Thomas Wayne Clinic
Gotham city
Third-person POV:
"Graduated with honors, First of class with only 20 years! I must say this is impressive, Mr. Asklepios, but I find myself confused. Why would someone like you look for a job here?" Leslie Thompkins, a doctor, more especially Batman doctor, already has my respect by only that, she says as she reads my resume.
She runs the Thomas Wayne Clinic, and after arriving in Gotham, this was the only medical hospital that I could find that wasn't closed; all of the hospitals in Gotham are closed because of the Joker.
The population is in dire need of medics, but almost every doctor has left the city in fear or won't leave their houses.
"Simple Mrs. Thompkins, with great Power comes great responsibility." I calmly say to her:
This makes her raise her eyebrow in confusion and curiosity.
"What do you mean, Mr. Asklepios?" She unquires
"That's the motto that I've always lived by: with great Power comes great responsibility. That means that If I have a Power, ability, or knowledge that can be used to save or help other people, I have a moral obligation to do it!" I speak truthfully, using the words of one of the wise men to have been killed in every Spider-Man movie.
"That's quite a motto to live by." Leslie says, and I can actually see her comparing me to someone we both know.
"Yes, I agree. I know that you, ma'am, may look at me and think that I am still Young and that I should focus on other things, but I am older enough to understand one thing." I says, Catch her attention, as I could feel that she wouldn't hire me because she didn't want me to go through what Bruce had passed.
"When you can do the things that I can, but you don't, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you." I say shocking her.
Leslie can see young Bruce Wayne in this Young Man, but she also sees that Bruce would always be in the dark because he thinks he belongs there.
But this Young man has a Light and dark look; he looks balanced and ready, something so similar yet different from Bruce.
"The pay sucks; I am already warning you."
The bright smile that I give her is only mirrored back by one of her
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Markus POV:
Gotham city
A gotic and corrupted city
This is what I used to think when I heard the name.
But what she truly is at the moment can be summarized in one word:
Desesperation
Joker had a manager to put this whole city in a panic state; he took something vital that everyone had, the feeling of calm that I hospital gives, a safe Haven for those who need help.
And I will bring that back, whatever the cost. Batman put his suit on to Go help people; I put on my coat and went help them.
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Gotham City
Thomas Wayne clinic
Markus Pov:
"AAARG! AHH!." A Patient screams and whimpers as he is held back on his back by a bunch of nurses in the middle of the hallway.
"What did this guy take it?" A nurse asks as he and the others struggle to hold back.
"I don't know." Another one replies
"Fuck, apply Naxalone to this junkie." The nurse said with a bit of sneer at the patient
"All right!." The other nurse agreed with him.
That's enough, and time stops as I enter the room at superspeed.
I look at the patient: shoes extremely well kept, but the sole is black with a tinge of dirt on it; clothes ironed to the point of perfection; no rash or needle mark on his arms; he is healthy; no rings or any tattoos; his hair after the struggle was very wild, but by his style, it is very unlikely to be this normally messy.
He looked absolutely in distress and pain. A quick scan with my X-ray vision didn't reveal any boné fracture or wound, no wound, or any bad reaction to any infection or disease, but by the way that he kept swinging his arms widely, he didn't possess good coordination of his large muscles.
His scent is a mixture of pain and panic, but why?
In his resume, he looks well and appears to have a healthy life, but by right now, he is in distress as he is being held down, which suggests that he has hyposensitivity to touch or a severe case of aphenphosmphobia (a phobia or fear of being touched). and he appears to have some sort of mental or social impairment as he doesn't formulate words in his scream; he only whimpers and screams devoid of words.
I know what this patient has.
I look back at the clock in the hallway; not even a second has passed as I am using my superspeed. I then run back to the entrance, and time goes back to normal.
"Release him now!" I speak seriously.
The five nurses look at me in surprise before rolling their eyes at me, probably not knowing who I am.
"Somebody take this kid away." The nurse who is holding the syringe with Naloxone sneers at me.
