I open my eyes. The architectures in front of me still decidedly unfamiliar. It is a mystery how I appear here-
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Prologue
Dust Bloom Lotus
I wandered, I watched, I judged
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I open my eyes. The architectures in front of me still decidedly unfamiliar. It is a mystery how I appear here while walking to my classes. I ponder for awhile more and in the end, make a weak shrug. Since I can't think of why, let's find out later. I survey the place I find myself in. It seems to be a city. A depressing city. That can be easily seems from the look of pedestrians who are always seem to be walking on tightrope. As if, at some turn, something will jump at them. Lovely.
Shrugging at things I can't control anyway, I walk toward a nearest reflective surface. The girl in the mirror is a familiar yet unfamiliar face. A cute if average face, pale yet healthy complexion. However, the eyes though, there is no eyeballs where it should be. Instead, swirling storms of intense violet energy fill the entire eyes, blazing, raging.
"Hmm, this is unexpected. To think I would be in this prototype's body," I touch my face. Soft.
"If that's the case, Glasses," a sunglass appears on my face.
"Now, this is convenient," I smile. I would be worried a little before, now, though, I am quite confident.
"Now, where am I? Where am I?" I look around for clue. From the look of it, I am in an American city, of course. Architecture style gives nothing much except gloomy and dramatic. Well, I know I could ask someone, but, for the life of me, I am too nervous to approach a stranger like that. Curse you my introverted tendencies.
After a dramatic moment, I resume my search for the clues. There isn't much. Gothic architectures, depressed people, a menacing insane clown with toxic green hair laughing at a bunch of frightened people...and there it is. I sigh. At least, I am on an interesting world. That's a lot more that I can say. I would be so bored if I were to slip into a slice of life, like Watamote. I think I would just add magical 'The Gamer style' just to make it more interesting.
Anyhow, I need to stop this insane clown...or do I need to? I mean, I would feel pretty bad if I let all those innocent people hurt especially if I can save them. On the other hand...if I intervene thoughtlessly, I would miss Batman on action. It's, Batman, you know...I shake my head, how could I think of it like that? Just half-an-hour in here and the power has already got to my head. I mean, if I were in that group of people, faced with insane clown of Gotham, I would want someone to save me, too, as soon as possible.
"Okay, let me just get behind him quietly," I look unimpressed at the back of the clown's mossy toxic green hair.
"Hello, there," I say as pleasantly as I can.
"Well, well, look at it! A guest? Don't you know it's rude to come in without knocking," the clown says with his, admittedly, charismatic voice.
"Call me your Image Consultant because you look ridiculous," I say and something of an action start to form in my mind.
"Now, Hold still," at that moment, everything suddenly stops. The bullets flying towards me from his minions, Joker's raised hand as he angle his cane towards my head, the stilling of glass shards as Batman and his sidekick of the week, which seems to be Robin, well, there are a lot of them so that is a moot point, jumps down from the glass ceiling. I simply extend my hand and about to touch Joker's face but I shudder in disgust at the act.
"Glove," a pair of simple black silk gloves extending to elbow appear on my hand. Only then, I touch Joker's face.
"You look ridiculous. Let me fix that," I say and start to pull. Shining fog of swirling colours come out of his head and grasp firmly in my hand as I continue to pull. After about 5 minutes, I stared at the ball of swirling colours. A Fistful of Delirium. I use both hands and start to compress it. When it is the size of a penny and more liquid than gas, I put it in a pocket of my pant. That would come into use one day I am sure.
"Clean the scene up," the bullets and glass shards heading towards me disappear.
"And action," the players start to move again.
There is 'hopefully former' Joker who starts stumbling in confusion, Batman who swiftly lands and plants a punch to his face, and then, Robin who makes a quick work of the goons. Batman looks at his gauntlets silently, I believe, in confusion. White blooms on the knuckles.
"Ugh," Joker groans as palish white stuffs slid down from his body, revealing the healthy skin-tone underneath. Batman looks at him and turns towards me.
"What did you do?!" He growls.
"I pulled his insanity out," I answer, showing the droplet of Delirium and then, pocket it, again.
Batman ties Joker up as he focuses on me unwaveringly.
"State your name and purpose," he demands.
"Ah, time for an introduction then," I says as my clothes turn into a suit and a long grey coat. I then grab a black stylish fedora, I can see Batman's hands clenching a little, and then bow a little with a hand to the back, in a flair of showmanship, "Greetings, I am Narrator and as for my purpose, of course, it's for entertainment. It's a pleasure," I finish that with a menacing enough smile, shark-like teeth, with Cheshire smile.
"I would like you to come with us to debrief on full extent of what you did," Batman says coolly. He words it like a request but it sure sounds like a demand to me.
"Sure, why not?" I shrug. There isn't much for me to do anyway and I have to ascertain which DC universe I find myself in. It would be quite fun if it is Injustice verse though.
"Come with me," he turns around and leaves. I shrugs and follow.
It was...awkward. Through a random alleyway and stepping into some phone booth, we arrive at a base. It isn't much to look, some doors and rooms.
"This is a restricted section of Hall of Justice. We will debrief here," the tall, dark and intimidating says.
"Aww~ No Watchtower? I am disappointed," I comments with a smirk. Predictably, Batman stops and looks back, visibly frowning.
"The Watchtower is a confidential information. How did you know?" Batman asks in a tense voice.
'So, there is a Watchtower, here. That's helpful,' I muse.
"Well, I know a lot of things, people, places," with a lopsided grin, I declare.
"And you won't divulge how you know them?" He asks.
"Nope," a cheery answer is all he got.
"A word of advice though, don't let J'onn J'onzz fish around my head for information. He will regret it," I says.
"...Is that a threat?"
"No, just a honest warning," I grin.
"Very well," Batman acquiesces.
Knowing the man, that is a ruse. Regardless, I have extended the courtesy, if he decides to spit on it, his loss. He leads me to a room, it's a generic interrogation room. Some chairs, and a deck. The chairs are oddly comfortable, though. One has to wonder what goes through their heads when furnishing this room.
"What did you do to Joker?" Batman asks.
"I already told you. I pulled out his insanity," I nonchalantly shrugs.
"Elaborate," he demands. I glance at the mirror. It seems that we have some guests. From the look of it, Wonder Woman and Superman.
"Well, I don't know what I can tell you aside from that. I pulled out the concept of insanity from his head. Leaving him, relatively sane. How that corresponds to his make-up dispelling? Only, The Presence would know," I shrug again and take out the drop of Delirium from my pant again.
"And that insanity is this?" Batman addresses the drop.
"Yes, be mindful not to touch that unless you want to end up like Joker though. This thing is from deep within Delirium's. I don't know how that ended up here though...But according to how she operates, it may as well be random," I reply.
"...I see," Batman says but he isn't fooling anyone, he doesn't see. Thankfully, he heeds the warning and doesn't make a grab for it.
After a few back and forth regarding basic info,
"What is your name?"
"Narrator...no, just because you glare really hard, some Truth wouldn't suddenly come out. You aren't Wonder Woman!"
"How old are you?"
"That depends..."
*Glare*
*Nervous smile*
He leaves. Leaving me alone in the room. Really feeling League certified hospitality here, Bat. The door opens again and this time, Wonder Woman walks in.
"Hello," she smiles.
"Salutation"
"I hear what you did to Joker," She starts
"He has that coming long-long time ago," I comment.
