PyroSolracIII: You are kind of close to where I am going in the story, but not quite there. I will be showing why in this chapter.

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The Watchtower

I idly fiddle with my thumbs as I am sitting in what looks like a conference room for the Justice League. Each chair even has the emblem for each League member. I am currently sitting in Wonder Woman's chair so that I might be able to see her pissed of face when she knows that her chair has been sullied by the posterior of a lowly male. She might have it replaced. That would be a shame. This is a comfortable chair.

Once I realize that I am actually in the room where the Justice League make all of their decisions, I decide to make my own mock meeting.

I sit in the chair for Superman. "So what do we think of this new guy? He seems pretty cool."

I hop into Batman's chair and lower my voice, adding in a little growl as well. "He seems suspicious. Shifty. I don't like shifty people. Especially those that have a similar color scheme to me. I feel that as a founding member of the Justice League, I should have a monopoly on all dark color costume palettes."

"I agree with Batman," I say, after sliding back into Wonder Woman's seat. "He is a dirty male. We can't trust him. We cannot trust any male. They have betrayal and treachery etched into their being."

Superman again. "Diana, you do realize that the distinct majority of the Justice League is comprised of male members, right?"

Wonder Woman's chair. "That's why I am planning to usurp power and plan genocide on the male's of Earth. Then, the world."

Superman. "Wait, what did you say, Diana?"

Wonder Woman. "Nothing of consequence. Just a stray thought."

Now, I move to Aquaman's chair. "Well, I think the kid is pretty cool. Great sword fighter. He almost reminds me of myself. I can definitely lead him down the path of awesomeness."

Wonder Woman. "You would think that wouldn't you? You are practically identical, you disgusting Atlantean."

Aquaman. "You want to say that again? I will shove my trident up your Amazon ass. But first I will take the stick lodged up there and beat you with it!"

Superman. "We really shouldn't be fighting, guys. Aren't we on the same team?"

Batman. "Hmm, this is interesting information. How will I use it to take them down in the eventuality that they go bad?"

Superman. "Wait, what did you say, Batman?"

Batman. "Nothing of consequence. Just a start thought."

--

Numerous members of the Justice League stood at the monitor and watched the security feed from the conference room. They saw Marcus switching between their chairs and mimicking how he though that they would act. It is safe to say that each person had a different take on what he was doing.

Batman was scowling at Marcus' impression of him. He didn't like being the butt of any joke, especially someone who has not proven themselves. He also didn't like how the impression was slightly more accurate than he would like.

Superman seems to be holding back a smile. While this kid is a lot more powerful than would be expected, he seemed to be a good person. He didn't even hold the power draining surprise attack against him. It was a pretty mild way of getting past the Kryptonian powerhouse.

Aquaman is openly laughing at the antics of his newly acquired sidekick along with some of the other members like the Flash, Hal Jordan Green Lantern, Green Arrow, and Captain Marvel.

Wonder Woman is clearly on the last thread of her self-control. Her fists are clenched so hard that they seem to be about to break the skin despite her incredible durability. Her eye twitches as Marcus makes jokes about Themiscyra and its inhabitants.

"So, why exactly are we keeping him here?" Superman finally asks. "He didn't really do anything wrong."

"He attacked three different members of the league," Wonder Woman says. "You included."

"He is also an unknown quantity," Batman says. "I ran his identity through every database on the planet. The only information that he has is fake. Moreover, it was planted so well that I barely caught it. That is not even factoring in there is footage tying him to a prominent Yakuza family until about two years ago."

"Just because he hangs out with criminals doesn't mean he is one," Aquaman says. "You would be surprised how fun some criminals are to drink with."

"That is before we have even begun to discuss his equipment," Batman says, pressing a button and showing scans of Marcus' guns. "His assault rifle and pistol are comprised of parts from many different sources and technological levels of advancement. A preliminary analysis shows components that identify as stemming from Wayne Tech, Kord Industries, Atlantean, there were even pieces that register as coming from New Genesis. He is not some run of the mill teenager with powers."

"Couldn't most of that be purchased off of black markets and cobbled together with someone smart and enough and with the know how?" Flash asks.

"There was a final item that was more ominous than the rest," Batman says. He presses enters another command and the image of Marcus' katana appears. "This blade is known as Soultaker. I had Zatara analyze it and he was able to ID it. It is known for its bloody history and the innate ability of the weapon to capture and imprison the souls of all those who are killed by it. It has been held by warlords, samurai, heroes, and terrible villains. Its appearance is never a good sign."

