Gotham City

July 3, 8:30

Clark walked through the early morning streets of Gotham City on his way to visit and finally talk with Silver.

Two weeks had passed since Killer Croc had summoned that demon, and it had almost been two weeks of dealing with the aftermath of the mayhem that it had caused. Though thankfully, the damage dealt to Gotham City had been minimal, all things considered, and Bruce dealt with it like he always did most other things. Paying for it with that seemingly unlimited bank account of his.

It seemed that Gotham itself would see better days as Giovanna and Constantine had been able to deal with the cracked Hell Gate that been leakings its energy into Gotham. Making it literally cursed, so hopefully, now that would be dealt with, Gotham would not suffer as many tragedies. Now, if the same could be said about Bludhaven and Hub City. Thinking about those places, just made Clark wish he could just do more, but he had his hands full with Metropolis, the Daily Planet, random disasters around the world, and just trying to have a private. For while they might call him the Man of Steel, his mind just got as tired and stressed as any other person.

And so even if he disliked doing so, Clark needed to take time to himself, or he would break. Like he was doing now. For hopefully Silver, would not mind him coming to talk and have breakfast with him alongside Bruce, who was waiting for them at the dinner they usually ate at.

"…Much fancier place than my own," Clark muttered as he saw the place that Silver, or rather Anders. S Viking lived as that was what his real name was. "So, I just ring on the doorbell?" Clark asked himself as he didn't know if Anders would answer or even go along if he was too casual. For no one had seen for the last thirteen days.

After a few seconds of consideration, the boy from Kansas decided to just do the normal thing and ring on the intercom. "Who is it?" Asked the young voice of Silver on the other side of the machine.

"Mr. Viking, this is Clark Kent, and I would like to ask if you were available for breakfast and have a bit of a talk with you?" Clark calmly responded.

"Wait, what? So I guess that he told you?" He asked.

"Yeah, he told me after I asked. He would also like to talk to you. And I guess that you?" Clark asked just to make sure.

"Yeah, I know who he is. I know pretty everyone who has one," Anders answered, and that settled a question that had been lingering in Clark's mind for the last few days. For if he knew his? Would he know any others?

"Ah, okay. Yeah, Bruce wants to talk to you as well, and the breakfast is one his dime. He, of course, owns a quaint little diner where we can talk privately. And Anders, this is, of course, voluntary you don't have to come along and talk if you don't want to. But we would like to talk, just to get to know what happened," He assured the teenager, though he would not be a teenager for much longer.

"I will be down in a moment," He answered, and Clark heard the intercom go silent.

"So just wait I guess until he comes down," Clark said to himself as he leaned against the wall and waited for Anders to come down. And thankfully, he only had to wait for about ten minutes before the young man came down.

"Hello Clark," Anders greeted with a tired tone of voice. Guess his ringing had just woken him up.

"Hello to you too, Anders, did I wake you up?" He asked as he adjusted his glasses, as continued to look the teen over. Compared to himself, and his suit, Anders was dressed much more casually just being in a simple t-shirt, and a pair of jogging pants.

"Kinda, so I guess the two of you want to talk about what happened with the demon Killer Croc summoned?" He asked, and Clark nodded.

"Yeah, though mostly to know if you were fine, cause no one has seen you for two weeks, and you were pretty active before then?" Clark statted.

"I think any questions can wait. So, where are we going?" Anders asked.

"To a Diner that Bruce owns, we meet up there sometime if we need to talk about stuff that is private and has to be said to face," Clark answered.

"Ah, okay, so just show the way then," Anders said in response as he let out a massive yawn. Yeah was most definitely tired. "I want to get something to eat, my stomach is kinda empty."

"It is nearby, so the walking won't take so long," Clark asked as they began to walk to Bruce's Dinner, and it only took like fifteen minutes to walk to the place. With Anders staying silent for the entire walk.

"Good morning," Bruce greeted them outside of the dinner.

"Morning to you to Bruce," Clark responded, smiling at the man he considered his friend.

"Morning Mr. Wayne," Anders greeted as well, and Clark saw their eyes meet. What followed was a moment of silence, before Bruce responded.

"There is no need to be so formal, Anders, we're colleagues after all, but before we discuss business, what do you say to some breakfast. It is my treat."

"If you say so Bruce," And at that, the three of them entered the diner, and with Bruce leading them to the private stall they had used many times before.

"So, Anders? What would you like?" Bruce asked as he handed Anders the menu, and Clark picked up his own.

"Honestly been here for a month, and I've yet to try those thick American pancakes of yours, so I think I would like to try those out," Anders said after quickly looking over the breakfast menu that he had been given.

