Gotham City

The pollution in the air was something to behold. In all the time Shota Aizawa had been in Japan, which by his count had just a bit higher of a population than this city, he hadn't ever actually smelled the smog travelling in the air unless he was near an industrial site. However, this event was something that not many could pass up even if they wanted to.

The man himself had black hair long black hair tied in a bun and stubble to match the color. His eyes were black with light bags under them as a testament to how tired he was. He had a grey hoodie under a loose burgundy blazer. His pants were black slacks which were equally as baggy as his blazer and would have fallen off his waist had it not been for the belt. His shoes were typical black business shoes.

The teacher from the most prestigious hero academy in the world, U.A. Academy, was invited to a charity event by Bruce Wayne among other established Pro Heroes that were ranked pretty high on the leaderboard. Aizawa himself stood next to Nezu, the principal at the same school, and Takami Keigo, Pro Hero - Hawks, who was standing in for All Might who couldn't make it due to circumstance. It would have been Endeavor who would have filled in for All Might, but he refused, explaining, "I don't want to partake in an excuse for a rich kid to ask for an autograph."

Nezu wore his typical dress clothes. A white dress shirt with a red tie tucked under a black vest with a matching pair of black slacks. Although, he had an orange pair of boots which stood out from the rest of his outfit. Nezu himself seemed like an amalgamation of multiple animals, so the boots weren't too much of a retractor in the end.

Hawks had decided to go with something more casual than either of them, wearing a tan leather jacket with a fur collar and a scarlet v-neck t-shirt to match his quirk which gave him bright red wings which he had pulled close to his back. His pants were just a simple pair of jeans and he wore brown leather boots to match with his jacket. He wore sunglasses with a wire frame that tucked into his sand-colored hair and had red-tinted lenses.

There were others from Japan that confirmed they would be attending, like Present Mic and Best Jeanist, but they would be coming to the city closer to the time of the party. For now, the three heroes wanted to go to Wayne Manor to thank the billionaire personally for the charity event. As such, they were looking for a limousine that their host mentioned in his call on their way into the city. According to the boy, a man with black but greying hair and a suit and bowtie should be waiting for them with a sign in hand with 'U.A.' written in marker.

Sure enough, when they arrived on scene a man matching the description stood at the passenger side of the car, which faced the pickup lot. The three heroes met with their chauffeur.

The chauffer was the first to speak up, "You three are the heroes in question, I presume?"

Nezu responded with a nod, "That we are. Might I say, this vehicle is quite marvelous."

"We in the Wayne household believe it is of utmost importance that we accommodate for every guest's leisure. You will find there is room behind the back seats, in case Mister Keigo would prefer to stretch his wings." The man opened the door to the back of car, gesturing towards the inside, "I hope the refreshments are to your liking, gentlemen."

The three climbed into the vehicle, taking their seats and helping themselves to the sandwiches and drinks while the man closed the door and took his place in the driver's seat, "I am the Wayne family's butler, Alfred Pennyworth, in case you were wondering."

The car began to move, making its way to the destination. While the three were in the vehicle, Hawks took advantage of the extra room he had and finally stretched out his wings as he had them tucked in for the plane ride. Nezu grabbed himself a sandwich out of a selection that was available for the three of them to eat. Aizawa moved to the part of the back that was closest to the driver, peering into the small window that separated him from them.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but I was wondering why the boy wanted to bring us down a whole week before the event. It would have made more sense for us to arrive a day or two beforehand."

The older man glanced into the mirror with an unfazed look, "I would rather not speak for the young master in his absence. So, unfortunately, you will have to ask him about that directly." The butler's eyes returned to the road, "I apologize if that is unsatisfactory for you."

"I have a feeling," the animal-like principal replied, "It may have something to do with that vigilante that's all over the news. He's caused quite the stir."

"Vigilante?" Aizawa frowned.

"Yes," the short passenger nodded, "He's been in many articles for a few days now. No one knows when he actually started taking justice into his own hands, but there are some nasty rumors about him." Nezu turned to the butler, "I am muddy on the details, though, Mister Pennyworth."

The driver shrugged, "I know no more than snippets from the newspaper before my ward arrived, I'm afraid. And then there was hardly anything to speak of."

