Hunters of Justice (RWBY/DC)

Chapter 35: Across the Fifth Dimension

November 25th, 8:00 A.M. (Eastern Standard Time)

Metropolis, New York, United States of America

Normally, mornings in Metropolis could be considered peaceful. Sure, crime occurred as with any major city, and it had more than its share of supervillains who prowled the streets, but it wasn't as oppressive as it was in Gotham City. It was a quality that RWBY and JNPR had come to appreciate.

Unfortunately, someone had decided that today was the day to shatter that peaceful image.

"HAHAHA!" a blue-skinned woman with blue hair and a black skintight suit that had a lightning-bolt shaped gap in the middle of her chest laughed as she floated above the streets, drawing electricity from signs and light poles from all around her. Sparks filled the air and the citizens screamed in fright as they ran for cover, trying their best to avoid the wild arcs of electricity that burned the pavement as they went.

"Oh, man! I haven't had this much juice in a long time!" the woman exclaimed as she finished draining the electricity, then flexed her arm upward towards her face. She wiggled her fingers, letting tiny electrical arcs shoot between them before closing her fist with a faint pop and blue flash. Then, with a wild smile on her face, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Look out, Metropolis! Livewire's back on the scene!"

Livewire laughed again, rising higher into the air as several squad cars and APCs arrived, each one having the words "Metropolis Special Crimes Unit" written on their doors. They skidded to a halt, the sides of the vehicles facing towards her and giving the arriving officers a modicum of cover. Resting their weapons against the cars, they aimed at Livewire, who stared at them from above like a hungry predator, a confident smirk on her face.

"Willis, that's enough!" the squad captain shouted at the top of his lungs. "Come quietly or we will open fire!"

Rather than respond, Livewire merely pursed her lips and tapped her chin as though she was seriously considering their request. Then she smiled wickedly before thrusting her arms towards the police officers, firing multiple steams of electricity into the vehicles. The police were barely able to dive away as the cars exploded, leaving them laying on the ground with their hands covering their heads.

"Screw that!" she announced, angling herself as though she was laying across a sofa while still being in midair. "I just got here. Why would I stop now when the fun hasn't even started?"

"Open fire!" the captain responded as he recovered, aiming his rifle and firing towards the supervillain. His fellow officers followed suit, firing their weapons at Livewire as well. Instead of being alarmed, Livewire merely pouted as the bullets were harmlessly disintegrated by the ionized field surrounding her. As the gunfire continued, she yawned while covering her mouth with her hand, only for manned turrets to come out of the top of the vans and aim towards her. They each fired tethers that wrapped around her body, and the supervillain felt her energy begin to drain away.

Gritting her teeth, she struggled to free herself, but the wires were too tight. She tried zapping the APCs and the officers with bolts of electricity, but she found that to be ineffective as well. Both the vehicles and the officers' armor were designed to insulate and ground electricity. Coupled with the wire tether sucking her dry, Livewire realized that if she didn't get out of there, she'd be done for. Part of her felt she should simply try to brute force it, but as she saw the dead LED billboard she had just drained, she had an idea and smirked.

Before the officers could react, Livewire turned into a bolt of electricity that went into the billboard. The gunfire stopped and the wires fell to the ground while the officers swiveled their heads around to try and find her. At the same time, the remaining lights for the next few city blocks began to flicker, then the billboard she had disappeared into sprung back to life. To the officers' surprise, it displayed a giant animation of Livewire lounging in a pose that emphasized her legs, and she was yawning as though she was bored.

"Oh, you boys done?" she rhetorically asked, smirking slightly as the officers nervously stepped back. "What's the matter, not feeling up to the task today? Don't worry, it happens to everybody."

Her smile widened, then Livewire reemerged back above the streets behind the officers. She threw her arms back and gathered electricity in her hands, fully prepared to unleash it upon her foes. Realizing what she was about to do, the officers inside the vehicles bailed while the others turned and ran, hoping that they could get to safety in time before retaliating. Livewire watched them flee, and bellowing laughter escaped her throat just as she prepared to fire upon them. Then, much to her surprise, a trio of grenades fired at her from a nearby rooftop, exploding and breaking her concentration. The electricity fired off in a wild direction, striking a dead LED billboard and causing it to explode in a shower of sparks.

"What the-?!" Livewire shouted, twisting her head around to try and see where the attack came from.

"Hey!" she suddenly heard a shrill, feminine voice ring out towards her. The supervillain turned her head to behold a lone girl with short orange hair, carrying a rotary grenade launcher in her hands. She was wearing a black and pink-trimmed armored jacket with a white undersuit, a pink skirt around her waist, and white armored leggings that extended into a pair of black boots. Her eyes were obscured by a pink domino mask, one that didn't mask her annoyed aqua-colored eyes. Livewire had no idea who this girl was, but she recognized that kind of getup anywhere.

"Ah, great. Another wannabe superhero, just my luck…" Livewire complained, hanging her head while the girl scowled.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing?!" the girl shouted, causing Livewire to roll her eyes.

"What does it look like? I'm giving Metropolis a taste of my trademark charm and lively personality," Livewire proclaimed, flashing a smile only for the girl to roll her eyes.

"No, I'll tell you what you're doing! You're being a pest and interrupting my birthday party!" the girl declared, stomping petulantly like a child. "I only turn 18 once and I won't let you mess it up!"

Livewire stared at the girl for a moment incredulously, then she sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She then said, "Listen, kid. I don't know if you're new to this whole 'hero' thing—"

"I'm not!"

Livewire ignored her, and continued, "so here's the deal. I'm not the type of girl to hit kids, even annoying ones, so how's about you run along and wait for the Big Man to show up before you get hurt. Okay?"

The two women stared at each other silently for what seemed like an eternity. When Livewire felt her point had been made, she nodded to herself and turned around, prepared to spread more chaos before stopping in her tracks when the girl started up again.

"Oh, I get it. Running scared, I see," the girl declared, causing Livewire to shoot around angrily.

"What?!" she shouted, but the girl continued.

"No, I understand. Don't wanna risk your 'street cred' by getting beaten up by a little girl, now. I mean, this is my first time on patrol in Metropolis so it would be super embarrassing for you to lose to me."

"Now listen here, you little brat!" Livewire growled, small sparks of electricity shooting off of her as she clenched her fists tightly.

