New Arcadia Ver 2 Chapter 2, a Misc. Comics + RWBY Crossover fanfic

Chapter 2

(Earth 0)

New Arcadia had appeared in a bay in Metropolis. Jaune was looking out to see everything. Hippolyta was standing next to him. They were getting ready to get some supplies for the shops. They were writing out what they needed, and Jaune had sent trucks out to get what they needed.

"Well, there go the trucks." Said Jaune.

"Yep, so what now?" Asked Nimueh.

"Now, we just sit back and enjoy ourselves." They watched as the Amazons had fun and finally relaxed. Just then, someone tackled Jaune down the beach. It was a man in a blue suit, with a red cape and boots, and a red 'S' on his chest. Jaune was blocking every hit, then he flipped him off and slid his face into the sand.

Then he started to fight back; it was like two bulls going at it. Nimueh went to help him when she was attacked by a woman in golden armor. She had black, shoulder-length hair and blue eyes. She tripped her up, flipped her, and slammed her heel into her chest, disarming her, and then kneed her in the face, knocking her out.

Just then, smoke bombs dropped and surrounded her. 'So, someone thinks they have tactics.' She thought she was about to be attacked; she grabbed his arm, flipped him over her shoulder, punched him in the chest, and stomped his face. He got back up and swung at her, but she grabbed his arm and broke it.

"So, you think you can beat me?" She said.

"I don't know who you are, but you will return Queen Hippolyta!" He said he was in a black bodysuit, gloves, and boots. He had a black cowl, making him look like a bat with a bat symbol on his chest.

"So, do you know the entire story?"

"You and your husband kidnapped Queen Hippolyta and an Amazon." Nimueh punched him across the face.

"Wrong! They came upon our island and tried to claim it! Yes, I slayed one of them!" He covered his fists with knuckles and tried to punch her. But her hand turned into a blade and started to slash at him, cutting his suit. He went down in pain. "Just rest. Jaune will be back," he glared at her. "He is a healer." Just then Jaune came back, dragging his opponent with him. Nimueh's opponent was in shock; the 'Trinity' was defeated.

"Want me to get them?" He asked, and Nimueh nodded. So Jaune left to get Hippolyta and Nubia. They had seen the three.

"Diana and the Kryptonian?" Hippolyta said.

"Yeah," said Jaune.

"Very impressive." Jaune blushed at her praise.

"Thank you, your highness."

"Why did you kidnap the Queen?" Said Nimueh's opponent.

"They trespassed on our island." Said Jaune. "She was the one who surrendered to us."

"My Amazons would have started a war and…" Just then some heroes had flown down to attack Jaune and Nimueh. Jaune was fighting a young man in a black bodysuit with a blue bird on his chest. He was wielding twin escrima sticks that were channeling electricity. Jaune somehow absorbed his energy and punched him in the chest, sending him flying.

Next came a young woman in a white and red bodysuit, boots, gloves, and a red cape held on to her with a gold rope. She was firing lasers from her eyes, and Jaune dodged them. Hippolyta was trying to stop it. Jaune bounced off the ground and tackled her to the beach, taking her down.

Lastly, he was being shot at, and Jaune dodged him. He grabbed his arm and disarmed him. He ran right at Jaune, and Jaune hit a 'Frankenstiener' on him, knocking him out. "Three more down." The first one slowly started to get up.

"Ow," he said. "I feel like I went ten rounds with Bane." He said Jaune went over to heal him. "Uh, thanks." Then the woman started to sit up.

"What happened?" She said she was healed. Lastly, I was the last one to slowly sit up.

"Damnit!" He said, and was healed. They looked over to see who defeated them. Jaune waved at them. Then they saw Queen Hippolyta with her hands on her hips. Jaune went over to heal the Trinity.

The first one was the woman. She slowly started to come to. "Great Hera! What happened?" She asked, just then Hippolyta spoke up.

"Diana," she said.

"Mother?" Diana said.

