Billy Batson [One-Shots]

Words Like Knives

Billy is hurt by Leaguers' snide comments. Klarion is there to comfort him.
Minor Billy/Klarion (It's there if you squint), with both of them being ageless avatars of magic/chaos.

"How are things on your end, Superman?" asked Batman, his voice as gruff as ever, staring bored at the Man of Steel. He wished for this meeting to end, so he could go back to patrolling Gotham. God knows he had better things to do than listen to Hal and Flash prattle about their accomplishments with their villains. Those two couldn't distinguish between report and prattle.

"Acceptable. Lex has been quiet. Not sure if that's good or bad with that man," he sighed, weary. Bruce was inclined to agree. Quiet Lex was never a good Lex. Staring at the empty seat where Marvel was supposed to be, he sighed, worrying about the kid. Bruce was the only one to know about his secret identity, so he showed leniency when it came to Billy. He has been absent for many non-mandatory meetings, which was fine, hence the name - non-mandatory. Bruce couldn't help but worry about him though, what if something happened to him?

"Where's Marvel?" asked Diana, staring at the empty seat. "I wouldn't ask, but Marvel isn't one to miss the meetings. Is everything okay with him?" she stared at Bruce. Everyone assumed that Batman knew everything and in case of Marvel's identity, it was the truth.

"I have no idea, Wonder Woman. I'm not his babysitter, nor can I keep up with the man, who can literally teleport through dimensions when he sneezes," scathingly bit back Bruce, trying to alleviate any further questionings. Diana frowned at his harsh reply, but let it go, chucking up it to Bruce being Bruce.

"I can't seem to find Klarion either," admitted Zatanna, sighing heavily. "Usually, his chaotic presence is easy to notice, but... recently I can't seem to be able to find him. "

"That's concerning, Zatanna," remarked Superman, stating the obvious. Bruce barely refrained from rolling his eyes, it would be unprofessional.

"I might be able to help," came the voice of Doctor Fate, whose appearance was sudden. "As Lord of Order, I can feel the foul taste of Klarion's magic and while it has been cloaked from me, I believe that together," he was referring to the other magic users. "we'll be able to spy on the Witch Boy and what is he up to."

"So... we are watching a magical movie?" questioned Barry, receiving glares from present magic-users. "Just asking..."

Joining their hands together they all started chanting in unison.

"¡yob hctiw eht noiralk em wohS!"

The surface of the table became transparent, soon turning into an image of Klarion, sitting at the steps in the street.

Everyone just gaped as the Witch Boy was casually eating cotton candy, apparently waiting for someone. They hushed, curiously observing him.