4 Magical plan

Wayne is the surname of a wealthy family. They live for generations in the Wayne manor in Gothic Metropolis, United States and have a good relationship with many aristocratic families.

Inside the luxurious Wayne Mansion, a man with graying hair and blue eyes is sitting in his seat with a blonde woman beside him, opposite to them on the table is a young boy standing.

*flashback

Since the boy's unnatural arrival many years have passed.

The couple adopted him in the heat of the moment, after they discovered that they would never conceive a child of their own.

After a few days, reality was beginning to sink in.

How would they explain this to the public?

If the kid became ill or something, would Thomas' skill as a physician be enough on the alien baby?

And the ship? Would they face any problem with the government because of it?

But soon after finding out about the boy's strength and intellect at such a young age, the couple decided he was worth any risks the future might hold for them.

Deciding so the couple gave the alien boy all their love and attention.

Thomas spent a lot of time with him, aiding him to learn everything he could.

While Martha took the task of introducing the boy to the social life of the wealthy family.

And so Patrick Wayne was publicly announced as their child. With physicians and therapists accepting a deal of secrecy.

Both of the Waynes guided the already named Patrick, to control his gifts.

They never explicitly told him about his origin, suggesting he was just special in some matters as others were in others.

Eventually even the spaceship had been forgotten through the years by them.

'Not the most intelligent plan. What if the alien machine exploded? Or worse, signaled to its original creators it's location. But I'm thankful they didn't consider these possibilities. It made things much easier for me.'

The blue eyed boy thought.

'If the time ever comes for them to look for the alien machine, I've been keeping the cave as it once was.'

When he was four years old, Patrick built his first engine.

At the age of seven, the boy was already having classes with prestigious teachers from all around the globe.

Thankfully, for the Waynes money wasn't a problem.

Some shadows of the underworld were attempting to eliminate the philanthropic couple.

But another shadow kept them secure.

Martha was very proud of her son's accomplishments but asked for him to make some friends.

She had made the effort to introduce Patrick to Oswald Cobblepot and Thomas Elliot.

The three families were familiar with each other, given their wealthy status.

But the Cobblepot and Eliot were not having a good time in the recent years.

As the first had been losing its wealth and the second was having some medical issues.

But Patrick eventually gained the trust and friendship of both kids.

From time to time they played in each other's houses.

Oswald was a timid and meek boy at first.

But with the aid of the other boys, he began achieving better grades and even joined some of Patrick's engineering projects.

Although he wasn't as capable as the young Wayne. He was definitely above average.

In Thomas Eliot's case, he had great interest and talent in the medicine field and viewed Thomas Wayne as his idol.

But his difficult personality and ambitious perspective resulted in him being labeled as a troubled kid.

So times, he even showed signs of sociopathy.

Patrick's solution to that was to tell him he also shared his perspective.

At first Thomas' only pretends to associate with him, viewing the other as just a spoiled kid.

But after witnessing his knowledge and actual feats in engineering and even medical fields, his mindset abruptly changed.

Accepting his inability to get rid of his own parents, he began trailing another path.

And so, the three rich boys became very close since their parents wanted them to be good friends.

Of course they had their own secrets, but they had bonded with each other.

Other than his two close friends, Patrick also began to have a decent relationship with other kids close to his age.

Most of them were either rich like him, or simply well regarded as the geniuses of their generation.

Sometimes both.

Exemples were: Oliver Queen, Lara Croft, Lana Luthor, Harvey Dent, Silver St Cloud, Jonathan Crane, John Henry Irons and a lot more relevant people.

He secretly interfered in some of those cases as much as he could.

Publicly, Patrick was regarded as the genius heir of the Wayne enterprises.

Sometimes, he even visited the company building, becoming familiar with figures like Lucius Fox.

However, his closest ally was his AI butler.

After gaining confidence and finishing his research about artificial intelligence in his spaceship database, he made a few tweaks and modifications to his childhood followers.

Basically, with a simple calibration of the voice modulation, led the alien software to acquire a more feminine voice.

And so his once known butler Brainiac, was now his maid that he renamed as Dots.

Yeah, he was terrible with names.

But to his credit, the AI seemed to be thankful by his effort.

And yes, the system once designed by his people and upgraded by his father, was now reaching new heights under the control of a kryptonian boy enhanced by the yellow sun.

He concluded that his only option to avoid it betraying him, was to somehow gain its trust.

Which required it to be capable of comprehending the concept through feelings.

Of course he could simply destroy it and avoid any headaches down the line, but he calculated that its assured benefits were higher then its possible risks.

So now, he had Dots hacking the world's network communications so she could provide him support everywhere around the globe.

