Miracles Inc: DC Collision! Adventures of the Miracle Marvel Family!

Nigel Smalls rolled over and groaned. He opened one eye and peered around the room, unsure if the pounding sound was coming from inside or outside his head.
It was coming from the apartment’s door. Nigel staggered off the couch, really not feeling up to company. He’d learned a hard lesson about going drinking with super heroes, last night. He was still in his clothes from the previous night’s pub crawl with Miracle man.
“What?!” he grumbled. opening the door. A woman was standing in the foyer. Slim, auburn haired. It took Nigel a minute to recognize Winter Moran. While he’d encountered Miracle Woman a couple times, he’d only seen her in her ‘secret identity’ once before.
“Um... Hi.” Winter said, looking skeptically at Nigel’s bleary expression and bedraggled wardrobe. “I’m looking for Miracle man...?”
“He;’s not here,” Nigel said. “Out on... patrol.... or something. You want some coffee? I gotta have some coffee.”
“Okay... I guess. Do you know when he’ll be back?”
“Not really,” Nigel replied, shuffling into the kitchen. He hit the button on the coffee maker and started looking for cups. “ Something’ wrong?”
“Well, it’s not a big crisis just something ... weird happened, when I went to fly home and...?”
“Plane trouble?”
“No, I was flying. Me, I can do that, y’know.”
“I thought MM said you were gonna pass on the super hero thing?” Nigel asked.
“Not ready to do monitor duty or anything like that,” Winter replied. “but, I’m not going to keep her locked up, just because I...”
“Her? Who her?”
“Miracle woman. “
“She’s you, though, isn’t she?”
“Not exactly. It’s more like a ‘time share’ deal, but anyway, I like flying, so I go to change and... well, it’s not a big deal, but... why don’t I just show you. Kimota.”
There was a blinding flash and Nigel flinched back.
“Gordon Bennett! Too early to be doing that! I got a headache that’d....!”
Miracle woman was now standing in the kitchen. To Nigel’s mind she was Venus, Marilyn Monroe and Baby Spice all rolled into one. It left his, already hazy, mind unable to put two words together in any order that made sense. Then he noticed she was wearing different outfit.
Instead of her usual blue leotard with red boots, belt and gloves, she wore a white outfit, with a short skirt and a cape. The boots and belt were yellow, as was the piping on the cape and the lightening bolt symbol on her ... blouse.
“Um.... new outfit, eh? Very fetching.” Nigel muttered, hoping he didn’t sound like too much of an idiot.
“I don’t know how I got it,” Miracle woman explained. “Winter said ... the word and it just showed up. And it’s not fetching! You can see right up my skirt when I fly!”
“Well, um... okay... I don’t know what you expect MM to do, but I’ll phone him,” Nigel said, wondering if the Pendragons had to deal with stuff like this, first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, down in London’s East End, on the corner of Hartnell Street, two other members of the Miracles were walking.
Big Ben swung his umbrella jauntily as he strolled, Miracle man floated along, next to him, sipping his coffee. Being super human, he’d shrugged off the effects of last nights pun crawl pretty quickly.
“So, after you and the thieves escaped from the... troll...?” Miracle man said.
“Yes, a troll. Looked just like you see in the picture books,” Big Ben nodded. “ I sealed the place up pretty tightly, I thought, but figured, better safe than sorry. I’m not dragging you away from anything, am I?”
“No, just my disastrous social life.” Miracle man replied.
“Ah, good.” Ben nodded, absently. “ Here we are.”
The lot held the remains of an abandoned construction site. There was an opening in the concrete, that was boarded over and criss crossed with ‘do not enter’ tape. The two heroes pushed past the tape and pulled some of the wooden barrier away, to enter the tunnel.
“I had some of the construction chappies leave some bags of cement here, in case the troll needed some extra sealing in... I say...?”
Big Ben stopped and peered around the tunnel, in surprise.
“What’s up, Ben?” Miracle man asked, looking around.
“Um... it.... the tunnel, that is, didn’t look like this, last time... it’s changed?”
What had started life as an addition to the London underground, now resembled an ancient cave. The rock was gray and rough. There were lit torches, set in metal brackets, bolted to the walls. As the heroes moved along its shadowy length, they saw a low, wide stone shelf, set against the wall. On the shelf were a row of seven statues. They were squat statues, bloated bellies and leering faces.
