Born from Nothing (Young Justice/DC, Godlike semi SI)

[MiyazakiFan18]

Batman then revealed a hologram. There was some murmuring at the table. "Wait, what is that supposed to be?" asked Shayera. Batman explained with grim but clear detail. "A deity inside the physical body of a human." (Godlike OC, semi SI) Crossposted on fanfic.net and Spacebattles.

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Chapter One: Shown Good Faith

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"Normal speech."

"(Anything the MC can't understand.)"

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For as long as I can remember I had no idea who I was.

My earliest memories are of crawling around in the woods where I lived and searching for food. What little I found must've been enough to sustain me. I explored a bit when I learned to walk by using the trees and rocks for support.

Then I was big enough to run, which was when I ate mainly berries and was able to reach the edge of the forest. I was scared to leave, this was the only home I understood.

Since I was young, there were beasts in the forest, some animals kinder than others, but none of them sought violence upon me even when they looked right at me. When I found two of them fighting, causing havoc right by me, I ran and hid, my fear so strong I became part of the trees.

A small time later I created a tool, able to fashion twine from nearby fibers I found from flax I had found in the fields by the forest. I combined it with a jagged black rock I found to be sharp enough to be attached to a stick, which I then used to hunt fish in the stream.

My body appeared to form a part of the things I touched. Like some rocks, and when I tested it by touching a beast I knew to be an elk, I desired it, and became one too.

I was still hesitant to leave the forest, but one night I saw strange lights close by when I approached the edge of the woods. They were moving, and then they disappeared off into the distance.

Oddly, I saw it happen again, and this was enough to make me want to approach.

There I saw a rolling beast fly past me, its eyes glowing strongly enough to illuminate the air. Fascinating.

In the morning, I decided to explore the world around my forest.

For the first time in my life, my feet touched something that wasn't grass. It was hard, and like stone. It was the path the beasts followed last night. I began to follow this path, until I saw an oncoming beast. And for the first time in my life, I saw another being that looked just like me! A nose, hair, and skin.

The strange beasts that lit up the night were not beasts, rather they were a form of transportation for other…me's.

When I walked far enough from the forest I found a whole group of structures made out of red colored stone, along with encirclements of crafted wood to keep out beasts I had never seen before.

I approached them, they had long snouts, a mane of hair and four legs with hooves for feet, just like elks.

I touched them, petting their faces, and they did not mind.

I had gained another form.

The structures turned out to be homes for other me's, females and males, young and old alike. The me in the house was strange, he wore woven garments to cover his body, for reasons I did not know.

Before he could see me I lay flat on the ground by his home, melting into the grass.

He soon left and then I fled, I had seen enough for today.

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I returned the next morning and the next, and began to spend more time exploring.

The me's who lived in this group all communicated with each by making sounds. The sounds were strange to me, but the more I listened some things began to make sense.

This was a "village" and I was "human" or as they said "person." I learned what "horse" meant and "food."

In the night, they created strange red energies that glowed bright out of wood, and when they left it alone for a moment, I pressed my hands into it. It was, hot. My body became the energy too!

When a man returned, shocked to see my arm glowing just like what came from what he created on the ground, he made a loud noise.

Without meaning to part of my arm shout outward, spreading outwards all over the ground.

"Fu-ego! Fu-ego!" I heard the man shout, others appearing close.

I became a horse in the darkness, and ran.

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I waited a few days to return to the village.

I had not hurt anyone I determined, but I looked into a home, seeing a magic box portray moving pictures on it. Atop the home a strange thin gray tree carried a cloth piece that waved in the wind. It was a bright sun atop a white field accompanied by two blue rays.

They had strange customs to clean and cook for themselves. They used "maquinas" that I knew to be devices man had designed to prepare food, straighten their hair, and prevent food from spoiling by using a cooling box of some kind.

They also would enter a room and leave cleaner, steam having been left on glass window panes. I merely used the river in my forest.

The next day I found the transportation boxes men and women used to move about and touched it. I discovered the substance it was made out of was metal called so by the locals. When I touched it as I expected, I had something new I could transform into.

Some time passed, everyday learning more and more about them and myself.

Then one night I was listening in to a group of them around a campfire, too closely. They saw me all reacting with disgust and fear.

In embarrassment, I flew back to my home as an elk.

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Why did they hate me so much?

I looked at myself in the reflection of the river. I looked just like them, same color of hair, same bodies, same everything.

I concluded that there was a crucial difference, well many but one in particular that set us apart.

I set out that day and stole the garments they wore, a roughly used pair of dark trousers and a white shirt. I didn't like to steal but I had no other choice, if I could make them myself to fit in with my own kind I would.

Now, I walked around and nobody seemed to care that I did or notice me. I suspected that everyone looked away too fast last night or it was too dark to fully see me.

As I looked around, I was glad I could learn more about myself and others like me.

About a month passed of me milling about in the town, catching fish back at my river, and

learning more about the customs people had.

I learned what work was, a man with a truck had me move boxes of his produce about. He ordered this by just pointing and speaking and I got it. The other young men struggled at times, but the moment I touched a box and was able to sense I could turn parts of my body into what I held for some reason, it got very easy.

He placed weird rectangular paper sheets all crumpled up in my hands and drove off without another word.

I was confused, before realizing this was the reward for helping him. The exchange was work for paper. Strange, wondered what it could be used for.

The next day I found out this was called currency or "plata" meaning money to me and the town. I had no real need of it yet except the day I entered a shop and the lady in charge flew me out the door with a broom yelling about "zapatillas!"

Huh.

In the street outside, I noticed quickly that she was referring to shoes, cobbled pieces of leather protecting their feet from damage. I looked at my own, seeing that I had no damage to mine but that wasn't what she meant. The lady wanted her shop clean and my feet were dragging in filth.

Turned out what I earned in a day bought me half of what it cost to get shoes, and by listening to a few of the farmers I realized that shoes were a whole town over.

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After finding work a few days later again, I was able to buy a pair of shoes, using my horse form to make the journey shorter. My feet didn't like them, but I wanted to see what was inside the shop.

When the lady came to reprimand me again I showed her now I was wearing shoes. She waved a hand over her shoulder and returned behind the counter.

There was such a wide variety of foods that it was astounding. Bags of potato crisps and treats of all kinds. Refrigerators housing cold drinks of any sort. And by the front counter things I could not yet understand the need for like lottery tickets, whatever a cell phone was, and these weird pills that enhanced things I did not yet remotely understand.

Instead, I just bought whatever I could with the food I got from working.

And that gave me a certain rhythm.

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For the next two years I just worked and kept my head down, but I was starting to encounter a problem.

I got hungrier. I tried to transform into a cat, a hissy animal I found in an alleyway, and just observe the town all day from rooftops, but I couldn't. For some reason, my body could not maintain these forms for longer than about seven hours.

No matter how much I ate, two bags of chips and an empanada one night, it wasn't enough.

The degree of hunger I had was likely also due to how much I was developing my abilities. With metal, I formed my body into any shape I could imagine. I even felt the ability to start controlling metal objects with my mind. I discovered if I tried really hard enough I could levitate my body a little.

At first it was tricky, I fell out of the air the second I did it. But then it became easier the more I practiced.

I started to hunt the animals in the wild. I killed beasts in my forest for the first time, using fire that I could project from my hands and the metal spikes I could turn my arms into to kill for food. Using my fire to blaze them, cooking them into venison and the like.

A few months later and I realized that if I kept hunting the woods would be devoid of wildlife. It was the same for the surrounding plains, I took to stealing as much food as I could from the villagers without them noticing the best I could. And it still was not enough.

So, I turned to another option, stealing from the cattle farmers. At first it was easy, sneaking a cow or two away in the night. But the town caught onto this, and began to post guards armed with rifles, long wooden and metal weapons, throughout the night.

My hunger grew and I had to knock out a man with what was commonly known as a "gaucho hat" or cowboy around here, to steal my food.

I butchered the cow by shoving my metal sword arm through its neck and began to cultivate its meat by cooking it over a fire I had made in the forest.

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The next morning a town meeting was held in the only church here, I spied on it as a cat, everyone knowing a farmer was knocked out. It was also known that the culprit was most likely me, being the only true loner in the town who would have no family to risk from all the cow thievery.

The older woman in charge of our only convenience store vouched for me, saying that I helped out from to time. But was shot down, as aside from that, I did not contribute in any way shape or form to the town.

