"Okay, the two pairs are set, let's end this once and for all…"
Ratchet and Clank were squaring off against Jak and Daxter. The floor was clear, and the more lighthearted combatants were surrounding the four. Hercule took a deep breath.
"IT'S TIME FOR A DANCE BATTLE!"
The music started. It was some old theme from the seventies.
Ratchet had Clank in jetpack mode. He did several dance moves followed by the worm, he followed up with a quick breakdance spin where he used Clank to fly into the air where he did several spins and flips.
"You're up guys."
Jak and Daxter nodded to each other. The duo activated their blue eco and started doing rapid moves on the floor. They eventually went so fast that a small tornado started to form. It lifted Daxter into the air.
"Ha ah! I'm Sky Dax!"
The crowd cheered as Daxter used his eco to create a shield that he used to create a platform to dance upon.
"Well, this is gonna take a while…" Deadpool observed.
"Well, Pietro could beat Jay Garrick, but against any of the other Flashes? I doubt it."
Rogue nodded, "As much as I want 'im to win, the idiot's gonna lose."
"Can't say he won't have a good run, though." Cloud replied.
Nobody said anything.
"What? Nothing?"
"Sorry Cloud," Tifa reassured, "You just don't have Yang's comedic timing."
Cloud sighed.
"Are you sure that it isn't that you have a soft spot for her?" Dante asked in a smug tone of voice.
…
"OW! THE FRONT OF MY FACE!"
"Wow, they're really going at it."
"Yep." Spider-Man agreed, "Do they even get tired?"
"Only if the author decides it." Deadpool replied.
"Author? Do you mean their creator or something?"
Deadpool blinked, "Oh, right. You can't break the fourth wall like I can. Forgot about that."
Spidey shifted away from the mercenary, "Oooookay… I'm just gonna see what Yang is up to…"
"Have fun, nerd!"
"Seriously, what did we do to deserve having our arms cut off trying to save a friend?"
Guts sighed, "I don't know, and to be honest, I don't give a crap. Why are you even talking to me about this anyways?"
"I didn't want to go to 'Amputees Anonymous' either, Guts. Figured that we have some stuff in common."
Guts took a long stare at the blonde.
"Please, don't say that ever again." He replied, "Ever." He emphasised.
Spider-Man appeared in the doorway, "Uhh, I was here to check on Yang. But… I'm gonna leave now."
He scampered off, not wanting to face the Black Swordsman.
"Okay, we can agree that that was weird, right?" Yang asked.
"Fine."
"So, Bats, what do you think about the conspiracy, of Quicksilver winning to promote his new movie that he's starring in?"
Batman looked to Red, "I don't believe it."
Red raised an eyebrow, "How so?"
"Simply put," The Dark Knight continued, "Quicksilver has the endurance advantage. If he can survive long enough, he could tire out Flash, and take him down."
"You really just want to have a different backup plan to take him down, don't you?"
"Maximoff also has more experience with his speed than Barry or even Wally."
"He's not as creative with it though," Red pointed out, "The Hulk would've been a better choice. A fight between scientists who ended up in an accident that gave them only one aspect of a standard superpower."
"Only one?" Batman pressed.
"Well, primarily one. Hulk got super strength, Flash got super speed." Red clarified.
"Whatever. Barry's going to leave Quicksilver in the dust." Batman deadpanned.
Red chuckled a bit, "And people say you have no sense of humor."
Well, I think that went pretty well.
Deadpool: I'd say so. Hey! You took my idea of using script format. Why though?
Well, because Alexis has some things to say.
Deadpool: Really?
Alexis: tweet tweet tweet tweet.
Deadpool: She just tweets like a bird? What'd she say anyway?
She covered the disclaimer. Y'know, the usual 'All characters belong to their respective owners type thing.' Either that, or she knows where Gigi is.
Deadpool: Okay, dude. This is like the third time you referenced Layman. Why don't you just marry the dude?
Shut it Wade. I can get Alexis to shoot you in the face, y'know. She's surprisingly good with those guns for her petite stature.