"So, while I appreciate your loyalty to me, I was not kidnapped!" Then the Kryptonian spoke up.

"You weren't?"

"No, Kal-El."

"Then what happened?" Asked the 'bat' man.

"My Amazons had invaded this beautiful place, as I was going to say."

"Why are you here then?" Said Diana.

"I surrendered myself and Nubia so as not to start anything."

"We would have only asked you to leave." Said Nimueh, "We didn't want any trouble."

"Well, I also wanted a vacation." She smirked. Just then, an Ankh had appeared and out stepped a man in a blue and gold, with a gold cape and helmet. Nimueh just smirked.

"Well, if it isn't Nabu," she said. He also came with a young woman with long black hair, blue eyes, and dressed in a bodice that looks like a tuxedo, fishnets, heels, gloves, a two-tailed coat, and a top hat. "Oh, and little 'Zatti' as well." She glared at her for the nickname.

"Nimueh: the sword of destruction." He said, shocking almost everyone.

"I knew she looked familiar." Said Hippolyta, everyone else looked at her.

"Why did you not say anything, Mother?" Said Diana.

"I wanted to make sure."

"What are you doing here?" Said Nabu, but before anyone said anything, Jaune spoke up.

"How about we go to my manor, and we'll talk there?" He said. They agreed, and with Nabu's help, they teleported to the living room of his manor.

(Arc Manor)

"Okay, now that we are here," he said. "We can discuss things."

"I was in a cave in my true form. Jaune found and touched me. By accident."

"You were awoken by accident?" Said 'Zatti'.

"Yes, I haven't taken control of him. Nor he of me."

"You Attacked Me!" Said the 'bat' man.

"Because," said Jaune. "You Attacked First! What Did You Expect Her To Do, Stand There And Let You Beat On Her?"

"Jaune, calm down." Said Hippolyta.

"No, I'm sick and tired of innocents getting attacked and then getting blamed for being attacked!" Then he glared at Nabu, "and now you want her sealed? Who The Hell Are You To Decide That? Your Friends Came To Our Island To Attack Us Over Some Dumb Misunderstanding, And Now YOU Want To Seal Her Up! YOU Just Became MY Problem!" Zatti stood to stop Jaune.

"Let's just calm down." She said, "We didn't know. We only came because we felt Nimueh awake."

"And The Other Six?" They look at the heroes. Who now looked humbled well sort of. The 'bat' man was glaring at Jaune. "Of course the 'bat' doesn't think he did anything wrong. All about justice huh? Guilty until proven innocent right? I'd bet you're some eccentric billionaire that cosplays to be a hero. You do realize we can sue you for assault right?" Jaune was on a roll, "but he was only trying to rescue a kidnap victim. Who Wasn't Kidnapped!" Nimueh stood up.

"Okay, go out to the balcony and take a breather. Until I call for you." She said as she held him. Jaune glared back at the 'bat' and stormed off.

"We might have pushed a button." Said the blonde Kryptonian.

"I concur Kara, Bruce your way is not always correct." Said Nabu.

"Jaune just had everything piled on him. He was expelled from his academy over a bully, he was attacked by monsters and gangs. The only good thing he found was this island and me. He's afraid he's disowned by his clan and now he has to deal with a cosplayer that has to be seen doing something just so he can look good for his FUTURE MOTHER IN LAW!" Now the 'bat' had started to feel ashamed.

"How do you know this Nimueh?" Asked Diana.

"When she gets bonded to a wielder, she feels and experiences his emotions." She nodded at Nabu.

"And Jaune is screaming them out." Just then they heard a loud scream. "And that's him in emotional pain." She shed a tear.

The air in Arc Manor crackled with tension, heavy enough to suffocate. Jaune's outburst had left a raw, exposed nerve dangling in the room. The heroes, used to being revered and unquestioned, shifted uncomfortably. Bruce Wayne, the 'bat' man, noticeably averted his gaze.

