(Prescene - Mysterio - a desperate back story)

Mysterio had always been a master of illusion, a maestro of trickery, but in the dimly lit chamber hidden deep within an abandoned theater, he was on the cusp of something far greater.

For years, his attempts to thwart Spider-Man had been met with humiliating defeats, and he had grown tired of being the perennial loser in their ongoing battle.

But Mysterio was not one to be deterred by failure (at least not this time). He had become a man of boundless ambition and a thirst for power that could never be quenched.

He was delving deep into the arcane and mystical arts, seeking to harness forces beyond mortal comprehension. And at long last, he believed he was on the verge of mastering them.

The chamber was filled with an eerie glow as Mysterio stood at the center of a complex array of mystical symbols etched into the floor.

The walls had ancient scrolls and tomes, their pages filled with incantations and rituals that promised untold power.

At last, he would make his illusions real by making them using magic. And spiderman would be no match for him.

Mysterio's gleaming suit, which had once been a mere costume for his illusions, still remained mundane as it awaited to pulse with energy.

His helmet, with its swirling smoke and eerie green glow, had been modified to channel the mystical forces he sought to control. It was a sight to behold, a fusion of technology and magic that was as beautiful as it was menacing, but not yet intertwined.

With a flourish of his cape, Mysterio raised his arms, and the chamber seemed to come alive.

Candles surrounded him, their flames burning with an unnatural intensity. The air seemed to crackle with energy, and the very walls of the chamber seemed to pulse with a life of their own.

Mysterio had spent some time studying ancient texts and consulting with mystics in hidden corners of the world.

He had stolen relics of power and performed unspeakable rituals to unlock the secrets of the mystic arts. And now, he was ready to unleash that power upon the world.

His first act would be to exact his revenge on Spider-Man, to finally prove himself superior to the wall-crawling menace who had humiliated him time and time again.

As he chanted incantations in a language long forgotten by most, the chamber began to tremble. Shadows danced on the walls, and the very ground beneath him seemed to shift and warp.

Mysterio's concentration was wavering, however, as he tapped into the mystical energies that swirled around him.

But just as he was on the precipice of a breakthrough, a sudden disturbance rocked the chamber. The air grew cold, and a chilling wind swept through the room. Mysterio's concentration wavered completely, and he struggled to maintain control.

And then, it happened. A portal, not of his making, tore open before him. It was a swirling vortex of energy, a gateway to realms unknown. Mysterio's eyes widened behind his helmet as he marveled at what he thought was his creation.

(Greenpoint)

Okay, Mysterio was in DC. The infamous spiderman villain whose attempts at thwarting spiderman had been met with humiliating defeats every single time.

If he meant to engage us in theatrics, he definitely wasn't a match for any of us.

But one thing was clear, crossovers were certainly happening in Greenpoint. I wondered how many of these crossovers had Zatanna experienced so far.

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As Mysterio surveyed his new surroundings, his gleaming suit glowed, and the swirling smoke within his helmet intensified.

After an attempt at trying what I thought was an attempt at magic, he began to conjure illusions that danced and swirled around him, creating a kaleidoscope of phantoms and fantastical landscapes.

This was second nature to him, rather than mumbling mystical enchantments he hadn't quite mastered yet.

"Why would he engage us so quickly?" I asked myself, however.

It was as though he already had a plan for this exact moment. As if he was somehow aware of where he was and what he needed to do.

Zatanna, wasted no time in responding to Mysterio's theatrics. With a graceful wave of her hand, she uttered incantations that cut through the illusionary fog like a blade.

Her sapphire eyes blazed with power as she revealed the truth behind Mysterio's tricks, dispelling the false images and revealing the figure beneath.

Manhunter, maintained his focus on Mysterio, his emerald eyes locked onto the illusionist. His Martian abilities allowed him to see through the illusions more clearly than anyone else, and he was ready to intervene at a moment's notice.

As for me, I tapped into the wellspring of mystic knowledge within me. With a flick of my fingers and a whispered spell, I summoned protective wards that shielded us from Mysterio's illusions.

My knowledge of the mystic arts, combined with the power of comics, gave me a unique advantage in countering Mysterio's tricks.

Mysterio, realizing that his illusions were unraveling before the might of Zatanna, Manhunter, and myself, grew increasingly desperate.

He tried to summon forth more elaborate and fantastical illusions, but each one was effortlessly dispelled by our combined magical prowess.

Zatanna's spells danced through the air, forming intricate patterns of light that disrupted Mysterio's illusions.

