Crime was all over. Gotham City was the home to crime. Every night something was going on. Not many people to stop it. Of course there was Batman, someone who had his own signal for Christ sake. All the crime that was committed was dealt by Batman. But who took care of the crimes when Batman wasn’t around? Gotham City Police. They don’t seem like much against a lot of the crime in Gotham, specially since most are corrupted; but there are some good men. You’ve heard about Commissioner James W. Gordon, but no one handles crimes in a unique standoffish way as Jo Doyle.
He’s aloof, uninterested, and a straight forwards handsome devil that no one likes but nevertheless he gets the job done like no other detective in the GCP could. It might not be the way everyone wanted, or even fully in the laws of the city. But he’s the best god damn detective around

Note: I do not own all the characters / names. 
All characters reffered too that belang to the Batman comics, belong to their rightful creators. 

Creator of the story: T.G.

Note: Not for backstabbing people or lovers.

Super heroes who are quite shy to reveal themselves in public.

Note: fictional, please read without comparison with your lover or ex or beloved or someone you think you know more than him or her because after all it is a mere subject of the contest.

Please read with open mind. Trying to be the lost descendant of Shakespeare when English just a language to speak to convey our feelings not a barrier with subtle rules.

This super-short-story is about a deity named Cathu, His creation, and the trials of His creation in its journey to becoming a perfected image of its creator. The story borrows its deeper meaning from the mythologies of Indian, Norse, Greek, Egyptian, Hebrew and Sumerian scriptures. It has derived its imagery from comic books made by Marvel and Detective Comics companies.

