I am still a novice when it comes to writing fanfiction. Honestly, I am a little nervous because this is my first serious attempt to write a story. Hopefully, the more I write the more confident and better I will be when writing a story. The ones that came before this one were all spur-of-the-moment and I have hit a wall of sorts. Writer's block and loss of motivation have contributed to the hiatus the other stories are currently on. Hope to change all that with the upcoming prologues. Wish you all a peaceful, non-stressful day or night depending on when you read this. Also, I do not own any of the recognizable characters except for the OC's. This story is for fun and to help me improve on my writing skills. Enjoy. n_n


Prologue: An amnesiac wakes in a new world

Where am I? Who am I? What am I? He could not remember the circumstances that led to him ending up in this endless void. Trying to recall anything only brought pain. The only thing he could be certain about was his name, his identity. Like a lifeline, he clung to his name and used it to affirm his existence. In all honesty, that was the only thing keeping him balanced. Even if he was stuck in this "boundary" for the rest of his life, he would not give up his identity. His indomitable spirit and undying will refused to admit defeat.

Decades passed since he found himself in this desolate place and yet he never lost himself. Day in and day out he drifted across the infinite expanse barely able to move. Today was shaping up to be the same way… At least until a bright light blinded him and he knew no more.

"...chael ...riel stop messing… You're going to wake him up" a voice chided. The young man stirred at the noises and voices coming from his side.

"Aw, we just wanted to see what all the fuss was about" one childish voice explained. "Yeah! It's not everyday you find a hobo passed out in the dumpster outside a church" another young-sounding voice added.

"That still doesn't give you two any right to sneak in here to gawk at an injured person. He is still recovering from whatever put him in that state and he needs all the rest he can get. For now just let him rest. You two can talk to him when he recovers," the first voice responded. "Now get going, dinner is almost ready."

"Yes, Miss Serena." The sound of sighing was heard as the two young voices gradually grew distant until they could no longer be heard.

"Sometimes those two are a real handful." Unbeknownst to Serena, the aforementioned hobo was beginning to come to due to the earlier argument.

"Sure, Michael and Gabriel are sweet kids who still have that childish innocence and optimism, which is so hard to find in Gotham nowadays, but their enthusiasm for the outside world and adventurous nature can really make a person worry for their well-being. I honestly don't know how much more my heart can take. Really wonder if they will be alright when they get older…" she mused while making sure nothing was out of place.

"Uhhh… Why does it feel like my entire body was put through a grinder, trampled by a stampede, and roasted by hellfire," a voice rasped out from the bed.

Caught by surprise, Serena let out a yelp before turning to face the bed. The occupant let out a pained grunt before trying to sit up. Clad in a traditional Japanese style sleeveless red turtleneck top, long black gloves reaching his elbows, and baggy black pants, the young man appeared very striking with his blond hair and green left eye. Blinking out of her stupor, Serena automatically replied to his comment.

"That… sounds like an oddly specific response. Any reason for that?"

"Who the hell are you and where am I?" the hobo questioned the brunette confusedly.

"Quite the mouth you have, don't you? As for your question: My name is Serena, and you Mr. Hobo are at a church located in Gotham City." "Gotham… City?" "Yeah, major city located in Connecticut, birthplace of Wayne Enterprises, home of the Batman and some of the world's most insane criminals and psychopaths."

"Wow… Just… Wow. I honestly don't know how to respond to that."

"It's fine. The city is still standing, Batman and Robin are doing their best to protect this city and her people, and there hasn't been much chaos in the past few weeks. Anyway, we are getting off track; Are you feeling better?"

"I'm feeling a hell of a lot better than earlier if that's what you're asking. Why?"

"Considering the state we found you in a month ago, as well as the fact you still have yet to open your right eye or move your right arm, I feel warranted to ask about your health."

An attempt to open his eye proved fruitless. Same for his arm. "Well this is a pain in the ass."

Serena raised an eyebrow at his tired acceptance. "You are taking this surprisingly well. Most people would be in hysterics and panicking if they woke up from a coma to find one of their limbs not responding."

The hobo let out an amused grunt. "I'm not sure if you've noticed, but i'm not like most people."

"Clearly, the amount and severity of your injuries would have killed a person ten times over. Which begs the question: Who… are you?"


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