Gotham City After Midnight: The Future's Past

 The Future's Past - Batman 

1

The night had fallen on Gotham City. There were calls pouring into the Gotham City Police Department. The calls were all the same. Something crashed into the forest in northeast Gotham City. There were lights down the river when the officers arrived on the scene. 

"What's going on down there by the river." Officer Derrick Mann asked. 

"I don't know. I just pulled up out here." Deputy Nick Daley replied. 

"Well let's check it out. I don't see where anything crashed out here." Officer Daley said.

The officers made their way down to the waterfront. There was nothing down by the river, but they searched around for a few minutes. "There's nothing going on down here." 

The portal opened behind the officers. The entity stepped out of the shadows. Trying to figure out where it was at. It walked away down the dirt path to the main road. 

The entity walked into Gotham City. The big muscular beast of a man. The big city, buildings, and lights, was like nothing he'd ever seen before.  

The entity stood in the middle of Gotham City. It was so bright and loud, it was nearly too much to take in. He saw the cars and the trains and the people. 

He wandered aimlessly through the city. People gave him strange looks as he passed. He was an odd sight, a muscular brute of a Man dressed in leather and black. They had never seen anyone like him before.  

He tried to ignore the stares and kept walking. He was trying to find something familiar, something that would give him a clue as to where he was. But everything was so different and unfamiliar to him. He felt lost and confused.

What was going on here? He tried to make sense of the buildings and the lights, but it was all so strange to him. He had no idea where he was or how he got here.

Jason Todd was walking with Harley Quinn when he saw the massive man standing there taking it all in. "Look at that." Jason nudged Harley.  

The look on her face when she saw the massive giant. "What in the hell?" Her voice shrieking. 

"I don't know...let's go find out." Jason said. 

"Are you sure?" Harley asked. 

"Of course I am sure." Jason said. 

They crossed the alleyway walked up to him. He was even bigger up close. "Hey there, big man, are you looking for something?" Jason asked. 

"No...where am I?" He asked. 

"Gotham City." Jason answered. "Do you have a name big fella."

He looked around before stopping on Jason and Harley Quinn. "I'm Kratos." He deep voice answered. 

Jason backed up, "Harley, I don't think this guy is just standing here in costume. I think this is a real gladiator or whatever he is." 

He looked like a viking of some sort. Jason observed him, and his mind was racing with fears,thoughts, and possibilities. 

"I'm the God of War." Kratos said. 

"The God of war?" Jason asked.  

"What's he talking about?" Harley asked.  

Jason shrugged his shoulders, his face a mask of confusion. "I don't know." 

Kratos stood there looking at Jason and Harley. He knew they were trying to figure out who he was. He didn't blame them, he was an odd sight, especially here in Gotham City.  

Harley looked at Kratos, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of fear. "The God of war? Like in the Greek stories?"  

Kratos nodded his head. "Yes."

Jason's face contorted in disbelief. "You're telling us that you're really the God of war? That can't be possible."

Kratos let out a deep, rumbling laugh. "Believe me, I know it sounds outlandish. But I assure you, it's true."  

Jason and Harley exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of Kratos's claim. It was hard to believe that a literal god was standing right in front of them.  

But there was something about Kratos that seemed to confirm his claim. His imposing figure, his powerful aura, his deep, gravelly voice...it all seemed to suggest that he was something more than just a man.

"Alright, let's say I believe you." Jason said. "Why are you here in Gotham City?"  

Kratos looked around, taking in the city once again. "I don't really know. I just ended up here."  

"How did you end up here?" Harley asked.  

Kratos thought for a moment before answering. "I was transported through a portal of some sort. It just appeared out of nowhere and sucked me in."

"A portal?" Jason asked, his curiosity piqued. "You mean like a magical portal?"  

Kratos nodded. "Yes, I suppose you could call it magical. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was as if the universe itself had opened a doorway into another world."  

Harley's eyes widened. "Another world? You mean like another planet?"

Kratos shook his head. "No, not another planet. Another realm, another dimension. Somewhere outside of time and space."  

Jason and Harley were starting to understand the gravity of Kratos's situation. This wasn't just a man lost in a city, he was completely displaced from his own reality.  

"So you have no idea how to get back?" Jason asked.

Kratos shook his head. "No...I don't know how to get back, or why I'm here." 

Jason and Harley exchanged a look, both of them realizing the seriousness of Kratos's predicament. "That's...not good," Jason said. 

 

Harley nodded. "You're stranded here. In Gotham of all places."

"I'm here to hold my own." Kratos said. "To fight my way back through the realms." 

Jason looked at Kratos, trying to assess whether he was serious. "You want to fight your way home? That's a pretty ambitious plan."  

Kratos flexed his muscles. "I am the God of war. Fighting is what I do best."

Harley chuckled. "Fighting your way home, huh? Don't you think that's a little extreme?"  

Kratos shrugged. "Maybe, but it's the only plan I have at the moment."  

Jason looked around, thinking about how the people of Gotham would react to Kratos's presence.

"What are you going to do? Just start fighting everyone and everything you see?"

Kratos chuckled. "Oh no...no, no, not like that. There must be a reason for my being here." 

Jason and Harley shared a look, both of them puzzled by Kratos's calm demeanor. "You seem awfully confident for a guy who's been stranded in a city he knows nothing about." Jason said. 

 

Kratos smiled slightly. "I have faith in myself. I've faced many challenges in my life, and I have always come out on top."

"Well, that's good and all, but Gotham is a pretty dangerous place." Jason said. "It's full of criminals, vigilantes, and all sorts of shady characters."  

Kratos chuckled. "I don't mind a good fight. In fact, I welcome it. I crave the thrill of battle."

  

Harley rolled her eyes. "You're just itching for a fight, aren't you?"

Kratos nodded. "Yes, I am. I live for battle. It's in my nature."  

Jason looked at Kratos, a mix of curiosity and caution in his eyes. "But what if you end up fighting the wrong people? People who are just trying to do good?"  

Kratos thought for a moment before answering. "I won't seek out trouble, but if it finds me, I will not hesitate to defend myself."

"That's what I'm worried about." Jason said.

 "What if you end up fighting Batman?" 

Kratos's demeanor perked up at the sound of Batman's name. "Batman, you say? Who is this man?"

"He's the hero of Gotham City. He fights crime and protects the innocent." Jason said.  

Harley smirked. "He's also a total buzzkill. Always ruining our fun."

Jason wasn't sure if Kratos was joking or not. "You really think Batman can get you home? I doubt it."  

Kratos shrugged. "Perhaps he has the power to travel through the realms. It's worth a try, isn't it?"

Harley laughed. "This is a weird conversation. A literal god stranded in Gotham, thinking Batman can help him get home? It's bizarre."

"Tell me about this Batman, what does he do?" Kratos looked them both over. 

Jason thought for a moment before answering. "Well, he's a superhero. He fights crime, takes down villains, all that stuff."  

Harley added, "He's pretty intense. Always lurking in the shadows, surprising criminals when they least expect it."

"Sounds like a worthy adversary." Kratos mused.  

Jason nodded, "You could say that. He's not someone you want to mess with."  

Harley chuckled, "Believe me, he's kicked our asses plenty of times."

Jason shot her a look, silently telling her to watch her language. "What Harley means is that Batman is a formidable opponent. He's smart and skilled, and he has all sorts of gadgets and gizmos to help him take down bad guys."

Kratos nodded, mulling over the information. "I see. It seems this Batman is quite a capable hero."  

Harley smirked, "Capable and annoying."  

Jason rolled his eyes. "Ignore her. She's just mad because she constantly gets her butt kicked by Batman."

Kratos chuckled at their banter. "A hero who can take down villains and annoy Harley, that sounds like an interesting character."  

Jason glanced at his phone, checking the time. "We should probably get going. It's getting late, and Gotham isn't exactly the safest place after dark."

Harley nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we don't want to be caught in the worst part of town after dark."  

Kratos looked at them both, his mind still swirling with thoughts about this Batman figure. 

"Where are you two heading?" 

"Oh, I've got a gig later, and Harley here is probably planning some mayhem." Jason joked.

  

Harley punched him in the arm playfully. "You know me too well. I always have something cooking."

Kratos couldn't help but crack a smile. "You two seem like quite the pair."  

Jason chuckled, "Yeah, we're an interesting duo."  

Harley smirked, "That's one way of putting it."  

Jason checked his phone again. 

"We really need to go before the bad guys come out to play."

Kratos nodded. He watched them disappear into the dusk falling over the city. There was something about those two that he liked. Something invigorating about them. 

2

Kratos took a moment to survey his surroundings, taking in the neon lights of the Iceberg Lounge and Casino. 

The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted out into the cool night air as people came and went from the building, dressed up in a variety of glamorous outfits.

Kratos pushed through the doors of the casino and made his way inside. The decor was lavish, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and gold filigree on the walls. 

The clinking of glasses and shuffling of cards filled the air as gamblers tried their luck at the various games spread out across the floor.

Despite the opulence of the surroundings, Kratos was more concerned with finding information.

As he made his way through the casino, he noticed a group of well-dressed men sitting at a nearby craps table. They seemed to be engaged in conversation about something important.

Kratos approached the table and stood nearby, pretending to watch the game and eavesdropping on the men's conversation. 

They appeared to be discussing some sort of big deal, and Kratos was determined to find out more.

As he listened, Kratos noticed that everyone was staring at him. At first most brushed it off, as they thought Kratos was in costume. Soon they all realized that maybe he wasn't. 

The men at the table stopped their conversation and turned their attention to Kratos. One of them, the leader of the group, looked him up and down with a sneer. "What's a big guy like you doing here, huh?"

Kratos met the man's gaze with a steely stare of his own. "I'm here to find out information," he said simply. "And it seems like you and your friends here might have the answers I need."

The man laughed, a cocky smirk on his face. "Information, huh? And what makes you think we'll just hand it over to you?"

Kratos stepped closer, his body tensing with barely contained rage. "I don't think you understand. I'm not asking. You're going to tell me what I want to know, one way or another."

The leader of the group chuckled, clearly unimpressed. "Is that so? And what if we refuse?"

"If you refuse, huh. I don't think that will last very long." Kratos chuckled.

The man seemed to consider this for a moment, sizing up Kratos with a calculating stare. "You're pretty cocky, I'll give you that. But you're outnumbered here."

The man chuckled again and gestured to the other men at the table. "You're surrounded, big man. You really think you can take all of us on at once?"

"Of course I can. I don't think that you want to see me do that." Kratos stood firm. 

The man laughed, clearly amused. "You're a cocky one, aren't you? But I gotta admit, I like your style. You've got guts, I'll give you that."

The man leaned back in his chair, sizing Kratos up. "Alright, let's say we do have the information you're looking for. What's in it for us?"

Kratos thought for a moment, trying to come up with a way to bargain with these criminals. "You give me the information I want, and I'll let you walk away from this with your life."

The man chuckled again, clearly amused by Kratos' offer. "Is that right? You're going to let us walk away if we give you what you want? You talk tough, but I'm not sure you're really ready to back up those words."

Kratos bristled at the man's mocking tone, but he tried to keep his cool. "Don't test me," he warned. "I'm not someone who makes empty threats."

The man looked at Kratos for a long moment, contemplating his next move. "Alright, tough guy. Let's say we give you what you want. How do we know you'll keep your word and let us go?"

Kratos gritted his teeth, knowing that he had to make a convincing promise if he wanted to get the information he needed. "You have my word. I don't want to waste time here any more than I already have. Just tell me what I need to know, and then we can both be on our way."

The man studied Kratos for a moment longer, trying to read his face for any hint of deception. 

 Finally, he seemed satisfied, and he nodded. "Alright, big man. We'll play ball. What do you need to know?"

The man scratched his chin, thinking for a moment. "Batman, huh? I've heard of him. He's a real pain in the ass. But I might have some information on where you can find him." 

The man smirked up at Kratos, clearly impressed by his knowledge. "Ah, so you've heard of Penguin, huh? Yeah, he's a slippery one. Always popping up when you least expect it. But I might have a lead on him, too."

Kratos' heart leapt in excitement, but he tried to keep his face impassive. "I'm listening," he said, his voice level.

The man leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying being the one with information to give. 

"Both of these guys like to move around a lot. They change locations all the time to throw off anyone who might be after them. I do know that Batman has a base of operations somewhere in the city, and Penguin has a hideout at the old amusement park on the outskirts of town."

"Amusement park, you say? What's this amusement park...it sounds interesting." Kratos asked. 

The man shrugged. "It's just an old amusement park that's been abandoned for years. But rumor has it that Penguin uses it for his own purposes. Lots of nooks and crannies to hide things in, you know? Keeps the cops and do-gooders off his scent."

"Then that's exactly where we need to be. That's where the treasure is located. Get up! Take me to this amusement park that you speak of." Kratos said firmly. 

"Are you serious?" The man asked. 

"Were you being dishonest with me?" Kratos asked, his voice was low and gravelly. 

The man swallowed hard, clearly intimidated by Kratos' intense gaze. "No, no, I'm not being dishonest! The carnival park is where Penguin's hideout is, that's the truth!"

Kratos grabbed a random pitcher of beer off of a table, and he turned it up, downing the nearly full pitcher of beer. Some of it spilled through his thick beard. Then he followed it up with a loud wet belching sound from his core. 

"Get off your ass, and lead the way."

The man looked shocked for a moment by Kratos' display, but he quickly snapped out of it and nodded. "Alright, alright, I'll show you the way."

He stood up from his chair and motioned for Kratos to follow him. "This way, big guy. Let's get moving."

The man led Kratos out of the casino and into the streets of Gotham City. 

As they walked, Kratos couldn't help but notice how different this city was from the lands he was used to. It was loud and chaotic, with all sorts of people and vehicles whizzing by in a blur of movement.

Nevertheless, Kratos followed the man through the streets, keeping his senses sharp and his guard up. 

They came to a stop in front of a large, decrepit building that loomed over them like a decaying skeleton.

"This is it," the man said, gesturing to the building with a nod. "This is the old amusement park. But be warned, it's not exactly a warm and welcoming place. Penguin's got a lot of thugs and lackeys working for him, and they're not exactly the friendly type."

"This amusement park reminds me of a fortress. Penguin controls this fort?" 

The man nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Yeah, Penguin has made this place his own. He's turned it into his own personal stronghold. He's got people patrolling the grounds, keeping watch at all hours. He's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, too. Traps, alarms, you name it. This place is a fortress, that's for sure."

Kratos could feel the familiar thrill of adrenaline starting to pump through his veins. This was his element, taking on a challenge like this. And yet, there was something about this place that made him uneasy. There was an aura of darkness and decay that seemed to hang over the amusement park like a shroud.

But despite his unease, Kratos pushed forward, determined to face whatever challenges lay ahead. He took one last look around, taking in the sights and sounds of the area, then turned to the man. "Thank you for your help," he said. "I'll take it from here."

The big wooden door was locked. Kratos thought for a moment before kicking the door in. It busted into pieces, wood all over the brick floor. He looked at the row of ticket booths. Which he couldn't figure out the purpose. He saw another door and kicked it in too. 

A large sign read: The Gotham City Ghost House. Another one said land of mirrors. Bumper Cars. None of these writings made sense to Kratos. None of that mattered. It didn't change what Kratos had to do. 

