A man from our world who was a doctor dies, and for some unknown reason he finds himself in the DC Universe, locked inside a medieval cell in an island full of women who hate his guts and with an OP System.
Watch how he helps his favorite heroes hea...
A beautiful silver 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 modified made his way towards the reception on the City Hall parking spot, where thousands of the most rich and famous of Gotham were leaving their cars and entering.
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It's stopped at the entrance, drawing the attention of everybody who is drinking in such a beautiful car.
And from it came the most hot topic Gotham has been for 2 weeks. The young Doctor Markus Asklepios and awarded of the night
It's the first time that he has appeared in a public setting, as he never gave his interview after the Miracolus surgery, as it is being called.
He has been talked about even in the news; his handsome looks and his growing reputation as a doctor are really boosting his image even further.
Markus walks out of his car, gives his keys to the vehicle with a very hefty tip, walks up to the passenger seat, and, like a gentleman, opens the door for his date. and from there came out Doctor Leslie Thompkins wearing a high-class, conservative black dress.
Markus offers his arm to Leslie, and they enter the party while ignoring the press questions and the flashes of photos.
As they enter the city hall, they see a lot of guests already meangling while waitresses walk around carrying glasses of champaing. Leslie grabs one as they walk around.
The eyes of all of the guests are set on them.
"That's what I told you!" Markus whined to Leslie.
Leslie laughs quietly at his antics.
"Oh, come one, it can be that bad," Leslie says to Markus.
"It's that bad!" Markus tells her "Those over there are looking at me to get a couple of pictures to get a boost to their reputations, probably politicians," Markus points at a group of some slimy older men.
"Those over there are glaring at me like I killed their puppies-probably some high-end doctors who are not liking how a 'newbie' is being more famous than them." Markus points at another group that has been glaring at him since he entered.
"How can you know that?" Leslie asked him, shocked at how he was right. She recognized some people from both groups.
Marcus points lazily at the politicians.
"Those over there are not drinking Champaing but whiskey; I didn't see a bar, so it means that they have power enough to be able to drink what they want; they are more isolated from the others, but they choose that, and the waiters bow their heads every time they serve their drinks," Markus explains boredly.
Markus then points at the other group.
"One of them has a ring that only the valedictorian from Harvard gained from graduating, and that over there, glaring at my soul, looked at his Pager a couple minutes ago," Markus again boredly said.
