Chapter 1-Let It All Begin

Themyscira. 2800 BC.

"Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει! Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει! Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει!"

The chants would be heard from miles away. Sailors could hear it from miles away and would either mistake it for the sound of seagulls or retell the experience in the form of stories and myths.

The lush, tropical island was surrounded in a hazy mist, enchanted to prevent others from discovering its location. Waves sprayed across the grand cliffs that stood above the blue ocean as within the heart of the island, a gathering was occurring.

Women of all sorts gathered at a small rocky hill in the middle of a canyon, clouds of mist surrounding the rocky chasms. Most of them were dressed in ancient armor, some fresh and golden while others rusty from years of fighting. They beat their spears onto the ground as the chant grew even lounder. They were in formation, lining up at the sides of the hill as a glorious woman walked forward, women in dark robes following behind her, marching up the stairs of the hill.

The leader of the group wore a furry cloak made of lion skin, silver armor covering her body and a bright, white crown wrapping around her head. She had light brown hair and olive-brown skin, a stern look on her face as she looked ahead.

At the top of the stony hill was a marble temple, small and quaint, with only a few small pillars that shouldn't have lasted this long. The group of women slowly edged closer to the temple, removing ceremonial braziers and candles from their cloaks. Once they finally reached the top, they placed their braziers next to the pillars.

Another one of the women appeared, a flaming stick in hand as she lit the braziers and blew off the torch. The cloaked women and the girl with the torch walked back down as their leader stood at the top, turning around to face her brethren.

"Amazons of Themyscira, my sisters, the time has come", she spoke, "For years, we have prayed for a savior, prayed for protection from our enemies, prayed for a divine gift from the gods to guard this island and our way of life. Some of you may believe that our prayers fall on deaf ears, that the gods no longer remember our service to them and have abandoned us. But my sisters, can you not feel it? The winds of change? The longer days and the shorter nights? The lack of storms and the sunnier skies? The gods are preparing something for us...and it will be glorious. My Amazons, let the angels of the sky and the demons below know the truth. Let them hear our cries of battle. Let them know that we have a protector."

She looked to the sky as the chants grew louder.

"Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει! Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει! Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει!"

The sun shone brighter and the wind blowed stronger, her cloak flying behind her. The queen smiled as she basked the golden rays of light, feeling something within her.

"Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει! Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει! Αφήστε το να ξεκινήσει!"

All of a sudden, the ground behind the queen lifted up, a perfect, large rectangle of marble shining in the light. Its silver beauty caused the women to gasp in surprise, some even backing away in fear. The temple began to rumble slightly, the queen stood her ground.

Out of nowhere, from the sky, something flew straight into the temple, a burst energy erupting and dust spraying everywhere. The energy burst hit the Amazons, all of them falling to the ground unconscious as blue power sparked around the area.

After an hour or so, the group of women finally got up, trying to shrug off the pain. Some of the soldiers were able to struggle to their feet and tried to run to the hill, screaming for their leader. Clouds of black dust still covered the landscape

One of the soldiers ran ahead, "My lord?! MY LORD?!"

They searched through the dust, trying to find their lord. The clouds were too deep to see through anything and they felt fear grip their hearts.

Was their queen gone?

"Calm yourself, Antiope. I am alright."

Antiope gasped, looking over to where she heard the voice. The soldiers edged towards to where they heard the voice, swords ready. What came from the dust shocked them.

Their queen walked out of the dust, completely unharmed by whatever struck the temple. She was beaming with joy as she carried something in her arm, something bundled in a red cloak. Crying was heard as Antiope quickly ran over to see what her sister was holding.

It was a child.

An infant baby...made of stone and clay.

She looked human for the most part, with light brown skin and small limbs. Her skin looked both human and inanimate at the same time, an odd shiny glare on her skin. She cried her lungs (?) out as she gripped onto the queen, who was smiling at her.

The Amazons' eyes widened, "M...My lord…?"