"So, shouldn't we just talk to him?" Superman asks. "No, I want to see how long it takes for him to get tired of waiting in that room."

"What will that do?" Aquaman asks.

"It will give me an edge when we talk," Batman says.

--

4 hours later

Most of the nonessential league personnel had long left the area in front of the monitor, content with leaving it to the senior members of the league. This means that the only people still there was Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman. Martian Manhunter would have been, but he was making sure that his niece got settled into Mount Justice.

The past four hours had been a war of attrition between the League members and Marcus. They had been waiting for him to finally be sick of being alone, but he always found something to spend time doing and tide himself over.

After he was done pretending to be multiple League members, he switched to solo karaoke without any music. It was grating on the superheroes watching, except for Aquaman. He was enjoying himself the entire time. Especially when he was singing along to Marcus' rendition of "Under the Sea" from the Little Mermaid movie. Wonder Woman has to be held back by Superman from strangling the king of Atlantis.

After that, Marcus spent about an hour quoting various movies and workshopping jokes. That was a relatively boring section of video.

After that until the current moment, he was working on his breakdancing. At first, it was pretty normal. But that turned out to be the practice for the main event. He started a fire in the conference room, automatically triggering the sprinkler system. Once the room became secretly wet, he started to work on his unique form of breakdancing. As his legs swung in the air, water trails followed behind his movements. It made him look like the center of a whirlpool.

Aquaman eats a piece of sweet and sour chicken from one of the take out boxes that the Flash has brought before leaving for the night. "You know," he says. "I am never not amazed at this kid. I am so glad that he is my new ambassador. He is perfect to balance out Kaldur's stoicism. He is more impulsive and extroverted which should create a good dynamic with my apprentice's calculated behavior."

"I think that we should just call it," Superman says with a sigh. "I am not really up for sitting her for another four hours hoping that he breaks like a criminal in interrogation."

"I think we all need to be able to call it a night, which we can't when we are holding a teenager in our conference room," Aquaman says. "So, can we just talk to him instead of wasting all of this time for no productive change?"

"Fine," Batman concedes. "Let's talk to him.

--

I finish off one maneuver and land in a standing position when the door to the room opens up. The water I had been manipulating comes crashing back onto the ground as Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Aquaman enter.

"Before you say anything, this place was drenched when I got here," I say.

"We just want to ask you some questions," Superman says. "Is that okay?"

"Uh, sure," I say. I sit down in Green Lantern's chair, my body heating up internally with atomic fire so that the water doesn't drag down my body temperature. When the Justice League members appear slightly on edge due to my appearance change when activating my powers, I wave off their worries. "I am just heating myself up."

"Why do you have Soutaker?" Batman asks.

I freeze for a moment as I am hit by a short flash of memory.

"I love you, my little dragon."

I school my expression. "It is a reminder."

"Of what?" Batman says, pressing me for more information.

"Of what happens when I don't protect those that are important to me," I say, meeting Batman's gaze head on. I can tell that he is not completely satisfied by my answer, but he is dated for the moment.

"What are you?" Superman asks. "Metahuman, alien, magical?"

"I am unsure where I fall in your given categories," I say. "I am not a metahuman, I don't think I am exactly magical, and I am not from a planet other than Earth."

"So, what are you?" Wonder Woman asks with a growl in her voice.

I just take a moment to enjoy the anger on Diana's face. The variety of enraged expression she makes are like fine wines. I have learned to decipher the complexities of them over time. Right now, I am getting a good one.

"I am an extra-dimensional refugee," I say. "I am one of the last surviving entities of what I assume to be an erased reality."

"Why was your reality erased?" Superman asks.

"I have no idea exactly why," I admit. "I was never one for the analysis of cosmic forces of nature. All I know is that I am one of the few things that were dropped onto your world."

"That does not explain your powers," Batman says. "Did you receive them from the destruction of your dimension?"

"Technically, yes," I say. "But first, I have to explain what my world was like. It was kind of similar to this one. There were no superheroes, but we did have giant creatures. Titans, or kaiju as some of the population referred to them, were colossal primordial beings that periodically dominated the globe. They were the undisputed highest organisms on the totem pole whenever they would appear. They mainly appeared when the planet was in danger to help out."

"How did they help?" Batman asks. He is super suspicious of me right now. I guess he was more than a little rankled by my explanation.