Hawks finally stepped in, staring at his phone, "Well, the closer you get to present day, the crazier the stories get. Criminals are left hanging from rooftops and in alleys with so many broken bones they have to be incarcerated before having any hearings, if they're necessary."

Shota nodded, "So, he's the brutality type, huh?"

"Do forgive my interruption," the butler chimed, "But Gotham is a very different place than your country, gentlemen. This vigilante, in turn, is nothing short of tame by our standards."

"Are you endorsing this kind of behavior, Mister Pennyworth?" Nezu inquired.

"I would much rather justice be dealt so the criminal may serve a sentence in the end. That is all." The butler looked back into the mirror again, "Or perhaps you just need the full Gotham experience to truly grasp why it is something like mild brutality may not be such a bad thing."

Kansas

In the mirror, the Kryptonian couldn't help but smile at the sight of his family's suit. Everything excluding the red cape and the family crest seemed to stretch to fit him with ease. Originally, the Kansas boy was concerned with the size of the clothes as they seemed much smaller than what would normally fit him. But, as he put it on, the material seemed to expand to fit his body perfectly! Krypton's technology certainly wasn't anything to scoff at.

Because of the size of the cape, it being much larger than the rest of his suit, he decided it would be best for it to be left out until he grew into it. The crest was also large, only just barely aligning with where his chest muscles ended. Although, the bottom of the diamond did roll over the top of his core. This wasn't much of a hamper because the symbol, although it felt like a stiff metal, still curved as his body moved.

Overall, looking at his costume, it looked pretty much like a Pro Hero's suit! That would make it easy when he became a Pro Hero himself, as he wouldn't need anyone to make his suit for him, bringing down any costs of the schooling if that was a part of the costs of tuition. As Clark rotated his arms and moved around in the suit, he was kept off guard by just how easily it moved with him.

"Clark, come down here! We want to see it on you, too!" Martha called out.

The boy smiled, opening the bathroom door, "Coming, Mom! It looks so cool!"

He rushed down the stairs, opting to jump down about halfway. He never landed on the ground, however, floating two feet off the ground and placing two hands on his hips in front of the farmers. With a grin on his face and his chest forward, he nodded to them.

His mother held a wide grin as he placed himself in front of them, placing a mug of coffee on the table in the room. "What happened to the cape, dear?"

"It was too big, but I'll grow into it, right?" After receiving a nod from his mother he pushed his chin forward, "You can call me the Krypto-Warrior!" He said triumphantly.

The farmer gave a small smirk before crossing his arms, "That supposed to be your 'hero name?'"

The alien laughed, scratching the back of his neck, "It's a work in progress. I wanted to see if I could include my home planet in my name, you know?"

That definitely felt strange to say. One part of Clark still had a hard time believing that story, that he was from another planet. He's lived his whole life up until now with the impression he was just gifted with a quirk, which was easy to buy into considering a few stories a few friends from high school told him about where parents had relatively tame quirks and their kid had quirks that seemed unrelated and extraordinary!

Martha clapped her hands together with a smile, "Well, I think it could work. Although, it may sound a tad aggressive."

Clark placed a hand on his chin, nodding as he considered her observation, "Yeah, I see your point. It doesn't really inspire hope, does it?" Quickly, he changed the subject by flexing his right arm, "The suit looks awesome, though!"

The farmer nodded with a sigh, "Yeah, it looks like you're about ready to save the day. A real superhero."

The farmer's wife nodded, grabbing the mug off the table, "Our own super boy." She gave one chuckle before taking a sip.

"'Super boy.' Huh?" The Kryptonian mused, crossing his arms before jerking back. He turned back up the stairs, flying upwards so fast he almost had an afterimage of where he once stood.

The farmer ran to the stairs, slamming a foot on the bottom step, "Boy, we've told you before not to go that fast in the house!"

"Sorry, Dad!"

The couple that was left in the dust downstairs exchanged a laugh together before returning to their routine of waking up. Martha sat down on the sofa, drinking her coffee and reading her magazine. Jonathan headed to the front door, opening it so he could go to the barn to tend to the machinery and the crops.

