I'm trying my best to write chapters when I can considering I have work and stuff.
Hopefully I keep going and reach 100 chapters.
Feel free to suggest stuff.
I was considering giving his girls a Kamen rider driver but not sure what.
I have one for a particular girl but we will see.
As for the harem, we will see how this goes. I'm trying to limit it as much as I can considering there's too many Baddies in DC comics.
I've also considered adding Power rangers considering we did get DC x Power rangers comics.
I might use the comic or Megaforce. Not sure if I'll add the girls from power rangers as a harem member but we will see.
Anyway, I recently finished Kabuto and the ending was Meh. I'm currently trying to watch OOO but I'm not sure, should I watch it first or should I watch build first? Or maybe Den-O.
That aside, hope you don't mind slice of life moments.
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[ Introduction Arc ]
Location: Gotham City
Time: 7:00 AM, Sunday
Date: March 18, 20xx
"You have to run, Raven!"
The voice echoed—urgent, desperate—yet distant, as if coming from another world.
Flames swallowed the sky.
Raven stood frozen as Azarath burned.
Towering spires of stone and crystal crumbled under waves of hellfire, their sacred inscriptions melting into molten ruin. The air was thick with ash and screaming—endless, unbearable screaming. Monks and civilians alike fled in vain as colossal shadows descended from the heavens, tearing bodies apart with claws and dark magic.
And then he arrived.
Trigon.
His massive form blotted out the sky, six burning eyes blazing with cruel satisfaction. With a mere gesture, entire districts were erased, reduced to nothing but fire and ruin. Raven watched helplessly as those who had raised her—who had trained and taught her discipline, control, and peace—were slaughtered without mercy.
"No… no, stop…" she whispered, her voice drowned out by the roar of destruction.
Trigon turned his gaze toward her.
Reality warped.
Chains of dark energy wrapped around her limbs, suspending her in an endless void. Trigon loomed before her, closer now—his presence suffocating, his voice resonating inside her mind rather than her ears.
"Do you understand now, my daughter?" he rumbled, his tone mocking, possessive.
"You were born for this."
Images assaulted her—Earth burning, cities collapsing, oceans boiling beneath demonic skies. Humanity screamed just as Azarath had.
"You will open the way," Trigon continued, the chains tightening.
"You will bring me to Earth."
"And together, we will conquer it."
Raven screamed—
—and her eyes flew open.
She gasped sharply, sitting upright as her heart hammered against her ribs. For a split second, she braced herself for fire, chains, or darkness.
Instead, there was silence.
Soft light filtered in from tall windows, illuminating a room that was immaculate—clean lines, polished floors, and furnishings far too pristine for any hideout she remembered. The air smelled fresh, untouched by smoke or blood. Everything felt… expensive.
Raven's breath slowed as confusion set in.
"…Where am I?" she whispered.
Only then did Raven notice she was wearing different clothes—a black turtleneck and a pair of fitted jeans that definitely weren't hers. Her brow furrowed as she carefully lifted the hem of her shirt, her breath catching when she saw layers of bandages wrapped around her torso and sides.
'D-Did… that guy undress me?'
The thought made her frown deeply. She was grateful—he had saved her life, after all—but the idea of another man seeing her naked without her consent sent a wave of discomfort crawling up her spine. It felt invasive. Wrong.
Her fingers curled slightly, dark energy threatening to stir as she considered punishing him just a little for it.
Then—
Knock. Knock.
Raven stiffened.
"Are you awake?" a male voice called from the other side of the door.
Her eyes narrowed, focus sharpening instantly.
Raven hesitated, then answered softly.
"I… I am."
There was a brief pause before the door opened. The same young man stepped inside, though now he was dressed far more casually—his combat presence replaced by an almost ordinary air.
'His name was… Tendo Soji.'
Raven recalled, remembering his words just before she lost consciousness.
"I'm glad you woke up," he said calmly. "If you're wondering, it was my sister who took care of you."
He spoke as if it were nothing, unfazed by the sharp glare Raven leveled at him. That anger quickly faded at his explanation.
"Is that so?" Raven said quietly. "Thank you for everything, but I have to—gahh—!"
Pain tore through her before she could finish. She staggered, her body protesting as she tried to move, fear tightening her chest. Staying meant danger—for them as much as for her.
"You shouldn't push yourself," Tendo said, watching her steadily. "From what my sister told me, it's a miracle you're still alive."
He stepped aside slightly, giving her space rather than blocking her path.
