Be Prepared!
I have officially ventured into the Smallville/Batman Begins fandoms! No, really - look! It's chapter one. And currently nameless. So, it's not going onto ff.net until I can come up with a suitable name.
I have no clue how long this is gonna be, but I know it's loooong. So it might actually stay off of the Pit until I can come up with at least a general scope. Because I refuse to post things there that I'm not going to finish. I don't have the same reserve here because, well, this is my LJ. My workjournal. *shrugs* So, yeah. Enjoy. (If you even bother. Anybody lurking around my page at this point is undoubtly Transformers-oriented and totally not interested. But that's okay, really!)
Title: Unnamed (01/??)
Series: Smallville/Batman Begins Au
Characters: Andrea, Chloe, Bruce.
Pairings: Future Chruce, unrequited Chlark.
Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. These days, there's just a woman who isn't entirely sure she wants anything to do with her old life.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, I couldn't write this due to the fact that that's, ya know, illegal. *wonders vaguely if this is illegal and decides that, hey, she hasn't been sued yet!*
Andrea wasn’t sure what to think of her current situation. Oh, sure, she had superpowers. She was dedicated to protecting the innocent, bringing down the bad guys and all that. But that was absolutely no help when trying to assure a friend that they weren’t useless, as a near hysterical Chloe seemed to have concluded.
The Angel of Vengeance was well aware by this point of the journalist’s ‘special abilities.’ Really, the girl was a force to be reckoned with, given her computer skills, investigative talents, and healing abilities - which meant that dying was not an act that would come about easily. But every time Clark, or the Green Arrow, or any of the other various superheroes that Chloe associated with was forced to step in and protect her, a small bit of her self-confidence seemed to fade away. Not really unusual, actually - constantly finding oneself in dangerous situations, completely unable to protect oneself was not good for the ego.
And there was only one solution that Andrea could think of - Chloe had to learn how to fight. And not just learn, even. Indeed, the blond needed intense training, designed to skyrocket her abilities to a level that could only be rivaled by the masters themselves. Andrea wasn’t sure if Chloe would go for it, as she was far from athletic, but there weren’t any other options.
She did know one thing though: Clark was never going to forgive her for this.
Chloe stepped out of the airport and began to walk down the street. It was loud, busy - bustling and crowded. All in all, Tokyo almost felt like home. The only real difference would be that she wasn’t as well-versed in Japanese as she was in English, and the fact that she was the only person in seeing distance who’s hair wasn’t black. Or who was white, for that matter.
It almost gave her pause, the knowledge that her difference was so visible here. She’d adjusted, mostly, to the knowledge of her powers, but they seemed more real here, where everyone could identify her as not-like-them. But she had secrets to keep, people to protect. She was Watchtower, and there was no way she was going to let the others down.
Not Oliver, the man who had broken her cousin’s heart without the mask and gained her hatred with it. Not Bart, the boy who had made her laugh years ago and still retained the impish nature she had enjoyed. Not Clark, the best friend who she wanted to be more and had finally earned the complete trust of, years afterward. Not A.C. Not Victor. Not Andrea. Not Kara. Not any of them, of the numerous people whose secrets she guarded fanatically, with a zeal so consuming there was barely any left over for her own protection.
But it was time to change that - if she could defend herself, she would never be able to ensure the safety of her friends. So she kept walking, because the temple Andrea had recommended was nowhere near Tokyo, but she didn’t want to take a bus or anything. No, better to walk, even though it would take weeks. After all, she had all the time in the world.
Bruce turned in the middle of the alleyway and darted out. He needed to get away, before things turned any worse than they already had. In the two years he’d been traveling, he’d learned… a lot. More than he had ever thought possible, but he couldn’t fight off all these thugs. Not at once, though he thought he might be able to take them on individually. When it came to fighting, he was a natural - but he still didn’t have any training. After a minute, he considered that, then decided that it was something he needed to change. After all, he couldn’t save Gotham if he couldn’t even save himself.
Hours later, he had money, food, and a destination. He’d stop before arriving, to bath and make himself presentable. And prepare, because he’d be tested before allowed access. But that was all right - the temple was low-key. While many knew it existed, it was rarely acknowledged for the amazing fighters that resided within it, as few of the masters there held any desire to become widely known, preferring the simple life they led.
