DC Ame-Comi Girls: Rise of the Hedge Knight

A DC Comics/Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice & Fire crossover

Chapter 1

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.

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 ear piercing squeal of excitement that had Aegon wincing at just how 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 said with an indignant glare. "Now tell me which character you are, that way I know where I am," she said.

"I'm… Prince Aegon Targaryen, Sixth of his name," Aegon said uncertainly.

"Oooooh! You're that character! I guess I shoulda figured 'cause 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 angrily.

"Aha, 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 and not a Blackfyre," she added as an afterthought.

Aegon prepared to open his mouth to call for some guards to remove this bizarre woman when a crack of thunder broke the sky and the wind howled. Rose stiffened, a look of alarm on her face as she said fearfully, "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 her outside. Rose stood outside and looked up at the sky, a look of deep 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 in wonder, wondering what this strange sight was and he looked at Rose who had a look of stricken fear on her face. "What is this… thing?" he asked the woman.

"The Bleed," Rose replied fearfully. "A tear in 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 it?" Aegon enquired.

"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 here and now?" he asked.

"Look behind you then!" And Aegon turned 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 are being carried off by the Sheeda to turn into foot-soldiers or food for their armies," Rose replied.

"And we're to flee from them?!" 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 can't abandon them!" Aegon yelled desperately. Wrenching himself free of Rose's grip on his arm, Aegon drew his sword and ran towards the crowd of monsters and fairy creatures.

A large unidentifiable monsters charged towards Aegon. Thrusting Blackfyre 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 music?!" 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.

"Damn it!" 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.

Great, tall buildings, larger than any Aegon had seen before loomed over him, all seemingly made of smooth metal, stone, or glass. By their own accord and with no horses to pull them, metal carriages hurtled up and down black stone roads. People garbed in strange attire walked alongside these black roads. Some held strange little rocks to their ears and were talking to seemingly no-one, or at least no-one that Aegon could see.

"Gods! Where am I?" Aegon mumbled to himself as he looked at the surroundings lost and confused. People gave him curious looks as they passed him, and some had frowns or fearful looks on their faces as they saw the sword in Aegon's hand. Blushing a little, Aegon sheathed his sword quickly and looked for somewhere he could find some information as to where he was.

Just as Aegon prepared to stop someone to ask for directions, a loud explosion broke the atmosphere and crashing out from a ruined building was some kind of hulking metal monstrosities led by what Aegon could only liken to a court jester. The court jester was a woman wearing a red and black fool's costume and holding in one hand a comically large mallet. Her black painted lips were contorted into a large smile as her mismatched eyes of violet and green glittered mischievously.

With her other hand, the court jester pulled out from the satchel that hung from her waist a small cake that a candle set into it. With a laugh, the woman lit the candle which began to fizz and sparkle brightly before she tossed the cake at some of the metal carriages which had come to a stop.

Then a massive of explosion of fire, light and sound burst from the little cake and the force of the explosion sent some of the carriages flying into the air before crashing back down to the ground.

All around people scattered, fleeing in different directions. But some people ran towards the chaos, their little flat stones in their hands. For what reason they did this, Aegon could not discern, but he felt it was rather foolish to run towards explosions.

Aegon briefly considered making his way out of the area, but a panicked scream caught his attention and he looked to see a young woman laying on the ground, her leg trapped under some debris. A gallant part of Aegon took over and he ran towards the trapped woman.

"It's alright!" he quickly told the trapped woman. "Move your leg when I say!" he then said as he prepared to lift the debris off the woman's trapped limb. With a grunt of exertion, Aegon lifted the stone rubble and grunted, "Move your leg now!" The woman did as she was told and scrambled to her feet.

"Thank you!" she said in an almost hysterical voice.

"Go! Get to safety!" Aegon said to her, and the woman did just that and fled the area. Aegon looked around to see if any more innocent people were in danger and sure enough some were. But, more importantly, he saw the perpetrator of this chaos laughing her head off as she rode around on her hulking metal steed, tossing more exploding cakes around the area and smaller metal creatures milled around attacking and destroying everything in their path.

Deciding that if he could take out the harlequin woman first, he could stop this madness. Drawing his sword, Aegon then charged towards the court jester.

