Superboy Prime comes home from work with a bag of DVDs he bought at the comic shop. One of them is the first three seasons of RWBY, and he Enjoys them a lot. With possibly years before season four comes out, he doesn't want to wait at all. You know what that means. That's right, it's Prime Time Baby!
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Enjoy The Show (DC/RWBY)
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Click. A door gently closed and someone stepped into a mostly quiet empty room
Thud. Thud. The sound of work boots being kicked off into a shoe mat broke the silence of a dark apartment.
Bzzzt.
The sound of a cheap ceiling light buzzing on was followed by a bright light washing over the room. Comic merch and memorabilia were placed with great care all across the walls and furniture where they could be admired and studied. Several metal figures of the JLA all expertly crafted and painted sat side by side on a large shelf near the door. Posters of various moments in comic history, from DC, Marvel, and even some indie comics all fought for positions on the walls without making it too cluttered.
"Phew. Long Day." The sound of a young man's voice resonated through the room.
Pat pat pat.
The young man walked in his socks across the carpeted floor.
Clatter.
Keys and loose change clattered on the large table in the middle of his living room. On the far end of the room, a large flatscreen television was mounted to the white wall next to a blue floodlamp that was currently off. A blue couch with red pillows embroidered with the yellow symbol of the House of El sat facing the television a short distance away. An Xbox 360, Blu-Ray player, and a PS4 sat on glass shelves below the dormant television.
The windows were open, letting in the late autumn air, as well as the occasional transient leaf sticking against the window screen. Down below there was the occasional honking of a car in the streets of Metropolis, but otherwise, all was as it should be.
"Welcome home Mr. Kent." The robotic sound of a voice over the television speakers sounded as the screen flashed on.
A soft thud was heard as the young man dropped heavily onto the couch. A crinkled plastic bag crumpled on the couch followed by plastic movie cases being removed carefully.
"Hmmm...What do we have? Thor? No...Not in the mood for the MCU.."
Thunk. The plastic case flew over to the table and landed softly on it.
"Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow? No. Not in the mood for Marvel at all right now. I'll watch that Wednesday."
Thunk. The case landed next to the other one.
"Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman? I'm not sure, Guess I'll watch it later."
Thunk. On the table went that one as well.
"Fourth times the charm?" The young Mr. Kent chuckled, pulling out a rather thin case made of red tin with a shattered moon on the cover. It said RWBY: Seasons One-Three.
He opened it. He was apprehensive picking it up at the store, but it did look like a collector's item, and he had decided to branch out a bit.
"Here goes nothing." He said, taking out the DVD and placing it in the Blu-Ray player.
Little did he know, just the act of purchasing this admittedly questionable series would lead to an adventure he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Hours had passed when Clark Kent finished watching the first three seasons of this show twice, and he was left looking for more.
"This has so much potential!" he clenched his fist as he imagined what would come later.
It was a coming of age, academy, semi-apocalyptic show following the lives of four students who faced off against the monsters of Grimm, Radical Faunus Extremists, Evil Humans, and so much more.
Speeding to his bedroom where he kept his PC, he immediately began looking up spoilers, and unfortunately, the fourth season hadn't been released yet. Speculation was that it might be one or more years away.
"Damnit!" Clark growled in irritation. "I wanted to see more!" he said before taking a deep breath.
Then, as a lightbulb popped up in his head he grinned widely.
"Let's take a vacation!" he smiled even brighter at his ingenious plan that he concocted on the spot. In a blur of speed, he was now floating in the sky above metropolis with his hands on his hips with his Superman suit, red, blue, and yellow shining brightly in the sun.
He began spinning his right arm like a wheel in a blur of incalculable speed, before pulling back his fist for a punch.
"Goodbye Metropolis, Hello Remnant! Don't wait for me, Cause it's PRIME TIME!"
CRACK!
His punch was released, and space shattered like a broken window.
When everything settled down, gone was the excited Clark Kent, or as he was also known as: Superboy Prime!
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And cut!
This was just something that came up in my head after reading DC KO with the new more nerdy "good" family friendly (Kind of) take on Superboy Prime. Basically, it's what if a more nerdy, less blood lusted Superboy Prime went to RWBY to see how everything turns out since he only saw the first three seasons and wanted to watch the show 'live'.
If you're interested in seeing more. Let me know.