Scratching his head, with the tip of his umbrella, Ben peered at the metal plaque beneath each statue.
“Greed,” he read. “Sloth, envy... the seven deadly sins...? How odd.”
“Not a good sign,” Miracle man said. “And none of this was here before?”
“No, it was all quite modern, until you got to the trolls room.”
“Where was that?”
“Just on the other side of that fellow on the throne... Bloody hell!”
Both heroes stopped and stared. The throne was large, but rather plain, carved from a single block of marble. Seated upon it was an elderly man, his snow white beard flowed down to his waist. He wore a floor length, white robe.
“Not at all who I expected,” The old man muttered, stroking his beard in thought. “Something has gone quite amiss...”
“Um... pardon me,” Ben called out. “ you wouldn’t have happened to seen a troll round here? Large fellow, three heads bad temper, not terrible articulate?”
“Troll?” the old man said, puzzled.
“Sorry,” Miracle man said. “but have you been down here long? We came here...”
“You are not where you set out to be, my young friends,” The old man interrupted.
“Too bloody right,” Ben muttered, glancing around.
“Come. It will be easier to show you.” He stood up and walked towards a wide doorway. It opened up onto a balcony, carved out of the rock wall. It looked out on all of creation.
“Holy macaroni...!” Miracle man breathed.
“I say...?!” Big Ben added. “It’s full of stars...!”
The trio had stepped out of an underground chamber, onto a balcony that appeared to be at the top of a mountain. A mountain that floated through the depths of eternity.
“Few are able to find their way to the Rock of Eternity, unsummoned,” The old man said, to the heroes. “Two were summoned, but you were not the ones I had in mind... something has gone wrong. An imbalance in the fabric of reality.”
“Again?” Miracle man exclaimed, sounding more annoyed, than shocked.
The old man raised an eyebrow at his reaction. He was the ancient and wise wizard, Shazam and used to a bit more awe and respect from his visitors.
“As, I was saying,” The wizard said. “ something has altered reality, it feels as though several realities have been merged...”
“Happens a couple times a week, round these parts,” Ben said.
“So I gathered,” The wizard replied. “I must see what occurs, and what has become of my champions.”
They returned to the thrown room and the wizard walked over to a metal tripod. Upon the tripod rested a golden brazier. The wizard pointed at the brazier and a flame appeared, burning white hot. Shazam peered into the flames. The two heroes peered over his shoulder. Images danced in the flames, the rising of the barrier, the arrival of the Miracles, the various alterations to time and reality that had occurred since the barrier went up. Then suddenly images began to speed up and there was a blink inducing flash.
“hmph,” the wizard muttered, stroking his beard again. “ This is most worrisome.”
“What happened?” Big Ben asked. “What was that last bit?”
“No idea,” Miracle man shrugged, then took a sip of his coffee. “ but, my guess, is it’s behind whatever changed the tunnel and brought Gandolf here...”
“Shazam,” the wizard said.
“Bless you,” Big Ben said.
“That is my name. I am the wizard, Shazam.”
“Ah, sorry.”
“Do you know what’s going on?” Miracle man asked.
“I see signs and hints,” Shazam replied. “ To know more, I must go out.”
“Well, we should be able to help...” Miracle man started.
“If I am to leave my post,” Shazam said, gesturing towards the throne. “One of you must take my place. I will not leave the Rock of Eternity unattended.”
He looked at the two heroes, for a moment, then pointed at Miracle man.
“You shall stay.”
“Me? but why...?” Miracle man protested.
Shazam slipped his arm through Miracle man’s and steered the hero towards the throne.
“Would you you trust that one,” he said, nodding towards Big Ben. “With the responsibility of over seeing the cosmos?”
“Well, okay. What do I do?”
“Merely sit upon the throne and watch over the Rock. Use your judgment in dealing with any others that arrive. With this odd... collision of realities, the Rock is vulnerable.”
“Got it.”
The wizard nodded and turned towards the man with no time for crime.
“Come, we must venture out and see what occurs.”
“Righto,” Ben said. “See you in a bit, MM.”
“Yeah, great.” Miracle man muttered, getting comfortable on the wizard’s throne and taking a sip of his coffee. “Have fun.”

