Two worlds are about to collide. One is a world of heroism and villainy, the other of magic and nobility. One is home to a hero fed up with living in someone's shadow, the other home to a mage who is no stranger to failure. As luck would have it, a being of pure chaos threatens to plunge both worlds into ruin. Hopefully the hero and the mage can cooperate long enough to stop it.

JLA Watchtower:

"Business as usual," stated a young man as he walked out of a room. This young man was dressed in a black armored bodysuit with a blue bird logo on the chest. He had black hair and a handsome face covered up by a black domino mask. This man was Dick Grayson, better known as the superhero Nightwing. Nightwing roamed through the halls of the space fortress known as the Watchtower, HQ to the world's mightiest team of superheroes, the Justice League. The League, as well as Nightwing's own team of young superheroes, had just finished saving the Earth from yet another world threatening event. This particular brush with Armageddon was courtesy of alien invaders known as the Reach. While the apocalypse was averted, a good friend of Nightwing's was lost. The young hero had also relinquished leadership of the team to its former leader, Aqualad. Part of him was a bit reluctant to give up leadership after just one year, especially since Aqualad had told him that he was born to lead the team on multiple occasions. but Nightwing couldn't lead the team while still in mourning. This particular friend, along with him and Aqualad, were the founding members of his team of young heroes. To go on without him just didn't seem right. As he made his way through the halls of the Watchtower, he couldn't shake the uneasiness in his heart. Clearly he never thought that giving up team leadership was going to be this hard. He could feel his heart being strangled as he entered the teleporter room. His eyes burned as he did his best to hold back tears. "Damn it!" He yelled as he punched a wall in frustration. He couldn't understand why he was feeling this way. After all, giving up the leader spot was his idea. So why did he feel so… torn up? I need some air, he thought to himself. The hero then set the teleporter coordinates for the Batcave (secret lair of his mentor, Batman). Just as he was about to push "enter", a swirling green vortex appeared to his left. Nightwing was sure that this wasn't the teleporter's doing. He examined the portal for a few minutes. The young hero held out his arm and a holographic screen materialized above it. The screen showed that the vortex didn't seem to give off any zeta radiation. Zeta-beams were the standard method of teleportation for both the League and the Team, meaning that this vortex wasn't a result of a faulty teleporter. In fact, as Dick examined the portal more, he found that it's energy signature was more arcane in nature. He then decided to try touching the mysterious portal. This turned out to be a huge mistake. Before the hero could regret what he just did, the portal started swirling faster and began to suck him in with tremendous force. In vain he tried to run in the opposite direction. Realizing that his efforts to run were fruitless, and still not knowing where this vortex lead, Nightwing pulled out his grappling hook and it latched onto another teleporter console. He hung there for 30 seconds, racking his brain for any way to get out of this. Unfortunately the pull of the portal was strong enough to unlatch the grappling hook. "Crap," Nightwing said to himself. The young hero screamed as he was forcibly pulled into the unknown.

Tristain Academy of Magic:

The sun rose over a large castle-like building. The bright rays drove themselves through the window of a young girl's bedroom. The aforementioned girl was one of a very short stature. This combined with her petite figure and long pink hair gave her the appearance of a small child. Her inhumanly long name was Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Louise was a second year student at the Tristain Academy of Magic. While she was constantly surrounded by peers of noticeable magical might, Louise herself was not so mystically inclined. In fact, every single time she tried to cast a spell, it would literally blow up in her face. A fact that was made very clear the previous day when she blew up her alchemy classroom. Louise nervously got dressed in her school uniform (A white dress shirt, a black skirt, and a black cloak tied with a pentagram inscribed pendant). Her tiny hands couldn't stop shaking at the thought of facing today's event, even when brushing her pink locks. Today was the day of the familiar summoning ritual, where every second year student must summon a magic creature that will aid them for the rest of their lives. Louise had made the mistake of bragging to her rival, a buxom, dark skinned redhead named Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt-Zerbst (yes her name is seriously that long), that she would summon a familiar that was beautiful, wise, powerful, and just divine in every aspect. The small mage also made the mistake of bragging about how well she knew the summoning spell. Although she liked to pretend otherwise, she was very aware of her own magical ineptitude. The thought of ditching the ceremony crossed her mind several times since she woke up. But this was something she had to do, and not showing up would make her look even worse than if she ended up failing. After all, the worst thing that could happen was a familiar not showing up. Or she could cause an explosion that ends up destroying the whole school, but the young mage did not want to dwell on any worst case scenarios. Louise then headed out to the campus' main courtyard. She arrived right in the middle of the ceremony, just after about half of her classmates had already summoned their familiars. The summoned creatures she did show up in time to see included a tiny frog, a small dragon, and a large mole. The summoned creature that stood out the most to her was the one summoned by Kirche. It was a large red lizard with a flaming tail about the same size as a large dog. This creature was most commonly referred to as a salamander. "If you don't mind my saying you've summoned quite the familiar there, haven't you Miss Zerbst," A balding instructor named Jean Colbert told the busty mage.

