He saw versions of himself as a genius, a successful person, a pioneer, a president, a mage, a wizard, a killer, an assassin, but what shocked him more was seeing versions of himself as an alien, a god, an outer god, or even as a female.
"This is Brother Blood, the leader of the Church of Blood. A cult that heavily worships a demonic entity known as-" "Trigon" Gwen cut Bruce off. She breathed in deeply as she realized exactly who it was she was going to be fighting against. The father of Raven, and one of the strongest beings in the entirety of DC Comics. Even in this much weaker universe, she highly doubted she had even an iota of a chance against him, not without the aid of the League.
In the dimly lit gymnasium nearby, I stood alone, clad in a full kendo uniform that concealed my identity. The white coat, known as a Keiko-Gi, fit loosely around me as I adjusted the black hakama, the traditional pleated pants worn by samurai. Gripped tightly in my hand was a gleaming samurai sword, a weapon as deadly as it was elegant.
"Who knows, probably north to britannia. Or to the land of the Franks. I have a feeling that in years to come they will become very good places to live."
Once they were all seated, Nico Robin introduced herself. "You may call me Ms. O-robi. I'm going to be teaching you about the time monsters came and slaughtered everyone to near extinction. Isn't that exciting?" She chuckled.
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"I feel the same way about you." I whispered into her ear as I reached around her back and unclipped her bra with one of my hands and grabbed the back of her head with another.
"My father is Davy Jones, my grandfather is Cthulhu," - and already mentally wailed, not having had time to understand and accept what I had and how it came out of my mouth, but in advance I began to list possible ancestors. Somehow my rebirth and the telepathic cat gave way to the first place to the tentacles that came out of me. Speaking of the cat.