Those Blasted Steampunks!

[Audrey]

(Plot Explanation here: www.teen-titans-go-guild.proboards.com/thread/1656/steam-titans?page=1&scrollTo=9338)

"Now... I don't exactly do much touring of Jump City's landmarks, but I'm pretty sure that hasn't ever been here before... Interesting," Cheshire said to herself as she stood dumbfounded on the roof of a Svenson's Deli. Several blocks ahead of her was a 50-foot tall Victorian-style clock tower in the very dead center of Jump City. Down below on the streets, civilians of the city also looked on in bewilderment at this strange building that had taken up the space formerly occupied by the central park, causing a nightmare for the local enforcement. Spying from up above, it seemed the local police force had been making attempts to communicate to the inhabitants of this tower in an attempt to get them to land, but they were either being ignored or couldn't be heard as the tower remained in the middle of town undaunted. The lack of a ground level entrance certainly was not helping.

Jade often didn't care for matters like strange things showing up out of nowhere. Things are things. However, what bothered Cheshire about this was it was a building which meant people were probably inside. ECCENTRIC people given you'd have to be rather eccentric to use a construct like that thing; and unfortunately it nearly all cases, eccentric people suddenly showing up meant superheroes or even worse, supervillains. To be entirely honest, villains really did bother Jade more than heroes. She only tended to side with them more because heroes had that annoying, 'throw them in jail until they break out' policy instead of just eradicating the problem which kind of made the point of teaming up with them null. She always betrayed her teams though, so she supposed the heroes were lucky in that regard.

Jade began to ponder how she was going to get in the tower and figure out the deal was with these rather intrusive visitors to Jump City. There really seemed to be no obvious entrances to the thing. Well, there were two panels on an elevated platform near the bottom, but they looked sealed by some sort of device. She'd go there if she had to, but this place had to have an unlocked upper entrance of some kind. As she looked it over, she caught her opening. Much like other Victorian clock towers, there was door on the six of the clock face for repair work. It would be tough, but by no means impossible.

Cheshire hopped rooftops at her blazing speed until she was on the highest adjacent building to the tower. About halfway up. Not a bad boost. She also noticed the peculiar shape of the tower from here. The very top of it was... very long and extended out beyond the shaft of it, which... didn't seem to make any architectural sense. It reminded her of another building, but she couldn't place which one off the top of her head. What was great about Victorian building styles was there were footholds EVERYWHERE on these things. It's really no wonder the League of Assassins managed to murder so many people during that period, you could practically walk on walls if you were strong.

With an astounding leap, Cheshire mounted the tower and began the ascent upwards. While it was easy to find footholds, anyone who told you vertical ascent was easy is an outright liar. By the time she had reached the upper level of the clock, Jade was exhausted. She took the opportunity of a large ledge near the top to take a rest for a little while. As she was sitting there, she decided to dwell on the odd things she noticed now up close with the tower. It was definitely Victorian-styled but there were modifications that reflected more recent technological discoveries. She had thought for a second that this was probably the doing of Mad Mod for a little given his little love affair with Big Ben, but she soon realized that despite the modern additions, all the mechanical and additions were formed with Victorian methods. Like it was made in some modern world that never discovered diesel and electricity.

Finding herself, satisfactorily rested, Cheshire turned her sights onto the clockface. She gave a look at the second hand that was regularly spanning the face and deemed it rigid enough for her to catch a ride on. As it passed by her side, she took her chance and hopped onto the giant rod and quickly pulled herself into a comfortably position and rode the hand to the six of the clock where a small ledge was waiting. Casually stepping off, she proceeded to open the door to six on the clock like it was the front door.

