Fusion

(Soul POV)

"Alright, I'm ready.", I say to Twister as he sends me away. But what I see is not what I expected. I look around and see a different world. I am inside ... my own body but ... I can't move. My body is moving for me.

"Rick, come eat", someone calls from downstairs and my eyes widen.

"Coming!", I say. But it's not me who says it, but my body. I am inside my brain. The brain of Rick Sanchez ... as a child. Oh, bother.

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So I understand a lot of things now. The nihilism of Rick Sanchez makes sense. His life is a f*cking sad one. You could say that his intelligence was the thing that kept him going and pushing forward to find his family's killer, but it also tormented him and was a curse. I found out that I was in the C-137 version first. The moment that the bomb fell out of the portal is truly the moment that Rick died.

I died inside and fell apart. My mind was the only thing that held the pieces together. That and his incalculable amounts of rage and hate. Hate not only for Rick Prime but also for myself. I see this as my loss and there is nothing that will ever make up for it. No matter the amount of Dianes or Beths in other Universes...

I take a deep breath and come to terms with my life. My lives, plural is the better word. I am now not only the soul from the past life but also Rick C-137. And it doesn't end there. As I understand myself and get to terms with my situation... the next part of the Rick template begins to fuse.

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The next one was Rick Prime. The first Rick to invent interdimensional travel. I could feel his arrogance and his wish for more and more knowledge. I could feel his disappointment when Rick C-137 refused to travel with him. I didn't love Diane here. I loved myself and science much more than her. That is also why I left my home dimension.

The taunting of C-137 was a cool thrill. I felt like we were meant to be the two who travelled the universe and explored science together. That is what I truly believed and when I saw him chasing after me, I felt a thrill. All those plans I made to tease him were funny to me.

When he punched me to death, I saw myself in him. It seems like ... I truly made him who he was and that ... was my ultimate accomplishment.

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It didn't stop there. I got more and more of Rick's life to experience. And they were all similar. All had that enormous pain due to Rick Prime killing all of the Dianes but none were as big as the one of my C-137 version.

There was a plus though. I could feel that my intelligence was now so much higher than all of the other Ricks. I was literally all of them combined. But I was actually even more than just combined. I was more like multiplied intelligent than the other Ricks if that makes sense.

It took me a long time to have them all fused with my dominant soul. They weren't souls but only templates. However, what confused me was that ... I still had their experience. Maybe those would fade when I'm finished with all of the templates.

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The next template was Azmuth. And this one took the longest. It was longer to experience this one than all the other Ricks combined. He lived like 2000 years and he was never idle. The smartest being in 5 galaxies in the Ben 10 storyline, but his IQ was like 1 nonillion or something. I can't even begin to tell you how disappointed I am right now when I look back at myself from before the fusion with this template.

How could I have been so blind? I can see so much right now. All of this recklessness nearly kills me. That will have to change. Not only did I create something as dangerous as interdimensional travel, but I also gave it to ALL Ricks ... that is the dumbest and most reckless thing I could have done. I will have to make changes and contingencies from now on.

I don't know how long it will take me to get to terms with myself and this new state of mind. But I will try it.

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Finally, it was time for that last template. The young Thanos from Titan. The Eternal with a deviant gene. I have to say that from the short life I have had, it must have been Death who made me what I would become later on in life. I don't feel the urge to kill but ... I also don't feel very revolted at the thought. I am hungry for more knowledge and that thirst is not just the one from Thanos. I can feel it from all of my other templates as well.

I don't care about life or death. As long as I get to know more ...

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(3rd Person POV)

The soul was experiencing all of the templates' lives one after the other. He was becoming them and that meant that he also got their experiences. This would change soon. As in that moment when was finished with fusing with all of the templates, something happened. The Twister went through with the deal they had made and took away all of his experiences...

What did that result in?

It resulted in an empty shell, so to speak. There was this ... 'thing' that didn't know why it felt the way it did and the intelligence it had amassed was trying to come up with a solution and explanation. But it couldn't ... it was slowly going insane and the soul was very close to exploding and dying.

