Sorry, Wrong Channel!
A Crossover fanfic by A J
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but the plot is all mine.
Just after Trouble in Tokyo:
The wave of energy swept over Jump City like a blast wave, sweeping away all that was before ...
Prequel Chapter 2
"I swear by Hera's crown, Bruce, if he laughs at me one more time, I'm going to shove one of my claws up his …"
"Diana really, I'm not laughing at you," Kal-El chuckled. "Just think about it, of all the kinds of …"
"Poke'mon," The new female Dr. Fate supplied when he stalled out. He nodded to the masked Illumise in thanks.
"Yes, well, of everything you could have been turned into, you're, heh … Iron Mole!" Wonder Woman, now a Drillbur in her usual costume, huffed and crossed her metal fore-claws as the only untransformed Justice Leaguer present continued to grin at her.
"I hesitate to ask how you knew that, Doctor," Bruce the Crobat chittered from his perch on the back of Diana's chair.
"I have kids, detective," Fate laughed.
"Now Doctor, no teasing the pedophobe," Flash, now a saber-toothed tiger with a lightning bolt tail retorted. "After all, we all know Bruce was never a kid himself; he was born old and cranky."
"No, dealing with you daily did that to me," Bruce countered to the laughter of the rest of the room. Even Diana perked up infinitesimally.
The warning claxon rang and the Watch Tower's AI said, "Unauthorized teleportation; Intruders in the medical bay." Half a moment later the alarms stopped and the AI added, "Stand down, authorized personnel recognized." Kal-El and Wally, already at the door, exchanged a shrug and raced ahead anyway; leaving CroBatman, Doctor Fate, and Wonder Drillana to follow at their own pace.
As Superman and Flash got to the bedside of an exasperated Robin, who was chirping irritably at his surrounding teammates, the claxon set off again. "Now what?" Flash started to ask, as the Tower announced another unauthorized teleportation. The door hissed open again and the seven heroes turned, expecting an old foe or their lagging teammates. Instead they saw an ambulatory two-tone rose bush.
"Whoa, who's getting married," Wally quipped. The others looked at him blankly for a second, then Beast-Blob giggled.
"Flower girl! Nice one Flash," he laughed.
The girl in question rolled her eyes and 'tip'ed into the room. "Please tell me these two aren't in charge …" she began.
"Not likely," Raven responded. She was very happy in her own restrained way that Victor had managed to cobble together a universal Poke translator for her.
"Whoa, how come you're not changed?" their new visitor asked.
"I'm … not from around here," Raven started to say when the rest of the founding JL members arrived.
"Not from around … OH!" The girl pulled out a necklace with a glowing green globe pendant on it, and slashed it through the air in front of her. "Elyon, are you up yet?" she yelped through the rip in reality that formed before her.
"What is going on in here?" A deep voice asked from the back of the latest group of arrivals.
"We were about to ask the same thing, John," Bruce said from his spot hovering above Robin. "Well, your vitals look fine for a typical Swellow, Robin," he continued, looking at the read-out on the nearby screen. He then shook his head. "How the Watch Tower knows what's typical for a Swellow is beyond me."
"Silly detective, magic of course," Doctor Fate supplied.
"So much for my hoping it was all a bad dream," Terran Sector Green Lantern John Stewart sighed, looking down at most of his transformed teammates. He himself was still human, though he'd found himself in a distressing minority. He'd been off-world when the transformation wave went through, tracking a rogue Khund weapons trader through a nearby solar storm. Mission accomplished and perp apprehended, he'd come home in the early hours of the morning to find Earth transformed, and the League on highly confused alert.
"Whassup?" a sleepy girl's voice was asking meanwhile from the hole in reality beside the doorway. Beast-Blob laughed, and bumped fists with Cyborg.
"Elyon, wake up, and look in the mirror!" their mystery visitor said. "What do you see?"
"Ugh, give a girl a minnow," they heard, then a thump, and "Ow, my toe!"
"Amusing as this is, can we get to the point?" dour Crobatman asked.
"J A S, gees," the floral intruder countered. The League members looked at their younger counterparts in confusion, and Raven rolled her eyes and mouthed 'Just a second,' for them.
"What am I looking for, again?" came through the fold next.
"Are you … you? Or are you some kind of animal?" Or plant?" their visitor asked her unseen friend.
"Two arms, two legs, no extras, blonde hair, pigtails, nope, everything's good here. Why?"
"Come on through and find out, Elly," the rosebush sighed in relief. She stepped back, and a young blonde girl stepped out of the tear in the fabric of spacetime.
"So what's u-EEEEP!" The otherwise-normal preteen hugged her mini-nightie closer, and glared at her friend. "WARN a body, why don'tcha?!" She leaped back through the fold, to appear several seconds later with a pale blue dress on, doing up an ornate belt. Beast-Blob and Flash were both on the floor laughing uproariously by this point, and the rest of the League was grinning despite themselves. "Cor-Cornelia?" Elyon asked, seeing the amulatory rosebush with her best friend's eyes standing before her with a green approximation of the Heart of Candracar. "What's going on?"
"Long story short, anybody not an alien to Earth, dimensional or otherwise, is now a Poke'mon," the now-named plant girl said, closing the fold she'd made. "You guys agree with that assessment?" she asked the gathered Justice League and Teen Titans.
"Your theory bears out, with one exception to our knowledge," Superman told her, nodding at Green Lantern.
"So how'd you escape?" Cornelia asked.
"I was outside the solar system when … whatever this is, occurred."
"And the other Lanterns on Earth?" Doctor Fate asked, since that was what he'd been off finding out just before their convening just then in the medical center. John grinned.
"It's definitely species-specific," he announced. "Kilowog's still himself, but Guy and Hal …" he trailed off, shaking his head and chuckling.
