(The song used is from Hazbin Hotel called "Stayed Gone." Check out the show, it actually slaps. Anyway, enjoy.)
Waiting for us at the airport were two women. The first woman was blonde hair and eyes. The second was a woman with red hair and skin that was the same shade of green as my own.
"Oh my goodness, you're back, kiddo. I'm so glad to see ya in one piece!" The blonde woman told me, wrapping me in a hug so tight I could hardly breathe, looking for help from Tim and Bruce.
"Wh-Who are you?" I managed to wheeze out, her arms falling to her sides sadly as Tim jumped in to save me.
"He got in a fight with a major supervillian and lost his memories. Right now, he doesn't remember much of anything." He explained, and while Harley looked less sad, she still put a hand on my cheek.
"My baby boy, you've been through so much." She muttered sadly, and as I pulled away from her touch, I looked to Bruce.
"I thought my parents were dead."
If I had a knife, I could've cut the awkwardness with it. What could I have said to evoke such weirdness from them?
"We'll discuss it in the car." Bruce told me, and as much as I wanted to argue, I didn't feel like it. He was kind of annoying with details, always skirting around them.
"Fine, but you're rich, and I've got a hankering for something greasy and mass-produced."
Tim laughed, and for a few seconds, everything felt normal, the feeling fleeing as fast as it arrived.
"Does Big Belly Burger sound good, kid?" The green woman asked, and I wondered who the hell she was.
"Really? You want Triple B's?" Harley asked, and the green woman shrugged nonchalantly.
"They've started going green, getting their products much more sustainably. I guess after a while, all the dead CEOs and rebuilding their facilities stop being cheaper."
Woah. Either tons of people had a score to settle with a burger place, or this chick was craaaaazy.
"Man, who the heck is this lady?" I whispered to Tim, who just shook his head and leaned close, but he wasn't fast enough, the woman turning back with a smile.
"I am Dr. Pamela Isley, supervillain and environmental activists. Call me Ivy." She told me, making roots grow around my ankles, even if it didn't feel like a threat. The vines felt nice, and when I moved my feet, they moved away.
Smiling to her, I gave her a little wave. She seemed nice enough, even if she was a self-proclaimed supervillain.
"I'm Izuku Midoriya. I have amnesia and an empty stomach."
I got a laugh from them, even though I didn't mean to, and started laughing with them, enjoying small talk as we walked to the car, an old man and a kid waiting in a limo.
Woah. I guess I forgot the part of Bruce being rich. Dang, this was cool.
"Big Belly Burger Alfred. And if they still have those fries with cheese, then step on it." Bruce told him, and the old man looked back through the mirror, his eyes meeting mine.
"Are you well, Master Midoriya?" He asked me. There was something in his voice that made me think he actually cared.
"I don't know, but I guess I'm doing as good as I can, uh, sir. Thanks for asking."
He looked a little longer and then started driving, and if Harley wasn't pointing out every building and telling us about the things she'd done there, it would have been quiet.
Big Belly Burger sounded like something that was gonna kill me, but the smell as we walked inside was comforting, like meeting an old friend after years of not seeing them again.
"Izuku, where you been, man? You want the usual?" The guy working the counter asked, and I opened my mouth to answer him, just as the doors were slammed open, and a man wearing a black suit that was patched at the legs, a weird gun thing with blue tanks on his back, and salt and pepper shakers on his head, resembling the Flashes lightning bolt ear things.
"Wait, who's the Flash?" I questioned out loud, as he turned to me, aiming the gun at my chest
"I am Condiment King! You will empty your pockets, and the cashier will empty the register, or I will soak you!" He yelled, his gun making a weird squishy sound.
"Wait, Condiment King? Like, mustard and mayo kinda condiments?" I questioned, watching him hold his head up high, pride on his face.
"Indeed! Now, give me what I want, or I'll soil you with Sriracha!" He laughed, and I laughed, and the other patrons laughed.
Watching him get angry was incredible, the gun spinning around and sending a splat of what looked like mustard onto my shirt.
"Piss off, you're actually serious? Oh my god! This is amazing!" I told him, walking up and decking him in the jaw, the criminal falling back unconscious.
"What a doofus." A muscular guy with no shirt on spoke, holding his leg back to kick him before moved in between them.
"He's already done for, you don't need to do that."
He looked down, and now that I was paying attention, I saw the laurel on his head, and that he while he wasn't wearing a shirt, he was wearing a toga.
"You dare stand up to the immortal god, Maxie Zeus!?" He bellowed, pulling a lightning shaped cattle prod from God knows where, taking a stab at me.
"I don't give a shit who you are." I replied, as I dodged, relying mostly on instinct as roots crept up his legs.
"No! I might not even remember how to use my powers, but I won't need 'em for this d-bag!" I called to Ivy, watching the roots retreat.
"If you're a god, then I'm Kratos. But a real God wouldn't fight here. Name the place, and I'll put you in yours."
My words seemed to make him think, and he rubbed his chin thoughtfully right before I swung my fist and hit him in the side of the head.
"Your insolence will cost you dearly! Prepare now for the wrath of Zeus!" He screamed, clearly unhinged now.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the others helping to get the others out, and while god-boy screamed, I dove for Condiment Kings gun, aiming it at his eyes and spraying a variety of sauces onto his face, the muscular man swinging his prod haphazardly.