With the town in agreement that it had to be me, they would allow me to at least be brought in willingly for questioning first instead of shot or arrested on sight. I was now a wanted man.

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I considered leaving to our country's capital of Buenos Aires, or maybe even to a new country altogether. With my abilities, I could do almost anything with the right amount of time. But no, I knew something had to be done now.

Key word, almost. Food and money were the only things I was unable to create.

With the degree of hunger I possessed with my powers, I'd be running from this all my life.

So I would stand and fight. Send them all packing and always return night after night until there was nothing left to eat and move onto the next town.

I found a man with a rifle trotting through the forest, likely part of the group of men sent to demand my surrender before capturing me.

He barely looked in time as I turned into a larger than average deer and knocked him off his horse by spearing his mount with my horns.

I quickly pulled them back out as the horse rode off, and the man on the ground groaned. I jabbed him too for good measure, leaving him bleeding in the river.

Then I turned into another beast, one I only turned into because I found it in a cave using my bird form and slashed it when I dropped and turned into a human. After that I touched its corpse and could use it.

A ferocious cougar with flames on my claws.

Two mounted men with rifles were about to open fire before I jumped and slashed one right in the chest, disabling him. His friend nearby on the hill shot at me and I dodged easily dashing side to side before attacking his horse's throat.

When he fell with a crushed leg on the ground I sunk my jaws into his shoulder.

"Is that fire on that cat!?"

"Who cares!? Shoot it!"

I bounded in zig zags dodging rifle fire and spread the fire forwards, crisping the grass as it quickly expanded and resulted in their mounts bucking them off.

Mid air I turned into a Maned Wolf and latched myself onto one's arm. The other had the wind knocked out them from the fall, almost recovered when I ravaged his leg with my fangs.

He reached for his rifle and I dashed to his wrist, giving it the deepest, snappiest and strongest bite I could.

The remaining seven or so men all fell the same way, I combo'd them with fire and animal transformations.

In my wolf form I feasted on a few cows, many nervous at the sight of me mooing loudly, but not remotely fast enough to do anything about it. I wished it wasn't so, but meat tasted better when I was in animal form.

Then I disappeared into the night leaving flames and chaos behind me.

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I ran.

In my horse form I ran and ran and ran. I ran as far as my hooves could carry me. I finally rested an entire day later, in a giant scrapyard by an abandoned trailer park.

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I awoke to a giant loudspeaker.

"Surrender yourself! Surrender yourself now or we will open fire!"

I was sleeping in my human form on a shipping container in the middle of nowhere, how did they find me so quickly? I stood up slowly.

"Do not move! Put your hands behind your head and lie face first on the ground!"

While I was quite unfamiliar with the exact laws and customs of our society, having lived alone in a forest and spending the day quietly working or standing on a sidewalk for years. I still knew there were only two outcomes here.

I'd be executed, or spending life in prison. Because this level of dedication to my arrest was staggering.

There were dozens of men in black armor and helmets, with goggles and rifles different from those I saw in the village. Spread out across the entire junkyard around me, guns pointed directly at me.

I was not going to surrender.

This many guns and this many men. I could die, which sent fear racing through me for the first time I can really remember.

I floated quickly into the air and channeled as much focus as I could into controlling anything metal. Their cars, shipping crates, empty trailers, and a few guns all floated upwards, then I sent them flying in all directions.

As they ducked for cover, I held my hands out and shot as much fire as I could everywhere.

About a dozen or so lawmen began to try to pepper me with rifle fire, and I stopped all the bullets mid-air with my abilities. I began to absorb all the metal around me into a big ball, a shipping crate, bullets, a car or two. And then I sent it out in sizable needles, shooting them everywhere and making everyone hide.

A flying vehicle above got me with a few bullets when a man there fired on me. I was sure I must've been severely hurt, maybe injured at the very least. But I looked downward, the bullets had only scratched my body a bit, a tiny amount of blue liquid was seen in the cuts.

I transformed the metal spike shooting ball into a long thin spear, and launched it right at the flying vehicle. It had no time to maneuver away, slicing it clean in half.

As I watched it fall to the ground, someone rescued the men inside. A blue blur dropped down just in time to lay half of the flying vehicle safely on the ground.

Then he floated upwards, wearing a big red S on his chest and a red cape. He crossed his arms while looking at me, very upset but calm nonetheless.

I turned when I heard something move behind me. There was a man wearing a dark cape and a cowl, and he was holding small and sharp metal items in his hands. Near him, a woman with black hair and an outfit more flamboyant than either of them holding a golden lasso.

The man in the dark suit spoke first. "Come with us. We won't ask twice."

If they found me and had powers, just like me, there was no running from these people, whoever they were.

I squinted for a moment at all three of them, and I could hear an attack coming through the air nearby.

The man in blue tried to tackle me, I had already dropped down to the ground, rooting myself through the earth and forming a solid and tall block of pure metal.

I felt someone or something very powerful bounce off one of the four edges of the rectangle I turned my body into. It was strong enough to unroot me almost all the way.

The next strike came from the woman, who punched me well into the air. I transformed as I fell, turning into a wolf, breathing fire everywhere.

Not affecting him, the dark cowled man used a weapon that released two metal hooks that sunk through my pelt. Bolts of energy channeled their way through strings and hit me for several seconds.

They didn't appear to hurt me at all, so I guess that was just another thing I've absorbed to transform into and release.

Seeing I was distracted looking at the man in the black suit in surprise, she used her lasso on me with a lot of speed.

"(Stop fighting!)" she demanded.

I struggled with her.

The man in the air came at me with a punch but I transformed into water and slipped into the ground. I tried to escape by turning into pure fire, something I had never been able to do until just now from how hard they pushed me.

Before I fly away, they closed in on all sides.

I tried roasting them with both hands, using every inch of my blaze attacks. My flamethrower had no real effect as they pushed towards me, protecting their faces.

The man in the blue suit began to use a very strong breath freezing me in place for a moment. Even made of fire the breath was strong enough to start crystallizing my body.

I struggled, but the woman's lasso caught me again, and I couldn't transform again having been caught with so much ice.

I saw both men nod to each other to punch me in the face at the same time. Before I could even blink I believe I was knocked out cold.

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Imprisoned in the strongest possible cell on The Watchtower, every countermeasure was taken.

The boy didn't look like much. He would appear like any other peasant in his early to mid teenage years with quite long messy dark hair. He laid on the white bench that passed for his bed while bound in special chains.

"He fought all three of us for over a minute and a half, who is this kid?" wondered Superman.

Batman glanced at him. "I just finished running my tests, I'll tell you at the meeting."

"How long has he been sleeping?"

"Ten hours," he checked his holo watch. "My guess is that is the first bit of real rest he's had in a long time."

"We did hit him pretty hard."

The boy stirred.

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I woke up, the men who captured me were across an orange energy barrier looking at me.

"Hello." the man in the black cowl said through the barrier.

"Hey." I replied.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"What?"

"What's your name?" he asked clearer.

I shrugged. "Never had one I guess."

They seemed to accept this.

The man in the blue suit asked something I didn't understand. "(Where are you from? Who do you work for?)"

"(Do you think he knows that either?)" the other man replied in words I still couldn't understand.

"You where? Boss. Boss, who boss?"

It was almost funny how badly he tried speaking to me.

"(Your Spanish is terrible. Go to the meeting hall, I'll be there in a bit.)"

"Sorry about that. And sorry for arriving late."

"Late?"

We proceeded to talk for a bit, and it became clear to me how little I knew. I kind of already knew how little I knew, but he made it clearer.

He introduced himself as Batman, one of the leaders of the Justice League. In this world, superheroes, those with powers, dedicated themselves to protecting the World.

I then asked. "Then why am I still here?"

"You're a liability until we know what to do with you."

His vocabulary was much better than mine, I'd say I only knew half of what he said but I got the intention well enough to reply.

Batman asked what my life had been like, all the things I did, and I explained it the best I could. He seemed to be in thought for a moment and then he walked off.

…

All the main members of the Justice League gathered around the table.

"We have a situation," Batman said, taking a seat with everyone else.

The Flash then spoke sarcastically. "Oh, you think?"

"This may very well be one of, if not the hardest, decisions we will take as a team," said Batman. "The Argentine government is demanding retribution. We will not stop getting pressure until there's an answer for what happened."

