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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Painting Chaos: Part 4

Loki pulled back a bit of the cover on one of the paintings, then slowly covered it back up. “…I thought you said that you had examples of the Old Masters, Joker,” he hissed.

“I do!” protested the Joker.

“Then which of the Old Masters is J. Todd?” Loki yanked the cover off to reveal that it was a relatively recently-done abstract painting with the artist’s name on the lower right corner! The Joker had a horrible thought and pulled back the covers to reveal more abstract paintings with artists like D. Grayson, B. Gordon, A. Pennyworth, D. Wayne, and so on! The Joker returned his attention to the phone call.

“YOU CAPED CREEP!” he shouted. “YOU SWITCHED PAINTINGS ON ME! THESE ARE NOTHING MORE THAN KINDERGARTEN DRAWINGS!”

“I’ll have you know,” replied Batman, “those people worked hard on those paintings. Besides, a Kindergartener’s mind could have anticipated you and Loki’s every move. This caper was more obvious than any I’ve had to solve.” Loki overheard that and grabbed the phone.

“You can say that over the phone, Mortal!” snarled the ticked-off Asgardian. “If you weren’t hiding behind this thing, you’d know the wrath of Loki!”

“Then demonstrate it to us!” challenged Batman as he and his group crashed through the window or burst from the door!

“Stay where you are!” called the Doctor. “We have you covered!”

“Lights out!” called the Joker as he hit the light switch, plunging the room into darkness.

“Activate infra-red!” Iron Man called. His suit’s eyes turned red. Batman tapped the side of his cowl and activated night vision. Wolverine had all of his senses enhanced, so his hearing and smell helped him in the darkened fight. Iron Man then deployed drones that shone a light for the Doctor, Tysar, and Wonder Woman. The Joker tried to whack a frying pan on Wolverine’s skull, but it snapped at the handle and only gave Wolverine a minor headache.

“…Huh, you really DO have a hard head,” remarked the Joker.

“Damn straight, bub!” Wolverine decked the Joker with enough force to knock him into Loki. That gave the Doctor enough to jab her pinky finger under Loki’s chin and paralyze him long enough for Batman to deck him! Both tricksters were now in a heap, groaning in pain.

“…That was…remarkably simplistic,” said the Doctor.


The Joker and Loki were handcuffed. Normal handcuffs for the Joker and special Asgardian handcuffs for Loki that Thor had commissioned the Asgardian smiths to make for the Avengers to use on their most powerful villains. “Thor will be coming to take you away and hide the Time Stone,” Iron Man explained to Loki.

“Why you let a lunatic like the Joker learn about the Infinity Stones,” growled Woman, “I’ll never understand. You realize he was going to betray you, yes?”

“How?” asked Loki. “His attempt at betrayal wouldn’t have compared to mine.”

“I don’t know,” remarked the Doctor. “Jokerized Daleks would certainly do it.”

“…I’m sorry, did you say Jokerized DALEKS?” asked Loki.

“He’d snatch them from my time, if you’d care to know,” explained Wonder Woman. Loki then turned on the Joker.

“Then what was the point of the painting theft?!” he shouted.

“A rough idea on where and when to send my Jokerized Daleks to,” replied the Joker. “You have to admit, having cackling squids in tanks causing terror during the Renaissance would have been funny!”

“That’s too severe of a breach of the laws of time!” protested Loki. “And it would make it hard for you to gloat after the event, even with the Time Stone! With Omega running around, I wouldn’t do something that insane!”

“Perhaps you can tell me where you heard about Omega returning,” said the Doctor. “You know that if he regains his full might, he’ll take over all of time and space.”

“I only saw him once as he fled his then-hiding place on Karn,” revealed Loki. “Not out of fear of the Sisterhood, but with intent to go elsewhere to conduct his plans. All the Time Stone could tell me as I retrieved it from Karn was that he went in the direction of Irk. When during its history, I cannot say.”

“The Irken Homeworld, hm?” quizzed the Doctor. “You realize I’ll have to confirm your words.”

“Pah! You’re too wound tight, Doctor!” scoffed the Joker. Batman then approached.

“A SHIELD helicarrier’s coming to collect Loki,” he said. “You, Joker, are going back to Arkham.”

“Yeah, sure, put me in the looney bin like always!” cackled the Joker. “You’ve heard of the definition of insanity, right Bats? Ah, what am I saying?! We’re two of a kind! Of course, you have!” Commissioner Gordon then approached the group.

“The paintings are back in the museum,” he said to Batman. “Though I gotta admit, the bait paintings might have a place in a museum of modern art.”

“Thank you, Commissioner,” replied Batman.


The heroes returned to the Batcave once Loki and the Joker were sent to their respective destinations. The Doctor led Iron Man, Wolverine, and Wonder Woman into the TARDIS. “Well, this HAS been fun!” said the Doctor. “Time to send you all home. …Diana…”

“Save it, Doctor,” replied Wonder Woman. “I’m going to do what I do best and the Daleks can’t take that from me.” She drew her sword and adopted a warrior’s stance. “Send me back.”

“Coordinates confirmed,” said the Doctor. “Away you go. Good luck.”

“For Themyscira!” called Wonder Woman as she faded.

“As for you boys, you two ready?” asked Tysar.

“Just cut to the chase so I can get back to teaching those brats!” grumbled Wolverine.

“What, no beer waiting for you?” asked Iron Man.

“Mr. Stark, an alcoholic like you has no room to talk,” remarked the Doctor as she started the return process.

“Hey! I’m a RECOVERING alcoholic, thank-!” Iron Man’s protests were cut off as he and Wolverine faded. By then, Batman and Alfred entered the TARDIS.

“They’re gone, then,” stated Batman.

“Yes, back to their times,” said the Doctor. She looked up Wonder Woman’s history. “…She’s helped people escape the concentration camps the Daleks set up, but in the final day of the Daleks’ Occupation, roughly about when their plans went belly-up, she dueled a Dalek and was exterminated just as her sword went through the Dalek’s squishy interior, killing it.”

“…She dies in battle, then,” sighed Batman.

“The last of the Justice League,” said the Doctor. “But she was buried with honor when her body was found a few minutes later. The mourners used the funerary rites of Ancient Greece, even burying her with two drachmas.”

“…Knowing her and the other Amazons, she’s probably in the Isles of the Blessed,” mused Batman.

“Knowing her valor and that of her sisters and mother, most likely,” agreed the Doctor. “Now, we must depart. Loki said that Omega was on the Irken Homeworld and there are signs of chronal surges centered around that planet.”

“Before you go, Doctor,” said Batman as he took off the cowl and revealed his face as Bruce Wayne, “can I have my desk back?”

“Oh, it’ll be back in its proper place once we leave,” assured the Doctor. “I mean, you have to admit,” she pointed at the desk currently in the far corner of the console room, “it doesn’t exactly match the décor.”

“True, it doesn’t,” agreed Bruce.

“All right, unless you wanna take the desk’s place,” said the Doctor, “and subsequently help me and Tysar with the Grouping, you may wish to exit the TARDIS.”

“…I think I’ll pass on a trip,” replied Bruce. “See you sometime.”

“See you sometime, Bruce!” returned the Doctor. Bruce then left the TARDIS. The Doctor pulled the take-off lever and the desk vanished. “There we go!” she said to Tysar.

“…Doctor, concerning what Loki said,” said Tysar, “do you think that he’s lying?”

“…Possible,” replied the Doctor. “But we have to see. I’m having the TARDIS check for any chronal surges and-.” She was interrupted by a beeping noise from the console. “There we go!” She checked the readings. “…Okay, as I said, there ARE three chronal surges centered around Irk,” she reported. “Let’s see…ah, two are from Hyrule, one is from Disney Castle, and the time period on Irk they’re being sent to is…oh.” The Doctor’s face fell. “…Oh dear.”

“Doctor?”

“…Tysar, I need you to promise that you can’t change history,” said the Doctor.

“Doctor, you’re scaring me,” replied Tysar. “What’s so dangerous about that time?”

“…That time period is when Tallest Zim becomes the last Irken alive,” explained the Doctor. “A mighty enemy attacks and slaughters every single Irken, save for Zim. Who that enemy is, I don’t know.”

“…That’s not…a fixed point in time, is it?” asked Tysar. The Doctor sighed and could only nod. “…Then there’s nothing we can do for the Irkens?”

“…Not without breaking time,” sighed the Doctor. Tysar thought for a while.

“…That’s…that’s going to be difficult to promise,” she finally said. “…But I will not interfere.”

“Good. Because we can’t rewrite history, not one line.”

“So we find our Grouping Victims, get them back to their homes, and get out of there before the Irken Genocide.”

“That’s the plan.” The Doctor set the coordinates and the TARDIS spun through the Time Vortex.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Painting Chaos: Part 3

“Well, that complicates things!” grumbled Tysar as the Batmobile sped away. She then took in her surroundings. “…Did you upgrade this thing?” she asked Batman.

“Of course,” replied Batman. “Now, my knowledge on the time stone is limited. What is it?”

“One of the six Infinity Stones, Bats,” replied Iron Man. “As advertised, it can control time for the user. Bring it and the other five Infinity Stones together, the whole universe is your playground. That’s what a guy called Thanos wants them for.”

“Thanos didn’t last long against the Daleks,” remarked Wonder Woman.

“I take it I was gunned down by them,” said Batman.

“No, thankfully,” replied Wonder Woman. “It was just old age that took you and our friends.”

“Yes, the invasion that Wonder Woman’s talking about,” said the Doctor, “started in 2157 and lasted a decade. The Daleks used a plague of their own design.”

“A breach of the Geneva Conventions, huh?” remarked Wolverine.

“They don’t consider any laws made by non-Daleks to be superior to their own. …Now what would the Joker want with an Infinity Stone? I mean, aside from the obvious ‘nothing good’, why should that anarchist want the time stone?”

“And how will his deal with the Joker help him fight this Omega guy?” asked Iron Man.

“Questions, questions,” muttered the Doctor. “…Though, admittedly, one of them is minor.”

“Doctor?” asked Tysar.

“How did Loki recognize me? I met him in a previous incarnation. …Then again, the Asgardians know about how Time Lords regenerate, so he probably picked up on context clues.”

“What do we do, then?” asked Wolverine. “We can’t exactly waltz up to them with the time stone.”

“Oracle’s looking into that right now,” replied Batman.

“Oracle? Who’s that?” asked Iron Man.

“My tech person. She can look things up with ease. Perhaps the Joker’s men got sloppy when they had to move.” The console of the Batmobile beeped. Batman pressed a button. “Go ahead.”

“Batman, your hunch was right,” said a woman’s voice. “The Joker’s got his own plans for the time stone.”

“Hey, lady, how do you know about the time stone?!” snarled Wolverine.

“I can hear everything, Logan,” replied Oracle. Wolverine snarled and was ready to unsheathe his claws. “In any event, the Joker’s planning on taking over the plan. That’s why he went after the Gotham City Renaissance Art Collection. He’s using the art pieces as a sort of temporal map and intends to use the time stone to send Daleks into those eras. Before that, though, he intends to inject them with his Joker Venom.”