Hippolyta smiled, "My sisters, I present to you our savior….the protector of Themyscira."

Days passed as the vessel soared through space. After a week, the vessel finally entered the Solar System, targeting the third planet to the sun. The vessel slowed down as the ship began to light up from the inside.

Inside the ship was a small orb, glowing bright blue. It was perfectly round and small, staying still for the entire ride.

An odd noise rung out from the orb as it shook violently, its DNA being rewritten.

After a minute, the orb slowly turned into a screaming, crying human infant.

Smallville, Kansas. 1977.

The couple ran over to where they heard the explosion. Flashlights in hand, they ran through the crop fields, scared by what they'd find.

They were a young couple, wearing simple rural clothing. The husband had tanned skin, clearly of hispanic descent, with dark hair and a lantern-shaped jaw. He wore a red shirt with blue overalls.

The woman had light brown hair and bright skin, wearing a collar shirt. She looked around the area, wondering where that odd meteor they saw falling from the sky landed.

"JONATHAN!", the woman shouted, "OVER HERE!"

Jonathan quickly ran over to where his wife, Martha, was pointing. He lost his breath the second he saw it, "Dear god."

Right in front of them was a vessel, steam billowing from the metal. Smoke billowed from the charred ground, a large crater being formed by the rocket's landing.

The couple warily walked closer to the vessel, Jonathan guarding his wife in fear.

"What in God's name is this?", Martha asked in fear.

"I have no idea", Jonathan answered, "But be careful. We have no idea what this is."

Suddenly, the top of the rocket began to peel back, causing the couple to jump back.

"What the-?!", Jonathan yelled in shock. He quickly handed the flashlight to his wife and prepared to fight whatever was in there.

"WAAAAAAAHHHH! WAAAAAAAHHHH!"

The two looked up, confused.

"Is that...Is that a baby?", Martha asked, both scared and confused. The two looked at one another and carefully walked towards the ship, looking inside to see a crying child, swaddled in blue and red cloth.

"How in the he-How is that possible?", Jonathan wondered confused.

"It's a...a baby boy?", Martha spoke up confused.

"What the hell is this?", Jonathan asked, "Some sort of….government thing? Maybe the Russians?"

Martha began to reach over to pick up the child before Jonathan quickly grabbed her arm, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Martha?!"

"Jon, it's a child! He's crying!", Martha shouted in defense.

"We don't even know where it came from! We don't even know if it's a real child!", Jonathan cried out in protest.

"Jonathan, don't be a fool!", Martha pushed her husband off of her and proceeded to lift up the boy, rocking it back and forth. "Shhhh. Shhshhshh! There there. Calm down now, it's okay. It's okay."

The baby began to stop crying, finally settling down and falling back to sleep. Martha smiled, watching the child doze off.

"Ohh, he looks so cute!", Martha smiled, "Jonny, you have to see him, dear! He looks so adorable?...Jonathan?"

Martha looked over her shoulder and was surprised to see her husband dragging the ship out of the crater, grunting heavily.

"JONATHAN!"

"WHAT?! We can make a lot of money with this down at Walton's!"

After Jonathan finally placed the rocket at the back of his truck and placed a tarp over it, the two drove off, Martha still holding the baby.

"Okay, I say we go to the station, drop the child off, and then head back to the house", Jonathan decided, "Would you stop cradling the baby?"

Martha ignored her husband, continuing to rock the child back and forth. The child looked up at the woman and, unless Martha's eyes were tricking them, the child smiled.

"Jonathan", Martha finally spoke after five minutes driving, "Remember when we went to Doctor Jamie...When we checked to see if we could…"

Jonathan looked over at his wife and sighed, frowning, "Yeah...I remember…"

"...What if this is a gift for us? A second chance?"

"What are you talki-The kid? What are you trying to say?"

They finally entered the parking lot of the police station and stopped the truck. Jonathan rubbed his eyes, trying to understand what his wife was suggesting.