Back in London, Miracle woman and Nigel were ‘on patrol’. While Nigel had no serious objection to being held close to Miracle woman, doing it when they were fifty feet over the streets of London, took some of the fun out of the situation.
“How are we going to find them if you won’t open your eyes?” Miracle woman asked.
“How is it going to help if I throw up on some poor passing sod?” Nigel asked back. “I told you I’m not good with the flying thing.”
“I thought you just meant you couldn’t fly,” Miracle woman grumbled, landing on a nearby rooftop. “I’m just worried that we can’t get in touch with them.”
“He was gonna run an errand with Ben,” Nigel explained. “Don’t know why he’s not answering his phone. W.H.O.* couldn’t get through to him either, but there’s so much magic and other dimensional energy floating around, reception’s pretty crappy these days.”
(*W.H.O. is the Weird Happenings Organization, the government agency that Miracle man works for-Trav)
“I bet things don’t go this way with the Pendragons,” Miracle woman muttered.
“Relax a second,” Nigel said, peering at the neighborhood. “Just cause I don’t own a pair of tights, doesn’t mean I’m a complete knob. Over there, isn’t that it?”
He pointed to a construction site, several blocks over. Miracle woman shrugged, struggling to keep her new cape from flapping around in the breeze.
“What were they doing there, anyway?” She asked.
“Something to do with a past case of Ben’s,” Nigel replied. “what the hell...?!”
A loud explosion cut through the air and both heroes turned, to see where it came from. Not a difficult task, as the explosion was soon followed by a column of flame shooting up through the roof of a building.
“Duty calls,” Miracle woman said, grabbing hold of Nigel and taking off.
“Aaahhh!” Nigel exclaimed. “ Bit of warning next time! I thought you were taking a pass on the hero game?”
“Just because I don’t want to sign up doesn’t mean I’m going to ignore things. I told Mike... Miracle man, that I’d help if you guys needed me. I think this counts. “


A swirling disk of energy appeared in mid-air and Big Ben and Shazam stepped out. At first Ben was happy that their appearance wasn’t attracting too much attention from passerby's. Then he noticed that this was due to an attack on a nearby museum by several garishly clad men. Two of them were thrashing on the locked, front door, while the third stood by, barking the occasional order or word of encouragement.
“I say there,” Big Ben shouted. “You ruffians, back away from that building!”
“We do not have time for this,” The wizard advised. He was promptly ignored by the man with no time for crime, who leapt at the villainous trio.
They spun, revealing a short man with slicked back black hair, thick lensed glasses and a manic grin. He wore a white scientist smock and black pants.
Next to him was a tall, muscular man with a blonde crew cut. He wore a green body suit, with red boots and gloves, a yellow gun belt and cape. He had a vivid slash of a scar down his right cheek and a white swazshtika in a black circle, on his chest.
The third was familiar to Ben, he wore a full face mask and body suit, all in blood red. His feet and hands were bare and the nails on both looked razor sharp.
“Vas ist...?” the blonde man muttered.
“Nazi bounder!” Ben shouted, slamming into the blonde man.
“Maybe, I should have brought the other young man with me,” the wizard muttered, shaking his head. “Ben, we do not have time for these petty brawls.”
“Petty brawl?” The man in glasses exclaimed. “Petty Brawl?! You dare to use the word ‘petty’ to describe one of Emil Gargunza’s master plans!? Spring Heel Jack, deal with this old fool!”
“Righto, “ The man in red said, leaping at the wizard. “ Shouldn’t take half a ...”
Shazam gave the villain a disapproving frown and then held up a hand. Spring Heel Jack slammed to a halt, as though he’d hit an invisible wall. He looked like a bug that had just hit a windshield. The wizard then flicked his hand, casually, and Jack went soaring up into the air. Shazam nodded to himself and then, tucking his hands into the sleeves of his robe, drifted up, after the villain.
Big Ben was too preoccupied with pummeling the muscular nazi to notice the wizard’s departure.
“Invade Poland will you, you blighter!” Ben snarled, driving a fist into Captain Nazi’s solar plexus. The aryan villain flew back and then through the concrete wall of the museum. Ben leapt after him.
Dr. Gargunza looked at the hole in the wall and shrugged.
“Beggers can’t be chosers,” he muttered, fishing a ray gun out of his satchel and making his way into the museum. He snuck past the battling figures and headed deeper into the building. Big Ben and Captain Nazi continued to cause more destruction, knocking each other through walls and battering each other with priceless antiques.