Outside on the balcony, Jaune leaned against the railing, the cool wind a stark contrast to the burning anger still simmering within him. He clenched his fists, the knuckles white. The city lights glittered below, a vast expanse of potential he now felt obligated to protect, not just from abstract threats, but from the very people claiming to be its guardians.

"Damn it all," he muttered, kicking a stray pebble off the edge. "Why does everything have to be a fight?"

Back in the living room, Nimueh watched the door Jaune had stormed through, her face etched with concern. "He's more than just a wielder to me," she admitted quietly. "He's... a friend. Someone who saw past the sword, past the legend, and saw me."

"We clearly misjudged the situation," Diana said, her voice softening. "We acted rashly, based on incomplete information. For that, I apologize." She directed the apology to both Nimueh and Hippolyta.

"Apologies are a start," Hippolyta said, her regal presence commanding attention. "But understanding is what truly matters. You see Jaune as a newcomer, an outsider. But he is the protector of this island, and by extension, its people. Attacking him is attacking us."

Nabu, silent until now, stepped forward. "The conflict between order and chaos is a constant struggle. Nimueh's power is tied to chaos, that much is undeniable. But true chaos is not inherently evil. It is the potential for change, for growth. Imprisoning her would be a drastic measure, one that could have unforeseen consequences."

Zatanna, who had been watching the proceedings with a thoughtful expression, spoke up. "Perhaps there's a middle ground. We can work together. Understand Nimueh's power, Jaune's connection to it. We can help him learn to control it, not try to suppress it."

Bruce Wayne finally looked up, his face unreadable. "Jaune has a point. We acted aggressively, and without all the facts. My methods... can be flawed." He paused, a rare hint of vulnerability flickering in his eyes. "I owe him an apology. And I'll make sure this... misunderstanding is cleared up publicly."

Another scream pierced the air, even more anguished than before. Nimueh gasped, clutching her chest. "He's reliving something," she whispered, her voice laced with pain. "Something terrible."

Without a word, she moved towards the balcony door. "I need to be with him," she said, glancing back at the assembled heroes. "He needs me."

As Nimueh stepped onto the balcony, she found Jaune hunched over the railing, trembling. The city lights blurred through his tears.

"Jaune," she said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He flinched, then turned, his eyes wide with a pain that went far beyond a simple argument. "It's... it's all my fault," he choked out. "They were counting on me. And I failed."

Nimueh didn't press him. She simply wrapped her arms around him, letting him lean on her for support. As she held him, the images flooded her mind: a burning academy, desperate cries for help, a betrayal by someone he trusted. The pain was almost unbearable.

"It's not your fault," she murmured, stroking his hair. "You did everything you could. Sometimes, that's all anyone can ask."

She pulled back slightly, looking him in the eyes. "You are not alone, Jaune Arc. You have friends here. You have me."

He looked at her, his expression slowly shifting from despair to a flicker of hope. "Thank you," he whispered.

The city lights seemed a little brighter now, a little less daunting. The weight on his shoulders hadn't disappeared entirely, but it felt a little lighter, a little more bearable. He had found a home, a purpose, and a friend in the most unexpected of places. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough to face whatever the future held. The battle for Arcadia had just begun, and Jaune knew that he would face it, not alone, but with Nimueh by his side. They would make sure Arcadia would be more than just a place. It would be a home.

Inside, the assembled heroes grappled with the fallout of their actions. Diana, Wonder Woman, addressed the room, her voice tinged with genuine remorse. "We were quick to judge, swayed by fear and incomplete knowledge. Hippolyta is right, our attack on Jaune was an attack on Arcadia itself."

"Indeed," Hippolyta affirmed, her Amazonian gaze unwavering. "You saw a threat, a potential danger, but failed to see the protector, the champion of this island. Jaune is not some pawn to be manipulated, but a force to be reckoned with, and a friend to those who deserve it."

