One with all

Location: Gotham City — MC's Home

Oh man, I'm so excited about this. But that's beside the point. The fact that I'm alive means two things. First, nobody knows I'm here. No cosmic beings, no ancient ones, no Odin, no Doctor Fate—pretty much nobody knows I exist. Or maybe everyone knows and just doesn't care that I'm here, which is highly unlikely. But hey, I'm not complaining. The point is—I'm alive.

Now, enough yapping. Time to figure out how my superpowers work. If this is the power I've always wanted, then I'm pretty overpowered. I extend my arm beyond its normal limits, stretching it out, and—yep, it works. Then I try to change my form. Suddenly, I turn into goo. A very tall goo, but goo nonetheless. After a moment of that, I revert back to my human form.

Interesting. This is truly the power I always wanted. The Blacklight Virus… or maybe an upgraded version. Scratch that—it's the Blacklight Virus on steroids. And not just any steroids—the super kind! From what I know about the Blacklight Virus, it grants reactive evolution and the ability to consume others to gain their powers. But this… this one's different.

Anyone I infect, I have perfect control over. And I can copy their powers. How do I know that? I'm not sure. It's like an animal instinct; I just know what I can do and what I can't. My instincts are telling me I can infect anything with biological matter—which means anything alive. Humans, animals, plants, even bacteria. But that's not the limit of my power. I can also control the atoms that make up that biological matter.

Man, I'm going to be so overpowered. I'm basically Doomsday on steroids, with the ability to copy any power I encounter—and give those powers to anyone I infect. The only limitation is… what power I have to give away.

Anyway, enough talking about my powers. Time to get out and explore the city. I've got the memories of where I'm living, but it's better to go out and see for myself. Not like I have anything else to do.

So, I step out of the room. This place is a tiny apartment, with almost no furniture—just a TV, a small kitchen, and not much else.

Goddamn, I'm fucking poor.

But hey, what did I expect? I'm an orphan. My parents—or rather, the parents of this body—died at the hands of a small-time criminal two months ago.

After that, the poor bastard fell into a deep depression.

Welcome to Gotham—the city full of shit and crime. Too many criminals, honestly.

His tone turns dark.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

For me, of course. But it's going to be a nightmare for everyone else.

He heads for the exit door, puts on a jacket, opens it, and steps out, closing it behind him.