Young Justice: Rise of the Black Knight
A Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire/Young Justice crossover
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Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End
Essos. The Disputed Lands.
Flags fluttered in the wind followed by the sounds of cheers and the clattering cacophony of hooves hammering earth and splintering crashes of wood and metal. Aegon wheeled his horse, a charger black as sin, around as he took up another tourney lance offered to him. Hefting it in his arm, getting a feel for the weight of it, Aegon looked over at his opponent.
It had been a few weeks since Aegon and his teachers/family had joined up with the Golden Company. They had recently received word from the Spider that war had now engulfed Westeros following the death of the Usurper Robert Baratheon and the trial and execution of Lord Eddard Stark at the command, or more accurately the whim of the newly crowned Joffrey Baratheon. The Quiet Wolf's eldest son and heir Robb Stark had rallied and mustered his bannermen and levies and marched south from the North and had earned the epithet the Young Wolf after smashing a Lannister host led by the Kingslayer Ser Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard in the Riverlands and captured the Lion in chains. There were other claimants to the Iron Throne such as the Usurper's younger brothers, Stannis, and Renly Baratheon.
Renly didn't last long despite him having a vast number of soldiers and support from the Stormlands and the Tyrells on his side, but he'd been killed all the same in his own tent. There had been many rumours of how Renly had been assassinated, the most common and popular belief was that his newly appointed Kingsguard, Lady Brienne of Tarth had murdered him for rejecting her advances. With Renly dead, the Tyrells had retreated back to Highgarden in the Reach and the Stormlanders had merged with Stannis' host, making him by far the largest and strongest contender for the Iron Throne.
With the chaos that had been happening in Westeros, Varys had sent word to Aegon's mentor and father-figure, Lord Jon Connington, to join the Golden Company and have Aegon learn the life of a soldier. A couple of months of drilling and a few skirmishes later, Aegon had been learning what it meant to be a soldier. It was then Captain-General Myles 'Blackheart' Toyne had called for a squire's tourney, for a variety of reasons; one was to reveal Aegon to the Golden Company captains, the second being to give the squires in the Golden Company a chance to show off their skills and give them a chance to earn their spurs.
After being introduced to the Golden Company, Aegon had then taken part in the Tourney. He'd faced off against other squires, riding hard and sure, knocking a few off their horses. Some his lance broke off their shields earning him a point. His opponents had given as good as they got against him, and a few had come close to knocking him off his horse. But whether it was through luck or skill (Aegon liked to think it was skill), Aegon had prevailed and was now facing off the next squire, a pimply dark-skinned Dornish boy that rode a horse that was as foul tempered as him.
Aegon's charger snorted and pawed the ground with one hoof. It seemed like to charge before the herald could even sound his trumpet, and in all honesty, Aegon couldn't blame his steed for its eagerness. He'd have liked to charge out and meet his foe too instead of waiting. After a torturously long moment that felt like an hour rather than a minute, the herald blew his horn and Aegon hardly needed to kick his horse into a gallop for it did so as the horn was called. Setting his eyes firmly on his opponent, Aegon couched his lance, aiming for the chest. His opponent seemed to be aiming his lance at his head. As the lance neared Aegon's head, he twisted his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the blunted tip of the lance and lunged with his own lance. The Dornish boy gave a strangled cry and fell off his horse as Aegon's lance smashed and shattered against his chest, knocking him backwards through the force and inertia.
The crowd of assembled knights, lords, ladies, magisters, and the like cheered wildly as Aegon raised his now shattered lance in triumph while a maester and a team of stretcher bearers carried the dazed and winded squire off the field to be treated.
The next two squires made their passes at each other, giving Aegon a chance to rest his charger. Ser Rolly Duckfield helped Aegon off his horse and helped him pull of his helmet. "You're doing well, lad. I've taught you well it seems," the shaggy-haired knight proclaimed proudly as he offered Aegon a skin of water.
"I like to think so, ser," Aegon replied with a smile, but then his smile faltered as he said, "My pardon, but for a moment when I'm tilting against the other squires, it almost feels like they're letting me win."
"How do you mean, my prince?" Rolly asked.
"I don't really know," Aegon replied. "It feels as though when I come nearer to them, their aim isn't quite as sure or they slow down as they ride closer," he said uncertainly.
"Perhaps you're seeing things," Rolly said easily. "I mean, you were revealed to everyone as the lost son of Prince Rhaegar Targaryen," he added. "So, mayhap the other squires don't intend to harm you too much?" he offered.
