Naruto Multiverse

White Rabbit moved through the lush, sprawling garden of the estate, her mind filled with thoughts of her master. She had everything she could ever want—power, wealth, freedom—and all of it had come at the cost of her humanity. Born into privilege and blessed with beauty, intelligence, and charm, she had once been a shining star in society. Yet, none of that had satisfied her.

It wasn't until she had embraced the darker side of herself that she truly felt alive. The thrill of the hunt, the chaos she created, and the games she played brought her a sense of excitement she hadn't felt in years. No longer just a privileged woman, she had become something far more dangerous. Her encounters with the likes of Batman had been mere distractions, her chaotic actions a source of amusement for her rather than a true challenge. But everything had changed the moment she met him.

Naruto was unlike anyone she had ever encountered. He was power personified—effortlessly commanding, invincible, and enigmatic. From the first moment they crossed paths, White Rabbit knew that he was the one who would break her from her ennui and take her to new heights. He had offered her a choice, and she had embraced it without hesitation. She had become his, submitting to his power and control with a sense of devotion she never imagined possible.

Now, as she moved through the garden, her heart raced with excitement. She longed for her master's attention, wanting to be close to him once more. The thought of being by his side in the way she had been before made her pulse quicken.

"Master... is he even more magnificent now?" White Rabbit mused to herself, her mind consumed with desire as she moved toward the exit of the garden. She was sure that she would catch his eye again soon.

But her thoughts were interrupted by a calm voice, pulling her out of her reverie.

"I need you to stop there. Come back tomorrow; Master doesn't want to be distracted," White Rabbit stated in her usual composed tone, her eyes narrowing as she noticed the newcomer.

The woman before her was none other than Harley Quinn, an ever-present thorn in her side, always appearing at the most inconvenient moments. Harley, with her playful grin and chaotic energy, was forever seeking Naruto's attention, though White Rabbit knew that her master never truly took her seriously. Harley wasn't a rival, but she was a nuisance nonetheless.

"Are you sure? It's not because you're jelly?" Harley teased, leaning casually against the stone pillar that stood in her path.

White Rabbit gave her a cold smile. "No. I simply know my place. You should learn yours."

Before Harley could retort, another figure arrived, Pam, the one woman who didn't play the games that everyone else did. Pam's gaze was serious, her tone unwavering. "I need to meet him," she said, addressing White Rabbit.

White Rabbit glanced at Pam, unfazed. "You can go, but she stays." Her words were final, and she knew that Pam understood the unspoken rule: if she wanted to speak with Naruto, Harley would have to be dealt with first.

Pam sighed, but the tension in her expression was fleeting. "Harley, play nice with Jaina, and I'll ask Naruto to let you in." With that, Pam left, her purpose clear. Harley, though tempted to challenge her, understood the dynamics. There was no point in testing Naruto's boundaries when she knew what the outcome would be.

Harley pouted for a moment, but her mischievous grin quickly returned. "Do you have something to play with?" she asked, her tone light and teasing.

"Yes, follow me," Jaina replied with a smile, her voice dripping with authority as she led Harley away to the game room.

Inside the Uzumaki household, the tension in the air was palpable. The normally peaceful home felt charged with the electric anticipation of a potential conflict. The group had gathered in the living room, engaged in what appeared to be a casual video game session, but beneath the surface, there was an underlying current of unease. It wasn't just a game; it was a battle for trust, camaraderie, and understanding.

Pam watched the scene unfold before her, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Despite the usual intensity that followed Naruto, seeing him engaged in something as simple as playing a video game made him seem almost... human. She hadn't seen this side of him in a while. The tension that had gripped his demeanor over the past few days seemed to ease, and she found herself feeling relieved.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you with a game controller," Pam remarked playfully, trying to sneak up behind him for a hug. But the moment her arms reached out, she paused. The sharp gazes of the girls on the other side of the room didn't escape her notice, and she quickly withdrew her arms.

