Universal Disclaimer: As long as this story stands, I own neither DC nor Super Smash Brothers. Those belong to their rightful owners.

In this story, the Smashers will be combined with heroes from DC. Each Smasher will have a different hero. Some of the Smasher and hero matchups might not be exactly right, but what can I say? Nothing's perfect.

So please enjoy!

Special Thank to these people for helping me with the hero matchups: Ridere93, ElementUchihaMaster, Chintaren, Naskara- Dragoon, FutureCam, FC'sGF, Takashi, and Austin.

Who is Batman?

If you don't know who this guy is, you've been living under a rock

Who is Meta Knight?

…I really, really hope you know who this guy is

Bat Knight

"I am vengeance! I am the night! I am…

BAT KNIGHT!"

They called him the Dark Knight, the Caped Crusader, and the World's Greatest Detective. He was the one that struck fear into the hearts of the citizens of Smash City, both the criminals and good people alike. He was the one that many turned to for help, but were never truly grateful enough when he gave it.

He was the hero Smash City needed, but not the one it deserved.

Unlike many other heroes of this day, he was neither born nor radiated with superpowers. In fact, he was the only two heroes of this age that relied on powerful weapons rather than powers to fight. However, unlike the other man with no powers (the insufferable Green Hero, as he was called), he preferred to remain in the shadows. Like a bat, he would always strike swiftly, downing every man his powerful Baterangs and sharp dagger, Galaxia, could touch. But just like a true bat, he would fade away into his cave when morning came to shine its rays upon Smash City.

For it was only at night when terror took hold and he would be needed once more.

His weapons were all specialized and all built by him and him alone. He had Baterangs, razor sharp boomerang- like objects that took on the shape of bats. If need be, he would simply press a specialized button on them and they would explode upon contact with a solid object. Among the Baterangs, he had a grappling hook, a great many types of bombs, and a special dagger he called Galaxia.

Oh yeah, he was also a martial arts master.

His costume was made just so he could move with the speed and fluidity of a snake. It was made of latex in varying shades of blue and back. A cape flared out behind him, sometimes acting as bat wings to help him glide to the ground. His utility belt, made just to fit around his small round body, was gold in color and just large enough to fit all of his weapons. His mask was made of shining silver, with special lenses where the eye pieces were to give his eyes the illusion that they were glowing yellow.

By day, he went by his alias, Bruce Dreamland. As much as he detested doing so, he was to play the part of the playboy billionaire who happened to be the CEO of the company that practically ran Smash City. But by night was when his true colors would shine. By night, he would don his costume, say goodbye to his faithful butler, Alfred, and begin his eternal haunting of the city. At night, he would become the Terror of the Night.

He was the Bat Knight.

It was strange how he came up with this identity, seeing that he could've taken on the image of just about anything else. But in many ways, he knew that it was the image of a bat, of a creature of the night that was said in many lore to bring death to all who dared cross its path, that struck fear into the hearts of any criminal. He remembered how back when he was only six years old, he had laid at the bottom of that well, shivering for what seemed like days on end. Though he had really only spent a few minutes down there in the well, it was enough to scar him for life.

For the whole time, he had been tormented by the resident bats that dwelled within.

He leaned down from his perch, deep yellow eyes searching the ground below. On many a night he would do this silent vigil, always on the watch for any sort of danger that would dare disturb the quiet peace of Smash City. There were times when mastermind criminals such as the Joker and King Penguin would break out of Arkham Asylum and he would be sent to stop it. Other times, it would simply be the minor robbery or attempted murder.

Either way, he would have to be the one that would solve it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" a piercing scream ripped through the night, sending an ice cold chill through his body. A scowl crossed his features as he leaped from his post.

He was hoping to catch up on some sleep tonight.

Quick as lightning, he leaped from the place and glided to the ground, guided by his natural instinct and the cold winter wind. His deep yellow eyes swiftly scanned the ground for any sign of where the scream originated. He landed on the ground and concentrated, trying to pinpoint the sound.

Then he found it. It was coming from an all too familiar alley. It was the one place in Smash City that he dared not venture to too often as every time he did, the memories of his past would always strike him with blows ten times more painful than those of any criminal's fist. He could still remember the bloodstained pavement below his feet, hear the cruel sound of the gunshot as it echoed around him, see the dark look of pure madness that the man holding the horrible weapon had in his eyes…

It was the place where his parents lost their lives fifteen years ago.

He was ten years old, coming back from an opera that he did not particularly enjoy. It was an opera that featured bats, huge ones, the size of humans. He was perfectly aware that they were men in costumes, knew that this opera was to celebrate his mother's birthday. But it was the memories that still haunted him, the image of those tiny red eyes glimmering in the darkness and the razor sharp fangs as they came at him, that caused his parents to leave the opera house early.

He was a selfish coward.

A man stepped out from behind a dumpster, his feet wrapped in bloodied bandages and his coat in shambles. If he didn't look threatening enough, he had a small revolver in his hand. The man demanded that his father hand over his wallet and for Mrs. Dreamland to hand over the pristine white pearls she had around her neck.

