Two super heroes emerge in chaotic times. Batman and superman. However they aren't how they used to be. Something changed them and complicated their minds. Follow their tales as the two struggle to understand the path of heroism and value of bonds.

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Batman and Hawkgirl looked down at the chest Gray was carrying, before looked up with a frown as they gazed into the pitch black eyes of the Pseudo-Servant in front of them.

"Affinity? Catalyst? I believe you neglected to mention such things before we decided to summon a Servant?".

Gray sighed before rubbing his temples. He left his apple in the kitchen and he really wished he had brought it with him.

Pointing to the three objects in the chest below, he spoke with a tone that reminded him of Scathach, as her manner of teaching was a form of teaching that was very much agreeable with the twenty year old.

"When summoning a Servant without a catalyst, the Servant with the most affinity towards is usually summoned. When summoning with a catalyst, you can narrow down the choices of the Servant summoned, to get a more powerful Servant. Any other questions?".

The Flash tilted his head and frowned but couldn't help but ask.

"Wouldn't the Servant with the most affinity you have be the best choice? If you can work with that Servant the best, wouldn't it be the better choice?".

Gray shook his head and summoned the spear of Achilles instead. A wave of Divinity was let out by Gray, and it brushed through the superheroes like a gust of wind.

"Tell me, if you summoned Achilles for example, a hero with near invincibility, do you think he would still be able to fight equally with Ryougi Shiki? A woman who can cut through the unkillable? Who can cut through death?".

The scarlet speedster looked as though he wanted to retort but the memory of the beautiful brunette cutting through Superman's arm came to mind. Even Barry Allen couldn't regenerate from something like that. Especially if Superman could not.

Gray turned towards the three catalysts in the box and spoke. The sword was taken out and placed on one of the circles.

"The Japanese blade is several hundred years old yet it can still cut better than the knives in my kitchen. I've gotten it appraised and they said that it once belonged to a famous samurai, although they couldn't be sure of their identity".
 
He took out the book next, and the faint lettering on the spine read "Doyle", causing Batman's eyes to widen.

"Arthur Conan Doyle? As in Sherlock Holmes? How would he be able to be summoned. He's fictitious. How would-".

"And Chinese Immortals that can walk on clouds and Greek Heroes who legends are still retold today are not? It is not how true the legend is. It is how it affected the minds of humanity, as well as the Mystery behind their legend. In this day and age were Heroes, such as your selves, rely on technology to get things down, even if that technology is so advanced it may appear as magic, you could never ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become Heroic Spirits. Maybe Diana due to her heritage but that's all".

Batman stopped talking and rubbed his chin at Gray's words. 

Throne of Heroes? Heroic Spirits? Mystery? Terms that he had absolutely no idea about, but they filled in parts of the puzzle that was the man in front of them.

If he gave more pieces, they might be able to find out his powers if they were directed at some other mythological Hero.

Gray pointed to the final catalyst in the box, placing it down gently on the final summoning circle.

He spoke,

"This red garment belonged to a famous Chinese Martial Artist. His name was was Li Shuwen, and he was one of the greatest martial artists in history. His prowess with Bājíquán gave him the title of Demon-Fist Master, and his skill with the spear made many call him Divine Spear Li. Using this as a catalyst would almost guarantee him to be summoned. Whether that be as a Lancer or an Assassin that remains to be seen".

Batman raised an eyebrow at Gray's words, and he sighed once more before explaining.

"In a Holy Grail War, there are Seven normal Classes a Servant can be summoned under. Saber, the Servant of the sword. Lancer, the Servant of the spear. Archer, the Servant of the Bow. Rider, the Servant of the mount. Caster, the Servant of sorcery. Assassin, the Servant of killing. And Berserker the Servant of madness. That is the most general explanation on Classes I am willing to give. There are other classes but don't worry about them, if you summon one, they'll most likely kill you before you can get a chance to explain yourselves".

The definitive tone in Gray's voice revealed that he wasn't messing around. The Seven Classes ran through the minds of the League, and Batman and Hawkgirl both looked at each other, communicating through the psychic link.

Gray saw them look at each other and watched as they gradually come to a conclusion as all the present members of the Justice League nodded. 

Hawkgirl stepped forward and picked up the katana while Batman opted to use the the book written by the famous writer, a first edition of a Study in Scarlet.

Gray looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Really? I would've thought you wanted to summon without a catalyst. Can I ask why you chose to do so?".

Batman looked at Gray without any hint of emotion in his voice.

"Just like you, I have absolutely no obligation to tell you my reasoning".

Gray gave the Dark Knight a queer look before nodding his head thoughtfully.

"That's good. You're finally learning".

Much to the ire of the caped crusader Gray stood up and walked away from the catalyst contained the garment of Li Shuwen, causing Kaldur to frown and point to the red robe belonging to the martial artist. A look of confusion was evident on his face.

"Will you not use the catalyst to summon Gray? I thought that-".

Gray gave the Atalantean a smile before shaking his head. Gray pulled out a small piece of paper with a Norse Rune inscribed on it. The quality of the paper was high, indicating that the catalyst was a modern one.

He put the rune in the center of his summoning circle, not caring to look at the annoyed gazes of Batman or Hawkgirl as Gray's catalyst wasn't any of the three that he offered them.

"The thing about Servants is that they need magical power to help sustain them. Despite the Age of the Gods still being around, meaning that the mana in the air is still at a high quality and quantity, you as Masters do not possess the power to sustain Servants with high Mana Parameters. If Diana or Aquaman were Masters, then we might be able to discuss some compensation in exchange for high level catalysts".

Batman looked down at the book and Hawkgirl grasped the handle of the blade tightly as the two accepted Gray's reasoning. Neither had any idea what they were doing. And if Gray decided that he didn't want to help them, there was nothing they could do.

The rune on the center of Gray's piece of paper looked esoteric in the eyes of the Lord of Order. It was just a simple line on a piece of paper, representing "ice" out of all the other Norse Runes, but there was something about it that screamed power.

Traces of Divinity could be felt from the Norse Rune, but Dr Fate couldn't think of what Servant Gray could possibly summon from such a catalyst.

Gray smiled and raised his Command Seals over the summoning circle. Batman and Hawkgirl repeated this action as the rest of the superheroes stood at the side in wait.

"Repeat after me".

