Disclaimer: X-Men, Spiderman, and Deadpool, owned by Marvel. DC characters, owned by DC.

Author's Notes: Yeah, this is me taking my anger out on Marvel. This will be set mostly in DC animated 'verse, basically the JLU 'verse.

Somewhere, Sometime, out in the dead spaces of the multiverse...

Mxyzptlk, fifth dimensional imp, part time enemy of Superman, occasional enemy of the Justice League, all around multidimensional pain-in-the-ass, cigar aficionado, and wearer of extremely lame looking bowler hats was very pissed off.

No...scratch that, he was beyond pissed. He was pissed months ago, or was it years? No, it was more like decades ago when he was pissed. In fact, truth be told he was beyond being beyond pissed. After what he had just witnessed, he let out an angry roar of fury that lashed out and altered various threads of multiverse. He knew it wasn't technically his business and it was technically out of his "jurisdiction", but to say that he did not like what he had witnessed other multidimensional beings doing to a certain group of beings in their own jurisdiction would have been a fucking understatement.

About fifty years prior (or it could have just been last week since we are talking about fifth dimensional imps and other such beings in general), Mxyzptlk discovered a way to pierce that space between all multiverses known as The Bleed and discovered a multiverse that was run by beings known as...well...he didn't get the name although he sarcastically referred to them as "The Marvelous Ones" who seemed to be overly proud of the "world of Marvels" they had created.

And he had to admit, he was intrigued. This so called world of Marvels (and it's alternate realities that seemed to mostly follow a "What-If" scenario) was really amusing and fun to watch. Even their "alternate" versions were amusing for awhile and he had a blast just watching. He didn't feel the need to change things and interfere (and if he had, he probably would have incurred the wrath of the Marvelous Ones which he could handle, but it would be about as annoying as getting nettle stings on very sensitive parts of the anatomy).

At least, he didn't until he noticed certain things were starting to repeat themselves and it seemed like the Marvelous Ones were stagnating in the imagination department or were trying too hard to appease some sort of lame idealistic fad that seemed to shape their thinking. Their universe was starting to become less entertaining and more...um...what was that word….oh yeah...PREACHY. Yep, the Marvelous Ones were starting to get preachy.

But, Mxyzptlk stayed his hand. He stayed it when, for some reasons, the Marvelous Ones that it would be cool to fuck over their pet mutants...again...for what had to be the one millionth time. He stayed his hand when one of his favorite mortals in this world of Marvels was screwed out of having any form of a happy life by basically being forced to make a deal with a demon and agree to be permanently separated from his wife...their marriage (and memories of each other) erased from reality.

And he didn't even want to think about the whole Civil War thing that those morons let happen because they want to "shake things up" for shits and grins. If Mxyptlk had his way, he would have taken the Marvelous Ones known as B'ndis and Q'sada, made them mortal, and then had them sentenced to Apokolips for a century or two under the care of Granny Goodness.

And he lost respect for a large chunk of heroes in that world because they willingly went (or, in the cases of Tony Stark and Reed Richards, threw themselves with wild abandon into it and led the way), turned on their friends, and gleefully locked them away in some other-dimensional prison for crime of "not registering" because they had powers.

Even the Dork Knight was not that big of a douche-bag through out his various dimensional incarnations, the imp thought to himself.

Of course, the Marvelous Ones must have realized what they had done because they tried to do a dimensional 'ret-con' in various ways to sweep their fuck-ups under the metaphorical rug. When that didn't work, they decided to just say "the hell with it" and, in a lack of total imagination (or maybe they were just trying to be considerate of the multidimensional environment and thought it would be cool to recycle), regurgitated an event they called another "Secret War" where they literally collided various different versions of their Marvelous World and systematically eliminated and/or changed what they didn't like.

And, once again, beings that Mxyzptlk had grown attached to were getting fucked over...and he had enough of it. Mutants, if they weren't depowered or killed off, were merely being "written out" of reality in favor of these beings called "Inhumans". Once again, a certain web-slinging hero was getting trashed and being re-written because some member of the Marvelous Ones wanted to "take the man in a new direction".

Oh, for crying out loud, haven't they fucking suffered enough already? While he had to admit that he could be an asshole, Mxyzptlk wasn't THAT delusional, unbalanced, or overly sadistic.

And yet, he still did nothing, despite the fact he wanted to just rip through the tears of reality that the Marvelous Ones had created in their own 'verse and extract those that he cared about.

That was when, one moment, while he was watching a certain black and red clad masked mercenary with a mouth suddenly stop slicing and dicing his latest enemies to pause (as did the carnage around him...it was like someone had hit a pause button on reality) and looked right at where the fifth dimensional imp was sitting/floating in his incorporeal form. "So, Mxy," the man named Deadpool said, "you just going to stand there and mentally bitch about how things are...or are you actually going to do something about it?"