"What's the deal? Why wasn't this kid in school or in a program of some sort anyway?" wondered Green Arrow, casually stroking his finely combed beard.

Batman placed his hand on the horseshoe shaped table fixing his seat. "The Argentines are notoriously bad with Metahumans. Any and all of them are made government agents or are made to disappear. After the last dictator in Argentina was a Metahuman, the new government swore that they'd never be in danger of them again."

"Which is why when we heard there was one spotted in Argentina we went as quickly as good to get to them before they were arrested." said Superman.

Black Canary wasn't convinced. "Not to doubt you three, then how in the world wasn't the kid captured before he got to his age now? He was on his own right?"

"Because he's not a Metahuman." Batman then revealed a hologram.

There was some murmuring at the table. There was a light yellow outline of a male human figure, inside, spinning black and blue bubbles of varying sizes in a cloudy shape.

"Wait, what is that supposed to be?" asked Shayera.

Batman explained with grim but clear detail. "A deity inside the physical body of a human. I have no idea if this is the child of another God, or a smaller piece of a similar being that fractured off of it."

"What do you mean by God? Like Zeus, like Diana's father?" inquired The Flash.

"No, like a being so powerful it could easily be any God humanity conceived of. Did you ever hear the phrase 'All religions are the same.'?"

"The one I heard was all religions are equally boring."

No one laughed at The Flash's joke.

"Well the phrase is not entirely wrong. Some believe the same outside force was interacting with early civilizations at different times in history." said Batman. "Beings like this one came from outside our understanding, from the farthest reaches of the universe or maybe other dimensions. All the powers he has I gave to you in my report from what I observed and what he's told me."

"Yeah I've seen it." Hal Jordan said. "If it's the case that he's a God, then why does he need to touch something first before he turns into it?"

"He resisted the Lasso of Truth." pointed out Wonder Woman. "That alone is enough to convince me he has Godlike power. However, judging by his degree of limited understanding, he's like still an infant by a God's standards."

"I've managed to collect traces of his blood." said Batman. "His biology cannot be fully determined by modern science. His power allows him to rearrange and change atoms practically at will. At some point, he should be able to create them. Which is why his kind were able to create our entire existence, everything in the universe."

"Why can't he create them now? Why did he have to kill all those farm animals to eat if he's a God?" wondered Martian Manhunter.

"Because not only do his powers need to develop and grow regardless if they're Godlike. But whoever designed him, or if he merely came into existence it's unclear, gave him human attributes outside of appearance like his physical exterior. This manifests in his hunger."

He explained further. "Beings like this probably existed for incomprehensible amounts of time before they began to appear to us. So imagine one with the physical equivalent of being a baby by comparison. The more he grows the more he eats. When he's fully grown, he would have very developed abilities."

"So why did he resist your taser? And how come he was able to fight some of the top members of the Justice League longer than any teenager should?"

Batman glanced up at the hologram for a moment. "His nervous system is not a normal one, whatever forms his base consciousness and reflexes aren't strictly tied to cells in his body. Meaning unless you're fighting with means beyond physical matter, there's no way to beat his reflexes. At least, eventually that is."

"But why didn't he die as a baby? Was he just reincarnated as a small child?" someone asked.

"Judging from what he told me, regular predators never bothered him. All animals were docile towards him no matter the species."

"Meaning?" said The Flash.

"That they must've innately recognized being like him as creators of anything and everything. These types of beings are the kind that can bring entire universes into existence."

"Are you sure about all of this?" Superman looked directly to him, on his left.

"When things like this happen, it's hard to be sure about anything. But with every bit of data I gathered, yes. I'm sure."

Everyone sat in silence.

"So then what do we do with him?" The Flash asked the obvious question.

"We can't hand him over to the Argentine government." Batman said.

"Why not?" responded Wonder Woman. "He killed three people and wounded thirty four others. If we don't move fast or get a handle on this it'll reflect badly on us."

"He committed a crime necessary to his survival," said Batman. "And was then hunted for it. While he can talk and understand, his Spanish is very rough. And he has never had a roof over his head, a family, school, or any way to survive in rural Southern America but with his powers. Hiding until you starved, or running off to steal food piecemeal for the rest of your life, are not things I would've done in his shoes."

"He already murdered people. You do realize that if he is as powerful as you say, he can turn against us one day right?" The Flash asked.

Superman was deeply thoughtful for a moment as they discussed.

"I didn't," he said.

"What?" Flash looked at him.

"I never became evil." said Superman.

"Well yeah you had parents." Flash replied.

"Exactly, parents. Who made the decision to adopt me. Even if I don't trust him, I do know this. If I had grown up in a town like mine, without a family, living on my own since the day I realized where I was. I don't think I would've turned out the way I did. The deaths of those Argentine armymen is unfortunate, truly it is. But if we never show him a better path, things will only get worse for others like him."

"Which is why we created the Justice League to begin with," said Batman before anyone could say anything else. "That we had a responsibility beyond world governments to protect peace."

He stood up, pushing his chair out. "Many often say they never asked to be born. Well, at least they had the luxury of being born human. This child didn't have that luxury, and because we were able to help him when he did. Before things got much worse for him and the world hunted him down. We can live up to our promises as heroes."

"His hunger will only grow, and it grew too much for him in the most rural part of a country where almost half of all people are poor," said Superman. "He will not have a normal diet for a long time I imagine. It's not up to us to feed him, but we need to give him sort of chance."

Batman spoke. "We will vote. The yays will vote letting us decide on where to send him, and the nays will release him into the custody of Argentina."

"Those in favor?"

A fair number of the Justice League raised their hands.

"Those opposed?"

Slightly less raised their hands. Hal Jordan and Wonder Woman did not like the results of this.

"The motion passes," Batman said swiftly. "Now we discuss if we let him go free, or explain he'll keep our protection if he joins this team that's just begun to form."

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A/N: I cannot remember the last time I wrote a fic for DC. Maybe three years ago? Anyway I plan to vaguely follow the storylines of the first two seasons of Young Justice, but I do plan on including Roy Harper a bit differently.

Very important! I will use third person very very sparingly. This one chapter I used it actually because it would be awkward to plop the MC there to listen to everyone talking about him in a language he doesn't understand. Other than that everything will be first person.

Right now, it is pretty damn hard to get him to bleed, but without spoiling too much with the right training and time passing, that. May or may not go away.

The real changes begin after season 1.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Happy Halloween!

 

[SharkCultist]

Godlike power beyond mortal comprehension.

Now in Espanol.

 

[Apollo_Man]

Godlike power beyond mortal comprehension.

Now in Espanol.

Click to shrink...

Will that mean he have the potential to defeat Goku tho–?

*Gets smashed in the head*

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Chapter Two: A Cave to House Me

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Batman returned. "This is Superman; he has asked me to translate everything he says to you." The man with dark hair and a massive build wearing a blue suit with a red cape crossed his arms.

I heard him through the cell walls.

"I want you to know that I understand what it's like to be you," said Superman through Batman's words. "I came from another world, too. I woke up on a planet that didn't know what I was, didn't trust what I could do. But I made a choice. I chose to protect it. Not because I had to. Because I wanted to, I saw the good in the world outside of the confusion and acted.

"You have that same choice now. And I need you to understand what happens if you make the wrong one. If you ever use your power to harm the innocent, for control, or pleasure, or vengeance, then I will stop you again."

The degree as to which he made this declaration so validly and calmly told me he was really doing his best not to hurt me when I was captured. I don't think I wanted to fight this man again, the message he made was clear. I did not blame him, in his place, I'd do the same.

"Tell him I believe him, and will do my best to do as he said."

"(He says he's fine with everything you told him.)" said Batman, in what I was starting to believe was English, the only language in Argentina that my village had on a few parts of magazines and items.

Superman seemed convinced, uncrossing his arms. "(Let him out.)"

They released me from the cell.

"We have a young team of heroes that has just formed, you'll be staying with them until the Justice League determines otherwise." says Batman calmly. "You know the consequences of what happens if you waste this second chance."

I did.

I noticed Superman was about to leave when I told him. "Thanks brother."

He was confused and then answered. "You're - wel- come. Broth-er." he said slowly with a heavy accent. Batman still looked a bit dissapointed that Superman's Spanish was still basic.

