POOOW!!
POOOW!!
Is this hell?
I have been asking myself that every day.
POOOW!!
POOOW!!
One day I am walking home after work, only for a fucking bus to ram into me.
The I found myself here, in some creepy old dark room, strapped to a chair, with my body hurting all over and a broken jaw.
At first I thought I was kidnapped.
God....How I wish I was
POOOW!!!
POOOW!!!
What I painfully discovered was that I am in the DC universe, not sure which one, though.
I discovered after I saw the hulking human crocodile enter the room and start to beat me up.
He kept calling me Robin the whole time, which also revealed to me who I am, or more specifically, who I am reincarnated as.
Jason Fucking Todd
The Robin that Always Gets Killed
I got beat up pretty badly, and I couldn't even beg or say anything, thanks to my broken jaw.
After Killer Croc left, another person came. I knew who he was; his half-burnt face gave it away.
Two-Face was the best of the bunch; somehow, it all depended on a coin flip; if not, he would strike me with a bat.
Pinguim would beat and stab me with his umbrella and burn me with his cigars.
Zsasz would go on some raving rants while cutting me repeatedly with his knives.
Bane would use me as a punching bag; at least he would hit me on the head, and I would get knocked out until he was done, but he stopped coming after a while.
The riddle would do riddles, and if I answered wrong, I would be electrocuted by a car battery.
Calendar Man would just punch me, and someday I would be too numb to care about it.
Scarecrow is one of the worst; he would use me as his little test subject for his research, injecting me with different fear toxins or even just plain acid sometimes and seeing what happens.
But by far the worst was The Joker; he and his little assistant
Depending on the day, he would just keep laughing at me; others he would bring out the crowbar, gas me with his toxin, or drown me in water.
But every time before I could die, he made sure I could survive; he would have a doctor patch me up, just enough to keep me alive, even surgery if needed, and it was, of course, without anesthetic.
I lost count of how many days I have been here.
I think it's 6 months, but it's probably more.
Joker even made me film a video to Batman to say how much I hate him; it is an understatement.
It was very easy to do that. To me, before, Batman wasn't a good hero for keeping his villains alive instead of putting them down.
Now...to me he is just as much a monster as them.
A never-ending cycle
They escape.
Batman captures them and brings them to Arkham.
They take it out on me.
And the cycle repeats.
At the end of the video, the Joker shot me, and for a second, I really thought I would die, but I am not that lucky.
My banged-up Robin suit handled that for me.
Then the Joker stopped coming; he said he was preparing a huge surprise for "Bats," and so Harley Quinn became responsible for me.
She would sometimes hit me with her mallet, but she would get tired quickly, so she would drown me, but she got bored really quickly and would leave me alone.
She would then call Officer Boles to take care of me. He always wears his Arkham Guard uniform; he is the Joker's inside man and responsible for bringing the criminals to me.
Which brings me to today.
Today was a very busy day as almost everyone made their appearance except Bane and The Joker. I stayed strapped to the chair; my Robin uniform is completely destroyed with layers and layers of my own dried blood.
And good old Officer Boles is mopping the floor with my blood.
'God, Michael, Lucifer, Dream, Death, Darkseid, Trigon, whoever is listening, please kill me?!' I beg on my mind; I have been doing this for a while, but no one has answered me.
I look down on my body, broken fingers, arms, and legs, no nails on arms or feet as they have been pulled out, scars covering my entire body.
And a continuous stream of blood leaking out from me
'Is today the day I'm finally going to die?' I hate how much time I think that
'HOW I HATE THEM!! ALL OF THEM!! THOSE ANIMALS!!! MONSTERS!! IF I COULD, I WOULD KILL THEM A THOUSAND TIMES!!! I WILL KILL THEM!! KILL! KILL!'I rant with all of my rage.
But then something stops me from my mental rampage.
[System Activating 01%]
[System Activating 10%]
[System Activating 70%]
[System Activating 100%]
[System Activated!]
[Template System Operational]
[Power Level: Street Level]
[1 Draw Ticket remaining]
[Draw?] [Y/N]
A digital window appears right in front of me.
Maybe it's just another hallucination or Scarecrow fear toxin again.
I had several of those here.
'Let's get this over with,' I sigh in defeat.
'Yes'
[Drawing!!!]
[Template Found it!]
