What happens when you cross every story and dimension I feel like and bind it all together in the Young Justice Universe? Crazy shit. Crazy shit indeed. Now with a revised prologue!
This story is a strange, complicated mess of dimensions, contradictory rules and a million other things I haven't gotten around to deciding yet. It's also one of the first I've liked enough to publish. Constructive criticism is appreciated, harsh or not. Positive feedback will earn you imaginary cookies. Have fun.
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Prologue
Wherein a Mysterious Person Arrives and a Story is Begun
Gotham City 11:25 PM
The roof was slippery beneath his feet. The rain pounded down on his head as he leapt across openings. He'd been trailing this lead for more than a week. And it had all been going according to plan until the breach had appeared.
The breach had looked like a glowing crack in the air. It wasn't quite blinding, but it was strangely hard to look at, like your brain didn't want to accept that it was there. Even so, Bruce Wayne was a strong-willed person and he managed to get a glimpse before he was bowled over by an extremely strangely dressed person. Not that he was anyone to talk, but this person really took the cake.
He was wearing a red coat, decorated with black flame designs and Japanese characters over an orange and black sweater with matching sweatpants. To top it all off, he was wearing a headband. He almost chuckled. Bruce hadn't seen a serious headband since the seventies.
Naruto Uzumaki, meanwhile, was severely disoriented and for good reason. After all, he wasn't even in the right multiverse, let alone the right world. All the same, he wasn't his village's hero for nothing. Despite his pounding headache and general sense of stomach turbulence, he quickly got up and took in his surroundings.
That was when he started cursing in fluent Japanese. Very fluent. Between the rain and the kid's rate of speech, Bruce only managed to catch snatches of what was being said but he caught what sounded like names as well as something about a "time-space ninjustu clusterfuck" and how "Sakura's gonna beat me senseless for this."
Batman's eyes narrowed. The boy was clearly out of place and possibly in shock. He tentatively edged forward. The blonde was definitely speaking Japanese, but it was a dialect he'd never heard before. It was suddenly after a few minutes of this mindless griping that the boy finally seemed to notice the Dark Knight's presence. He grinned slightly and sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Sooo… I don't suppose you can tell me how or why I'm here can you?"
Batman squinted slightly and shook his head. "No. But I can take you to people who can help you find out." The kid's eyes narrowed and he tilted his head slightly, as though gauging the truth of this strangely dressed man's words before nodding tentatively and motioning for the Dark Knight to lead on.