The red tattoo on Gray's hand started to glow, and the jewels he had placed around the edges of the circle started to melt, and travel along the lines of chalk that he had created. Batman and Hawkgirl both watched as the jewels did the same on their circles, and watched as their hand glowed with a strange power.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
"Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.
"Let white be the color I pay tribute to.
"Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.
"Let the four cardinal gates close.
"Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate".

A bright red light appeared from the summoning circle beneath the three Masters, and a crackle of red magical power burst out from beneath them. Gray looked at Batman and Hawkgirl, who both nodded for the Pseudo-Servant to continue and he did.

The level of Mystery contained within each of the catalysts bloomed in the circle, and in the eyes of Dr Fate and Zatanna, a doorway was being formed between here, and another dimension, somewhere in the vast multiverse.

"Let it be declared now;
your flesh shall serve under me, and my fate shall be with your sword.
"Submit to the beckoning of the Holy Grail.
"Answer, if you would submit to this will and this truth"

 The words caused many of the people present to frown but none tried to stop or discourage Gray or their team members. Across the country, several figures perked up and looked in the direction of New York City, all with a smile on their faces.

Even Saber, who was standing beside her Master in Metropolis showed a small smile as she trailed behind her Master in her spirit form. The two red Command Seals on her Masters hand caused the beautiful brunette to frown but she followed her Masters orders.

All Servants knew how to by their time. Even Berserker was not that rash.

"An oath shall be sworn here.
"I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven;
"I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell.

Red colored lightning crackled as it created several scorch marks on Gray's rooftop. The two Green Lanterns created a barrier to block the magical power, but had to keep replacing it in order to stop more cracks from forming.

In the mind of Hawkgirl, an old sounding voice resounded out, and memories of countless battles filled her mind. Through the eyes of a warrior she saw the deaths of her friends and enemies as she continued cutting down all those who opposed her. A single sword slash was all that was needed to kill.

The pinnacle of swordsmanship. A stage of Zen and One....

Batman similarly heard the voice of an older man. His thick British accent gave away his origins, but the tone he used was completely unlike the logical and rational reasoning he knew. It was twisted, still emotionless and rational, but the smile behind the glasses sent shivers up the spine of the Dark Knight.

The Napoleon of the Criminal World. A complete opposite to Holmes....

"From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,
come forth from the ring of restraint, protector of the holy balance!"

In Gray's mind, a beautiful visage came to mind. A goddess, in every sense ruled over a land of ice and snow, completely opposite her other version, the Queen of the Land of Shadows. She was the winter rose that all the other gods sought to obtain, yet, she was forgotten, and even in the progression into the Age of Man she remained.

At the end of the day she was neither a god nor a ruler. Even if her title "the Mother of Scandinavia" falls off, she is still a girl.

The bright crimson light vanished and three Servants stood tall in front of their Masters. 

Hawkgirl's unsheathed his sword and knelt down on his knees, placing the blade in front of her.

Batman's gave a horrifying charismatic smile before bowing with one hand on his chest and another behind his back.

Gray's stood tall and motionless as they all spoke in unison.

"We are the Servants of White..... Now.... Are you the one, who I shall call Master?".

Waking up in an abandoned apartment in Gotham City was never how I imagined my Saturday morning. Seeing Gods walk amongst Men brought familiar yet foreign memories to mind.

I knew who they were, yet I had absolutely no recollection of myself before today. Waves upon waves of experiences and feelings pilled themselves up like mountains within my mind, yet it was jumbled and incoherent.

Being able to stand side-by-side against Demons and Beings whose very presence could shake the heavens and the earth was a dream that every kid had as a kid.... right?

Now were did this Class Cards fit into the equation?

