(BtVS/Superman/Wonder Woman) Heroes’ Heir
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Notes: Got the idea for this after coming across Action Comics 761. In it
Superman and Wonder Woman end up in Asgard and fight in a war there for a
thousand years before being sent back to the moment they left. Throughout the
story Superman strictly adheres to his no killing rule and is pining for Lois
even a millennium after she would have died.
A thousand years of bloody war against demonic creatures without killing?
Unlikely, but it's Superman so I'll go with it. A thousand years living like a
celibate monk refusing to move on after Lois while fighting an attraction to
Wonder Woman? Don't get me wrong, I like Lois and Clark together, but I'd like
to think Superman would have the inner strength to eventually move beyond
tremendous loss and find some form of happiness.
There was no blinding flash of light, no thunderous crack, no fanfare at all to mark the departure of the two heroes that would be sung of in the halls of Asgard for ages to come. They were simply there one moment and gone the next.
A smile came unbidden to Thor’s face as he remembered the poetry of motion and skill displayed by the Amazon, and the strength and compassion found in the Kryptonian.
A thousand years of war against some of Asgard’s most terrible enemies had changed them little. It had hardened them some certainly, but they never once lost themselves in the bloodshed. Thor could honestly say he liked and respected the heroes.
It made what he had just done all the greater a burden to bear.
“Father?” Magni questioned as he came to stand at Thor’s side.
“I had a vision as Odin brought me back to life,” Thor said as he turned to his son. “A great Crisis befell Midgard long ago. Sometime after Kal-El and Lady Diana joined us here. A Crisis that would have repercussions through all realms of time and space. Even Asgard would not be spared. Given enough time the devastation would reach all the Godly realms.”
“As grave as such a matter may be father, that was not my question,” Magni told him, gesturing to the infant sleeping soundly in Thor’s massive arms.
Thor smiled down at the baby and adjusted its blanket as he answered his son. “They had to return to the moment they left just as they were, that much I saw with certainty. Their memories changed to those in which they did not find comfort and happiness in each other’s arms. To that which a vow never to take even a demonic life was never broken. To that which the choice to return was their own. To fulfill their necessary task it must be as if they never made the journey to Asgard.”
“And their son? Shall he be raised as one of us?”
“No,” Thor said simply. “He shall be sent to Midgard like his parents.”
“What?” Magni exclaimed, clearly shocked by this decision. “The boy is the child of two of Midgard’s most powerful warriors. Such inherent power, even in infancy, would easily be traced by those who would use such power for their own ends.”
“His power shall be bound and the Hellmouth shall cover any lingering trace.”
“Hellmouth?!” Magni spat outraged. “You sentence the boy to death father!”
“Nay,” Thor countered while smirking at his son. “For this child has a destiny as well.”
With all the fanfare that was missing from his parents, the infant boy was surrounded in a blinding light and, with a thunderous crack, was gone.
Thor closed his eyes and spoke softly. “I bid thee to grow strong and brave young Alexander, Protector of Man.”