So this is a Boku no Hero Academia x Justice League fanfic. I didn't put it in crossovers because I doubt it would be seen by many. This is also on Archive of Our Own under the same title and username.

It all started in Qing Qing, China. It was announced that a 'luminescent' baby had been born. Soon all over the world, more people began to develop these strange powers. After some time had passed, the 'supernatural' became the 'norm' and 'dreams' became the new 'reality'.

Now society is composed of superhumans, with 80% of the world population possessing a unique ability or 'Quirk'. Chaos aroused around the world and from it came the profession everyone once only could fantasize about:

Hero

A young boy ran down the sidewalk towards the sound of destruction. He wore a black gakuran and a pair of white leather sneakers. He kept a grip on his black school briefcase as he made his way past other pedestrians. His short black hair was fashioned in a normal style with the bangs mostly brushed to the right, however, there was a feeling of prestige from it. His narrow, bright blue eyes and neutral frown gave him a dispassionate expression, but it was clear he was motivated as he ran to the current face-off. He saw the crowd that had formed around the fight and remained near the back as he had a pretty good view.

"The villain appears to have a sort of gigantification Quirk," the boy said to himself. He then took notice of the hero who had arrived at the scene. "Kamui Wood, a relatively new hero experiencing a surge in popularity. His Quirk allows him to control wood conjured from his body," the boy said as he watched the hero perform a move to restrain the criminal. However before it could make contact, a new voice rang out "Canyon Cannon!" and a gigantic woman delivered a fly kick to the villain's face, rendering him unconscious.

The new hero stood up and glanced back at the surprised crowd. "Hello, this is my debut. I am Mount Lady, and it is a pleasure to make your 'ass'-quaintance!" She seductively introduced herself as photos of her heroic actions and sexual appeal were taken.

The boy remained looking unimpressed. "Mount Lady, a new hero who has some sort of size altering Quirk." He slung his briefcase over his shoulder as he turned to walk back to school. "Clearly thinks highly of her sex appeal."

The middle schooler sat at his desk half listening to his teacher drone on about how the students should be thinking about their futures. She mentioned how they all had many talents, and how some could even get into the heroic departments.

"Though I must say I'm not sure about you attending U.A., Wayne." That drew the boy out of his stupor. The class grew silent, allowing the whispers to be heard loud and clear.

"He wants to go to U.A.? There's no chance."

"Maybe he'll end up bribing a higher up to admit him."

"Please! All the money in the world won't convince anyone he can be a hero!"

Shut up, Wayne thought, Stop talking like I can't hear you.

But of course, it didn't stop. It hadn't in three years.

Meanwhile on the bad side of the city...

"We really shouldn't be here," a young man said to his friend.

"Come on, it's just a shortcut. It'll just take a minute or two," came the response.

The young man ducked his head into his shoulders a bit. "Still we should move fast. There's a reason this place is called Crime Alley."

Back at the school, classes had ended and everyone was either gathering their stuff or hanging out in little friend groups. Wayne secured his briefcase and made his way into the halls. As he walked to the front of the school, he could still hear the whispers around him.

"He also wants to get into U.A.."

"You kidding? He's just like that hero wannabe."

Shut up. Shut up. I'm right here. Stop talking behind my back. The boy's stoic face never betrayed the fury in his heart.

"Mama, mama! The television please!" Four-year-old Bruce Wayne raced up to his mother's leg and tugged on her dress. "Now Bruce, you've seen this video so many times. Aren't you tired of it?" Martha teased her son as she set up the television to play a recorded video.

Bruce grinned from ear to ear as he watched the old news report.

"It would appear we have a new hero debuting today!" the newscaster said as the video showed said new hero fighting a trio of villains. He wore a black outfit, yellow goggles, and was using the scarf around his neck to wrap and throw his opponents. What was interesting was he would look at a villain, and his hair would flare up. The villain's Quirk would stop working, and the hero would knock them out.

"Eraserhead, a hero who can fight bad guys without having a flashy Quirk. When I get my Quirk, I want to be a cool hero like him!" Bruce proclaimed.

"You should give up." Bruce's body froze with a look of shock plastered on his face. He dropped his rare Eraserhead action figure. "Is something the matter with our son?" Martha asked as she tried comforting him by rubbing his shoulder. "He hasn't shown any signs of developing a Quirk even though he is the right age," her husband, Thomas, said as he glanced down worriedly at Bruce.

