Reborn as Raven in Dc... But as a Futa?

The blue-silver chariot carved across the sky like a divine blade through clouds, a myth reborn in real-time. Arthur clutched the reins, his grip tightening with each pulsing gallop of the watery steeds. The sea-horses—if they could even be called that—glimmered with oceanic brilliance, their bodies flowing with currents as if carved from the Aegean itself. They didn't whinny or cry out like earthly beasts. Their power resonated in silence, vibrating through Arthur's bones and surging into the trident beside him.

"HAHAHAHA! This... this is unreal!" Arthur shouted into the wind, the words snatched away by the gale around him. Soon, Light streamed past his cheeks, making his eyes tear up from velocity alone. The world warped, bent like heat off asphalt.

"Poseidon wasn't kidding."

He guided the reins with both hands, adjusting the chariot's speed. What was once incomprehensible to his senses slowly became manageable. To those below, he still looked like a streaking comet. But to Arthur, the shapes of terrain began to form again—skyscrapers, hills, rivers... life. Cities blurred beneath him like paintings smeared by a careless hand.

And yet, in all the magnificence, Arthur's heart wasn't still.

He still remembered Raven. Her smirk. Her merciless grip on Atlantis. The suffocating weight of failure. How his powers had been severed. How he had been powerless—reduced to a man drowning in his own kingdom.

But now... now he had been restored. No. More than that—chosen.

Beside him, the trident glowed subtly, humming against his leg like an old friend returned from exile.

"Let's do this!"

Meanwhile, on the shorelines of Metropolis, the aftermath had ignited a different kind of storm. One made of pixels, disbelief, and hashtags.

Smartphones caught it all. The splitting sea. The rising chariot. The ocean-born steeds. People gasped, then screamed, then posted.

News tickers blazed:

"Gods Confirmed? Social Media Divided Over Aquaman's Dramatic Return and the rise of gods!"

"Poseidon's Chariot? Internet Thinks Yes."

"Seaquake AND a Sky-Chariot? Experts Scramble to Explain."

Comments poured in like monsoons on a leaking dam:

"That wasn't no CGI. My grandma dropped her soup saying something about the prophecy."

"Shi… ai be wildin' these days."

"Bro, if sea horses are that big I'm never swimming again."

"Dude, those aren't sea horses in the first place if they were real! They were f*cking flying horses!"

"So Wonder Woman's real, Aquaman's on a sea-car, and we still argue if Greek gods existed??? Make it make sense!!!"

"I was pooping when I watched this. Just saying."

"MY BRO THEO SAW IT AT THE BEACH. SOBER. FIRST TIME IN WEEKS."

"What's happening in the world? Gods? Worldwide state of emergency? Magic?!"

"Conspiracy theorist above me confirmed."

"They've been hiding Olympus from us."

"This is just Chapter 1 of the Book of Revelations, change my mind."

"That was the work of Poseidon!"

"I'm a Saudi prince, please send—(BANNED)"

"Bro got banned 💀💀💀💀"

"Please save me from generational debt, Poseidon!"

"I don't think he is the god of finances man."

"Dude, there's like gold, oil and stuff down there in the sea, he can chuck some my way!"

"Yeah he can, that and some tsunamis."

Within the steel-and-glass halls of the CIA's subterranean control center, multiple monitors displayed the chariot from every possible angle—news footage, crowd videos, even satellite captures. In the center of the room, a hologram rotated slowly showing a 3D wireframe of the divine chariot.

"Sir, global response is trending positive," said a young attendant, her voice bubbly despite the eerie calm in the room.

The CIA Director turned his chair, his eyes barely rising above his clasped fingers. The attendant leaned closer to hand him a file, her snug skirt doing little to hide the way it hugged her hips. The room had noticed—most agents were trained not to flinch at divine threats, but a bounce like that? Untrained.

"'Worshipped Poseidon' is trending," she continued. "Even skeptics are either too confused or too entertained to resist. So far... we're calling this a stabilizing myth."