…
Shanghai.
The team of a Japanese singer.
"Zhang Ye came back?"
"Damn, why does he have to choose this time of all times!"
"Then about our concert?"
"Why don't we wait a little before holding it?"
…
Guangzhou.
The team of a Korean celebrity.
"This—"
"Everyone, be very careful."
"Yeah, let's keep a low profile over the next few days."
"Right, we better stay far away from this hooligan."
…
On Weibo.
A lot of people started analyzing and discussing this news.
"Zhang Ye's restriction order hasn't been lifted yet?"
"Not yet. The Japanese and Korean authorities don't seem to have any plans of doing so either."
"I thought that Teacher Zhang would only come back after the restriction order got lifted."
"Yeah, the situation he's in right now is a little complicated."
"Fighting might bring him some popularity. But if he wants to use that to get to the top of Asia, he'll still have a long way to go."
"He deserves it for taking such a long break. He was away for a few months, so all the food is cold. Didn't some news outlets report that Zhang Ye was preparing to make a push into the Asian S-list before the end of the year? Which month are we in now? If he keeps going on such long breaks, he won't even get there by next year!"
"Face-smacking Zhang always manages to stir up some trouble whenever he goes on a break. But who'd have thought that he didn't do so this time? Did that fellow really take a proper break this time? That can't be!"
"I find it unusual too."
"Lord Zhang, quickly show us your power!"
"Yeah, we're pinning our hopes on you to take down another Asian S-list spot for China. You're the only person who is closest to one right now."
"Without getting the restriction order rescinded, don't even think that Zhang Ye will ascend to the top. He's totally incapable of penetrating into the Japanese and Korean markets."
"Pfft, did you guys really think that he could achieve that?"
"It's already a miracle that his popularity didn't drop."
"Let's observe and see what actions Teacher Zhang will take."
"Haha, I'm also waiting for it."
"You guys can wait all you want, but I'm off to watch my animation."
"Has One Piece been released?"
"The latest episode just came out."
"Wow, I'll go and watch it as well!"
"Same here. Has the new chapter of Detective Conan's comic been published yet?"
"Not yet."
The people were waiting.
The media was waiting.
The industry was waiting.
Countless people across Asia were all waiting to see what actions Zhang Ye and his studio would take.
And Zhang Ye could indeed live up to those nicknames of his. He did not disappoint and made an earth-shattering move on the very first day of his return. This move was not only unexpected by the people, the media, and the industry, even the staff of Zhang Ye's Studio were caught unawares by it!
…
Noon.
In the private room of a restaurant.
Zhang Ye was treating everyone today, and the entire studio was present.
"Come."
"Cheers!"
"Everyone, let's toast."
"Cheers!"
They ate and drank.
All of a sudden, Ha Qiqi said with a light smile, "Oh yes, Director Zhang. Detective Conan's new chapters are due tomorrow. Have you sent in the manuscript yet?"
Zhang Ye was taken aback. "What manuscript?"
Ha Qiqi was also startled. "The comic manuscript for Detective Conan of course."
Little Wang exclaimed, "Don't tell us you haven't finished drawing it yet?"
Little Zhou was getting anxious. "Aiyo, then what should we do? The manuscript is due tomorrow. Director Zhang, why don't we stop eating so that you can go back quickly and rush out the drawings. Let's not delay the proper business."
Zhang Ye was stunned. "Why would I draw it?"
Zhang Zuo was dumbfounded. "Then how are we going to submit the manuscript? The other side is already rushing us."
Zhang Ye said, "Submit the manuscript? Why would you still submit the manuscript?"
These three answers of his had dumbfounded everyone.
Little Sun said horrified, "W-What do you mean by that?"
Zhang Ye looked at everyone. "Heh, I thought that you guys understood what I meant. What is our purpose in doing all of what we did this time? It's to take the initiative and attack! To get behind enemy lines!"
Ha Qiqi said in a stunned manner, "Yeah, we understood that. We have successfully broken into the Japanese market and even spread that out towards the whole of Asia. So what's left is to draw the comics well and accumulate our popularity before waiting to announce that you're actually the author behind them on the day the restriction order gets lifted. Or if we're afraid that something might change midway, we can also wait until the comics have ended to announce it. It's all the same anyway, isn't it?"
Zhang Ye shot back, "I can only draw three chapters a day if I have nothing to do all day. Now that I've returned to work, where would I find time to draw them every day? Be it One Piece, Naruto, or Detective Conan, how could any of them be completed without taking several years to a decade at least?"
Little Wang was stupefied. "That's right, so what do we do?"
Zhang Ye rolled his eyes. "When did I say that I was going to finish drawing them?"
Pfft! Rice spewed out of Little Zhou's mouth!
Zhang Ye laughed. "Do you guys know what it means to cause a wave?"
Everyone dropped their chopsticks and stood up in shock!
"Ah!"
"Director Zhang!"
"Don't, dammit!"
"Can you not cause such a big stir!"
"Heavens, my heart can't take this, Director Zhang!"
"You're…surely you're not…right?"
They felt like they were about to crazy!
They all knew that something big was going to happen this time!
What did it mean to "cause a wave"?
They did hear Zhang Ye mention this since the beginning, that they were going behind enemy lines and infiltrate the comics industry to "cause a wave" to gather the popularity there. When they heard that phrase being mentioned, they didn't find anything wrong with it at first. It wasn't until this moment that they finally understood what Zhang Ye's "causing a wave" truly meant!
Causing a wave meant causing a wave!
There wasn't going to be a second wave!
Nor a third wave!
Nothing else would come after it!
…
Japan.
Shōnen Publishing.
The editorial department was in a jubilant mood.
"One Piece's sales figures have set a new high!"
"Well done, let's bring Naruto down!"
"We'll definitely bring them down!"
"What is Naruto and Dragon Ball to us? How dare they try to compete with us!"
Everyone was chatting.
Then, Kyoko Seto suddenly came running in. "This is bad! Something bad has happened!"
All the editors looked at her and said with a laugh, "What is bad? Did Dragon Ball's standalone volume sales figures surpass ours?"
Kyoko said with a stunned look, "It's One Piece! One Piece has been placed on indefinite hiatus!"
The editorial department blew up in an instant!
"What?"
"Holy fuck!"
…
POO Studios.
In the office of the editorial department.
Someone suddenly yelled.
"I just received some news! It's all over for Shōnen Publishing!"
"What happened?"
"One Piece's serialization has stopped!"
"What did you say?"
"Hahahahaha!"
"Well done!"
"This is awesome! This is so awesome! Aoi, that freak, finally can't persist!"
"I'm dying of laughter! Four chapters a week? He might as well just go and die!"
Then Fujiwara Koji received a call. Afterwards, he stood up dumbfoundedly and said to the cheering editors, "Naruto has been stopped too!"
With that, the group of celebrating editors fainted in shock!
…
Shūkansha.
"Something big has happened!"
"What happened?"
"Pfft, hahahaha! I just heard that Naruto and One Piece have both stopped updating!"
"Is that true?"
"This is a cause for celebration!"
"Well done! Well done!"
"We're gonna be on fire! Who can compete with our Detective Conan in the future!"
Outside, the overseeing editor for Detective Conan ran in. Because he was running too fast, he stumbled and fell flat on the ground. Even so, he didn't seem to feel the pain nor did he get up. He simply shouted angrily while lying on the floor, "Fuck his sister! Teacher Hatano says that he won't continue drawing Detective Conan! He's going on an indefinite hiatus starting today!"
Everyone's smiles froze on their faces. They gasped and nearly vomited blood!
…
Similar scenes were happening within many of the comics magazine publishers!
At Dragon Ball's comics publisher.
At Gundam's comics publishers.
At Slam Dunk's comics publishers.
At Doraemon's comics publishers.
Countless editors were cursing and swearing loudly!
"Aoi, fuck your grandma!"
"Ozawa, your grandpa!"
"Go! Quickly go! I want everyone to find that Muto even if you have to dig three feet underground to get him!"
"What happened? What the fuck happened?"
"Why? How could the seven of them suddenly stop publishing their chapters all at once!"
The comics publishers were in chaos!
The comics world was in chaos!
Indefinite hiatus!
What did that mean?
In Japan, it meant that the series was going to be taken out of serialization!
In China, it was what the netizens affectionately described as—cas-trat-ed!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

