09-17-2013, 03:18 PM
Terry opened his eyes, immediately noticing something peculiar. He wore a puzzled expression as he removed his face from the white ground that was as white as snow, yet not soft, nor cold. It was as hard as concrete, and quite warm. He rose to a kneeled position, and then to one foot, resting his left elbow on his left thigh.
Omni, he suddenly remembered, but there was no sign of the Omniverse’s creator anywhere. There was nothing but empty space around him – a seemingly endless, white void that contrasted to the black void where he had met Omni. There was no sun, no clouds, and no moon, just pure whiteness.
The youth had seen a lot of extraordinary things in his lifetime, from his childhood, all the way to his present role as Batman, but they all paled in comparison to the Omniverse. It was beyond his wildest imaginations. He did not even know how he had been transported to this verse. The last thing he remembered was preparing for a training session at his mentor, Bruce Wayne’s mansion, and then suddenly, he was inside a black void; everything else that had transpired after that, led him here in the middle of nowhere.
Batman rubbed his face, trying his best to maintain his composure. It was frustrating not knowing what to do, or where to go in a place that lacked any signs nor signals. Omni could have at least provided him with a tour guide.
The teen rose to his feet and went with his instincts, heading forward. He marched with haste, anxious to discover any form of life, a landmark, anything.
Thirty seconds past but there was no sign of anything, and then another thirty seconds, same outcome, and then twenty, nothing. Just as his patience was on the verge of growing thin, he discovered something that prevented him from losing his composer, the sound of water flowing. It sounded like a water fountain. The anticipation of this discovery triggered the man into a sprint; his black boots clogging rapidly against the white, concrete ground. After half a minute he stopped; there before him was a circular shaped lake, which was surrounded by a circle of white pillars – so tall that they extended towards the white sky. An endless amount of water elevated from the lake, and then swerved back down into it in every direction. It was the most impressive sight he had ever witnessed. It was so extraordinary that it enthralled him with tunnel vision.
“A sight for sore eyes isn’t it?”
“Huh?” uttered the teen, who involuntary jerked his head towards a man who was sitting comfortably on a fancy armchair. He was a well dressed, middle aged man with slick, black hair. His most distinctive feature was not his thick moustache – it was the eyepatch that covered his right eye.
“The water fountain,” replied the man, who wore a blue, military outfit. There were five humanoids behind him encased in white, metallic battlesuit's, holding plasma guns. Their identities were protected by their white helmets. That was the only aspect about them relative to the bat costumed fighter. Batman’s eyes trailed towards their weapons, which lay idle by their wastes. Their lack of hostility eased the fighter, at least for now. He was not going to trust a group of strangers.
Batman was about to respond to the eyeless man, but then refrained as someone else caught his attention. This individual stood out like a sore thumb with his green skin, elf ears, and grotesque face. His most intimidating feature was not his behemoth size, (which was clearly evident despite the fact he was sitting on the ground, with his legs crossed) it was the two, razor sharp teeth that poked out of his mouth like elephant tusks. He was by far the most hideous creature the crime fighter had ever witnessed. Just the mere presence of this person made the humans skin tingle under his leather costume.
As a proud person with a huge reputation as an ass-kicker, the last thing Batman wanted was for the orc to detect fear in his eyes; therefore he shifted his attention elsewhere. There were five soldiers behind their leader, identical to the others. Their weapons were also drawn. Batman highly doubted the orc needed their protection, especially considering the fact that he had two weapons, a large hammer that lay next to his right side, and a hammer, to his left.
There were also other people amongst them that the masked fighter had just noticed – all humans. Most of them sought the same thing, a new destination, a new adventure, a brand new chapter into their lives, and then there was another, the only female there, a girl whose puzzled demeanour suggested that she had no idea where she was. The brunette appeared to be in her mid teens, possibly a highschool sophomore, but no older than a junior. She looked like the typical girl next door – not extremely attractive, not ugly, but cute, kind, and unassuming. She looked timid – a misfit that had just stumbled upon the place by chance.
Poor girl, thought Batman. Suddenly, his mind traced back to what Omni had mentioned, ‘there will be others in the Omniverse’. The superhero had been summoned by Omni because of his admirable achievements as the protector of Gotham City. The others were probably heroes whom had also been summoned because of their achievements. These men had good physiques too, and assumedly possessed fighting backgrounds; however the same could not be said for the girl who seemed as if she could not harm a fly. The great Omni had summoned her here too though; therefore there was obviously something special about her. It would be foolish to underestimate anyone, a notion that Batman respected.
