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One of my New Year Resolutions is to rewrite the first two ARCS while adding new chapters. If you have any suggestions to which characters should make a cameo in this arc and why, feel free to suggest.

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Central City, Prime Earth

Zooming through his city like red stream of electricity, Barry Allen patrolled his city like he has done for years. Gazing about the city, the Flash saw no crimes that he had to deal with so far.

Sometimes, he thought back to the time when he went back in time to save his mother Nora Allen. His going back in time and altering history created Flashpoint, a world on the verge of destruction. So instead, he stopped his past self from changing history, though his machinations seemed to have lasting implications, as the reality had not been completely returned to what it was.

Or at least, that's what he remembers...

Until now, he had only told Batman about this, wanting to figure out what happened. He couldn't tell anybody else, mostly because of the Time Patrollers.

According to Trunks, Time Patrollers watched over all space and time; if the Time Patrol knew what he did, they would most definitely arrest him.

He was broken out of his thoughts when he saw a streak of red electricity flash in front of him. Wanting to know what it was, he turned and sped behind it. With surprisingly great effort, Flash managed to run next to it, and saw a person who looked just like him, but with opposite color schemes.

"It's been a while...Flash…" The yellow speedster smirked.

"You…!" Barry stuttered. Then the Negative Speedster sped up, leaving Barry behind.

"Catch me if you can!" He taunted. Gritting his teeth, Barry increased his speed. The two of them sped through Central City and beyond, running through the nearby desert, the Atlantic Ocean, and up towards a construction site in Russia in a matter of nanoseconds. Barry was gaining on his evil duo, up until Reverse Flash grabbed several construction tools and threw it at Barry. Barry caught all of them, but didn't see his evil twin coming at him with a pole. R.F stabbed the pole through Barry's left leg and into the ground.

"Argh, you sonova-" Barry screamed as he painfully pulled the pole out. He couldn't run for a maybe a minute, but he could still fight.

"Hold on, Barry!" R.F mock-raised his hands. "I merely wanted to greet my old friend."

"Old friend!? You killed my mother," Barry growled, raising his hands for a fight.

"We can always kill each other later, Flash." R.F smirked. "But you and I have a greater issue in front of us than our grudge. Our very existence, for instance."

"Our existence?" Barry gritted his teeth. His leg was back to normal.

"Just stop speeding and listen to me for a sec." R.F stopped smirking, with his hands still up. "If you still don't like what I say, then you and I can continue to fight each other after."

"Then say something or shut up!" Barry growled, though his nemesis did get his attention.

"You know about the Time Patrollers?" R.F asked. "And why they are here?"

Barry raised an eyebrow. "Yeah...they're here to hunt down any space-time disturbances to the multiverses, right?"

"Right, and what did you do specifically?" R.F pointed at Barry. "I'll give you a hint. Who here went back in time and changed the past?"

"You did!" Barry shouted. "You're the one who went back in time and killed my mother, you bastard!"

"I did do that, didn't I?" R.F was still pointing at Barry, mocking him. "And who went back in time, changed the past not once, but twice?"

Barry froze. Shit, he did do that. So was he also wanted by the time Patrol?

"Exactly. So both of us are being hunted by the Time Patrol." R.F spoke rather humorously. "I've encountered Time Patrol before, and boy are they relentless! I almost lost my existence several times over because of them."

"But...one of them said that you were the target." Barry stammered, remembering back to his first meeting with Trunks.

"But did he ever say that you WEREN'T A target?" R.F retorted. "The Time Patrol doesn't give a damn when the time-line was broken, but who did. They know they don't have to hunt after you; you're a 'hero'. They can pick you out like a package when they're done with me." R.F began to walk back and forth around Barry. "But...that's not the only reason. In fact, the Time Patrol keeps a watchful eye on all Speedsters in all ultiverses."

"What do you mean?" Barry asked, suddenly very cautious and worried.

"They're all afraid of us...of what we can do." R.F spoke. "We Speedsters can change timestreams whenever we run fast enough, something Time Patrol cannot allow. I wouldn't be surprised if they have a contingency plan to kill all of us."

"Look, you and I can kill each other when both of us don't have nooses over our heads. What do you say to working together?"

Barry growled. "Work together? With you? Never!"

"For once in your idiotic existence, think!" R.F snarled, zooming in front of Barry. "Right now, you and me? We're being hunted. The only way for us to survive...is if we find a certain woman."

