Hello everyone. The author here. I just wanted you to know that I am writing this as a passion project. A romance in DC.
I will take thing slow. I hope you enjoy my version of Wonder Woman.
Right now, I have no plan for a harem. My aim is to write a story resolving around the up and down of a relationship in a superheroes setting. Like a test for my actual novel.
Feel free to give me feedback, I always aimed to improve.
I will see you again when I have something to say.
That's it, enjoy the story.
P.S: I will be lurking in the comments.
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"Xandros, can you check this?" Steve threw me a journal, an object of my mission this time.
Staring at it, I felt my heart pounding at the possibility. It detailed everything I needed to know to replicate the new toxin created by the Germans. Honestly, it was hard to believe something this dangerous was even possible, nevertheless, in a comic world as ridiculous as the DC, I should not be surprised, after all, I was there too.
Could you believe it? Dying and waking up to meet a Random Omicience Being, or R.O.B as the youngster called it.
Honestly, before experiencing it for myself, I called you crazy if you were to suggest such a thing. But now, I could only say that my grandson was right. He had this crazy talk about the omniverse, and how everything was connected.
Thanks to his suggestion, I was able to acquire the power that would hopefully be enough for me to live a happy life. Molecule manipulation, and complete control over my mind.
The first power was self-explanatory.
The second power, oh boy, it was a doozy. It was able to sort, catelog, view and understand every part of my life, this and the last. Thankfully, it was just that, understanding, I did not have to carry with me the baggage that was the emotional trauma in my last life, nor the undying devotion I had for my wife. Instead, this life start anew, new emotions, new devotion, and of course, new agrogant. It was because of a basic principle I did not understand how my grandson had think of, but I had benefit from it greatly. As long as I used my brain, whether it was reading, thinking, or even daydreaming, I would become smarter.
And let me tell you, seeing the world as lesser than me did not help my ego one bit.
Anyway, I had ranted enough.
Looking back at the man before me, I said nervously, "This is it. The proof we needed."
"What are we waiting for? We need to get this back to the commander," Steve said.
I saw the excitement in his eyes. It was not the lust for achievement. No. I had seen those glints throughout this life and last to recognize them. His was the excitement for the end of this bloody war. The first of its kind. A World War.
That was one of the reasons I genuinely adored him and I understood why Wonder Woman fell in love with him.
Thus, it made my next choice, so much harder.
"Steve, we need to plan this out."
"What are you talking about?"
"Steve, are you that high-strung to not think of the consequence if we were to steal a plane and flew off?" I said.
At my question, he finally stopped, and let the years of training take over. "You're right. A plane would not get us far. So, what do you have in mind?"
"A decoy."
"I don't like where this is going," Steve said.
However, I ignored him and continued, "There are two of us, and your German is much better than mine."
"I don't like this," Steve said.
"I don't see it any other way, Steve."
"I can't let you take that risk. Not for me." Steve paced around the room anxiously. "No. No. I got us here in the first place. I will be the decoy."
"I am not doing this for you, but for the war, Steve. It needs to end. Plus, we both knew what would happen if the Germans were to use this thing."
"Death…"
"I will leave behind a few plane. Make sure that you are on it, and stay safe, my friend." Without another word, I knocked him off his step, buying enough time, that he had no other way but to follow through with my crazy plan.
A few seconds later I heard him scream in perfect German, "Spion."
Like that, we were seperated. Steve taking on a whole new path, while I would be taking his. And everything happened just as it should for him. Before long, I was in the air, evading the pursuit of the German navy.
Then, why was I not happy, right? After all, I was on a set course to meet Diana.
Was it the little voice whispering in the back of my mind, 'You are not him. You are a lying bastard with an ulterior motive, she would not fall in love with you. She would hate you. She would kill you.'
Or the thought that I, someone who was not destined to, would not stumble upon Paradise Island. and I would die out in the open sea when my fuel ran out.
Or I could die from a lucky shot from a German down below.
Why was I even doing it? I asked myself for the millionth time. Other times, I would let it slide with a nervous chuckle. This time, it hit me. My impulse to join the war knowing how it ended, knowing that there was another one, even more deathly, were to come. Then, I desired to take over Steve's position in the established timeline. Why? Was it jealousy?
