Disclaimer: I own nothing but Nathan. All rights to their original owners, blah, blah, blah...

Warning: Some swearing and violence may appear this chapter.

Edit: 3/12/18- A bit of a complete rewrite of this chapter. Alex had neglected to inform me about this chapter had the Joker dying. Well, I'm stepping in to retcon that and redo this chapter. Being this is apart of the Blackthorn multiverse of tales, I'm also making a bit of a tie-in. -Yoshi3000


Chapter 1 - Rebirth: Path to Power (Re-written/Updated Version)

Nathan heard many whispers in the blackness of the void. Many of them calling out to him, others chastising him for being so weak and powerless. One voice, however, was calling on him for one reason. "Wake up, young one. We have much to discuss." the voice boomed through the inky blackness. Nathan's eyes fluttered open and shut before rapidly blinking. As his eyes got used to the void, he found himself jerked out of the void. He found himself in what seemed to be a woman's bedroom. Out of the window, space as far as he could see.

Sitting on the bed was a young woman. She had pink hair straightened and long with part of it covering one, peach skin with a light pink tint to it, blue crazed eyes with sparkles in them, and rose-coloured lipstick around her lips. Her body was a slim and curvaceous build about 5'8½" in height. Her fingernails and toenails are painted bright pink. She wore a thin negligee that left little to the imagination.

"So, it seems my invention caught you before you could pass on to the other world, cutie." She said with a grin.

Nathan immediately felt uncomfortable as she got up, slipping on a robe, as she sauntered up to him.

"Who the hell are you?" Nathan said taking a step back.

"Who I am doesn't matter….yet. What matters is what I'm going to do to you." She said as her eyes blue glowed.

Nathan found himself paralyzed and hoisted up face to face with her. She had an idea to take full advantage of the "gift" she was given.

"You're probably wondering why you're here, are you not?" she asks softly with a faux sad tone in her voice. "You lost your life so early. I suppose you had so much potential, young Nathan. Despair not, for I have come to give you a second chance if you so wish it."

She spoke with tones of sincerity he had never felt before, but there was the creep factor to it. It confused him, far too much, and made him feel he was speaking to Orochimaru of all people.

"You're... God?" he asks incredulously.

She laughs and says, "Trust me, if I was God, the world would be smiling all the time."

He could be nonchalant about his death, but his nervousness was more directed at who "saved" him.

"Such a delicious young thing." She muses.

Nathan blushes wishing she could pinch the bridge of his nose at this.

"You related to the Snake Creep, Pinkie?" He shoots back with a glare.

She laughs before stroking his cheek much to his unnerving. The affections turned twisted when Nathan found a rush of flames all over his body. Being those flames were the Flames of Creation.

"Seems the universe has granted you the power of Memory Aptitude, in which you will be able to use any techniques or abilities you have seen others use in your memory. Just as he planned." She says.

"Who's he?" Nathan asked in evident pain.

"I could tell you, but I rather you suffer. Before you get dragged into another world, I have something for you. A bit of juinjutsu, I want to test on your body." She said deviously. "So I'm gonna curse you!"

Nathan found his hoodie pulled up to expose his chest before pink flames formed on Pinkamena's fingers.

"Sealing Technique: Five Pronged Seal!" Pinkamena said slamming the palm on his chest.

Nathan croaked out before losing consciousness and Pinkamena released him for his body to hit the ground. Pinkamena had made her version a bit special lacing it so it would not be visible to anyone who was not a warper. To add insult to injury, he had his memories altered by her to appear that God gave his powers and a new life. As he was pulled into the void again, Pinkamena had a smirk on her face before pulling out her phone with being on the Fanfiction app.

"Poor...poor, Alex. No idea that I fucked with his little story. Once that brat becomes a warper, the seal will break, and memories of me will come back slowly." Pinkamena said completely unafraid. "Not like he could even harm us. That "father" of his isn't even fit to be tied to my bedpost."


Nathan groggily gets up, his body feeling slightly heavy as he pushes up from the stone floor beneath him. He looks up and forwards, and notices that he's in an alley of some sort. His chest burned, but he could not explain how or why. Dusting off his clothes, he makes his way down the street and into a cafe/restaurant that looked to have the waitresses dressed up as heroines and villainesses. He pushes the door open, walks to the very back, and takes a seat next to the window to take in his surroundings. He recognises this place, but he can't quite remember why. He slumps down in his seat, sighing as he lays his head on the table with his hood up to take a short nap.

His short nap lasted about an hour before he heard a scream from across the room. A slightly overweight man was groping a blonde waitress, who seemed to be telling him off. "This ain't that kinda establishment, Busta! Do that again, and we kick ya out!" she said with a snarl. She turned away to tend to the other tables and took notice of Nathan in the corner who looked groggy-eyed. She made a note to go check on him after setting up the orders of her current patrons. Nathan groaned as he stretched out, his bones clicking slightly as they popped from the stiffness. The waitress shuddered slightly at the sounds before she let out a yelp as she was groped from behind again.

