Since it turned out Rex regenerates and doesn’t restart the way he used to, Mr Umbris kidnapped him for the sake of entertainment & mad science.
And it all started with Rex throwing a silly insult at him.
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Thinkin' of WOF Au for DC, but like, it's a Gothamite and Fawcett thing. (And Amity Park if crossover)
Like those are the most magical areas in the world, even if Gotham is cursed as fuck. An unspoken secret of sorts that while they present themselves as human to outsiders, they are all Very Much Not.
Which means hilariously in the league, when everyone expects Batman to be suspicious and short with the new guy- even made bets on it- they are then shooketh when both visibly relax and start talking.
And half the shared complaints don't make sense!
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Now Gotham technically has no Queen, nor does Fawcett, but Batman and Captain Marvel are the closest things. Not in the traditional sense of back when they were in separate tribes (& maybe from a different dimension but shh that was millennia ago) but in the sense of, they're the ones patrolling and protecting the cities along with calling the shots in disasters.
Which does sort of change the dynamic they both have in their city. If one of them calls to arms, the city would follow them. They could declare war, and their cities (begrudgingly in Gotham's underbelly's case of strongest is in charge) would follow.
And while Billy is oblivious, both Marvel-the-not-hivemind and Batman are. They know they have to be very careful.
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I'm sure we all want Nightwing Bruce but no. Bruce, like both his mother and father and father's father and so on before him, is actually an Icewing.
The Waynes however, have a case of melanism running in their bloodline. Thomas Wayne? Only his quills and part of his back were darker, but Bruce? Practically pitch black scales that shadow his eyes.
Now Alfred on the other hand, is a Nightwing. No special powers there, though you would hear many a child protest with how he seems to know everything.
Commissioner Gordon is a Mudwing, big stocky and very tired, which translates to his human disguise as a large trenchcoat. He finds this very amusing.
Barbara similarly, is half Mudwing. Her mother was a Hivewing, making her a hybrid between both. Which does ironically mean that Batgirl does in fact have insectoid wings. Though that does ponder the question on if they'd all go by their original vigilante names.
Dick is a Silkwing. Wingless as he watches his parents fall and unable to do anything despite this place supposedly being safe for beings like them. He grows into his own, and his wings, when they come in, are dark Gotham colors through and through, with the deep blue of the sky he's come to crave.
Jason is a hybrid between a Mudwing and a Skywing. He's also an animus- not that he knew that. He doesn't find out until he's dying, telling himself to not die, to get back to Gotham, to his dad, his family-
And then he wakes up in his Coffin, alive.
Now Cass, raised to be the perfect killer, is also a hybrid, just one between a Nightwing and a Rainwing, egg set out under the moon. Which succeeds, partially. She can't straight up read minds, but combined with her talent in reading body language on both human and inhuman bodies, it's a near thing.
Tim is a Seawing, borderline abandoned by his parents who seek treasures and more wealth as he's trapped back in a city where the water is dark and poisoned. But he's Gothamite, through and through, and he adapts. Scales darker than the original blues he was born with, and glow shifting to that sickly white of the Gotham's Bats.
Now Steph, is a full-blooded Rainwing, and can in fact change her scales, but can mostly be found in purples and golds. Though for a short time she was in another set of colors, thought dead before she slithered out of the shadows older and wiser than before.
Damian is his father's son, but he's also an Al-Ghul. The not-quite dragonet is half Icewing, and half Sandwing. And struggled to adjust at first, to a place so different from his first home where the only other dragons were blood related. But like any Wayne before him, he adjusts, and he adapts.
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Billy wasn't a Beetlewing originally, and perhaps he would have hesitated if he'd known it would change him, would change his body and the last thing he had of his parents. But his friends, his Team and new family help.
And he can pass as a Silkwing like their sort-of foster mother. All six of them can do so now, even if the others look more like hybrids themselves thanks to not being the Champion. They might not be, but they're his family.
And that's enough.
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Dr Gratton invented a formula (a potion) in hopes to separate himself from his “negative feelings”, for the sake of “becoming a decent flawless person” + to help people once he improves it via testing on himself
Mr Umbris is a side of his personality that he struggled to suppress for his whole life, which became (partly) free after drinking the potion a few times
Umbris’ first name is Dorian
he is younger than Cornelius; both physically and mentally
his eyes are green and his hair is darker
Dr Gratton is aware of his existence (black outs), but it is pretty much alike a case of DID, so he doesn’t have memories of what Umbris was doing while being in control
they are capable of interacting with each other in dreams and in hallucinations (due to the lack of sleep)
and yes, Dorian used a half of the said potion on Rex recently
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I heard the first crash while I was logging the day's findings in my journal.
The second crash was closer, coming down the hallway.
The third sent the door of my bedroom bursting into splinters.
There was the fiend, twirling his cane and advancing on me with a malevolent grin that sent a shudder down my spine.
"You've a great many pretty things, Mr. Harker," he snarled, his voice chilled me to my core. It was high and grating, with a peculiar roughness, some unholy mixture of a giddy school boy and a rabid hound.
The fourth crash sent my lamp scattering shards in all directions.
"It would be a shame-" the cane arced up above his head and swung towards my face
"-If I took to smashing every-" it tapped benignly against my cheek, "-pretty-" my other cheek, "-thing-" a hard press against my lips, "-in this room."
The gleeful malice that had painted his face moments before vanished and he turned suddenly serious, eyes narrowing into furious slits "Now what possessed you to come rifling though my bags looking for Dr. Jekyll's formula?" he demanded, his tone indicating that it would be very unwise to lie to him.
-Quincey Harker 1918
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