Safe for Atlantis. At least for now.

After turning nine, the young Wayne began his intensive training within his property's hidden cave.

And made his debut in the twilight of his birthday as a form of rite of passage.

* Flash back ends

Now, after getting his hands metaphorically dirty, he was celebrating with his beloved family in their large dining room.

"...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" Sang his parents to him.

"Happy birthday my son!" Said his father while placing a hand over his shoulder.

"Happy birthday my dear! We wish only the best for you!" Said his mother after kissing his cheek.

"Thanks Dad! Thanks Mom! I'm so thankful for having such amazing parents!" Patrick said.

They celebrated while having their breakfast.

In the afternoon, they made plans to have a picnic outside.

The day was just perfect.

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Two years later.

After a few years after his arrival, Kal-El was finally sure he was reborn in an alternative earth in DC.

Proof of that was his current target.

Billy Batson.

On this earth, he is older than Superman by a few years.

This could possibly be a problem. Or a solution!

After becoming an orphan at a young age, the boy grew cold and cruel towards most people.

Kal-El observed him growing selfish and heartless, he went from foster home to foster home until he landed in an orphanage in Philadelphia.

At the age of fifteen Billy had finally been placed in the care of the Vasquez family, both former foster children themselves, who had already adopted a number of children.

The kryptonian had been watching the orphan for some years now.

Always keeping the necessary tabs, and at the slightest sighting of trains and subways he would be in close proximity as much as he could.

He wanted to be sure in case he did not follow the steps from his movie.

There have been many false alarms but he wouldn't give up on trying to meet the wizard.

He tested all types of mind defenses to avoid giving in to the temptation.

Considering his alien physiology, he was hopeful it would be enough.

Last resort, he was also stalking Doctor Silvana.

But if he was honest, the seven deadly sins didn't interest him.

Patrick turned back to the holographic video feed of Billy's activities.

He was in his cave, he looked visibly frustrated as he kept pacing back and forth.

However, today was the day Billy stepped in to defend his "sibling" from bullies who were picking on him at school.

As Billy ran towards the closest subway entrance, he knew it was time.

Immediately leaving the comfort of his cave he sped through the air. And arrived just in time to enter the train before Billy did.

Trying to avoid being cast away by the wizard's spell, Patrick began having small talk with Billy.

"Having trouble with school?" The well dressed twelve years old boy said to the teen.

"Something like that." He replied dismissively.

"Name is Patrick. Pleasure to meet you." Said him as he offered to shake hands.

But Billy simply ignored and rested his head on the wall.

As the kryptonian boy kept inspecting his surroundings, he noticed a few inconsistencies in the train's molecules.

It was like a sphere of energy was narrowing itself. He observed it focusing on the orphan sitting close to him.

'It is time!'

And so he moved quickly to touch Billy before the unknown wave of energy reached him.

He knew where to hit in order to knock someone out without appearing to.

As he was holding the other kid, he began his act.

"Hey! Are you okay? Help! Can anybody please help here?" He began shouting while looking around.

Despite already knowing he was alone with Billy, he faked an expression of surprise.

And so the train appeared to move faster and faster.

The windows were freezing and the electrical signs were sowing some strange signals.

His senses were telling him he was nowhere near the city he once was.

As some blurring lights were passing incredibly quick by the windows of the transportation.

He awaited patiently until his ride ended.

And so it eventually did.

Still holding his act in case the wizard was somehow observing him, he slowly approached the exit door.

As it opened, he showed some confusion but avoided demonstrating fear. After all, he needed to somehow convince the wizard he was now his best choice.

Seeing mister mind's broken prison he sighted.

'Well, I will have to pay a visit to the doctor after I put him in jail.' He mentally remarked.

And so, he kept moving forward in the tunnel.

Finally, he reached the chamber with the thrones.

As he approached, he saw the figure of the weakened wizard.

Patrick cleared his throat with the intention of drawing the old man's attention.

As the magical being raised from his throne, Patrick continued his act.

"Excuse me sir, some boy in the train had fainted and I'm not sure he is fine. Can you help?" He said respectfully.

"You are not Billy Batson!" Was the old man's response.

"No, I'm not. Sorry to bother you, but the train simply stopped at your doorstep."

The old man then proceeded to inspect his unknown champion. "I'm the last of the council of wizards. Keeper of the rock of Eternity."

Patrick widened his eyes and said. "You mean... magic really exists?"

"Of course it does boy!" He answered loudly as he slammed the lower tip of his staff on the ground.

When he did that, his magic began flowing around the chamber.

