Outsider Chronicles: A Great Magician

Getting reborn into a world of superheros is annoying. Getting reborn as a powerless protagonist is even worse. Well, I thought I was powerless at least. This could be either really good or really, really bad.

Yeah, shouldn't be starting this but I don't give a damn. My Hero Academia is awesome and I can't resist. Don't worry, this won't suddenly out that the Protagonist is Harry again. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

When I found out I had been reincarnated, I had mixed feelings. On one hand, I wasn't dead, so that was nice, but one the other hand, I was a baby again and there's a bloody good reason that you don't remember that! Still, there was one good thing that came of my new life. The world I had been reborn into is FUCKING AMAZING, if a little dangerous. After all, with people with powers running around, its only natural to be worried. So, which fucked up world full of Supers have I been reincarnated into you ask? Marval? DC? Nope, try My Hero Academia. This is gonna be so fun!

Or maybe not. As it turns out, I'm apparently rather unlucky. Why? Well, I've been reborn as Izuku Midoriya, the Quirkless protagonist of the story. Now, I wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. Why? Well, I'm not anything like Midoriya, so the chances of me impressing Almight was much lower. Besides, I don't have anywhere near as hero crazy as my canon counterpart. On the other hand, without me, Almight would have to look elsewhere for a successor and countless other events would go down differently.

The problem is, while I might be lacking a Quirk, I wasn't lacking a moral compass and my future knowledge certainly didn't help. I spent a good deal of my childhood thinking about whether or not I could reasonably just turn my back on the world and live a normal life knowing what I did. Unfortunately for me, the conclusion I came to was a big fat no. Thats why, in the doctor's office, when told I'd never get a Quirk, I didn't just sit there frozen.

"So what?" I said.

"Hmm? What do you mean kid?" asked the Doctor, an elderly man with slicked back hair, scarred hands and a goatee.

"I mean that I won't let the fact I don't have a Quirk stop me," I said, "There are plenty of Pros who's Quirks aren't that useful in battle yet they manage just fine. With enough training and innovation, anyone can be a hero! I won't let the fact I don't have a power stop me, not now, not ever!"

By this point I was on my feet and both Mum and the Doctor were staring at me in surprise. Mum looked like she couldn't quite believe what I was saying, but the Doctor had a slight gleam in his eyes.

After that day, I started working towards achieving my goals. Oh don't get me wrong, I was under no delusions that I would be able to face off against any of the really powerful Villains or become like Saitama, but I could at least become strong enough to do something and learn enough skills to be able to do more than simply kick arse and take names. I learnt all I could about...well, everything, from fighting to medical to technology and even hacking, although I kept that particular part of my skillset on the downlow.

I continued to work towards my objective, ignoring everyones depredation of my ideals and determination. I quickly proved that picking a fight with me was a supremely bad idea however after Bakugou tried it and I ended up tossing him into the canal.

Of course, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. Considering how much effort I was putting into my training, it was small wonder that I ended up in the hospital a couple of times, much to the concern and ire of my mother and Doctor.

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself Izuku?" asked said Doctor as he finished resetting my dislocated shoulder.

"Because I have to," I said.

"What do you mean?" asked the Doctor.

I hesitated for a moment before replying.

"Doctor, if you knew something terrible was coming, wouldn't you do everything in your power to stop it?" I asked.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, do you know something?" he asked.

"I...no, not really, just a feeling," I said.

"Hmm, so, you want to be a hero to stop this bad feeling?" asked the Doctor, "And thats why you're pushing yourself so hard?"

"Pretty much," I said.

"Hmm."

The Doctor leant on his desk and fixed me with a piercing look. After a moment, he leant back and sighed.

"Well, I suppose that there isn't anything I can do to convince you not to train, but do be careful," he said, "You are still young, you could do serious damage to yourself if you're not careful."

I nodded and stood.

"I know, I'll try to be more careful," I said, "Thanks again Doc."

I left the room. As I headed down the hall towards the exit, I nearly walked into a man in a tailcoat and top hat coming the other way.

"Oh, sorry," I said, stepping to the side.

"Not a problem my boy," he said in an italian accent, tipping his hat to me, "Have a good day."

"Err, sure," I said as the man swept past me.

A couple of days later, I was finishing my morning workout in my room when Mum knocked and opened the door slightly.

"Izuku? Theres someone here to see you," she said.

I blinked.

"Really? Who?" I asked.

I didn't really have any friends who'd drop by out of the blue.

"He just said there was something he needed to speak with you about," said Mum, "Apparently Doctor Kimyō asked him to come."

