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The Batman x MHA Deku:

Honestly, All Might isn't entirely sure what he's expecting to see when he comes home that night.

Part of him knows of the young Midoriya's routine by now, so he's expecting that, but as of late, he's also expecting change. The dishes being done, the curtains drawn and the TV playing as the young Deku sits sprawled out on the couch, either half asleep or out cold, a mess of studies for UA around him. But this? No, nothing like this. Nothing ever like this.

Darkness enveloped the living room, save only for the pale glow of moon light streaming in through an open window and at the center, Izuku sat, legs crossed and body lurched forward, silent. Honestly, if not for the fact that he was still breathing, All Might was certain the boy was dead. All Might bites at his bottom lip. He see's something out of the corner of his eye, a figure drenched in darkness and pain and horror, milk white eyes staring down at the boy sitting before, and All Might stiffens up. Was that a villain? A monster? An illusion. He didn't know. All he knew was his son needed him. He'd worry about the bat-like thing when it came down to that.

" Izuku, what did you do? " All Might asks, knowing something had changed. Something was wrong and it sank into his gut, writhing around within him until it had nowhere to go but out.

" There's... a statue... one of you. It's a shrine now, where the names of the dead are inscribed, " Izuku says, lips sticking together as he moves to speak, voice low and colder than ice and frost and snow. " Those names... those names are all that remain of them now, memories and love and warmth taken by monsters. "

" Izuku, what did you do? " All Might asks, closing the distance between them, now knelt down by his son, blue eyes looking into Midoriya's darkened green ones. Deku's mouth opens and closes again, as if unable to find the words he wants to say, before something croaks out in a unfinished and half focused " I... I couldn't take it anymore, All Might. "

" This feeling in me, this anger- I couldn't... " Deku says, head falling down again, looking to the floor. A flash of thunder illuminates the room and All Might sees the blood streaked skin of the boy's hands clearly. Bruised knuckles and anxious fingers grip the ends of the chair's armrests as if he believed, truly believed, if he let go, he'd " I tried holding it back. I grit my teeth, closed my eyes and I looked away, but I can't anymore. "

All Might wants to ask him what Deku means, but he doesn't, another crash of thunder showing him all he needed too.

The still runny blood on his hands and the look of utter catharsis on the boy's grinning face is enough to explain what he meant.

~

Description: One of the many alternate version of Izuku Midoriya / Deku that took part in the war against The One Above All, this Deku's life was fairly similar that of the cannon timeline's counterpart. That is until the incident.

At the age of 8, taken on a field-trip with his friends, his mother brought along with the other parents to keep an eye on their kids, a young Izuku watched on in horror as a villain gunned down his mother, his best friend and many of the innocent people nearby, leaving Izuku alone, covered in blood and scared beyond reason. Although All Might appeared and dealt with the villain, it was too late for any of the people that had been shot.

Taken in by the hero, Izuku would spend the next five years concealing the pain he felt, despite his guardian's attempts to spare Izuku the pain. As his emotions spiraled further into darkness, Izuku began seeing a dark figure appearing. First only out of the corner of his eyes or just before he blinked, but soon, the figure took shape and with it, it's purpose became clear: This... thing, this skeleton demon dressed in the tattered flesh of man sized bat, it was him. It was his phobia of bats and his darkness fused, something to help him.

Alone, with no one left but All Might and this bat creature to keep him from swan diving off and into the depths of insanity, Izuku turned his sadness into anger, into rage. Darkness creeping over him, a choice was made, one that not even All Might could stop from becoming reality. Believing himself capable of becoming a hero, despite lacking a Quirk of his own, Izu began training for the man he would become.

It took time, years of pain and hate and anger, but still he worked. His goal was set, his dream unshakable from it's foundations. He fought, sweat, cried and bled to the point where he could take on evil. And it wasn't just his body he trained, but his mind, ensuring that whatever the challenge, he was ready for it. And one night, it happened. All the training and all the pain had lead him here. A man, abusing his underage daughter, was his target. A man the young vigilante left broken and bleeding and begging for death in the middle of the street.

Bloodied knuckles and broken bones, a hunger for combat swelling in his gut, Deku sat in the dark as he waited for All Might to return home for the day. And as he waited, he questioned what he needed to do. Simply being trained, being hellbent as he was, wasn't enough. He needed something... intangible, elusive, to make those with Quirks understand him. Fear him. Fear the thing he was turning into.

With an outstretched hand and warm eyes that speak of untold regret, the darkness inside him offers Izuku exactly what he needs. A symbol.

" The time has come. "

~

Seeing him like this... seeing Izuku, HER Izuku, slumped over and seething... it's too much.

She steps closer and something in her chest tightens at the sight of green hair matted down by sweat and blood shift. Her red eyes flicker, tears welling up with memory and fog, and Rumi see's the past and present overlap, the young boy she'd met crying on the swings over a decade prior melding with the darkly dressed man with vengeance in his heart, drowning out the last of his warmth.

