Fan Fiction Story

This story was created for fun. The grammar isn't great and some of the characters are from a universe that I am creating with my writing team. This is a crossover between 4 separate universes that include alternate versions of the MCU the DCEU and Star Wars Universe respectively along with my own original universe. Please don't try to take this too seriously. As it's just for fun.

It's midnight in Gotham City. The full moon sits high, illuminating the dirty and desolate streets. The city is quiet, eerily quiet. The silence was unsettling to the Batman. He sat alone in his bat mobile, in the middle of a dark alleyway. He was antsy, he had just put away this months quarry of super villains. But, it didn't change anything. The city's crime almost never slept. Except for tonight.

Batman sighed, "Alfred?"

"Yes, Master Wayne?" The stern British voice responded.

"Anything yet?"

"There wasn't anything when you asked five minutes ago! And there isn't anything right now! Maybe you should think about coming home." Alfred said.

"No, not yet! It's too quiet out here." Batman took another deep breath. He didn't know whether he was bored or whether he just couldn't handle the world without some type of conflict. Maybe he just couldn't trust things to be peaceful for too long. Either way, he was unsettled.

"Master Bruce!" Alfred's voice sounded off. A little more panicked than usual.

"Go ahead!"

"There's been a break-in!" He said sternly.

Batman breathed a sigh of relief. "Where?"

"Wayne Tower!"

"What?" Batman blasted back.

Wayne Tower

Trent Grayson wasn't sure how he'd ended up there. In the middle of a well lit hallway. He was dizzy, and his head felt like it'd been hit with a hammer. One second he was helping Megan practice a teleportation spell, the next. He was alone. His hand shot to his ear-piece.

"Miguel? Where am I?"

But the effort was futile. All he got back was static. Trent breathed deeply. He was seriously annoyed.

"Fuck!" He said begrudgingly.

He'd heard them coming, even through the ringing in his ears. The men in baby blue uniforms. Running towards with their pistols out. All fixated on the man standing in their hallway. Trent gripped the handle of his black SCAR-L. The lenses on his goggles blackened. His black armored-suit reflected the hallways light.

"Sir, don't move!" One of the security officers said.

Trent turned and looked at the group. There were four of them. All watching him closely.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"We're not going to tell you again! Drop your weapon and freeze!" The officer shouted.

"Do you want me to drop my weapon or freeze?" Trent asked.

"Drop the gun!" The officer shouted.

"Yeah uhhh, I don't want too!" Trent responded.

The first officer straightened his aim. The room got silent. The HUD in Trent's googles showed the officers hear rate. It was beating fast. Way too fast. The display predicted it before the Trent. The man was sweating, he was scared.

"Don't do it!" Trent said sternly through his mask.

The officer did it. He squeezed the trigger on his weapon. All the officers fired at Trent. And the bullets did absolutely nothing except glance off the man's armor. Trent responded quickly, raising his rifle and firing. It only took eight rounds. Trent shot the gun's out of each officers hands. Each gun exploding and sending metal shards into their handlers. That was only what the first four rounds did. The next four each found a kneecap. All the officers fell. Each screaming in agony.

Trent turned and started down the hallway. That was when he heard the clicking of a guns hammer. He dropped to one knee and spun around. Firing a single round. The officer who had started this. Who had fired first, now had a round between his eyes.

"Shit!" Trent said to himself. Standing up slowly.

"I need to get out of here!"

He took off again, looking around the hallway until his eyes caught sight of the sign. Wayne Tower.

"Where the hell?"

Trent said sternly. He turned around, there was a maze of brightly lit hallways behind him. All decorated in lavish, fantastical pieces of Art. Some rich prick owned this place. His eyes looked down at the black tile floor. The place reminded him of Gideon Tower in Tokyo. The one where he had to fight their entire security force. The place where he killed everything, where he was a mindless drone. Working as an agent of Death. The memory haunted him.

That was when his eyes caught the chrome doors of the elevator. "Huh! That's convenient!" He said to himself. He started towards it. That was when his hud warned him. The words in red letters popping up. EMP imminent. Trent cocked his head as the darkness started consuming the hallways. Then it consumed Trent. He stopped, his suit was built to withstand EMP devices.

