At the stroke of midnight, the Bat-clock chimed.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXc4s4Ca52g
Five ritual candles flickered to life before the altar, each representing an element—Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.
Tim began chanting a long, intricate incantation—seven pages of Latin interwoven with ancient words.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYZ6SNQcMAV
Damian, somehow, had been assigned to percussion duty. He banged on an unidentified object with the energy of a tortured medieval musician forced to perform. The rhythm was chaotic… yet carried a strange coherence.
The others took their positions—Dick held the mirror, Barbara monitored the energy levels, Cassandra stood by the blood-inked sigils with a clipboard…211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV5SJZQH9Ei
Everyone was doing their part.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjTcLlyzP4R
And yet, they all felt slightly out of character.
At the spell’s focal point stood Zatanna, arms raised, her voice deep as she pulled threads of energy into form:211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz5I2oZ8Nam
“—What was forgotten, now be summoned; what was rejected, now be named through belief—”
Time stretched thin.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzMWncg0JDB
Space thickened like melting wax.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3dGfuezssj
For four long hours, they were trapped in a dream that didn’t seem to end.
Until—
Zatanna suddenly looked up.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCrv5vPxVf
Her expression shifted. As if she saw something too vast to describe.
“Look up,” she whispered.
They all followed her gaze.
Above them wasn’t the sky, just the reinforced steel ceiling of the Batcave—211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP4PBrb0Kgj
But now, it was tearing.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3YYrb8Iye
Or rather… softly parting, like fabric.
An aurora-like curtain of light shimmered into view, colors swirling—silver, blue, violet, white.
And then, a sound.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7LD7v8h9Sx
Whispers.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡji2LWhZHDH
Not in any human language.
A figure began descending.
Not standing—floating.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡotLYHKGNc1
She was curled, as if sleeping. Like a baby being gently lowered from the heavens.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡobnYgw0sKP
Like a lost memory being retrieved.
Jason stood at the center. His eyes locked on the figure above.
And as she reached him—211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD6K2k9Ycjy
He raised his arms.
The moment her body touched his palms, the floating ceased.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuqbIGc0DNq
Gravity returned.
He caught her instinctively.
Tight hold.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGEyLLPM1sj
As though he feared he’d drop her.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcoewRyv70o
Or worse—feared this wasn’t real.
No one moved.
Batman took a step forward.
He saw her face—211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwcsEPta5Q
That girl.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSCBNpCqKhI
That face he once knew but somehow forgot.
Nana.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡo1W0E7mAt9
His adopted daughter.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOgzVnU6caM
The one who vanished under impossible circumstances.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF8yq4e7pTY
The child the world refused to remember.
Dick stared, stunned.
That was the girl who used to clip newspaper articles for him.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxVjX5B75bV
The one who always sat in the corner of the living room, sketching quietly.
“…How did I forget her?” he whispered.
The others, who had never met Nana before, also stood frozen.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTokxAUVdCD
She didn’t look like a god.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡssuwbkkU6G
And she definitely didn’t look like a monster.
She was just a girl.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxQZeShlOZj
Serene. Pale. Long ink-black hair spilling down Jason’s knees like silk.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf2T3YKCdIu
She wore only a simple white dress—so white it looked more like blank paper.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPzpSR1R1ul
Like something yet to be named.
Her face was hidden against Jason’s chest.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIeQsA6T45L
No one could see her expression.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1pc1K90SRr
But Jason held her tighter—211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡebjeiNoPVP
Then leaned his forehead gently against hers.
He closed his eyes.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzojFyzBpG
Tears slid silently down.
His second time crying today.
The first—211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhwcBa2zEEX
Was when he read her note.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5MQcc0T9qI
The second—211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1rE18PMhsb
Was when he finally remembered her.
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Everyone stood in silence.
Only Jason remained kneeling, his forehead pressed to hers, breathing like he hoped she could hear him.
