I groan as I wake up from getting my ass handed to me by Jason, and that hit to my liver hurt like hell—but I don't have to worry about any damage from it because I'll heal from it. Plus, I will get my get-back on him at some point.
I open my eyes and look around, and I see that I'm in a medical bay or some shit like that, because there are many medical devices here. I know what each one does—like there's an excellent MRI machine here that you would not find in any hospital for normal-money folk. And here's the kicker: not even rich-as-fuck people would have it because y'all man had this thing made personally.
"You're awake," Tim said as he walked into the medical bay.
"How long was I out?" I asked Tim as I sat on the medical bed and used Zetsu to help with my tiredness—because turns out I can get tired, it's just that I recover really fast compared to other people.
"Only for about a good ten minutes," Tim said to me as he handed me a glass of water, and I took it from his hand.
"Hmm," I said as I took a sip of the water, then asked, "Where am I anyway?"—deciding to play dumb a little bit.
"The medical bay," Jason said as he walked into the room.
"You just have one of those in the manor?" I asked them, then added, "Y'all could've just slapped me awake instead of bringing me here," I said as I got out of the bed.
"I would have, but then I'd get yelled at by Tim and Duke, and I'm not really in the mood for that," Jason said to me as he handed me my hoodie.
I took my hoodie from him and put it on, and as I did, I smelled a little bit of moistness coming from behind the cracked-open door—so I'm going to assume we're in the Batcave.
"You in pain?" Tim asked me.
"Nah, not really. The pain is leaving slowly but surely, so I'm good," I said to Tim—and honestly, the pain wasn't that bad.
"That's good, I guess," Tim said to me as he nodded for me to follow him and Jason to the door of the medical bay.
"I got a question for you, Gray," Jason said to me as we walked.
"If you were a hero or something like that, what kind would you be?" Jason asked me, and I was a little surprised by how blunt he was—because I'm pretty sure he was trained to be subtle with things. And I could see Tim giving Jason a mean glare now.
"I'd say I'd be one who focuses on saving people rather than really fighting villains, because I feel like we don't have enough of those in this world. In all reality, heroes are mostly fighting villains rather than saving," I answered Jason honestly. And also, I really wouldn't call myself a hero—because I wouldn't hesitate to let people die to save those I love and care about.
"Would you save a villain?" Jason then asked me after I answered his first question.
"It'd really depend on the villain, but I'd most likely not."
Jason just nodded his head as he pulled open the cracked door and stepped out, followed by Tim, then me.
"What the fuck," I said as I looked at the Batcave—because the comics kind of downplay it a little, and there's so much more here than I thought.
"Welcome to the Batcave," Jason said to me with dramatic jazz hands.
"Hey, I wanted to say that, and you know it!" Tim said to Jason.
"The Batcave…" I muttered, shocked that I was actually here.
I'm in the fucking Batcave.
This is something people would kill for back in the 'real' world. Hell, some people would do anything to be in my shoes—and I mean anything.
"Hello, Gray," Bruce said to me—and he's in his Batman suit mixed with a little bit of his Bruce persona, and I'm pretty sure he has a little DID. I might have to scan him again when I get the chance.
I just looked at him, because I feel like I'm meeting him a little bit too early. I mean, I get that I'm in DC where anything is really possible, plus I'm really happy that I can't be mind-controlled or have my mind read.
"You did a good job last night saving those people and healing them," Bruce said to me, and I started to smile because I'm getting complimented by Batman himself. Then he said, "But you weren't careful in your getaway, your costume didn't protect your body at all, and your mask could've come off easily." He wasn't wrong, really, because I was not careful at all.
"Galena," Damian said to me as he walked up holding a bokken.
"Batman is Bruce Wayne…" I muttered under my breath—because yes, I know who he is, it's just that there's a part of me that doesn't believe it. Like, Bruce Wayne—aka Brucey Wayne—the himbo of all himbos, is Batman? The one who beats people nearly to death at night? My DC self doesn't believe it that much.
"Yep. And Tim is Red Robin, Damian is Robin, Dick is Nightwing, Cass is Black Bat or Orphan—depending on who you ask—Duke is Signal, Stephanie is Batgirl, Kate is Batwoman, and finally, I'm Red Hood," Jason said to me—and he got some mean looks from Tim, Damian, and Bruce.
"Don't y'all look at me like that. He would've found out at some point, because we all know Tim would've told him—plus Bernard knows who we are," Jason said. And I looked at Tim, because now that I think about it, it's kind of fucked. Like, I'm his childhood friend and I didn't know he was Red Robin, but his boyfriend knows?
Tim avoided my eyes and looked away from me, then muttered, "I was going to tell you at some point."
"You're kind of an asshole," I told him.
"I know."
"Follow me, Gray," Bruce said to me as he walked to the Batcomputer.
"Bossy."
"I heard that."
"I wasn't really trying to hide what I said," I replied as we got to the computer.
Bruce just ignored me as he pulled up what I'm going to assume are camera videos of me running from them and saving those people.