"Of course, not that you have much street cred to begin with. You're like a, what, C-list supervillain? I certainly never heard of you, and I only know your name because you felt the need to shout it out to everyone. Which, I totally get. Brand recognition is important in this day and age," the girl stated with a shrug, ignoring how incensed Livewire was getting. At the same time, the SCU officers recovered and maneuvered themselves to surrounded the supervillain, preparing to unload their specially designed weapons and gear upon her.

"C-list?" Livewire asked, her tone of voice dangerously low, and the girl nodded.

"Yeah, C-list. Especially compared to people like Metallo, Parasite, Bizarro. Oh, and Intergang."

"Oh, I am so much bigger than Intergang!" Livewire insisted, electricity shooting off of her in all directions.

"Nah, they have nationwide reach and use Apokoliptic technology in their crimes. You make things tingle," the girl countered with a shrug and lidded stare. Livewire's eye twitched, then she frowned.

"That's it," the supervillain growled, floating closer to the girl. "I was going to let you off easy, but after that, you're dead. When I'm done with you, all you'll feel is oblivion!"

"That, or disappointment, C-lister. Go ahead, flip that coin," the girl shot back. Livewire scrunched up her face, barely able to contain her rage before shouting at the top of her lungs and firing every bit of stored electricity she had into the girl. Part of her felt it was a tad bit overkill, but she had pissed her off so much that she no longer cared.

"Does this feel like a tingle to you, brat?!" Livewire asked, laughing boisterously she unleashed everything she had. But, to her surprise, rather than feeling screams of agony and pain, she instead heard a satisfied hum.

"Oh yeah, that feels great!" the girl insisted.

"Huh?" Livewire mumbled, stopping her attack to look at the girl again.

Rather than writhing in pain like she expected, or even being outright disintegrated, the girl was still standing tall and proud. A manic smile was spread across her face and there was a wild look in her eyes that made Livewire float back slightly in trepidation.

"How are you still…" Livewire asked, and the girl's smile somehow widened and she stepped forward. Then her grenade launcher transformed into a large two-handed hammer, and the girl crouched down.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's Pink Lightning," she declared. "I have the power to absorb electricity and make myself stronger. Thanks for the power boost, by the way. It felt amazing."

Livewire stared at the aptly named hero as her muscles crackled with arcs of pink energy, the supervillain's eyes wide and her mouth agape in shock. She barely had time to mutter, "Ah, crap," before the Pink Lightning shot forward, and in the blink of an eye, she felt the hammer slam across her chest. Then, everything went black.

"Whew, what a rush!" Nora exclaimed as she landed on the street below.

At the same time, Livewire slammed into the street and plowed through it, carving a deep trench that sent cars flying away along with poles and mailboxes. Livewire's momentum was only stopped by her slamming into the wall of a nearby building with enough force to make it collapse. She was buried in rubble, with only her head, feet, and part of her forearms exposed. Some nervous civilians were looking at the unconscious supervillain from inside the building, but Nora merely stowed her weapon away and skipped over. At the same time, she scanned her defeated enemy with her mask, showing that outside of a few broken bones and plenty of bruises, Livewire's injuries weren't life threatening.

"Let's get you out of there," Nora said as she excavated Livewire from the pile of rubble. At the same time, the MPD officers she had saved rushed over, eager to take the supervillain off her hands.

They told her thanks, and after Nora gave a quick salute and smile, she rushed off, grappling back up to the rooftops and away from the area. Once she was far enough away, and as she continued to run, she placed two fingers against her right ear and began to speak.

"Livewire's been taken care of, guys," Nora declared as she leaped across a gap between buildings.

"That didn't take you too long," Ruby pointed out over the comms.

"Well, she did have electricity powers," Nora replied.

"I know."

"Frankly, you are the best person out of all of us to deal with electricity-based enemies," Ren added, to which Nora smiled.

"Yep! You should have seen the look on her face. She was all 'ah-hahaha,' then 'oh no,' then I hit her with my hammer! Ah, fun times." Nora sighed happily as she reached the spot where she had carefully stowed her regular clothes.

"Should I be concerned that you felt taking on a supervillain was 'fun times?'" Weiss asked.

"Do you really need to ask that?" Jaune asked back. Nora took Weiss' ensuing silence as her answer, and with a chuckle she began to change.

At the same time, she thought back to the lead up to her fight, if one could call it that, with Livewire. She had been walking around town by herself after her friends ushered her away so that they could prepare for her birthday party. Even after all the crazy things they had dealt with, including the recent body swap shenanigans that only ended the day prior, they still had time to celebrate Nora's birthday. That body swap, however, did delay them, hence why Nora was asked to leave for a few hours, a request to which she happily obliged.

She had barely been out and about for an hour when they picked up a report of a breakout over their scrolls. All of RWBY and JNPR were prepared to intercept once they saw that it was a supervillain who had broken out of Riker's Island, but once they saw it was a woman named Livewire and what her powers entailed, Nora demanded that she take this one. Obviously, that had proven to be the correct decision, and she was riding high.

Once she was fully dressed, Nora carefully placed her costume into an oversized purse she slung over her shoulder, then she hopped down from the building into a deserted alleyway. With a skip in her step and humming a jaunty tune, she made her way back to their apartment, and as soon as she entered the main room she saw what her friends had prepared.

"Happy Birthday!" her friends cheered out from underneath a string of letters that spelt out 'Happy 18th Birthday Nora'. All of them were wearing pointed party hats, and Ruby was blowing into a streamer. Ren, meanwhile, walked up to his childhood friend turned romance with a plate of stacked pancakes in his hand, wearing his pink apron that read 'Please Do Nothing to the Cook.'

"Ah, you guys!" Nora cheerfully said while placing her bag on the floor. "You shouldn't have-give it here!"

Nora quickly snatched the plate of pancakes from her boyfriend's hands, then she noticed a small note was on top of it where the butter usually sat. She used her free hand to grab it and open it up, then she began to read.

"'Ren and Nora, butter together,'" she read aloud, then she smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned towards Ren affectionately. "Aww!"

Ren, with eyes closed, smiled warmly towards Nora as she leaned closer towards him, leaving her mouth open wide. Then, from behind his back, he pulled out a fork with a small square of butter impaled onto it, which he then placed into her mouth so that she could eat it.