"That would be true but doing things like this...we take seriously about altering someone's self, Identity like that. I am sure you can understand," she says in a soothing tone. There is no judgement in there. I will have to disappoint her though.
"I know and I don't care," I say, every bit serious, "I have to do something and that's the only about thing I can think of. The only reason I didn't kill him outright is because that was the only way I know several contingencies plans wouldn't trigger. I refuse. To even consider that monster living free when there is a very possible chance it can harm even more people," I say with determination and a hint of iron in tone. Letting her know that I won't back down on this matter.
"I have always told Batman he has always been too soft in dealing with him. I and Superman even offered to deal with him but he rejects every time. I guess now he can't complain anymore," Diana agrees, her tone still warm.
"Oh. Yes, that's cool that we are still on the same page," I answer.
"So, what do you want to know?"
"We want to know your goal. What are you going to do now," Diana asks.
"Well, as of now? Not much really. I plan to stick around a bit. See the scenes," I shrug.
"I see. If you don't mind, can you leave your contact information?"
"Sure. Just look at any picture of me and say my name. I will know".
"Thank you".
"All rights, if that's all. I have places to visit. Narrator out," I show a peace sign and vanish.
I reappear back in a dingy alleyway, in New York, and collapse, "something" a rug greet me on the ground. I sit down and shake my head in an admonishing manner.
"Stupid. Stupid. Why did I act like that?! That was so cringe!" I half-shout. My face feels warm in embarrassment. Ugh, I hate my tendency to act exaggerated and weird when anxious. A muffled half-shout comes through my palms.
"Calm down, me. It's okay. I can fix this. Just avoid them in general and act indifferent if you do meet them. Perhaps they will think I am another person? Yes, I can do this," hyping myself up, I stand and look around. Time to find out where I get myself to.
Well, I have a good news for myself. I am not in Gotham. So, I am away from every watching eyes of Bats or is that owls? Not important. Instead, I am in New York City. Which as far as I am concerned, good. New York has a reputation. Not all good. But not all bad either. As a fan of weirdness, wackiness and general insanity, I am quite taken with stories of the New York Subway. I hope it is as wacky as they say. It would be disappointing if there are just some normal boring people and no barbecuing on train, dances, costumes and occasional silliness. Some harmless funs are best way to uplift your day after all. Fun.
Shrugging at things I can't control anyway, I walk toward a nearest reflective surface. The girl in the mirror is a familiar yet unfamiliar face. A cute if average face, pale yet healthy complexion. However, the eyes though, there is no eyeballs where it should be. Instead, swirling storms of intense violet energy fill the entire eyes, blazing, raging.
"Hmm, this is unexpected. To think I would be in this prototype's body," I touch my face. Soft.
"If that's the case, Glasses," a sunglass appears on my face.
"Now, this is convenient," I smile. I would be worried a little before, now, though, I am quite confident.
"Now, where am I? Where am I?" I look around for clue. From the look of it, I am in an American city, of course. Architecture style gives nothing much except gloomy and dramatic. Well, I know I could ask someone, but, for the life of me, I am too nervous to approach a stranger like that. Curse you my introverted tendencies.
After a dramatic moment, I resume my search for the clues. There isn't much. Gothic architectures, depressed people, a menacing insane clown with toxic green hair laughing at a bunch of frightened people...and there it is. I sigh. At least, I am on an interesting world. That's a lot more that I can say. I would be so bored if I were to slip into a slice of life, like Watamote. I think I would just add magical 'The Gamer style' just to make it more interesting.
Anyhow, I need to stop this insane clown...or do I need to? I mean, I would feel pretty bad if I let all those innocent people hurt especially if I can save them. On the other hand...if I intervene thoughtlessly, I would miss Batman on action. It's, Batman, you know...I shake my head, how could I think of it like that? Just half-an-hour in here and the power has already got to my head. I mean, if I were in that group of people, faced with insane clown of Gotham, I would want someone to save me, too, as soon as possible.
"Okay, let me just get behind him quietly," I look unimpressed at the back of the clown's mossy toxic green hair.
"Hello, there," I say as pleasantly as I can.
"Well, well, look at it! A guest? Don't you know it's rude to come in without knocking," the clown says with his, admittedly, charismatic voice.
"Call me your Image Consultant because you look ridiculous," I say and something of an action start to form in my mind.
"Now, Hold still," at that moment, everything suddenly stops. The bullets flying towards me from his minions, Joker's raised hand as he angle his cane towards my head, the stilling of glass shards as Batman and his sidekick of the week, which seems to be Robin, well, there are a lot of them so that is a moot point, jumps down from the glass ceiling. I simply extend my hand and about to touch Joker's face but I shudder in disgust at the act.
"Glove," a pair of simple black silk gloves extending to elbow appear on my hand. Only then, I touch Joker's face.
"You look ridiculous. Let me fix that," I say and start to pull. Shining fog of swirling colours come out of his head and grasp firmly in my hand as I continue to pull. After about 5 minutes, I stared at the ball of swirling colours. A Fistful of Delirium. I use both hands and start to compress it. When it is the size of a penny and more liquid than gas, I put it in a pocket of my pant. That would come into use one day I am sure.
"Clean the scene up," the bullets and glass shards heading towards me disappear.
"And action," the players start to move again.
There is 'hopefully former' Joker who starts stumbling in confusion, Batman who swiftly lands and plants a punch to his face, and then, Robin who makes a quick work of the goons. Batman looks at his gauntlets silently, I believe, in confusion. White blooms on the knuckles.
"Ugh," Joker groans as palish white stuffs slid down from his body, revealing the healthy skin-tone underneath. Batman looks at him and turns towards me.
"What did you do?!" He growls.
"I pulled his insanity out," I answer, showing the droplet of Delirium and then, pocket it, again.
Batman ties Joker up as he focuses on me unwaveringly.
"State your name and purpose," he demands.
"Ah, time for an introduction then," I says as my clothes turn into a suit and a long grey coat. I then grab a black stylish fedora, I can see Batman's hands clenching a little, and then bow a little with a hand to the back, in a flair of showmanship, "Greetings, I am Narrator and as for my purpose, of course, it's for entertainment. It's a pleasure," I finish that with a menacing enough smile, shark-like teeth, with Cheshire smile.
"I would like you to come with us to debrief on full extent of what you did," Batman says coolly. He words it like a request but it sure sounds like a demand to me.
"Sure, why not?" I shrug. There isn't much for me to do anyway and I have to ascertain which DC universe I find myself in. It would be quite fun if it is Injustice verse though.
"Come with me," he turns around and leaves. I shrugs and follow.
It was...awkward. Through a random alleyway and stepping into some phone booth, we arrive at a base. It isn't much to look, some doors and rooms.
"This is a restricted section of Hall of Justice. We will debrief here," the tall, dark and intimidating says.
"Aww~ No Watchtower? I am disappointed," I comments with a smirk. Predictably, Batman stops and looks back, visibly frowning.
"The Watchtower is a confidential information. How did you know?" Batman asks in a tense voice.
'So, there is a Watchtower, here. That's helpful,' I muse.
"Well, I know a lot of things, people, places," with a lopsided grin, I declare.
"And you won't divulge how you know them?" He asks.
"Nope," a cheery answer is all he got.
"A word of advice though, don't let J'onn J'onzz fish around my head for information. He will regret it," I says.
