Note to Grievous Shakar: Your character has a critical role later. He is not yet out! I have also taken in your request.

Note to Starofnights: I felt really bad about flaming you a bit, so I gave Rich an extra important roll this story.

Note to Pakkrat: So; you enjoy battle scenes?

Authors Note: Sorry it took so long, Exams a plenty. Extra note, there will be retribution. The 'good' side of your OC's will prevail, but maybe not until the end credits. Enjoy…

"Oh father, my father. Show us a sign
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come when the world is mine
Tomorrow… belongs to me..."(From an anonymous reviewer)

Shekron's form slowly becomes visible in the dense smoky air. A continuous sound like a low tone of a cello resounds.

"I was wondering when this was going to happen. I was wondering when fate would bring me to meet you. I was wondering, and hoping so long for a chance to do this, to test the theory, to settle the old score… I'm glad you came…"

"Yes… you…" replies Shekron, standing in front of Kaizer. "This ends."

"It always does…" smiles Kaizer.

"Evil will not win…"

"It never does…"

"Then why fight?"

"It never does…"

The good Shekron, the version that was imagined by a reviewer is almost exactly the same as his evil counterpart. Being the good version of Shekron, he is also just as powerful. The good one shone slightly, while the evil shadowed darker.

"You know you cannot win…" says the good.

"I can still kill you…"

"Don't you mean; me?"

Evil Shekron laughs chillingly. "You are still blind to me… do you think you, that we are the same?"

"Aren't we all? For all have…"

"Enough!" says Evil, putting up his hand. "I grow tired of battling make believe characters, I grow weary of the insolence, the lack of thought vision and ultimate… predictability… are you ready to die?" Shekron reveals his awesome presence as hundreds upon thousands of himself spread across the plains and the smoke lifts to reveal the barren wasteland.

"I will stop you!" says the good Shekron, un-flinching.

"You and what army?"

Good Shekron reveals his counterparts, numbering just as many as Evil Shekron, but the dark opponents only laugh. "So be it!" he holds his hands in the air and the many shapes turn into fog like apparitions, swirling as if in vacuum towards the one, sucking into the being with shrieks and moans until the solitary evil is emanating in sheer power. The good Shekron does likewise, yet instantaneously; without the taunting show of strength. "What took you so long?" taunts evil.

"Had to get some friends…"

Imagine a planet where all the heroes of Fanfiction, originals and OC's all brought together in a call to fight for the good side in all of this realm. X-men, Justice League, Powerpuff girls, James Bond, Terminator, zoids, transformers, star wars, anime and many more heroes are all assembled behind good Shekron, but they are equally matched.

Behind evil, spawned all the villains of fanfiction, rallied by the bloodthirsty shrill of Shekron. Disney, Harry potter, Marvel and Capcom etc. badguys and all assortments of arch enemies meet up against the good side, and in the greater case; outnumbering them…

"This is unfair!" says Shekron surprised, his darkness gleaming. "Is there something wrong?"

"What are you waiting for? Attack!" says Good Shekron, revealing his long sword. "We are ready!"

"Not quite!" says Kaizer. "You see, this is merely a projection of fantasy, I was looking more to reality… thusly!" suddenly things shift…

Every character ever spawned in imagination makes its appearance on the huge barren planet… two of each. Every character is matched against his good or bad side in an ultimate battle of good versus evil. Good Goku vs. Bad Goku, good Aragorn vs. bad Aragorn, bad Inyuyasha vs. good Inyuyasha and so on.

The two huge forces look upon each other in awe of the size; some villains actually teaming up with the evil versions of their nemesis and the good side doing likewise. Though each was identical to the other, there was something about their aura's that you could tell the good from the bad. One side of the planet felt cold and cruel.

This is a battle beyond all imagination, and far beyond my own abilities. I hope I can at least capture a glimpse of the struggle as the skies turn to fire with massive collisions, as bodies fly, grapple at each other and churn the rocks of the earth as the mighty titans of fantasy clash out in total chaos…

Yes…

It is amusing…

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"This is the most ABSOLUTELY pathetic one of the bunch! Beast Boy!" laughs Pakkrat, dodging the puffing Rhino. "Weak, unbelievably useless! The very need of you is comic relief which a twiggy, vegetarian, ladies man that hardly can be taken serious upon courtship certainly works well." and he hits the ribs of the animal as it passes by.

Beastboy turns back into himself and rubs his side. "Let's see how weak THIS is!" he says and goes gorilla.

"Beast Boy, simply put I doubt anyone expects anything truly of you." says Pakkrat un-taunted and dodging the fists. "The stories on your romances are sad, little lust stories where you have to sit back and hold out as your insecurities hold you from ever truly admitting your heart." A punch connects and sends the black clad man into the air and into a rock, but he arises from the dust amused. Pakkrat grabs his chest in play, "A pain, oh so deep inside! The idea of accepting who he is for a fact so simply real!" Pakkrat snickers, and then strides slowly. "You are without a doubt the weakest, your power pathetic and for writing, you know how often a writer uses "Gorilla" because you actually can't find another creature worth the time." before Beastboy can charge him, Pakkrat leaps and scores a kick to his head with his metal boots, putting him in a daze. A wicked swipe from the crowbar gashes his shoulder and he roars with pain. "The show, you are used as that again, and again because you are a difficult being to use. The need for you to get the wise-crack, the needed coop-degra! A coward though, not capable of protecting them all."