November 25th, 11:00 A.M. (Eastern Standard Time)

Metropolis, New York, United States of America

After Nora's birthday party was concluded, which was a relatively quiet affair in contrast to Nora's more excitable personality, all of RWBY and JNPR had to go to work. It wasn't something they particularly wanted to do, except for Weiss who wanted to make up for the 'sick day' she had taken on account of being body swapped with Yang, but they had to do it. At the moment, Blake was back at the Daily Planet building, assisting Lois with typing up her latest article.

"Does 'Man of Steel' have hyphens or not?" Lois asked, her focus on the computer screen before her while her fingers flew across the keyboard.

"I don't think it does," Blake replied. She was currently organizing Lois' notes while at the same time checking her work over for grammatical errors. Not that there were many to begin with, but occasionally things slipped through the cracks. Lois may be the greatest reporter on the planet, in Blake's opinion, but she was only human.

That being said, much of Blake's time was spent focusing on two entirely different things. Of course her main task was simply helping Lois with her job, but at the same time Blake couldn't help but stare at her coworker Clark Kent. By all appearances, he was simply a nice, albeit clumsy, country boy who moved to the big city to make a name for himself. One could be forgiven for believing that the most interesting thing about him was that he was dating Lois Lane and had been doing so for the past few years. Blake knew better, though. She knew the truth.

Clark Kent wasn't just a reporter for the Daily Planet. He was, in fact, Superman. The Man of Steel, the Man of Tomorrow, the strongest, most powerful being on the planet. And he worked nine to five in a desk job. Blake had no idea how to address the Goliath in the room. Should she confront him, or should she respect his privacy and not say anything? What should she tell Lois? She was dating him, so certainly she had the right to know. But would telling Lois before Superman had the chance to only make things worse for them? She did not want to be responsible for a breakup.

"Well, I'm going on lunch," Clark suddenly announced as he stood up from his desk.

"Alright. See you later, Smallville," Lois replied with an absentminded wave while she continued typing. Blake watched Clark go, then she nodded to herself and locked her screen.

"I'm going to eat lunch, too," she declared, then got out of her cubicle and walked after Clark. As she left, she heard Lois say goodbye, then her fellow coworker Cat rush over to whisper to Lois.

"See, I told you. She has a crush on him," Cat insisted.

"I'm telling you, Cat. You're misreading the situation," Lois said. If anything else was said between them, Blake didn't hear it as she left the office completely. She was now in the hallway walking towards the elevator, where she saw Clark waiting for a car to arrive. He heard her as she walked up, and he turned around to smile at her.

"Ah, Blake. You getting lunch, too?" he asked as she walked up and waited with him next to the elevators. She looked up at his smiling face for a moment, then she nodded.

"Yes, I am," she replied, folding her arms in front of her waist and facing the elevator. They stayed there in awkward, at least to her, silence, and when the car arrived and opened they both stepped into it.

"Any idea where you're going to eat?" Clark asked, and Blake shrugged.

"Haven't decided yet," she admitted, glancing up at him. Clark nodded and pursed his lips, then he snapped his fingers.

"There's a diner not too far from here," he offered. "Has the most amazing milkshakes in Metropolis. They're so thick, you need a spoon."

Upon seeing how earnest his face was, Blake couldn't help but roll her eyes and chuckle. Then, without thinking, she said, "If the Man of Steel needs a spoon, I guess they are that thick."

"Hehe, yeah," Clark replied, then both of them froze as they just realized what was said. They stared at the car doors, then slowly swiveled their heads towards each other. The silence between them was deafening, and neither knew just what to say.

Finally, Blake admitted, "I know you're Superman. Figured it out on the first day I got here when she called you Smallville. Everything fell into place after that."

Clark didn't respond at first, then he sighed and hung his head.

"Alright. Guess I'll be joining you for lunch to answer any questions you have," he replied.

"I would appreciate that, thank you."

Both Blake and Clark sat opposite each other in the diner. It was a quaint little restaurant, a little slice of small town ambiance right in the middle of the largest city in the United States. She could understand completely why Clark Kent, Smallville native, would be drawn to this place.

She also found that he was not exaggerating about those milkshakes, which she was reminded of when she shoveled other spoonful into her mouth.

"Told you," Clark said as she swallowed the frozen drink. Blake looked at him for a moment then nodded.

"You were right. I did need a spoon," she admitted as she placed her spoon on a folded paper napkin, then she leaned forward to look at him in the eyes. Clark looked right back, and she added, "I honestly don't know where to start."

"Well, we have time," Clark replied. "Fire away."

"Okay…" Blake paused, trying to think of a question, then she asked, "I guess the first is just…why?"

"Why am I a reporter? Why do I not tell Lois? Why didn't I tell you guys?" he suggested, and Blake nodded.

"Yes, that," she stated in a low whisper, careful to make sure no one around them could hear what they were saying. It helped that no one else was sitting near them. "Don't get me wrong. I get the whole 'secret identity and not telling people who you really are' thing. I didn't tell anyone I was a faunus until the end of the first semester, and even then that wasn't really by choice. Not to mention it would be hypocritical of me to complain about you being a reporter when I'm one as well, but…"

"You don't understand why I choose to be a reporter and not be Superman full-time?" Clark quietly asked. After a moment, Blake nodded and Clark sighed. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then he looked at Blake with a sharpened expression. Somehow, his eyes became more intense without them, and she was enraptured as he spoke.

"I've been doing this for about fifteen years," he began. "Since I started my career at the Daily Planet, really. Of course, I helped out a lot in Smallville, but there wasn't really a whole lot I could do there. So, I moved to Metropolis and became a reporter so that I could be near the action and intervene with little to no questions."

Clark chuckled and shook his head, then admitted, "By 'reporter,' I mean intern. Started around the same time as Lois, actually, which is how we met. I was smitten with her almost instantly, but she wouldn't give me the time of day. Anyway, that was when I started putting on a homemade suit and flew around to help people. As you can imagine, that immediately attracted attention, both good and bad. Every chance I could, I was stopping crimes, saving people, and more."

"You were helping people," Blake whispered, and Clark nodded. Then his smile fell, and he sighed.

"Unfortunately, that didn't last. I was helping so many people that, eventually, they stopped trying to protect themselves. Risks that they normally wouldn't take were taken because they were convinced that I would hear them and swoop in to save the day. Some even deliberately put themselves in harm's way just so they could have a chance to meet me. Crime started going up because of me. When Luthor says Superman makes people complacent, this is what he always points to, and in a way, he was right."

"What did you do?" Blake asked, her eyes wide.