"You are standing in the source of all magic. The rock of eternity. Seven thrones, seven wizards." He began monologuing.

"But long ago, we chose a champion. And we chose recklessly." At that, the magic light formed what Patrick assumed was the silhouette of Black Adam.

"He used his power for revenge. Releasing the seven deadly sins into your world."

'A pity he isn't talking about their anime versions. That would be neat.' Were Patrick's thoughts.

"Millions of lives were lost. Entire civilizations erased from existence. That is why I vowed never to pass on my magic until I find one truly good person. Strong in spirit. Pure in heart." Was the old man words as he creepily walked around me.

"Look, sir. I do believe you are telling the truth. But... the people you are looking for...good and pure people. Well, I'm not one of them. Strength and courage you can count on me, but about the other qualities... Well, I'm still a kid." Said the boy, being as sincere as he could.

"You...Whatever is your name...are all I have. All the world has." The wizard said humbly.

He then smacked his staff for the second time and commanded. "Lay your hands on this staff. And say my name so my powers may flow through you. I open my heart to you boy. And in so doing, choose you as my champion."

"Alright, if you believe that there is no one better than me, I accept your offer."

The man drew a sigh of relief. "I'm truly thankful! You see... my brothers and sisters were slain by the sins. Look! Their thrones now lie empty. My magic was in need of being passed on."

After recovering himself, his expression turned serious again.

And he slammed that damn staff for the third time.

"Now...Speak my name!"

"And what would your name be, sir?" He logically asked.

"My name is... Shazam!" The old wizard slowly whispered, as if he was afraid of saying it.

Or simply, enjoying his last chance of pronouncing such words.

After being informed of the name he should say, Patrick placed both hands on the magical staff. As did the wizard.

"SHAZAM!" He said while mentally picturing the way he desired to manifest his new form.

Suddenly.

Zzzzzzaapp! Pooowwww!

He was literally struck by a lightning bolt!

And a dense fog engulfed and raised his body.

With his super vision, he observed his body altering through energies he didn't understand... until now!

His cells were being empowered with unlimited arcane powers.

He felt a deep connection to this zone, this Extra-dimensional magical realm.

It was rapidly strengthening his aura.

When he began inspecting his mind, it was as if he had instantly learned infinite amounts of hieroglyphics and gained a deep understanding of the divine phenomenon in the mortal world.

He felt capable of peeking into the future and even able of altering the minds of others.

He learned that the vast amount of languages he knew, were nothing compared to what he knows now.

His metabolism did not require any kind of food nor drink. Neither he felt the need to sleep or even breathe.

He finally felt immune to magic. At least those that weren't wielded by any one like the specter.

His super perception enabled him to view things in slow motion relative to other's.

But he already was capable of that.

This time was different, time seemed to have stopped.

The atoms all around him seemed to have paused.

"Yes! Carry my name! And with it, you carry all of my powers! The wisdom of Solomon! The strength of Hercules! The stamina of Atlas! The power of Zeus! The courage of Achilles! The speed of Mercury!" The old man chanted as his staff was being struck continuously by lightning.

'Good to know lightning did strike more than twice.' Was Patrick's pathetic mental remark.

And so the one, who once would be regarded as a very athletic kid, now floated above the ground.

As he suddenly fell and produced a massive web-like crack on the solid ground.

The one once named Shazam muttered. "Unbelievable!"

Standing right in front of him stood a giant of man, crouched in a "naked terminator" pose.

As a matter of fact, this eight feet tall man had pure-diamond blond hair and short boxed beard, alongside ice blue eyes.

He raised to his full height and flexed his muscles.

White lightning crackled all around him.

"You have been transformed to your full potential... No! You have completely surpassed it!"

Another slamming of staff, this time Patrick thought he did it purposefully in a slowed pace. He was sure the old wizard was doing it just to annoy him.

"But remember! With your heart, you will unlock your greatest power! The thrones of our brothers and sisters await!"

The naked giant picked the magical staff and witnessed the last member of the council of wizards to crumble into dirt.

The new Shazam raised the magical staff, and he immediately felt the rock of eternity vibrating and emanating energy at ridiculous levels.

At his will, the cave he was now inhabiting transformed.

It's dark walls were molding into perfect smooth and clean surfaces. Its color alters to a white polished marble aspect.

Pillars were raised as the ceiling became a golden dome with a hole in its center, allowing passage to a few rays of light.

Golden ornaments crawled over the chamber's surfaces as metallic snakes, and they eventually stopped in Greek patterns.

The giant man began laughing, so loud that the chamber trembled as a result.

"I love when plans proceed just as planned!" He announced with a wide grin.

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(19/08/2020)

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