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"A video game?" Rock parroted Scott. "Well, I mean there were a couple based on my earlier battles against Wily," he said in humble embarasment. "You wish to spar then? Okay!" Mega Man happily agreed. "I used to spar with the other Justice League members all the time!"

He turned to PIPBOY. "Are there any rooms where we can safely do combat training?" he asked the computer AI.

The pink thing was soft to the touch, kinda like marshmallow. 8-inch-high pink puffball furrowed his brows and replied slightly angry, which sounded rather comical with his squeaky voice.
"I am not a figment! I am the real Kirby from the Dreamland!"

edited 12th Jun '12 12:13:44 AM by Adannor

While Rock spoke to the PIPBOY, Scott turned back to Subaru. "You from a video-game too?"

edited 12th Jun '12 4:12:05 AM by Alleydodger

"Hey, someone half-gets it!" Link said, "Y'see, dreamland is my... My... My sub-no, I have to ask first!"

S He gave Kirby her best puppy dog eyes, before saying "Are you made of candy?"

Zuko turned his head to the side, but stuck out his arm for a handshake a little hesitantly. At least telling Zuko's story instead of Blue's story hadn't backfired in his face. It could have gone a lot worse.

edited 12th Jun '12 8:43:32 AM by Serendipital

"Candy? Me?"
The puffball backed away slightly.
"No, I'm not candy! I very like sweets, though!" he smiled at the end of the phrase.

Subaru raised her eyebrow.
"A video game? No, I'm a person, thank you very much," she said. She was beginning to become thoroughly annoyed with Scott; he seemed just as bad as Tiana, without any of her redeeming qualities. She turned her back on him, talking to Combo: "I know some Strike Arts! I don't know what this boxing is, but Strike Arts are a combination of magic and cross-range strikes... We should spar sometime!"

Recoome grinned and stood behind Nega Scott.

"Recoome is sorry, but he thought he heard you say you were about to spar without inviting the five-time champion of the Pirate Wrestling League."

Ginyu, meanwhile, was poking Kirby.

"Aye, he's made 'a some kinda sweets."

Batman couldn't believe his fortune, though there were stranger things to believe in.

One of these things was the fact that the Soviet Union was under the command of a man from space. An indestructable, omniscient, unstoppable force for the Warsaw pact, who was doing everything in his power to ensure that no facet of the world would be up to mankind to decide. Together with the ambassador of Paradise Island, the beautiful and powerful Wonder Woman, the Super Man had turned the Cold war up to boiling point, and who stood in his way? In the CIA, the supposedly genius incompetent Lex Luthor, within the soviet inner circle, the envious murderer Pyotr Roslov, and on the streets, the Batman's own terrorist cell.

For twenty five years, they had slowly chipped away at the steel chest of Superman, until at long last, Luthor cracked the solution. 'Strange visitor from another planet!' 'Last son of a dying world!' Everything needed to defeat Superman could be found in those sentences. Luthor had analysed the spacecraft Superman arrived in at infancy, and created sun lamps to mimic the red sun of Superman's homeworld. Batman was put on the task of putting Superman in the right place and time.

Wonder Woman's lasso of truth was the greatest tool of domination ever devised. Wonder Woman had used it many times to step over the people of 'mans world'. It gave Batman some satisfaction binding her with it, knocking her off her high horse like never before. But nothing parralleled the feeling of what came next. Superman, naturally, followed like a rat to the bait, given the right signals. When Batman turned on the sun lamps, the arrogance radiated off the red caped paragon. That is until Batman landed his first punch. It felt like nothing on earth, beating down a God. The exhilaration, mixed with righteous fury, gave Batman an incredible rush. But Batman couldn't enjoy it much over the constant tide of rage, one that had been waiting to bubble up since he was but a child.

Now, Batman dragged Superman across the snow-covered ground of the Siberian Death Camp. The door of the basement was wide open. Within was more food than had been available to the bourgeois during Stalin's own corrupt regime. "You should never have come here, Superman! You should have died on your own world and kept your alien fingers out of human affairs! We aren't your toys or pets you can train to do whatever you please! We're people! Human beings!" With a heave, Batman tossed the alien down the stairs. "Maybe now you'll appreciate what that means!"

Wonder Woman cried out in horror: "Great Hera! You can't condemn him to spend the rest of his life locked up in there like an animal!"

"What's the alternative? Just putting him out of his misery once and for all?" Batman applied the chain to the hatch handles. "He can't be allowed to interfere anymore, Wonder Woman. Locking him up is the humane solution."