“I know he’s mad,” said the Doctor, “but Dalek casings have all sorts of defenses to protect the internal creature. He’d need to dissect one in order to figure out how to infect one with his Joker Venom and he’ll lose a lot of men in the attempt.”

“He won’t care,” replied Batman. “All just to build up to the sick punchline.”

“He’s just doing this because he can? That’s his justification?” asked Tysar.

“That’s his justification for anything,” answered Batman.

“Well, even if he succeeds, I’m positive I don’t want to see the results of a Jokerized Dalek,” remarked the Doctor. She then noticed something. “Um, we’re going to-.”

“Yes,” said Batman. They then went through a waterfall beneath Wayne Manor.

“Batman, are you sure-?” asked Wonder Woman as she pointed to Iron Man and Wolverine.

“Oh, we already know each other’s identities,” replied Iron Man. “Tends to happen when you’re genius billionaire playboy philanthropists.” Batman then parked the Batmobile in its usual place in the Batcave. “So, Brucie, what’s the plan?” asked Iron Man.

“Well, Stark Naked,” replied Batman, “there’s another reason why the Joker stole those paintings. Unlike us, money isn’t easy to come by for him, and he needs it until he fulfills his grand design.”

“So he’s gonna sell renaissance art off when he’s done with that map of his?” asked Wolverine.

“It won’t do him any good,” replied the Doctor. “If he sends a Jokerized Dalek into the time period the painting was born in, it will vanish.”

“Well, that WOULD make my part harder,” said Batman as he took off the cowl. Alfred then arrived.

“Master Bruce, I-.” He stopped when he saw the guests. “…Mr. Stark,” he began. “Mr. Howlett. Your Highness. And welcome back, Doctor and Miss Tysar. I would have thought you’d be back home.”

“Not until the Grouping is settled, Alfred,” replied Tysar.

“As a matter of fact, that’s why these three are here,” said the Doctor as she gestured to Iron Man, Wolverine, and Wonder Woman. “The boys are from 2027 while Wonder Woman’s from 2167. It’s a ghastly future, but it’s a future humanity will overcome.”

“So you can see why we need to find the Doctor’s TARDIS as well as stop the Joker and Loki,” said Wonder Woman.

“Oh, I can easily tell you where the TARDIS is, Doctor,” said Alfred. “It is currently in Master Bruce’s office, but it materialized around his desk whilst I was dusting it. I took the liberty of dusting the console room before I left.”

“Oh, thank you very much!” bid the Doctor. “I’ve been trying to dust it myself, but in my life, one thing leads to another and it’s been two centuries before you finally do it!”

“My pleasure, Ma’am. Now, what’s this about the Joker and the Norse god of fire and mischief?”

“The Joker’s trying to get the time stone from Loki, Alfred,” explained Batman. “One of the six Infinity Stones that can make its user do anything with a literal snap of their fingers if they’re wearing the proper gauntlet.”

“…I’m guessing the time stone is called as such because it controls time,” said Alfred.

“That’s correct, old friend,” replied Diana. “The Joker plans to use it to swipe aliens that invaded at least ten years ago in my time and inject them with Joker Venom, then send them into different points in the Renaissance.”

“Good grief! Send lunatics into a period of rediscovery?! Have them wreak havoc in that period?! Possibly kill the Old Masters?! That would explain why he stole those paintings! You were right to enact that plan, Sir!”

“Plan?” asked the Doctor.

“Over there,” replied Bruce as he pointed at a room adjacent to the main Batcave. Everyone looked inside to paintings with cloths draped over them.

“…The Gotham City Renaissance Art Collection?” asked Wonder Woman.

“Wait, if the Old Masters’ work is here,” said the Doctor, “…then what does the Joker have?”

“Batman, the Joker and Loki have been spotted in a hotel room,” warned Oracle.

“They’re playing chicken with their alliance,” remarked the Doctor.

“Oracle, does your dad know?” asked Bruce.

“He’s ready for the Joker’s inevitable call. Sending you the address and room.” The address and room showed up on the Batcomputer’s screen.

“Perfect,” said Bruce as he lowered the cowl over his eyes. “Let’s go, everyone. The Joker’s got a nasty surprise waiting for him.”


The Joker and Loki arrived in their hotel room, littered with paintings covered by cloths. “I still say we need to get my spear back!” urged Loki.

“In time, my friend. In time,” soothed the Joker. “For now, I have a call to make.” He then dialed a number. The person picked up.

“Commissioner Gordon here.”

“Working late nights, Commissioner?” asked the Joker.

“JOKER!” snarled Commissioner Gordon.

“I thought I’d present you something for all the years we’ve had our relationship!” cackled the Joker.

“If you’re trying to bribe me-!”

“A bribe? Don’t be so gauche! I intend to present you with the entire Gotham City Renaissance Art Collection as a gift!”

“Renaissance Art Collection, huh? I thought it was your calling card at the museum!”

“Well, I can safely say that they’re all safe and sound,” continued the Joker, “so I’ll be giving them back! Now isn’t that nice of me? Of course, there’s a slight delivery charge of 22 million dollars! I’d ordinarily ask for 10 million, but I have a lawyer on retainer. So pay up before 6 AM, or I burn the entire collection!”

“You DO know that Batman’s after you, yeah?” asked Commissioner Gordon.

“Batman! HAH!” laughed the Joker. “That Kooky Kleptomaniac stole a spear from my friend and scurried away to his Batcave, afraid of the power Loki has!”

“Loki? Who’s that?” asked Commissioner Gordon.

“Why, Commissioner! Aren’t you familiar with Norse Mythology?!” At that point, a new voice entered the call.

“Lots of people call themselves Loki,” said the new and familiar raspy voice. “Mainly people Commissioner Gordon’s keeping locked up.”

“Batman! You’re on the line too!” cackled the Joker. “Hiding out in the Commissioner’s office, are we?”

“My friends and I hope you don’t mind,” replied Batman.

“So, that Doctor and the other members of the cape and costume crowd are with you too!” The Joker allowed himself a giggle. “Well, you all had better stay there! Because if I catch any single one of you outside, I’m going to personally pin your pointed ears back, you hear?!”

“Of course,” answered Batman. “So, you have paintings, I hear.”

“Oh, I have dozens of them!” confirmed the Joker. “And each one, an Old Master!”

“You don’t say,” said Batman.

“…Yes, I DO say,” replied the Joker, now concerned about the tone in Batman’s voice. Loki got suspicious and went to remove the cover of one of the paintings.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Painting Chaos: Part 2

“…So we’re in the future, huh?” asked Iron Man. “Looks kinda sucky.”

“She also said we’re in Gotham, Tin Man,” replied Wolverine. “Remember how much of a hellhole it is?”

“You’re not questioning how you got here?” asked Tysar.

“Lady, this ain’t our first time travel rodeo,” retorted Wolverine.

“Well, the method might be new to you,” said the Doctor. “It was an energy wave called a chronal surge. That kind of energy wave takes random people and plops them into points of space and time that are foreign to them. Right now, there’s a series of chronal surges, creating an event known as the Grouping. Tysar and I have been tracking the chronal surges and followed you two and a third person from the future…a very ghastly future. …Unfortunately, my arrival point could have been chosen better as I landed in a warehouse held by Gotham’s greatest criminal, the Joker. My TARDIS had to choose a safer place to rest, so it vanished on me temporarily. I’m going to need your help, gentlemen, and the help of the person from the future and Batman in order to find the TARDIS. With it returned to me, I can get you all home.”

“…Fair deal to me,” remarked Iron Man.

“Same,” agreed Wolverine.

“Excellent!” cheered the Doctor. “Batman went that way towards the warehouse, so he’ll be busy with the Joker.”


The Doctor was right. Batman had already taken out the Joker’s thugs and was going after him, dodging or deflecting all the Joker’s tricks. Acid boutonniere, razor playing cards, giant hammer, gun, they paled in comparison to Batman’s bag of tricks. “Come on, Batsy!” taunted the Joker. “Do you really think you have time to stop me?! Don’t you have a gala to host at Wayne Manor?!”

“There’s always room in my schedule for stopping criminals,” replied Batman. As he prepared to throw a batarang at the Joker, a glowing, golden rope wrapped around the Joker’s wrist.

“Hey, who invited little miss bondage?!” cackled the Joker.

“Little?” asked Batman. Little was NOT a word Batman would use with the owner of the rope. The Joker was then launched through the roof of the warehouse as the rope untied itself from his wrist. Batman looked up through the hole. “…You know, Diana,” he remarked, “you didn’t give it that Joker shape. He would have-.” He stopped when he saw his friend. She…looked haggard, wore black and gray armor instead of her usual red, blue, and gold outfit, and carried a sword and shield. “…Wonder Woman?” asked Batman. “What happened to you?”

“What happened to me?” asked Wonder Woman. “Apparently I was sent back in time to when you were alive, Bruce.”

“…So you’re from the future,” remarked Batman. “A chronal surge?”

“I have no idea what that is, but an energy wave plucked me from 2167 and put me here. …When is this?”

“2029,” called the Doctor as she stepped into the warehouse. “And that energy wave is called a chronal surge.

“Doctor?” asked Batman. “So the Grouping’s still going on.”

“Sadly, yes,” said the Doctor. “And, in order to fix time, I have to send Iron Man, Wolverine, and Wonder Woman back to their proper times. …Therein lies the problem. Before you arrived, the Joker attacked in a way that made my TARDIS think the area wasn’t safe for it, so it moved itself, so I’ll need everyone’s help to find it so Iron Man and Wolverine can live to the end of their days and Wonder Woman can see the end of the Dalek Occupation in 2167.”

“The end? …Doctor, there IS no end to their occupation,” sighed Wonder Woman. Everyone could tell that her spirit was broken somehow and she was just focused on survival.

“…What happened?” asked Batman.

“Diana…does Themyscira-?” asked the Doctor.

“It’s all gone, Doctor,” replied Wonder Woman. “The island, my sisters, my mother, all of it! The Daleks just killed them all! And not just them! The Avengers, the Justice League, the X-men, the Teen Titans, for Hera’s sake! …They all died defending the planet. The Daleks succeeded where Darkseid failed. Even his Parademons couldn’t destroy them. They somehow even immunized themselves against his Omega Effect! I don’t even know what their mission is!”

“To mine Earth’s core and replace it with an interstellar engine,” said the Doctor. “The primary mineshaft is in England, Bedfordshire to be precise.”

“…How on Earth do you-?”

“Because the Daleks fail in that regard, thanks her first incarnation,” explained Tysar.

“…Don’t give me hope, child,” sighed Wonder Woman. “Hope died a long time ago.”

“That’s what the humans thought too, at least the general population,” said the Doctor. “But…there ARE resistance groups.”

“…You’re sure?” asked Wonder Woman.