As she stepped inside, she was rather surprised to see the inner contents. Apart from the mechanism to run each side of the clock face, there was... a living space in the tower. There was a large collection of gaudy old looking sofas facing towards a white panel on the wall that seemed to be for projecting things onto from the hand-powered projector at the other side of the room. Aside from the ancient entertainment system, there seemed to be various Victorian living things like mirrors, old cabinets, and discarded clothing all over the place. "Did I say eccentric? I think I meant to say insane," Cheshire said to herself as she picked up a top hat with brass goggles wrapped around the brim and looked it over. It seemed new, but with the quality of the old days. How bizarre.
"Freeze imposter," a voice came from behind Cheshire.
"Not really sure why imposter seems to be the operative word here, but I can certainly oblige the request," Cheshire responded, putting her hands up as she felt three prongs touch her back. After a pause, she spun in motion, grabbing her assailants wrist and attempting to slash their face only to meet her blades with identical blades also trying to slash her face. She looked at her assailant and felt her heart stop for a second. She was looking at herself with a slightly different mask and a red floral style kimono as opposed to her green style. "Of all the things I was expecting here, this was not one of them, I'm going to be entirely honest here."
"Who exactly are you? Clayface? That better not be you playing tricks Duela," her doppelganger asked angrily.
"I'm Cheshire Cat. I'm rather curious who you are,"
"Cheshire... why do you know that name? I haven't gone by that in years. Not since I joined the Titans and changed my hero name to Lynx,"
"Titans? If you are from the future, I'm afraid I will have to put you out of your misery if you did something as stupid as join the Titans,"
"Future? What in the world are you babbling about?"
"I suggest taking a look outside. I promise I won't play dirty,"

There was a pause before the other Cheshire relinquished her weapon. "I'm trusting you. Don't make me regret it," she warned.
"Right back at you," Cheshire responded, relinquishing her own weapon. Keeping one eye on Cheshire, the other Cheshire looked out the mechanic door Cheshire had come in from.
"Oh Queens of the Nile... We are not in Gear City anymore," she said with a tone of despair.
"Welcome to Jump City. Year 2013 going on 2014," Cheshire welcomed sarcastically.
"I'm well aware what year it is thank you," the double chastised as she looked on in wonder. "Where is Jump City? Somewhere in Europe? France perhaps? Only the french would pollute the air like this."
"California coast," Cheshire corrected.
"Very funny," Lynx sighed only to look at Cheshire and realize her intention. "Oh no... You're serious. That can only mean... we're in an entirely different dimension."
"Bingo."

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As far as Cat was aware, at least in Japan, random versions of Big Ben did not show up out of thin air, and nor did said giant clocks cause GIGANTIC rips in the fabric of space and several dimensions. Catastor frown as she stood on a building looking at the thing trying to figure it out what to do. She had just watched the green blur scale her way into the the tower through an open window, so there wasn't a weird force field thing so that was something else. She watched the clock a few minutes frowning.

The second hand paused at ten seconds after and thirty four seconds after the hour. The numbers running across her line of sight weren't making any sense, but then this entire thing didn't make any sense; thing this big didn't cross. Sure Catastor could cross over and back through the 11th and kept stuff there, but the 11th wasn't really a true dimension per say. It was more like a half like 1.11. She could get really really close to crossing over but she never broke though the barrier. Sure she knew the math to get over, but it took way to much energy to do that and to move something as big as this clock tower, well that was a whole another level. To look at the age of the tower, it had to have come from one of the farther branching timeline.

Catastor shoved the train of thought of the way, this was getting way to confusing, right now there was a clock tower in the middle of down town and she only had a limited time to learn anything about it, the Heroes were no doubt going to be on their way soon.

Surprising teleporting through space that had just had a hole punched through it was a lot more painful than she would have expected. Twice she had missed and almost fallen. Third try she ended up the same ledge that that the green blur had made it to. The six opened easy enough, what was inside made her Cat's eyes widen, taking in all the technology. Her powers quickly telling her how this was all working, no electric and no gas, Victorian style, modern technology. She felt like bashing her head in right now. They were from a really far branching timeline, like really really far, she didn't want to think about how many levels of math they had broke getting here.

The master thief walked through the tower taking it all in, amazed, while cursing them to seven hells for making her life difficult. She paused seeing the green blur when a girl in red up ahead. They both...wore masks. Catastor glared, before 'popping' feeling something behind her, she appeared again (in the wrong spot). She found herself staring at a girl with green hair and wicked strange Victorian style costume. Her face was painted all white with a haphazard clown smile painted on. She had a cane in her hand and the end of it was occupying the air space her head had been.

[Silv]

"Holy duplications, Batman!"

A boy with dark hair and wide eyes stopped abruptly in the doorway, the box he'd been carrying tumbling from his fingers and dropping to the ground with a dull thud. Maps rolled out, and a compass joined them as the boy stared anxiously first from one masked woman to the other. He was wearing a bright green tunic that seemed to split into pants of the same color with an obnoxious red vest over it. There was a yellow R sewn across the left breast of the vest that also matched the black and yellow stockings that extended to his knees. The only things remotely sensible about the entire ensemble were the mask and the boots. He looked like he had absolutely no sense of fashion, and anyone who got to know him would realize this was entirely true.