"Thank you Mr. Colbert," Kirche responded, "It fits my codename perfectly, Kirche the Fever." If Louise's fists were clenched any tighter, she'd break her wand.

"Alright then has everyone had their turn?" Mr. Colbert asked the crowd.

"No, not quite," Kirche answered, "Miss Vallière hasn't done it." The redhead turned her head towards the petite mage. It was quite clear to Louise that she'd just reached the point of no return. It was sink or swim time and she prayed to whatever god was listening that she would swim. The crowd of students gave Louise a generous space, just in case she blew herself up… again. Pretty much all of them were making comments about what kind of familiar Louise would summon, or if she would summon one at all. "With all your boasting you should be able to summon up something more amazing than this, right Louise?" Kirche mocked as she petted her new familiar.

"But of course," Louise responded while she silently prayed for her spell to work. The pink haired mage took a deep breath, closed her eyes, held out her wand, and began to cast her spell. "My servant that exists somewhere in this vast universe," She began while trying to ignore some giggling students, "My divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call, I wish from very bottom of my heart, answer my guidance and appear!" Unsurprisingly there was a huge explosion. The entire courtyard was coated in a thick layer of dust and smoke that blocked everyone's vision. When the haze cleared, something unusual revealed itself. In front of Louise there was something, or rather someone, laying on the ground. It looked like a young man in his late teens. He was dressed in a black bodysuit covered with bits of what was assumed to be leather armor. The strangest part of his appearance had to be his mask and the blue bird logo on his chest. One thing was clear about him, he was indeed human.

"Wait is that a human?" a blonde girl named Montmorency Margarita la Fère de Montmorency (God what is up with these names) questioned to no one in particular.

"Well I guess this isn't surprising," Kirche interjected, "After all who but Louise the Zero could screw this up so badly that she summoned a peasant boy." the redhead and several other students laughed audibly. Louise growled at all of them. She hated that nickname, she only got it because she had a 0% success rate with her spells. The young mage continued to direct her silent rage at her fellow students. But little did she realize that while she was busy growling, her new familiar regained consciousness.

Tristain Academy of Magic Courtyard:

Oh my aching everything, Dick thought as he struggled to sit up. The young hero then opened his eyes and found himself being stared down by several dozen school children. After a quick scan of his surroundings, Nightwing could see that he was in the courtyard of some kind of castle. The student closest to him was a small girl with pink hair. He wanted to ask the crowd where he was but he soon realized that they were speaking, well he wasn't sure what they were speaking but he knew that it wasn't English. The people that gathered around him appeared to be distracted, so Nightwing thought that this would be the perfect moment to make his escape. As he began crawling away, he felt something tugging at his belt. It turned out to be the the pink haired girl from earlier. He still had no idea what she was saying but she appeared to be very upset. The girl said something to a nearby balding adult and he responded with something else that Dick couldn't understand. Where are subtitles when you need them? The hero thought to himself. He was suddenly turned around, and found himself face to face with the pink haired girl. Now that he had a better look at her face, Nightwing could see that she was actually pretty cute. However, she only looked that way because she was clearly still a child. A child that was moving her face closer and closer to his. Cold sweat began to leak out of every pore on his body. "Wait what are you doing?" Nightwing asked the girl as she muttered something to herself. Before he had any time to properly analyze the situation, The pink haired girl kissed him on the lips. He could practically hear the police sirens. Once the girl pulled away, Nightwing felt something strange. His entire body began to heat up, to the point where he felt like he was on fire. Something under his left glove began to glow. Removing the glove revealed what looked like magic runes on the back of his hand. After thirty seconds of agonizing pain, the hero finally lost consciousness... again. He woke up on a bed of straw. Standing over him was the pink haired girl that kissed him. Looking around he saw a vanity, a bed, and a dresser. "So I'm guessing this is your room?" He asked the girl. She acted like she didn't understand him, "Ok look I want to know who you are, where I am, and how I can get home." The girl then turned away from him, "Are you even listening to me?" The only response he got was her throwing her clothes at him. He suddenly found his face buried in a dress shirt and pleated skirt. Removing the clothes from his face revealed the pink haired girl wearing some rather provocative sleepwear. The aforementioned sleepwear consisted of a see-through nightshirt and some rather lacy underwear. Oh god the sirens are getting louder! He thought to himself. The girl kept talking despite the fact that she should've figured out by now that he couldn't understand her. And for whatever reason she was the one getting annoyed. Of course Nightwing knew that she probably couldn't understand him either, but he had to try something to get her to realize that he wanted to go home. When he removed the uniform from his face he found the girl pointing her wand at him. The girl then muttered something and the entire room was engulfed in smoke. Dick felt himself being knocked back into the wall. Thankfully it wasn't enough to knock him out for the third time that day.