Using the bug’s vision to examine this battle vehicle was different from seeing it with his own eyes.
When the vehicle was upright, it gave off an impactful aura. Compared to when it was lying in amongst the boxes, it appeared much more powerful.
After seeing the Batpod at a closer range, just like the other treasure hunters, Li Du unconsciously sucked in a breath of cool air. He couldn’t resist saying, "D*mn it, what the hell is this!"
Godzilla shrugged and said, "Boss, this is the vehicle."
Hans sprinted like the wind, jumped, and flew onto the motorcycle. Due to the design of the Batpod, he sprawled onto the motorcycle in a stupid-looking manner.
However, his demeanor was imposing. He opened his mouth and thundered, "Bruce Wayne has arrived! The light of Gotham City has arrived! With me here, the night of Gotham will never belong to the darkness!"
"What the hell are you doing?" Li Du yelled.
Hans ignored him, and continued wildly shouting as he sprawled on the motorcycle, his face flushed red from the effort.
"You think that I’m just a rich, spoiled brat? You think I’m just a frivolous playboy? No, I am the Dark Knight —I am BATMAN!"
The other treasure hunters were also buzzing with excitement. They all disregarded the rules of storage auctions and rushed into the unit like bees to honey. Each of them tried to cop a feel from the vehicle.
Li Du was shocked by the reaction of these people, and cried out, "Sh*t, are you all insane? It’s just a motorcycle!"
When he saw the Batpod, he could feel his emotions run high, but not to the point of losing his mind like that. It was just a prop.
This was the difference in culture. To Americans, Batman was one of the most important superheroes of all time!
Making his appearance in 1939, he had enthralled the youths of America since then. From the 60s and 70s onwards, its influence had become increasingly widespread.
Since then, no matter where the media conducted their polls, the most popular superhero would always be the Batman, Bruce Wayne.
Even with the boom of the comic book industry and the movies, heroes like Ironman, The Hulk, and Spiderman, still could not surpass Batman.
To the kids in China, their ideal hero was Sun Wu Kong, the Monkey God. To American children, their ideal hero was Batman!
Thus, witnessing this outrageous and powerful Batpod, the treasure hunters were all frantic because this was the ride that they had dreamt about during their childhoods!
As they surrounded the vehicle, the treasure hunters were shouting in a chaotic mess:
"What year is this from? Look at its design, it’s crazy!"
"Big Fox, let me on it—quick, quick, quick! Let me try!"
"Sh*t, don’t push me—Big Fox, let’s take it for a spin!"
Li Du shook his head and said with a bitter laugh, "My God, these guys are crazy—it’s just a motorcycle."
York appeared at the entrance; he looked greedily at the vehicle and said, "F*ck! You actually got the Batpod! Why? Why were you the one who got it?!"
Li Du shrugged and said, "Maybe God blesses those who are kind."
York glared viciously at him. Godzilla popped his knuckles, and seeing such, his gaze immediately became gentle. "Hey, buddy, how about we make a deal?"
"What?" Li Du glared at him suspiciously.
York coughed, and then said with a smile, "First, I would like to congratulate you for getting this treasure. Now, I’m sure that you don’t have any suitable channels to sell it, right?"
Li Du asked, "You want to help to sell it? Oh, Jim, you’re really a nice guy."
"I’m willing to help you sell it," York said, "but according to the rules, I’ll take twenty percent of the sales as commission."
Mr. Li immediately rejected him with a wave of his hand. "Then forget it, I’ll find my own way to sell it."
York was a scumbag. According to some of the hidden rules of this trade, commission fees were usually set at around ten percent, and it should have been even lower for valuable items.
Hearing his words, York said, "What way do you think you can find? How would you find your buyer? Although my commission fee does seem a little pricey, I swear, buddy—"
"No need to swear; I’m not dumb," Li Du interrupted. "I’ll contact Officer Marge Gunderson—I think she would be the best candidate for this."
Officer Marge Gunderson was one of the characters that Frances McDormand acted as, in the classic crime thriller, "Fargo." It was playing this character that her an Oscar.
Although Li Du didn’t know much about this actress, he was very familiar with the character that she acted as because Officer Marge was Rose’s idol. In the living room of their house, there were even posters of Officer Marge.
When had he first seen the motorcycle he had thought of what to do with it: put it up for auction on eBay.
However, from the information York had leaked in his confused, depressed state, he heard the info of how the actress loved to collect famous motorcycles. He immediately knew that he had a better option.
York clearly knew that he was the one who had gifted this source to Li Du. He cursed in frustration, "F*ck! D*mn it, God! I must have offended a ghost! I must have been cursed!"
After venting his rage, he still wanted to try his luck. "Not everyone can contact someone as famous as that, kid…"
Li Du couldn’t be bothered to listen to his crap. He picked out a bicycle from the storage that was cleared out, and he speedily rode to the main gate. York had said that the actress was already here.
Parked at the main gate was a G-class, Mercedes AMG. Its body was gigantic and imposing. Through the windshield, he could see that a woman was in the driver’s seat.
Li Du rode the bicycle and stopped right in front of the car. Soon after, a door was opened, and a bald, white man walked out. He asked with an expressionless face, "Sir, what’s the problem?"
With a slight smile, Li Du said, "Please tell the actress that I have a motorcycle she will definitely be interested in. If she’s brought enough money, she can come with me to see."
The large man felt doubtful, and asked, "Are you the one who called? Mr. Jim York?"
Li Du shook his head and said, "No. Mr. York lied to your boss. But I’m not lying."
Coming out of the driver’s side was a white lady with shades on. She had an oval-shaped face, her blonde hair combed into a ponytail, giving her a sharp, dignified aura.
"What motorcycle? Don’t lie to me, I hate it when someone tries to fool me. What irks me even more are people who lie just to get an autograph or a picture with me!"
Her words were as sharp as her aura.
Li Du carefully measured the woman before him. So this was one of the most talented female actresses of Hollywood, Frances McDormand!
Due to Rose, he was more knowledgeable about this actress. Although she wasn’t someone who would be known in every household, her acting skills were top-notch!
Most people only knew that she had gotten an Oscar for Best Movie Actress, but they didn’t know that she also received other awards, like Best Supporting Role from the Oscars, Best Movie Actress from the Golden Globes, and honorary awards from the Venice Film Festivals.
Seeing this legend first-hand, Li Du couldn’t help but smile. A few months ago, he could only just observe her from posters, but now he was so close that he could almost touch her.
He could only think, Fate works in mysterious ways!


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

Batman hung up with Robin and made a call. The voice on the other end picked up, prompting Bruce. "J'onn. Do we still have details on the Khund people in The Watchtower's archives?"

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Robin got off the phone and came back into the room to find Keith staring at the x-ray. His hearing was disengaged, so he didn't hear him enter, but he did feel the vibration through the floor and the closing of the other room's door. Keith switched over to his speech and sighed. "I knew it was bad. I just wasn't prepared for how bad." He shut his mouth and engaged his hearing, determined to let that be all he said.


Robin hid a frown well, shaking his head slightly. He took a deep breath before he began to propose Batman's deal to Keith. "Bruce is making some calls. But he told me extend his conditions for helping you." Keith nodded as a signal to keep going. "He will help you, but in return, he wants you to join the lesser branch of the Justice League, and serve as mentor to them after your business with us is through." Robin waited with baited breath for Keith's response.


Said response didn't come until 3 hours later, Robin having left soon after the proposed deal. Keith slowly paced in the medical bay, deep in thought. 'If I join the Justice League in any capacity, then my days of vengeance will be over. With that many Justice League eyes on me, I won't be able to do anything of that sort without serious repercussions from them.' He blew a sigh. 'I would happily accept those repercussions, except I would be put away for a long time, possibly as far as in Arkham. There's a fine line I walk, and if I get put away, I won't be able to get back on that line.' He stewed over thoughts like this for about an hour and a half, before he caved. 'If I don't get this done and get fixed, I won't be able to continue my vengeance anyway.' 

He sighed and left the medical bay. Apparently all the titans were either asleep or out doing something, unsurprising given how late it was. Raven, however, was still up, reading in the main living area. "Do you happen to know where Robin is?" He leaned against the couch.


She shrugged. "Nope. Might be out doing stuff with Star." She didn't look up from her book, and her hood was still up.

Keith shrugged. "I'll just sleep in the med bay until he gets back then." He shrugged and turned around, only to stop when he heard Raven begin to say something, but stop herself before. Tension in the vocal cords were easy for him to pick up. He smirked and turned around in the doorway. "Goodnight Miss Roth. Wake me when Robin is back" He closed and locked the door to the med bay then.