Miracle woman and Nigel landed a few feet away from the burning building. Nigel jogged over to a nearby policeman.
“Anyone inside?” He asked.
“What’s it to you?” The cop snarled, looking at Nigel’s ratty jeans, overcoat and dreadlocks.
“Huh? Look, I’m... uh,” Nigel looked down at his ensemble, then hooked a thumb over his shoulder, at Miracle woman. “I’m with her.”
“Wow!” The police officer breathed, hurrying over to the miniskirted heroine. “Glad to get some help!”
“I gotta get a costume,” Nigel muttered, following the cop.
“What happened?” Miracle woman asked. “Is anyone still inside?”
“Building was empty, just an old warehouse. We don’t have any idea what caused it. Got someone checking city records to see if there’s a gas main running under it....”
“Hey, who’s that?!” Nigel said, pointing towards the burning building. A figure came strolling out of the inferno. He was tall and thin, with a floor length orange cloak wrapped tightly around his body. He had an egg shaped head, that might have been pointed, or that could have just been the way his black hair was spiked, so it stood straight up. His eyes were large and he didn’t seem to blink, even with all the smoke and heat. He raised his arm, and where his thin fingers pointed, the flames parted, to let him pass.
‘What in the world...?” Miracle woman gasped.
“This one’s mine,” Nigel said, shrugging out of his coat, and handing it and his wallet to Miracle woman. He strode up, meeting the thin man a few feet away from the burning building.
“Oi! What do you think you’re doing?”
The tall man raised a questioning eyebrow at Nigel.
“This is the best this city has to offer?” he asked, in a low, voice, like nails on a pane of glass. “The Arson Fiend is insulted.”
He waved his hand and a ball of fire appeared and rocketed towards Nigel, who caught it, inflated it till it was the size of a Volkswagen and hurled it back.
“Bloody amateur.”
The fireball struck the Arson Fiend and sent him flying back into the inferno.
“And that’s how we do things in the big city,” Nigel said, dusting his hands off. He turned to head back towards Miracle woman. Then the entire front of the warehouse exploded outward.
“Why did I think that would go easy,” Miracle woman muttered. “ Are they having any luck putting that fire out?”
“No,” The police officer replied. “Thing’s too hot. All they can do is keep it from spreading. If that guy started the fire...”
“Then we need to take him out, I know,” Miracle woman said. “Give me a minute, I’m new this hero stuff. If Nigel keeps him busy, maybe I can handle the fire...? Be right back!”
“ What...?” The police officer exclaimed, as Miracle woman flew off and Nigel ran into the burning warehouse. “Never should have transferred here. It was boring in Dibbly, but we never had stuff like this going on...”

Meanwhile, back at the Rock of Eternity...
Miracle man leaned back on the throne and took a sip of coffee. He then swirled his Styrofoam cup around, but there was no sloshing noise. He frowned, and put the cup down on the floor, by his feet.
“I hope the others are staying out of trouble,” He muttered, looking around idly.

