Welp. I'm doing it.
I don't know why I'm doing it. And I'm already regretting it.
I guess I just need something to take my mind off things, and an excuse to get out of bed.
Anyway this, as you have likely read, is to be a DC/Mega Man crossover! With a slight SI twist to it. Well, maybe more OC-SI, I don't know.
Also, I MIGHT add another series to the crossover. But that's a big might. I'll need to think on it. I can't just toss it in because I have a soft spot for it.
Though, It might not last nearly as long as I would like. I may know a lot about Mega Man, but the DC universe? Not as much as I would like.
Not to mention how many creatures, deities, and the like that could just laugh at the robots. Seriously DC universe has actual gods, What does Mega Man have? Top Man? Spring Man?
In fact, this might be dead before it takes off. If so, I would like to blame NexusTheDark and Satire Swift for inspiring me with their stories, A Fate Woven in Steel and Assimilation respectively, to do even this much.
And also possibly Yung Warrior for the encouraging words.
So, if I were to give specifics, the Mega Man side is going to be the classic series, with a few bits of the Archie comic too. The DC side? It's going to be a mixed bag. Meaning, let's just throw ideas in a pile and watch the mayhem.
And to be honest I should get a partner in on this for the DC stuff.
Anyway, let's get this train wreck rolling.

EDIT: Also I'm posting this on Spacebattles too. Just an FYI.

EDIT2: Also I'll probably keep this labeled as an OC SI, because while I honestly want to make it strictly an SI, I can't because there are some things I feel I wouldn't be able to do here.

Prologue
So It Begins...

Journal Entry #1

Finally, I got my own laptop. A few quick (read: hours) of checking it for any spy equipment shows it's clean. Among, a few other tests I'd rather not waste time detailing.

Time to start therapy.

All right, so, how many of you out there believe in reincarnation?

I didn't. Not at first anyway. And yet, here I am, in a new world, with a new name.

I suppose I should explain what exactly happened right?

Well it's simple, I died.

Look, I don't know how to explain it alright?! My memory of the event is all fuzzy, blurred even. It's there but it's just out of reach.

And it's bloody frustrating, having this blurred mess of memories, but you can't make out who, what, where, or even how much time passed between the obvious gap. It's like, one minute I was watching TV, then all this blurred shit happened, and then I wake up in my new five-year-old self!

Okay, I'm getting off track. So what new and exciting life am I in now?

DC comics.

Wait, no one here would know what that is. Okay short version, this universe is just a glorified comic book in my old life.

Stop reading now so you can wrap your head around that.

I didn't want to believe it but the truth was plastered all over the place.

Metropolis, Superman, Daily Planet, I'm using a freaking Lex Corp. branded laptop!

So naturally my inner child was all "Oh joy! I can be a hero!" But naturally, things never go how you wish. I learned that the hard way in my first life, so I'm not going to be stupid enough to play hero.

Of course, there's still some other problems even if I choose not to get involved with hero's and villains.

Okay, yeah, that line sounds stupid. Avoiding all the heroes and villains is downright impossible.

First problem; I have no idea what continuity I'm in. I used to be a total nerd for this comic stuff, but that was when I was much younger in my old life. So, I'm flying relatively blind here. Fun!

Second problem; I can't get attached to anyone. If I do, that's easy villain bait. Well, that idea died as fast as it came up.

See, I was, apparently, adopted by my grandparents at a young age. They reminded me of my old ones so much, my god they are so sweet and caring and I love them to death!

Erm, anyway, then there are a few of my colleagues at school. Well, I say colleagues, but honestly they aren't enrolled at my school. They're foreign exchange students. Is that the right term?

Whatever, bottom line, I've already screwed that up. Which you would think would be impossible given my track record for dealing with..."people".

And the last problem; I can't exercise. Well, okay not entirely accurate. I can exercise, I just can't get muscles. Or was it I can't overextend my training?

Ugh... I don't remember the details okay? Back when I had the bright idea to learn how to defend myself, I asked to take karate lessons. And I started feeling faint during one of the more intensive lessons. Next thing I know, I'm in a hospital bed, being told by a doctor that I have some sort of condition.

While I was still drowsy, and barely able to pay attention to what he was saying.

Good lord I felt terrible for making everyone worry. I never felt so guilty over something beyond my control before.

Okay, getting off track again, uhhh, I think the doctor called it lethargic neuromuscular decay or something...

