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When the blinds first opened up, he was blinded.

When they were closed he couldn't see.

It was a constant turmoil of horror and fear, being blinded by the good, but being shrouded by the bad.

He never though he would ever reach a middle ground in which he could see.

Until he could.

The cape dripped from his shoulders, as dark as the bad that shrouded him. But his eyes, his mask, were the whitest things to ever be seen. His good.

It seemed unbalanced. Too much dark, too damn dark.

Until you took off the mask.

His hair was black, but it glowed. Almost like a halo was around his skull. His eyes, electric sparks dancing in mirth, were frighteningly blue, a light heavenly blue. His skin was pale, whether it be a condition or his lack of sun, no one would know.

At that moment everyone knew.

He was a white knight, drowning himself in darkness. He slowly let people adjust to the middle ground.

He was gray.

He wasnt good nor bad, though his actions screamed good, his methods reeked bad.

He was like a Libra scale, perfectly balanced.

No good without the bad.

But where was the bad?

He was a good man, stuck to his morals with questionable methods, but overall everything he had done was good.

So what was bad?

Superman loathed to find out.

It happened suddenly, yet too far away.

No one knew what happened but Destiny ended up in a catatonic like state. Through demands of the asylum he was in, the Justice League were there to see if they could do anything.

"Destiny please." Shayera sighed, rubbing her temples harshly.

He twitched, the only sign that gave away his consciousness. His eyes were wide and hollow, that of a haunted man.

"I cant I tried, lets go." Shayera grunted, having been nearly the last one.

Nearly.

"No, we should let Batman try."

"He was the one that put him in this state!"

"Than its only fair that I reverse it."

They tensed up, watching as the man melted from the Shadows. It was bone chilling, Superman hadn't even realized he was there.

He had seemingly glided near the mans bed, not close enough to cause a panic, but close enough to be seen clearly.

It was then that Destiny moved.

He tilted his head up to glance at the man, eyes wide yet still UN moving.

"Destiny." His name was said in a neutral tone, yet it had sparked a reaction in the man.

A big one.

He began to cry, weeping pathetically as he threw his head back.

"It isnt fair." He wailed.

Batman stood, shoulders tensing slightly. That was not a reaction he had expected.

Destiny began to murmur incoherently, snippets and tidbits became tangible but it made no sense. Some of the words he spouted were actually unsettling.

"Death...death...rape...nurse... Teacher ...gun...gun...police...friend...no...help...hate...stop...I'll kill you."

The last phrase was yelled, a crazed look entering his eyes. Everyone but the Bat jumped back in alarm.

He was dangerous.

"Destiny." Bats repeated.

His tone had gone an octave softer, highly unnoticeable but Superman could hear it.

Barely.

Apparently Destiny had noticed the shift in his mood as well, for the man began to sob again.

"It isn't fair!" Destiny struggled against the bands holding him down.

Suddenly his wide eyed look turned to them as he snapped his head forward.

"Ill help you! I can help you!" He shouted with glee.

A purple mist surrounded his hands, enough to cause Alarm in them all. They jumped back, John already trying to bring up a shield.

But he had failed to do it fast enough. Instead the magic splashed out, arching towards them and hitting every member there.

But it did nothing.

Doctors and nurses swarmed in, needles in hand as one pierced the mans arm.

But he was smiling, he was calm.

"I'm sorry," he Laughed airily, growing drowsy with every second. "Batman."

With that final word he was unconscious, all of them shifting uneasily before walking away, some of the doctors thanking them profusely as they noted the man's unconscious state.

Batman was the first out, unknown to anyone until they went to the jet, to find the man already tapping away at the mainframe, giving them a nod as they all shuffled in aimlessly.

They wanted to ask questions, but the display Destiny had portrayed kept them in a timid and contemplative silence. They all retched backward, feeling the jet stutter a moment before they started.

Batman looked concerned, flipping a few switches and turning a few knobs. He must have found what he wanted to see, for he turned back, ignoring them as they regained their balance.

Keeping their silence, they shuffled awkwardly towards their seats. Closing their eyes as they tried to make sense of what happened.

They'd need to question Zatanna about the magic that was shot at them.

Soon enough they hit the atmosphere, feeling slightly queasy as the gravity began to leave them, turning their heavy bones into a light sticks in comparison.

Once they reached the watchtower, the gravity would be slowly increased to mimic earths own gravity, which was easier on a teleport than anything else. Soon they entered the watchtower, ignoring jelly legs as they marched inside.

Batman disappeared almost immediately after landing, they could only assume he was heading back to earth.

They entered the hallways, passing through all security before finally reaching the main hall.

Superman smiled politely, waving hello to a few of the younger hero's and heroines before he finally reached Zatanna.

He became concerned, squint his eyes slightly as a dizzy wave hit him. He tried to shake it off, succeeding long enough to notice Zatanna's look of displeasure.

Her teeth were gritted, a pool of people surrounded her in confusion and worry, although they were a good distance away. All of them avoiding the dark circle of mist that Superman recognized as her magic. Her magic was purple, much like the shade Destiny had attacked them with not thirty minutes earlier.

She glanced up at him, her eyebrow twitching when she opened her mouth.

Instead she closed it, gritting her teeth again just as Superman felt a dizzy wave hit him again, much stronger than before. He gripped the table lightly, holding his head in his left palm. He regained his bearings for a few seconds. Glancing in concern as many began to fall clutching their heads.

He gritted his teeth, falling to the floor as his head ached in a constant pain.

It hurt

God, it hurt so much.

The purple haze surrounding Zatanna began to manifest, it stretched and wavered, closing in on itself to form a small figure.

Said figure turned to look at them all, white vacant eyes looking each of them in the eye. Its form was wavering and erratic, like a glitch in real life.

It stopped moving, just as the ache in his head grew unbearable, a yelp dripping from his throat soon mimed by others.

The figure sent out a wave a purple, slamming into several including himself. He began to feel tired, managing to keep his eyes open long enough to see the now blurry figure walk up to him.

"See what i have seen." The figure whispered.

With a gentle push of its fingers against his forehead, that felt painfully cold, Superman finally welcomed the forced darkness that edged his eyes.

A/N: I decided this needed to be expanded upon because I want to write angst like things. But the chapters will take long as I want them as long as I can fucking write. anyway sorry for the lack of updates, I've just been super unmotivated lately. :P

Just note this story will be darker and much more...rated than my other stories for darker content. So on the safe side I am rating this story as M-rated. So read at your own risk.

Review if you want more, cause those make me smile. :) and with that,

-Maiden Out.