As Kratos made his way through the decaying amusement park, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The place was a maze of abandoned rides and attractions, all of them covered in a layer of dust and cobwebs. 

The only sounds were the occasional creak and groan of the metal structures and the distant sound of water dripping somewhere in the darkness. Despite the eerie surroundings, Kratos pressed on, determined to find Penguin.

Kratos walked through a building that read "Lost in Space" on the outside. The interior of the building was dark, and the air was thick with a sense of foreboding. 

Kratos could hear strange noises coming from somewhere deep inside the building, faint whispers and chuckles that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He didn't flinch in the face of death and evil. 

Suddenly, Kratos heard a creaking noise to his left. He tensed, his hand automatically going to his sword. He scanned the area, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound. 

Then, just as suddenly as it had sprung up, the noise faded back into the background, drowned out by the low hum of machinery and the endless dripping of water.

Kratos continued through the building, his footsteps echoing through the empty space. 

He came to a set of stairs and made his way up, taking care to keep his guard up. 

At the top of the stairs, he stepped out into a large room filled with mirrors, all reflecting his face back at him from every angle. Kratos looked around, confused by the strange surroundings.

 The sound of his own footsteps echoed in the room, amplified by the mirrors. He could see his reflection multiplied many times, creating the illusion of dozens of Kratos' standing in the room with him.

He shoved the big doors open. Where he saw rollercoasters and ferris wheels. That had trees and vines growing up all around them. 

Kratos looked out over the amusement park from his perch on the roller-coaster. The view was even more impressive than he had expected. 

He could see the whole park stretched out below him, a labyrinth of twisted metal and decaying structures. The rusted frames of the rides cast long, ominous shadows in the moonlight, giving the park a eerie, otherworldly feel.

As he scanned the area, Kratos caught a glimpse of movement in the distance. He squinted, trying to make out who or what it was. As he focused his gaze, he caught another glimpse of the figure, darting from one piece of cover to another. 

Whoever it was, they were trying to move stealthily and avoid being seen. This action put Kratos on guard, and like a cat he was ready to strike. He continued to watch over the area the stealthy figure moved. 

Suddenly, a voice called out from below Kratos. "Hey, you! Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Kratos looked down to see a group of men standing at the base of the roller-coaster, looking up at him with suspicious eyes. They were clearly Penguin's thugs.

Kratos weighed his options. He could stay on the ride and risk being outnumbered and flanked easily. Or, he could jump down to the ground and face them head-on. 

Despite the risk, Kratos chose the latter. He was not accustomed to running from a fight. He took a deep breath and leapt down, landing in front of the men with a thud.

The men gaped, taken aback by Kratos' impressive display of agility. They quickly recovered, however, and pulled out a variety of weapons. 

Some had knives, others had pistols and others had clubs. They circled around Kratos, trying to intimidate him with their numbers.

"Look at this guy," one of the thugs said, brandishing a knife. "Think he's lost, huh?"

Another one chuckled. "He made the wrong choice coming here.

"Nah," a third thug said, raising his club. "I think he's just stupid."

Kratos smirked, the excitement building within him. These fools thought they stood a chance against him? He felt an almost primal urge to fight.

The biggest of the thugs stepped forward, a hulking brute with a scarred face. "You're trespassing on Penguin's turf," he said, his voice deep and menacing. "You got a death wish?"

Kratos couldn't help but chuckle. "I have faced far greater foes than you and Penguin combined," he said. "You do not scare me."

The thug's face contorted with anger. "You'll regret saying that, big man," he snarled.

The thug charged at Kratos, his club raised and ready to strike. But Kratos was ready, easily sidestepping the attack and countering with a powerful punch that sent the thug flying backwards.

The other thugs saw their friend fly and were stunned at Kratos' power. They hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But then one of them yelled "Get him!" and the rest of them charged at Kratos.

Kratos was outnumbered, but he didn't care. He was eager for the fight. He ducked and weaved through the swinging fists and clubs, easily dispatching the thugs with powerful blows and quick reflexes. 

They were no match for his raw strength and combat skills.

Within minutes, all of the thugs were lying on the ground around Kratos, moaning and groaning in pain. 

Kratos stood over them, breathing heavily, his muscles tense with adrenaline. He was still itching for more. "Are there anymore of you?" 

A soft chuckle broke the silence, the sound of someone clapping. 

"Impressive, very impressive. I've been watching you through my security cameras you know. And I must say, I'm quite impressed."

Kratos turned, his eyes narrowing as he searched for the source of the voice. He saw someone stepping out of the shadows, a tall, thin man dressed in a sharp tuxedo and top hat. It was Penguin.

Penguin looked at his fallen thugs and smiled. "It's a shame about my men, but it doesn't matter. I can always get more."

He walked towards Kratos, sizing him up with a critical eye. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"No,” Kratos said, his eyes never leaving Penguin. "I come from a land far away, a different realm entirely."

Penguin raised an eyebrow. "Different realm? That's intriguing. So...what brings you to Gotham City, to Penguin's domain?"

"I am here to find something," Kratos said vaguely. "Something that was stolen from me. Something that I think you've got." 

Penguin chuckled, amused. "You're quite the direct fellow, aren't you?" He took a step closer, getting in Kratos' personal space. "And what makes you think that I have what you're looking for?"

"A man told me that I might find it here, so where's the treasure." Kratos asked firmly. 

"Ah, I see. You've been given information, have you? And you just believed it just like that?" Penguin smirked, his tone dripping with condescension. "Foolish of you, I'd say."

"I have my sources, even in your realm." Kratos informed him. 

Penguin's smirk grew wider. "Sources, you say? Well, I have my sources too. And let me tell you, they're quite more reliable than yours."

"Are you challengeing me?" Kratos stepped up to the Penguin. 

Penguin feigned surprise, a hand going over his heart. "Challenge? Goodness me, no. I'm just stating a fact." He took a step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of Kratos. "You see, the world of criminals is all about power and influence. Information is power, and I have the best information."

"Do you control the portal?" Kratos asked. 

Penguin raised an eyebrow. "Portal? What portal?" He asked, his tone full of mock curiosity.

"The portal between the realms?" Kratos said. 

"Ah, that portal." A sly smile appeared on Penguin's face. "Now why do you want to know about the portal between realms?"

"Because I need a way out. There's no battle here...you and your kind are too docile. You're broken, calmed down, and tammed." Kratos informed him. 

Penguin chuckled, amused by Kratos' words. "docile and tammed, you say? You underestimate us, my friend. Just because we're not barbarians like you, doesn't mean we're weak."

"What did you call me?" Kratos asked, knowing he'd been called a barbarian. 

"A barbarian. You heard me." Penguin's smirk grew. "That's all you are, a savage brute with no regard for laws or rules. You belong in some uncivilized realm."

Kratos' eyes narrowed. "I am a warrior, a champion of Sparta. I have faced foes much more dangerous than you, Penguin. You are not my kind, you are weak."

Penguin let out a sharp, barking laugh, clearly unbothered by Kratos' words. "You know nothing about me, you big stupid brute. I have power and influence far beyond your comprehension. I control this entire city. My word is law here."

Kratos clenched his fists, his anger growing. "You control this city? You control nothing. You're just a spineless gangster, hiding behind your money and goons. You're not a warrior, you're a coward."

Penguin's eyes narrowed at Kratos' words. "Watch your tongue, or I'll cut it out. I may not be a warrior, but I have a power over this city that you can only dream of. I control the underworld, the dirty underbelly of Gotham. And when I want something, I get it."

Penguin stumbled back, his face contorting with rage. "How dare you lay your hands on me? Do you know who I am? Do you have even the slightest idea of the power I wield? You're making a huge mistake, big boy."

"Are you a God? What kind of powers do you possess?" Kratos inquired. 

Penguin chuckled, his anger giving way to a sense of superiority. "God? No, I'm not a god, you fool. But I have something better than godly powers. I have knowledge. I have influence. I have the entire criminal underworld at my beck and call. I have information and secrets that would make even the gods tremble in fear."

"And let me tell you something else," Penguin said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone. "You may have defeated gods and monsters, but you've never dealt with someone like me. You've never faced the wrath of the Penguin. I will see you tremble and beg for mercy before I'm through with you."

Kratos smirked. "You talk too much," he said. "You're like a rat, always squeaking and squirming. I've dealt with rats like you before. And let me tell you, I always squash them in the end."

"You think you're tough, do you?" Penguin sneered. "You think you can beat me in a fight? I have the best fighters, the best guns, the best gadgets. You're outnumbered, my friend. You don't stand a chance."

"Who controls the portal?" Kratos asked. Clearly not buying the Penguin's tough guy bit. 

Penguin's eyes narrowed, realizing that Kratos was determined to get his answer. "Alright, alright," he said, feigning boredom. "If you must know, the portal is controlled by one man. The most powerful man in Gotham City."

"His name is Thomas Wayne, the Mayor of Gotham." Penguin continued. "He has more money, more influence, more everything. And he's the one pulling all the strings. He's the one controlling the portal."

Kratos raised an eyebrow. "The Mayor? The most powerful man in this city is a politician?"

Penguin smirked. "Don't underestimate him. He may be a politician, but he's as cunning and ruthless as they come. He controls the city through bribes, blackmail, and fear. He has his fingers in every pie, and he'll do anything to keep his power."

Kratos was ready to see where this lead from the Penguin would go. He walked out of the amusement park that held so much promise. Kratos moved though the night. 

3

Kratos walked silently out of the now-abandoned amusement park, his mind still grappling with the information the Penguin had given him. 

As he navigated the shadowy streets of Gotham, the city's dark atmosphere seemed to cling to him like a shroud.  

The night was quiet, almost eerily so, as if the city had been holding its breath. Kratos's sharp eyes searched for any sign of danger, his senses on high alert. 

He had faced countless monsters and gods on the battlefield but encountering Gotham's underbelly would be a completely different beast.

Kratos watched the people move throughout the city. He made his move in the direction of the mayor's domain. This Thomas Wayne that Penguin said holds the power of the portal. 

These people moved like ants on the ant hill. All of them busy with places to go, and various things to do. 

Kratos couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment as he watched the people hustle and bustle about their business. 

They seemed so small and insignificant to him, lost in their own little worlds. Kratos shook his head slightly, trying to shake off the feeling of alienation that threatened to take hold.  

As he turned a corner, Kratos caught sight of a group of young men loitering on the street corner. They looked rowdy and dangerous, and Kratos's instincts warned him to proceed with caution.

The thugs on the sidewalk noticed him as he approached, their eyes raking over his huge frame with a mix of curiosity and wariness. 

One of them, a muscular man with a scar across his face, stepped forward, his hand resting on the gun at his hip.  

"Hey, big guy," the thug said, sizing Kratos up. "You lost or something?"

Kratos didn't miss the hostile undertone, but he remained calm. "I'm just passing through," he said, his voice deep and steady.  

The thug chuckled, glancing at his friends before looking back at Kratos. "Oh, you're just passing through, huh? You don't look like you belong in these parts."

Kratos met the thug's gaze, a hint of challenge in his eyes. "Believe me, I can handle myself in any part of town."  

The thug smirked, his friends chuckling behind him. "Yeah, I bet you think you can, big guy. But this is our turf. You're not welcome here."

Kratos's hand flexed at his side, ready to draw the Blades of Chaos if needed. "I have no intention of upsetting your...turf," he said. "I'm just looking for a man named Thomas Wayne."

The thug's expression changed at the mention of Wayne's name. "Thomas Wayne? What do you want with him?"  

Kratos noted the thug's reaction, realizing he had struck a nerve. "I have a message for him. One he needs to hear."

The thug's eyes narrowed, and he exchanged a glance with his friends. "Yeah, well, Wayne's a busy man. He doesn't have time for some random guy asking for him."  

Kratos took a step closer, towering over the thug. "It's important. I must speak to him."

The thug's hand tightened on his gun, his expression becoming more hostile. "I don't give a rat's ass how important it is. You're not getting past me or my boys."  

His friends closed in, surrounding Kratos on all sides, their hands ready to draw their weapons.

Kratos's gaze swept over the men encircling him, his jaw clenched in determination. 

He knew he could take all of them down in a fight, but he didn't want to risk causing a scene.  

"Listen," Kratos said, his voice low and serious. "I don't have time for this. I need to speak to Wayne, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it happen."

The thug's laugh was harsh and mocking. "Oh, you'll do whatever it takes, huh? You think you can just waltz into Wayne's domain and demand to speak to him? You've got some nerve, big man."  

Kratos's temper flared, his patience starting to wear thin. "Do not underestimate me," he growled.

The thug sneered, his confidence growing as he saw Kratos's irritation. "Or what?" he taunted. "What are you gonna do if I don't let you see Wayne? You gonna hit me?"

Kratos's eyes glinted with a dangerous look. "If that's what it takes," he said, his voice a low growl.

The thug's smile faltered, his bravado wavering in the face of Kratos's cold stare. He quickly recovered, his expression hardening. 

"You think you can take all of us, tough guy?"

"Yes, I don't have any doubt about that, but I'm providing you another pathway, one that doesn't end with me killing you." Kratos responded. 

"You take me to this Thomas Wayne, so I can handle business." 

The thug's eyes glanced at his friends uncertainly, his confidence diminishing. "I don't know about that, big man...Wayne's not gonna like some stranger waltzing into his place..."

The thug looked at Kratos, then at his friends, his mind racing. He knew he was out of his league here, and he didn't want to face the wrath of Kratos.  

"Why are you looking at him like that. You're the leader of this bunch. The guy that you're looking at for reassurance, he still lives with his mother, and he's told what he can or cannot do. Don't look at him, can you take me to this Thomas Wayne?" Kratos said. 

"Ah...alright...alright," he said, gesturing for Kratos to follow him. "I'll take you to Wayne. But you better keep your word and not cause any trouble."

Kratos nodded, his expression unreadable. "I'll keep my word," he said. "As long as you take me where I need to go."  

The thug motioned for Kratos to follow him, and they began to move through the city. 

As they walked, Kratos kept his senses on high alert, ready to deal with any surprises that might come their way.

Jason saw Kratos walking with the thugs from 6th Street. What was he doing with these criminals, thugs, and lowlifes? He decided to tail them and find out. 

He kept a distance, staying close enough to see what they were doing but far enough away that he wouldn't be noticed.  

He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the sight. Why was Kratos with these criminals? What was he up to? Jason knew Kratos was strong, but he was clearly outnumbered.

He wanted to make sure Kratos was safe and find out what was going on. As he moved through the dark alleys and side streets of Gotham city in pursuit, he couldn't help but worry for Kratos safety.

He could hear the thugs laughing and talking as they moved through the city, their voices carrying through the night air. 

Jason had a feeling that whatever they were up to, it wasn't going to be good. He kept a close eye on Kratos, watching as the group turned down a dark alleyway.

Nightwing raised an eyebrow at Kratos's aggressive stance and the thug's words. "Is that so? You're not looking for trouble?"  

He took a step closer to the group, his hands casually resting on his hips. "Then what exactly are you doing here?"

The thug shrugged, trying to act nonchalant. "Just walking through the alley, minding our own business."  

Nightwing didn't believe them for a second. "Yeah, right. Minding your own business. So that's why you're all carrying weapons?"

The thug looked uneasy, his hand instinctively going to the gun at his hip. "Just for protection," he said, though his voice lacked conviction. 

