A Mad Century

[rman916]

I awakened to a man's gentle shaking of my shoulders. The surface beneath me was rough, and hard and my mouth tasted as though I'd swallowed some foul mixture of sand and raw sewage, with the smell to match. As I tuned into what the man above me is saying, my eyes were seared by the glow of a streetlamp overhead.

I groaned as he said, not unkindly, "Hey. You can't sleep there buddy".

I looked around, my head feeling as though it had been filled with cotton.

"Where am I?", I groggily asked.

"Wow", he responded, amused, "Someone had a fun night, eh? This is Villa Park, just by the Stockyards"

I continued to look at him blankly.

"So… really fun night? You're in Star City"

"….where?"

"California?"

At that, I reacted. By shooting upwards.

"The fucking WEST COAST! How the fuck…"

As I continued to spew expletives, the man, who appeared to be a cop, grew understandably concerned.

"Sir? Where do you remember being last?"

I paused, and sighed.

"Florida. I was in Florida"

I tried to stand, but somehow overshot the ground, almost leaping upwards.

And then I fell on my ass.

Into a puddle.

"Fucking great", I said, exasperated, "Just my cursed luck"

The cop, and the people around him appeared to be trying to hold back a laugh.

I wasn't so skilled, and my guffaws triggered snickers, chuckles, and general peals of laughter.

What could I say? It was funny, and I had always tried to be able to laugh just the same at myself as I would at any other.

Just then, I realized that I had a bag resting on my shoulders, one of decent make, one I had most certainly never seen before, and stood up, this time more carefully, so I could check it out.

As I shifted the bag over, I made the realization that I wasn't really any weaker than before, in truth I felt stronger than ever.

Perhaps this was simply like the clumsiness of my freshman year, simply my adjustment period to a greater amount of strength? But I hadn't done much to gain strength, so… I had no idea.

As I opened the bag, I heard a noise, almost a ping, that seemed to echo the words, 'Boom Tube Opening'.

I felt my bones stretch and compact, as colors flashed around me.

I still lacked the knowledge as to the mechanics of this "Boom Tube", and didn't that sound familiar, but I decided rather rapidly that it was not the best way to travel.

And travelling was indeed what I had done, as I was entirely uncertain as my newfound location.

There was a man in front of me, one who appeared to have the same reaction, and I reached out for help.

Even as I reached out to him, he did so to me, and I understood that I was facing a mirror.

My (new?) body appeared to be an older one, looking to be an unreasonably fit version of myself in my twenties. The only bit outside of that being my hair, which had turned a shade of silver.

"I suppose that would explain my newfound strength", I mused aloud.

Just then, I heard a ping, much like the previous, that seemed to say, 'And the foreign energy adjusting itself to your veins?'

"What energy?", I said, turning to my bag, where it seemed to be emanating from.

'That which belongs, yet does not. That which shifts what does indeed belong. I believe the local term is magic?'

I stood there, slightly faint.

"Magic, huh"

I shook it off.

"Guess it makes as much sense as anything else"

'Good to hear it'

I finally decided that I had spent enough time staring at the rutsack that had graced my
shoulders, and unzipped it, peering inside. Whatever else may be inside, and there was something, I could feel it's weight, was obscured by an envelope that informed me of it's importance with a bold "Read Me".

Never one to ignore one without cause, I obeyed.

The letter was long, but could be summed up with the information that I would be spending a decade here, and the next nine in other places like here. By which it referred to the fact that not only was I inside the universe of DC Comics (which, I had little clues), but I would be traveling to other universes I knew of.

Why? To provide entertainment. At the very least I was to be granted boons in each universe, apparently selected based upon a game that several of these beings were playing. Apparently curses could come my way as well, but since they didn't sound like a sadist, I guess they should be minor.

I also got the details of what I got this time: Something called an Eldritch Blast, Teleportation, and the best power in existence for DC, Illusion Casting. Illusions would allow me to stop villains without killing them; the Holy Grail for heroes. As for items, I got an armored costume and a Motherbox, which explained the voice. Which was great and all, but I also needed, for example, food.

That left me with limited options.

I wasn't going to become a criminal.

"Motherbox? Do you have a name?"

'Whatever designation you provide, I shall accept'

"Hmm. What about Mimir?"

'The prophet. It fits well'

Pulling out my costume, I replied, "It fits. Besides, it fits the theme"

I had pulled out a tastefully done costume in blue and black, I continued, "After all, Odin needs his prophet. I just hope we will get along better than they did. Anyway, Mimir, what does this world have on the Justice League?"

'A team of superheroes composed of Superman, Batman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Wonderwoman, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Black Canary, and Green Arrow'

I pulled on my costume.

"Alright. Can you", and I hated myself for these next words, "Boom Tube me to Superman?"

'Boom Tube Opening'

And then I was in the Boom Tube.

Again.

 

[NakedFury]

Where are the writers for villains or rogueish characters at?

Every single DC/Marvel story here or on Spacebattles is about heroes and nothing else.

 

[rman916]

Where are the writers for villains or rogueish characters at?

Every single DC/Marvel story here or on Spacebattles is about heroes and nothing else.

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Hey! He's only STARTING as a hero. Who knows where he'll go from there?
Edit: Well, I do.