"Do we even want to know?" Bruce groaned.
"Of COURSE we do!" Flash countered from the floor, fangs showing in a huge grin.
"Hal's a … well … you'll have to tell me, actually," John replied, and projected an image of the three other Lanterns for the others in the room. They all goggled for a second, before Beast-Blob, Cyborg and Elyon started laughing. "So?"
Elyon recovered first, and stood straighter. "I'm guessing the guy on the end is … Kilowog? Right," she said, at John's nod. "'cause the closest I can think of is a Granbull, really, otherwise. The one on the other side is a Regigigas, of all things …"
"That's Hal," Green Lantern inserted, blinking at the obvious awe in her voice. "Earth's first Oa-appointed Green Lantern."
"So Guy's the smoking rock?" Diana countered, wrinkling her snout.
"Worse," Cyborg barely managed around his chortling. "He's a … Wheezing!" he ground out, before joining Wally and Garfield on the ground laughing.
"While I'm sure the importance of that will be made obvious in the fullness of time, we need to discuss what to do about the transformation problem in the meanwhile," Martian Manhunter interrupted.
"Agreed," Bruce and Kal-El both said.
"And I know just where to start," Cornelia said, holding up her Heart.
"Just who ARE you?" Flash asked, finally standing up.
"She's one of the Guardians of the Infinite Dimensions," Doctor Fate replied for her. "Old allies of Nabu. The Guardian of Earth, correct?"
"Y-yeah," Cornelia nodded. She traded worried looks with Elyon.
"I am unfamiliar with your friend, however," Fate continued. The Illumise stepped forward, Diana on her left and J'onn on her right. "From our understanding, you are from elsewhere, as Raven is?"
"I'm from Meridian, on Metamoor," Elyon said cagily. Fate merely nodded.
"Ah. A dimension that has been isolated for many centuries, which the Lords of Order and Chaos have both sworn no contest over. Are you saying then that the embargo is over?"
"Correct, though we are just settling from what was a very, VERY unstable situation," the blonde girl answered.
"Very well. I merely wished to ascertain the situation. Perhaps I will travel there once this emergency is over, and find out more then. Old friends may well still be there. Metamoor's time-flow is slightly different from Earth's, after all."
"Good luck with that, then," Cornelia said. "So … the current crisis?" She held up the Heart of Earth from around her neck again.
"As well I recognise the transitory power of your icon," Fate continued, tapping it herself with an insectile digit. "May we offer an alternate means of transportation?"
"Now just a minute …" Bruce began. Fate held up a limb in an unmistakable 'talk to the hand' gesture.
"We all have tasks to accomplish while this emergency continues. Best we send those who can help where they need to be, Detective." He could only nod.
"We need their help, as well, according to my teammate," Cornelia said, motioning to the Titans still grouped around Robin across the room.
"Us? Really?" Robin chirped. "Not any of the heavy hitters?" he added, waving a wing towards the League between them.
"It is my belief that we will all be too busy, containing the chaos arising, to see to the source as well," J'onn replied for the rest of the adults. "This is something the Titans could handle in our stead, I'm sure." He was no sooner done saying this, than another set of klaxons blared, and a holographic display opened on a nearby table, showing several erupting trouble spots across the globe they orbited. "As I suspected. Justice League, we have much to do." Becoming immaterial, he floated straight up through the ceiling and back to the command center ahead of the rest of his team, to assess the most urgent calls for League help.
"Guess that's our cue, too, peeps," Cyborg said, straightening. "So where are we headed … Cornelia, was it?"
"Yes, thank you. We're headed …" she paused, 'tip'ing over to the virtual globe still hovering in the med-bay. "Ah, here," she said, pointing to a particular spot that was blinking intermittently on the north side of Japan's largest island, Honshu.
"Ah maannnn, didn't we just get back from there?" Beast-Blob groaned.
"Yep. Guess we should have stuck around a couple days longer after all," Cyborg nodded. "Least we get to save up some more frequent flyer miles, gang."
"I don't think you get any taking the teleporters," Raven stated in her usual deadpan. The other Titans goggled at her for a second, then the three boys started snickering. Starfire blinked.
"Did you just make the joke, friend Raven?" she asked incredulously, knowing what even casual emotional display meant from her dour friend.
"I think she did," Cyborg said between chuckles, tapping into the transporter interface from the wall display and queuing them up to be sent down to Kanto when the system was next ready. "So, seven to beam down?" he quipped, his natural good humor in his voice, even if it wasn't apparent on his currently immobile face.
"I should probably get back to … home, actually," Elyon interrupted, shaking her head. She gave Cornelia a guarded nod. "I'll keep an eye on our families 'til you guys make it back, C, 'kay?"
"Yeah. Ooh, that reminds me, get in touch with M and K, and reassure them they're not losing it, and that we're already on top of things, right, Elly?"
"N P, Lia," was Elyon's reply, with a wink. Using Caleb's new nickname for her best friend, created as a counter to Irma's perpetual teasing, was her own way of being reassuring. The two girls nodded, and Elyon disappeared in a flash of green light.
"Wow," Cyborg said, blinking. "She didn't even register on the power scanners 'til that. What was that trick?"
"Teletransporting," Cornelia hedged. "We each get around our own ways, as you've seen. So … Japan?"
"Should be right about … now …" was the reply from Robin, who'd been watching the timer in the corner of the display for their place in the teleporter's queue. His words were cut short as they were sent off in a brilliant beam of their own from the Watchtower.
Wrong Channel!
(Author's note:) Here ends the Titans' prequel for "Sorry, Wrong Channel!" As soon as the other participants are up-to-speed, we'll be seeing our heroes in action again, so fear not faithful readers! Don't forget to leave a review on the way out, and we'll catch ya on the flipside. Thanks for reading, A J.