James Hollwet | Ultimate Wolverine - Marvel Earth-1610
[Assimilate Template?] Y/N
'Yes,' I answer, tired of this hallucination and just wanting to pass out already.
Then the pain started, and everything went white.
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Third Person POV:
Officer Boles has been working for the Joker for more than a year now; he was the Joker's handyman inside Arkham.
He would get weapons and anything Joker wants inside and facilitate Joker's escapes when necessary.
But a lot of his time now was being a glorified janitor and jailor of the busted-up Jason.
He would bring the other supervillains to the room so they could do whatever they wanted to Batman's little sidekick and stop them before they went too far or took too much time.
He was now mopping some blood puddles on the ground after the last session with Zsasz.
Boles hates cleaning the mess, and if taking his rage out on the boy wasn't going to trash the place again with blood, he would.
After a few minutes, the old dark room was clean of blood, just the old regular dried blood stains on the ground.
Boles then put the mop against the wall and then sighed, taking out his cantina of whisky and taking a large gulp while looking at the passed-out Robin.
'Poor bastard,' Boles thinks with a sneer.
Then the tortured young man starts to seize, his whole body shaking against the chair and the chains, foam starting to come out of his mouth.
"Shit!" Boles swears as he runs across the room to grab a medic bag.
This isn't the first time Jason had a seizure; he had several, especially during Scarecrow's visits, so Joker decided to keep some first aid kits to make sure that 'The Fun doesn't stop.'
But today is different.
Boles pulls out an anti-seizure syringe and injects it into Robin's arm, but instead of lessening it, it only makes it stronger, his whole body shaking uncontrollably, his heartbeat going through the roof, his breath labored and short.
'Shit, if this little shit dies, Joker will have my hide.' Boles thinks nervously.
Boles, in a panic, grabs an adrenaline shot and jabs Jason.
Which only made everything worse, his heart beating so hard that it could be heard in the room, Jason struggles against his chains, foam streaming down his jaw.
But then he stopped.
He sagged on the chair unmoving, foam dripping down from his mouth.
'Fuck! He is not breathing. Boles swears as he watches the still form of Jason.
'Joker is going to kill me—'
SNAP!!!
CRACK!
Several loud cracks sound in the room, startling Boles out of his thoughts.
RECRACK!!
SQUENCH!!
Boles looks at these sounds that are coming from
Jason's body, who is now breathing again
He sees Jason's arms retorting, his skin twisting as cuts, bruises, and scars disappear while broken bones meld themselves back together under his skin.
The broken bones in his legs were piercing out of his skin, twisting themselves back into his skin as they mended back together, cuts and bruises also disappearing miraculously like they never existed in the first place.
Even his fingernails that had been ripped out, regrows instantly again
'Holy Mother of God!' Boles exclaims as he watches every wound that Jason had heal right before his eyes.
!!SNIKT!!
Bole's thoughts come to a stop when he hears that noise.
It sounded like something was popping out.
Then the chains that were holding Jason fell off him.
Jason then slowly stands up.
The chair kept him in place for almost a year, groaning as he stands up.
When he fully stands up, Boles can see that he has three metal knives coming out from his left hand.
Boles hurriedly pulls out his gun and points it at him.
"Stop right there!" Boles threatens Jason.
Jason's confused gaze focused on Boles, which scared Boles as he felt like he was being stared down by a predator.
Jason then takes a step towards him.
"I SAID STOP!!" Boles screams at Jason while pointing his gun at him.
Jason ignores it and keeps getting closer.
'Fuck this!' Boles thinks and pulls the trigger.
BANG!!!
Boles fires a round right at Jason's chest, making him recoil back from the shot.
But to the surprise of both of them, Jason is still standing.
They both look at the bullet hole and see that the tiny hole is quickly closing and the bullet is being pushed out.
Pop!
With a small pop, the bullet falls from the ground, and Jason's bullet hole heals like it wasn't even there.
Jason raises his head and looks back at Boles with anger on his face.
He clenches his right fist, and slowly claws start to slide out of it with blood streaming out along with them.
Three razor-sharp metallic claws slowly slide out of Jason's right hand, matching the other three on his left hand.
"Oh no!" Boles gulps in fear as he sees the claws.
He then looks back at Jason and sees the gaze of a predator, and unfortunately... he is the prey.
"RAAAARGH!!" Jason roars as he pounces across the room at Boles.
Boles, in a panic, fires two more shots at the incoming Jason and hits him but doesn't stop him in the slightest.
