This story was commissioned, but due to my incomplete knowledge of DC Comics, it will not follow any specific storyline or canon--Just bits and pieces that I fit together to tell a compelling story.
This story also takes place in its own DC/Marvel Universe, and will feature characters from other fictions, all while being very rated-m.
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The year is 2025, and the line between man and monster has been all but blurred, leaving new methods for mayhem to emerge. Neon-lit billboards illuminate the cityscape, making them pulse with an otherworldly hue, as towering skyscrapers with near impossible schematics pierce the smog-filled skies, casting deep shadows upon the congested streets beneath them.
Beneath all the flashing lights and blaring car alarms, however, lies a dark underbelly. The city's alleys and backstreets make up an elaborate labyrinth of shadows and crime the go unchecked and die unsolved.
The rain-soaked pavement reflects the neon glow from up above creating a shimmering mosaic that contrasts the shady nature of the meta human filled underworld.
Naruto ignored his reflection, choosing to watch the wet streets below his recently acquired sky rise apartment instead. The age of shinobi was over, and history seemed to repeat itself. He found it funny, in the times of Hagoromo-dono they were given Ninshu, a power for peace, and humanity used it for war. Even during his own times as a shinobi, war was always a constant. Human Error, Itachi-Sensei liked to call it.
Now, even in a completely different reality, war and crime were everywhere. The governments designed to protect, make weapons capable of combating their alien and genetically different residents, all while fighting against eachother. Luckily though, through all of this there were some super powered individuals who stepped up and fought for what was morally correct over ages.
Much like his homeworld, this reality had legends. Aliens, too.
This world had Heroes to protect them.
But Gotham City, his now involuntary residence, had no such heroes, it had no Gods among men who rose at the first sign of evil and fought it til' it died.
Well not anymore at least.
He'd heard rumors of a menace named The Batman and his crime fighting family, but apparently they'd all but disappeared shortly before he arrived. It was only natural that more villains would filter in during their absence.
During his near month stay in this city, he'd come to know of numerous super powered and mutated offenders across the globe, many of which frequented Gotham. Seriously, It was like a crime melting pot that had been left on high for too long.
A part of him yearned to help, but he was still ripe with injuries. The 4th Great Shinobi War had not been kind to him, Kurama had been ripped from him before he awoke, leaving his chakra network in shambles and his injuries to heal on their own.
His body did heal naturally with time, at an accelerated rate too but it wasn't comparable to that provided by Kurama.
Almost a full month had passed and he was still lathered in bandages. His body was still nicked with burns and bruises that only concealed more internal damages.
It now occurred to him how much of a crutch the beast of burden had been during his service as a shinobi, providing him a never ending flow of extra chakra and healing most of his wounds in mere moments. But now he was left without.
Naruto slipped away from the large window, making his way to a wine cabinet and whipping himself up a Grand Cru on rocks. The storm outside began to worsen as lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating his visage. A loud boom followed shortly after, rattling the foundations of the skyscraper and knocking out power all at the same, leaving the inhabitants of the building shrouded in darkness for a few moments.
His hair stood on end as the lights struggled to pick back up. He stared at the rain covered window, his reflection stared back, now 17 years of age, he stood at an even height of six foot. His attire was simple, a black V-neck shirt covering his bandaged torso, along with a pair of loose-fitting dark gray sweatpants, it was completed by a gem necklace that rested around his neck.
He quietly savored the sweet taste of plum and fruits as he sipped from the glass and watched the bustling streets below. His heart nearly skipped a beat when he saw a faint, crimson glow pierce through the darkness. The ominous beam danced around for a bit before settling onto his chest.
Panic crept into his mind before being shelved by nearly a decade of experience in specialized warfare. He calmly released his grip on the expensive looking glass, allowing it to freely descend just as the distant assailant flexed his finger.
The missile streaked through the air, a deadly force propelled by unimaginable power. Its sleek, silver body glinted in the moonlight, leaving a trail of white smoke in its wake as it honed in on its target with unyielding determination.
With each passing second, the tension in the air grew palpable. Time seemed to slow for him, as if the world held its breath, awaiting the inevitable impact.
He knew that if he didn't act quickly, he wouldn't be able to escape the impending blast.
Then, in a thunderous explosion, the missile struck its target. The sheer force of the incendiary payload erupted in a colossal fireball, engulfing everything in its vicinity. Flames danced wildly, hungrily consuming everything in their path.
