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"You have to start out learning to believe the little lies to believe the big ones."

They had to try their best to do this thing incognito. After all, the plan was get in, get the shard, get out, and while several of them were total unknowns in this world, three of them ran the risk of being recognized by some of the resident superheroes and supervillains since they were from a similar dimension and had equivalents here.

Nightwing, not so much since he usually wore a mask, but Cassie and Kon didn't wear masks as part of their costumes, and Kon especially wore a very familiar face. He was younger than Kal but still approaching adulthood now and that meant his cloney resemblance to the current de facto ruler of the world was pretty uncanny now.

That was why Kon was in disguise. He was wearing his usual jeans, black long-sleeved shirt, black boots, and black gloves. But he had a dumpy, shapeless, brown jacket over top of it all, a blue baseball cap, and a pair of dorky, large-framed glasses. Fortunately, spring was only just starting in this world and hadn't quite chased away the chill of winter so they could all bundle up with clothes that made them look innocuous.

The magical door had appeared in an alley, against a nondescript wall. As soon as they were all through and had closed it behind then, Kon peered around a corner to see if he could recognize where they were by the city's night-time skyline.

"Looks like Gotham." A pause. "It's hardly recognizable, though. I've never seen Gotham this clean."

He squinted instinctually, trying to peer around some more with his X-ray vision and found it working in full when he usually struggled with it back in the Guardians' universe. He held up his hand and poured on the teke, creating a field around it.

"My powers seem to be stronger here for some reason. The ones that are limited in the Guardians' universe are back, like my teke. You guys feeling the same? Most of us are superheroes or equivalents in our worlds. Being in a superhero universe might be amping up our powers or something. Maybe making the belief stronger."

It all ran on narratives, right? Stories? This was a story superheroes were supposed to be in.

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"You are crazy." Danny reminded her, rolling his eyes.

"But you've got a point. I figure at least some of them probably were threatened into quitting by Superman. We might be able to talk them into helping to end it all for good."

"You might be able to convince Blue Beetle to come out of retirement," said Batman, appearing as if he'd melted out of the shadows.

That was just a thing he did. A Bat-thing.

"He's refusing to talk to us after the...incident that forced him into retirement, but he might be willing to fight again if someone other than us talks to him. And if we offer protection for his family." A pause. "He was always far more inclined to hope than the rest of us. Despite it all, I doubt that's really changed."

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"Yeah, all the backup we can muster would be good," Haruto finally piped up, putting down his cup. He'd been pretty rattled by the footage - that was way more brutal than he'd ever seen anyone be, and that was counting someone willing to sacrifice countless lives in a ritual to revive someone.

Hell, even the Badan Empire wasn't that harsh...

He shakes his head, then frowns. "I'm here to bring magical firepower, but I'd feel a lot better with a lot of help after seeing all that. That said... I'll do what I can to help convince people." He smiles slightly, folding his arms and leaning back in his chair. He's not quite as confident as he usually is, but there's still some.

"Turning despair into hope is kind of my thing."

"We're going to need the numbers," said Batwoman with a nod. "Because he's definitely not working alone."

She pulled up images and video of Wonder Woman, many of them just as sinister as the videos of Superman, as she toppled tanks and snapped the necks of supervillains.

"This is Wonder Woman, aka Diana of Themyscira, daughter of the Greek God Zeus and Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons. She's Superman's second in command and the most dangerous of his allies. Her powers include superstrength, superspeed, super fast reflexes, invulnerability, flight, resistance to injury, enhanced senses. Her lasso is capable of compelling whoever is bound by it to tell the truth, her sword is capable of cutting through nearly everything, and her impenetrable bracelets allow her to deflect lasers and projectiles. She's an extremely gifted combatant and an expert in combat and military tactics. Superman wouldn't have been able to cement his regime without her."

The worst part of all.

"She has no known weaknesses like Superman. Due to the magical nature of her origins, she has no particular weaknesses towards magic."

"I happen to have it on good authority that she has a weakness for Cheesecake." Harley piped up having fallen back into being unhelpful.

"I hear on Themyscira they have a Minotaur that cooks all their desserts. I say we kidnap him and make him cook for us!"

"Blue Beetle's a good egg if there ever was one," Cassie said, though she'd stiffened and glared when Batman had reappeared. "You guys may want to give us a list of the people who are still around -- I get the feeling there are a good number of heroes from where we're from who didn't even exist here.

No sign of Donna, after all. Unless she was still being bounced around through various lives of horror and hardship because this Diana didn't seem to give a rat's ass about her sidekicks.

She frowned as Batwoman explained Diana. "Wait, she's a daughter of Zeus? That's...weird, but it does put the two of us on more equal footing, at least when it comes to sheer power. It also gives us a potential weakness: Hera, queen of the gods. She doesn't traditionally care for her husband's bastard kids. I don't have a direct line to her, but..."

Her hand strayed to hover over the lasso at her hip, but not to touch it. Would it speak to the Ares here as it did to the one in her world? Did she really want to talk to any version of Ares, put herself in his debt?

