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[Important]
This story is well-researched and slow to heat up. It's primarily DC, with no pairing (I've eaten my words; see the bonus chapters with pairings in the sweet treat mix-up next door). It's not crackfic (though some say my kid is a goofball). The tone is serious, and it isn't necessarily sweet. Updates every other day (with the occasional skip?).
Oh no, the more I say, the more it sounds like I'm trying to scare people off...
The goal is to write a true hero in one hundred chapters!
The definition of a hero is from Romain Rolland: "There is only one true heroism in the world: to see the world as it is, and still to love it."
The worldbuilding is hinted at in the title, and is the biggest foreshadowing in the whole story. Guess what it is for bragging rights!
[Blurb below]
A serious blurb written totally on a whim:
Poor Everett has been exploited for his labor by the British government in every way imaginable since childhood. During a long-term business trip, he discovers the truth about the world and gradually comes to acknowledge and accept it.
A taste of the unserious bits:
Ever's abilities have always been reliable and widely praised, but anything he describes tends to lose a little something in the retelling.
Excerpt 1
Ever: Sherlock, your fashion sense has finally reached an utterly hopeless state.
The bafflingly insulted kiwi [long face, question mark]
Rubbing his fingers together: Hey, kid, come here. Let's talk.
Ever: No! Big bro, I mistook you for someone else.
Excerpt 2
During little Jason's era
Little Ever: You're definitely going to become an incredible hero!
The Red Hood, currently beating the old Bat to a pulp
Suddenly lets go: No, Ever, let me explain.
Ever: It's fine, you're on the right path!
Has Everett triggered his ability again today?
Why, yes! Welcome to the turbulent new world!
Theme: Self-forgiveness, making peace with yourself, and guiding personal growth.
