Would you Kindly
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So new story. I've had this on the brain for a while now. Thought I would get it out there and see what people think. Hopefully you like it. If so please leave a review with comments or concerns. I would be glad to answer them. Enjoy!
*Chapter Start*
The room was dark, but in my mind it was red.
Everything was red.
Red, red, red, red, RED!
It was as if a haze had descended upon me. A haze that wrapped around my thoughts like a warm blanket, masking everything else from my mind.
But I could feel it fading. I could feel it slipping through the cracks that had found purchase in my psyche. What was worse was that I could feel the cracks growing with each use. Every time I brought back that warm, delicious haze of RED, I felt more of myself slip through the ever growing crevices.
Nothing else mattered anymore. That's the worst part of this. I can feel all that makes me, ME!, slip away and yet I don't care.
Not anymore.
In this room of black and red, I see all my past lies falling to my feet, no longer necessary. I am now the Conman without a con.
I am no longer Frank Fitzpatrick. Or Frank Gorland, or Barris, Wiston, Moskowits, or even Wang!
And I am definitely no longer Frank Fontaine.
I may have come to this city to turn a profit, to take control of a city under the sea, to pull the greatest con of the world. None of that matters now. I had seen the dregs of society mew for help over and over again in this dreadfully wonderful city. I had seen the addicts strung out on ADAM, looking for their next hit. I had seen the lengths they would go, the lowest of society forming together and crawling their way up the ladder for just a taste of success.
I was set to capitalize on that, over a decade of finely laid plots on the cusp of fruition. All that effort to take control of this great underwater city, and use it to control the world.
And none of that mattered anymore. Not with the power that now flowed through my body.
I feel the power in my veins as I lay prone and spread on the table. The cold of the metal holding me in place is a sharp contrast to the burning power in my blood.
A dull ringing fills the room, and slowly I pull myself from the haze enough to open my eyes. Above me a small black and white screen flares briefly to life, showing me a view I had come to recognize with increasing frequency.
A man ran through a corridor, shotgun braced in his arms as he stormed doorway after doorway. Drones filled the air in number, but none seemed to matter to the man. Their propellers whirled as they flew through the air, blasting away with their short machine guns. For all their numbers and bullets it did nothing to dissuade the man tearing through their numbers.
Short dark hair was haphazardly swept back from his brow, sweat showing on his face from his exertion. A dirty white sweater clung to his form, bullet holes and burns spread liberally throughout the fabric. Ripped jeans and tattered boots clung to him like a second skin. None of that is what truly defined him however.
It was his shoulders, the way he held himself. As he jogged through the corridors under a hail of gunfire, shotgun braced and barking towards my final line of defense drones, his shoulders seemed to both sag in exhaustion and rise in defiance at the burden he seemingly bore alone against the world.
If one were to merely replace the modern firearm and clothing with a classical Greek outfit, it would have been a picturesque painting of Hercules on his way to his final labour. Of Atlas as he held up the heavens in his arms in resignation, while still casting his eyes up in defiance. Of Odysseus as he gazed angrily at the gods, watching as his trip home was stolen from him.
The man finally seemed to reach his destination. He climbed a single set of golden stairs and stepped into the elevator before him. The golden light that was emitted grew darker as the doors closed, and I knew exactly where he was headed.
With a flick of my wrist I broke the restraint holding me back and grab the screen hanging before my face. I could feel warmth spreading to my eyes and body, and knew with a savage grin that my change was almost complete. I watched with glee as my hand burst into flame, skin cracking away as magma was slowly revealed beneath my flesh.
Beneath me I could see the great red tubes that carried the power into me. They stretched as far as the eye could see in the room, all coming to rest at my throne. They pierced my flesh, and I watched gleefully as more and more power flowed into me.
I firmly pushed the intercom button, cackling as the machine gave a mechanical squeal as it melted in my grasp.
Before the screen cut off I saw the light turn red, indicating that I was broadcasting.
My voice cracked as I slipped into the Bronx accent that I had come to use. My voice pattern was changing, becoming slower, like gravel slipping between my lips. I rumbled out my next words, not sure how much more time I had till the transformation was complete.
"I remember when me and… the Kraut put you on that sub."
Images flashed through my mind. A name, along with a face. A women, and children. All girls. But it was getting harder and harder to remember. I couldn't. Instead I struggled to keep talking, to buy some more time for the conversion to complete.