Batman returned his focus to the man who had spoken to him, but then turned to the individual who had gently tapped his right shoulder.
“Excuse me.” It was the girl. “Would you tell me where I am?”
Batman shifted his eyes back to King Bradley, who was supposed to be his prime focus, but could not just ignore the damsel in distress.
“The Omniverse, apparently,” he replied, as gently as he could. “Didn’t Omni bring you here?”
“Omni,” she recited, and then winced, trying to figure out why the name was so familiar. “I can’t remember.” She bowed her head, feeling dejected.
It was peculiar that she could not remember Omni, whereas Batman clearly could.
He gently placed his right hand on her left shoulder. “Keep your head up.”
She raised her head, and gazed into his blue eyes, trying to put on a brave face.
“You gotta to be strong out here.” He uttered the next part quietly. “I don’t know any of these people, and you obviously don’t either, which is why it’s important not to show them any sort of vulnerability.” He knew this from experience, after Omni had exploited one of his weaknesses, which he used to sucker Batman into his Omniverse.
“Okay,” she replied in a soft tone, but the crime fighter was not convinced, and neither was she.
“I’m Batman by the way.”
Batman, she thought, convinced it was not his real name. Suddenly, she came to a revelation that he was wearing a mask to protect his true identity.
“I’m Kairi,” she replied with a welcoming smile. “What’s your real name?”
Batman chuckled. She had the distinction of being the first person to amuse him in this verse.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
She smiled once more. “I think I get it.” She genuinely understood but had felt the necessity to chance it.
Batman’s identity was the most valuable thing to him, something that even his family did not know. Only two people knew his true identity, and they were his mentors.
“That’s why Omni brought me here. I’m a superhero from Gotham City. Every heard of it?”
“No,” she replied.
“Fair enough,” he smiled. “Basically, I beat up bad guys, save lives and protect civilians for a living. That interested Omni. He said, and I quote, ‘that I’d be a valuable asset to the Omniverse’.” Batman placed his hands by his shoulders. “Don’t you remember anything at all?”
“I’ve tried, but I just can’t remember,” she sulked.
The superhero placed both hands on her shoulder this time. It was the best he could do to comfort her without seeming like a sentimental, soft touch, like her.
“Omni brought you here. I know that much, which means you obviously have a gift, an ability, something that impressed him enough to bring you here. Where are you from, and what do you do for a living?”
Omni, he suddenly remembered, but there was no sign of the Omniverse’s creator anywhere. There was nothing but empty space around him – a seemingly endless, white void that contrasted to the black void where he had met Omni. There was no sun, no clouds, and no moon, just pure whiteness.
The youth had seen a lot of extraordinary things in his lifetime, from his childhood, all the way to his present role as Batman, but they all paled in comparison to the Omniverse. It was beyond his wildest imaginations. He did not even know how he had been transported to this verse. The last thing he remembered was preparing for a training session at his mentor, Bruce Wayne’s mansion, and then suddenly, he was inside a black void; everything else that had transpired after that, led him here in the middle of nowhere.
Batman rubbed his face, trying his best to maintain his composure. It was frustrating not knowing what to do, or where to go in a place that lacked any signs nor signals. Omni could have at least provided him with a tour guide.
The teen rose to his feet and went with his instincts, heading forward. He marched with haste, anxious to discover any form of life, a landmark, anything.
Thirty seconds past but there was no sign of anything, and then another thirty seconds, same outcome, and then twenty, nothing. Just as his patience was on the verge of growing thin, he discovered something that prevented him from losing his composer, the sound of water flowing. It sounded like a water fountain. The anticipation of this discovery triggered the man into a sprint; his black boots clogging rapidly against the white, concrete ground. After half a minute he stopped; there before him was a circular shaped lake, which was surrounded by a circle of white pillars – so tall that they extended towards the white sky. An endless amount of water elevated from the lake, and then swerved back down into it in every direction. It was the most impressive sight he had ever witnessed. It was so extraordinary that it enthralled him with tunnel vision.
“A sight for sore eyes isn’t it?”
“Huh?” uttered the teen, who involuntary jerked his head towards a man who was sitting comfortably on a fancy armchair. He was a well dressed, middle aged man with slick, black hair. His most distinctive feature was not his thick moustache – it was the eyepatch that covered his right eye.
