Crisis (DC Comics) - "Crisis Times Five"

"Crisis Times Five"

The JLA and JSA fight an invasion from the fifth dimension.

Yz (the magical Thunderbolt partner to Johnny Thunder) is accidentally passed to Jakeem Williams by Jay Garrick while signing autographs, who accidentally discovers its powers. Meanwhile, another djinn named Lkz ends up in the hands of a destitute Triumph, who gives Lkz the world to play in, in exchange for becoming Triumph again. The two djinn meet and begin to fight, warping reality around them. Captain Marvel and Kyle Rayner journey to the 5th dimension, where it is revealed that the war between Yz and Lkz were machinations set in motion by Qwsp. Kyle appeals to Gsptlsnz, saying that she can stop the "war between the colors" by getting the pink Yz and blue Lkz to mix. Gsptlsnz listens, mostly because she fears that if the 3rd dimension (where her husband Mr. Mxyzptlk likes to make mischief) is destroyed, he may never leave the house again. Captain Marvel passes the message to Yz, who mixes himself with Lkz with the word "Ylzkz". Gsptlsnz and a few other imps arrest Qwsp for his crimes. With the djinn out of the way, the combined efforts of the JLA and JSA stop Triumph, whose final justice is dealt out by a reawakened Spectre.

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