"What you did last night will draw attention to you due to the fact that you can heal others," Bruce said to me as he showed a video of me kneeling next to someone and healing them—you could see the gold glow. Then he asked, "What is your limit for healing?"
"None really—just need time to heal depending on what I'm healing," I said honestly. There's no real reason for me to lie about my healing capabilities like that. Plus, him knowing this kind of info could end up saving a lot of people—because if some big world-ending shit goes down and members of the League get fucked up, then Bruce could call me or come to me to fix them up fast and get them back to their peak.
"How exactly do you know this?"
"I just do."
Bruce just stayed quiet for a minute, then he spoke. "To the medical bay. Now." After he said that, he walked to the medical bay, and we followed him.
When we got back to the medical bay, Bruce grabbed a scalpel, sat down on one of the beds, and slashed his hand open. He groaned a little from doing that.
"Go on and heal it," Bruce said to me. I looked at the others, who were just as shocked and confused as I was, because this was something I didn't expect Bruce to do—and that he trusted me that much to do it.
I took a deep breath and gently grabbed Bruce's hand. Then I paused because I got an idea, so I asked him, "Can I use [Healer Touch] on you?"
"You gotta ask to heal people?" Tim asked me, but I ignored him and waited for Bruce to answer.
"Yes. Go ahead," Bruce answered, looking me in the eyes.
So I put my palm against his chest and stopped using Zetsu. Then I said, "[Healer Touch]."
I'm going to assume that in their eyes, Bruce is getting covered in a gentle gold glow—but to me, he's covered in a mix of my healing energy and my Nen.
"It's beautiful…" I heard Jason murmur in a soft voice—very different from his usual tone.
"إنه مثل الإلهي," Damian said—and I have no clue what the fuck he just said.
The slash on Bruce's hand healed quickly, but it didn't stop there. The scars on his hand started to fade slowly too, his skin began to get smoother and softer, and I could feel that every part of his body was starting to heal.
Now here's the thing about my healing that I haven't mentioned—because I haven't really gotten a proper chance to use it. My healing will make it so that if you had broken bones of any kind, it'll make those bones a little stronger and denser. Also, I'm repairing the muscle fibers that are torn too, which makes them stronger—because if you didn't know, when you work out, you're tearing your muscle fibers, then rebuilding them slowly to make them stronger. That's why it's important to rest after a huge workout: you need to let your body rebuild those fibers. The whole process is called hypertrophy, but the one I'm focusing on is myofibrillar hypertrophy—because it actually makes the muscles stronger and denser rather than just bigger.
Now, that whole bone thing isn't really true in the 'real' world, but it is here. Let me explain: when your bone breaks, it lays down new tissue, which makes the bone stronger for a while. But over time, the body remodels the bone and removes the excess tissue, so it returns to its original strength. But that shit doesn't apply to this world for some reason. I mean, there is a reason—but I don't really feel like explaining it right now.
About five minutes later, I've finished healing Bruce's whole body. His body is pretty healthy—if you don't look at the broken bones, messed-up organs, and the fact that he doesn't eat or get enough sleep—but it's still all good.
"I feel way better now," Bruce said as he stood up and walked over to a scale to check his weight. Then he said, "I gained ten pounds from that." Then he asked, "How?"
"Myofibrillar hypertrophy," I said simply—and I know he knows what that means, because he knows a lot of shit.
Then we spent the next ten minutes talking while Bruce did tests on himself to see how my healing affected his body. We mostly talked about my powers and how they are as heroes.
"Gray," Bruce said to draw my attention, then added, "You've healed my body to the point where it's like I've never gotten into a fight in my life—or had an injury at all."
"How did you get your powers? Because you're a meta, yet the gene is still locked. We did take your blood in your sleep to tested it," Bruce said to me.
"I know how I got my powers—but I'm not going to tell you," I told him. Because yes, I'm not the biggest fan of keeping secrets, but there are some things that will go to the grave with me no matter what—including the Essences.
"What exactly can you do?"
"Many things."
"I'm going to offer you a deal," Bruce said to me.
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[AN: Hello goblins, it your favorite Hispanic Daddy and I am feeding you the weekly chapted so I do not want to hear y'all whinnying plus I got finals this week so I will be bussy.
Gray here did kind of made Bruce stronger while fixing his body.
I am planning on making his costume to be a pair of sweatpants and a tank top but I can not find any good design for it so I am still looking for them.
Now Gray will not really call himself a hero cause he would let people die to save the ones that he love and care about because some heroes would let them die to save people they don't even know, now if the reason is done correctly then I love those heroes like spider-man and Superman because they are true reason and they represent hope to me.
Anti-heroes are only good to me if they are written good because anti-heroes that are edgy ass fuck are weird and to me the best anti-hero is the Punisher because he knows that he is a bad person and he does not really try to make himself seen like he is in the right by killing people like how he got piss for police supporting and being fans of him cause he know that he should not be idolize at all.
Give me some ideas for weapons that he should use and what should be his main weapon.]