"Lynx-Jynx you never told us you had a twin sister!" the boy proclaimed. "Did you let Duella know you were going to let her into the tower because- Holy guest invasion!" his attention split to look at his leader when he heard a noise in the hall behind him before his face fell into a slight pout because he hadn't gotten to invite any of his friends. It was then that he realized that Duella was threatening said guest and that she was probably not a guest and he should go over to help.

"Who are you?" the boy asked with a scowl that was very similar to the Robin of this universe. "And when did you find the time to get into our clock?"


"Titans! Trouble!"

Robin was studying the main monitor of Titan's tower with a frown on his face. They were getting in strange reports across the city that a tower had just sort of…appeared in the middle of the park. It was certainly something worth investigating. Who knew if they were hostile or not? He turned his attention to the Titan's near him and gave a curt not before shouting the customary battle cry.

"Titans Go!"

Down the stairs our universes Boy Wonder dashed, stopping in the garage just long enough to jump onto his bike and zoom out of the Tower. He knew this city like the back of his hand. It didn't take him long to make it to the sight of the tower anomaly. The boy parked his bike and tipped his head back, his jaw dropping slightly as he stared up at the thing. It made him think Mad Mod instantly, however, it also lacked the flair and the hypo screens. Of course, those could still be in the works. He waited for the rest of his team to catch up with him and studied the tower trying to devise a battle plan.

[Elenaphant]

It was quite something to see a young lady in her drawers, prancing about in public spaces outside her bedroom, let alone kneeling before a man, intimately touching his misshapen stump. They made quite the pair: the dark skinned invalid and the immodest female with unearthly hue. He groaned uncomfortably as she unscrewed the automail from a screw projecting from his knee. She lathed a home-made remedy from their stock, spreading the thick, smelling gunk on the skin rubbed raw and irritated by the metals, despite the additions made for comfort. The part that was removed was an engineering marvel, with countless cogs and automated services that would take over his actions where his body could not. The limbs were heavy, so mere removal took muscle that not many on the team could handle so deftly. She tried to massage circulation back to the amputated leg, noticing his pain and frowning sympathetically. 

"For such times I wish magic hands," she lamented. 

"You do have magic hands," he teased her through a pained grin, then sucked in a breath as she worked off the other leg. She repeated the same procedure, not looking reassured. "Thank you, Kory." 

"I shall fetch you some water while the ointment seeps in." She rose to her feet, wiping her hands on a rag and throwing it down as she floated toward the common room. As the doors slid open with the pull of a lever, the word guests flew out of her leader's lips and she tensed. She had no been informed there were any, so with an intake of breath slipped in a streak of green light behind the kitchen counter. She was ducked beneath it, only the top of her abundant red curls seen. 

"I was not informed," she said sheepishly, not out of embarrassment for her state. No, she was not ashamed to be in chemise and drawers--the most immodest clothing imaginable--but because she knew how it would reflect on the Titans if someone in society saw. She'd be labelled unclean and she'd be pinned as the cause of internal corruption. That, and she was lacking a mask and paint. While mysticism was a hobby, it still came with much controversy, and to begin to explain aliens--well, that was not something Kory felt ready for. 

On the other side of time, Starfire gazed at the clock in wonder, floating at its height. Cyborg stood on the bottom, looking up with a raise of his brown. "Weeell then. Mad Mod must be up to something, summoning a clock tower that's not Big Ben. Guess the Brits didn't let him get a hold of it so he made do with... this?" 

[Audrey]

"Should've figured he'd be a Titan no matter what universe he's from," Cheshire laughed as the considerably more... campy Robin walked into the room.
"Wait, are you saying there are Titans in this universe as well?" Lynx pursued Cheshire as she threw herself onto one of the sofas due to just being absolutely done with this situation.
"If you really all would stop arsing around for 5 bleeding seconds, I could perhaps shed some light on the situation," the green-haired lass interrupted everything. Then who Cheshire could only recognize as this universe's Starfire came floating in and jumped behind the kitchen counter like she was in a war bunker dodging a grenade. The top-hatted leader proceeded to put on a look of frustration pinching the bridge of her nose. "Titans, I regret to inform you that we seemed to have gotten ourselves into a rather large pickle. In an attempt to locate the Secret Six that have consistently eluded us, I attempted to take advantage of device purported to transport you to what you desire most. Not only does it seem it did not transport me to the Secret Six, it seems to have taken the entire tower to wherever it decided to drop us, which seems to be an alternative universe," their leader sighed. Cheshire took the moment to cackle at the Alternate Titans misfortune.