“They helped me defeat the Daleks in that time,” confirmed the Doctor. “When I send you back, you must promise me you’ll find a resistance group. Give them the hope they need to fight back! You’ll see the end of the occupation! You’ll avenge the Amazons by defying the Daleks and saying to them ‘No! Earth will NOT be exterminated!’ …Now, I can’t say that the pain of being the last will go away. It never does. …But you CAN prevent others from suffering that fate!” Wonder Woman looked at the Doctor…and saw genuine understanding in her eyes. …The Amazon then clenched her fist.

“…You’re right, Doctor!” she said. “My friends would not give up…neither will I!” There was a ferocity in her voice, a ferocity she had forgotten so long ago.

“First things first, Wondy,” said Wolverine. “We gotta find her box.”

“It’s still in Gotham, probably near here,” explained the Doctor.

“…Hey, didn’t someone go through the roof?” asked Iron Man.

“…You’re right, the Joker should have come back by now.” A portal then appeared above their heads and the Joker fell out of it, landing face first on the ground. He picked himself up and snarled.

“…I HAVE BEEN FALLING…FOR THIRTY MINUTES!” he shouted.

“Whoever cast that portal must have slowed down time in that hole,” remarked the Doctor.

“I thought it would amuse me, Doctor,” replied a voice the Doctor hadn’t heard in a long time. Stepping into the warehouse with divine swagger reserved for those that were so sure of their power was a man with black hair in a green outfit with gold trim and a gold helmet with horns on it. He carried a spear with a green stone in it.

“…Loki Laufeyson,” greeted the Doctor.

“The Norse god of trickery and fire?” asked Wonder Woman.

“Hey, just a second!” protested the Joker. “I didn’t get my prize yet!” He pointed at the stone in the spear.

“Oh yes, the deal we made,” said Loki. “My apologies.”

“Loki, what are you talking about?” asked Iron Man. “And why do you have the Time Stone?”

“It’s my best weapon of keeping Omega at bay,” replied Loki. The Doctor flinched at that. “…Ah, you know of whom I speak, don’t you, Doctor?”

“…Doc, you wanna shed some light?” asked Wolverine.

“…Omega was one of the founders of Time Lord society,” explained the Doctor. “He was a brilliant stellar engineer and learned how to harness a singularity to become a rich source of power for my people. …But his experiments sent him to an anti-matter universe and he went mad with revenge against the universe for thinking the Time Lords had abandoned him in favor of Rassilon. This current Grouping crisis is the result of him trying to escape once again.”

“Trying to, Doctor?” chuckled Loki. “No. Omega IS free and walks our universe. He’s developed a full body for himself. With the Time Stone, I can track him down and slay him!”

“No, Loki, you can’t!” replied the Doctor. “His power is too much, even for you or Darkseid! Even all six Infinity Stones and the Omega Effect can’t stop him!”

“I’m willing to put that to the test,” dismissed Loki. “But first, a little test. Wonder Woman, you came from 2167, is that right?”

“That’s correct,” replied Wonder Woman.

“Then I think you know who I will summon.” The wicked grin revealed his intentions! Wonder Woman used her lasso to grab the spear and pull it towards her.

“Never!” she snarled with Amazonian zeal! “No one in this century will suffer those monsters!”

“Give that back, you primitive!” snarled Loki as he prepared his magic.

“I went to a lot of trouble getting that thing,” said the Joker as he aimed his gun, “and I intend to keep it!”

“I’m sorry, 2029 is closed to evil today!” retorted Iron Man as he fired a repulsor beam at the Joker. The clown was knocked back as Loki fired his own magic blast, but Wonder Woman deflected it with her shield. Batman then got up close and kneed Loki in the stomach, winding the Asgardian.

“Quick! Into the Batmobile!” called Batman. He led everyone to his car and they all jumped in. The Joker shot at the car and Loki fired magic blasts, but it sped away, taking its passengers to safety.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Painting Chaos: Part 1

Spinning through a dimension of swirling temporal energy, a blue box journeyed with purpose. Its lamp, flashing as it spun, was pointed forward like the prow of a ship. It looked like a London Police Box of the 1960’s but inside was a technological marvel of dimensional engineering! When one steps into the box, the first room they enter is the main control room, the first clue that the box is actually bigger on the inside! The control room, as it stood now, was a red room with gold trim. A hexagonal console with a cylinder going up and down as the machine went through the Time Vortex was placed in the center of the room. Underneath one of the panels, a woman with long, platinum blonde hair was fiddling with something and singing a tune in her native language. Oddly enough, this wasn’t the owner of the machine, but their current companion, Tysar, a Thal from New Davius. “…There we go!” she said. She then closed the panel. “That should do it!”

“Um, Tysar,” came another woman’s voice, “what are you doing?” A woman with African features and a burgundy skirt with roses hemming it and a gold headband with a large rose on its left side had entered the room. This was the owner of the machine.

“Running repairs,” replied Tysar. The owner of the machine, the Time Lord known as the Doctor, flinched at that.

“Erm, Tysar,” said the Doctor, “I don’t want you to take umbrage, but might I suggest that you leave repairs of the TARDIS console to me? I know you Thals are brilliant technicians-.”

“That’s very patronizing of you, Doctor!” protested Tysar.

“Well, the TARDIS is dimensionally temperamental, and temporal engineering isn’t exactly something Thals are studying in your native time zone, is it?”

“No, but-.”

“All right then. Well, I’m glad we got that settled.”

“There’s no need to panic!” chuckled Tysar. “I was only improving the efficiency of the components that are currently helping the TARDIS track chronal surges.”

“The wha-?” The Doctor arched an eyebrow. “Why?”

“So that we can get ahead of them and fix the problem as quickly as possible, given that the Grouping’s getting worse,” explained Tysar.

“…Ah, yes,” realized the Doctor. “Gallifrey DID say that, didn’t they? Erm, well done, Tysar.” Just then, the console beeped. “All right, yes, there’s no need to test those components.”

“I’m not,” replied Tysar. “The TARDIS has detected multiple chronal surges. And we have a reading on where their victims came from and where they’re going.”

“Excellent!” praised the Doctor. “Let’s see. …There’s three! Two of them are from 2027 and one’s from…well, how about that?”

“What?” asked Tysar.

“The last one’s from 2167,” explained the Doctor.

“2167?” asked Tysar. “Isn’t that when the Daleks were occupying Earth?”

“Yes, the last year of their occupation, and all three of our victims are from Earth,” replied the Doctor. “It looks like they’re heading to…2029, Earth, United States Eastern Seaboard…Gotham!”

“Oh no!” complained Tysar, remembering when a chronal surge plucked her from New Davius and plopped her into Gotham.

“Yes, well, you don’t have to step outside, you know,” remarked the Doctor.

“No, no,” dismissed Tysar. “We have a job to do. Let’s get to it.”

“Right!” declared the Doctor as she set the coordinates.


Gotham, a hellhole of a city in the USA, where criminals were as talked about as any public figure like an actor or a politician. Even politics weren’t safe from the crime bosses’ grasp. But the criminal underworld was NOT unopposed there. While there were police officers…there were also those of the vigilante persuasion. Right now, two criminals with clown makeup on them were outside a warehouse, guarding their boss’s newest acquisition. “…So, the boss’s partner,” said one, “you sure he’s a god?”

“I was there when the guy attacked New York,” replied the other. “He’s got the right stuff to be a god. Especially the Norse God he says he is. Although, I thought he was blonde…and supposed to still be bound with Jörmungandr’s fangs dripping venom into his eyes.”

“How do you know so much about gods?” asked the first.

“Dude, when I was a kid, it wasn’t just the Greek myths that were my hyperfixation,” answered the other. The first simply nodded, then looked around. “…What’s the matter with you?” asked the other.

“Dude, we’re guarding a rock!” protested the first. “No way will the Bat wanna waste time over a rock!”

“Yeah, but it’s the boss that has that rock,” said the other, “and ain’t no way the Bat’s gonna leave him alone. There’s too much history for that. So keep watch.”

“Yeah, well, my ma always said that idle hands were the devil’s workshop.”

“Hey, I resent that! We worked damn hard on this and so did the boss!”

“True, very true!” came a cackling voice, startling the two men. “But his mother is right in this particular instance. We’ve been idle for too long!” The speaker stepped out of the shadows to reveal a man with chalk-white skin, ruby lips, green hair, and a purple suit with coattails and a rose boutonniere. This was the Clown Prince of Crime himself, the Joker! “Pack up, boys! Our divine friend is coming to Miagani Island!”

“That ain’t far, Boss,” remarked the first as he and his friend started packing.

“Hey, Boss, do we want the Bat to know right now?” asked the other. “Because if not, we’re gonna have to take the long way.”

“So be it,” replied the Joker. “Besides, it’s good to build up anticipation!”

“…Fair enough,” agreed the other. Then…a noise filled the air. “…Hey, anyone-?”

“I hear it too,” remarked the first. “What is that? A new toy from the Bat?” The TARDIS then materialized. “…Never mind, too blue.” The other gasped.

“That’s the box those doctors appeared in during that mugging in 2027!” he explained. “They’re friends of the Bat! I say we ice them!”

“I’m not Mr. Freeze, but that sounds like a splendid idea!” agreed the Joker as he pulled out a pistol. The Doctor and Tysar then stepped out and everyone froze for a second.

“All right toots, where are them doctors?!” snarled the other.

“…Hang on, we met before,” remarked the Doctor. “I flipped you over after you wanted to have your way with that poor woman. That was before Batman knocked your leader out.”

“…Lady, you weren’t there!” snapped the other. “How could you-?”

“Maybe she’s heard about that from those other doctors,” said the first.

“No, I just changed my face,” replied the Doctor. “Now, Doctor in the house here, and-.”

“Doctor, it hurts when I do THIS!” The Joker leveled his gun at the Doctor and fired, but the Doctor twirled out of the way and poked the Joker in the eyes!

“Don’t do that,” she replied as the Joker rubbed his eyes. He recovered his vision.

“SHOOT HER! SHOOT HER!” he shouted.

“You have unbelievably thin skin, Joker,” chuckled the Doctor. She dashed to the other side of the warehouse and found a good stack of boxes. She then made it wobble.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” protested the Joker. “BE CAREFUL WITH THAT!”

“Oh, I’m being very careful,” assured the Doctor. “See, I’m on this side and it’s all going to fall…THAT WAY!” The Doctor pushed the stack so it toppled towards the Joker and his goons. As the three criminals ran, the Doctor grabbed Tysar’s hand and fled the warehouse.

“Doctor, the TARDIS-!” argued Tysar. She then heard the TARDIS take off!

“And that’s the HADS kicking in,” said the Doctor.

“The wha-?”

“Hostile Action Displacement System,” explained the Doctor. “The TARDIS moves to a relatively safer location.”

“…And where is that?” asked Tysar.

“…Well, if I…um…” The Doctor’s eyes went wide. “…You know, there are moments where I loathe the HADS.”