"Titans were beings that fed off of radiation," I explain. "They particularly had a like for radioactive elements like uranium and plutonium. As a result of their radioactive nature, they emitted their own form of radiation. This frequency was designed to foster the growth of life. A Titan walls through a desert and a few months later, forests are growing. They are like antibodies when life on the planet is is danger. Runaway global warming, they wake up. Global extinction event, they wake up."

"Wait, why are they waking up?" Aquaman asks. "If these things are so awesome, why aren't they always walking around?"

"They are only necessary when the world is in danger," I say. "We only started to wake them up by stupidity. One was awakened by nuclear tests in the Pacific. Strip mining. All sorts of nasty environmental dumbassery. They began to roam around. A lot of stuff happened after that. They fought sometimes. They healed large sections of the rain forest. Some idiots thought it was a good idea to make robotic versions and genetically engineer new ones. It was a whole thing. Then we get to me."

"Where do you fit into all of this?" Batman asks.

"I was the premier and only Titan whisper," I say. "They communicated with bio-acoustics. It wasn't words so much as complex emotions shown by the sounds their bodies made. As a happenstance of genetic variability, I was born with the ability for my ears to pick up on bio-acoustics, my brain to process it, and my voice to project an undercurrent off bio-acoustics. Hell, I can even hear your guy's bio-acoustics. Superman is interested and hesitant. Batman is suspicious and slightly hostile. Aquaman is amuses and interested. Wonder Woman is angry and aroused."

It takes a moment for everyone to process the last word. Then, Aquaman starts laughing while Superman has to hold Wonder Woman back so that she doesn't attack me.

"Now she is just angry," I say. It takes a minute before the others are able to settle Wonder Woman down enough to listen.

"No one knows why I was able to understand and converse with the Titans," I say. "Some think it was fate, others thought it was luck, and a few even theorized that it was due to changes experienced while I was a fetus and exposed to residual Titan radiation. All I know is that I was able to talk to them."

"I was close to one of the Titans on the day that everything went to shit," I say. "Godzilla, to be exact. He was the king of the Titans. He had an undisputed rule through strength. When reality was being erased by a massive wave of white nothingness, he coiled around me to try and protect me. That led to us being erased together. Through some cosmic act, we happened to be merged and dropped into this reality. Unfortunately, the other Titans survived as well."

"When did you get here?" Batman asks. "How many Titans are here as well?"

"I got here about four years back," I say. "You should remember it pretty well. I heard there was one hell of a light show. Secondly, I have absolutely no idea. The strange thing is that the Titans are no longer how they once were. When everything got erased, the Titans got dissolved into energy. I guess it happened because there was so much already infused into their cells. But they got dropped here as giant sentient masses of energy. They can coalesce and gain a physical form, but they are at their core beings of energy now. To be able to maximize their freedom, they need someone to bond with."

"You bonded with Godzilla, didn't you?" Batman asks.

"Yes, I did," I confirm. "He is sleeping at the moment. So, the Titans were dropped in a sort of hibernation. But after a while, they sort of activate and wake up. They are weak at first, but they grow in strength as they become used to the new reality and their state of being. Luckily, I have been able to capture and contain the Titans so far before they find a person to bond to."

"How can you capture them?" Superman asks. "They seem a little big for hiding them as well.

"I absorb them," I say. "I am attuned you containing Titan energy. Since I am bonded with the king, they respect me to a certain degree. That allows me to hold them until I find suitable people for them to bond to. They are currently sitting in their own space in my mindscape."

"Can't they just bond to anyone?" Aquaman asks. "It seems like that would be the first move they would make."

"They need an ideal counterpart," I say. "I was well suited for Godzilla, so we mesh together. A Titan and its host need to be able to sync together. If they don't, they start chafing against each other. Theoretically, this could lead to them fighting for dominance or for them to both go batshit insane. So, are you satisfied?"

"Not entirely," Batman says.

"But enough to put some trust in you," Superman says. "This is like superhero probation to see how honorable you are. There is a team forming that you would be good for. You already met most of the members."

"Wait, it's a sidekick team?" I ask.

"We like to think of it as a training version of the League," Superman says. "It would let you have the chance to do some good in the world."

"Okay," I say. "I even have another sidekick who would fit the bill."

I can't wait to see Wonder Woman's face when she learns that I am bringing her little sister Donna off of the island and into the team.