Jason in Wonderland
Crossover Danuary Day 4
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Slush kicks up in Jason’s wake as he stomps down Gotham’s street on Christmas Day. Icy hands are bunched up in their sleeves, his curled fists jammed into his jacket’s pockets. The freezing wind slaps his face and Jason’s pissed he can’t slap it back.
“I’M LATE, I’M LATE! FOR A VERY IMPORTANT DATE!
NO TIME TO SAY HELLO, GOODBYE, I’M LATE, I’M LATE,
I’M LATE!”
Speeding right past, and nearly bowling Jason over like a wrecking ball, a giant fucking rabbit thunders past. Jason stares in sheer astonishment as it hippity-hops and leaps into a massive green portal that Jason had apparently been too blind to notice until now.
Jason whips his head round to see if any other Gothamite is seeing this.
No one is seeing this.
And not in that ‘I see nothing cause that ain’t my business’ kind of way. His fellow Gothamite pedestrians are genuinely fully oblivious to the glowing hole in the fabric of reality and the giant anthropomorphic unseasonal Easter Bunny in their midst that had just bounced right into it.
(Warning Long Post)
Coming out from the green glowing portal was the head of a werewolf peeking out, then the rest of its bestial body (clothed in a ragged green tracksuit) follows.
"That's probably everyone," says the werewolf as it lingers in front of the portal. It turns to head back into the portal.
On sheer impulse, Jason sprints down the street. Jason can feel the attention he’s drawing. He's 6 foot tall, has the shoulders of a linebacker, and is pounding the pavement like there are lives on the line. His fellow Gothamites calmly adjust out of his way.
The werewolf disappears through the green portal. With a desperate leap, Jason charges in right after.
Jason feels the portal close behind him.
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Then Jason is violently, painfully ill.
A burning sensation quickly builds inside his chest. A blistering heat is searing his heart. His heart thrashes in agony. Jason doubles over. His skin starts itching. Starts crawling. Jason’s fingers want to peel and pry the skin off his flesh for relief. Have slick wet blood gush and soothe his skin. Have the bleeding tears let his skin breathe in relief. His hands are busy gagging his threatening vomit at the outbreak of his sudden vicious nausea.
Then gravity decides to fuck around.
Jason is now plummeting, spiralling downwards into an unknowing, endless fall.
There’s nothing more rage-inducing than being suddenly violently and incomprehensibly ill whilst in the midsts of fucking freefall.
Jason’s screams shatter the air.
The werewolf whirls around. He sees the displaced, living human uncontrollably falling in a panicked frenzy behind him.
"Nu, tio ne estas bona". (Well that's not good).
With a single bound, Wulf approaches the human, then he smartly opens up another portal beneath the falling mortal, in order to send the human back to the physical realm, Gotham.
But just as the human dipped into the portal, Wulf looks on in horror. He realises that the human was having a violent seizure whilst free falling. In the split second of that realisation, the human’s violent reaction interferes with his portal’s spatial displacement.
A clash of green, bursting light and hissing red blinds him.
Once he can see again, the portal and the human are both gone. Wulf doesn’t know where that young man has gone but he doubts it was Gotham, Earth.
Wulf sends thoughts and prayers for the young man.
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“Fuuuuuuuuck!!!”
Jason yells out into the uncaring green void when it finally stopped spinning.
The fire in his chest died down to a thrumming burn; painful but tolerable. The skin crawling had lessened to a frustrating itch, the horrendous nausea was now motion sickness.
"Hey Leather Jacket, you good?”
Coming to a slow stop next to him was a couple riding a motorcycle. Their skin colour was ash grey and the lady had unnatural green hair.
“That’s fine”, thought Jason. “Everything’s unnatural here anyway.”
“You lost or something?" The man asks. Jason looks around at the swirling green void of a sky and floating broken islands he was drifting between.
"Yeah, you could say that. You wouldn't happen to know where Gotham is?" Jason asked without much hope.
"Oh yeah we know Gotham," the lady answered helpfully. Jason felt hope surge within. Maybe, he wasn’t completely fucked. "You’ll find it thataway. The Revolving River of Doors has recently migrated back so if you head over Skulker’s Island - “
“Do you know where Skulker’s Island is?” the dude interrupted.
“Of course he knows where it is. Everyone knows where it is, amirite.” The girl smiles leadingly at Jason. Jason stares blankly back. The girl's eyebrows fly off her head in surprise. Just like a cartoon character. Silently, Jason watches the eyebrows float back into place.
“Oh so you don’t know. How about that Johnny?”
“Yeah, how about that. You a hermit or something?”
“Or something” Jason bites back.
“Well anyway,” the girl continues, “from where we’re standing, Skulker’s Island is just a short Hunt away. The island has a gigantic skull stuck on it, so you can’t miss it.”
“You really can’t. A blind man can see that damn thing for miles.”