"Or perhaps... It only messed up on one point," Lynx interjected as she looked out the clock face on the other side of the tower.
"Come again Lynx?" Duela questioned. Wordlessly, she pointed out a fierce looking zeppelin floating in the sky some miles away from the tower. Much like the tower, the zeppelin seemed to made up of Victorian based technology. The exact size was difficulty to tell, but one could easily tell the zeppelin's carriage seem to be a plain old ship suspended to the balloon portion. "By Boil's Law, it actually worked."
"And I thought you guys were tacky living inside of a clock tower," Cheshire added in a derogatory tone.
"Titans, prepare for the fight of your lives. We've got the Secret Six in our sight," Duela ordered rushing for the command center in the middle of the sofas.
"What... exactly do we do with alternate me and the intruder?" Lynx questioned looking confusedly at Cheshire.
"If they want to help take down the Secret Six, then by all means they can, but otherwise kick them out,"
"Why not? I'll get to see how good I am as a good guy,"
"What was that?"
"Nothing, let's kick some butt,"

Meanwhile, onboard the flying zeppelin, a rather fearsome looking man stood upon the bow of the ship, glaring at the clocktower far ahead of them. On his back were a pair of large bronze mechanical wings, his eyes covered by an owl-styled cowl leaving only the grizzled facial hair on his chin visible. On his body he wore a tattered and burned trench coat suit, his ascot and coat tails billowing in the wind. He was known as The MysTick. A master of mechanical "magic" and the ruthless leader of the evil Secret Six. "It seems the Titans have brought the fight to us my children. I would advise you to prepare yourselves. We are in unfamiliar land, and no doubt the Titans will find allies here. We are outnumbered, but by no means outgunned. Do not let me down," he spoke proudly, turning to the crew of his ship letting his loud, intimidating voice to easily make his words heard over the rushing wind around them. His form was strong and proud and even the strongest man in the world would feel a tinge of cowardice facing the man.

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Catastor frowned, there were too many people talking to keep track of at once, she caught snippets of each conversation, till the girl with the green hair stopped them all. That was certainly an interesting development, they had been chasing another group, and ended up here. And according to her device it was supposed to take her to them, which begged the question did the device work and the Six beat them here or did something mess up.

When the girl in red pointed out the window, Cat looked at where she was pointing, well it seems like it was theory one, or perhaps maybe the device dragged had picked them both up and dropped them here, not that it really mattered at the moment. Then things went to a blur, as the green haired girl that had tried to take her head off took off out of the room.

Catastor frowned, something had been said, and so therefore she was out of loop. Dang it, she hated telling people, but someone was going to have to know so she could understand, this was getting to hard to deal with. Cat swallowed. "Boy Wonder! Come here and look at me and tell me what going on. I didn't catch most of that." She paused a moment and sighed before pointing at her right ear. "Deaf."

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As the hearing-impaired girl-villain called the campy boy-detective to her aid, a short asian youth walked into the building, licking an ice pop while the melted remains of the exploded lock fell to the floor. He looked around in wonder at the masonry-work, hoping it was really some kind of teletransportation accident and dreading the possibility of it being a villain's lair, one built so fast it could only be evidence of Schott or Toyboy's work (or worse, both cooperating). He approached what he remembered from "borrowed" blueprints to be the titans' living room, keeping his pace at a slight jog, a good bit of his concentration apparently taken on the job of not letting the frozen delicacy melt over his fist.

His spiders scanned the surroundings, feeding him data on the construction, appeasing his fears of a confrontation with people he wasn't in a hurry to see again. The place seemed to run on a bizarre combination of clockwork, steam engines and electricity, making for a web of steam gauges and self-turning wind-up keys. Some of the readings indicated that the machines keeping the place going weren't generating more heat than energy, and that even with the great heat produced and the even greater cooling-systems it had to keep going, the mechanism was generating enough energy to sustain itself perpetually. That couldn't be right, he'd need to tune-up his spiders' sensor scheme after this.