Duke nodded in satisfaction to Genos statement as he turned around to go back to his room to sleep.
"Duke why are you sleeping so early ?", Saitama asked as he looked at Genos besides him.
Duke did not want to tell him that there was the meeting of the Dukes throughout the different multiverses tonight. They were going to exchange their powers and become even stronger and report their progress in breaking out of the multiverse bubble that they were trapped in so they could all merge into one entity.
Duke smacked his lips and made an excuse, "Idiot ! Do you want to check what time it is now ? People that sleep late would become uglier and uglier and people that sleep earlier would become more handsome. Haven't you heard the saying getting some beauty sleep ?".
(Note : surprisingly such a thing as beauty sleep is true in the scientific world. Go figure ?).
Saitama's face changes drastically as he dropped his game console on the ground.
"Genos play with the computer as your opponent. I want to get some sleep now.", Saitama said in an urgent tone.
".....", Duke said.
"......", Genos said.
At noon the next day Duke had woken up. He had harvested some unique powers and his own strength has increased immensely.
Last night, Duke had met the Duke of the Azeroth world as well as the Duke of Fairy Tail world. The Duke of the Azeroth world was also Duke's reincarnation and he was a newcomer to the meeting of the Dukes where they would exchange their memories, knowledge and powers. The Duke of the Fairy Tail world was however an old member that no longer cared about the plans of the other Dukes. The Duke of the Fairy Tail world had killed Zeref Dragneel and Acnologia the dragon king and absorbed their powers. After gaining absolute power in the world of Fairy Tail, the Duke of the Fairy Tail world began collecting a harem of females as his wives, he no longer cared about the great plan of the Dukes to break out of the multiverse bubble. He is considered the black sheep of all the reincarnated Dukes in the different multiverses. The only reason why the Duke of the Fairy Tail world comes to these meetings is to gain power.
The Duke of the Azeroth world was a high elf, he didn't contribute much to the group seeing that he was a new member and was relatively weak. However he did contribute a new magic system and new knowledge to the group of Dukes.
However among all the Dukes here the most important member to the Duke of One Punch Man world was the Duke of the Dragon Ball world. The Duke of the Dragon Ball world had reincarnated into the Dragon Ball world early before Goku came to Earth. He had used his early reincarnation into the Dragon Ball world to collect the dragon balls several times. The first wish of the Duke of the Dragon Ball world was to have Saiyan genes specifically Broly's genes. Every single year after other than training like crazy with whichever masters of Kung fu that would train him, the Duke of Dragon Ball world would gather the dragon balls to make a wish. Currently the Duke of the Dragon Ball world has just finished his training with Whis in Beerus's world.
Next to him was the Duke of the Naruto world, he was an old member. The Duke of Naruto world had horns growing out his head and he had white eyes which clearly symbolises that he had Otosuki Clan's blood. However the Duke of the Naruto world was born human, he became what he is now after gaining some powers from the Sage of Six Path. After gaining this power the Duke of the Naruto world began to fuse Otosuki's genes into his own body to become stronger and more powerful. With the knowledge and science from all the different multiverses it was an easy task for the Duke of the Naruto world.
Next to the Duke of the Naruto world, we have the Duke of the Marvel Universe. Originally the Duke of the Marvel universe was not a significant player until he met the other Dukes and gained immense power. The Duke of the Marvel universe was a doctor and scientist. After he gained immense power the first thing he did was to take revenge on the person that killed his family, his father and mother. After which he managed to get close to Shield as one of its leading scientists. With access to Shield he gained access to the space gem. From there the Duke of the Marvel universe was able to capture all the Phoenix force in the different Marvel universes to become a multiverse cosmic being. The Duke of the Marvel universe was only able to do this because one of the Duke reincarnated into the Pokemon world as a Phoenix. Currently the Duke of Marvel universe was the most important member here because he had just broken the limit of the universe to become a multiverse power house. He had only achieved this and had come here to share his powers with the other Dukes.
Next to the Duke of the Marvel universe was one of the most important members of all the reincarnated Dukes in all the different multiverses. He was the Duke of the Detective Conan world. He had no super powers or abilities because he was suppressed by the laws of the Detective Conan multiverse. The Duke of the Detective Conan world was also a detective. His contribution to the group of Dukes here was invaluable because he provided them with the knowledge that comes from the comics representing their world. The Duke of the Detective Conan world read Dragon Ball comics, One Punch Man comics, Naruto comics, etc and shared his knowledge with the Dukes of the other multiverses. Whatever world you come from whatever future knowledge you need to know from your world, the Duke of the Detective Conan world would provide them for you. The only limitation of the Duke of the Detective Conan world was all  super powers whether its Chakra or Qi, it does not exist. The law of the multiverse or universe in the Detectivesuppresses all powers.
To be continued...

Translation from a Chinese novel about a person that reincarnated into One Punch Man. I love the novel so I am translating it here. If there is not enough readership I will drop the novel but if interest is high I would continue. If I drop it you can still read the complete story if you can find the original Chinese novel. Enjoy !

So I have had the worst day ever. I finally started to get along with my family, and someone shoots me in the back. I am immediately rushed to the hospital to get surgery, but by the time I get there, I had given up on my life. I just sit there lying on the gurney waiting for the bullet fragments to make their way to my heart. I am busy thinking about movies. I start to laugh at the fact that I am dying and all I can think about is the next Marvel movie to come out. As I am laughing I start to convulse as my heart is finally punctured by the bullet fragments. I am conscious for 5 excruciating minutes. During these minutes I think about my life, and who I wish I had helped. " I swear if I can survive this, I will live and help people. I will be there for those I care about. I will help those who can not help themselves. I WILL be someone who matters to them. I will not be someone who stands by. " I lose consciousness after I say these words to myself. When I wake up, I can see that I was surrounded by the people I care most about. I am filled with happiness to see them. I don't know what happened to them but they are crying. I get up to help them up and they just look at me and then I say let's go. We go home and I get to work. I live for 30 years after that day. I cure diseases, Help people who need it. I built homeless shelters. I end up with a large, loving family. We lived in a private mansion in upstate New York. I decide to buy the rights to both marvel and dc. In the end, I ended up with an amazing life and family. I became the head writer and publisher for both comics. I created new characters and flushed  out some old, yet good ones. I made a final event, kind of like crisis on infinite earths, but I called it crisis in infinite multiverses where the perspective speedsters had to vibrate at the exact same frequencies at the same time. As they did that both multiverses collided and changed the histories, so that all hero and villain backstories from both universes were represented. The universes merged. They made a lot of movies about what I did in the companies. I merged them and renamed the company The Marvelous Detective comics. There were a few differences. New York City was split in 2 and manhattan was renamed Gotham City and the rest of the city was called Metropolis. In this new world, they started from the beginning. The avengers never was formed. Shield didn't exist, and neither did Hydra. The storyline did start with tony getting kidnapped. I added a new character based off of my own younger self. I wrote my family into the continuity. I made it so that we were in almost every major event that has ever happened. I gave my character the first system in any comic ever. I called it the marvelous detective. Since I basically owned all entertainment at that time, which made my comics so much more popular. It helped comic book store owners out a lot. With the comic book stores more popular, more people got interested in the sciences. The influx of people into the sciences, many breakthroughs happened. Even geology was popular! All this happened in a matter of years! 15 to be exact. Then I happened to get sick like the day I was shot. There was a meteor shower that day. As my family and I went outside, I clapped twice. All power in a 100 mile radius was turned off. Thank god we don't live near any hospitals. We laid down on the blanket I set up and the meteor shower started. The meteors seemed to be larger than normal. One exploded over our shed. I started to pull my wife inside, and she pulled along the children. I pulled them into the underground safehouse that I had built so my parents could live with us and not annoy us with their personalities. They were initially surprised that we were there. I told them about the exploding meteors,and they immediately opened up the control panel. In the end they sat with the children until I made sure that it was safe for us to leave. My father kept pushing buttons until he found my hidden button. As we sat there I asked what he was doing, and he pushed the button. I ran to my children and grabbed them while my parents glared. I told them that he hit the teleport button. It did work, but with a price. It drained life forces, and  what survived got increased bodies.I explained that it was a prototype and it's issues.The issues are usually deadly.In lieu of the death, it causes mutations, portals, black holes, dismemberment, and suicidal thoughts. As I am tinkering a small black dot starts to form on top of the machine. I make my way to the dot and I hear a voice on the other side. I make my way to the dot and grab it. It immediately began to expand to encompass the whole house. I then heard the same voice say "Welcome to the Serve Your Self Theoretical Energy Manipulation powers. Your S.Y.S.T.E.M.