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THE TARDIS IS?!” yelped Tysar. Her berating was interrupted by a vehicle approaching. A streak of black with a bat motif zoomed by.

“…There we go!” said the Doctor. “Problem solved! He’s the world’s greatest detective, he can find the TARDIS!”

“Doctor, if the TARDIS vanished from this point in space-time-!”

“No, no, no, the HADS does not engage anything related to temporal navigation,” soothed the Doctor. “It only changes its point in space, not time. And even then, it’s a relatively short hop. It will still be in Gotham. And no one can get in without the key. So we’ll just wait for him to finish up his business with the Joker and-.”

“Doc?” asked a rough man’s voice. The Doctor could smell cigars and booze behind her and turned to see a short, muscular man with his hair and sideburns pulled into points.

“…Logan?!” she spluttered. “…I don’t think I was conscious after I regenerated in the school, how did you know-?”

“Apparently your scent’s still the same,” remarked Logan, the mutant known as Wolverine. “What’s going on here?”

“I’d like to know that myself,” said another voice. A metal suit then landed with gold and red colors and a blue light in its chest.

“Oh god, Stark,” groaned Wolverine.

“Hey there, Skunk Bear,” remarked the armored person, Tony Stark as Iron Man. He then saw the Doctor. “…William told me you changed into that, Doctor. Some natural cosmetic surgery?”

“Regeneration is NOT cosmetic surgery, Mr. Stark!” hissed the Doctor. “…All right, that’s two of you from 2027, now…”

“You know what’s going on?” asked Wolverine.

“You two are in Gotham of 2029,” explained Tysar. Iron Man stepped back in surprised and Wolverine looked…well, bemused.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Let Freedom Ring: Part 4

Chojin Bird-Man Castle was sighted in Gotham Bay. The Coast Guard did what they could, but the fortress deployed a red, umbrella styled shield in front and spun it to kick up the water. Inside the fortress, the Penguin cackled. “Believe it or not, Gotham,” he said, “this penguin moves just as fast on land as it does at sea…and it’s got one hell of a bite! You were all fools and just like the state of Kai in Feudal Japan, I’ve played you all like a harp from Hell!”


Back with the Doctor and her group, the Master was still in the throes of a heart attack. “Tysar, help me get his shirt off!” directed the Doctor. “Batman, Winston, I need three AED pads and something that can generate electricity!”

“Three AED pads?” asked Winston as he got the pads and attached cables. “That’s how many a Time Lord needs?”

“Both hearts need to be reset simultaneously!” replied the Doctor as she and Tysar tore the Master’s shirt off.

“Would the Shock Batarang work?” asked Batman as he pulled out said Batarang.

“Gimme!” Batman handed the Doctor the Batarang and Winston handed over the pads. The Doctor then wired the pads to the Batarang, then placed one of the pads on each side of the Master’s chest while the third and final was applied to the top just above the vessels bridging his two hearts. “Now, Batman, monitor for a double pulse.” The Doctor switched the Batarang on. “Clear!” She pressed the button and delivered the shock. The Master went silent and still. For a few tense seconds, everyone was praying the Doctor didn’t kill her patient. …The Master then shot up, screaming and scaring everyone but Batman into screaming. He stopped screaming, then sighed.

“…Hello, Rightie!” he said.

“Both hearts are beating,” reported Batman.

“Now…” The Master tore the pads off. “Time to pluck a penguin’s feathers!”

“Master, there IS a way to beat him, yes?” asked the Doctor with a smirk.

“…Don’t say it!” hissed the Master.

“Well, it seems to me…”

“If you say it, I WILL use the TCE on-!”

“We’ll need to work together,” finished the Doctor. The Master snarled, then sighed in defeat.

“…We need to disconnect the Quake Engine component from Chojin-jo’s main control room,” he said. “And the most vulnerable point is when it assumes battle mode.”

“Battle mode?” asked the Doctor.

“Chojin-jo’s Wind Forest Fire Mountain transformation,” explained Batman.

“…A little over the top. We’ll need to trick the Penguin into engaging it. But we follow Batman’s no kill rule.”

“Doctor-!” argued the Master.

“We’re guests in Batman’s city and temporary Bat Family members. We follow HIS rules.”

“…All right, what’s the plan?”


Chojin Bird-Man Castle marched closer to the shores of Gotham, ready to trample it. Inside the control room, the Penguin cackled as various Emperor Penguins squawked. “That’s right, my fine-feathered friends!” squawked the Penguin. “Gotham will be all ours! Then the Eastern Seaboard, then the rest of the continent, then the whole damn hemisphere, then-!” The computers flashed alarms. “Huh? What’s…GIANT FLY TRAPS?! IVY! Fine then, time to do some weeding! CHOJIN BIRD-MAN CASTLE: WIND FOREST FIRE MOUNTAIN TRANSFORMATION!


“Where did those plants come from?!” demanded the Doctor as giant fly traps grew while Chojin-jo rearranged itself into a battle configuration that looked like the Penguin, complete with a top hat, monocle, and hidden guns behind the umbrella shield.

“Those aren’t real plants,” remarked Batman. “Someone activated holograms. Who-?”

“Excuse me!” called Dr. King as he and Alfred arrived.

“What are YOU doing here?!” protested the Doctor.

“I’m sorry, Doctor, I wanted to help,” replied Dr. King.

“Don’t be too hard on him, Doctor,” said Alfred. “He overheard the plan and activated the holo-emitters based on Poison Ivy’s plants.”

“…I appreciate the help, Dr. King,” said the Doctor. “But I’d advise you to go back to Wayne Manor. If the boy you’re possessing dies, you fade away from history and the United States can’t have that.”

“…I understand, Doctor,” said Dr. King.


Back in Chojin Bird-Man Castle’s control room, the Penguin saw what was going on. “Holograms! Batman, you idiot! You really think that’s gonna stop me?!”

“No, but this will!” replied Batman from the ceiling. A kunai then buried itself into the controls!

“WHAT?! NO!” shouted the Penguin. He snarled as Batman landed. The Penguin then activated his concealed sword from his umbrella and attacked with Batman keeping out of reach.


While the fight was going on, the Doctor, Tysar, Winston, and the Master entered the engine room. There, the power convertor for the Quake Engine rested. “That’s it!” called the Master.

“All right, start disconnecting,” directed the Doctor. As they started yanking wires, Tysar spotted a big one coming from the power convertor.

“Now if that isn’t a main power line…” she smiled and yanked it out! The fortress then juddered as the lights went off!

“Good eye, Tysar!” praised the Doctor.

“Doctor, outside!” called Winston. “The fortress stopped!” Winston was right. The legs of the fortress had stopped before they could reach the shore.


“The Power Convertor!” squawked the Penguin. He snarled at Batman. “You distracted me, didn’t you?!”

“Wasn’t all that much of a challenge,” replied Batman. The Penguin then leapt from the control room’s window and flew down to the engine room where he saw Tysar teasingly holding the main power wire.

“Lookie here!” she chuckled. “A local flightless bird getting too close to the sun!”

“Learned about the wildlife of Earth, did you?!” snarled the Penguin.

“Move aside!” commanded the Master as he shoved Tysar aside.

“Master, what are you doing?!” yelped the Doctor.

“Cutting a problem down to size!” replied the Master. “One shrunken penguin, coming-!” The Master then realized his pocket was empty. “…Wh…Where’s the-?!”

“Looking for this?!” cackled the Penguin as he held up a black rod with a sphere on the end of it.

“My Tissue Compression Eliminator!” gasped the Master in sheer outrage that a mere human stole HIS weapon. “How-?!”

“You dropped it during your heart attack!” cackled the Penguin. “Now let’s see how it works!” He activated the device, aiming it at the Master…but nothing happened. “…Oh, because, of course, you made it so this thing can’t be turned against you!” snarled the Penguin. He then smashed it to the floor.

“A pity, hm?” chuckled the Master. “But there’s something to be said about taking heads the old-fashioned way!” He grabbed a foil and swung it, but the Penguin blocked with his concealed sword and the two dueled.

“Come on!” called Batman as he grabbed the power converter. As the two villains dueled, everyone made their way to safety.


The Gotham News explained that the duel between the Penguin and the Master ended in a stalemate, resulting in the Penguin being impeached as Mayor of Gotham and both him and the Master being transported to Arkham Asylum. Within the Batcave, the Doctor was altering the Quake Engine’s power convertor. “And there we go!” said the Doctor. “All done!” Alfred then entered the Batcave.

“I just received a call from Lucius Fox,” he said with a smile. “He remembers Dr. King and his contributions to the continuing Civil Rights Movement. So do all those who temporarily forgot him.”

“Thank goodness for that,” remarked Dr. King. “…That means my young self’s time is up at least in this part of history.”

“Trust me, it will take a major catastrophe to utterly erase you from history,” chuckled the Doctor.

“Let me just…” Dr. King’s young self then closed his eyes and collapsed as his ghost left. Dr. King’s ghost looked as he did seconds before his assassination.

“That’s the face of a Civil Rights leader I know!” remarked Winston. The Doctor then keyed in a command. The power convertor glowed, then it and the young Martin Luther King Jr. vanished while his ghost remained.

“And that, as they say, is that,” sighed the Doctor.

“It’s a pity some Americans would rather forget about Dr. King,” sighed Winston.

“As long as people still practice compassion,” replied the Doctor, “I don’t see him fading away from history any time soon. Dr. King, I can’t say when, but that dream where humans let freedom ring WILL come true. There WILL be a time where everyone can say ‘Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, we’re free at last’!” Dr. King smiled.

“That’s good to know, Doctor,” he said. “Now, I better get back to Coretta. See you all on the other side!” His ghost faded away, but his memory remained.

“…Well, with all that,” said the Doctor, “I think it’s time I take Tysar home. This point is deep in her people’s past, you know.”

“Tysar, stay safe with the Doctor, hm?” said Batman.

“As long as you keep Gotham safe,” replied Tysar. She and the Doctor then entered the TARDIS and it dematerialized.


“So, you understand what I’m currently doing?” asked the Doctor. “I don’t know if I can take you directly back.”

“…I don’t think the direct way back will be necessary,” replied Tysar.

“You understand it’s dangerous, yes? There’s a temporal catastrophe going on and certain time-travelling races will capitalize on it. Especially the Daleks.”

“We Thals may be pacifists, but we don’t run from our problems. Not anymore.” The Doctor smiled.

“Welcome aboard, Tysar!” The Doctor set the controls and the TARDIS whizzed off to track the next chronal surge!

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Let Freedom Ring: Part 3

“…How…do you lose…a TARDIS?!” asked the Doctor.

“You tell me!” replied the Master.

“So you’re stuck in one point in space/time,” remarked Batman. He then smirked. “Just like us humans.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Batman! It doesn’t suit you!” hissed the Master.

“So you need the Quake Engine to restore your time travel capabilities,” said the Doctor. She then looked at the Penguin. “What about your angle, Mayor Cobblepot?”

“Do you know how the Quake Engine works?” asked the Penguin.

“Can’t say as I do.”