The heat generated by the inferno was almost unbearable, causing nearby objects to melt and descend into the traffic below. The room of the skyscraper crumbled under the assault, and within moments, the entirety of floor one seventy eight was set ablaze.
Tony Masters grinned to himself as he witnessed his work. It was an easy job, he thought, standing up to shrug off the shoulder mounted rocket launcher before pulling out a smartphone. He ignored the blaring sirens and the traces of smoke which invaded his nostrils as he raised his phone to snap a pic of the carnage. He then opened a contact and shot off a text that read 'Job Complete'.
Only when the person replied affirming his payment did he allow the phone to shut off, fading to black. Tony's breath hitched as he noticed a distorted image in the droplets of rain that slid down his phone screen.
"Black Mask, huh?" Naruto exhaled, gripping the man's broad shoulder. Inky seal lettering quickly began spreading across Tony's skin, rendering him immobile in his grip.
He knew of Black Mask, upon his arrival in this world, he'd pretty much walked into a live bank robbery. It was six guys, all dressed in suits and skull masks. They were armed with HK G36s, but luckily weren't meta humans. Even while heavily injured Naruto made short work of the group, silently executing them and taking the money for himself.
The only problem was, this world held technology far beyond that of Konoha, and looking back on the day with the knowledge he held now, it was a given that he'd been caught on camera.
It seemed Black Mask had followed up on the details surrounding the failed bank heist and sent an assassin after him.
"Then just who are you," he queried, a three-pronged kunai expertly floating into his grasp as he prepared to extract information from the paralyzed man. Suddenly, a faint sound was heard upon the rooftop. Naruto's senses sharpen, and he instinctively moves into a defensive position.
From the shadows emerges a figure clad in a dark cape and cowl, his eyes hidden in the darkness. The fabled Dark Knight, fueled by his desire to protect the innocent-- or so he'd heard.
Despite his weariness, Naruto remains composed, instinctively masking his thoughts and weakness. He recognized the threat the man posed to him in his chakra stricken and injured state.
"Wait, I'm not the bad guy here" He stated firmly, tilting his body to the side to show the paralyzed assassin behind him.
Tony was quickly growing weary, his target had managed to escape the explosion, found his position, AND he'd neutralized him, with only a touch on the shoulder. It was very apparent that Mask' had not done his research. Add in this bat idiot and it quickly became a job he wasn't paid to do.
He didn't feel himself becoming any less paralyzed as the time went on either, so he figured his survival was still up in the air. At least until the League showed up.
The vigilante gave no response.
"You were intending to kill him, correct?" The masked vigilante spoke.
Naruto internally sighed, the determined look in this newcomer's eye told him there was no weaseling his way out of a fight.
He'd have to end this quick.
"Well yes, but-"
With a sudden burst of movement, the caped newcomer charges forward, surprising him with his speed and agility as he sprinted across the rooftop in seconds.
Despite his injuries, Naruto moves with agility honed by years of active anbu service experience. He slips through all of the vigilante's initial attacks with ease, and he adapts his fighting style to compensate for his lack of chakra, relying on his superior spreed and his kunai's sharp precision. Said kunai was used defensively as he strategically positioned himself, making the most of its reach and keeping the black clad man at a distance.
As they swapped attacks, he couldn't help but pick up on the overzealous tactics of his opponent. It may have gone unnoticed by many, but to the keen eye, it was easy to see that this bat had something to prove.
As expected, The Batman charged forward once more, performing a daring flip which would have turned into a powerful roundhouse kick had it not been dodged.
Naruto stepped back just as the kick was about to land. Then, in a burst of speed, he blurred forward intent on slitting the vigilantes throat.
The Batman's eyes widened as the gleaming blade nearly made contact with his exposed skin, only to be blocked by an armored wrist gauntlet.
He smirked, instincts always won in the end.
In his panic, he'd left his entire body open to attack. Naruto then capitalized, dropping to a knee as he spun counterclockwise, another three-pronged kunai appearing in his free hand before being drug across the man's exposed torso.
"Now, can we talk?" The blonde asked, nearly going tone deaf from the man's scream.
All he got was heavy breathing in return.
In that moment, 'Batman' realized that direct confrontation was futile against the blondes lightning-fast defense. Deciding to switch tactics, he used the environment to his advantage, feigning a wide hook as a he dropped four pellets at his feet.