"Should introduce you to my mama's if you want some, cause hers are goodly. But I think these will make for a good pre-taste," Clark joked, and Bruce let out a chuckle for he knew what he was talking about. Martha Kent's cooking could not be beaten.

"Being way to friendly with a stranger, you know?" Anders stated as he put down his menu.

"That is just Clark being Clark, though he is just using your invitation as an excuse to go home and eat himself," Bruce stated, and Clark felt a bit of embarrassment flow through him as he let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, I am," He responded, and Anders just gave them a look. Though before anyone said anything else, the waitress knocked on their booth and entered.

"Good morning, Sir and guests; what would you like today?" The young lady asked.

"The usual for Clark and me, Beatrice. Though our guest here would like to try the pancakes," Bruce stated, and after she had written that down, she then asked for what drinks they desired and left the three men alone.

"So shall we get to the point of this meeting?" Anders asked after a few seconds of silence.

"We can if you want, there will be some time until the food is ready," Bruce stated as he looked at the soon to be an adult teenager.

"I think, I can answer a few questions before then," He responded, and Bruce nodded his head.

"Okay, first you obviously know mine and Clarke's identities, how many else do you know that keep theirs hidden?" He asked.

"If they have one, I can probably know what the other one is," He answered. And Bruce nodded his head, it had been the kind of response he had expected.

"And how do you know? If you don't mind me asking?" Clark asked.

"Silver told me then I arrived," He responded, and Bruce could tell that he had still yet fully recovered from what had happened.

"Arrived, then I assume that you're not a native to this world?" Bruce asked. His theory about Anders being from another universe, seemingly being true. For, while his identity held up to general scrutiny, it did not, to his eyes.

"Yeah, I am not from this Universe," He answered truthfully.

"Then why did you come here? Is it because of those Magical Artifacts, the Class Cards as you called them?" Clark asked.

"Yeah, a bit of an incident happened to blat them into your universe, and so I was hired to find them," Anders answered, and Bruce could guess by who going by the false identity he had created.

"The man you denoted as your Grandfather in your papers? This Kischur Zeltretch Schweinorg?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah, he asked if I could do that for him, and I said, yes. And so he will come and pick me up in five years," Anders responded.

"Why five years?" Clark asked.

"Only time he can do it, this multiverse of yours doesn't like it then powerful people like him which belong to another try to intrude. Though it doesn't care about people, like, which is why he didn't go and get them himself," Anders explained.

"I see, so he didn't?"

"No, he didn't threaten or force me, I went voluntarily. If I said no, he would have gotten someone else, and my life was in a bit of a slump, and I needed some change to my life," Anders stated, and Bruce nodded his head in understanding. He could understand the desire to inject some life into your life.

Though before the questions could continue, Beatrice came with their drinks and told them the food would be done in ten minutes.

"Is there anything else you wish to know about my 'origin?'" Anders asked while he made air quotes while saying the last part. At the very least, his sense of humor wasn't dead due to the incident.

"No that is all we wanted to know, to satiate our own curiosity, I try not to completely invade someone's privacy," Bruce responded, and Clark nodded his head as he asked the first question of the much heavier topic they wanted to ask Anders about.

"So, Anders, what happened? That night two weeks ago? We have a general idea of what happened but were lost on the finer details," Clark asked the question, and the young man let out a heavy sigh.

"I fucked, I could have stopped it from happening, but I panicked and went for the most gorilla and brain dead like solution. Like I told you over the radio, I found Killer Croc, who had decided to indulge in black magic. He was trying to summon demons and had chosen thirty-six prostitutes from what I could guess that he had kidnapped over the course of months, and violently raped and impregnated them. And so he had twenty-two souls he could use as a sacrifice. I tried to stop him, but he put up a barrier, and I in a big-brain move decided to smack it with a holy sword, while could just use the one that can by stuff like that," Anders explained as he drank his chocolate while they took a zip of their coffee as they Anders finish his explanation. "And because of that, he summoned the twenty-two demons of the Ars Goetia into his body, and seventy-two souls got condemned to hell because I messed up." Anders's face immediately became downtrodden, and Clark immediately tried to comfort him.

"Anders, that was not your fault, that is Croc's fault he was the one to decide to go down that path," Clark stated.

"Yeah, I know that intellectually but that doesn't make me actually feel better," The teen responded, and the two heroes nodded their heads. For they knew what he was going through, for they had gone through the same thing and felt the same things, then they felt like they had failed in their duty to save someone.

"So, what about your injuries?" Bruce asked. "Your staff said it gully healed you, but you were very injured?"

"Physically, I am fine, but Goetia tried to make me into a demon, but thankfully he only turned the none important bits, and Silver has been working on converting it back and is almost done. Which why I haven't been out the last thirteen days," Anders answered and explained.

