Do you ever get the feeling that your life is just for the amusement of beings that are on a higher plane of existence? No? Well, I do. Now you're probably thinking "oh, he's being dramatic" or "wow, he sounds like a bitch" and all I got to say to the ones who think that is, FUCK. YOU!!!
Wait, where was I going with this this? Oh, right, yeah, so as I was saying, my life is currently being used for the amusement of some God or demon or deity. They had the bright idea to transmigrate me from my world and into the world of DC.
Now, if this was my younger self, he would be jumping for joy at the thought of being in one of his favorite universes. Sadly, this isn't him. Being in the DC Universe is just about as bad as being in the Marvel Universe. The only saving grace I can think of is hoping I'm not in the actual comic worlds, but in one of the animated worlds, hell, even the DCEU would be a good choice.
Fuck, I'm rambling again. Anyways, as I was saying, higher being sent me to DC for shits & giggles, and now I have to navigate my way through this dangerous world. At least the being wasn't too heartless. They seemed to have given me an identity, an apartment (although it's in Gotham, the worst place to be), some money, and powers.
From what little I can understand of these powers, it seems to be energy based and probably technology, too, if I go by my recently talking appliances. I'll have to find somewhere private enough for me to practice with them. Let's just hope I don't get on the big bad bat's radar yet.
"If you're done with your monologue or whatever, can you go out and buy me a new light bulb," a grumpy male voice said from my microwave.
"Fine Mick. I guess I have to face this journey now or never," I said.
"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up before somebody tries to rob the store or the Joker attacks the city again," Mick, the microwave said.
I rolled my eyes at the machine and curse the deity who decided to give me the power to bring technology alive. Why couldn't I have gotten something basic like pyrokinesis or telekinesis or something.
I grabbed my keys and my wallet, put on my shoes, and left the apartment to go buy this grumpy microwave a new light bulb.