"That was strange," he heard a female voice say. The young hero sprang to his feet and stared down the small girl.

"Are you completely insane?" he screamed, "You could've killed me!"

"When you spoke I understood," the girl stated in a surprised tone.

"Wait you can understand me now?" Nightwing asked. The girl nodded

"Try saying something else," she ordered him.

"So you've finally learned how to speak english."

"I don't believe it, that was supposed to be a spell of silence," the girl sighed, "Failed again." she lifted her head, "You what's your name?"

"Di…" Dick stopped himself. He wasn't sure where he was, but he still needed to protect his secret identity. "Nightwing," he stated, "My name is Nightwing."

"What kind of name is Nightwing?" the girl questioned.

"It's my kind of name." the hero responded, "Now I think I have a right to know why I was brought here."

"I summoned you of course when I performed my summoning ritual," the girl pompously stated, "You're my familiar, see."

"You're going to have to elaborate," Nightwing requested. The girl reluctantly decided to fill the hero in. Apparently she was a sophomore at the Tristain Academy of Magic, located in the country of Tristain in the continent of Halkeginia. This school dedicated itself to instructing young mages in the mystic arts. The sophomores at this school also must perform a summoning ceremony where they get a familiar. Sort of like Harry Potter meets Pokemon, Dick thought to himself. "And what did you say your name was again?" he asked the mage student.

"My name is Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière," she answered.

"You didn't have to use your full name, just Louse Vallière would've been fine," Nightwing chimed in.

"Well at least I'm using my real name!"

"Touché."

"And I will not allow a familiar to take such an informal tone with me," Louise rested her hands on her hips.

"Yeah fine whatever," Nightwing didn't really care about being formal at this point. Louise sighed again.

"Why did my familiar have to be a peasant boy?" she complained, "I wanted something cool like a dragon or a griffon." The young mage then started a prolonged growl. Nightwing thought that this was the perfect time to make his escape. He ran down a spiral staircase two steps at a time. Of course he was no stranger to magic (after all, he did date magic hero Zatanna), but he was fairly certain that there was no continent by the name of Halkeginia. Either this Louise girl was crazy or he was in some sort of alternate dimension. Dick decided on the former and just kept running. When he came to the bottom of the steps, he looked through the doorway to see two more students dressed in similar clothes to Louise. One was a teenage boy with blonde hair holding a rose, the other was a younger girl in a brown cloak with brown hair. The two were having a conversation about baking or something, Dick wasn't' really paying attention. He did pick up the boy say something like,

"Oh Katie, don't you know by now that I would never lie to you?"

"Oh Lord Guiche." the girl said with a love struck look in her eye.

"Gag me," Dick muttered under his breath.

"There is nothing hidden behind my feelings for you," the boy (who Dick assumed to be named Guiche) said in a flirty tone. He was able to tear his gaze away from the girl and towards the young man in a black bodysuit crawling next to him. "It's that peasant boy that Louise summoned," he said.

"I remember," the girl, Katie chimed in, "It caused quite a ruckus among the first-year students too."

"Crap," Nightwing thought out loud. The hero then reached into his belt and threw down a smoke pellet. As smoke enveloped the hallway, Nightwing ran as fast as he could to where he assumed the exit was. He eventually found sed exit just past a fountain where two more students sat. One was a busty girl with dark skin and red hair while the other was an older boy in a purple cloak. He didn't really care what they were talking about, and ran past them on his was to the exit. The young hero burst through the door and jumped over the outside stairs. He started running across the moonlit courtyard. He must've been out longer than he thought. Unfortunately for Nightwing, he didn't make it to the front gates. Instead he somehow started gaining altitude. He didn't know what was keeping him suspended 20 feet above solid ground, and he really didn't care either. "Hey, put me down!" Dick screamed.

"Oh would you calm down," stated the voice of that Guiche guy from the hallway, "This is the second time I had to keep you afloat." Nightwing soon found himself being tossed from left to right, and he could tell that that blonde prick was toying with him. It was around that time that the hero got a good look at the sky and saw that there were two moons. Last time he checked, Earth only had one moon. Clearly his "crazy" theory had been disproven. It had become clear to him that he wasn't in Happy Harbor anymore. Nightwing screamed at the heavens in frustration upon the sudden realization that home was a lot further than he thought.

Author's Note:

Sorry if this chapter seems kinda short. What I want to do is write one chapter per episode of the anime, and not a lot happens in the first episode. So review to let me know what you think.