Thomas Dreamland had complied with the wallet, but Martha Dreamland had refused to hand over the pearls. Thomas had spent years upon years searching the jewelry stores of Smash City and beyond to find perfectly round pearls such as those and he was not going to give them up.

BANG!

The echo of the gun rang ominously through the night. Thomas Dreamland immediately doubled over, clutching the left side of his chest. His wife let out a piercing scream before the gun banged again and she sank to the ground. Bruce leaped into the air and looked frantically at the man, fearing that he would be next. But then, a strong and powerful arm wrapped around the shooter and wrenched the gun from his hand. Another arm grabbed Bruce and started dragging him away, all the while shouting orders that the boy could not hear.

He could only watch as his mother's bloodstained pearls rolled about on the pavement…

He had done nothing for years but blame himself for their deaths. Though he attended the most prestigious schools in the world, he always was expelled from them after only a few months. He was reckless and uncontrollable, one moment a sane man and hysterical the next. With no one to guide him, he wandered the earth, doomed to forever wander in hopes of seeking salvation.

And then it came to him.

He met and trained with a group of ninjas high in a secret mountain range that he dared not name. Here he learned to fight, to persevere, and to control himself.

But most of all, he learned that it was not his fault.

He returned to SmashCity a changed man. His butler, Alfred, who even after all these years continued to take care of Dreamland Manor, welcomed him with open arms. It was Alfred that showed him what his calling was, that helped him make the suit. It was Alfred that programmed the Bat Computer and helped design what would later become the Knightmobile.

It was Alfred that drove him to become Bat Knight…

For a moment, he hesitated, unsure of whether to take this matter into his own hands or leave it to the bumbling cops. No, the cops weren't that bumbling, he told himself. Even idiots like them could handle a simple thievery and rape, right?

"NO! PLEASE! HAVE MERCY!"

But he knew had no choice. If the woman was not helped immediately, she could be dead before the cops arrived at the scene. He was the only person who had heard her cry of help tonight and it was his duty as the Protector of Smash City to help her. Pushing the thoughts of his parents' deaths out of the way, he ran.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE!"

He reached the alleyway and only got a fleeting glimpse of a man in a ratty, worn out coat leering over a woman before he acted. Summoning all the strength he had in his short little legs, he leaped high into the air, spreading his cape out behind him like the wings of a bat. The woman screamed even louder as he leaped, fearing that he was a demon of some kind ready to take her soul.

As his great shadow passed over the full moon above, the man turned around to reveal a pair of filmy black eyes. The jaw was filled with yellow rotting teeth, he stank horribly of cheap rum and cigarette smoke. But Bat Knight wasted no time in smashing his small foot into the man's face. As he landed on the ground, his foe's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he hit the ground with a resounding thud!

The woman's eyes were on him, he knew. Any second now, she would either scream again or attempt to thank him. But before she could do either, he was gone. He used his grappling hook to disappear before any sound could come out of her throat. He didn't need her thanks.

He was the Bat Knight.

He landed on the roof above her and watched as she looked around once before picking up her purse and running as far away from the place as possible. Bat Knight felt the sense of a job well done settling within him as she ran.

Now if she could just stay out of trouble…

"Not a bad job there," a familiar voice behind him said. He did not need to turn around to know that a certain green clad archer was standing behind him.

"What are you doing here?" he growled, keeping his eyes on the shining lights of Smash City.

The archer laughed. "I just wanted to drop in and say hi, Bats. Don't have to be so harsh, ya know. Anyways…" from the sound of his voice, Bat Knight could tell that he was smirking. "So… how many pretty ladies didja save tonight, Bats?"

The Dark Knight ignored his question, eyes scanning the ground below. He needed to be perfectly aware of his surroundings if he wanted to keep Smash City criminal free. After all, one false move…

"Don't tell me that she was the only one!" the archer was starting to get on his nerves. "I mean, I saved like twenty seven today and you only saved one? And you're the Bat Knight!"

"Do you actually have something important to say, or are you here merely to gloat over how many women were dumb enough to allow themselves to be saved by you?" Bat Knight asked quietly. The tone of his voice showed that he meant business.

The archer sighed. "Well… not really… alright, I'll leave ya alone…"

"Good," he said simply. The archer paused for only a moment more before his footsteps faded away.

He could hear sirens in the distance. So the police chose now to show up to the former scene of the crime. Luckily, the bum was still unconscious.

Sooner or later, the policemen will put two and two together. Sooner or later, yet another hunt for him would start. Sooner or later, there would be more speculation.

Young children often asked their parents why Bat Knight would always run after he saved someone. Their parents would either avoid the question or ignore it entirely. They did not know the truth, but he did.

He ran because they have to chase him.

He didn't do anything wrong.

He is the hero Smash City deserves, but not the one it needs right now.

So they'll hunt him because he can take it.

Because he is not their hero.

He is a silent guardian.

A watchful protector.

The Dark Knight.