Immortal Billy - Blog Posts

The first time billy meets Vlad, he has three quarters in his pocket and half a side of mash potatoes in his stomach and is over all content with life. The old man in front of him is surrounded by well hidden luxury and opportunity. And Billy had never met anyone more pathetically sad. But that’s not Billy’s problem.

He reminds himself of that as the man stares past him as if Billy is a ghost in his unused home. He reminds himself that it isn’t his problem as he walks around the man, heads to the laundry room and uses the man’s washing machine with the same pail of soap he started with months ago. Back when he had been naive enough to think the place was abandoned.

It’s not his problem, but for the first time since him and the gang split up,…. the gods in his head stop talking. And Billy already knows he’ll be back again tomorrow.

The first time he calls the man, Vlad, Dad they knew each other for two years but didn’t really know anything about each other. Not where it mattered apparently. It’s been two years and nether of them have aged a day.

It’s been two years and Billy wants to strangle the man. Because underneath /their/ house is an entire fucking hidden laboratory.

“What the fuck Dad!?”

Clark was embarrassed to admit it but the rift between him and thier not so new anymore teammate, Captain Marvel, was probably his fault. Okay, mostly his fault. Clark couldn't help but distrust magic, as one of his weaknesses it was understandable really. Not only that but something about the Captain was just /off/. His heart beat twirled instead of bumped, he smiled all the time without end but it never quite reached his eyes. It was just too off putting.

But Clark was able to admit when he was wrong. And he was definitely able to admit when he had overreacted (unlike some people). The man had even been part of the Justice Society for crying out loud! (Which made Clark even more nervous in turn, just how old is Marvel?). Captain Marvel was a good hero. Flaky and childish sure but that wasn't the point.

The point was, while the two certainly weren’t friends he did find Captain Marvel a trustworthy hero. And as his team mate Clark had taken for granted the idea that he knew /something/ about Marvel.

But oh oh how wrong he was.

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Captain Marvel, Billy Batson Nightingale is a hero. He’s somehow eight and thirty and has been alive since the 50s. He is the Champion of Magic. With the wisdom of Solomon and all of his past lives at his disposal. And he really, really should have seen this coming. After all Dani always did say it was only a matter of time before Vlad dropped his problems onto someone else’s lap. It’s just that he always assumed it wouldnt be his.

Freddy had the audacity to laugh at his side. Wiping down the left side of the bar he smiled, happy and whole and forever thirty, “Come on Billy don’t worry. How hard can taking care of some kids be?” His foster brother had the audacity to laugh again, “Freddy do you remember . What were we like as preteens?”

The laughing stopped “Oh shit you're screwed.”