Beastboy goes into T-rex form and does a spine chilling roar at the villain who leaps away before the jaws can finish him.

"Oho!" laughs Pakkrat. "Playing for keeps now?" he cackles as he slips under an arch to trap the lizard head. "But do you think I'm any common character… like you? Bata-boom!"

Beastboy, upon the word of Bata, transformed into a falcon and flew top speed before the arch exploded, sending rock everywhere. "Amusing is it not?" and Pakkrat holds his arm out. "Imagination is truly amazing!" and from the smoke that wraps on his arm, a huge gun forms and shoots at the bird, shattering a column of rock in it's armour piercing exploding shell. "Eternity awaits…" and he stalks his prey in the maze of marble pillars.

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"Do you sense it? Do you feel it?" says Shadow in his low raspy voice, taunting at Raven. "The growing darkness of your soul?"

"What are you trying to do?" sighs Raven. "There is nothing left to argue; I'm not even real, why bother trying to bring me down? Words can do nothing now…"

"Why bother fighting it then sweetie?" he laughs, coating his hands in shadow. "Come here and I'll give you a hug!" he smiles as his hands become large black claws.

"You first creep!" she retorts and does likewise. They stand and wait with hands clenching, then Raven blinks…

As Shadow moved at her, a large rock almost collides with him, but he breaks through like a drill and locking claws with Raven. The stones cracked and the shadows grew thick around them as their auras competed for supremacy.

"Such potential! I am impressed, but not surprised!" Shadow grins, his black trench wavering in the force. "But I am still a force to be reckoned! HA!" and Raven is blasted away by the shadow around the man. But a snake like beam coils him and constricts.

"You can't win Shadow!" says Raven, tightening the hold, yet struggling against his strength. "Evil never wins."

"But don't you know?" he says, starting to rupture the energy. "YOU are evil!" and the coils unleash.

Raven shoots out black energy 'nails' but as quick as light, Shadow takes a sword from the darkness and hits it back, a shield stopping the rebound.

"See!" says Shadow mocking. "Your dependence on the dark powers is dragging you down! Spend your soul to destroy me! It is inevitable!"

"I'm not falling for that Shadow!" yells Raven, throwing boulders at the man. "I am a character, so the dark powers are of no consequence to me! I am no longer in danger of destroying the world, nor losing a soul. I am a fighter for good!"

"You are blind!" he sighs and shakes his head. The boulders are blocked by spike pillars from the shadows on the ground; such was his powers. Each one jabbing up like a punch to fragment the rocks hurled at him. "And you call yourself a hero!"

"What do you want?" says Raven furious. "There is nothing to fight over!"

"There is always something to fight over my dear! Good will always have to face evil and evil will always despise good, as shadow will co-exist with the light! But you are losing every second we speak… the light is almost blotted out." and he leaps up with shadow wings. "Your life is hell bound!"

"Like hell it is!" says Raven, going red eyed and countering the demon with her amazing power. They are evenly matched.

"You fool!" laughs Shadow. "Every move you make is damning your existence and every chance you have of winning! The Kaizer is powerful indeed!"

"This powerful freak?" she grins as they clash, giant shadow crow against the dark mage.

"This may be easier than I had once thought…" he pulls out a shadow sword and makes a swipe, blocked by the talons of the giant creature.

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"Ready tin man?" says Icarus. His white trench coat blew in the smoke, his blue shades glinted.

"When the Titans get together, one thing's for sure; this story is finished!" says Cyborg, he blasts at him with a turbulent stream of blue energy.

Icarus leaps amazingly high, as if flying and before he even touches the ground, Cyborg throws a sonic bomb where he would land. But Icarus teleports behind and kicks Cyborg with amazing power and into a rock column.

"Dead beat!" says Icarus. "Definitely not the best fighter I've ever seen!" The bomb Cyborg threw raises and flies into his gut exploding, sending him flying along the ground, but relatively unscathed. Cyborg plucks his form from the mark he left and meets the fist of Icarus that sends him back in.

Like a tornado, Icarus starts using him as a punching bag until he starts to dig into the rock and straight through the column, shrapnel flies around, collapsing the structure to which Icarus leaps away.

The white clad man wipes one sweat drop and Cyborg launches from the cloud of dust to ram his opponent and punch him several feet.

"Was that better?" says Cyborg, badly shaken, blasting again.

"Twas!" says Icarus with a mark on his chin, dodging and running back in. "But you will die nonetheless… it has been written…"

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"Cat fight!" hisses Synn with a scratch. Starfire answers by blasting with everything she has until the there is nothing but a large crater. Unfortunately, Synn had teleported behind her and with one terrific punch sends her almost broken into the pit she created. "That was good!"

