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Billy Batson

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Nov 9 2017, 09:57 PM
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March 21st, 2017

It was no secret that there was a break in at the museum last night. It was on the news. Apparently there were a couple men - thieves - left at the scene, legs frozen to the ground. The cameras were disabled so there was no security footage, leaving it a question of which ice villain had popped in and out of Fawcett City. The museum was closed down today so Billy did not have a chance to talk with Teth about the break in and subsequent theft. The jewel was from the Egyptian exhibit and knowing how possessive the man can be Cap does not think he will be taking this well; what is his is his and you don’t steal from Black Adam, period.

He had sensed Black Adam when he had transformed earlier today - while Billy was in school - but so far there has been no rampages across the city in response to the theft. With the significant lack of chaos, the boy had not felt the need to ditch class to go looking for trouble. But then, there was no sightings of the villain anywhere else in the world, either, when he went ‘looking’ for him after school hours. That seems...good…

Except for the fact that the hero has not been able to locate Teth anywhere within Fawcett and has lost any sense of his arch nemesis anywhere. Billy wants to give him the benefit of the doubt but he also cannot help but to be at least a little bit concerned when your enemy disappears suddenly after something had been stolen. Something that Teth likely considers to be his. Captain Marvel has questions. And it looks like he is going to have to wait to get them answered.

There is always something to keep a hero busy in their own city; though he should be kind of worried about the homework he has due tomorrow. But Fawcett City needs him too and he wants to be ready for when Black Adam decides to show back up.

Which he eventually does, after the sun has disappeared from the sky and the city slows down and lights up. The Captain is not sure if his ‘brother’ senses him as he floats up behind him, but it is not his intention to sneak up on the man. “Adam,” he calls from the short distance he had established between them, just in case. He holds his hands out in a gesture of peace, his expression serious but neither that nor his body language appears threatening. “I think it is about time we talked. Can we just talk?”

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Oct 18 2017, 04:56 PM
March 18th, 2017

Yesterday had been an eye opening experience for him. A painful one, it was, but if things turn out as he would hope then it would be well worth it. After being attacked by a Lyena - some sort of magical creature whose origins he is still looking into - and rescued by the unlikeliest of rescuers - Black Adam whose alter ego he has been tailing for weeks - he had to make a call to the Justice League for some emergency medical care. And he started to rethink a thing or two. Hal had mentioned trying to reform a person who happened to fall in the villain category; what about and why not Black Adam?

Billy had thought about it most of the night, until he could no longer keep his eyes open. He drifted off to sleep with thoughts on helping his arch nemesis leave his villainy behind. It would be great yet it would be no easy task, perhaps impossible. But nothing worthwhile is easy.

He spent the majority of the next day daydreaming and making mental lists. Billy realizes that he cannot expect immediate change. And just like he cannot expect huge leaps of progress, he thinks that he should not forget the little things. Small gestures in kindness, compassion, understanding, forgiveness and trust often make the biggest impact on people’s lives. So he has been brainstorming ideas. He calls the list his ‘Mission: Bring Black Adam to the Hero Side List’

He has Mission Hero (for short) in mind as he walks through the museum. As has become his usual routine, Billy searches the place for Theo. Normally it would be with the goal of watching him, observing and studying and waiting for him to trip up somehow, tailing him persistently. Today, however, the kid has different plans.

“Theo!” he calls across the room, his voice echoing. He moves to raise his hand, to wave, but aborts the motion with a noticeable grimace. He has to get numerous stitches to close up the deepest of the wounds and a lot of movement pulls mercilessly at them. Similarly, he carries his backpack hugged in front of him, unable to bear the weight against the tenderness of his back. He wishes he could hurry more to keep the man from waiting on him but he is tired and everything hurts; he half expects to be ignored and for Theo to hurry away as if he had not heard him.

“I have something for you,” he explains when he gets close enough to not have to shout to be heard. He moves gingerly down onto one knee, setting his backpack down - the strap had been duct taped to hold it together since the bag had been damaged. Likewise, he is obviously wearing double layers of sweaters since his coat had been ruined. He pulls out a white paper bag and holds it up. “I thought...you might like a snack. And I wanted to say thank you, again, for yesterday."
Aug 26 2017, 10:36 PM
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He quit the Justice League? He quit the Justice League. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God. What has he done? And Batman had said nothing in response; even in the midst of Billy’s defeated decision - born of emotional, hopeless, impulse - there had been a silent plea. ‘Please stop me, say something, want me, need me, understand me, call me back, please.’ But he got nothing. Not a single word as he walked into the light of the zeta beam.

He had fought so hard to earn his place with their team, harder to redeem himself in the face of the incident in Gotham months ago. It was for nothing, it is over. He is never going to find redemption. And in his heart he knew, he knew Batman would not forgive him and he would have to witness the disappointment on the man’s face. Batman believed in Billy and Billy let him down.

Billy sits alone in the dark in his tent in the abandoned subway tunnel after stumbling home from the zeta point for what might very well be the last time. He stares into the dark with words playing on a loop in his head and in his ears the sound of painkillers tumbling about in their bottle as he turns it over in his hands. When he had first appeared on Earth he had been a mess of tears, choking on his breaths, and he had to brace himself against the wall - his knees are soaked from losing his balance.