Of course, he didn't actually sleep. He was still a self-imposed insomniac. He waited an hour or two, his internal clock feeling it to be about 2am, before he heard Robin's voice outside the med bay. His voice was panicked, and Keith caught a brief segment of a girl's voice. Keith left the med bay, prepared to give his response to the deal, only to find himself flying back into the med bay when Robin crashed into him from a blackbolt, courtesy of Blackfire. Keith ignored the pain that flared up in his back and grabbed his staff. He charged out of the medbay, somersaulting over a blast only to nail Blackfire in the temple with his staff. She took the hit cleanly, staggering slightly, before Starfire flew in from outside, looking tired and a little worse for wear. It was a matter of seconds before the other Titans joined them.


Blindside used his staff to pole-vault again, barely avoiding another blast and kicking Blackfire in the throat hard and cleanly. He followed this with a combo of heel kicks and side kicks to the kidneys, her chest, and finally her chin.


Unfortunately for him, she wasn't as hurt by these attacks as one would expect. after the kick to her chin, she used that momentum to feed into a backflip. She then engaged in hand-to-hand with him herself.


Keith was immediately at a disadvantage. Super strength against his staff causing heavy vibrations encouraged him every time she blocked to drop his staff. He grunted in frustration, before he mentally said "Fuck it" and elected to take a kick to the leg, his costume responding to the kick by releasing its built-in flash system and blinding Blackfire, in order to slam his staff into the side of her head. Naturally, his leg was now shattered, but he kept himself up with his staff just long enough to switch to his use of speech and utter one word, "Surrender", fueled with as much charmspeak as he possibly could, before he passed out due to pain as his adrenaline died. Keith was unable to witness it, but the instant he uttered the word, Blackfire's eyes when blank and she held her arms up in a "freeze" motion.

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Batman, Robin, Cyborg, The Flash, and Superman himself stood around Keith who was currently passed out on an operating table. A team of every type of surgeon was on hand, and curiously, one or two of them were aliens. J'onn Jonzz, aka Martian Manhunter, stepped into the room shortly after with a hand to his chin, thinking. "It might just work. But I don't think we can do it...naturally."


Batman groaned. "You didn't."

J'onn sighed. "I did."

Not even 5 seconds later, both Dr. Fate and Zatanna entered.


About 6 hours later, they put Keith under anesthesia. The plan: Magically fuse a compound of titanium, Nth metal, and several samples of Khund bone marrow into a single substance. Following that, the many many many segments of Keith's bones that were almost non-functional would be replaced by this material. His skeleton would appear as a patchwork quilt to anyone who saw it. Batman provided a sample of the Lazarus Pit's waters to dip the compound into, just for general purpose and to maybe heal Keith's damaged muscles. All the heroes, save for Dr. Fate to make sure the compound stayed together, promptly left the room once all was prepared. This saved them the horror of gazing upon Keith's scars.


Dr. Fate, however, made mental notes about Keith's scars, provided here for the reader's sake: 

The horribly grotesque and sickly yellow scar at the base of Keith's neck. One of the surgeons, upon Fate's ask, examined the scar for a moment and deduced the caused: Repeated stabbing. The scar was caused by a stab wound being treated and healed at a hospital, only for it to be done again. The doctor guessed that this was repeated about 25 times.


His back - good god, his back! - displayed a massive chart, scarred and burned and cut into his back, with endless tally marks within. It covered more than half of his back, probably from the nape of his neck down to the small of his back.


The surgeons, and Dr. Fate, collectively suppressed their horror, and got on with the task at hand, as uneasy as they now were. Almost an entire day later, with 3 different teams of surgeons cycling in, Keith's consciousness slowly returned to him.

Blindside. A vigilante known through all of Gotham, AND all of Metropolis. Central City has even heard rumors of him.

No one knows where he came from. But even the Red Hood hesitates to face him. Batman gave up trying when HE got his ass handed to him for once.

Blindside's appearance coincided with the sharp and steep decline in domestic and child abuse nationwide. It also coincided with an increase of mutilated and brutalized corpses of abusers.

Under the mantle of Blindside, is Keith Kelvin, an Irish runaway with too many demons for one Metahuman to handle healthily and a burgeoning Braille and ASL professor at Gotham University. How would he handle being forced to cooperate with the Justice League? And, more importantly, how would the Justice League and every hero in the DC Universe handle Blindside? Add this story to your library and read to find out!

The fourth issue of 'Batman' is finally here, and to surprise of no one it's really good. This 'Samuel Oak' has a clear idea of where the story will go, and it shows in his comic.

The current story arc has 'Batman' fighting against one of the most prominent mafia groups in 'Gotham'. But to someone who knows the characters and some popular plots that involves them, it was possible to imagine the magnitude of the events that will happen in the future. 

"Carla, is there any other thing you want to buy?" My brother asked me suddenly. 

The shop was about to close, and there was nothing else to pick my interest. I already had 'The walking dead' second issue, and there wasn't anything 'new' that I could see.

"No, there's nothing else" I simply said, and then with my new acquisition in hand, I followed him to the exit. 

The streets were especially crowded today. Not a surprise considering that Christmas was coming. 

"Don't leave my side, it's dangerous" My brother said and took one of my hands firmly while walking towards our next destination. 

"I know" I mumbled. He really took seriously the responsibility of taking care of me, so I wasn't going to make it hard for him, even though I was old enough to walk by myself. 

We were going to the bookstore. There were plenty of them in the city, but one in particular was closer to our home. 

It took us about fifteen minutes to arrive, which was a lot considering that we usually take about eight doing the same route. 

"You can look around while I go somewhere else" My brother said once we entered the bookstore. 

"Hey, you don't have to be shy. Just go and say hi to her" I encouraged him. 

Another reason to come here was the lovely daughter of the store owner. My brother has a serious crush on her, but he still haven't even said hi after all this time. It was sad and cute at the same time. 

"Wha.. What are you tatalking about?" He stuttered.

I just looked at him with a deadpan expression. It wasn't the first time we had this conversation, so I just waited for him to realize this fact. 

"Yeah, hehe. I'll be going then" He finally said nervously, and walked towards where this girl was.

It was adorable seeing him go around her, looking at some books and pretending to be interested in them. While she was oblivious to all of that.

I could've looked at the cheesy scene in front of me for a longer period of time, but I needed to see the new books released before it was time to go, so I turned around and approached the biggest stand in the store. 

I had picked up the habit of checking out new books after I discovered the first volume of the princesses collection. Since then, I wanted to know about any 'new' writer that appears in the scene. Information was key, and unfortunately it was hard to get. 