“Batman, you tell her. You were caught up in its effects along with us.”

“The Quake Engine,” began Batman, “treats time like origami, folding it into various shapes.”

“What?!” gasped the Doctor. “That’s dangerous! One mistake and you tear time like an amateur origami artist tears paper!”

“The Quake Engine can also be used to rewrite parts of history,” continued Batman. “After my adventure in Japan, Ra’s Al Ghul got ahold of it and used it to try and eliminate all but the strongest of humanity, rewriting the Justice League’s history so they would become Yakuza members. Because we existed outside of time for a brief moment, we could access the Quake Engine and refold history back into its proper shape. I thought we took it apart.”

“You did,” replied the Penguin, “but you know me, Batman. I have a nose for information!”

“So your thugs attacked one of the vaults hiding a part of the Quake Engine!”

“And they pulled off the operation beautifully!”

“I then blundered here and found the Penguin working on the Quake Engine,” explained the Master, “and offered my help in helping him turn history into its coherent state in return for locating my TARDIS.”

“Mayor Cobblepot, you have to stop this!” warned the Doctor.

“Nice try, but a lady’s tears won’t move me!” dismissed the Penguin.

“I don’t know what the Master has planned, but this ISN’T about recovering his TARDIS in the long run!”

“Doctor, you’ve entertained the Mayor and I with your theories long enough,” said the Master. “…Now, my Laser Screwdriver? You DID take it while Batman explained the Quake Engine.”

“…Oh well,” sighed the Doctor as she handed over a rod with three laser emitters on one end. “Can’t blame a Time Lady for trying.”

“Doctor, that trick hasn’t worked on me since the days of the Academy!”

“I think we’ve heard enough!” snapped the Penguin. “Batman, you and your friends can leave!”

“Come on, everyone,” said the Doctor. “I think we heard enough.” She and her friends then left.

“Right then,” grumbled the Master. “Now, if Young Martin can return with the power supply, that would be splendid!”

“…I didn’t see him when I brought those guys here,” remarked the Penguin. He pressed a comms button. “Security, someone find that boy.”

“Sir, he left a minute ago,” replied the guard.

“WHAT?!” shouted the Penguin and the Master.


Back in the Batmobile, the Doctor, Winston, Batman, and Tysar were discussing what they learned. “Why would the Master want a coherent past if he’s planning on ruling all of time and space?” muttered Winston. “And why would they WANT to preserve Martin Luther’s history?”

“The Master isn’t exactly a civil rights activist,” remarked the Doctor. “Questions, questions.”

“Perhaps I can provide some answers?” asked the voice of a young boy! Batman turned towards an empty alley and stopped the Batmobile. Everyone turned to see Young Martin in the Batmobile with them!

“What are you doing here?!” yelped Tysar. “It’s not safe!”

“It’s safer than staying with those two,” replied Young Martin. “And I know what they’re up to. They both plan to be the sole ruler of time and space.”

“Because, of course, they don’t trust each other,” sighed the Doctor. “But that doesn’t explain why…Winston, something on your person is beeping.”

“Huh?” Winston listened to the beeping. “…That’s my PKE Meter,” he said. He pulled out the device and the arms of the PKE meter flashed and moved to a near vertical position when the device was waved over Young Martin. “What the-?! The living shouldn’t have a PKE reading! …Unless…” The Doctor and Winston goggled.

“…He didn’t, did he?!” whispered the Doctor.

“What is it, Doctor?” asked Tysar.

“…That would explain why the temporal degradation is so slow,” muttered the Doctor.

“I met him once before on the job,” said Winston. “Let me compare notes.” He pulled out a notebook and looked between the numbers on the PKE meter and the numbers in the book. “…It is! Martin Luther King’s ghost is possessing his younger self!”

“What?!” asked Batman.

“A pleasure to see you again, Dr. Zeddemore,” greeted Martin Luther King Jr, America’s greatest Civil Rights hero!

“So, the mind of your younger self is asleep!” realized the Doctor. “You’re keeping him from learning too much of the future!”

“That’s the idea, Doctor,” confirmed Martin Luther King Jr. “When people started forgetting and I saw my younger body outside the Gotham courthouse, I had to try something. But it seems as if my possessing my younger self has consequences.”

“Yes, but it slowed down the rate of people forgetting you, Dr. King,” said the Doctor. “We need to bring your younger self back to when you jumped out of your house’s second story.”

“Interesting that I was plucked out of time at a low end of my life.”

“The Grouping doesn’t really have much in the way of rhyme or reason.”

“The Grouping?” asked Tysar.

“Those chronal surges are happening all across time and space,” said the Doctor. She then snapped her fingers as she remembered something. “Batman, you and the Justice League are going to meet my past self, but it will happen in your future. You need to remember to tell my past self about the Grouping.”

“Got it,” replied Batman.

“Doctor, I know what the Quake Engine is being used for,” said Martin Luther King Jr. “The Penguin mentioned something about a bird man castle and how he intends to use the Quake Engine to power it.”

“Chojin-jo?! He’s rebuilt it?!” asked Batman.

“Chojin-jo being?” asked Tysar.

“It’s the Penguin’s robotic fortress, also called Chojin Bird-Man Castle, from when the Quake Engine was first used so the Gotham Villains could take over Feudal Japan!”

“But that would mean starting the Industrial Revolution too early for Japan!” yelped the Doctor.

“We fixed that, thank goodness,” replied Batman. “But if the Penguin’s getting his old castle working-!”

“He’ll rule not only Gotham, but the entire eastern seaboard of the United States,” finished the Doctor. “We have to find Chojin Bird Man Castle! Dr. King, do you know where-?!”

“The main factory’s in the underground pumps station,” explained Martin Luther King Jr.

“That’s Killer Croc’s old lair,” remarked Batman. “The pumps are supposed to keep Gotham Bay from flooding.”

“Apropos that a man that themes himself after an aquatic bird should choose that for his base,” said the Doctor.


In the underground pumps station, the Penguin and the Master were putting the finishing touches on Chojin Bird-Man Castle. “And there we go!” laughed the Master as he made the last connection. “All done!”

“Perfect!” cackled the Penguin.

“Hold it!” called Batman’s voice.

“Penguin! Master! Drop this nonsense now!” shouted the Doctor.

“No!” snarled the Master. “Not while I’m so close! You won’t stop me this time, Doctor! Hand over Young Dr. King and I’ll return him to his native time, then come back and rule over this planet!”

“Bit of a complication in returning him,” replied the Doctor. “In any event, you can’t launch this contraption! It’ll fold the Time Vortex into five dimensions instead of the usual four!”

“I’ve come too close! You’ll not ruin my plans this time, Doctor!” The Master grabbed a fencing foil and swung at the Doctor. The Doctor grabbed another and the two dueled. The Doctor noticed a tray of sushi with chopsticks nearby and dueled the Master long enough to disarm him and point her foil’s tip at his left-hand heart. She then grabbed the chopsticks and used them to pick up a sushi roll.

“I still find that violent exercise makes me rather hungry. Do you?” The Doctor ate the sushi roll with a grin.

“Smile all you want, Doctor!” snarled the Master. “It’s still launch capable! One voice command is all that’s necessary.”

“Don’t you dare!” warned the Doctor.

“Oh, I’ll more than dare! Chojin-jo! HASSHIN!” …Nothing happened. “…Chojin-jo…hasshin!” The Master tried again. “…Oh for-! CHOJIN-JO! HASSHIN!” The Master then felt a sharp pain in his right-hand heart. The Doctor saw it in his eyes, he was NOT faking it! He clutched the heart like one does when they’re having a heart attack!

“What in-?!” The Doctor felt for his heartbeat. “…No electrical signal?! How-?!”

“A little something I picked up in the Orient!” cackled the Penguin. “You really think I’d let an alien like the Master or you, Doctor, control MY history?!”

“You paranoid little-!” snarled the Master through his heart attack. “WE HAD A DEAL!”

“And now I have a better one, what with me learning how to stop the electrical signals to a heart! Thanks for leaving your Laser Screwdriver out! Now…time to feather the nest I built! FLY, CHOJIN BIRD-MAN CASTLE! SPREAD YOUR WINGS!” The fortress then moved as the Penguin used his umbrella to fly up to the control room!

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Let Freedom Ring: Part 2

The Doctor and Tysar were brought to the Batcave and brought up to speed on their investigation of Martin Luther King Jr’s disappearance from history. “I’m actually surprised,” muttered the Doctor as she looked up something on the Batcomputer. “It hasn’t been THAT long since his assassination. I’d have…Nichelle Nichols.”

“What about her?” asked Bruce.

“SHE didn’t know about Dr. King.”

“That’s impossible! He’s the reason she stayed on as Uhura when Star Trek was being broadcasted!”

“I wonder if…aha! Found it!”

“Found what, Doctor?” asked Winston as he arrived.

“Another chronal surge! An energy wave that plucks someone from one point in space/time and drops them off in another, either in the past or the future.”

“Then Dr. King was taken by a chronal surge like me?” asked Tysar.

“It seems that way, but the probabilities of him going back into his time are still in effect,” replied the Doctor. “If I had forgotten him, it would have been too late and I doubt Lucius Fox would be the man he is today.”

“Then, for Lucius’ sake, we need to find Dr. King,” declared Bruce. “Where and when is he is the big question.”

“I’m going to allow the Batcomputer to temporarily use the TARDIS computers to calculate where and when he was taken,” said the Doctor as she worked. The computer beeped and Circular Gallifreyan appeared. “Aha! Access granted! Now let’s see…hm, as a funny little man once said…oh my word!”

“Doctor?” asked Winston.

“I’ve found when he was taken!” explained the Doctor. “In his history, he just jumped out of the second story window of his house!”

“Which attempt?” asked Winston. “There were two points he did that, both of which were the result of him blaming himself for someone else’s death.”

“Looks like…after his brother, A.D, slid down the banister and knocked their sister, Jennie, unconscious. Calculating his temporal path now…oh no!”

“What?” asked Bruce.

“He’s…he’s in Gotham right now! In the Mayor’s house!”

“Great, a kid riddled with guilt finds himself in a 21st century city. He’ll believe he’s in Hell! And if he’s in the Mayor’s house, he’s definitely gonna be scared out of his mind!”

“Especially with Mr. Cobblepot as the current Mayor,” remarked Alfred as he revealed himself with a set of tea.

“…Did you say Cobblepot, Alfred?” asked the Doctor. “As in…Oswald Cobblepot? The Penguin?!”

“The very same. Tea, Doctor?”

“…Please,” sighed the Doctor as she put her head in her hands. “What kind of election fraud-?!”

“I already checked,” replied Bruce. “There WASN’T any election fraud. Gotham elected the Penguin of their own free will.”

“I don’t know if that makes the situation better or worse! …Come to think of it, I don’t know as you looking into the election results-.”

“Perhaps we should table that for now, Doctor,” said Winston. “We need to save Little Martin Luther Jr. and figure out if the Penguin has any plans for him.”

