Dis Lexics vault of Secrets

Ideas, plot bunnys that won't let go, possible future stories. feel free to pick up the stories if you like them.

And here we go with another Vault entry. This time the idea has little to do with Harry Potter and is another OC story. It is however an answer to a challenge I've done in the past, DarkLord98s challenge on his profile, rules below:

Challenge: A guy from the real world thrown into DC universe starting from The Batman 2004 and continues from there to to either: teen titans cartoon or young justice

Rules:

Rule 1: the guy must be in the age between 14-19. If you start from 14, he must be 19 if you go to young justice or the teen titans time line from the batman 2004

Rule 2: No yaoi(Gay), Yuri(lesbian) or bi. I don't have any problem with any of the mentioned sexuality, but i don't want to read or write stories like that.

Rule 3: The character which you throw from the real world can have a power from a show of your choice, but it can't be overpowered or from the DC universe itself.

Rule 4: You can choose will your character be a hero, anti- hero, anti- villain or villain.

Rule 5: the major events must be allowed to happen but, the character is allowed to twist a little bit.

Rule 6: regarding the rule 3, you cannot give the character these following powers/skills: Rinnegan, Sharingan, Byakugan or Death Note.

Rule 7: if you are going to do a pairing, the age difference between the characters involved must be 2 years or less. And make the pairings and relation ships realistic, not something like this, a new guy just meets the teen titans and Raven is already devoted to helping the guy. and the if you do give the character a power that passes on genetically he is allowed to have the maximum of 3 girlfriends. no more.

This time though, the protagonist won't have fiery phoenix powers, instead its something a little more...Spectacular. Enjoy

A Spectacular New Hero

Time for a quick lesson in Caveman 101. Fire hot, ow! And now for another obvious statement. Dieing sucks. Trust me, I know both of them first hand since I was burnt to death, flash fried in a fireball that quite literally came from nowhere. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the fire to kill me since, for the few seconds I was burning alive, it REALLY FUCKING HURT!

What I wasn't expecting was to wake up. When I next opened my eyes, it was to find myself standing in a perfectly circular chamber with a large number of mirrors and screens of various shapes and sizes covering the walls, each showing a different scene. In the center of the chamber was a swivel chair surrounded by keyboards and control panels, each of which was connected to an arm that allowed it to be moved.

Lounging in the chair, fast asleep with a string of drool leaking from his mouth was a man with short, brown hair that looked like it hadn't seen a brush in weeks, a five day beard, pale skin and a pair of square, black framed glasses that had fallen crooked. He was wearing tired looking jeans and a tatty shirt that had once been white, but had long since turned grey from to many washings.

I hesitated for a moment, before deciding that there was no point in standing around all day, so I walked over to the sleeping man and gently shook his shoulder. He snorted and tried to roll over, only to fall of his chair with a crash, before shooting to his feet with his glasses on upside down.

"I'm up, I'm up!" he shouted, "I wasn't sleeping on the job, honest!"

His accent placed his nationality as british and his awakening showed his eyes to be green.

"Wait, you're not the boss," said the man as he spotted me, "How did you get here?"

"Thats a very good question," I said, "Last thing I remember is burning to death."

The young man raised an eyebrow and turned in his chair to face his many control panels, bringing up a file on screen with my face on it.

"Hmm, lets see, Richard Parker, age 14, species human, scheduled to come up here never. Huh, interesting."

He turned to me.

"This is you isn't it?"

I nodded.

"Why is species on there?"

"Their are more things between heaven and hell than appear in dreams of men," said the young man, "I watch over a lot of worlds and many different species so its kinda necessary."

"What do you mean?" I asked, "Who are you anyway?"

The man looked up.

"Oh, sorry," he said, "I should have introduced myself. I'm Dis Lexic, an Overseer of the Multiverse. Its my job to keep this segment of Creation working and making sure that any issues are dealt with before they get big enough for the man upstairs to get involved."

"So what, your an Angel or something?" I asked.

"Not exactly," said Dis, "I'm more like a technician. The Angels are the Almighties strong right arm, his police force if you will."

"Right," I said, not quite sure what to make of the explanation, "So why am I here exactly?"

"Because you died before your allotted time," said Dis, "It happens occasionally and always makes a total mess of things."

"Why?"

"Because the Souls can only go to heaven or hell after their allotted time has past," said Dis, "You were supposed to live for another 90 years and die of a heart attack during a battle between Xcom and the invaders."

"Wait, what?"

"Yep, eaten by a Chryssalid according to this."

"Huh," I said, not sure what to make of that little tidbit, "So what now? Are you going to send me back?"

"Your body in your old dimension was nearly completely destroyed," said Dis, "Besides, time passes differently here and you've already been buried. You can't move on and you can't go back to your old dimension, the only thing I can do is shift you sideways."

"Sideways?"

