Hello there reader, below is an experimental piece I am still working on. I do not know where this came from but it strikes me as interesting as this will be my first step into writing a crossover while at the same time entering a cartoon/comic field. Bare with me as I am still putting this story together.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters. Enjoy.
"So many doors, if only they could see like me, but instead they see nothing but stars," the man was sitting on the edge of the rooftop of the tallest building in Jump City staring up at the night sky. The bustling city below, thriving with life, a life he shared in once like them, until he was saved by the man from the sky from the Sodom below. All traces of that past life now lie beneath the bandages that cover his entire body, the parts that do show are the only ones fit to feel the air. His left eye, the only one that matters, the only one that can truly see the doors, stared at the people below. "Their land reduced to nothing but Sodom, they lost their chance to do something good for this world, and now to save them they must burn in the flames. But first," his eyes turned up to the distant, on the edge of the city, sitting like a beacon on the open sea, Titans Tower, "we must get rid of the ones that would protect this world from judgment." He stood up feeling the cold rooftop beneath his right foot, ignoring the rocks that embedded into his pale skin. The wind grappled at the worn-out robe he wore, the only article of clothing he owns and has, have, or ever will wear. Each tear and hole in it speaks of his history and of the trials he has faced in his life. The feeble rope that served as his belt swung in unison as the two sole possessions he owned clung to it. He reached to his right pulling off the whistle that would sing the requiem for this city . . . and for its heroes. He placed it against his lips and played the tune that was etched into his brain by the one who saved him.
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The notes rang out in the night, for a brief moment the only thing he could hear was the song. When it ended the herald of the great city of Columbia cried out as it parted the clouds heading for the tower.
A/N: There you go, the prologue as I am calling it for my sanity sake. Consider it an appetizer. Feedback is welcome as it would be appreciated to see what others think of the idea. Until next time, fare thee well, reader.
