The goddess Ora glanced down form the heavens. Board with the usually stories of human lives, she has seen the same things time and time again. But with this iteration of the world something Caught her eye.
SUPERHERO
In all of the other version of the world and had come and passes this was stood out. A whole new bread of beings. Beings form other words joining in on one planet. Granted not all the species, the little plant count hold all of them but a green lanter, marshal, Kryptonian, and a half god! A great mix all on it a own, but what really grabbed her attention was the human.
A little boys who's live on earth was smaller than a millisecond in the grand scheme of things.
He not only didn't have powers but was able to help so many people, and even...catch the heart of a half god.
"What if" she muttered to herself, "what if I shook things up a little. Test a theory."
She curled to herself. "Let's see if the things they say about some god making hums so hideous with two pares of eveythjng then diving is true."
She smiled, "What if I take this ideation...and what if I merge it with this time line! Ah! Beautiful!"
Ora clasped her hands. "Now let's she what happens. I wonder if they will find each other again."
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Little Bruce stood looking at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand thought his hair to get the right part and to mat down any flyaways. Then he moved to his little tie then his starched collar.
All ready he burst down the hall. He rushed bad the living room where a woman was sitting.
"Bruce." The woman called out.
Bruce pokes his head in the door way.
"You know your not to rin in the house."
"Yes mom." He hung his head low. But right as he was out of sight he sprinted again.
When he needed his fathers study he stopped and started to tip toe. Quietly he huddled the door frame only going so far as to get catch a glimps of his father in his study.
"Bruce." His dads voice boomed. "It's rude to lurk in doorways."
Brice walked in.
His dad removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I could use a break." He sighed.
Bruce's expression dropped. "Did you forget?"
"Forget what?" His dad smirked. He track in his desk and pulled out a pair of goggles. "That We are going flying today?"
Bruce looked to the far wall. A cork board full of papers or superhero's. Men with huge muscles and weird powers and capes. Colorful cloths and symbols on their chests.
"We are going flying today!!!!" Bruce jumled around.
"Alfred prépare the plane."
"Yes master Thomas." Alfred appeared, bowed, and disappeared agian.
The whole Wayne family stood in the launch pad. Bruce's dad has his hands on his hips, "What a fine air craft."
Bruce's mom put her hand on his chou-fleur and planted a kiss on his head. "I want both of you to be carful. With the war going on I don't what you two flying into any cross fire. I want to be able to see you at all times, even when Yoruba tiny speck in the sky."
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