"Okay, so uh…" Alucard walked in as he was getting accommodated with his room, "There's a man in yellow outside, constantly going in and out of portals, and saying 'dammit' after exiting."

"That's Reverse Flash." Wally said, "He's an evil speedster who's been trying to go back in time to try and undo whatever caused the other heroes from going missing so that he could mess with Barry. I tried to do it too, but it took me a bit of time to get up to speed, and I ran into a metaphorical temporal wall."

"So, why can he do it, and you can't?"

"He operates on the Negative Speed Force. I operate on the Positive Speed Force. Thawne might end up burning out at some point though. I don't think his version can really operate at full capacity without the positive counterpart around." Wally explained.

"Uh huh. And the guy who looks like an edgy shonen protagonist that's in a fetal position outside?"

"That's Goku Black-"

"Wow. Real creative name there." Alucard mocked.

"Yeah. Anyways, he was hellbent on killing all mortals, because 'edgy deity' or whatever, and he kinda had a breakdown after realizing that death is cheap around here." Wally summarized, "He's also explicitly not the original Goku."

"That explains why he did not recognize me." Broly said as he started eating his third bowl of noodles and fish.

"Okay, and what about that weird thing I pumped full of bullets that disintegrated right after?"

"Did you not go to Barb's whole thing?"

"I was on a walk."

"And who authorized that?"

"TeamFourStar reference. Very funny." Alucard rolled his eyes.

"Ugh!" a new person walked in.

"Hey Thawne."

"Wallace." Reverse Flash grumbled as he went into a nearby fridge and opened a bottle of beer.

"Didn't you say that he was evil or something?" Alucard asked.

"I'm just here to get Barry back. Nothing more. Nothing less."

"Also, I figure that he'd mellow out by being here." Wally said.

"That too." Reverse Flash pointed out as he took a long sip, "Ahh… So did you see that movie based off the game?"

"It should have been a series or a multi-parter!" A voice called out.

"You said that already, Barb!" Wally called back, "Yeah. I saw it. Was not a fan of Barry's death."

"I'm hoping that if there is a sequel, that I'm the one that tries to go back in time to save Barry."

"Now that would be an interesting concept." Wally agreed, "You being an actual hero to try and save someone."

"And if I can't save him, I'll just blow up that universe." Thawne said nonchalantly.

"And we're back to him being a sociopath." Alucard muttered.

"And then I found out that apparently, the guy was all 'I'm uncomfortable with heroes having kids out of wedlock' and basically made it so that my alternate self got pregnant with Norman Osborn's kids. So yeah. Fuck Joe Quesada." Gwen said as she stepped over a leftover puddle of slime left over from the recent battle.

"Writers tend to be rather strange in that aspect." Jason said, "If I recall correctly, some guy wasn't satisfied with Bucky's death being written off, and since it wasn't on-panel, he had enough free reign to make him into the character we know now."

"It's somewhat nice to know that it doesn't always turn out so horrible. Your resurrection was probably one of them."

"Eh," Jason shrugged, "I kinda prefer my movie resurrection than my comics resurrection. It just feels more realistic. For me, anyways."

"I was about to say- Oof!" She tripped.

"Okay, one: Who moved Goku Black? And two: How the hell did you trip? Doesn't your Spider-Sense make you super aware of your surroundings?"

"Ugh, my guess is that since he's in that fetal position not doing anything, my Spider-Sense doesn't register him as a threat."

"Death is cheap in this world. Mortals can never be killed permanently. I was written by a mortal. My life has no meaning. Death is cheap in this world. Mortals can never be killed permanently. I was written by a mortal. My life has no meaning. Death is cheap in this world. Mortals can never be killed permanently. I was written by a mortal. My life has no meaning. Death is cheap in this world. Mortals can never be killed permanently. I was written by a mortal. My life has no meaning."

"Yeah, ignoring his meltdown, anything new going on with you?"

"There's a new comic series about me, my brothers, and the old man being more domestic, I guess."

"I bet fans love it though." Gwen said sincerely.

"They do, actually. And it's also nice to see that Bruce isn't treated like he's some infallible god or whatever."

"Fans are weird. They just can't really accept the notion that their character can lose a fight most of the time." Gwen said as she and Jason walked into the base.

"It reminds me of Allan Moore-"

"- FUCK THAT GUY!"

"Thank you Barbara!" Jason called.

"Is she-"

"Yeah, she's still a little sensitive about the whole 'cripple the bitch' comment. The guy does wish that he was reigned in on that, so… Can he really be as bad as that Quesadilla guy?

"Quesada. And yeah, I guess you're right. I don't see how actual doctors and literal miracle workers can't treat a bullet wound. You'd think that Doom would do it just to show off that he can, but Strange can't."

"Hey, like I said: Writers are weird."

Dude: Remember when this story was about the characters bumming around and talking?

Wade: Oh yeah. Super good times. I go to tell jokes with Spider-Man, Bruce actually smiled more often than not, and we got to make fun at how Yang and Tifa kept dancing around their feelings.

Dude: I remember those. Those were fun times. And now we're stuck in a labyrinth separated from everyone else, and everything's going to hell.

Wade: Yeah…