A/N: This fan fiction is a sequel to Injustice. So if you haven’t read Injustice, you won’t understand this story (basically it leaves off from the epilogue, so if you just read that, you’ll understand where I am starting from). I actually wasn’t going to write this, but what the heck.
Summary: This story takes place almost a year after Injustice. Superman and the Justice League are doing their best to keep Metropolis safe, but when tragedy strikes, the team must lean on each other while facing their inner most demons.
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CHAPTER ONE
FLOATING JUST ABOVE the Daily Planet Globe, Superman watched as the people below were finishing up their last minute chores before heading home and calling it a night. The sounds of the large city comforted him as he listened, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary or no one needed his help. In a few more hours, he would call it a night and head home to Lois, who had been spending a lot more time with his mother, learning how to cook home-made meals. He had made the mistake once to joke with Chloe about Lois becoming domesticated. Not only did he have to sleep on the couch, but he couldn’t taste the meal that Lois had prepared for Chloe, Bart and his mother, which apparently tasted as good as it smelt (not that he needed to eat, anyway).
Actually, when he got to thinking about it, his relationship with Lois was stronger than ever, and he was planning on proposing to her sometime after Bart and Chloe’s wedding which was coming up, even though Lois stated many times that she was in no rush to walk down the aisle. Next week he, Oliver, AC and Victor were going to throw Bart a bachelor party, while Lois threw Chloe her bachelorette party. It was going to be a busy month for Clark Kent, and he was thankful that the crime wave in Metropolis was now at an all time low, and he knew that it was all in part to Lex Luthor being firmly placed behind bars.
He was about to fly home to Smallville, where Lois and his mother were expecting him for a late dinner, when he heard a chilling scream. Using his super-hearing he tried to pinpoint where the cry for help was coming from.
“Please,” He heard the woman beg. “Don’t hurt me.”
“It’s a little too late for that,” The man’s voice said as he cocked his gun, aiming it right at her head and then pulled the trigger, while the woman screamed, and a rush of wind hit her face.
The woman opened her eyes to see a man in blue and red standing in front of her, and a wave of relief washed over her.
“Superman,” She said gratefully.
“Superman!” The robber said angrily, and then tried to escape, which was pointless as Superman was already in front of the robber with his arms crossed.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Superman asked, hearing the sounds of the police sirens in the distance. The robber fired bullets at him, but it bounced off his chest.
“You’re kidding right?” Superman asked as he grabbed the gun out of the robber’s hand, just as the police cars pulled up to the ally way.
Lieutenant Dan Turpin was the first to step out of the car, followed by his partner, Maggie Sawyer, who made her way over to woman who was attacked and helped her off the ground.
“We got it from here, Superman,” Dan said as he took the robber and cuffed him.
“Thanks for saving me, Superman,” The woman said, just before she was led to an awaiting ambulance.
“Come on, dirt bag,” Dan said as he pushed the robber toward the patrol car. “Hey Superman, thanks for your”—Dan started to say, as he turned around to face Superman, only to notice that he was gone –“...help.”
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Lex Luthor sat down on the mattress that was supported by a stone slab and two heavy duty chains. How he longed for his silk satin sheets, and his own bed that felt as though you were sleeping on clouds. He had served 3 years out of his life sentence so far, and all this misfortune that he was now facing was all thanks to an alien from the planet Krypton, called Superman.
“Lex, you have a visitor,” One of the guards said as he took the necessary precautions to transport a prisoner to the visiting area. Lex was intrigued. The last time he had a visitor was just over two years ago, when Lana Lang forced him to sign the divorce papers.
Hands cuffed, and feet shackled, he made his way to the visitor lounge, and went toward the direction the guard was pointing. He smiled as he pulled out the seat and grabbed the phone. This certainly was a surprise.
“I never expected to see you here,” Lex laughed.
“Cut the crap Lex. You know why I’m here,” His visitor responded looking dead serious.
“No, actually, I don’t.” He watched in amusement as his visitor held up a piece of paper and placed it against the glass divider. He leaned closer to view the foreclosure notice on the Talon. The foreclosure that he approved.