"The only thing I could: I pulled back," he somberly admitted. "I made people realize that I couldn't be everywhere at once, and while I was there to help, they had to help themselves, too. Things stabilized shortly after that, outside of the odd supervillain attack. By the way, good job on handling Livewire."

"That was all Nora," Blake replied with a gentle wave of her hand. "Today's her birthday, by the way."

"Oh, I'll be sure to drop by with a gift," he declared, then continued. "Anyway, that's one of the reasons why I don't just fly around as Superman full-time. Another is that, well, I don't want to be Superman all the time. I like being Clark Kent, reporter to the Daily Planet. It keeps me grounded."

"I understand that," Blake said, her tone sincere. Then she asked, "But why haven't you told Lois? You love her, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Clark insisted, reeling back slightly from her statement.

"Then doesn't she deserve to know?" Blake pointed out. "I understand not telling Perry, Cat, or Jimmy. But Lois is different. I know that our situations aren't exactly the same, but to me, your relationship with Lois isn't all that different than the relationship I have with my team. I didn't tell them I was a faunus or that I used to be part of the White Fang because I was afraid of how they'd react. When the truth finally came out, that deception nearly tore my team apart. Sure, we reconciled, but for a time it looked as through team RWBY was done. I don't want that to happen with you and Lois."

Clark looked at Blake for a moment, then he quietly said, "Look, I just… I'm afraid, okay?"

That admission sent Blake aback. She had not expected the Man of Steel to be afraid of something, and so with a raised eyebrow she asked, "You're afraid? Of what?"

"Afraid of what would happen to her, to us, if she found out," he admitted. "I'm going to tell her eventually, but I don't know what would happen after that. Things are going great right now, but if I tell her and pull her deeper into my life, that might put her in even more danger. Danger I might not be able to protect her from. If she died because of me, I don't think I'd be able to handle it."

"…I see," Blake softly replied, tapping her fingers against the wooden table. A heavy silence fell over the pair, then she added, "Personally, I think that decision should be up to Lois. She's going to find out, eventually, and I wouldn't be surprised if she already knows, or at least suspects it. I've only been around her for a short time, but she strikes me as that type of woman. I can see why you love her."

"Yeah, I do," Clark admitted with a smile, and Blake smiled.

"Take it from me. It's better for her to find out from you than from someone else," she declared. Clark stared at her for a moment, then nodded in a way that told the faunus that he was seriously considering what she was telling him. Then she added, "By the way, you do realize that all those articles you've written about yourself are kind of ethical violations?"

"Ugh, I didn't even want to write those," Clark complained, placing his hand against his forehead. "But I needed the job, so… I tried to be critical of myself."

"I noticed that," she replied, then she chuckled. "It's kind of funny how many times Luthor cites your articles in his criticisms of Superman."

"The irony is not lost on me," Clark admitted with a hearty laugh. He then waved towards the waitress, requesting their check, and before Blake could even pull out her card to pay he stopped her. "No, no. I got this. Think of it as me welcoming you to the Planet. Or a bribe, if that makes you feel any better."

"Mr. Kent, bribing members of the press? You should be ashamed of yourself," Blake said with a smile.

"You're the one taking the bribe," he pointed out through a smile of his own.

Blake couldn't help but laugh, then the waitress returned with Clark's card and the receipt. He took both of them back then got out of his chair, taking his milkshake to go. Blake did the same, eating what was left of her milkshake with a plastic spoon.

"I'm going to have to take Ruby here sometime," Blake admitted. "She loves milkshakes, especially strawberry ones."

"Well, they have a great strawberry milkshake," Clark admitted as they walked the busy streets back towards the Daily Planet building. Blake was about to reply, then they heard a comically loud slurp coming from behind them.

"Oh, I agree! That place is amazing!" a shrill voice declared from right behind their ears. The hairs on the back of Blake's neck stood on end while Clark recognized the voice immediately. Both of them turned around, Clark placing himself in front of Blake protectively as they saw a man drinking a milkshake through a large straw.

"What the…?" Blake muttered as she looked the man over, if she could call him that.

He was easily the strangest looking man she had ever met. He was a diminutive, impish-looking bald man that could have only gone up to her knees. He was wearing an orange suit with purple shoulders, gloves, bowler hat, and shoes, along with a green bowtie around his neck. The only hair he had on his body were his bushy eyebrows and pointed tufts of white hair coming from the sides and back of his head. For whatever reason, it felt odd to look at him, while Clark merely crossed his arms in annoyance.

"Mr. Mxyzptlk," he announced. "Right on time, I see."

"You know it, Supes!" Mr. Mxyzptlk joyfully replied as he tossed the glass carrying his milkshake over his shoulder, where it disappeared into a flurry of bubbles as soon as it hit the concrete.

"Mr. what?" Blake asked, trying and failing to pronounce his name in her head. Then, to her surprise, the imp appeared next to her head and answered her.

"Mr. Mxyzptlk," he repeated. "It's pronounced Mix-yes-spit-lick!"

He emphasized his pronunciation by turning into an actual mixer, then an album of the band Yes, turning back to normal to spit loudly at both Clark and Blake, and finally licking them both at the same time with an oversized tongue that was way too large for his body. Blake recoiled, a sense of disgust washing over her while at the same time wishing that she had Gambol Shroud with her to shoot him with, while Clark just looked resigned.

"What do you want?" he asked, completely unamused.

"To have fun with my favorite third-dimensional being, of course!" Mr. Mxyzptlk cheerfully replied. "Let me tell you, the past three months have been boring. Sure, I've been messing with other versions of you guys to pass the time, but nothing compares, really."

"Other versions?" Blake muttered, now growing alarmed. When Mr. Mxyzptlk fervently nodded, her eyes widened slightly.

"Yep-a-runno! For a fifth-dimensional being such as myself, traversing the boundaries of the Multiverse is child's play," he declared bowing dramatically while taking his hat off his head and thrusting it and his arm to the side. Then he shot his head up towards the faunus and smiled.

"Which is how I met you guys! Let me tell you, seeing you eight in full swing was a treat! There was action!" he declared, then his appearance shifted to something straight out of an 80s action movie, complete with oversized gun that he fired wildly in the air.

"There was drama!" he added, turning himself into a black-and-white actor who was clearly hamming it up for the camera that appeared out of nowhere, hovering around him.

"Romance!" Mr. Mxyzptlk declared while suddenly wearing a flowing white dress that fluttered in the wind while he batted his eyelashes at both Clark and Blake.

