Danny ignoring the burning stares in his back as he stared down Clockwork’s double-alternate-clone-whatever, “I don’t know what or who altered the timeline, but you need to stop hurting people!” He shouts, watching Kronos’ heaving breaths and silence.
“Who are you to me, boy?” The Titan snarls, agitation bubbling visibly and Danny knows it’s anger at him, it’s definitely pain. Kronos sounded breathy, like a fit of wet mucusy coughs was about to wreak havoc. Danny steps forward, to the noticable alarm of the costumed people behind him.
“The Origin is my mentor, look, all we have to do is imprison the Timeline Interference. We need to heal you, first, your ‘plague’ may not kill you but it will kill your universe.”
A spike of fear from a single individual behind him, was one of them the imbecile that had…?
“The Origin…? Child of Mine, the Meddler is a hero, someone meant to better the Timeline, and yet-“ Danny flinched at the wet coughs that broke Kronos’ words. “And yet, the petty little mortal has done the unforgivable.”
Danny stepped further forward, no, rather, he ran forward, and Kronos out of what seemed to be instinct moved forward to meet the boy, catching the boy in his hands and lifting him. A pulse of pure power bled through the battlefield, Danny gifting energy to the Titan.
The costumed group opposing Kronos seemed wary, worried and fearful for one in particular. A woman steps up, “Kronos. Why did you ravage Earth’s lands so?” Danny oberved her from his position, a lasso on her hip and sword in her hand, she seemed… deity-born. He chose to speak for Kronos as the Titan absorbed his energy to mend the damage from the battle.
“One of you has damaged the timeline. Meddled too much, enough to wake Gramps over here. Your attacks on Kronos have also increased the instability, he is an incarnation of the multiverse’s Being of Time.”
Concern crosses the woman who stepped forward’s face, the man in the Trenchcoat looks horrified, “One of us?”
“Yes. Don’t you want to step up,” a green sticky note floated down in front of him, information on the mortals before him, “User of the Speed force?” Most of the ‘heroes’ turned on their heels to face a red-suited man with lightning accents. Danny watched the emotions in the air weave into a collective horror. Kronos seemed to be observing him, and the sticky note, but that wasn’t important.
“All you have to do is come with me, you will be returned-“
“Returned when?” Danny barked a laugh at the Trenchcoat man’s paranoia. He wasn’t wrong to question when beings of time rarely understand the gravity of decades, let alone centuries. Kronos behind him seemed to have shifted postures, into something much more hostile at the Trenchcoat man’s impudence.
“In due time, of course. You have no authority here, Laughing Magician.”
The Flash stepped forward. He looked like a man walking to the gallows. Danny patted Kronos’ arm, and hopped down as the Time God’s grip on him loosened. “Thank you for coming quietly, i wouldn’t have wanted to take the hard way.” He set a hand onto the Flash’s shoulder despite the height difference, and gently pushed him through a portal.
Danny turned to the rest of the heroes, “Do not try to harm Kronos, you will not win.” He turned and waved jauntily to the Titan who returned it with a small fond smile, and stepped through the portal.
The Titan heaved a breath, smile dropping off like the flick of a switch, “Granddaughter, watch your little mortals closer.” And so, Kronos left to fall into slumber once again, only the thoughts of his adorable and only rightful Grandson on his mind.
Silence reigned over the battlefield.