Finishing his musings for the time being, he stepped through the door he correctly expected to find at the end of his long, stair-full trek; and directly into the ongoing discussion. He wondered who these people were, and then froze as he recognized the boy-wonder. He needed to make a good impression, and fast. That was until he noticed Cheshire and Lynx...

"Whoa, twins. Hot twins. That's like, lucky squared. What do I have to say to get both your numbers without dying a painful death?"



At the same time, floating miles away from the newest towering version of the 20th letter of the alphabet, the same asian boy rested his cheek on his fist and his buttocks on a stubby robot's cockpit seat, listening to his "boss"'s speech while half-awake. This was boring, incredibly so, and he was prepared to let the boss have a piece of his mind when his robot picked up a strange signal on its two-way antenna, one different from his army of scorpions' but familiar nonetheless. After he willed the five foot tall clock-faced exo-suit to move to the edge of the airship's main-deck, he saw in the distance a giant yellow rocket with a toothy grin painted on. At the same moment, a deranged giggle escaped his new, tight grin, looking as if inspired by the spaceplane's, his fists clenching in anticipation.

This wasn't going to be as boring as he'd first thought.

[Silv]

"Holy universe in a bucket, Batman!" the boy breathed, his masked eyes wide as his leader began to explain what was going on. It made perfect sense when you didn't think about it too hard, but then, most things did. He was being beckoned over by one of the guests and he jauntily moved over to her, shooting a smile in Starfire's direction as he did so. He came to a stop, nodding in understanding when the girl explained she was deaf and couldn't follow the line of conversation.

The boy took a deep breath before launching into the explanation. "We're from an alternate dimension from yours where things are different. Holy fashion understatement!" he gestured to what she was wearing, because he'd never seen clothing in that style before. "We're the Teen Titans. We're the good guys. I'd make a pun about how we uphold the law and all, but I was told to give those arrest," the boy flashed a campy smile.

"We came to your dimension using a device that's said to transport you wherever you desire most, but I guess the device didn't get the memo because we ended up in America. Anyway, we've been tracking these bad guys, the secret six. Have I got a secret, or six, to tell you! We dragged them with us to your dimension. Which means our device worked. But now we're trapped with them in your world and we're going to make them the prison six if our skills work as well as our dimension hopping device. You can help us, if you'd like, but if you can't I'd suggest you stay out of the way. This sort of stuff can get pretty dangerous for-"

"HOLY INTRUDERS!" the boy had seen Toyman and with narrowed masked eyes raced across the common space to attack. "The secret six has infiltrated our secret base!" not that it was actually much of a secret with it being a giant clocktower and all. With all the same skill and power of this universes Robin the little acrobat flipped over one of the chaise lounges and aimed a kick straight for the Asian invader who happened to look unfortunately similar to one of their greatest enemies.

He took his leader's orders very literally seriously.



This universes' Robin narrowed his masked eyes as he glanced around. "Possibly," the Titan leader replied. "It seems very low key for Mad Mod. Not his MO at all." They were still outside, under the giant tower, he radioed Starfire. "See anything?"

[Elenaphant]

Cyborg couldn't see any sign of a door. They had to have something, unless they were dealing with people who solely flew or had some ability to phase through solid wall (which didn't seem to go with their whole Victorian set up). He used the scanner in his eye. Aha! He found it. There was a different density and material to the door than the surrounding structure, which he picked up on fairly quickly. However, it was locked, and he didn't exactly know how to pick em. He had more than enough fire-power to blast on through anyway, but breaking and entering seemed like such a bad guy thing. "So if it's not Mad Mod, then we really don't know who is in this thing." The only villain who he could imagine fit this kind of MO was the crazy British dude, and he couldn't think of anyone else they've faced that could come close. 

"I found the door, but it's got a primitive lock mechanism and I don't see a doorbell we can ring. We can break through no problem, if you're okay with that." Cyborg had turned his head to look down at Robin, waiting for an order. Their spiky-haired leader turned his attention to Starfire hovering above instead, and Cy was interested in hearing from her first.

Star was looking at the clock before her, coming in closer toward the number 6 on its large face. "I see a door up here," she replied, and was about to test the lever when she happened to look down at that moment. "Robin, there is someone--"

Even from up there, she could hear the faint sound of a blast. 

