Author's Note: I do not own any of these characters. I merely borrow them.
In 'To Another Shore' J'onn made the decision to leave the league, and learn about the human race. When we see him again, he has discovered happiness, joy, and perhaps even love. The once cold hearted Martian is happy, and has a story to tell.
Deciding that the only way he can learn about the human race is to be a part of it, J'onn searches for another man that has been displayed in this world, but someone he misjudged…one of his greatest mistakes: Booster Gold.
But what starts out as a simple conversation will turn into a hilarious journey across the world, discovering other heroes, places, and mysterious. The DCU will never be the same.
J'onn and Mike's Bogus AdventurePart 2
More then meets the eye
"Come on!" Booster whined. "This will be fun. No missions, no danger, no evil creatures looking to kill us…"
"Humans!"
Booster and J'onn turned slowly, eye widening as a red car that had been sitting lot shifted, pieces moving and twisting as it transformed into a massive red robot. The machine took a step forward, the cannon in its chest aimed right at them.
"Give me the AllSpark!"
Booster and J'onn glanced at each other. "Uh oh."
"I will not ask again…" The red robot shouted, the energy cannon powering up. "The Allspark…"
Booster turned to J'onn. "I don't suppose you have this 'Allspark' thing in your pocket, do you?"
"I do not have pockets." J'onn said simply.
"Wonderful." Booster muttered, slowly backing away. "Listen, I think you have the wrong guys. This is the Martian Manhunter and I am Booster Gold. Yes, that Booster Gold, and I know you are embarrassed right now, but I promise if you put the gun away, I will give you an autograph…"
BOOM!
Booster cried out as the asphalt right in front of him blew apart, leaving a smoking crater.
"Enough of this stupid talk. Give me the Allspark!"
"I think it is time we left." J'onn said.
"Don't have to tell me twice!" Booster shouted, the two heroes taking off. "Call up the Watchtower, get some help!"
J'onn shook his head. "I can not see them yet. Not until I have learned more about humanity."
Spinning out of the way of a blast, Booster glared at the alien. "Yea, well I personally would prefer an early meeting to dying!"
"Why do you not use your energy blasts?" J'onn question.
"…I was getting to that! I just wanted to see if you would remember. First rule of humanity: make sure everyone around you is thinking the same thing you are. Should be easy, with the mind reading powers." Booster flipped onto his back and fired off several shots. The red robot let out a scream as he was hit, parts of his armor flying off. "Just like shooting Womp Rats back home."
"What is this Womp Rat you speak of?" J'onn asked.
"I don't know, it's just something Luke Skywalker said." The alien gave him a blank stare. "You know…Luke…Jedi Knight…son of Darth Vader…"
"Is this Luke Skywalker a friend of yours from the future?"
"Is he…?" Booster stammered as they continued their escape. "Star Wars…George Lucas' master epic? 6 movies, 3 goods ones, though some would argue that there should be four but I personally can't stand Empire Strikes Back…"
"Booster." J'onn said. "I can read your mind, and still you are making little sense."
"Oh…well, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…"
"Halt!" The two paused as a fighter jet came screaming towards them, weapons blazing. J'onn went hollow as Booster activated his shields, the two just avoiding a fiery death. Turning around, they watched as the jet began to tear apart, reforming into another robot. "Surrender the Allspark!"
"I would if I could!" Booster shouted. "But I don't have it!"
"Swindle!" The jet called out. "Hear that, the green one has the Allspark."
"Destroy him, Dreadwing!"
J'onn looked at Booster. "I sense I should have stayed aboard the Watchtower."
"Yea yea, just fly!" Booster exclaimed, shooting forward, hoping his flight ring would be able to handle the sudden increase in speed. J'onn was at his side, the two of them whizzing about the air, trying to avoid the two robots. 'Quick, down there!' Booster mentally sent the alien. The two of them landed in an alley, pressing into the shadows as Swindle stormed past.
"We should engage them…they might hurt civilians."
"I know, I know, I just need to think for a moment." Booster said. He began to rub his temples. "Come on, think…think…" He groaned, frustrated. "You know, normally I let Skeet figure out what to do. Let his mind work out all the mathematical thingies."
"Thingies?" J'onn questioned.
"Shush…ok, ok…what we need is help…Dear God, creator of man, inventor of the pizza bagel, I know I don't believe in you, infact I'm sure I've broke 6 of 12 those commandment thingies the guy who made the NRA carved into tombstones."
J'onn frowned. "I am not even from your planet, and I know how wrong that statement was."
"But I ask you now, please, send us some help…" Booster begged.
"Hey, idiot." Booster looked up in time to see a metallic pink motorcycle pull up to them. "Decepticons don't care if you get on your knees and beg for mercy. Just makes it easier for them to shoot you."
Booster looked at J'onn. "I should have asked for a female help."
The motorcycle rose up, parts shifting until it took on a feminine form.
"Human female." Booster clarified.
"God, you are an idiot, even at this age." The robot said. Before Booster could ask, she turned to J'onn, holding out her hand. "Arcee."
