>>6308912“So, I'm going to drop you off with everyone else, then go get the rest.” you continue, then focusing on your wife's ki through your wedding band, link yourself ready to use Instant Transmission. But, before you can, Superman calls to you.
“Karn.” he says, distracting you enough so you can't teleport, turning your head and meeting his gaze. Seeing the honest sincerity on his face. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome. Better go check up on Ubo and Galatea, they're in pretty rough shape in that crater.” you tell him, refocusing. “Just because we can bring them back doesn't mean we should let them die.”
“Right.” he answers, blurring out the hole in the wall while Batman goes over to the clown's body, taking it in his hands.
“I'll see to the Joker's remains.” he says, but you don't care about that clown, teleporting. Leaving the Kryptonians' adoptive homeworld, returning to New Salda. Where your wife is outside your ship, along with several others. However, as you appear, Plastic Man immediately shouts.
“AIIIEEEEEEEE! I'm meeeeeltiiiiing!” he cries out as his body seemingly liquefies into a puddle beside you. For a horrified second you freeze, along with your wife, several of your kids and all three of your grandkids. Only for him to immediately right himself with a laugh. “Haha, just kidding! But man, your planet's heavy!”
He says, as his body starts to 'melt' again. Seemingly unable to fully retain his solid form under the pressure.
“I sure hope the tournament's not going to be this heavy, or I'm not gonna be nearly as useful.” he continues, Chaya speaking up.
“No, it's going to be set to be each of our home planets' gravities. Probably through magic, else how could you get them all simultaneously?”
“Magic, huh? I've known a few spell-slingers in my day.” Plastic Man continues, but you don't focus on him. Instead you reach out telepathically, once more to the protector of Earth's Lookout.
“Mr. Popo, it's time.” you <span class="mu-i">think</span> to him, feeling your mind connect with his own.
“Sure thing, I'll go ahead and open the door for-”
“Not yet, let's give them a little longer. Until I show up and walk back in there.” you reply, focusing on his strange ki. Leaving your home once more, teleporting back to the far lighter gravity planet also called Earth. Appearing atop the Lookout by Mr. Popo, who meets your gaze unblinking. “Give them all the extra time we can.”
“I see.” he says, grin widening. “And I see that you've been busy. Sidra, huh? Impressed you managed to keep it without destroying or consuming it.”
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