As the pair waited outside there Geography classroom Joe asks Ben "So Ben who do you think is the best Joker?" Ben thinks for a moment and says "Tough question I'm probably gonna have to say Heath Ledger." Suddenly from behind Ben a mysterious voice says "Good choice but the best joker is clearly Mark Hamill cause a man who can Voice the Joker so many times and keep up the Brilliance of the character all the way from the Animated series all the way up to today is clearly the best just like Kevin Conroy is the best Batman. But i will say Troy Baker made a absolutely Brilliant Young joker despite what people say about Arkham Origins it's got probably one of the best lead voice acting crew around in the whole of the Arkham series. Batman's voice actor for Origins was also Brilliant. 5 stars."
The pair look towards this mysterious figure as he walks over towards them and Joe asks "What's your name? I'm Joe Wilson." The Figure holds out his hand and says "Dan, Dan Stewart. I'm new here." Ben goes over to shake his hand and says "So we've heard. Hi My names Ben Strong."
Joe asks Dan "So are you a big DC fan?" Dan holds out his arms and shrugs his shoulders and says "DUH, Who isn't. But I will say I'm not a big DCEU fan since the catastrophe that was the Jostice league. " Ben smiles and says "Neither are we. there is no DCEU without Zack Snyder and his vision." Dan replies saying "Finally people who speak English.  Everyone else I've had to explain who Zack Snyder was. But you two seem to be men of culture." 
Joe smiles and says "We're part of the Few of the people who are in What, Most people don't even know what the Name DC means"  Dan looks at the two of them and at the same time they all say "Detective Comics" Joe then proposes the question "But the question is was batman purposely called the detective as a reference to the companies name or is it just a coincidence." Dan looks at him but as he was about to answer Mr Jones opened the door and saw the trio and said "Ah Dan you've already met Joe and Ben good. You can sit next to them at the back of the room. Come on in Everyone." 
So as they walk in Alex says to Joe "Good Question I want to say that Batman might be called the Detective because despite what many people think Batman is definitely the face of DC, Has been since probably the 60s maybe 90s, So him being called Detective is probably both a good description of his Job and a great honour placed onto him by the Writers of Detective Comics." 
Ben soon comments as they reached there seats "If you ask me it's all one big fat coincidence and that he's called the detective because that's one of his many Jobs as the Batman."
Joe then makes a sarcastic comment saying as usual "Ben the voice of reason." Dan laughs and says "Ye, Ye but he's probably right. It is Probably one big fat Coincidence." 
Suddenly at the Front of the Room Mr Jones get's up out his chair and walks over to the white board and says "Alright class, Today we're gonna be starting a new Topic. Rivers. Can anyone tell me one of the 4 main types of erosion that occurs in rivers?.. Dan" 
"Well one of them is Attrition which is the process which occurs when Sediments of Rocks in the water collide with each other to Break apart and create smaller pieces of sediment ready for one of the other processes most likely Solution."  
Mr Jones points to Dan and says "BRILLIANT, Now let's see  ugh Ben give me another?" Ben looks at Mr Jones and says "Sorry Sir I don't know any sorry" Mr Jones walks forward and press's the On Button on the projector and turns back around and points to the white board and says "As Dan so brilliantly explained the first of the 4 main forms of erosion is Attrition, It's where the current of the water collides the rock sediments and other solids together. Imagine Two Rock giants fighting and as they fight pieces of them Break off of the main mass and Drop into the ground or in this case get carried away by the tide. Now Jot this down in your books before we move on." Mr Jones then walks over to Dan, Ben and Joe and says to Joe "Here's your book, But it seems you probably don't need it hey haha. Well done." Mr Jones walks back to the front and asks "Is anybody still writing? Yep alright well wait another minute before moving on."
Mr Jones walks over to his laptop and press's the next arrow and the Screen moves onto Solution and Mr Jones points to it saying "Solution is the acidity in the water unnoticeable to Us cause often it's not at a level high enough to be a threat to humans but to tiny pebbles it's brutal it can completely destroy stones at a small level. It's like Dropping a bath Bomb into water the solid is no longer there in one piece but the elements that used to make it up are now Scattered across the water. Does everyone understand?, Yes Caity?" 
Caity then asks "But wouldn't the remains of the stones eventually fully disappear so wouldn't bath bubbles be a better example than a bath Bomb?" Mr Jones leans against the side of his table and says "Theoretically in some cases yes Bath Bubbles work better as a example but in others a Bath bomb works better." 
Mr Jones Leans over to tap the next arrow again and gets up and points to the Board and says "The next type is Hydraulic action, This is a process in which the Water compresses the air within smaller cracks in rocks and forces it out creating new cracks breaking up the rock in the Process. It's like Blowing a balloon up so much that it pops as the air tries to escape. Now jot this down."  
Mr Jones waits a few minutes and asks "Is everyone finished?" Most of the people nod and Mr Jones says "Good, Now for the last one, Abrasion, This is the Process where for example lets say a rock  rolls down in a river over and over until it Rubs against the side enough that it eventually becomes smooth and the Rock gets smaller and smaller as more and more of it gets Rubbed off over time. Jot this last one down then I'll let you go 5 minutes early. Chat amongst yourself for now though." 
So Joe turns to Dan and asks him "So what you got next?" Dan picks up a timetable from his pocket and looks at it and says "Music, What about you Joe?" Joe leans back and Says "Yeah I got the same." Suddenly Mr Jones says "You can all go now" So Joe and Dan get up and head off outside to the Music building. Whilst Ben Heads of to his Next lesson and says to the pair "I'll see you at lunch Joe, Bring Dan with you." Joe taps Ben on the shoulder and says "Yeah, See you there Ben." 
As the Pair walk down the modern metal / Glass stairs to the bottom floor Dan asks him "So Joe how long have you and your family lived in What?" Joe thought for a moment and says "My family have lived here since my Great, Great, Great grandad Elderly Joe founded this town. I've never been outside the town, at least not properly, I've never seen a big city, which is something I really want to do." 
as the pair walk outside Dan says to Joe "Oh really, I used to live in the a city it was loud, smelly and always so busy and super expensive. Living out here in What is a nice change from it. Perhaps we can go to a big city experience in the future?. "
Joe replies saying "That would be so EPIC, I really want to do that, Maybe in the summer or something?." as they walk into the Music Building.