Cyborg jumped up at the sudden sound behind him, and quickly whirled around. "What the--?!" Someone beat them to the punch, as there was the previously concealed door, standing ajar from them. "HOW DID WE MISS THAT?!" What kind of ninja managed to sneak past the both of them?! "Aw heck no, we're going in." They didn't need to wait for the "Go!" because Cyborg was rushing in to catch sight of whoever gave them the slip, arming his cannon.

Starfire tested the handle, and was glad to see that it worked. She carefully floated through and peeked in. "Hello? Is someone there?"

[Audrey]

Within a couple split seconds, Lynx joined her comrade Robin in assaulting Toyman priding herself on being as quick as possible to respond to things. "I should've known it would be you of all the Secret Six to break in and act all casual about it. I must compliment your ability to blend in with the modern crowd as well. Where did you get this get up, Neil Richards? I'm about fed up with that chav dealing disguises to our enemies," she threatened, pulling at Toyman's outfit with her claws and pondering over the ridiculous looking material. As the room reached a ridiculous level of tense, suddenly another person popped in. The floating modern Starfire.

The sight made Duela bury her face and groan for a long extended period. "Is there a bloody sign on our door asking everyone to just waltz in on it? Or is this a universe where privacy and locked doors don't exist?" she sighed trying to focus on the approaching airship.
"I regret to inform you it's both things really," Cheshire chided with a smile underneath her mask.
"I... I think that's their universe's Koriand'r, look at her skin!" Lynx commented, keeping her claw trained onto Toyman whilst looking at Duela.
"But... that outfit... It's absolutely... garish," Duela replied sticking her tongue out in disgust, especially at the horrifyingly exposed mid-drift. "She looks like a pauper, not a princess."
"It's our fashion in this universe, she is one of the Titans in this universe," Cheshire sighed as she kept her claws at the ready, knowing Starfire was very much a blast first, ask questions later sort and would not hesitate at the sight of her to start blowing this place apart in pursuit. Cheshire though, out of politeness to the place she was a guest within, refused to make the first move.

"I don't give an arse really about all this, what matters to me is that the Secret Six are in our sights and they need to be taken down before they cause any damage to this universe. If anyone our universe leaves a permanent mark on this universe, we could have a spacial anomaly on our bleedin' hands and I'm sure no one wants that, so let's put our big lass panties on, stop running around like headless chickens, and do something about that nasty looking hunk of scrap floating in the sky, you got me?" Duela spoke loudly demanding everyone's attention and placing it on the airship none too far away.
"Yes ma'am," Lynx responded, her ma'am almost sounding like mom. "What should Robin and I do with the intruder?"
"Put him in the lockdown vault. He shouldn't be able to get out of there," Duela answered, gesturing to the large bank vault-like door at the back of the room.

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Onboard the airship, a blond girl of average height stood up at the command of their awe-inspiring leader and saluted. "Yes sir!" she answered enthusiastically from behind the musty orange bandana covering her mouth. She wore a white airy blouse typical of pirate garb and a polished leather corset on her waist. Strapped over both shoulders were belts that had strange blue capsules attached to them all the way down to where they turned around her waist. A scar ran across her eye socket, ending just before the eye and resuming afterwards giving way to believe that whoever put it there just missed blinding her. She wore a pair of slacks on her legs that seemed to widen towards the bottom cuffs. Hanging from various threads on the slacks were tools and weapons of all kinds from throwing stars to wrenches. The MysTick looked onto her and smiled.
"You take well after your father Brown. I look forward to seeing if you can live up to his legacy," he spoke before turning to the asian member of their crew and looking out with him. "You seem excited boy. I do hope we're happy about the same thing now or we may have a problem."

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Cat frowned when he complained about her cloths. "This coming from the boy dressed in a target red vest, green shorts and a mustard yellow capes." She let him continue. She nodded as AU-Robin explained what they were up to. Helping, it went against everything she ever was taught as a thief, she wasn't per-say a hero, but she wasn't a true villain ether. Who ever said villains were always in the wrong, had to be a idiot. Cat was about to say she'd help when Toyman walked in and was jumped on by the red cat and AU-Robin. Well in their universe it seemed that Toyman was a villain, it was kind of funny, the heroes were all getting jumped. Absently she wondered if in an other world she way lean to the side of good. Then Starfire showed up. The room was getting crowed, there were two cat masks, the green haired girl, two Starfires it looked like, a Robin, Toyman and her.