"Hi! How are you?" The first thing I encountered was this confident boy trying to approach a beautiful girl who was inspecting some books. 

I couldn't blame the guy, the girl was really cute. She had a wavy light brown hair, hazel eyes, and a light tan that accentuated her youthful beauty. 

"Oh! I'm fine, just unsure in what book to buy" She replied with a cute smile. 

"Maybe I can help you, I like to read a lot" The boy said quickly, with a smile that showed the happiness he was feeling with the current development. "What are you looking for?" 

"Really?! Thank you so much" The girl's smile grew. "I'm looking for a Christmas gift and I can't decide which book my boyfriend would like" 

I had tried to avoid the situation in front of me. A couple of preteens awkwardly flirting wasn't new to me after all. But even I couldn't help feeling bad for the boy. 

"Emmm sorry, I can't help you... Bye!" He said awkwardly, and immediately proceeded to go out of the store. All while the girl had a confused expression on her face. 

"He was interested in you, and when you mentioned your boyfriend he just ran away" I explained her the situation. I couldn't let a clueless girl like her go around breaking young boys hearts. I guess that having a insecure brother has made me soft for this kind of situations. 

"What?" The girl looked at me with a face full of surprise, "But I had never seen him before" 

I just sighed at her words. I couldn't believe that someone so innocent could have a boyfriend in the first place. 

"Get used to it, it will happen to you often" I simply said. I wasn't planning on wasting more of my time with her. So I just turned around, looking where to go. 

"Thank you... Emmm, I'm sorry but could you help me picking a book?" The girl asked before I could escape. 

I was about to refuse, but her damn watery eyes blocked the words out of my mouth. It appears that I was too soft period. 

"Yes, of course" I sighed quietly in defeat. 

"I'm Claire by the way, nice to meet you" She said with a renewed smile.

"I'm Carla. Likewise" I replied with a smile of my own. "So you are looking for a book for your boyfriend, right?" 

"Yes! He used to read more kid friendly stuff, but now he's more interested in longer and more complicated ones. So I don't know what to choose"

"And did you think that a younger girl like me would be of any help?" I asked jokingly. 

"Hehehe, you're right" She admitted embarrassingly. 

"Don't worry, I already said that I'll help you" I assure her, "I'll need more information about him though. What does he like to do?" 

What can a preteen boy like to read? My brother offers no help with this question. I should motivate him to start reading, maybe that way he would have something to talk about with the girl he likes.

"He likes a ton of things. He likes to read, to write books, to make comics... He's currently doing his own game too" Claire replied with a sweet smile. 

I smiled back, but in my mind an idea started to flourish. What were the odds to find about another reincarnated guy like this? 

"Oh, he must be really talented to do so many things at just what, twelve?... thirteen?" I fished for an answer. 

"He's ten! Although he will be eleven in a couple of months" 

My age then. Which further confirms my theory about all of us being born around the same time period. 

I guess that Claire took my silence as me being impressed, otherwise I couldn't understand why she adopted such proud expression. 

"What about this book?" I asked her out of nowhere about 'Harry Potter' that got released last week. I wanted to caught her off guard just in case she knew the person who wrote it. 

"Oh, that's a good one. But Sammy is who wrote it, so I don't.... Oh! I shouldn't have said that. Could you keep it a secret? Pretty please" She pleaded. 

Sammy?... It could be the famous 'Samuel Oak'. No, it has to be. There's no coincidences. 

So this guy went with another style, changed his pen name, and went with another publishing company. And just with that he thought he would trick me, huh?... Well he kind of did. 

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret" I said sweetly. I couldn't had her being suspicious of me at this time where I got the upper hand. 

"Thank you!" She said, and before I could notice I was trapped in a tight hug. 

I could see why this Samuel liked her. She was sweet, beautiful, and gave good hugs. Although I still couldn't figure it out why would he even waste his time playing couples with all the work he gave to himself. 

"Ok, so you need another book" I said once she let me go, "Then, what about this one?" I showed her 'The chronicles of narnia'. 

It was Miguel's book. It got released just yesterday, so I don't think that he has got it yet, unless he has a news source outside of the traditional outlets. 

"Oh! It looks interesting. Thank you very much!" She said with a toothy smile after reading it for a while. 

"It was my pleasure" I smiled back, "Now, I don't want to intrude, but could you tell me more about your boyfriend? I'm a huge fan of his after all" 

Hopefully she will tell me about this game she was talking about before. Although I was more interested in how he got a cartoon so early on, it was the most useful piece of information for me and Miguel right now.

Samuel Bane, a guy who was just a normal 23 year old in another life, was living in a new world with his memory intact. 

The new world is almost exactly the same as the one he lived before, except that the period of time was similar to the mid 80's that he knew by the movies and tv shows he watched.

This story will focus on how Sam enters the entertainment business. Getting his works published and meeting new people on his way towards an unheard level of success. 

The concept of the story has inspiration in "I'm really a super star", but it's nothing alike.


> Currently I'm posting a chapter every Tuesday.

It just unfinished books that I am not going back to. Felt bad deleting them so if you want to read, be my guess.