In that moment ... the Twister intervened one final time. He could have just left our MC to die that way as he had done his part but technically wasn't responsible for our MC after that. The Twister still did it. He sent some of his energy out.

This energy began to flow into the soul and patched all of the damage up. It was slowly healed and truly fused all of the templates.

Our MC was now truly a new being. A new soul made up of Bruce Wayne, the soul that reincarnated and all of the templates. Not only was the soul healed due to this energy from Twister, but the soul's potential was also increased because a small residue of the energy remained. That would however not have any physical changes.

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(Twister POV)

"So ... how was it?", I asked the Soul.

"Well ... if anything I learned to be careful what I wish for."

"I'm glad you look at it this positively.", I said and smiled, "You are probably better than 99% of anyone who would go through with the same experience."

"I guess. Not that it matters now. I would also like to thank you for helping me in this moment of need. I will pay you back, should the chance ever arise.", the soul said.

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He had changed. Gone was the young and inexperienced soul who thought this was all a game. He has matured but I hope that he can keep his sense of humor to some degree. He has that spark still inside him. The one that got what it wished for ... a new chance and an adventure. But life is not just an adventure. It is also boring at times and he has gotten that out of the way.

He has matured thousands of years before he was even in his new world. That gives him an enormous cheat but it is also more than that. I am interested to see what he'll do from now on. Because I can see his hurt and the pain he feels.

Unlike the templates, he got all the memories and experiences as well as feelings from Bruce Wayne. So he had to deal with their loss as well. He will begin his new life as a mentally old man. I wonder how that will change things.

The sky is the limit for him.

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"Then are you ready?", I ask him.

"As much as I'll ever be."

"How do you feel?"

"Thankful that you allowed me to have this chance. I am eager to get to the new world ... and turn it upside down."

"Ah, so there is the spark that I was thinking about earlier. I wish you luck and hope you enjoy it.", I tell him as a final goodbye and then send him off.

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(Bruce POV)

I look around and see that I'm in a hospital bed. I'm alone and there is no one in the room with me right now. I better make sure to act the part ... eh never mind that. I'll just go with the flow. All that acting that the original Batman/Bruce Wayne had to do is just not my style. I'm going to become a different Batman. A scientist first and foremost. That is my passion and that is what I'll do.

With those three templates, there is nothing I can't do with enough time. I can feel my head overflowing with ideas on what to do right now. I am thinking about what to do right now. Training might be a good idea but it is too soon. Also, why would I train right now when I can achieve better results with science... No, I'll still go on my training trip but for now, I have other things to deal with. First and foremost is of course ... money. Now I don't necessarily mean making money, I mean retaining money.

Those greedy assholes in Wayne Enterprises will try to undermine me and take control of all the shares of the company. But not with me. You f*cked with the wrong person motherf*ckers. I will rain down fire upon you all ... wait. Am I making it worse than it is? Well, I have a long line of future 'enemies' or 'rivals' so that reaction was preprogrammed. Seems like little Bruce has some trauma ... some big trauma. 

Oh well, what is life without a little trauma? It keeps you going. And what is his trauma with the one I already have? Thankfully I am now fused perfectly so that won't be a problem in the future.

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Now I better get out of here, before I plan the destruction of the world ... again. Yeah, my mind is on fire right now and needs stimulation. Lying here with my thoughts can have dire consequences. There is so much to do and ... also much time. OG Batman didn't start his 'training Arc.' until he was 18, so that gives me more than enough time. But why would I care about OG Batman? I am my own person so I can decide on my own when I do everything.

I close my eyes to focus for a moment. I want to make sure that everything is working out fine and that I don't have any lasting problems that could come to bite me later down the line.

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But I find none. I am perfectly healthy. Now according to my memories, I didn't get shot, so me being in the hospital is not really necessary. This gives me a moment to make sure that I have a plan before going out.

Well then ... let's get to work.

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I'll try to post more chapters today, to make up for the rewritting. I'm not sure how many I will get done though.