Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the concept of Batman Beyond. I know that some rich company somewhere does, and quite honestly, I'm glad, becaue otherswise I could and that would be very bad. However, I do own any new characters created in this fanfic, and if anyone steals them, then I will get a lawyer and sue. Nah, I probably would settle for my name in the credits. Now without further ado, I present:
BATMAN BEYOND: Batman Omega
A fanfiction written by: Heaven's Angel
Rated: PG-13 (Some language, violence, possible sexuality)
Light flashed suddenly in the empty sub-basement of the Wayne-Powers executive building, stunning a few rats away. The light was in the shape of a doorway as tall as the room, and a single shadowy figure passed through it.
Its height and size was impossible to determine, not only because the light would allow one to see only the silohuete, but also there were nothing in the room that it could be compared to.
No sooner had it completed emerging than the light suddenly blinked off, instantly plunging the room back into darkness.
This new arrival slowly began to lumber towards the elevator while dragging what appeared to be an oversized meat hook along the floor, completely oblivious to its sharp grating sound upon the concrete.
"I'm coming for you batty," it cackled gleefully.
"Hey what's going on up there," asked Dana as she pointed at the small newspaper stand across from the school to her off-again, on-again boyfriend Terry and her good friend Max. In front of the stand a single raggedly dressed teenager was frantically searching through the newspaper, with a huge pile scattered around his feet. This was much to the anger of the proprietor, who was yelling at him to put back his papers.
"Thanks man," said the kid as he stuffed the newspaper into his back pocket and began to run down the road, but not before kicking a hole into the small stands sign.
"Hey come back here punk! You didn't pay for that! Cops!" screamed the owner, his faced flush with an alarming purple color.
"Alright buddy, hold up," said the cop on beat sticking out his arm to stop the running teen.
"Let me pass," screeched the teen as he angrily threw the cops arm aside.
"Hey wait a second there," said the officer as he grabbed the kid by the back of his neck roughly. The teens response was surprising to all those watching it unfold as the teen spun around and gave the officer a punch along the side of the chin. The officer dropped to the ground dazed, but not before touching the emergency beeper on his belt.
"Cover for me," whispered Terry to Max as he ducked back into the school.
Running quickly behind a building and jumping into a dumpster, he yanked the Batman costume out of his bag and slid into it. He felt the electrical contacts interface into his body, and with a small smile, activated the jet boots with his gliding wings and flew into the sky.
"Batman!" gasped everyone as they saw him fly by in pursuit of the teen.
"Terry it's Batman!" gasped Dana as she looked towards her left where Terry had been. "Where'd he go?"
"Maybe he went to call the cops," suggested Max quickly.
Meanwhile, Batman quickly flew down the alley where he saw the teen duck into, and a moment later, had caught up with him. He deactivated the jet boots and swooped down just as he had done a million times before. However this time the teen had heard him coming, and sidestepped just in time to avoid the diving tackle. Batman quickly turned the dive into a handspring and landed across from the kid. Standing across from him, Batman got a better look at the teen. He was pushing six foot, and had the long well-toned muscles of a gymnast, but was dressed in frayed surplus army pants along with a thick black shirt and a long synthetic jacket that were covered in stains. He also had on ankless sandals and his long matted brown hair matched his faded brown eyes perfectly. Without warning the kid reached into his pocket and removed what appeared to be a small knife. Batman shrugged as if to say, 'your kidding right?' when he was shocked to see that the teen had snapped it out into a batarang!
"Wayne? You there," muttered Terry into the built in headset.
"What is it McGinnis?" growled the gnarled former Batman.
"Turn on your vidlink. Things just got interesting," said Terry. As if sensing that he was trying to talk and watch at the same time, the kid suddenly released his projectile at Batman, aiming for the chest. Diving to the ground, he missed being hit by the batarang by a few inches.
"What the hell was that?" demanded Bruce as he sat in his chair shocked.
"You think I know!" snapped Batman as a second one suddenly speared the ground hear his right hand.
"Please Mr. McGinnis, don't make me hurt you," gasped the teen who looked ready to throw yet another one.
"What did you say?" asked Terry incredulously.
"I know who you are. Your Terry McGinnis, please I have to see you and Mr. Wayne!" pleaded the teen earnestly, "I'm sorry for the ruckus but I had to get you here somehow."
"Then why did you throw those things at me," demanded Terry angrily as he nodded to the batarang in the ground.
"I needed to make sure it was you. Only you could dodge those," said the teen.
"What do you think Wayne?" asked Terry.
"Blindfold, then bring him here. He obviously knows whose running this operation," grunted Wayne as he sat back in his chair.