"Tell me, what are your Quirks?" the doctor asked. "Oh, well I can make objects slide around by simply touching them," Martha answered. "I can manipulate paper into different shapes," Thomas added.

"Well, at Bruce's age, he should have manifested one of those Quirks or some combination. It's common practice to check for two toe joints to determine if someone will have a Quirk or not. If you look at this x-ray, Bruce has two joints. I'm sorry to say this, but he has no Quirk."

After the hospital visit, Bruce simply sat in front of the T.V., rewatching the recording of his favorite hero. "Mama...Daddy...Eraserhead is a cool hero without a flashy Quirk." He turned to look at his parents as tears bubbled in his eyes. He shakily pointed at the screen. "I can be...a cool hero too, right?" he asked with a sad smile. His mother and father walked towards him and threw their arms around him in an embrace. "Bruce, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, sweetie," his mom said. "We're both sorry, son," Thomas said as he pressed a kiss to his child's head.

Mom...Dad...I wish you hadn't said that. Those weren't the words I wanted to hear. But I would never get to hear you two say anything again…

Gunshots...two short screams...two bodies lying in growing puddles of blood...pained cries echoing in the night…

Bruce was here again. The alley where he had lost the two most important people in his life. He walked to the spot where they had once laid. He kneeled down on his knees and placed the white roses he had picked up on the way in front of him. Then pressing his hands flat to the ground, he bowed to the point his forehead nearly touched the cement. Bruce slowly straightened himself, though he remained kneeling. "Hello, Mom and Dad. I'm sorry I haven't been coming to visit as often as before. Things have been going on at school. I'm getting close to graduating." He paused as he contemplated his next words. "I'm hoping to get into U.A. High...Everyone mocks me behind my back...But I won't let their words get to me. Even if I have no Quirk, I'm going to become a hero."

"What do we have here?" Bruce froze and quickly shifted his body so he could see who was behind him. What greeted him was a gaunt man wearing a ragged shirt and jeans and sneakers with laces that barely held together. Bruce couldn't make out his features as the entirety of him was swaddled in what looked like bandages. Some hung loosely from his thin arms and neck, but most were wrapped tightly around his frame. What Bruce could tell was this man had black hair as indicated by the strands that stuck out from under the bandages, and he had small yellow eyes that stared at him with malicious glee. "Some kid practically making himself into ideal prey for me? How thoughtful!" the man sickeningly cheered.

Bruce could feel his heart rate accelerating, and his body grew rigid. He knew this man was dangerous, and his life was in jeopardy as long as he wasn't moving. The boy quickly scrambled to his feet, abandoning his briefcase in the process, and began running for the other end of the alley. He had just reached the sunlight when something winded around his lower legs, stumbling him. He fell, hoisting his hands in front of him to break his fall a bit. Bruce could only stare at the villain with dread as he was dragged back towards him with bandages that sprung from his body.

"Hey kid, there's no reason to be afraid. I just want to have a little fun is all. And this alley is the perfect place for me to twist your limbs off where no one can hear you scream," the man said as he approached his victim. Bruce frantically tried loosening the binding on his legs, but they wouldn't budge. Though they looked appeared to be simple bandages, they were quite tough. "No use struggling boy. Grown men can't break from those. Let's begin, shall we?" the villain said as he loomed over Bruce.

"You're one sick bastard, you know that?"

Suddenly the tightness around his legs was gone, and Bruce peered down to see the bandages lying limply around his limbs. He hurriedly brushed them off and ran towards the exit. However, he glanced over his shoulder when he heard the criminal shout a startled, "You?!" He froze and slowly turned to watch as the black-clad man used his scarf to slam the bandage man against a wall.

"Pro hero...Eraserhead!" The hero turned away from the downed villain to look at Bruce through his yellow goggles. "Kid, you should get going. This place isn't safe for someone like you. Now I have to get this guy," he nodded towards the unconscious villain, "to the nearest police station. I suggest you leave now and get home as fast as you can." With that, Eraserhead turned to leave with his catch in tow.

Bruce promptly snapped his gaping mouth shut and remembered how to breathe. "Wait! Hold on, I just have something to ask you," he called out as he scooped his belonging up from the ground.

"No. I don't have time to waste right now."