"A certain woman?" Barry asked. Now he was curious.

R.F smirked. "Time Patrol is like any other organization. They like to go after the huge guys, not small fries like us. And to do that...they'll sometimes cooperate with other organizations. I happen to work for one. Long story short, if you and I bring this woman to my employer, he'll work out a deal with Time Patrol, and both of us will be off the hook. So...what do you say?"

After a moment of thinking, Barry growled. "Screw you." He attacked R.F, but the negative speedster dodged just in time and sped on top of a nearby building.

"Suit yourself." R.F shrugged. "I intend on surviving. But remember, if anybody is going to erase you Flash, it's going to be me." R.F zoomed away in red lightning, leaving the Scarlet Speedster to his own thoughts.

Unknown to Barry, a stranger was watching the entire conversation. Not much of the stranger could be found, only that this being was a purple humanoid, with his hands in his pockets. "Target found." The stranger spoke before disappearing. Then he disappeared in an instant.


Toki Toki City

"Mommy! Daddy! Raizen's back!" The small girl chirped as she leaped into her big brother's arms. "I missed you so much!"

Raizen chuckled as he held his sister tightly. "And I missed you too."

"Tarragon, this better not be another prank!" A beautiful, yet fierce looking woman with long spiky black hair wearing an apron and brandishing a cleaver came out of the house and gasped.

"Hello, mom." Raizen got up to hug his mother, but was later tackled by his other siblings. "Hey, it's good-get off!" He mock-yelled at his younger siblings.

Karen stood up. "So many younger siblings…" From what she could gather, there were 6 younger siblings, ranging from a toddler like Tarragon to a young teenage girl.

A young teenage boy, whom Karen assumed was Raizen's younger brother, looked at Karen. "Wow! A real babe! Did you get a new girlfriend, Raizen?"

"Knock it off, Dykon." Raizen grunted as he slowly got up.

"Well, introduce us!" The eldest girl there shot, giving Karen a suspicious look.

"Karen, meet my siblings." Raizen spoke. "Kolra (Female), Dykon (Male), Tarro (Male), Olve (Female), Ocara (Female), and Tarragon (Female). Guys, this is Karen, or better known as Power-Girl in her reality."

Kolra cracked her fists while looking at Karen. "Power Girl? So, she's strong huh? Doesn't look so to me."

Karen returned Kolra's look with her own annoyed one.

"Nii-san?" Tarragon asked cutely, grabbing her brother's waist kama. "Did you finish your mission?"

"No, not yet," Raizen ruffled Tarragon's hair. "I need Dad's help with something. Do you know where he is?"

"Your father's at Dragon Mountains, meditating." Casava spoke. "If you go right now, you should be able to catch him."

"Thanks, Mom." Raizen lightly hugged his mother. "I'll be back with Dad."

"Hurry up. Breakfast is almost ready." Casava nudged her eldest's son's ribs. "Everybody else, get back inside and start setting the table." She ordered, and the rest of the her kids started their chores.

Now it was only Casava and Karen left.

"Uhm...hello?" Karen sapoke awkwardly at Raizen's mother. Despite Casava being around her size, the Saiyan woman was so intimidating, especially with that cleaver in her hand.

Casava looked up and down at Karen with a raised eye-brow. "I thought my son went on a mission, not on a hussy hunt."

"Excuse me?" Karen snapped. "What did you call me?!"

"A hussy." Casava spoke rather sarcastically. "Why else would you wearing something like that?"

Karen looked at her herself, suddenly conscientious of her outfit. "This happens to be my Kryptonian outfit,"

"Well, that tells me much about Kryptonians." Casava snorted. "Anyway, I'm sure my son has a reason to be here. What about you?"

"Raizen is currently training me." The female Kryptonian answered.

"I see." Casava slowly nodded. "Well, follow me." The female Saiyan turned around and led Karen to a large kitchen.

"So...what do you think of my son?" Casava asked as she chopped down a huge piece of meat.

"Excuse me?" Karen was stumped by that sudden question.

"You wouldn't have asked my son to teach you if you thought poorly of him." Casava replied.

"Well, your son's a decent guy." Karen commented, thinking back to her time with Raizen. Other than some free times at lunch, almost all of their time together was centered around training. "Nice too. Hell of a lot nicer than most men I met. And really, really dedicated to training."

