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Walking Right Down the Middle of Gotham



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At the start of a normal day, you walk down to the public transportation center and get onto the normal type of passenger car for your world. The trip to the station near your destination is going the same as always until there's a rumbling on the track. Everything turns to darkness and the transportation crew addresses passengers' concerns:

"Attention ladies and gentlemen! There has been a hazard on the track and we will return to normal function as soon as possible."


The intercom clicks off and the passenger car starts up, again, slowly. It seems that everything is fine until there's a flash of blue light. The car rockets along for a few minutes and brings itself to a sudden halt, with the doors banging open a moment later.

As you get up, you realize that there's no one remaining in your car but there are others waiting on the platform outside. Taking a look around the car makes you realize that this wasn't even the car that you stepped into at the station.

Where in the heck were you?

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Spoiler! :
Peter Parker: Yes, that's an alias.

Peter looks like he's somewhere in his teens, but his age isn't especially clear. In some lights, he could pass for a very young adult. In other lights, he could pass for a mature and tall sixteen year old. He's currently dressed in a plain black t-shirt, gray cargo pants, combat boots, and brown leather jacket. His eyes are bright green; some have said that they glow when he gets emotional, but Peter has absolutely no idea what you're talking about. His hair is just as unusual as his eyes: it's black and messy, but has a little streak of white in the front.

Peter's on the tall side. And while he isn't exactly stocky, it's clear that he has a decent amount of muscles underneath his shirt.

He also has a backpack on.


It was the early hours of the morning. Walking down the streets of Gotham, Peter was reminded of exactly why it was a terrible idea to pull all-nighters. To any passerby, he probably looked like a typical college student: dark circles underneath the eyes, frequent yawning, and a bag filled with books on his back. But the bag wasn't actually filled with books - it was filled with guns, a mask, and his trusty helmet.

He also wasn't a college student anymore, despite feeling very much like one.

It was a good thing Ian was over at Sabrina's. It was the weekend, too, so he could afford to get home late and crash throughout the day. Sabrina had already said she wasn't going to make him work the weekends in her bookstore so he could get some rest - and spend some time with Ian. After he caught some sleep, he'd definitely have to fulfill that last part.

Yawning again, he stepped off of the station and into the train. He had never understood why Gotham had trains running above ground instead of below, but Peter was too tired to think about that now.

The train car suddenly became dark.

There would have been a general state of panic if it was any later in the day, but it was too early for people to be questioning why something like that would happen.

Peter's nonexistent spidey sense was starting to tingle.

Then he heard a voice over the speaker:

"Attention ladies and gentlemen! There has been a hazard on the track and we will return to normal function as soon as possible."


He groaned and tried to peek out the window. What kind of hazard were they talking about? It was Gotham - it could have been some kind of criminal lingering on the tracks, or just a regular malfunction.

But as soon as the announcement was made, the train started up again.

There was a flash of blue light.

Suddenly the car was empty, even though Peter was sure there had been at least one other passenger in there with him. The train car started moving faster than it normally would have. Peter struggled to keep his balance, digging through his backpack with increasing urgency.

By the time that the train came to a screeching halt, his mask was secure on his face, and his helmet was on his head. He added a gun underneath his jacket for good measure. But it was the helmet he was the most grateful for - he was sure it would have hurt when he went tumbling to the floor after the sudden stop.

The doors to the train swung open.

He glanced around the car as he got to his feet.

...It didn't look anything like the one he had just been in.

He glanced back out at the station.

Taking a deep breath - and preparing for the worst - he left the car.

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This is what his helmet looks like, by the way!

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Name: Holly Veronica Beacon
What does she look like?: Well, Holly has dyed red hair, red enough to be easily recognized as unnatural. Her hair goes down to about her mid-torso, and is naturally straight. She usually wears jean jackets, jeans, and some sort of T-shirt. Sometimes it has words on it, sometimes it doesn't. She also always wears sneakers, despite what her mother says about her "needing to dress up better." Holly loves her mom, but they don't agree about clothes.