But Nana lay motionless in his arms.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBooWSaidM3
Her hair fanned out like black waves across his lap.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡocnGAy6GzS
No response.
Dick cleared his throat awkwardly.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt0VqRLXQxS
“Um… hey, Zatanna? Why isn’t Nana waking up?”
He asked it like someone afraid of disturbing a napping child.
Zatanna raised a brow at him.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHLTatr6PXR
Her face said: Oh, right. You’re all magic newbies.
“Totally normal,” she replied. “Most deities are asleep. They don’t really have much to do, you know?”
“…But we just summoned her?” Tim interjected. “Shouldn’t this be the part where she opens her eyes, we hug, memories flood back, she glows—then—”
“—Then you wake up and it was all a dream?” Zatanna deadpanned. “Sorry, this is real life. Godly slumber can last centuries. Millennia, even. No guarantees.”
Another silence.
The Batcave’s AC system hummed rhythmically.
The only warmth came from their foreheads—and the slow-building absurdity of their collective frustration.
Dick mouthed, So what’s Jason doing now…?
Barbara whispered back, “Reuniting. Sort of. Just… one-sided.”
Tim muttered, “Feels like he’s carrying the whole emotional finale by himself.”
Damian (rearranging the weird drum): “This was a waste of time.”
Dick quietly added, “I just… don’t think this counts as a reunion.”
Zatanna, meanwhile, was pacing thoughtfully, tapping her chin like an amused theater critic.
Finally, Jason looked up.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡStWVVQJUPH
His eyes were red again.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw3j19leSLT
He stared at her—begging for a solution. For hope.
Zatanna smiled.
“…I might have an idea.”
Everyone stiffened.
“What?” Dick blurted. “Say it!”
“No guarantees,” she warned. “But you can try.”
She leaned down, her voice suddenly soft—almost eerily gentle.
“…How do you all feel… about going back to Jesus?”
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“…Excuse me?”211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyirx39KJ2Z
Dick blinked.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡawNAaofKwi
Tim nearly tripped. “I’m sorry, what?! We just finished an occult summoning, and now you want us to—go to church?!”
“Exactly.” Zatanna nodded firmly. “You all need to go to church.”
The silence was so heavy it wasn’t confusion anymore. It was pure disbelief.
“…What kind of idea is that?” Dick muttered, his eyebrows knotted.
“I’m being serious,” Zatanna turned to Jason, then gestured to the slumbering Nana. “Look at your new god. What’s her current follower count? A handful of you vigilantes, no structure, no hymnals, no offerings, no Sunday school…”
“And,” she added, her tone sharp now, “gods compete with one another. It’s a market, folks.”
Tim stared, deadpan. “Religions have… market share now?”
“Of course,” she said, counting them off with her fingers. “Every converted follower rings an alarm. And the higher your status in the world, the louder the alarm.”
Her hand stopped on Jason.
“You, Jason Todd—former Robin, vigilante, resurrected soul—you are the ideal high priest candidate.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8c6FnzKVFF
Your conversion? It’s her signal flare.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTiOo1x4u41
Everything you do will force her to awaken.”
Everyone turned to Jason.
Still kneeling. Still holding her.
And for a second—just a second—there was a flicker of something divine in Nana’s still form, like she heard from the depths.
Dick, however, couldn’t help but mutter, “…So now we have to chase Jesus? Come on. What is he—a brick? Just grab and place wherever needed?”
Zatanna shrugged.211Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH7RebKFXGl
“Think of it as… strategic heresy. You’re borrowing divine Wi-Fi to ping a new server.”
Tim: “…Is this a spiritual DDOS attack?”
Damian: “We’re turning into full-on cultists.”
Barbara, flipping through her laptop ritual logs: “We’ve always been cult-adjacent. Look at those candle placements—just the deviation from true center could give mild-mannered believers a heart attack.”
Batman remained standing in silence.
But he didn’t stop them.
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and then Add to home screen.