Five miles above London, Shazam and Spring Heel Jack were having a discussion. The wizard stood in mid-air, peering intently at the barrier that separated the U.K. and Europe from the rest of the world. He held onto Jack by the scruff of his uniform. He then ran a finger across the surface of the barrier.
“There is dark magic at work here,”
“That’s what I been telling you....!” Jack said, anxiously. He kept glancing from the crazy, old flying man, to the incredibly long drop to the ground and pondering which was his best option for survival.
“Yet, it is twisted with several other magics, as well as some odd extra-dimensional energies,” Shazam continued. “This would explain why Billy Batson and the others did not come when summoned. They must be on the other side...”
“Tough luck for them,” Jack said. “I’ve heard stories about what’s going on.... urrk!”
Shazam, still with a tight grip on the barefoot villain, plummeted downwards.

Big Ben rammed his fist into Captain Nazi’s abdomen, then followed up with a punch to the jaw. The aryan villain hit the floor, then kicked out, knocking the man with no time for crime off his feet. Ben reached out and his umbrella came flying back to his hand. He then hooked the handle into the back of Captain Nazi’s shirt and yanked him within striking distance. Nearly every wall of the museum was spider webbed with cracks and the air was full of dust and debris. The two combatants pounded at each other, using anything that came to hand as a weapon.
When Shazam and a very unsteady Spring Heel Jack touched down, the building was visibly wobbling.
“Mortals,” Shazam muttered, shaking his head.
Inside, Professor Gargunza scampered through the wreckage. He held out a short baton, it looked like a magician’s wand covered in christmas lights. Anytime it beeped or a light flashed, he altered his course.
It was Gargunza who had figured out that there was some form of extra-dimensional energy at play. He sneered at the term magic. He’d also been the one to realize there were ways to take advantage of the situation, and the little scientist had gathered allies to his cause, knowing that, like so many times before, Miracle man would show up to disrupt his plans. In fact, Gargunza felt a bit disappointed that these other heroes had shown up instead. He shrugged and continued on his way. The lack of Miracle man was a disappointment he would easily learn to deal with, as was the fact that his allies ( the dolts!) were being kept too busy to share in the rewards of his endeavors. Gargunza chuckled to himself, climbed over a broken display of pottery, and hurried to a display case. The glass was broken, but the contents of the case were still intact. He pushed aside some fragments of a stone tablet and primitive jewelry, to pull out a crude, wooden staff. At the top, a notch had been cut, and wedged into into it was a a large, tear drop shaped crystal. The staff had runes carved along it’s length.
Gargunza nodded to himself and made his way to the nearest exit.

Meanwhile, the warehouse was still burning. Both Nigel and the Arson Fiend hurled bigger and hotter blasts of fire at each other.
Nigel had to admit, that he was kind of enjoying himself. There had been few cases where his fire control powers had been needed, and even less times when he was free to cut loose like this. Nigel hadn’t gone so mad with the power that he’d forgotten why he was there. A small portion of his power was concentrated on keeping the fire from spreading. The only problem was that the Arson Fiend seemed to show no sign of weakening either. Nigel had read some comics, as a kid, before deciding he’d rather be a rock icon, and knew there was always that point, in the story, where the hero had to out think the villain. Being an art college drop out, he didn’t seem well suited for that strategy.
“Mortal fool,” The Arson fiend hissed. “What chance do you have against me? My command of the flames comes from hell itself!”
He raised his arms and a geyser of fire shot a hundred feet into the air, then reformed into the shape of a dragon.
“You don’t say,” Nigel said, using the distraction of the Fiend’s dramatic display to move to within arm’s reach of the villain. “ Mine comes from playing with matches.” He then shot forward and drove his knee into the Arson Fiend’s groin. The fiery villain shrieked in pain and doubled over. Nigel then punched him in the jaw, knocking the Fiend unconscious, and spraining his thumb.
“Bloody, god damned, smeggin’, bastard hell!” Nigel raged, holding his injured hand and hopping about in pain. He shook his hand and blew on it. Which of course, did nothing to ease the pain, so he kicked the sprawled form of the Arson Fiend. “I gotta start taking lessons or something. Every smeggin’ time, I do myself damage. Now, what am I gonna do with all this fire?”

