Prologue:
There have been many theories, fears, and thoughtless ponderings as to the state of our universe.
Are we here?
Is any of this real?
Does anything have any meaning?
See. Pointless.
These questions have no base. Any good wonderer would enlighten you as to the essential start to any cataclysmic question.
Why?
Why are we here?
Why would any of this be real?
Why does anything have meaning?
Of course this is only one of the bases; simple whos, whats, whens, and whys help form the questions that could actually be answered.
Of course they never are. Who would do the answering? (See, another base.)
Certainly not a God. Close your eyes and send up a prayer to a figureless, formless being and your solution will be just as insubstantial. Besides, which God? (Which: I knew there was another one) Has humanity made that decision yet? The popular winners are a single God both merciful and damning, many gods warring for supremacy affecting Earth as they spar, or the underdeveloped mind of a far off child imagining a world and all of its 3 billion inhabitants (smart kid).
Personally, I'm betting it all on the latter. Where I come from, a single mind with every capacity to create and destroy also wields the power of an entire universe.
The basic concept applies; what is thought of, written down, or drawn has every potential of escaping into life.
But these are just ideas, sparks of imaginative power taken from one mind to be supervised by another: allowed on live on that supervisor's terms.
If you had any questions until now I will try to answer them. Let's start with the bases.
Who: I have no name to tell you. Pick one and I will never answer your desperate calls. I am no one.
What: I am a Limited: a Narrator to a world. I am formless, figureless, and baseless and your prayers have no effect on me.
Where: I am there when you are born and I will be there when you die. I am everywhere and nowhere, forever whispering your breaths before you even take them. I haven't finished your story yet, but I can tell you that it will hurt.
When: At the beginning, at the end, and every fear filled minute in-between.
Why: Every world needs a Narrator. Be thankful you have me.
Any questions?
Oh, I am not all powerful (good question). There are things I can not control. Free will prevents me that; and if anything is spoken often enough the story tends to change.
An example? Well, this situation seems to apply to my power as a Limited.
I am formless. This is not my body, it can't be. I have no blood to spill so this trail must be from someone else. I write your lives and no one controls me. There is someone else being held at knife point in this alley.
Right?
"Well, hello beautiful."
A/N: Well, here we go all. My first Batman fic. If you are confused, I promise it will get better. I wanted to experiment with AU and different points of narration. THIS IS NOT A MARY-SUE. There shall be no shacking up of OCs in my fiction. All reviews/ flames are welcomed and encourage. Come on…..R&R.