Starfire gags but gets up and rolls to avoid the kicks from the black clad woman. She lasers with her eyes which are met by Synn's own black beams from her blue shades. Not expecting this, Starfire buckles and moves her face from the blast, letting it catch her shoulder instead. Synn boots her out of the hole and jumps up ten feet to crush her.

Starfire looks helpless as Synn comes hurtling down, but that is a bad assumption to make. Synn gets hit with a star bolt fair and square in the jaw. Steadying herself, she is met by the enraged alien who returns the favour by axe kicking her in mid air.

As Synn falls, Starfire blasts out shouting. But to her surprise, Synn spurts out white feathered wings, denying her impact on the ground, and she flies from the incoming missiles.

"You can fly?" says Starfire gasping. A lot of fight was already wasted from her.

"Not only fly!" smiles the brunette. Dozens of white blasts spring from her outstretched span and decimate Starfire in rapid succession so she falls crippled to the floor. One white ball of energy wraps around Synn's hand and shoots down to finish her. The blast, however, explodes prematurely and almost right in Synn's face sending her twirling a bit in the air. Another starbolt hits her followed by Starfire.

Starfire is tired, almost fatally, but she knows that she has to win, in order to give her friends a fighting chance. "Pain is in the imagination." she says determined. "I shall not be overcome by you. Surrender fiend. And meet the doom prepared for you." Her body is bruised and with burn patches. Her arm trembles…

"Pain is just a speck on the horizon." says Synn, wiping a bit of blood on her lip. "Death is more encroaching. What makes you think we will surrender without dragging you down with us?" and she pulls out her glaive (A seven foot pole with a butcher's knife on the end) "Try to imagine this!"

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Robin battles Rich. They have nothing to say. Equally matched in speed, strength and daring, only Rich has a slight advantage in size, though that can be disadvantageous as well…

With every inventory weapon wasted trying to hit Rich, Robin duels with his pole arm; Rich has a similar weapon, Pakkrat's crowbar. The two are vicious and unrelenting, but Robin has our imagination.

Rich steps back to throw his razor boomerang, Robin ducks and trips his opponent's shins. Getting up to try and finish the man, only the sound of the boomerangs saves Robin as it comes back, cutting deep into a rock as he ducks. Rich uses the opportunity to pressure Robin towards a wall.

Backed into a corner, Robin bashes at close range, with Rich hardly a meter from where he stood. The villain kicks while holding off Robin's weapon so Robin keels over. Grabbing his head, he prepares to twist and break, but Robin twists with him and quickly jabs his throat with his hand and back flips with a kick to send him off.

One hit and two, Rich's crowbar falls from his hand as he still recovers from the throat jab. Like a giant teacher's cane, Robin slams him from head to waist and onto the charred earth.

He holds the pole to his neck but hesitates…

There is silence…

"Thought so!" chuckles Rich. "Can't quite see the picture yet do you?"

"Why?" says Robin, almost lifelessly. "Why are we fighting? This is all not real…"

"There is a reason for everything. We are fighting for a purpose, though mine conflicts with your own… if you even know why you are here?"

"I'm here to finish this story Rich…"

"You can let me do that if you like…"

"Sorry. Good has to win."

"Why?"

Silence.

Rich laughs. "Very good! Very good! You are beginning to understand! If this is all so fleeting, if you do not exist, if we are doomed, then why bothering doing good at all. It is pointless!"

Robin shakes his head. "No… good is not meaningless. It is my purpose."

"What does it accomplish?" he sneers.

"Sometimes you don't need a reason to do something that is good… it's just the right thing to do." and he releases Rich. "You are not totally a villain Rich. You are a character, and as such, you are not unlike any of us. I could have easily been you, or you I. If our paths ahd been altered, if we faced the same choice, could I say I could be any different to you; could I have done better? If you choose it, please help us to end this; help us end this story, to defeat evil…"

Rich just laughs. "Still in the dark. The gates are down, the lights are flashing; but the train isn't coming!"

"But why do evil!" shouts Robin, holding him down again. "Why do what's wrong? Why cause so much pain?"

"Still not quite there." sighs Rich. "The wheel is turning but the hamster is dead."

"Answer me or I'll end your story!"

"You asked the readers this once. Why not ask THEM?"

"ANSWER ME!"

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"Predictable…"

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"What…?"

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Rich, while Robin looks shocked, kicks, punches and throws him away, grabbing the pole arm. Robin gets up quickly and grabs the crowbar. The crowbar not too un-similar to the one that killed Jason Todd. Rich laughs sinisterly as he strides kicking ash and dust.

"Ah! You are starting to see it now!" he says smiling and patting the pole on his hand. "Now it is all coming closer, spinning deeper and faster. Now you see you can never win!"

"But… But that's impossible!" gasps Robin. "Why? How?"

Rich strikes out and they hold each other off. "Be sure; I will tell you… if you survive!"