“Not a bad idea,” agreed Bruce.

“…Right then, Bruce, suit up,” declared the Doctor. “We need to speak to Mayor Cobblepot tonight!”


In the Mayor’s home, a short, beak-nosed man was getting ready for bed. He took off his monocle, then lit up a cigar as he looked out the window and saw Gotham. “…Look at me now, Wayne!” he cackled to himself, his laugh sounding like an Emperor Penguin. “Your family never could achieve THIS kind of power! I’ll run Gotham-!” He was interrupted by a buzzer. “…What now?!” complained Mayor Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin. He pressed a button on his intercom. “What is it?!” he demanded.

“A Mr. Batman and his retinue here to see you, your Honor,” replied his security guard. “They just arrived at the front gate.”

“What?!” squawked the Penguin in surprise. “He’s never been THIS bold before! …Color me intrigued! Send them up!”

“Very well, your Honor.”


Batman, the Doctor, Tysar, and Winston left the Batmobile and Batman locked it. They were escorted to the Mayor’s Office where the Penguin, dressed in his tuxedo, top hat, monocle, and umbrella, waited for them. “…Leave us,” the Penguin ordered the guard. The guard hesitated.

“I won’t hurt him,” promised Batman.

“He’s right,” said the Penguin. “Rather gauche for Batman to go after someone in their own home.” The guard nodded, then headed off. “…So, Batman, just waltzing up to the front door. That’s not like you. Unless…your plan requires…delicacy?”

“We believe you have someone here,” replied Batman. “A little boy, African American, accent from Atlanta, Georgia.”

“Ah, so the kid’s important to you, huh?” chuckled the Penguin.

“Important to all of time and space, if you can believe it,” replied the Doctor.

“Who are you?” asked the Penguin.

“I’m usually known as the Doctor, although my enemies have given me some rather…colorful names.”

“Doctor of what?”

“Well, a little of everything, really,” replied the Doctor. “Let’s just say we’re working a case, a rather open and shut case of Martin Luther King Jr. being taken out of time.”

“…You mean with people forgetting him?” asked the Penguin. “You’re saying you figured out he was removed from history altogether?”

“Not yet, or I wouldn’t remember him. There’s something keeping him from being forgotten, but it’s being whittled away, and I believe the boy you have in your…care is connected.” The Penguin said nothing. “…You’re not dismissing my suggestions as utter nonsense.”

“Penguin, why wouldn’t you say anything?” asked Batman.

“Because the boy appeared during one of my experiments with time travel,” revealed the Penguin.

“Time travel? How’s that?” asked the Doctor.

“Come with me,” directed the Penguin. He led the group out of his office.


In another room, a man was working on a machine. He keyed in something on a computer, then the machine sparked. “Drat!” grumbled the man. “Young man, I need another power supply. Get one from the stores, please.” The young boy nodded silently and walked off. “…Why we’re keeping him here, I have no idea. I need stable history to work with.” The door opened. “That was quick,” remarked the man before he looked up and saw the Penguin with his guest. “Oh! Your Honor! …And Batman, I see.” The Doctor saw the man and her face darkened.

“…You know that man personally?” asked Tysar.

“During the election of 2028,” explained the Doctor, “HE masqueraded as an American politician that became one of the two main candidates for President. …Unless that hasn’t happened to you yet?”

“Hang on, you’re THAT Doctor?” asked the Penguin.

“Oh good! You know who that man really is!” said the Doctor. “Saves me the long, boring explanation for you at least.”

“DOCTOR!” snarled the man.

“Hello again, Master!” chuckled the Doctor. “So, what will happen in Batman’s future HAS already happened to you, hm?”

“What are you doing, Cobblepot?!” the Master demanded. “Bringing her here?! Do you know how dangerous she is?!”

“Never mind him, let’s talk about you,” said the Doctor. “Why are you still slumming around with American politicians, even small time ones like the Penguin? And…is that a time displacement machine?!”

“It’s a machine of Gorilla Grodd’s design called the Quake Engine, Doctor,” explained the Master. “And we need to use it to bring a boy back after a chronal surge took him.”

“Is this what you’re looking for?” asked the boy as he arrived.

“Yes, that’s it, young man!” said the Master. The Doctor then pointed her sonic screwdriver at the boy.

“…What is that?” asked Winston.

“The Sonic Screwdriver, Winston!” replied the Doctor. “A multi-tool of my design!” She checked the readings and goggled. “…Erm, young man, could you leave us for a second?” asked the Doctor. The boy looked at the Master and the Penguin.

“…You can go,” said the Master. The boy nodded and headed off. Once the door shut, the Master grinned. “Figured it out, Doctor?” he asked.

“That was him?” asked Batman. “Young Martin Luther King Jr?”

“The very same,” confirmed the Doctor. “But what’s your angle in sending him back, Master?”

“The preservation of Earth’s history, naturally,” replied the Master. “Even I can venerate Dr. King. He IS the greatest Civil Rights activist Earth ever produced.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing you say something I actually agree with,” hissed the Doctor. “But you’re no scholar of civil rights!”

“I have many strengths, Doctor.”

“Why use the Quake Engine?” asked Batman.

“And how much did you tell Young Martin about our time?” asked Winston.

“One of the Quake Engine’s components,” said the Master, “was held in a vault in the Penguin’s lair and I told Young Martin nothing. I can’t exactly command Earth if one shred of its history is unstable!”

“So that’s the ultimate reason why you want the Quake Engine!” declared the Doctor. “The Grouping is making time bend away from your will!”

“…Oh no, you figured me out.” Sarcasm was thick in the Master’s voice. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a Quake Engine to fix up!”

“You could have just used your TARDIS to send him back,” remarked the Doctor.

“A brilliant idea, Doctor! Except I lost my TARDIS after my presidential campaign!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Let Freedom Ring: Part 1

In a mansion on the edge of a city, the butler was finishing up a phone call. “…I see. …Very well, Mr. Fox. Mister Wayne will contact you shortly. …Goodbye, sir.” He hung up the phone and sighed. “…To lose Lucius Fox, of all people…” his thoughts were interrupted by a bookcase sliding to the left automatically, revealing a concealed staircase. The butler’s employer walked up the stairs and into the main mansion. “Good evening, Master Bruce,” greeted the butler. “I hadn’t expected you to use that entrance until after your evening patrol.”

“I needed to use the Batcomputer to double-check that reading I needed help with,” explained the butler’s employer, Gotham’s richest man, Bruce Wayne. “Who were you talking to, Alfred?”

“To Mr. Fox. I’m sorry to report that we’ve lost him.” Bruce’s eyes widened.

“…Nothing?” he asked.

“Not a trace,” sighed Alfred sadly. “He didn’t recognize the standard quotes at all.”

“It’s getting worse!” growled Bruce.

“First Master Grayson, then Miss Kyle, now Lucius,” recalled Alfred. “How can one forget a man like Martin Luther King Jr.?”

“I’m hoping a specialist I called can shed some light,” remarked Bruce.

“A specialist, Sir?” The buzzer then rang. Alfred answered it. “Wayne Manor. How may we assist?”

“Winston Zeddemore here,” replied the person at the door. “I heard there was a theory that a ghost was involved in the good Reverend’s disappearance from national memory?” Alfred looked at Bruce in surprise.

“He’s a bit early, but we need speed, Alfred. …He knows about my night life.”

“…Come right in, Dr. Zeddemore,” bid Alfred as he pressed the button that opened the gate. He and Bruce then headed to the front door and let Winston in.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Dr. Zeddemore,” greeted Bruce as he and Winston shook hands.

“Please, just call me Winston,” replied Winston. “So, the famous Batman wants my help, huh?”


At the outermost edge of Bruce’s property, a blonde woman in strange clothes pulled out a recorder. “Personal Log entry 7Z. Earth date, seventh month, twenty-second day, two thousand twenty-seventh year. Local civilization, Gotham, United States of America. Lieutenant Tysar reporting. Yet again, I’ve been skulking around like the criminals that run rampant throughout Gotham, stealing food to survive. …I’m starting to hate hot dogs, but they’re the nearest thing I can get right now. …Sorry, it’s just…it’s been at least three Earth years since I was taken from New Davius. I…I really miss home. …No real new thing, other than a famous Earth figure disappearing from public…huh?” Tysar stopped recording as she heard a noise. It sounded like something going Vworp repeatedly, then it ended in a thud. “…Log entry addendum: I think I heard a peculiar noise that no Earth machine makes. I’m going to investigate.” Tysar packed her supplies and wandered along the edge of the property for a few yards…then she saw it. It was a blue box with windows and signs. Tysar gasped in disbelief. “…You…you haven’t-! …Have you?!” Tysar rushed to the door, then stopped, hesitating. “…Log entry addendum: I think…either the loneliness of being stranded on Earth starting the second quarter of its 21st century is getting to me…or I may be saved! …I’m looking at a vehicle of historical significance for our people! It’s a blue box that locals would call a Police Box from London in the 1960’s. Our people would know it as a vehicle that brought four people to our ancestors in the time of their greatest need on the ancestral homeworld. …If this is real, I’m going to attempt to enter it.” Tysar stopped recording and read the sign. The letters were English, but somehow they were translated into characters and words she understood so she could read that one had to pull to open the doors. She hesitated…then pushed the doors. They swung inside and Tysar gasped. “…It’s real! …I don’t believe it! The TARDIS! …It’s real! …And I can go home!” Happy tears welled up in her eyes as she stepped inside the box.


Tysar looked around the interior as it defied geometry! The inside was bigger than the outside! There was a hexagonal control console in the center with a glass cylinder in the center of the console. “…Log entry addendum!” Tysar said as she began recording again. “It’s real! The TARDIS! It’s real! …I can see a path to home, after three years of losing hope! …I’ve entered the TARDIS, but the Doctor is nowhere to be seen. …Hang on, there’s a display saying something. I’m going to read it.” The display read “Decontamination complete. Awaiting pilot recovery.” Tysar blinked. “…Pilot recovery?” she muttered. “What happened here?” The display then changed.

“Non-Gallifreyan detected. Spatio/temporal origin not of local time zone or planet.”

“…N-No, I’m not,” confirmed Tysar. “Look, what required decontamination?” The display changed.

“Pilot was infected with artificial virus of Skarosian origin. Cure has been synthesized and introduced into air supply and all traces of virus have been purged.”

“Skarosian virus?” asked Tysar in horror. “The Doctor just came from an encounter with my people’s greatest enemy?! Where-?!” The display changed.

“Proceed to Zero Room where pilot is being healed. Path will be indicated. Pilot requires reviving.” Lights then lit up on the floor.

“…Right, I’ll do what I can!” Tysar followed the lights deeper into the TARDIS and found herself outside a room. She entered the room and saw a woman with African features sleeping in mid-air! The woman wore a burgundy outfit with a rose-hemmed skirt and a headband with a large rose on the left side, but her outfit wasn’t important. “…This is your pilot?” asked Tysar. “…This is…the Doctor?” The woman then groaned.