"...Is that a threat?"
"No, just a honest warning," I grin.
"Very well," Batman acquiesces.
Knowing the man, that is a ruse. Regardless, I have extended the courtesy, if he decides to spit on it, his loss. He leads me to a room, it's a generic interrogation room. Some chairs, and a deck. The chairs are oddly comfortable, though. One has to wonder what goes through their heads when furnishing this room.
"What did you do to Joker?" Batman asks.
"I already told you. I pulled out his insanity," I nonchalantly shrugs.
"Elaborate," he demands. I glance at the mirror. It seems that we have some guests. From the look of it, Wonder Woman and Superman.
"Well, I don't know what I can tell you aside from that. I pulled out the concept of insanity from his head. Leaving him, relatively sane. How that corresponds to his make-up dispelling? Only, The Presence would know," I shrug again and take out the drop of Delirium from my pant again.
"And that insanity is this?" Batman addresses the drop.
"Yes, be mindful not to touch that unless you want to end up like Joker though. This thing is from deep within Delirium's. I don't know how that ended up here though...But according to how she operates, it may as well be random," I reply.
"...I see," Batman says but he isn't fooling anyone, he doesn't see. Thankfully, he heeds the warning and doesn't make a grab for it.
After a few back and forth regarding basic info,
"What is your name?"
"Narrator...no, just because you glare really hard, some Truth wouldn't suddenly come out. You aren't Wonder Woman!"
"How old are you?"
"That depends..."
*Glare*
*Nervous smile*
He leaves. Leaving me alone in the room. Really feeling League certified hospitality here, Bat. The door opens again and this time, Wonder Woman walks in.
"Hello," she smiles.
"Salutation"
"I hear what you did to Joker," She starts
"He has that coming long-long time ago," I comment.
"That would be true but doing things like this...we take seriously about altering someone's self, Identity like that. I am sure you can understand," she says in a soothing tone. There is no judgement in there. I will have to disappoint her though.
"I know and I don't care," I say, every bit serious, "I have to do something and that's the only about thing I can think of. The only reason I didn't kill him outright is because that was the only way I know several contingencies plans wouldn't trigger. I refuse. To even consider that monster living free when there is a very possible chance it can harm even more people," I say with determination and a hint of iron in tone. Letting her know that I won't back down on this matter.
"I have always told Batman he has always been too soft in dealing with him. I and Superman even offered to deal with him but he rejects every time. I guess now he can't complain anymore," Diana agrees, her tone still warm.
"Oh. Yes, that's cool that we are still on the same page," I answer.
"So, what do you want to know?"
"We want to know your goal. What are you going to do now," Diana asks.
"Well, as of now? Not much really. I plan to stick around a bit. See the scenes," I shrug.
"I see. If you don't mind, can you leave your contact information?"
"Sure. Just look at any picture of me and say my name. I will know".
"Thank you".
"All rights, if that's all. I have places to visit. Narrator out," I show a peace sign and vanish.
I reappear back in a dingy alleyway, in New York, and collapse, "something" a rug greet me on the ground. I sit down and shake my head in an admonishing manner.
"Stupid. Stupid. Why did I act like that?! That was so cringe!" I half-shout. My face feels warm in embarrassment. Ugh, I hate my tendency to act exaggerated and weird when anxious. A muffled half-shout comes through my palms.
"Calm down, me. It's okay. I can fix this. Just avoid them in general and act indifferent if you do meet them. Perhaps they will think I am another person? Yes, I can do this," hyping myself up, I stand and look around. Time to find out where I get myself to.
Well, I have a good news for myself. I am not in Gotham. So, I am away from every watching eyes of Bats or is that owls? Not important. Instead, I am in New York City. Which as far as I am concerned, good. New York has a reputation. Not all good. But not all bad either. As a fan of weirdness, wackiness and general insanity, I am quite taken with stories of the New York Subway. I hope it is as wacky as they say. It would be disappointing if there are just some normal boring people and no barbecuing on train, dances, costumes and occasional silliness. Some harmless funs are best way to uplift your day after all. Fun.
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Chapter 1
Dust Bloom Lotus
I wandered, I watched, I judged
- Pronouns
- She/Her
It is just pure coincidence that I meet again with Justice League so soon. I am just taking a stroll in quaint little place called Litchfield County when my attention is grabbed by sounds of battle. Very loud sounds of battle. With explosions, sonic bombs and the likes. Such excitements. Of course, I would have to go and witness. I just don't expect to see a menace android fighting with some of the strongest members of Justice League.
"Score," I mutter lightly.
"Hello, there, you guys seems to be in quite a pickle," I chuckle.
"Narrator! Please stay back this robot can-"
"Copy your powers," I interrupt Superman.
"You already knew?" He says, confused for a bit quickly regaining control, "then, you must know why you shouldn't approach him".
"That may be true if it's any other, but for me it is as simple as saying, it's time to take a nap, you Lex-brand Pinocchio," as soon as those words come out of my lips, the rampaging android immediately crashes while using Super Speed, immensely damaging the surrounding. I frowns at the broken ground and destroyed trees surrounding the battlefield.
"What a mess, this should fix it," I say and the surrounding reverts back to the original beautiful state. I smiles in satisfaction.
Justice League looks at each other and cracked android for a bit and then, Superman comes forward and says, "Thank you for your help, Narrator. If possible, can you please come with us? We would like to know more about you".
They want to know more about me, which is logical. If I am going to keep interfering, they would want to know more about my capabilities, limitations and weaknesses so that they know what to expect. Of course, I am not someone that would acquiesce to something like that. What I want to keep secret, would remain secret. No matter what.
So, I just reply, "None can do, adieu," I flippantly say that and disappear.
"Again?" Flash says and the surrounding Justice League members just sigh. Teenagers.
I reappears somewhere in the middle of Gotham. Near Gotham river. I shake my head. Even though I don't want to meet with them again, so soon at that, my lust for drama lure me in, once again. Shaking my head in exasperation at myself, I walk toward Gotham river. I have been a bit curious about this river for a while. I look into it and a sense eeriness radiating strongly from it. It is a wonder Gotham is still willing to use this water, mostly. Now, where to...my eyes fall on an unremarkable alleyway fills with, well, homeless people. It's a sorry state of affairs. Or a state of sorry affairs? Well, at least they are healthy and are seem to be perfectly capable of punching whoever tries to mess with them. Courtesy of Wayne's, I am sure.
Rather, what draw me to this otherwise unremarkable alleyway is a presence. A child in pink hair with a powerful potential to be exact. Well, the hair is a bit dirty, but yes. I walk into the alleyway under the wary gazes of those inside.
"Look at me child," I say.
The pink-haired girl looks up and I can see her face more clearly. Yes, this is Jinx. One of my favourite characters in D.C. I like her for her general chaos and the potential for chaos she can bring. I grin. My smile stretching to ears. The girl flinches. Maybe at my smile.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing?!" a sizable group of homeless people starts to shuffle towards me.
"Just here to confirm something. No need to be worry," I reply, and then pause and add, "Hmm, sorry for startling you. Here, please accept this as an apology".
At my words, all of their injuries recovered and their illness cured. When they are still confused, I look at Jinx once again.
"What is your name?" I ask.
She seems indecisive, seemingly warring with herself on whether to not answer my question. In the end, her curiosity wins out it seems.