She chanted incantations in reverse, causing the very fabric of reality to twist and bend to her will. Mysterio's illusions twisted and contorted, collapsing in on themselves as if they were mere smoke and mirrors.

Manhunter, using his telepathic abilities, attempted to delve into Mysterio's mind to understand the true extent of his powers.

However, he encountered a chaotic jumble of thoughts and delusions, making it clear that Mysterio's mind was as elusive as his illusions.

I took a different approach. I reached deep into the mystical energies surrounding us, tapping into the energies of this multiverse.

With a surge of power, I summoned forth the Eye of Agamotto, its radiant light piercing through Mysterio's deceptions.

The Eye revealed Mysterio's true form, a man in a high-tech suit with a fishbowl helmet. He stumbled back, disoriented and exposed, as the illusions shattered around him.

It became evident that his mastery of illusion was no match for the combined magical might of Zatanna, Manhunter, and myself.

Zatanna, her confidence unwavering, raised her hand, and Mysterio's staff was wrenched from his grasp, floating in the air before her.

The green crystal orb at its tip pulsed with captured energy, a testament to Mysterio's attempts to harness mystic forces beyond his understanding.

"You may be a master of deception, but you've ventured into a realm far beyond your comprehension," Zatanna declared with authority.

"I don't detect any mystical forces in this meager form you possess. You're not a sorcerer, like the rest." She added.

Manhunter stepped forward, his Martian form shifting to an imposing height. "Your illusions won't protect you anymore."

"What's his name, Doctor Strange?" He asked me, challenging my "ability to know names".

"He goes by Mysterio, but his real name is Quentin Beck," I replied. I was getting better and better at lying.

Mysterio, now stripped of his illusions and with his identity revealed, looked defeated and outmatched. Surprised too, that someone knew who he was.

I approached Mysterio, my eyes glowing with the power of the mystic arts. "How did you get here?"

Mysterio, cornered and defeated, could do little more than fumble for words within his fishbowl helmet. His attempts to escape were met with mystic barriers erected by Zatanna, sealing him within a cage of shimmering energy.

The illusionist had been unmasked, his illusions shattered, and his misguided attempt to harness mystic forces thwarted.

It was clear that he had not anticipated this level of resistance, and his clumsiness in the face of true magic had been exposed.

With Mysterio captured and his illusions dispelled, the eerie energy that had permeated Greenpoint began to dissipate. The cobblestone streets returned to their tranquil state, and the distant chanting faded into silence.

Zatanna lowered her hand, the captured staff floating gently to the ground. "I have caught another one. We should expect more portals and beings."

Manhunter maintained a watchful gaze over the defeated illusionist. "We should find out what he was truly after in Greenpoint and how he managed to open a portal here."

"Already enthusiastic to help...good." Zatanna said.

I nodded in agreement, wondering when I would get out of this delicate baby sitting and go out for adventures on my own.

How much further did I need to prove myself to everyone here in DC that I wasn't a bad guy. There was so much I wanted to do here.

(Zatanna's Mystic Prison)

Zatanna, with her mastery of magic had created a mystic prison within a pocket dimension hidden from the eyes of the world.

It was a place where the boundaries between realities blurred, and only those with knowledge of its existence could access it.

Within this mystical prison, she had confined two others, individuals who had inadvertently opened portal to the world of Greenpoint with mysterious magic signals, much like Mysterio.

As Mysterio was brought to this prison, he found himself in a realm of shifting illusions and kaleidoscopic landscapes. It was as if his tricks were being played against him.

The very fabric of reality here was unstable, making it impossible for him to conjure his usual illusions. It was a place where the rules of magic and perception were entirely under Zatanna's control.

The two others, strangers to one another, were held in separate sections of the mystical prison. They had been bewildered and disoriented when they first arrived in Greenpoint, and Zatanna had deemed it necessary to keep them isolated until their true origins and intentions could be ascertained.

These two were individuals who had somehow crossed the dimensional boundaries through portals, bringing with them their own unique abilities and knowledge.

Their presence in Greenpoint had disrupted the delicate balance of magic, and Zatanna had taken it upon herself to ensure that they posed no threat to this mystic sanctuary.

As Zatanna placed Mysterio within a designated cell, the boundaries of his confinement shifted and solidified, sealing him away from the outside world. He could do nothing but watch as the mystic energies of the prison held him captive.

Zatanna turned her attention to the two other crossovers, her sapphire eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

She wanted to know what they were doing here, and what mysterious force was bringing them.

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A/N:

That was close!😂 Mysterio almost came close to beating spiderman. Who are the other two? Got any ideas?

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