In a far of Village in the middle of no where lies a simple kid named Joe Wilson. Bear Witness as he tackles school life as well as his social life.

"I--Yeah, sure," I gathered my composure as I held the door open for the lady.
She smiled widely at me, her pearly whites practically shining, "Thank you!" she thanked me and walked through the door before standing near the entrance and next to me, "Do you live here?" she asked curiously and I gave a somewhat restrained nod, unsure how to deal with such an outgoing and social person.
I mean, it's not like I'm anti-social or that I struggle in social situations...but social butterflies like this lady are just a bit above my social pay grade.
"Yeah, I do...You need any help with your bags? Me and my Aunt would be more than happy to help with them," I offered the basic courtesy to someone who seemed to be struggling with the amount of baggage she had.
The woman tucked a strand of auburn red hair behind her ear as her smile widened, "Well, ain't you a little gentleman?" she asked a rhetorical question before continuing, "But I couldn't possibly trouble you or your Aunt. You holding the door open is help enough, so don't worry about it okay?" she gave a thankful smile and I came to a conclusion: She seems like a...very nice person. Yet I had an odd sense of deja vu as I looked at her. It kind of unsettled me.
Oblivious to my internal feelings, the woman poked her head out of the apartment's entrance and gave a shout. A shout that helped all the pieces fall into place inside my head.
"MJ, hurry up and bring your stuff in!"
...Oh. That's why she looks familiar. She kinda looks like how MJ did in the comics...if she was a real person. Just older and with slight differences. No wonder I felt some kind of deja vu. I read the hell out of the Spider-Man comics in my previous life.
"Sorry about my daughter - the move has left her in a bit of sulky mood. I can take the door if you want?" the woman apologized for having me keep the door open and she was obviously giving me a chance to move out of the way for her to keep the door open...but who would I be to give up a chance to meet THE Mary Jane Watson? An idiot, is what I'd call that type of person.
Shaking my head, I gave my reply with a smile, "No, I'd like to help welcome you to the apartment. It's not the best place available but the people who live here look out for each other and help when it's needed. This should be a pretty good show of that, right?" my smile took on a cheeky appearance and the woman chuckled lightly.
"A budding silver-tongued devil, I see?" she teased and I just smiled back her before shrugging, "Well, I'm grateful for the help...?" she paused, obviously waiting for a name.
"Alex Parker, it's nice to meet you," I smilingly answered before carrying onto my own question, "What floor are you moving onto?"
"Alex Parker..." she closed her eyes, seeming to commit the name to memory, "...Got it! It's nice to meet you, Alex. I'm Madeline Watson and my daughter is called Mary Jane, though please, call her MJ - it's all she'll reply to nowadays," she said with a somewhat fed-up tone before she rolled her eyes, "Here she is. MJ, hurry up and get inside!" Madeline replied before shouting for her daughter to hurry up.
Turning, I saw the famous MJ.
Her red hair was nearly a shade brighter than her others and her green eyes were a bit lighter as well. Is age the cause? Or just a general difference between the two of them?
Shaking off the useless thoughts, I regarded the young MJ. Her mom wasn't wrong - she was sulking. Pouting, to be precise. She seemed to be one or two years older than me and was closer to my height than most people my age. The perks of puberty and growth spurts, I guess. Currently she was dragging a suitcase behind her like it weighed a tonne and her posture was slumped like the backpack she was wearing was designed to weigh her down.
A classic sulky teen.
She trudged up the steps to the entrance and seemed too involved in her own head to even notice my presence. Not until her mom coughed and broke the young redhead out of her internal angst.
She looked over at me and just...stared. Then she blushed, which set off a few alarm bells in my head - I mean, I know I'm good-looking by having a minor blush while looking at me? Goddamn that feels uncomfortable. I mean, I was only 17 when I died in my last life but still...I don't want young teens blushing at the sight of me, man. Is this how the members of BTS felt all the time? Poor fuckers, man.
Spirits uplifted by a 'mystical' force, the redhead straightened her back and gave a small wave alongside a small smile as she tried to ignore her mom's not-so restrained chuckling and did a not-so good job if the blush that was slowly matching her hair's color was anything to go by.
"Hi, I'm Mary Jane Watson," she introduced herself with a somewhat dreamy look in her eyes and I had to restrain a sigh as I brought my hand up to the back of my head where I scratched it uncomfortably.
Knowing I should at least smile in reply so as to not look rude or anything, I did so as I replied, "Alex Parker. It's nice to meet you, MJ--Your mom said I could call you that. Is that okay?" I made sure to not rudely assume anything but I already knew the answer to my question. I just asked it to be sure, I guess, and in the off-chance I was wrong.
...I wasn't wrong, however.
"Yeah, that's fine!" she cheerfully replied, "So...you live here, Alex?" she asked and I nodded before she carried on, "Do you go to the middle school near here as well?" she said, sounding hopeful.
"...Yeah, I do. So does my cousin, Pete," I kept up the small talk with simple answers and we all began to walk toward the elevator. Once inside, Madeline pressed the button for the fourth floor and I raised my eyebrows in surprise before I remarked, "Would you imagine that? That's the same floor as me," I smiled and Madeline smiled down at me while MJ looked positively thrilled.
...I guess she truly is that age, huh? Girls usually do start liking boys quicker than boys start liking girls. Doesn't mean I can reciprocate anything like that to people around my age - I'm not in the business of liking kids, unlike some sick individuals.
Anyway, we all continued to talk as the old elevator rose through the floors at a painfully slow pace. Even as we got to the floor, I help relieve Madeline of some of the lighter bags - I would've taken the heavier ones but she said they'd be too heavy for me as I'm a kid or whatever. I mean, normally she'd be right because how could she know she was standing next to a superhuman 11-year-old?
