Billy Batson [One-Shots]

Chaotic Boys

Billy Batson was minding his own business when suddenly he felt the familiar sensation of summoning. 

'Not again!' 

Mentally moaned Billy and allowed himself to be transported to his summoner. The nature of magic itself was chaotic, dark red with black undertones. It was Klarion, the Lord of Chaos, and his loyal familiar, Mr. Teekl. 

"Yes!" yelled Klarion in triumph. "I succeeded in summoning the most powerful magic user! Now if you don't want me to start hurting people, teach me!"

Demanded the Lord of Chaos, staring at super-powered Billy, who had a deer-in-headlights facial expression.

"...Teach you what?"

"Some awesomely-powerful spells you blithering idiot!" Yelled Klarion, losing his temper.

"Uhm... I'm still learning myself..."

"What?!" Klarion's hand ignited itself in Chaos flames as he glared at the Champion, thinking that he was deceiving him. 

"Look, why don't we talk like kids we are?" asked Billy, momentarily forgetting that he didn't look like a kid.

"Are you mocking me?" Klarion's patience was running thin if his twitching eyes, that were slowly turning red, were anything to go by.

"Not at all," promised Billy, taking a step back. "You might wanna step back a little." Warned him, Billy, taking a big gulp of air.

"SHAZAM!"

One lightning strike later, there stood Billy Batson, in his twelve-year-old glory. Tattered clothes and bruised cheek, from the punch he received earlier from the other homeless boy, who stole his sandwich.

"You are a kid!" Gasped out Klarion, staring at Billy in awe and revulsion.

"Hey, you don't look older than 14 yourself!" refuted Billy, pouting a little. 

"Mhm," sneered Klarion, turning his nose upward. "I am Lord of Chaos. I am ageless."

"Cool! I don't age either!" exclaimed Billy. He noticed that he stopped growing altogether, after receiving his powers from Shazam. 

"Huh. That's cool I suppose," Klarion tasted out the word, rolling it on his tongue. "Kidnapping you was useless then. You probably don't know much more than me." Grumbled Klarion, pacing agitatedly.

Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Teekl made his way towards Billy and was purring like a mini-tractor, enjoying the chin-scritches Billy was giving him. Klarion stopped short, staring surprised at his familiar. 

"I'm sorry, I just love felines," told him, Billy, hoping that Klarion won't be mad.

"It's okay. I don't mind. I'm simply... surprised. Mr. Teekl doesn't like people, usually..."

"Oh, I think Mr. Teekl is simply lovely, yes you are, yes, yes you are," cooed Billy, petting the cat, who preened under all the praise and attention, soaking it like a miniature, furry sponge. 

Klarion humphed, turning his head away from the cute sight. 

"Do you wanna hang out?" asked Billy, grinning up at Klarion, while absent-mindedly petting Teekl.

"Hang out?" parroted Klarion, unsure what the word implied.

"It means to be friends and spend time together to have fun," cheerfully informed him, Billy.

Klarion did look a bit lonely like he could use a friend. Just like Billy. Klarion was magical like him and he already knew his secret, so there was no harm with them being friends.

"And what would it entail?" asked Klarion, bit excited and wary. 

"Chaos!" grinned Billy, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

That day, Billy introduced the Lord of Chaos to the purest representation of Chaos - Pranks.

On a completely unrelated note, Batman had no idea why all of his clothes shrunk and turned pink. Wonder Woman's Lasso started malfunctioning, instead of compelling the truth, it made people give her honest, yet pervy complements (Klarion's idea). Flash couldn't not talk backward, while Hal Jordan had a magically unremovable tattoo on his forehead that read 'Sinestro Owns My Ass' (Again, Klarion's idea).

Klarion and Billy landed near the cotton candy machine, giggling like schoolgirls. 

"That was so much fun!" exclaimed Klarion, gone his arrogant attitude and bratty behavior. He looked happy, all thanks to Billy.

"We should totally do that again!" exclaimed Billy, looking around for their familliars.

"Where are Mr. Teekl and Mr. Tawky-Tawny?" asked Billy, worried that they'd bring them more dead things from their hunts. It was cute, in a morbid sort of way.

"Probably doing some cat stuff," shrugged Klarion uncaringly, they were big boys... cats... they could take care of themselves. "What is that?" Klarion pointed at the cotton candy machine. 

Billy looked at Klarion incredulously, at first he thought he was joking, but then his eyes grew wider when he realized Klarion never had any. Sure, he never could allow himself the luxury of having one either, but he at least tried it some time, thanks to his dad. 

Grabbing Klarion's hand, Billy dragged him to the vendor, asking for cotton candy for two. He paid for it, because he was a good boy, even if he had to go hungry today. 

"Here, one for you and one for your boyfriend," smiled the vendor kindly. Billy flushed scarlet, while Klarion had no reaction, looking disdainfully at the pink monstrosity. Billy didn't bother to correct the man and took the cotton candies, thanking him. 

"Here, give it a bite," demanded Billy, staring at Klarion and waiting for him to give it a bite.

Klarion did, give it a bite that is. It was tentative and his face was scrunched up the whole way down as if expecting something foul. His facial expression changed when the soft texture of cotton candy melted in his mouth. Klarion moaned, quite wantonly, devouring the sugary goodness with abandon. Billy was grinning the whole time, proud of his accomplishments. 

"Bye, Klar! Bye, Mr. Teekl!" enthusiastically waved Billy, sad to see them go.

Klarion approached him, his cheeks dusted with red, and gave Billy a quick hug, muttering a thank you. Billy was left pleasantly surprised, but before he could say more, Klarion disappeared in burgundy flames. 

"Total tsundere!" grumbled Mr. Tawky-Tawny, receiving a weird look from Billy.

"Did you have fun with Mr. Teekl?"

"Oh, yeah!"