Nabu, the Lord of Order, spoke, his voice resonating with ancient power. "Order and Chaos are two sides of the same coin. To suppress one entirely is to destabilize the other. Imprisoning Nimueh would be a blunt instrument, potentially causing more harm than good."

Zatanna stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with newfound determination. "We need to change our approach. Instead of trying to control Nimueh's magic, we can help Jaune understand and harness it. We can guide him, not dictate to him."

Bruce Wayne finally broke his silence, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Jaune's reaction... it was justified. My methods rely on certainty, on control. But sometimes, control is an illusion. Fear clouded my judgment. I was wrong." He paused, a flicker of regret crossing his features. "I will issue a statement, publicly retracting our accusations and pledging our support to Jaune and Arcadia."

Suddenly, a wave of raw, agonizing pain ripped through Nimueh, causing her to double over. She gasped, her eyes wide with shared suffering. "He's...he's blaming himself," she choked out, her voice strained. "The weight of Beacon...he feels responsible for everything."

Jaune, hearing her strained voice, pulled back from the embrace, concern etched on his face. "Nimueh, are you alright?"

"I'm alright, Jaune. But you…you need to forgive yourself. What happened at Beacon wasn't your fault."

"But I could have done more!" He exclaimed, his voice cracking. "I failed them! I should have been stronger!"

Nimueh gently cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with a deep, unwavering resolve. "You are strong, Jaune. You are more than strong. You've survived, you've learned, and you've dedicated yourself to protecting others. That's all anyone can ask." She kissed his forehead, a silent promise to stand by him, to help him heal. "You're not alone anymore, Jaune. We will face this together, always."

Inside, the heroes watched the exchange, realizing the depth of the bond between Jaune and Nimueh. Bruce Wayne especially, usually shrouded in emotional armor, seemed to soften, a flicker of his long-dormant humanity surfacing.

He cleared his throat. "We have a lot to learn about you both," he said, his voice more genuine than before. "And we're willing to learn. Perhaps Arcadia can become a place where we all can learn and grow together. We will earn back your trust."

As the meeting broke up, Diana approached the balcony, her expression earnest. "Jaune, I understand that words can't undo what's been done. But I want you to know that I am truly sorry. We will stand with you and Arcadia, and we will do everything we can to earn your forgiveness."

Jaune, still holding Nimueh close, nodded slowly. "Actions speak louder than words," he replied, his voice still raw but laced with a newfound resolve. "Show me that you mean it. Show me that you're willing to learn. And maybe, just maybe, we can build something better, together."

The city lights glittered below, no longer taunting him with past failures, but beckoning him towards a future he was finally ready to face. The weight on his shoulders still lingered, but it was no longer crushing him. He had found a home, a purpose, and a connection that transcended magic and myth. He would protect Arcadia and its people, not just from external threats, but from the darkness within himself. With Nimueh by his side, he knew he could face anything. The dawn of a new era for Arcadia had broken, and Jaune Arc was ready to meet the day.

The air in Arc Manor remained thick, though the sharp tang of animosity had begun to dissipate, replaced by a quieter, more thoughtful tension. Jaune's outburst had served as a lightning strike, momentarily illuminating the faulty wiring in the heroes' assumptions. Even the stoic presence of Bruce Wayne, notorious for his calculated control, seemed shaken.

Outside, on the balcony, Nimueh kept Jaune wrapped in a comforting embrace. His sobs had subsided, replaced by ragged breaths and a bone-deep weariness that settled heavily on him. She could still feel the echoes of his trauma, the ghosts of Beacon Academy burning in his mind's eye, the weight of lost friends crushing his spirit. She held him tighter, silently promising to share the burden.

Jaune, hearing her strained voice, pulled back from the embrace, concern etched on his face. "Nimueh, are you alright?"

"I'm alright, Jaune. But you…you need to forgive yourself. What happened at Beacon wasn't your fault."

"But I could have done more!" He exclaimed, his voice cracking. "I failed them! I should have been stronger!"