"I'd rather they did intend to, Ser," Aegon said sternly. "How else will I win the respect of the Golden Company captains if the other squires go easy on me?"
"As you say, my prince," Rolly said with a nod of his head. "Anyway, best get your helmet back on and onto your horse. You're up against the last squire," he advised.
"Good," Aegon said with a nod of his head as he put his helm back on, fastening it before climbing back onto his charger. Flicking the reins, Aegon had his horse trot out and he picked up a tourney lance. He looked over at his opponent and spotted the three castles on a field of orange on his shield. House Peake, Aegon thought vaguely, a house that had lost two of its castles in their numerous rebellions. Ages before during the Dance of Dragons, the patriarch of House Peake had tried to have his daughter wed to the then King Aegon III but had failed spectacularly to do so. A wry smirk passed over Aegon's lips under his helm as he thought of denying a house of rebels another victory.
Readying himself, Aegon waited for the sound of the horn and quickly enough, the trumpeting sound of the horn blew. With a kick, Aegon's steed charged into a gallop same as the Peake's did. Aegon and his opponent made numerous passes at each, breaking their lances off each other's shields. One pass, Aegon was nearly knocked off his horse, but he quickly caught himself and pulled himself upright and grabbed another lance and charged again. Again, his lance broke off his opponent's shield, but the same was for the Peake squire.
Soon after, Lord Jon called it a to halt and bade them to present themselves and asked for Blackheart to make the final judgement. Aegon tried not to let his tiredness show as the Blackheart stared at him and Peake in a calculating manner with hard eyes before speaking loudly for all who were present to hear.
"Both of these young men performed admirably. They've both shown great skill at lances and horsemanship. A true show of chivalry," he said slowly before adding, "But from what I'd seen with my own eyes, it was Prince Aegon who couched his lance more skilfully throughout this tourney. Let it be known that the prince has won!"
The crowd cheered and clapped wildly. Aegon raised his helmet high and gave a beaming smile, elated that he'd won his first tourney. The Peake boy scowled and left the field, muttering curses under his breath.
"Prince Aegon. Approach, please," Lord Jon said, his face stern but proud. Aegon dismounted his horse and stood before his mentor. "Kneel." Aegon did so as Lord Jon drew his sword and spoke, "Aegon Targaryen, do you swear before the eyes of the gods and men to defend those who cannot defend themselves, to protect all women and children, to obey your captains, to fight bravely when needed and do other such tasks, no matter how hard or humble or dangerous they may be?"
Aegon looked up at Lord Jon and nodded his head. "I do, my lord," he said bravely.
Lord Jon then rested the tip of his sword on Aegon's right shoulder before moving it to his left and spoke the words. "In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father, I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother, I charge you to protect the young and innocent. In the name of the Maiden, I charge you to protect all women. In the name of the Smith, I charge you to be diligent. In the name of the Crone, I charge you to be wise and serve as a guiding force for all those who come after you. Arise, Ser Aegon Targaryen!"
Aegon rose to his feet and if he had thought the cheering before was loud, this was colossal. "A knight, a knight!" one woman cried out. One man shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ser Aegon Targaryen! The Conqueror Reborn!"
Myles Toyne stepped down from his seat as servants rushed forward, carrying a chest of cedar wood and polished copper. Myles bowed his head as the chest was opened.
"Blackfyre!" Aegon breathed out as he gazed upon what lay within. The fabled sword of Aegon the Conqueror and used by many Targaryen Kings until it was given away. The sword of kings and pretenders. It was beautiful; the blade was all Valyrian steel, dark and smoky, almost black in colour with ripples all along from there metal had been folded a thousand times over. A gleaming red faceted ruby was set in the pommel, beautifully and elegantly cut into a diamond shape while the hilt was fashioned out of smooth and polished dragonglass and the ends of the crossguard were wrought into roaring dragon heads of cold black iron.
'The sword that was lost has now returned to its rightful owners' Aegon thought to himself. He smiled bowing his head in thanks before taking up the sword and was given an ebon wood and leather sheath for it and tied to it to his belt.
Lord Jon then spoke to Aegon in a whisper. "Well done, my prince." Although the exiled Lord of Griffin's Roost face was stern, his pale blue eyes shone with pride and joy.
"Thank you, Lord Jon. I won't let you down," Aegon whispered to him before turning to the crowd and raised his gauntleted hand high and everyone cheered.
