batsketball dcu fanfic

unwell, sick, are two words that have been said to describe him. While trying to outrun the help he so desperately needs Nolan finds himself waking up in Gotham. after running from the truth for so long Nolan might finally find the answer he so desperately searches for inside one of the most violent cities in the world. and in doing so he becomes someone truly incredible. — nothing is owned by me.

An OC SI finds himself in Gotham due to unexplainable circumstances. Knowing how terrible things just could be, he decides to do something about it. The cover is AI-generated by ChatGPT.

After having lived in the MCU for twenty years, a man from our world suddenly wakes up in Gotham City. What fate is in store for our MC? Read along to find out. - - - - I don't own Marvel, DC or any of its characters. I also don't own the cover pic.

OC SI disowned by his family and living on the streets with his only friend, he scraped by through petty theft and an unlikely talent — tailoring. A chance encounter at San Diego Comic-Con ends abruptly when he wakes up in the last place anyone would want to find themselves: Gotham City, 2003, DC Universe. With no identity, no money, and no superpowers, He does what he has always done — he survives by doing what he always knew what to do... This fanfic was Inspired by Samael61 work, DCU: Blacklist. (Thank you for being a great inspiration.)

El mundo ha caido ante Gaia, Percy permanecio en el Tartaro. Y los dioses abandonan el mundo. Un nuevo mundo aguarda tras las Puertas de la Muerte.

" My duty is to my home." An SI-OC with Krypton's Faora Ul. (Young Justice/DCU FANFICTION)

After ending up in the DC universe Sora finds himself very popular with the local superheroines, and some of the villianesses. Join our hero as he shares his heart with plenty of beautiful young ladies, and a few slightly older ones.Ensemble cast with plenty of female supers and villains potential to expand to other universes later on, expected to be epic in length,regular updates.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!