 

Nightwing shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "Protection, huh? From what exactly?"

The thug's eyes flicked nervously around the alley, as if expecting danger to jump out from the shadows at any moment. "You never know what's lurking in these alleys."  

Nightwing's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. "You mean like me?"

"You're the dangerous one?" Kratos asked. " Are you Batman?" 

Nightwing chuckled softly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. "Me, Batman? No, I'm Nightwing. Maybe you've heard of me."  

Kratos's eyes raked over Nightwing, sizing him up. "I may have heard some rumors," he said, his voice gruff.

Nightwing didn't back down, his gaze steady and challenging. "Rumors, huh? And what do these rumors say about me?"  

Kratos's expression darkened, a hint of disdain crossing his features. "That you're a wannabe Batman, trying to step into the shoes of a legend."

Nightwing's smirk faded, replaced by a stony expression. He didn't take kindly to being disrespected, especially by someone he had just met. "Is that what you think? That I'm just some pretender trying to imitate Batman?"

"I don't know who you are, what your angle is, or why you're challenging me, but you are making a huge mistake." Kratos flexed his muscles and loosening up. 

Nightwing's eyes flicked up and down, taking in Kratos's imposing figure. "A big mistake? Challenging you?" he said, his voice cool and collected.  

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "I don't know about that. Maybe it's you who's making the mistake, thinking you can intimidate me."

Kratos chuckled darkly, a hint of menace in his voice. "You're cocky, I'll give you that. But I've faced gods, monsters, and beings far more powerful than you. You're just a man in a costume, playing hero in a city that already has one."

Nightwing's expression remained neutral, but his eyes flashed with defiance. "You may have faced gods and monsters, but you haven't faced me. And don't underestimate me just because I'm not wearing a cloak or carrying a hammer. I've taken on more than my fair share of bad guys and come out on top."

"I'm not a bad guy, I'm a warrior, hardened by the many wars I've been a part of. You have no idea what you are doing. I'm going to provide you one chance to get out of our way, before I snap your neck." Kratos warns coldly. 

Nightwing's gaze hardened, his smirk replaced by a steely expression. "You think you can snap my neck? You might be a warrior, but I'm a master combatant. I've taken on opponents ten times tougher than you and come out victorious. Don't underestimate me, warrior."

"Come on then...let's see if they were really tougher than me." Kratos said. 

The thugs couldn't believe the altercation that was happening before their eyes. They were quiet and they moved back. 

Nightwing nodded, his gaze locked on Kratos. "Alright, you asked for it."  

He lunged forward, moving with the grace and speed of a seasoned fighter. His movements were fluid and precise, honed from years of training. He launched a barrage of strikes at Kratos, each one faster and more powerful than the last.

Kratos blocked and dodged each incoming attack. Years of experience in combat had sharpened his reflexes and senses, allowing him to move with supernatural speed despite his massive size and weight. 

He watched Nightwing closely, studying his moves and waiting for an opening.

Nightwing continued his assault, his attacks growing more intense and varied. He landed a kick to Kratos's gut, followed by a series of rapid punches to his chest. Kratos grunted, but stood his ground, his expression hardening with determination.

Just then Jason Todd comes around the corner of the alleyway. "Hold it...hold up...stop fighting." 

Nightwing paused, his fist mere inches from Kratos's face. He turned to Jason, his expression a mix of surprise and irritation. "What? Why should we stop?"

"Go on, get outta here." Jason told the thugs.

Nightwing shook his head. "This guy is trying to push folks around. He is looking for a fight, and I am happy to oblige him."

Kratos laughed at him and his boldness. "You're not a fight for me. You're merely another body that I've gotta go through to get to Thomas Wayne."

 "The Penguin says, Thomas Wayne controls the portal. I need to find a way back to Valhalla." Kratos answers.  

Nightwing's frown deepened, his curiosity piqued. "Valhalla? You want to go back to Valhalla?"  

Jason looked at Kratos, his eyes widening in surprise. "Wait, Valhalla? As in...the afterlife?"

"Yes, the afterlife," Kratos confirmed, his expression hardening. "And I won't leave Gotham until I have what I need to get there."  

Nightwing's eyes narrowed, his hand tightening on his escrima sticks. "And what makes you think Thomas Wayne can help you with that?"

"He might, but that doesn't give you the right to barge in and demand his help." Nightwing replied coldly.  

Jason looked between them, sensing the tension in the air. "Guys, please. Just calm down."

Kratos's expression darkened, his patience wearing thin. "I didn't come all this way to ask politely. I need to get to Valhalla, and I will do whatever it takes to get there."  

Nightwing's jaw clenched, his grip on his escrima sticks tightening even more. "You're not gonna bully your way to the portal. Thomas Wayne decides who gets through, and you're not getting anywhere near him."

Kratos took a step closer to Nightwing, his massive frame towering over the vigilante. "You'll have to stop me, then." 

Nightwing stood his ground, his expression defiant. "I'll do whatever it takes to stop you. This isn't just about you and your need to get to Valhalla. Gotham and the people in it are worth fighting for."

Kratos growled as he drove his fist into Nightwing. Knocking him across the alleyway. He tumbled and rolled across the cement walkway. "Come on there, you imposter. Get up and fight." Kratos flexed above the fallen Nightwing.

Nightwing groaned as he forced himself to his feet, his cheek red from the impact of Kratos’s punch. He stumbled for a moment, but he steadied himself and stood facing Kratos, his expression determined. "Imposter? I’m Nightwing, and I’m not afraid of you."

"Good then...little warrior. You shall die tonight, but at least you'll die with honor." Kratos acknowledged. 

Nightwing didn’t back down, his gaze locked on Kratos. "I’ve fought my fair share of monsters too. I won’t be intimidated by you."

"Come on now guys." Jason said. 

Both Nightwing and Kratos ignored Jason, their attention focused solely on each other.  

Nightwing took a few steps forward, his expression hardening. "You’re not going to hurt anyone in Gotham, and you’re not going to find your way to Valhalla."

Kratos snarled at him, his eyes narrowing into slits. "You’re just a puny mortal, trying to play hero. You can’t stop me. No one can stop me."  

Nightwing shook his head, his voice calm and steady despite his growing anger. "I’m not going to let you hurt anyone. I’ll do whatever it takes to protect this city, and that includes stopping you if I have to."

"I'm not trying to hurt anyone who doesn't want to fight. That doesn't appear to be you. You want to feel the pain, don't you?" Kratos laughed. 

Nightwing’s expression hardened, his grip on his escrima sticks tightening. "I’m not here to fight for the thrill of the fight. I’m here to protect Gotham and its people. And I won’t let you or anyone else hurt them."  

"Come on, Nightwing. Kratos doesn't know why he's here." Jason tried to explain. "He didn't choose to be in Gotham City." 

"It's alright, Jason. Let him come try me. This battle will be his last." Kratos said firmly. 

Nightwing made his move on Kratos. He tried to move quick to throw Kratos off his game. The attempted was met with a brutal counter attack. 

"You can't challenge me," Kratos roared as he flew into action. Knocking Nightwing off his feet. 

Nightwing grunted in pain as he hit the ground, his body bruised and battered from Kratos's attack. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, his breath coming in ragged gasps. 

He looked up at Kratos, his expression defiant despite the pain he was feeling. 

"I..I can challenge you," he spat out through gritted teeth.

"Then do it... Challenge me." Kratos roared. 

Nightwing struggled to his feet, his body screaming in protest. He ignored the pain and faced Kratos, his expression steely. "Alright then, consider me challenged."

"I will show you mercy if you give up now. Otherwise you will not survive the wrath that I'll inflict upon you." Kratos informed him. 

Nightwing gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with defiance. "Mercy? I don't need your mercy. I'll never stop fighting to protect Gotham, no matter how dire the odds."

Kratos smirked at Nightwing's stubborn refusal to surrender. "You're a fool, but I admire your bravery. Come on then, let's see what you've got."

Kratos swung his open hand at the face of Nightwing, palming his face as he shoved him.  

Nightwing unleashed a furious flurry of punches of his own. Hoping to gain some sort of control. Quickly he mounted an assault against his opponent. 

Despite Nightwing's furious onslaught, Kratos was undeterred. He blocked each punch and parried each attack with a cold and calculated efficiency.  

"Your attacks are feeble, and your defense is weak," Kratos sneered. "You're no match for me, hero."

Nightwing gritted his teeth and pushed himself harder, determined to find a weakness in Kratos's defense. He threw a series of quick jabs, aiming for Kratos's face and body.

"Oh...I like those move, but feel the power of Kratos." 

He punched Nightwing with a powerful shot. Nightwing flew from his feet. 

Nightwing hit the ground hard, his body battered and bruised. He tried to roll away, but Kratos was on him in an instant. 

"You're tough, but you're no match for a god." Kratos said, his voice oozing with superiority.

"I...I won't give up." Nightwing forced himself to his feet, his body a mess of bruises and cuts. He refused to surrender, his determination outweighing his pain. 

"You may have the power of a god, but I have the heart of a hero."

4

"You've met your match, hero."

Nightwing struggled to his feet. "That's what you think, but you are making a huge mistake overlooking me." 

Jason continued to try stopping them from fighting. Kratos was a warrior who wouldn't refuse a challenge of combat. Nightwing was trained to never give up. Never quit. Which he had no intention of doing. 

Jason approached Nightwing and Kratos, his expression worried. "Guys, please stop fighting. This isn't going to solve anything." 

Nightwing shook his head, his eyes never leaving Kratos. "I can't stop. I have to protect Gotham."

Kratos chuckled, his eyes locked on Nightwing. "You won't win, boy. You're just wasting your time."

Then Robin saw the fight while making his rounds. He saw Jason standing by. As they continued to fight with a steady intensity. "You can't defeat me, boy." Kratos roared. 

Robin approached the pair, watching the fight unfold. He could see the tension and determination in both Kratos and Nightwing's eyes.

As Robin observed, Kratos continued his brutal assault on Nightwing, his attacks powerful and relentless. Nightwing, though battered and bruised, refused to back down.

Despite the mounting injuries, Nightwing's determination did not waver. He continued to fight, his movements fluid and precise.

Kratos seemed almost amused by Nightwing's tenacity. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" he said, a smirk on his face. 

"I'm not going to give up," Nightwing retorted, his voice filled with determination. "I'll fight until my last breath."

"Then let's see how long you can last." Kratos said, his voice cold and calculated. 

The battle raged on, the two fighters locked in a deadly dance of blows and blocks.

"I'm going to finish you once and for all." Kratos said. His tone brutal and harsh. 

Nightwing gritted his teeth, his body growing tired from the prolonged fight. "You won't finish me," he said defiantly. "I've been through worse, and I'm still here."

Robin could see that Kratos was beating Nightwing up, and Damian launched into the air with a flying kick. 

Kratos was caught off guard by Robin's sudden attack. He had been so focused on Nightwing that he hadn't noticed the young Robin approaching. 

"Another one to fight me," Kratos growled. He turned his attention towards Robin, his eyes narrowing in preparation for battle.

Robin was a skilled fighter in his own right, but Kratos was a force to be reckoned with. He moved with a speed that belied his size, his powerful punches and kicks easily knocking Robin back several feet.

Nightwing watched the two fighters engage, his body too battered to join the fray just yet. He could see the determination in Robin's eyes, but he feared that the young fighter may be outmatched by Kratos's sheer power.

Kratos continued his relentless attack on Robin, his experience and strength giving him the upper hand. The young Robin struggled to keep up, his blows ineffective against Kratos's unyielding defense.

Despite the odds stacked against him, Robin refused to give up. He moved with a fluid grace, dodging and parrying Kratos's attacks. He tried to find an opening, a moment of weakness he could exploit.

Kratos was impressed by Robin's skill and resilience. "You're not bad, boy," he said, a hint of respect in his voice. "But you're no match for me."

Kratos front kicked Robin sending him flying across the alleyway. Robin tumbled and rolled. 

Robin knew that the fight was far from over. He was tiring, but he refused to give up. He continued to dance around Kratos, dodging and weaving with lightning-quick reflexes.

Kratos kept up his relentless assault, his attacks becoming increasingly brutal. He seemed almost amused by Robin's tenacity, as if the young fighter was nothing more than a pesky mosquito.

Robin's body ached, his muscles screaming from the effort. But he refused to let Kratos see his pain, his stubborn determination keeping him going.

Kratos's blows grew harder and more relentless. He seemed to enjoy the battle, taking pleasure in the young Robin's pain.

Robin stumbled under the barrage of attacks, his body battered and bruised. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand back up, his eyes blazing with defiance.

Kratos chuckled at Robin's tenacity. "You're stubborn, I'll give you that," he said, his voice filled with amusement. "But you can't win this fight."

Robin was tired, his body pushed to its limits. But he refused to surrender. He continued to move and dodge, but Kratos seemed to predict his every move.

Robin was tired, his body pushed to its limits. But he refused to surrender. He continued to move and dodge, but Kratos seemed to predict his every move.

Kratos grew annoyed by Robin's stubbornness. He wanted the fight to end, and he had had enough of toying with the young fighter. He channeled his rage into a powerful blow, intending to end the battle once and for all.

Robin saw the blow coming, but he was too slow to avoid it. Kratos's fist connected with his stomach, sending him sprawling to the ground. 

Robin lay on the ground, his body in pain. He tried to push himself back to his feet, but Kratos was on top of him in an instant.

Kratos looked down at Robin with a smug expression. "You fought well, boy," he said, his voice cold and calculating. "But you're out of your league here."

Robin's defiance had melted into a look of resignation. He knew that he had been beaten, and he had no choice but to accept his defeat.

"Now, I  need to see this Thomas Wayne you speak of. This realm is not my own. I'm not supposed to be here." Kratos said 

Kratos crouched down next to Robin, sizing him up. "You're young, but you've got potential. I could use a fighter like you."

Robin scowled at him, his face set in a defiant expression. "I'll never fight for you," he said firmly.

Kratos chuckled at Robin's response. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice tinged with menace. "I have ways of making people change their minds."

Robin's eyes widened as he realized the implication behind those words. "You won't break me," he said, his voice confident despite his situation.

"I was once the commander of a large military. I commanded in battle with some brave men. The real tough warriors. They knew that my strategies were going to lead us to victory. We were going to do whatever was necessary to achieve the victory. We won I guess, but losing that many men doesn't seem a lot like winning." 

Robin couldn't hide his surprise at Kratos's words. He had never imagined that such a brutal warrior would reflect on his past actions with such regret.

"Fighting in the memory of my fallen warriors, it makes me fight harder. I was a young man back then. I was a different lad back then." 

Robin saw a hint of softness in Kratos's demeanor, a crack in the brutal exterior. He realized that there was more to the warrior than just raw power and aggression.

"I must find my way back to Valhalla. Where my time as a brutal warrior could be over. I could become free of my obligations to fight. Where I can rest among Hurcules, Zues, and Adonis. Free from the life I once defended with my own."

Robin listened intently, his eyes fixed on Kratos. He could see the pain in the Greek god's eyes, the burden of his past weighing heavily on him.

"I'll do whatever it takes to get back there," Kratos continued, his voice taking on a steely edge. "I'll fight anyone who stands in my way, hero or not."

"You're willing to hurt innocent people to get back to Valhalla?" Robin asked, his voice betraying his disbelief.