I frowned. Why would my Doctor send someone to see me? As far as I know, theres nothing wrong with me, other than a rather insane training regime.

"Alright, I'll be right there," I said.

Mum nodded and left. A few minutes later, I was dressed and walked into the living room to find Mum talking with our visitor. He was a middle aged gentleman with green eyes, thinning black hair with gray at the temples and a thin, black mustache. He was wearing a formal looking suit that made him look like a stage magician, completed by the top hat sitting on the coffee table and the silver headed cane leaning against the sofa beside him. He was also the same man I'd nearly walked into in the Hospital the other day.

"Ah, hello Izuku Midoriya, its nice to finally meet you," said the man upon seeing me, getting to his feet, "My name is Giovanni Zatara."

"Um, hi," I said, shaking the mans hand, "Mum said you wanted to talk with me?"

"Ah yes," said Zatara, picking up his hat, "But before that, would you mind taking this?"

He pulled a crystal out of his hat and held it out to me. I raised an eyebrow, but did as I was told.

"Rewop sih su wohs," said Zatara and tapped the crystal.

Instantly, the crystal lit up with a brilliant, golden light and a pure, bell like sound, before shattering into dust.

"Good lord!" gasped Zatara, "I've never seen a reaction like that before!"

"What was that?!" spluttered Mum, eyes wide in shock and awe.

"That was young Izuku's power," said Zatara, "When Stephen told me he'd found a potential student, I never believed that he'd have such power!"

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I dusted off my hands.

"Please, sit down and I shall explain," said Zatara.

I ignored the indignity of being told to sit down in my own home and sat next to Mum as Zatara retook his seat.

"Despite the commonly held belief, Humans with powers are not a new thing," said Zatara, "In truth, there have always been those with powers, going right back to the beginning. Some of these powers come from Mutations, others from breeding with extra-dimensional creatures and others come from creating deals with the same beings, usually with...unpleasant results. This power has been known by many names, but the most commonly used name is Magic. Anyone can use this power, with enough training or the right artifacts, but there are those who are naturally disposed to the Mystic Arts. These people are rare, nearly extinct, but occasionally, the ancient blood of the Homo Magi pops up again."

He paused and glanced at me.

"That crystal was a Magical artifact that reacts to the presence of Homo Magi," he said, "Stephan told me that you may have the ability, but I had to be sure."

"So basically, what you're telling us is that I'm not as powerless as we thought?" I asked as I tried to reduce the sudden pounding in my head.

My Hero Academia was one thing, but I had just realized why I recognized his name. Giovanni Zatara, the father of Zatanna Zatara, a member of the Justice League from DC comics. Plus, unless I was very much mistaken, the Stephan he was talking about was Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, who was probably my Doctor. Kimyō was Japanese for Strange after all.

"You will need training, but yes," said Zatara, "I don't entirely approve of using Magic to work as a Hero, but Stephan believes that you are worthy of teaching and, considering what he told me about you, I believe him. Not only that, but your potential is enormous. You may well be able to surpass even the Sorcerer Supreme."

"Is that good?" asked Mum, who looked a tad out of her depth.

Zatara smiled.

"Oh yes, very good," he said, "The Sorcerer Supreme is to us Magi what Almight is to Heros, the Greatest among us."

"Something tells me I've got a long way to go before I get that far," I muttered.

"Considering Magic is more knowledge than physical strength, thats a definate yes," said Zatara, "So, I assume that you wish to be taught?"

I nodded eagerly. As eager as I was to prove I could be a Hero without a Quirk, the idea of learning Magic was just too damned tempting to pass up. I turned to Mum.

"Can I learn?" I asked.

Mym glanced between me and Zatara and sighed.

"Would it matter if I said no?" she asked.

"Probably not," I said, "But I'd rather not go against you."

Mum sighed again and smiled.

"Of course you can Izuku," she said, "Anything so I don't have to keep taking you to the hospital because you've been training to hard."

I grinned brightly and hugged Mum.

"Thanks Mum," I said.

I released her and turned back to Zatara.

"When do we start?"

Zatara smiled and stood.

"Right now," he said.

And thus my training in the Mystic Arts began.

The first thing Zatara did was introduce me to his Daughter, Zatanna. She was my age and looked exactly as I was expecting, long, black hair, bright blue eyes and already showing signs of growing into a real bombshell, despite only being 10 years old. It didn't take long for us to become firm friends and sparring partners, both in Magic and hand-to-hand. Plus, she served as my teacher for the non-magical aspects of Magic. What are those? Well, that would be escape artistry, card, rope and ring tricks and just about everything that any normal stage Magician should know. Why? Well, Zatara, just like his DC counterpart, made his living as a stage Magician and he had decided that, if he was going to take me as an apprentice, he might as well do it right. As such, I ended up getting lassoed into being his stage hand alongside Zatanna on more than one occasion.

