Naruto Multiverse

In a dense, ethereal forest, the air was thick with tension, and the silence was broken only by the faint rustle of leaves disturbed by an unseen force. Harley Quinn, clad in a streamlined tactical outfit, moved through the towering trees with an agility that belied her seemingly chaotic nature. Despite the mission's grim tone, her thoughts wandered.

"Why couldn't I be in Gotham instead of this forest? The Suicide Squad should rename itself the Suicide Club for making me do this!" Harley grumbled internally, a pout forming as she leapt nimbly from branch to branch.

The forest had appeared inexplicably in the middle of the Sahara Desert. The squad's mission, orchestrated by Amanda Waller, was to uncover its origin before it caused chaos among "the people who mattered." Harley scoffed at that thought, but she couldn't deny the importance of her current task.

Still, the question nagged at her. Why am I even listening to Amanda? she mused. Images of a certain blond-haired shinobi flitted across her mind. The answer was simple: Naruto Uzumaki. She knew well enough that if she crossed too many lines, even unintentionally, it might jeopardize the new life he'd helped her begin.

She smiled to herself, touched by the memory of his quiet encouragement and firm boundaries. Unlike the world that called her crazy, he'd treated her as an equal. No pity, no derision. Just respect. But boy, is he cold, she thought. Her smile wavered as her mind compared his detached demeanor to the sociopaths she'd known in Arkham. Yet, she wasn't giving up. Maybe I got a type... but this one's worth the effort.

Her internal monologue was cut short by a sudden chill. She felt it before she saw it—a fleeting blur that shouldn't have been there. Acting on instinct, she hurled a dagger into the air.

"Dumb fuck," Harley muttered, twisting midair to dodge a sharp set of claws that sliced through the space where she had been moments ago. The attacker revealed itself—a towering figure with a skull-like face, draped in a ghostly white cloak. Its presence exuded danger, an alien menace radiating malice.

"Oh, shit!" Harley exclaimed, heart racing. She hurled grenades, each explosion echoing through the forest, but the creature simply phased through the blasts as if taunting her.

Desperation clawed at her mind. This is bad. This is really, really bad. The creature's hand morphed into a wicked spear aimed straight at her chest. She prepared herself for the inevitable, a part of her still defiant even as the odds seemed insurmountable.

The screech came out of nowhere, a bone-chilling cry that echoed through the forest. Harley dropped to her knees, clutching her head in pain as the creature recoiled violently. When the sound ceased, she looked up, expecting to see Naruto.

Instead, her eyes met the familiar figure of Pamela Isley—Poison Ivy. Pam emerged from the trees, her body glowing faintly with a green aura, her connection to the forest giving her an otherworldly presence.

"Harley, are you okay?" Pam asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern.

Harley let out a shaky laugh. "Oh, Pammy, you are a sight for sore eyes. I thought I was toast! Now, rip that thing apart for me, will ya?"

Pam's emerald eyes narrowed. "No problem. It's already handled."

The roots of the forest rose like serpents, coiling around the alien predator. It struggled briefly before the roots pierced its skull, silencing it for good. Pam closed her eyes, her connection with the forest allowing her to glean its memories.

"It's a White Martian," Pam said grimly. "There are more of them, and they're being manipulated by a dark force. It's pushing them to act against their nature, but it seems they've been resisting."

Harley exhaled, a relieved smile spreading across her face. "Good riddance. Those creepy bastards don't belong here."

As they walked toward Gotham, Harley leaned into Pam, her arm draped around her friend's shoulders. "So, Pammy, what's got you smiling like that? Lemme guess—Naruto?"

Pam blushed faintly, her usual composure slipping for a moment. "We have a date on Tuesday," she admitted, her voice betraying a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Harley beamed. "That's great! I'm happy for ya, Pammy. Tell me all about it afterward, okay?"

Pam nodded, her smile genuine. Yet, as Harley skipped ahead, chattering about how she would celebrate Pam's success, the red-haired botanist's thoughts darkened slightly. She couldn't ignore the pang of guilt that came with knowing her friend harbored feelings for the same man.

Maybe I can help her find someone, someone who'll treat her right, Pam thought.

For now, however, she pushed those thoughts aside. The mission was far from over, and Naruto's name loomed large in both their futures.

In the cold expanse of the Arctic tundra, Kara Zor-El—better known as Supergirl—stood amidst the ruins of an ancient Kryptonian structure, a faint shimmer of hope in her heart. She had been combing through remnants of her homeworld's legacy when she encountered a tall, imposing figure. His bearing was regal, his voice calm and filled with a warmth that struck an immediate chord in her.

"You are from Krypton?" she asked, her voice trembling with both disbelief and yearning.

