At the stroke of midnight, the Bat-clock chimed.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN11Hm5IW1h
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRkbptykyWj
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…48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk7ebLhCgq1
Everyone was doing their part.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdgzo4tgn95
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:48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGpQBu2zcmg
“—What was forgotten, now be summoned; what was rejected, now be named through belief—”
Time stretched thin.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG4P3vGirW6
Space thickened like melting wax.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvzfO3pm1va
For four long hours, they were trapped in a dream that didn’t seem to end.
Until—
Zatanna suddenly looked up.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1telw8RYPo
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—48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtOqnrUuBRb
But now, it was tearing.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcmebx8D8zp
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8BBsl5JjfM
Whispers.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJbcUcQ3ygR
Not in any human language.
A figure began descending.
Not standing—floating.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRuw8DuNWdL
She was curled, as if sleeping. Like a baby being gently lowered from the heavens.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwUWEuK2wjV
Like a lost memory being retrieved.
Jason stood at the center. His eyes locked on the figure above.
And as she reached him—48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTO92Td7YDn
He raised his arms.
The moment her body touched his palms, the floating ceased.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8A2wK6B48T
Gravity returned.
He caught her instinctively.
Tight hold.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj0m0L8BbBb
As though he feared he’d drop her.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqFeYCiQ7ei
Or worse—feared this wasn’t real.
No one moved.
Batman took a step forward.
He saw her face—48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdTTGyKnMtg
That girl.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYlkLGBcE9d
That face he once knew but somehow forgot.
Nana.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXEvY3gMwLp
His adopted daughter.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6dCQoK1NPR
The one who vanished under impossible circumstances.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3YgsleXQBN
The child the world refused to remember.
Dick stared, stunned.
That was the girl who used to clip newspaper articles for him.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLxMLe8i1H6
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy6S0c24nGJ
She didn’t look like a god.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsJERJcjL68
And she definitely didn’t look like a monster.
She was just a girl.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlyXkCfKEe8
Serene. Pale. Long ink-black hair spilling down Jason’s knees like silk.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdf4cbunNle
She wore only a simple white dress—so white it looked more like blank paper.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM6aG7NXz2n
Like something yet to be named.
Her face was hidden against Jason’s chest.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLOFtyVIrBa
No one could see her expression.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0kJq9JocrX
But Jason held her tighter—48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF3DQj00utE
Then leaned his forehead gently against hers.
He closed his eyes.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX4Wr38swmc
Tears slid silently down.
His second time crying today.
The first—48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ33h42n80fr
Was when he read her note.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuHmTJWVqRI
The second—48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAVoYWhehvf
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcF600ZfWyW
Her hair fanned out like black waves across his lap.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF0xsKIYxqN
No response.
Dick cleared his throat awkwardly.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiPXdfjna2b
“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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQlgjVthxk0
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeuNxwrwZvu
His eyes were red again.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡib0cKu1H2J
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?”48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1Yi5h37z5
Dick blinked.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQirehpcDPv
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50r3JzCqp3
Your conversion? It’s her signal flare.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa19Ey7br6R
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.48Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG3IsUNBbdt
“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.