Miracle man crushed his cardboard coffee cup and tossed it out into the void beyond the Rock of Eternity.
He leaned against the edge of the stone balcony.
“A breath taking view can get pretty boring,” he muttered. “When that’s all you have to look at. Can’t believe that wizard has been sitting on that throne for ages. My butt was going numb after just an hour.”
“Allow me to relieve your boredom, mortal!”
Something hit the back of Miracleman’s head and sent him slamming into the rocky railing.
Miracle man stood up, rubbing a gloved hand over his bleeding lip and spit out gravel.
“What the...?” he muttered, turning around.
Standing there was a massive beast of a man. He stood about six feet tall, and was about that wide at the shoulders. He was clad in a ragged, brown loincloth, boots, gauntlets of tarnished bronze, a metal helmet with horns and a generous layer of body hair. He snarled at Miracle man, revealing uneven, nicotine colored teeth.
“What is this?! The Wizard has a new lackey? Come, face Kull, King of the Beast men!”
“Can’t I go anywhere, without this happening?” Miracle man pondered, before flying into the beast man, driving his fists into Kull’s solar plexus. The savage intruder doubled up and staggered back several steps. Miracle man nodded, self satisfied, as he dusted off his hands. That feeling disappeared when Kull straightened up. The brute sported a massive bruise in the center of his chest, as well as an evil grin.
“You will be good sport,” Kull growled, charging at Miracle man.
“Why me?” Miracle man asked, as two fists, big and rough looking as cinder blocks came rushing towards him.

Back at the burning warehouse, Nigel came stumbling out, dragging the unconscious Arson Fiend behind him.
“Had fun?” Miracle woman asked, her arms crossed as she floated over.
Nigel looked down at the burnt remains of his clothes, and flexed his injured fist.
“Time of my life,” he grumbled. “Can you keep an eye on this one, while I take care of the fire?”
“ You can handle this? It’s a pretty big fire. The fire men have only barely able to keep it from spreading. I grabbed some sand bags from that construction site to help.”
“ Trust me.” Nigel said, dropping the Arson Fiend and heading back towards the fire. He raised his arms and all the fire gathered into an enormous pillar.
“Okay, I got it,” Nigel muttered. “ What the smeg do I do with it?”
Nigel’s arms began to to tremble, and his eyes filled with fire, as he struggled to control the massive pillar of flame, to draw it into himself.

Big Ben flew though the air. He landed in a heap, in the middle of a scale model of Stonehenge and then staggered to his feet. His hat was gone, his shirt torn, and one eye was swollen shut.
Captain Nazi ( who wasn’t looking much better than the battered ‘Man with no time for crime’) leapt across the room. He landed, stumbled, and brought both fists down on Big Ben’s shoulders.
“Stay ... down, English... shuh... Swine!” he bellowed.
“Not much chance of that, you rotter,” Ben replied, spitting in the villain’s face. A tooth, knocked loose, during the course of the battle, came flying out, with the speed and force of a bullet and caught Captain Nazi right between the eyes. The villain toppled, like a recently chopped oak. The floor trembled with the impact.
“Huh! Master race, my sainted aunt, ” Big Ben muttered. He made his way, unsteadily, out of the museum, pausing only to retrieve his dented bowler from the wreckage.
The wizard, Shazam, a squad of W.H.O. troops, police officers and paramedics were outside to greet him. Two men, dressed in suits that were in style back when Duran Duran was number one on ‘Top of the Pops’, came running towards him.
“Dear lord, big guy,” the taller one exclaimed, rushing to catch Big Ben, before he hit the ground. “How does the other fellow look?”
“Worse,” Ben slurred, toppling over.

Kull barreled into Miracle Man, knocking him to his knees. He then scooped up the hero, in a rib cracking bear hug.
Miracle man gasped for breath, struggling to break free. He couldn’t get any leverage, so he pushed off the floor and flew upwards. Both combatants hit the stoneceiling, at mach three. The Rock of Eternity trembled with the impact.