"You were no more than two. You were my ace in the hole. But you were also the closest thing I've ever had to a son. That's why this hurts. Betrayal, kid."
It was getting harder and harder to force the words out. With a bellow I let lose my final words, just as the elevator clanged open in front of me. "Life… isn't strictly business!"
The man that emerged was the same from the screen moments before, and seemed to pause in horror as he took in my new form. For that is what I had become, something new. Something this world had never seen before.
From atop my metal contraption I gazed down into the eyes of a mortal, and reflected in his eyes was a God.
NO!... a Titan.
The fire that sang in my blood was now visible on the surface, lancing back and forth across my flesh as rivers of magma. My skin had turned black, rocky, and barren. My muscles had bulged, becoming perfection. My eyes blazed with fire deep in their core, two twin points of light that gazed into the soul of the mortal in front of me.
I could see the fear in his eyes.
Then a voice broke the silence between us. A voice that I remembered from deep within my mind, and one I should have recognized. But the haze… the RED! was everywhere now. Hardly anything was left. The cracks in my mind were gaping valleys, with waterfalls that flowed down into inky blackness.
"Go! Go now! Hit him with the needle!"
It came from the box attached to the man's belt, a woman's face flashing briefly on the screen before cutting to black. I felt a vague sense of recognition from the box, and the voice. But just as fast as it appeared it vanished, and all I cared about was the glorious POWER that was centered in my chest.
The man hardened his gaze with resolution, and with a grace that would have made Artemis jealous he glided up the steps to me and thrust a syringe into my chest.
I gasped as he jammed the needle deep, and my eyes widened in horror as the haze was swiftly drained away. I froze and could do nothing as the vial in his syringe quickly filled with MY power.
And just like that…
My mind was clear. I felt a longing in my bones, an ache in my psyche, a CALLING that I could not ignore. I was missing something vital and I WANTED IT BACK!
With a quick flex of my augmented arms I tore away from the restraints, and socked the man right in the face.
While that might have been impressive when I was still human, it was downright amazing with my power now. He flew twenty, then thirty feet away before hitting the far wall and falling to his knees.
The haze was slowly coming back, replacing the ache with RED. I felt the heat in my arms as they caught on fire, bathing my black rocky skin in soft oranges and reds.
I cared for nothing as I flew across the huge room in a single leap, knee extended to smash the pitiful ant before me. With an almighty crash I smashed into the bronzed metal that made up the chamber, the squeal of broken girders a background noise as I looked around me for my prey.
I had to squint my fiery eyes to make out a hint of movement in front of me. Everything was simply shades of red on red, blending into the background and foreground at random intervals.
There!
Just to the right of my throne to godhood a shift of red moved out from behind the contraption and aimed a glowing light towards me. The man had a large device in his hands. It was large, slunk down under his arm in obvious weight as he hefted it in my direction. A light flickered, and with almighty screech bright arcs of electricity shot out of the end.
Even the pain of my transformation paled in comparison to this new form of torture. I felt the currents of electricity as they flew through my rocky skin unimpeded. I convulsed as the forks of lightning sang through my muscles, and I screamed as they cooked my bones.
The pain seemed never ending. I endured as it rolled through my form for what seemed like hours, until finally the stream of bright white that cut through the red stopped.
The red haze that had been so prevalent was now just a whisper in my mind.
Then it was back, but not like before. Seemingly without conscious command it rose around me, becoming a visible red current that swiftly swam around me. Its speed increased till it was just a blur, then with a bang it poured into my core and I was no longer standing where I was.
Looking around I saw that I was back in my harness, restraints tight against my flesh and pitifully immobile as the man once again rose and plunged his syringe like a dagger into me.
It felt worse this time. The moment the haze cleared the ache was back stronger than before. The longing in my mind screamed to be back once more within the warm red haze that permeated my mind.
My psyche screamed, and the haze answered once again.
From deep within my core my power once more rose up in defiance, but this time it was different. Instead of the warmth that I had come to expect, it was a chill that froze the very air around me. White ice slowly crept over my fingers, the long thin branches of snowflakes spreading and expanding. I felt the ice spread into as well as across my skin, and watched as it cracked in jagged blocks of ice and as the temperature dipped lower and lower.
I felt a savage grin split my frozen lips, and with a swipe of my arm the mortal once again flew across the room to smack into the metal wall with a clang.