Whatever, I did what she needed me to do and I saw that the Watson's apartment was literally opposite mine and my families. I guess this is how MJ and Pete would've met in this Alternate Universe. Because while this was certainly the MCU, it was more like an alternate version of the MCU - there were small differences that would lead to big differences. I mean, a big difference being that I read in a book about a Mutant trying to assassinate Nixon. Which meant Mutants were a big thing in this world as well as the rest of the MCU characters.
It'd maybe even be better to call this whole place more...comic book-y. People were usually good looking and those who were beautiful usually were shockingly so.
At least it'd be a pretty decent indicator on whether someone is a hero/villain/person of interest. Seeing as most of those are beautiful, handsome or some other variation of the word 'good-looking'.
Anyway, as I was helping them get their stuff into the apartment, Aunt May poked her head out the door and another round of introductions ensued. Even Pete was dragged out of his room to meet our new neighbors. Madeline seemed to be overjoyed that she had such lovely neighbors (her words, not mine) and her and May hit it off like a house on fire.
MJ and Pete, however...Jesus, I really screwed the pooch on this one.
Pete showed no interest. None. Zero. Zilch. Nada. He just said 'Hi', looked utterly terrified by social situations and then his anxiety got the best of him and he wondered back inside. Now, if this was the normal scenario, MJ being the social butterfly she was, she would've tried more to make Pete feel comfortable or she would've actually shown interest in him because despite being a bit short and skinny, he was good-looking enough. He was more 'cute' than 'handsome' but it was still better than most.
Except because MJ was so focused on me...she just kinda ignored Pete. Neither of them was to blame for what happened - they just passed each other and instead of connecting, they carried on going.
...Damn, does this make me as bad as Mephisto? Christ, I hope not.
Maybe in this universe it just wasn't meant to be. I mean, maybe Gwen Stacy is out there waiting to sweep Pete off his feet? Eh, whatever. I'm not gonna be responsible for his love life any which way anyway.
. . .
POV Change - ??? (3rd Person)
Looking over the wreckage of the car, a detective looked to a nearby officer, "You're saying the car's wheels just popped off and it stopped...and now it looks like a boulder squashed the front half of the car?" he asked.
The officer he asked gave him an unsure look, "I know how odd it sounds, George, but there are witnesses that saw it happen," he gave a shrug before kneeling down next to the squashed front half of the car, "...Though what ever did this--none of us have a clue on what did it. It just...happened. One minute the car was going 70/80 MPH and the next it was stopped by something."
"Then how are the robbers still alive, Tom? Suddenly stopping at that sort of speed'll kill you outright," the detective asked, his disbelief apparent by his tone and expression.
"That's where it gets weird - they say their seatbelts, which they weren't wearing, were suddenly clicked in. They also all said they found themselves bracing for impact without them actually doing anything," the officer brought out his notepad, flicking it open before handing it to the detective, "It's all written down in there, George. Just look through it."
George took the notepad and skimmed through it before letting out a sigh, "Either some sort of miracle happened and they were saved by some act of God...or they're bullshitting us something fierce. You searched through the car for any sorts of explosives? Hidden buttons or fittings?"
"You think an explosion did this?" the officer asked incredulously and the detective waved his hand.
"No. I'm just grasping for straws, Tom," he admitted before flicking the notepad shut and handing it back to the officer as he looked over at him, "So, did you?" he asked again.
"...We looked through what we could, George. We even had the forensics squad down here looking for prints," he sighed before shaking his head, "We found nothing. The whole car's been cleaned out."
The detective looked stumped for a second before he bent down next to the car and looked at the ground around the front half of the car, "It looks like it was put under a goddamn hydraulic press...what the hell happened to do this?" he asked himself before he stood back up straight, "You need to walk me through everything that happened. Maybe we'll get a clue that way," he threw out his suggestion but it was clear to see that he was completely and utterly stumped. "Whatever caused this...whether a freak accident or some sort of tech, we need to figure it out quickly," the detective said, knowing that whatever had caused this could possibly be used against anyone.
It happened suddenly, there's no obvious trap or equipment set-up that's needed for this to work...the detective knew that if this was some sort of technology, it could be used against the NYPD.
...And if it wasn't technology, the detective hated to think about what it could possibly be.
"Detective Stacy! We've got some people over here who wanna speak to you and Officer Thomas Clark," George, hearing his name called, turned around and saw another detective standing in front of an unassuming man who had brown hair and an easy smile on his average face that spoke of one thing - 'Unperturbed'.
It was like the situation of this car mysterious being smashed was nothing unusual in front of this man.
George took a few steps toward the other detective and the mysterious man in the neat black suit. When in front of them, he put out a hand at the man who he guessed had something to do with the government from how he was dressed, "Detective George Stacy. What can I do for you, Mr...?"
"Coulson," the man said, his smile unchanging as his perfectly average voice was heard by the detective, "I work for the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. We'll be taking over this investigation, I'm afraid. Before that, however, I need you both to fill me in on the details," he said with the same smile and just as George looked like he was about to say a counterargument, Coulson shut him down, "The investigation is ours, Detective Stacy. Please don't make a scene."
And with that, George had to bite his tongue and he began to speak through what he knew while Officer Thomas provided his notepad to Coulson who passed it off to a nearby agent who was wearing an identical black suit to him.

