DC Gamer.

This story came to me after re-reading The Gamer novel one too many times. The sheer amount of possibilities is staggering and more so when you threw the DC universe in it. This story will have plenty of actions seans and some world building as well. It's a gamer fic so don't expect deep emotional development. There may or may not be a paring or two depending on how the story flows. This world is going to be tied in with the Young Justice universe as that is the one that plays in my head when I write this thing out. I Hope yall like it and Enjoy.

PS, I'v been having some trouble with formatting this story so you may notice some re- upload, sorry about that.

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[Your HP and MP have been fully restored!]

I growled and tried to punch the annoying screen from the air as it woke me up. 6 hours. That's the max I ever get to sleep. Sure, I don't technically need sleep, but I still like to! There is a reason cats nap so much after all.

But the moment that 6 hours pass my bed becomes unbearably uncomfortable and I have to get up and get active or I'd go stir crazy.

It was a teenager's worse nightmare.

Seeing as I was not going to be able to get to sleep anytime soon I got out of bed and stretched. Taking care of my morning ablutions then I got dressed in record time before saying "Statues."

Name- {Jake Han]

Title; The gamer.

LVL- 5

HP 500/500

MP 70/70

VIT- 20

STR- 15

Dex- 10

CHR- 10

INT-15(+5)

WIS- 20(+5)

LCK- 5

Skills: Gamers mind LVL MAX, Gamers body LVL MAX.

Distant memories- Absorption of an orb of Memories, Grants +5 to Int and WIS.

"Cool my STR went up another point." I smiled down at the screen. It was nice to get validation that all the work I put into bettering myself was paying off. Before I earned… Regained… acquired… well before I got these memories I was starting to get a bit overweight. Not too bad but I could see I was getting a bit too flabby and slow. I was six feet tall, so a bit of flab is still a considerable amount of weight to have to pull around.

That all changed once I got the power of The Gamer and started to hit the gym seriously using those extra memories. Turns out just going to the gym and pumping some iron all willy nilly was doing jack shit. But once the +5 WIS showed up I had the idea to research what acutely went into getting stronger. I learned so much about isometric, eccentric motions, hypertrophy, metabolic overloads and so much more my INT went up +3 when I was done.

Originally I had a STR or 2…..2 Even most of the Chess club at school had at least a 4. It was completely unacceptable. So, I joined a gym and got my STR up to 6 over two weeks before I plateaued out again. I didn't gain another point in over 2 weeks and that's when I started to do the research and learned everything I was doing was wrong. Finally correcting all my mistakes I was able to see a +1 STR about every week.

Best of all, the fat was starting to melt away. I figured out that Cardio = Vitality and STR = weighs. I only got +5 into Dex Over the last few weeks since it was still cold out and sprinting outside in winter was a big nope. Also, Dex only went up when I went into a full sprint or flip, just jogging only increased my VIT, and only marginally.

Deciding that the status page looked fine I hopped out of my room and down the stairs. "Jake, can you go to the store and buy some eggs?"

[Quest alert

Your mother needs eggs to finish making pancakes. Retrieve the ingredients.

Time Limit 10 Minutes

Bonus Objective. ?

Rewards.

-Delicious meal, 20Exp.]

Accept Y/N

Hugh I never saw a bonus objective before. I guess something else was going to happen that was going to make today a bit interesting. Hopefully, it wouldn't have anything to do with clowns.

"Sure Mama, No problem. White or brown eggs." I asked since apparently, she was very particular about her eggs. I didn't see any difference but the one time I got the wrong kind I had to go back and buy more.

"Make sure you get the natural Brown ones Jakie. Not like your father who can't tell a brown egg from a chocolate egg." My father grumbled in the corner and hit his head on the table, squishing his new paper. "One-time woman, one time."

"Still trying to make that deal with Lex Corp dad?" For the last few months dad's…..err. company. Had been trying to get Lex Luthor's attention so that they could do some business.

It wasn't going very well.

"Yes, I don't know why you still disapprove. All the businesses he takes over normally make a decent turnaround." I grimaced and raised my eyebrow at him before grabbing an apple to go.

"I think the superman obsession is a little much. Plus, the man walks around with a glowing green space rock all the time. Have you ever heard of anything that was glowing green that wasn't at least slightly radioactive? I mean come on the man hasn't even published any papers at all on the effects that glowing green rock has on humans. For crying out loud it weakens Superman. What do you think the Kryptonite can do to a normal person?" Dad grimaced but let it go. It was an old argument and we argued about it all the time. "Fine, if you want Lex to get interested in your work just say you have an interest in kryptonite and he'll contact you." My dad smiles and ruffled my hair. Checking his watch in case he was missing any time.

Yah as you could tell, we aren't exactly a normal household.

"No talking businesses at the table dear. And Jake, eggs."

Looking down at the clock I saw the time was already down a minute and I was going to fail the quest. Like hell, I was going to fail such a simple quest, so I quickly zoomed out the door and ran towards the nearest seven eleven.

Gotham city in movies, comics and cartoons were often portrayed as a dark dreary place that looked like it was designed by a Gothic priest. Gargoyles on every roof and a dark ally in every corner. And if you were in downtown. You would be right.

My memories said they used to live in a place called Chicago. Now Chicago was normally a relatively dangerous place on its own. But Gotham city had it beat hands down. Imagine if you were walking under the tunnel systems of Chicago with trains, cars, and buses driving overhead and piles of litter everywhere. Yeah, that's basically most of downtown Gotham.
You had to ask yourself why anyone would live in a place that had such a high crime rate and crazy people.