"I am...Beat- Trixie. Call me Trixie," she answers, she then asks, "who are you?"
"You can call me Narrator. Farewell, child. I will be watching you," at that, a mark in the shape of swirling purple vortex appear on her hand, "if you ever need me, just calls me out when focusing on this mark. But remember, calling me to help out of your own will, will have consequences".
I disappear once again. This time, I appear in Gotham city, again. On the roof of an apartment building. Could be worse, I suppose. I go over to the edge and look down. Disappointingly, there is no murder scene.
"Heya there," a voice suddenly sounds behind me, startling me to jump. I look at the source of the voice with a glare and as expected, a Robin is there. From my knowledge of Young Justice, this must be Dick Grayson.
"Didn't Batman teach you that's rude?" I snap at him.
"No? I learn this from him," is the answer I get. I sigh. For the greatest detective in the world, allegedly, he is quite an irresponsible parent.
"Well, that is rude," I comment with a displeased frown. Robin puts on a sheepish smile and raises his hands in a defeated manner.
"Okay, okay," he says, "so, what are you doing here? The Joke Slayer?"
"First off, that's an awful nickname, secondly, people are actually calling me that?" I asks in confusion.
Robin shrugs, "there are a lot of names for you. They don't seem to be able to choose which one fits you best. So, if you are thinking of spreading your name, now would be a good time before the public gives you an unflattering one".
That could be a problem, "noted," I nod to him.
"So, what are you doing here, Boy Wonder?" I ask, puzzling slightly at him locating me this fast.
"I was tracking a Venom ring. Ever since Bane disappears there are more and more of offshoot venoms. Offer more power with even more side effects," Robin answers.
Of course, I know what he was talking about.
"So, do you wanna team up?" This is a tentative invite. Despite his mask, I can see wariness deep inside his eyes. Regardless, I already know my answer.
"No, not really. I wouldn't want to deprived you of your fun," I shake my head lightly.
"Ohhhh, confident much?" Robin says with a grin.
I smile, "If I want to I can stop every crime," my smile turns menacing, "all of it".
"That's quite the claim," he gulps, "more fun for me then," he says and jumps off the roof.
I look at him beating up some random mob, interrogating them. I look on for a bit before going to find where the exit is. Strangely enough, that roof can only be accessed by the emergency ladder. Gotham is still the same old dreary city. However, most would argue that is only the surface after the Batman. The chance of being mugged at night is now lower to 64 percent for one. And some would argue Villains are a step-up above old crime families of the previous era. However, that's a topic with its own controversy. There are fates worse than death after all.
*Clang*
I pause, hearing something dropping and skittering away In a nearby alley. Consider that this is Gotham, it could be anything from muggers to a demon from hell. Curious, I move closer only to be greeted with a scene of a mummified half-death human, I think. I go nearer and look carefully at the th-woman. There is a two circular holes like being stabbed by snake fangs at her neck. Vampires. Attacking a woman in a random alleyway? How clichés. You would think they have all wisen up with how widespread blood donations become. However, knowing it's DC, there may be some condition like living human or something. Magic is random like that.
As I am about to follow this vampire's trail, I realise I forget something.
"Heal," a whisper, the woman instantly restored back to her healthy appearance. Some hidden diseases may even be cured. However, it seems she is still in shock and unresponsive.
"Go to somewhere safe," the woman disappears. Presumably in somewhere safe.
Meanwhile, in a free clinic, there is a brief chaos as a woman appear out thin air.
Satisfied, I refocus on the task in front of me, "show me the trail".
Luminescent purple arrows that only I can see appear in darken alleyway, navigating the path as if snakes.
I quickly follow them as they twist their way into a large underground area.
"Well, this is new. I didn't know Gotham city has a basement," I comment as I walk through large caverns, ruined buildings and symbols of owls.
The navigation snakes lead me to an abandoned building. From outside, it seems to be a store. I cautiously approach her to not alarm the creature inside. I quickly open the door and go in.
I waves my hand in front of me urgently, "Ugh, flowers," the foul smell instantly transform into sweet smells of flowers.
Relieved from painful smell, I continue forward. The lair of a vampire is not as expected. Instead of traditional coffin, candles and other various pieces of paintings or the likes, it is messy, foul smelling and fills with corpses. I furrow my brows as I take in the sight. There are a lot of corpses here. It seems this vampire is a young one, or I am just mistaken and this is not a vampire at all. There, at the end of the room, lays the vampire. A small man, wearing clothes which might have been designer clothes once upon a time, now, it is now all ragged.
The man wakes up from the noises I make. He immediately jumps and snarls at me, his eyes are red-shades of lunacy, his teeth are sharpened and two prominent fangs much like blood-sucking bats. And smelling really foul. In my eyes though, his entire body is enveloped by a sticky, disgusting energy, as if made up of all things decayed and rotted. A thin string of energy extends from him towards some place underground.
"Grrrr!" With a roar lacking any intelligence, he leaps at me.
"Stay," the lunging body stops in mid-air, in the middle of a lunge.
"Grr, rrr," he makes some sounds from his throat, confuses and trying to break free to no avail.
I touch the energy and instantly retract my hands. This is so disgusting. I shake my fingers.
"Purify," the sticky feeling is gone, but that is not really enough for my comfort yet, "Purify, Cleanse, Exocrise, Repel, Sanitise, Decontaminate," only after a series of cleansings that I manage myself to calm down. Whatever the origin of this energy is, it's nothing good. That is for sure.
"Ugh, how disgusting," I eye the thing in front of me that is possessing this man, "REPEL". In my brief irritation, the word comes out of my mouth in force, as if a tsunami, slamming into the vampire wannabe with a great force. It tears apart the energy as if nothing, leaving no traces as it passes through.
The possessed creature transform back into a short, thin, black man. Fainting. If not for the fact that his chest is moving up and down slightly with each breath, I would have thought he has died.
"Bottled Water," a transparent bottle appear on my hand, "This water is Panacea," the water shines slightly.
"Drink," I slightly tip the bottle to his mouth and he opens his mouth and drink all of the water. Not a single drop left. He begins to recover visibly. However, even a Panacea may takes a while to work its magic on him as the damages are extensive. Both his soul and body are covered in that disgusting substance. Decayed, rotten, thing, composed of everything negative.
I stand up and narrow my eyes as the area around me darken and become chilling. There are sounds of skittering and scuffling from the shadows. Something, white, tall, and slender brushes past the periphery of my vision.
"Who dare disturb my plan!?" the shadows morph into a creature. Pale, white skin that resemembles a corpse. Cloak with long ears much like a bat, Sharp, knife-like fingers, with his appearance brings a terrible pressure upon this world.
"Well, I was expecting a lot of things. From evil gods to some tricksters who thought they are funny, didn't expect a Batman fanboy though. Really, tell me about what I know," I shake my head.
"Impudent! I am Barbatos!" a terrible energy tears out from the darkness to me.
"Look who is more impudent, creature! You are not welcome here! Leave! This light is not for you!"
"NOOOO! THIS ISN'T POSSIBL-!" with a dramatic scream, the Bat God disappears into the shadows below.
"Now, this matter has turned officially more troublesome. I thought the passages are closed," I mutter looking at the space that is now filled with destructive energies.
"Score," I mutter lightly.
"Hello, there, you guys seems to be in quite a pickle," I chuckle.