"URGH!" Boles screams in pain as he feels his chest being perforated.
Jason impales both sets of claws right on Boles's chest.
Jason then stares right into Boles's bloodshot eyes; Boles stares back with blood coming out of his mouth in shock and fear.
"RAAARH! RAAAARH!! RAAAARH!!!" Jason roars in rage and keeps stabbing Boles over and over and over again until Boles's chest is a completely bloody mess.
Only a few minutes later, Jason's rage subsides, and he falls to the ground, his hands and body all stained with Boles's blood and Boles's body a mangled mess across from him.
After a few minutes resting on the floor, Jason slowly raises himself groaning to a sitting position as his whole body aches and reeks of exhaustion.
He then looks at Boles's body; he first grabs Boles's gun and puts it on his waist, and he then starts to pat down Boles's pocket until he finds what he is looking for.
Boles whiskey cantilever
Jason uncaps it and takes a large gulp before taking a deep breath.
"I am on The Arkhamverse....Fuck my life. "Jason say while scratching his forehead as new memories painfully bombard his mind, OG Jason memories
Jason being born from two drug addicts that owed money to the mob, had shit parents who even tried to sell him to pay off their debts.
He grew up in an abusive house with two violent addicts as parents—what shitty luck!, even sold out his folks to the mob in exchange for a small area where he could act without any problem in Gotham.
Jason meeting Batman, stealing the Batmobile tires, getting arrested, and later being adopted by Bruce Wayne
Jason's first time as Robin, training and experiences as Robin, and of course the day he got captured and this whole shitshow happened
Another set of memories also sprung to his mind; these ones aren't painful but taxing.
Wolverine ones, his Ultimate version from the old Ultimate Universe ones
From the bits and pieces of his origin to Logan's time on the Weapon X program, the Brotherhood of Mutants, and the X-Men until his death at Magneto's hands during The Ultimatum
All of Logan's experiences, knowledge, and skills sprang to his mind.
!!SNIKT!!
'His powers and the adamantium as well,' Jason concludes as he pops out his claws and admires them before sheathing them.
He then takes another large gulp of the whiskey and stands up.
His whole body aches with exhaustion and phantom pains all over, but he pushes through.
He steps over Boles's body and sneers and spits at him before stopping at the locked metal door.
Jason pops out his claws and jams on the keyhole, destroying the lock.
Causing the automatic door to open
"Sayonara, asshole," Jason says while flipping Boles's dead body before leaving the torture room.
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Jason POV:
I am on the old Arkham installation.
After the asylum was deemed unsafe, if it ever was, some modifications were made to the asylum structure.
This part of the asylum was forgotten after the new installations were done.
Which Joker took full advantage of it and used it to keep me?
Thanks to that, only the 'fun room' is connected to the power grid, leaving the rest pitch black.
Well, not to me now, because I can see perfectly, like it is day.
My new senses also help me paint an even clearer picture.
Different scents permeating the hallway
Killer Croc, Two-Face, Zsasz, and company
Not including me reeking of blood and grime.
I can hear the rats chipping and running on the walls and cockroaches clicking on the walls.
'This is amazing!' I can't help but admire my new abilities.
Wait! Don't I have a system?
'System?'
Nothing happens…
'Maybe it isn't an AI-like system but maybe a more simple one?' I theorize
'Status!' I hope it has one...
[STATUS]
User: Jason Peter Todd
Species: Human (Mutant)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Alias: Robin, Reincarnator
SL (Street Level) Characters Templates: Wolverine (1610).
Remaining Draws: 0
Power Level: Street Level (Locked)
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'Not any exp tractor or numerical value to attribute or skills, a rather... simple system; well, I am not complaining, but does it even have quests? It's similar to a gacha system but only for characters and different from a regular template system, as there isn't any sync meter for the templates, as I have 100% of all of Wolverine's powers, skills, and knowledge, even the Adamantium. I think while trying to remember the system from the fanfics that I used to read in my past life…
______[Quests]________
Quest: Escape Arkham
Status: Ongoing
Quest: Kill your Torturers
Status: Ongoing
Quest: Kill Officer Boles
Status: Completed (Claim Rewards)
Quest: Mess with the plot
Status: Ongoing
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But I am interrupted by my system.
'Claim Rewards!' I exclaim after seeing the completed status, Finally, that useless piece of shit is going to be helpful.