"...We don't even know if the kid has any parents, Jonny. What if it turns out nobody knows who he is? They could send him off to the orphanage or foster care. What type of life is that, to live without a mother or father?"

"We don't even know if we're ready for this. This is a kid we're talking about here. A kid we found in a rock-You know what, don't mention the rocket, we can't explain that, but how are we supposed to take care of him? How do we even know he's human?!"

"Jonathan….when your father left…"

"Jesus Christ, don't start."

"When your father left, you remember how you felt. You remember feeling alone, as if no one was listening to you, as if you had nobody."

"I had my momma."

"Well, this boy may not even have a mother, Jonathan! What he'd go through would be even worse! Worse than that!"

Jonathan was quiet for a few minutes before speaking, "You really think that this is the right thing to do, Martha?"

"Jonathan, if you had a heart, you wouldn't need me to tell you that", Martha said before holding her husband's hand. Jonathan looked down at the child, watching as it began to giggle. He slowly reached over and picked it up, seeing something in the baby's eyes: a little bit of himself.

Jonathan sighed, "I swear, Martha, this better be worth it."

Gotham City, New Jersey. 1986.

It seemed like a typical night in the city, once again police sirens rung throughout the city and red and blue lights flashing everywhere.

A police car arrived at the small area of the city known by some as Crime Alley. Two men exited the vehicle, one of them being a young man with messy brown hair and a mustache. He wore a police uniform and was clearly a new guy. He looked up and saw what was going on, his eyes widening.

In front of him were two bodies, forensics busy photographing them. The rookie waltzed around the caution tape and looked at the bodies, quickly recognizing the two.

The corpses were of a man and a woman, both seeming to be in their late 30s or early 40s. The man had neatly done hair and a mustache, his eyes facing the woman next to them. He wore a blood-soaked tuxedo under a brown coat. The woman seemed to be younger, wearing a black coat and a broken white necklace around her neck, white pearls surrounding her. The rookie faltered, realizing who they were.

Thomas and Martha Wayne, the beloved family of Gotham.

"Jesus", he muttered. The Waynes were dead. The richest family in the city have passed. How this could affect the city was unimaginable. The rookie looked around the crime scene, trying to comprehend what was going down. That's when he saw the boy.

He was young with dark black, combed hair and a blanket wrapped around his thin, frail body. Tears were flowing down his eyes as he stared off into nothing, not making a single noise. The man interviewing the child wasn't able to get any of his questions answered from the child and simply walked off, frustrated. The rookie watched and made sure no one was looking before walking over to the boy, kneeling down in front of him.

"Umm...Do you need anything right now, kid?", the rookie asked, "Anything?"

The kid didn't respond, barely even acknowledging the man's existence.

"...Okay, I understand", the rookie nodded, "...When I was a kid, my father was killed. We were just driving around and he didn't even see the man crash right into the car….It was tough, seeing this incredible man be killed by some worthless idiot, it was hard to even believe...When it happened, I didn't know what to do, but...I just had to keep going, keep fighting...I know this may sound stupid to you, but if we're going to catch the man who did this, we need you to tell us what happened."

The boy still didn't respond, still staring off into space. The rookie nodded before walking off when suddenly..

"Bruce."

The rookie turned around and walked back, "What, son?"

"Bruce. My name is Bruce."

The rookie smiled, "..Nice to meet you, Bruce. I'm Jim."

...

Central City, Missouri. 1997.

Everything in the house was crashing. Every object was spinning around the living room in a cyclone of insanity. Yellow and red light shined everywhere, as if a storm was happening right in the middle of the house.

A young boy with brownish-black hair watched as his mother screamed in the middle of the room, random shards of glass and wood slicing at her skin. The child screamed as he saw what looked like a yellow bolt of lightning spinning around his home, slowly killing his mother.