“All my stuff is gone, Lex. Where did you put it?”
“Who is the unlucky man getting married to you, Chloe?” Lex asked, noticing the engagement ring on her finger, which she quickly covered.
“You had no right to take my stuff Lex.”
“I had every right Chloe, you see, the Talon is my building, and since I’m going to be spending the rest of my life in here, I have no need for it anymore.”
“Where is my stuff, Lex?!” Chloe repeated, this time with more venom in her voice.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Lex said smugly, and then hung up the phone, as the guard began to escort him back to his holding cell. He turned back to see Chloe slam her fist in the table.
It was still good to be Lex Luthor.
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Clark opened the door to his home and used his super-speed to quickly change out of his outfit and into something more comfortable. He smiled at his mother, who was warming up a dinner plate as he entered the kitchen.
“Hi sweetie,” Martha said, as Clark took a seat. “How was patrolling?”
“Just one incident tonight,” Clark responded. “Where’s Lois?”
Martha gave her son a sympathetic smile, knowing this was probably not the news he wanted to hear. “Lex Luthor foreclosed the Talon. Lois is with Chloe trying to find out where he put her stuff.”
“Even from behind bars he still manages to make our lives miserable,” Clark sighed as Martha put the plate in front of him.
“I told Chloe she is more than welcome to stay here until she and Bart find a place of their own.”
“Bart’s been preoccupied with the Justice League to look for a home in Keystone,” Clark commented, which was where Chloe and Bart were planning on living after they got married.
“With the wedding coming up, she definitely does not need this stress,” Martha added remembering how much stress her wedding to Jonathan was, and that was on a smaller scale.
“Chloe must be pissed,” Clark said.
“Lois had to move the phone away from her ear,” Martha said, which made Clark laugh, but he couldn’t help but feel responsible for Chloe’s dilemma, after all, Lex was launching a war against Superman, and if Chloe hadn’t hacked into the system out of his request to expose Luthor’s treasons, Lex would still be a free man. Although how he figured out that Chloe was responsible for hacking into the system, and still not being able to realize that Clark Kent and Superman were the same people (although that was a good thing) eluded him.
Sometimes being Superman wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.
Summary: This story takes place almost a year after Injustice. Superman and the Justice League are doing their best to keep Metropolis safe, but when tragedy strikes, the team must lean on each other while facing their inner most demons.
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CHAPTER ONE
FLOATING JUST ABOVE the Daily Planet Globe, Superman watched as the people below were finishing up their last minute chores before heading home and calling it a night. The sounds of the large city comforted him as he listened, making sure nothing was out of the ordinary or no one needed his help. In a few more hours, he would call it a night and head home to Lois, who had been spending a lot more time with his mother, learning how to cook home-made meals. He had made the mistake once to joke with Chloe about Lois becoming domesticated. Not only did he have to sleep on the couch, but he couldn’t taste the meal that Lois had prepared for Chloe, Bart and his mother, which apparently tasted as good as it smelt (not that he needed to eat, anyway).
Actually, when he got to thinking about it, his relationship with Lois was stronger than ever, and he was planning on proposing to her sometime after Bart and Chloe’s wedding which was coming up, even though Lois stated many times that she was in no rush to walk down the aisle. Next week he, Oliver, AC and Victor were going to throw Bart a bachelor party, while Lois threw Chloe her bachelorette party. It was going to be a busy month for Clark Kent, and he was thankful that the crime wave in Metropolis was now at an all time low, and he knew that it was all in part to Lex Luthor being firmly placed behind bars.
He was about to fly home to Smallville, where Lois and his mother were expecting him for a late dinner, when he heard a chilling scream. Using his super-hearing he tried to pinpoint where the cry for help was coming from.
“Please,” He heard the woman beg. “Don’t hurt me.”
“It’s a little too late for that,” The man’s voice said as he cocked his gun, aiming it right at her head and then pulled the trigger, while the woman screamed, and a rush of wind hit her face.
The woman opened her eyes to see a man in blue and red standing in front of her, and a wave of relief washed over her.
“Superman,” She said gratefully.
