CA 600001 “Tough words, stranger.”

Deadpool “I like all the Wonder Women though. I gotta get one of your costumes for Vanessa sometime.”

Harbinger “Wade!”

Deadpool “Sorry, don’t mean to step on the monologue.”

Jessica “He does have a point about one thing. My Earth has a Captain America and a bunch of other super people. Why not just contact them?”

Harbinger “One of the Quantum Towers has emerged on your Earth, Jessica. You’re here, because I wanted you to be aware of just large the scale is for what’s happening. The rest are back on your Earth, assembling to defend their world.”

Jessica “Oh god, you didn’t put that tower thing in New York did you?”

Harbinger “No. It’s in Malibu.”

Jessica “Okay good. I’m tired of New York getting hit all the time.”

WW DCEU “So what is the plan?”

Superman 78 “If I and my fellow Supermen share the same powers and beliefs, we should be able to team together to stop whatever this menace is.”

Deadpool “And if not, you can fly around backw-”

Harbinger “Wade.”

Deadpool “Goddammit.”

One of the women standing up front now walks up to Harbinger and stands next to her, now facing the rest of the delegation.

Zoya “Nyet. If too many similar fighters appear in one location, then they only need one strategy to defeat you. You will join different teams defending Quantum Towers.”

As requested, Ruth Wilder has fully embraced her Zoya character for the sake of the mission. Deadpool leans to his right where standing next to him is the mighty Isis.

Deadpool whispers to her, “I don’t think she’s really Russian.”

Harbinger “This is Zoya. She is from one of many worlds already affected by this Crisis. She will be organizing the teams to defend the towers against whatever invading force we meet. They could be shadow demons as they were for my world or some other group that has been recruited for their side.”

Zoya looks across the room, putting together in her mind what team will go where and just who will comprise said teams.

Magic Kingdom.

Christine finds herself in a far different realm than that of Washington. She sees the woman who had mysteriously transported her here now holding the hand of Christine’s 3 year old daughter, Daisy.