The Director cracked a smile. "Good. If they're making jokes, it means they're not terrified yet. That's better than global panic."

Above the clouds of Washington D.C., the chariot finally slowed to a hover.

"Woah.. finally. I learned to control this thing…" Arthur said as he leaned over the chariot. He looked weakened but when the horses turned back to him with red eyes, he sat up! They were clearly mad that he called them, 'thing'.

"Ohohoho, I am sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I meant… thank you. I was getting nauseated." Arthur confessed, raising his hands in surrender. He didn't want to piss of horses moving at the speed of light.

Arthur leaned forward once more after his plea was accepted by the horses, his hands cupped his face. His temples throbbed. His stomach churned. The air was thin here, but the nausea wasn't from altitude—it was the divine speed. Riding the chariot for too long had twisted his equilibrium. He couldn't even tell how much time had passed.

"Finally found you," came a voice.

Arthur groaned, raising his head slowly, eyes red-rimmed and glassy.

"You're quite fast... Aquaman?" The voice said, but was soon surprised after seeing who rode the chariot.

The voice was familiar. Too familiar. Arthur blinked and squinted at the figure that hovered a few meters away.

"Lex...?" he mumbled. "Ugh. No way. I've really fried my brain this time... now I'm hallucinating you?"

"Imagine Lex flying. Hahaha… haaaa, I am dying, aren't I?"

Lex hovered mid-air in his trench coat, fluttered in the wind. The sea-horses growled—a warning pulse echoed from their bodies like a subsonic boom.

Lex raised both palms. "I come in peace, Poseidon's pets."

Arthur rubbed his eyes and groaned. "This has to be some chariot-induced fever dream."

And then—without warning—the chariot surged, unbidden, like a loyal dog sensing its master's distress. In the blink of an eye, they were already over the Atlantic. The chariot descended sharply.

Arthur didn't fight it. He just let go and fell into the water like a stone tossed from the heavens.

A splash. A moment of weightlessness. And then the embrace of the sea.

He floated in silence, bubbles escaping his lips, and let the salt water soothe him. His strength slowly returned.

When he emerged again, Lex was already there—standing on a nearby rock as if he had been waiting the entire time.

"You again," Arthur grunted, rinsing his face. "This isn't a hallucination?"

"I assure you, I'm very real," Lex replied, arms crossed.

In that very instant, the chariot appeared once more—half-submerged, just under Arthur as if waiting for his next command, its watery steeds pawing at the surf.

"Now follow me, there is much to discuss." Lex said as he ascended.

"First, explain to me… this." Arthur said, making a rotating gesture with his hand.

"This form of mine was created in the time of necessity. Or do you think it unwise?" Lex asked as Arthur kept quiet. He knew Lex, but if he had to choose the lesser of two evils…

"Let's go. I'll lead, but adjust your speed if you can. You move quite fast." Lex said, and in the next moment, he wasn't there.

Arthur merely tapped and commanded telephatically, and the horses were behind Lex till they were at the bunker in the next second.

Arthur's jaw tightened. He felt a pull in his heart. In such a short time frame, he had grown attached to the horses, and now that Poseidon had heard his prayers and saved him with his chariot, he was afraid the gift would be reclaimed. The farewell was sudden.

Normally, a god could gift a mortal and would forget about it. But if the god gifted or helped a mortal with a gift that was linked to their concept, they usually end up taking it back. Arthur had read the stories and was no stranger to this, but an unexpected plot twist took place.

Arthur instinctively reached out with his liquid left hand and placed it on one of the horses. The beast shimmered—and vanished. All of them did. The entire chariot collapsed into nothingness, a ripple in the sea where magic once existed.

Lex chuckled. "That's... convenient."

Lex gestured downward. "Come. I've built a secure war bunker under the coast. Batman and I divided responsibilities. He's handling the magical front and making preparations. I'm arming the champions and arranging war plans."

How was today's chapter? And has anyone watched the Superman movie? It was amazing, Lex is even more of a badass.

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