Long ago, in a place that probably wasn't too far away, there lived a man of awesome power. He was called the "Fusionist" because of his special ability to mix any two things.
But sadly, no one took the Fusionist seriously. He really didn't know why when he had given the people such wonderful things like the spork and pb&j sandwiches. So the Fusionist turned to the dark side of his amazing power: living fusion.
This aspect of the Fusionist's power was quite strange. When he used it, the two beings or inanimate object and being were combined, though the results were never really the same. He never got to fully test this aspect of his power before the population caught on (afterall, he did use them for his experiments). The people tried the Fusionist and sentenced him to death for his treachery, but not before one final act: a fusion. Before the angry mob could reach his estate, the Fusionist summoned all of his power to fuse his power with his favorite clothing article: his gloves. He hid them away before he was taken, leaving thier discovery to someone, well, luckier than he hand been.