"Into a different dimension," explained Dis, "It'll be one you recognize and I expect you won't end up being entirely normal."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, when Souls get transfered, they have a tendency of getting scrambled," said Dis, "I have no idea how, but they often end up becoming exceptional in one way or another, often gaining some sort of ability in the process."

I raised an eyebrow but decided not to comment.

"Soo, where am I going?"

"Pick a door," said Dis, indicating to a pair of identical doors that hadn't been there before.

"Where do they lead?" I asked.

"Your new home," said the Overseer, "Not even I know where they lead. Don't worry, though, I've already taken steps to make sure you don't get consumed by whatever power you gain. You'll start again with a clean slate, new memories and a new life."

I paused, my hand inches from one of the door handles.

"I won't remember my past?"

Dis shook his head.

"You will," he said, But those memories will be overtaken by new ones and suppressed. They'll be there, but they won't be important. Its how we prevent those we have to shift from getting homesick."

I swallowed and turned back to the door.

"Alright, you can do this," I muttered and opened the door.

My eyes snapped open as I sat bolt upright, gasping for breath. Had that been a dream? I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It...looked like my room, but there was something off about it. Then, I realized what it was. My house was on a privet drive without streetlamps and yet the room was partly lit by the orange glow of a street light from outside the window. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the window, shoving the blinds open to reveal…

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" I gasped.

The excellent view over green fields and the small town I lived in was gone, replaced by towering skyscrapers, gothic architecture and a rusted looking rail system. Across the street from my building was a police station with the words GOTHAM PD splashed proudly over the door. I quickly shut the curtains and sat down on the window cill in shock.

"OK, not a dream and I'm in Gotham," I muttered, "Now, lets see if theres any indication as to why the hell I'm here."

I pushed off the cill, intending to go search my new home. However, my fingers seemed to be stuck to the curtain and I nearly pulled it off the wall before I got my hand free.

"What the…" I muttered, looking down at my hand.

There didn't seem to be anything there, but my fingers were tingling strangely.

"Odd," I muttered, "Wonder if thats what Dis was talking about."

Deciding to put that thought off for now, I left my bedroom and started to explore my new home. It was a decent sized apartment, with a mid sized living room, a small, fully stocked kitchen and a nice bathroom. The living room came equipped with a rather impressive entertainment system which included an Xbox, PS4, a massive TV and a huge stack of games for both consoles. I nearly drooled at the sight of it all. However, the thing that most drew my attention was the white envelope sat on the coffee table. I sat down and began to read.

Dear Rich,

I hope you like the place cus its the best you're getting. Now, before I leave you to make your own way in the world, their are a few things you should know. As you've probably guessed, I took the liberty of creating you an identity in this world so you're not just floundering. All the details are in the file on your bedside table, so make sure you read up on it.

There aren't really any limitations on what you can do with yourself now you're there, with only two exceptions. One, you cannot tell anyone you're from another world and two, you can't tell anyone what you know about the future. Both are sealed away behind barriers to keep you from accidentally telling or a telepath from pulling the information from your mind.

You have been enrolled at Gotham High, which you will be starting on Monday, so make sure you go. You are only 14 after all and you need to attend school and get a degree. The money we provided will not last forever and, after this, you're on your own.

Finally, since I have no doubt you'll end up using those powers of yours for something, I have provided a little something to help you. Its in your cupboard.

I think thats everything, have a good life! Oh, and remember, with Great Power comes great responsibility.

From,

Dis.

I raised an eyebrow at that. I had no idea what new powers he meant since the only thing I'd seen that indicated such was the curtains sticking to my hands. I got to my feet and headed back into my room. Maybe my new costume would give me some clues. I opened my cupboard and pulled out the bag that hadn't been in there before, putting it on my bed and unzipping it.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed, going wide eyed as I saw what was inside.

A very familiar red and blue suit that had no business in the DC world lay on the bed. Well, at least that explained why the curtain stuck to my hand. Seriously though, Spiderman? As if Gotham doesn't have enough crazy costumed loons running around. I just hope none of Spideys baddies decide to show up. Still, I have to admit that the idea of swinging through the city sounds like a lot of fun.

"Heh, can't wait!" I said, pointing my hand at the ceiling in the classic pose.

I wasn't expecting a strand of webbing to shoot out and attach me to the ceiling.

"Right, built in spinnerets," I muttered as I broke the thread, "Got it."

I glanced back down at the suit. Eh, why not? I quickly changed into it, before stepping in front of the mirror with the mask in hand. It fit perfectly, conforming to my body like a second skin while still allowing me full range of motion. I quickly ran my hand through my shaggy, black hair and slipped the mask on. Yep, totally Spiderman. Now, lets go introduce Gotham to its new friendly neighborhood hero!

And done. So, this kid is younger, snarkyer and spidery...er. Er, that doesn't sound right. Anyway, I might replace RotP with this since the characters I'd add would fit better into the DC world.

Other than that, I have nothing to say so I'm gonna sign off. Please leave a review!