Prologue: Wuya's Calling

Darkness...emptiness...nothingness...such are the qualities of Subspace. An eternal, ever-expanding dimension where several shades of black could only be seen. A plane where no living being would possibly exist.

...Well, at least that's what many thought.

In a large ring of rundown stone columns with a crystaline pool in its center, someone stood leaning against a deteriorated column. He was a man with ghostly white skin blotched with gray patches here and there, and a pointed chin. He was garbed in all dirty brown; cowboy hat, cloak, pants, boots, belts, gloves and all. But by far, his most distinguishing feature was a white headband with long-flowing tails, a red circle, and Japanese kanji that stood for "Number One." The man lit up a cigar he held in his teeth, puffed it, and let out a long stream of smoke. He tured his head slightly, watching as a dark portal opened up.

Coming through this portal was another man, this one with all-tan skin, silvery hair, and blood-red eyes. All he wore was a long, black coat and gloves.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" the ghostly man asked with an icy cold sneer, removing his cigar. "The last survivng member of Organization XIII, I assume?"

"You assume correctly...Justice," the cloaked man responded. "But you may refer to me...as Xemnas."

Justice took another puff of his cigar. "It's an honor, to meet the last survivng member of a group with no souls," he said curtly. "But YOU should be honored to be in the presence of Number One."

"I am deeply honored, rest assured," Xemnas nodded. "But that aside...why do you suppose we were summoned here?"

"How should I know?" Justice scoffed. "All I know is that a strange force brought me here."

"As did the rest of us," came another voice. Justice and Xemnas looked to see two figures walking towards them; a bald man in green and purple high-tech battle armor, and a man with whitish skin wearing an outfit resembling that of a famous hero.

"Me don't know what going on," the whitish man grunted. "Me confused."

"Aren't we all, Bizarro," the bald man sighed. He looked to Xemnas and Justice. "You, too?"

Xemnas and Justice simply nodded.

"Let's cut right to the formalities," the bald man said. "Name's Lex Luthor, owner of LexCorp. And my assistant here is the imperfect clone of Superman, Bizarro."

"Indeed," Xemnas nodded, eyeing Bizarro uneasily.

"Much obliged," Justice said simply, tipping his hat.

"Why, Lexy, I'm hurt!" moaned a manic-sounding voice. "You've completely forgotten about introducing ME!!"

Lex massaged his temples as a man with a chalk-white face wearing a cheap purple outfit bounded up to the group of villains. "Oooh, nevermind, I'll do it myself," he grumbled as he dug into his coat pocket and dug out a joker card, flicking it over to Justice.

Justice studied the card carefully. "I take it you're the Joker?" he asked.

"The one and only, partner," Joker winked playfully in a semi-Western accent.

"So, any takers on who called us here?" Lex asked.

"Who knows, and who cares?!" snapped a brash voice coming from a blue-skinned man wearing purple and red armor. "All I know is I'm on a tight schedule here, so this force better hurry if it knows what's good for 'em!"

"Patience, Warp Darkmatter," Xemnas sneered. "It is only a matter of time before our benefactor presents itself to us."

"Ahh, you never know WHO will show up here in this wonderful abyss," Joker chuckled gleefully. "Who's next? The three witches of Macbeth?"

"Not of Macbeth we are, but close your guess was!" came a screechy voice.

Now three witches came onto the scene; one on the left was thin, one on the right was fat (and carrying a cat), and the other in the middle was of averege size, but her head (a mere skull) was contained within a glass jar topped by a metallic witch's hat. The other two witches looked normal, except for the fact that their skin look crinkled, as if they had been reinflated after being crushed by a ton of lead.

"You just HAD to say something, eh, Joker?" Warp asked Joker sardonically.

"Who calls us here, we three must know!" the jarhead crowed. "We must spread chaos wherever we go!"

"Her rhyming you must not mind," the fat one said in a bloated voice. "Rhyming is what we Winkybunions are known for."

"Ahh, yes, the infamous Winkybunion sisters," Lex said with a smirk. "Mingella, Blobbelda, and Gruntilda, correct?"

"Right you are, bald man," Blobbelda, the fat witch, nodded.

"This conundrum baffles me, who dares to call the Winkybunions three?!" the jarheaded Gruntilda asked impatiently.

"Yes, strange this is," the tall, thin Mingella mused in agreement. "All powerful this force must be if summoned us here it did."