Kratos's face hardened at the question. "There's no room for sentimentality in battle. I'll do whatever it takes to return to Valhalla, even if it means crossing swords with a hero."

Robin's disgust was evident, but he couldn't help feeling a pang of sympathy for Kratos. The warrior's drive to return to Valhalla hinted at a deeper pain and a longing for peace.

"Who would rip a man from his existence, and throw him into a world he's never known?" Kratos questioned. 

Robin didn't have an answer to that question, but the pain in Kratos's voice was evident. The Greek god seemed to be grappling with a sense of injustice, feeling betrayed by forces beyond his control.

Jason had gotten Nightwing to safety. In doing so Batman was alerted of Kratos's visit to Gotham City. He was aware of the beating that Kratos inflicted of two members of the Bat Family. When Jason arrived back Kratos and Robin were gone. Batman was just behind Jason, and he realized that Kratos had gotten away. 

"Where is he?" Batman asked. 

"I don't know, but trust me he just wants to go back. Back to the land he comes from." 

Batman clenched his jaw as he took in the information. Kratos had been here, causing chaos and fighting against members of the Batfamily. He couldn't let the Greek god continue to cause havoc in Gotham, but he also knew that Kratos's desire to return to Valhalla could be exploited.

"Did he say anything about how he ended up here?" Batman asked.

"He just said, he was ripped from his lands, and continuously said who would do something like that?" Jason replied. 

Batman nodded, his expression hardening. Whoever had snatched Kratos from Valhalla and dropped him in Gotham was the key to their current predicament. If they could find out who was responsible for the god's arrival, they could potentially send him back and stop his rampage.

"Whoever sent him here could be from another realm like he's from." Jason said.  

Batman considered Jason's words, silently processing the information. It was possible that the being responsible for Kratos's arrival could be a powerful being from another dimension or realm.

"We need to consider all possibilities," Batman said, his voice low. "Start looking into any magical beings or entities that have the power to transport individuals across dimensions. We need to find out who sent Kratos here and why."

Jason nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. The Bat Family had faced powerful foes before, but this was different. Kratos was an ancient god possessing strength and rage far beyond anything Robin had seen before. 

"I'll start doing research on mythical beings and dimensions," Robin said, his mind already spinning with possibilities.

"Why did he leave?" Jason asked. 

"He said he was hungry enough to eat the ass end of elephant." Robin replied. 

Batman raised an eyebrow at Robin's comment, a hint of surprise crossing his face. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the thought of Kratos's appetite for food was admittedly amusing.

"That's...an interesting way of putting it," Batman said, a slight trace of humor in his voice. He couldn't help but be amused by Robin's colorful language. "Are you Okay, Robin?" 

He didn't take the beating that Dick Grayson took. He was not hurt bad at all. Unlike Grayson, once Damian felt the power, he took a different approach. He didn't keep hitting a solid wall. 

"Yes...he's probably the strongest we've ever faced. His strength is legendary. His achievements as a warrior are legendary. He is a God of War. He achievements are legendary." Batman explained. "You fought a God." 

There was something almost awe-inspiring about hearing Batman speak of Kratos's legendary status. Robin had heard stories and legends about the mighty god of war, but facing him in person had given him a whole new perspective. 

"It was terrifying," Robin admitted. "His strength and speed were unlike anything I've ever encountered. But I also saw the pain behind his eyes."

Batman nodded, understanding Robin's emotions. Kratos had a complex history, filled with both glory and tragedy. There were many layers to the god of war, and it was those layers that could potentially be exploited to send him back to his realm. 

"His pain is a part of him," Batman said, his voice quiet. "We can use it to our advantage."

"He's searching out Mayor Thomas Wayne. Who controls the portal. Do you know anything about that?" Jason asked. 

"I was aware of Thomas Wayne's role in managing the portal," Batman replied. "But I'm not sure of what Kratos's intentions are. It's possible that Thomas has information on how Kratos ended up here." 

Batman's jaw hardened as he processed this new information. If Kratos was searching for Thomas Wayne, it could mean trouble.

"Well then what are we waiting for, let's go." Jason said. 

"We need to tread carefully," Batman responded, his mind already formulating a plan. "Thomas Wayne is a figure with influence, and we can't just barge in and start asking questions without raising suspicion. We need to be strategic about this."

He looked at Robin and Jason, determination in his eyes. 

"Follow my lead."

Jason and Robin nodded in agreement, trusting Batman's judgment and leadership. Batman had a reputation for being meticulous and calculated in his approach, and they knew that he would have a solid plan in mind. 

"Let's go." Batman said, his voice firm.

5

There was a loud bang over Gotham City. The same sound was reported right before Kratos walked into Gotham City. The calls again came pouring in, and a heavy patrol was combing the streets. The parol brought two policemen face to face with Kratos. 

"Well what do we have here...two more heroes in their outfits. What is this thing you're riding on?" Kratos asked. 

"These are called bicycles. You're not from around here are you big fella?" 

"You have questions, but you'll get no answers from me. I'm not aware of your intentions. How about you answer my question.  What about that?" Kratos asked firmly. 

The police officers exchanged uneasy glances, clearly taken aback by Kratos's size and demeanor. Neither of them has ever seen a man of such immense presence.

"Whoa there, big guy," one of the officers said nervously, holding up a hand. "We're just patrolling the streets. Nothing suspicious here."

Kratos scoffed, not impressed by the officer's attempt at bravado. 

"Oh, you're patrolling, are you?" he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "What was that cannon blast, is your city going to war? Can either one of you two fight?" Kratos asked his voice serious and low. 

The two officers shared a tense glance, their hands instinctively moving to the weapons at their hips. They didn't relish the thought of engaging in a fight with this massive man, but they also had a duty to uphold the law.

"We're law enforcement," the first officer said, trying to sound confident. "We can certainly handle ourselves."

The officers were taken aback by Kratos's suggestion. It was clear that he was no ordinary man, and his confidence was both impressive and intimidating. The two of them shared a wary glance, unsure of what they were getting into. 

"Alright, we'll follow you," the second officer said finally, his voice shaky. "But we'll be watching your back."

Kratos nodded, satisfied with their response. He started walking forward, his steps heavy and determined. The officers fell in behind him, their hands on their weapons, ready for anything. 

They made their way on a warm spring morning, deserted street, the officers couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They had no idea what they were walking into, and Kratos's mysterious demeanor only added to their anxiety.

As they walked further, the officers noticed a familiar sight, a man in a bat like costume on a motorcycle with a cape. They knew he was Batman from his appearances on the news and on top of buildings throughout the city.

"Hey, look! It's Batman!" one of the officers whispered. Kratos followed their gaze and spotted Batman on his motorcycle with a cape. 

"So that's the great Batman that I've been hearing about," Kratos muttered. "Well boys, the battle of ages is about to begin." 

The officers gulped slightly, the thought of Kratos and Batman clashing was almost too surreal to process. They exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to expect if a fight broke out. 

"Maybe we should call for backup," the first officer suggested quietly.

"We don't need backup. We've got to strike while the iron is hot." Kratos said firmly. 

The officers were hesitant to argue with Kratos, but they didn't feel comfortable engaging in a fight with the city's protector. They tried to reason with Kratos, suggesting a more diplomatic approach.

"Perhaps we can ask Batman for help," one officer suggested. "He might have some answers for you."

"Do you think he has knowledge?" Kratos asked. 

The officers shared a cautious glance. 

"It's possible," the second officer replied. "Batman has a reputation for being well-informed. He might have encountered something like your situation before."

The officers were taken aback by Kratos's declaration, their eyes widening slightly. They had heard rumors of his godhood, but to witness the power radiating from him was something else entirely.

"A god, you say?" one of the officers muttered, his voice tinged with a hint of awe.

"Yes," Kratos confirmed, his voice filled with pride and authority. "I am no mere mortal. I am Kratos, the God of War. And I demand answers."

The officers nodded, their faces betraying their disbelief. They didn't know how to respond to this self-proclaimed god, especially with his imposing stature and the palpable aura of power he emanated.

"Kratos." Batman shouted as he approached the mountain of a man. "Are you looking for Batman?" 

Kratos turned to face the voice, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of Batman approaching. The officers froze, uncertain of how to react, but Kratos stood resolute.

"Indeed I am, Batman. You are the guardian of this realm, are you not?" Kratos asked, his gaze fixed on the caped crusader.

Batman nodded, his expression steely. He could sense the power and aggression radiating from Kratos, but he stood his ground.

"I am," he replied simply. "What brings you here, Kratos?"

Kratos took a step forward, his muscles rippling with power. 

"Answers. I am searching for answers," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I was forcibly taken from my realm and brought to this world. I demand to know why."

Batman studied Kratos for a moment, sensing the anger and confusion bubbling beneath the surface. He could feel the god's desire for answers, but he needed more information.

"You were brought here against your will, you say? Do you know who's responsible?" Batman asked, his voice measured.

"I don't Batman, but maybe you and I could figure it out over a few pitchers of that beer at the casino, what do you say?" Kratos was thirsty. 

Batman was caught off guard by Kratos's request, but he couldn't deny the god's forward nature.

"A few pitchers of beer, you say?" Batman asked, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "And what exactly would we discuss over these pitchers of beer at the casino?"

"Are you unwilling to break bread with me, Batman. To drink some beer and figure it out? Are you better than a God?" Kratos asked, his voice grim and serious. 

Batman held Kratos's gaze, weighing the god's words against his own instincts. As a guardian of Gotham, he was used to confrontations, but this was different. Kratos was not a normal villain or criminal. He was a god, and his very presence was like a mountain looming over a valley.

"I'm not unwilling," Batman replied finally. "But I must proceed with caution. You understand, don't you?"

"Caution keeps me alive and effective," Batman responded, his voice firm. "It helps me protect Gotham and its citizens."

Kratos chuckled, a deep, thunderous sound that reverberated through the air.

"I suppose that makes sense for a mortal. But I am a god, Batman. I have no need for caution."

Batman could sense the urgency and desperation in Kratos's voice, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. This was a god who was out of his element, and he was looking for someone who could provide him with the answers he craved.

"I do have answers, Kratos, but I cannot be certain they are the answers you seek," Batman replied carefully. "Can you be more specific with your questions?"

Batman considered Kratos's words, carefully weighing the depth and significance behind them.

"It sounds like you've been through a lot, Kratos," Batman said quietly. "And being taken from your realm and brought here must have been quite jarring."

Kratos nodded grimly. "It was more than jarring. It was a betrayal of my hard-earned peace. I fought for my right to rest in Elysium."

Batman pondered Kratos's words, his mind working to find a solution. 

"If Mayor Wayne is indeed the one with control over the portals, he may hold the key to returning you to your realm," he said quietly. "As for your second question, I'm not sure. Your presence here could have major implications for not only this city, but potentially the entire world as well."

"I don't wish to be here, but I'm yet to find the answers I seek." Kratos acknowledged. "Perhaps we will find a way." 

Batman nodded, sensing Kratos's unease and frustration. He could understand the god's desire to be back in his own realm, with his pantheon.

"We will do what we can to find a solution," Batman said, his voice firm. "But we must tread carefully. Mayor Wayne has a lot of power and influence, and we can't afford to make any rash decisions."

"Then you speak to the mayor, and you tell him where we stand. I will await your findings." 

Batman nodded, understanding the gravity of the task before him. Speaking to Mayor Wayne would require tact and diplomacy, especially if Kratos's presence was causing concern.

"Very well, I will speak to Mayor Wayne and see what I can find out," Batman said confidently. "But I can't promise anything. He may be reluctant to disclose information about the portals or your return."

The two officers had been watching the conversation between Kratos and Batman with a mixture of shock and disbelief. They could hardly believe what they were witnessing - the god of war having a civil conversation with their city's guardian.

Kratos took off walking through the city.  Wondering if he would ever get back to Valhalla. Then he spots Harley Quinn walking alone. "Ms. Quinn, why are you out here alone?" 

Harley Quinn halted, her eyes widening at the sight of Kratos. She was used to strange encounters, living in Gotham, but a god was a rare sight. 

"Oh hey, big guy," she said, recovering from her surprise. "I'm just taking a midnight stroll. What about you?"

Kratos approached Harley, his massive frame casting an imposing shadow. 

"I'm just looking for someone to have a few pichers of beer with, how about it, are you free to join me?" 

Kratos looks Harley up and down.

Harley gave Kratos a sly smile, amused by the idea of having a drink with a god.

"Sure, why not? I could use a drink. Let's see what trouble we can get into." She chuckled as she walked alongside Kratos.

Kratos led Harley through the city streets, the night air cool against their faces. They eventually reached a nearby dive bar, Kratos holding the heavy door open for Harley.

"After you, Harley Quinn." Kratos said.

Harley grinned as she entered the dive bar, her eyes scanning the dimly lit interior. It was a rough-looking place with a few characters scattered around the tables, all nursing their drinks.

"Nice joint you picked," Harley commented, taking a seat at a corner table.

The bartender walked over, eyeing Kratos warily before shifting his gaze to Harley.

"What'll it be, folks?" he gruffly asked. 

Kratos leaned on the table, looking at Harley. "Two pitchers of your finest ale." 

The bartender nodded and walked off to get their drinks.

Harley rested her chin on her hand, studying Kratos closely.

"So, are you always this direct?" she asked, her tone laced with playful curiosity.

Kratos chuckled, his deep voice booming in the small bar. 

"I suppose, when I know what I want," he replied, meeting her gaze. "And right now, I want to enjoy a few drinks with you."

The bartender returned with two large pitchers of beer, setting them down on the table. 

"Here you go, enjoy." he said, eyeing Kratos once more before walking away. 

Kratos grabbed a pitcher and poured Harley a drink, then he turned up the pitcher. Followed by a belch that vibrated off the walls. 

"Have yourself a taste...the beer is good."

Harley raised an eyebrow at the god's impressive display of drinking, but she didn't seem intimidated. 

"Impressive," she said, taking a swig of her beer. "You know, you're not what I expected a god to be like."

Kratos chuckled again, his laughter filling the space between them.

"And what did you expect a god to be like, Harley Quinn?" he asked, amused.

Harley leaned back in her chair, contemplating his question. 

"Well," she said thoughtfully, "I guess I always thought gods would be all stoic and serious. But you seem pretty down-to-earth, for a god."

Kratos grinned, taking another swig of beer. 

"I've faced enough death and destruction to know that life's too short to be serious all the time," he replied. "Plus, drinking and having a good time is a universal language, even for gods."

Harley took another sip, eyeing Kratos with a hint of admiration. 

"I'll drink to that," she said, raising her glass and clinking it against his. "You're alright, big guy."

Kratos chuckled, feeling a sense of contentment in her company. 

"And so are you, Harley," he replied, genuinely. "You're a lot of fun." 

They continued to chat and drink, the hours passing by like minutes. Kratos found himself enjoying the woman's company.

As the night wore on, the dive bar started to clear out, leaving Kratos and Harley alone in their corner. They were both feeling the effects of the alcohol, their words and actions starting to slur.

"You know," Harley said, her eyes slightly glassy, "I never thought I'd be drinking with a god. Especially not one as handsome as you."

Kratos felt his cheeks warm at her words, unused to such blatant flattery. 

"You're quite the charmer, Harley Quinn," he said, his voice betraying his intoxication. 

He leaned a bit closer to her, his gaze fixed on her eyes.