The following days were a whirlwind of activity. Bruce Wayne, true to his word, orchestrated a meticulously crafted public relations campaign. His statement, broadcast globally, acknowledged the error in judgment, praised Jaune's heroism, and pledged Wayne Enterprises' resources to supporting Arcadia. The media, initially feeding a frenzy of speculation and fear, swiftly pivoted, painting Jaune as a misunderstood hero and Nimueh as a benevolent protector.

But the true work happened away from the cameras. Diana and Hippolyta initiated cultural exchange programs between Themyscira and Arcadia, fostering understanding and dispelling lingering prejudices. Zatanna, with Nabu's cautious guidance, began working with Jaune, exploring ways to control and channel Nimueh's magic. It was slow, painstaking work, filled with setbacks and near-disasters, but Jaune's unwavering determination and Nimueh's intuitive grasp of magic proved invaluable.

Arcadia itself began to flourish. Wayne Enterprises invested heavily in infrastructure, improving the island's defenses and providing modern amenities without sacrificing its natural beauty. Jaune, with his innate understanding of leadership and strategy honed during his time at Beacon, proved to be an effective leader, guiding the island's development while preserving its unique culture.

However, the peace was fragile. The whispers of dissent still echoed in the shadows. Not everyone was convinced of Jaune and Nimueh's good intentions. Old prejudices died hard, and the fear of the unknown lingered in the hearts of some.

One evening, as Jaune and Nimueh walked along the beach, hand-in-hand, they sensed a disturbance in the air. The waves crashed against the shore with unusual ferocity, and the wind carried whispers of impending doom.

"Something's coming," Nimueh said, her voice low and urgent. "Something dark and powerful."

Jaune drew his sword, Crocea Mors, its familiar weight grounding him. "What is it?"

"I don't know," she replied, her brow furrowed in concentration. "But it feels…familiar. Like a shadow from my past, returning to haunt me."

Suddenly, the sky above them crackled with energy, and a portal ripped open in the air. From the swirling vortex emerged a figure cloaked in darkness, radiating an aura of malevolent power. His face was hidden by a mask, but his eyes burned with an unholy light.

"Nimueh," the figure rasped, his voice a chilling echo of forgotten horrors. "You cannot escape your destiny. You cannot hide from me."

Jaune stepped in front of Nimueh, his sword raised in defiance. "Who are you? And what do you want?"

The figure chuckled, a dry, rasping sound that sent shivers down Jaune's spine. "I am a reminder of what you tried to bury, Nimueh. A consequence of your hubris. And as for what I want? I want what is rightfully mine. I want the power you stole from me. I want…Avalon."

Nimueh gasped, her eyes widening in horror. "Mordred?"

The figure threw back his head and laughed, a sound that echoed through the night. "You remember! Good. Now, prepare to face the consequences of your betrayal." He raised his hand, and a bolt of dark energy shot towards them.

Jaune reacted instantly, deflecting the blast with Crocea Mors. The force of the impact sent him staggering, but he held his ground. "Nimueh, get back!"

He charged towards Mordred, his sword flashing in the moonlight. But Mordred was too powerful. With a flick of his wrist, he sent Jaune flying backwards, slamming into a nearby rock.

Jaune struggled to his feet, his body aching. He knew he was outmatched. But he refused to back down. He wouldn't let Mordred hurt Nimueh. He wouldn't let him destroy Arcadia.

"You'll have to go through me first!" Jaune roared, his voice filled with defiance.

Mordred smiled, a cruel, predatory smile. "Very well. I shall enjoy breaking you." The battle for Arcadia had begun, and the fate of the island hung in the balance. Jaune Arc, the reluctant hero, stood ready to face the darkness, armed with his sword, his courage, and the love of a woman who carried the weight of a thousand years on her shoulders.

Mordred unleashed a torrent of dark energy, each blast seeking to overwhelm Jaune. Jaune, drawing on every ounce of his training and his innate Aura, managed to deflect most of the attacks, but each block chipped away at his defenses, leaving him weaker. He knew he couldn't win a straight fight, but he had to buy time. Time for what, he wasn't sure, but he trusted Nimueh's magic and her connection to Arcadia.