She's wearing a dark blue backpack here, as a high school senior, which is weighed down with books, her laptop and charger, and a recorder (the instrument) that she always carries around. Holly has powers, you see? It involves her playing music and making other people do things. I think you get where I'm going, right?

She lives in an alternate dimension called Cycles, in a big city called Crossington. She takes the city train every day because she can't afford a car. She still lives with her parents, only because she can't afford an apartment and isn't sure she wants a roommate. She likes privacy, and therefore keeps her things to herself. She's usually chill, but she can get a temper if she gets exasperated. One of the things she gets exasperated with is people asking to see her stuff when she doesn't want to show them.


Holly hated the city train.

Well, she didn't hate the train itself. It was clean and had plenty of seats and sometimes it even smelled nice. The people on it usually didn't bother her. And if they did, Holly had recorder in her backpack. She hadn't had to reveal herself in that way yet, but she was ready to if it was absolutely necessary.

No, she hated the city train because she had to take it. If she could afford to ride in a car to school every day, she would take the opportunity, hands down. But instead she had to wake up at 6:30 every day, drag herself to the train station on time at 7:15, and wait 20 whole minutes before she actually got to the stop near her school. And her school didn't even open until 8:15. So she'd be stuck waiting outside of the doors for at least 35 minutes more, because the train got to the stop at 7:35 sharp, and it was a five minute walk from there to the school building. She'd take another train line, but they were even farther from her house. She might even have to get up even earlier.

If Holly had a car, no problem. She'd just waltz out of bed at 7:15 (or even later!), have a leisurely morning, and then high school just as it was opening. But no. Her parents only had one car to share, because they took the train a lot, too. And they of course wouldn't let her borrow it. Because what are parents for?

So once again, at 7:20, Holly was riding on the train, sitting down in one of the seats, and resting her head on her backpack. The worst part of a twenty-minute train ride was that she couldn't fall asleep. 20 minutes was just enough time to be annoying and just too little time to give Holly some merciful rest.

Then suddenly, the train shook. Holly lurched forward, suddenly suffocated by canvas backpack. She could feel her recorder through the material, smooshed up against her nose.

And then suddenly, everything went dark.

Attention ladies and gentlemen! There has been a hazard on the track and we will return to normal function as soon as possible, a pleasant voice came out from the speakers from the roof of the train. People were starting to murmur around Holly as she reoriented herself. She looked up, around. The sun was barely coming through the windows because it was a fall morning, and the sun had just barely started to rise. And then suddenly the lights in the windows went out, too.

Holly rocketed to her feet. What the heck is going on?!

And then, just as suddenly, the train started up again. Holly felt it move under her feet and she fell back into her chair.

In front of her, springing out of the darkness, was an all-encompassing blue light. Holly yelped and held a hand to her face, but the light still seeped through. And the train shuddered to a full halt, throwing Holly forward. She barely managed to catch herself.

Slowly, the lights on the train flickered on. The car was no longer pristine and clean, with a fresh scent in the air. There were seats and handles and everything, but the car was definitely different.

And there was no one with her.

What the actual heck?! Holly rushed to a window. Not Crossington. Not any station she knew. People there, but no one she recognized.

She stepped back, fumbling with her bag. She'd been teleported, somehow, maybe even by someone. Maybe it was the magic of Crossington acting up. Maybe she was in the Magi Cycle somewhere. She didn't know.

She could be anywhere.

As the doors opened, she managed to twist her recorder out of her backpack and close back up the zipper while she stumbled out into the unknown location. The people who got into the train... she didn't know where they were from. If they had powers, if they didn't. If they were lawmakers or doctors or thugs or criminals. She could be walking next to a potential serial killer and she wouldn't know it.

She staggered away from the train and watched as it took off down the tracks, off to another unknown location. Now Holly really had no way of getting home.

She fingered her recorder. It was painted bright red, like her hair. She didn't know if she should use it. She didn't know what would happen if she tried.

