*SNIFF'S*

*HAAAH!!!*

Just another day in the trenches…..Nah, I’m just kidding, I am still at the hospital but there's something different about today.

My time in therapy was a whole lot of crap, the nurses kept praising me with smiles on their faces each time I took a step while leaning on the wooden bars as support, treating me like a toddler who'd just started learning to walk and bribing the poor child with lollipops if it could walk up to the destined point.

*Sigh*

Yes their smiles served as a motivation to do better but I was a bit recessive. I couldn't bear it anymore. I know this will be my last session but the hospital's air was kind of sickening. I need some fresh air and a hearty meal as soon as I can.

"Okay that's enough for today," I heard the voice of the fitness nurse director which snapped me out from my thoughts.

Swiveling to my left, I saw my nurse, Lillian, standing by the door with a small smile on her face before she told me to freshen up and gave me the good news that I'll be discharged soon.

"About time."

One thing I know about the DC verse is that it's a place where shit just happens, one minute you could be going on about your normal day and the next… Boom! A villain could just pop outta nowhere and run your fade.

Too bad I just happen to wake up in a universe filled with people who sees it as a normal thing around here, luckily there are people who call themselves heroes and are willing to stop such villians.

I was never an avid fan of heroes and heroic fictional works in my previous life but if I was, I'll say the Flash would have been my favorite. I remember watching the DCW Flash series, yeah…I watched that and I swear that boy experienced more pain than most DC heroes I knew of.

This guy's mom was killed by the Reverse Flash - DC's most notorious opp - and his dad sent to jail for her murder while he was a kid.

After spending years in jail his dad was finally released when he was proven innocent and then killed in front of his very own eyes by Zoom.

Damn...Ain't that just diabolical.

Anyway, the hour had eventually come and I was discharged immediately after signing the discharge papers. I hitched a ride home with Dr. Walter who offered to be of help to me in any way he could.

He also told me about my family's lawyer who will be paying me a visit in a few hours, telling me I just have to sign some documents so my family's inheritance will be mine. From the looks of it that won't be much as the house seemed like a normal home unlike my actual dad's mansion in my previous world.

It turns out that this dad isn't as rich as he was in my previous world. On seeing the family photos and portraits on the wall I muttered to myself, "They must have been one hell of a happy family."

*Growl*

A sound coming from my stomach accompanied with slight vibrations, signaling me to pay my dues. It's been a while I felt this sensation, I've almost forgotten what it felt like to be hungry.

I walked up to the fridge and… God!

I almost puked whatever remains were in my belly from the hospital. The groceries had gone bad, like really bad and now I have to clean it up. Sigh!

[4 hours later]

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*Ugh* I had finished cleaning.

'Finally'… I sighed with relief as I sank into my black cozy couch.

Who knew cleaning could be so much of a drag. Being a rich kid in my previous life, we had cleaners and I saw it as a lazy job that just had to be done but no, if I could go back I'll definitely give the maids and gardeners a raise.

I know I should be resting being that I just arrived from the hospital but I feel completely fine. I can't just lay here in sweats, "I have to freshen up."

*Ding-dong*

The doorbell rang immediately as I got out of my chill and refreshing bath.

"Who's there?" I asked while spying through the peephole on the door as I saw a man wearing a gray suit with black tie, holding a briefcase.

He identified himself as our family's lawyer. 'Right. Doc told me to expect his arrival.' I thought. I didn't have much dealings with lawyers in my past life but I knew what to expect and watch out for.

After carefully reading the documents he brought along with him, I signed them and my family's inheritance is now mine. The bank accounts of my parents and siblings will be closed and the money sent to my account. Meaning I have enough to live by for a while but I'd ultimately need to get a source of income.

"Okay it's all done, remember to call me if you need my assistance with anything." Said my lawyer as he extended his hand to give me his card, escorted by a hand shake, before taking his leave.

*GROWL*

Fuck, I almost forgot I was hungry.

I was exhausted, famished and dehydrated but I decided to just wing it, coming to the conclusion that I needed to grab a bite and I big one at that.

