Editor: After a few months of sitting on my rear, I've finally decided to try posting this one chapter at a time when I can. Resurrected from the original Starvix's profile, Justice For All is NOT mine! I only edited the story for grammar and spelling. Special thanks to Archivist001 and MyRandomName for finding the story floating in the cold dark rift that is the internet!

PS: I'm not sure if anyone is interested in Starvix's before and after notes with each chapter. So, for this first chapter, I'll only include her original disclaimer!

First off, I have to admit, I haven't been this excited about writing a new fic in nearly a year now. For so long, my fics have either been started because someone requested it, or it's a sequel fic, or a combination of the two, and it gets tedious. Don't get me wrong, folks; I am having fun with the 3 currently active Sonic the Hedgehog stories I got, and I enjoy hearing and even trying ideas that you toss to me, and I promise you that I am fully intending to finish them asap. (being authors, you know that sometimes Author's Block can make things tricky, and besides that, I haven't been eager to write anything for a while now really.)

Finally, I came up with this idea myself, although afterwards while looking through the No You Can't forum in the Megamind section, I saw that darkryubaby had previously suggested a similar crossover, and I did get permission seeing as it was a similar idea and I didn't want anyone to think I stole it. You can actually see my request and darkryubaby's ok if you go to that forum. So, recap: Nobody requested I do this fic, I'm super excited about writing again because of it, and I will continue to work on the rest of my fics, promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League, or Megamind. This story takes place about one year post-movie in the Megamind universe, and starts just after Starcrossed in the JL universe, with references and mild spoilers to Justice League Unlimited episodes throughout the story, as it is supposed to be happening during that same timeframe.

The night was peaceful and still; stars twinkled in the heavens, although technically it was hard to tell seeing as the city's lights tended to mute their effect. But stars notwithstanding, Metro City was sublimely peaceful at this time of night.

KA-BOOOM!

Ok, so maybe the peace was short-lived. It generally was in the place known by most of the residents as Metro City, and by one rather peculiar one who insisted on pronouncing it 'Metrocity'. But anyway, an alarm began to scream in the night, as if protesting the sound of the explosion, and inside of Metro City First National Bank, three masked men were hurriedly going about their business—although to be frank, they technically had no business being there after hours.

"Oh, man, oh, man, I knew this was a bad idea," moaned one shaky-looking criminal, dressed in the overly-used clichéd black body suit, including ski mask. An equally over used and clichéd—but no less dangerous for that fact—handgun was clutched tightly in his right arm, and he was shaking so that one would easily mistake him for some sort of clichéd, black Jello man.

"Stop your whining, Frank," Snapped another criminal, this one much more composed. He was the boss, or at least he seemed to be in charge. "We'll be out of here soon enough with the cash."

The words were no sooner out of his mouth when the lights in the building suddenly cut off, leaving the three men in pitch blackness. Smoke started to pour into the building from the outside, and red and blue lights seemed to start blinking in and out, along with what appeared to be a strobe light, casting the world in a eerie lighting that served to freak Frank out and unnerve the others.

"Oh, geez! Oh, geez! This is so bad, he's here!" Frank shrieked, his voice assuming a pitch that a man should not be able to reach.

"Shut UP Frank," snapped the man in command, his gun poised and at the ready as he tried to peer through the smoke. "Grab whatever loot you can and let's get out of here."

"You won't need loot where you're going," said a calm, slightly haughty voice, as a figure melodramatically walked through the fog, the seemingly random lights all suddenly pointing towards him to give him an otherworldly spotlight. Megamind, Incredibly Handsome Super Genius and Master of all Heroics, smirked at the three crooks and aimed his de-gun at them dramatically. "Which is jail." He added.

Frank screamed.

"Nice lady scream, by the way," Megamind complimented him, before the as of now unnamed accomplice currently standing next to Frank disappeared and a blue cube fell to the ground from where he had been standing.

"Get him!" the boss yelled, and he and Frank opened fire on the blue alien.

Twisting his body in ways that most certainly were not humanly possible, Megamind smirked as the bullets harmlessly flew past him, and fired his own in the middle of a particularly Matrix-esque move—and he should know, he had spent weeks practicing that particular move after Roxanne brought the Matrix over to watch with him and he realized just how cool-looking it was, not that he'd ever admit any of that under interrogation—and the boss-man also seemingly dissolved, a small blue block hitting the ground in his stead.

That just left Megamind and Frank, the only non-dehydrated member of this bungled little burglary. Who, the alien noticed happily, looked like he was about to pee his pants right now. Of course, Megamind kept any signs of his glee to himself, and with practiced ease narrowed his face into a menacing sneer.

"Boo."

Frank screamed at the calmly-spoken word, turned, and ran right into a pillar that the architect of the bank had placed inside the building for a more aesthetically pleasing environment. The would-be crook gave a little whimper, then slowly slid down the pillar, a trail of drool left behind as the obviously-unconscious crook collapsed to the ground.