The young thief turned and looked at the green haired girl, still didn't have a name. She had a point about needing to catch the Secret Six, but the thing about a spacial anomaly wasn't necessary true. The worst that was going to happen was another infinite amount of universe was going to from this, not that they likely didn't already form. Cat wasn't going to correct her, it wasn't that big a detail, regardless they needed to catch the new gang of super villains running around.

"If I may, that Toyman is our universe's. Hero, so he's alright. He may be able to help with your universe's version of him. If not I can stick him in storage for you. I'm not worth much in a fight, but if you need a mover. I can help there. I'm getting the hang of the math that got messed up." If her universe's Starfire was here then the rest of the titans were certainly not far behind, well this was going to be fun, but firepower may not be a bad idea considering they were likely in for a large fight. "If she is here the others are likely not far behind. If you want more help with the Six, then it might be good wait and talk with them."

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Hiro's response to the kick to his face had been a resounding "OW! F***!", not expecting a beat-down from one of his idols. Then, one of the hot twins started ripping at his clothes, and he didn't know if he should've been flattered or terrified, as he was too dazed to hear anything she or the other people in the room were shouting while she kept at it.

His ice-cream was definitely ruined, as he'd seen it hit the floor. His latest project shed the layer of frozen delicacy on it, and manifested four legs at the bottom of its body, which resembled a stick. In seconds it had ran into a small crowd of spiders, which encased protectively and carried it the rest of the way into Hiro's signature backpack.

He'd been starting to lament the fact that this definitely wasn't Schott's doing, when his home's (AKA House-sized Suborbital Rocket-Plane MK I) built in security system started to blare an alarm in his ear, remotely. An unauthorized party had at least attempted to gain entry, despite of the numerous countermeasures in place.



A few minutes earlier, his counterpart had sighted the rocket. With a giggle, the dapper teen had dismissed his so-called boss's warning, and jumped off the airship, calling out something about hands-on reconnaissance.

The stubby robot suit absorbed the entirety of the impact as it landed, releasing a cloud of steam with enough pressure behind it to flatten the surrounding flora. The evil Okamura climbed out of the thing's cockpit and led the way with his cane, the clockwork beast trailing behind him. Once he had reached the machine, he began whistling into his pocket watch, and three shapes exploded from the airship's cannons almost at the same time, landing relatively nearby. The trio of spheres unfurled into mechanical scorpions, all sporting matching wind-up keys with a long barb in the middle at the tip of their tails, and all roughly the size of a big dog. They crawled their way around the terrain till they reached their master.

With a gesture, the boy made the arachnids advance towards the giant vehicle, and, after analyzing a second gesture, the scorpion in the lead stabbed its stinger into the hull and froze still, its A.I. attempting to hack into the giant monstrosity's mainframe through the surface wiring. The scorpion momentarily collapsed into pieces, its circuitry fried by the machine's countermeasures and forced to self-destruct.

This forced the evil mastermind to stop and think things through. He saw no use in underestimating his twin, and figured the smartest move would be to consider him as a foe as strong or even stronger than he was. He wasn't used to being challenged, that was for sure. Maybe it'd be fun?

For the moment, he made a third gesture, and the remaining scorpion robots engaged ranged-attack-mode, revealing twin harpoon guns. Both spears flew at the hull and pierced through it like butter, and, once they were on the other side, the scorpions pulled on the steel wire attached to the projectiles, holding the barbed tips close to the initial "wound" on the hull.

At the press of a button, Toymaster made both harpoons explode, opening a sizable entrance in the rocket's side, through which he immediately strode. Once he found himself inside the bowels of the somewhat familiar beast, he easily identified the two metal shutters of an active security system, closing-off access to the rest of the rocket outside of the small space he had been allowed. When he turned to leave through the entrance he had made, a third shutter snapped closed, barring his exit. A number of sirens began sounding throughout the assembly.

A few seconds later, he was again outside, his cane's built-in welding torch having made short work of the metal shutters. He was irritated by the turn of events, finally coming to the realization that no, being matched was in no way as fun as being unbeatable. He climbed into the short robot once more, and personally demolished the space plane, punch by punch. He'd recycle the scrap from it into some new robots. That'd get his mood back in working shape.