Now he feels numb, overwhelmed by grief and guilt and hopelessness. The tears fall in a stream as his situation fully settles on him. He left of his own volition; he has no family, no team, no friends. He is alone all over again. Billy’s life had been hard but it was the people in his life that made it bearable. He was able to rise above his pathetic existence and be something bigger, be a part of something noble amongst good and strong people. It made him worth something.

Now he sits in his poor excuse for a home in a damp, cold, dirty subway and if this is all there is maybe it would have been better for that man to shoot him in that Gotham warehouse. Billy wants to mean something, just like anyone, but it was a dream too good to be true. He is no hero. He is nobody’s hero, just like Min Jun had said.

He buries his face in one hand while his other clenches on the pill bottle. “I’m sorry, Mom and Dad. You’re probably so ashamed of me. I wanted to make you proud but...I didn’t turn out anything like you,” he whispers into the dark and sniffles. What did he do? He rattles the capsules in the container he grasps, wondering what sort of death it would be. If he could just not wake up one day and he did not have to concern himself with this world anymore...how bad would that be?

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Aug 25 2017, 08:48 PM
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BIlly has never had a problem with asking for help when something is too much for him to handle on his own or gets out of hand. He is not prideful like that, even if it has to do with his hometown city of Fawcett. Especially if it has to do with Fawcett. Do not get him wrong, he cares about the whole world and all the people in it. Of course he does. But he feels particularly protective about Fawcett City. It is his home, where he was born, where he lived with his family. The museum where his parents worked is here as well as the school he attended along with his sister. It is special to him, important, and he is not above asking for assistance when it is in danger and he is not enough.<BR><BR>

And right now he has a problem that could use an extra set of hands, preferably ones with magical experience. He could have called Zatanna and he does not think that she would have refused - this is kind of the thing that they all do - but he felt more comfortable approaching Diana. They had grown closer over the past few weeks. Plus she was already aware of his situation and living circumstances; he would not have to avoid or explain anything when she came to visit. <BR><BR>

Lately they have been dealing with strange characters that seem to come and go like ghosts. Some of them being pretty powerful, influential specters, at that. They have been causing quite a bit of trouble, the kind that make the portal thing seem like play time. Captain Marvel has tried to put a stop to them and their magic-natured disruptions but the ‘visits’ have only increased to a larger scale. The superhero cannot keep up with the growth. He needs to stop it at its source, but with the mystic energy everywhere it has been hard to nail down the focal point.<BR><BR>

Billy finally determined that the origin is somewhere in the Fawcett City Museum. And that is where he is waiting for his friend, sitting on a bench outside the ornate building, eating a hot dog from a vendor he had encountered along the way and guarding the one he had procured for Diana. He wipes a splotch of mustard from his cheek when he catches sight of the woman approaching, quickly raising that hand to wave at her. “Diana. I got you a hot dog.” He knows this is not a social thing...he should probably be more professional...but who does not like hot dogs? And you cannot work on an empty stomach.

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Jun 5 2017, 10:23 PM
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February 22nd, 2017

How is it that he continues to end up in Gotham lately? It seems that no matter how much he wants to avoid the city as much as possible, or how hard he tries, he keeps getting drawn back to it for one reason or another. And he has had enough bad experiences with the city in the past few months that it is not as if he is just being paranoid or overly dramatic. He might just be a stupid teenage boy but he is smart enough to know where he is not wanted and where he should not go.

Despite his reluctance, however, Billy still has a job to do as a superhero and that work has brought him back to Gotham’s dingy, crime infested streets. His pulse races and he does not think he has ever been this alert before. The soles of his thrift store sneakers make that wet slap, scrape sound on the pavement and he stops to shake a piece of paper off that had stuck.

He sighs and looks at the slip of paper in his hand for the umpteenth time, then lifts his head and looks around. The street he is looking for is nowhere in sight; it has not been for the past forty-five minutes. Billy is pretty sure that he is lost and that unsettles him all the more. He could turn into Captain Marvel but suddenly there seems to be a lot of people around. Billy cannot risk compromising his secret identity. Not unless he has absolutely no choice at all.

He walks around a corner and runs into some laughter. Across the street someone had lit a fire in a metal barrel and some lady would have run him over with her clattering cart if he had not jumped out of the way. Billy gulps and walks forward, debating whether someone here could point him in the right direction.

The teen stops to assess his situation, collect his wits and review his options and that is went the skinny arms of a scantily clad one sneak around his neck. She leans forward and he can feels her breasts against his back and her cheek near his. Her breath ghosts across his face and he can smell alcohol and cigarette smoke on her. “Hey, sweetie,” she slurs a little. “What are you doing out so late?”

Billy’s cheeks had already been rosy from the brisk air but they turn positively fiery at this point. He inclines his head away so that he can turn his head just just enough to be able to look at her with a roll of his eyes. He smiles kindly at her. “Just on my way home, ma’am,” he fibs politely, though he grunts when he is pulled back against her. She coos about how adorable he is while he tries to carefully extract himself. “Ex-excuse me. Must be going!”


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