His glasses, or goggles, knew what they had to do. The hallway went from complete darkness to green. Trent didn't know what he was expecting. But it certainly wasn't the first flying straight at him. Trent was hit square in the mask.

He staggered backwards a few steps. Then took another blow to the face. Trent thought quickly. Throwing his arms up in a defensive stance. But his assailant wasn't going for his face anymore. Trent felt the attempted leg sweep as his assailant's leg collided with Trent's knee cap. But the leg stopped, dead in its tracks. Trent aimed his rifle downwards and fired.

Batman felt the bullets pepper his batsuit. They weren't strong enough to penetrate but they hurt. He rolled backwards. Taking out a flash bang as he did so.

The bright light in a flash bang would blind any normal man. But Trent Grayson was far from normal. His HUD had protected his eyes from the light. His mask, protected his ears from the blast. Not that he needed it. Trent now had a full view of his assailant. A dark figure, shrouded in a dark cloak, with two ears pointing out of its head. Trent aimed his rifle for center of mass and fired. Holding the trigger down.

Batman managed to dodge the first volley of bullets. But not all of them. He kept moving though. Until he heard a click. The man had run out of ammo. Batman was fast, launching a bat-a-rang at him.

Trent could hear the sharp metal flying at him. He used his rifle, and was surprised. When the point of whatever this thing threw at him erupted out the other side of his firearm. Trent threw his rifle to the side. Watching as his assailant used to boost himself into the air. Trent was fast, and he knew it. Spinning into a roundhouse kick. The assailant was not expecting such a powerful blow. It rocketed him straight through the wall and into the next room. Trent stood and watched the hole for a second. Reaching into the back of his belt and pulling a hand grenade. He pulled the pin causally tossed the grenade into the room. Then started jogging to the elevator.

Batman had only barely avoided the explosion. The room shook, the building shook. Batman had found himself taking cover behind an overturned desk. As the shrapnel put holes in it. The explosion was quick. Batman shot to his feet.

"Alfred!"

"He is in the elevator shaft sir!"

"Who the hell is this?" Batman asked.

"I'm not positive! At first I thought he was Slade Wilson!" Alfred said sternly.

"Where is he?"

"He seems to have pried the elevator doors open! Heading up towards the roof! Should I lock him in?"

"No, I'll meet him on the roof. Oh and alert the league! He's definitely a meta human!"

Trent had climbed to the roof. His heart dropped when he saw the skyline. He'd been all over the world. And he didn't recognize this place. He knew it was American. He stood atop the buildings helipad. He took a deep angry sigh. He looked up at the bright full moon.

"Horseman, I could really use some exposition right about now!"

He scanned the skyline, he could see the dirty and damp streets on the ground below him. The buildings were all darkened and old. The place lacked any modest scenery. "What is this dump?" Trent asked himself.

"Gotham!" A deep raspy voice called out behind him.

Trent turned around. The assailant stood there. Not fifteen feet from him. Trent turned, that was when he realized it. This was a man.

"Who the fuck are you?" Trent demanded. He looked the assailant's eyes. They were fixed on him. Trent's HUD started putting targets on them, the eyes and the exposed mouth.

Batman scowled, "You killed a man!"

"He shot first!"

"He had a family!" Batman shot back.

"So do I!"

The two men started squaring each other up. Seeing who would make the first move.

Batman pulled a ball out of his belt. A small black pellet the size of a quarter. He slammed it hard into the ground and a thick grey smoke cloud suddenly filled the air between him and Trent.

Trent stood for a second. Glancing through the cloud. He reached into his belt and yanked out his 1911. Aiming it at the cloud. His ears caught a whizzing, something flying at him. Before he knew it a bat shaped knife was in the barrel of his gun. He looked at it for a second. When he realized.

"Fu-" was all he got out. The bat-a-rang exploded his gun. The bits of metal damaging his goggles. Breaking one of the lenses. Trent staggered backwards a few steps. He tore the goggles off of his face.

"What the fuck!" He groaned.

Before he knew it, the bat had erupted out of the smoke. He hit the dazed Trent square in the eye. Trent had felt that one. His brow had a bit of blood dripping out of it now. But it hadn't done him much. It only pissed Trent off.