Soon, a call for refreshments was announced and Jon said to Aegon, "You'd best get out of that armour for the feast now, boy. I'll see you there." Aegon nodded at this and headed into the camp where his tent would be, intent of taking off his armour and changing into something more suitable for the feast. As he neared his tent, Aegon spied dark cloud growing on the horizon.
"A storm? That's unfortunate," he muttered to himself as he entered his tent where he began to take off his armour and set it aside in a neat pile.
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Some servants had drawn Aegon a bath, something he was grateful for. He had worked up quite a bit of sweat and dust in the tourney, so a hot bath was certainly a welcome sight. After spending almost an hour in the large wooden tub, scrubbing his skin until it was pink and raw, Aegon climbed out of the bath, dried himself off before dressing himself.
Dressing himself in black trousers, a lambswool shirt and leather jerkin and fine but plain leather boots, Aegon looked at himself in the looking glass. His reflection stared back at him with a small smile present on its lips.
"I'm a knight," Aegon murmured to himself before giving a chuckle. "Still can't believe it," he added before he looked at his sword, Blackfyre, propped up against the table. His smile widening, Aegon tied the sword onto his belt and looked at himself once again in the looking glass.
"Did the Conqueror ever feel this way?" Aegon asked himself. And then there came a rumble of thunder and wind began to blow. The tent flaps began to flap and ripple as wind blew into the tent.
"A storm? At this hour?" Aegon asked himself with a sigh of frustration as he prepared to exit his tent. Then there came a fizzing, hissing crackling sound and a strange scent hit Aegon's nose making it wrinkle as he tried to identify what the smell was. Then a burst of light filled the tent, blinding Aegon forcing him to cover his eyes with his hands and a shockwave knocked him to the ground. Fumbling for his sword, Aegon drew it out and uncovered his eyes to see a bizarre sight before him.
A young woman with golden-blonde hair and wearing a strange outfit of skin-tight blue material with patches of red on it. The young woman looked around with a gleeful almost manic smile on her lips. She then looked at Aegon with bright green eyes.
"Hi there!" she greeted in a loud chipper voice. Aegon could only gape at the strange woman and she then said, "This is where you say 'Hi' back."
"H-hi?" Aegon uttered in confusion, the strange word foreign to him.
"What country is this?" the strange woman asked. "Did I land in Middle-Earth or Narnia this time?" she babbled out.
"Middle-Earth? Narnia?" Aegon parroted those two words. "Wh-Who are you?" he asked in clear confusion.
"Name's Rose, but call me Fangirl," the blonde woman replied easily.
"Fan… girl?" Aegon wasn't sure what to make of this woman; she seemed quite mad and the way she appeared in that flash of light had him thinking witchcraft was involved. "What… are you? How did you get here in my tent?" he demanded trying to wrest control of the situation.
"I'm a woman, can't you tell?" Rose/Fangirl replied as though it were that simple. "And I got here by accident," she then said.
"Are you… a witch?" Aegon asked cautiously, wondering if Valyrian steel would be even capable of killing this strange woman.
"No. At least, I don't think so," Rose/Fangirl replied. "And you didn't answer my question before: where am I?" she asked.
"You're… You're in the Disputed Lands of Essos," Aegon said.
An excited starry-eyed look came over the woman's face as she squealed out, "I'M IN GAME OF THRONES?!" She gave a loud piercing squeal of excitement that had Aegon wincing at just how loud this woman could squeal. "Wait-wait-wait-wait! Am I in the TV series, or the Books?" the woman then demanded. "Which character are you?!"
"You're… you're mad!" Aegon said.
"Hey! I resent that!" Rose glared. "Now tell which character you are, that way I know where I am," she said.
"I'm… Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his name," Aegon said uncertainly.
"Oooooh! You're that character! I guess I shoulda figured cuz of the hair and eyes," Rose said knowingly. "So, I'm obviously in the books, because the TV series doesn't have you in it," she added.
"Books? Tee-vee series? What in Seven Hells are you babbling about?!" Aegon demanded.
"Ah, I forgot, in my world you're a fictional character in a book series and there was a TV series based on the books," Rose replied rapidly. "The TV series is pretty popular, but they cut out some characters like you and Lord Jon Connington," she said.
"You… you are quite mad!" Aegon said with an air of finality. "And I want you out of my tent this instant!" he stated.
"Ah, so are you Aegon VI! I read the part in the books where you started ordering around Tyrion Lannister and his thoughts were that you were now acting like a Targaryen," Rose said excitedly. "Although there's some debate in the fan-forums if you're actually a Targaryen or a Blackfyre," she added as an afterthought.
