Life sucks. Death's not much better. You get ghost powers, save the world a few times and then everyone dies. I say again - Life Sucks. After the whole 'Disasteroid' thing someone else found a way to alter reality. Clockwork helped but one thing led to another and I had to fight Dan again. Only this time he was much more powerful. Everyone died. Now after I destroyed the reality changing device, a box the size of a quarter believe it or not, the residual energy effected me in strange ways. One that I haven't figured out how to reverse yet is the stuck at nineteen thing. It's been forty-six years since I turned nineteen, I keep getting more powerful, crap keeps happening, and I'm forever nineteen. Forever young, sounds great right? Eternity is not something I would wish on my worst enemy. I feel sorry for immortals like Clockwork. The implications of death, loss, dis-connect and just general tiredness of the years is staggering. Plus, the world will end eventually, and so will the the planets I might have to travel too. What then? Eternity sucks. Longevity good, eternity bad. At least I have one of Clockwork's nifty medallions.
Years ago super powered beings started showing up left and right. People with advanced technology and aliens. Mutated humans and intergalactic guardians. Time travelers - made sure to steer clean of those fools. All in all they do good. Then there's the percentage that does bad. It's like any other group; there are varied results and differences.
So, what about me? I shut down the ghost portals, Vlad died of old age. I trapped his ghost self in Dan's empty cell. Empty because I obliterated him from all timeline's where he could travel to mine eventually. Dan exists and always will exist in an infinite number of abstract timelines in accordance with the infinite number of choices going on in the universe at the same time at every moment of time. Go back to the root of the timeiles and cut him out before he can exist and travel like he wants and the problem is solved. Back to me. I have nowhere to go really. So I go where I want, do what I want, and cause no trouble. I like to take jerks down a peg every so often, and if there is a crime in front of me I will stop it, but I don't go out of my way to look for it now. Things happen. People make choices and grow up. New criminals, new problems are born every day. I can't stop them all and it's foolish to think otherwise. I feel so jaded. It makes me sad sometimes. I don't really need much anymore, but I get bored, and curious. I am for all intents and purposed, immortal. But it's 'immortal' in the sense that no one has found a way to kill me yet and I seem to not age, oh yeah, and Clockwork told me, so, I think that counts. Not much scares me. That scares me.
Where am I? 'Central City' Okay. So where can I settle down? Let's go...this way. I set off to the more secluded part of the city. No. Populace. Populace is what I need, keeps it interesting, helps me blend. Alright. Lets go. Walking. For an hour. Alright, I've walked and now I'm here, so let's find a job and a place to set down in. Okay, arcade, video store, laundry place, grocery store. Nice packing, everything is pretty close. Wonder if there's some place for me to work. Let's see, book store, grocery store, coffee shop, okay, that seems nice, just go in and ask for a job from the moron in a yellow jump suit pointing some sort of gun at my head...sigh. Well, it was nice while it lasted.
"I am Mirror Master! Get in there and put on a light bomb or I'll kill you right here!" Has he never heard of cliche? He's holding out some sort of device. Sigh. I'm so tired of being stuck.
"Leave me alone." I turn to walk away but his hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around, he has that stupid gun in my face again.
"I said, get inside."
"Please, just leave me alone."
"LET HIM GO MIRROR MASTER!" what? Oh great, some guy in a red jumpsuit and yellow boots. A mask too. Superhero? Probably. Now I'm in a headlock and the gun is against my temple.
"You may be fast Flash but you'll never get here in time," sigh I bring my hand up and start to move the gun away from my head "surrender now or, what the hell are you doing?" I moved the gun away and I forced my way from his headlock, the Flash character just stares on in dumb shock and the Mirror guy in disbelief as I walk away. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"
"I just want you to leave me alone." I tell him. They both stare at me.
"Hey! Get back here you!" he fires a beam and it goes through my heart. I stagger and fall, bleeding out.
"NOOO!" The Flash is loud. He starts going to town on the guy in yellow, but he was prepared. Duplicates or something. Teleportation, something else. I stand up, all better, dusting myself off. My shirt had a bloodstain on it, and a laser burn.
"This was my last shirt." sigh
"I got you Flash, you're dead now just like that kid over the-what the hell? W-what the...you're dead! I killed you, you're dead! I killed you how are you-" he was cut off by a fist to the face. Mine. I enjoyed that. He ruined my shirt. Tons of cosmic power and mystic knowledge and crap...and I can't get blood out of my shirt, or fix it for that matter. I had to buy another shirt now. I look at the jumpsuit guy on the ground, still getting his senses together. Time to get going.
"Kid, are you alright?" I turn and look at the hand on my shoulder, the person connected to it too. The Flash guy, he gets recovered quick I guess.
"I'm fine, now please, leave me alone." No more supers. I just want a regular life, for a time.
"Kid, that was stupid, you just got shot, you need to get looked at."
"No, I'm fine, leave me alone."
"I'm taking you to a hospital." before I can say anything else he's picked me up and we're at a hospital "Hey doc!" someone comes over "Kid got shot running from Mirror Master." Running? I was walking. "He got hit in the chest and bled out but then he got up and knocked Mirror master out and started to walk away. I want you to make sure he's alright, ok?" I stand on my feet and straighten myself out. I needed to go now. I hated questions. They led to tests and 'oh my god's and 'how is this possible's. Questions sucked. The doctor comes to examine me and I move away.
"I'm fine doctor. The guy in the jumpsuit over-reacted. I don't want to waste your time so I'll just be leaving now."
"Son, if you were shot you need to be looked at." he says kindly. He looks like a nice guy.
"I'm fine, so please, everyone just leave me alone." I brush off their hands and start walking out the door when in a red blur I'm back on a bed.
"Sorry to do this kid but we need to look at you." sigh
"You're fucking annoying when you don't listen to someone who knows better and you do whatever the hell you want. If you make sure I'm not going to die will you leave me the fuck alone?" I think he was a little taken aback by what I said but he nodded. I take my shirt off and use the doctor's lab coat to clean the blood off of me. There's no entry wound. No exit wound. No sign of damage at all. "There, I'm fine, now leave me alone."
"Remarkable." says the doc as I get my shirt on again "Regeneration of that scale is a rare thing. I wish I could study th-"
"No."
"What?" I think the doctor was taken aback by how cold my voice was.
"No. I'll live. My biology only works for me, no one is to study it, and both of you are to leave me the fuck alone."
"Kid, you can't curse like that, we're only trying to help." says red
"You don't listen to me if I ask nicely, so if cursing helps you fucking listen then I'll talk however I goddamn well please. And the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Remember that dick-wad. Goodbye, now, leave me the fuck alone." I think he was too stunned to do anything. So I walked out the door, and kept going. I needed to find some other city.