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It had taken three days to fully move to Jump City but when Albert Lawrence finally finished helping his parents move to their new home he had to explore the city. He had to get his barrings for the city that he will soon change into a hero free paradise. He wasn't going to act after the scuffle with Paige and the parade. He never heard Hei and Leonard scold him for doing what he had done in the UK. They had told him to never do something so extreme right as they were moving. He didn't really care for risking his life for his cause but they seemed generally worried. He didn't want to stay in the house while Hei and Leonard were decorating so he just left with a pocket knife, his wallet, phone, and a camera. He started taking pictures of streets, alleyways, any place that would benefit him in escaping or entering. He had done this in London, finding 288 escape routes and hidden entrances.

He started with his neighborhood, then the downtown area, then the docks, and then ended with the shores. He kicked the sand every step, looking down at his jeans and black t-shirt, 127 pictures taken from different locations around the city. He calculated the escape routes in his head and found that he could only use 47 of the photos in a plan to escape in certain situations. He tossed some of the photos on the beach that he wouldn't use and then felt slightly cold. He noticed that the sun grew dimmer but it wasn't night time yet. He looked out at the ocean and saw the large "T" building that made this city famous. He held his camera up and took a picture, taking the photo out and waving it in the air slightly so it will develop. He looked down at the photo and he grinned.

Albert decided to take a seat on the sandy beach for a moment, just to take in the site of what will soon be the downfall of heroes. He had a rather different opinion with villains. It really depended on how evil they were. Small time, he would cut their limbs off and leave them alive as nubs, to make a symbol for the other villains not to commit atrocious acts. Big time or gang members, he would just kill them and leave their bodies hanging on lamp posts to tell the citizens that someone is actually getting results from being a chaotic hero. Super villain, on the other hand, he could not think of anything. Cut them to pieces with his tomahawks, impale them with his sword, or maybe just decapitate them and place their heads on the police station or catapult them to Titan's tower to tell them they are not doing their job right. It was all such a meticulous process to think of ways to kill a super villain but that was the fun part.

He thought he saw something out at sea so he put his hand on his forehead to block out the rays of the sun. "A shark?" He said to himself as the thing grew closer, "A dolphine? Too fast. A whale? Too small. A-" He stopped when the object came closer and launched herself out of the ocean. "A person?!" He said out loud as the water rained down on him and his camera. He stared, bewildered by such a feat, and thought of the reasons why and how such a thing is even possible. To swim at such a speed and launch in the air, that was something he would wish to have if he lived on the beaches of Hawaii. He squinted as he saw that it was human, and a woman none the less. He wasn't too excited, sense his parents influence on sexuality drew him towards the middle line of straight and homosexual, but he appreciated the moment of beauty that beheld him. He raised his camera and took a picture, just to keep this strange moment alive within his photographs, but just the flash was made, the film was wet inside the camera.

"Not if it's for the moment," He said, pointing towards her. "The sun in the background gives off a sparkle against the water on your skin and the seagulls flying over makes it seem like you are being worshiped by the animals of the sea. In other words, it is like staring at the Venus painting by Botticelli, pure beauty and all." He was being honest, it was a perfect picture and closely resembled the painting. However, she wasn't naked and there were no angels to gawk at her and no woman trying to cover her. No, just a goddess standing on a beach, staring right at him with an angry glare. He didn't care if she was going to try and kill him, but he was well prepared for a fight. By well prepared, he meant the pocket knife would probably give him three seconds at best to run away if she becomes angry.

"No need to worry," Albert said as he dropped the camera into the sand. "It's broken and the film was too wet to develop from that entrance you gave." He stood up and looked at who he assumed to be Venus. He was examining her from head to toe, not in any perverted way, but in a studying manner as if he had found something quite new, like a clam with a pearl inside it. He placed his hands in his pocket, gripping the pocket knife just in case she was hostile, and asked, "Tell me, Venus, where exactly do you come from other than the sea?" The question may have seemed to forward but he was curious. After-all, he did want to know if she was friendly or not and wanted to show that he was friendly to.

"I am from London, England. My parents moved here to get away from the strange cult that has arrived. The "True Justice Cult" which had completely banned heroes in Scotland and Northern Ireland, I believe." He stepped closer, holding his arms out as he told the story of why he even moved here. Of course, he didn't reveal the part of him being the cults deity, Lord Isenstein, or what he did to the mayor of Jump City. "So," He said, stepping a bit closer now as he assumed she wasn't going to hurt him, "Atlantis? I heard it existed but never really believed it. Tell me, do the Deep Ones exist as well, Cthulhu and such. I've always wanted to see the old gods. And why are you here? If you don't want to answer, that's fine to." He was blathering away like an idiot, being nervous around the opposite sex and all.

"And I'm not the Queen of England." He said jokingly, smiling a bit. "It sounds like you have been through a lot. Being sent by the Queen of a mythical real place, but I feel that's not fully what you are saying sense there was some hesitation." He was a bit close to her, not too much to violate her personal space but enough so that she could hear him with a lowered voice. He wanted to know more about this stranger but what he forgot had forced him to smack his forehead in shame. "I completely forgotten about introducing myself," He held his hand out and said "My name is...Alfred Pennyworth" He was using one of his aliases just to protect himself and his family from ever being discovered.

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Albert gave a slight frown as she didn't introduce herself properly to him. He figured it was for reasons much darker than his own understanding and decided not to push further for her name. "Then you need a name, for there it will be troubling to call you a common Atlantean when I see you again. That is if I see you again. Let me think." He placed his hand on his cheek and closed his eyes as he thought of a name. It didn't really take him that long as he smiled and looked at her, pointed, and said "Venus, the Roman Goddess who appeared out of the ocean and was fought over by the gods. Perfect!" He smiled as the name fit her perfectly. Then a lowly growl came from the absence of sound. Albert blushed slightly as his stomach growled loudly. He hadn't eaten anything this morning because he was in a rush to leave the house. "Oh my, I seemed to be hungry. How embarrassing." He said to himself, his stomach growling louder. He looked at Venus and asked "Do you want to join me for some food? I know a pizza place called Pisicies pizzas nearby."

"Great! I'll order something small so it won't take too long to eat." He said, grabbing her hand and leading her to where the Pisicies Pizzas was. It wasn't a far walk, in fact, the restaraunt was on a peer. He had visited there when he first moved to the city, trying to get his baring and such. Something had caught his eye for a moment, he saw a man standing on a crate wearing the "True Justice Cult" mask and preaching the holy words of Lord Isenstein. Albert found it flattering but unrequited sense this cult was ignorant enough to find him a God. Of course, he didn't recognize Albert when he walked by. No one had seen Isentsein's real face, besides Venus, but she doesn't know who he really is, thankfully. He let go of her and held his hand out, pointing towards the Pizza place. "Here we are." He said, approaching a table with two seats, the table and seats were set outside along with other tables and seats. It was an outdoor restraunt after all. He walked toward the seat and pulled it out for her. He was being polite, after-all. They were quite far from the raving preacher of True Justice, thank God, for even Albert couldn't stand the raving lunacy of that cult. However, it was flattering and they did help him ruin the parade for heroes a couple days ago. Two bombs and photage of Paige fighting Isenstein. It wasn't really a fight, more like Paige nearly killing him and Isenstein having to blow up a parade float and a suicide bomber.