Harley noticed Kratos leaning closer, a sly smile spreading across her face. She felt a tingle of excitement at his proximity, the alcohol loosening her inhibitions.

"You're not so bad yourself, big guy," she replied, her voice low. 

Harley reached out, her fingertips gently grazing his arm. The simple touch sent a shiver down her spine.

Kratos felt her touch like a jolt of electricity, his heart beating faster. 

"You're a dangerous woman, Harley Quinn," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

He shifted in his chair, his gaze fixed on her lips. The desire to close the gap between them was becoming increasingly difficult to resist.

Harley smiled at Kratos's daring comment, the alcohol emboldening her even further. 

"Careful what you ask for, big guy," she replied, her hand slowly sliding up his thigh. "You just might get it."

Harley practically purred in response. Hearing a god of war say those words was music to her ears. 

"Oh, you're quite the charmer, aren't you?" she teased, her hand now dangerously close to his inner thigh. "And what will you do with me once you have me?"

Kratos's breath hitched as he felt her hand getting even closer to his most sensitive area. He leaned in, his voice low and rough.

"Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he said, his gaze locked on her lips. 

Harley felt a rush of excitement at his tone, her heart racing. She was teetering on the edge, her desire for him becoming almost unbearably strong.

The air between them crackled with raw tension, the alcohol fueling both of them as they moved closer to each other. Kratos's hand found its way to her waist, his grip firm and possessive.

Harley couldn't resist any longer. She closed the remaining distance between them, her lips crashing against his in a heated kiss.

Kratos reacted instantly, pulling her against him with desperate need. His hand moved to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss. 

Harley melted against him, her body pressing against his as the kiss turned hungry and urgent. The taste of him was intoxicating, and she couldn't get enough.

They broke apart for a moment, their breath mingling in the air. Kratos pulled Harley onto his lap, his arm around her waist as he pulled her closer. 

His eyes burned into hers, filled with a mixture of desire and intensity. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with need.

They stumbled into Harley's hideout, their hands on each other as they navigated the darkness. Kratos's lips latched onto her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. 

Harley let out a soft moan, her back hitting the wall as they stumbled further into the dark interior. 

Kratos's hands roamed over her body, his touch possessive and hungry. He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the wall as he continued his assault on her neck. 

Harley arched against him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. She had never felt such desire, such raw need, coursing through her veins.

Kratos moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands moved under her shirt, his touch branding her. 

Harley gasped, her head tilting back as she succumbed to the pleasure he was igniting within her.

Kratos lifted her in his arms, carrying her to the nearest surface. He set her down gently, his eyes fixed on hers as he stood before her. 

His hands were at the hem of her shirt, his knuckles grazing her bare skin. "Can I take this off?" he whispered, his voice rough with need.

Harley nodded, her heart racing faster at the request. She lifted her arms, letting him pull the shirt off of her in one swift motion. 

Kratos's eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of her exposed flesh. He couldn't help but admire the smooth curves and soft planes.

He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her bra. He could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest with each breath, her desire written all over her face. 

His other hand moved to her hip, gripping it firmly as he pulled her flush against him.

Their bodies pressed together, a gasp escaping her parted lips. Harley could feel the heat radiating off of him, the desire between them almost palpable. 

Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the hard planes of his muscles. She could feel the wild rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're so goddamn beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

His mouth moved down to her neck again, his teeth grazing her skin as his hands continued their exploration of her body.

Harley could only moan, her body arching into his touch. The combination of his words and his actions was almost too much to bear. No one had ever made her feel so desired, so wanted.

Her hands tangled in his hair, her fingers clenching when his teeth found a particularly sensitive spot.

Kratos's lips trailed lower, his mouth finding the slope of her shoulder. He bit down gently, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver down her spine. 

His hands moved away from her hip to the clasp of her bra, his fingers undoing the fastening with practiced ease.

Her bra fell away, leaving her exposed to his gaze. Kratos's hands moved to her sides, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. 

His touch was firm but gentle, his eyes flickering with desire and intensity. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get close enough.

Kratos lifted her, carrying her to the bed that was conveniently behind her. He lay her down as if she was made of delicate glass, his hands roaming over her body once more. 

His mouth found hers, the kiss hot and demanding. He wanted to consume her, to claim every inch of her body as his.

Harley responded eagerly, her body moving against his in a sensual dance. She met his tongue with hers, kissing him back with just as much fervor. 

Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging into his flesh. She wanted him, needed him in a way she had never felt before.

Kratos's body reacted to her touch, his skin heating to an almost feverish degree. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth with an erotic fervor. 

He broke away for a moment, his gaze locked on hers as he shed his own shirt. He needed to feel her skin against his, needed to have nothing between them.

Harley's breath hitched at the sight of his bare chest, her fingers itching to touch him. She reached out, her hands tracing the hard planes of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin. 

Her touch was light, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He was so strong, so powerful, yet in this moment, he was putty in her hands.

Harley arched against him, the sensations coursing through her body nearly overwhelming. She had never felt this before, an all-consuming desire that threatened to consume her. 

She pulled him closer, her hands grasping at his shoulders as she tried to pull him even closer. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to be surrounded by him.

Kratos's hands roved lower, stopping at the edge of her shorts. He toyed with the waistband, teasing her with his proximity. 

His lips moved to her ear, his voice a low growl as he whispered, "I want to taste you."

Harley's breath hitched at his words, heat pooling between her legs at the thought of his mouth on her. She could only nod, her words failing her beneath the onslaught of desire and need. 

She raised her hips in silent invitation, wanting to feel his touch against her most sensitive flesh.

Kratos chuckled at her response, amused by her eagerness. He slowly pulled off her shorts, his fingers trailing over the soft skin of her legs. 

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, completely bare and willing. He could see the desire written all over her body, her eyes dark and filled with need.

Kratos settled between her thighs, his hands gliding up her legs to her hips. He gently pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin. 

His eyes met hers, a mischievous gleam in his gaze as he slowly leaned forward. His lips grazed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, teasing her with slow, deliberate kisses

His movements were torturous, his mouth coming so close to where she wanted it yet never quite getting there. She could feel his hot breath against her, the sensations driving her to the brink of madness.

She squirmed beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets as she tried to hold herself together.

"Kratos…" Harleen groaned, her voice heavy with desire. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. He was pushing her to the edge, and she was teetering precariously.

Kratos smiled against her skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing her come undone beneath him.

"Now I claim you as mine." Kratos said seductively. 

"Yours," Harley echoed, her voice almost a whisper. 

She felt a thrill at his words, the possessiveness in his tone making her shiver. She was his, in this moment and every moment after.

6

The thunder crackled through the city streets, and boom, exiting the portal was The God of Thunder. The Mighty Thor stood in the middle of Main Street. Batman sees Thor standing on the other side of the street. He approached the second God in Gotham City.

Thor looked at Batman approaching, a smile crossing his face. "Ah, a fellow god-slayer," he said, hefting Mjolnir in his hand. "You are Batman, correct?"

Batman nodded, a hint of wariness in his eyes. "Yes, that's me." He looked at the hammer in Thor's hand. "I've heard stories about you. The God of Thunder."

Thor chuckled, grinning broadly. "Yes, that's me indeed. And I've heard tales of your prowess as well. The Dark Knight of Gotham, they call you, isn't that right?"

Batman nodded, sensing Thor's determination. "Be careful. Kratos is a dangerous foe. He's a skilled warrior, and he's prone to fits of anger and violence."

"Yes...we've been in battles before. This one settles the score. He's beaten me four times and I have taken him down four times. We will finally settle this score." 

Batman couldn't help but be intrigued by Thor's words. "You've fought Kratos before? And you match each other in strength?"

"Strength?" Thor shook his head. "Kratos is a powerful warrior, there's no denying that. But I have powers beyond strength. Mjolnir, the hammer of the gods, gives me the power of thunder and lightning. I can control storms and unleash destruction with a single swing."

Batman nodded, understanding Thor's confidence. "I see. But Kratos is not to be underestimated. He has a weapon of his own, the Blades of Chaos, which give him tremendous power and agility. He's a master of combat and can take down foes much larger than himself."

"Yes, I'm well aware of his Blades of Chaos. But I have faced foes just as formidable. And I always come out victorious." Thor said. "I'll find Kratos, don't worry."

Batman studied Thor for a moment, sensing the conviction in his words. "Alright. Just be careful, Thor. Gotham is a dark and dangerous place, and Kratos isn't the only danger lurking in its shadows."

Thor chuckled and hoisted Mjolnir onto his shoulder. "You worry too much, Batman. I've faced gods and monsters, and I've emerged victorious each time. Kratos is just another foe to vanquish."

Batman remained cautious. "Just don't underestimate him," he warned. "Kratos is a force to be reckoned with. And Gotham has a way of bringing out the worst in people."

Thor chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind, my friend. But I appreciate your concern."

With that, Thor turned and began walking down the street, Mjolnir crackling with energy, his gaze set on the city of Gotham.

Batman watched Thor's departure, a sense of unease settling over him. He knew that the presence of two gods in Gotham was a cause for concern. He couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.

He pulled out his grappling hook and fired it at a nearby building, launching himself up onto the rooftop. He surveyed the city from up high, searching for any signs of trouble. But for now, all was quiet.

Damian was patrolling the streets Batman saw him pass by Main Street. Batman would buy his time and wait for the inevitable. Thor was still hunting for Kratos. Batman watched him ass by a couple of times. Kratos was not hiding. 

Meanwhile at Harley Quinn's hide out...

He wanted to taste every inch of her body, and to own her sexually. "I want to destroy you." Kratos said firmly. 

Harley let out a shaky breath at his words, her body responding with a rush of heat. 

"Do it," she replied, her voice low and breathy. 

She was his, to do with as he pleased. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating, and she could feel her resolve crumbling beneath his commanding gaze.

Kratos didn't waste any time. His mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he marked her. 

His hands explored her body, roaming over her curves and dips. Everywhere he touched left a trail of fire in its wake, igniting her senses.

He moved lower, his mouth finding her collarbone. He bit down, claiming her as his own in the most primal way possible. 

His hands moved to her hips, his grip turning almost painful. He was wild and animalistic, his need for her taking control.

Harley could only cling to him, her body writhing beneath his touch. The sensations were almost too much to bear, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of desire. 

She wanted more, needed more, and she was willing to surrender everything to him.

Kratos moved lower, his mouth finding her breast. He took one hardened peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around as he sucked and pulled. 

His hands were all over her body, his touch both rough and gentle. He wanted to mark her, to leave an imprint on her skin and soul.

Harley gasped at the sensations, her body arching off the bed. His mouth was talented and skilled, driving her further into a state of ecstasy. 

She could feel herself coming apart beneath him, piece by piece.

"You're mine, Harley," Kratos growled, his voice rough with possessive desire. 

His hand traveled down her body, finally finding the place she needed him most. He teased her lightly, his fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh. 

"Say it," he commanded, his eyes locking onto hers. "Say you belong to me."

"I'm...I'm yours," Harley gasped out, the words coming out between ragged breaths. 

She could feel the power in his gaze, his control and the demand for submission. She wanted to surrender to him, to give him everything she had to offer.

Kratos's hand moved away, causing a small whimper of protest to slip past her lips. He leaned down, his mouth finding her ear as he whispered, "Say it again." 

His voice was low and commanding, his body pressing her into the mattress. He needed to hear her say it again, to know that she was completely his.

"Yours," Harley repeated, her voice thick with desire. 

She could feel her body responding to him, the heat between them almost unbearable. She was lost in him, intoxicated by his touch and scent.

Kratos let out a deep, guttural groan at her words, his body reacting in a primal way. He loved hearing her surrender, loved the way she let him take control. 

His mouth found hers again, his kiss aggressive and possessive. He wanted to devour her, to consume her with his need.

His hands roamed over her body, claiming every inch of her flesh. He was relentless, his touch driving her to the brink and over. 

His lips left her mouth to trail down her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he marked her once more.

Harley's nails dug into his back as she clung to him, her body arching beneath his touch. She was burning up, consumed by the fire that burned within her. 

She could feel his need, his desire, and it only fueled her own. She wanted to give herself to him completely, to surrender to the storm of sensations.

Kratos's body moved over hers, his hips pressing her into the mattress. He wanted to be as close to her as possible, needed to feel her skin against his. 

He could feel her body responding to him, her desire matching his own. He wanted to lose himself in her, to forget everything except for the pleasure she brought him.

"Please..." Harley gasped out, her body trembling with need.

She could feel him against her, his hardness pressing against her softness. She wanted him, needed him inside her. 

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer. She was begging for release, for him to take her and make her his.

Kratos's breathing was ragged, his control slipping with each passing moment. He could feel the heat between them, the desire that burned like a wildfire. 

He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. But the sight of her beneath him, all smooth curves and soft skin, was too much to resist.

He leaned down, his mouth skimming over her collarbone. He had to taste her, to savor her, to make her his. 

His tongue darted out, flicking over her skin as he made his way lower. His breath was hot against her, his body coiled with tension.

"I need you," Harley gasped out, her words almost a plea. 

She reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair as she tried to draw him closer. She was desperate for him, her body begging for his touch.

Kratos groaned at her words, his control slipping further. He could feel her need, her desire, and it was driving him to the edge. 

"You're mine, Harley," he repeated, his voice a low growl. "Mine to do with as I please."

He took her hand in his, pinning it above her head. His other hand roved over her body, touching and caressing as he explored her. 

His mouth found her neck, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of hot kisses as he slowly made his way down her body.

His body was pressed against hers, his hardness rubbing against her heated flesh. He could feel her wetness, the desire that coated her thighs. 

He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his own. He was consumed by the need, the primal urge to claim and possess. 

"Please..." Harley gasped out, her body writhing beneath him. 

She was desperate for him, her body begging for release. She needed him, needed to feel him inside her, around her, consuming her. Kratos lifted her up off the bed as he impaled her. 

Kratos slid past the point of no return, and he consumed Harley like a drug addict consumes their fix. He had taken his time to properly enjoy her offerings. She really knows how to respond in the sack. Kratos was thoroughly satisfied with her magic moves. She would beg for more. 

Back in the city Thor was looking for Kratos  Batman was watching his city, and he understood two Gods would eventually collide in battle, but Batman still had a responsibility to Gotham City. Keeping everyone safe was the Batfamily's top priority. 

Kratos said goodbye, and he was moving through the streets freely. He had no idea that he was being hunted by The God of Thunder, and just then lightning struck, and the thunder rumbled. Kratos ran across Robin making his nightly stroll through Gotham City. Making sure the criminals weren't having their way with it. 

Kratos greeted Robin. "Good evening to you, young warrior," Kratos said, his deep voice carrying over the city. His dark eyes regarded Robin with a sort of respect, acknowledging the warrior within him. "It's rare for me to encounter one like you on these streets."

"What's going on, Robin, anything exciting going on around here. Something we can get into tonight?" 

"It's not night, Kratos. The sun will soon be coming up. What have you been doing?" Robin asked. 

"Well, I have been mingling in the city. Searching for the next piece of the action." Kratos said. 

Robin's interest piqued at Kratos' words. "Piece of the action?" He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. He had seen his fair share of action in Gotham, but the notion of Kratos searching for more intrigued him.

"Indeed," Kratos confirmed, his expression turning serious. "There is a power in this city, a darker force that threatens the very order of things. I have sensed it, and it draws me like a magnet."