"Even mystery!" He then transformed his outfit to look like a stereotypical Sherlock Holmes, walking around Blake and Clark while pretending to look at the ground with a large magnifying glass. Finally, Blake had enough and slapped away the imp as he leaned in with his magnifying glass held up directly into her face, causing his entire body to spin like a top.

To her surprise, his arms came up to stop his head from spinning, but the rest of his body continued to spin. Still smiling, he let go of his head and grabbed the rest of his body, which immediately came to a halt.

"Feisty! I like it!" he said, clearly not caring about the blow at all. Outside of a cartoonishly glowing handprint on his cheek that faded away, there was no sign of injury. Blake's eyes widened in surprise, while Clark's scowl deepened. For a brief moment, his eyes glowed red, but the imp merely placed his finger on Clark's lips while waving his other pointed finger back and forth.

"Uh-uh-uh. You know the rules, Superman. Nothing you do can hurt me, and I'll only leave after you and your new friends here play my game. In fact, allow me to get the rest of the players!" he declared. Before Blake could say anything else, he then backed up and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly there was a flash, and Blake and Clark found themselves on top of a building. A moment later, they heard a pop overhead as a portal came into existence, and out of that portal fell her friends who landed on their backs.

"What and how?!" Yang shouted as she shot to her feet, looking around for any threats. The others did the same, only for them to notice the small floating man above them.

"Great, the gang's all here! Now we can play, together!" he declared.

"Who the heck is that?!" Nora demanded.

"The name's Mr. Mxyzptlk, and I want to play a game," Mr. Mxyzptlk said with a large smile.

"Mr. Mixalot?" Ruby muttered, tilting her head in confusion while the imp shook his head.

"No, not Mr. Mixalot. It's Mr. Mxyzptlk," he corrected, then he flew back with his arms outstretched. "Now then, the rules are simple! I get to run around Metropolis to have my fun, and you guys have to try and stop me. To do that, you have to make me say my name backwards. A little old fashioned, I know, but it's a classic and I'm in the mood for it. Save the more complex stuff for next time."

"Why would we play your game?" Weiss demanded to know, already forming a glyph to attack the strange imp with. Then, to her shock, he waved his arms around and turned the glyphs into harmless bubbles, and he flashed a toothy grin towards her.

"Because I won't leave otherwise, and if you win, I'll be out of your hair for the next three months. Oh, and everything else I do will go back to normal," he added nonchalantly, then his body began to disappear in a series of pops. "Have fun, I know I will!"

With that, Mr. Mxyzptlk was gone, leaving the nine superheroes alone on the rooftop. It was only then that they noticed the imp had somehow changed them into their superhero outfits, and everyone turned to stare at Superman questioningly. He sighed in resignation, then he turned to face them.

"Remember when we told you all about the Multiverse and Batman mentioned that I had to regularly deal with an imp from the Fifth Dimension, then I complained about him showing up soon?" he asked. When the Remnantians nodded, he nodded back and added, "I was talking about Mr. Mxyzptlk. He's a reality warper, able to manipulate our world like it's his plaything because it pretty much is. Nothing we do can actually harm him."

"Then how do we stop him?" Jaune asked, grateful that he had just started his lunch break when this all happened. The others had as well, except for Weiss who had been pulled out of a meeting with Lucius.

The occupants of the Wayne Enterprises board room were staring at the suddenly empty seat where Weiss Schnee was previously sitting. In her place was a plushie of Weiss wearing a stylish white outfit they didn't recognize, holding a little sign that read "Out to Pasture." The only sound that could be heard was an awkward cough, then a woman spoke up.

"So… I move that we put this meeting on hold until whatever just happened is over and Miss Schnee safely returns, then never speak of it again," she said. The other board members, including Lucius Fox, quickly agreed.

"I was giving updates on the Dust Revitalization project…" Weiss grumbled, and Ruby patted her partner comfortingly on her shoulder.

"For us to stop him," Superman continued, "we have to do what he said. Get him to say his name backwards, and he'll go away while all the chaos he's done reverts to normal."

"How do we get Mr. Mixypotluck to do that?" Ruby asked, then they heard a giant rumble. They looked across the city, where to their surprise they saw a giant dog wandering the streets, his tail wagging back and forth.

"…Today's going to be weird, isn't it?" Nora asked. When the others nodded, she then asked, "Do we even need our weapons?"

"They won't help," Superman answered. Then he flew off towards the giant canine, with the Remnantians following right after him.

Mr. Mxyzptlk sat on top of one of Metropolis' many skyscrapers with a wide smile on his face, kicking his legs back and forth in the air as he watched the giant dog wander the street. The people screamed and ran for their lives, while others immediately recognized what was going on and decided to gather at a safe distance and record with their phones. That was one of the things he enjoyed the most about this particular period in Earth's history. People took videos of almost everything, and when he was inevitable forced to go back to the Fifth Dimension, he was always able to look through those videos and almost relive his fun in a brand new perspective.

Granted, it was never as good as the actual thing, and the enjoyment he got from watching those home movies of his work never lasted all that long. The record was a month. Hopefully, though, this latest incursion would break that record.

"Oh my god, it's a giant Zwei!" he heard Ruby Rose, the Red Reaper, exclaim as she and her friends, along with Superman, arrived on the scene to try and corral the giant creature.

His smile widened as the superheroes surrounded the giant black and white corgi, Blake consciously staying back and trying to avoid catching Giant Zwei's gaze. Unfortunately for her, Mr. Mxyzptlk had no intention of letting her sit this one out, and so he reappeared right behind her head and pulled out a dog whistle. He took a deep breath which caught her attention, then he blew as hard as he could into the whistle.

"Gagh!" she hissed in pain while closing her eyes, gritting her teeth, falling to her knees, and covering her feline ears in an attempt to block out the noise, but luckily for her it didn't last more than a few seconds. When she opened her eyes and snarled towards Mr. Mxyzptlk, she found only a dummy in his place, then she felt a warm breath wash over her body.

Slowly, she turned around to stare at Giant Zwei, who was looking at her with his large grey eyes that were transfixed upon her. He moved to lick her affectionately, but Blake had already disappeared and left a shadow clone to take her place. Giant Zwei looked around, trying to find her, then spotted her retreating form bounding across the rooftops. With an excited bark, the corgi chased after her, each step creating deep rumbles that shifted cars and caused buildings to shake.