They led me towards a machine where a woman with blonde hair and her arms crossed was waiting. Then the machine began to whir up a bunch of energy, I think they wanted me to step into it.

…

"(Recognized: Black Canary. Zero-Seven.)"

I looked around what appeared to be a large cave. It had been adapted into a dwelling, the nicest I've seen even though it was clearly under a mountain.

Everyone in the cave noticed our arrival.

A girl with green skin was the first to notice. "(Oh! You're back!)" she said brightly, floating forward. "(Did Batman send a-)" Her voice trailed when she saw me.

A serious looking boy with gills turned from the training console, his calm gaze assessing. Another boy saw me. A perfect copy of a younger looking Superman stiffened as if on instinct, folding his arms. A redheaded kid leaned against the couch, already smirking. And someone else watched quietly from the railing above, mask hiding his eyes but not his curious look.

Black Canary as I believe she was called by the computer, let the moment stretch before she spoke. "(Everyone, this is… well,)" She glanced at me. "(He doesn't have a name yet. You'll be helping him get settled.)"

The redheaded kid blinked. "(He doesn't have a name?)"

"(No)," She said evenly. "(Or a full grasp of language yet. He's learning fast, but missions are off the table until we're sure he's in control of himself.)"

The kid up top tilted his head. "(Control of what, exactly?)"

Redhead crossed his arms. "(Yeah, what kind of 'not normal powers' are we talking about here? Because 'not normal' sounds like something we should maybe be worried about.)"

Black Canary's eyes flicked to him, calm but sharp. "(The kind)," she said, "(the Justice League insists will be your concern when the time comes.)"

That shut him up. I had no clue what he said but I'm sure it was nosy from his tone.

The boy watched them all, studying, absorbing. Their stances, their tones, the subtle warmth between them. It was nothing like the sterile Watchtower.

Black Canary put a hand lightly on my shoulder. "(Come on. I'll show you your room.)"

She began to lead me somewhere and I followed her without question.

…
She stopped in front of the door and tapped the panel. It slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a small but clean space: a narrow bed, a dresser, a mirror, and a compact shower alcove. More comfort than he'd ever known.

She turned towards me. "(This'll be your room from now on)," she said. "(No locks, no guards. Just… a door.)"

I stepped inside slowly, scanning every detail. This was very foreign to me. The sheets looked impossibly white. The air smelled faintly of detergent and steel.

Black Canary hesitated, folding her arms loosely. For a moment, she wasn't sure how to phrase it. "(You can… consider this place home)," she said finally, the words coming out softer than she expected.

That was one word I knew for sure in English. 'Casa' in my language. 'Home' in hers.

I turned to her. "Home?" I repeated carefully, testing the word.

She nodded once. "Yeah. Home."

For a second, I just stood there, then gave a small, uncertain smile. "Thank you."

Dinah smiled back. "(You're welcome)." She introduced herself with the same skill as Superman. "I…am…Dinah."

I didn't blame either her or Superman for not knowing Spanish, I imagined most of where they operated as Superheroes likely all spoke English alone.

I nodded. "Dinah." I repeated her name.

…

I stood alone in the quiet room for a long time. This comfort didn't make sense. It looked soft, too soft. For years, sleep had meant dirt, branches, stone, or the narrow ridges of city roofs, perfect for when I liked napping as a cat. I pressed a hand against the blanket, feeling the strange give of it under my palm.

Eventually, curiosity drew me to the small door beside the dresser. Steam fogged the mirror when I turned the nozzle, startling me at first.

I didn't have this in my woods or near the village; if it existed, I never saw it.

I reached under the spray, then stepped fully into the shower, feeling water run through my hair, down my arms, no rain or river felt this good.

I didn't even realize I was smiling, first time I really remember doing so.

I found a set of clothes in the closet: tan shorts, a red t-shirt, and nothing else really. They fit well enough. The air felt lighter without all the dirt and dust clinging to me.

In the bathroom I also found what appeared to be a shaving kit, I didn't have much facial hair at all, but the tiny bits I did have were kinda noticeable, so I got rid of it.

When I stepped back into the hallway, everyone seemed to be milling about. Voices murmured faintly from an area with couches and a television. I followed their voices until I saw her again, Dinah, seated on the couch, a cup of tea cooling beside her.

I approached slowly, then extended my hand, revealing a long pair of silver scissors.

She looked up, blinking in mild confusion. "(What's this?)"

I lifted my other hand and ran it through my messy, very long, and dirty hair. My village never had a barber so once every few years I'd have to find a razor of some kind, hack off what I could and move on.

Dinah set the cup aside and studied me for a second, then exhaled a small laugh. "(You want me to cut it?)"

I nodded once, I don't think I'd want anyone else I've met thus far to cut it.

For the first time since she'd met him, there was no fear, no tension. Just trust, simple and quiet.

She smiled. "(Alright, kid. Let's get you cleaned up.)"

…

"(I've never… actually cut hair before)," she admitted softly, her gaze flicking up to meet mine.

The boy with gills and Superman's copy walked off boredly. But the other smaller kid with dark hair and the mask was watching quietly.

I waited patiently as Dinah worked, snipping off hair around me, sort of looking like she knew what she was doing. The floating green girl watched too, at a distance.

Dinah kept her focus, cutting evenly, listening to the soft snip-snip of the scissors. Occasionally, I'd feel her pause, brushing strands away.

Once she finished cutting, she stepped back and brushed the loose hair from my shoulders.

She gave me a mirror. My face, once half-hidden behind a wild curtain of dark hair, now looked almost delicate. Combined with the clean shave I had given myself earlier, and the simple tan shorts and red t-shirt, I didn't recognize myself, no dirt, no grime, no wild feral marks I had gotten from all the years of basically living like a wild animal.

I don't know what the black haired kid told Dinah, but I knew it was a compliment. One she definitely earned.

I ran a hand over my shorter hair, feeling the lightness, the freedom. I glanced down at the mirror, then up at Dinah, trying to look grateful.

For the first time in my entire life, I felt one thing:

That I would be safe no matter what tomorrow.

…

This brought on a degree of joy I had never felt before in my thirteen years of life, so I looked outside, and saw a beautiful ocean.

An ocean! So much water, more than I had ever seen.

I began to run towards it, ignoring a shout, and then I flew down the beach.

The moment I touched water I dove in, transforming into pure water. I began to move in the ocean itself, very quickly, my instinct was exploration, fascination.

I found so many different schools of fish. An elegant squid, and a scary shark. None of them frightened me.

But nothing compared to a dolphin, sleek and cheeky, twisting and spinning near me. I transformed into a squid, and the dolphin circled me, playful but aware, sensing something different. This honestly shocked me.

It was so smart it could tell I was still the same dolphin that had just transformed in front of it.

I matched its movements, twisting and spiraling through the water. Transformations followed, turtles, all sort of sea life I found. For the first time in my life, I realized I could connect with life around me not as a predator, not as a threat, but as part of it.

I lingered near the dolphin, gliding through the water in squid form, the sunlight dancing in shafts through the waves. For the first time, I felt truly connected, not just observing life, but part of it.

Suddenly, it clicked. Without touching the dolphin, without moving a muscle, I felt my own chest glow faintly: blue streaked with black, pulsing with energy. I knew what it was telling me.

All life had begun here. All life had come from water.

I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. Every fiber of my being hummed with the unity of this connection. If I could connect with this dolphin so deeply then why not any animal?

I focused. Thought of the dolphin. And in an instant, I transformed. My body shifted, sleek and silver, tail slicing through the water, fins cutting gracefully through the current. I was a dolphin.

My new friend clicked and chirped, spinning circles around me as if in approval.

I began to mimic the sounds, experimenting with pitch and rhythm. Within moments, I could speak in dolphin tongue. My companion understood him immediately, circling closer, listening.

I made a show for everyone watching on the beach. A family of dolphins leapt and spun, riding massive waves and splashing water high into the sky, posing for Dinah.

I even waved a fin directly at her, saluting her.

 

[Apollo_Man]

He protecc.
He attack.

Most importantly,
He wave bacc.

 

[trashtaker]

I know he's a god and all but like.

Isn't forcing him to be in young justice child labor?

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

I know he's a god and all but like.

Isn't forcing him to be in young justice child labor?

Click to shrink...

Letting Shawn go is a bad idea, he'd basically be right back where he started in the wild. He has no education, no money or parents, all he can do is eat and hunt as a wild animal. And they can't keep him in prison.