Point being, I can't expect to get into shape to take on a group of bank robbers. Or at least, not as fast as I would have hoped.

And considering just about every criminal I've seen on TV is pretty much ripped with muscles, Or built like a tank, that's a big problem.

I mean, I could still probably punch someone's lights out after a few tries.

So my plans on dealing with villains go like this-

"This is stupid..."

I immediately begin to delete the text document from my computer. I leaned back and began to contemplate if making a journal was even a good idea.

Sure, it was therapeutic, but it hardly helps enough where it counts. Plus, that's evidence for villains to use. Or to just put me in Arkham.

I can still recall that dream-like blur, that piece of my memory that holds the answer to my current situation. It's taunting me, reminding me of all my hard work in my old life, all that struggling, gone to waste.

Now I'm here, where "normal" people are stepped on and used by who knows how many villains.

And our only saving grace are the heroes who could, and have in several instances, become next weeks tyrant?

Oh sure, it was every kids dream to land in a world like this, mine tentatively included. But, at least I knew how dangerous this place could be and grew out of that phase.

SO WHY AM I HERE?!

In a place where normal people are just sheep!?

The door to my room creaked open. I turned and was greeted by my Nana. All my rage, frustration, and venomous thoughts grinding to a halt.

"Albert? Why are you up already?"

I blinked, starting to relax a little, before slouching back into the computer chair.

"Couldn't sleep."

She gave me a concerned look.

"Is it because of that Elm-something movie? I told you not to watch it!"

Putting it lightly. My paranoia about Dr. Destiny, or any other villain who uses dreams to attack people is still strong. Nightmare on Elm Street isn't anything but a reminder of that fact.

"I'm sorry Nana. I wouldn't have if it wasn't for school."

On that note, who the hell assigns a horror movie for study on the human subconscious?! Over spring break no less?!

"I know, I know..."

She sighed.

"Breakfast will be ready soon. And remember you go back to college tomorrow. So, don't forget to finish packing your school supplies. And try to get some sleep tonight too."

"Yes Nana, I'll be down soon then."

Satisfied, she turned and left.

I sighed.

"I'm a bloody mess..."

I know I shouldn't think this way, I know I should have more faith in my heroes.

But am I really wrong in my paranoia? Being able to know what could possibly happen in the future, among other things?

If it got out to the villains that I know the secret identities of several heroes, big name heroes at that, I'd be skinned alive for what I know. And if the heroes learned it, I'd be tossed into a special cell and kept from the public.

Okay maybe a few heroes would protest, maybe Clark which is a big maybe, (Call me pessimistic on that) but I'm pretty sure most of them would be more than happy for my total incarceration.

Hell some of them can read minds as easily as breathing!

Okay, calm down before you lose your mind again.

Simply put; no one must know what I know. I shouldn't dwell on what I can't do. Especially since I shouldn't care.

People are all just conceited assholes at heart. They only care about what they want, and put up a mask of compassion, understanding, and sympathy to keep from making their greedy desires from becoming impossible to reach. Or, in this reality, they become villains to cruelly step on any who dare deny them what they want.

I start to hyperventilate.

"Albert! Breakfast is ready!" Nana yelled.

I take slow deep breathes.

"O-okay Nana! I'll be right down!"

Focus! Focus on the present!

On your dreams...

A quick walk downstairs and I could smell my breakfast before I saw it.

A brief turn down the hallway, and I'm suddenly in a surprisingly powerful hug.

"Gah!" Can't breathe!

"There's my lil' Wily coyote!" Came a gravely voice.

"H-hi... Poppy..." I strained.

That prompted my old man to finally let me breathe. Satisfied at the damage he caused, (Good lord my back!) Poppy walked over to the kitchen table.

"I thought I told you not to call me that..." I mumbled, and began taking my seat.

Breakfast went by relatively well. Some small talk, and eventually the tiny (emphasis on tiny) box TV is turned onto the news.

"-Despite the damages, Lex Luthor has offered his services to the repair and relief effort after the creatures rampage-"

I rolled my eyes.

"-Needless to say, another day is saved thanks to Superman."

"Seems like our city is quite popular lately." I muttered off-handedly, as I finish breakfast.

After breakfast, and washing the dishes, came the usual routine. Brush my teeth, take a shower, note how my hair has grown longer in the mirror and feel annoyed at how, for some reason, it grows outward at the sides of my head.