Batman threw a second punch, but the super soldier caught it. He swatted Batman's arm down. Then returned fire. Hitting the bat with a flurry of punches to the bat's torso. Then followed it up with a perfectly timed drop kick to the chest. The bat flew across the roof. Bouncing on the ground hard until he started rolling. He finally came to a stop at the edge of the helipad. Batman's breath had begun to labor. He could feel his ribs were broken. He could also feel his lung filling with some type of liquid.

Trent calmly pulled his sword off of his back. The edges of his black tactical gladius glowed blue in the night. He walked towards the bat. Gripping it tighter as he did so. His teeth gritted.

Batman pulled another pellet out of his belt. He launched it at Trent. The pellet exploded into a white putty by his feet. Trent felt his foot become glued to the helipad. He swiped his sword at it.

That was all Batman needed. He got to his feet and rushed towards Trent. Then colliding with him hard, like a lion after a gazelle. Trent smashed into the cold hard concrete that made up helipad. His sword clanking across the roof. The bat punching him in the face as many times as he could.

Trent didn't flinch. The punches hurt but he didn't flinch. He just reached out. His hand above his head. That was when Bruce noticed it. The man's glove was glowing. Bruce looked up, and Trent's sword was flying straight towards them.

Batman pulled another pellet and flung it at the sword. More putty and the sword was stuck to the roof. But the second he did that he took a viscous right hook to the jaw. Batman rolled off of Trent.

Trent shot to his feet. Batman was on a knee.

"I'll give it too you! You're one clever motherfucker!" Trent said sternly.

Batman didn't say a word, he reached into his utility belt and pulled another bat-a-rang and slang it as hard as he could. It whizzed through the air. But Trent caught it and threw it back at him. The weapon dug into the bats shoulder. He screamed in pain.

"Master Bruce, the league is on route!"

Trent was already in front of Batman. His boot cracking the cowl on Batman's face. The bat was struggling to get up. Trent turned around and started walking towards the edge of the roof.

"Even with all you're tricks you're still just a man!" He said.

Trent's eyes scanned the skyline, "Now it's time to go home!"

"No!" A weak raspy voice called out behind him.

Trent took an annoyed breath. He turned to see the bat. He was standing, but he was slouched and obliviously in pain. Blood running down his face. A face which Trent could make out part of through the hole in the cowl.

"I'm the Batman!" The man groaned as he aimed what looked a small harpoon at Trent. A grappling gun. It fired straight at Trent. But again, Trent caught the hook. Inches from his face this time.

"Seriously?" Trent asked.

Batman smirked, then pressed a button on the gun itself. Electricity cackled down the line and into Trent's hand. But again, Trent just stood there. Taking all ten thousand volts like it was nothing. He reached to his thigh and pulled his kukari and chopped the line in one swift motion.

Batman groaned. "You gotta be kidding me!"

Trent launched his knife at Batman. Batman felt as the point dig into the shoulder of the arm holding the grappling gun. He screamed in agony as he fell backwards. A pool of blood sticky warm forming around him.

Trent stood looking at the bat. "You'll live!" He turned and took a breath. That was when he saw something barreling towards him. It was... a man.

The man was wearing a blue body suit with a red cape that waved in the air behind him. The man slowed down and hovered feet from Trent.

"Oh fuck me!" Trent said out loud. That was when he heard something hit the rooftop behind him. He turned around to see a woman with dark hair holding a sword and shield standing behind him. Both having grim looks on their faces.

"Oh fuck me sideways!" Trent said.

"Who are you?" Superman demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Trent responded.

"I'm Superman! That's Wonder Woman! What did you do to our friend?"

Batman's eyes started growing heavy. He felt himself fading.

Trent turned and looked at Batman. Then suddenly orange and white lightning passed the body. Trent's eyes grew big. Batman's body had been taken by the lightning. "What the hell?"

He turned back to Superman. Who he noticed was closer.

"Who are you?" Superman asked.

"Call me Nemesis!" Trent responded.

"Well, Nemesis! I suggest you stand down!" Superman said sternly.

"And why is that?"

"Because you're outnumbered four to one!" Wonder Woman said from behind him.

It was then that Trent caught someone in the corner of his eye. A tall black man who looked more machine than man. Then on his other side, a man who looked strikingly similar to the man in front of him. But instead of a blue suit with a red cape he had a white cape and a red suit. With a lightning bolt on the chest.

"Shit!" Trent groaned.

"Exactly!" Superman said.