“Superman!” The robber said angrily, and then tried to escape, which was pointless as Superman was already in front of the robber with his arms crossed.
“Just where do you think you’re going?” Superman asked, hearing the sounds of the police sirens in the distance. The robber fired bullets at him, but it bounced off his chest.
“You’re kidding right?” Superman asked as he grabbed the gun out of the robber’s hand, just as the police cars pulled up to the ally way.
Lieutenant Dan Turpin was the first to step out of the car, followed by his partner, Maggie Sawyer, who made her way over to woman who was attacked and helped her off the ground.
“We got it from here, Superman,” Dan said as he took the robber and cuffed him.
“Thanks for saving me, Superman,” The woman said, just before she was led to an awaiting ambulance.
“Come on, dirt bag,” Dan said as he pushed the robber toward the patrol car. “Hey Superman, thanks for your”—Dan started to say, as he turned around to face Superman, only to notice that he was gone –“...help.”
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Lex Luthor sat down on the mattress that was supported by a stone slab and two heavy duty chains. How he longed for his silk satin sheets, and his own bed that felt as though you were sleeping on clouds. He had served 3 years out of his life sentence so far, and all this misfortune that he was now facing was all thanks to an alien from the planet Krypton, called Superman.
“Lex, you have a visitor,” One of the guards said as he took the necessary precautions to transport a prisoner to the visiting area. Lex was intrigued. The last time he had a visitor was just over two years ago, when Lana Lang forced him to sign the divorce papers.
Hands cuffed, and feet shackled, he made his way to the visitor lounge, and went toward the direction the guard was pointing. He smiled as he pulled out the seat and grabbed the phone. This certainly was a surprise.
“I never expected to see you here,” Lex laughed.
“Cut the crap Lex. You know why I’m here,” His visitor responded looking dead serious.
“No, actually, I don’t.” He watched in amusement as his visitor held up a piece of paper and placed it against the glass divider. He leaned closer to view the foreclosure notice on the Talon. The foreclosure that he approved.
“All my stuff is gone, Lex. Where did you put it?”
“Who is the unlucky man getting married to you, Chloe?” Lex asked, noticing the engagement ring on her finger, which she quickly covered.
“You had no right to take my stuff Lex.”
“I had every right Chloe, you see, the Talon is my building, and since I’m going to be spending the rest of my life in here, I have no need for it anymore.”
“Where is my stuff, Lex?!” Chloe repeated, this time with more venom in her voice.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Lex said smugly, and then hung up the phone, as the guard began to escort him back to his holding cell. He turned back to see Chloe slam her fist in the table.
It was still good to be Lex Luthor.
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Clark opened the door to his home and used his super-speed to quickly change out of his outfit and into something more comfortable. He smiled at his mother, who was warming up a dinner plate as he entered the kitchen.
“Hi sweetie,” Martha said, as Clark took a seat. “How was patrolling?”
“Just one incident tonight,” Clark responded. “Where’s Lois?”
Martha gave her son a sympathetic smile, knowing this was probably not the news he wanted to hear. “Lex Luthor foreclosed the Talon. Lois is with Chloe trying to find out where he put her stuff.”
“Even from behind bars he still manages to make our lives miserable,” Clark sighed as Martha put the plate in front of him.
“I told Chloe she is more than welcome to stay here until she and Bart find a place of their own.”
“Bart’s been preoccupied with the Justice League to look for a home in Keystone,” Clark commented, which was where Chloe and Bart were planning on living after they got married.
“With the wedding coming up, she definitely does not need this stress,” Martha added remembering how much stress her wedding to Jonathan was, and that was on a smaller scale.
“Chloe must be pissed,” Clark said.
“Lois had to move the phone away from her ear,” Martha said, which made Clark laugh, but he couldn’t help but feel responsible for Chloe’s dilemma, after all, Lex was launching a war against Superman, and if Chloe hadn’t hacked into the system out of his request to expose Luthor’s treasons, Lex would still be a free man. Although how he figured out that Chloe was responsible for hacking into the system, and still not being able to realize that Clark Kent and Superman were the same people (although that was a good thing) eluded him.
Sometimes being Superman wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be.
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