Robin's expression darkened as well, his mind immediately going to the ever-present dangers of Gotham City. He had faced many such threats in the past, but the idea of a power that even Kratos found troubling sent a shiver down his spine.

"And have you located this power?" Robin asked, his voice steady despite the unease he felt. He knew that Kratos was not one to underestimate, and if the Spartan was concerned, then the threat was likely significant.

Kratos shook his head, his expression turning grim. "I have not yet pinpointed its exact location. But I can feel it, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike." He clenched his fists, his frustration at not being able to act palpable. "It's cunning, this force. It hides itself well, and I'm forced to play a game of cat and mouse."

Robin nodded, understanding the challenge that Kratos faced. "Have you considered enlisting aid in your search?" he asked. "There are many heroes and vigilantes in Gotham, all of whom are experienced in tracking down elusive threats."

Kratos considered the suggestion for a moment before replying. "I have thought about it, but the nature of this power is unlike anything I have encountered before. It is both ancient and modern, primal and sophisticated. I fear that bringing others into the fray may complicate matters and risk the safety of innocents."

Kratos's expression turned distant, as if he was reliving a memory. "I had been traveling from place to place, seeking any source of information that could lead me closer to the power."

 Kratos had always heard that Gotham was infamous for its dangerous history, but he never expected it to be connected to such a powerful and ancient force. "I don't know what I'm doing here, but I have realized the Dark Force since my arrival."  

Robin's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Kratos mentioned the Dark Force. "Dark Force?" he repeated, his mind racing to recall any information he had on the topic. "I haven't heard of such a thing. Is it a god? A supernatural entity?"

Kratos shook his head. "It is something far older and more primordial than anything we have encountered before. It is a force that predates the existence of the gods, a force that has existed since the dawn of creation."

Kratos's words sent a chill down Robin's spine. The thought of a power so ancient and malevolent lurking in Gotham was terrifying. "How do you know of its existence? And how do you know it's here?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of fascination and fear.

"Because I can feel it everywhere. It's the reason you'll never get a hold on this city. You two or Batman...you're fighting a losing battle. The city brings out the animal in a person, and I love it." Kratos flexed and growled. 

Robin couldn't help but shiver at the intensity in Kratos's voice. The Spartan's words rang true, Gotham was a city plagued by despair and violence. The Dark Force was a manifestation of that, a force that fed off the darkness within the city's soul.

"You're right," Robin admitted, his voice low. "Gotham is a cursed city, plagued by corruption and violence. We have faced countless threats since we first began our crusade, but this is something different. It's ancient and powerful, something that preys on the worst of humanity."

Jason thought about it. "Hell it's got to be true. Look how many people work with or for Batman, and still we find it impossible to clean up these streets." 

"It's definitely true. The grounds are cursed many times over. There's been a lot of death, destruction, and deception, that took place here." Kratos assured them. 

Robin nodded, his mind racing as he tried to piece together everything Kratos was telling him. "How do we fight such a power? If it's so ancient and primal, how do we even begin to understand it, let alone defeat it?"

"It's a Dark Power, and you can learn how to use it. Feed off of the source, and ride the benefits of your findings." Kratos chuckled. 

"Oh yeah...I've been taking it in since I arrived, and it has woke something up inside me....and I love it." Kratos said with enthusiasm. 

Robin's frown deepened at Kratos's enthusiasm for the Dark Power. He had seen firsthand the destructive effects of such power in Gotham, and the idea of willingly feeding off it made him uneasy. "You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice stern. "The Dark Power is dangerous and unpredictable. It has a way of corrupting even the strongest of souls."

"There's been wars on these grounds. There was a bloody battle with the natives of this land right here. Intense battles, witches hung, men executed in the streets, hangings and guillotines. The history of this place is dark and filled with horrible events." Kratos said. "It's all around you." 

Robin couldn't argue with Kratos's assessment of Gotham's history. The city's foundations were built on bloodshed, violence, and darkness. It seemed as if the very ground was cursed, and the people who lived there were doomed to suffer the consequences. 

"I've seen it firsthand," he said quietly. "The city is a constant battle against the forces that threaten to consume it. It's like a never-ending cycle of violence and despair."

Kratos stopped walking. "Something isn't right, here." 

Robin tensed, his senses immediately on high alert. He could feel it too. The atmosphere had shifted, becoming darker and more oppressive. The shadows seemed to move and shift in the corner of his vision, as if something was lurking just out of sight.

Red Hood had broken away and he ran into the additional source of power that Kratos could feel. It was another God. 

"What brings you to Gotham City?" Red Hood asked. 

"Batman knows I'm here." Thor said. 

"Oh he does, huh? Maybe we should verify that to be true." Red Hood replied. 

"Are you accusing me of a lie?" Thor said harshly. 

Red Hood's voice was challenging, full of skepticism and a hint of hostility. "Let's just say I'm checking your credentials," he retorted, his hand casually near his holster. "Batman has enough to deal with, and he's not in the habit of inviting Gods to Gotham City. 

Then Red Hood saw the power radiating from his body. Channeled from that hammer. This was definitely another God.

This one felt different than Kratos. Jason was not sure how or why, but he did. 

He was wearing a belt around his waist and holding a hammer in his hand.

He looked like he could be in his thirties, with long golden blond hair and a muscular build.

He was wearing red pants and boots along with a pair of black gloves.

He looked up and stared at me with his blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Jason asked.

"I am the God of Thunder, Thor Odinson," he replied.

"Red Hood," Jason said, and bowed my head slightly. He had heard of Thor. Jason hadn't heard of Kratos until he appeared in Gotham City. 

Thor looked Jason over, his gaze sharp and assessing. "Red Hood," he repeated, his voice rich with authority. "I've heard of you. You're one of Batman's soldiers, are you not?"

Jason nodded, his expression guarded. "You could say that. I work closely with Batman and the Batfamily."

Thor's eyes flickered with interest at the mention of the Batfamily. "Ah, the Batfamily," he said, his tone thoughtful. "A formidable group indeed, led by the great Batman himself. I've heard tales of their exploits."

Jason remained stoic, his hand still near his weapon. "We do what needs to be done to protect Gotham," he replied simply.

"Maybe you can help me with something, Jason. What do you think?" Thor asked. 

Jason raised an eyebrow, his caution still evident. "Depends on what it is," he replied, his voice carefully casual. "I'm not in the habit of doing favors for gods of thunderstorms."

"Have you seen another God here named Kratos?" Thor asked.

Jason's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of Kratos. "You know Kratos?" he asked, his tone cautious. "We've crossed paths recently. He's here searching for some dark power that's corrupted Gotham."

"I do know him, Jason. He and I have a score to settle, but rest assured that Batman knows about this fight." 

"Batman knows?" Red Hood repeated his question. "I'll still need to verify that, but I'm sure you're not lying. It's protocol. You know?" 

"Yes...of course." Thor said. "Now where is Kratos?" 

Jason's eyes narrowed, his hand still near his weapon. "He was around here not too long ago," he replied, his voice cautious. "But he vanished. He's harder to track down than you think. But why do you want to find him so badly?"

"Because we have one final battle with four wins each. He can't beat me anymore, Jason. I will end him and rid Gotham City of the problem." 

Jason's skepticism deepened. "And what makes you think you'll win? Kratos is a force to be reckoned with. He's taken down gods far more powerful than you."

Thor's expression hardened, his jaw clenching tight. "I am the God of Thunder. I wield Mjolnir, the most powerful weapon in all of the Nine Realms," he replied arrogantly. "I have defeated countless foes, and I will defeat Kratos."

Jason couldn't help but scoff at Thor's arrogance. "You're underestimating him. Kratos is not like anything you've faced before. He's a master of combat and a force of nature. He could bring you to your knees if you're not careful."

"If you prove to be right, and I'm defeated, you're going to be stuck with Kratos. My orders are to destroy him." Thor said. 

That statement caught Jason's attention. "You're here to kill him?" he asked, his voice low and intense.

"Yes. That's precisely why I am here, my friend." 

Jason gritted his teeth, conflicted. On the one hand, he didn't trust Thor or his intentions. On the other hand, Kratos had proven himself to be a threat, and Gotham had enough problems as it is.

"Fine," he finally said. "I'll help you find Kratos. But if you do anything to compromise the safety of Gotham, I'll take you down myself, god or not."

"Red Hood, I understand your passion, but I am a man on the side of good. I'm Odin's son. The God of Thunder. I would never intentionally hurt your people. With all that, my friend. You couldn't stop me. I could put enough electricity into your body that it could light up Gotham City." Thor said. "But I would never do that to you Red Hood." 

Thor chuckled, his expression amused. "You're a spirited one, Red Hood. I respect that. But I assure you, I have no intention of compromising Gotham's safety."

He raised Mjolnir in the air. "Now, where was Kratos last seen?"

7

Kratos was not sure of what the force of power he felt came from, but it was as powerful as he was. Kratos knew that he would need to move with caution, and he would need to try to find the source of the power, and without being seen. 

Kratos quietly made his way through the streets of Gotham, his senses on high alert. The city was alive with the sounds and smells of the night, but the air felt charged with a strange energy. Kratos couldn't help but feel that the force of power was close. 

He moved silently and quickly, keeping to the shadows as much as possible. The people he passed by had no idea that a Spartan warrior was stalking through their streets.

As Kratos moved through the streets, Thor followed him from above, his eyes scanning the city below. The Spartan was a skilled warrior, but Thor was a god, and he had defeated countless foes in his time. He was confident that Kratos would be no different. 

Meanwhile, Batman watched from the rooftops, his eyes scanning the city. He had been keeping tabs on Kratos since his arrival in Gotham, and he knew that Thor was hunting him. Batman was torn between his instincts to intervene and his desire to observe how things would play out.

Then on 9th Ave South, and Nicholson Road. They came face to face. Thor looked at Kratos, and Kratos stared back. Searching for something to give them the edge. "One of us won't be going back Kratos." Thor said firmly.  

"Won't be going back you say, huh?" Kratos nodded at the terms. "So you've hunted me down...hoping to get the jump on me." 

Thor's grip on his hammer tightened, lightning crackling along the length of Mjolnir. "That's right," he said, his voice low and thunderous. "I'm here to end this once and for all." 

Kratos remained silent, his expression stoic as he weighed his options. He knew that he was powerful, but Thor was no fool. The God of Thunder had faced countless foes and come out victorious each time.

Kratos bristled at the mention of Odin and the score that stood between them. "You speak as if you understand my choices, Thor," he replied, his voice cold. "But you know nothing of what I've been through."

Thor chuckled, his expression arrogant. "I know that you're a monster, Kratos. A killer. A beast that's too dangerous to be left alive."

"Is that what any of you here in Gotham City seen from me? Have you seen this vicious killer that he claims that I am? I'll battle you but get the truths out there Thor. You need me to be evil for your own conscious, but I don't have that problem. So even though you waited me out. I'm going to defeat you once and for all." Kratos shouted at Thor. 

Thor's expression hardened at Kratos's words, his grip on his hammer tightening further. "You're a fool, Kratos," he growled. "You think you're above the crimes you've committed? You've murdered countless people, including gods and mortals alike. You're a dangerous zealot, and you can't deny that."

"I've done what I had to do to survive," Kratos shot back, his own grip on his blade tightening. "I've made sacrifices and taken lives. But I've also shown mercy and compassion where it was deserved. Can you say the same, Thor?"

Thor bristled at Kratos's words, his expression darkening with anger. "You dare to question my honor, Kratos? I am a god, son of Odin, wielder of Mjolnir. I am a defender of the Nine Realms."

"Defender?" Kratos spat, his expression filled with disdain. "You've caused as much destruction and death as I have. You're no better than me, Thor. And you never will be."

Thor's expression grew darker at Kratos's words, his jaw setting. "I'm here to end you once and for all." Thor said, and lightning crackled through the city streets, and boom the thunder rattled buildings. Kratos knew this was going to be a tough fight. 

Thor's expression grew darker at Kratos's words, and he hit him with a bolt of lighting from the hammer. Kratos took the powerful shot. 

Kratos stumbled backwards, the impact of the bolt sending him reeling. But he quickly regained his composure, his expression hardened with determination. "Is that the best you've got?" he taunted, his voice filled with defiance.

Thor's eyes flashed with anger, and he charged at Kratos, Mjolnir held high. The two gods clashed with a thunderous impact, sparks flying as their weapons met. They were evenly matched, their blows powerful and precise, each one determined to prove their superiority.

Batman watched from above, his eyes wide with awe as Thor and Kratos fought. He had never seen power like this before, and he found himself both fascinated and afraid. The clash of gods was something out of legends, and here it was happening in front of him.

Kratos was holding his own against Thor, his movements swift and calculated. But Thor was not to be underestimated, and he fought with the strength and precision of a true god. Their battle raged on, each blow harder and more brutal than the last.

The air was charged with energy, and the very ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet. Batman watched in silence, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how this fight would end. Would Thor prove victorious, or would Kratos emerge as the winner?

Despite Thor's power and skill, Kratos was matching him blow for blow. Their battle was a spectacle to behold, and Batman found himself unable to look away. The two gods fought with an intensity and ferocity that he had never seen before, their every movement full of purpose and lethality.

The fight was taking a toll on both gods. Thor's breaths were coming in ragged gasps, and Kratos had a cut on his right cheek. But neither showed any sign of weakness, their expressions resolute and determined.

As the battle raged on, it became clear that neither god was able to get the upper hand. Thor unleashed a barrage of powerful strikes, but Kratos weathered them with determination and resilience. In return, Kratos delivered his own devastating blows, his moves filled with centuries of battle experience.

It seemed that the fight would go on indefinitely, each god unwilling to yield to the other. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and the sound of clashing weapons, and the very ground beneath them trembled with every strike.

Robin watched them go blow for blow. They were both in fight for their life. Robin had come to like Kratos. He hoped Thor didn't kill him. The battle raged on and more people were trying to watch the warriors battle. 

Harley wanted Kratos to win. She wanted to be taken by him again. She loved it. He'd satisfied her like she'd never experienced before. 

Jason liked them both. He had no idea who to root for. He was just excited to see such an impressive display of warfare. 

Everyone watched with rapt attention as Thor and Kratos continued their brutal battle. 

The two gods were evenly matched, each one's strikes sending out powerful shockwaves that shook the very ground beneath them.

It was clear that this was a fight to the finish, and neither god was willing to back down.Thor finally landed a huge shot on Kratos with Mjolnir. 

The powerful blow sent him soaring through the air and crashing into the ground. Both with major bone jarring impact. Thor moved in quickly intending on killing Kratos. 

Kratos grunted as he hit the ground, the impact jarring his bones. He struggled to stand, his body already bruised and bloodied. Thor saw his chance and moved in for the kill, Mjolnir crackling with electricity.Kratos rolled to the side, barely avoiding Thor's deadly blow. 

He was struggling to keep his balance, and his movements were slow and sluggish. It was clear that he was on the verge of exhaustion.

Thor pressed his advantage, his expression hardening with determination. He was close to finishing this fight, and he wasn't going to let Kratos escape. He lunged at the wounded god, Mjolnir held tightly in his grip.

Kratos stumbled backwards, barely keeping his balance. He was weakened, and Thor was relentless. He could feel the exhaustion settling into his bones, and he knew that he wouldn't last much longer.