Other than mundane magic tricks, I also got to learn the backwards spellcasting both Zatara's used, along with access to a large library of books on Magic. Considering that, my work ethic and natural talent, I quickly caught up with Zatanna, who had been learning for a lot longer than I had, and became good enough to hold my own against Zatara...for about a minute before he broke through my guard and turned me into a rabbit. No joke, I once spent an entire evening serving as Zatara's rabbit in a show after I annoyed him one too many times. That had been humiliating.

Anyway, after nearly five years of learning magic and going to school, it was nearly time. Just ten months remained until the start of the new year at UA and when I'd be shooting for the top spot.

"Well, I'd ask you to hand in your career sheets, but theres really no point," said the Teacher, "You all want to be Heroes, don't you!"

The class cheered and started showing off their Quirks, ranging from stretchy fingers to being able to pull their own eyes out. I on the other hand simply continued to shuffle the deck of cards I was playing with with an impressive display of dexterity and sighed in boredom.

"Yes yes, very impressive, but using your Quirks during school time is against the rules," said the Teacher, "And put those cards away Midoriya, you can show off your card tricks later."

I harrumphed, but flicked the cards back into their pack and vanished them up my sleeve.

"HEY SENSEI, DON'T LUMP ME IN WITH THESE USELESS MORONS!" shouted Bakugou, getting growls and glares from the rest of the class, "You can't compare those weak ass Quirks with mine! I'm gonna get into UA and become the best damned Hero on the planet, beating that loser Almight, no problem!"

A low murmur of conversation started up at that, many believing that Bakugou could actually do it.

"Oh, thats right, Midoriya wants to go to UA too," said the Teacher.

The classroom froze and all eyes turned on me.

"What?" I asked.

I kicked my chair back as Bakugou suddenly spun around and slammed his fist into my desk with a massive explosion.

"EAT SHIT DEKU!" he roared, "THERES NO WAY A WEAK ASS QUIRKLESS LOSER LIKE YOU COULD GET INTO UA!"

"According to whom?" I asked from where I was balanced on the back of my chair with one hand, "I'm a better fighter than you are Kacchan, I'm faster, have better grades and don't have ten years worth of bullying on my permanent record. Oh, and I can do this."

I flicked my wrist and a card shot out, zipping past Bakugou's face and embedding itself in the blackboard. Bakugou's eyes widened in surprise as a few strands of hair floated to the ground and a thin cut opened in his cheek.

"H-how did you do that?!" he demanded, doing his best to hide the fact his voice was quivering slightly.

"Oh Kacchan, don't you know that a Magician never reveals his secrets?" I said with a grin.

"Alright you two, thats enough!" snapped the Teacher as he pulled my card out of the board, "And Midoriya, I'd like very much to know why you have brought deadly weapons into school?"

"What deadly weapons?" I asked innocently, "Its just a playing card."

The Teacher raised an eyebrow and tested the edge, only to find that the card was a perfectly normal playing card.

"How did…"

I grinned and gave a sweeping bow, sending playing cards scattering everywhere.

"Like I said, a good Magician never reveals his secrets," I said, straightening back up and putting on the top had that I'd summoned behind my back, "And I...am a great Magician!"

Unfortunately, my grandstanding was interrupted by a deluge of water from my hat, followed by a note.

Quit showing off, idiot!

My eye twitched.

"I knew I shouldn't have left my hat where Zatanna could find it," I muttered as my classmates cracked up.

And done. So, already off to a flying start for this Midoriya. He may be Quirkless, but considering how powerful Zatanna can be, I highly doubt that'll be a problem.

Just to be perfectly clear, the extent of the crossovers with DC and Marvel will be characters and maybe some plotlines. Oh, and some Villains from the Magic side. This is NOT set in either of their worlds, as should be obvious as Stephen Strange is the Sorcerer Supreme and friends with Zatara.

Speaking of Zatara, what do you lot think I should do with Zatanna? Should she be Midoriya's friend on the side or should she get into UA too? Then again, having two Magicians at UA may be a recipe for disaster...

This Midoriya is nothing like his canon self. For starters, hes confident, powerful and generally treats the job like a show. His tricks are a combination of slight of hand and actual magic.

And with that, I'm done. Don't forget to leave a review on the way out!