Nomad DC Crossover
Volume 1
City of Gotham; "a" DC universe
Captain Steve Rogers/Nomad walked thru the angelic portal to begin his patrol of this universe. His angelic meditations had indicated this was the next place for him to go. Others took these trips to explore. Cap took them to patrol. In a result patrolling "was" exploring for him; but it never felt that way. He wasn't a scientist; he was a warrior. But he'd always had a fascination with space and other dimensions and all that stuff they used to call science fiction back in his day. Now the former Captain America was doing all that for real and then some.
He'd seen the city details in the visions. It was dark and crime ridden. This was where he was meant to come and patrol for these dangers; and maybe make a difference somehow.
He didn't really know how. Only that he had to try. And try he would. Because that's who he was. One thing was for sure: this strange city Gotham was full of bullies. And cap didn't like bullies of any kind. The worse kind were called super villains and thugs; but they were all the same in the end. Bullies. Assholes that needed to have their asses whooped.
That was something of an acquired specialty for cap. And he wasn't too bothered to put down the wide array of bullies for good.
He stood in a random nighttime alley. There was trash everywhere and the place was falling apart. Decay crept into every corner. It was rotting away. It was a social reflection as well.
"Hey dude. You lost." Cap turned to face a small gang of prowling punks. They studied the mysterious bearded warrior who seemed unarmed and lost. "No fellas. I'm exactly where I need to be." His fists slowly clenched. "This is our turf bruh. You gotta pay up." "Prove that you own it." They looked at each other in near disbelief. "What did you say?" "You heard me."
The lead punk started hitting his open hand with his pipe to emphasize his intent. The group closed in slowly. Cap's magical Spartan shield appeared on his arm. This stunned them. "What the hell?" They said. "I'll give you fellas a chance to go. If you don't take it you don't leave this alley again."
They then looked at cap again. One said "if we look weak we'll get invaded brah." That seemed to win them over. They reluctantly but willfully attacked him.
Cap sighed as they came in and readied himself. His latest patrol had indeed started. The punks engaged him together. Cap went into motion…
With shield foot and fist he laid them out. All dead. It didn't take long and constituted a glorified warmup for the former American super soldier. But it was now done. Cap had killed his first baddies here in this strange place where hellish energies seemed to flourish. And converge. That might have been his reason for coming here in the first place. His angelic senses knew this was where he had to go. And he had.
Thunder rumbled from overhead. Rain soon fell. Cap stood there over their bodies; shield still formed. The nomadic patroller had a lot to do in the days ahead. The American Spartan had found his next war of righteousness…