Gotham City

The foyer was large enough to hold two or three houses on the ground floor alone! The architecture was almost symmetrical, with the stairs being right in front of the three heroes and branching off into opposite directions. To the immediate left and right of the group was two wide doorways with no doors. The left doorway held a lounge, complete with a fireplace, multiple couches that even just by looking at them one could tell they were expensive. There was even a pool table that was visible around the corner of the room! The right doorway was a dining room that was equally as large and held a table that seemed about as long as the whole room that had more chairs around it than Aizawa's extended family, with room to spare.

There were also two halls below the second level of the staircases that diverged to the second floor, but the halls were dark so there wasn't much to see there.

One thing was certain, in the few seconds the three had been in the room, the foyer alone was a place none of them would be able to afford in a few lifetimes of work. Taking the chandelier into account, they wouldn't have doubted Wayne if they were told it was made of pure diamond. As if they would know the difference anyways.

Their awe was interrupted by the voice of a young boy who emerged from the left side of the stairs leading to the second floor, "Ah! You three must be the heroes; it's a pleasure to meet you all!"

The boy eventually made it to the last step, a smile on his face. Peculiarly, he had a small cut on his lower lip that Aizawa took note of. The three heroes, however, took their bows.

Nezu spoke for the group, "Thank you for gracing us with your time, Mr. Wayne. I hope we aren't imposing."

Bruce bowed in return, "Not at all, Nezu." The four rose from their posturing before the billionaire continued, "I hope the private jet I sent to pick you three up was accommodating."

Hawks replied, giving a chuckle, "Oh, it was fantastic, but you didn't have to go that far for us."

The billionaire waved his hand in front of his face as if to dismiss his comment, "Nonsense, you're my guests! No expense is too high."

The butler marched through the darkness of one of the halls under the stairs, hands behind his back, "I have returned, Master Bruce." He turned to the three heroes, "Shall I prepare a meal and tea for the guests?"

The guests gave the butler their order of tea, refusing the food for the moment, before moving to the lounge where Bruce took his seat on a couch. The three heroes took a seat across from him.

As Aizawa sat down, he pointed to his own lip to reflect the cut on the boy's, "Where did you get that cut? You don't seem the type to get into fights."

"Oh, well, I'm never the one instigating them." The boy felt his lip before going further, "Given my family situation, however, many people see me as an easy target regardless. I'm sure you know how mean kids can be as a teacher, Mr. Aizawa."

The man nodded, but the boy continued, "That does remind me, there was a peculiar precedent that was made recently regarding your schools, was there not?"

The principal tilted his head, "I'm not sure I'm following what you mean, which precedent?"

Alfred returned to the room with the tea, placing it in front of each respective person with a 'thank you' following each person as they were given it.

"Those without quirks have recently been given the legal 'OK' to join in the academies." Bruce picked up his cup and took a sip out of it before continuing, "That includes the U.A. Hero Academy?"

The teacher folded his arms, staring at the boy, "Is this why you invited us this early? To ask if you could join the program?"

There was a pause for a moment, where the teacher and the billionaire stared at each other. Aizawa feared the worst, that with the charity event, he would try to bribe his way through to the school. When considering the idea, the tired teacher thought it crazy, but he has seen a lot of people willing to do crazy things in his time. So, it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to expect someone like him to join the academy. With his money, it might just be possible for him to make a name.

That, however, would be given he didn't die during the festival alone. The prospects of what could happen were just too great to consider! Whatever name he would gain would be short lived.

The boy laughed, placing his cup down, "Oh, no, I get plenty of action at school, thank you. But you do have to expect that some students without quirks will want to join at some point, regardless of how insane that would be."

The principal of the school nodded, taking a sip from his tea, "We do have some expectations of that, and we can see how far they can go. However, there is a concern for many heroes and teachers alike; we must consider at which point they become a liability to their allies. If that time comes, we would have to deal with it like we would any other student." The principle took another drink before returning his attention to the host, "Does that satisfy your answer?"

The boy nodded, folding one hand over the other, "Yes, I believe it does." He leaned forward, smiling, "It seems that even when facing adversity like that, you've managed to maintain a level of respect toward the student by maintaining the same standard for them as the rest."