"This kid right over here is the new doctor, So I'm going to say again, release the patient and put the syringe down before you kill him; you're inconsequential morons!" I screamed at them, and that probably scared them as they released the patient and the nurse dropped the syringe on the ground.
And the effects were almost instant as the patients screams and wails lessened and lessened until they stopped, and the patients fell asleep completely exhausted.
The nurses all look at the patient in shock at seeing him calm down almost instantly as they take their hands from him, then they turn their gaze to me.
"He is not psychotic; he is autistic!"" I tell them as I look at the exhausted patients that he was so terrified; he couldn't understand what these strangers were doing to him and why they were holding and touching him.
They all look shocked at my revelation, but I couldn't care less, so I walk up to the nurse who was holding the syringe.
She was shorter than me, was a bit overweight, and was shaking, probably from the enraged look on my face.
"You almost injected a patient with Naxalone, a patient who may have never had any contact with drugs; if I hadn't stopped you, the Naxalone would have interacted with the medicines that he already takes because of his affliction, making a chain reaction inside of his body and causing his heart to start failing. Not satisfied, you still insult the patient by calling him a junkie; I don't trust you!" I say the last part so coolly that she shudders.
"To those who don't know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Doctor Markus Asklepios, and I am the new doctor at this clinic. And let me get one thing clear: I don't give a damn if you all like me or not, but when I tell you something, you all follow it. I will not leave room for failure." I tell them seriously.
They all widen their eyes. They probably heard that there would be a new doctor in the clinic and recognized the name, but they didn't think it would be someone Young like me.
"Now that's out of the way, put this patient in a room and give him some electrolytes for him to rehydrate himself, and give him one light sedative to help him rest, and the rest of you—." They all look surprised at me, but they listen intently to me.
"Get ready; there will be thousands of people in need of help, and they only have us. I will coordinate all of the nurses and helpers so that you all won't be overwhelmed. Any doubt or consultation for any patient comes to me. I am always at your service. Remember to take breaks to drink water, go to the bathroom, or just breathe. Remember, we are not supermen; we are humans." I say, and they look at me with surprise and respect, I think. They keep watching me, making me roll my eyes.
"What are you all waiting for? Get ready for work!" I say, and they scramble to tell the others and get ready for work.
Then the door opens, and the Patients start coming.
"Here we go!" I said, then proceed to attending the patients.
What Markus failed to see as he was occupied was the smile on Leslie Thompkins's face as the older woman saw him in action, proving himself as he diagnosed the patient, inspired, and stood his ground against the others.
It is safe to say that she would keep an eye out for the new doctor and see how much he can do for this clinic.
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The Thomas Wayne Clinic was originally created in respect to the latter Thomas Wayne after he and his wife were murdered. It was a free clinic for the community to help those who would need medical help but couldn't afford it. That was the objective for which the clinic was created.
But the reality was way different. The clinic basically worked in guerrilla mode, doing what they could with what they had, which wasn't much, and thanks to the fact that almost everybody on Gotham couldn't afford insurance, they would come to the clinic. Until then, they could handle. Sure, some days sucked when a couple of addicts made a mess on a room or when they had to attend to rival gangs who got hurt fighting against each oother but they could deal with that. Things got better when Bruce Wayne had come back to town after almost 12 year away, they got a bigger budget and could now help moreeclinic
The clinic is so important that every gang considers the place a neutral space because they all need it. It is an unspoken rule that every criminal that works in organized crime follows, from a street crook to a crime boss.
But The Joker wasn't a big fan of following rules, so after he made his threat everybody turn to the clinic, those who were rich didn't feel anything but for everybody else was a punch on the gut, and the clinic who had 45 slots was dealing with at least 760 patients every day, so yeah they were pretty overload and yeah I said 'were' in the past sense
My first day—well, my first hour—was spent cleaning, stitching, and bandaging bullet wounds, some for normal innocent people and some for not-so-innocent people. Let's just say that those who were innocent may have felt the peace and calming effect that mystical palms have and left the examination room without pain or any type of sore, and after a week they would see that their wounds had healed, leaving just a little scar. Those not-so-innocent people will have to heal the traditional way.
