Training

Angel.

It was the name Angel Breaker used to buy out a bunch of warehouses in Gotham. Vicki Vale had uncovered the unknown buyer but did not have a clue as to who it was. Aaron wanted to keep it that way because those warehouses were now his. Legally speaking, it was ridiculous, but from the mouth of the whore? It was reality.

The warehouse was supposed to be filled with military-grade weapons. Two weeks after the finding of the Chosen One, they would utilize this warehouse to inhabit additional shipments. However, with the sudden collapse of Leviathan, it was wide and empty. It was an exploitable space.

Without Batman and Robin breathing down his neck, he could finally test his limits. He could grasp the power within himself. No staircase, no upper floors, merely a clean slate of concrete and walls.

The Seven Forces of Good and the Seven Forces of Evil. The Seven Harmonious Forces and the Seven Hidden Forces. They were two sides of the same coin, born from the Source, and fonts of untapped potential.

The Speed **** and the Still ****…Aaron could feel his surroundings slowed down. Time was relative to one's motion and he comprehended that concept with incredible ease. Yet when he stepped forward, when he ran, he was not as fast as he wished he could be. It was like there was a barrier preventing him from unlocking his full speed.

'A mental block maybe…?'

He decided to time himself. He brought his phone out, went on the clock app, and started up the stopwatch.

The instant his finger touched the button, he dashed to the other side of the warehouse. It was a hundred foot distance, then another hundred feet back to his phone.

How long did it take?

According to the stopwatch app, not a single millisecond had passed. In Aaron's time, it took nearly a minute before the millisecond count flicked to one.

So how fast was he?

Calculating the time dilation factor, specifically how it took over a minute for a millisecond to pass, Aaron deduced that his speed was astounding…

'Mach 60,000…?' He wasn't sure how to feel about his newfound speed. Running two hundred feet in less than a millisecond was so ridiculous and baffling that he chuckled. He rubbed his palm down his cheek and proceeded to laugh.

'I'm still not even close to the Flash. He can run way, way faster than light. So can Superman and other Kryptonians. I bet Gotham Girl could do it too.'

Three hundred million metres per second. That was his goal.

That was what his instincts–no, the Collective **** was telling him. All this time, all his life, it was the Collective **** subtly guiding his mind. Maybe not for every decision but whenever he needed it, it was there for him.

'It's why I have such a vague understanding of my powers. The Collective **** is flowing through me like a vessel.'

Aaron was uncomfortable by the thought. What exactly were his real thoughts? Was everything he was a byproduct of the Collective ****?

No, it couldn't be. His parental feelings for Chloe, for example, weren't rooted in that instinctual guide. It was…random. Out of character.

Aaron rubbed his hands. "I should be thankful for my gifts…"

While the Collective **** was a reservoir of shared knowledge, experiences, and archetypal symbols that exist in the minds of all living beings, the Black Apple represented the dark side of the collective ****. It was a symbol of hidden desires, forbidden knowledge, and destructive impulses that could corrupt and distort reality. Where the Collective **** served a realm beyond individual consciousness, where thoughts, emotions, and mythic patterns merge and intertwine, the Black Egg of the Anti-Self was that which lay beyond the vast, interconnected psyche.

Another aspect of his powers was the Emotional Spectrum and the Invisible Spectrum. He didn't quite mesh with the spectrums, likely due to his weak grasp on his emotions, though he understood it was connected to the Green Lantern. While Shiva had been giving him a couch blowjob, he had watched a livestream of the brown-haired Green Lantern constructed a supersized baseball glove and felt strangely connected. Brave. Strong.

He presumed that was what it was.

After that, the Life **** and the **** ****, the strangest Forces of them all. He concluded that the Life **** was the source of Poison Ivy's power–of the Green. The life **** was life itself–the ocean and the plants. A wellspring of power embodying concepts such as growth, creation, and the preservation of life. Whenever he walked on a slice of grass, he could feel the support urging forward.

Right now, standing in this warehouse built over the **** of plant life, he felt guilty. He snapped a finger.

Roses started to bloom from the concrete floor. It was an illogical miracle. It was the power of the Life ****. A meaningless, pointless power for now but with training perhaps…perhaps he could bring true miracles to life.

"Maybe I can negotiate with Poison Ivy," Aaron muttered to himself. He was saying it partly because there was truth to her words and also because he wanted to fuck her and Harley in the ass again.

Regardless, he still had more forces to explore, such as the lucrative **** of the Gods. Angels, demons, demigods, this was where their powers were birthed from. Then there was its counterpart: Void Wind. Some considered it to be the domain of humans and the rejections of the divine. A negation of magic and divinity.