For a moment, the imp was shocked that he could be seen. Then he was shocked that such an inferior being would snark at him in such a manner. But then he realized...oh yeah, this was Deadpool, so it was pretty much okay and, dammit, the merc with a mouth had a fucking point. Then the action resumed and Deadpool went back to removing a few heads and inflicting crippling, if not fatal, injuries to his enemies.

And, for another moment, the imp was going to take a deep breath and hold back his anger and let things continue, but he could see what the Marvelous Ones were doing...especially since that disgusting being known as "The Rat" assumed control of the Marvelous Ones and was dictating how things should go.

"Okay, that's it!" he snarled, physically assuming form in this dimension and literally pausing all of reality around him (except for Deadpool who, not surprisingly, seemed immune to the effect). "I've had enough of this shit!"

With a wave of the imp's hands, reality suddenly rippled away, buildings, people, mutants, aliens, monsters...EVERYTHING...just vanished, except, of course, Deadpool who was in mid-kick and found himself standing in the middle of a white room surrounded by what appeared to be multiple floating bubbles that contained freeze frame images of all the various realities affiliated to the World of Marvels.

"Whoa, where's Rod Serling when you need him?" Deadpool asked as he started walk around and look at the various "reality bubbles". He then looked over at Mxyzptlk. "Um, Mxy, no offense, but couldn't you get in trouble for this?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining," he quickly added defensively as he raised his hands up.

"Wade Wilson." The fifth dimensional smiled at Deadpool. "Perhaps the most fucked up character in this 'verse. You were a rip-off of a character from where I come from, but you became your own man despite knowing who and what you are."

The eyes on Deadpool's mask widened slightly. "Um, thanks?"

"So," the imp continued, his hands glowing slightly as he walked around the various bubbles, pausing to tap a few of them that started to glow the yellow-green color that matched the energy coming from his hands. "I'm going to do something that is going to rock your reality. Normally, I would just do it and not ask your input, but I figure you, of all people, should get a choice."

"Um, okay, call me confused," Deadpool said. "I assume these are alternate realities involved with my world. But what exactly do you intend to do with them….and me?"

"The blunt and honest truth, I'm going to take you, a key group of certain mutants, and a certain web-slinging smart-ass college student/photographer and merge you into a thread of a different multiverse," was the reply. Then Mxyzptlk shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, why should I lie to you about that?"

"Why are you doing this?" Deadpool asked.

"Because I was bored and then became pissed off at what I saw happening to beings I enjoyed watching."

"Isn't this going to get you into trouble?"

"Yeah, but nothing I couldn't handle...though I might need a gallon or two of calamine lotion on my ball sack when this is done."

"Ewww! TMI, man, TMI!"

The imp grinned at Deadpool, them clasped his hands together. "So, Wade, what's it gonna' be? Come with me and have a chance at a slightly decent but still fucked up life, or stay around and continued to be sodomized by The Rat, B'ndis, and Q'sada?"

"Hmmm, I dunno'," Deadpool said. "I mean, my healing factor has pretty much negated most of the pain and I do enjoy pissing them off. After all, it's the only thing I'm good at."

Then a young woman with long dark hair, dressed in tight leather pants, a black t-shirt, and wearing an ankh around her neck strolled by Deadpool, before stopping to glance over her shoulder and give the merc a "come hither" look. "Oh, c'mon Wade," she said. "You know you want to." Then she continued to walk away before dissipating back to her own reality.

"Whoa, is that-" Deadpool started to ask.

"Yep. And, might I add, that's her true form."

"Okay...let's go."

"Well, then, right this way," Mxyzptlk said, gesturing with his right arm and causing a green portal to appear. The spheres that the imp had selected had began to float through the portal.

"No!" The angry voice boomed through the room, shaking the remaining spheres in the room, causing some of them to shatter. "You cannot do this!"

"I did and I have," snapped Mxyzptlk at the shadowy beings that started to coalesce into humanoid shape from the remains of the shattered spheres. "I can't save you from destroying your creation," he continued. "But I sure as hell can save some of the elements that are worth saving."

One of the humanoid shadows, a scrawny looking being with a bald head pointed menacingly at Mxyzptlk. "You won't get away with this, imp," it hissed. "We will come for you."

"Fuck you, B'ndis," Mxy replied. "You can try...and you will fail...just like the rest of your little club."

"This isn't over."

"Actually," Deadpool said as he tossed a grenade at the shadowy beings, "yeah it is." Then he turned around and tackled Mxyzptlk, knocking them both through the portal and vanished with a barely audible pop that was drowned out by the explosion that destroyed the white room while the shadowy beings screamed in fury before they dissipated into nothingness.