The mother, in the middle of being killed, tried to find the strength to lift her head and up and look at her child, "BARRY! RUN!" Suddenly, the cyclone stopped and the bolt stopped moving. In less than a second, every single object that was spinning around the place stopped moving and was placed down in their original positions, as if nothing happened. In less than a second, the bolt of lightning disappeared.

In less than a second, his mother was suddenly lying on her back, looking up at the ceiling, a shard of glass sticking out from her belly.

"MOM!", the boy screamed, running to his mother to help. He ran to her, only to not even be in the living room the second he blinked his eyes.

He was somehow in the middle of the street, a full five miles away from his house. He turned around trying to see where he was when he saw it. For a split second, he saw it.

It wasn't a man. It didn't even look a person. It looked a demon straight out of hell, a blur of pure energy. The creature stood right there but it was also constantly moving at the same time. A living creature of yellow and red electricity. And its eyes...pure scarlet bolts of lightning. The child swore that he could hear the freak screeching with laughter before it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

Scared and desperate to save his mother, he started running. Running as fast as he could.

He saw police cars pass right by him, none of them even acknowledging his existence. Tears fell off of his face as he finally reached his house, his feet scratched from running.

Cops were everywhere around the house, yellow tape being placed around the place. Barry watched as his father was dragged out of the house and thrown into a police car.

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO! I DIDN'T DO IT! PLEASE!", he screamed. Blood covered his white shirt as he banged on the window of the car.

"DAD!", Barry screamed, "DAD!"

He ran to the car, trying to open the door before some of the cops ran up and dragged him away.

"DAD!"

"BARRY!", the man shouted, "Barry, I need you to listen to me! You have to stay calm! Stay calm, Barry!"

"LET ME GO! LET HIM GO! DAD!", Barry screamed.

"Barry, everything is going to be fine! Everything is going to be okay!", the child's father shouted, "Just let the men do their job and everything will be fine!"

"PLEASE, DAD! NO!"

The car started up and began to drive away.

"STAY SAFE, BARRY! I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT! I LOVE YOU AND SO DOES YOUR MOTHER!"

The car drove off as the young child tried to run after it, "DAD! DAD!"

Suddenly, someone grabbed the boy and pulled him close. He was a middle-aged officer, with dark skin and a beard. On his coat was a police badge and on his belt was a small pistol.

"It's okay, Barry. It's okay."

"Dad, no", Barry whimpered, falling to the ground and crying.

D.E.O. Headquarters. 1998.

"Stay calm...Stay calm…"

The man walked through the hallways, looking around. Thoughts flooded his mind as he tried to understand what he was getting himself into. He was an...African-American (Apparently, this world classifies their species by heritage. Odd but no different from Mars.) He was nearing his 50s (No one here knew his official age. This may make things difficult.) And he was...the head of this department of...extra-normal operations (...Damn, this will not be simple.)

(Especially since I was the target of one of those operations)

"Director Henshaw."

The man turned to see one of the workers salute him before walking away. The man raised his eyebrows in surprise. Sign of respect. Must get used to that. Must learn how to react to it.

He passed others before entering a large room, glowing silver and blue. He saw an enormous screen filled with maps and data. He saw men and women of all shapes and sizes walking around working. Some were grouped around a large table in the center. Others carried weapons to their rightful locations. Their thoughts, their ideas flooded his mind. He nearly fainted before he exited the room. He entered a small room where he could compose himself. He rubbed his temple before morphing back to his true form.

His eyes glowed red and his skin became green. His forehead grew incredibly large and his mouth disappeared entirely from his face. Red tattoos covered his green face, one on his chin, on going down his forehead, and two above each cheek. The back of his head and the sides of his neck were translucent, allowing the organs of the creature to be visible. Spikes lined the back of his neck, going down to the center of his back. He would've grown out of his clothes if he hadn't stopped shapeshifting. Before anyone saw him, he quickly shifted back, now regaining the energy to stay in this human form.

Stay calm...Stay calm...For the sake of others…

Amnesty Bay, Maine. 2000.

