"Limited to ones' Imagination" - DC Fanfic

A surreal expanse stretched in every direction, a creamy rainbow swirling across the sky and ground. It wasn't just a single gradient of colors—it was every color imaginable, seamlessly blending into one another. Shades of pink, black, white, and brown pulsed like a living organism, as if the very essence of existence itself had decided to settle within his soul.

Alex took a step forward, his foot touching down on something solid yet intangible, like walking on hardened light. He glanced around, his gaze quickly landing on three familiar figures—Raven, John Constantine, and Batman—who were hunched over, searching for something.

Frowning, Alex approached them.

"What are you guys looking for?" he asked.

Batman, still focused on whatever they were examining, responded in his usual gruff monotone.

"We're trying to find a window. Something to exit your soul."

Alex blinked. "...You're telling me I've trapped you all in here?"

John smirked and shook his head. "Not quite, mate. A soul is normally one color—at most, it has different shades of the same spectrum. But yours?" He gestured around them. "It's all of them. Every single bloody color you could think of."

Alex rubbed his chin. "So, what does that mean? That I have a weird soul?"

John chuckled. "That's an understatement."

Before Alex could ask another question, Raven suddenly spoke up.

"Found it," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "But… you might want to see this."

The three of them turned toward her as she gestured ahead. A hallway had appeared.

The moment they stepped inside, the ground beneath them solidified.

Unlike the swirling chaos outside, the hallway felt stable, almost… too real.

The walls were lined with statues—each one carved in intricate detail, stretching as far as the eye could see. They walked in silence, their eyes scanning the figures as they passed.

Some statues were indescribable horrors—Eldritch beings with too many eyes, mouths in the wrong places, and limbs that twisted in ways that defied logic.

Others were gods, standing tall with divine auras that radiated raw power.

And then there were the humans—ordinary men and women frozen in stone, their expressions a mixture of calm, rage, sorrow, and peace.

The deeper they walked, the more overwhelming it became. The sheer variety of forms, the sheer infinity of what lay ahead—it felt like they could walk forever and still not reach the end.

John, never one to let eerie silence linger too long, let out a low whistle.

"What the bloody hell is this?" he muttered, eyeing a particularly nightmarish statue of a beast with six wings, three heads, and a shifting form that made it painful to look at.

Before he could go on another philosophical tangent, Alex cut him off.

"I get it now," he murmured.

The three of them turned to him.

Alex exhaled and gestured toward the never-ending hall.

"This is what I can turn into."

A beat of silence.

Batman glanced ahead, his eyes narrowing slightly before he gave a firm nod. "That makes sense."

John ran a hand through his hair. "Well, that's unsettling."

Raven simply remained quiet, her gaze unreadable.

Then, without another word, she raised a hand and with a gentle flick of her fingers, the world around them shattered.

Back to Reality.

Alex's eyes snapped open as he was pulled back into the real world. The strange weight of the soulscape faded, replaced by the familiar warmth of Margaret's living room.

Batman was already standing up, adjusting his cape as he moved toward the door. Without looking back, he simply stated, "Thank you for the hospitality, Margaret."

And with that, he left.

John stretched his arms with a dramatic groan before flashing a smirk. "Well, that was one hell of a field trip." He gave Margaret a nod. "Thanks for the meal, love."

Raven, as always, said little, merely offering Alex one last glance before she and John followed Batman out.

Hal, who had been playing with James this entire time, ruffled the kid's hair before standing up. "See you next time, kid," he said with a wink. James beamed, waving excitedly as Hal left.

As the door clicked shut, the house finally fell into peaceful silence.

Alex let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well," he muttered, "that was a lot."

Margaret, who had been watching him carefully, gave him a soft smile.

"Want to make some cake?" she asked.

Alex blinked at her before chuckling. "I was just about to ask if you wanted something to eat."

Margaret giggled. "Cake sounds perfect."

And just like that, the tension in the air melted away.

For now, at least.