The moment I came back I could feel reality dist around me as I started to tear at the fabric of reality just by existing. “Oh shit! Oh fug shitty shit.” It appears that anything over 500 points of power is too much for the universe. I immediately began to heal the area around myself as I made an alternate pocket dimension to chill in until I could reduce my power down to being able to live in the world.

  I had a few options as I began to design my pocket dimension, creating a mansion/castle out of divinity. I sent out a sg eye o look for someoo pull into my pocket dimension. Fuck it, if I’m going to fix the problem, I might as well go all out fixing it. I sent out sg orbs to find all of my girlfriends, or rather the girls I cared for more than just for sexual release.

  Bck Widow, Stephanie, Cassandra, Aunt May, Poison Ivy and Harley, Raven whht her mom, my heads of business(Lena, Zatana, Veronica, and Emma), Lady Shiva, Madame Gao, She-Hulk, Silk, Gwen, Kitty, Talia, Hestia, and Nym… That was too many girlfriends. They were somehow all fih being brought to my personal isnd and a feere wary slowly grew proud they made the cut of being part of my inner circle.

  The number of fuck buddies I had surpassed two hundred so making the cut was something to be proud of. I had more sexual parthan days I existed in this world but I was nearing the end. I just o run the Justice League gau and go into space for the st few and I’d be happy just settling down and having a few thousand babies from then on.

  I looked at them all as I decided to tell them my eory… Even the bad parts. Starting from the time in the war flying droo after the war and almost starving. How I killed out of desperation and tried to do my best to feed everyo was slowly turning away from being the good person I was. I told them about my first wife and the words caught in my throat as I was going to start talking about my sed.

  Even now, even though I had bee a god on the level of Zeus or Odin, s I couldn’t eve in the same dimension or I’d start rending the fabric of reality just from my sheer presence. I couldn’t, it was still too hard to talk about a like a jagged kting at my heart. I hadn’t even noticed the tears ing from my eyes or the shakiness in my voice I expined.

  “M-my sed wife… We were great together, she was… Too attractive for me. I felt lucky being with her and she loved me warts and all. I told her about my previous life the night before I proposed to her and her rea was why I knew I wao marry her. Life with her ure bliss, I still chase that feeling even now. The pureness of a retionship where you both trust each other implicitly. We had a child and…”

  I was full- now as I kept thinking about it. “He had a tree nut allergy. My stepmot it in her head that we were both lying and making it up. No matter how many times I told her we weren’t she just kept trying to trick our son iing nuts. Even when she fed him peanuts with ion it only made her believe even more that we were lying for attention.”

  My hands were shaking now, and I couldn’t even look at any of them; the feelings were still raw from that day. “e headed up to her parent's on holiday. Whe there she fed us straight away. This time she made sure that the nuts she fed were tree nuts. Just as my son finished his bowl, she jumped up, cheering that she caught us. That his allergy was clearly fake… Until he started coughing and we left for a hospital immediately.”

  Tears flowed down my face as the pain from memories hurt more than a punch from Superman. “We hadn’t renewed our EpiPens for a few years since we didn’t have any problems. An old oill worked they were just less effective and we’d have made it to a hospital before it got too bad with the outdated one… If we weren’t forty-five minutes from a hospital.”

  I looked at all of them now, the women I threw myself at to bury these emotions, to bury the feeling of my dead son as I spoke the st part out loud for the first time ever. “My son died… In my wife’s arms while we tried to make it to a hospital… Our child was killed so my mother and w could prove a point that only she cared about. She was willing to risk her own grandson's health to prove he didn’t have an allergy we knew he had.”

  I was full-on sobbing at this point as I wiped the tears off my face. “My wife just wao grieve but I couldn’t let it go… I fell into a bottle harder than I ever had before and when I finally came to it was o her parent's dead bodies… We might have been able to recover from what happened but even with me c it up I think my wife always knew I did it. We got divorced shortly after that… I let her have pretty much everything, even iher world I had quite a bit of money but… I was dead inside.”

  It was true. For the st five years of my life, I barely lived, falling into a downward spiral of sex and drugs. The only thing that woke me up from that nightmare was my terminal illness. My liver was going to fail and I was too old to be sidered for a donor, the world wasn’t a good pce after the war and most people stopped donating their ans because of all the an harvesting scams going on at the time.

  People began to sell their deceased family members ans to get by and that stuck around, I had given away all my money and wouldn’t live long enough to make up the moo buy one. I was a dead man walking, it was enough of a shock to get me off all the substances but I still kept myself buried in a different woman every night. I wao leave behind a legacy but the only thing I’d be remembered for was being a killer. I decided they didn’t o know about my terminal diagnosis as it didn’t matter in this world.

  I looked at all of them again, looks of uanding in their eyes as I looked down. “That’s why I don’t drink or ds. I ’t, my body won’t allow me to do them sciously anymore… I think that’s why I’m trying so hard to leave behind a legad why I don’t take retionships seriously because… I don’t want to be hurt like that again but I ’t stay that way. Most of you are pregnant and I know I’ll be a big part of the kids' lives… I ’t keep keeping everyo arm's length, afraid to see the real me anymore…”

  I was engulfed in a gigantic hug. Somehow we ended up in each other's embrace, the women all taking care of me. We didn’t all have sex at first, spending almost aire day just getting closer to each other before ohio another and we all ended up in a massive y. If any of them weren’t pregnant by that point they were by the end of that session. Somehow our e felt even stronger, like they were all fully on board this situation now and would help each other out as a big family.

  After all the tears of sadness, a few tears of happiness fell down my cheeks at how my life in this world turned out. Things could have gone far worse but right now I didn’t see a way for it to get aer than it was. I loved them and they loved me and all of them were fih my pns for the future. I fell asleep for the first time in forever, I’d have to give aowers tomorrow as most of the women piled onto my bed trying to get as close as they physically could to me.

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