The pellets exploded upon contact, enveloping the rooftop in a thick cloud of smoke. Naruto narrowed his eyes as he lost sight of the vigilante, before raising his free arm to cover his and mouth in case of toxins.
As the smoke began to crowd, Naruto's eyes close and his senses expand across the rooftop, searching for his attacker.
Nothing.
He furrows his brow, momentarily not realizing his own mistake.
It dawned on him a second later, he could not hear his attackers movements due to the blaring sirens.
He could not smell his attacker.
And he damn sure couldn't feel his attacker.
Until he could.
It seemed that during his disappearance, the dark knight had managed to arm himself with a metal fucking bostaff, which currently found itself smashing into his body with a series of strong, yet precise swings which aimed for his bandaged areas. He was then forced to a knee after another blow impacted his gut.
Despite the massive amount of damage he'd done, the unknown vigilante did not relent, instead choosing to continue his assault, smashing the staff into his temple, this time knocking him to the floor completely.
The smoke begins to rise, Naruto's eyes widen, and time slows as he comes face to face with a rocket disguised as an armored boot. His brain screamed for him to move but it fell upon deaf ears. The punt move connected, sending him careening across the rooftop.
He came to a rolling stop just before falling off the edge. As the pain courses through his body, he gasps in shock and disbelief. The sensation is foreign, overwhelming, and consuming. Every blow, every wound, every ache is magnified as he endures sensations he had never much known before. He was no longer able to dull his pain and heal his wounds in the background while he continued to fight.
Blood dripped from his head, staining his blonde hair red. This fight had made something acutely clear to him.
He was now vulnerable.
He was now human.
Tony watched with baited breath. The smoke had obscured his vision, leaving him to only guess what had happened. As it settled, the blonde was revealed to be even more battered than he was prior to his arrival, and the Batman third party looked to be closing in for the kill.
Suddenly, a faint sound cuts through the rain and darkness—a distant helicopter rotor. His eyes widen with surprise and relief. The League has finally come to his aid.
As the helicopter nears, its spotlight beams through the gloom, forcing 'Batman' to cover his eyes to avoid it. At first glance, he dismisses the aircraft, labeling it as the news before he continued to apprehend the blonde terrorist.
His dismissal was quickly reverted as the aircraft's doors slide open, and a multiple ropes drop down before the other occupant of the roof, who'd been strangely frozen in place since his arrival.
His observation was interrupted, however, as four men, all dressed in identical ninja suits, slid down the ropes, and grabbed hold of the man.
'Batman' immediately reached for his bataranags, intent on not letting the group of ninja escape with Taskmaster, but unfortunately it seemed the pilot of the helicopter had picked up on his intent, as the night sky was illuminated by torrents of gunfire.
The pilot held the trigger for a solid fourty five seconds. While he was intent on flooding the streets below with hundreds of 50. Caliber casings, Batman hid behind an HVAC unit for cover.
Moments later the firing stopped and he stepped from his hiding place. He now stood atop the bullet riddled skyscraper, alone. During the extraction the blonde had managed to sneak away aswell.
Tim Drake sighed, clutching his still fresh wound. It was only his first of many long nights back in Gotham. Just this time around,
He was the Big Bat.
Tony sits in a corner, nursing his wounds both physical and emotional. It took more than eight hours for the paralysis to wear off, and even now his right arm was still limp.
His target escaped, leaving him grappling with the all too familiar sense of defeat. Regardless of the bad info given by Black Mask, it would definitely be a blow to the reputation he was trying to build himself.
'And Cain will have my head' he thought to himself before a Shadow Servant handed him a golden scroll.
'Ra's too' he internally groans as he reads the envelopes contents.
As he glances around the room, he notices the wary gazes of his fellow assassins, members of the extraction team sent to-- well extract him.
The heavy door creaks open, drawing everyone's attention to a dark and imposing figure who enters the room. The man's face is hidden in shadow, his identity shrouded by a dark hood.
The Demon Head.
Tony swallows hard as the piercing green gaze falls upon him. He feels a bead of sweat forming on his forehead, his heartbeat quickening in anticipation of what is to come. Ra's' silence is deafening, stretching his nerves to their limit.
Finally, he breaks his silence, his voice low and commanding. He demands for Tony to step forward and explain his failures, his voice not failing to betray his anger.
So he began, reciting his nightmare without missing a beat. He spared no detail in his story, with his 'gift' he could remember it all. From the way the blonde disappeared and reappeared behind him, undetected. All the way to when he engaged and temporarily took down The Batman. He even mentions the strange paralysis touch.