Megamind shook his head. "The een-comp- ee-tanz of crooks these days," he sighed, either not knowing or not caring of his bungled attempt to say the word 'incompetence' before dehydrating Frank to ensure he wouldn't regain consciousness and escape before the cops came to take him away. He picked up the three orbs and put them on a nearby countertop, then quickly scrawled a little note for the police. "Keep in dry place…hugs and kisses, MM," he spoke aloud as he was writing, then placed the note with the cubes. "Well, that really ought to do it," he said proudly once he'd finished.

He brushed his hands off, turned, and suddenly the song 'Hero' by Skillet blasted through the room so loudly he nearly fell off his feet. "Gah!" he yelped, instinctively drawing his De-Gun before he realized what had happened. His face dropped into a contemplative scowl that Roxanne had the gall to call cute—it was not, of course—and muttered, "Minion, I will kill you."

He put away his De-Gun and stalked out of the building, his glare falling towards what appeared to be a fish in a gorilla suit, who appeared to be fiddling with a CD player.

"Got it!" the fish was saying triumphantly. "OK, Sir, we've had a few technical difficulties with the new CD player, but now we're all ready to go stop some robbers."

"I already stopped the robbers, Minion," Megamind told his friend calmly. "Without heroic theme music I might add."

Minion seemed to deflate slightly. "I'm sorry, Sir," he said apologetically.

Megamind's annoyance evaporated. "Don't worry about it, Minion," he said. "We're still fairly new to the whole 'hero' business, so I'm sure you'll get it right eventually."

Minion perked up. "Next time for sure, Sir," he replied.

"I don't believe I know this song," Megamind continued, more to change the subject than anything else. Hero was still blaring from the CD player, as Minion had not yet turned it off.

"I just bought it from Wal-Mart online," Minion explained. "I was attempting to find some good Heroic music. Do you like it?"

"Well, it's not Metallica," Megamind replied. "But it's not half bad." Better than Music Man's new 'hit' he thought to himself, shuddering at the thought of the new song that for some reason, the residents of Metro City had loved enough that it was currently playing on every station seemingly every time he turned on the radio. He shook himself out of such unpleasant memories quickly, however, and, slapping Minion's arm lightly, he continued. "Well, let's head back to The Lair Formerly Known as Evil then."

The two laughed, a hauntingly evil sounding laugh (they were still working on non-evil laughs, and the bwa-ha-ha's just came too easily to ignore them sometimes) and walked back down the road towards the invisible car. They'd have parked closer, but the road that the bank was on had a strict no parking from 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. law, and Megamind assumed that if they were going to be heroes, they needed to obey all the laws, even the stupid ones that made absolutely no sense.

Finally, the laughter died down, and Minion cleared his throat. "Uh, Sir? Is that really what we're going to call Evil Lair now?"

Megamind waved his hand in a dismissive way. "It's a work in progress Minion," he replied.

Meanwhile…

Reforming was a good idea. The hero the world knew as Super Man knew that. The seven of them (Well, six, since Shayera had quit after the Thanagarian invasion) simply could not keep tabs on the whole world, nor could they answer every call for help. Adding new members—lots of new members—was a good idea.

Actually deciding who those members would be, however, was proving to be so frustrating that the Man of Steel was seriously wondering if he could jab a stick of Kryptonite into his own chest and save himself a lot of pain. He shook himself out of the thought; that was a long-term solution to a short-term problem, and would never do. They couldn't possibly argue over the potential new team members forever. Right?

"What about that Spider guy in New York?" Flash asked.

"He's too young," The Green Lantern known as John Stewart answered dismissively.

Flash's jaw dropped. "What, is there an age limit to being able to kick super villain butt that I didn't know about?" he asked, sounding slightly offended.

"There is if you don't want a child-exploitation lawsuit kicking your butt," Lantern replied.

Flash considered this. "Oh," he replied. "Well, forget I mentioned it."

"Already done."

The World's Fastest Man sighed. "And I guess that also excludes Static and Gear, huh?"

"Got it in one."

Super Man cleared his throat. "Does anyone else have another suggestion?" he asked, rather hoping that they did, and a lot of good ones, so that when the time came for him to suggest who he wished to join, they'd be in such a good mood that they wouldn't argue overmuch.

"Green Arrow," Batman said, speaking for the first time since the meeting started.

Flash's nose wrinkled. "Geez, that guy's three nuts away from paranoid delusional, and he doesn't even have any powers."

"Exactly," Batman said simply. "He'll keep you honest."

No one looked quite thrilled at the unspoken assumption in Batman's statement, but since this was, technically, his space station, he got final say in the matter, so it was agreed that Green Arrow could join.