Click. A door gently closed and someone stepped into a mostly quiet empty room
Thud. Thud. The sound of work boots being kicked off into a shoe mat broke the silence of a dark apartment.
Bzzzt.
The sound of a cheap ceiling light buzzing on was followed by a bright light washing over the room. Comic merch and memorabilia were placed with great care all across the walls and furniture where they could be admired and studied. Several metal figures of the JLA all expertly crafted and painted sat side by side on a large shelf near the door. Posters of various moments in comic history, from DC, Marvel, and even some indie comics all fought for positions on the walls without making it too cluttered.
"Phew. Long Day." The sound of a young man's voice resonated through the room.
Pat pat pat.
The young man walked in his socks across the carpeted floor.
Clatter.
Keys and loose change clattered on the large table in the middle of his living room. On the far end of the room, a large flatscreen television was mounted to the white wall next to a blue floodlamp that was currently off. A blue couch with red pillows embroidered with the yellow symbol of the House of El sat facing the television a short distance away. An Xbox 360, Blu-Ray player, and a PS4 sat on glass shelves below the dormant television.
The windows were open, letting in the late autumn air, as well as the occasional transient leaf sticking against the window screen. Down below there was the occasional honking of a car in the streets of Metropolis, but otherwise, all was as it should be.
"Welcome home Mr. Kent." The robotic sound of a voice over the television speakers sounded as the screen flashed on.
A soft thud was heard as the young man dropped heavily onto the couch. A crinkled plastic bag crumpled on the couch followed by plastic movie cases being removed carefully.
"Hmmm...What do we have? Thor? No...Not in the mood for the MCU.."
Thunk. The plastic case flew over to the table and landed softly on it.
"Next Avengers: Heroes of Tomorrow? No. Not in the mood for Marvel at all right now. I'll watch that Wednesday."
Thunk. The case landed next to the other one.
"Batman: Mystery of the Batwoman? I'm not sure, Guess I'll watch it later."
Thunk. On the table went that one as well.
"Fourth times the charm?" The young Mr. Kent chuckled, pulling out a rather thin case made of red tin with a shattered moon on the cover. It said RWBY: Seasons One-Three.
He opened it. He was apprehensive picking it up at the store, but it did look like a collector's item, and he had decided to branch out a bit.
"Here goes nothing." He said, taking out the DVD and placing it in the Blu-Ray player.
Little did he know, just the act of purchasing this admittedly questionable series would lead to an adventure he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Hours had passed when Clark Kent finished watching the first three seasons of this show twice, and he was left looking for more.
"This has so much potential!" he clenched his fist as he imagined what would come later.
It was a coming of age, academy, semi-apocalyptic show following the lives of four students who faced off against the monsters of Grimm, Radical Faunus Extremists, Evil Humans, and so much more.
Speeding to his bedroom where he kept his PC, he immediately began looking up spoilers, and unfortunately, the fourth season hadn't been released yet. Speculation was that it might be one or more years away.
"Damnit!" Clark growled in irritation. "I wanted to see more!" he said before taking a deep breath.
Then, as a lightbulb popped up in his head he grinned widely.
"Let's take a vacation!" he smiled even brighter at his ingenious plan that he concocted on the spot. In a blur of speed, he was now floating in the sky above metropolis with his hands on his hips with his Superman suit, red, blue, and yellow shining brightly in the sun.
He began spinning his right arm like a wheel in a blur of incalculable speed, before pulling back his fist for a punch.
"Goodbye Metropolis, Hello Remnant! Don't wait for me, Cause it's PRIME TIME!"
CRACK!
His punch was released, and space shattered like a broken window.
When everything settled down, gone was the excited Clark Kent, or as he was also known as: Superboy Prime!
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And cut!
This was just something that came up in my head after reading DC KO with the new more nerdy "good" family friendly (Kind of) take on Superboy Prime. Basically, it's what if a more nerdy, less blood lusted Superboy Prime went to RWBY to see how everything turns out since he only saw the first three seasons and wanted to watch the show 'live'.
If you're interested in seeing more. Let me know.
Chapter One: Weiss
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Chapter One: Weiss
Crack! Space shattered, like a pane of cheap glass in front of a sledgehammer. Wrong place.
Crack! Again, the boundaries of the universes broke under the will and power of Superboy Prime. Wrong place again.
Crack! Another universe passed by him with little but a punch.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Space and time was little more than a faint obstacle for the Kryptonian.
