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"No need for formal introductions. We have meet before. I rember because I took a baterang to the temple. What brings you here? Cap said as he helped an old lady out of the rubble.

"Right behind you, kid," Wolverine said as he ran after the little Spidey into the smoke.

Rorschach watched Superman show up, and was so surprised at the whole deal that he actually forgot to shake Captain America's hand. "You're Superman. A comic book character where I'm from. How is this possible?" He'd been wanting to ask him that since he first saw him fighting against Doomsday, before Doctor Strange interrupted.

Logan was climbing up the side of the building, using his claws as hooks, when he saw Spidey leap back out the window. "Damn it, kid, PICK A DIRECTION!" Then, he saw the armed guards sticking their guns out of the window at Spider-Man. "Nevermind..." He quickened his pace a little, and was quickly under the window the wall-crawler had just leapt from. He slashed across, and cut both of their weapons into pieces with one swipe. With a flip, he was in the window, kicking the two guards out of the way. He stepped inside, and asked with a distinct snarl, "What's going on here?"

// You do an awesome Ult. Spidey. xd //



”Excuse me.” Vice said out loud, upon reaching the bit of overgrowth in the park where all the commotion was coming from. ”But if you don’t tone it down…I’ll have no choice but to silence you myself.”
All but one of the men behind the bushes either didn’t hear him, ignored him, or were too busy in what they were currently doing to even realize he was there. The one that did notice him though, lunged out of the bush with a switchblade in his right hand. He screamed something about Vice being nosey and a few things about his mother before going straight through Vice and hitting the ground.
Vice, rolled his eyes, casually turned to face the man, and simply stood there as the fool tried to slice at him repeatedly. None of which hit him. At all. And the more futile attacks the man made, the angrier he became that he wasn’t making so much as a scratch.
Vice casually glanced back towards the bushes, which nothing had changed it seemed, then back at the man. ”I gave you all a fair warning.” he muttered.
He suddenly brought his arm up that held the chain and slung it around the man’s neck. Quicker than he’d bought the arm up, he firmly grabbed the chain and swung the man around him and into the bushes. Without waiting to see if the man had struck any of the others, he moved his hand farther down the chain and swung that end around him as well. The curved blade sailed through the bushes, sank through it’s targets, and came to land in a tree a few feet away.
The woman screamed again, and a man suddenly ran out of the bushes, covered in blood. He tried to run away, but he was having a time keeping his pants up. Vice pulled back on the chain, and both ends returned to him with almost impossible ease. Years of practice and he could transfer his powers into anything he touched. Phasing was one of his favorites. He swung the end of his chain that held the spiked ball over his head, and when ready, shot it at the man. The ball seemed to strike the back of the man’s head, and he quickly slumped to the ground. Vice tugged at the chain a bit, but it was stuck. Hm, didn’t think he threw it that hard. His little solitary confinement must have taken him out of practice. People should annoy him enough that he’d have plenty of chances to do that though.
He gave the chain another tug, phasing the ball this time, and it returned to him. He wrapped the chain around his arm again, and let the bloody ball and blade hang. ”Are you alright?” he asked the woman behind the bushes, keeping his attention on getting his weapon put back together to hid in his jacket again.

He should have been surprised. He really should have. But for some reason…when the woman started shouting obscenities about why it took him so long to save her, the blood now ruining her clothes, the disgusting severed heads and limbs around her, and him being a sick freak who should be put away….he really didn’t feel any different than he had five minutes ago. No one was ever grateful when he did play the good guy. Suppose that was another reason he stayed…neutral after he had his little break down.
He grumbled something to himself, then turned to leave her there. She’d be in a better state of mind once he was clear of her. Before he could make so much as two steps, he heard her shout something about his birth status and grab onto his leg. He stopped dead in his tracks, and swiftly shot the arm that had his weapon wrapped around it down towards her. His curved blade caught her under the jaw and jerked her back away from him.
He jerked his blade back and glanced back at her through the corner of his eye. Dilated and very small black pupils stared at her for a long moment. He then closed his eyes and turned his head back towards the park. He took a long sigh, then opened his eyes again, his pupils back to their normal size. He took an already blood stained cloth out of his pocket and began to walk as he cleaned off his blade.

[EXIT to Gotham City]

Flash stopped and blinked at him. This guy made NO sense. "That's not your mini," he said blankly, "He went off with the short sideburn guy a little while ago."

"Different reality than where you're from," Rorschach said to Cap. "Probably not very many of them here."

As Ghost Rider felt the tugging on his chain, he walked closer to the creature. It was clearly not living, but was not dead. Did it still have its soul within itself? That was the question.

"Come demon. Hit with all you got." Crowley macked as he flexed his wings a little bit.