The sunset was spectacular, especially when you see it from the cliffsides of the beach. The hues, the colors, they truly gave the ocean life and beauty. For a minute, Arthur felt as though he could forget about all of his troubles and simply relax. But how could he relax when he just lost the only family he had left. His own father.

The man was tall, with a short beard and a ponytail draping down his back. He had tanned skin and strands of blonde hair mixing with inky black hair. His eyes were almost luminescent, looking almost alien. He looked out into the ocean, thinking deeply about what must be done. He had no future in this world. No one to care about here.

Arthur sighed,"I can't do this."

Behind him was a short, old man with greying hair, his face wrinkled from years of living.

"And why not?"

"Vulko, I don't belong down there. I don't want to rule a nation. I don't want to live in a place where I'll be discriminated because of my own father! I don't want any of this!"

"Arthur, how can you simply throw all of this away?", Vulko asked.

"Why would I want to be surrounded by people who hate people who are different and never leave their own world?!"

"That is the exact reason why you must do this! The kingdom doesn't believe in change or progression, which is why you must lead them to it!"

"HOW?!", Arthur yelled, "I can't lead anyone and I can't help anyone! All my life I've been trying to help others and do good and what has that gotten me?! A city that thinks I'm a freak, a friend who tries to betray me, AND NO FATHER ! I'm through with this life! I'm done, Vulko!"

Arthur walked past Vulko and walked straight down the hill.

Vulko called out to him, "ARTHUR, IF YOU DO THIS, THEN YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED EVERYONE!"

"THEN LET THEM BE DISAPPOINTED FOR ALL I CARE!"

South Pacific Ocean. 2006.

The man was silent for the longest time. He couldn't look at him. Couldn't look at the thing staring at him. He couldn't throw it off of the raft either like he did with the other body. This thing, as horrid as it was, he couldn't simply desert it.

How can a boy throw his own father's corpse into the ocean?

The man was young, with long brownish-blonde hair and a beard. His eyes were weary from weeks of floating around in the ocean, with no food, no water, and no one to help him.

This is it, Oliver thought to himself, This is how I die…. I can't say that I don't deserve it.

Oliver has always treated his life as some pathetic game. Spending his parents' money, getting drunk, and treating women as simple play toys for his own pleasure.

Maybe this was God's sick way of showing the consequences of his actions. Taking away his home. Taking away the sister of his girlfriend (Dear God, will Laurel ever know what happened to her sister). Taking away his family…He'll never see his mother, Thea,...Dad...This is it.

This is how he would die.

*THUMP!*

Oliver looked up to see that his raft has just bumped into a giant rock in the middle of the sea. He was about to go lay back down when he noticed that there were more rocks everywhere. He looked farther into the horizon and actually saw something good.

An island. It was large and mountainous, tropical plants covering much of the island. It was a few miles away and surrounded by hazardous rocks.

Oliver's eyes perked up. This...this was it. This was what he had to do. He couldn't die like this. He couldn't die today.

The frail man slowly got up and used his skinny hands to paddle towards the island.

I'm not dying today. Not like this.

Outer area of the Solar System. 2010.

Two green blurs soared straight through the cosmos, flying around the entire system as if they were searching for something.

"Are you sure this is where it was, Hal?"

"I'm telling you, Johnny. I know it was around here!"

"Well, if the Guardians believe it escaped-"

"John, listen, first rule of being a Green Lantern, try not to put too much credit into what the Guardians say. Those guys have been wrong before."

"Whatever, man. Let's just hope that this...thing doesn't reach home."

Okay, so this was a pretty slow chapter, I know, but it's supposed to show how this world is different from the typical DC stories and what's changed. It also helps show how these characters got their beginnings and what they've gone through in the past.

A lot of this is inspired by my redesigns from my Deviantart page, cbkl3082, which basically is a bit of a mix of many different versions of the classic characters while still being its own thing. You'll get a better understanding of this in the next chapter.

Hope you guys like it and please review!