Honestly, it's kinda hard to explain how I got to where I am right now. Why? Because my run in with...whatever sent me here, fried my brain and caused me to lose a few key memories. But I'll tell you what I do know!

I'm in the MCU, I was reincarnated into a new body and was born as a child and raised by some very loving family members who took me in after my mother and father disappeared overnight. I don't seem to be a normal human either - how do I know that? Well, when I was 2-years-old, I picked up the sofa one-handed when no one was looking. How do I know I'm in the MCU? Well, I saw Tony Stark on the TV once and the family members who took me in were May and Ben Parker...and the child they're also taking care of is Peter Parker. My cousin.

Sooo I'm pretty sure this is the MCU. Well, better start getting ready to save the world, right?

(A/N - MC doesn't know he's a Viltrumite-Human Hybrid, so he's just gonna go off the assumption he's either a Mutant, an Inhuman or just generally from an Alien Species of super strong people. But he will find out he's one in the future.)

If there are any cases that I regret taking on my detective profession? There are a few. But this one is now overcoming everyone. First, because the deputy asked to close the case for lack of evidence and I still follow him. Shy with some things that I can't get out of my head. I have always been attracted to the supernatural, although I am a little incredulous. And I always wonder what my reaction would be to the unlikely, the inexplicable. I felt, with the experience that enables me to do that, that there was much more to this boy's story than what he told at the bar, or at least what I remember he did. I asked Veronica, my secretary, to call him and give the psychiatrist's number. Now I would keep an eye out to see if he would consult. No. I had no intention of stealing information from her and breaking doctor / patient confidentiality, my intention in this case was merely therapeutic and philanthropic. But my intention of getting closer was to get to know my friend more closely and immerse myself in this world that seemed to move him so much that it made him think about killing himself. I thought about the next step, the rapprochement. Our first meeting was quite unexpected, I am ashamed to say that I was caught with pants in my hand. I already knew about your routine, your steps. Even from her most frequent home with one of her students in the Limoeiros neighborhood, it was not a question of how but in what situation it would be better to approach.
Invariably many of my cases have led me to adventures and situations so unseemly that I dare not talk about them, so as not to tarnish my resume. And the case I was working on now, yes, because officially I had dropped the case where Reinaldo was a suspect, only officially. Well, that case was another one that offered me a range of incredible possibilities and opportunities so that, with my keen sense, I would take advantage of all of them for my own benefit and use a springboard to reach my goal. In short the case is a businesswoman named Diana, who suspects that her partner is trying to default on her and pass her back on business. The partner is called Clóvis and is an extravagant guy who displays a cheesy goatee and wears cheesy clothes. That night the citizen would be at a charity party to raise funds for charities that care for homeless people and I would be there, watching closely. I watched the party from afar. He was in a cafeteria across the street, which served sugarcane juice and pastries. I thought it was funny. See the limousines stopping and the pompous couples getting out and posing for the photos. Shouldn't all the glamor, lights and sequins on top of that, something that has this philanthropic edge be less flashy? Less exhibitionist? I don't know, I just don't see the need for the spotlight. I saw when he arrived, Clóvis, accompanied by a beautiful young woman. Discreet, without attracting attention, neither did they seem known to the press that was there or to the curious and celebrity fans. I finished my pastry, turned the cane juice glass over and left the money on the table under the napkin holder. Damn, I spilled sugarcane juice on my shirt, as I am clumsy. I went back to get some napkins and I came across the white place attendant, sweating, looking everywhere.
- What is it? - I asked. Slapping him on the chest to face him. - Did you think I sweat without paying? Here is the money. I took the napkin holder out of place revealing the money underneath. The guy was embarrassed and rubbed his greasy hands on his apron. The party was a bore. Bad music, bad food, at least the drinks were good. The tables were all reserved. So it would be very difficult to find a place to be close to the two to hear something. The way would be to wait for them to socialize. Maybe the prom. I hope you enjoy dancing. I waited. Lord, what suffering. They opened the microphones and it was a show of decorated speeches and all the litany that always has in these parties and it is not even worth repeating. But in spite of being dull, the interminable moment served to make me realize something. The naughty one of Clóvis's companion was well done. You could see her offering herself to the guys, shamelessly. Then there was dinner. My first opportunity. I took my plate and went to the buffet. I stood in line behind the girl. - Are these onion rings? - I asked, while watching her serve herself. - Squid rings, sir. A delicacy. - Delicacy? Swear? No. I think you are a delicacy. - Wow. How clumsy. Are you comparing me to a plate? That's right? - She asked smiling. Then I realized that