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{Fanfiction: DC}

Prompt: Your doorbell rings and it's a person from an alternate universe. "I just want you to know that you are my favorite book character and I know how it ends and I wanna change it."

Extra: The person who rings the doorbell is your favorite book character.

The ringing of my doorbell wasn't strange, regardless of the fact I had no idea who would be visiting me. I sighed heavily thinking of the possibilities: more than likely, solicitors. The only ones worth my time were Girl Scouts but they stopped knocking on doors a long time ago. I practiced my "I'm not interested" look before opening the door.

The man who stood inches from me was the shocks of all shocks. Well, was it fair to call him a man? Either way, I had to be dreaming or whoever it was had the best makeup artist this side of the Mississippi. Someone who looked like Martian Manhunter stared back at me.

No, this was real but how? His red eyes gleamed at me, as though he was in awe, and a small smile appeared on his face. "Jamila?" his voice wasn't what I expected but then again, he wasn't supposed to be real and had been voiced by several in cartoons and on TV. It still was deep and soothing, enough to make me gawk.

"Y-Yes?"

"Oh, you are exactly how I imagined."

"I'm sorry, what?" this was a prank. I didn't know how it was done but that was the only explanation for what I was looking at: a prank.

Whoever was dressed up as J'onn J'onzz smiled and held up a book entitled simply Jamila. "You... of all the books I have ever read, you are my favorite character. I have traveled over several dimensions not only to tell you that but–" his hesitation wasn't left unnoticed and it put me more on my toes. "I know how it ends... and I want to change it."

I had to really think of the day's date. No, it wasn't April Fool's, which was actually a week ago. Did people still pull pranks a week afterward? Leading up to, I understood but the joker's holiday had passed. Who would pull a joke this elaborate on me? To be fair, if someone knew me, they knew I was a serious, diehard Martian fan. Was this the actual actor who portrayed him on TV? Who loved me that much to get him all the way out here, in costume, saying something like that?

Instinctively, I reached out to feel how fake the costume was but I had no idea how to take it all in. It didn't feel fake yet it didn't feel real, either. I reached up to touch his skin, maybe to rub the makeup off.

Once I touched his cheek, I couldn't help myself: the feeling was like no other. The green didn't smudge and he took in a small gasp as I pinched him. "Oh, my God. Y-Y-You're... real...?"

"I imagine that it is a bit of a shock. I'm sure this world has no Martians or other aliens for that matter, roaming aroun–"

"Jesus-fucking-Christ, it is you. You're real!"

"Y-You've heard of me? Impossible..." J'onn eyed me. I didn't know why I wasn't screaming. Maybe because part of me knew for sure I was dreaming. In reality, I had nodded off on the couch. At any moment, I would wake up, pouting that it was just a dream. "Oh, you believe you're dreaming. Believe me, I've wanted to pinch myself several times as well."

"F-Fuck. I'm not dreaming." I realized. My feet had a mind of their own and I went to my bookshelf, grabbing one of the comic books.

When I turned, I saw that J'onn let himself in but was more concerned with his surroundings. "Fascinating. Everything is just as it is in the book. What's this?" he finally looked at me, rather, at the book and I showed him.

"You're my favorite character as well," I added to his shock when I pulled the sleeve of my shirt up, revealing the Martian tattoo on my forearm.

"M-Moons of Mars," he stopped studying the book and grabbed my wrist. "That is... me. A lot less clothing that I like but, oh. That is... you marked yourself with my symbol?" I had turned and lifted my dreadlocks, revealing the other Martian Manhunter tattoo. I shivered as his fingers traced the tattoo but turned around to see his expression.

"I'm a huge fan. But, what was that you said earlier? You want to change my ending?"

"Yes. I'm very dissatisfied with the ending. I... suppose you wouldn't want me to go into details."

"Definitely not."

"Good. Do you, do you know how my story ends?"

"It's... complicated. All of you guys are just comic book characters to us. So, stories have been revamped and modernized throughout the years. Like, your backstory, for example. I know of three different ones. Can I ask you one thing?"

"You can ask me anything you like."

"Are you still a founding member of the Justice League?"

"I am a Justice League member?" his red eyes widened.

"Damnit. Well, you were until the latest revamp, which pissed me off so badly. Looks like your dimension is based off the revamp. There is so much to tell you."

"I was thinking the same." He gave me a warm smile and nod.