 

[Eternal Yujin]

Watching our boy here experience the small joys of life is nice.

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

I turned to her, something raw and almost fragile in his eyes. "Home?" he repeated carefully, testing the word.

Click to shrink...

I followed their voices until he saw her again — Dinah, seated on the couch, a cup of tea cooling beside her.

Click to shrink...

Combined with the clean shave I had given himself earlier, and the simple tan shorts and red t-shirt, I didn't recognize myself

Click to shrink...

I closed his eyes, letting the sensation wash over me.

Click to shrink...

Please be mindful about constantly switching between first person and third person pronouns when narrating from the same POV. It really messes with the immersion and makes the story a bit less enjoyable.

Isn't forcing him to be in young justice child labor?

Click to shrink...

*the team

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Please be mindful about constantly switching between first person and third person pronouns when narrating from the same POV. It really messes with the immersion and makes the story a bit less enjoyable.



*the team

Click to shrink...

Thanks, just fixed it.

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

Thanks, just fixed it.

Click to shrink...

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

I have written out a whole lot of the story, and determined only the intro of the story works best in first person. I will be posting the rest shortly in third.

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

I have written out a whole lot of the story, and determined only the intro of the story works best in first person. I will be posting the rest shortly in third.

Click to shrink...

Or... you could just write the MC's pov in 1st person and write everyone else's in 3rd? That way, there's some suspense cos the MC won't appear like an Omniscient god and we'd all be surprised along side him.

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Or... you could just write the MC's pov in 1st person and write everyone else's in 3rd? That way, there's some suspense cos the MC won't appear like an Omniscient god and we'd all be surprised along side him.

Click to shrink...

There are some decently emotional beats in this fic, but it's part and parcel that for a character like this, that little surprises him.

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Chapter Three: Poco por Poco

...

By the time he returned to shore, the boy was grinning beneath his wet hair, still smelling of salt and sea. He had a gift for Dinah, a marlin, caught effortlessly while in shark form. He nudged it onto the sand, proud, teeth glinting in a small, shy smile.

Aqualad approached slowly, shaking his head in disbelief. "I… I never imagined someone could turn into both water and any animal they want. That's… unreal."

The boy simply clicked softly, nudging the marlin closer to Dinah.

Dinah, unsure how to respond to this gesture of thanks, cleared her throat. "Uh… thank you," she said awkwardly, accepting the fish. Her lips twitched into a faint smile, and she turned toward Mount Justice. "I'll get lunch ready. It's… about that time anyway."

Inside, the kitchen filled with the sounds of sizzling oil and chopping. Dinah worked quickly, seasoned and fried the swordfish to perfection, paired with fluffy white rice. When she called everyone to the table, the aroma alone was enough to make mouths water.

One by one, the young heroes settled into their seats. Megan hovered excitedly, Robin and Aqualad scanning the dishes with appreciation, and Wally cracking a small joke about how lucky the fish hadn't seen the boy coming.

"Thank you, Dinah," the group chorused, genuine smiles on their faces.

Dinah nodded, returning their thanks with a quiet pride. "Enjoy. Be careful with the fish; it's fresh."

In the span of two minutes, the time it took Dinah to hand everyone their plates and finally sit herself, the boy had already finished his. Empty plate. Not a scrap left.

He leaned back, content, chest rising and falling steadily. For the first time in his life, he had food he didn't have to hunt under threat of danger, prepared by someone who cared. The first true meal he had prepared to him on an actual table and he barely gave himself the chance to enjoy it.

Dinah glanced at him, faintly amused and slightly astonished. "Wow… you really were hungry."

He clicked softly in reply, almost like a chuckle. Then, for the first time that day, he relaxed. The ocean, the dolphins, the sun, the team, and the food, all of it was part of a world he was finally starting to belong to.

The team looked at him strangely, eyes wide, as he finished his plate in what felt like mere seconds. The boy, noticing their stares, glanced down, a hint of embarrassment creeping into his posture.

Dinah noticed and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's… okay. This is normal for him," she said softly, giving the young heroes a pointed look that implied they should drop their scrutiny.

Aqualad stepped closer, curiosity written on his face. He picked up a glass of water, gesturing toward it. "Okay… so, I grew up in Atlantis. Water's kind of a big deal for me." He pointed back toward the ocean outside. Slowly, the boy's eyes followed, nodding in comprehension. Words weren't necessary, the connection was made through gesture and instinct.

Megan crouched slightly, her tone gentle. "Where are you from?"

He was confused.

Aqualad actually felt bad. "Home." he said simply, hiding his pity.

The boy hesitated, tilting his head. The concept of "home" was complicated, wrapped in years of survival and solitude. After a moment, Megan simply repeated, "Home," letting the word linger. His eyes lit up slightly, a small nod. Then, after thinking, he said clearly, or as clearly as his limited Spanish allowed, "Argentina."

Robin leaned back, a small smile forming. "I've visited… Buenos Aires. It's nice," he said, thinking of the capital, not the rural countryside where the boy had actually grown up.

The conversation waned as the team slowly dispersed to other rooms. The boy remained at the table, eyes scanning the plates and food, as if expecting more.

Dinah frowned, slightly confused. "You're still… hungry?" she murmured to herself.

Even after hearing how much he had eaten in the past, she didn't fully grasp it. His body, his abilities, his constant growth, it was unlike anything she'd ever dealt with.

She rose and walked toward the stores of Mount Justice, opening the pantry and shelves to discover just how extensive Bruce Wayne's resources were. Rows upon rows of food, fresh produce, preserved goods, and even small delicacies. She realized she had far more than she'd initially thought possible.

Among the supplies, she noticed stacks of books, Spanish lessons, English guides, and other learning materials designed to help someone adjust to human language and society. A small note rested on top:

Good luck.

Dinah crumpled it in her hand, muttering under her breath, "Yeah, good luck, huh?" Anger and frustration mingled with her care, a protective instinct emerging. She looked back toward the boy, who was still seated, quietly surveying the room, and realized that this was only the beginning of his journey.

Dinah returned to the common area, arms full of trays. Frozen foods, fresh vegetables, plates of burger sliders, chicken strips, and neatly arranged salads, all set for the boy.

He looked up at her, eyes wide with something between awe and relief. Without hesitation, he dove in.

Thirty minutes passed. Thirty minutes of pure, unbroken eating. Robin tilted his wrist gadget, checking the time. "Thirty… minutes?" he muttered. His brows furrowed.

Wally leaned back in his chair, incredulous. "Where the hell is all that going?!"

Dinah tried to deflect, glancing at him awkwardly. "We were… told about this already."

"'Told' doesn't explain it!" Conner interjected, glaring at her, while the rest of the teens leaned forward, curiosity burning in their eyes.

Finally, she relented, sighing. "All the League knows," she began, "is that he's composed of… some kind of sentient cosmic energy. It matures based on the amount of mass it can consume. Eventually… it will be complete."

Robin was confused. "If that's the case, why doesn't he turn into a black hole and suck everything out of existence?"

Dinah blinked. "We believe that's because of the way his...default form was born. He, this kid, is his form; his consciousness is trapped with the mind of a 13 year old. So he desires mass the same way."

The table went quiet for a moment. Then, as if on cue, a hundred more questions flew at her from the team.

M'gann politely asked the most obvious one. "Does that mean he can turn into anything? Does that mean he can do anything?"

Dinah raised her hands. "The League… doesn't know." Her voice was firm, unflappable. No amount of pressing could change that.

Meanwhile, the boy continued to eat, methodical and efficient, until he finished. Plates emptied, trays cleared.

Then, unexpectedly, he began to put his plates away, rinsing and stacking them neatly. He even washed one with care, leaving it spotless.

The teens blinked at each other, a mixture of astonishment and disbelief in their expressions.

Robin shook his head slightly. "I… did not expect that."

Wally's jaw dropped. "Not only can he eat forever, he cleans up after himself? What kind of cosmic energy is this?"

Dinah simply watched him, a small smile tugging at her lips. For all the unknowns, all the chaos, and all the questions that might never be answered, she could see one thing clearly: he wasn't just a being of immense power, he had the capacity to be human, too.

Conner crossed his arms, jaw tight. "I just don't get it. The Justice League's keeping everything from us. This isn't a clubhouse for raising some random kid, seven years old mentally, at best, even if he's got powers we don't even know everything about!"