"Guess you can't cut the... oh hell, I can't bring myself to say that." I told him, getting up and going for the groin, bringing my foot up as hard as I could, bringing him to his knees and getting the prod to my stomach.
I don't know what he had powering that thing, but it knocked me back with pure energy, my head hitting the counter with a loud crack.
One. Two. Three. Up and moving, a smirk growing on my face.
"You ever see Avatar the Last Airbender? The last episode has the main character getting hit and unlocking his power after he got hurt. Well, you just did that for me and my memories d-hole." I taunted, watching him wipe the sauce from his eyes and stand.
"You have humiliated the great Maxie Zeus for the last time! You will die!" He shouted, rushing at me and swinging his prod with a laugh.
There was no rhythm to his attacks, no real aim, and when I dodged, I made sure to punch him in the nose as hard as humanly possible, listening to it crack with a satisfied smile before taking the prod and snapping it in two.
"Next time you try some slick shit, make sure the guy you attack isn't built differently." I told him, grabbing his beard and bringing his head against the floor hard, making sure he wouldn't be getting back up for a while.
"Let's begin
I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone
Tune on in when I'm done
Your status quo will know its race is run
Oh, this will be fun!" I sang, hopping the counter and making my food, a quadruple deluxe with pepper jack cheese and extra bacon with a side of ghost pepper fries.
"God, I'm gonna go make out with my boyfriend and rewatch Legend of Korra." I decided, walking out with my monstrosity of a sandwich, but hey, I'd saved the place. The least they could do was feed me.
Gleefully, I waved to my family, broken, growing bigger all the time, and mine. My family.
"Good news, guys! That wannabe diety hit me hard enough that i remembered who I am. Still didn't need my powers to wipe the floor with him." I joked, grinning ear to ear as Harley squealed happily, running up and hugging me tightly.
"Yeah, I missed you too, mom." I mumbled, hugging back until I had to turn into gas to get air and rub my sore ribs.
"Hey, so was no one going to mention that the supervillain who put the hurt on me was my freakin' pops?" I asked, floating around lazily. How I managed without this was beyond me. Powers rocked.
"Well, at the time it was agreed that information could have pushed you further away from retrieving your memories. We would have told you, but only when we were sure it wouldn't hurt you."
It made sense, and I believed them. But I was also hurt because they hid it from me. Meh, more than anything, I was hurt that my dad almost killed me.
"Why'd he do it? He left me! He left me, and the state took me, and they broke me! Why wasn't I good enough for him to stay!?" I asked, the dam inside breaking from holding back the worst of myself for years, sobbing as the realization truly reached me. My father abandoned me, let my mother die, and went to go be a some jackass in Japan.
No one touched me, no one spoke, and when I could feel the world underneath my feet again, I stood proud.
"Who needs him? I gotta better family than he ever gave me right here."
It wasn't much, but it was mine, and I loved them for being here with me.
My sandwich was no match for me, destroying it before moving onto my fries.
"I've raised four children, and none of them have ever been as hungry as you." Bruce told me, and I realized he was trying to make a joke.
"I mean, do you want burger grease soaking into your expensive seats?" I asked, wiping my mouth on my sleeve and sighing. At last, a good home-cooked meal.
Once the cops showed up and took statements, I got to pop in on camera, flexing my right bicep and grinning.
I couldn't believe they got Vicky Vale out here just for little old me with a mic in my face.
"How do you feel knowing you've managed to take down two of Batmans' least impressive rouges as a former child villain?" She asked, and I kept flexing before getting serious. Why was she making this a joke? Two villains who could have hurt people just got taken down.
"Don't do that. Don't compare villains like they're not dangerous. Condiment King isn't exactly Bane, but he's still someone with clear mental issues and a weapon full of allergens. He could kill, blind, and cause slips and other accidents. As for Maxie Zeus, he's an Olympic level athlete who's got access to weapons that do serious harm and a god-complex that makes Lex Luthor look like an atheist."
Maybe it wasn't the appearance they were used to, but seeing the world from a new perspective, not knowing anything, it changed me. I was so close to losing everyone I loved.
"If I may remind viewers, you once worked for Joker and robbed a bank. What makes you fit to judge others?" She questioned, and I hung my head in shame.
"My past is what pushes me. I can't ever make up for what I've done, but I won't rest until I do. That's why I wanted to be a hero when i started. Recently, I was involved with U.A. and the villain threat they're facing. I saw the horrors of being a hero in full."
I paused, thinking about the building my father had destroyed, angry with me. He would have killed them. Like they didn't matter.
"Because the sins of the father will be visited upon the son." I told her, pushing the mic out of my face and walking away.
"I have no idea what that last thing means, but I think we're looking at someone turning their life around. And what a dramatic one-eighty!" I heard her say, moving away from the cameras. I didn't want to be in the news. The spotlight wasn't as bright as I used to think it was, but it still burned me a little.
"You did good. I'm proud of you." I heard Harley say, and now that I was closer, and the excitement had died down, I could see brown roots. Who would have guessed she wasn't a natural blonde?
"Ditto here, kid. You're gonna be great someday." Ivy told me, patting my shoulder before putting her hand around Harleys waist.
"One day at a time, right, Ma?" I asked her, watching it take a moment for what I said to register.
"Ma? Really? What is this, the wild west?" She joked, but I could see the smile she tried to hide right before I hugged them both.
"I'm only who I am because you two believed in me first. I love you both." I told them softly, and it didn't matter who my father was.
Why would it?
I had two kick-ass moms.