[May make minor edits, but the core premise won't change]
[Ultraman and Two-Gun Batman, an absolutely delightful duo (I'm sure of it)]
They hadn't seen each other since a year after graduation. For this superhero convention, they planned to cosplay as the world's best duo, and each promised to surprise the other.
Clark thought it over in front of the mirror, then confidently replaced the chest emblem on his Superman suit with a "U."
I am Ultraman! (The Crime Syndicate's Ultraman)
Come on, who could say no to becoming an Ultraman?!
After making sure his red cape was perfect, he happily headed to the immersive set that the organizers had reportedly spent a fortune creating.
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He looked at his phone and saw a message from his friend: "I see you."
Clark looked up and spotted a blood-soaked, battle-damaged Gray Bat standing not far away.
He immediately rushed over and gave him an enthusiastic, bone-crushing handshake. "Hey, my friend! It's been ages since I've seen you looking this beat-up!"
Gray Bat, who had been about to draw his weapon and fight to the death: "?"
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While Clark was happily chatting away by himself, the scenery around him suddenly changed. There, not far away, was someone with a presence he knew all too well.
...And the twin guns in his hands were aimed from a dangerously close distance at some unlucky Superman.
A glimmer of green shone at the muzzle.
"Heh. I have to say, you're as predictable as ever."
The man curled his lips in a mocking smile and even showed off a one-handed gun spin. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another figure frozen nearby.
That clear, innocent air... Why did it look more and more like his friend?
Ultraman, confused: So who was I talking to before?
Two-Gun Batman, aka the Grim Knight, froze: ...Uh-oh. Looks like I mistook someone else for my partner.
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"You want to know what happened in my world?"
Ultraman crunched on a piece of kryptonite and said casually, "Wayne blew himself up, along with the entire Earth... Oh, don't worry. He didn't want to live much longer anyway."
Batman: "?"
Superman, listening on the other end of the earpiece: "????"
The Grim Knight wiped down his gun, moving more gently than ever, as if caressing his lover.
"Us? We're just partners who teamed up along the way, one from a world where Batman died and one from a world where Superman died."
"By the way, I was the one who shot that guy dead."
He finished summing it all up in an unhurried tone.
Red Hood: ...The perfect Batman I've always dreamed of has appeared, but why do I suddenly not want him as much?
Damian: Wow, cool!
Nightwing: Tim! Come help me drag little D back to his room. Kids shouldn't hear this stuff!
* An airhead and a grump. Just friends, no romance.
* The Lord of the Rings, the Syndicate, Injustice, and parts of the Dark Knights will appear for now.
* Before the weary birds returned to the forest, they once traveled through a vast universe.
* Finally, they aren't cosplaying to make you suffer. They do it because they love it!!! (shouts loudly)
P.S. The Grim Knight has some personal headcanons. I'll add more about the others if I think of anything!
[Blurb archived: 2024.1.23]
Theme: Friends are the antidote to a weary life.