His form, garbed in a cape as black as sin, flickers between solid and a silhouette as lights come and go. The wall of monitor's in front of him show untold deaths and chaos, legions of criminals and villains running rampant. It's all too much and she's knows it. They know it. And most certainly, Izuku knows it too. His body rises up, tensing and growing harder than steel, and his goal is obvious. Izu spins in place, spitting up blood and eyes narrowed. The others know exactly what he's about to do, but she's the one to stand before him first. She has to be.

" Izu, no, " Rumi says, a hand going to his shoulder, body planted in front of him. His eyes, once so full of warmth, lock with her scarlet orbs and she sees how little light is left within them. is bottom lipcurls into a frown and Deku coldly tells his friend, his lover, the woman who'd been there for him for as long as either of them can remember a simple " Move, Rumi, " eyes then moving aside, past her and past the walls of this safe house. Towards the growing hoard of men and women outside.

" Zuzu, please don't go out there. I know you're angry, that you want to go and help, but you can't. You don't get it- " she says, unknowingly saying the name she'd given him so long ago without thinking. He growls, baring his teeth and Deku turns back to look at her. " No, you don't get it, Rumi! " he nearly screams into her face, though there is no anger at her. No, never at her. Only this rage for those running amuck outside.

" I know what you see when you look at me. What you all see when you look at me. You think I'm just some brat with too much anger and hate in his heart, lashing out against criminals and villains because I need an outlet for this rage. Maybe once that was all I was, but I'm more than that now, " Izuku says, hands gripping his mask tighter and tighter, nearly on the verge of tearing the thing apart in his fury. " When you or Hawks are here, when All Might or Endevour are here, I'm out there, EVERY single night, waiting for them! "

" You may be- " Rumi tries to interject, but Izuku stops her dead, green eyes flickering with light as he cuts her off with a snapping " No! Not "may be", I am! " back to her. Crimson crackling across his skin, the power of One for All clear for all too see " When the punk with a gun or the thug with a knife stops, when they look up and see the sun setting and they feel FEAR, THAT is what I am! "

" Evil doesn't take the night off. Evil doesn't stop because it's tired or bored, " he says, voice growing colder and colder, a sickening kind of resolve and confidence in him, one defiant of everything he'd endured thus far. " Evil doesn't stop if innocent children or a kind old woman are in the way. And neither can I. "

Rumi just stands there as Deku pulls his mask on and back into place, hops atop the hull of his "Batmobile" as Hawks called it and sets himself inside. When it's engine roars and a fiery turbine illuminates the darkness in an aquamarine blue hue as he speeds off, Rumi is left there along with the other injured heroes, the former with nothing but her thoughts.

" Damn. A confident Deku is HOT. "

Now if only she'd managed to not say that out loud.

Description
The Batman x MHA Deku:

Honestly, All Might isn't entirely sure what he's expecting to see when he comes home that night.

Part of him knows of the young Midoriya's routine by now, so he's expecting that, but as of late, he's also expecting change. The dishes being done, the curtains drawn and the TV playing as the young Deku sits sprawled out on the couch, either half asleep or out cold, a mess of studies for UA around him. But this? No, nothing like this. Nothing ever like this.

Darkness enveloped the living room, save only for the pale glow of moon light streaming in through an open window and at the center, Izuku sat, legs crossed and body lurched forward, silent. Honestly, if not for the fact that he was still breathing, All Might was certain the boy was dead. All Might bites at his bottom lip. He see's something out of the corner of his eye, a figure drenched in darkness and pain and horror, milk white eyes staring down at the boy sitting before, and All Might stiffens up. Was that a villain? A monster? An illusion. He didn't know. All he knew was his son needed him. He'd worry about the bat-like thing when it came down to that.

" Izuku, what did you do? " All Might asks, knowing something had changed. Something was wrong and it sank into his gut, writhing around within him until it had nowhere to go but out.

" There's... a statue... one of you. It's a shrine now, where the names of the dead are inscribed, " Izuku says, lips sticking together as he moves to speak, voice low and colder than ice and frost and snow. " Those names... those names are all that remain of them now, memories and love and warmth taken by monsters. "

" Izuku, what did you do? " All Might asks, closing the distance between them, now knelt down by his son, blue eyes looking into Midoriya's darkened green ones. Deku's mouth opens and closes again, as if unable to find the words he wants to say, before something croaks out in a unfinished and half focused " I... I couldn't take it anymore, All Might. "

" This feeling in me, this anger- I couldn't... " Deku says, head falling down again, looking to the floor. A flash of thunder illuminates the room and All Might sees the blood streaked skin of the boy's hands clearly. Bruised knuckles and anxious fingers grip the ends of the chair's armrests as if he believed, truly believed, if he let go, he'd " I tried holding it back. I grit my teeth, closed my eyes and I looked away, but I can't anymore. "

All Might wants to ask him what Deku means, but he doesn't, another crash of thunder showing him all he needed too.

The still runny blood on his hands and the look of utter catharsis on the boy's grinning face is enough to explain what he meant.

~

Description: One of the many alternate version of Izuku Midoriya / Deku that took part in the war against The One Above All, this Deku's life was fairly similar that of the cannon timeline's counterpart. That is until the incident.