Waking at 04:45, Michael washed his face and changed into his tracksuit. Going towards the quidditch ground for his daily routine which includes 10 km of running with weights, weighted push ups, pull ups, squats, crunches, flexibility exercises, practicing his katas and finally half an hour of morning meditation. 
Walking back to the dorms he saw that students were waking up now, the time was 06:45, he quickly got fresh and had a nice morning bath. 
wearing his uniform, he got ready for breakfast which was at 07:30, he went towards the Great Hall and saw that students were starting to come down for breakfast, only Gryffindor table had least students as most of the students there were lazy. Even Slytherins had mostly arrived at their tables.
After 5 minutes, the breakfast started, children around Michael were surprised by his eating etiquette but were more shocked by the amount of food that he ate alone. Ignoring their reactions he continued eating his food.
After eating his food he left the Great Hall quickly, because he had to utilise his each and every second at Hogwarts, there was still an hour till the classes started he got into his room and started reading all the advanced books that he had acquired in the vault, he had already finished theory upto NEWT level and was now starting to learn mastery level concepts from this 'new' books. it would take him around 3-4 months to actually understand the concepts behind the spells of that level, even though he had eidetic memory, but still needed to grab the concepts behind. it was like having precious information but being unable to understand it. which could lead to devastating effects, that's why after NEWTs wizards take apprenticeship under a master in that particular field. 
The hour was almost up, it was his potions class right now and he didn't want to be late for that class because of Snape's reputation. He took his book, a fountain pen, a parchment and his set of potion equipment kept in a potioneer's case which was a gift from his mom. Taking all his things he needed he quickly got into the dungeons where potions class was supposed to take place, he got into the classroom, saw an empty seat at the top corner and sat there waiting for snape to come to the class. 
After 2 minutes Snape came into the class, black robes, greasy hair, books in his hands and a fluttering Black cape. The first thought that crossed Michael's mind after seeing snape was 'Batman!!!'  He could have bet a hundred galleons that snape's character was based upon batman. He was somewhere getting the feeling that snape might be an unregistered bat animagus. 
He walked over to his desk, kept the books there and stood next to it. 
"There would be no foolish wand waving or silly incantation in this class, as such I don't expect many of you to understand the subtle science and exact art that is potion making" said Snape with a stoic face. "However for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper to death" he said in his usual tone. 
"Damn, he must have practiced that one for many years" was the thought that was going in his mind. 
Michael understood Snape's character from original storyline, He had great respect for his brilliant mind. His potion skills are as great as his mom, but now she was ahead due to all the 'new' books. Snape could even be a great asset in war against V-man. As he was thinking this Snape snapped at Michael's lack of focus and said "Mr. Blest, our new celebrity. Tell me, what will you get if you add asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?? "
"God!! not this shit again! " thought Michael as he said in a clear and respectful tone "Sir, powdered root of Asphodel is added to an infusion of wormwood to brew a powerful sleeping potion known as drought of the living death".
" What is difference between Monkshood and wolfsbane?? "
"There is no difference, they are one and the same, they also go by the name of Aconite. It is very useful when dealing with werewolves and in making of an extremely strong sedative that can be useful in brewing the Awakening potion."
"Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?? "
"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and acts as an antidote to most of the poisons, Basilisk venom being one of the most famous exception"
There was pin drop silence in the class, Michael noticed twitching on the corner of Snape's eyes and smiled. It wasn't everyday that you get this kind of reaction out of Snape. 
"Looks like you have done some reading Mr Blest, 5 points to Ravenclaw" said Snape, "However, just knowing the theory will not mean much if you cannot apply it in practice"
There was another shock that rippled through the class, it was almost impossible for any other house to gain points from Snape, it was just as possible as your chance to take a dragon egg and make an omelet out of it in from of its mother. Even Michael was shocked, it was his first class and he had already made history in Hogwarts. All the students from Ravenclaw had a new found respect for Michael, they had heard about snape's habit of never giving any point to any house other than Slytherin. 
The rest of the class went normal as Snape explained the theory behind the Boilcure potion. Even though Michael already knew about it, the class was still entertaining watching him taking points from Gryffindor every 15 minutes. Michael had to say, even though Snape had vampire like tendencies and Batman like outfit, he was still a master at his art, he knew how to keep the class entertaining, and how to pound concepts into children's mind, if not by hardwork then by fear.

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Potions
Boilcure potion : Being an effective remedie against pustules, hives, boils and many other scrofulous conditions.

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A/N: I am also writing a marvel fanfic by the name of A MARVELOUS HUMAN, you can read it if you are into marvel and anime stuff.

Michael, a truck driver gets reincarnated in Harry Potter world with knowledge about holy magic. watch *imagine* his adventures in this new world.



Parings: 

MC / Fleur Delacour / Nymphadora Tonks

Harry / Hermione / Ginny



R-18??? (Maybe) ( Please comment ) 







**DISCLAIMER**
I am a noob writer so any kind of suggestions and criticism will be gladly accepted. 

I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, if I did I won't be writing here. 
this is just a fan fiction.

I don't own the cover photo

Disclaimer Notice :
I don’t own any of this I just want to share it to others because i really like and appreciate its content and the story behind it.

You can read it in fanfiction.net.  I share it here because its very hard to find a gold there so hope you enjoy it.. sorry NaruHina fans?

A man wakes up to find himself inside the world of Naruto experiencing it via a video game. Forced to fight to survive, he sets upon a path of self-discovery, whether to save this world or destroy it.

Dinah was pretty impressed when Faith gave out her orders to the Familia without sounding condescending, overbearing, or scripted. Faith talked with a calm and cool timbre. Each word was enunciated without sounding snobbish and she spoke with confidence and an unwavering gaze. 'All she needs now is more practice, an aura of untouchable intelligence, a bag of tricks, and if I can somehow help her cultivate her Magic, then we're looking at a half-elven Batwoman with Zatanna's magical firepower and versatility.'

'It could be added to my goals list, and just thinking about it gives me both chills and hope for the future.'

When everyone was breaking off to do their own thing, she felt a tug on her hand. She looked down to see that Lianne wanted to get her attention. The silver-haired, hume bunny, girl was wearing a short sundress that reached her knees, leather sandals, and she had a necklace with a brass locket attached to it around her neck. The white, red, and yellow sundress might look a little worn, and had a few small tears in different places, but it made Lianne look even cuter.

She kneeled down in front of her, and asked with a smile, "Yes Lianne, what is it?"

"Can you tell me more stories later? And about the dancing thing you were doing earlier?", Lianne asked while she absentmindedly played with her fingers.

"Yeah, sure. I'll tell you loads of stories. And I wasn't just dancing. I was performing a few basic moving meditation katas. It's something I was taught and added on to from a long time ago."

Lianne hummed to herself while she was thinking deeply and she tilted her head to the side as she digested the information I told her. She then looked into my blue eyes with her hazel ones, and then said, "Can you teach me?"

Dinah didn't even hesitate to say, "Of course. Learning to defend yourself is a very important skill. I'd gladly teach you."

Lianne smiled a brilliant smile and then she whooped and jumped around in joy before coming back to me and saying, "I'll see you later, big sis. Bye bye." She then ran inside the house, her exuberance and joyful aura infecting everyone else.

"I don't think I've ever seen her look that excited before.", said a familiar voice from behind me.