Aegon prepared to open his mouth to call for some guard when a crack of thunder broke the sky and the wind howled. Rose looked around, a look of alarm on her face as she said, "Oh no! That isn't what I think it is, is it?"
"What is?" Aegon asked perplexed.
Rose didn't listen and ran out the tent and Aegon followed after her. Rose stood outside and looked up at the sky, a look of fear in her green eyes. Aegon looked up to see a curious sight.
A large tear in the sky, red and weeping, like a fresh wound and a miasma of crimson mist floated through. Everyone who had attended the tourney all came out to look at this strange, wonderous sight.
"What is it?" one squire asked out loud.
"Is it R'hllor come to grace us with his presence?" a Red Priest asked.
Aegon shook his head, wondering what this all was and he looked at Rose who had a look of fear on her face. "What is this… thing?" he asked the woman.
"The Bleed," Rose replied fearfully. "A tear around the fabric of realities and between universes themselves!" she said. "We have to get out of here! Now!" she declared.
"Why? What's so bad about this?" Aegon asked.
"The Bleed corrupts anyone who is exposed to it! Worse is what comes through it!" Rose said as she grabbed Aegon by the arm and started to haul him down the line of tents at a run.
"What is it that will come through this… Bleed?" Aegon asked a little fearfully.
"The Sheeda!" Rose replied.
"Sheeda?" Aegon echoed.
"A race of fairies that have been corrupted by the Bleed," Rose explained. "They're hellbent on conquering any universes they find themselves in," she further added.
"How do I know you're not feeding me falsehoods?" Aegon challenged. "What's to stop me from running you through with my sword right now?" he asked.
"Look behind you then!" And Aegon did turn around to look and he suddenly wished he hadn't. The red miasma that had floated down had people convulsing and screaming in pain. Then they started to change into hideous monsters and those that didn't turn were suddenly torn apart or carried off by cadres of small, winged creatures.
"What's happening to them?!" Aegon asked in fear.
"The Bleed is corrupting them! Turning them into monsters! Those that are lucky or unlucky are being carried off by the Sheeda to turn into food or slaves!" Rose replied.
"And we're to flee?!" Aegon demanded.
"Trust me, kiddo, ain't much you can do about this. We gotta run and we gotta run now!" Rose replied with a serious look on her face.
"Wait! What about Lord Jon? Duck? Haldon? Or Septa Lemore? I shan't abandon them!" Aegon yelled desperately. Wrenching himself free of Rose's grip on his arm, Aegon drew Blackfyre and ran towards the crowd of monsters and fairy creatures.
A large unidentifiable monsters charged towards Aegon. Thrusting his sword like a spear, Aegon impaled the creature through where he thought the heart might be. The creature howled in pain and the other monsters converged on Aegon who whispered a prayer to the Stranger, ready to go down fighting.
Then music filled the air, a strange melodious tune that was foreign to Aegon's ears.
"Let it go! Let it go! Turn my back and slam the door~!"
The monsters clutched their heads and screamed in pain the fairy creatures gave shrill screeches of agony. Aegon turned and saw Rose running towards him with a small metallic object in her hand that was playing the music.
"What is that?" Aegon demanded, wanting to know the answer.
"Disney music," Rose replied matter-of-factly. "It can disrupt the energies of the Bleed and causes pain to those corrupted by it," she said. She then grabbed Aegon by the arm. "Now c'mon! We have to go!" she shouted.
"What about my friends?!" Aegon shouted.
"You're no good to them dead!" Rose stated coldly.
"Fuck!" Aegon cursed as he started to run with Rose. The music playing object in her hands stopped the miasma from reaching them and any monsters that tried to come close fell over in pain.
Aegon's lungs burned as he kept pace with Rose or tried to at least. Rose didn't seem too out of breath, and she reached for something inside a pocket in her suit and pulled out another metallic object that had a red gem in the centre. "Hold onto me! And don't let go!" she ordered Aegon who grabbed onto her. Pressing the red gem, the pair of were enveloped into a bright white light, but that moment, a swarm of the fairy creatures flew towards them and started to assail them. Aegon flailed his hand about in a bid to drive off the creatures but in doing so, he loosened his grip on Rose and suddenly he was falling through a void.
Aegon could only watch helplessly as his world was now gone and he fell through darkness. Falling through the cold empty void, Aegon felt tears pour from his eyes at the harshness of his fate and surrendered himself to the darkness.
Then suddenly Aegon felt himself hit solid ground and his eyes opened and he looked to see he was somewhere entirely different. The ground felt hard with a grittiness to it and the smell of decay his nose as he slowly sat up and looked at his surroundings.