"Narrator! Please stay back this robot can-"
"Copy your powers," I interrupt Superman.
"You already knew?" He says, confused for a bit quickly regaining control, "then, you must know why you shouldn't approach him".
"That may be true if it's any other, but for me it is as simple as saying, it's time to take a nap, you Lex-brand Pinocchio," as soon as those words come out of my lips, the rampaging android immediately crashes while using Super Speed, immensely damaging the surrounding. I frowns at the broken ground and destroyed trees surrounding the battlefield.
"What a mess, this should fix it," I say and the surrounding reverts back to the original beautiful state. I smiles in satisfaction.
Justice League looks at each other and cracked android for a bit and then, Superman comes forward and says, "Thank you for your help, Narrator. If possible, can you please come with us? We would like to know more about you".
They want to know more about me, which is logical. If I am going to keep interfering, they would want to know more about my capabilities, limitations and weaknesses so that they know what to expect. Of course, I am not someone that would acquiesce to something like that. What I want to keep secret, would remain secret. No matter what.
So, I just reply, "None can do, adieu," I flippantly say that and disappear.
"Again?" Flash says and the surrounding Justice League members just sigh. Teenagers.
I reappears somewhere in the middle of Gotham. Near Gotham river. I shake my head. Even though I don't want to meet with them again, so soon at that, my lust for drama lure me in, once again. Shaking my head in exasperation at myself, I walk toward Gotham river. I have been a bit curious about this river for a while. I look into it and a sense eeriness radiating strongly from it. It is a wonder Gotham is still willing to use this water, mostly. Now, where to...my eyes fall on an unremarkable alleyway fills with, well, homeless people. It's a sorry state of affairs. Or a state of sorry affairs? Well, at least they are healthy and are seem to be perfectly capable of punching whoever tries to mess with them. Courtesy of Wayne's, I am sure.
Rather, what draw me to this otherwise unremarkable alleyway is a presence. A child in pink hair with a powerful potential to be exact. Well, the hair is a bit dirty, but yes. I walk into the alleyway under the wary gazes of those inside.
"Look at me child," I say.
The pink-haired girl looks up and I can see her face more clearly. Yes, this is Jinx. One of my favourite characters in D.C. I like her for her general chaos and the potential for chaos she can bring. I grin. My smile stretching to ears. The girl flinches. Maybe at my smile.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing?!" a sizable group of homeless people starts to shuffle towards me.
"Just here to confirm something. No need to be worry," I reply, and then pause and add, "Hmm, sorry for startling you. Here, please accept this as an apology".
At my words, all of their injuries recovered and their illness cured. When they are still confused, I look at Jinx once again.
"What is your name?" I ask.
She seems indecisive, seemingly warring with herself on whether to not answer my question. In the end, her curiosity wins out it seems.
"I am...Beat- Trixie. Call me Trixie," she answers, she then asks, "who are you?"
"You can call me Narrator. Farewell, child. I will be watching you," at that, a mark in the shape of swirling purple vortex appear on her hand, "if you ever need me, just calls me out when focusing on this mark. But remember, calling me to help out of your own will, will have consequences".
I disappear once again. This time, I appear in Gotham city, again. On the roof of an apartment building. Could be worse, I suppose. I go over to the edge and look down. Disappointingly, there is no murder scene.
"Heya there," a voice suddenly sounds behind me, startling me to jump. I look at the source of the voice with a glare and as expected, a Robin is there. From my knowledge of Young Justice, this must be Dick Grayson.
"Didn't Batman teach you that's rude?" I snap at him.
"No? I learn this from him," is the answer I get. I sigh. For the greatest detective in the world, allegedly, he is quite an irresponsible parent.
"Well, that is rude," I comment with a displeased frown. Robin puts on a sheepish smile and raises his hands in a defeated manner.
"Okay, okay," he says, "so, what are you doing here? The Joke Slayer?"
"First off, that's an awful nickname, secondly, people are actually calling me that?" I asks in confusion.
Robin shrugs, "there are a lot of names for you. They don't seem to be able to choose which one fits you best. So, if you are thinking of spreading your name, now would be a good time before the public gives you an unflattering one".
That could be a problem, "noted," I nod to him.
"So, what are you doing here, Boy Wonder?" I ask, puzzling slightly at him locating me this fast.
"I was tracking a Venom ring. Ever since Bane disappears there are more and more of offshoot venoms. Offer more power with even more side effects," Robin answers.
Of course, I know what he was talking about.
"So, do you wanna team up?" This is a tentative invite. Despite his mask, I can see wariness deep inside his eyes. Regardless, I already know my answer.
"No, not really. I wouldn't want to deprived you of your fun," I shake my head lightly.
"Ohhhh, confident much?" Robin says with a grin.
I smile, "If I want to I can stop every crime," my smile turns menacing, "all of it".
"That's quite the claim," he gulps, "more fun for me then," he says and jumps off the roof.
I look at him beating up some random mob, interrogating them. I look on for a bit before going to find where the exit is. Strangely enough, that roof can only be accessed by the emergency ladder. Gotham is still the same old dreary city. However, most would argue that is only the surface after the Batman. The chance of being mugged at night is now lower to 64 percent for one. And some would argue Villains are a step-up above old crime families of the previous era. However, that's a topic with its own controversy. There are fates worse than death after all.
*Clang*
I pause, hearing something dropping and skittering away In a nearby alley. Consider that this is Gotham, it could be anything from muggers to a demon from hell. Curious, I move closer only to be greeted with a scene of a mummified half-death human, I think. I go nearer and look carefully at the th-woman. There is a two circular holes like being stabbed by snake fangs at her neck. Vampires. Attacking a woman in a random alleyway? How clichés. You would think they have all wisen up with how widespread blood donations become. However, knowing it's DC, there may be some condition like living human or something. Magic is random like that.
As I am about to follow this vampire's trail, I realise I forget something.
"Heal," a whisper, the woman instantly restored back to her healthy appearance. Some hidden diseases may even be cured. However, it seems she is still in shock and unresponsive.
"Go to somewhere safe," the woman disappears. Presumably in somewhere safe.
Meanwhile, in a free clinic, there is a brief chaos as a woman appear out thin air.
Satisfied, I refocus on the task in front of me, "show me the trail".
Luminescent purple arrows that only I can see appear in darken alleyway, navigating the path as if snakes.
I quickly follow them as they twist their way into a large underground area.
"Well, this is new. I didn't know Gotham city has a basement," I comment as I walk through large caverns, ruined buildings and symbols of owls.
The navigation snakes lead me to an abandoned building. From outside, it seems to be a store. I cautiously approach her to not alarm the creature inside. I quickly open the door and go in.
I waves my hand in front of me urgently, "Ugh, flowers," the foul smell instantly transform into sweet smells of flowers.
Relieved from painful smell, I continue forward. The lair of a vampire is not as expected. Instead of traditional coffin, candles and other various pieces of paintings or the likes, it is messy, foul smelling and fills with corpses. I furrow my brows as I take in the sight. There are a lot of corpses here. It seems this vampire is a young one, or I am just mistaken and this is not a vampire at all. There, at the end of the room, lays the vampire. A small man, wearing clothes which might have been designer clothes once upon a time, now, it is now all ragged.