Thor raised Mjolnir high, ready to deliver a final blow. Kratos saw the imminent doom and struggled to brace himself, expecting the worst.

But just as Thor was about to bring his weapon down, Batman intervened. He swooped in between them, his cape billowing behind him. He held a hand up to each warrior, stopping them mid-strike.

Thor roared in frustration, Mjolnir crackling in his hand. "What are you doing?" he demanded, glaring at Batman.

Batman's face was stern as he looked at the two gods. "Enough. This fight ends here and now." he said firmly.

Thor's expression darkened, and he clenched his jaw. "You have no say in this, Batman. This is between me and Kratos."

Batman didn't give an inch. "You're causing destruction and endangering innocent lives. This ends now." he said firmly.

The impact was devastating, sending Kratos flying backward once again. He crashed through a glass window, shattering it into pieces. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the city, and people nearby ran for cover.

Batman's eyes widened in alarm as he saw the destruction caused by Thor's strike. "You need to control yourself, Thor," he warned, his voice serious.

"I put my word on this, Batman. I promised my Asgardian family that I'd kill Kratos." Thor said with absolute determination. 

Batman clenched his fist, anger seeping into his voice. "You can't just go around causing destruction and endangering innocent lives, Thor. This has to stop."

"You're asking for more problems if I don't end this now." Thor explained. They're going to send others. Hermes is next. You have to let me finish the job." Thor demanded.

Batman shook his head, his expression firm. "I can't let that happen. We'll find another way to deal with this, but not through senseless violence."

Thor's expression turned to anger, and he took a step toward Batman, Mjolnir raised. "You don't understand what's at stake here. Kratos is a monster, a bringer of destruction. He needs to be stopped, no matter the cost."

Thor raises Mjolnir above his head, channeling lightning into the hammer.

The air around Thor's hammer crackled and sparked as the lightning coursed through Mjolnir.

Kratos readied himself for Thor's onslaught. He could feel the raw power radiating from the hammer, almost as if it were a living thing, eager to unleash its fury. The power of Thor was legendary. Kratos didn't intend on letting Thor claim victory. 

The lightning intensified, surrounding Thor in a blinding aura of power. He stood with his hammer raised, a mighty warrior poised to bring the wrath of the gods down upon Kratos.

Kratos gritted his teeth, his grip on the Leviathan Axe tightening. He could feel the weight of Mjolnir's power in the air, but he was ready. He had faced gods and monsters before.

The hammer narrowly missed Kratos, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact that shook the very foundation beneath them.

Thor took another step forward, lightning crackling through his veins. "You're standing between me and justice. I have to end this, and I won't let you stop me."

Batman clenched his jaw, his hand moving to his utility belt. "I won't let you hurt anyone else, Thor. You need to calm down and think. There's a better way to handle this."

Thor's eyes glowed with anger as he saw Batman reaching for his weapons. "You fool. You cannot stand in my way." he said, his voice filled with menace.

Batman pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it at Thor's feet. The bomb exploded, filling the area with thick clouds of smoke. Batman took advantage of the cover and lunged forward, aiming a punch at Thor's head.

Thor was taken aback by the attack, the punch catching him off guard. The blow landed, and he stumbled backwards, momentarily dazed. The smoke slowly cleared, revealing Batman standing before him, his fists clenched.

"I don't want to fight you, Thor," Batman said, his voice steady. "But I won't let you cause any more harm. You need to stand down and listen to me."

Thor rubbed his head, the dizziness from Batman's blow slowly fading. "I can't stand down. I made a promise." he said, his voice filled with conviction. 

Batman held up a hand, trying to reason with him. "Thor, I know this is important to you, but there has to be a better way. More violence isn't going to solve anything."

Thor gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. "You don't understand. Kratos is a monster, and he needs to be stopped. I have to do this, no matter the cost."

Batman's expression softened slightly, his voice taking on a gentler tone. "I understand your anger and your desire for justice. But this is not the way. We can find a peaceful solution, one that doesn't involve causing destruction."

Thor's eyes softened, and he took a deep breath. For a moment, it seemed like he was actually considering Batman's words. But then his expression hardened again, and he clenched his jaw. "I can't let him go. I made a promise. I will slay Kratos myself."

Batman clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. "Thor, please listen to me. This can't be the only way. Lives are at stake here. Innocent people could be hurt."

Thor looked away, his gaze shifting to where Kratos was lying. The wounded god was struggling to stand, his hand clenched tightly around his sword. His body was battered and bruised, but his expression was defiant.

"Look at him," Thor said, gesturing toward Kratos. "He's a monster, a killer. He doesn't deserve any mercy."

Batman followed Thor's gaze, his expression serious. "I won't deny that he's dangerous, but that doesn't give you the right to kill him."

"He took everything from me!" Thor roared, his voice filled with pain and anger. "My family, my home, everything I hold dear."

Batman nodded, his expression sympathetic. "I understand that you're hurting. I can't even begin to imagine the pain you're going through right now, but it's not an excuse to cause more harm."

Thor grunted, his expression softening slightly. "You don't understand. You don't know what it's like to lose everything. To feel the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. To watch as your world crumbles around you."

Batman stepped closer, his voice sincere. "I may not have experienced the same losses you have, but that doesn't mean I don't understand pain and grief. I've lost people close to me, and I've felt the same anger and despair that you're feeling right now."

Thor's pain and misery had brought on the perfect storm within the city's dark atmosphere. The bright strike hit Mjolnir the powerful surge of energy created a force of rejuvenation. Restoring Thor's health, Stamina, and energy.

Batman watched in complete amazement. 

8

Kratos felt a wave of new strength wash over him, fueled by the dark powers he had only recently come into possession of. He stood up, his wounds miraculously healing, his strength returning.

Both Batman and Thor looked at him in surprise. This was not a development either of them expected. "What have you allowed to happen here, Batman." Thor said firmly. 

Batman's eyes widened as he saw the transformation happening right before him. "What is this?" he asked.

Thor's expression hardened, his grip on Mjolnir tightening even further. "It's the dark powers he's carrying, feeding on his anger and pain. They're consuming him."

Batman's eyes narrowed as he studied Kratos, wary of this new power that had filled him so swiftly. "What's happening to him?" he asked, his voice tense.

Thor gritted his teeth, his grip on Mjolnir tightening. "The dark powers he's carrying...they're fueling him. You're going to have to let me conquer him." Thor leveled with him.

Kratos let out a guttural groan, his eyes glowing a deep red as the power inside him reached its boiling point. Batman watched warily as Kratos's transformation continued, his body growing larger and more muscular with every passing moment.

As Batman considered Thor's words, Kratos's body began to transform, his muscles swelling and his skin darkening. 

It seemed as though the power within him was growing by the second, consuming him from within. 

Damian Wayne approached Thor. "What are you doing to him you son of a bitch."

Thor looked at Kratos and then at Robin. "I'm not doing anything to him." 

"Batman, you've got to do something." Robin said. "We've got to help him." 

"Not necessarily, Robin." Batman said. "We might need to see where this goes."

Thor charges in on Kratos with Mjolnir crackling and drawn back...ready to strike vengeance in his heart. 

"Yes"..Kratos roared, as he readied himself for the strike. Mjolnir came down hitting Kratos in the chest. 

He knocked various spirits out of his body. His command of lightning saw him electrifying Kratos with powerful strike. Surprisingly Kratos absorbed the shot. 

Thor took a step back, and the Blade of Olympus narrowly missed his face. He knew Kratos was determined to kill him, but the feeling was mutual. Thor hit him again with Mjolnir sending him sprawling backward on the ground. 

As Kratos got back to his feet, he could feel his entire body shaking with anger and power. He gritted his teeth, his muscles rippling with newly-formed might.

Kratos grabbed Thor by the throat, and he squeezed him, as he began to rip his Godly powers from his body. 

Kratos's body glowed with an otherworldly light as he absorbed the powers of Thor, his eyes ablaze with an almost feral intensity.

Thor's strength was diminishing, his own power being drained away, and he could feel it slipping away from him. "No," he gasped, his voice weakening.

Kratos's grip on Thor tightened as he continued to draw out the last remnants of his powers.

Batman stood there, unsure of what to do as the situation spiraled out of control. This wasn't a fight for justice or righteousness. This was a battle for pure, unrelenting power.

"You may have defeated me." Thor could feel his his Godly powers evaporatorating his strength second by second. 

"I'm glad that you see the inevitable." Kratos chuckled. Both men using all their might, but Thor was becoming increasingly weaker as he was losing traction in the fight.

The Penguin showed up watching the fight unfold.  He remembered his run in with Kratos. Now, he was on his way to defeating Thor. Kratos lost his grip on Thor, when the thunder rattled him to the core of his existence.  With a quick and destructive swing upward Mjolnir cracked Kratos under his chin. 

Kratos stumbled backward, momentarily shocked by the force of Thor's counterattack. The sound of Mjolnir's impact rang in his ears, a reminder of the raw power Thor possessed.

Penguin watched from a distance, his eyes wide with a mix of fascination and apprehension. He had witnessed firsthand Kratos's abilities, and now he saw him shaken by Thor's mighty blow.

Kratos shook his head, dazed for a moment before regaining his bearings. His eyes gleamed with renewed determination as he locked gazes with Thor. He had underestimated his opponent, but he was far from defeated.

The two badly damaged fighters locked into a heated battle with some destructive power on their shots. Thor charged with Mjolnir crackling in his hand. Kratos lifted the Blades of Chaos. When the two entities came together the force of impact stopped time. 

Windows blew out of buildings, and some buildings collapsed as their foundation beneath gave in. The shockwaves pushed trees back, made the river momentarily flow the opposite direction, left the two warriors on the ground.  Though they tried, neither of these two Gods were able to recover. 

Batman and Robin stood back, watching in horror at the destruction around them. The two gods had unleashed a terrifying amount of power, shaking the very city they were battling in. Buildings crumbled, windows shattered, and cars were thrown through the air like toys. It was a scene of utter devastation.

Batman and Robin approached cautiously, careful not to step in the debris. Thor coughed, struggling to speak. "This... wasn't supposed to happen." he said, his voice rough and hoarse.

"That's what two evenly matched fighters look like." Robin said. 

Jason was unsure how to explain what he'd just  witnessed. "That was...huh...I don't know,  amazing?" 

"Yes, it was impressive." Batman said. 

"What are we going to do with them?" Robin asked. 

Batman turned to look at Robin. "We'll have to keep an eye on them. We don't know what kind of they may still have, or who might be searching for them."

"We can't just leave them alone," Jason added.

"No, we can't. We'll need to keep a close eye on them and make sure they don't do anything dangerous."

"Should we take them to the cave?" Jason asked.

Batman nodded. "Yes, that's a good idea. We can keep them contained there while we figure out what to do."

Batman and Robin approached cautiously, careful not to step in the debris. Thor coughed, struggling to speak. "This... wasn't supposed to happen." he said, his voice rough and hoarse.

The two of them managed to drag Thor and Kratos through the ravaged streets of Gotham. It was slow going, but eventually they made it to the Batcave, where they laid the two gods on makeshift cots.

Batman and Robin stood back, watching over the two unconscious figures. They had so many questions, but they'd have to wait until they woke up.

"What do we do now?" Robin asked, his voice hushed.

Batman's expression was grim. "We wait for them to wake up."

The Batcave was oddly quiet, the only noise coming from the hum of the machines and the occasional beeping of monitors. 

Batman stood by the consoles, his eyes fixed on the two figures lying in the makeshift cots. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do next.

Robin stood nearby, his arms crossed as he watched over the slumbering gods. He was visibly uneasy, the aftermath of the battle still fresh in his mind.

"What are we going to do with them, Batman?" Robin asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Batman didn't respond immediately, his gaze still fixated on the unconscious figures. "We'll have to wait until they wake up," he finally said, his voice carrying a hint of contemplation.

Robin nodded, his unease growing. "And then what?" he inquired.

Red Hood showed up behind Batman and Robin. He was escorted into the Batcave by Alfred. 

As Alfred led Red Hood into the cave, Batman's eyes flashed with both relief and tension. He was relieved to see Red Hood's appearance, and he knew that they might need a few more men, but there was nobody else.  

Red Hood's expression was stoic, his eyes darting around the Batcave. He nodded curtly at Batman and Robin, acknowledging their presence without saying a word.

Alfred stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold with his usual professionalism.

"We have one helluva situation before us here, gentlemen." Batman said without confidence. 

Red Hood leaned against the nearest wall, his arms crossed in a casual pose that failed to mask his underlying tension. "Understatement of the year, Bats," he quipped, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Robin couldn't suppress an eye roll, annoyed by Red Hood's nonchalant attitude. "Do you ever take anything seriously?" he retorted.

Red Hood stepped up to him. "I didn't invite them here." 

Robin's face tightened. "I'm well aware." he replied curtly, his irritation towards Red Hood evident.

"Do you have a problem with me or something?" Red Hood asked. He was not backing down from Damian, despite the improvement in Robin's fighting abilities. 

Robin met Red Hood's gaze, his annoyance clear. "Let's just say your lack of discipline and disregard for the rules doesn't exactly endear you to me." he retorted, his voice tinged with contempt.

"Anything you need to settle with me, we can settle right now." Red Hood said. 

Robin took a step forward, his young face hardening with defiance. "Don't tempt me." he replied through gritted teeth. 

Batman watched the exchange between them, his expression unreadable. He knew the tension between Red Hood and Robin had been growing, but he hoped it wouldn't come to blows.

Red Hood stepped back, his body language signaling acquiescence, albeit begrudgingly. "Fine. But this conversation isn't over," he said, his gaze still fixed on Robin for a moment before shifting to Batman.

Robin's expression softened slightly, his own pent-up frustration slowly subsiding. "Agreed." he muttered, reluctantly backing down.

The tension in the cave eased somewhat, but the underlying strain between Red Hood and Robin remained palpable. They may have set aside their differences for now, but it was clear that they still had their grievances.

Batman turned his attention back to the unconscious figures, his mind racing with questions and concerns.

"We need to figure out what to do with them." Batman said, his voice taking on a serious tone.

Red Hood leaned against a console, folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, and that's assuming they wake up at all." he added, his gaze fixed on Kratos and Thor's motionless forms.

"That must've been one brutal fight." Alfred said. 

Batman looked over his shoulder at Alfred, his expression thoughtful. "Indeed. The power they wielded was nothing short of legendary." he mused, his gaze drifting back to Kratos and Thor.

"Who knows what lingering effects that power could have on them?" Red Hood interjected, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.

Batman nodded, acknowledging the validity of Red Hood's concern. "It's something we need to consider. We don't know how long they'll remain unconscious, or what state they'll be in when they finally wake up."

"Not to mention the possibility of them waking up... changed." Robin chimed in, his young face betraying a hint of worry.

The cave fell silent for a moment as they all considered Robin's words. It was an unsettling thought, that these powerful gods could rise from their slumber altered in some way, no longer the beings they once were.

Batman sighed, his expression growing even more somber. "We can't rule that possibility out. We'll have to monitor them closely for any changes in behavior or demeanor."

"Master Bruce, how were they able to get here to Gotham City?" 

"Some sort of portal between realms." Batman replied. 

Alfred nodded. 

Red Hood pushed himself off the console and walked over to Thor, studying his face intently. "Assuming they do wake up... what then?"