Clearly, I'm secretly a meta-human with the power to grow hair in impossible ways!

Anyway, a quick change of clothes and I start to head outside to the tool shed.

But not before taking a quick glance at the city in the distance.

Metropolis.

I think any DC fan can tell you, out of all the cities you want to avoid, Metropolis is the...

Umm... Second worst? Okay so I'm no expert, but c'mon! Superman deals with some of the worst in terms of raw destructive power!

And I'm living on the outskirts, practically at arms reach, of the city.

...Though it does look pretty during the sunrise...

It could be worse. I could be in Gotham.

With a weary sigh, I walk into the shed.

And it's still bloody dark in here.

A brief bit of fumbling for the light switch, I'm rewarded, and the lights come on.

Tools and metal pieces are scattered about on the workbenches. An old-style motorcycle in one corner, and pieces of a 1969 Mustang in another.

That brings back some pleasant memories. I remember Poppy teaching me how to fix up a few of his old bikes back during the summer.

On the table however, is my current project.

A few schematics lay about the table, a flashlight, a spare construction helmet, some screws, springs, and bolts as well.

And one, small, cartoonish robot. Barely any bigger than a basketball.

I may have... lied... to my grandparents about it being a personal metal works project.

Partly because of the... "other" projects I've tried in the past. Never forget that brave and defenseless toaster...

The other reason is with how strangely natural these ideas came to me. Now I'm not saying I was a complete idiot in my old life, far from it, but I wasn't able to think up robots with plasma based weapons or fusion welders for mouths in actual scientific detail before.

Although, since I couldn't actually attempt to make any of them in the first place, they're probably just the dreaming's of an adolescent.

... Right?

Not that I could make one anytime soon anyhow. This little attempt I'm doing is with random metal scraps and wires that were stored here. And let me tell you now; making a custom car battery to fit this machine without trouble was a PAIN!

Also note to self: pray that Poppy won't need those parts anytime soon.

Still, I almost have it done.

I just need to put the helmet on, plug in the power cord and flip the switch to jump start the battery.

I'll admit, the inner designs are a lot more... crude... then I would have liked. But, I'm not exactly rich now am I?

In contrast, the programming is much more eloquent, and hopefully won't have too many problems with its simplistic design. It better not anyway, I spent painful hours working on it!

Probably should have built it legs and feet too, but oh well.

I place the helmet on my creation and plug in the power cable.

This is it. The moment of truth.

I flip the switch.

There's a low hum, as power begins to surge into my robot.

Followed shortly by a distinct sound of glass shattering.

And then everything goes pitch black.

…

Did... a-am I alive still?

Shit, did I cause a power surge again?

"ALBERT!" Came my grandparents outburst.

Well, that answered that.

"I CAN FIX IT!"

Right, where is that bloody flashlight?

Some minor fumbling that totally did not result in me tripping over my own two feet, I grab the flashlight.

Now for the Power box.

Okay I don't the technical name for it, but basically this thing is like a mix between a circuit breaker and a fuse box.

Who makes this crap?

Whoever designed this house clearly didn't think things through. Who puts the circuit breaker in the tool shed away from the house? I thought as I start replacing the broken fuse with the last spare.

I foresee a shopping trip... wonderful... I groused.

"And lo, let there be... LIGHT!"

With one flip of the switch, the power came back on.

I let out a breathe of relief, only to tense when I remembered the last lecture I got from causing a blackout. Not looking forward to that.

"Met."

I froze. Turning around to face the table, and am greeted by a pair of ridiculously big eyes looking at me from under a hard hat.

I blinked.

It blinked in return.

"Metmet."

It shook itself loose from the power cable... somehow... and started looking around the shed.

You'd think something without legs or feet would be unable to move around any, but you'd be surprisingly wrong. It was moving around like a slug. Only not as slow. Maybe it would be best to say it's more on par with a centipede.

Still, this is a major breakthrough.

I can't help but smile. I just might be on to something!

"M-met!"

The tiny robot cried out as it slid to far to the edge and fell off the table. Now it's stuck on it's... back? Head? Whatever.

I walk over and pick the poor thing up with one hand.

"Well, now all I need is to name you."

"Met?"

I ponder for a minute. It keeps saying "Met" so...

"How about Metall?"

It blinked at me.

"Actually would that be racist? Hmm... Mettool? No, that's worse. Sounds like I treat you like a slave. Mettenna? Okay that's just stupid."