Nimueh, paralyzed by fear and the sheer power radiating from Mordred, struggled to regain her composure. The sight of him dredged up buried memories - the betrayal, the power he craved, the darkness she had desperately tried to escape. But seeing Jaune, battered and bruised, fighting for her, sparked something within her. It wasn't the fear that controlled her, but a fierce protectiveness and a burning resolve.

"Avalon is not yours to take, Mordred," she declared, her voice regaining its strength. She reached out, her hands glowing with emerald energy, and began to weave a protective spell around Jaune, bolstering his Aura and offering him a small respite from Mordred's relentless assault.

The island itself seemed to respond to her call. The wind howled, the trees swayed, and the very stones beneath their feet thrummed with power. The magic of Arcadia, dormant for centuries, was awakening.

Mordred snarled, his focus shifting from Jaune to Nimueh. "You dare defy me? Even after all this time, you still cling to this pathetic island? You could have been so much more, Nimueh. We could have ruled together."

"You only crave power, Mordred," Nimueh retorted, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. "You care nothing for Avalon, nothing for its people. You would only corrupt it."

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a wave of pure Arcadian energy, slamming into Mordred and forcing him back. It was not enough to defeat him, but it was a start.

"Jaune, I need you to get to the Standing Stones," Nimueh instructed, her voice urgent. "They are the heart of Arcadia's power. If we can channel the island's magic through them, we might have a chance."

Jaune, seizing the opportunity, nodded grimly. He knew she was right. A frontal assault was suicide. He had to trust her plan. He sheathed Crocea Mors and, using his Semblance to amplify his speed, darted towards the Standing Stones, dodging Mordred's blasts as he went.

Mordred, enraged by this sudden shift in strategy, attempted to intercept Jaune, but Nimueh skillfully blocked his path, wielding her magic with a newfound ferocity. She summoned gusts of wind to disorient him, conjured walls of earth to impede his progress, and unleashed bolts of pure energy that forced him to defend.

As Jaune neared the Standing Stones, he saw them bathed in an ethereal glow. He placed his hands on the cold, ancient stone, feeling the surge of power coursing through him. He could feel the history of Arcadia, the hopes and dreams of its people, all flowing into him.

He channeled his Aura, focusing his will, and began to amplify the island's magic. A beam of pure energy shot skyward from the Standing Stones, piercing the dark clouds and bathing the battlefield in an otherworldly light.

Nimueh, sensing the surge of power, unleashed a final, devastating attack on Mordred, combining her magic with the amplified energy from the Stones. Mordred roared in pain as the combined force struck him, his dark aura flickering and weakening.

He stumbled back, clutching his chest, his mask cracking under the strain. "You may have won this battle, Nimueh," he rasped, his voice laced with malice. "But the war is far from over. I will return. And when I do, Avalon will fall."

With a final surge of dark energy, Mordred opened another portal and vanished, leaving behind only the lingering scent of sulfur and the echo of his threat.

Jaune rushed to Nimueh's side, his face etched with concern. "Are you alright?"

Nimueh leaned heavily on him, her face pale and drawn. "I'm alright, Jaune. But he's right. This is not over. Mordred will be back, and we need to be ready."

She looked towards the Standing Stones, her eyes filled with determination. "We need to harness the full power of Arcadia. We need to learn to defend ourselves. The peace we have found is fragile, Jaune. But we will not let it be broken."

Jaune looked at Nimueh, at the island around them, and at the Standing Stones humming with ancient power. He knew that the journey ahead would be long and arduous. But he also knew that he wasn't alone. He had Nimueh, he had the people of Arcadia, and he had the power of the island itself. And that was enough. For now.

TBC

Note: If you feel emotional pain, like you're not good enough, talk to someone; don't bottle it in.

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