"Get this mangey dog away from me!" Blake screeched as she tried to run away, using Gambol Shroud's ribbon as a swing to increase her momentum.

"Zwei! Bad dog!" Weiss shouted as she and Ruby chased after them.

At the same time, now standing on top of a water tower, Mr. Mxyzptlk rolled around on his back and laughed, clutching his sides as the chaos unfolded around him.

"Oh, I can just tell this is going to be a treat!" he declared, sitting upright and folding his legs together, conjuring up a bag of popcorn to eat from. At the same time, he created a list out of thin air that read 'DC and RWBY Reference Ideas,' and he hummed in thought as he ate some popcorn.

"Hmm, what to do next? What to do next?" he wondered aloud, tapping his chin and trying to determine what would work best. "Adam…nah, too dark and edgelordy. This is supposed to be a fun and lighthearted chapter, not angsty and violent. Somebody else already did the body swap gag, can't use that. Reference their fairy tale inspirations? Tempting, but at the same time I feel like that's too easy. Eh, I'll file it away for later."

Waving his hand around in a circle, he conjured up a filing cabinet. The bottom drawer opened up, stretching far into the horizon and onward to infinity. It was filled to the brim with papers and folders, with a few corners angled above the rest. When the drawer stopped, Mr. Mxyzptlk peeled the suggestion's words off of the paper and placed it inside an empty folder, then he grabbed the top of the sliding drawer and slid it back as hard as he could. The cabinet blinked out of existence as soon as the drawer was back in its spot, and the imp nodded before returning to his list. At the same time, he created a paper cup filled with soda larger than his body, and he sipped from the comically oversized straw.

"What else, what else?" he wondered, then paused as he saw a red blur race towards Giant Zwei, holding a makeshift leash made out of thick steel wires. At the same time, Ruby and Yang were using a giant red ball that was knocked off of its perch from a nearby gas station to play fetch with the corgi, who had abandoned his pursuit of Blake in favor of the game. Blake, meanwhile, was shivering and curled up underneath a billboard, every part of her drenched in slobber. He chuckled at the sight, then went back to reading.

"Let's see, maybe Kltp…Hey, wait a minute!" he stopped as he read the hastily written addition to his list, standing upright while clenching his fists and frowning. "Who edited my list?!"

"Darn it! Mr. Mixingspit caught onto us!" Ruby cursed, stomping her foot.

"I told you it wouldn't work!" Weiss chastised, using her glyphs to try and hold Giant Zwei in place.

"That's right, I'm too smart for that, little girl! And it's not Mixingspit, it's Mxyzptlk!" he angrily corrected, his face turning red as he snapped his fingers. At once, both Giant Zwei and himself popped away, and the heroes were left behind.

"Is it gone?" Blake shakily asked as she poked her head out from underneath the billboard.

"Yes," Superman replied, carefully putting away the leash and flying down to her. As the faunus pulled herself out into the open, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "You don't like dogs, do you?"

"No, no I do not," Blake answered, trying and failing to wipe away the slobber covering herself. After a few moments, she groaned and gave up, hanging her head and letting a large droplet fall from her drenched hair and splatter against the roof. "Ugh, this is going to take hours to get rid of."

"I'd pat your back in sympathy, Nightshade," Yang remarked, "but I don't want to touch you right now. Sorry."

"Don't worry, I understand."

"More importantly," Weiss cut in, "is there a reason why he chose to make a giant Zwei?"

"I, for one, enjoyed seeing him again. Even if he was giant-sized," Ruby added, raising her hand and leaning out from behind Weiss while Superman floated up slightly and looked around the city.

"My guess, it's part of his 'theme' for today," Superman said, then turned his attention back towards the teenagers. "Mr. Mxyzptlk did say he'd been watching you eight for a while, and with nearly an infinite number of worlds to draw inspiration from, there's no telling what he might do."

RWBY and JNPR paused, then Yang groaned and muttered, "Great, just perfect."

"What about the people?" Pyrrha asked worriedly, glancing towards the city behind Superman, and he shook his head.

"Nothing he does here is permanent," Superman clarified. "I asked him that once, and he said that while he can easily make what he does have lasting effects, he likes to be 'responsible' and pick up after himself so that the next time he comes and plays, everything's not broken."

"How considerate…" Pyrrha drawled, giving Superman a flat stare. The Man of Steel merely shrugged in response, having no better answer to give, and after a moment Pyrrha and the others sighed.

Then, to their surprise, they suddenly felt the building they were on begin to sway back and forth as though it were a wet noodle. The Remnantians were thrown off balance, either hanging onto nearby poles or, in the case of Ruby, flailing her arms around like helicopter blades to maintain their balance. Even Superman was having difficulty standing upright, but then he managed to fly above the building to look across all of Metropolis. To his shock, he saw that the entire city was exhibiting the same behavior, the buildings trapped in a strange dance that seemed to hate the mere concept of a straight line.

"It's like the entire world's one big bouncy castle!" Nora shouted as she swayed back and forth with the building. "It's kinda fun, actually!"

"Speak for yourself!" Jaune replied, holding onto a pole before losing his grip and falling to Pyrrha, who immediately caught him. Unfortunately, his momentum, coupled with the swaying of the building, caused them to lose their balance and stumble back over the side. With a quick shriek, they fell off the building towards the street, but Superman was immediately on them. He caught both teenagers in his arms and gently lowered them to the ground.

"Thanks, Superman," Jaune said as he hunched over, resting himself on his knees as he desperately tried to bring the world back to balance. Pyrrha was doing the same thing, which was when she noticed that her feet were strangely sinking into the pavement. Almost as though it wasn't pavement at all but rather a mattress.

Pursing her lips, she jumped up and down slightly, finding that the surface was soft and elastic. She then looked up at the still moving building and shouted, "Guys, jump down here! The ground's soft!"

Pyrrha didn't hear any response, but a moment later she saw her friends jump off the building. Yang, Ren, and Nora landed feet first onto the soft ground, then bounced back up slightly before coming down again. Weiss, meanwhile, decided to create a stairway of glyphs that she ran down, and Ruby used her cape as a parachute to safely brake out of a dive.

"Whoa, Pink Lightning's right," Ruby said as she landed, bouncing up and down slightly. "This is like a bouncy castle."