After this, many good suggestions were thrown around, and it was eventually decided that the final roster would include Super Girl, Captain Atom, Hawk and Dove, B'Wanna Beast, the Question, the Atom, Booster Gold (Super Man couldn't figure out how that happened, but it did give him hope so he wasn't complaining) Black Canary, Huntress, Captain Marvel, Vigilante, Vixen, and several others who's names he currently couldn't remember.

Super Man realized that the meeting was winding down, and that he needed to speak now or forever hold his peace. He cleared his throat to gain attention, then said quietly, "I'd like to suggest the new hero of Metro City be allowed to join."

There was a long silence as the League took in what he had said. Green Lantern's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Super Man braced himself for what he knew was coming.

"You mean Megamind?" Lantern yelled. "That criminal?"

"Oh, sweet!" Flash did a fist pump in the air, looking positively giddy. "HECK yeah! That guy is the bomb!"

Super Man released a breath that he hadn't known he'd been holding and gave Flash a heartfelt look of gratitude, pleased that he had some support.

"It was so awesome when he gave up his criminal activities and became the good guy," Flash continued, not particularly caring about what anyone else thought of his speech. "I didn't feel so bad about cheering for him after that."

"Flash!" Green Lantern spluttered, looking hilariously scandalized.

"What? Metro Man's a jerk. We all know that," Flash crossed his arms, daring anyone to contradict him, knowing that nobody could. Metro Man had helped the League once before during a threat that could have potentially destroyed the whole earth, and the general consensus was that he was remarkably self-centered and unpleasant to be around. "Five more minutes with him and I'd have tried to off him," The World's Fastest Man continued, just to finish his point.

"He's got 88 life sentences for kidnapping, attempted murder, murder, and wanton public endangerment," Lantern pointed out.

"No one never pressed any charges for kidnapping, Metro City has exonerated him from any charges considering public endangerment, and we all know he didn't kill Metro Man," Super Man replied. "Or anyone else."

That was certainly true; Metro Man was the one and only murder Megamind ever attempted to commit, and he was the only villain who had not so much as one civilian casualty during his entire criminal career. Say what you want about him, even Green Lantern had to admit, it would be nice if more super villains were that considerate of human life. Unfortunately, Megamind seemed to be one of a kind as far as that was concerned.

As for Metro Man, once it became obvious that Metro City was seriously considering putting Megamind on trial for his murder, the city's ace reporter Roxanne Ritchi 'blew the whistle' on him. None of the heroes currently in the watchtower were at all pleased with the fact that a man who swore to protect his city had faked his own death to get out of it, or the fact that he hadn't even caught any public flak for it, and in fact, his Music Man career skyrocketed once everyone learned the truth about his so-called death.

"Attempted murder, then," Green Lantern pointed out.

"Is it really attempted murder if you know the guy you're after can't possibly be killed?" Flash wondered aloud.

Green Lantern threw his hands in the air and looked at the remaining three members with exasperation. "You talk to them," he requested.

J'onn J'onzz looked thoughtful. "This planet's justice system is based on the idea that former criminals reforming and becoming a helpful member of society, is it not? It seems to me that it's our duty to support the process, and Megamind might do well with established heroes to help him make the transition from villain to hero."

Wonder Woman, however, shook her head, looking uncertain. "In my experience, a criminal does not change his ways so suddenly like Megamind has seemingly done. His change of heart seems…suspicious."

Super Man's heart sank. If Wonder Woman had sided with him, then the majority rules vote would have gotten Megamind into the League. As it was, it was three for, two against, and Batman was the deciding vote. If he voted against, making it three-three, he would still be the deciding factor on the count that it was his station. (As per the unspoken rule since Hawk Girl had quit—if it came to a split three-vs-three debate, the side Batman was on always won, even though he wasn't even 'officially' a member.) And seriously, what were the odds that Batman would agree to have a former criminal in the Justice League?

The Dark Knight mulled it over for a bit, his mind analyzing and considering angles that the rest of them could scarcely grasp, much less consider, and then finally he gave a single nod of the head. "Having him in the League will make it easier to keep an eye on him."

It took him awhile to comprehend what his unlikely friend had just said, and what that meant. Once he did, Super Man gave the Caped Crusader a thankful grin, even though he hadn't intended the offer of membership as a sign of distrust in Megamind's sincerity. He'd been the official protector of Metro City for a little over six and a half months now, a whole year if you included the time he had spent in the hospital recovering from the beating that Tighten had given him. The Man of Steel was certain Megamind was on-the-level about his change in careers.

Flash jumped up with a war whoop, no doubt figuring the many ways he could corner Megamind in the watchtower to talk about different subjects and maybe even find sneaky ways to get an autograph or two. Green Lantern just groaned and rubbed his head.

"This is not a good idea," he predicted, but was ignored.