Billy Batson [One-Shots]

Billy BATson

"Are you sure this is him?!" incredulously demanded Dr. Sivana, staring at the unconscious child that was held behind the dome. Captain Nazi made sure that it was electricity-proofed, to make sure that kid couldn't transform. They could've gagged him, but where's fun in that?

"Yes, I'm sure," spoke Captain Nazi, staring impassively at the child.

"Now what?!" demanded Sivana, staring impatiently at the stoic man.

"Now we wait for them to show up."

Justice League
Watchtower

Superman was getting agitated, Captain Marvel was supposed to show up for monitor duty three hours ago. Usually, they wouldn't be worried, Marvel was notorious for being fashionably late and coming up with adorable excuses like saving a lady and feeding stray cats, but now he was really getting worried. What if something happened to him? Did someone manage to hurt him? From what he has seen, the hero seemed pretty invincible, just like him. But if anyone, Clark knew better. There's no such thing as complete invisibility. Maybe someone discovered Marvel's Kryptonite?

He walked down the hallway, with these thoughts swirling in his head. Chewing on his lip.

"Superman," spoke Batman's voice, literally manifesting from the shadows. Clark wouldn't be ashamed to admit that he jumped a little, staring at the Dark Knight with a startled expression. If he didn't know Bruce any better, he'd say that he was smiling, mirth in his eyes.

"Batman," responded Clark, trying to keep what was left of his dignity.

"I'm worried about Marvel. This is most unlike him," spoke Batman in his no-nonsense voice and kept walking, prompting Clark to follow him in the main hall.

Stepping inside, they saw various superhero huddled together in various states of shock and horror.

"What's going on here?!" demanded Superman, trying to take charge of the situation. Batman stepped forward analyzing the video that was currently being displayed on the screen.

It showed a small child, bound and gagged, colorful bruises littering across his small body. His eyes swollen and purple, blood leaking from every possible orifice. It was a truly horrifying sight. Most curious, or dare he say... morbid, was the fact that child wasn't crying or howling in pain. At first, he assumed that the translation had no sound, but now he could hear the voice of the scum who was doing this. Captain Nazi.

"Hello, dear Justice League! I have captured your Captain Marvel! Isn't that marvelous?" asked the blonde, cackling at his own joke. Superman's eyes widened in horror, the realization, that the small child over there was Captain Marvel, dawning on him.

If one were to look Batman in the eyes, they'd notice a storm brewing there. He hated child-abusers. This scum though, he took it too far.

*Kick*

They all winced in tandem, hearing a bone crack. Pretty sure that he broke his ribs when he stomped on his chest. As if that wasn't enough, he stepped on his hand, crushing it with his foot. Batman's anger and pride rose. Anger for that vile abomination that called himself a man, pride - for Billy, who didn't let out a single peep during all of that excruciating pain.

"Come get him if you care about your teammate so much... Question is - will you make it in time?"

His maniacal laughter was the last thing they heard before complete silence settles over the Watchtower. It was broken, like a spell, and everyone started buzzing with activities, darting from one corner to another. Looking for a way to track down and save Captain.

"Billy, wake up," spoke a masculine voice, causing Billy to groan and turn around, sleep-mumbling.

"Five more minutes, Mr. Tawky-Tawny," and he promptly went back to sleep.

"He's so tiny," commented Flash, bringing his face closer to Billy's and poking his cheeks. Batman just glared at the scarlet speedster and proceeded with his attempts to wake up the child.

"Billy, this isn't Mr. Tawky Tawny, this is Batman."

Billy bolted upright, headbutting Flash in the process. Both of them clutched their heads, yelling in pain. Clark's lips twisted in amusement, staring at them, but he quickly composed himself. Hopefully, no one noticed. Why was Bruce looking at him like that?

"H-how do you know my name? Mr. Batman... sir."

Batman just gave him an unimpressed look. "We know you're Marvel."

"Oh," life left Billy's form, slumping forward he stared at his bedsheets. "Does it mean you're kicking me out?"

"Why would you think that Billy?" asked Batman, honestly curious.

Billy stared at him with a raised eyebrow, meaningfully looking at Wonder Woman and Superman, who were trying very hard not to look at him. They were torn between yelling or cocooning him in blankets and stealing him away.

Bruce chuckled, surprising everyone present, Billy included. "I also know that you're currently homeless, sleeping on the streets." Billy looked down, shame coloring his face, making his stomach churn in an unpleasant way. "If you'll allow me, I'd very much like to adopt you."

"A-adopt? Me?!" repeated Billy, a bit dumbfounded. Batman. THE Batman wanted to adopt him? Why? He was nothing special. He was Billy... just Billy.

"YEEES!" screamed Nightwing, falling from the vent system, he quickly stood up, dusting himself and grinned at Billy. "I'll have a new cute little baby brother!" squealed the grown-up man, squishing Billy's cheeks and making baby faces at him, god to honest cooing. "I'll teach all the cool moves, yes I will! And how to get ladies and gents... whatever you like."

Billy was honestly befuddled, but he never felt this warm inside. He just shyly nodded his head, because he was sure if he opened his mouth, he'd cry.

"Just admit it, Batman. You couldn't stop yourself from adopting another blue-eyed black-haired orphan," teased Hal, grinning at Batman, completely ignoring patented Bat-glare directed at him. When glare didn't seem to work, Hal had to dodge batarangs.

"What's your name again, kid?" asked Flash, shit-eating grin on his face.

"Billy Batson, sir."

Barry wheezed, clutching his knees and bending over, dissolving into giggles. Soon, Nightwing joined him with his disturbing cackle. Batman just ignored them, rolling his eyes.

"Welcome to the family kid," spoke Bruce softly, so only Billy could hear him. This time he could no longer hold back his tears. Jumping forward, he clutched at his new dad, burying his face in his neck and let his tears fall. He needed it, and Bruce, like a good dad he was, allowed him to.