Here, wherever here was, nothing was certain.
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Spoiler! :

Name: Flynn Hardy.
description: Black long and smooth hair that covers much of his right eye. Dark blue eyes that mesmerize most men and women who are on the search (basically he's a player almost all the time.) Always in a black shirt buttoned till his chest, revealing his collar bone, and black jeans and black keds.

He's very dangerous if messed with. His martial arts and agility are almost unmatched.


Flynn never cared about anything. If he wanted to get on a train, he did, and if he didn't he didn't! Just like today. He got on a train expecting to reach downtown like any other day but well, things happen.....

Before he even knew, the train began to stop, everything turned dark and there was an announcement.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen! There has been a hazard on the track and we will return to normal function as soon as possible."

Everything was normal again. There was a sudden blue flash and the train began to move. The train stopped and the doors opened.

As he got up, he realized that there was nobody in the train anymore. Just him, and some people outside on the platform.
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The detective sat at their desk in the Gotham Hall, drinking a cup of severely sweetened coffee as they watched the subway footage for flashes of light. Their little invitation had been courtesy of a criminal invention taken off the back of a truck headed for Star Labs. They knew that those scientists wouldn’t miss such a little portal machine and the detective needed someone to come work their case.

Three unsuspecting citizens of different universes had been brought into their web so far but the spider wasn’t quite ready to collect its prey. The detective set up the cameras to follow the new sleuths around and then went out to meet them on their own.

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Two other people had stepped onto the platform now.

Both of them looked normal. The first one had a recorder dangling around her neck, while the second was...

...Peter wasn't really sure how to describe him. Maybe he was trying to be seductive. That was a seductive kind of appearance, right? After staring at him from behind his helmet for another few moments, Peter decided that he didn't have the foggiest idea if the outfit was intentional or not.

He also decided that, as of right now, putting on the helmet might not have been the best idea. Combined with his height, outfit, and the fact that there was only three people counting him currently at the station, it made him stick out like a sore thumb.

And look overly intimidating.

He'd wait another minute before saying something. If the other two stayed silent, he'd start the conversation. One of them had to know what was going on, right?
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The detective arrived at the subway station slower than they wanted but they couldn’t turn their sirens on. Any sudden movements might make this other realmers scatter and then they wouldn’t be able to accomplish their goals.
They strolled down to the platform where the three - still only three - visitors were waiting. The sleuth was tempted to duck behind something for cover before remembering that they were an officer of the law.
No matter the type of villain they might be in their hobby time.
They strolled up to one of the confused members of the group and said, “I’m a police officer. Is there anything I can do for you, confused citizens?”

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He stiffened.

Police and vigilantes didn't have the best relationship. Batman, of course, was close to Commisoner Gordon, but they had been working together for years. The police had barely any information on the newest vigilante that had started wandering Gotham's streets.

And Peter had to play up the dangerous card. It was what he was supposed to do - even if he hated coming across as a threat.

...But this police officer oddly wasn't phased by him.

Even though his outfit should have set off warning bells anywhere outside of Gotham, too. He knew he couldn't be in Gotham right now. It didn't look like Gotham. Maybe he was in another city on his world, or some alternate-

He stared at a newspaper fluttering across the ground in front of him.

...It said Gotham Gazette on it.

He frantically glanced up at the police officer. Was he really in another version of Gotham? He had to be, right? Why else would the newspaper saw that and the city look so unfamiliar?

How was he supposed to get back to Ian? He didn't even know what world he was supposed to be on right now! He could feel the beginnings of a panic attack setting in, but he had to fight it if he wanted to get back to him.

He pulled his helmet off. He was grateful he had slipped a red domino mask on underneath the helmet back when he was still on the train. He wasn’t sure if he was recognizable here. Did he even exist in this reality?

...He couldn't risk it. He couldn’t risk someone seeing his face and knowing who he was. With his luck, he would have a counterpart here - who was still very much alive.

"I'm good," Peter said, giving an awkward smile as he tucked his helmet underneath his arm. "But thank you for the offer."

He needed to find the manor.

He needed to find Bruce.
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