'Guess that was too early,' Pam thought with a soft chuckle, though the discomfort of the situation lingered.

Naruto glanced back at her with a faint smile. "It's nice seeing you, Pam. How was your outing?" he asked, still engrossed in the game as Ryu, his character, leaped over the opponent's Chun Li, which Mea was controlling.

"It was fun, but I found something terrible, so I wanted to ask about your opinion," Pam replied as she settled onto the sofa next to Himawari. She couldn't help but notice the way the girl had subtly stiffened at her presence, a reaction that wasn't lost on Pam. Himawari's smile, while genuine on the surface, felt forced. Pam understood the unspoken words behind it—Himawari saw her as an outsider, an invader in the world that Naruto had so carefully built.

'This is going to be much more difficult than I assumed,' Pam thought. She needed to tread carefully with Himawari; the child's emotions were unpredictable, and while Pam was accustomed to challenging situations, this was something different.

Naruto's calm voice brought her out of her thoughts. "The White Martians, along with the darkness that has been using them to form an army on Earth... it truly is troublesome," he said, a touch of annoyance in his tone as he executed a flawless super move in the game. However, the attack was countered, and to Naruto's surprise, his character was knocked out.

Mea's laughter filled the room as she threw her hands up in victory. "I win, I win!" she cheered, her face lighting up with pure joy as her victory was finally secured.

"Yes, you won, child, but let's try again. Let's see if it was a fluke," Naruto muttered, his competitive spirit flaring as he patted Mea's head gently before dragging her back into the match. Despite being the older and more powerful one in the room, Naruto was a sore loser, never able to accept defeat gracefully.

Pam shook her head, amused. "Inform the Justice League about the White Martians, and I'll handle her," Naruto continued, his tone unwavering and calm, as if discussing routine matters.

Pam's smile softened at his words. She had expected this response, but hearing it aloud made her feel more at ease. The enemy was indeed dangerous—impossible for Pam to face alone. But Naruto had never backed down from a challenge, and she knew she could trust him to handle it.

'Still too weak,' Pam thought to herself, acknowledging the ever-present sense of vulnerability she still felt, despite her powers.

"Okay, and if you wouldn't mind, could I join in on this activity? I would love to play with the girls," Pam asked, her voice filled with genuine excitement as she clapped her hands together in an enthusiastic display.

She had already decided that this would be her chance to get to know the girls—Naruto's future daughters, she reminded herself—and connect with them in a way that felt natural.

"Che," a soft mutter came from the other side of the room—probably one of the girls. Pam simply ignored it, keeping her bright smile plastered on her face. Nothing could rain on her parade now.

"No need to act like a stranger," Naruto responded without looking up, focused on his combo in the game. "Just wait for me to finish up, and I'll let you play."

Pam grinned. She had no doubts that this game, though a simple distraction, would eventually lead to a deeper understanding of the people she now found herself among.

In the serenity of the Uzumaki house, the air was filled with the usual comfort of home, but deep in Naruto's personal dimension, a different kind of healing was taking place. Kara, still in recovery from the kryptonite poisoning and the emotional wounds that clung to her heart, was experiencing something far more profound than physical healing. Naruto's clone, stationed in his dimension, was ensuring that she had the mental and emotional space to recover from the trauma that had followed her from her destroyed home world.

Naruto, though absent physically, had used his skills to create a dream world for Kara—a world where she could confront her memories, her regrets, and ultimately, begin the process of moving forward. He knew that while the world itself may be nothing but a product of her mind, it would provide Kara with an opportunity to heal. But, Naruto also understood that this was a temporary solution, a necessary measure until she was ready to face her reality again.

As he floated in the metallic grandeur of Krypton, Naruto's presence was like a ghost, his form barely disturbing the ruins of the city. Kara was sitting on top of a high-rise building, her eyes looking out at the familiar yet haunting landscape—Krypton, in all its glory and desolation. The dream world was a place where Kara could live out her fantasies, but also where the truth would find its way to her.