"I see now what about the ending. I know that you managed to stop him, but how did it happen?" Clark asked, the only fact they knew was that it had ended in Killer Croc's apparent demise.

"I didn't actually do anything, it was the Caster Class Card that took out the demon. And it was indeed Solomon like I had theorized in the car and it had gained somehow gained sapience, and then proceeded to trash Goetia, and then exorcised him from Croc and left afterward, leaving me with a different card. And after that, it was just Killer Croc and me. And I asked him if he regretted what he did. Cause you know demons and all that, but he said no. And his lasts words were him boasting about his violation of all those women and the children he had forced upon them," Anders stated. "And so something within me cracked and… I… killed him." Anders admitted to doing the dead, and the two adult men just sighed not in disapproval or anything like that. While they had taken a vow to not kill. The two heroes fully understood why Anders had done what he did. Croc had crossed a line with his actions, and they were sure many of the other league members would have done the same.

"So, you're going to send me to prison now?" Anders asked, and Clark blinked rapidly before he quickly answered.

"What? No, no, of course not. While we might not have liked the outcome, we understand why you did so. And so in our report, we just said that Killer Croc had died to the demonic possession and that the body was burned to avoid contamination of foreign energy," Bruce stated, and Anders just looked at them with a slack face.

"You, you actually did that?" He asked.

"We did, but do know that if you kill someone like that again, you will be arrested," Clark stated.

"Okay, that is understandable. And I don't think you need to be concerned about that, I don't think that something like that will happen again," Anders stated. "And also, thank you for being understanding."

"You're welcome, Anders. And we hope so too. But how have you've been dealing with it?" Bruce asked.

"I've just been eating a lot of Ice Cream, playing games, watching movies, and hanging out with Ted," He responded.

"Ted Kord? Yeah, you're the owner and investor of his company now, aren't you?" Bruce stated.

"Yeah, I saw how his company and genius was being wasted by a bunch of idiots who only wanted to line their pockets and have weapons made," Anders answered with a shook of his head. "They could have helped so much. Anyway, is there anything else you want to talk about?" Anders asked.

"No, that is all we wanted to talk about. Though there has been a bit of talk among us if you would like to join the League?" Clark asked.

And Anders coughed heavily at that. "Again, are you serious?"

"We are," Bruce stated. And was an idea Flash had bought up then they had discussed what to do in response to Anders killing Killer Croc. That it sounded like after doing such a thing, he would need someone to talk. And there was also the fact that they could use more magic users on the team, and Giovanni couldn't be everywhere, and Constantine only dealt with demonic matters such as their most recent incident.

"…I am going to have to say no to that, even if most of the League said yes to me joining, I don't think I would. At least not for the foreseeable future," He responded.

And Clark just asked the simple question of. "Why?"

"Because I need to make up for my mistakes, and I don't think I am worthy of that honor at the moment," He answered.

Clark was about to retort, but Bruce just put a hand on his friend's shoulder, and the Man of Steel just let out a sigh. "If that is what you desire for the moment, we can talk about it at another time."

"That is fine, now how about we actually eat our breakfast?, then it arrives of course," Anders stated.

"Should only be a minute," Bruce answered as he looked down on his wristwatch.

"Ah, okay."

Xxx

Gotham City

July 4, 13:00

"Well, that took longer and was more emotionally draining than I had expected it to be," I said to myself as I leaned against the door of my apartment. Having finally returned from my with Clark and Bruce. While the big CEO man himself had left a little bit after breakfast and a bit more talk. Clark and I had stayed in the dinner for a lot longer, and just talked to one another. Though most of it wasn't about superhero stuff, but rather more mundane subject matters. Until he finally had to leave as he had to go and be the big blue boy scout. "Dude should be a shrink rather than a freaking reporter."

"Ah, welcome back my Lord, how was the meeting?" Silver asked as he came floating in from the kitchen. I had decided to not bring the Kaleidostaff with me to the meeting.

"Not bad actually, I think I just got away with murder," I muttered as I was still a bit shocked about that. They had just covered it up, and it kinda felt wrong to me. Though if I did again, I would get the book thrown at me, but still.

"I see my Lord, also miss Selina is waiting for you in your bedroom," Silver informed, and I just sighed. I was going to have to send the horny kitten home, for I didn't want to deal with other people right now.

I nodded my head as I left my position at the door and headed into my bedroom, where a casually dressed Catwoman was waiting for me.

"Hello stud," She greeted me with a teasing smile, and I just rolled my eyes, for I was not in the mood for this right now.