Dinah slowly got up and turned around to meet Faith's approving gaze. Behind and to the right, a few feet away from them, and lingering near the tree in the front yard were a group of 7 teens who were talking amongst each other. Dinah recognized some of them from dinner last night, and they were all wearing casual attire back then. But right now, they're all wearing the same white cloth robes with red trim that Faith's also wearing. 'That must be what they all wear to work at Babel.' 

Everyone else already went inside the house to do their own thing for the day. So Dinah now found herself, Faith, and the other 7 from her Familia to be the only ones left in the yard.

Faith and Dinah held each other's gazes for a few more seconds before Faith nodded to her with a small smile. "If I'm ever free in the mornings, I'd also like the opportunity to be taught how to defend myself. Would that be agreeable to you?"

Dinah smiled at her Captain's question and answered with, "I'd love to teach another student. It's been a while since I taught anyone Martial Arts, but I'm happy that you and Lianne asked. I was actually gonna ask you something similar later."

Faith nodded in approval and then a small smirk tugged at her lips. "Then great minds think alike. I was going to ask you when you were done with your katas if you'd be willing to teach our Familia what you know. It's gonna be one of the topics I'll bring up tonight at the family meeting."

"Sounds like a plan I can get behind.", Dinah agreed. Her features turned serious, before she continued with, "But they have to ask me personally if they want to learn. If I could, I'd teach everyone in a heartbeat, but my former teachers have told me that the teachers don't find the students. The student has to find the teacher. I don't want to teach anyone that's not willing to learn and put in more than 100% of effort."

Faith returned Dinah's look with one of her own and she nodded in understanding. "I couldn't agree more. Everyone in the Familia chooses how they want to change, learn, and grow. They have all chosen the paths that they're on of their own free will. I chose to be a healer, Kim chose to be our resident potion maker, Lianne chose to want to learn from you, and so did I. If what I saw earlier was any indication, then I'm looking forward to learning what I can."

Faith then looked up at the sun's placement in the sky, before turning back to Dinah and saying, "We'll talk more about this later. I've got work, and you've got your errands to run. Don't forget to register at the Guild Familia Advisor's that you're part of our Familia now. Also, I wanted to give you another piece of advice that you should always keep in mind. Stay away from the Red Light District. Nothing ever good happens there. If I was stronger, I'd tear that damned place apart, but for now... Stay away from there. Monsters with cores aren't the only things that roam. There are monsters that wear the skin of people too." Faith's tone and eyes turned dark when she mentioned the Red Light District, but just as quickly as it came, it vanished just as swiftly; but Dinah still saw the change.

And with that ominous piece of wisdom dropped, Faith turned around to gather her 7 other Familia members and they left the premises while waving "good byes" and "see you laters" to Dinah. The Canary returned their goodbyes with her own while she rolled the information from Faith over her own mind.

As she gathered her things, wore her leather jacket over her form, and drank some water; she headed out towards the Guild. 'It looks like I have another avenue of research to conduct. Faith doesn't need to worry though, she's my Captain and her word is law. I'm more worried about why she felt so angry when she mentioned the place.'

With a shiver down her spine, Dinah quickened her steps. 'She reminded me even more of Batman just now. The righteous anger was there as well as something else. The hunger for justice...'

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{After 30 or so minutes have passed...}

Dinah was browsing, there was simply no other word to describe what she was doing. She's been through 3 different clothing stores so far, and she's only spent a total of 220 Valis. She is now the proud owner of 5 crop top t-shirts; matching her own but in different shades of dark colors, 5 pairs of well fitted shorts, a pair of used, but well-maintained, black leather boots, as well as a journal and a magic pen. 'Should I buy Conner something...? Hmmm...'

After a while, she continued on towards the Guild Hall with a spring in her step. 'Thank goodness this satchel seems like it's bottomless. I've got to find out it's limits later.'

As she walked through the crowds, she admired the rustic beauty of the city, the unique outfits of the people she walked by, and now that she was focusing, she can slightly tell the strength of the different adventurers from their auras. 'It looks like receiving Panacea's grace has improved my senses and instincts. No one worth their salt would've survived as long as I did if I didn't trust them.'

'It looks like I have another thing I can teach my Familia. Trusting one's senses and instincts and using them more precisely than one does passively should be something everyone should learn.'

These thoughts and a few plans were circulating her mind, as she continued onwards to her destination. It didn't take her long until she found herself in front of the Guild Hall once again.

This time, instead of the receptionists' desks, she went towards the long lines up at the Guild Familia Advisory area that she saw from yesterday. Their connected desks with separate partitions lined up this area of the Hall and there must've been 20 different advisors.

As she passed by receptions, she waved at Delilah; who waved right back at her with a grin on her face, and then she made her way to the very corner and lined up behind at least 20 people. 'This might take awhile...', she thought to herself, as she leaned against the wall.

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{After 1 hour and 45 minutes...}

'My god, that guy was such an asshole.', Dinah thought to herself while she fumed in silent anger.

Dinah was expecting a kind and courteous advisor, but what she got was an asshole of the highest degree. She didn't even get to register as an adventurer for her Familia because of that pompous ass. 'Why couldn't I have gotten someone like Delilah or Fiona?'

Dinah was now walking away from the Guild Familia Advisory area with calm, measured steps while she subconsciously emitted an aura of pure and utter loathing and rage. 'If I stayed any longer, I would've killed that piss ant low life. I will remember this Phillip, oh I will... you will rue the day you insulted my Familia and I...'

As she approached the library doors, she tried to calm down while her fake smile was still plastered on her face. 'I wasted an hour and 30 minutes of my life waiting in that line and then wasted 15 more minutes talking to a misogynistic, aggressive, pompous, and stupid looking douchebag.'

When she entered the library, Dinah didn't waste anytime in asking for the books she read yesterday as well as the titles for subjects she was interested in reading up on.

As she walked to a far off corner with her pile of books in hand, she slowly calmed down and bottled up that rage to use for another day. She imagined a bottle in her mind and her anger as a red formless blob. She envisioned placing that blob of anger into the bottle and when she closed it up with a cork, she felt herself instantly calmed down. 'I miss my baby bird. If he was here, then I would've instantly calmed down. I just know it.'

She found the perfect reading area at the farthest corner. In this corner of the library, she saw a single round wooden table with comfy looking chairs surrounding it. And the best part of all was that no one was there. She promptly dropped her collection of books, placed her satchel on the chair she chose to use, took out her journal and pen, and then she went and began her studies in the following books like a woman possessed.