The man, who introduced himself as He'el, nodded solemnly. His expression was one of shared pain and understanding, and he placed a hand over his heart as he spoke.

"Yes, I am," he said. "I am your cousin, Kara. Kal-El's adopted brother. I escaped the destruction of Krypton through the efforts of our scientists. I've been searching the stars and finally found both of you."

Kara's heart skipped a beat. The possibility of another survivor—a family member, no less—was almost too much to bear. Tears threatened to spill as He'el continued, his tone becoming impassioned.

"I have a plan, Kara. I want to revive our people. Krypton's destruction was a tragedy, but it does not have to be the end. With your and Kal-El's help, I can make this dream a reality."

His words were laden with sincerity and hope, and Kara almost found herself nodding in agreement. Her mind was flooded with memories of her parents, her childhood, and the life that had been torn away from her. To have it all back...

But then, a sharp, sudden voice echoed in her mind. It was the voice tied to a warning seal, one she had allowed to be placed on her after an encounter with a treacherous foe.

"He is dangerous. Kill him."

Kara froze, her instincts screaming at her to heed the warning. Her trusting nature warred with the alarm sounding in her mind, but the seal's warnings had never been wrong.

She acted without hesitation. Pivoting sharply, she delivered a swift, devastating kick directly into He'el's groin. The strike caught him completely off guard, and the force sent him rocketing into the upper atmosphere with a silent scream of agony.

Kara watched him disappear, a mix of anger and confusion tightening her chest. "I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath, unsure if she was addressing He'el, her own conscience, or the remnants of her shattered hope.

But there was no time for reflection.

Before she could recover, a shadow loomed behind her. A chilling voice, dripping with mockery, broke the silence.

"Fool. He should have known better than to trust a Kryptonian's sentimentality."

Before Kara could turn, she felt the searing pain of a spear piercing through her back. She gasped in shock, her eyes widening as she looked down to see the jagged, glowing green tip of the weapon protruding from her chest. Kryptonite. The vile energy surged through her veins, sapping her strength and leaving her powerless.

Her hands moved instinctively to the spear, trying to break it, but her grip faltered. Her vision blurred as the Kryptonite's poison coursed through her body.

"Sleep now," the voice commanded, calm yet filled with an undeniable malice.

Kara fell to her knees, her strength waning. As her vision dimmed, she caught a glimpse of her attacker—a tall, dark figure with glowing crimson eyes, his presence radiating an aura of pure, oppressive evil. He was a child of Trigon, and his confident smirk spoke of his assured victory.

This was no ordinary foe. The power he wielded, borrowed from his infernal father, was far beyond anything Kara had prepared for. The spear had not only struck her body but shattered her hopes of escaping this trap.

As the darkness enveloped her, Kara's mind clung to one thought: Kal... please...

The warm glow of the television illuminated the dim living room, casting soft shadows on the walls. Naruto entered the room casually, his eyes drawn to Raven sitting on the couch, her expression calm yet distant as she watched a historical drama unfold on the screen.

"I didn't expect you to watch television," Naruto remarked with a faint smile. "I kind of assumed you were more of a book type."

Raven's violet eyes flicked toward him, taking in his relaxed demeanor. Just his presence seemed to settle her turbulent mind. The chaos of emotions and power that usually threatened to overtake her was quieted in his vicinity, as if his very being acted as a soothing balm.

"I do watch TV," she replied softly. "Comedies, documentaries, and historical dramas are what I enjoy."

Naruto raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the doorway. "Is that so? Well, I was thinking about showing you around outside, but if you'd rather stay here, I don't mind."

Raven's gaze lingered on him for a moment, searching for any hint of jest in his words. When she found none, she clicked off the television with a quiet sigh. "Can I really go outside?"

Her tone carried a weight of disbelief. For as long as she could remember, stepping outside freely had always been a dangerous prospect. The shadow of her father, Trigon, loomed over her life, and the threat of being tracked and captured had made isolation a necessity.

Naruto pushed off the doorframe, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering confidence. "It's not a problem," he assured her. "Your father already knows you live here, but he can't do anything about it. So, just relax and accompany me for the day. The only condition is that you stay by my side."

Raven's lips parted slightly in surprise. His tone was calm yet firm, his words carrying an authority that left no room for doubt. She nodded slowly, her expression softening as she absorbed his assurance.

"Alright," she said, her voice quieter than usual. "If you say it's safe, then I'll go."

Naruto smiled, offering her a hand. "Let's get going, then."

Raven hesitated for a moment before placing her hand in his, his warmth radiating a reassurance she couldn't quite explain. As they stepped out of the house together, Raven found herself daring to hope, just a little, that she might be able to experience the world beyond her solitude—even if only for a while.