"You should stay for a while. At least until you recover."
Raven shook her head firmly.
"As much as I appreciate your courtesy, involving yourselves with me will only endanger your lives."
Tendo scoffed lightly, shaking his head.
"You must have forgotten," he said evenly, meeting her gaze.
"I am far from defenseless."
The memory of the other night surfaced unbidden—and Raven fell silent.
She had been helped by others before—but nearly all of them had paid for it with their lives. Demons sent by her father had hunted them down without mercy. Because of that, she found it hard to accept anyone's help.
If she had a choice, she would rather bear everything alone.
She lowered her gaze, conflicted.
"Besides," Tendo added calmly, "this is Gotham. There's always danger lurking around the corner."
Raven opened her mouth to reply—
Grrrrowl.
Her stomach betrayed her, the sound loud enough to shatter the moment. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she flushed in embarrassment.
"It's clear you haven't eaten in a while," Tendo observed, stating the obvious without a hint of mockery.
He paused briefly before asking, "Are you able to stand and walk? We should sit down and have breakfast."
Raven hesitated… then sighed in quiet defeat.
"I-I can," she said softly, "and… thank you."
She carefully swung her legs off the bed and stood, steadying herself. Tendo nodded in approval.
"Don't mention it."
With that, the two of them headed toward the dining table together.
Raven glanced around the room and then toward the dining table. Laid out before them were several neatly prepared dishes—simple, well-cooked meals arranged with care. It was the kind of spread that spoke of routine and stability, not the chaos she was used to.
"I hope it won't become a habit of you bringing girls home, Tendo."
The voice caught Raven off guard. She turned to see a young woman around her age, with short, dark hair and a sharp, assessing gaze.
"Relax, Cass. I'm not that kind of person," Tendo replied easily. Then, as if remembering himself, he turned back to Raven.
"Ah— I forgot to ask your name."
"Rachel Roth," she said after a brief pause. "But you may call me Raven."
"Raven, huh?" Tendo nodded once. "Then let me introduce my sister—Cassandra Cain."
That only seemed to confuse Raven further, and Cassandra noticed immediately.
"We're not related," Cass clarified, a hint of irritation slipping into her tone. "I was adopted by Tendo's grandmother when we were young."
The annoyance in her voice was subtle, but Raven caught it all the same. At first, she assumed Cassandra disliked her presence. But the emotional undercurrents Raven sensed told a different story—mild curiosity, faint protectiveness, and amusement rather than hostility.
"Oh… well," Raven said softly. "Thank you for changing my clothes and dressing my wounds. These must be yours—sorry for using them."
Cass shook her head.
"It's fine. I was just teasing my brother. I don't actually mind you being here."
Tendo shrugged, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
"Nice try, but I wouldn't be where I am if I were that easy to tease."
Cass rolled her eyes.
"Well, enough chit-chat," Tendo said as he gestured toward the table. "We should eat while the food's still warm."
With that, they took their seats and began breakfast together.
Raven stared down at her meal. Before her was a generous plate of fried rice, each grain lightly glistening with oil and speckled with bits of scrambled egg and finely chopped vegetables. Slices of browned sausage rested on top, their edges crisped just enough to give off a savory aroma.
Beside the plate sat a steaming cup of hot coffee, its rich scent rising gently, and a small bowl of clear, fragrant broth, wisps of steam curling into the air.
"Try it," Tendo said. "I was considering a more traditional Japanese dish, but there wasn't any tofu available at the market."
Cass nodded in agreement as Raven hesitantly lifted her utensils and took her first bite.
Her eyes widened instantly.
'What the—!? Why does it taste like this?'
The flavors exploded across her tongue—savory, warm, and perfectly balanced. The rice was fluffy yet crisp in places, the eggs soft and rich, the sausage smoky and satisfying. It was nothing like the hurried, flavorless meals she'd grown used to.
Before she realized it, Raven was eating in earnest, her movements quick and unguarded.
"As much as I expected this," Tendo said with a smirk, "you should slow down. There's plenty more where that came from."
His tone carried a hint of pride—and rightly so. His skill in the kitchen was yet another area where he clearly excelled.
"Can't blame her," Cass added lightly. "Your cooking really is that amazing."
Raven froze mid-bite, suddenly aware of herself. She slowed, cheeks warming with embarrassment.
"That was… I apologize," she said quietly. "I didn't expect to act like that while eating."
Hunger, combined with food this good, had completely made her forget her manners.
