The Titanic
The elderly lion lay flat on the floor, clutching his face in pain. The rest of the group was baffled... having no idea what to make of the events that just unfolded. One second, Ace had been dragging Lotus to the number 9 door, and the next, a mysterious visitor clad in robotic armor descended from the heavens and ripped the antagonist's eyes out, screaming about justice and pancakes and lingerie and other such nonsense.
The bit about lingerie was especially confusing to Junpei. He briefly pondered if this bizarre individual was a manifestation of some of his stranger fantasies... or perhaps he was staring at a mirror image of how he fancied himself. Bold, heroic... and just a little... edgy. Yes, that was a fitting word.
"So, uh..." Junpei began, unsure of how to properly make the transition from whatever just happened into a proper conversation. "Thanks, I guess...? That guy was kind of making things hard for us, but... just who the hell are you, and where did you come from?"
The person in the robotic suit removed the head of the costume and turned away as they spoke to the others, their long black hair being the only trait anyone could make out. "You may refer to me as Justice Robo. Or Robo Justice, if the lot of you are American. I can't tell from here."
"I guess that's Robo Justice for us, then. My name is Junpei Tenmyouji, and I'm the biggest American badass that ever walked planet Earth."
The mysterious figure stifled a laugh, coughed, and then tried really hard to focus on what they were currently doing.
"...And what the hell's so funny?" Junpei asked the stranger, knowing full well how ridiculous his past statement was.
"...Nothing, sir." The figure replied, placing the helmet back on their head before anyone could see their face. "Absolutely nothing."
"Riiight." Junpei threw his hands up, not wanting to press the matter further. There were more serious issues at hand. "So, exactly how the hell did you..."
"Would you believe, magic?" The figure assertively put their hands on their hips, hoping to convince the great American hero.
"No. No, I would not." Junpei quickly replied, having none of it.
"...I thought not. Let's just simplify it. A hero of justice is capable of a great many things. Transferring over two stranded ships is nothing but a stunt to a truly successful actor. Even to one who can't see."
Junpei was not impressed with the explanation. It was just about the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.
"...What the HELL kind of answer is that?!" Junpei demanded. Perhaps it wasn't truly important HOW their savior had arrived, but all the same.
"The kind you get when the author is a lazy bum who can't be bothered to muster up even a somewhat believable explanation for this atrocious crossover." The figure winked at Junpei, knowing their argument was flawless. To them, it was, at least.
The entire group stared at shock and bewilderment, almost as if the person standing before them had completely lost the plot.
Maybe they had. Maybe this was nothing but one hell of an acid trip. Or one of those bizarre scenes that plays out in a person's mind as their brain shuts down... maybe the one called Justice Robo really was crazy.
Or maybe everybody else was.
It didn't really matter, anymore.
"Never mind. The important thing is, I accomplished what I set out to do." The stranger laid his eyes... well, not HIS eyes. The eyes of the man he had just mauled half to death, and placed back into his own eye sockets. The procedure had somehow worked and restored their sight. Which made no sense at all. There was absolutely no science backing that procedure, and it would only work in a cheesy action movie.
But Osuji's entire life was a cheesy action movie. So really, who was surprised anymore? Before bidding the group of people he was able to see farewell, he thought he noticed something... odd, to say the least. One of the faces looked familiar. And it really shouldn't have.
"Hazuki? How in god's name did you follow me? And why? Smashing jacket, by the way. You look ravishing in it, if I do say so myself."
The blind man stepped back, absolutely baffled, and almost threatened by the absurd statement. The young girl with pink pigtails grabbed his arm and hid behind him, clearly uncomfortable around the crazy person who had just called her brother by a name she'd never heard before in her life.
The figure scratched their head, and chuckled. Ooookay, then. Something had gone terribly wrong there. They weren't sure what, exactly, but it seemed prudent to bail before embarassing themselves further and causing an even bigger scene,
"Riiiight, then... I think we've shared enough awkward moments together... do allow me to go back the way I came?" Before anybody could object, Osuji soared out of the Titanic on the rocket jets of Robo Justice... Justice Robo, for the Americans... er... wasn't that the other way around?
Oh, forget it.
Justice in Robotic Form soared through the hole it left in the ceiling of the Titanic, on their way back to where they belonged, the S.S. Despair. Where they would likely remain, forever. This version of them, at least.
...Osuji did notice something strange, however. It wasn't just the one in fancy clothing that bore a striking resemblance to Hazuki. The entire group looked like Hazuki. Even those who didn't have a form remotely close to her body type, such as the large man and the tall woman in rather revealing clothing.
What a horribly odd coincidence that was. But it would all be fine with the world, as soon as the Hero of Justice had their coffee.