Quest: Kill Officer Boles Completed!
Reward: 1 Draw Ticket
[Draw?] [Y/N]
'Yes!' I say immediately after winning it, any other template only helps me.
This is the Arkhamverse. While not as dangerous as the regular DC universe, it is still very dangerous, especially if that shitstorm that Brainiac does on that horrible Suicide Squad game is true, and if my new/old memories aren't lying, there is a flying alien in red and blue in Metropolis and other heroes around.
[Drawing!!!]
[Template Found it!]
Sam Fisher | Splinter Cell Series
[Assimilate Template?] [Y/N]
'Yes!' I just got Sam fucking Fisher, the guy that is tiedd with Solid Snake on being the most stealthyhy soldier of all time..
[Assimilating!]
"Argh! Fuck!" Pain stops completely any of my happy thoughts.
My whole body shivers and trembles as different memories assault my brain.
Sam's training, experiences, and skills are absorbed in my brain at once.
"Ugh, I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this," I say after the assimilation stops.
I already can feel the difference in knowledge about infiltration, espionage, hacking, hand-to-hand combat, politics, assassination, intel gathering, languages, short-fire weapons use, long-fire weapons use, seals training courses, ghost training, and a shit ton of government secrets...
Even a master's education in political science on the top
All the skills and knowledge that Sam Fisher had on his 40+ year career
One of the few people to have the Fifth Freedom, literally a license to kill
"我屌講廣東話! (I fucking speak Cantonese!)" I speak in perfect Cantonese.
Wolverine Template also gave some instant language courses, as the man has been around the world for a while and also has been part of the military, especially more obscure branches of it.
Now with the two together, I am the perfected One-Man Army. Together with my Robin training, I can really fuck things up.
'That's for later; I need to get the fuck out of this building now.' I refocus on the important part.
I walk until the end of the hallway and reach a stone wall and a stairway going up.
But what attracts my attention is a small window at the top of the wall.
I can even hear the window whistling from it carrying a scent of wet grass and dirt.
'Outside,' I think in relief.
I pop out his claws and swiftly plunge on stone, my claws cutting through the stone like a hot knife through butter.
Cutting a hole through the stone is easier than I thought.
'Super strength and an adamantium skeleton are really helpful, huh!' I think as I rip the cut stone with my bare hands and crush it.
With a final pull, the last piece of the wall comes off, and I can finally see the outside.
A soft breeze hits my face, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath.
'Finally free of this hellhole,' I think in happiness and relief at feeling the wind on my face for the first time in a long time.
I open my eyes and scan my surroundings.gs.
'I am in a very high position, maybe 6 or 7 floors; the right side is a mountain and rocks, and the left side is an open space.' I then scan the open space; Sam and Logan's experiences and my Robin training really did wonders tactically for me.
'Two guard towers with 1 sniper each, several guard patrols, and medical workers going around the place.' I analyze my surroundings and plan my escape route.
I will not go back to the traumatized orphan in black leather and that fucker with green hair.
'I don't think that's even an option anymore; it stopped right there with Boles's body. If Bruce could see me, he would say, "If you kill someone, the number of killers stays the same.... Well, I don't plan to stop on just one.' I think to myself in amusement.
I look around again; the place looks familiar, a couple of changes, but I know this place.
'Wait... is this the intensive treatment?! This means—I then turn to my right and see that at the base of the mountain I see a small entrance of a cave but with wood nailed to it.
"Dead Man's Point!" I conclude as my memories from playing Batman Arkham Asylum fade a little bit, but I still remember the Batcave hidden in an underground cave below Dead Man Point.
'If I know Bruce, his obsessive, paranoid mind would probably stock the cave with supplements and gear, which I really need.' I think while my stomach groans in hunger.
'God, I would kill for a cheeseburger.' My mouth waters from only just thinking.
I shake my head and put cheeseburgers on the back of my mind.
Time to go.
"Let's do this!"
I jump and plunge my claws on the wall to slow my fall.
SLAM!!
I land on the ground, cracking the ground a bit but otherwise unscathed, and immediately start running to the cave entrance.
I don't waste time, and with a swipe of my claws, I cut the wood away and enter the entrance and see some old sewer pipes.
'God, almost a century-old shit!' I groan as my new enhanced senses make it really clear how much everything stinks.
But I power through while holding my breath.
