single human sitting before her, "Need anything else?" "I've done it wrong," Zatanna slowly admitted, "Let me just fix it-" "Nope, nothing to fix here," Moon Knight popped up to his feet, british accent replacing american, "Thank you so much, we're off to bed."

Nobody stopped him as he darted straight to the elevator. "Miss Zatara," the gentleman intercepted before she could follow them, "While I understand your concern, I can assure you that their condition is back to their usual." "...oh."

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In The Pale Moonlight: Part 3

This AU really will not leave my brain. I am, like, addicted to it. Anyway, I thought I'd add a little something (or is it, someone? >:)) from the Moon Knight comics this time. @harleyification I made thirds, and will most likely make more. Enjoy and be gentle.

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Jake cursed silently as yet another dark empty hallway opened before him. It turns out being part of a vigilante family when you have a magic suit and a connection to an ancient god makes you the "supernatural guy". He sighed.

It had been Tim who broght this case to them. "One of Wayne Enterprises' transfers from out of town has gone missing," Tim said, eyes never so much as twitching away from the Batcomputer. "Ok, and that's our problem because?" Marc had questioned. "Because the last place he was seen was outside one of the new apartment complexes a few blocks from Crime Alley," Tim finally turned to them, "At the same time, everyone else in the building went missing. As did the GCPD officers sent to investigate."

The complex had been typical-looking, the lack of graffiti signaling its newness. Inside hadn't looked very different either. If it were a car, Jake imagined it would have had that new car smell.

And then the front door disappeared.

"We should have called Steven's ex," Marc hissed as Jake walked past yet another number 49. "And give ol'Batdad a stroke?" Jake bit back as muffled pleading could once again be heard from above, "Bad enough when he was dating the bastard." "Zatanna," Marc piped up after a moment's silence, "We could have called her." "Alright then!" Jake finally snapped, "If you're 'Mr Perfect', then you take the body!" "What!? Jake-!" But Jake was already gone.

Marc stood in the hallway looking at number 32. The body was tired. Seven flights of stairs, and the same exact hallway appeared everytime. He walked forward and the door opened on its own. The room inside was cosy, two armchairs sat in front of a crackling fireplace. Marc shuffled inside and let himself flop into one of them.

So tired. Surely, he could take just a little break? Yeah, wouldn't want to be like Tim, the owner of Gotham's most expensive eyebags. A chuckle slipped out. "If we make it out of this," Marc thought as he drifted off, "Tim's going to owe us, big time."

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Spooked, Marc jolted awake the instant his eyes opened. Four things jumped out at him at once.

One, he was now in a different room. Two, he was in a bed tucked under a canopy. Three, the suit was gone and the clothes he was wearing were not the ones he was wearing before. Four, who the hell converted a sarcophagus into a bed!?

Slowly, he pulled back the bedding to reveal his full new outfit. "Sonuva..." Marc trailed off as he took in the Moon Knight-themed onesie with crescent patterned slipper socks. Sighing, he left the "bed", tossing the canopy aside as he went. The living room was unchanged apart from a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of buttered toast.

The fire was out. The room was quiet.

"Is someone here?" Marc asked into the silence after a generous swig of coffee and a mental (and, for once, solo) debate. A door appeared on the right hand wall, opened to allow a cart with a TV roll in, before vanishing again.

It stopped in front of him and the TV switched on. "The House of Shadows! A perfect place to live!" a peppy but utterly silent ad announced, "By manipulating a patented personal dimension, The House of Shadows can take any form, anywhere, can form any internal structure regardless of exterior space and summon/create any household object as needed. Why live anywhere else?!"

Now Marc was really reminded of Steven's ex. Well, his House. If he did this right, then, maybe...?

"So," he started clearly, "you are a house? And houses are made to be lived in?" Two bright green ticks flashed into screen, bright enough Marc could pratically hear the ding-ding-ding. "Right, but a house with people who don't want to be in it isn't a house." A question mark in purple appeared. "That's a prison."

The question mark muted in colour. "You want to be lived in, right?" Marc went in for the kill, leaning forward in his seat, "You want someone to choose you?" "Yes," flashed repeatedly on the screen. "This isn't how you do it."

The screen cut out and the walls began to shudder. "All this is achieving is making others fear you. And, once people are afraid, they lash out," Marc tried to reason with the room, "As I speak, they're probably trying to free everyone in here. That would likely involve sending you away, back to wherever you were before." "No" Appeared on the screen at last. "Yes," Marc breathed in, and delivered his final blow, "But you can still fix this. Let everyone go, the residents, the GCPD officers, the pets, everyone. And, in return, we'll stay with you. Just let them go, and allow me a phone call."

The walls stilled.

The sound of multiple doors slamming open followed by a stampede of feet was music to Marc's ears. "Thank you," he breathed as he dialed, "Hey, how do you feel about renovating?"

