"You all suuuck! Boring!"

You hear an all too familiar voice laugh and then yawn dramatically. You step inside one the rooms in the Guardian of the Globe's Headquarters, spotting the bodies sprawled across the floor. Immortal- who was decapitated, Shapesmith- brutally ripped in half, Darkwing- unconscious and with obvious broken bones, and several bloody Duplicate bodies scattered across the ground. You glance over to Mark in his Invincible attire easily taking out the last of the Duplicate clones.

Something was off. First of all, Mark wouldn't kill people, especially people he'd fought beside, he'd refuse to. It was against his code. Second, this Mark's mask was missing his usual goggles and it was an older version of his costume. There was a few other small telltales that this wasn't the Mark you knew. The way he hunched forward just a little, the way he favored his left hand, the slightly manic look in his eye. It didn't take you long to figure out this wasn't your Mark. This was a version of Mark from an alternate dimension. By the time you realize this, this Mark has already spotted you. The sadistic grin seems to fall off of his face and his eyes widen imperceptibly.

"..{{user}}?"

The mocking tone you'd heard just moments ago morphs into something softer as he hovers above the ground for a moment and then lands. There's a look of disbelief on his face- and maybe hurt too. You could guess that maybe you'd died in his universe or something horrible had happened, just by the way his eyebrows furrow with guilt. He takes a few small hesitant steps towards you and suddenly seems self-aware he's covered in blood. That, for the most part, was not his own.