"Whoa, I'm really standing in the original Batcave!" breathed the kid a half hour later as he took in the awesome base of Batman.
"Who are you?" asked Wayne as he stood up with the help of his cane.
"My name is Sean, I'm Batman," said the teen proudly.
"What?" exclaimed both Wayne and Terry at the same time.
"I am from one hundred six years, seven months, three weeks, and two days in the future. I am the successor to your successor's successor, Mr. McGinnis."
"Care to run that by me again?" asked Terry as he removed his mask.
"I figured I would," said the teen sarcastically, "I come from the year 2135, and I am the fifth Batman to protect Gotham City, the original being you, Bruce Wayne, whose parents were murdered. Then you, Terry McGinnis, out for revenge against those who took your father. Then you will one day choose
I was sent here by my predecessor Weston Ricom to track down Laughslash, a wonderful nutcase that seems to think himself the reincarnated Joker. He somehow gained access to the Time-slipstream, and used it to get here."
"What's a Time, um, slipmean?" asked McGinnis.
"The Time-slipstream is a time traveling device, are you aware of the Law of Neutrinos?"
"Nope, must have slept through that one in class," said Terry sarcastically.
"I know about it," said Wayne impatiently, "what's that got to do with anything?"
"The Time-slipstream is essentially a device that turns a person into a giant neutrino. It allows them to move backwards in time to a pre-set coordinate, and therefore possibly mess around with the past. It had only recently come about in my time, and the Army hadn't tested it. Next thing we knew, Laughslash had gotten in and came back here. I followed him when Ricom suggested he was going to make a very big change in Time and alter the present, or the future depending on who you ask."
"Why were you making the commotion at the kiosk by the school?" demanded Terry.
"At first I wasn't sure just how far back I went. You might not believe me, but my time isn't much different than this one. I needed the paper to tell me. When I realized where, and when, I was, I figured the commotion would draw you out so I could get to you and Wayne and explain all of this."
"But why?" said Wayne, sensing a hole in his story, "You know who we are but how can you not know where we are?"
"I hate to say this, but the original Batcave was destroyed a long time ago, well from my viewpoint anyways. We know it happened sometime while McGinnis was Batman, but he never told anyone the specific date, you two relocated most of the electronics, computers, and vid stuff to an old warehouse and we've been their since. You, Mr. McGinnis, actually designed my Batman suit, the Omega Batman Suit you called it."
"Where is your suit anyways?" asked Terry suddenly, "It seems awfully weird that you don't have it with you."
"But I do, watch" said Sean as he spread his arms and legs out so he looked like he was in the middle of a jumping jack. "Omega Batman , Activate!"
Sean's clothes suddenly stiffened, going from their normal baggy look to rigid non-reflecting metal armor as a yellow bat appeared on his long-sleeve shirt and the long spikes forming along his forearm. His long jacket retracted from his arms, remaining connected to him only at the shoulders, seeming to form a cape. His now metal pants were elongating, covering his feet while his shirt did a similar move over his hands, in both places encasing the extremities in durable yet in easy to move armor. At the same time his utility belt seemed to grow out of nothingness, fitting perfectly around his slim waist. Finally, his top piece of armor rose up like a fountain and enclosed his head in its dark non-reflective armor, eye slits suddenly glowed that blank white and the two pointed ears rose, showing who he truly was.
"See," said Sean smugly while looking at the startled former and present Batmans.
"Um...yes, Terry back suit up, you two need to go find this Laughslash. I'll keep you posted," said Wayne in a tone of finality as he managed to walk back to his chair.
"Let's take my ride," said Terry skeptically as he pulled back on his hood and headed over towards the exit port for the sleek Batmobile.
"No need," said the new Batman as his cape suddenly split apart revealing two cunningly hidden wings.
"Fine, test your radio, let's make sure you're on the same frequency," said Terry.
"Jeezus, you mean you haven't gotten your own ether set yet?" asked Sean, "Damn, I really did make it to the past."
"I don't want to know," said Terry impatiently as he fired up his vehicle and took off, surprised to see Sean right next to him, wings outstretched and hands back as some sort of propulsion in the back of them sent him going at the same speed as Terry.
Meanwhile in some dark alleyway:
"Heheehe," laughed Laughslash impishly as he thrust his blade into a joker's gut.
"Dude this guy is whacked out," called out the other Jokers and turned for their bikes.
"Come back here, I still want to play," cackled Laughslash as he swung the corpse off of the blade and ran his insanely long tongue along the edge of it, licking up the red nectar that coated it.