"We value all of our students the same, after all. Otherwise, the system may become a bit anarchic." The furry guest responded.

"Wait, hold on," Hawks interjected, placing one arm over the back of the couch, "So, why are we here so early then? Didn't you invite us here for a reason?"

The boy nodded, "Yes, I did. It seems an old friend of mine from the police department wants to meet you guys."

Hawks mused, "It probably has something to do with that vigilante, huh?"

The boy shrugged, taking a drink of tea, "He didn't say too much about it. He just said he wanted to meet you guys here, so he'll be coming by later to discuss things with you."

"Why not meet him on the Police Department building?" The teacher asked, obviously annoyed.

The boy just stared at him before sighing, "You haven't been to Gotham before, have you?"

Japan

Smoke filled the air and fires ran rampant as the heroes on the scene attempted to settle down the situation. Backdraft, a hero who was dressed in an outfit which resembled a firefighter and whose quirk was labelled as 'Fire Hose,' was busy trying to take out the fires, blasting the flames with its mortal enemy, water. Kamui Woods, donning his blue cloth and tree bark-based costume was helping him by getting people inside the buildings get out of harm's way and to a safe place using his quirk, 'Arbor.' The rest of the heroes were working crowd control.

In the crowd, a boy with green hair stared at the scene with a stone in his throat could only stare in horror. Usually, he would be staring at the scene, eyes sparkling and in awe as the Pro Heroes showed off their abilities and saved the day.

Except they weren't saving the day. There was one other situation taking place in front of them all, a man with a quirk that turned him into a sludge monster laughed as he held another person in his grasp. A boy with the same middle school outfit that the green-haired boy wore with blonde hair and red eyes. That boy was Katsuki Bakugo, the green-haired boy's childhood friend. Currently, he was being choked by the sludge man and was on the verge of death.

In that moment, it wasn't a conscious decision that was made, there wasn't a plan in place to do anything. But the boy moved forward, even knowing he was severely outmatched. Fully knowing that he may die like he did to this villain earlier that day.

As he sprinted forward, he pulled his backpack off his shoulders, throwing it at the villain with all his strength. In a moment of pure luck, the bag hit the sludge villain in the eye, causing him to cry out in pain and loosen his grip on the blonde. This allowed the other boy to reach the villain, and he began to claw at him, trying to free his old friend as best he could!

"Deku, what the hell are you doing here?!" The blonde screamed, his mouth now unobstructed.

With an excessive amount of tears rolling down his face, the green-haired boy smiled at the hostage, "You just looked like you were asking for help!"

The boy continued to claw but was eventually grabbed by the villain once again as he had been caught the day before. The sludge forced its way into his mouth and the criminal finally recovered.

"Agh, I'm gonna kill you this time kid! All Might ain't here to stop me either!" The villain cackled.

"All Might may not be here," A girl's voice rang out. In a moment, the villain began to cry out in pain again and released the boys completely. Deku turned around, meeting the face of his savior. It was a girl with long, black hair and a beautiful face with a golden tiara atop her forehead. Over her torso was armor which resembled an eagle on the edge of her top made of gold. Below that was red armor, which covered everything from her chest to her hips. Below that was a blue skirt made of metal as well. Her shoes were the same red as the torso and made of a similar kind of metal. Upon her wrists was silver gauntlets which reflected the orange sunset overhead. On her hip was a golden and glowing rope while in her hands was a sword. Said sword was golden and had just cut the villain's left eye in half!

The girl finished her retort, "But I hope you will settle with me."

She pulled back her sword, sheathing it and pulling the rope out. She threw the rope up and into the air, then once the string tensed up, she pulled downwards. Within a few seconds, a water tower came rushing down and smashed into the sludge villain. As it fell, the girl rushed forward and grabbed both Bakugo and Deku, bringing them out of harm's way and incapacitating the sludge villain.

The green-haired boy was in awe as he turned to the girl, who had a smile on her face. She turned to the boy, "That was brave of you, I commend your courage."

"W-who are you?"

"I am Diana, Princess of Themyscira!" She let the boys go, standing straight, "What of you?"

"I… Izuku Midoriya!"