This time I grabbed the metal that made up my machine and tore the thick metal brace off the back. With a screech I tore the piece off, and in my hand rested a six foot length of pure metal.
"I'm barely gettin' started!" I yelled and lunged once more at the downed foe. My voice groaned and cracked, as if two great icebergs crashed into each other with every other syllable.
I heard the whistling of my drones come from the ceiling, machine guns chick-clacking away as they sped through their rounds. I noticed the rest of my glorious throne screech and fall to the floor without the support of the piece I took.
The haze crept back and my mind reveled in it.
I lost myself within the red comfort and my body acted on instinct. It lunged, and punched, and kicked without any conscious decision on my part. Minutes passed by in seconds as I let my body run on auto pilot, chasing the mortal to his death. Right until a searing pain stabbed me in the thigh.
My mind snapped into place with jarring precision, and once again I was in control of my faculties. I looked down in astonishment as a crossbow bolt lay nestled through a crack of my icy flesh. With a grunt I reached down to pull it out only to have another pierce my shoulder with a dull crack.
This one I felt instantly. Searing pain lanced through my entire body and I fell to my knees. The bolt was deep, almost to the fletching, and it had rendered my arm immobile. I could feel my power rising up through me once again, rising to the foremost point of my brain without my direction. Once again it was acting on its own and that frightened me most of all.
Across the hall I saw the man once more. He stood amidst a pile of my robot sentries, foot raised and placed proudly, defiantly, in opposition of my power. He raised his crafted crossbow for a third time, and just as my red haze became visible around me he loosed the bolt.
The bolt flew with accuracy gifted from the gods.
It wasn't faster than me.
The haze seemed to sense the danger approaching and swiftly picked up speed. It roared around me and a gasp left my breath as it once more tore into my chest with more force than the greatest punch.
With a flash however I was once more strapped to that thrice-damned throne of godhood.
I swung my head around in confusion as I realized that it was no longer the broken heap that I had reduced it to, but fully whole once more. The restraints were taut against my struggling flesh, firmly held in place despite my best efforts.
And who would I see out of the corner of my eye, but the ant that dared challenge me.
He approached me once more; steps hurried as he put his shotgun away and pulled out that blasted syringe.
"I'm gonna cut you… into bits!" I said through my cracked lips. My voice raw, distorted. Anger clearly engraved in every word.
Stoically he refused an answer, and stabbed deep into my core with his weapon.
My power was fading now. Already where once it has SANG through my veins it now whispered, where it burned through my muscles the embers now barely generated any heat at all.
It returned to me once more, but it was diminished and not the same as it once was. Electricity flickered at my fingertips, dancing across them like fairies in play. I felt the power inside me once more and let it SOAR!
It came out like a pulse, flinging the man away for hopefully the final time. A huge circle of static and lightning expanded from my center and engulfed me, blasting away the cursed device I was strapped to only to dissipate into the air a couple feet from me.
I glanced around for my quarry and spotted him retreating to a room adjoining this one. On his tail was another wave of my ever faithful drones. The man zig-zagged through the doorway as the drone's rounds tore into the metal grated floor underfoot.
I looked once more at the broken throne. My mind was hardly there anymore. The ragged valleys were oceans of emptiness that had once held everything that I was together. No longer was I the man that had conned an underwater city for over a decade. No longer was I the man that cleverly beat people that were stronger, faster, and smarter than him. Now… now I was Everything, and nothing. Hardly anything was left, and what was left was dwindling fast.
I could not remember faces, names, places, or even memories. All I had left were vague generalizations of who I once was, and who I had been.
I turned and heading through the doorway. On the other side was a sight that seemed familiar. The man stood tall in combat with my drones, defiant to the last. Shotgun braced against his hip he fired round after round at the oncoming horde.
"Come and get it!" I screamed through a broken and hoarse throat. The sound echoed and warbled through the air unnaturally, like static electricity snapping through the air. I felt my power once more pulse within me, but this time I compressed it to my closed fist. I felt it condense in my hand, and with a grunt I threw it with all my might.
The bright blue pulsing orb that floated from my outstretched hand was… dare I say it… pretty.
It was soft, giving off a delicate glow that was reflected off the surface of the metal floor as it passed. It floated, slower than a softball towards my target.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, he simply stood there dumbly as the orb approached. What was surprising was when it gave off a buzz and expanded tenfold with a mighty explosion. He flew backwards with such force that he broke the wooden boxes that were in his way, scattering the contents across the room.