The missing Wayne felt that this was a very good idea. Now, he just had to be accepted into the program.
I have no clue how long this is gonna be, but I know it's loooong. So it might actually stay off of the Pit until I can come up with at least a general scope. Because I refuse to post things there that I'm not going to finish. I don't have the same reserve here because, well, this is my LJ. My workjournal. *shrugs* So, yeah. Enjoy. (If you even bother. Anybody lurking around my page at this point is undoubtly Transformers-oriented and totally not interested. But that's okay, really!)
Title: Unnamed (01/??)
Series: Smallville/Batman Begins Au
Characters: Andrea, Chloe, Bruce.
Pairings: Future Chruce, unrequited Chlark.
Summary: Once upon a time, there lived a girl with the weight of the world on her shoulders. These days, there's just a woman who isn't entirely sure she wants anything to do with her old life.
Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, I couldn't write this due to the fact that that's, ya know, illegal. *wonders vaguely if this is illegal and decides that, hey, she hasn't been sued yet!*
Andrea wasn’t sure what to think of her current situation. Oh, sure, she had superpowers. She was dedicated to protecting the innocent, bringing down the bad guys and all that. But that was absolutely no help when trying to assure a friend that they weren’t useless, as a near hysterical Chloe seemed to have concluded.
The Angel of Vengeance was well aware by this point of the journalist’s ‘special abilities.’ Really, the girl was a force to be reckoned with, given her computer skills, investigative talents, and healing abilities - which meant that dying was not an act that would come about easily. But every time Clark, or the Green Arrow, or any of the other various superheroes that Chloe associated with was forced to step in and protect her, a small bit of her self-confidence seemed to fade away. Not really unusual, actually - constantly finding oneself in dangerous situations, completely unable to protect oneself was not good for the ego.
And there was only one solution that Andrea could think of - Chloe had to learn how to fight. And not just learn, even. Indeed, the blond needed intense training, designed to skyrocket her abilities to a level that could only be rivaled by the masters themselves. Andrea wasn’t sure if Chloe would go for it, as she was far from athletic, but there weren’t any other options.
She did know one thing though: Clark was never going to forgive her for this.
Chloe stepped out of the airport and began to walk down the street. It was loud, busy - bustling and crowded. All in all, Tokyo almost felt like home. The only real difference would be that she wasn’t as well-versed in Japanese as she was in English, and the fact that she was the only person in seeing distance who’s hair wasn’t black. Or who was white, for that matter.
It almost gave her pause, the knowledge that her difference was so visible here. She’d adjusted, mostly, to the knowledge of her powers, but they seemed more real here, where everyone could identify her as not-like-them. But she had secrets to keep, people to protect. She was Watchtower, and there was no way she was going to let the others down.
Not Oliver, the man who had broken her cousin’s heart without the mask and gained her hatred with it. Not Bart, the boy who had made her laugh years ago and still retained the impish nature she had enjoyed. Not Clark, the best friend who she wanted to be more and had finally earned the complete trust of, years afterward. Not A.C. Not Victor. Not Andrea. Not Kara. Not any of them, of the numerous people whose secrets she guarded fanatically, with a zeal so consuming there was barely any left over for her own protection.
But it was time to change that - if she could defend herself, she would never be able to ensure the safety of her friends. So she kept walking, because the temple Andrea had recommended was nowhere near Tokyo, but she didn’t want to take a bus or anything. No, better to walk, even though it would take weeks. After all, she had all the time in the world.
Bruce turned in the middle of the alleyway and darted out. He needed to get away, before things turned any worse than they already had. In the two years he’d been traveling, he’d learned… a lot. More than he had ever thought possible, but he couldn’t fight off all these thugs. Not at once, though he thought he might be able to take them on individually. When it came to fighting, he was a natural - but he still didn’t have any training. After a minute, he considered that, then decided that it was something he needed to change. After all, he couldn’t save Gotham if he couldn’t even save himself.
Hours later, he had money, food, and a destination. He’d stop before arriving, to bath and make himself presentable. And prepare, because he’d be tested before allowed access. But that was all right - the temple was low-key. While many knew it existed, it was rarely acknowledged for the amazing fighters that resided within it, as few of the masters there held any desire to become widely known, preferring the simple life they led.
The missing Wayne felt that this was a very good idea. Now, he just had to be accepted into the program.