Gotham University

Gotham City, New Jersey

Erik Lensherr, also known as the mutant terrorist Magneto, shook his head to overcome the wave of nausea and disorientation. When that subsided, he realized he was standing in a well lit room in front of a white board with a marker in his hand instead of in the dimly lit room in his underground base of operations.

"Professor Lensherr, is something wrong?"

Erik was still disoriented from whatever happened, but something told him that, despite the situation he was in, this was normal….or at least the new normal. He turned in the direction of the voice and saw about twenty young people in their late teens or early twenties sitting at their desks taking notes. He then focused on the young man in the front looking at him in concern.

Will...the young man's name was William. "Sorry, William," Erik said. "I got lost in thought about this," he turned to look back at the white board and looked at the equations on the board that he recognized as the chemical, "particular alloy and its uses."

"If it's any consolation, Professor, you lost us when you explained how that particular alloy could be made malleable. From the looks of the component elements, it looks almost next to impossible." This comment came from an unknown student Erik didn't recognize right away.

"Oh, it is possible," Erik said, "but it requires a lot of power to generate enough heat."

"Or possibly use a form of adaptive nanotechnology that could work on a molecular level," said the young man Erik identified as Will. Erik could hear a group of collective groans, but was intrigued by the boy. Apparently, William had a good grasp of what was on the board.

Erik then glanced at the clock and another instinct from this altered reality took over. "Sadly, we don't have time to get into that debate since we're done for the day. Now, tonight, go over your notes, and we will continue this discussion tomorrow.

He couldn't help smiling at the muttered comments and sighs of relief of "avoiding a sudden quiz" as the students filed out. Turning back to the board he looked at the adamantium formula on the board and realized that it wasn't quite complete.

William was the last to leave, pausing for a moment to look at the board. "So, professor, this formula...does it really exist?"

"What do you mean by that, William?"

The young man walked up to the board and went over a couple parts of the equation. "You said this was a hypothetical exercise," he said. "But everything here...it looks like you might be on to something here."

For some reason, the young man's full name suddenly flashed through Erik's mind. "Mr. Magnus," he said. "You are far too talented to waste your time on a hypothetical idea coming from an 'old school' teacher like myself."

Will Magnus merely smiled. "And you, Mr. Linsherr, are not as old fashioned as you claim to be." He then looked down at his watch. "Anyway, I'm due at the robotics lab in twenty minutes...thanks for the inspiration, professor."

Erik watched the young man exit the room before he sat down at his desk and looked around the class room. For some reason, he recognized this place, and yet...it was new to him and unfamiliar at the same time. He was Erik Lensherr, also known as the mutant Magneto...but not here. Here, he was Professor Lensherr, teaching metallurgical engineering at Gotham University.

He looked around to make sure that he was truly alone. Then, when he was certain, there were no witnesses, he gestured at the door with his right hand. His magnetic abilities confirmed their existence as they caught the metal on the door and closed it.

"Hmmm, interesting," Erik said out loud. He had two sets of memories from two separate realities, but there was no conflict in his mind...just initial confusion. Having experienced this before, he realized what had happened.

Someone had managed to alter reality, but for some reasons, he still retained his original memory.

He could only wonder who else was affected by this event.

Bludhaven, New Jersey

Raven Darkholme suddenly awoke, letting out a horrified gasp as the remnants of a nightmare began to fade from her mind.

"Whoa," she heard a male voice say next to her and hand gently touched her shoulder. "You okay...ow!" The man yelped in pain as Raven grabbed his wrist. "Raven! What the hell?"

Reality suddenly snapped back to normal and Raven let her lover's wrist go. "Oh god, Dick, I'm sorry," she said as the man in bed next to her rubbed his wrist.

"Damn, that must have been one hell of a nightmare," Dick said as he propped himself up against the headboard of the bed. "Not that I'm complaining, because I like you in that form, but it must have been one hell of a dream if you started to morph claws."

"What do you mean by that?" Raven asked, then she looked down and realized she was in her natural blue skinned form. She shifted back to her blond haired "default" form. "Sorry about that," she said.

Dick Grayson blinked a couple times. "Um, Raven, you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Is there some reason why you shifted back to your blond form? Or did we decide to scrap the 'we can be ourselves' rule?"

Memories started to flood back into Raven's mind as she adapted to this new reality. Shapeshifter, former thief, former assassin, occasional mercenary, and author. She also remembered meeting up with a certain vigilante known as Nightwing and the interesting relationship they had developed over the last six months.

A smile formed on her lips as she returned to her normal blue form. "Well," she said coyly as she climbed on top of him, "maybe we should misbehave and it will make me forget my nightmare."

"I'm game if you are," Dick said, returning her grin. "Just try to lay off the claw marks...the guys at the precinct are starting to talk."