"There's nothing to apologize for," Tendo replied confidently. "It simply means my skills are truly sublime."
Raven stared at him for a moment, then glanced at Cass.
"That's just how he is," Cass said with an amused smile. "Don't mind the arrogance."
She then turned to Raven, her expression softening.
"I'm sure it's clear to you by now that Tendo is a kind and good person."
Raven nodded slowly, memories of the previous night surfacing—of a lone figure standing against demons without hesitation.
"You should finish up, or you'll be late," Tendo reminded her, glancing briefly at the time.
Cass paused mid-bite, then sighed dramatically. "You say that every morning."
"And every morning, you're almost late," Tendo replied without missing a beat.
Cass clicked her tongue, clearly unimpressed, but quickly finished the rest of her food. She stood, grabbing her bag from beside the chair.
"Try not to bring any more mysterious girls home while I'm gone," she added dryly, casting a sideways glance at Raven.
"I already told you, it's not a habit," Tendo said flatly.
"Sure," Cass replied with a smirk. "I'll believe it when it stops happening."
Raven watched the exchange quietly, a faint sense of warmth settling in her chest at the casual familiarity between them—something she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Cass headed toward the door, slipping on her shoes. She paused for a moment and looked back at Raven.
"Make yourself comfortable," she said simply. "You're safe here."
With that, she waved once at Tendo and headed out, leaving the two of them to finish breakfast in a quieter room.
Cass's footsteps faded down the hallway, and soon the house grew noticeably quieter. The faint hum of the city beyond the windows filled the silence, Gotham already awake and restless.
Raven finished the last of her meal more slowly now, the warmth of the food settling in her stomach. For the first time in what felt like ages, she wasn't starving, bleeding, or running for her life.
Tendo stood and began clearing the dishes with practiced ease. "You can take your time," he said casually. "No rush."
Raven hesitated, then spoke. "Your sister… she trusts you a lot."
Tendo glanced at her, then gave a small shrug. "She's strong. But she doesn't like unnecessary danger. Neither do I."
That word—danger—made Raven stiffen.
"I can't stay long," she said quietly. "If my father's followers find me again—"
"Then we deal with it," Tendo interrupted calmly, meeting her gaze. There was no bravado in his voice, only certainty.
"Running forever isn't living."
Raven looked away, fingers tightening around the edge of the table. Part of her wanted to argue. Another part—one she rarely listened to—wanted to believe him.
Sunlight filtered through the window, illuminating dust motes in the air. For a fleeting moment, the world felt almost peaceful.
Almost.
Tendo turned toward her. "So," he said,
"What do you want to do next?"
Raven was quiet for a long moment.
The instinct to run still screamed at her—leave before they get hurt, leave before it happens again. But her body felt heavy, exhausted in a way that went deeper than wounds and hunger. The bandages beneath her clothes pulled faintly as she shifted, reminding her how close she had come to dying.
"…Just for now," she said at last, her voice low. "Until I recover."
Tendo nodded once, as if he'd expected that answer. "That's reasonable."
He gestured toward the hallway. "There's a spare room. You can rest there. My sister's room is off-limits, so don't wander too far," he added dryly.
Raven almost smiled.
She followed him down the hall, her steps slow but steady. The house was quiet, orderly—everything in its place. It felt strange. Safe. Too safe. Her empathic senses brushed against the space and found no malice, no hidden intent. Just calm.
Tendo stopped in front of a door and opened it. The room beyond was simple but clean: a neatly made bed, a desk by the window, and a shelf lined with books. Sunlight streamed in, warming the space.
"You can use this," he said. "Bathroom's down the hall. If you need anything, ask."
Raven stepped inside, taking in the room. "…You're really not afraid, are you?" she asked quietly.
Tendo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. "My grandmother once said—fear isn't something you erase. It's something you face, and then walk past."
She studied him for a moment, sensing only resolve—firm, unyielding. No doubt. No hesitation.
"…You're strange," Raven said.
"So I've been told."
Despite herself, she let out a soft huff of amusement. It faded quickly, replaced by fatigue. She sat on the edge of the bed, shoulders slumping as the tension finally began to drain from her body.
"I'll rest," she said. "Just a little."
Tendo nodded. "I'll be nearby."
As he turned to leave, Raven spoke again. "Tendo… thank you. For everything."
He paused, then glanced back at her.
"You're welcome."
The door closed quietly behind him.
Raven lay back, staring up at the ceiling. For once, the voices in her head were quiet.