I snap my fingers in a eureka moment.

"Mettaur!"

It just lowers its eyelids as if to say "Really? You're going with that?".

I scowled. "Okay smart guy, you pick."

"Metmet, met-et."

"Fine, Mettall it is." I said in defeat.

I then got giddy, I can't wait to show it off to the others! I turn to leave, planning on packing this thing to take with me.

I then stop and stood dumbfounded when I realized something.

"Did I just understand you?"

"Mehhht?" It said, sounding confused as to why that's surprising.

Okay, what the hell...

After some careful maneuvering to avoid my grandparents from noticing my creation, (read: totally got caught) the rest of the day went by relatively quickly. One harsh lecture, one explaination, and the rest of the day spent packing up my stuff, I was already off to the college campus.

I had hoped we would have had an extra day off so I could sleep in for tomorrow, considering a monster and/or meta-human went on a rampage, but no.

The drive there was longer than usual, as one would expect. During the drive, I let my mind wander to a very dangerous place.

Continuity.

I've kept a careful eye on what happened over the years, in the hopes that I could figure out if this is a parallel earth or not.

I do NOT want to deal with the crime syndicate!

But the events I hear are very, and I mean VERY, out of order.

The Justice League hasn't started yet since my rebirth, (still very weird to think that) so the jury is still out on whether they become corrupt tyrants yet. Doomsday hasn't appeared yet, that's a plus in my book. Luthor is still evil, I think. Hawkman is a thing, so, there probably won't be any Thanagarian occupation.

... Pretty sure there's a better way to describe that...

Okay, well, Darkseid doesn't seem to have started Intergang yet from what I could find, so that's good. I don't think the Martians are extinct but J'onn is on earth currently with his niece. According to the few threads online, Superman helped rescue them from some parasitic aliens when they crash landed. And I assume helped them find a place to lay low. Figure that one out...

Oh yeah, Supergirl started showing up, so I guess she finally crash landed too.

And Cadmus recently started up. Almost as if it was in response to the super family extending.

I start pulling into the parking lot near campus, letting out a weary sigh. Honestly, with all the cape related news, it's a miracle I have about three pages worth of DC events that are common place among the reboots.

Okay maybe I should go back to ignoring it. I feel a panic attack coming on. Just worry about it later, when you can actually defend yourself.

I start to get out and grab my stuff.

Then I came to the awkward realization that I had no real way to sneak my Met onto campus.

Only to find out the fight DID happen near campus. Although, all it did was knock the power out. Which means all the security cameras and metal detectors are offline.

Life can be so sweet sometimes.

So I started digging out my bags for my little friend in a nice secluded area. While the cameras may be offline, my paranoia is still telling me to steer clear of them.

Last thing I need is to be scouted by Luthor.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

I jumped, quickly turning around in panic.

And I'm greeted by three very familiar faces. A tall man with brown messy hair, glasses, and the makings of a full beard and mustache, given the hair that's starting to grow in.

The other was a rather bulky man, with black messy hair and a goatee. A little on the short side but not by much.

The last one was a woman with some thin glasses. And natural purple hair tied into a bun. Yes, it's naturally purple. Somehow...

After a brief moment, I scowled. "Damnit Mikhail! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

Mikhail gave a hearty chuckle. "Sorry. But you make it so easy, what with your shifty behavior."

"Same boat as Mikhail actually." Came a second response from Pedro.

I scowled. "What do you all take me for?" I then turned to Noele. "And what about you? What's your excuse?"

I know it's all light teasing among friends. Which is why I'm failing to keep a smirk off my face.

"I just wanted to know if you apologized to Ami yet."

Way to kill my good mood Noele.

"Apologize for speaking the truth?" I said. When she glared in response, I sighed. "Yeah, I did. Multiple times. I don't think it stuck though."

"Yes it did." Came a reply from behind.

I jumped and whirled around. A woman with long black hair reaching her back, with her arms crossed. Ami just had this deadpanned stare before turning to the others and smirking.

"You should have seen him, no matter how many times I said 'I forgive you' he wouldn't stop." She said. Then she put he arms out on the nearby table.

"And he just got on his hands and knees, and started bowing repeatedly going 'Please forgive me!'" She then repeated my embarrassing gesture.

The others were practically on the floor, laughing at this.

I groaned. "Why am I in trouble for speaking the truth again?"

They started to sober up at my question, though the grins were still there.