It was at this moment, that reality rippled and swirled, like a bath tub full of dirty water, that has just had the plug pulled. Then, the tub of reality was refilled without the recent intruders.*
( Go read some Pendragons to get the details of DC Collision- Trav)

Winter Moran felt dizzy, she pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again. She couldn’t remember what had brought her down here, to join the crowd watching firefighters and one of London’s resident super heroes deal with the warehouse fire. The flames disappeared and a skinny black man with dreadlocks, wearing a pair of ragged, smoldering cut offs, came staggering out. Winter vaguely recognized him as one of Mike... Miracle man’s team mates. She’d met him, during the fifteen minutes of her career as a super heroine. Firebird...? Maybe that was his name? She shook her head and walked off.
The whole thing seemed a bit pointless to her, now.

Nigel sat down on the curb. He’d never tried to control that big a fire before, let alone absorb it. He felt a bit dizzy. One of the firemen dropped a blanket over his shoulders.
“Thanks, mate,” Nigel muttered.
“You okay?” The fireman asked, kneeling down in front of him. That was quite a stunt.”
“Tell me bout it. I feel wiped! You think someone could give me a lift home?”
“Yeah, sure. Least we can do. You sure you’re okay? Your eyes look... funny...”
“Funny?”
“Like they’re full of... fire, I guess. They do that when you use your powers?”
“Didn’t used to...,” Nigel muttered, running a hand over his eyes. They radiated heat, and he could feel a throbbing behind them. Like there was something contained within his eyes. Something that wanted out.

The dizzy spell passed and Miracle man sat up. He was sitting on the floor of an abandoned subway tunnel. The body of an unconscious, three headed troll was sprawled nearby.*
( The same troll Big Ben tangled with a couple issues back. The troll Ben and Miracle man were going to check on before all this started- Trav)
“Not too clear on what happened...?” Miracle man muttered, to himself. “but, it looks like I won, so I won’t complain too loudly. Still, I’ve got that odd tingle I always get when someone’s been mucking around with reality. Wonder what I missed, this time?”

Big Ben crawled out of the wreckage of the museum, his body felt like it’d been used as a rugby ball, during a particularly brutal match. Gabriel and Michael, the Miracles liaisons with the government, stood over him.
“Think you can handle being vertical?” Gabriel, the taller of the two asked, offering Big Ben a hand up.
“Tell you in a moment,” Ben replied.
“You look awful,” Michael replied, in his usual stern tone. “What happened?”
“There was a... um... this ... ah, to be honest, I’m not entirely sure,” Ben muttered, looking back at the wreckage, then back at the two government agents. “There were a couple fellows here... I think...?”
“We found Spring Heel Jack under a collapsed wall,” Michael said. “That ring any bells?”
“Yes, he was here and... another fellow... with a ... beard? Any chance of getting a cup of tea...?”

Far from the dazed hero, the men from W.H.O. and the police, a figure climbed out of the rubble and scampered down an alley.
Professor Emil Gargunza was dirty, bruised and still clutched the ancient staff, with the teardrop crystal. Despite his disheveled condition, he grinned wildly. He now had all he would need to finally deal with his archenemy, Miracle man. While, this earth wasn’t exactly ‘home’, it would do. One earth was as good as another, when you were looking for a world to conquer...

Author’s note: So, here’s my contribution to the DC Collision and as usual, I tried to deal with it in my own special way.
I liked the idea of the Miracles getting caught up in things, but in the end having no idea what happened. In so many cosmic stories somebody comes along and explains everything to the heroes.
Sorry, if people missed not seeing the Marvel Family in action in the PU. Originally, they were going to show, then the story got too big and I knew if it was ever going to see the light of day, I’d have to trim it down.
So, instead I settled for letting the Monster Society of evil beat on the Miracles, an appearance by the Wizard ( I like to see him get to do something besides sit on that big chair) and Miracle woman in Mary Marvel’s little flippy skirt.
If I ever get my act together, the story of how the Marvels dealt with being stuck on the other side of the barrier will show up in Tales of the Pendragons.
And I am kind of bummed I didn’t find a way to fit Hoppy the Marvel bunny into my story.
Maybe next time...