“Oogh, Amy!” said the woman groggily. “I warned you about your hammer!” The woman’s eyes fluttered open. “…The…the Zero Room? …Oh…oh yes, Amy…and Lurra…the disease! I-!” The woman then saw Tysar. “…Am…I seeing things?” asked the woman.

“No, I can assure you that I’m real,” said Tysar. “Your ship landed on Earth and-.”

“Landed?” Memories then stirred in the woman’s mind. “…Yes…yes, I programmed the TARDIS to land when…when all traces of a disease were eliminated. I had accidentally contracted it and…wait, if the TARDIS landed and you’re here…then it worked!” The woman then floated in a fashion that put her upright. Her feet then touched the floor. “I think some introductions are in order. Who are you?”

“…Lieutenant Tysar, New Davius Scientific Survey Corps!” replied Tysar. “Current status: stranded on Earth in its 21st century! Local civilization name: Gotham!

“New Davius?” The woman’s eyes widened. “You’re a Thal! But you lot shouldn’t-! …Did an energy wave grab you from wherever you were and plop you here in…Gotham, you said? American city?”

“Erm, yes, to all those questions,” answered Tysar. “And you…?” The woman took off her glove and held her wrist out. Tysar checked the woman’s pulse…and her eyes widened. “…A double pulse!” she whispered. “…You really ARE the Doctor!”

“And I’ve been tracking those energy waves,” explained the Doctor as she put her glove back on. “They’re called chronal surges and they have a tendency to take people out of their native time and space and put them into new ones, either in the past or in the future. So…looks like I need to bring you back to New Davius.”

“I’d like that, yes,” said Tysar.

“First things first,” declared the Doctor, “let’s see if there are any chronal surges here, hm?” With that, the Doctor hurried to the console room with Tysar behind her.


While Tysar got acquainted with the Doctor, Alfred checked the grounds, having heard the TARDIS’ arrival. “I’m SURE I’ve gone senile, Sir,” remarked Alfred over the comms. “It sounded similar to when the Doctor’s vehicle vanished, but…”

“If you have the presence of mind to say you’re senile,” replied Bruce, “there’s a good chance you’re not.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, Sir.” Alfred then goggled. “…Sir, the TARDIS IS on the edge of your property.”

“See if you can make contact with-.” The doors opened and the Doctor and Tysar came out with the Doctor looking worried.

“This is impossible,” she muttered. “He can’t just vanish from time like-!” She then saw Alfred. “…Alfred Pennyworth!” she said with a smile.

“A new companion for the Doctor?” asked Alfred.

“Try again,” replied the Doctor as she presented her wrist. Alfred then felt her pulse.

“…Sir, has Superman ever said anything about Time Lords changing faces?” Alfred asked over the comms.

“He said it was a survival mechanism, according to the Kryptonian Archives,” replied Bruce. “Why? Is the Doctor different?”

“If you want further proof,” said the Doctor, “I offered you the chance to come on a trip after Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn’s disastrous mess with the Krynoid, but you said you had a vacation all lined up.”

“Master Bruce, the Doctor HAS changed her face,” confirmed Alfred. “And far be it for me to tell you what to do, but I believe she may help us and Dr. Zeddemore in this caper.”

“Dr. Zeddemore?” asked the Doctor. “Then Martin Luther King Jr’s ghost is gone as well?”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Gotham’s Growth: Part 6

Batman and Robin ran out the door to find the Krynoid, having gotten bigger, thrashing its other tendrils at them. They got closer to the Krynoid as it was ready to open its maw, then stabbed their pyro-batarangs into the Krynoid. It roared in pain, then the batarangs fired their flame jets, forcing the Krynoid to release Ivy as it thrashed in pain. Everyone then left the cottage.

“THIS WAY!” called Ivy. She led the way to a gate that led outside the botanical gardens. Batman pressed a button on his gauntlet just as the sprinkler system kicked in. The Batmobile arrived and opened all its doors.

“Come on! To the Batcave!” called Batman. Everyone jumped into the Batmobile. The doors shut and Batman hit the gas. The Batmobile sped through the streets of Gotham as Batman pressed a few buttons on the console. “Oracle, connect me to Commissioner Gordon!” he said.

“Batman?! Thank goodness you’re alright!” sighed Oracle. “We lost radio contact the instant you went into the botanical gardens! Right then, Commissioner Gordon, you said? Just a sec!” The call then went through.

“Batman?!” asked Gordon once he accepted the call. “Isn’t this too early for you to call me?!”

“The situation’s bad, Commissioner,” replied Batman. “Ivy successfully cultivated the Krynoid! It’s taking over the botanical gardens!”

“Right then, we’ll set up a perimeter and monitor the situation.”

“Negative!” replied the Doctor. “You need to evacuate everyone within a mile of the botanical gardens!”

“Doctor?” asked Gordon. “What do you mean?”

“The Krynoid has the same telepathic connection to plants as Ivy does,” explained the Doctor. “It stabbed her in the back, so we’re temporary allies for now.”

“Ah, Mother Nature can’t handle an alien plant, huh?” asked Gordon.

“I heard that!” called Ivy.

“I was kind of hoping you would!” retorted Gordon.

“Is now really the time?!” argued William.

“William’s right,” said the Doctor. “By my reckoning, Gotham has about five hours before the Krynoid reaches primary germination.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Gordon.

“It’s gonna spread its seeds and make baby Krynoids,” explained Harley. Everyone looked at her, except Ivy. “…What?! I’m dating a plant lady! Don’t you think I’d learn some plant stuff?!”

“For once, Commissioner,” sighed Ivy, “I’m helping Batman make some weedkiller.”

“Meanwhile, Commissioner, you need to evacuate everyone within a mile of the botanical gardens,” said Batman. “Don’t take no for an answer, not even from the mayor.”

“Hold on, you’re asking me to boss the mayor around for his safety?” asked Gordon. He then chuckled. “Oh, my birthday came early! All right, Batman. Be safe. Gordon out.” The call ended just as the Batmobile entered the Batcave. Everyone jumped out and the Doctor led the way to the TARDIS.

“…Under normal circumstances,” purred Catwoman, “that would be nice and snug.”

“Not as snug as you think, Catwoman,” replied the Doctor. “Ivy, Batman, inside.”

“We can’t all fit in there!” protested Ivy.

“Oh yes, we can,” countered Batman as he and the Doctor pulled Ivy inside.

“WHAT THE-?!” yelped Ivy. The doors shut, leaving William, Catwoman, Robin, and Harley in the cave.

“…What are we gonna do to put the weedkiller in the Krynoid?” asked Harley.

“Ah, I had no idea we were entertaining a criminal and the woman beguiling Batman,” remarked a certain butler’s voice. Alfred had arrived.

“Hey, Alfie!” called Harley. “How’s the ol’ butler life?”

“I’ve asked you numerous times to refrain from calling that, Dr. Quinzel,” remarked Alfred. “Where, pray tell, is Batman?”

“In the TARDIS,” replied Robin. “He, the Doctor, and Poison Ivy are making an herbicide for the Krynoid.”

“…I’m rather surprised to hear that Dr. Isley, of all people, wishes to destroy a plant. I presume it betrayed her once it reached the adult stage?”

“You’re right on the money, Alfred,” confirmed William.

“How long have we got?”

“About five hours, according to the Doctor.”

“I see,” muttered Alfred grimly.


The Doctor administered what she and her team synthesized onto a slide with a Krynoid tissue sample. She then looked at the slide through a microscope. “…Aha!” she said. “Take a look.” Ivy looked into the microscope.

“…The cell walls are breaking down and spilling chloroplasts,” she said.

“With them outside the cells,” remarked Batman, “the plant would starve. And without the cell walls…”

“Vegetable soup,” summarized the Doctor. “But we’ll need to deploy a large amount of this stuff.”

“Batman, would the Batplane work?” asked Ivy.

“If the missile it’s carrying has a big enough payload,” replied Batman.

“We’ve only got four hours left,” said the Doctor. “You prep the Batplane, I’ll synthesize more.”


Making enough of the herbicide took three hours. The Doctor and William loaded the herbicide into a missile, then Batman and Robin loaded the missile onto the Batplane. Batman began the launch sequence as every cleared out of the launchpad. The Batplane then roared to life and flew out of the cave.


The Krynoid had gotten big enough to break through the upper windows of the botanical gardens. That was just what Batman needed for a sighting run. The Batplane’s computer then beeped. “Batman to Batcave, target locked,” he said.

“You’ve only got one shot, Batman!” reminded the Doctor. “It’s sure to defend itself!”

“I know the risks,” said Batman. Just then, giant trees grew. Batman dodged and aimed at the Krynoid. The computer beeped again, then Batman fired! The missile flew towards the Krynoid and struck true! More trees grew in retaliation, swinging their branches at the Batplane…then the Krynoid stumbled!

“…Weakness!” it cried. “WEAKNESS!” One of its tendrils then fell off!

“It’s working, Doctor!” called Batman. More of the Krynoid’s tendrils fell as the trees shriveled and died.

“Batman, Commissioner Gordon on the line for you!” called Oracle.

“Put him through!” replied Batman.

“Batman, what the hell was in that missile?!” called Gordon. “That monster’s coming apart at the seams!”

“Commissioner, I suggest you pull your men back!” replied Batman. “Because there’s going to be a terrible mess!”


On the ground, Gordon wasted no time. “You heard the man! Evacuate! Go! Go! Go!” He and his forces ran from the gardens as the Krynoid crashed all around them. The fall generated a lot of dust that obscured the whole thing. Everyone waited until the dust settled. Once it did, all that remained of the botanical gardens was a pool of green sludge and the smell of overcooked vegetables.


There were all sorts of press conferences from the mayor all the way down to Gordon telling the public about the events. In those conferences, they explained that the perpetrators, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, were arrested and thrown into Arkham. As Bruce, Damian, Catwoman now in her civilian identity of Selina Kyle, and Alfred were watching the conferences. “What rubbish!” grumbled Alfred. “Telling the public about alien plants! They’re quite clearly not ready!”

“I dunno,” remarked Bruce, “they already know about Superman and where he came from. …Speaking of aliens, Doctor, do you think we’ll see the Krynoid again?” The Doctor and William were idly standing by, enjoying tea.

“Mr. Wayne,” replied the Doctor, “I’ve gotten into contact with the Galactic Floral Society and Krynoids are still a tough subject to study. A lot of researchers still go missing.”

“Still, that herbicide should be given to the Justice League,” said William. “Maybe Superman’s fortress has something in its libraries about Krynoids.”

“I wouldn’t put it past Clark to have an entry on Krynoids,” muttered Selina.

“In any event, we have to go,” said the Doctor as she finished her tea.

“Already, Miss Doctor?” asked Alfred.

“Time waits for no Time Lord,” replied the Doctor. “William, how would you feel about taking a trip to Florana?”

“…Animal, vegetable, or mineral?” asked William.

