The chaos and noise around me comes to an abrupt halt.
There's a darkness, a silence. For the first time in years, I relax. After composing myself I come up with multiple possible conclusions, but deduce them to the most likely.
I'm in a coma.
But on the off chance this is a second chance at life I need to prepare.
I can't do anything about the first and the same goes for the second option. So I make a year long clock in the back of my head. If I'm not gone from here by the time it's been a year, I'll assume the worst.
In the meantime I'll use this time to reflect and improve on any weaknesses. My inabilities.
An interesting revelation exposes itself though. I'm thinking at an increased rate. If I were to make a rough estimate, I'd say there's about a 37% increase in the speed in which I think through things.
April 17, 2000
The cries of a newborn baby echo throughout a hospital.
My minor suspicions are confirmed as my cries wail through the hospital, deafeningly.
I can't move my head and my vision is blurred, but I notice something that makes me stagnate, in the corner of the room I see Thomas Wayne, my father.
My parents were murdered once before. I won't let it happen again. Not over my dead body.
Martha Wayne perspective:
I looked down to see my son, the months of pain weren't anything if not worthwhile. I might seem crazy but his face gives off a cold aura, a calm, serene, tempered aura.
His raven black hair, expressionless blue eyes. They give off the demeanor of a man whose seen everything. Maybe it has something to do with his quirk?
I suddenly hear footsteps coming towards the hospital bed.
"Are you okay? Any complications? Is Bruce okay?" This baby has only been here a couple minutes and he's already got Thomas wrapped around his finger.
I chuckle slightly as I respond. "One question at a time. Yes, he's okay and I'm also okay."
His face calms and color returns to it as he sits down in a chair at the corner of my room.
"That's a relief." He exhaustedly remarks.
"Loosen up a little, enjoy life, when it's almost gone you'll regret taking it too seriously." I offer words of encouragement that he agrees with
"You're right." He says. "Let's enjoy this moment and savor it, after all it's our first, possibly only child."
Bruce's Perspective:
It seems as if my parent's personality slightly deviate from my past. This body! I can't do anything. I'll just use these years to clear my head and make a plan for the foreseeable future.
Just as I start trying to fight off my bodies natural instinct to sleep, my attention is turned to the tv screen in front of the hospital bed, even though I can't see very clearly, one thing is for certain. This world is a lot different than my past world.
I hear the channel on the tv reporting news. There was a villain who robbed a store using superpowers to rob it. The strange thing is, they have no audibly distressed tone and aren't questioning the use of superpowers.
My guess is that this is normal in this world. Powers are a common occurrence, if not, a guaranteed gene.
All of this information ran through my head a third faster than it normally would, my guess would be, this is my power.
If this is a gene though, then it should be hereditary in some way, meaning my father or mother could have a power similar to mine.
This is all a theory, but a highly plausible possibility that I can't rule out. Further research required.
I quickly dose off into a quick nap.
I wake up in a black limousine with a coffee colored interior. It's highlighted by the crimson red floor and black seats. Well, it seems my family still has an abundance of money.
I hear talking in a seat next to me.
"Master Bruce is awake."
The man who raised me, fed me, encouraged me, created the man I am, or was. Alfred pennyworth is sitting in a seat next to me. I can't possibly begin to put into words how grateful I am for this man. Even after my parents died, he took care of me.
He was with me through the roughest of times, taught me how to run a business, led me to become the worlds greatest detective, the Batman.
The parental figure I never deserved, was handed to me on a platinum platter. I will protect this man with everything I have, everything in my power. He was a father when I didn't have one.
"make sure he's okay." My father says.
"Not even a day yet and you're already overprotective." My mom says.
"Is it so bad that I want the best for my child?" My father asks genuinely.
"No, it just means you'll be a great father." She says.
"We're here. Wayne Manor."
As he pulls in, Alfred surprises me by telekinetically grabbing all of my things. He then grabs my car seat and enters the house.
It's all the same. Everything I remember, all my experiences in this house. They all lie in here.
Alfred puts me to sleep in a baby crib and walks off. I'll have to learn more about these powers tomorrow. I slowly fall asleep.
The next day:
I can't move well, I can barely roll yet, but I try my best to analyze the information I'm given. I also notice my comprehension speed is much higher, if I were to give a rough estimate, I'd say it doubled.
The analytical speed of my brain is so fast, I can get every bit of information out of 100 words in a couple seconds.
I read on a newspaper something about quirks, this worlds superpowers. They seem to be almost always genetic and quirkless people are looked down upon and seen as lesser.
It seems even the "good" people in this world have a social hierarchy specifically created to bring those without powers down.
There's quirkless, lesser quirk, good quirk, high end quirk, amazing quirks.
If I am correct about my quirk being increased comprehension, (which I'm 90% sure it is), then I would most likely be ranked between lesser quirk and good quirk.
The thing is, the gap between quirkless and lesser quirk is far bigger than the gap between lesser quirk and amazing quirks.
People in this world are discriminated against for genetic traits.
I wasn't naive enough to believe there wouldn't be discrimination just because I went to another world, but this is outside of my expectations.
For it to be so widely acceptable, it's evil.
2 years later.
I can walk, and even run. I can also talk. My parents see me as a prodigy because I can articulate myself so well and communicate exceptionally.
They've also noticed my ability to grasp advanced concepts for a two year old toddler.
My mother and fathers quirks respectively are
Brain overload: quirk holder can perceive reality at a slowed rate for a limited amount of time, the only drawback being a headache, which's intensity is decided by the duration of which said quirk is used. (Can be trained to reduce drawback.)
And
Quick process: quirk holder can process information at an enhanced speed, speed depends on users willingness to learn something and boosts long term wisdom. (Used passively) no drawbacks.
And me? I haven't gotten my quirk tested but I have a rough idea of it, I can passively think at increased speeds and process information at a greatly increased rate also greatly improves anything mental, including memory. I can't find any drawbacks.
2 years later.
I'm starting school in preschool and am currently hiding my max potential, but seem bright enough, a good middle ground.
I've recently gotten my quirk tested and it was exactly as expected.
Yesterday, Thomas Wayne's perspective.
My son is getting a quirk test today. I have a minor hunch his quirk will be something mental, considering me and Martha have mental quirks.
I see the quirk tester walks out of his office. "Your sons quirk is quick thinking, he can process information quickly and thinks at greatly increased speeds, also improves upon anything mental, memory, comprehension, etc.
That is a great quirk in the right hands, unfortunately Bruce has made it clear he wants to be a superhero, and this isn't really a suitable quirk, I'll support him no matter what though.
Bruce's perspective.
This is the perfect quirk, it improves upon my training and greatest strengths. Works in almost any situation too, stealth, deception, acting and even combat.
Present day.
The best is yet to come though, I have a few theories that need testing.
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