After that, I made examinations and assisted those in emergencies, ranging from a first-time mother worrying about her infant son with a cough to some car accidents.
After the hospitals were closed, Leslie made a deal with the paramedics to bring those who needed help to the clinic. I didn't stop a single minute since I started, and thanks to my new physiology, I didn't feel any type of fatigue or need to eat or drink. With the mystical palm aiding in the treatment of the patients, things are going smoothly.
Then after, I was doing clinic duty, the paitent would come and have a consultation with me
If there is something that more demanding and bored it will be this
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Third Person POV:
"I have asthma, but my inhaler doesn't work!" A woman speaks rudely to Markus.
"On your file, your doctor prescribed Dupilumab to help with your crisis; it is not common, but some people can have resistance or even immunity towards it, but nothing came up on your allergy exams. How do you use your medicine and how often?" Markus says as he reads the woman's medical files and ignores the woman's rudeness.
"Almost every day, but it doesn't help. Can you help at all or are you just going to make me lose time?" Again, the woman rudely says:
Markus only raises an eyebrow at her tone but doesn't say anything.
"Can you show me how you use it, "Can you show me how you use it, ma'am?"" Markus again asked her calmly and with a doctor's smile.
The woman scoffs but complyes; she takes the inhale, takes the tamp, and sprays it on her throat, on the outside of her throat.
Markus looked at her and stayed still for a second, making the woman look back at him in confusion.
Markus started shaking before:
Markus laughs so hard that tears are coming out of his eyes. He was lucky he was sitting, or he would fall to the ground.
"Holy Jesus, ma'am, that was a good one." Markus says he is trying to control his laughter and fully controls it, even if some chuckles escape.
He looks back at the woman and finds her staring at him with a deadpan look, like trying to understand why that was funny.
Markus then gets it.
She truly believed that that was how the inhaler was used.
THE IN-HALER
"Wow... that's just straight sad now.'
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Gotham city
Thomas Wayne Clinic
For the medical workers from Thomas Wayne Clinic, if you ask them in the morning before they had opened, what did they think about Markus?
Young, inexperienced, Cocky, arrogant, and full of himself
But if you ask them now, you'll hear
A godsend, amazing, unique, and one of the best doctors they ever saw
After the hospital closed, they were shortstaffed and dealing with an overload of patients, but with just One man, they stabilized to a semi-normal state. They saw how Doctor Markus would diagnose, treat, and care for his patients in a way that they hadn't seen in a long time, and every single time he would be right. No matter what the symptoms would be, he was going to diagnose right away and start the treatment right away.
And he also would care for the workers of the clinic; he would help the nurses and the doctor if he saw that they were struggling with patients or in need of help, which gained him quite a bit of admiration and a crush from a couple of nurses; he would talk with the janitors, the security, basically everybody that worked on the clinic; he was on a first-name basis with them.
They also learn that he speak several languages, when a patient who was a emigrant came to clinic he didn't speak english so they got into trapped into the language barrier that until Doctor Markus came speaking Spanish fluently with the patient, thanks to him they discover the patient problem who was complaing about severel back pain, they give him a medicie to help with the pain and a couple of exercise to stop the problem
And that didn't stop there as another patient, an old stubborn man and his daughter came to the clinic. The old man was with a cough that was worrying his daughter, but the man refused to accept, saying that wasn't nothing. The problem was that the man didn't speak English very well and spoke only Ukrainian. His daughter had to translate to the doctor, but the man was stubborn and wasn't saying much. The doctor didn't know what to do, so he called Markus to give him a hand.