Naruto, aware of the dream's significance, gave it time to settle. He had already done his part by letting her experience it all, but now it was time to check on her progress. He had hoped this world would help her resolve some of her inner turmoil, but it was time to see if more needed to be done.

He approached her, his form materializing in front of her, and gently spoke, "Hello."

Kara didn't seem surprised. She turned her head slightly, and even though she recognized him, a wariness remained. She had been unconscious when he rescued her, and the memory of that moment was fuzzy at best. But now, with her mental clarity restored, she was starting to understand her situation more clearly.

"Hello," Kara replied softly, her voice hesitant.

"You look better now," Naruto said, settling beside her casually, his tone warm but not intrusive. "So, was this experience useful for you?"

Kara took a moment, her eyes still focused on the city below. The sounds of this dream world—the echoes of life she could never truly experience again—were bittersweet. "It was kind of useful," she admitted. "Also, thank you for the rescue." There was a flicker of emotion in her voice, but she fought it back, trying to maintain control. Her heart ached at the thought of her destroyed world, but she had to harden herself. It was a defense mechanism—one she wasn't sure she wanted to let go of.

Naruto nodded, understanding the weight behind her words. "You're welcome," he said. "I hope you're fine, but if you need help, I'm here to talk. We still have time before you can leave this place, so take your time."

Kara didn't immediately respond. She sat there, lost in her thoughts, processing everything. She could feel the sincerity in Naruto's words, but she wasn't sure she was ready to confront the full extent of her pain yet.

After a few moments, she finally spoke, a note of curiosity creeping into her voice. "Who are you?"

The question hung in the air, and Naruto could tell she was probing deeper, not just for his identity but for the reason he had come to help her. He wasn't just some stranger who'd been sent to rescue her—there was something more to him, something that connected him to the depths of her pain. She felt a similar aura to Phoenix, a presence that was both warm and unsettling.

"I am known as the Shadow," Naruto answered, his tone calm and steady. The name didn't carry much weight in this context—it was just a title he had adopted long ago, one that felt more like a statement of his role than anything else. His response wasn't exactly a full explanation, but it was enough to put Kara at ease for now.

She studied him closely, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processed his answer. She wasn't going to get his real name or any deeper insight into his connection to Phoenix, but that was alright. She had seen how Phoenix interacted with him—affectionately, like a family member. It made sense now that Naruto's help was rooted in something deeper, a shared understanding perhaps.

Kara took a deep breath and let her guard slip for a moment. "Do you know what it feels like to lose everything? To watch your world burn and know that nothing you could do would save the people you loved?" She said it in a quiet, almost broken voice. "I never truly experienced that pain, but the emptiness I feel now… it's worse than anything I could have imagined. I never knew I could be this weak after losing them. I wish I could have shown them the love they deserved… but I can't anymore." Her words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered. She wasn't trying to hide her pain anymore—she just needed to let it out.

Naruto sat in silence, his presence quietly enveloping her with a healing aura. He didn't need to say anything—he knew exactly what she was feeling. Loss, grief, and the constant battle against the haunting memories of the past were not things that could be easily healed, but Kara was on the path to healing, and Naruto was willing to help her along that journey.

"I can never undo the past," Kara continued, her voice cracking. "I wish I could bring them back, but I know it's not possible… and even if it were, I could never stoop to that level of desperation."

Naruto didn't interrupt. He knew how painful it was to feel like you couldn't move on. But he also knew that eventually, one had to let go of the past to move forward.

Finally, he stood and gave her a gentle nod. "I'll be taking a walk," he said softly. "Play nice while I'm gone." With that, he turned and left the dream world, closing the door behind him. He knew Kara needed space, but he also knew that when the time came, she would need to face her reality.

Raven, who had been silently observing from afar, got up from her seat and followed Naruto, sensing that this wasn't going to be a peaceful conversation for long. She had a feeling the girls would need some time to process their emotions. It was best not to interfere—at least not yet.