"Please," the boy exclaimed, reaching his hand out, "I've always looked up to you!" That caught Eraserhead's attention. He had purposefully become an underground hero to stay out of the spotlight, so he had no fanbase compared to the other pros. Yet this kid seemed genuine in admitting his admiration. Bruce took the hero's lack of movement as a sign to keep talking so he lowered his hand. "I've always seen you as an amazing hero because, unlike others, you don't need a flashy Quirk to be a hero. You're skilled enough to take down villains with pure hand to hand combat. And watching you fight gives me some sort of hope. If you can do all that without some sort of strengthening or projectile Quirk-is it possible that I can be like you without a Quirk?" There; he had asked his idol the burning question of his life. Now he just had to wait for an answer.

"Kid, you see this guy here?" Eraserhead tugged at the scarf wrapped around the still unconscious villain. "He's wanted for three assaults that left the victims mangled and near death. You just had a close call with him." The hero turned to Bruce. "Real villains are even worse. Hero work isn't a game, it can be a real life-or-death experience. There's no way you can become a hero. You'll just be a liability that gets in the way." The small look of hope on the boy's face immediately shattered. Eraserhead wasn't going to lie, he did feel a bit guilty. But he meant his harsh words. There has never been a Quirkless hero before because that would only end in death. "Still, if you are so determined to help others, you could become a police officer or paramedic. That's a better career choice for someone like you." He really needed to learn how to actually sound comforting. Bruce stared down at his sneakers and gave a weak nod. "Ah...I understand," he replied defeated.

Bruce walked slowly, emotionally broken from the hero he had looked up to his whole life shooting his dream down so easily. He's right, though. A Quirk is a necessity to becoming a hero. Someone like me couldn't make it past the first day of training. Bruce raised his weary eyes to the sky. This is my reality. I have to finally face it, he somberly reflected. A loud crash pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned his head towards the origin of the sound. He gasped when he saw the fight the crowd was watching.

It was the bandaged villain!

The boy quickly took note that he had a woman in his grasps. She was completely bounded, and her jaw was gripped tightly in his hand. He then saw Eraserhead a good distance in front of the man and his hostage, but he wasn't making any moves. He doesn't know what to do, Bruce realized. He then grimly remembered how that criminal had wanted to twist his limbs off. Something told Bruce he didn't need his Quirk for that.

The woman silently cried as the evil man dug his fingertips into her skin. Eraserhead hated himself for not doing anything. Even if I erase his Quirk, he could easily snap her neck before I can rescue her. He might not be that fast, but I can't take that chance. For some reason, his thoughts trailed to the boy who proclaimed him to be an amazing hero. The pro clenched his jaw.

I'm far from being a hero worthy of admiration, he thought as he returned to the situation at hand. I let the villain escape, and now I can't fix the problem caused by my mistake. He'd berate himself for not noticing that the man had woken up later. Right now he had to figure something out and fast.

Bruce gripped his uniform over his heart while guilt-racked through his body. This...this is all my fault. If I hadn't distracted Eraserhead with my selfishness, this likely wouldn't be happening. He gently let out the breath he was holding in and released his grasp on his jacket. The best I can do now is not get in the way. He moved to walk away from the conflict he had indirectly caused.

"Mama!"

Bruce stiffened when the child's cry reached his ears. He looked over and saw a little boy being held back by another onlooker. The child was sobbing and futilely reaching out towards his mother.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!"

...Mama...Bruce sweetie…

He's running. His legs are moving on their own and are pushing him past the shocked onlookers and Eraserhead. He heard the hero call out to him, but the words didn't register in his head.

Why am I running? Why can't I stop running!?

The villain's eyes widened at the sight of him. "You again?!" he hissed as he shot several bandages at Bruce. The boy paused briefly before dodging to the side. A few nicked the sleeve of his jacket, tearing through the fabric.

Shit, he can sharpen those things. Come on, think. What would a hero do? Realization hit him and both hands clenched around the handle of his briefcase. A distraction! He threw it with all his might at the villain's face and successfully got him to loosen his grasp on his hostage. Now's my chance! Bruce rushed over and began ripping away bandages by the handful. Eraserhead stared in astonishment.

The villain's Quirk is producing bandages from his body that can be as strong as leather. Yet that kid is tearing through them like paper.

Bruce managed to free the woman from a majority of the bindings. She stared at him in confusion, but that faded when he grabbed her hand. "Let's go!" He ran with her right behind him. Next, get civilians to safety.

"Damn you!" the villain shrieked as he sent several sharpened wrappings at them. Bruce's eyes widened. Crap! He pulled the woman forward and pushed her ahead of him. Keep civilians out of harm's way at any cost! As the cutting ends closed in on him, the boy shut his eyes and threw his arms up as he braced to be sliced.