During my trip from the hospital Walter drove passed an eatery called Big Belly Burger, don't get me wrong but the name of that restaurant and the thought of such burgers along with fries and a chilled milkshake had my mouth watering and salivating to this delicacy.

I needed a change of clothes which led me to my doppelganger's wardrobe and yeah, I gotta say I was impressed. It seems we've got style and a good fashion sense no matter the universe we are located in.

I threw on a black jean followed by a grey hoodie against the chilly evening, then topped the outfit with some basic Vans.

Taking my wallet containing my credit card as I ventured into the night, boarding a taxi which took me to an ATM near the restaurant.

Turns out my pin was the last digits of my dad's contact line over here, typical me.

I entered the restaurant, walking directly to the counter to place my order as I observed everyone. Don't know what I was expecting but everyone on here looked…normal(boring).

"Maybe I'm the one who looks like the villain?'' I whispered to myself.

A chuckle from the girl at counter drew my attention, making me turn to look at her, lifting a brow as I noticed she was giving me an apologetic look yet was trying to stop herself from laughing with a hand across her mouth.

I wondered why she laughed, so I just had to ask the question…

"Uhm, excuse me miss. Do I have something on my face that has you laughing?"

"Nothing sir. I just happened to overhear you, also your hair dye is catching."

"Oh, okay," I answered with a more relaxed expression on my face but still did not bother correcting her about the second part of sentence.

"Can I take your order?" She asked with a smile on her face. I placed my order then took a seat at a far end corner of the restaurant.

After a short while my order was brought to my table, a big belly burger with fries accompanied by a chill milkshake to wash it all down. This meal has me salivating, well time to dig in.

I savored every bite as compared to my previous life my dad rebuked me from eating such meals. Oh, all the things I missed out on just for an inane body and mental health.

Well being as it may, I've started a new life and I'm going to enjoy every bit of it. A life filled with excitement and thrills. It would be like my very own reality TV, watching heroes and villains go to slam town.

A life where I'd feel the kind of adrenaline rush I've never felt before, all while staying away from unnecessary stress and commitments.

Looking at the TV screen it came to my notice that there was news about the Joker escaping from Arkham Asylum and also news about a very expensive diamond stolen from a museum without any trace or evidence except frozen lasers and frozen locks with the ice reading at a temperature of absolute zero.

I didn't need anyone's help before figuring out that it was the work of Captain Cold and thank God I wasn't in Gotham, the Joker is way too scary and unpredictable to be in the same city with.

Who knows? He might just wake up one morning and say to himself while having a psychotic look in his eyes, 'Oh, I think I'll spray everyone in Gotham with my Joker gas so everyone would look just like me' . No thanks, I don't wanna be around an unstable lunatic.

I blame Batman though, he knows the Joker will always escape and yet he still decides to take him to the same prison he just broke out from.

It's like they are playing some sick game of tag.

Maybe I'll visit Gotham soon, I might find something amusing over there. Who knows what the future has in store for me over here.

Standing up I signaled the waitress and paid for my meal as I took my leave.

While embarking on a taxi I realized something that hadn't fully registered in my head since I got home.

It's just me, no parents, no siblings, no annoying commitments and if I walk past anyone I'm supposed to know but don't, they'll just take it to be amnesia.

I'd really like to live a very calm and normal life over here because I don't have any responsibilities, I don't have anyone trying to impress or surpass.

It's just me, myself and I, so I am going to live life for myself without being bothered by others. I undeniably need to start going to a gym over here too. God knows I can't bear the sight of this pathetic body structure. It seems staying at the hospital for a while really does a number on one's muscles.

One good thing is, I just happen to live in Central City where everything it's all rainbows and sunshine, where the villians have cute nicknames and lack actual bloodlust or have a raging boner for the resident speedsters. Even if they cook up something to kill civilians, eventually they'll be stopped and sent to Iron Heights by the Flash.

Upon arrival at my doorstep, there's one thing I'm still pondering on even while still on the taxi, which was what DC verse in particular am I currently residing so I'd know just how fucked I actually am.