"Witches talk funny," Bizarro said, scratching his head in a dumbfounded manner.

"Yeah, all witches have a tendancy to do that," came another voice. The villains now saw another man coming on the scene; this one was a man wearing sunglasses and a dark green trench coat. But what was REALLY disturbing about him was the four metal tentacles protruding from his back.

"Doctor Otto Octavius," Lex mused. "It's surprising to see YOU here as well."

"That's Doctor Octopus to you, Luthor," Doc Ock sneered. "Least when I try taking over the world I do it myself instead of sending cronies to do the dirty work for me!"

"I'll have you know that..."

"Boys, boys, please..." cooed a seducive female voice. "We're all on the same side, aren't we?"

Lex, Bizarro, Joker, Xemnas, Justice, Grunty, Mingella, Blobbelda, Warp, and Doc Ock all turned to see a female figure approach them. She had long, flowing blood-red hair, dark tan skin, and black markings underneath her eyes. All she wore was a black gownlike robe with purple edges and a red belt.

"No way!" Warp spat. "You can't possibly be real!"

"My eyes don't decieve, you stand before us! But sorely lacking is my trust!" Grunty snapped.

"If she's not real, than why does she stand before us?" Justice asked.

"The man has a point," the woman responded. "I am Wuya, Heylin witch and master of this realm."

"Oh, yes, I remember you now," Lex nodded with a grin. "You're the witch that lost the very first Xiaolin Showdown to Grand Master Dashi, am I correct?"

"Unfortunately," Wuya grumbled. "But enough about me. I'm sure you fine men...and disgusting hags...want to know why I summoned you here, right?"

"Know we must, so an answer you must tell!" Mingella said in an agitated tone.

"Very well," Wuya nodded. "You see, for so long I've stayed in this world ever since my last loss to Dashi. And it's so...drab, and boring. I need you to bring the outside world to me. And while you're at it...dispose of any heroes that come your way."

"Capture heroes in your name? Sounds like Grunty's kind of game!" Grunty sneered, rubbing her hands together gleefully.

"Capture heroes? Me catch Superman, make ME only Superman!" Bizarro said excitedly.

"Pah! I have better things to do than go on a ridiculous Easter Egg hunt for heroes," Joker scoffed. "Sorry, hotcakes, but I'll pass." Joker began to walk away in a huff.

Wuya grinned evilly. "Part of the world will be given to you in your name," she said.

Joker turned around with a wicked grin on his face. "NOW, we're talkin'..." he growled.

"I suppose I'm up for a little hunting trip," Doc Ock snickered, cricking his neck. "I have some unfinished business with an old friend of mine."

"Ditto," Warp nodded, cracking his metallic knuckle.

"Sounds like a good chance to defend the title of Number One," Justice twirled one of his pistols skillfully.

"Eliminate every hero that comes in your way," Wuya continued, "So that my friend here can suck the world into this realm." The Heylin witch jestured to a cloaked figure, who everyone seemed to raise an eyebrow at.

"Psh...nice getup," Warp quipped.

"And who might you be?" Xemnas questioned.

...No answer from the figure.

"Not much of a talker, is he?" Joker asked an irritated Lex with a grin.

"Less talking there must be, for planning is required!" Mingella piped up.

"Yes, much planning there is to do," Blobbelda nodded.

"Right than," Lex agreed. "We'll do what we can, Wuya."

The troop of villains took off to begin their plans for world domination, with the cloaked figure following close behind them. Wuya, meanwhile, looked into the pool and grinned maliciously. "All in good time," she snarled. Her voice sounded distorted for some reason...like someone was speaking in rhythm with her. As she looked into the pool, her eyes in the reflection glowed a bright red. And you could almost swear there were fangs showing in her smile.

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Little did Wuya or the villains realize, they were all being spied on by someone. It was a strange little man with a large black bowling ball-shaped head with no mouth. He only wore a red jumpsuit, large white shoes, white gloves, and a strange helmet with a broom on the top. He was Marvin the Martian.

"Oh, dear me," Marvin whispered, terrified. "Those horrible villains are planning to conquer the world by collection?" Marvin's eyes narrowed in anger. "That makes me VERY angry...VERY angry indeed. I need to concoct a way to counteract these fiends' plans..."

And without a second of delay more, Marvin quickly rushed off to try and find a solution. He knew something dangerous was going to happen; little did he realize, he wasn't the only one that was going to be ensnared in the villains' plans...