- The History of Orario
- The top 50 Familia of prominent renown - Vol. 38 - The most recent in the current decade
- Falna, Status, and All things about the Grace of the Gods and Goddesses
- Idiot's Guide to the Dungeon
- Mothering in Orario - Vol. 3 - Mothers Unite
- Monster Guide - Vol. 6 - The Art of Not Dying

Dinah wrote down the important details she read while highlighting her thoughts about them, as well as putting down the hypothesis and questions she had pertaining to certain lines of information.

The new books she picked up alongside her current ones were listed as follows:

- Well-known Skills & Development Abilities and How to Obtain Them - Vol. 1
- Felix's Guide to Sewing, Leather Working, and the art of taking care of your outfit - The Making it look good, feel good, and actually functional Vol. ♤
- The Crime Familias of Orario - Vol. 1 - DANGER AROUND EVERY CORNER
- Heroes, Legends, Myths, and Fables

As she did her research, time flew by like sand in the wind. When Dinah felt that it was already lunch time, she stopped and started eating a couple of sandwiches while enjoying the cold and refreshing water quenching her thirst. As she ate, her thoughts were on some of the few major red flags she happened upon during her research.

One of the major red flags were of the state of everyone's knowledge on Falna. It's the name of the grace that the Gods and Goddesses have given to regular mortals, thus making them part of their Familia. The Falna can be strengthened by gaining Excelia. And to gain Excelia one either needs to train to get it, or go to the dungeon and fight monsters. 'But it doesn't make any sense. How come that's the only way to strengthen your Falna. They say the Excelia to increase ones parameters can only be obtained through hardship. Numerous Adventurers have challenged themselves time and time again in the dungeon, but most haven't even passed Level 2. Why is that?'

'It said that the Gods and Goddesses gave out Falna to make heroes, but there aren't as many mentioned in the books or in passing. And the ones mentioned in passing are almost always part of higher ranked exploration and dungeon diving Familias. That also doesn't make any sense. I've known heroes who were both powerful and skilled, but they're not heroes solely because of that. Their known as heroes because of how they use their powers and skills. Batman doesn't just fight criminals. He investigated crimes and helped the GCPD in solving them. The Flash used his speed to not only run after and catch criminals, but he also helped old ladies cross the street. He's also been known to stop fires and deliver critically injured people to the nearest hospitals. Oracle alone has stopped hundreds of cyber attacks and has helped the U.S. government shore up their cybersecurity. Maybe their doing things wrong here?', she thought to herself while exhaling slowly.

The next major red flag was the information about Skills & Development Abilities and how one can obtain them. It said a lot about the current situation in this city when the book she picked up was the only book ever published about Skills and Development Abilities. And she almost laughed out loud when the only Skills mentioned were Artel Assist and Crozzo Blood. One was a Supporter-type Skill while the other was about a well-known bloodline only Skill. Everything else in the book was about Development Abilities. 'It looks like everyone wants to keep their Skills on the down low, which I get, but having only 2 Skills mentioned in text. It's simply astounding to see; first hand, the greed in the hoarding of knowledge. You'd think a Skill where someone would be able to hit a monster with a single decisive strike somewhere vital within a second of encountering it or a Skill in something like first-aid would be mentioned, but it looks like that's a big fat "NO".'

Dinah slowly pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. 'They say getting Skills are rare, but there's literally hundreds of thousands of people with Falna in this city alone. If I had to guesstimate, there's probably millions of people with Falna around the world. Not every single God and Goddess live in this one city alone. The thought of getting a Skill and that it's as rare as getting struck by lightning; is just simple minded stupidity. I call bullshit and that the spread of information about it being rare is the cause. I hypothesize that the Falna doesn't just work physically but mentally as well. The sense of danger during dungeon diving and the battles against stronger and stronger monsters doesn't just wear someone down physically but also mentally. I've fought monsters like Doomsday, Darkseid; and his Parademons, Trigon, Solomon Grundy, and many others alongside my friends back then, so I know what I'm talking about. I know there's got to be something more to Falna. There's got to be something more to Skills and Development Abilities. But what?!'

And the last major red flag at this moment, were the number of Crime Familias in Orario. The number alone almost made Dinah toss the book across the room. It was just utterly ridiculous. Delilah's rumor mill was very informative, but this book takes the cake. Most of them reside either inside or around the Red Light District, but the number was simply staggering. 'And each and everyone of them has Falna... We have this many criminals running around; of whom are blessed by their Gods and Goddesses. And that's just in this city alone.'

"Fuck...", Dinah said quietly, as she finished her lunch. 'I need to strengthen my Familia fast. I need to secure our home quickly. I also need to do more research and stack the deck in my Familia's favor. I can't wait a week. I need to go to the dungeon tomorrow. This city isn't safe. We're slightly fortunate that our home is near one of the main roads and that the other homes and buildings near us are unoccupied, but they won't stay that way forever. Where there's empty buildings, criminals will eventually crawl in like cockroaches, then they'll breed, fortify, and spread.'

'Damn...'

"The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge. Wise words by Daniel J. Boorstin.", Dinah said to herself with understanding. 'I need to question everything I know, the information I received, and the very laws of this world itself. What I find out may not be true or gives the illusion of truth. Knowledge is power, but false knowledge is false power...'

Dinah looked at where she left off in her research and at her journal with slight trepidation. 'I wonder what other red flags will show themselves to me.'

She spent a few more minutes trying to relax her mind, before she dove right back into her research. 'Hmmm... if there's monsters like this around, I wonder if there's a monster that can paralyze you with a gaze...'

When Dinah Laurel Lance; a.k.a. the Black Canary, thought she was about to succumb to her injuries; after she and her allies fought the rising regime of Superman, Dr. Fate stepped in and took her away.

Dr. Fate dropped her off in an unknown world with the words, "Live a better and happier life. You're only 24 and you've already got a precious son to take care of. You've helped save our world countless times from threats too great and terrible as the Black Canary. I think it's time for you to be Dinah Laurel Lance and raise your son right."

Dinah; with her adorable son in her arms, finds herself in the continent of Eden and she travels north to reach the City of Orario. What Familia will she join? Will she survive the perils of the dungeon? Will she attain her happiness? How will the Gods and Goddesses of the land react to her changing presence in this world? You'll have to read to find out.

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