we were standing in line and looking at us. I nodded to her while I was still thinking what to say. - And the good things in life can't be compared to food? Our favorites are delicious and the slower we taste, the better they get. I said that and smiled, staring at her steadily. But we left the buffet and she went to her table. I didn't see Clóvis. And maybe that approach to the young lady was the distraction that always ends up harming some of my cases. The distraction called "skirt tail". Probably and I already knew that. That meeting would be just for sex, they wouldn't deal with business. But I was there. Because as you already know, I'm not just motivated by work. In fact, it is what motivates me the least. I ate inside, together with other mere mortals, because the tables in the hall were all reserved. I put little food on the plate. Strange things I had never seen. I wasn't going to risk it. Remember when I talked about the opportune confidences of the profession? Look at that. I just saw Reinaldo here. He sat alone at a table in front of mine. He's turned his back on me. I went there to check it out. - Look at the friend. I didn't know that I also volunteered. - He was surprised to see me. And then he looked angry. - Sorry, but I'm with you. If it's one of those interrogations, could it be another day? The time and place are not appropriate. - Not alright. The case was closed. You weren't even asked to testify. It is not? Nothing weighs against you. I am in another case now. And about your company. Who is she? It's a girl, right? - Daiane, it's a woman. A teacher like me. Very respected. Do not even try. You are being inconvenient. Don't you see? - I want to help you, boy. Did you accept the consultation with the psychiatrist? Accept. I liked you. Only that. So I can't help you? Get real. You are not well. And whatever that is, I know you have to share it with someone. It can be too big a weight to carry alone. - While I was talking, the teacher arrived. It was beautiful. A simplicity. Thin and slender, in a black dress, hoop earrings, red lipstick filling her voluminous lips. I got up as a gentleman and introduced myself, but not as a detective but as a friend. She said she was going out to put them at ease, but she was so kind and asked me to stay. I paid for that round of drinks and the conversation went on for a long time. I was totally distracted from the couple. Until the girl with Clovis went to our table and left a napkin, whispering in my ear: "I'll meet you in half an hour." I was embarrassed around my colleagues. Then Reinaldo took advantage: - So this is your job? - Daiane looked at me suspiciously. I didn't know what to say. - We have some distractions along the way, professor. I think you know. And we all laughed at the situation. I broke the ice and that was very important for what came next. We didn't even drink as much as we did that day at the bar. But I think the initial confrontation between the suspect and the investigator has been overcome and now we were the same. He identified with me. That beautiful young woman who left the napkin on the table helped with that. He ended up telling his whole adventure. From the beginning. I was very impressed with everything. I recognize. But I didn't try to teach a moral lesson or accuse him of being crazy. As a detective, we learn to think like the other and put ourselves in his place. - What if you stopped seeing this as a curse? Look that. You were stabbed. Aline saw you die, didn't she? Hmm? - I asked, knocking on the table. He looked at me and shook his head. - Look man. Thinking that everything you said is true. And look, I'm not doubting you. I think it is a blessing. Not a curse. Maybe if you could study this book more. Where is him now? What if the book turned you into a kind of hero? A superhero? Like us comics. Only not like the ones in the comics, you know? But real. You don't die. So it's invulnerable. Have you tried experimenting? - What? As well? - He reacted impressed. - Cut yourself. Get hurt, to see if it regenerates. I think it happens. - Concluded and threw my knife on the table. - Come on, try. - Not here. You are crazy. Do you want them to call the police? - I also think it's not a good idea. - Daiane corroborated. - Go there. It's just a little cut here, "I pointed out," no one will notice. And we will see if it happens or not. Then he took the knife and cut his palm. Blood ran. He put a napkin underneath. We waited a minute but nothing happened. - See, man? I think you're reading a lot of comics. - Look again, man. The three of us were looking at the regeneration in amazement. Gradually, from the inside out, each cell, fiber, fat and skin, all returning to their original structure, like a rewinding tape. It was so strange to see that. But it was happening.

What do you know about the origin of everything? You were there? Can you deny what the book of the four will reveal on its pages? Can you say? How to deal with such devastating power. A book that, if read, can bring up ancient, silenced nightmares. The life of Reinaldo and others, unfortunates like him, will change completely when he comes into contact with this simple artifact, apparently, a book, but which in essence manifests in its content echoes of ages so distant and somber that they can drive those who read them mad.
Forget all the unanswered questions that humanity has been asking itself for centuries and ask yourself a single question. What is the book of four? If you dare to embark on this, be warned. I am not responsible for your sanity during and especially after reading. Good luck.

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