Justice Calls

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Previously:
"The clone only suffered a momentary lapse in focus, he is fine," a voice said.

"How? He is the clone mix of Superman, the Martian and Batman, at least two of the three have too much brain power to loose focus," another voice said.

"He was only first awoken two minutes ago," the first voice said. "He is getting used to his bearings. Cadmus' new weapon will be ready for orders momentarily."

Weapon? Clone? That sounds like I was made to be a tool. A pawn. No thank you. Ten seconds here and I already need to get out of here. With the body. If I leave this body behind, which I suspect will happen, they willl have their 'weapon' anyways.

For this next chapter, just know that I AM NOT FOLLOWING THE TIME LINE IN THE SHOW. It's a fanfiction, I can do that. Get over it.

What am I doing right now? How am I doing? What mess have I gotten myself into this time?

All good questions. All questions I imagine my family would ask if they could call me on a phone or something.

How would I answer?

Oh, I'm going for a nice run right now. I'm doing great, I love my life right now. Love it. Mess? Would I get into a different mess every time we talked? Me? What about Leo, huh? They guy needs a fire extinguisher everywhere he goes.

...

Okay, fine. I'm in a mess. My run also isn't as nice as it sounds.

I got out of Cadmus just fine. Which I found out was a scientific base specifically working on genetic altering. Using the superhero genes from this world. Like Superman.

Yeah, Superman is in this universe. And Batman and the Martian and Aquaman and best of all...Wonder Woman!

She was my mom's favorite growing up and from her fangirl rants, I grew to love her as well.

Anyways, why am I still running if I got out of Cadmus? Well, funny story, really. See, I was walking down the street when I heard the classic punching in the ally way. Next thing I know, I'm being chased through the streets by Batman and his protégé.

Come to think of it, why am I running? These are the good guys for Hades sake.

Maybe.

I could have stepped into a dimension where everyone is bad.

Then again, I'm in Gotham.

My eyes rolled and I stopped running without warning. Found myself in a grave yard. Of course. Putting my hands up, I spun around to face them.

"Look, I don't know why you're chasing me but I assure you, I didn't do anything wrong," I said calmly.

"Then why did you run?" Batman asked.

I couldn't help it anymore, I dropped my hands. "Oh, by Zeus' master bolt and Hades' underpants, this is actually happening!" I did a little hop on my toes. "Wait, is it? Am I sure I'm not dreaming? I can't be, my dreams are a lot more personal and way less cool-but..." I eyed the man and his protégé in front of me. "Just to make sure this is not a dream, can I touch one of your capes or something?"

"What?" The shorter one was surprised. Judging from his lack of puns and height, I'd have to say he was Damien. I don't know everything about the DC world-never could get through reading the comics-but I got the gist.

"Sorry, you might feel more comfortable by punching me or something," I said, still not believing what was going on. "I can't pinch myself; I've done that in my sleep before and I didn't wake up so it needs to be something else. Hey, you're not Drake, right? I'd figured out you weren't Nightwing or Red Hood simply from your silence but Red Robin is only a little taller than you when he was that age so I'm not sure. Or I could be thinking about the story Nico showed me where a fan wrote something about Red Robin's tallness. That was a weird story, let me tell you. Wait, I haven't answered your question yet have I?"

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