“A planet-wide beach paradise,” explained the Doctor. “The bubbles in the sea are effervescent! You can’t sink in it, no matter how far out you are!”

“Fun in the sun, huh?” mused William. “…I could do with that! The plants there aren’t carnivorous, are they?”

“Nope! Strictly autotrophs!”

“Then what are we waiting for?!”

“Bruce? Any of your family want to come with us?”

“…I think I’m good,” replied Bruce.

“Same here,” agreed Selina. “I’ll keep to Earth, thank you.”

“And I’d rather not get lost in your TARDIS again,” supplied Damian.

“Alfred?” asked William.

“…I’d be delighted,” replied Alfred, “but, unfortunately, I already have a holiday booked. I’m aware your vehicle is time-travel capable, but I’d rather not run the risk.”

“All right then. Just thought we’d ask,” replied the Doctor. “Come along, William!”


The Doctor and William had changed for their new destination. “My first new planet!” said William as he packed the sunscreen.

“You’ll love Florana!” replied the Doctor as she checked her new swimsuit in the mirror. “Air like a magic potion! I feel centuries younger after a good holiday there!”

“Centuries?” asked William. “You Time Lords live that long?”

“Millenia, if we’re lucky!” The time rotor then stopped as the TARDIS made that familiar thud that indicated an arrival. “AHA! We’ve landed!” The Doctor dashed to the door! “Now, let’s-!” No sooner did she open the door than wind threw snow and cold air into the TARDIS. “GOOD GRIEF!” That was too cold, even for a Time Lord! She shut the door immediately.

“That didn’t sound like fun in the sun,” snarked William as the Doctor checked the console.

“That doesn’t make sense,” she muttered. “I know I set the controls for Florana! …Oh…Oh, very funny, dear!”

“Doctor?”

“The TARDIS brought us to Telos, an ice world. It’s her idea of being funny.”

“Oh, ha ha!” William said to the TARDIS console. It just beeped as if it were laughing.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Gotham’s Growth: Part 5

The Krynoid threw Harley through the one-way mirror, right into the hallway where the Doctor and her group were trying to get away from a snarling Elizabeth. “Harley!” called Batman. Harley picked herself up and pointed into the observation ward.

“That thing in there! Ophelia!” she said.

“Ophelia! Ophelia!” replied the Doctor angrily. “That’s not Ophelia anymore! That’s a monster!” Speaking of the former human, the Krynoid lumbered through the broken window. It then used Elizabeth to attack! The Doctor, her group, and Harley kept dodging the blows from Elizabeth and the Krynoid.

“Harley, where’s the incinerator?!” demanded William.

“There isn’t one!” replied Harley. “The fire risk was too great!”

“We have to find Ivy!” urged Batman. “Where is she?!”

“In the throne room!” revealed Harley. “Talking to Councilman Hartmann and Selina!”

“Catwoman’s here?!” yelped Robin.

“Come on!” called Harley. She led everyone through a door. They shut it behind them and barricaded it before resuming their run to the throne room.


“Dr. Isley,” said a portly man as he paced the throne room, “you promised that my ecological plan would come to fruition! Catwoman here told me about what you’ve done with Dr. Henderson! What do you intend to do, make us all plant men?!”

“Councilman Hartmann, wouldn’t it be better?” asked Ivy. “We’d produce our own food. No need for the pollution of factory farming. No need for fakey foods with additives. All we’d need is water and sunlight.”

“Pamela, using an alien plant,” argued a woman in a full bodysuit themed after a cat, the infamous Catwoman, “can’t possibly be a good idea! What would the Green say?”

“The Green will come around to-!” Ivy was interrupted when Harley brought the heroes into the throne room. “Harley, what are you doing?!”

“And now that winged nut’s involved!” complained Hartmann.

“Councilman,” assured Batman, “I’m trying to undo Ivy’s mistake!”

“I’ve made no-!” argued Ivy.

“You did!” replied Harley. “Ophelia’s not Ophelia anymore! She’s an it! A monster! It’s got control over Elizabeth! The ropes couldn’t hold it!”

“You mean that horror’s roaming around here?!” asked Hartmann.

“It could take over all plant life at any minute!” warned the Doctor. “Councilman, we must get out of here!”

“Relax, all of you,” assured Ivy. “It’s a plant. I can commune with it.” She placed her fingers on her temples and shut her eyes, just for dramatic effect as she tried to talk to the Krynoid.

“Ivy, it’s an alien intelligence!” the Doctor retorted. “You won’t be able to-!” Ivy then clutched her head in pain and cried out.

“PAMELA!” yelped Harley. The Doctor put her own fingers on Ivy’s temples and concentrated hard. Ivy then collapsed to the floor, panting heavily, along with the Doctor.

“Doctor!” called William as he rushed to help her. She accepted the help and was pulled back to her feet while Harley helped Ivy.

“…A grotesque parody of a plant!” panted Ivy. “That’s what the Krynoid called me! It lied to me! I nurtured it and it spits in my-!”

“Poison Ivy,” interrupted the Doctor, “the Krynoid is dangerous, lethal! It will lie to achieve its goals of killing all animal life! …Thankfully, I blocked your connection to it, but you’ll need to wrestle its control over plants to keep us alive.”

“This is insane!” protested Hartmann as he headed to the door.

“Councilman, where are you going?!” called Batman.

“To get help!” replied Hartmann.

“Hartmann, we’re in the Botanical Gardens!” argued Ivy. “That thing can control plants like I can! We need to-!”

“YOU need to keep the crazy down, lady!” interrupted Hartmann. “This has gone too far!”

“Listen to her! You won’t make it to any gate!” urged Batman. Hartmann then pulled out a gun.

“We’ll see!” he said before leaving the throne room.

“Hartmann!” called the Doctor. “HARTMANN, STOP!” She then growled. “Typical, gun-obsessed-! Why aren’t all Americans like William here?!

“Come on, we’d better stop him!” called Ivy.

“You made that monster!” argued Robin. “Why should we-!”

“Because I finally admit that you people are right!” interrupted Ivy. “And we all have to work together to kill that weed!”

“We have to find Hartmann quickly!” urged the Doctor. Everyone then rushed out of the throne room.


Hartmann ran through the maze that was the botanical gardens. “Dammit, all the plants look the same!” he complained. He rounded a corner and gasped! In front of him was a seven and a half foot tall mass of green that was moving towards him! Ivy’s plants at least had some recognizable features, this one didn’t! Its anatomy was undefined with no discernable front or back. It was bulky and covered in tendrils and vines, some of which ended in Venus Flytrap mouths. It lumbered towards Hartmann. “Whatever you are, stop or I fire!” warned the Councilman. The new plant paid him no heed and continued shuffling towards him! Hartmann fired, but the bullets simply bounced off the plant! Hartmann stumbled backwards and tripped over some root! One of the plant’s tendrils then grabbed him and dragged him into a maw! He screamed, attracting the attention of the Doctor and her group. They rounded the corner to see the plant chomping down on the Councilman!

“That’s an adult Krynoid?!” yelped William. Batman wasted no time! He threw a particularly sharp batarang at the Krynoid. It buried itself into the plant, causing it to roar in pain.

“THIS WAY!” called Ivy. The group ran with an angry Krynoid running after them a few seconds after getting the batarang out.


Ivy led everyone into a small cottage at the edge of the botanical gardens. Charlotte and Adelaide were in there. “Mistress!” called Adelaide.

“Mistress, are you all right?!” asked Charlotte. “We lost contact with Elizabeth and-!” She then spotted Batman. “What are you doing here?! I thought you’d be compost by now!”

“Charlotte, was it?” interjected the Doctor. “With that Krynoid outside, we’ll ALL be compost. …How are you not-?”

“Emergency procedures I taught them,” replied Ivy. “If telepathic communication is compromised, like an alien intelligence taking over, all sentient plants have to silence the hive.”

“What about Elizabeth?!” asked Adelaide worriedly.

“We’ll save her,” promised the Doctor. “But we have a weed that-!” Speaking of the alien weed, one of the Krynoid’s tendrils burst through the cottage window and thrashed around, looking for prey! Robin drew his sword and stabbed outside where the tendril connected with the plant. The Krynoid roared in pain again. The Doctor then called out to the Krynoid. “You don’t scare us, Ophelia!” she called. “If you’re in there!”

“The human host, once known as Ophelia,” came a distorted version of Ophelia’s voice, “is now part of us. You may try and escape, but you cannot stop us, Doctor.”

“It’s the Krynoid!” realized Catwoman.

“Hear this; humans and false plant,” said the Krynoid, “surrender the Doctor, Batman, and Poison Ivy to us. Your lives will be spared. You have until daybreak.” The rattling of the Krynoid unnerved everyone.

“…Heck of a Valentine’s day, huh Ives?” muttered Harley.

“Doctor, how big will that thing get?” asked William.

“Oh, ranging from St. Paul’s Cathedral to the Burj Kalifa,” replied the Doctor.

“…Ivy can stay,” muttered Adelaide, “but Batman and the Doctor…”

“…I quite agree, sister!” said Charlotte.

“No one’s throwing anyone to the Krynoid!” argued Ivy.

“Why not?!” countered Charlotte. “If it wants those two-!”

“It asked for all three! Even then, I doubt it would make any difference!” interrupted Ivy. “It’s going to kill all animals and corrupt you and your sisters, so why spare us unless it wants sport?!”

“She’s right,” mused the Doctor. “By daybreak, the Krynoid will be big enough to turn this cottage into rubble.”

“Well, we can’t stay here!” protested Harley. “We gotta get out of here! There ain’t no stuff to make Krynoid-killer here!”

“…Not here, no,” replied Batman. “But the Batcave has a blue box that can.”

“The TARDIS laboratory!” realized William.

“And we still have that Krynoid tissue sample there!” recalled the Doctor.

“A tissue sample from a Krynoid consuming its host!” argued Robin.

“The DNA is still the same,” replied the Doctor. “Ivy, is there a back way out?”

“No,” answered Ivy. “I made this cottage into a bunker.”

“We’re going to need some sort of distraction at daybreak,” muttered the Doctor.

“…Would a pyro-batarang suffice?” asked Batman.

“…You’ve got a batarang that can generate fire?” asked the Doctor.

“Two, actually.”

“Two might actually be enough.”

“Ivy, just so I know, when will the fire suppression system kick in?” asked Batman.

“About a minute,” replied Ivy.

“Then some plants will be scorched,” muttered the Doctor.

“…Really wish you didn’t say that.”


Daybreak arrived and everyone prepared to escape. Batman and Robin opened the cottage’s upstairs window to better aim at the Krynoid. “…Doctor, we’ve got a problem,” Batman called downstairs.

“What is it?” asked the Doctor.

“The Krynoid’s gone.”

“WHAT?!” The Doctor charged upstairs to see that Batman was right. “…Where could it have lumbered off to?!” she hissed. That was when they heard a scream! Everyone rushed downstairs to see Ivy being pulled through the window by the Krynoid’s tendril as Harley, William, and Catwoman were trying to free her!