Harley Quinn was a grand old time as she caused chaos in downtown Metropolis. The reason she was causing all this glorious mayhem was because her boss, Duela Dent, needed a distraction while she robbed a truck convoy carrying a shipment of military hardware. What Duela needed such high-grade tech for, Harley did not know nor did she care as she simply loved to cause chaos for her mistress.

Duela had mentioned that the Justice League would show up to stop Harley causing chaos and that was the plan. To keep them focussed on her, while Duela robbed the convoy. Giggling like a demented hyena, Harley primed another explosive cake and prepared to throw it at an elderly couple that was trying to flee the chaos. Suddenly Harley was knocked off her perch by something or someone and she hit the asphalt road with a pained yowl.

"Ooowww! What gives?!" the harlequin themed criminal whined like a child denied her favourite toy or treat.

"That's as far as you go!" said a stern voice and Harley looked up, expecting to Batgirl, Robin or some other member of the Justice League. To her surprise, standing over her with a sword pointed at her throat was a young man wearing a fine but plain outfit consisting of a black shirt with a leather vest, pants and riding boots. He had silver almost platinum blonde hair and deep purple eyes that almost looked dark blue at certain angles. He was cute in an almost boyish way Harley noted privately, but she realised that this guy must've been the one to knock off her perch.

Smiling widely up at the would-be hero, Harley said to him, "Aww, ain't you cute? Trying to be a hero, huh?" Grabbing onto the young man's ankle, she activated the joy buzzer in her palm. The young man gave a shout of pain as volts that could nearly kill a man lanced through him and he stumbled back, panting. Harley leapt to her feet and grabbed her baseball bat and prepared to swing at the aluminium sporting implement at the young man's head.

The young man luckily ducked at the last second and moved back, his sword held ready. Harley giggled maniacally before she gave a shrill whistle and the robot minions Duela had given her command responded to the sound and scuttled towards the young man.

A fierce expression graced the young man's face as he started to slash, hack and cut his way through the scuttling robots. Harley pouted in annoyance and shouted, "Hey! Duela gave me those! You're wrecking them!" With a screech, she leapt towards her foe with her bat raised high for an overhead swing. The young would-be hero then lashed out with his sword and his sword sliced through Harley's bat like a hot knife through butter.

Harley landed and gaped at her now ruined weapon. A smirk gracing his lips, the young man said, "You would be wise to surrender."

Gritting her teeth in anger, Harley whipped out a boxing glove pistol and prepared to pull the trigger when a white, blue and red blur sped past her. Harley realised that her hands were now cuffed together and her pistol was gone from her grasp. Looking up, Harley then saw none other than Power Girl floating a few feet above the ground, the boxing glove pistol in one gloved hand before it was crushed into shrapnel.

Harley pouted as she sat down on the ground and her bottom lip trembled as she started to cry. Power Girl didn't look all that sympathetic as she said, "Don't try the crocodile tears this time, Harley. It's not fooling anyone."

Karen Starr AKA Kara Jor-El AKA Power Girl had received the alert that Harley Quinn was in Metropolis causing havoc in the downtown area with some robots that Duela Dent had doubtlessly given her and had flown off to deal with the threat.

Having used her super-vision to observed what was going on moments before she arrived on the scene, Karen was surprised to see a young man dressed as a Renaissance Faire goer help with some wounded civilians before taking Harley Quinn head-on and knock her off her perch. Although Karen was concerned that a civilian cosplayer was charging recklessly into harm's way, she was surprised to see him handle himself relatively well, cutting through some of Harley's robots and even disarm Harley herself using his sword to destroy her baseball bat. Karen then decided to step in before it got out of hand.

She then got a closer look at the young man who thought he could be a knight in shining armour this day. Karen had met and known some handsome men in her life, but she had to admit this young would-be knight was a unique looking specimen in terms of features as he had silver-blonde hair, deep purple eyes and pale skin. He was a little on the lanky side, no doubt because of his youth, but Karen imagined that he might fill out nicely in due time.

The young knight gawked at Karen as she floated there in the air. "What… what are you?" he asked in an almost fearful awestruck voice.

Karen gave a friendly smile and replied, "Perhaps a friend." She then lowered to stand on the ground and she looked at the young knight and said to him, "I'm called Power Girl. You are…?"

"Aegon Targaryen Sixth of his name, recently knighted," the young man replied instantly.

Karen's eyes widened at the introduction. "Aegon Targaryen? As in Game of Thrones?" she asked.