"Ha! Is that the best ya got?" I yelled once more in my static sounding voice. I filled and compressed the energy in both hands this time and let them fly with a great throw.
Orb after orb rained softly down as the mortal stood and ran away.
Great bellowing laughs left my mouth as I chucked more and more. Explosions rang throughout the entire room, blanketing it in blue glow before dying out entirely.
I stood strong, tall, and proud as I gazed for my prey.
The room that met my gaze was not the same as before. Shards of wood pierced the metal floor from the force of the explosions. What was left of the large metal boxes lay strewn around the ground. Huge jagged rips were torn into the metal floor, leaving large pieces stabbing upwards, eagerly awaiting flesh to pierce.
I saw all this, but I didn't see my quarry.
The dust settled in the ruined room and my prey was nowhere to be seen. I turned my head side to side in a halfhearted final attempt to locate him when I felt the cold touch of steel against my back.
I stiffened instantly, but it was a futile gesture of a desperate fool. A blast from the shotgun tore through my chest from back to front, opening up a great gaping chasm in my chest. My heavy seven foot tall form fell to its knees as my control was cut like a string. I heard the cocking of the shotgun's chamber before I felt the cold metal settle against the back of my down turned head.
Heavy gasps of breath left my mouth in great heaves, unable to take in a breath.
Somehow I knew the instant his finger settled on that trigger.
I knew, and so did the monster that had settled inside me.
Red mist pulsed around me once more and in a blink I was no longer on my knees, a defeated giant.
Instead I found myself strapped to a steel machine. Red hoses of energy snaking to and fro before entering into my flesh all over my body.
I found myself strapped to the same very throne I vaguely remember destroying. My hands tightened and pulled taut, but the restraints held firm. The gold light glowed from my chest once more, as if it had never left. As if it hadn't been stolen from me over and over again only to be returned.
And like a nightmare, he stepped out of the shadows of the elevator doors and walked forward, towards my immobile form.
He walked forward, putting his machine gun on his back as he pulled out his syringe.
He silently, stoically, walked up the steps to my throne and plunged his weapon into my exposed breast with all the grace and finesse of a charging rhinoceros.
That is when I felt it. Or rather, didn't feel it. The wonderful power, the haze, the RED, didn't come back as the man filled his vial for the last time. There was nothing more to take. The red tubes full of wonderful, glorious ADAM that flowed from my throne and into me turned clear as they finally ran dry.
I gasped in pain, pain that seemed to radiate from my core. Pain that tore through every fiber of my being! Pain… and emptiness.
With a surge of strength I didn't know I had, I broke my restrains for a final time and swept the man to the ground.
He flew from my outstretched arm, but not nearly far enough. I saw him push himself off his face and lean back against the broken bronze wall behind him.
I saw this as I broke the rest of my restraints and pulled myself out of my harness. With a leap I cleared the stairs, but found my body couldn't handle even such a simple task anymore. I stumbled as I reached the floor not five feet from my throne. My feet gave way underneath my suddenly heavy body, and I balanced myself with a hand on the floor.
"I… had you built!" I groaned, and pulled myself slowly to my feet.
That man. That man simply sat there with his back against the wall watching me. He watched me with the look of a man that had nothing else to lose, and was content.
All it left me with was anger. Anger at him! Who had done this to me. ME!
"I sent you topside!" I ground out of my weakening lips. With another heaving step forward I closed the distance between the two of us.
"I took you back,… showed you what you was,…what you was capable of!" With every word I grew closer to him, and with every step I felt myself growing weaker. The emptiness that had settled deep inside me ached now. It could feel the void, and ached to have it replaced again. To be filled!
"Even that life …you thought you had," I struggled now. The words did not making sense inside my head. "That was something I dreamed of,… and tattooed inside your head!"
A fog was drifting through my mind. The oceans that had been valleys that had been cracks had turned into emptiness. There was nothing left. Nothing at all.
I felt a pain in my chest, and looked down. There was a syringe sticking out of my body, right where my heart should be. Slowly I pulled the long needle out, and with a careless toss it flew forwards. The needle stuck in the dirt inches from the man, and it stayed upright defiantly as I stumbled forward one more step.