However, Prime quickly realized that punching his way through universe randomly one by one would not get him where he needed to be soon. He stopped his punches as he hovered over a vast glass city atop a planet of black metal. This was not a world he knew of, and it gave him an uneasy feeling. One that said he didn't belong here, and that staying here would lead to an unfortunate outcome.
So, feeling such developments in his mind, he shot into the space above the planet. Faster. Faster. Faster!
Reaching a space above the universes, in an even higher dimension than the universe, Prime looked down at the infinite realities spreading down below him in a massive silvery sphere. Each individual point on it a universe, with all it's quirks and intricacies. Above him was an infinite whiteness that spread through all of time.
He was no longer in space as one knew it, he was in somewhere larger, greater. His very existence felt squeezed, pushed and prodded by invisible unknown forces that acted upon him, as if trying to drag him into a specific time and place. As if objecting to his free movement beyond space.
As he flew around the impossibly large, yet at the same time for what it contained, small sphere, he saw them all. The realities with their individual pasts, presents, and futures.
"Found you," He said, reaching his hand out towards a tiny singular point on the silvery sphere.
It was then, when he touched the sphere on that lone singular point, an electrical charge bounced across his body, and he felt pushed down into the sphere as if a massive surge of energy had struck him from above, he was forced down into the point he had touched on the sphere.
Colors flashed by him, as sounds, smells, voices, thoughts, and feelings that weren't his assailed his mind. He shouted out as he felt his voice leave him, hoping he could get it back, and then, as if falling through a thin cold membrane, he regained control of his body as he found himself falling from the sky, down upon a large verdant forest.
Thoom!
The ground shook and seized as if stuck by an asteroid, and Prime found himself rolling, slamming through tree trunks, and smashing boulders before coming to the stop at the bottom of a sharp crested high cliff.
He found himself embedded into the stone, and he was upside down.
"Haha. That's one way to make a landing." He laughed before extracting himself from the cliff.
He floated upward, feeling the warmth of a yellow sun wash over him from above. At the top of the cliff, he saw multiple people standing there, but he didn't care. He had to confirm something first.
With a small sonic boom, he shot into the sky, looking upward when he stopped. Sure enough, the shattered, fractured moon, with it's shattered pieces kept floating by it's own gravitational force.
He closed his eyes. His senses spread across the planet. There were the sensations he had expected. Such as the sounds of people talking. The sounds of Grimm. The sounds of the trees and oceans, as well as that of machinery and everything that came with a modern society.
He let out the breath he had been holding deep within his chest.
He was now in another story. Written by another writer. Drawn by another pencil. Animated by a different studio.
He had a natural feeling about it, but he was also aware. Aware of the words on the page. The tick tack of the writer's keyboard.
Down below, there were those who weren't aware of the pencil, the keyboard, the software.
Those were the men, women, and children at the mercy of the story. The mercy of the writer.
Those were Headmaster Ozpin and professor Glynda Goodwitch.
"You're not going to call the initiation off?" Glynda asked the headmaster from near the cliff edge.
Her golden yellow hair shining in the early day sun. Her tone was stiff, but respectful. Order was to be kept, and hierarchies were to be maintained. Some things she just didn't understand when it came to the esteemed, but occasionally queer Headmaster. One such thing was this.
"No. There's little we could do to stop whoever that was. Not that I had expected them to appear from the sky in the first place, but It seems they've taken it upon themselves to leave now anyways."
Glynda looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"What's to say whoever that is won't become an issue for us later?" She asked. Concerned for the safety of the students.
"Nothing, but what's to say anything might or might not happen? Right now, we will continue the initiation, and look out for anyone flying in case we need to take more drastic actions." He said back, turning to her and giving her a confident, but simple smile.
If anyone could make sense out of random, unrelated happenings, it was him. So Glynda nodded with a soft exhale, confident that Ozpin could solve whatever was happening. She trusted him, even though his odd acts were confusing at time, and outright bizarre at others, as if he were operating on a different scale of time than her.
Sometimes it felt like she was operating in seconds, while he operated in years. It would have been unsettling if he hadn't proved his trustworthiness over the years. Better him than not.
"It looks like Ms. Schnee had discovered something interesting. Come, look." Ozpin said, handing his scroll to Glynda who had walked closer to him, taking the scroll in her hands. Ozpin took another scroll from a brown duffel bag that sat near him.