Batman didn't have an answer ready. He knew they couldn't simply let them loose, not with the kind of power they wielded. But at the same time, the idea of confining gods against their will, even temporarily, was fraught with moral and ethical dilemmas.

"We have to tread carefully," Batman said, his voice heavy with the weight of responsibility. "They're divine beings, and we don't fully understand the implications of containing them."

Red Hood let out a derisive snort. "You're not seriously considering letting them go, are you? We've seen firsthand the sort of destruction they're capable of."

Red Hood's expression darkened. "And risk them going on a rampage, destroying everything in their path? We can't let that happen, Bats."

Batman let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I know, but what choice do we have? We can't exactly keep gods locked up indefinitely either."

"Kratos walked around the city for days, and Thor is not known for his being a violent God, despite his powers of unknown proportions." Robin explained. "I don't think they'll coincide, but separated they'll remain calm and cordial." 

Red Hood huffed. "You're putting a lot of faith in that theory."

Batman looked at Thor again, his gaze intent. "You may be right about Thor, at least from what we've seen of him so far. 

However, Kratos is another story altogether. We can't underestimate his capacity for destruction."

"Are you serious?" Robin asked. "Kratos had been here in Gotham City, and he hadn't caused any issues." 

"You heard Thor say the man murdered his family, and Kratos killed his own family. So you can see that he's capable of such things." Batman said. 

"Yes...that's true, we don't know what happened in another realm." Jason said. 

"We can't exactly put them on trial here." Alfred said. "We have no right to decide the fate of either one of them." 

They all looked at Kratos for a few moments. His muscles were tensed even while unconscious. 

Red Hood shook his head. "He's a walking cataclysm, and you want to let him loose in Gotham?"

"We let you walk around, don't we?" Robin replied. 

Red Hood shot him a glare. "Thanks, kid. That makes me feel better."

Batman pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. "Enough. Both of you."

Batman knew that there was no time for Damian and Jason's brotherly feud. They were in possession of two gods from different mythological worlds. 

9

Across Gotham City there was another extremely loud bang. The same cannon blast sound that was the two realms opening up. 

The sound of the blast could even be heard from within the Batcave, and the team was still discussing what they'd do about the two gods they had in the cell blocks on cots. 

Batman and the others froze, exchanging concerned looks. 

"That sounded awfully close," Red Hood murmured, his hand instinctively reaching for his holstered Glock.

"I'll check the surveillance system," Batman said, already moving toward the console. Alfred followed close behind. 

Red Hood and Robin watched as Batman and Alfred tapped away at the computer screens, pulling up CCTV footage and news reports from all over the city.

"There's some major disturbance happening at the city entrance," Batman said through gritted teeth. "Preliminary reports indicate...a Spartan warrior roaming the streets of Gotham City."

"Oh shit...not another one." Red hood said. 

The rest of the team moved closer, trying to get a better look at the console screens. The video feed from the CCTV cameras showed chaos outside of the city, with people running panicked in the streets.

Then the team saw the massive giant of a man coming at the crowd. Not violently, but they ran from him in fear.

Batman's expression turned grim as he watched Zeus, the King of the Gods, stride through the city with an air of authority. "This complicates things even more than they already were."

Red Hood scoffed. "You can say that again. Now we've got a literal god of gods wandering around Gotham. Just what we needed."

"We have to stop him before he causes any more chaos," Batman said firmly.

Alfred nodded. "But how? Master Bruce, he's a god. Our usual methods may not be effective against him."

Red Hood gave a humorless chuckle. "Yeah, like throwing a batarang at him will do anything." 

Batman turned to him, a stern expression on his face. "Don't underestimate us, Red Hood. We've dealt with gods and monsters before."

"Fair point." Red Hood conceded. "But none quite like this one, don't ya think?"

Batman didn't respond, his attention now focused on formulating a plan.

"We should split up," Batman finally said after a few moments of thoughtfulness. "Divide and conquer. You take the north side. I'll take the east."

"What about me?" Robin asked.

Batman's gaze softened as he looked at Robin. "You're with me, Robin."

Red Hood smirked. "I get to handle all the fun, huh?"

"I've got your back." Alfred said, as he slapped a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

Batman nodded at Alfred in appreciation. "Be careful out there."

Red Hood gave a confident smirk. "You know me, Bats. I'm always careful. Careful enough to have fun, that is."

The others nodded in agreement. 

Batman turned to everyone. "Radio in your progress. But remember, our aim is to subdue Zeus, not kill him. We need to talk to him, find out what he's doing here and what he wants."

"Roger that, boss." Red Hood said, pulling on his red helmet.

Batman nodded, the same grim expression plastered on his face. "Be careful. Zeus is immensely powerful. We can't underestimate or provoke him."

"Gotcha. I'll keep my sass in check." Red Hood quipped. 

Batman's lips twitched into a faint, almost imperceptible smile. 

"That's a tall order."

Red Hood chuckled. "I'll do my best, Bats. No promises, though."

Batman's smile disappeared as he got his game face back on. "Let's move out."

They all dispersed, Batman and Robin heading for the east side while Red Hood headed for the north. 

Alfred stayed behind to monitor things at the cave and keep watch over Kratos and Thor. Red Hood assured him that he'd be able to go at it alone. "We're not gonna provoke him, Alfred. So I should be alright." 

In the Batwing: 

Batman flew the Batwing through the Gotham skyline, heading for the last known location of Zeus. Robin sat next to him, his eyes scanning the city below, looking for any signs of the towering god. 

"Any sign of him yet?" Batman asked.

"Yep...that's a big ten-four." Red Hood said. "Now...he sees me." 

Batman's attention was drawn to Red Hood's voice over the comms. 

"Red Hood, I thought I told you not to provoke him." Batman said, the warning tone in his voice clear.

"I didn't...Bats." Red Hood said. "Nor am I going to. This guy is the biggest son of a bitch that I've ever seen." 

"Oops, sorry, Bats. Just slipped out." Red Hood replied, a hint of cheekiness in his voice. "He's...heading my way."

"Are you the ruler of this kingdom?" Zeus asked. 

Red Hood rolled his eyes, his hand hovering over his holstered Glock. "You could say that." he said, trying to keep the situation under control. "Who's asking?"

"The Intergalactic Council of Gods." Zeus answered. 

Red Hood raised an eyebrow at that. "Intergalactic council of gods...that's a thing, huh? Can't say I've heard of it before."

"No...I'm sure you never would have either." Zeus responded immediately. 

Red Hood's expression turned serious. "Look, pal. We've got a situation going on here, and I don't have patience for cosmic mumbo jumbo. You're obviously not from here. What do you want?"

"I'm here to collect two men who must be ruled in good standing with the council. One Thor Odinson and two Kratos. The penalty is...crossing the realms unnecessarily." Zeus answered. 

Red Hood stifled a chuckle, trying to keep a straight face. "You're kidding, right? You're here to take two gods back to your little council for a timeout?"

"I am not of a humorous nature." Zeus responded in that deep baritone. 

Batman joined the conversation over the comms. "Red Hood. Stay calm. Remember the plan."

"I am calm, Bats." Red Hood replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "Just having a lovely chit-chat with this...Zeus fellow. Not every day you meet a god in Gotham, you know?"

"Where are my men? Your God of this realm is an understanding God, but his wrath is like that of which you've never witnessed. Nor do I hope that you're future holds such an event, but I don't want to extend this visit any longer than we must." Zeus said, his voice seemed to have it's own amplifier. 

Red Hood clenched his fist, fighting the urge to respond with a smartass remark. "Yeah? Well, we've had our share of wrathful gods here in Gotham. We'll handle things just fine, buddy."

Red Hood clenched his fist, fighting the urge to respond with a smartass remark. "Yeah? Well, we've had our share of wrathful gods here in Gotham. We'll handle things just fine, buddy."

"Is this a refusal to hand over my two gods?" Zeus asked. His face no longer stoic, but that look replaced with the look of frustration. 

Red Hood's expression hardened. He could sense the tension rising. "Not a refusal. Just a request for some patience. We don't exactly hand over individuals to random gods who show up unannounced."

"I was really hoping for a more diplomatic approach to the problem." Zeus said. 

Zeus lifts Red Hood off the ground without even touching him. Then he brought him eye level. "Look into my eyes." Zeus said firmly. His voice was one of absolute authority. His eyes burned with fire and he didn't blink. "Look at me, Jason." 

Inside his eyes Jason saw how Zeus would kill him in a compilation that horrified Red Hood, who he already knew as Jason. He released Red Hood by sitting him down right where he'd been. His feet gently touch down on the sidewalk. 

"I was really hoping for a more diplomatic approach to the problem." Zeus said. 

Zeus lifts Red Hood off the ground without even touching him. Then he brought him eye level. "Look into my eyes." Zeus said firmly. His voice was one of absolute authority. His eyes burned with fire and he didn't blink. "Look at me, Jason." 

Inside his eyes Jason saw how Zeus would kill him in a compilation that horrified Red Hood, who he already knew as Jason. He released Red Hood by sitting him down right where he'd been. His feet gently touch down on the sidewalk. 

Red Hood's expression shifted from defiance to utter disbelief and horror. The visions he saw in Zeus's eyes shook him to his core. He had encountered many horrors in his life, but this was on a completely different level.

He stumbled backwards, a mixture of fear and awe etched on his face.

"Where are my men, Mr. Todd?" 

Red Hood opened his mouth to respond, but his words were caught in his throat. He was still trying to process the horrors he'd just witnessed in Zeus's eyes. 

Batman's voice crackled through the communicator. "Jason, are you alright?"

Red Hood took a deep breath to compose himself, trying to shake off the lingering fear.

"Yeah..." he managed to say, his voice somewhat shaky. "I'm fine, Bats. But we've got a serious problem here."

"Talk to me." Batman said.

Red Hood looked up at Zeus, his eyes still wide with disbelief. "This guy is the real deal, Bats. He just showed me things...things I can't even begin to describe. He's got some messed up stuff going on in his head."

"I don't wish to carry out any of those methods of your demise, but you're one man. That will hardly disrupt the flow of of the day to day operations." Zeus said. 

Red Hood felt a surge of anger at that. He was used to being underestimated, but being dismissed by a god was a new low. He was about to snap back with a sharp retort when Batman's voice sounded over the comms again.

"Stay calm, Red Hood. Don't provoke him further." Batman warned.

"Where are my men, now?" Zeus roared and it reverberated through the air like thunder. A car behind him exploded. 

Red Hood jolted at the sound, the explosion a reminder of the power Zeus had at his disposal. He took a deep breath and forced himself to remain calm.

"Look, Zeus," he started, his voice steady. "We're not trying to disrespect you or your council, but we can't just hand over Thor and Kratos without understanding the situation better."

"You had the chance to inquire about those details, and you didn't listen when I told you what they've done. "They unnecessarily cross the barrier. They engaged in combat among morals. The council will hear their case and rule on their status of Gods. If guilt is found.…The powers will be removed." Zeus responded. 

Red Hood's expression hardened. The thought of Thor losing his powers, of Kratos being stripped of his godhood, didn't sit well with him. But he knew they had to proceed cautiously.

"Alright then." he responded, trying to keep his voice steady. "We'll cooperate. But on one condition." 

Zeus growled in frustration. He would've already gone through Red Hood and got the two men. But with the two being unconscious and inside a cave, it hid their location from Zeus' omniscience ability.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone, but I have the power to resurrect, I've got the powers to heal, and if there were any chance of somebody being hurt, you my boy have proved they will not. Because you definitely would've already been in that state." Zeus answered. 

Red Hood clenched his fists, trying to control his anger. He knew that Zeus's powers far exceeded anything he could even begin to imagine.

"Fine." he said curtly. "We'll take you to them. But we do this our way, understood?"

"Are you really as Foolish as you put on?" Zeus asked. "This whole deal with you has been an act, correct?" 

Red Hood gritted his teeth, hating that this god could so easily see through his act.

"Gotham is under the rule of Batman." he muttered grudgingly.

"Where is this Batman? I don't wish to just extract my men without verbal communication beforehand, when that's made possible." Zeus explained. 

Red Hood felt a sense of unease at the thought of bringing Zeus to Batman. But he knew they had no choice.

"Follow me." he muttered, motioning Zeus to follow him.

They walked in silence through the streets of Gotham. Red Hood was acutely aware of the stares they were probably attracting, but he kept moving forward, leading Zeus towards the Batcave.

The damage on the buildings was restoring itself as they walked the decimated streets. It was like magic. 

Red Hood couldn't help but notice the buildings healing as they walked. The sight was both awe-inspiring and unnerving.

"Nice trick." he muttered, trying to sound unimpressed.

"I'm not a Jester...I don't do tricks." Zeus responded immediately. 

Red Hood rolled his eyes, regretting his choice of words.

"Right." he replied, the sarcasm evident in his voice. 

They continued walking. Soon the Batcave came into view in the distance.

Zeus knew that the two men were inside the cave. "How did you get my men inside that cave?" 

Red Hood's mind raced, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't reveal too much.

“We, uh… we transported them there.” he said, hoping Zeus wouldn't pry further.

Zeus looked at Hood, his face showed that he was amused. "You used a portal to bring them there, didn't you?"

He hoped not to have to answer, and with a little luck Batman would come on out and take over. Instead it was Damian. 

"Wow...he is one huge man, huh?" 

Zeus looked at Jason."This isn't Batman, are you playing with me again, you ole Jester?" 

Red Hood let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm not playing with you. That's Batman."

He pointed towards a shadowy figure standing at the entrance of the Batcave.

"Batman...Step forward, I wish to speak with you." 

Batman stepped out of the shadows, his gaze locked onto Zeus. He was tense and guarded, clearly wary of the powerful deity standing before him.

"Batman...I'm here to get Thor Odinson and Kratos.  They must stand before the Council for unnecessarily crossing the realms. We sincerely regret any damage that they might have cause across all levels of your civilization." 

"No more damage. We will leave from right here." Zeus answered. "They will both be put before the council for the damage they have cause your kingdom. As Gods they showed poor judgement and they showed no regard for the mortals and rules in place to protect your civilization." Zeus explained. "They'll be judged fairly by the Gods who make the council." 

Batman nodded, his eyes never leaving Zeus. He could sense the raw power radiating off the god, but there was something else too - a sense of honesty in his words.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Zeus." He said, his voice calm and composed. "I'll make sure both of them are prepared to go with you."

Batman returned with two gods, one on each side of him. They both walked out willingly,  knowing Zeus would easily stop any resistance they would put up. That was one God sent to take two back. Batman knew there were levels involved. "Thank you, Batman." 

Alfred walked up to the group of men. "I wanted to meet a god. The God of Olympus." He extended his hand. Zeus reached down shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you Alfred. Batman...you've got a very noble one here...this Alfred." 

Batman was surprised by Zeus' politeness and genuine tone of respect for Alfred. 

"Yes, I do." he responded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Alfred is more than just my butler; he's family."

Zeus looked at Jason and Damian. "Good luck with these two, Batman." 

Batman let out a small chuckle, appreciating the sentiment. He knew full well the challenges he faced with his 'children'.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeus. They can be a handful at times, but they are both capable in their own ways."

Zeus waived his hand opening a portal, and three gods walked out of Gotham City into a distant realm. A different version of Earth. The era was history to the humans of the world. They became a little more than that to the Batfamily.