"We Saiyans are like that." Casava commented. "All Saiyans are driven by a primal desire to get stronger, though each of us are motivated by different reasons."

"What do you mean?" Karen asked.

"For some Saiyans, like a certain brat I know…" Casava snorted, thinking of Vegeta, "...their desire for power comes from their pride. Others…." She then through about Goku. "...they continually look for ways to challenge themselves. And then there are those who want to protect others no matter who the enemy is." The female saiyan put her knife down. "But that constant drive for greater strength is inherent in all Saiyans."

"Then what's your son's?" Powergirl asked.

"You don't know?" Casava asked. "I would have thought that he would told you. You being his student and girlfriend and all."

Karen rolled her eyes. "For the last time, I'm not his girlfriend!" Taking a deep breathe, the female Kryptonian sighed. "I barely know anything about him."

Raizen's mother looked at Karen for a bit. Wiping her hands clean with her apron, she spoke in a slightly sad tone. "Hell, I don't know if he himself knows. Despite all of his strength, he's still my little boy. The same boy I birthed twice and lost once."

Karen frowned. "Birthed twice and lost once? What do you mean by that?"

"It's something that I'm not comfortable sharing…" Casava sighed. "If you want to know so bad, ask Raizen yourself."

Meanwhile, Raizen flew to the Dragon Mountain, where he found his father meditating.

"Father." Raizen began. "I need your help."

"I know." Yamoshi replied in a very deep, powerful voice. He stood up to his full height and turned to his son. "Let's see about your..,problem."

The father and son sat down facing each other and entered their meditative state, fighting in their minds. Raizen's mental self clashed against his father's, and soon, their mental fight ended. Unlike Trunks, Yamoshi not only held his own against his son, but also defeated him. During their mental fight, Yamoshi detected a hint of dark aura within his son's.

"That dark aura…" Yamoshi spoke as he opened his eyes. "No mistaking it."

"Yeah...But...how?" Raizen frowned. "How's that bastard do this?"

"His Evil Aura...he must be using it to possess you from his prison." Yamoshi stood up. "Kanba, you meddlesome bastard..."


Gotham Theater Lobby, Prime Earth

Wearing a dashing blazer, suit, and a purple tie, Trunks stood to the lobby side, separate from the rest of the guests. He didn't belong with so-called social elite gathered here. So many people wearing fancy suits and attire, it was so not what he was usually used to.

"Not fitting in?" Trunks turned and saw a tall, handsome man with dark hair wearing a tailored suit.

"No, I'm not." The purple-haired demi-saiyan commented, immediately recognizing the man.

"I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. Wayne, Bruce Wayne." The man spoke and offered his hand.

Trunks looked at offered hand and hesitantly shook it. "Trunks." Yup, the demi-saiyan wouldn't forget Bruce Wayne if his life depended on it.

"That's quite a unique name." Bruce smiled. "Have to say, I don't recognize you from anywhere. You belong to a trust fund for something?"

To keep up appearances, Trunks casually shook his head. "I'm not new money or old money, if that's what you're asking. I just got a ticket in my mail."

"Ah...so you're one of those lottery winners!" Bruce chuckled, earning a frown from the purple-haired teenager. Bruce Wayne doesn't discriminate against the common class."

No, you just discriminate against the innocent when dealing with scumbags… Trunks though in his head.

"Oh Bruce!" A couple of super-models walked up to the bachelor's arms. "We've been waiting for you!" One blonde looked at Trunks. "Friend of yours?"

Bruce smirked. "I just met him today. Sorry, Trunks. But ladies come first." The bachelor raised his eyebrows suggestively and turned around to the woman. "One word of advice? Don't stand out too much. It distances you from all these people."

Trunks could only snort in his head. Bruce Wayne was a man of contradictions. Too many for his liking. And Trunks knew more than his share of Bruce Wayne, or his alter ego.

"So young man...you know Bruce Wayne?" A lavishly dressed couple walked up to Trunks.

"Just met him today, I'm afraid." Trunks gave a fake smile. Great, just what I needed. More spoiled rich people.

"Well, I would try to get closer to Mr. Wayne, if I were you." The woman giggled. "The Wayne Family practically built Gotham. You get in good with him, you're set for life."

Yeah, and my family built technology that revolutionized and saved their world. Trunks mentally reminded himself. And besides, I wouldn't get closer to him even if my life depended on it.

