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DC Universe: The Gamer

You've seen it once, you have seen it a million times. The Godfather on the Martinelli Family died due to a mistake by God. He is given another life in a world of his choosing with a system to help him on his way.

NaomiFanfics · Anime & Comics
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Baby Bird

In the first month, he created strong foundations for himself.

First, he set goals, Pickpocket $100 per day, gain new skills, and evolve the ones he already has.

Upon leveling his [Breathing] skill, he was given three choices, after a short contemplation period, he chose to evolve it into [Filtered Breathing].

[Filtered Breathing: allows the user to breathe in environments surrounded by gas or smoke]

He chose this to Scarecrow's fear gas, Batman's smoke bombs, etc.

Rather than a skill, he evolved his [Walking] skill into a title, [Distance Walker] which gives him a 50% stamina reduction.

Surprisingly, when he evolved [Running] & [Jumping], he got the skills [Parkour] & [Triple Jump].

This was just his first month, and he was already proud of his progress.

He didn't try to make friends, allies, or enemies, he focused entirely on strengthening himself.

Now, four months into his life, he stands in a rundown and decrepit house on the outskirts of the city.

His body is no longer malnourished, and he has a slight tan on his skin.

With a sack of sand on his shoulders, sweat covers his body as he completes his daily workout.

[Daily Mission Complete: Physical Training]

Wiping the sweat off with a towel, he gazes at the newspaper on the table.

=== Supergirl and Superboy Join The JLA ===

His new world didn't just have a few heroes from DC, it has all of them, even those from alternate universes.

This not only made his world more difficult but more fun, a manic smile on his face shows his enjoyment.

Opening the doors of a nearby wardrobe, he takes out a set of clothes that won't impair his movement,

A pair of new red sneakers, black cargo pants, black hoodie, with an oni mask covering the bottom half of his face.

Parkour, Stealth, Assassination, Boxing, Jui-Jitsu, Wrestling, Lockpicking, Hacking, he's not only acquired these skills but quite a few more.

With all his skills and stats steadily increasing, despite being five-years-old, he's positive he could take down a fully grown adult.

So, with these skills, it would be a joke to continue to pickpocket when he can go after bigger cash prizes.

The moon sits high in the sky as he descends on Gotham, Standing on the rooftop of the Gotham National Bank.

'Go big or go home', he thinks before cutting the power to the closed building.

Why did he cut the power to a building that is closed and has no one in it? simple, to shut down all the security measures.

Now, with no witnesses, no security, no traps, and no cameras, he walks through the many halls until he reaches the main vault.

"I suspect there's another alarm that is triggered when the power goes down, but, I'll be long gone before the bat come"

Standing outside the bank vault, he's greeted by a panel that needs an eighteen-number passcode.

Putting his hand in his pocket, he takes out a pink cellphone which is covered in blood, '1, 7, 5, 3, 4, 7, 8, 2, 2, 4, 7, 5, 3, 2, 9, 0, 7, 6'

With a beep, the vault door opens automatically, revealing an empty room.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he chuckles at his foolishness, 'that bat and his family have been fighting villains for years, of course, it wouldn't be this easy'

Looking behind him, he sees a single figure, Batman's sidekick, Robin.

"Well, hello Damian"

The boy's grin turns into a scowl as he readies his stance for a fight, "How do you know my name?"

A shit-eating grin spreads across Daniel's face as an idea flashed through his mind, "our grandfather and my master, Ra's al Ghul sent me"

The baby bird's body stiffens at the name.

"He orchestrated all of this, knowing the both of us would meet, he has a message for you"

Not seen his grandfather since he was sent to live with his father, Damina stands up straight, "what's the message?"

Daniel takes a few steps towards him, "It's time to choose a side, my name is Daniel al Ghul, I'm your half-brother"

The boy's eyes go wide at the sudden news, "how is my- i mean our mother?"

Daniel nods, "she's fine, she dislikes my lack of discipline but she thanks the heavens that i don't have your anger issues"

Damian gives a small chuckle at the image, "She always has been a control freak... How old are you?"

Sitting on a nearby chair, he motions for Damian to take a seat next to him, "I'm five, you are probably wondering how we never met since you've only been with Bruce for three years, mother didn't want us to meet but grandpa decided it was for the best"

"Honestly, Mother said you would probably attack me on sight, Why do you believe me?"

With a sigh, Damian slumps into the chair, "Your five years old yet you killed three people and nearly robbed a bank, you also know information no one would know unless you were a member of our family"

After roughly ten more minutes of talking, Damian finally asks the big question, "You said i need to choose a side? how?"

Daniel stands up, "My main mission is to spend five years in Gotham and become the city's symbol of fear"

"You can choose by either going against me or helping me by giving me information and point the bat family in another direction when i break the law"

"It starts right now, let me go or try your best to take me in"

The boys stare at each other for a solid few minutes before Damian gives a rare smile, "Your free to go"

Before he leaves, Daniel hugs the teen, "Mother talks about you a lot, I've always wanted to meet you"

After a few seconds, Damian returns the hug.

Ten minutes later, Daniel sits on a stained sofa in his temporary home, a grin still on his face, "manipulation at its finest"