"You know me?" Aegon Targaryen said in surprise.

"Are you doing some kind of method actor stunt?" Karen raised an eyebrow at the young man, a little annoyed that this might be some kind of stunt or prank being pulled on her for laughs.

"What's a method actor?"

Karen shook her head minutely before she used her super-hearing to listen to the young man's heartbeat. It was calm and steady and showed no irregularities. Karen then focussed her X-ray vision to scan the young man's body.

"You're human that much is certain, and you don't seem to be lying," Karen said slowly. "So you're either a really good liar, or there is some truth to what you're saying," she added.

"Where am I?" Aegon Targaryen asked abruptly.

"Metropolis City in the United States of America. Where else?" Karen said in response.

A confused blank look was on the young knight's face as he looked around at the city. Karen felt some concern for him, and she said to him, "Are you okay? Is there someone you can call to pick you up?"

"Pick me up? What does that mean?" Aegon asked.

Then floating down to the ground were the rest of the Justice League; Wonder Woman, Batgirl & Robin, Supergirl and Steel. Karen looked at her fellow heroes and spoke to Batgirl, "Batgirl, did you stop Duela?" she asked.

"We did, but she got away. Again," Batgirl groused.

"Damn," Karen muttered in frustration. Every time they came close to nabbing Duela, the anarchic terrorist would always slip away, being a few steps ahead of everyone else.

Robin then noticed Aegon staring at them dumbfounded, "So, who's the knight in shining armour here?" she asked Karen.

"That's… a little complicated," Karen admitted and her super-hearing then picked the sounds of news crew vans approaching. "We need to move this somewhere more discreet," she then said to the League hurriedly.

"On it," Steel said as she walked over to Aegon who backed away. "Relax, kid. You're not in trouble," the tech-armoured genius inventor told him soothingly.

"Who are you all?" Aegon asked fearfully.

"We're the Justice League," Batgirl said to him matter-of-factly. "Just trust us on this. We're not here to hurt you," she added kindly.

The young man seemed hesitant and like to run at first opportunity, but Karen took this moment to say to him, "I know you don't trust anyone right now, but it seems you're on your own and in need of help. We, the Justice League that is, were created to help those in need," she said to him. "And believe me, you could do a lot worse than throwing your lot in with us," she added with a sardonic smile.

Aegon nodded his head a little before he sheathed his sword and replied, "Very well. I would like some answers to questions of my own."

"We will do our best to answer your questions so long as you answer ours," Karen said respectfully. She then nodded at Steel who gently took hold of Aegon's arm.

"Hold your breath, first timers tend to lose their lunch," the African-American woman said to the young man who opened his mouth to say something when he and Steel were surrounded by bright white lights and they disappeared from the scene.

Batgirl then looked at Karen and asked, "So, you wanna tell us who the new guy is?"

"I'm afraid you wouldn't believe me if I told you, Batgirl," Power Girl replied. "But we need to confirm a few things first," she then said as the news crews arrived and surged forward with cameras and microphones stretched forth to get some statements and pictures. Karen suppressed a minute sigh as she prepared to give a textbook statement to the press.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: There! First chapter of this is done and dusted! I hope you all enjoyed the start of Aegon's adventures in the DC Ame-Comi Girls universe. I've been planning this story for a while, but I hadn't the discipline to sit down and write it, so if this first chapter is a little lacklustre, I apologise.

Now I know some of you will ask if Aegon will get powers of his own and short answer is, yes he will get powers of his own. What kind of powers will he get? I've got a few options written down; a friend and I discussed the possibility of Aegon becoming host to a spirit/wraith of his ancestor Aegon the Conqueror or Daemon Blackfyre similar to Talion and Celebrimbor from the Middle-Earth Shadow of Mordor/War games, or maybe like Johnny Silverhand and V from Cyberpunk 2077. Another option would be the power of the Black Knight taking inspiration from Zenescope Entertainment's Grimm Fairy Tales The Black Knight series which would be a good way to bring in the Queen of Fables into the Ame-Comi universe. Those two options are the strongest possibilities so far, but if anyone has some ideas as to what kind of power Aegon should have, then feel free to share them.

And that's about all I have at the moment, 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: what do you guys think about some female Marvel Comics characters being a part of this story? Let me know in a review or PM them to me.