The man wakes up from the noises I make. He immediately jumps and snarls at me, his eyes are red-shades of lunacy, his teeth are sharpened and two prominent fangs much like blood-sucking bats. And smelling really foul. In my eyes though, his entire body is enveloped by a sticky, disgusting energy, as if made up of all things decayed and rotted. A thin string of energy extends from him towards some place underground.
"Grrrr!" With a roar lacking any intelligence, he leaps at me.
"Stay," the lunging body stops in mid-air, in the middle of a lunge.
"Grr, rrr," he makes some sounds from his throat, confuses and trying to break free to no avail.
I touch the energy and instantly retract my hands. This is so disgusting. I shake my fingers.
"Purify," the sticky feeling is gone, but that is not really enough for my comfort yet, "Purify, Cleanse, Exocrise, Repel, Sanitise, Decontaminate," only after a series of cleansings that I manage myself to calm down. Whatever the origin of this energy is, it's nothing good. That is for sure.
"Ugh, how disgusting," I eye the thing in front of me that is possessing this man, "REPEL". In my brief irritation, the word comes out of my mouth in force, as if a tsunami, slamming into the vampire wannabe with a great force. It tears apart the energy as if nothing, leaving no traces as it passes through.
The possessed creature transform back into a short, thin, black man. Fainting. If not for the fact that his chest is moving up and down slightly with each breath, I would have thought he has died.
"Bottled Water," a transparent bottle appear on my hand, "This water is Panacea," the water shines slightly.
"Drink," I slightly tip the bottle to his mouth and he opens his mouth and drink all of the water. Not a single drop left. He begins to recover visibly. However, even a Panacea may takes a while to work its magic on him as the damages are extensive. Both his soul and body are covered in that disgusting substance. Decayed, rotten, thing, composed of everything negative.
I stand up and narrow my eyes as the area around me darken and become chilling. There are sounds of skittering and scuffling from the shadows. Something, white, tall, and slender brushes past the periphery of my vision.
"Who dare disturb my plan!?" the shadows morph into a creature. Pale, white skin that resemembles a corpse. Cloak with long ears much like a bat, Sharp, knife-like fingers, with his appearance brings a terrible pressure upon this world.
"Well, I was expecting a lot of things. From evil gods to some tricksters who thought they are funny, didn't expect a Batman fanboy though. Really, tell me about what I know," I shake my head.
"Impudent! I am Barbatos!" a terrible energy tears out from the darkness to me.
"Look who is more impudent, creature! You are not welcome here! Leave! This light is not for you!"
"NOOOO! THIS ISN'T POSSIBL-!" with a dramatic scream, the Bat God disappears into the shadows below.
"Now, this matter has turned officially more troublesome. I thought the passages are closed," I mutter looking at the space that is now filled with destructive energies.
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Interlude 1
Dust Bloom Lotus
I wandered, I watched, I judged
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Barbatos, The Bat God, stretches his right arm, trying to pierce through the light above. Yet, the moment it passes through, the backlash is intense.
Leave
He is immediately slammed into the ground. It is as if that word is imbued into the very fabric of reality, echoing throughout the entire existence. It's very vexing. That world he barely managed to infiltrate is now out of his reach, it would not be easy to go into that world again. Not with that thing there. He is confident about his previous plan to conquer the multiverse, but now, not so much so. In anger, he screams with all his might. The entire dark multiverse trembles with more frail worlds imploding yet when they reach the multiverse, they rush back toward him and injure him instead. Leaving him in an impotent rage.
What is that thing!? That is what he has been wondering ever since he has been thrown back here. There are not many things in the entire existence that can do that. It cannot be a god, he knows all of them, and it isn't one of them. Not a mysterious Endless either, this is not their modus operandi. An angel from the Silver City is unlikely, ever since the fall of the Lightbringer, ranks and files angels are keeping their heads down. Now, he has an unknown to worry about.
"Whatever troubles you, my lord?" an ugly voice asks. Barbatos looks at his greatest general, Batman, Who Laughs—wearing dark clothes with spikes and edges. And with him, his three pets in chains.
"Our plan for the multiverse may need revisions. There is a new threat".
"Please tell me more," Barbatos once thought the smile on this guy's face could not be more deranged than this.
"So, what do we know about her?" Flash, the fastest man alive asks, pointing at a picture of a young girl in an oversized long coat with sunglasses that seems to suck in all the lights.
"Not as much as we would like. She firmly rejects all of our attempts to know more about her capabilities. However, according to the account from Robin, she boasts of being able to stop all the crimes, in her own words "all of them". Of course, we are not sure if that's just boasting or her true capability. As for now, regards her as a god-level threat," Batman replies while staring dagger at the picture, "also, don't mention her name where there are pictures of her, she mentions an ability to be able to hear through that".
Green Arrow whistles, "Just appears and she is already that impressive? So, is she involved with those guys?"
Everyone gathering at the roundtable of Justice League knows who "those guys" Green Arrow is referring to. Cadmus.
"Not as far as we know," Superman growls out. The man of steel has been having a silent political war with the U.S government and Project Cadmus for weeks now since the discovery of Superboy. While he would not take in the boy due to some of his own personal aversions towards how he is created, he is also trying his best so that Superboy can live normally without being hounded constantly by Cadmus agents or the government.
"However, there is a cause for concern," Diana starts, "after she was seen wandering around Gotham, she disappears from our radars into what is known as Gotham's Lair. We have read a great energy spike centring from it. At the same time, magicians and mystically-inclined individuals feel a great darkness covering the entire world. I have felt it, too," she grimaces, "I don't believe I know what to call that thing, but it is not something the League can handle easily. That is for sure".
"Well, that's ominous," Green Arrow groans, "first, that mess with Cadmus and illegal cloning, now what, a dark god? What's next? The freaking devil will show up for a stroll?"
He gets silenced really quickly by unamused glares pointing his way.
"I am just joking!" he quickly raises both of his palms. The rest of the Justice League shake their heads in exasperation.
Suddenly, Batman pauses, "There is an update to her situation," he gestures a bit and real-time feeds of the Narrator appear. She is walking out of a manhole and just standing there for a bit…
"Hello?" A voice comes out from their side. And everyone instantly gets into combat positions.
"It is just me," speak of the devil, and she shall appear, it is the girl on the display herself. However, heroes are still heroes. They quickly collect themselves.
"Narrator, it's good that you are here. We would like to ask about-"
"Barbatos, yes, I know," she interrupts Diana's questions.
"Barbatos?" Superman asks. Batman becomes more tense as well as Hawkman and Hawkwoman
"Yes, Barbatos, the Bat God. Or the baddest boy of eternity. Trust me when I say you don't want to meet him," Narrator says with the most serious tone she has ever worn. She then glances meaningfully at Batman.
"As far as I remember, he shouldn't appear here. There are a plethora of guards, protections, wards, and even powerful beings watching over it so that things down there would not come up and taint this world. So, what happened?" She says.
"We may have some guesses," Hawkwoman says tentatively as everyone's gaze falls on her. She and Hawkman look at each other for a moment before she continues, "I do not know much about it. However, a while ago, someone cut through the membranes of the multiverse…, all of them even the Source Wall, into the Void beyond. He may have taken advantage of that to come up here".
"...," there was a pause, "Yes, I may know what you are talking about".
"Oh, right," the girl snaps as if remembering something, "take this," she fishes around her pockets and then takes out some coins, they are pennies, "they have the ability to protect you from any kind of contamination and corruption. Take them, they can make you immune to any kind of Joker Venom and mind control".