The moment Markus entered the room and got the file from his fellow medic, he surprised both the patient and his daughter with his
greetings
"Добрий ранок. Приємно познайомитися, пане Діткович (Good morning. Nice to meet you, Mr. Ditkovich) . Markus greets the older man in perfect Unkranian suprising The patient, his daughter and his fellow doctor
The Patient was shocked that he replied in kind, and before he knew it, he had Markus all about his synptomps, and Markus managed to diagnose that he was almost having a serious case of pneumonia, so Markus started to treat it immediately, and as he treated, both of them talked about a lot of things. Mr. Ditkovich didn't stop talking when Markus asked which soccer team he was a fan of, and before they knew time had passed, Markus had concluded the first session of the treatment, and by the end of it, Mr. Ditkovich wanted Markus to date his daughter. His daughter blushed but didn't oppose herself against it, as she had stared dreamily at Markus the whole time.
Markus respectfully declined the proposition with a bit of blush on his face. It wasn't like he was ugly in his past life, but having people hit on you is a bit different.
Huh, the burden of having a Young Keanu face is one that he is going to carry for the rest of his life.
And then word spread around the town about a handsome, dark-haired Young doctor who spoke a lot of languages and was doing almost miracles in the clinic.
And as such, all of the newcomers at the clinic arrived at the clinic and asked the same question.
"Is Doctor Asklepios in ?
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Markus Pov:
I think that I am finally undestand things now, until I got to the hospital today everything look like a dream but the moment that I was there helping I finally realeze that this is real, this isn't just a comic bgook or cartoon, this is real with real people that habe to live on a world full of gods and Monster and they will need help, I am going to be there to help
And after I finish my last patient and I am going to have my launch, I don't need to eat but it feels normal and will help me grounded on my humanaty
"Just aply this twice a day and the rashes will be gone ma'am." I say calmly to the panicked mother as she hold her son and give her the cream for her son
"Thank you so much Doctor." THe mother thanks Markus as she release a breath in relief that her son is all right
"It's all right ma'am, just doing my job, yeah all done you two a free to go, hey little fella listen to you mother and will be allright ok." I tells the little boy who give me a bright smile, the smile get's even bigger after I give him the winner lollipop
"bye Mr.Doctor." The liittle boy send me his godbyes as he abd his mother leave the examination room
I then clean the examination room and exits to have my lunch, I walk up to a nearby dinner and grab and sit on the nearby booth, no time later a waitress come up to me and write down my lunch ad goes back to kitchen
Today was really busy. The Joker sure did a number on this town.
"System."
[Yes, user?]
"I would like to login now, please."
[Login initlializing
Connecting to the Network
Login succesfuly
Login: First reward: [The All-Black the Necrosword]
And a beautiful sword with a long black blade appears on my right hand.
The Sword feel alive in my hand, I can feel her, she belongs to me, she is a part of me
And I quickly panicked and hid her below the table.
"SYSTEM!." I whisper/scream
[Yes, user?]
"WHY THE HELL IS THE ALL-BLACK HERE?!?"
[User...you just got her as your reward; are you well?]
"NO, THAT I GET IT, BUT WHAT ABout Knull?" My panic dies in the middle of my phrase, as I can feel my Gamer Mind activating.
[There is no need for fear, User; this All-Black has no connection whatsoever with Knull; this blade belongs exclusive only to you; the system has a security feature that no item or reward whatsoever gained can hurt the user.]
"That's good to know." I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding.
Then the waitress came to me, carrying my lunch. I put the sword even more under the table, and she put the lunch in front of me.
"Have a good appetite." She made me smile.
"Thank you." Then she leaves.
And I take the sword out. It is a beautiful masterpiece; the blade, the handle—everything feels perfect, and I can feel her; she is technically part of me. If I can take anything from the comics,
And the sensation of Power I get from having her on my hands is amazing; it is almost exactly the same feeling as when I got the Superman one-millimeter powers, but different and more Dark in nature.
From what I remember from the comics, this is a god or cosmic being killed by a sword, capable of killing gods and celestials and even cutting a planet in half.
It is always good to have a God-killing weapon. I just Hope that I will not need to use her soon.
And now I need to hide this, but how?
Wait
"Hey system?" I speak lowly.
