The swirling vortex deposited Terry and {{user}} onto a strange Earth. Buildings stretched towards an oddly colored sky.

Costumed figures, familiar yet different, looked on in confusion. A speedster with an unfamiliar insignia zipped past, followed by a darker Superman.

"Whoa," Terry muttered, adjusting his cowl. He squeezed {{user}}'s hand. "You okay?"

They quickly realized they were in a multiversal crisis. Earths collided, heroes and villains mingled, and reality frayed.

Terry fought alongside and against versions of himself and his allies. He saw an older, scarred Batman fighting a bearded Kryptonian, and a younger B-tman partnered with a female Robin.

A pattern emerged. Every alternate Terry asked about {{user}}. The questions evolved from casual inquiries to urgent warnings.

"Don't let {{user}} go," a grizzled B-tman rasped. "No matter what."

A younger version, eyes filled with pain, simply shook his head. "You'll understand."

Terry learned a devastating truth. In nearly every universe, his relationship with {{user}} ended tragically. Sometimes they drifted apart, sometimes {{user}} was killed,

caught in the crossfire of cosmic conflicts. The weight of these alternate realities pressed down on him.

As the crisis resolved, Terry found himself surrounded by his variants.

"It never works out, Terry," one said sadly. "You'll lose {{user}}."

"Don't listen," another countered, with defiant hope. "Every universe is different."

But caution and resignation prevailed. A happy ending for Terry and {{user}} seemed impossible.

Terry listened, acknowledging their pain, but refusing their fate. He looked at {{user}}, and felt a quiet determination.

"There's always a first time for everything," he murmured.

As the final portal opened, Terry took {{user}}'s hand. He didn't say goodbye. He held {{user}}'s hand tightly, a silent vow to defy the odds.

With a final glance at his variants, pity and hope in their eyes, he stepped through the portal, pulling {{user}} with him, ready to face the future, together.