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"Moon Knight, the building is too small and too damaged," Red Robin reiterated, "Mr Knight said you'd all agreed on this." "Indeed," Moon Knight smoothly countered, "But that was before tonight." "Look, I'm sorry, ok? Please don't do this just out of spite." "Spite? No, if anything, I should be thanking you," Moon Knight audibly grinned as the ground shook, "I made a new friend tonight."

Windows cracked in reverse, police tape was sucked into the building, dark blue paint trickled down the walls. In seconds, a brand new building sat before them: "Let me introduce you to The House of Shadows, or rather, The Midnight Mission."

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In The Pale Moonlight: Part 2

OK, didn't think I'd be doing more of this one so soon nor in this way, but this idea wouldn't leave me be. All I am going to say is @harleyification, I'm addressing the elephant in the room.

Enjoy and be gentle.

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One year. Steven trudged on forward in the bitter cold as he reflected. It had been one miserable year since his littlest brother had died. One year of grieving, of arguments, of nightmares. Of longing.

An icy chill filled Steven's lungs as he stopped. There, full moon over head, was his destination. Steven didn't dare speak. None of the words he could think of felt right. So, in their absence, he had turned to actions. Slowly, a disc of moonstone was lowered onto the gravestone. Perfectly smooth apart from engravings around the edge. The meaning known only to him.

Even as tears filled his eyes, Steven smiled. Lowered himself onto the firm earth, pulled out a well-loved copy of Pride and Prejudice, and began to read aloud.

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Marc sighed as he heaved himself through his window. It had been a long night, even without the knowledge that hung in the air like smog.

Nearly four years.

The sound of the window sliding shut seemed to echo into the shadows of their shared apartment. Something was wrong. "Don't bother hiding. I know you're there."

At that, he flicked on the living room light. At the same time, a chair spun around. And revealed The Red Hood.

"Well," came the heavily filtered voice, "good to know that's not an option." "Why are you here?" "Ah, straight to the point, I like that," Red Hood nodded to himself, "You see, I have a bit of a problem. I've been looking for someone, someone...very memorable. Nobody's seen them in, about three years now." "And what's that got to do with me?"

At this, Red Hood stood up, a gun in his hand but by his side. "Where is he?" "Give me the body, Marc," Steven suddenly said. "No, this guy would kill you-" "And you will stop him if he does," Steven cut off Jake's objection, "Let me talk to him." Before Marc could object himself, Steven pushed his way in front and held on tight. "Why do you want to know?"

"Because I came here to make sure that bastard suffered for what he did to me, and I can't find him." Each word was tainted with anger and the imminent promise of violence. Strangely, he didn't seem to react to the switch at all. "You know why that is," Steven cooly stated, "or you wouldn't be here. Which told you?" "Ivy."

Steven nodded, even as Marc and Jake's questions flew about their head. "And you truly wish to know?" The Red Hood nodded. "Fair enough."

Steven sat in the seat opposite The Red Hood who, in turn, lowered himself back down. "We had a little brother. You probably know this already, but Jason was killed by the Joker, a couple of months after he'd paralysed a family friend. It destroyed us. In so many ways.

One day, an idea pops into my head. I'm not like you, I'm not the kind of person that can kill. Call me a coward if you must, but I'm just not. But this idea isn't that.

Harley Quinn had broken up with the Joker since...his death, and was making genuine efforts to make it permanent. Her and Poison Ivy, they made each other really happy. But everyone knew that she could go crawling back to him if he said the right things.

I managed to acquire a powerful paralytic, don't ask me how. Full-body, you know. I got a burner phone and a blow dart kit. And happened to find him, alone, in a warehouse.

I took my chance.

Once he'd stopped trying to move, I called Ivy's number. Don't ask how I got that either. 'Right now, the Joker is under a full-body paralytic. Won't be able to move until morning. If you want to ensure he'll never hurt her again, here's your chance. My only request is that, if you do leave him alive, that he never be able to move his arms, his legs, or laugh. Ever again. Harley can come to, if she likes.'

I gave the address and hung up. Dismantled the phone and threw it into the Gotham River. Tossed the pipe into the Wayne's manor incinerator. I then went to Jason's grave and read to him until the sun rose.

I never laid a finger on the Joker, and have no idea what Ivy did to him after I left, but he'll never lay his own on anyone else."

The Red Hood was silent. In his head, Marc and Jake were stunned. "I think, that you are the best big brother one could ever ask for," Red Hood slowly stated after what felt like an eternity. Then, he raised his hand to his helmet. Entranced, they watched as the helmet hissed and slid off to reveal an impossibility.

"And if I knew we were exchanging gifts," Jason Todd croaked out, "I'd have got you something real special."

In an instant, Marc had the body. With great care and speed, he threw himself over Jason.

"You're alive," he managed before his tears grew too strong, "You're her. That's enough." Nobody tried to stop him, hugging a dead man like he'd dissolve if not held together. Instead, Steven and Jake pushed forward as close as they could, while Jason's arms wrapped around them all with equal strength.

Together again finally.

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