“The water fountain,” replied the man, who wore a blue, military outfit. There were five humanoids behind him encased in white, metallic battlesuit's, holding plasma guns. Their identities were protected by their white helmets. That was the only aspect about them relative to the bat costumed fighter. Batman’s eyes trailed towards their weapons, which lay idle by their wastes. Their lack of hostility eased the fighter, at least for now. He was not going to trust a group of strangers.
Batman was about to respond to the eyeless man, but then refrained as someone else caught his attention. This individual stood out like a sore thumb with his green skin, elf ears, and grotesque face. His most intimidating feature was not his behemoth size, (which was clearly evident despite the fact he was sitting on the ground, with his legs crossed) it was the two, razor sharp teeth that poked out of his mouth like elephant tusks. He was by far the most hideous creature the crime fighter had ever witnessed. Just the mere presence of this person made the humans skin tingle under his leather costume.
As a proud person with a huge reputation as an ass-kicker, the last thing Batman wanted was for the orc to detect fear in his eyes; therefore he shifted his attention elsewhere. There were five soldiers behind their leader, identical to the others. Their weapons were also drawn. Batman highly doubted the orc needed their protection, especially considering the fact that he had two weapons, a large hammer that lay next to his right side, and a hammer, to his left.
There were also other people amongst them that the masked fighter had just noticed – all humans. Most of them sought the same thing, a new destination, a new adventure, a brand new chapter into their lives, and then there was another, the only female there, a girl whose puzzled demeanour suggested that she had no idea where she was. The brunette appeared to be in her mid teens, possibly a highschool sophomore, but no older than a junior. She looked like the typical girl next door – not extremely attractive, not ugly, but cute, kind, and unassuming. She looked timid – a misfit that had just stumbled upon the place by chance.
Poor girl, thought Batman. Suddenly, his mind traced back to what Omni had mentioned, ‘there will be others in the Omniverse’. The superhero had been summoned by Omni because of his admirable achievements as the protector of Gotham City. The others were probably heroes whom had also been summoned because of their achievements. These men had good physiques too, and assumedly possessed fighting backgrounds; however the same could not be said for the girl who seemed as if she could not harm a fly. The great Omni had summoned her here too though; therefore there was obviously something special about her. It would be foolish to underestimate anyone, a notion that Batman respected.
Batman returned his focus to the man who had spoken to him, but then turned to the individual who had gently tapped his right shoulder.
“Excuse me.” It was the girl. “Would you tell me where I am?”
Batman shifted his eyes back to King Bradley, who was supposed to be his prime focus, but could not just ignore the damsel in distress.
“The Omniverse, apparently,” he replied, as gently as he could. “Didn’t Omni bring you here?”
“Omni,” she recited, and then winced, trying to figure out why the name was so familiar. “I can’t remember.” She bowed her head, feeling dejected.
It was peculiar that she could not remember Omni, whereas Batman clearly could.
He gently placed his right hand on her left shoulder. “Keep your head up.”
She raised her head, and gazed into his blue eyes, trying to put on a brave face.
“You gotta to be strong out here.” He uttered the next part quietly. “I don’t know any of these people, and you obviously don’t either, which is why it’s important not to show them any sort of vulnerability.” He knew this from experience, after Omni had exploited one of his weaknesses, which he used to sucker Batman into his Omniverse.
“Okay,” she replied in a soft tone, but the crime fighter was not convinced, and neither was she.
“I’m Batman by the way.”
Batman, she thought, convinced it was not his real name. Suddenly, she came to a revelation that he was wearing a mask to protect his true identity.
“I’m Kairi,” she replied with a welcoming smile. “What’s your real name?”
Batman chuckled. She had the distinction of being the first person to amuse him in this verse.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
She smiled once more. “I think I get it.” She genuinely understood but had felt the necessity to chance it.
Batman’s identity was the most valuable thing to him, something that even his family did not know. Only two people knew his true identity, and they were his mentors.
“That’s why Omni brought me here. I’m a superhero from Gotham City. Every heard of it?”
“No,” she replied.
“Fair enough,” he smiled. “Basically, I beat up bad guys, save lives and protect civilians for a living. That interested Omni. He said, and I quote, ‘that I’d be a valuable asset to the Omniverse’.” Batman placed his hands by his shoulders. “Don’t you remember anything at all?”
“I’ve tried, but I just can’t remember,” she sulked.
The superhero placed both hands on her shoulder this time. It was the best he could do to comfort her without seeming like a sentimental, soft touch, like her.
“Omni brought you here. I know that much, which means you obviously have a gift, an ability, something that impressed him enough to bring you here. Where are you from, and what do you do for a living?”
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