"I am jealous of Steve?" I mumbled to myself, not believing the words I said. But I could not deny it either.
For me, since I recovered the memories of my past life when I was six years old, I felt more than indifferent to the world around me.
"With all of my intelligent, I did not escape human's wisdom. Hindsight is always 20/20." I sighed. "So much for no emotional baggage."
Now that the dice had been cast, I could only follow it through.
It turned out, I had rolled a six. Because when the morning came, I crash-landed on an island that should not exist.
Climbing out of the cockpit, I took in the view around me.
The endless blue sea, a sight I had never managed to see even in my last life. It shimmered under the sunlight, gleaming with beauty and purity, like this island itself. It was free from the rampage modernization.
When I turned around, I saw her, beauty beyond anything I should even comprehend. The moment her eyes met mine, we seemed to get lost in a world of our own. and I honestly did not care. For a brief second, there was only her stary eyes, the way they practically glow with child-like wonder captured my everything. Then, it was her rosy lips, the way they pucker with every thought running through her mind.
Then, it was her ample bosom jiggled with every step she took, and the way her hips swayed from side to side turned my mind blank as not a single thought could be found.
For the first time, standing there on that beach, with her staring back with curiosity, I was at peace.
No wondering thoughts.
No self-doubt.
Just me and her.
I even failed to notice the army of Amazons behind her.
"Beautiful…" I said, while lost in thought.
"Flattery would not guarantee your safety." Her words, snapped me back to reality, as I found my cheek flaring up from the way I lost myself in her beauty. Even more, was the soft chuckle I heard escaping her mouth as if she was pleased by my response.
"I am sorry for my earlier manner. My name is Xandros Maxim, and I am a British soldier. Can I asked the fair maiden, where I am, and how could I get back to England?" I said, pretending not to know who she was, and where I had landed.
"Diana," She answered, "But I am afraid you cannot leave this island. Not without my mother's approval."
"Then, can I asked for her audience? I have important news regarding the World War," I said, faking urgency.
"World War?" Another repeated. I saw the worries and fear in her eyes, not at the notion of a world war, but it was a fear of the inevitable. Undoubtedly, this was Hippolyta, Diana's mother. A supportive mother, who understood Diana's desire to see the world of men.
That was when I realized I was surrounded by an army of Amazons, as they looked at me with anger and fear.
"Lies." Another one interjected. And out of everyone there, she was furious at my presence alone. "Trick of the word. Lies men used to deceive us."
"Aunt Antiope, what if he is telling the truth? What if there is really a World War? A war on that scale, it could be no other than Ares," Diana said.
"Even if it is so, it is not our place to intervine. We have isolated ourselves from the outside world for centuries. We should not change our ways because of the words of a man."
"Then, what about the truth?" Diana argued back, and before anyone could react, I found myself tightened by the Lasso of Truth. "Tell us the truth. Did you lie about the world war? And tell me how did you end up here on this island?"
At Diana's question, the Lasso come to life, it glowed with a beautiful golden light. And to my horror, I found my control of my mind slipping, and the ability to lie or to even stay silent suppressed in the favor of the truth.
"No, I did not lie. The war had been raging on for years. My partner and I discovered a weapon of mass casualties. I was the decoy so that my partner could bring the information back to England. I crash-landed in the plane behind me."
At the end of it all, I did not felt happy, instead, there was a sense of dread creeping up. The lost of control was not something I had anticipated. Thus, the idea of me saying something I should not have become a possibility. And it was truly terrifying.
"Then, we must stop Ares, before it is too late," Diana stated brimming with purpose.
"Again, even so, it was a problem of the world of men and how flawed it is. And there is no way for us to know that Ares was behind this, is there?" Antiope said.
At the rhetorical question, I felt the dread intensified, as I was compelled to answer, "Ares is a part of this war."
"We have nothing to wait, we must stop Ares," Diana said triumphantly, happy that her fear was not unwarranted.
However, this time, no one said anything. They were staring at me, even Antiope was speechless for one. The one reacted the most was undoubtedly Hippolyta. She looked at me with the kind of incomprehensible gaze I was expecting.
"Mom?"
"Have you not noticed, Diana? He should not believe in Ares, let alone be able to confirm his existence," Hippolyta said.
At that revelation, I could only say to myself, "Well fuck…"