Then, a trumpet sound rang through the hall, getting everybody's attention. "Ladies and Gentleman!" The proclaimer shouted. "Your magical evening shall begin momentarily. Please come into the theater." Trunks sighed and fixed his tie and smoothed out his suit. Walking into the theater along with everybody else.

After the audience sat down and the lights turned down. A single broadway light shone on a theater balcony, revealing a familiar cloaked figure shaped like a bat. Earning a gasp from the audience, the cloaked person jumped down to the balcony.

"IT'S BATMAN!" Somebody shouted from the audience. Trunks rolled his eyes as the people around him stared at the stage with greater interest.

After swooshing dramatically side to side, the performer took off the cloak, throwing it away as small bats picked it up and flew away. What was left was a dazzling beautiful brunette wearing a performer jacket and fishnet stockings.

"Did you expect somebody else?" Zatanna gave her audience a bright smile, earning a huge clapping from the crowd.

"Thank you! Thank you, Gotham!" Zatanna bowed. "Welcome to my magical domain. Today, I'll seek to reintroduce much-needed magic into your lives. Nowadays, our lives are filled with the wonders of technology, superpowers, and aliens. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if many of you believe that these wonders disprove the very existence of magic."

"Magic exists everywhere." The magician continued. "It can be subtle as a breathe, or it can be as abrupt as a thunderbolt." She raised her hand and emitted a bolt of lightning that earned more than a few shrieks from her audience. "But all magic, ladies and gentlemen, has one thing in common. It is one's impression of reality."

"Like how a writer erases and rewrites a book, magicians can erase and rewrite reality...with our minds. For my demonstration, I need a volunteer." Zatanna spoke, and immediately from the audience, hundreds of people lifted their hands. Trunks had a bad feeling about this, and his feelings were justified as the theater lights shone on him.

"Mr. Trunks! Thank you for volunteering!" Zatanna sang. "Please come up to the stage!"

Oh, damn...Trunks just hoped that he didn't make a bad decision coming to the show.


So that's it for this chapter!

I know that his chapter is rather short, but to make it up, I'm putting a spoiler/preview for a chapter I'll do in the future. Yes, it will be a real chapter/separate story in the future.

Tell me what you think!


Sometime in the future at LexCorp Tower...

In his secret lab, Lex Luthor grinned as he looked upon his greatest creation yet. His very own Mother Box. After scavenging Apokoliptic technology by himself and on the black market and facing numerous failures, Luthor had finally created his Boomtube. Or what he liked to call it, the LexBox.

His experience had reminded him that to beat his enemies, he couldn't rely on their methods or powers. No. Lex Luthor win by his own way. And one thing he need to replicate was the MotherBox. With it, he would be able to travel great distances and find better materials for his machinations.

Of course, as a man of innovation, Luthor made sure that his technology could only be used by him by encoding it with his very DNA and biometric data. It was so accurate not even a clone of him would be able to use it.

Filled with anticipation, Luthor turned on the LexBox by placing his hand on it. It shined and hummed with energy and projected numerous HUD screens around him. Putting the exact coordinates of his destination, Luthor thought of the very first place he needed to go. When he finished putting in the data, LexBox created a portal not unsimilar to a boomtube.

Turning on his voice recorder, Luthor made a log. "LuthorLog. Test Log 17. The LexBox is working as expected. My previous attempts gave me the needed breakthroughs to complete this prototype. My first destination is Thanagar to collect the Nth metal, a material that I'm currently unable to replicate with my means. More sample is required for me to study. Taking a step into the boomtube now..." He spoke as he entered the portal, and he felt as if he was falling down from the sky.

As soon as he exited the Boomtube, the bald billionaire was shot down by several painful arcs of energy. Collapsing to the ground in pain, Luthor looked up and saw several people looking down at him with their weird guns. Whatsmore, all these people looked exactly the same; all of them were middle-aged men with gravity-defying white hair and half-insane, half-angry expressions.

"Welcome to the Thunderdome, bitch!" Rick Sanchez spat, with dozens of other Ricks pointing their gun at Lex Luthor. "What idiot would invade the Citadel of Ricks?!"

Lex slowly put his hands behind his head. "Note to self...fix LexBox...and kill Hawkman for wrong coordinates..." He gritted his teeth.