"Because of how you make everything sound like a conspiracy out to get us." Mikhail said. "Spy satellites that read minds? Superman, AKA 'the boy scout' turning into a tyrant and overthrowing the government?"

He then gestured to Ami. "Supernatural forces that will kill all plant life? Honest to god magic?"

"It's not like I wanted to pass on my paranoia!" I argued

I could do without you reminding me of my mistake too Mikhail.

"You know he has a point." My defense came from Ami of all people.

That caused everyone else to turn to her in confusion.

"We live in an age where heroes and villains are the norm. Normal people gaining superhuman abilities, giant monsters appearing out of nowhere, and aliens, honest to god ALIENS, are crashing down and joining earths population because they have no other way home." She took a deep breathe.

"Is it really so far fetched at this point to believe there are forces out there beyond our control?"

Nobody really knew how to respond to that.

"Ami..." I started, feeling very dumbfounded.

"I am now very worried about your mental health."

She bristled. "Oh thanks ass! Here I am defending you and that's my thanks?!"

Well, considering how much of a mess I am, I'm worried it's contagious.

"I-I'm sorry!" I yelped.

"Oh don't start that again!" She yelled.

Everyone around us burst into laughter.

After a few moments I let a true smile crawl onto my face.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I asked.

"Good question." Noele asked. "Maybe because we wanted to prove you wrong."

"About what?"

"That not everyone is out to get you for starters." Mikhail said. "I still remember how paranoid you acted when you first got here." He chuckled.

"Well, excuse me for being suspicious of a 'friendly' group of foreign exchange students- That came out very wrong..."

And there's the laughter again.

I sighed. "Look, I learned very early that not everyone is kind without reason. Like say wanting something in return."

"Then what does that make us?" Ami asked.

Which reminded me of... something I had forgotten so long ago.

She patted my shoulder as she sat down next to me on the bench.

"I didn't do this because I wanted something." She said. I wasn't paying much attention though. Too busy devouring the food placed in front of me.

"You were starving, so I helped. It's only natural. What could I have wanted that only you have?" She asked.

I just shrug in response. No time for talking, need more food!

"So then tell me; if you honestly think everyone only acts kind to get something, and I just completely disproved that, what does that make me?"

I swallow what was left in my mouth as I turn to her. The answer was obvious...

"... Freaks of nature." I said with a wide smirk, as I let the memory fade.

Do not cry, do not cry, DO NOT CRY!

There was a faint "Met" that came from my backpack.

"What was that?" Pedro asked.

"Oh right! I forgot, I wanted to show you something." I turn around and open up my bag. "I finally made a breakthrough!"

"Really? The first year made a breakthrough in robotics?" Noele asked.

"Finally living up to your namesake, huh Wily?" Mikhail snidely remarked.

"Says the man named after a dance!" I retorted. I finally managed to grab my creation.

"Trust me, you'll like it."

Author's Notes
Oh my god! Okay first off, I wrote this whole thing in a text document thinking I could post it to the thread, but no. I had to copy/paste it! Then, the fucking spacing issues alongside the italic and bold font I had to manually fix when posting this to the thread! It was a nightmare! And then the draft didn't save so I had to go back and do it all AGAIN!
Finally done! Honestly I was hoping to get this done before Christmas and I did!
This might seem a bit much, but the prologue is supposed to be the staging ground. You know, to set everything up. So I may have gotten carried away with my ideas.
(Oh who am I kidding, it's a clusterfuck)
I'll hopefully make the actually chapters more coherent.
And yes, It's a story where Dr. Wily is a hero. I had to make it like that, because there's already TWO Dr. Light characters in the DC universe! I could make him go villain, but I'd run out of ideas way too fast.
Plus, what's the point of having Wily if there's no Mega Man to stop him?
So I ended up mixing the Light and Wily together instead.
And here I was hoping I wouldn't be borrowing ideas from NexusTheDark, but my hand was forced on this one.
Oh, yeah and in case it wasn't obvious, this is also a little stab at the whole reincarnation thing.
Seriously, no one wants to here about how you were conscious while literally being reborn! It's disgusting!
I know I said up top I didn't want to, but these ideas of mine would not go away! You ever had that? An idea swimming in your head that won't go away until you actually do something with it? Or something that is much better when you think about it, but may or may not get watered down when you actually try to make it reality?
That's what I think I'm suffering from. So I'll just keep going I guess. See how far this takes me.