The other teens shuffled, uncertain. A few exchanged quiet glances, but most backed off slightly as Dinah approached, her eyes fixed firmly on Conner.

"Conner," she said, voice calm but firm, "don't forget the privilege you had with Cadmus. That wasn't exactly straightforward either. You know that."

Conner froze, realizing the logic in her words, even if it stung. His shoulders slumped slightly. "Yeah… okay. Point taken," he muttered.

The conversation became a soft murmur as a few of the teens voiced their very mixed opinions, curiosity, fear, excitement, and doubt all blended together. Having a being of such mysterious power in the shape of a human living with them was a lot to process.

Dinah held up her hand, silencing them. "I don't care what you think about him," she said. "Right now, you leave him alone. That's it. When he can communicate properly, when he can understand all of you, then it'll be time for discussion. Until then, respect him. He's… learning."

The team remained quiet, the weight of her authority clear. Conner still frowned, but he made no move to challenge her further.

The boy, unseen at first, peeked out from the corner, eyes wide and curious, but he stayed quiet. For now, that was all anyone could ask.

The room fell into a calm silence after Dinah's admonition. Conner and the others retreated quietly, muttering to themselves, some still uneasy but ultimately conceding. The unspoken agreement was clear: for now, the boy deserved his space.

Dinah knelt down to his level, offering a gentle smile. "Bien… bienvenido," she said slowly, pointing to herself. "Yo… Dinah."

The boy tilted his head, repeating carefully, "Dina…h?" His accent was rough, but the effort was there.

Dinah chuckled softly. "Sí… Dinah. Bien." She paused, grabbing a simple notebook and pencil from a nearby shelf. Using gestures and drawings, she began showing him everyday words: "agua" for water, "comida" for food, "casa" for home. She pointed, wrote, and repeated, each time encouraging him to mimic her.

He watched closely, absorbing everything. He didn't speak much, words were still foreign, the sounds strange in his mouth, but he began understanding the basic meanings. When she pointed to him and said "niño," he understood she meant "boy," and he nodded.

Every so often, Dinah paused, unsure of her pronunciation. "Per…dón… si mi… español… malo," she said, shrugging apologetically. The boy just smiled faintly, patient, sensing her intentions more than her exact words.

Meals, objects, gestures, she taught him bit by bit, respecting the slow pace of learning. He responded with quiet mimicry, occasionally laughing when a sound came out funny.

Dinah watched him with a mix of pride and tenderness. Here, he had privacy, patience, and a safe space. He could explore, learn, and begin to understand this new world without pressure. She didn't rush him, didn't push him into questions he couldn't answer.

The boy, for the first time in his life, felt like he could be himself, curious, learning, and safe. Even without fully speaking the language, he was starting to connect.

Dinah gave a small nod to herself, whispering to no one but him: "Poco a poco… little by little."

Dinah pulled a few small books from the shelf, the kind used by first graders and preschoolers. One was English, another Spanish, and a third with simple illustrations of animals, numbers, and everyday objects. She sat cross-legged on the floor, motioning for him to sit opposite her.

"Bien… empecemos," she said slowly, opening the Spanish book. She traced the letters with her finger. "A… B… C…"

He mirrored her movements, careful and deliberate. His long fingers hovered over the pages before finally touching them, pressing down just enough to follow her guidance.

"Muy bien," Dinah encouraged. "D… E… F…"

Hours passed quietly. The boy repeated after her, sometimes pausing, sometimes smiling when he managed a sound that was close enough. Dinah corrected gently, never scolding, never pushing. Occasionally, she pointed to the pictures and asked the Spanish word; he nodded or repeated it carefully.

As the sun began to sink toward the horizon, casting long golden shadows across the room, Dinah closed the books. "Okay… I… need to leave," she said softly in English, placing a hand lightly on his shoulder.

He looked at her, comprehension clear in his eyes. Without hesitation, he nodded, a small, shy smile spreading across his face. He didn't need words, he understood.

Dinah returned the smile, stood, and brushed off her pants. "Poco a poco," she whispered, "little by little."

He watched her go, the room suddenly quiet, but the small glow of understanding between them lingered, a fragile but growing connection in a world that had never given him a place to belong.

Someone who could transform into anything, just barely learning the alphabet at 13.

The lesson went on a bit longer, and it became clear the boy could learn much faster than the average person, likely due to being some sort of divine being. She made it clear he could rest when the lesson was finished, and all he did was sit there.

He had...some sort of home here.

...

He emerged from his room shortly after the sun had gone down heading towards the lounge. There, Megan, Conner, Kid Flash, Robin, and Aqualad were all sitting in a circle. He didn't need to speak the same language as them to know they were speaking about him. The kid was not upset, he just stood up and sat between them, looking towards the TV.

M'gann was kind to him. "What do you want to watch?"

The silence that followed and his ignoring of the TV remote that was pushed towards him made it clear he never got to see real television of any kind growing up. All he did was look blankly at the TV absorbing the new moment.

They had found pity for a few people before in their lifetimes, but unlike the same way they had viewed the misfortunate, this person was truly lost in every sense of the word. The world had not given him identity, maturity, meaning, language, or a true sense of self outside of the simplest forms of friend, enemy, hunt, work, or hide.

In his 13 years of life, he looked like a complete vessel without the need of any sort to step outside of one of the most remote corners of the world.

Aqualad spoke calmly, saying his own name calmly. "Kaldur'ahm."

The boy looked towards him, noticing this.

"Kaldur'ahm." he placed a hand on his chest lightly.

The Team had introduced themselves to the kid here and there throughout the day but the complete language barrier and his innocence and such prevented it fully. Now was the perfect moment.

"K-Kaldur. Ahm." the boy replied softly.

"M'gann."

"Robin."

"Kid Flash."

Conner still didn't trust him all that much, but partook. "I'm Conner."

Silence, he was clearly taking a moment to process the names of the first people his age in his whole life who had acknowledged him in any sort of way.

"And? Who are you?" asked Miss Martian.

He blinked repeatedly. The girl's language might've flown right over his head, but her intention was clear as day.

The boy frowned, shaking his head the tiniest bit. He looked almost tearful and bowed his head. Robin looked up at Conner and, without words, was able to tell him just with his eyes that what his mentor found was true. Every test the World's Greatest Detective ran was almost undoubtedly true if he was reacting like this. He had no genetic signature of any kind, not a single physical organ in his body, and was composed of matter and energy that could become and likely do anything...

And he likely had no possible idea of ever knowing who he truly was.

Conner uncrossed his arms, his face almost softened for a moment. Despite having been designed by Cadmus, even if he only possessed a certain amount of his power, at least he knew that he was copied from Superman. His true fate and destiny could be in his own hands, but at least he had the safety in knowing it was related in some fashion to the Man of Steel.

But this...person. Were they even from this universe? Or any for that matter?

Wally was truly speechless for once. M'gann gulped, almost as distraught as the child. Robin just extended his hand forward and held his forearm. Aqualad sympathized completely, but had no clue how or what to do in order to placate him. Conner again, now felt for the first time in a while, anyone he knew at all was going through what he did.

Teammate or not was irrelevant; the moment the boy touched Robin's hand and nodded thankfully to him, it was clear that he'd accept their friendship. Or whatever faith they would hold in him.