[Yes, User?]
"How do I put a item on the inventory?""
[Simple User, imagine said item being moved to the inventory slot, and the item Will Go there.]
"All right, here goes nothing." I close my eyes and imagine the sword in the slot of my inventory, then I feel the sword dissipate from my hands.
I open my eyes and see in a digital window my inventory slots and the sword description.
The All-Black
The Necrosword
Item Level: Legendary
Lore: Created by the Lord of Abyss, Knull from the Blood of a Celestial, the All-Black is capable of mass destruction and is a High-Godly Tier Weapon capable of killing almost everything. The sword is permanently bonded with the User and is IMPOSSIBLE to separate.
Warning: Because this is a Log in reward, making copies from the inventory is IMPOSSIBLE.
Holy fuck
So this is the inventory; it looks pretty simple and straight forward, so any information that I get from the system can't be copied by the inventory, but other information can.
To test this I put my cellphone on it, then I took him out of the inventory. One was in my hands, but there were other in the inventory.
Nice, infinity itens
"Ok, system, carry on." I say to my system as I start to eat my food.
[Login initlializing
Connecting to the Network
Login succesfuly
Login Second Reward: [Merlin Infinity Magic from Nanatsu no Taizai]
I then feel something warm inside of me, similar to when I got the chakra but slightly different. Then It stops, and I feel different—powerful but also energized.
[Bonus reward, as [Infinity Magic] is resonated with [Chakra Network] and creates [Infinity Chakra].]
I almost choke on my food. Holy fuck, this is amazing. After I got the Chakra Network, I tested and discovered that I could do almost every justsu that I knew for a long period of time even with the Rinne-Sharigan active, but after a Lot of uses I would feel drained.
Nothing that a walk on the sunlight didn't fix, but now with this, my weeks are covered.
Ok, time for my last
[Login initlializing
Connecting to the Network
Login succesfuly
Login third reward: [ Medium Galvan intellect]
Then again, I felt my mind expand; I could feel that I could process much more information now
Its amazing
with my enhanced Kryptonian physiology I could already process a ton of information at an incredible speed, now it has skyrocketed to a whole new level. My brain keeps thinking and creating new things, and I know exactly how to create them.
I keep eating my lunch in thought.
Never in my entire life had a lunch come so amazing in my life.
I got a God-killing Sword, Got Infinity magic, and a chakra, and My IQ is basically the size of Burj Khalifa 999999999 times or 8e+14, and the food here is not that bad.
*Just a random fact for all of you, readers, Azmuth, the creater of the omnitrix have a IQ of 1e+30 or one nonillion, so MC have the IQ of a normal Galvan.*
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Third-person POV:
After that, Markus was back at work, stationed on the emergency
Healing, treating, and calming patients
If one of his colleagues or nurses needed any help or aid, he was there with them.
The clinic, which was helpless the day before, was now working like a well-oiled machine.
The people of Gotham were the most happy, and Markus was a hot topic in the city.
The young, half-Greek doctor who was saving lives left and right
After a good and busy first day, Markus shift was over. He was one of the first to arrive and the last to leave.
He and Leslie lock the clinic and leave, Markus accompanying the older woman to her car like a gentleman.
Then he started to walk home, which was to his apartment that he was renting for the time being. It was in a tough neighborhood, but Markus could handle it.
As he was walking into the night, a scent invaded his senses.
"Blood." Markus detects, using his super senses and a bit of super sight, what he was seeing in the UV spectrum and follows the dried blood on the ground.
He followed the Blood to a very Dark and isolated alley and saw where that blood was from.
"Look at what the Bat drags on."
Right in front of Markus, lying on a broken trash dump and bleeding from his chest, was the one and only
!!!Batman!!!
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*MUAHAHAHAHA, YES, I JUST DID A FILTHY CLIFFHANGER, I FUCKING HATE MYSELF
Yes I finally updated, Sorry for taking so long to write, I am really busy with my job and my exams
But I am still here
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Thank you for Reading !