After a few minutes of climbing through the cave, the scent of saltwater hit me at full force.
I follow the scent and find myself at a large opening.
Dead Man Point
Arkham Asylum's favorite suicide spot
It really makes you think if the asylum is really needed when they have a famous place where people kill themselves.
"By what I remember, the Batcave is below; Bruce enters by gliding down, which I can't, so the longer route it is." I pop out my claws and plunge on the stone, and after seeing that it's steady
I start my way down.
While the freezing cold waters rage down there
'If I fall, I will not die, but I am not eager to try swimming lessons with bones laced with adamantium.' I think trying to distract myself from the likely fall that awaits if I slip
After a few minutes of climbing down, I finally see the entrance of a cave.
'Finally!' I climb down and enter the cave, my muscles aching for a second before stopping.
I scan the cave and see some metal plates fused on the ground ahead of me and in front of a rocky wall, but I can see some irregularities on the rocks, and I can hear small fissures letting air through.
'Fake wall,' I think, at the entrance of the cave.
"I hope Bruce is still a bit emotional and hasn't deleted my biometric data," I say, then step on the metal plates.
A small tube slid off the rocky ceiling and shone a scan light all over me.
"Scan initializing!" A mechanical voice sounds out in the cave, making my breath hitch.
"Identity Confirmed! Welcome, Robin!" The voice says, and the scan slides back into the ceiling, and the fake wall lifts up, revealing the entrance.
I let out a breath of relief and make my way into the Batcave.
"Deactivating countermeasures, security disabled!" The mechanic's voice sounds out.
I make my way through the corridor, passing through a small waterfall.
If I didn't have Jason's memories, I would be geeking out right now.
I walk deeper into the Batcave, my nose guiding me to exactly what I want.
The scent guiding me to a huge black metal box, I pop out my claws and rip it open and grab one packet inside.
'Dried Potatoes' I read the impression before ripping open and gulping down the contents.
Bruce always keeps supplements in the Batcave, and it always has dehydrated food.
I used to find them disgusting, but now they taste divine.
I finish with the potatoes and grab another and repeat after I finish.
The box had at least 40 kg worth of dehydrated food; I managed to cut that by half.
Superhuman metabolism for the win!
After I absolutely destroy dried meat and vegetables, another matter makes itself known.
"'God! I stink." My super smell does a good job making sure that I know how much I reek right now.
While locked in that hellhole, baths weren't a thing; the closest thing was when I was drowned.
I drop the food packet and start to rip my clothes off, if they can be called that.
My old Robin costume is in tatters, damaged and engulfed in dried blood, which makes it easier to rip it off me, leaving me nude.
I look into my arms, chest, and legs.
No scars, bruises, or wounds; in fact, I don't look like I just spent a year being bound to a chair and tortured.
My body is athletic and slim, with muscles on my arms, chest, and legs.
'Wolverine is sure an overpowered character,' I think while examining my body.
I can help, but look... south.
'Wow... just wow. I was regular size before, but now, improvements all around,' I think while looking at my... not-so-little friend.
I shake my head and make my way to the showers.
Batman is always prepared; thank God for that, so instead of just putting a hub of the Batcomputer here, he creates a mini base of operation with a bathroom and quarters.
I enter the showers, which is similar to a large bathroom, a sink with a mirror, a toilet, and the shower with a glass box.
I enter the shower box and turn on
Warm water rains down on me; I feel the dried blood and grime layer on my body melt away.
I don't know how much time I spent down there, but when I came off, the whole mirror was foggy.
'Bruce really has a problem.' I think while looking at some towels that I find
Black towels
At least they don't have the Bat symbol on it.
I then walk to the sink and onto the mirror.
I clean the fog with my hand, making my reflection appear.
'I already knew by my memories, but holy fuck.' I can't help but think while watching my new face.
I look exactly like Jensen Ackles, except for unkempt long hair; after all, The Joker is many things but not a hairstylist.
And I have to say, this is a damn good improvement from my past life; not that I was ugly, but goddamn, I look good.
After a few minutes of acting like a classic narcissist, I walk back to the Batcomputer, grab the box of supplements and drugs with me to the chair, and then I turn the Batcomputer on.