 

[King Drasil]

some links about DC Comics its Cosmology and it Creator God The Presence/God

Spoiler: DC Comics Information Links

[ https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Hypertime , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Infinite_Frontier_(location) , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Divine_Continuum , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Dark_Multiverse,
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Multiverse , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Omniverse , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Source , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Light_of_Creation , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Overvoid , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Source_Wall , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Presence , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Angels , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Heaven , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Silver_City_(Heaven) , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Underworld , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Hell , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Demons , a link about the opposite and counterpart to the Presence https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Great_Darkness , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Dark_Garden , the daughter of the great Darkness https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Jane_Smith_(Prime_Earth) , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Empty_Hand , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Endless , Mother of the Endless https://sandman.fandom.com/wiki/Night , Father of the Endless https://sandman.fandom.com/wiki/Time , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Hecate_(Prime_Earth) , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Upside-Down_Man_(Dark_Multiverse) , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Other_Place , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Lords_of_Order ,
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Lords_of_Chaos ,
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Magic ,
https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/The_Seven_Forces_of_the_Universe , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Parliaments , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Dark_Forces_of_the_Multiverse , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/New_Gods. , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Anti-Life_Equation , https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Life_Equation , this link has the life equation formula that used to be on the DC wiki but was removed for some reason https://www.reddit.com/r/AskScience...s_there_been_any_appearance_of_the/?rdt=41200 ]

,
videos about DC Cosmology and the DC Multiverse

Spoiler

A video explaining Vertigo/DC Cosmology
https://youtu.be/GQnJBz78e3I?si=TSKlYGiLEFKm-FcT ,
Two videos about DC Cosmology https://youtu.be/Fg6jhLTABMc?si=u8C0CDiYdqMhWGtO ,
https://youtu.be/pN_X15TjC30?si=jA-JsvXjNEnb04Ug ,
Part 1 of a DC Multiverse video https://youtu.be/7b0PktXUqD4?si=MmERm8NC5EwI2On8
Part 2 https://youtu.be/1zldWrpqU3Y?si=ZlC1iJ-W6jeeNvRy ,
A video about the map of the DC Multiverse an in depth explanation https://youtu.be/t_qW7ss7DlU?si=-yH0K2DGNphCLs58

Some videos that talks about The Presence and His Family and The Great Darkness and Hell

Spoiler

Two videos about The Presence/God of the DC Multiverse
https://youtu.be/7pSwBDZXPs8?si=Tt6FaHeKsL_waeRz ,
https://youtu.be/C-znbm7dH84?si=ZK7NGgcJjE8APL8a ,
Two videos about DC Lucifer Morningstar
a 5 minute video https://youtu.be/qFO9p1uN8Qs?si=EvEx4jfvrzdETfkt ,
A 36 minute video https://youtu.be/yRC7j6NAl7U?si=HtS4sf7N_lSQyECY ,
A video about the specter
https://youtu.be/4KHAMN3nFqw?si=7eoVstM_4sZPh5I3 ,
A video about DC Comics Micheal Demiurgos
https://youtu.be/yRn0qsD7Gcw?si=Bdt0AqxYYAsLEkPs ,
A video about all of the Presence's family
https://youtu.be/XA84x3feEf4?si=vmDBa6DV3IR7egof ,
two videos about The Great Darkness
https://youtu.be/3bo7lBRwDko?si=TSTN74t7sdwkNzLi ,
https://youtu.be/a00EYqWOsO8?si=kCev0-qVEMfm3C7u ,
A video about DC Comics Hell
https://youtu.be/mcBEqRf2ZdE?si=tptLU98bUnkWOR9K ,

A video about The Endless and Cosmic Forces like the Speed force and the Parliaments and the emotional spectrum

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A video about the emotional spectrum entities
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiU73HGak9k ,
A video about the emotional spectrum
https://youtu.be/cAKJkwM5JS0?si=6fOsqY1V9KFIVgGZ ,
A video about the different lanterns
https://youtu.be/fmf_J9IsJRc?si=CWySalJYGiSqtMI7 ,
Two videos about the cosmic forces in DC
https://youtu.be/Rgg-AXqrzbs?si=xgsu0vSeBS2iFkgQ ,
https://youtu.be/HNXr6CFVzSE?si=9xMHBRNlp3bdtql5 ,
Two videos about the Elemental Parliaments in DC
A 5 minute video https://youtu.be/YcIcqfsGP9o?si=_HPCPgivBAYre5eK ,
A almost 13 minute video https://youtu.be/QjpwL5KZoyg?si=yY6I3A2K44d83Yo7 ,
Two videos about The Endless
https://youtu.be/B25jUzZWvwE?si=1CYdtDyh0fpW-YKA ,

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some videos about the New Gods

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A video about the new gods
https://youtu.be/fUk4x-H-gCk?si=jtcTL8Gcw7TC76AH ,
A video about HighFather
https://youtu.be/JQ8qq1zjHgc?si=48J599BTSzowZ21N ,
A video about Darksied
https://youtu.be/cXuJMUg4w-Q?si=u3fYMT-7ck6ozz44 ,
A video about Orion https://youtu.be/NaUQ9gxdRtU?si=3ZUr1JVDX3mSfZ_C ,
Two videos about Scott Free
https://youtu.be/EZ22leizocY?si=XTiuzC8O-aWmQmB_ ,
https://youtu.be/nx-hhDFb6K4?si=CiDpT9s35t_-Vw3D ,
A video about the first born son of Darksied
https://youtu.be/YGesuKoZpN0?si=2Z6S3ScB-6Ti_MGD ,
A video about Big Barda https://youtu.be/ax3-QZe1IuA?si=DdFbGnPYFH4rR2Fn ,
A video about Darksieds Family
https://youtu.be/so9FmAoKylk?si=Z_D8puP95zDs-fAn ,
A video about Mother Boxes
https://youtu.be/742T4ZPtP44?si=EFpQr4dSTe3aHoug ,
A video about Father Boxes
https://youtu.be/hxVgqvhzkOw?si=jvpQCv0sFztUdqoq ,
A video about the Source Wall

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Some videos about The Lords of Order and Chaos and Hecate and the upside down man

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A video about Order and Chaos Magic
https://youtu.be/8sFfB8yxPi4?si=-1P1KX_9fxFjaYAB ,
A video about Hecate
https://youtu.be/ZqdjLI2aMSs?si=cbPgCgdQUtZuaeWK ,
two videos about the upside down man
https://youtu.be/sFhQ8nCsQ6g?si=abyr8CxzaCATM8ON ,

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[Eternal Yujin]

Got to say, the Dinah mentorship is pretty damn wholesome xD

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

Uh... couldn't Megan or J'onn teach him using telepathy?

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

Uh... couldn't Megan or J'onn teach him using telepathy?

Click to shrink...

Especially early on, stuff like bleeding a little bit and struggling to learn how to read is what makes him interesting. It well compliment the deity he becomes later.

 

[King Drasil]

Some Videos about biblically Accurate Angels if the Author of the story want to use some of this information for the story since the MC is The Presence

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• A video that gives information about biblically accurate Angles
  View: https://youtu.be/qr49JMym4_w?si=zobVh7q8gcHIpvve
• another video that gives some information about biblically accurate Angles
  View: https://youtu.be/QLLJpUUoYWk?si=arppMM63Nx7KO4uI
• video about the 7 Archangels
  View: https://youtu.be/aG1vpoyS9eY?si=vAt02ogjPWNtnt
• one last video about biblically accurate angels it's pretty long it 57 minutes long and gives detailed information
  View: https://youtu.be/9i3QPva-tdw?si=LjX0T08bYUfjM9Q_

 

[MiyazakiFan18]

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Chapter Four: Civilized

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The secret shed in suburban Star City was quiet, dimly lit by the glow of a flatscreen. Oliver Queen lay back in the bedroom, legs stretched out, a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on his chest. A movie flickered across the screen. The man was richer than most, but had long since spent most of his time away from his fabulously luxurious boyhood home in favor of moving in with his wife in their apartment.

"How'd it go with… Baby God?" he asked casually, raising an eyebrow.

Dinah was changing into a soft blue nightgown, tugging it over her shoulders. "They… somewhat get along. That's a start," she said, not looking at him.

Oliver chuckled. "When I mentioned adoption, this is not exactly what I had in mind."

Dinah rolled her eyes, ignoring the jab. "Just… acknowledge him as the Justice League did. He's part of an official group now."

"Official?" Oliver repeated. "You mean what Batman told them was official?"

Dinah nodded. "Yes. That's all that matters right now."

He sat up slightly, frowning, eyes sharp. "Dinah… for a decision that split the team like this, you'd think someone would've considered… alternatives. If this kid goes rogue… if things ever went poorly… it might mean the end of the Justice League. Probably forever, that's why Hal, Diana, J'onn, and the others were so worried."

Dinah paused, considering. Yes. The child had killed three policemen just doing their jobs to protect a very corrupt nation hellbent on subjugating its people, and especially metahumans. But he deserved the right to prove himself; everything she had seen reiterated that, the marlin she cooked told her everything. "Batman made the right call," she said quietly.

Oliver tilted his head, unconvinced. "Maybe. But I still think there were… hidden motives. Something we're not being told."

He leaned closer, placing a hand on her arm, rubbing it lightly. She felt the warmth but stayed calm, brushing it off. With a soft sigh, she reached over and switched off the lamp, letting the room sink into darkness.