He was close now, just a couple feet in front of me. I don't know who he is, but he seems familiar. There are words ringing in my head, but they don't make sense. I say them anyway as I stumble forward.
"Now if you don't… call that family." I slur, hand raised to strike the man. Dimly I hear a small clank sound behind me, but I give it no notice.
"I don't know what is. And now…" I finish the words that echo throughout my empty head. I don't recall what they mean, but they are all that I remember.
"Get him!"
A sharp pain rockets from my back as a feel a weight settle suddenly across my shoulders.
"Come on! Come on!"
More and more weights settle upon me. Some grab my shoulders, others my arms and legs. All of them are quickly followed by more sharp piercing pain that rockets through my entire being.
The feeling goes out in my legs, and I all to the floor once again with an echoing thud.
"It's the bad man!" "Get him!"
My eyes open once more. Curled up on the floor, I can see the dozen or so little girls that attack me, all armed with large needles. Needles that they eagerly stab into my flesh over and over again.
A sharp cough escapes my lungs, and I manage to roll onto my back. The girls, each in a small modest black dress, eagerly exploit the skin now bared and jump on my chest in number.
"Kill him!" "Kill him!"
Their yells get softer and softer, as does the pain. I can feel the emptiness that permeates through my entire being and mind reaching the very edge of my awareness.
With a final gasp I feel it encompass everything, and I fade to black.
After what felt like an eternity within the inky darkness of nothing, I heard a dull clang that echoed through my skull.
Voices drifted in and out of my mind like mirages and phantoms. Two voices in particular that seemed to be able to pierce the fog that currently inhabited my mind. Their voices appeared to be almost in sync with each other. Using the same odd pauses, tones, and pitches with their words, it was almost as if they were speaking their own language.
"I told you this would work." There, that one sounded female. Its pitch slightly higher, daintier.
"No you didn't. "And there's the other one. Definitely male.
"I was GOING to tell you it would work."
"But you didn't."
"But I don't." The female voice corrected.
"You sure that's right?" He questioned.
"I was going to HAVE told you it would work?"
"No."
"The subjunctive?"
"That's not the subjunctive."
"I don't think think syntax has being invented yet."
"It would have had to have been."
"Had to had been? That can't be right." I could almost see the girl shaking her head dismissively.
And just like that, any thought of me being sane flew out the window.
"I do believe he is coming around."
"I do believe you're right. Still don't see the point to all this."
"The point?" The point to what?"
"The experiment, there are plenty of other interesting subjects."
"Well I'm not through with this one yet."
"Not through?"
"Yes, not through. I'm interested."
"Oh? But we have already run all the variables. This path is a bust."
"You know what they say, Number 7,484 is the charm."
Like a moth to an open flame I felt drawn to these two voices. They spoke nonsense, words that on their own made sense, but together left me floundering. They switched places in the conversation more often than partners at a dance festival. It was with a gasping breath that I inhaled suddenly, clawing my way back from hell's door. I felt fire in my veins, a burning that wracked my body in waves. It came from my very core, a pulsing current that spread in an instance to all my extremities, lava being left behind in its wake.
As fast as it spread it retreated, leaving a cold ache in its place. All this happened in a second, only to repeat itself agonizingly moments later. I dimly recognized that the feeling was in sync with the dull thumping of the pulse in my head. An echoing thump-thump that seemed to resonate throughout my mind.
With great effort I pulled my mind from focusing within, and turned my attention to my surroundings.
I could feel the cold metal grated floor beneath me. Raised metal, ripped and torn from my final stand dug into my back and legs. With another gasped breath I could feel the metal hold my flesh in place as I tried to move. I let my head fall to the side, feeling the cool metal against my broken and leaking cheek. Bright light lanced through my eyes as I lifted heavy lids. Before me were two individuals who could not have come from Rapture. Whether or not they were merely manifestations of my ADAM addicted mind were up for debate. One thing for certain was they did not belong.
They stood stiffly next to one another, bodies angled towards one other while they looked down their noses at me. Their pristine white shoes stood centimeters from my pool of blood, which magically seemed to be flowing around them, as if their very presence rejected to be interacted with. As if the very universe refused to accept them.
The woman wore a brown knee length skirt, with a tan dress coat. A white button up shirt could be seen, with a green tie and brown vest. Her face was angular, with high cheek bones and an air of indifference on her face. Her eyes, however, blue as the sea this city was built under, gleamed with manic curiosity. Red hair was pulled into a sweeping bun behind her head, giving a contrastingly severe look to her youthful face.
