Civilian: He's dead. Did anyone see what happened? Did anyone see who killed him?
New York City. A man laid in the middle of the street, dead. No blood. No external injuries. Blonde hair, blue eyes, wore a suit. A crowd of onlookers stared at the body in the cold rain while police sirens could be heard from the distance.
From the crowd, came a figure. Dressed in all red with glowing blue eyes. She walked over to the body and placed her hand onto his chest.
???: You used to look away from everything.
The woman turned around at the mysterious man standing over her.
???: Now you seem to seek it out. Death, disease, torment. Don't tell me you've actually grown fond of what it released.
The woman stood up and pulled her hood over her head once again. She turned away and left.
???: Go away, Stranger.
Stranger: I'd rather not be here. But you won't listen.
He turned to follow the woman.
Stranger: So they sent me.
???: Did they?
Stranger: Be glad they couldn't persuade the Spectre.
The woman walked into a nearby alley way which the Stranger followed.
Woman: I've already been judge, Stranger. By a higher power than that. The Spectre doesn't scare me.
Stranger: He should, Pandora.
Pandora: He doesn't.
Stranger: The Circle of Enternity mad it clear: people like you and I are cursed to watch what we have sowed. And yet we are forbidden to get involved.
Pandora: You don't know what I'm doing.
Stranger: You rewrote reality. Erased an entire timeline from existence.
Pandora: I realigned it. I straightened it.
Stranger: You think you did. You had done something that cannot be undone. You are dangerous.
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Legacy
General FictionY/N al Ghul is the Batman of the year 2050. He was trained under the mantle of Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Damian Wayne, the last of the bat family. After a fight against a unknown villian, Y/N finds himself transported back in time alongside his...