'Bruce didn't even put a password on it. I guess he was planning on keeping this cave a secret for a long time, but I know he isn't stupid; he must have some protocols to alert him if someone enters this cave and accesses the Batcomputer.' I think while using my new hacking skills to scan the Batcomputer
It took a while, as Sam's hacking skills are good, but not that good, but I found some subroutines that are sending information to the main Batcomputer of the new access on both the Batcave and this hub of the Batcomputer.
I modify the subroutine to slow the send of the information for at least a day. I couldn't stop it because if I did, Batman would realize if this hub became offline on his network.
After finishing that, I turn back to what I came from, Arkham Penitentiary security system. I invade through the Batcomputer and get access to the surveillance system, doors, locks, and more.
"Like I thought, Joker isn't here, but the rest are. Almost everyone is in the penitentiary except for Bane; he has been transferred to the medical facility by Doctor Young. If I am not wrong, he must be being experimented on by her." I gather information about my tortures.
I start by disabling emergency alerts and out-of-the-islands communications; nothing to warrant any attention yet.
I need to equip myself first.
I walk to storage.
The Batcomputer says that there is an extra batsuit here, exactly what I need.
I find the suit displays; I would love to gawk at it, but unfortunately I don't fucking care anymore, so I smash the display and take off the suit.
Looks like a regular Batsuit, armored but flexible, with the cape providing glide to move around.
!!SNIKT!!
I rip the cape out with my claws.
"Time for a makeover," I say while redesigning the suit with my claws.
The second thing I take off is the cowl; I am not a fan of the pointy ears, and then I rip off the bat symbol.
With this stuff, it looks like a banged-up black Nightwing suit.
"Perfect! Just need the mask now. I tear off a small piece of the tape to cover my nose and mouth.
Looking like a mix between Nightwing and Grifter
I admire my do-it-yourself suit.
'Not bad, not bad.'
"Let's test it." I then put the suit on; it fits snugly on me, with no discomfort anywhere.
I close and open my fist, feeling the suit
!!SNIKT!!
My claws cut three holes on each gauntlet before sliding back.
After finishing putting on the suit, I walk back to the Batcomputer and start to get everything ready to act.
[Secret Quests Completed!]
Quest: Invade the Secret Batcave
Status: Complete (Claim Rewards)
Quest: Make your First Suit
Status: Complete (Claim Rewards)
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"Claim both rewards now!" I immediately shout; I had an inkling that the system had these types of quests, and now it just confirmed to me.
Quest: Invade the Secret Batcave
Reward: 2 Draw Tickets
Quest: Make your First Suit
Reward: 2 Draw Tickets
Remaining Draws: 4
[Draw?] [Y/N]
'Draw all four now!' I order immediately, as any new template helps me even more.
[Drawing!!!]
[Templates Found it!]
Lester | Bullseye—Marvel Earth-616
John Wick | Baba Yaga—John Wick Series
Claire Bennet—Heroes
Peter Parker | The Amazing Spider-Man - Marvel Earth-120703
[Assimilate Templates?] [Y/N]
"YES!...Oh boy, this is going to hurt," I say, bracing for the pain.
[Assimilating!!!]
There's the pain.
Then back to black.
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Third Person POV:
Jason falls to the ground, shaking as his body goes through another evolution.
This time even more, the changes are even more drastic, as even his DNA is also changing, mutating to something different.
Even as his healing factor tries to help his body cope with the strain, the changes are too strong, but suddenly the shaking stops.
Jason Healing A factor that was failing to cope with the strain suddenly became stronger, more efficient, and more capable. As any changes occurred, it handled any problem or reaction.
After a few minutes, the changes finally stop, and Jason starts to open his eyes.
But a raging headache starts to tear down his head.
But just as it came, it goes, thanks to his newly improved healing factor curing the mental strain of his new memories popping out on his brain.
This caused Jason to jump up to his feet, and before he knew it, he found himself on the ceiling, looking down at the ground.
He looks at his hands that are touching the rocky ceiling, and he can't help but laugh out loud at his new powers.
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[STATUS]
User: Jason Peter Todd
Species: Evolved Human Mutate (Mutant)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Alias: Robin, Reincarnator
SL (Street Level) Character Templates: Wolverine (1610), Sam Fisher, Bullseye (616), John Wick, Claire Bennet, Spider-Man (120703)
Remaining Draws: 0
Power Level: Street Level (Locked)
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End of Chapter
What do you all think?
This is one of the first ideas that I ever had for a fanfic, and it has been sitting in my drafts for almost 2 years now.
Please vote and comment.
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