At the age of 8, taken on a field-trip with his friends, his mother brought along with the other parents to keep an eye on their kids, a young Izuku watched on in horror as a villain gunned down his mother, his best friend and many of the innocent people nearby, leaving Izuku alone, covered in blood and scared beyond reason. Although All Might appeared and dealt with the villain, it was too late for any of the people that had been shot.

Taken in by the hero, Izuku would spend the next five years concealing the pain he felt, despite his guardian's attempts to spare Izuku the pain. As his emotions spiraled further into darkness, Izuku began seeing a dark figure appearing. First only out of the corner of his eyes or just before he blinked, but soon, the figure took shape and with it, it's purpose became clear: This... thing, this skeleton demon dressed in the tattered flesh of man sized bat, it was him. It was his phobia of bats and his darkness fused, something to help him.

Alone, with no one left but All Might and this bat creature to keep him from swan diving off and into the depths of insanity, Izuku turned his sadness into anger, into rage. Darkness creeping over him, a choice was made, one that not even All Might could stop from becoming reality. Believing himself capable of becoming a hero, despite lacking a Quirk of his own, Izu began training for the man he would become.

It took time, years of pain and hate and anger, but still he worked. His goal was set, his dream unshakable from it's foundations. He fought, sweat, cried and bled to the point where he could take on evil. And it wasn't just his body he trained, but his mind, ensuring that whatever the challenge, he was ready for it. And one night, it happened. All the training and all the pain had lead him here. A man, abusing his underage daughter, was his target. A man the young vigilante left broken and bleeding and begging for death in the middle of the street.

Bloodied knuckles and broken bones, a hunger for combat swelling in his gut, Deku sat in the dark as he waited for All Might to return home for the day. And as he waited, he questioned what he needed to do. Simply being trained, being hellbent as he was, wasn't enough. He needed something... intangible, elusive, to make those with Quirks understand him. Fear him. Fear the thing he was turning into.

With an outstretched hand and warm eyes that speak of untold regret, the darkness inside him offers Izuku exactly what he needs. A symbol.

" The time has come. "

~

Seeing him like this... seeing Izuku, HER Izuku, slumped over and seething... it's too much.

She steps closer and something in her chest tightens at the sight of green hair matted down by sweat and blood shift. Her red eyes flicker, tears welling up with memory and fog, and Rumi see's the past and present overlap, the young boy she'd met crying on the swings over a decade prior melding with the darkly dressed man with vengeance in his heart, drowning out the last of his warmth.

His form, garbed in a cape as black as sin, flickers between solid and a silhouette as lights come and go. The wall of monitor's in front of him show untold deaths and chaos, legions of criminals and villains running rampant. It's all too much and she's knows it. They know it. And most certainly, Izuku knows it too. His body rises up, tensing and growing harder than steel, and his goal is obvious. Izu spins in place, spitting up blood and eyes narrowed. The others know exactly what he's about to do, but she's the one to stand before him first. She has to be.

" Izu, no, " Rumi says, a hand going to his shoulder, body planted in front of him. His eyes, once so full of warmth, lock with her scarlet orbs and she sees how little light is left within them. is bottom lipcurls into a frown and Deku coldly tells his friend, his lover, the woman who'd been there for him for as long as either of them can remember a simple " Move, Rumi, " eyes then moving aside, past her and past the walls of this safe house. Towards the growing hoard of men and women outside.

" Zuzu, please don't go out there. I know you're angry, that you want to go and help, but you can't. You don't get it- " she says, unknowingly saying the name she'd given him so long ago without thinking. He growls, baring his teeth and Deku turns back to look at her. " No, you don't get it, Rumi! " he nearly screams into her face, though there is no anger at her. No, never at her. Only this rage for those running amuck outside.

" I know what you see when you look at me. What you all see when you look at me. You think I'm just some brat with too much anger and hate in his heart, lashing out against criminals and villains because I need an outlet for this rage. Maybe once that was all I was, but I'm more than that now, " Izuku says, hands gripping his mask tighter and tighter, nearly on the verge of tearing the thing apart in his fury. " When you or Hawks are here, when All Might or Endevour are here, I'm out there, EVERY single night, waiting for them! "

" You may be- " Rumi tries to interject, but Izuku stops her dead, green eyes flickering with light as he cuts her off with a snapping " No! Not "may be", I am! " back to her. Crimson crackling across his skin, the power of One for All clear for all too see " When the punk with a gun or the thug with a knife stops, when they look up and see the sun setting and they feel FEAR, THAT is what I am! "

" Evil doesn't take the night off. Evil doesn't stop because it's tired or bored, " he says, voice growing colder and colder, a sickening kind of resolve and confidence in him, one defiant of everything he'd endured thus far. " Evil doesn't stop if innocent children or a kind old woman are in the way. And neither can I. "

Rumi just stands there as Deku pulls his mask on and back into place, hops atop the hull of his "Batmobile" as Hawks called it and sets himself inside. When it's engine roars and a fiery turbine illuminates the darkness in an aquamarine blue hue as he speeds off, Rumi is left there along with the other injured heroes, the former with nothing but her thoughts.

" Damn. A confident Deku is HOT. "

Now if only she'd managed to not say that out loud.