The League hesitates for a moment before Superman takes it swiftly, "thanks," he cheerfully thanks while the rest just silently sigh in exasperation, the sentiment Narrator seems to share as she seems to wonder about their survival instinct. However, it is not Superman's fault either. When enemies have to go through some intensive efforts just even scrape you a little, your survival instincts tend to dull.
Batman looks at the offered penny as if it offends his very soul, "So, I suppose Joker had planned something, and you are preparing for it".
Narrator looks at Batman with a meaningful glance, and then begins to laugh, and then laughs some more. Just when League is thinking if she gets caught by one of Joker's death traps, she stops, and says, "Oh no, no no no, that is the preparation for you!"
"Batman!? Did Joker do something?" Superman asks, fully alert now.
"No, not him, I destroyed all the contingencies that were on him when I killed him. It's you," she points at Batman.
Everyone is confused, however, "you are talking about parallel universes," Batman calmly states.
"Correct!," a melodious chime appears as a ✓ appears on top of her head.
"So, there is a universe where I fall to Joker Venom and become a Joker," Batman reasons as everyone shudders.
"That's a terrifying scenario to even imagine," Flash sums up everyone's thought.
"Yes, the Batman Who Talks A Lot isn't a Batman you can casually go against. That is why the precautions. And they are useful for every situation, too. Don't worry too much, though, I banned the Ringleader from entering. But those down there, who knows how they will weasel their way up," Narrator shrugs.
"Anyway, that's why I drop in on your super secret meeting. Bye!" And she disappears, once again.
Batman doesn't say much but those who know him know that he is annoyed right now by her disappearing acts.
Heh, Karma.
Trixie frowns as she senses the dark waves that spread across the universe. So, foreign yet so familiar. She has once sensed similar darkness. Of course, this darkness is tainted, impure. Her darkness, though, it's pure destruction.
She sighs. It seems troubles are brewing on the horizon once again. She grimaces as she looks at the mark on her hand. A brand of pure tyrannical energy, as if nothing in this world can't or dares to defy it. She has tried to use her power to delete it, however, it is as if trying to quell the sea of fire with a drop of water. Maybe she can, the owner of that willpower. She had felt it back then, she didn't know how she felt it, but she knew, it was a power that infuses the entire existence and beyond. With a simple flex of her power, that being with pure white wings instantly restructured the entire multiverses that were destroyed, undoing whatever that tide did. Trixie cannot help but tear up. She misses Dad and Mom. However, she cannot go back. She is a monster now.
Arriving at a place where there is no one or surveillance, she looks around just to be sure. Then, she finds a remote hidden corner and relaxes then, she flexes aggressively. With the sound of fluttering winds, a pair of dark red wings appear. The evidence of fallen angels… according to the church and the reason for her damnation. She hated them with all her heart before, but they are also the reason she is free and survives.
They appear when she is confronted with the light tide. Destroying everything in their paths. She believed she was going to die, too, like everyone else, like heroes and villains who tried their best to save everyone. Yet, she didn't. When she opened her eyes again, she was fine, with a pair of wings like blood diamonds appearing involuntarily and a pale ash-like skin tone for a change. Then, the Anti-Matter wave was stopped and everything was restored the way it was. She still has memories of that time, of course. Not many people do. Sometimes, she wonders if she was just hallucinating. However, her newfound powers and these wings remind her that that was real. That, the entire multiverse was almost wiped out and everybody was none the wiser. Except for her, of course. Now, she is back here, fortunately, not in the laboratories under the Vatican any more, and she has met with some good people she can trust and a few friends. It isn't much, but she is happy despite some homesickness.
"Hey, Trix!" a young voice calls out, and Trixie hastily retracts her wings. Instantly, that hateful feeling of constraints come back with full force. She sighs.
"Yes, Gizmo?" she says to a child of about 5 years old.
"As I expected, you are brooding here. I hear what happened from the guys, she branded you or something?" Gizmo says with clear anger in his voice.
"Nothing like that, Gizmo, she just leaves what you can consider, a phone number on me," Trixie explains.
"Well, she has no right to do that! Just because she kills Joker and has some power, she thinks she can do anything? If I see her again, I am going to…mumble mumble," Gizmo starts to mumble devices that will capture and torture Narrator.
Trixie just smiles fondly and says, "None of that, Gizmo. I am sure she has no bad intentions. If she has, I would have deleted it already," of course, there is a matter of whether she can erase that mark or not, but he doesn't need to know that.
"Fine," Gizmo grumbles petulantly. Gizmo is in a way very similar to her. Born in a very religious household as a different one. He was shunned and chased out due to his unnatural appearance and intelligence. Like her being sent to the Vatican because they believe she has been possessed by a fallen and their real family member is dead. Trixie sometimes wonders if her dad and mom know about this and tacitly agree to…this. However, that isn't possible. Besides, Chloe doesn't believe in religion even that much.
"Trix, you are brooding again. Let's go to my lair! I have made something cool!" Gizmo suddenly says, startling her, and he begins to steer her to the abandoned warehouse he claimed as his own lair.
Leave
He is immediately slammed into the ground. It is as if that word is imbued into the very fabric of reality, echoing throughout the entire existence. It's very vexing. That world he barely managed to infiltrate is now out of his reach, it would not be easy to go into that world again. Not with that thing there. He is confident about his previous plan to conquer the multiverse, but now, not so much so. In anger, he screams with all his might. The entire dark multiverse trembles with more frail worlds imploding yet when they reach the multiverse, they rush back toward him and injure him instead. Leaving him in an impotent rage.
What is that thing!? That is what he has been wondering ever since he has been thrown back here. There are not many things in the entire existence that can do that. It cannot be a god, he knows all of them, and it isn't one of them. Not a mysterious Endless either, this is not their modus operandi. An angel from the Silver City is unlikely, ever since the fall of the Lightbringer, ranks and files angels are keeping their heads down. Now, he has an unknown to worry about.
"Whatever troubles you, my lord?" an ugly voice asks. Barbatos looks at his greatest general, Batman, Who Laughs—wearing dark clothes with spikes and edges. And with him, his three pets in chains.
"Our plan for the multiverse may need revisions. There is a new threat".
"Please tell me more," Barbatos once thought the smile on this guy's face could not be more deranged than this.
"So, what do we know about her?" Flash, the fastest man alive asks, pointing at a picture of a young girl in an oversized long coat with sunglasses that seems to suck in all the lights.
"Not as much as we would like. She firmly rejects all of our attempts to know more about her capabilities. However, according to the account from Robin, she boasts of being able to stop all the crimes, in her own words "all of them". Of course, we are not sure if that's just boasting or her true capability. As for now, regards her as a god-level threat," Batman replies while staring dagger at the picture, "also, don't mention her name where there are pictures of her, she mentions an ability to be able to hear through that".
Green Arrow whistles, "Just appears and she is already that impressive? So, is she involved with those guys?"
Everyone gathering at the roundtable of Justice League knows who "those guys" Green Arrow is referring to. Cadmus.
"Not as far as we know," Superman growls out. The man of steel has been having a silent political war with the U.S government and Project Cadmus for weeks now since the discovery of Superboy. While he would not take in the boy due to some of his own personal aversions towards how he is created, he is also trying his best so that Superboy can live normally without being hounded constantly by Cadmus agents or the government.