Batman applied the lock to the door. This was finally it. After this, there would be a human man in charge of the communist regime, one that could be more easily wiped out than an extraterrestrial demigod. It would give Batman great pleasure, as well, once he'd torn the current successor limb from limb and finally avenged his parents... Wonder Woman had gone quiet. Was it possible that she was listening, using her superhuman hearing to talk with Superman. He turned to her, to find her struggling, a tear dripping down her face. A pallor of dread spread over Batman. That manipulative, otherworld bastard. He was convincing her to break her bonds, no, to break her own lasso. If it didn't break her arms trying, then the shock to her system...her mind might never recover...surely she couldn't...

"NNNNNARGH!" Wonder Woman broke through her constraints, tearing through the legendary artifact like so much string, and ran across the freezing wasteland.

"WONDER WOMAN! NO!" cried Batman moments before getting effortlessly knocked to one side.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, LITTLE MAN!" screamed the amazonian princess. She tore the power generator for the lamps clean off the ground, and held it high above her head as she kicked off into the air.

"He's using you! Don't you understand?!" called Batman in vain, "All he cares about is the power! DIANA!" But it was too late. Soon, the only red light was from the molten machinery dropping down. "Oh, Jesus..."

THRAAK-KOOM

Like a nuclear rocket in biped form, the muscle bound titan in black and red burst out of the depths. He hovered over Batman, glowing x-ray eyes set in a superior glare. "No more tricks, Batman. No more solar lamps or magic lassos. Just a few hours brain surgery and a job in a Moscow Bank for you. Now tell me: Who set me up?"

Hunched, defeated, but ever proud and defiant, Batman met Superman's gaze coldly. "Come now, Superman. Surely you know I'd rather matyr myself for the cause than end my days as one of your ridiculous Superman Robots. Why else would I have swallowed a bomb before we went head-to-head?" Slowly, Batman took out his wire detonator, holding it high with his thumb on the trigger. "Oh, and by the way. It was Pyotr who betrayed you."

Then all was whiteness.

Batman awoke with a yelp. For a brief moment, his mind was a murky blur of confusion. Why was he waking up? Was it a dream? He knew that confrontation had jsut happened, clear as day. He swore he'd pushed the button and felt his body go up in a crescendo of fire, staining the siberian snow and the man of steel red. So why was he here, opening his eyes? Was he in a hospital? No hospital was this dark and gloomy.

There was the sound of talking. He rolled onto his side, and found himself looking at the strangest group of people he'd ever seen. All were dressed in an assortment of nonsensical clothes, each more contrasting than the last. From a young man in a brown business suit, to a teenager in what might have been middle aged asian clothes, to...an animate pink ball. He felt like Alice plonked in front of the people of wonderland, if Alice were middle aged, from a poor russian background, and with a thing for nocturnal animals.

The people in the cell might notice the new arrival lying on the ground. He was dressed as some kind of bat-themed super hero, only decked with ammunition holders, leather boots and gloves, and a rather fetching Ushanka built into his cowl. He stared at the group, bleary and bewildered, yet as grim as humanly possible.

"...Bozhe moi..."

edited 12th Jun '12 3:17:11 PM by LizardOfAus

Rock then noticed someone........someone incredibly familiar......

Batman would then see the human looking robot in blue run up to him, knocking over some of the others, and then holding him in a suffocating hug. "Batman!" he said. "Its so good to see you here!" Despite the robot being a bit shorter than the Dark Knight, Rock still managed to lift him up a good foot off the ground.

After several second, Mega Man put the Russian down on the ground. "How come you're wearing your Russian cover attire?" Rock asked. "I never you were working a case with Justice League Russia! I thought you were still back in Gotham covering that latest Scarecrow case."

Batman's mind came into focus as the strange blue suited boy squeezed him and lifted him off the ground. As he was set back down, he shoved both the boy's arms away and glared at him.

"What in god's name are you talking about?" he said brusquely, in a thick russian accent that sounded unnervingly genuine. "...Have we met before?"

After Batman shoved Mega Man away and spoke, the Blue Bomber blinked. The Dark Knight was fluent on many different languages and even practiced a few accents just in case. Still, Rock knew Bruce's Russian accent never sounded that good.

"Oh geez, this is so embarassing!" Rock said, scratching the back of his head. "This is the second time in probably an hour, I'm terribly sorry! I'm actually from another dimension, different from yours," the robot explained.

Sokka looked at Zuko's hand for a few moments, before shaking it, glaring at the masked man. He mouthed something that sounded like "stay away from me", and the Doctor once again turned back to PIPBOY, who finally processed the orders that had been given to him:

"Oh! I have a room just for that! I call it the Fight Room. It's really big, and full of non-lethal training weapons. Let me just load up the map!"