The answer was simple.

Money!

We were on the coast of a series of rivers and lakes, so we had one of the best shipping industries in the world. Add in the long line of Factories and all the scientists and you had an international trading hub that held a good portion of the world's economy.

So naturally, there was always job openings for factories, mils, and other things. Drawing in everyone that needed work to our humble little city. At least until the city chewed them up and spat them back out poorer than when they came and just this side of cray. Those Mobsters and gangsters all came from somewhere you know.

Took me only 3 minutes to get down to the 7/11 with my enhanced speed. Nothing a normal person couldn't reach but was unlikely to.

It was simple to get the eggs but once I was at the cash register things went to hell rather quickly.

"Hands up and give me all the money!" Two goons in Clown masks walked into the store with shotguns. The two goons must have been part of the Jokers gang and were using third-hand shotguns that looked like they never once saw a day of maintenance in their life.

I quickly glanced over the two's heads and looked at the levels.

[Joker Gang Recruit- LVL 2]

[Joker Gang Recruit- LVL 3]

The same day I got Gamer powers I was able to see the levels of people. A person level usually corresponded with their level of power. Most average people were a 4-5 range. I was an exception since I deliberately distributing my points. So, the two idiots were about as threatening as kittens to me.

"You too buddy, give us your wallet." The lower level of the two crooks walked over to me and shoved the Shotgun into my face. It would have been intimidating if the safety wasn't on.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing? Did you not get the memo?" I asked. These two looked like they were new to this, so I wanted to capitalize on that. The store manager looked in my direction, but he wasn't exactly too worried. He knew I was 'special' from all the times he saw me lifting things I should not have been able to lift.

The Level 3 guy tilted his head in confusion before asking. "What memo? I didn't hear about any memo." Oh dear Loki I could almost see a question mark above his head.

I made a show of facepalming before explaining. "As of last month, this section of Gotham is under the protection of the Penguin." I could see from their body language that they were both confused and nervous.

"Um who?" The lower level one asked, making even his buddy turn to him with what I assumed was a 'what the fuck' expression.

"Dude, The Penguins one of the five Crime lords of Gotham. Didn't they cover that in orientation?" Wait? Gangs now had an orientation? Good to know.

"Yup, listen to your buddy here. Anyway, this guy already pays protection money to the Penguin gang to keep his shop from getting mugged. Now you're here, I'm assuming from the Joker gang, and you're messing with that." I pointed to a little innocuous picture of a Penguin in flight on the window. It was cartoony and childish, but it told everyone just who protected this store.

The 3 level guy stopped and tried to use what little intelligence he had to figure out what I was getting at. "So? Were the joker gang. We don't have to listen to Featherbrains." He puffed out his chest as if being the jokers whipping boy was some sort of achievement.

God, he was even dumber then I thought he was. "You do know the Joker and Penguin went into an alliance like three weeks ago. If you brake it so soon, what do you think the Clown Prince of Crime's going to do to YOU."

Both looked at each other for a moment, then another. Then the LVL 3 guy seemed to have a mysterious stain seep into his pants. "Oh, sweet mother of god, we are so dead. We are so So sorry sir, Please don't tell the boss. Were leaving."

And just like that, they ran out the door leaving nothing but a puddle on the floor. The man mounting the counter let loose a shaky breath. I guess he was rather nervous despite his stony expression. "Let me ring those eggs up for you." I smiled and handed over the five for the eggs. Trying hard not to burst out into laughter. I failed.

[Quest - complete

Reward-20exp, Bonus award – Gang Map.]

I opened my inventory and pulled out the new Map that was now placed in there. Inventory? Oh, yeah. An inventory is a storage space that I could shove something into and call it up whenever I wanted. It made things like bags and pockets obsolete.

After reading through the details from my Help Menu I learned that the inventory stored whatever I wanted in my Soul Space. At the moment my Soul Space was about the size of a bedroom, but in the future, I should be able to easily expand it by increasing my MANA Capacity. It was really nice having an inventory. I didn't have to worry about a stolen wallet ever again. And since it was in my Soul I could call up anything I wanted even in other dimensions. In theory.

[Gang Map]

"WOW. I think I just hit the jackpot." It was a full map of Gotham city with road maps and buildings and everything. It also highlighted all the gang-controlled areas in the city.

The Black Masks gang held a considerable portion of the north of Gotham where the ports were. Considering that his main source of business was smuggling it made sense for him to want to control the shipyards.

The Penguin gang controlled a small but powerful section of the west. Mostly focused around the Richer parts of Gotham where he could pretend to be the rich and affluent member of society he was not.

The joker had a mismatch of random buildings covering the entire city, no one place had any consistency. Then again why would you ask for consistency from the joker?

Two-face held down the east end of the city. I'm not actually sure what he dealt in but I'm sure it wasn't good.

All the other heavy hitters in the city had random pockets here and there, not too big that it could be considered a whole territory but still something to keep an eye on.

There were even small sections with tiny little bat symbols on them. You get a cookie if you can guess what those mean.

The map didn't show where every heavy hitter in the city was. That was a shame, but I could at least see who had the power in this city.

I stuffed the Map back into my inventory and savored the Delicious meal mama made. "Hmm, Map latter Pancakes now."