"We need to focus," Weiss cut in, then looked around where she saw civilians desperately clinging to things to try and keep their balance. A few were stumbling out of buildings, their faces green and several losing their lunch. The sight made Weiss scowl, and she clenched her fist.

"That little imp calls this fun?" Yang asked, not liking what she was seeing one bit.

"Yep!" Mr. Mxyzptlk answered out of nowhere, his voice booming. The heroes shot their heads towards the sound, where they saw that the distinctive globe on top of the Daily Planet Building had been replaced by the imp's head. He was smiling widely down at them, and Yang angrily shook her right arm towards him.

"You better stop this right now, you stupid imp, or I swear to the gods I'll punch you into the Sixth Dimension!" she declared, but Mr. Mxyzptlk merely scoffed.

"Oh please, with what?" he asked.

"With wha- With my arm, of course!" Yang shouted back, but the imp's smile merely grew wider.

"What arm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Before Yang could even ask what he was talking about, she heard a pop, then her right arm underneath her elbow popped off her body, leaving a black void in its place. It hovered in place for a moment, then it grew a pair of angelic wings off the sides of Ember Celica and a halo over its clenched fist, then it flew off. Yang and the others could only watch it go with wide eyes, then the Golden Dragon slowly turned her head towards her stump of an arm.

"…AAGH!" she screamed, not out of pain but simply shock as she clutched her stump. Her eyes turning red, she looked back up at Mr. Mxyzptlk as he laughed uproariously, then she yelled, "Why'd you take my arm, you jerk!"

"Hahaha, because it's hilarious!" he answered. "Both your reaction and the people watching this! Oh, the speculation will be wonderful!"

"What are you talking about?!" Weiss demanded.

"Never mind that! Give me back my arm!" Yang insisted while the limb in question flew behind her head, which she tried to catch.

"What's the magic word?" Mr. Mxyzptlk asked, clearly enjoying the situation.

Yang paused her pursuit to glare at the imp's head, then she said, "Please give me back my arm, or I'll kick your ass!"

"Hmm," the imp hummed, then nodded. "Close enough."

Yang heard a snap, then her arm was back where it was supposed to be. She sighed in relief and flexed her arm, but before she could do anything else, the limb suddenly snapped back and punched her in the face. The Golden Dragon spun around from the blow, clearly not expecting it nor the follow up punch into her gut.

"Yang, stop hitting yourself! Literally! Why are you doing that?" Ruby yelled out as Yang struggled to hold her right arm away from her.

"I'm not! My hand has a mind of it's own for some reason!" she revealed as the arm broke free from her grip and punched her again. Mr. Mxyzptlk's laugher returned in force, and Ruby glared at the imp while unfolding Crescent Rose to aim it at him.

"I won't let you do this, Mr. Missingpox!" she declared, and the imp scowled once again. Then, the giant head on top of the Daily Planet Building disappeared in favor of the imp's normal appearance, and he poofed into the air right in front of Ruby.

"'Missingpox?' That not my name, you dolt! It's Mxyzptlk! Call me Mxy if you're having so much trouble!" he insisted, shaking his head. "I swear, kids these days…"

"I'm not a kid!" Ruby angrily shouted, then fired a shot that hit Mxyzptlk in the chest.

Gasping at the blow, he spun around while clutching his chest as though he really were shot, then he fell to his back. He was still floating in midair, holding up a daisy as somber music strangely played, music that wouldn't have felt out of place in a funeral.

"…Really?" Blake asked, not amused whatsoever, then the imp's 'dead' body disappeared and he reappeared right behind the faunus.

"Geez, talk about a sourpuss," he muttered, disappearing in a series of pops before she could slap him away.

At the same time, she and the others felt their weapons begin to vibrate, and they held them out curiously before the vibrations suddenly intensified. Their entire bodies began to shake, each of them groaning in discomfort while Mr. Mxyzptlk laughed as he floated above them.

"Stooop thiiiss, Mixeellspiit!" Ruby managed to get out through her chattering speech.

"Oh, you're not even trying now!" Mr. Mxyzptlk insisted, his head turning red.

"Mayybee!"

"Grrgh!" he growled, then snapped his fingers. Suddenly, Crescent Rose stopped vibrating, only for the scythe head to begin spinning. To Ruby's surprise, she felt herself being lifted off the ground, and with a yelp she clung to her weapon as it helicoptered away, carrying her along for the ride.

"Red Reaper, let go!" Superman ordered, but Ruby, wrapping her legs and arms around the handle of her weapon, shook her head.

"I'm not letting him take my baby!" she shouted back, letting the spinning weapon take her farther and farther away.

"Listen to Superman!" Weiss shouted as she reluctantly tossed Myrtenaster aside, then her attention was broken as Yang's fist fight against her own arm spread to the opposite side of the street. It was odd, to say the least, watching the blonde punch and hit her own arm, only for the arm, which for some reason had sprouted a pair of batwings and two red horns that floated above the fist like a crown, to strike back. For whatever reason, Weiss could even hear evil laughter coming from the arm.

"HIAYHH!" Yang yelled as she decided to elbow drop her own arm onto the soft pavement, then she pinned her arm with her leg to continue her self-assault. She managed to land a few blows, then her arm wrestled free and caught her free hand with her palm and redirected the blow to hit Yang in the face.

"Gagh!" she grunted, only for her arm to grab hold of her hair and start slamming her head into the ground repeatedly.

"Oh my God, this is so stupid…" Weiss groaned, hardly believing what was transpiring before her very eyes.

"I'm the one fighting my own freaking arm-ow!" Yang shouted back in reply, managing to hold her arm back and rise to her feet.

"I'm…going to help her," Blake said, having also tossed away her weapon. The others had done the same, but as Nightshade ran towards the Golden Dragon to offer her assistance, a single shot rang out, forcing her to duck. As she turned around towards the source of the unexpected attack, Gambol Shroud's ribbon suddenly wrapped itself around Blake's legs and pulled her down then across the street.

"What the-?!" she shouted as she was hung upside down by her own weapon, which was now staring its barrel into her face like a singular eye.

Weiss could only stare in shock as the rest of the weapons, including her own, sprang to life. If she squinted closely, she could see tiny strings coming from them at various points, and when she followed the strings up she saw Mr. Mxyzptlk manipulating the weapons like marionettes, with him acting as the otherworldly puppeteer.