"However, there is a cause for concern," Diana starts, "after she was seen wandering around Gotham, she disappears from our radars into what is known as Gotham's Lair. We have read a great energy spike centring from it. At the same time, magicians and mystically-inclined individuals feel a great darkness covering the entire world. I have felt it, too," she grimaces, "I don't believe I know what to call that thing, but it is not something the League can handle easily. That is for sure".
"Well, that's ominous," Green Arrow groans, "first, that mess with Cadmus and illegal cloning, now what, a dark god? What's next? The freaking devil will show up for a stroll?"
He gets silenced really quickly by unamused glares pointing his way.
"I am just joking!" he quickly raises both of his palms. The rest of the Justice League shake their heads in exasperation.
Suddenly, Batman pauses, "There is an update to her situation," he gestures a bit and real-time feeds of the Narrator appear. She is walking out of a manhole and just standing there for a bit…
"Hello?" A voice comes out from their side. And everyone instantly gets into combat positions.
"It is just me," speak of the devil, and she shall appear, it is the girl on the display herself. However, heroes are still heroes. They quickly collect themselves.
"Narrator, it's good that you are here. We would like to ask about-"
"Barbatos, yes, I know," she interrupts Diana's questions.
"Barbatos?" Superman asks. Batman becomes more tense as well as Hawkman and Hawkwoman
"Yes, Barbatos, the Bat God. Or the baddest boy of eternity. Trust me when I say you don't want to meet him," Narrator says with the most serious tone she has ever worn. She then glances meaningfully at Batman.
"As far as I remember, he shouldn't appear here. There are a plethora of guards, protections, wards, and even powerful beings watching over it so that things down there would not come up and taint this world. So, what happened?" She says.
"We may have some guesses," Hawkwoman says tentatively as everyone's gaze falls on her. She and Hawkman look at each other for a moment before she continues, "I do not know much about it. However, a while ago, someone cut through the membranes of the multiverse…, all of them even the Source Wall, into the Void beyond. He may have taken advantage of that to come up here".
"...," there was a pause, "Yes, I may know what you are talking about".
"Oh, right," the girl snaps as if remembering something, "take this," she fishes around her pockets and then takes out some coins, they are pennies, "they have the ability to protect you from any kind of contamination and corruption. Take them, they can make you immune to any kind of Joker Venom and mind control".
The League hesitates for a moment before Superman takes it swiftly, "thanks," he cheerfully thanks while the rest just silently sigh in exasperation, the sentiment Narrator seems to share as she seems to wonder about their survival instinct. However, it is not Superman's fault either. When enemies have to go through some intensive efforts just even scrape you a little, your survival instincts tend to dull.
Batman looks at the offered penny as if it offends his very soul, "So, I suppose Joker had planned something, and you are preparing for it".
Narrator looks at Batman with a meaningful glance, and then begins to laugh, and then laughs some more. Just when League is thinking if she gets caught by one of Joker's death traps, she stops, and says, "Oh no, no no no, that is the preparation for you!"
"Batman!? Did Joker do something?" Superman asks, fully alert now.
"No, not him, I destroyed all the contingencies that were on him when I killed him. It's you," she points at Batman.
Everyone is confused, however, "you are talking about parallel universes," Batman calmly states.
"Correct!," a melodious chime appears as a ✓ appears on top of her head.
"So, there is a universe where I fall to Joker Venom and become a Joker," Batman reasons as everyone shudders.
"That's a terrifying scenario to even imagine," Flash sums up everyone's thought.
"Yes, the Batman Who Talks A Lot isn't a Batman you can casually go against. That is why the precautions. And they are useful for every situation, too. Don't worry too much, though, I banned the Ringleader from entering. But those down there, who knows how they will weasel their way up," Narrator shrugs.
"Anyway, that's why I drop in on your super secret meeting. Bye!" And she disappears, once again.
Batman doesn't say much but those who know him know that he is annoyed right now by her disappearing acts.
Heh, Karma.
Trixie frowns as she senses the dark waves that spread across the universe. So, foreign yet so familiar. She has once sensed similar darkness. Of course, this darkness is tainted, impure. Her darkness, though, it's pure destruction.
She sighs. It seems troubles are brewing on the horizon once again. She grimaces as she looks at the mark on her hand. A brand of pure tyrannical energy, as if nothing in this world can't or dares to defy it. She has tried to use her power to delete it, however, it is as if trying to quell the sea of fire with a drop of water. Maybe she can, the owner of that willpower. She had felt it back then, she didn't know how she felt it, but she knew, it was a power that infuses the entire existence and beyond. With a simple flex of her power, that being with pure white wings instantly restructured the entire multiverses that were destroyed, undoing whatever that tide did. Trixie cannot help but tear up. She misses Dad and Mom. However, she cannot go back. She is a monster now.
Arriving at a place where there is no one or surveillance, she looks around just to be sure. Then, she finds a remote hidden corner and relaxes then, she flexes aggressively. With the sound of fluttering winds, a pair of dark red wings appear. The evidence of fallen angels… according to the church and the reason for her damnation. She hated them with all her heart before, but they are also the reason she is free and survives.
They appear when she is confronted with the light tide. Destroying everything in their paths. She believed she was going to die, too, like everyone else, like heroes and villains who tried their best to save everyone. Yet, she didn't. When she opened her eyes again, she was fine, with a pair of wings like blood diamonds appearing involuntarily and a pale ash-like skin tone for a change. Then, the Anti-Matter wave was stopped and everything was restored the way it was. She still has memories of that time, of course. Not many people do. Sometimes, she wonders if she was just hallucinating. However, her newfound powers and these wings remind her that that was real. That, the entire multiverse was almost wiped out and everybody was none the wiser. Except for her, of course. Now, she is back here, fortunately, not in the laboratories under the Vatican any more, and she has met with some good people she can trust and a few friends. It isn't much, but she is happy despite some homesickness.
"Hey, Trix!" a young voice calls out, and Trixie hastily retracts her wings. Instantly, that hateful feeling of constraints come back with full force. She sighs.
"Yes, Gizmo?" she says to a child of about 5 years old.
"As I expected, you are brooding here. I hear what happened from the guys, she branded you or something?" Gizmo says with clear anger in his voice.
"Nothing like that, Gizmo, she just leaves what you can consider, a phone number on me," Trixie explains.
"Well, she has no right to do that! Just because she kills Joker and has some power, she thinks she can do anything? If I see her again, I am going to…mumble mumble," Gizmo starts to mumble devices that will capture and torture Narrator.
Trixie just smiles fondly and says, "None of that, Gizmo. I am sure she has no bad intentions. If she has, I would have deleted it already," of course, there is a matter of whether she can erase that mark or not, but he doesn't need to know that.
"Fine," Gizmo grumbles petulantly. Gizmo is in a way very similar to her. Born in a very religious household as a different one. He was shunned and chased out due to his unnatural appearance and intelligence. Like her being sent to the Vatican because they believe she has been possessed by a fallen and their real family member is dead. Trixie sometimes wonders if her dad and mom know about this and tacitly agree to…this. However, that isn't possible. Besides, Chloe doesn't believe in religion even that much.
"Trix, you are brooding again. Let's go to my lair! I have made something cool!" Gizmo suddenly says, startling her, and he begins to steer her to the abandoned warehouse he claimed as his own lair.