"Where… where am I?" Aegon asked himself as he pulled himself to his feet and looked down the alleyway to a street. Sheathing Blackfyre, Aegon walked out of the alleyway and his jaw dropped as he took in his new surroundings.
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It was night-time in a vast and dark city with massive buildings that reached up to prick the heavens themselves. And floating between the massive spaces of the buildings were enormous floating objects that shone down bright yellow lights from their lanterns. All along the street were horseless carriages made of metal and with black wheels. Walking along the grey stone paved paths were men and women in foreign garb, at least they looked foreign to Aegon who stared in astonishment. A few people took note of Aegon, staring at him and he stared back.
Wondering just where the hell he was, Aegon got the attention of a young woman who had short-cut raven black hair and wearing something that Aegon could only akin to a street walker. "Excuse me? Would you mind telling me where I am?" he asked the woman as politely as he could under the circumstances.
The woman's piercing green eyes looked Aegon up and down taking note of his features before her full lips curled into a smile as she replied, "You're in Gotham City. You from out of town, I take it?"
"I suppose I must be, my lady," Aegon said awkwardly.
"'My lady?'" the woman repeated with a laugh. "Where are you from, in shining armour?" she asked.
"Pentos," Aegon said straight away.
"Pentos? Never heard of it," the woman said thoughtfully. "If you're here for the Renaissance Faire, it's the wrong time of year for it," she told Aegon.
"Renaissance Faire?" Aegon parroted.
"Are you okay? You look a bit lost," the woman said in a concerned voice. "What's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Ae…" Aegon hesitated to use his name, so he decided to go with his disguise name. "…Griff. I'm Griff," he said.
"Well, nice to meet you, Griff. I'm Selina," the woman said with a smile and she then noticed the sword in Aegon's hands. "I don't suppose you have a license for that sword, do you?" she asked.
"What would I need a license for?" Aegon asked perplexed.
"True enough, I suppose," Selina said airily. "This is Gotham after all. Can't blame you for wanting something to defend yourself with, but then most wouldn't use a sword like you would," she added.
"I see," Aegon murmured. "Where abouts is Gotham City?" he then asked.
"The United States of America, where else?" Selina replied and she narrowed her eyes at Aegon. "Where abouts would Pentos be?" she asked.
"Essos," Aegon said instantly.
Selina hummed in thought before saying, "You don't appear to be lying, but I do wonder if you hit your head or are smoking some seriously good shit."
"Good shit?" Aegon echoed in confusion. "How can smoking shit be good?" he asked.
"Maybe you hit your head instead," Selina deadpanned. "You got anywhere you can stay? Or someone you can call to pick you up?" she enquired.
"Umm… no on both counts," Aegon said sheepishly.
"Hmmm, well I do know of a shelter that you could crash at until you get your head on straight," Selina said as she pulled out a small card and handed it to Aegon. "Just go to this address and tell them I sent you. You'll be looked after there," she told him.
"Umm, thank you, my lady," Aegon said with a grateful smile.
"Thank me later when you stop playing dungeons and dragons," Selina replied as she turned around and walked away. Aegon watched as Selina walked around the corner and out of sight.
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Looking at the card in his palm, Aegon looked at the small writing on the card and looked around. Luckily there were some sign posts that gave the names of the streets.
Aegon quickly asked a passer-by where the street the address was and was directed to walk up two blocks and turn right. Thanking the passer-by, Aegon then began his trek to the shelter.
As he walked up the street, Aegon couldn't help but notice the disparity between people as he walked further along the street. From where he originally started, the buildings were well-kept and furbished, but gradually, they became more run-down and he could see refuse trash lining the streets and the people looked more shabby and ill-fed.
As he turned around the corner, Aegon saw a trio of young men wearing similar outfits of black leather jackets with metal studs and wearing spectacles with red lenses in them. Their heads were shaved bald as they suddenly took notice of Aegon looking at them.
"Eyyy, lookie 'ere! Medieval Times! Slice 'n' dice!" cackled one of the men with an evil grin. Aegon put a hand to his sword and partially drew it out, the Valyrian steel blade begin to show.
"Oho! Medieval Times wants play-ay!" said one of the thuggish looking men as he pulled a metal rod with a hooked pronged end. "Slice 'n' dice him!" he stated as he began to move towards Aegon who drew his sword.
"Away or taste my steel!" Aegon warned.