PIPBOY's face disappeared for a moment as it was replaced by a map of the ship. It first pinpointed the room everyone was in- which was apparently the control room- and started zooming out, showing thousands and thousands of corridors and doors:

"I run on an infinite system! Which means, there's always space for one more room! Don't worry about getting lost, though. The good thing about an an infinite system is these cool thought processing corridors. Once you enter any of the corridors, the ship will know which room you want to go! Then, it shifts around the corridors, so you'll reach the desired room in just a few seconds! And every room has a sign near it, so there's no way you can get lost!"

The Doctor stared in disbelief at the giant face, and then laughed:

"... That... that is amazing! Do you have a research room?"

"Yes, sir, mister Captain! And you can contact me from any of the corridors or rooms. Just find the nearest PIPBOY console and you can talk with me wherever you are! You can also talk with other people through these consoles."

"Well, folks, if you don't mind, this Doctor is going to the research room, to find out more about this Wish creature. So, feel free to mingle and... have a look around!... PIPBOY, are there any sleeping rooms? Beds, that kind of stuff?"

"Yes, sir! One room with bunk beds, bathrooms and more for the men, one room with normal beds, bathrooms and more for the women, and one room with just any kind of bed for any genderless creatures!"

"Fascinating..."

Sokka simply watched as the Doctor continued to analyse every nook and cranny in the control room, and decided to follow the weird metal boy and the pirate into the "fight room", hoping that the Blue Spirit would follow him. There was something weird about Blue... and he wanted to find out who was behind that mask.

""Ah well, ok then. Guess not everyone can be awesome. I think I can see a few more game characters." Scott went to walk off when Recoome spoke. Turning around, Scott looked up at the man and grinned. "Come join in. It'll be like a real life fighter game!" His grin didn't reach his eyes, which stayed hard and cold.

"What do you keep going on about video games for, man?" said Combo, approaching Scott. "Hey, Fulgore, come over here."

The robot walked over, making loud CLANK sounds as he went.

"What is it?" said Fulgore.

"I want to see if this Scotty here recognizes either of us," said Combo. "Okay, man, what video game are Fulgore and I from, if any?"

"Hm... Right! Can you make a garden or a greenhouse for me? I want to plant a garden." Maria asked politely, rummaging around her belt for pouches of various assorted seeds. Fire Flowers, Red Mushrooms, and various other itemized seeds shuffled about in her possession. "I need to plant some flora that'll help me out here."

Zuko followed Prince's departure with his eyes, staying in place, before turning slowly and walking behind the rest. He secured his mask self-consciously and inspected his swords before sheathing them once again. Whatever would happen in that room, it wouldn't be peaceful negotiations.

Scott squinted at the two figures before him, trying to match them with the images in his head. "Huh... you look familiar, you'd be out of a fighting game for sure. Oh, I think I remember now! It was an arcade game rip-off of Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat. Killer Instant I think. Yeah... didn't like it that much."

Scott began looking closely at the others. Damn! There's a whole bunch of game characters here!" He pointed to each person respectively and began shouting. "There's Kirby! And... a girl Mario? Uh... ooh and Zelda! And Batman! ...Is he wearing a fuzzy hat?"

edited 12th Jun '12 10:44:06 PM by Alleydodger

"Dimension? Wha-"

Then the bizarre hologram appeared out of nowhere and had an animated conversation with the man in the brown suit. Batman looked across the room, full digesting the bizarre scenery and topics.

"...Wait...I think I understand...Either the curators of the afterlife have a strange sense of humour, or an organisation in the far future had the indecency to clone me, or most likely, I am having a fever dream as my brain is slowly dying."

The Masked man reacts to the ushanka-wearing commando with the attractive Russian accent.

"No... This is all real! It's horrible, horrible reality! And what's more, our struggles and tears will naught but entertainment to horrible beings watching and dictating our every move!"

"A Batman with a Russian accent?"

Red Arrow saw the Batman with a bit of disbelief and interest.

"Now this is getting a bit more interesting..."

Batman slapped Athrun Zala, for all the good it did through his helmet. "Get a hold of yourself, man. I'm having enough trouble dealing with this without a doomsaying SWAT patroller."

The slap undoes the Masked man's goggles, causing them to retract and reveal blank white eyes behind the crimson lenses

"You don't understand! Nobody does! It's that THEY want you to believe! THEY want to keep us, their toys ignorant of who exactly is playing with our destinies!"

Batman grabbed his chin and looked him straight in the eye. "Listen to me, boy. Clearly you know nothing of almighty overseers. But even if your delusions prove true, it means almost nothing to me. If I can slip through the fingers of one iron fisted regime, I can do it again with ease. Now shut up."

Scott, excited by what he was seeing, turned to TJ. "This is awesome! I can't believe I'm seeing Batman shake someone down! Shame none of the X-Men are here too."