Dingir and the Justice League: the curse of God

Part 1: Gotham greater dark

"A crossover involving the immortal exorcist Dingir from the Grey Faction and John Hickson series living within the Justice League world after being sent there by Yahweh as punishment for the evil he brought as the Asag Knight. But will his dark brand of justice be acceptable in the world of underwear on the outside goodie two-shoe superheroes?"

Chapter One

Heavy handed God

"Come on babe, stop putting up a fight, who knows, you might just live through it," leered a drunken thug as he and his friends struggled to restrain a red haired teenager, had they known that she was Gordon's daughter, and batgirl, they might have considered another target. It took three to hold her down, with the fourth unzipping his pants to reveal his erect weapon, began to straddle her.

Her face was bloody and bruised, eyes burning with a mix of fear and hatred as he ripped off her panties. They had jumped her on her day off from crime hunting, dragging her into an alleyway, she didn't have any weapons or even her communicator. 'How could I be so stupid? Oh God they're actually going to do this!'

"How pretty and pink," he whispered in her ear, "might you be virgin?" he asked. "Oh I hope so, you brats cry so prettily when we break ya open."

Barbara spat in his face, he ignored it. "Let's find out shall we?"

"Knock it off, idiots," growled the deep voice of a large man.

The men looked to see a tall, bulky man in torn clothing standing nearby, he looked homeless. Gotham had a lot of people like that in this dark city.

The thug about to rape Barbara stood, putting away his cock, he reached for his Cobra CA380, a compact handgun that could be brought for only a hundred dollars, two hundred if you brought it illegally, it didn't have much range, but he had a good aim. "Fuck off faggot, or I'll blow your fucking head off!"

"Blow my head off?" the man remarked, amusement faintly showing in his tone, "you've been watching too many movies, don't talk, just shoot, otherwise you get killed yourself. If you haven't got the balls to do it, get out of here and leave the kid be." Barbara noted that he had a British accent, it wasn't posh like Alfred, but she recognized it, London maybe? The man slowly strode forward, the shadows clinging to him in a way Batman would be proud. A glimmer of hope appeared in Barbara's heart, he seemed so confident, she hoped it was justified.

"I'm warning you!"

"Yeah, fuck off loser!"

"This bitch totally wants it!"

"Fuck off and die!" The thug fired his gun and it caught the homeless man in the eye, he collapsed in a fountain of his own blood, and collapsed onto his back with a dull thud.

"Ha! take that, think you're a hero?" laughed the thug, turning back to Barbara. "Now where were we?"

A dark chuckle sounded in the alley, echoing menacingly.

"What the hell?"

"Excellent!" laughed the voice, "you killed me, so you can't complain when I do the same to all of you," the dead homeless man leapt back to his feet, a crazed grin in place, his grey eyes losing their colour and becoming vaguely demonic. Killing intent radiated off of him in waves. The would-be rapists began to shake. Barbara had felt such things before, and was faring better, but even she had never felt something this intense.

The man disappeared mid-step, and was behind the one with the gun, the thug tried to shoot him, but his arm was cut clear off, his head followed before he could even scream. Something black squirmed in the homeless man's grip. "What you thought a gun would work?" the man laughed as the black substance lashed out, seizing them by the face, engulfing their heads, suffocating them, they released Barbara, and she leapt to safety, regarding what was happening with stunned horror. They clawed at the substance that stretched from the man's hand, eventually they ran out of breath and died. They slumped to the ground and the black substance retracted.

The man stepped back into the shadows, only his bizarre all-white eyes showing, though with how dark the alley was, Barbara never got a good look at him anyway. "Be careful in future brat, there's scum everywhere who'd like a go with a pretty girl like you," and with that he turned and left.

'Who in the world was that?' she reached for her phone, which had been knocked aside during the attack. She quickly called her father, and then Bruce, she hesitated, he had saved her, but he still killed them. Batman would find out anyway. She sighed and dialled his number.

"I stop a rape on my first hour in this new Earth, not how I was expecting my banishment to go," mused Dingir as he followed the many interconnecting back streets. The God of Everything had an interesting, albeit warped sense of humour, the red head had triggered a vague memory, but it wasn't until he saw the bat signal in the sky that he knew which reality he had been sent to as punishment.

One of the DC universes, in his mortal years he had been a writer, and it was indeed like creating your own world, but for Yahweh's power to even extend to even the fictional was ridiculous. Or was that within the infinite realm of what-ifs, that universes existed similar to or identical to fictional creations? He would love to visit some of his if such a thing was true.

It was a cold night, he wished his clothing wasn't so shredded, he hadn't been willing, so the trip through reality had been rather rough, and his body had been shredded a lot, thankfully, unlike his clothing, he healed very, very quickly. Though he certainly hadn't appreciated being shot in the eye after such a bad start to the day.

He had no money on him, so no hotel, tonight was going to be unpleasant, he found a quiet, sheltered spot, and drifted off into a light sleep, he would likely need to find one of the many abandoned warehouses to use for more long term shelter, without ID, he couldn't exactly rent a place. He needed money to have fake identification made, "oh sod it," he sighed, as dawn peaked over the dark city, it had been too cold to sleep much. "I'll just rob a few bad guys," he decided. Gotham had plenty of them, and it wasn't like they could kill him. Nobody could. Ever.

(Chapter End)

Next chapter: Grundy smash!

Thanks for reading this, sorry for it being so short, but I wanted to crack out the beginning ASAP. I'm curious to see how things go when he encounters meta-humans, all I'll say is good luck, Batman - you might want to call in Superman.

If you want to learn a bit more about my Dingir character (I own rights!) check out my Grey Faction novels on amazon, or my other Dingir crossovers on my fanfiction account. See you all soon!