Still thinking, she added in Harley's direction, "Ferdinand is from Kithira, not Minos. He prefers 'Kithotaur'."

"Oh, well now there's no need to worry. If we have cheesecake on how side, how could we possibly ever lose?"

Peter wondered if it was a bad sign that he fell so easily into bantering with the clearly completely insane jester lady. Probably not a good indication of his own mental sanity, really...

"But these people we're asking for help - can we be sure that they won't tip Mr Superdoom off if we can't convince them? Cause, like, I'd really prefer it if we didn't have him and his merry band of evil minions coming after us first. Even if we do have cheesecake."

"Because if they were inclined to help him, they'd already be doing it." Which was the bitch of the thing with Cyborg, Raven and Flash. Among others. He would never have pegged them for going along with any of this.

Then again, he never would have thought that Kal would have gone off the deep end like this, either. "The fact of the matter is, once we start moving, it isn't impossible that we're going to stumble across the other side. It's a fact of life, especially since we're likely to be hitting places and things that, if Kal's smart, he'll have watch on." And they couldn't guarantee that Kal wasn't smart.

"Blue Beetle...the Reyes kid, right?" Dick had only met the kid in passing, really, but he'd heard good things about him. "We'll send somebody to talk to him, see if we can't get him back in the game. As for magical back up for Haruto. I love you, Z, but we're going to need to pull in somebody else as well."

Dick had to pause, frowning. Constantine, he remembered from the comics, was in the wind. Not that he would have been Dick's first choice on the best of days. Most of the others were dead.

"Red Robin says Baby Beetle's almost Big Blue levels of being a total boy scout." A pause. "Well...our Big Blue anyway. Obviously the one in this world failed to get all his not-being-evil merit badges." He nodded towards Cass, who was the one that told him about what he was about to say next, "Apparently, the evil future Titans that we'll fortunately never turn into had to outright kill him to get their evil regime going. He was basically an incorruptible pain in their backsides until they had to take him down. As long as this version's that decent, even if he turns us down, there's no chance he'll rat us out."

That was one person covered at least.

Dick was right though, they definitely needed some more magical heavy hitters.

Zatanna looked at Haruto, as if doing the mental math.

"Unless you're a world-class sorcerer and keeping it under your hat -" She lifted up hers and yep, that was a rabbit on her head under it, briefly visible until she put her hat back down, "he's right."

In the grand scheme of it all, she knew her place. Compared to some mages and sorcerers - many of them now gone - she was hardly more than a hedge witch.

"There is one mage I know of that might be willing to help, but it's...risky, in more ways than one. And it'll be like getting blood from a stone - without magic, that is - to get him to help us."

She cast a nervous glance over at Bruce, knowing exactly how he was going to react to the suggestion.

"Timothy Hunter."

"Absolutely not," Bruce insisted. "He's too unpredictable and the last thing we need right now is someone even more powerful than Superman potentially taking his place."

"Ooo ooo! He said no that means we should do it!"

Harley was rising out of her chair, two hands on the table with eyes bright and twinkling with mischief.

"Sorry B-man, but isn't unpredictable better in this case? They'll be expecting you to do things like Batman, but if you do something unexpected..."

Of course leave it to Harley Quinn to be in favor of the dangerous and unpredictable.

"Y'know what we could do? We could discuss the idea like adults instead of rejecting it as soon as its brought up." Danny said, looking less than impressed by Bruce's comment.

"Can we at least hear about this guy before we make a decision about whether or not we try to bring him in on this?"

"He's a traumatized teenage boy that lost both his parents," Zatanna said pointedly, staring Bruce down.

It was enough to get him to quiet down and listen.

She turned to explain to the others, knowing that even Dick might not know much about who she was talking about.

"Timothy Hunter is a vastly powerful wizard. There are multiple prophecies that say he's destined to become the most powerful mage in the world. At the height of his power he's had the capacity to manipulate reality itself, usually during times he's accepted his sorcery as part of himself. Even at his lows, he's still more powerful than I am."

A pause.

"The problem is, when it's written in your destiny that you're supposed to become the most powerful magic-wielder of the age, in flaming magical letters fifty-feet high, that most people in the magical community can see, you get a lot of people trying to kill, use, or manipulate you. His mother died when he first manifested his powers and started to get targeted and three years back, before the disaster in Metropolis that sent Superman over the edge, his father was killed by one of his enemies..."

Another pause.

"...In one of those ways that makes it clear how creative magic can be."

In the worst way imaginable.

"He blames himself for it. He's renounced all magic and holed himself up in a pocket dimension of his own creation. He hasn't even aged since then. He only gave a few of us access to it, people he trusts. Myself, his ex-girlfriend Molly. Dr. Occult, when he was still alive." She rolled her eyes slightly (but maybe a little fondly). "Constantine, for some inexplicable reason. I think he gets lonely. I think I would be able to bring someone with me, though if I were to do that, he might cut me off."

She tilted her head to the side. "He's a good kid, at heart. Just a little lost."