"Batman, where are you?" it asked in a tone that was half woeful half gleeful. His voice suddenly darkened considerably as he growled, "I grow impatient. Either you come for me or I come for you!"
TO BE CONTINUED
BATMAN BEYOND: Batman Omega
A fanfiction written by: Heaven's Angel
Rated: PG-13 (Some language, violence, possible sexuality)
Light flashed suddenly in the empty sub-basement of the Wayne-Powers executive building, stunning a few rats away. The light was in the shape of a doorway as tall as the room, and a single shadowy figure passed through it.
Its height and size was impossible to determine, not only because the light would allow one to see only the silohuete, but also there were nothing in the room that it could be compared to.
No sooner had it completed emerging than the light suddenly blinked off, instantly plunging the room back into darkness.
This new arrival slowly began to lumber towards the elevator while dragging what appeared to be an oversized meat hook along the floor, completely oblivious to its sharp grating sound upon the concrete.
"I'm coming for you batty," it cackled gleefully.
"Hey what's going on up there," asked Dana as she pointed at the small newspaper stand across from the school to her off-again, on-again boyfriend Terry and her good friend Max. In front of the stand a single raggedly dressed teenager was frantically searching through the newspaper, with a huge pile scattered around his feet. This was much to the anger of the proprietor, who was yelling at him to put back his papers.
"Thanks man," said the kid as he stuffed the newspaper into his back pocket and began to run down the road, but not before kicking a hole into the small stands sign.
"Hey come back here punk! You didn't pay for that! Cops!" screamed the owner, his faced flush with an alarming purple color.
"Alright buddy, hold up," said the cop on beat sticking out his arm to stop the running teen.
"Let me pass," screeched the teen as he angrily threw the cops arm aside.
"Hey wait a second there," said the officer as he grabbed the kid by the back of his neck roughly. The teens response was surprising to all those watching it unfold as the teen spun around and gave the officer a punch along the side of the chin. The officer dropped to the ground dazed, but not before touching the emergency beeper on his belt.
"Cover for me," whispered Terry to Max as he ducked back into the school.
Running quickly behind a building and jumping into a dumpster, he yanked the Batman costume out of his bag and slid into it. He felt the electrical contacts interface into his body, and with a small smile, activated the jet boots with his gliding wings and flew into the sky.
"Batman!" gasped everyone as they saw him fly by in pursuit of the teen.
"Terry it's Batman!" gasped Dana as she looked towards her left where Terry had been. "Where'd he go?"
"Maybe he went to call the cops," suggested Max quickly.
Meanwhile, Batman quickly flew down the alley where he saw the teen duck into, and a moment later, had caught up with him. He deactivated the jet boots and swooped down just as he had done a million times before. However this time the teen had heard him coming, and sidestepped just in time to avoid the diving tackle. Batman quickly turned the dive into a handspring and landed across from the kid. Standing across from him, Batman got a better look at the teen. He was pushing six foot, and had the long well-toned muscles of a gymnast, but was dressed in frayed surplus army pants along with a thick black shirt and a long synthetic jacket that were covered in stains. He also had on ankless sandals and his long matted brown hair matched his faded brown eyes perfectly. Without warning the kid reached into his pocket and removed what appeared to be a small knife. Batman shrugged as if to say, 'your kidding right?' when he was shocked to see that the teen had snapped it out into a batarang!
"Wayne? You there," muttered Terry into the built in headset.
"What is it McGinnis?" growled the gnarled former Batman.
"Turn on your vidlink. Things just got interesting," said Terry. As if sensing that he was trying to talk and watch at the same time, the kid suddenly released his projectile at Batman, aiming for the chest. Diving to the ground, he missed being hit by the batarang by a few inches.
"What the hell was that?" demanded Bruce as he sat in his chair shocked.
"You think I know!" snapped Batman as a second one suddenly speared the ground hear his right hand.
"Please Mr. McGinnis, don't make me hurt you," gasped the teen who looked ready to throw yet another one.
"What did you say?" asked Terry incredulously.
"I know who you are. Your Terry McGinnis, please I have to see you and Mr. Wayne!" pleaded the teen earnestly, "I'm sorry for the ruckus but I had to get you here somehow."
"Then why did you throw those things at me," demanded Terry angrily as he nodded to the batarang in the ground.
"I needed to make sure it was you. Only you could dodge those," said the teen.
"What do you think Wayne?" asked Terry.
"Blindfold, then bring him here. He obviously knows whose running this operation," grunted Wayne as he sat back in his chair.
"Whoa, I'm really standing in the original Batcave!" breathed the kid a half hour later as he took in the awesome base of Batman.