It never happened. Bruce reluctantly peered out his eyelids and gasped when he saw Eraserhead in front of him, his scarf wrapped around the villain, and his Erasure rendering the man's Quirk useless. "You're one crazy kid. But you've just demonstrated to me that you're not just some delusional fanboy." With that, he sent the criminal into the side of a car, leaving a deep dent. Bruce watched in awe. Eraserhead, you're so cool!

"Kid!" He looked to see an officer rushing towards him. Several police members had arrived and were hauling the restrained villain into a police van. "I'm afraid I need to take you in for questioning." Before Bruce could answer, he felt something wind around him, pinning his arms to his sides. At first, he panicked before his eyes trailed over to see it was Eraserhead's scarf. "Don't worry, I'll take care of him." Next thing he knew, Bruce was flying in the air as the officer cried out for them to wait.

Bruce winced as his bottom was placed on the ground roughly. As he rubbed his lower back, he felt the binding pull off of him. "Look, I'm sorry I ran out like that. It was stupid and reckless, and I-" Bruce paused when he saw his school briefcase in front of his face. Eraserhead held it out to him. "Thank you," he said as he took it back and stood up.

"Kid, I need to know: what drove you to run out there in all that danger?" the hero asked. The boy looked away before answering, "That woman is a mother... I didn't want them to lose each other." The pro picked up on the underlying sadness in his tone. "So I just ran without any forethought. All I could think of was 'I have to save her!'." He chuckled humorlessly. "Look at me," he said while refusing to meet his idol's eyes. "I'm the equivalent of a kid playing superhero around the house." He bowed a bit. "I distracted you during your work and caused so much trouble. For that, I deeply apologize." Bruce then turned with his head low and began walking away.

"Actually, I'm the one who should be apologizing." That surprised the boy, and he then looked back at Eraserhead. "Despite the odds stacked against you, you did what you did for the sole purpose of saving a life. I was able to act because a Quirkless kid who sees himself as 'useless' showed he was willing to risk himself for the sake of another." Bruce continued to stare. "I judged you, like everyone else, by the power you don't have, rather than the powers you do have." Bruce could feel a wetness in his eyes he hadn't felt in 7 years. "There are many pros who have stories of their school days where their bodies moved on their own. Tell me: was that what it was like for you?" Bruce felt something trail down his cheeks, and his teeth clenched in a weak attempt to muffle his cries.

"Y-yes!" he admitted. His knees buckled, and he kneeled on the ground as he softly began sobbing.

"Bruce, I'm sorry." "We're both sorry, son."

Mom...Dad... I know you meant well but... the words I wanted... what I needed to hear...

Eraserhead stared at the crying boy.

"Kid, you can become a hero."

Bruce, upon hearing that sentence, finally stopped restraining himself. His cries blew into the wind coming through the neighborhood the two were in. At last, years of sorrow, frustration, and anguish had been released.

"He's Quirkless. He'll never be a hero."

"You should give up."

"I can be... a cool hero too, right?"

That day was a real miracle. I met the hero I had always idolized, and he was the first person to acknowledge my dream could be a reality.

By the way, I forgot to mention: this is the story of how I became one of the world's greatest heroes.

Now for the Preview!

My dream of being a hero has been recognized by the pro I've always looked up to.

My journey to being one the greatest has started, but already trials will be placed before me.

Next time: Train Like Hell Kid!

Something tells me I'm in for a lot of pain.

This has been an idea my head ever since I started watching Boku no Hero Academia, so like when it started airing. Originally it was suppose to be a story where DC characters just replace Class 1-A, but I decided it would be more fun if DC and BnHA interact instead.

Okay before some fanboy or girl starts raging in the comments about how out of character Bruce Wayne was, let me making something perfectly clear: this is NOT Bruce Wayne. This is a character that is BASED off of Bruce Wayne. That goes for the other DC characters that will be introduced later. While they will not be altered to the point where they don't represent the basics of the originals, they have been changed in order to make them fit into BnHA's world. Plus most of them will be teenagers now, so give me some leeway. I wrote this fanfic in order to show and share my love of DC and BnHA, so I don't need any hate for doing that.

A majority will focus on Bruce and be told from his point of view, but occasionally we might switch to a different POV in later chapters.

Just so you know, I write my chapters by hand first before having them proofread and posting them. So updates may be a bit slow. However the story has been planned out all the way to the end of the BnHA's anime's first season, and I have notes on how Season 2 will go.

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