Ra's made no acknowledgment of his story though, instead dismissing the meeting as if he weren't the one who called it. But despite his thoughts, Tony left without word.
Only once the room was cleared did he speak again.
"Talia," he trailed as he began to exit the room himself. "Bring him to me, by any means necessary" He finished as the large door slammed behind him.
"Yes, Father" a quiet voice affirmed, but no one was listening.
By any means necessary.
"Meow"
Naruto groans as he slowly opens his eyes, finding himself lying on a comfortable couch with a— black cat cuddling into his arm? He blinks several times, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The not so distant sound of water running, sunlight filtering through the dark curtains, casting soft rays across the room, but the noise and brightness only adds to the throbbing pain in his head.
As he attempts to sit up, his body— and the cat protests. He winces at the ache in his muscles before powering through. Glancing around, he sees the signs of a lived-in home– books scattered on shelves, a marble piano, and many more cats.
His first thought– old woman.
Not that he minded or anything, he loved spending time with granny koharu and Tora when he was a kid.
He was pulled from his musings as he heard a shower knob squeak and the water flow stop. Moments later, a beautiful young woman, likely the homeowner, appears in the doorway, a look of concern etched on her face. She approaches him cautiously, with only a small white towel holding back her rather large modesty. "You're awake. How are you feeling?" she asks, her voice soothing and compassionate.
He tries to answer her question but comes up short. "Oh! Water, right" She says to herself before quickly turning her back to him and heading to the kitchen.
Naruto watches intently as he's given a pretty sweet view, if he did say so himself. Her bubbly, yet sculpted rear on full display while she walks and bends over to grab him water bottles.
'Yeah, she can't be used to male company' he thinks to himself as she passes the bottles and takes a seat right next to him on the couch.
"I'm in pain, but I'll live" he answers her previous question after downing the contents of the bottle.
"Time heals" she replied reassuringly, gently squeezing his thigh for good measure. "Anyways, my name is Selina and I found you unconscious in an alley way outside a few days ago"
Naruto nearly chokes on his water at that, "A few days ago? It's been that long?" He questions as 'Selina' stands up and begins heading toward the stairs.
"Yep! And a thank you would be nice!" She stated loudly as she disappeared up the steps, leaving him alone with her cats once more.
It didn't take her long to return from upstairs fully dressed. Naruto quietly admired her beauty, she wasn't too tall, probably five foot nine with her heels on, she had short and wavy black hair that framed a perfect face, dull green irises, and the body of an erotic athlete! Said figure was only amplified by the a tight black dress with an open slit, ample cleavage, and an open back.
Did he mention she had a helluva' smile?
"Like what you see, hm?" She hummed as she stepped closer, fully entering his personal space.
Much to Selina's pleasure, the question made him blush. His cheeks reddened as he tried to come up with an answer.
"-er yes?" He answered honestly. The Anbu Black Ops did not prepare one for this.
"Well that's just too sad," she began before straddling him. Naruto's breath hitched as her weight rested upon him, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates once her dress began to ride up her supple hips, revealing to him that she was in fact NOT wearing panties. He shuddered, feeling her hot breath against his ear while she began to slowly grind into his growing tent. "Mmm, because I don't even know your name" she whispered, her movements coming to a complete halt before she pulled away from him.
"Anyway, you can crash here until you're recovered. Til' then, just watch my babies while I'm gone," She spoke in an all-too chipper voice for his liking as she quickly made her way to the door. "Toodles!"
It took him a moment to process what had just happened as he quickly shot up from his spot on the chair– injuries forgotten. "Wait! My name is Naruto!" He shouted to her just as the door closed.
Naruto groaned as he plopped back down onto the couch. Jiraiya-Sensei would be ashamed, the self-proclaimed 'Super Pervert' had taught him far better than to freeze up around beautiful women.
Such a shame, at least he had the cats to keep him company.
Oh well, he'd probably (hopefully) be seeing more of her as he took a stay in her home. There was no telling how long it would be before he could get his own place again. All of his extra money went up in flames because of that damned assassin.
Naruto hummed as he began to create a mental list of things to do, at the top of that list being Selina, the second being getting a damn job, and the third.. Maybe go back to school?
Before he could get too deep into his musings though, there was a knock at the door.
A/n hope you guys enjoyed! I don't have a beta so there may be spelling mistakes.
And yes I have made many changes regarding Naruto's past.