“You really can. Right so, once you’ve reached Skulker’s Island,”
“No wait, how do I get to Skulker’s Island?”
“Like I just said,” the lady repeats impatiently, “it’s only a short Hunt away.”
“... right, but to get there, which direction should I take?”
“Whichever one you please,” the girl answers airily, “it’s a short Hunt away.”
“Right, right. It’s a short hunt away. OK. But in which direction should I go from here?”
“Well that depends a good deal on how you want to get there?”
“I don’t much care how—” said Jason.
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the lady.
“—so long as I actually get there,” Jason added, exasperated.
“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” she said, “it’s just a short Hunt away.”
“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can pick any direction?”
“Any direction”
“Any direction at all,” the guy chimes in.
“And I’ll find Skulker’s Island,” Jason continues.
“Only a short Hunt away, exactly” the lady finishes. “So once there, you’ll want to head on over it. Not under it or around it but over it. If you try to go under or around it, you’ll likely end up in Alaska.”
The biker dude frowns at his girl, “Not Ember’s Lair?”
“Nah they’ve broken up.”
“Oh like for real?”
“This time maybe, yeah.”
“Ooof. What did Skulker do?”
“Get this. He forgot her Death Day.”
The dude gasped, “He forgot! But she has a wholeass song!”
“Fucking exactly! That’s what I said when Jazz told me.”
“RIP Skulker.”
“RIP Skulker.”
“A babe like that was out of his league anyway,” the dude leers. His girlfriend smacks him unimpressed.
“Why’d you smack me? I’m right!”
“I didn’t like the way you said it.” The girlfriend retorts, her hand on her hips.
“You didn’t like-” the dude acts flabbergasted, “oh c’mon Kitty, I didn’t mean nothing by it, so why are you”
“Sorry to interrupt,” Jason interrupts unsorry, “but as the lady was saying?”
“Oooh lady,” she smiles, “I like the sound of that.”
The greasy haired ginger turns and death glares at Jason, which Jason ignores.
“So where was I?”
“That I should head over, not around or under, but over the island with the giant skull on it...”
“Right, so above Skulker’s Island you’ll see the Revolving River of Doors. And one of those doors will be a Purple Travesty to Gothic Art Deco. That's the door to Gotham.”
"But why are you heading on over to Gotham anyway?” the ginger-haired biker asks, now slouching grumpily over his handlebars. “You ain't attending the King's Not Christmas Shindig?"
The green-haired lady perks up, "Speaking of the King, bet he'd luuurve to see you."
Jason was sceptical, “Why would your King want to see me?”
“More like why wouldn’t he want to see you?” the biker dude drawled, “Like who even are you?”
“Someone who's way more confused than they were when they woke up this morning.”
“Oh!” the girl snapped her fingers, “You wouldn’t happen to want to adopt the King?”
“Or End the King”
“Or kill his Pops?”
“Or fuck his Mama?”
“Make his clones?”
“Mess with things beyond your power?”
“And then dump the responsibility onto his lap?”
“Before ditching him to save your own skin?”
“...” Jason defensively crossed his arms.
The couple were now leaning into his space, waiting attentively for his answer with creepy smiles on their faces.
“... No, I don’t want to do any of that.”
“Awesome, then you’re perfect!” the girl cheered.
“Perfect, how? For not being a madman?!”
“Well c’mon now” the guy drawled, “we’re all mad here.”
The couple’s grins grew wider.
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I know it wouldn't make a lot of sense, but I'm curious. How would you interpret a hypothetical crossover between Alice in Wonderland and Sherlock Holmes?
Oooh interesting!
Ok so, if Alice in Wonderland takes place in 1865 and Alice is 7, she'd be born in 1858, making her 4 years younger than Holmes, born in 1854.
(Conceding that the Alice in the story is a separate entity, then Alice Liddell, her real world inspiration, and so could have a different birth date)
So they're very much contemporaries, so a crossover is definitely possible without even much work.
Now, for the purposes of plot, when is the most interesting point for when could this crossover be taking place?
When they're both adults? So when he's already a consulting detective, and perhaps some sort of weirdness is going down around the old grounds of Alice's home where these portals to Wonderland and the Chesslands seem to be. Perhaps she disapeers back into them as an adult and he's hired by her family to try and figure out what's happened?
Or, maybe they knew eachother as children somehow? Alice Liddell was the daughter of a college dean, her counterpart could well be the same (given that the layouts of their homes are supposed to be described similarly one could make a case for a parallel)
So perhaps he crossed her path well at school and had some sort of strange childhood adventure that he later tried to rationalize, but still haunts him to this day?
I think whatever I'd do I'd like to leave the conclusion open as to wether the Dreamworlds of Alice are just that, dreams--or something greater going on. Let Holmes give a rationalish explanation if he can, but leave enough room for, "yes, but what if..."
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