If her previous words had made Bruce get quiet, those kept him quiet. He did seem to be seriously considering what she was saying.

"Bruce is right in that it wouldn't be a good idea to toss him in the thick of it, directly at Superman," she acknowledged. "Even though he could probably take him out in less than a blink, it would be far too dangerous. There are about seven different prophecies that suggest it'd be a bad idea to toss him at the current self-appointed king of the world. Moments like that are too fraught with fate and destiny and the potential of assumed power for magic users of his caliber. But he could potentially be useful keeping the Stormtroopers and Sinestro Corps off of us. They're not equipped to defend themselves against magic."

She shrugged.

"The only problem is that I've tried to get him involved in the world again, and asked for his help at times, and it's all fallen on deaf ears. He's really struggled with the guilt from the death of his father. But if at least one of us could get through to him..."

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Batman, to his credit, did seem to be carefully considering everything Zatanna had said, though he still clearly had concerns.

"You're sure?" he asked Zatanna.

Zatanna nodded.

"At worst, he'll just say no. But maybe if someone talks to him, someone that understands grief..." She raised her eyebrows at Bruce.

There were very few people in existence (especially now after he'd lost so many friends) that could get away with being that direct with Batman.

There was an almost comical pause.

"I'm not good with teenagers," he said flatly.

Completely and totally true. Despite the fact he'd raised and mentored a few, nevertheless, completely and totally true.

At the very least he seemed to have decided to trust Zatanna's judgment.

"Zatanna's already tried to talk to him and I doubt he'll trust any of us. He's already had people from our world trying to entangle him in conflict." He nodded towards the others. "It'll have to be one of you."

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Zatanna initially gets a shrug. "Normally I'd say to just let me at him to gauge things, but going by those videos, I might not make it back to think about it. So yeah, I'll gladly take any help I can get, even if it's overdoing it."

For the rest of the discussion, he listened, but at the end of it, Haruto laughed quietly, in a sort of hollow, dry 'well how about that' manner. "Well, he's not the only one who lost their parents at a young age," he comments, then sighs. "Though my instance wasn't connected to my magic. However..." He folds one leg over the other, linking his hands together over his stomach. "Mine is connected to resisting falling into despair. Maybe I could be of some help, there."

"I'll come with you," Peter said. He didn't volunteer why. It was still hard to talk about Uncle Ben, and there were a lot of people here who he didn't know that well, if at all. But he could talk to this Timothy Hunter - and it wasn't even just about finding allies. Peter knew what that felt like. This kid needed help too, not just this world.

"Thank you," said Zatanna. "Even if he doesn't agree to help, I just...hate seeing him like that."

Next to her, Batman nodded a subtle little nod, making it clear that, though he hoped they could get Hunter on their side, Zatanna wasn't the only one that thought it'd be good to for someone to speak to a lonely, lost orphan for his own good.

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"While we're on magical allies, is there anything else we can use, anyone else we can go to?" Batwoman asked them. "Magical artifacts we can find, now that we've got more manpower to hunt them down? That's Superman's big weakness."

There were still other Leaguers to go over but they'd struck off on a tangent and had gotten pretty productive while on it. So far the newcomers had contributed a lot.

Superboy had done his research and he had an idea that he didn't much like - actually that he hated.

Partly because it was something that could possibly even kill him.

"I know this is basically the 'nuke it from orbit, it's the only way to be sure' option here, but this might get...bad. And we might need a nuclear option in case it all goes to hell." What he was about to suggest wasn't an option to take lightly. "Jim Corrigan's in Arkham, right? Insane and bound by a magic cast by Mister Mxyzptlk."

Try saying that five times fast, non-DC universe people.

"And old Mxy didn't do anything to the Spectre, just locked him inside and made his host nuts while he pretended to be the Spectre, right?"

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"The magical seals that have been cast on Jim Corrigan are nearly unbreakable. There's no way to free him with the magical firepower we have on hand. Even if we get Tim Hunter's help, he probably isn't powerful enough to beat 5th dimensional magic," Zatanna said, shaking her head.

"The Spectre's supposed to be the spirit of God's vengeance, right? Only a few things are powerful enough to even touch him, because supposedly he answers to a higher power, is made up of the strongest magic of all - of magic that isn't even magic."

It was supposed to be something even beyond it.

"So then we go higher than Doctor Fate, we go higher than Tim Hunter, we go with something magic that's supposed to be attached to the Big Man himself."

Kon jerked a thumb at the ceiling, implying which Big Man he meant.

"Because if it's imbued with that kind of power it can probably free a being made of that power."

A power above all magic, because that power was (supposedly) what had shaped all of existence.

"The Spear of Destiny. If we can find it."

Dick had sat back, listening. He had, of course, heard of Tim Hunter and figured he was probably a good choice. And back up would be nice, even if the kid couldn't get involved directly. For very good reasons.

Mention of the Specter, though, makes him sit up straighter, looking to Kon. "That's one hell of a nuclear option there, Kon."

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