"Hello Selina, this is a bit of a surprise. Though while you might be up for some fun, I am not," I told her as I sat on my bed. "So, I am going to ask you to leave, please."

And at that, she sat up with a serious look in her eyes. "Okay, you always say yes to me doing this, so what happened while you were out?" She asked.

"I just had a very draining, hours-long talk with both Batman and Superman, and then just Superman. So I really don't want to deal with people at the moment," I told her as I laid down.

"That just gives me less of an incentive to leave you alone right now," Selina stated as she looked down at me, and I could only just stare at her, cause now she was confusing me.

"Selina, can I ask you why you continued to do this after the first time?" I asked the thief. "There literally was no reason for you to come back, for I don't think I am that good of a bed partner."

"You kinda are, you have probably the biggest dick in all of Gotham, I had been on a dry spell of a very long time. And you looked like the kind of guy who could use some physical intimacy with another person," She answered.

"So, it was just pity sex?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Kinda, though the last two weeks, I thought I would be bad if you were along for long periods, considering what happened."

"Wait, you thought I was suicidal?"

"A little bit, especially the faces you were making and the nightmares you've been having. You're good guy Anders, and honestly, I don't know how I would react if I found you dead, so I decided to continue giving you some physical intimacy to help you," Selina explained. "Sorry, it might not be the best explanation of my thought process, but it was the best I could do."

"No, I get what you were trying to explain, so thank you, Selina, I might not have noticed, but I think you did help me a bit," I told her as I gave her a smile.

"Oh don't be all lovey-dovey with me with that face of yours, I don't care for you like that. You're just a… friend a friend with best benefits and nothing else," The cat burglar told me, and I just let out a chuckle.

"Same goes for you Selina, I definitely don't see myself being in a relationship with you. You're way too big of a bitch for that," I said, and she responded with throwing a pillar in my face. Yeah, for while over the last month or so I had gotten know my sexy kitten of a neighbor better, I knew that I didn't love her or probably never would. But she was still a very sexy friend with benefits, that much I could agree with her on.

"Asshole," She responded. "So still no sex?"

"Yeah, I do not feel like it today," I told her. "But I could go for a lap pillow and being pampered?" I told her, and she just sighed.

"Fine, just for today, cause I can't imagine what it feels like to spend more than ten minutes in the Bat's presence," Selina stated with a shudder.

"Yeah, he is definitely intense," I responded. And that was true even then he was Bruce Wayne, the man still had that aura of intimidation around him. Like felt a need to say nothing but the truth around the man, to avoid him glaring at you too harshly.

"Then lay down your head for a bit, and fall asleep if you're that tired," She stated as she patted her lap.

"Thank you," I told her, and soon after I laid my head on her thick thighs, I fell asleep.

Xxx

Gotham City

July 4, 8:00

"Well, it seems that my soul has returned to what it used to be," I said to myself as I looked over the scan that Silver had made of my soul.

"It has my Lord there is no longer any demonic corruption present, I have also updated my own systems so that can no longer occur again," Silver informed me.

"So that means we can go and get the rest of the Class Cards," I said as I looked down the ones we had gotten so far.

Avenger, Edmond Dantes.

Saber, Gawain.

Shielder, Achilles.

And then there was Caster, which should have been Solomon, but the jackass that was Romani Archaman had managed to change the information out with another Heroic Spirit. This was one Paracelsus von Hoenheim. Probably one in the top five of Caster, then I came to technical knowledge of the mystic arts. Might not be the strongest, but few knew as much as him. And he was a nice fit with me as I could put his knowledge to use outside of Including and Installing.

Though that meant that I still had to pick up Archer, Lancer, Rider, Assassin, and Berserker along with three other Class Card belonged to the Extra-Classes, though I didn't know what kind of Extra-Class Servants those would be, as there were a lot. But since I had gotten an Avenger, I assumed that one of them would be a Ruler. Though who that would be, I had no idea, I bet on Amakusa, as so far all the Servants had been male, but there was no guaranteeing that would continue to be the case.

Though I kinda hoped not as it seemed that, I would start to take on more of the Servant's physical appearance, the more that I was synced with them. So I had hoped that I wouldn't turn into a girl if one of them was one. But Silver assured me that wouldn't be the case.

Though all in all, that meant that I still had eight cards to find.

"So Silver, what where should we go for the next one?" I asked my companion.

"The one in Chicago, Sir, for the trying of the Deep-Pan is on your bucket list."

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea, and we can probably get a talk with J'onn before he goes to that meeting with the others," I said. Yeah, it was the fourth of July today, the day the Young Justice plotline started.

"When we shall go after breakfast, Sir."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Stop nagging like you're my mother," I said in response as I went over to the kitchen.

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