"Crescent Rose, why have you betrayed me?!" Ruby shouted as Weiss had to duck underneath a flaming stab from Myrtenaster. When she looked up, Superman had already flown up to save her distressed partner and leader, only for the Man of Steel to use his body as a shield against Crescent Rose, which was firing itself towards her.

Mr. Mxyzptlk, meanwhile, laughed like the madman he was, continuing to manipulate the weapons to his heart's content. He made Ren jump and twirl around gunfire and slashes, and Pyrrha had to use her Semblance against her own weapons just to keep them from hurting her. Jaune was busy running away from his own weapons, eager to take advantage of their critical weakness of having absolutely no range. Though there was also the fact that the weapon's massive blade was now being superheated and coated with plasma, something he did not want to be on the business end of. Blake was still strung up by Gambol Shroud, which was now bobbing her up and down while she tried to free herself.

Nora, perhaps unsurprisingly, had adapted to this latest insanity the fastest, taking advantage of the still bouncified cityscape to chaotically ricochet herself away from grenades and hammer strikes. Something that sounded like "No surrender, no retreat!" came from that direction as the electrophiliac propelled herself high enough to be silhouetted by the sun, before diving down onto her treacherous armament with a flying body press.

"Haha! Oh man, I am having a blast!" Mr. Mxyzptlk declared, smiling with manic glee. "This is almost as much fun as the last time I went to Remnant. You've never felt satisfaction until you get two extremely old people who absolutely despise each other to put aside their differences because you annoy them so much. Shame that game prevented me from coming back, but oh well."

"Wait, what?" Ruby muttered, only to duck her head as Crescent Rose swung towards her, Superman carrying her out of the way and dropping her off on the street. "I didn't quite catch that, Mr. Kltpzyxm!"

With an angry snarl, the imp shot his head towards Ruby and yelled at the top his lungs, "I told you, you little brat! My name's not Mr. Kltpzyxm, it's-!"

Suddenly, he stopped and stared at the Red Reaper with wide eyes, who herself was giving a smug smirk. Superman was doing the same thing, and the manipulation of Metropolis ground to a halt. The buildings stopped swaying, the weapons fell to the ground, dead as a doornail, and the dimensional interloper snapped his fingers in frustration.

"Ah, nuts!" he spat out just before his body popped out of existence.

Everyone stared at the spot where the imp previously floated, while Ruby beamed and rested her hands on her hips, satisfaction radiating off of her. Superman, meanwhile, returned Crescent Rose to her as the others wobbled over.

"Hold on, was that your plan the entire time? Keep mispronouncing his name and having him correct you until he said his backwards? " Weiss asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Yep!" Ruby answered, smiling proudly. "The first two times were genuine, but after that…"

"I figured out what she was doing pretty quickly," Superman added. "Mr. Mxyzptlk is powerful, but no one ever said he was particularly bright."

"Clearly," Blake muttered, then shook her head and sighed. "So…now what?"

"Now I have to go around and make sure everyone's safe," Superman answered with a small frown. "There tends to be…side effects after Mr. Mxyzptlk is done. That'll take a few hours."

"Do you need help?" Blake asked, but Superman shook his head.

"No, I've got it. I, unfortunately, have plenty of experience with this kind of thing. Should only take a few hours," he admitted. He floated up into the air slightly, then paused to turn back towards Nora and said, "By the way, happy birthday."

"Aw, thank you!" Nora replied through a smile. Superman smiled back, then he flew off into the city of Metropolis. RWBY and JNPR watched him go, happy that this bout of chaos was over and done with. Then, nodding her head, Ruby turned around and began to march off.

"Alright, guys. Let's get back to work," Ruby declared. "Do you think they'll be okay with us being late because of Mr. Missaltlick?"

"Probably, but why are you mispronouncing his name now? Mr. Mxyzptlk is gone," Yang pointed out, rubbing her sore arm and flinching slightly every time she moved it. Having to fight her own arm certainly wasn't an experience she ever expected to have, and she was definitely going to be feeling this in the morning.

"What do you mean? Just because I know how to say it wrong doesn't mean I ever learned how to say it right," Ruby pointed out, giving a head tilt. Yang and the others regarded her for a moment, then she shrugged in acceptance and moved on.

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Hello, everyone, and welcome to the latest chapter of Hunters of Justice! Special thanks to NaanContributor and Jesse K for their help in bringing this chapter to life. It was a lot of fun to write our favorite interdimensional imp messing with our heroes.

Now, for the Q&A:

Crossovernaru: Thank you, I'm glad you liked the Elseworlds and HoJC. Of course, I can't take credit for all of it. Much of it was written by members of the audience over at SpaceBattles. When it came to Movie Night, I wanted to do multiple different genres and movies, not just a marathon. Rest assured, though, they watched the others in due time. The Amazing Zatana was also fun for me to write. A little cruel, but that kind of the point. And yes, I like to think I did create the equation for Jaune's attractiveness towards moms. Glad you liked Flipped Perspectives as well. There were jokes I wanted to tell with that stuff, but I couldn't say it in the actual chapter due to pacing. That's what Chibi is for!

117: They'd be like "Huh, neat," then move on.

Chaldea: Nah, just a random name for a mom.

Jinero: Because, with their Aura up, he wasn't certain that would have worked. Aura provides protection against chemical agents. Not as much as a gas mask, but it's still there. Batman was wanting to ensure that the Aura could be safely removed then allow for subdual. He was not expecting the whole 'body spasm' thing to occur, and rest assured he's modifying them to prevent that from happening in the future.

Jebest4781: Oh, we have ideas. You guys will just have to wait and see what they are. As for the Jaune thing, I don't want to overplay it, know what I mean? Because while it is very funny, it runs the risk of sending the wrong message.

mastergamer14: We have plans in place for Salem, you'll just have to wait and see what they are.

Luffy L Deathwalker: You'll have to wait and see what we do with Darkseid.

Jackalope89: Sounds about right. Ruby isn't the type of girl to curse, in my opinion. If she does, it's because she's sufficiently angry enough to drop her filter, thus giving it more impact.

Shadowwolf of phantasms: Oh, Chibi Velvet has a story to tell, and the possibility of a followup is there. Especially since HoJ Chibi is a separate universe in the multiverse. That's actually one of the 'others' that Mxy mentioned messing with, such as the Halloween special where he placed the red kryptonite that turned Superman into a werewolf. That was him going to another universe.

Notros: That image was one of the inspirations, yes.

That's it for this time. I hope you guys enjoy and let us know what you think! See you all next time.