"Oh, aye-verily! Real tough guy, ain'tcha?" laughed one of the thugs as he drew a strange little L-shaped object. "I got a Nine!" he said proudly.
"Very impressive," Aegon deadpanned although he was wary of what this 'Nine' could do.
"Go 'round behind him!" hissed one of the thugs and the other two thugs circled around Aegon. Aegon did his best to keep them all in view, but he knew he was surrounded and outnumbered.
"Well? What are you waiting for? I haven't got all night!" he then said angrily.
The one with the little object squeezed on it and by pure instinct, Aegon ducked as the little object shot out a flash of flame followed by a loud crack of thunder. Quickly moving forward, Aegon thrust his sword at the thug. The Spell-forged blade pierced the hand of the man holding the strange little object causing him to squeal in pain and drop the weapon.
"My hand?!" the thug screamed as he clutched his bleeding limb.
"Bastard!" screamed the thug with the knife as he tried to lunge at Aegon who spun around and slashed his sword at the man's chest and was rewarded with a gush of blood and a howl of agony. The man fell to his knees, clutching his wounded chest and Aegon then shut the man's pained screams with a punch to the jaw. Looking at the last thug armed with the metal rod, Aegon fixed him a cold stare.
"Are you ready to join your friends?" Aegon asked him casually.
"Screw this! I'm outta here!" the man dropped his weapon and turned around to flee when suddenly he was hoisted up into the air by a thin rope. The thug screamed as he was lifted into the air and dangled there.
Then dropping down from the rooftops were a pair of Men. The first wore black and grey armour with a midnight black cape and was clearly an adult. The other could only be a young boy by Aegon's estimate wearing a red shirt and a shorter black cape. There was a clear difference in countenance as the adult had an almost permanent scowl on his lips while the rest of his face was hidden by the black of his cowl or helmet that had two short straight horns on his head and white lenses obscured his eyes. The boy did not wear a helm or cowl on his head and instead wore a black domino mask with white lenses and he had a cheeky grin on his face.
"Are you… friend or foe?" Aegon asked warily as he held Blackfyre ready to fight.
The man narrowed the lenses of his 'eyes' before giving a reply, "A friend perhaps. Lower the sword," he said or rather ordered. "Why did you attack these men?" he asked coldly.
"They accosted me. I defended myself," Aegon replied.
"Who are you?" the dark clad man asked in a soft growling voice.
"Griff," Aegon said instantly. Although the man before him had made no outward movement to attack him, he was not certain if this man did not intend him any harm. "Who are you, ser?" he then asked.
"Batman," the man said.
"Bat…man?" Aegon repeated slowly. "Curious name," he mused.
"These men attacked you?" Batman asked.
"They did. I suppose you are the constable here?" Aegon said lightly.
"Sure, that's one word for it," Batman said dryly. "Where were you heading?" he asked.
"I was on my way to a shelter," Aegon said deciding to tell the truth. "A lady named Selina gave me this card and told me to head there," he added.
Batman nodded before saying, "Be on your way then." The other boy smiled and nodded at Aegon.
Deciding to continue on his way, Aegon then resumed his trek to the shelter.
As Aegon walked away, Batman's apprentice Robin the Boy Wonder looked at his mentor and asked him, "Think in Shining-Armour is a threat?"
"He's not who he says he is," Batman said in response as he placed some cuffs on the Mutant gang members. After doing so, Batman activated his wrist computer and punched in some buttons on the holographic keyboard before closing it. "We still have a few more hours," he told Robin who nodded as they both pulled out grapnel launchers and fired a pair of lines before swinging off into the night.
TO BE CONTINUED…
A/N: There, first chapter of this is done and dusted. I'd been meaning to write this crossover for a while, ever since I took down my first attempt at writing a Young Justice/GoT crossover which wasn't very good in my opinion. Hopefully this one will turn out much better.
Next chapter, we'll see Aegon at the shelter where he'll be met by some curious characters who claim to know him and whisk him away to a certain street where he'll get a run-down on where he is. Ten points if you can guess what street I'm talking about.
And for those of you who may ask, I do plan on Aegon getting powers of his own at some stage in the story. He'll need something to help him keep up with the DC Universe and the title of this story will say what kind of powers Aegon will have.
And apart from that, I haven't got too much more to say, so I'll leave this here and see you all in the next one.
Be kind to one another,
Angry lil' elf.
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P.S: anyone here seen the trailer for the upcoming game Multiversus? If you haven't, then you should check out the trailer for it, I feel almost vindicated when they bring some of my particular fandoms into it.