"Who are you?" asked Wayne as he stood up with the help of his cane.
"My name is Sean, I'm Batman," said the teen proudly.
"What?" exclaimed both Wayne and Terry at the same time.
"I am from one hundred six years, seven months, three weeks, and two days in the future. I am the successor to your successor's successor, Mr. McGinnis."
"Care to run that by me again?" asked Terry as he removed his mask.
"I figured I would," said the teen sarcastically, "I come from the year 2135, and I am the fifth Batman to protect Gotham City, the original being you, Bruce Wayne, whose parents were murdered. Then you, Terry McGinnis, out for revenge against those who took your father. Then you will one day choose
I was sent here by my predecessor Weston Ricom to track down Laughslash, a wonderful nutcase that seems to think himself the reincarnated Joker. He somehow gained access to the Time-slipstream, and used it to get here."
"What's a Time, um, slipmean?" asked McGinnis.
"The Time-slipstream is a time traveling device, are you aware of the Law of Neutrinos?"
"Nope, must have slept through that one in class," said Terry sarcastically.
"I know about it," said Wayne impatiently, "what's that got to do with anything?"
"The Time-slipstream is essentially a device that turns a person into a giant neutrino. It allows them to move backwards in time to a pre-set coordinate, and therefore possibly mess around with the past. It had only recently come about in my time, and the Army hadn't tested it. Next thing we knew, Laughslash had gotten in and came back here. I followed him when Ricom suggested he was going to make a very big change in Time and alter the present, or the future depending on who you ask."
"Why were you making the commotion at the kiosk by the school?" demanded Terry.
"At first I wasn't sure just how far back I went. You might not believe me, but my time isn't much different than this one. I needed the paper to tell me. When I realized where, and when, I was, I figured the commotion would draw you out so I could get to you and Wayne and explain all of this."
"But why?" said Wayne, sensing a hole in his story, "You know who we are but how can you not know where we are?"
"I hate to say this, but the original Batcave was destroyed a long time ago, well from my viewpoint anyways. We know it happened sometime while McGinnis was Batman, but he never told anyone the specific date, you two relocated most of the electronics, computers, and vid stuff to an old warehouse and we've been their since. You, Mr. McGinnis, actually designed my Batman suit, the Omega Batman Suit you called it."
"Where is your suit anyways?" asked Terry suddenly, "It seems awfully weird that you don't have it with you."
"But I do, watch" said Sean as he spread his arms and legs out so he looked like he was in the middle of a jumping jack. "Omega Batman , Activate!"
Sean's clothes suddenly stiffened, going from their normal baggy look to rigid non-reflecting metal armor as a yellow bat appeared on his long-sleeve shirt and the long spikes forming along his forearm. His long jacket retracted from his arms, remaining connected to him only at the shoulders, seeming to form a cape. His now metal pants were elongating, covering his feet while his shirt did a similar move over his hands, in both places encasing the extremities in durable yet in easy to move armor. At the same time his utility belt seemed to grow out of nothingness, fitting perfectly around his slim waist. Finally, his top piece of armor rose up like a fountain and enclosed his head in its dark non-reflective armor, eye slits suddenly glowed that blank white and the two pointed ears rose, showing who he truly was.
"See," said Sean smugly while looking at the startled former and present Batmans.
"Um...yes, Terry back suit up, you two need to go find this Laughslash. I'll keep you posted," said Wayne in a tone of finality as he managed to walk back to his chair.
"Let's take my ride," said Terry skeptically as he pulled back on his hood and headed over towards the exit port for the sleek Batmobile.
"No need," said the new Batman as his cape suddenly split apart revealing two cunningly hidden wings.
"Fine, test your radio, let's make sure you're on the same frequency," said Terry.
"Jeezus, you mean you haven't gotten your own ether set yet?" asked Sean, "Damn, I really did make it to the past."
"I don't want to know," said Terry impatiently as he fired up his vehicle and took off, surprised to see Sean right next to him, wings outstretched and hands back as some sort of propulsion in the back of them sent him going at the same speed as Terry.
Meanwhile in some dark alleyway:
"Heheehe," laughed Laughslash impishly as he thrust his blade into a joker's gut.
"Dude this guy is whacked out," called out the other Jokers and turned for their bikes.
"Come back here, I still want to play," cackled Laughslash as he swung the corpse off of the blade and ran his insanely long tongue along the edge of it, licking up the red nectar that coated it.
"Batman, where are you?" it asked in a tone that was half woeful half gleeful. His voice suddenly darkened considerably as he growled, "I grow impatient. Either you come for me or I come for you!"
TO BE CONTINUED