[Western Crossover] The Fuzzy City Spirits of My City

Susan died after being struck by a falling object from high above. The city's consciousness pulled Susan's soul out of the cycle of reincarnation and hired her as the city's representative. Basically, it was a job where the city's consciousness called her over whenever it needed something done. Susan, indifferent: I'm a brick. Wherever I'm needed, that's where I go. Then things didn't quite go the way Susan expected. Since the cities' consciousnesses couldn't manifest physically, they asked Susan to help them, having her do the things they couldn't do themselves. Susan, busy petting cats: Oh, sure, we can talk. The cities gave Susan the abilities of their specialties (superheroes) as a reward. New York: Easy now, the old folks need gentle handling. Susan, expressionless: Oh, is this pressure okay? New York: Purr, purr~ Gotham: I want some too~ The fluffy city consciousnesses, all together: Hey! Let us borrow Susan for a bit!! New York Susan, clutching a stuffed rabbit, looked at her twelve-year-old reflection in the full-length mirror, touched the card in her pocket, and sighed at the heavens. Gotham Unable to speak, Susan grabbed the Hammer of Justice and whacked the green-haired Joker. With him unconscious, she gave the dark-clad figure who rushed over the exact same disapproving look he was giving her. Metropolis Susan, strong enough to lift a mountain, smiled as she slipped one hand inside her clothes and pulled out kryptonite powder. Theme: When there's no food to be had, make your own. Creating for love.