Oliver settled back on his pillow with a resigned huff. Dinah moved calmly, pulling the covers around herself, leaving the silence to speak for the moment. Outside, the quiet of suburban Star City stretched on, on the other side of the coast from the cosmic chaos of the boy they had just brought into their lives and placed under the League's care. What especially tugged at Dinah's mind was the degree of power the child possessed, which was unprecedented in every sense. Out of around six dozen Argentine tactical officers, half were injured and three adult men were actually slain trying to capture him. Wonder Woman, Superman, and Batman themselves had to tie him down after actually struggling at all for two minutes. If he were older and his abilities more developed, the situation might've...

Dinah was able to rest easily that they had caught the problem early.

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The new bedroom the child had in Mount Justice was warm, small, and still. A single lamp cast a soft glow over the sheets where the boy lay, curled slightly on his side. The picture book rested open in front of him — the Old Testament, The Five Books of Moses, with colorful illustrations that made the stories easier to follow. As light on words as possible and heavy on illustrations as needed.

His dark eyes scanned the first pages slowly, pausing over the creation of Eden. He traced the figures with a fingertip, absorbing the shapes, the colors, the order of events.

'God made paradise.' The words weren't exactly written like that, but the meaning was clear enough. The higher being had given humanity a place of complete bliss. A gift. A home unlike anything he had ever known.

Then he turned the page to Adam and Eve. Their smiles, their innocence, shattered by their choice to eat the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. Banished. Cast out.

He stared at the images. Slowly, a thought took root in his mind. Despite all-powerful authority, the higher being hadn't erased them. He hadn't removed the Tree. He hadn't destroyed them. Instead, humanity had one singular gift: choice.

The boy's small hand rested on his chest, where a faint glow pulsed through black and blue below his skin. Choice. Even beings as small and fragile as humans were trusted to make their own decisions. The higher being could have simply created new humans, perfect and obedient, but He didn't. He allowed the potential for failure, and the freedom to grow.

The child's eyes drifted to the shadows dancing across the walls. He thought about the Justice League, about Dinah, about the first time he had chosen to fight or flee, to trust or hide. He had chosen to stay, the ocean was still there, and the friends he had made beneath the waves would welcome him for the rest of his unknowingly likely infinite life.

Even God, he realized, made choices — some beyond the understanding of those who would live in His world. And perhaps, in some small way, this gave him a framework, a way to understand the chaos of his own existence.

He closed the book gently, careful with the fragile pages. Outside, the world was quiet, but inside, he felt a stirring of comprehension. Choice was power. Choice was responsibility. And perhaps, one day, he would have to make his own decisions the same way — not because someone told him to, but because it was right.

He leaned back against the pillow, staring at the lamp, and thought: How does He decide? How does He choose?

The boy opens the book again, he went to the first pages. When He himself chose to fashion mankind out of his own image, letting Adam name the first animals and then share his domain with a figure much like his own but female in nature from his rib.

He turns to the first page after Eve is created from Adam, and God imparts his wisdom about how to live in Eden with Divine Relevance.

The religious overtones about God's benevolence for passing on his likeness and giving mankind a world to share their ability to perceive the universe went right over his head. All the child understood was a power able to transform and bestow anything it wanted from a complete lack of humanity's mortal and limited understanding.

There was a golden glow from the clouds. An ethereal hand reached out and touched Adam and Eve's foreheads, the two closing eyes and holding hands, blessing their paradise along with his wisdom. 'Do not eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Do as you desire, but do not touch its fruit,' said God. 'And all of Eden will be yours for eternity.'

He blinked. The child got it. Choice is relevant. Regardless of power.

But the book told him that humanity's choices were much more relevant than God's in a childish sense. Because their freedom lay in having to only care for themselves. Reality was God's choice to create in the first place, he needed to give the words necessary to protect all of it.

The child was tearful. He knew that...choice was everything.

He felt very afraid because- Who told God what to do? Even with the child's new friends, he was all alone in the world. At least from the sense of God's abilities to transform and create at will, they had much in common. The boy could run and do as he liked, he became the streams and trees from his home in the forest. If the boy desired to become something, he transformed, instantly, perfectly. The beasts that roamed, the fires that warmed him, and the metal in the tools of the entire world. He could transform into any energy he desired, balls of fire that zipped about, and he could connect to all life on Earth from its birthplace in the ocean. But Earth itself had little to tell him in ways of who he was.

Reality was telling him the only limits he had were his own maturity and time.

He sadly turned the light off and put the children's illustrated Bible away. He sniffled off to sleep in the darkness.

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Two weeks passed in quiet rhythm. Mornings began with reading, afternoons with writing, and evenings with soft conversations, broken, halting, but improving every day.
Dinah watched with something between astonishment and admiration as the boy progressed.

His voice, once rough and unsure, grew smoother with every new word. He learned how to form full sentences, write names, still a work in progress, and even began asking questions about idioms and human sayings.

She caught herself smiling more than once, shaking her head. "Of course," she murmured. "He's not just learning. He's… adapting."

Sometimes ago, he couldn't tell a book from a brick. Now, he could recite the alphabet in two languages. Being a god, even a young one, meant creation and comprehension came as naturally as breathing.

The boy watched the kids train quietly at first, leaving his cereal and his books to watch Wally, M'gann, and Aqualad spar. Dinah rarely gave advice, mostly just there until Red Tornado got back in a few days to help review a small project the League had been building in the meantime, needing her attention.

She saw the child approaching, slowly and curiously and merely said. "Do you want to join?"

Robin smiled lightly at this.

He seemed hesitant but accepted, giving a tiny nod.

Black Canary waved Conner off the wall who uncrossed his arms. M'gann wanted to wish Superboy good luck but stopped herself, no one on the team thought he'd need it.

They faced off across the middle of the mission room and a buzzer sounded when the match began. The two circled each other, the child in the most vague idea of a fighting stance. The boy was much faster and stronger than he appeared, none of them cognisant of the fact that the divine particles in his body granted him superhuman abilities in every sense.

Still, at first the most he could do at first was dig himself into the ground and wrestle with him. His striking sucked, Conner caught him twice and he was smart enough to back off from just standing there in front of him. But his natural grappling ability wasn't half bad, he was able to stay below Conner and tight to him. Everyone was ready to see the much smaller boy get suplexed but instead it appeared as if gravity itself was denying Superboy the chance to throw him.

Conner cracked his knuckles and tightened his jaw, he should've won by now.

He backed off. Dinah had to give this unnamed kid credit, if he had lasted this long without needing to transform in order to fight Superboy he had a better fighting sense instead of raw power than she thought.

As Conner was on the verge of striking again the child began to attack too, it looked like Superboy was going to get the best of the clash when his right fist connected with cold hard steel. The boy's arm had transformed into a metal shield. The blow was hard enough to stagger Conner back.

The moment gave the alien time to think, again. If Conner came at him again the same would happen, he could more than build up a strategy to not rush into some sort of overhand or knee strike.

But Superboy gave him what he wanted. The nameless boy had found his rhythm, slight dark curls bouncing as he rushed forward much faster than anyone had thought at all and used both of his hands and the metal shield to knock Conner himself down. Superboy got timed, walking right into a counter as he rushed forward full speed to build up another strike of some sort.

The red ring the computer displayed on the Mission Room floor hit a loud buzzer.

M'gann's eyes widened, completely silent in surprise. Aqualad was just trying to piece together how he did it, how gravity itself seemed to listen to the boy so well, how well he adapted, and how smart his tactics and use of just his metal abilities were. Robin and Kid Flash were just a bit amused, but not smug for once; they knew none of them saw this coming.

"Good. Job?" The child's arms transformed back into regular limbs from the small metal wall he used to catch Superboy right in the middle of his chest.

Superboy was in no mood to take his hand, but was well against slapping it away or scowling. He just nodded in acknowledgement of the much shorter kid's sportsmanship and brushed himself off, walking off to the other side of the ring.

Dinah was astonished at his precision. She knew he was powerful, but he should've lost to Superboy halfway through that fight regardless of power; this degree of combat required training. He didn't use scared overwhelming force to fight back like the League had told her he needed to when cornered by Argentine authorities. No, it was clear.

He was not a wild animal transforming into fangs and fire the moment something scared him. His home was letting him become civilized and- kind.

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