What I am fixing in this rewrite, mostly the time of training and a few other key factors. Season four's magical focus really helped. I want to really develop the powers of my oc to a realistic degree.

Two years before canon starts

"This should be easy, the old man left the house." Shaking, Nas rushed to the house before him, a nice purplish older home with big bay windows. Reaching up, he quickly picked the lock, a skill he taught himself through the magic of the internet and walked right into the house. Without hesitation, he moved to the kitchen and dived into the refrigerator.

"I wondered why my wards were going off." Nas jumped, hitting his head against the fridge, sputtering out to see the old man that just left the small house. He was dapper with a suit and a gold walking cane. He had a warm smile on his face. "Don't worry, I won't hold your stealing against you, your hungry, and no one goes hungry in my house. Sit, eat." He gestured to the table to their left, and before Nas could flinch, food flew from the fridge and onto the table.

Shaking, but realizing he was outgunned if the man had magic, Nas walked over to the table and started to eat slowly, with less panic. "Why are you being nice, I stole from you? Should you be mad?"

"You're what eleven?"

"Thirteen."

That made the man sigh. "You're tiny, malnourished, I will not hold that against you. I cannot tolerate children going hungry or you being forced to do dark deeds to survive. Tell me, why did you need to steal, why are you on your own?"

Nas sighed. "Do you know how horrible foster care is? My foster parents were religious nutjobs, I am gay and well... it didn't work out. They found out and things were bad. I can't believe I got as far as Salem, but I did."

The man sighed. "I cannot stand intolerance, I lived through Stonewall, as did my wife Inza. There is nothing wrong with people like you kid." There was so much warmth in the man's tone that Nas could not help but smile back.

"Say,.. sir... as sorry as I am about the stealing, and I am, could you... could you show me magic? I mean I always wanted to learn and maybe I could use it to be like Zatara or other Justice Leaguers like My idol Doctor Fate!. I always wanted to help others, to make an impact." He was hopeful, doubtful, but so deeply hopeful it hurt.

The old man laughed, long and loud, but not mockingly. "You are a good kid, I can tell... but I can also sense that magic would be harder for you to learn, you lack a natural tie to it, but that does not mean you cannot learn... I do have a foster care license, before she passed my wife and I both got one so we could care for children. My job made life rather dangerous for having children though... Batman has Robin, and many other heroes have proteges, why should I not have one? Someone to pass my magic onto..." He stood tall. "My name is Kent Nelson, and at one point I was Doctor Fate." His body radiated a familiar deep golden light that filled the room.

Nas choked. "My favorite, you are my favorite hero!"

The man nodded, laughing. "It is amazing how coincidence works, but yes. I put up my helmet years ago, my wife's Inza's idea... let me read your soul, with a spell. If you pass, I will teach you. If not, I will bind you to never tell of my identity. Sound fair?"

The boy willingly held out his hand. "Deal."

Kent grabbed his hands and whispered something in Latin. There was a flash of golden light and Nas felt something deep in himself surge in warmth. A Long silence filled the empty kitchen and then Kent move away, eyes wide. "I guess you pass... I will arrange for you to live with me. Welcome aboard, Nas, and ready yourself for real training to become the hero you so wish to be."

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This was a blast.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.