"J'onn J'onzz." J'onn said, shaking her hand after a moment. "What is going on here."
"You've stumbled into a war that has been waging for ages. You see, those two, Swindle and Dreadwing, are members of a group called the Decepticons. For ages, we Autobots have battled them, to stop their need for violence and bloodshed." She looked around, before pulling out a gun. "Come with me, if you want to live."
"Terminator…classic." Booster said, only for J'onn and Arcee to stare. "You know, at least Ted gets some of my jokes."
Arcee would have rolled her eyes if she could. Instead, she motioned for the two heroes to follow her. The three moved out of the alley, making their way across the sidewalk, trying to be casual…or as casual as an alien, a man in yellow and blue spandex, and a 10-foot tall fembot could be.
"You acted before as if you knew Booster…but he as no memory of you." J'onn said. "Why is that?"
Arcee frowned. "I will know him, in about 4 years." At their blank stares, Arcee sighed. "I wasn't always an Autobot. I was born here on Earth. My father is the robot Skeet, my mother is Batcomputer."
Booster grinned. "I'm an Grandpa?"
BOOM!
The three turned to find Dreadwing and Swindle coming right at them, both screaming about the Allspark. J'onn raced forward, going hollow then phasing his arm through Swindle's chest…only for nothing to happen.
"They have sparks that give them life!" Arcee called out. J'onn nodded, and after punching Dreadwing into Swindle, he flew towards Booster and Arcee, hiding behind an overturned car with them. "You have to beat them the old fashion way." She shot up, firing off a few blasts before diving back down. "So just keep shooting."
Booster nodded, leaning around the car to get in a few energy shots. "So, Skeet and the Batcomputer got it on? How did that happen? Did they get married? Is tracy your grnadma?"
Arcee nodded. "As vulgar as ever. Yes. Not telling because it's disgusting. So to speak and yea, with Ted."
"Ted is your grandma...great, like I don't hear enough of those gay rumors. Just because two men are friends, and share an apartment, and once showered together..." Arcee groaned.
"How did you end up back here?" J'onn asked.
"About 50 years from now, I was one of the newest members of the Justice League Unlimited. On my first day, some idiot gave me his time travel device, instead of his legion flight ring, and I end up warping back through time and space to Cybertron."
"Wow…Batman got stupid in his old age."
Arcee closed her eyes. "The point is, I arrived during the war and decided to help. Figured if I survived, I could return to my time the natural way."
"That must have been difficult, what with you being a ripped from your home and placed in a strange world." J'onn sighed. "I know the feeling…"
"Give us the Allspark!" Dreadwing screamed, firing off some wild shots.
"J'onn, you can be melodramatic later…though with you, it seems like every moment of the day you are melodramatic. Is that why you decided to have me teach you about humanity?"
"Grandpa Booster, teaching about humanity? You are so screwed."
BOOM!
This time, it was the Decepticons turning to search for the sound of the explosion, along with the heroes. From the smoke of the Bank, all of them watched as the Joker and Harley Quinn stepped out, each holding a bag of cash.
"What did I tell ya, Har? This will be the best joke! Bats is so worried about what we are doing in Gotham that he won't pay attention to these regular crimes!" The Joker began to laugh hysterically, Harley giggling along with him.
Booster stood up and pointed at the Clown Prince of Crime manically. "He has the Allspark! He does, and no one else!"
Swindle and Dreadwing looked at each other. "What?"
"Swarm, swarm! Get the Allspark, you idiots! Do it for the glory of…what's his name!"
"Megatron?" Swindle asked.
"Yea, Megaman! Get the Allspark for Megaman!"
"…give us the Allspark!" Dreadwing cried out, aiming at the two villains.
The Joker blinked. "Harley, do you know what they are yapping about?"
"Not I don't Mr…" Harley didn't finish, as Swindle fired a blast that sent her flying back into the bank.
The Joker's jaw dropped. "Well…hee hee…" He chuckled nervously. "Bye!"
"The Allspark!" The Decepticons shouted, giving chase. Arcee and J'onn stared at Booster in shock.
"That…shouldn't have worked."
"Lesson 2 about humanity." Booster said as he began to strut away from the turned over car. "Just because a plan is illogical doesn't mean it won't work. Most of the time, it means it will." Booster stretched. "At least we are out of dan…"
BANG!
"Booster!" Arcee and J'onn shouted, rushing over to where the hero's body had landed, after making contact with the large van. The time traveler groaned, lucky his suit's force field had kicked on.
"Like, zoinks, Fred, you totally whammed that guy!" A brown haired hippie in a green shirt and brown pants exclaimed. "Ain't that right, Scoob."
"Oh boy…" Booster mumbled.
Author's Note: Yes, this would make Arcee the grandchild of Bruce Wayne (father of the batcomputer) and Michael Carter (Father of Skeet). Also, in my mind (and perhaps it will be mentioned in the story) Ted Kord is considered to be Arcee's grandma, for his working on Skeet (and the fact that Booster would tell little Arcee just that).