Sure enough, the young heiress was standing across from someone who had taken a short step towards her.
It looked to be a young man, easily sixteen or seventeen, with short black hair, light skin, and blue eyes. He wore a blue and red bodysuit, with a hexagon on his chest that had a red S on it that made no intention of hiding itself. He had metallic silvery yellow pauldrons on his shoulders made of an unknown metal. A red cape gently twitched in the soft breeze that whispered between the trees.
"Who are you? I didn't see you with us at the initiation." The young lady asked cautiously, her white hair shining like diamonds in the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. Her blue eyes reflecting his deeper blue ones. In her pale hand at her waist resting above her white dress outfit, she held the hilt of her rapier.
"You can consider me a fan who came to meet the characters he so enjoys." The young man gave her a warm smile, raising his arms out wide and looking around him.
If she remembered anyone that was odd in her life. This young man was swiftly approaching the top of that list.
"A fan? Are you a stalker?" Ms. Schnee asked, drawing her rapier, as if expecting the young man to attack at any moment, or worse.
"Stalker? No, I only just started watching your show. I wanted to meet you at least once and see how the story played out. What the writer had planned for all of you." The young man said, stopping and dropping his hands to the side.
"Well then now you've met me, go away. I'm busy." Ms. Schnee said, gripping her rapier tighter and giving him a serious look.
"Very well. I must say though, it's nice to meet you Ms. Schnee. I'll be looking forward to your future developments. Right now I'm being watched, and I don't like that." The young man said before crouching down.
Weiss flinched for a second, expecting the young man to attack. Instead, he shot into the sky like a blur then disappeared into the clouds.
Weiss was taken aback. This strange young man hadn't given his name, and it seemed he was a fan. Or so he said. Still, the things he said were odd, and bizarre.
What did he mean by "watching your show"? What did he mean by talking about the writer? She didn't like the implications of that.
Swallowing her trepidation, she stepped forward again. Hoping that strange fan who could fly would not be following her any further, or stalking her from somewhere she didn't know or see.
Crack! Space shattered, like a pane of cheap glass in front of a sledgehammer. Wrong place.
Crack! Again, the boundaries of the universes broke under the will and power of Superboy Prime. Wrong place again.
Crack! Another universe passed by him with little but a punch.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Space and time was little more than a faint obstacle for the Kryptonian.
However, Prime quickly realized that punching his way through universe randomly one by one would not get him where he needed to be soon. He stopped his punches as he hovered over a vast glass city atop a planet of black metal. This was not a world he knew of, and it gave him an uneasy feeling. One that said he didn't belong here, and that staying here would lead to an unfortunate outcome.
So, feeling such developments in his mind, he shot into the space above the planet. Faster. Faster. Faster!
Reaching a space above the universes, in an even higher dimension than the universe, Prime looked down at the infinite realities spreading down below him in a massive silvery sphere. Each individual point on it a universe, with all it's quirks and intricacies. Above him was an infinite whiteness that spread through all of time.
He was no longer in space as one knew it, he was in somewhere larger, greater. His very existence felt squeezed, pushed and prodded by invisible unknown forces that acted upon him, as if trying to drag him into a specific time and place. As if objecting to his free movement beyond space.
As he flew around the impossibly large, yet at the same time for what it contained, small sphere, he saw them all. The realities with their individual pasts, presents, and futures.
"Found you," He said, reaching his hand out towards a tiny singular point on the silvery sphere.
It was then, when he touched the sphere on that lone singular point, an electrical charge bounced across his body, and he felt pushed down into the sphere as if a massive surge of energy had struck him from above, he was forced down into the point he had touched on the sphere.
Colors flashed by him, as sounds, smells, voices, thoughts, and feelings that weren't his assailed his mind. He shouted out as he felt his voice leave him, hoping he could get it back, and then, as if falling through a thin cold membrane, he regained control of his body as he found himself falling from the sky, down upon a large verdant forest.
Thoom!
The ground shook and seized as if stuck by an asteroid, and Prime found himself rolling, slamming through tree trunks, and smashing boulders before coming to the stop at the bottom of a sharp crested high cliff.
He found himself embedded into the stone, and he was upside down.
"Haha. That's one way to make a landing." He laughed before extracting himself from the cliff.
He floated upward, feeling the warmth of a yellow sun wash over him from above. At the top of the cliff, he saw multiple people standing there, but he didn't care. He had to confirm something first.