The man next to her could only have been a twin. He wore brown trousers, the same white shoes, tan coat, white shirt, green tie and brown vest. His face had similarly high cheek bones, and shorter red hair was gracefully oiled up and out of his face.
These two almost identical individuals stood seemingly within the eye of the hurricane that was Rapture City. They stood calm, poised, collected, and more importantly spotlessly clean. Inches from grime and blood they stood, and looked down their nose towards the dying man at their feet. The man drew my attention as he sighed in a resigned manner and seemed to slump from his tight upright posture with the gesture.
"I don't know why I bother. You always get your way."
"Our way," the woman disagreed. "besides you can't say that you aren't curious as well."
"Very well. After this let us go back to Mr. Booker. I have more variables to test."
At this the woman rolled her eyes dismissively, "That entire thought experiment." She said quickly, "is a worthless exercise."
"Not this again. One goes into an experiment knowing one could fail." The man rebutted just as quickly.
"One does not undertake an experiment knowing one HAS failed." The woman and man continued seemingly ignoring my presence with everything but their gazes.
All the while they spoke to each other their eyes and faces never drifted from my broken form. All the while the pain and fire and BURNING still pulsed in time with my heart, and leaving me in chills seconds later. All the while my mind took in the details around me. The floor. The tacky, sticky feeling of dried blood on my skin. My ADAM addled mind came to one final conclusion. One conclusion that required all my mental faculties to comprehend.
"I…"my voice cracked in pain and exhaustion. "I'm… alive."
"Well of course you are." The condescending voice was back. This time it came from the woman. Strange, she seemed like the one that wanted to talk to me.
"Speaking of HAVING failed, I must ask again what the point of this is. We have run this experiment time and time again. Is that not-"
"If you quote me the definition of insanity one more time you will not be happy."
"Fair enough. I suppose I am a little curious anyway."
"Oh?"
"Indeed. I noticed the abnormality as well."
"Excellent. Then we are on the same page then."
"Aren't we always?"
I could do nothing but let my eyes ping pong back and forth between the two figures before me. In the back of my mind I was dimly aware that my blood had continued to avoid touching them, to the point that it had circled around the both of them and continued away. The result was a perfectly dry circle where they stood oblivious to the world around them.
"Surely you must know, Mr. Fitzpatrick." The man said in that same condescending tone of his.
"That even with all the ADAM in the sea, it's not entirely normal to reappear over and over again strapped to the same structure." The woman next to him finished the sentence, a small smile spread across her face.
"Mr… Fitzpatrick?" I muttered through cracked and jagged lips. The name sounded… strange. It rang a distant bell throughout the emptiness that was my mind.
"The same structure that no matter how often it's damaged," the man continued on as if I had never spoken.
"Is fully repaired the next time you appear." Now they both had smiles on their faces.
"Now, Mr. Fitzpatrick." The man started.
"I think it is time you came with us." The woman finished.
With that they both knelt down, and with a bright flash of light I lost consciousness for the second time.
Chapter End
Hey all. This is Septim7, formerly GriffonUnion here on the site. I have decided to start a new piece, and it is kind of a different step for me. I have to say I haven't written a cross over before, but the idea just wouldn't get out of my head. Hopefully by putting it into words I can have some piece of mind. However the more probable route is that I will get so caught up in this that everything else will fall by the wayside. With a wedding coming up in a couple months that's probably not the best plan.
But oh well! I love writing. So this work is getting out there in the real world. Or as real as the internet is anyway.
This fic was inspired by Kenchi618 and all his amazing works. For the longest time I loved the way he seamlessly brought Naruto from his world and made his interact and thrive in a new fandom. That is my goal for this work. The initial one will be taking Atlas and putting him into a fandom. At the moment Im leaning heavily towards Teen Titans, because there is a lot to work with by simply branching out into the rest of the amazing DC heroes.
He shall not be Super!Atlas, although he will be a meta-human with a very particular power. One that I can't wait to write about. I really don't want to make him over powered in a universe with Superheroes, so for a while he shall be very sneaky. He is a Conman after all.
Tell me in a pm or review if you can guess what it is. I personally think it will fit and flow pretty well, but then again it's my idea, so I would think that.
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