Feeling vicious, Nathan calmly came over to the man and grinned under his hood as he glared at the obese man before him.

"What? You gonna do something kid? Go on, I dare y-urk!" the man squawked like a parrot as Nathan had his left hand crushing the man's throat.

He lifted up before choke-slamming him through the table.

"I'm going to have to make an example out of you. Can't have you making all men look like pigs now." He breathed out. He slugged the obese man's jaw with a right hook that sent him out the door, breaking it off its hinges and that obese man's jaw. Nathan moved back to his seat taking the obese man's food and sat back down, calmly smiling to himself while eating it. Everyone in the diner was slightly shaken by the sudden attack but said nothing as they were worried about provoking him. That and the fact that the fat prick was a lousy tipper. The manager was glad for Batman insurance as he could just say a supervillain busted in his door. The blonde waitress walked over to Nathan smiling kindly ruffling his hair and kissed him on the cheek before bringing an ice pack to him.

"Does your hand hurt, kid? This might help with the swelling if it's hurtin'," she said with a thick Brooklyn accent in her voice. He gently shook his head, before placing 20 dollars on the table and walking outside. He leaned against a lamp post, face-palming before walking to a nearby park to sit down and clear his head.

"I should watch my temper..." he said to himself. "That was fucking stupid. I could have been a bit more mature about that." he chastises himself.

"You're tellin' me, kiddo." a feminine voice says from behind, startling him into jumping off the bench he sat down on. Looking back, he saw the waitress he helped in the diner. He smiled and waved his hand for her to sit with him before he sat next to her. "So, kid, ya got a name?" she asks as she takes his hand. She pulls back his hood and sees his young face, his skin slightly pale.

"My name is Nathan, my friends sometimes call me Nate," he tells her with a small smile on his lips. She saw the smile but could see from his eyes that it was not a happy one.

She told his cheek in her left hand and turning his head to face her as he had been looking away as he spoke to her before.

"Nate... What's wrong? I can tell when people are unhappy." She tells him.

Nate sighing again and holds her hand, feeling the warmth and care that was coming from her. He gives in after a moment of thinking.

"Honestly, it's hard to explain. Long story short, I'm sure I'm pretty much homeless," he says to her with a voice filled with sadness and confusion. "I can barely remember anything other than my name. Hell, I'm pretty sure that I got no family, nothing at all but the clothes on my back and what's in my pockets"

He had a haunted look on his face as she held him tightly, comforting as he tells her his story.

"You can stay with me. It's the least I can do for you after you helped me, Nate. My name's Dr Harleen Quinzel, but you can call me Aunty Harley." she says in a soothing voice, hoping it would help him feel more comfortable.

The name had sparked a bit of confusion, but he was so exhausted from before that he let it go for now.


Living with Harley was an okay experience for Nate, as he grew to call her 'Aunt'. Though the relationship may have been a bit questionable at best, he found himself at a bit of peace. However, that would not last very long. It would be at the end of the week before Nathan fully realized what had happened and how he ended up here. How did he realize it? He had found Harley's infamous red nightie and most of his memories came rushing back. Who he was, the fact he had died in his first, he had gotten powers from a god to which that part was still fuzzy, and the fact he was now in the DCAU.

The realization he was sleeping in the same bed with one of his personal comic book crushes was not lost on Nate. However, the fact he had powers made he could take the world by storm.


It would be the next day when the invasion of the Thanagarians. Aliens who looked like people with bird/angel-like wings on their backs. It was certainly scary when they declared Martial Law. Somehow, even the group known as the Justice League were captured by the 'Bird-people' as Nate and a few news-casters had called them, which caused Nate to facepalm.

"Damn it, I was hoping I wasn't that early in canon" he grumbles to himself as he puts on his black clothing.

Leaving Harley was a hard thing to do, as he knew the Joker had Harley under his "control". He mentally made a promise to himself to find a way to get rid of the Joker.

"Nate, you're leaving?" Harley said in her full costume.

"Yes, it's time. It may be days, weeks, or months before we meet again. So, in case anything happens, thanks "Aunt" Harley." Nate said before leaving her behind.


(A/N: Surprised, by this rewrite? Well, as a storyteller who aims to try to do an epic interwoven pile of tales, I had to surprise you. Who's Pinkamena? Well, simply put, she's a dangerous and villainous reality warper who appeared in my own works. You'll have to read them to find out more. As for why, Pinkamena, it's a further tie-in for a future plot point! ;) -Yoshi3000)