He wasn't sure how to wield these powers exactly. He had affirmed this a thousand times, he wasn't a god, he was a citizen of Gotham. His game plan was to understand but avoid it. What if someone sensed his divinity, like Wonder Woman? Zeus existed too, didn't he? The powers of the gods spelled out a future disaster. It was better to remain off the radar.

He suspected his inability to be detected came from the next two forces: the totality of the omniverse, the Dimensional Superstructure, and what lay beyond, the Sixth Note. He could feel its subtle weight on him at all times. He was…invisible to the gods and the Endless. To the Chosen Messenger, the Manhunter.

'I suppose that makes sense, although I get the feeling I can do a lot with this. Like a lot.'

So far, however, his capacity in the two forces were limited. His guide was the Collective ****, which was rather instinctual than instructive. Generally speaking, Aaron could only aimlessly experiment with the Dimensional Superstructure and Sixth Note.

Aaron did suspect this was where magic came into play. From his brief understanding, it was the scraps of reality wielded by those compatible with it. Existences identical to him in nature but utterly microscopic in scope. While magicians could create small miracles, he could warp the very omniverse if he was taught properly.

'Not that I'm going to. It sounds like a headache.'

Seriously, how many multiversal entities had tried to fuck over the multiverse in the past? The Collective **** was implying it was a number deep in the double digits.

Finally, the vaguest and what he considered to be the most useless: Faithfulness and Faithlessness. Aaron felt attached to Faithfulness but he could feel himself to the other. Was it because of him cucking the Fox Family?

'Sorry…'

All in all, the Fourteen Forces of the Omniverse were within his fingers. They merely needed to be understood in digestible bites. If he had fully fused with the Chosen Messenger, then it would be completely different. He would have received an epiphany that let him access and spread these forces like butter on toast.

"I was able to reconstruct my bed once too. I wonder which **** I used for that…"

The more attached and driven he was towards something, the easier it was to achieve. For example, his bed which he had slept on since his teenage days. It meant a lot to him despite its technical insignificance.

"It would have to be the Dimensional Superstructure, right? Whether it was specifically magic or not doesn't matter, it comes from there. If I can recreate the bed, then maybe…"

The schematics of a bed you've slept on for years was buried in your subconscious but not deeply. With a snap of his finger, power rose within him and in a flash of white light…it appeared. His bed. The classic queen-sized mattress along with its wooden headboard and planks.

A smile. "Alright." He clenched his fist a few times and could taste the reality warping energies inside him. "I'm making some progress now. Nothing crazy but it's progress."

He couldn't wield his powers in combat yet. He required practice and combat vital skills. Summoning a bed wasn't going to defeat Bane or Killer Croc.

Time passed and with that time came understanding. Wisdom. For an hour, Aaron sat there and meditated. It was a new phenomena but one he was open to.

The universe around him crinkled. The deeper his focus, the larger the gap of the Collective **** became. It was like trudging through complete darkness and getting your eyes to forcibly adjust.

It was difficult.

Not impossible though.

Finally, he reached a breakthrough. Words rushed into his head, organized and high rather than secretive. He finally understood what exactly these powers were.

Emotional Spectrum and Invisible Spectrum. The Lantern Corps and Ultraviolet Corps.

Speed **** and Still ****.

Life **** and **** ****.

Magic and Void. The Sphere of the Gods and the Void Wind.

Noosphere and Anti-Noosphere. The Collective **** and the Black Apple.

Possibility and Impossibility. The Multiverse, the Fifth Dimension, Imagination and the Dark Multiverse, the Sixth Dimension, the Sixth Note.

Faithfulness and Faithlessness.

Sometimes, these powers of justice and doom overlapped, like with the Black Lantern Corps. There was a mixture of the **** **** within their device of the Emotional Spectrum.

However, there were also joint powers of multiple justices, such as the Sage ****. The Sage **** was a combination of the Speed ****, Emotional Spectrum, and the Noosphere–human thought, human emotions, and reality in motion. Intelligence, telepathy, and telekinesis. That was what the Sage **** was: the power of the super intelligent and telepaths. Gorilla Grodd, Martian Manhunter, and Brianiac, for instance. These mighty individuals were the most powerful conduits of the Sage ****, whether they knew it or not.

Aaron exhaled. 'Magic and Possibility. That's how I've warped reality. It's a combination of those two forces.'

"I wonder then…" Aaron stood up and patted his legs. Generally, when he warped reality (like he did to fix his bed), he required an image. A deep understanding of what he wanted to come into reality. This time, he added words on top of the image. "Make me as fast as the Flash!"