With a small sonic boom, he shot into the sky, looking upward when he stopped. Sure enough, the shattered, fractured moon, with it's shattered pieces kept floating by it's own gravitational force.
He closed his eyes. His senses spread across the planet. There were the sensations he had expected. Such as the sounds of people talking. The sounds of Grimm. The sounds of the trees and oceans, as well as that of machinery and everything that came with a modern society.
He let out the breath he had been holding deep within his chest.
He was now in another story. Written by another writer. Drawn by another pencil. Animated by a different studio.
He had a natural feeling about it, but he was also aware. Aware of the words on the page. The tick tack of the writer's keyboard.
Down below, there were those who weren't aware of the pencil, the keyboard, the software.
Those were the men, women, and children at the mercy of the story. The mercy of the writer.
Those were Headmaster Ozpin and professor Glynda Goodwitch.
"You're not going to call the initiation off?" Glynda asked the headmaster from near the cliff edge.
Her golden yellow hair shining in the early day sun. Her tone was stiff, but respectful. Order was to be kept, and hierarchies were to be maintained. Some things she just didn't understand when it came to the esteemed, but occasionally queer Headmaster. One such thing was this.
"No. There's little we could do to stop whoever that was. Not that I had expected them to appear from the sky in the first place, but It seems they've taken it upon themselves to leave now anyways."
Glynda looked at him with narrowed eyes.
"What's to say whoever that is won't become an issue for us later?" She asked. Concerned for the safety of the students.
"Nothing, but what's to say anything might or might not happen? Right now, we will continue the initiation, and look out for anyone flying in case we need to take more drastic actions." He said back, turning to her and giving her a confident, but simple smile.
If anyone could make sense out of random, unrelated happenings, it was him. So Glynda nodded with a soft exhale, confident that Ozpin could solve whatever was happening. She trusted him, even though his odd acts were confusing at time, and outright bizarre at others, as if he were operating on a different scale of time than her.
Sometimes it felt like she was operating in seconds, while he operated in years. It would have been unsettling if he hadn't proved his trustworthiness over the years. Better him than not.
"It looks like Ms. Schnee had discovered something interesting. Come, look." Ozpin said, handing his scroll to Glynda who had walked closer to him, taking the scroll in her hands. Ozpin took another scroll from a brown duffel bag that sat near him.
Sure enough, the young heiress was standing across from someone who had taken a short step towards her.
It looked to be a young man, easily sixteen or seventeen, with short black hair, light skin, and blue eyes. He wore a blue and red bodysuit, with a hexagon on his chest that had a red S on it that made no intention of hiding itself. He had metallic silvery yellow pauldrons on his shoulders made of an unknown metal. A red cape gently twitched in the soft breeze that whispered between the trees.
"Who are you? I didn't see you with us at the initiation." The young lady asked cautiously, her white hair shining like diamonds in the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. Her blue eyes reflecting his deeper blue ones. In her pale hand at her waist resting above her white dress outfit, she held the hilt of her rapier.
"You can consider me a fan who came to meet the characters he so enjoys." The young man gave her a warm smile, raising his arms out wide and looking around him.
If she remembered anyone that was odd in her life. This young man was swiftly approaching the top of that list.
"A fan? Are you a stalker?" Ms. Schnee asked, drawing her rapier, as if expecting the young man to attack at any moment, or worse.
"Stalker? No, I only just started watching your show. I wanted to meet you at least once and see how the story played out. What the writer had planned for all of you." The young man said, stopping and dropping his hands to the side.
"Well then now you've met me, go away. I'm busy." Ms. Schnee said, gripping her rapier tighter and giving him a serious look.
"Very well. I must say though, it's nice to meet you Ms. Schnee. I'll be looking forward to your future developments. Right now I'm being watched, and I don't like that." The young man said before crouching down.
Weiss flinched for a second, expecting the young man to attack. Instead, he shot into the sky like a blur then disappeared into the clouds.
Weiss was taken aback. This strange young man hadn't given his name, and it seemed he was a fan. Or so he said. Still, the things he said were odd, and bizarre.
What did he mean by "watching your show"? What did he mean by talking about the writer? She didn't like the implications of that.
Swallowing her trepidation, she stepped forward again. Hoping that strange fan who could fly would not be following her any further, or stalking her from somewhere she didn't know or see.
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