Bruce opened his eyes, looked around and couldn't see anything. All he saw was the darkness. But then a figure emerged. Bruce was sure he was seeing a ghost. He saw this man die before his eyes. He went to his funeral. But his eye's did not betray him. He was looking into the face of Superman.

"It's been a long time." Clark said with a smile on his face. He was wearing the same suit he wore when the Doomsday creature killed him.

Bruce was lost for words. "You're dead." He spat out.

"Well not exactly." Clark said with a chuckle.

"My ass! Where the hell have you been for the past 3 years?" Bruce asked.

Clark looked up at him with a surprised look. "Has it really been that long?... Wow." He said with a hint of sadness across his face.

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked.

"I'm here to warn you."

"About what?"

"About me."

Bruce took a step back. "What are talking about?"

"Something's going to happen Bruce. Something big and something bad. And when it does, you must stop me. You must kill me." Clark said.

Bruce was shocked to hear these words coming from Superman. "I can't. I know now you're not a threat. I understand that you stand... you stood for truth and Justice."

"Oh sure. Now you have a problem killing me." Clark said in anger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bruce demanded to know.

"Look Bruce, promise me. Promise me that you will do whatever it takes to stop me." Clark pleaded.

Bruce turned his back to him and shook his head. "What happen's if i don't?" Bruce asked as he turned around to see Superman again. But now he looked different. His suit wasn't blue and red anymore, it was Black and silver. His hair was longer and he had a beard.

"Then the world is doomed." Clark answered as his eyes glowed a menacing red. He then shot a red beam into Bruce's face.

Bruce gasped as he woke up. He sat up and looked around. He took deep breaths. He grabbed his face to make sure it wasn't melting. He wasn't sure what just happened. It was dark in his bedroom. But he could still see his beautiful girlfriend laying next to him. She opened her eyes and sat up.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"Another bad dream?"

"Not exactly."

"Bruce, what was it?" she asked annoyed.

He let out a sigh. "I saw him."

"Who?"

"Superman. It was him. I was talking to him. It was as clear as me talking to you right now."

"Bruce... Superman, is dead. He died helping us kill that creature. It was just a dream."

"Diana, listen to me. It was him. He was warning me."

"About what? About who?"

Bruce paused for a second. "About himself."

Just then, they heard a loud bang. The house shook as something crashed outside the house. Diana and Bruce quickly went to see what it was. When they got outside they saw a large crater in the ground. Batman knelled beside the crater and shook his head. Diana knelled beside him and starred in awe at the man that lay in the crater.

"Still think it was just a dream?" Bruce asked.

Diana shook her head. They both starred at the man of steel as he lay unconscious in the hole. Clark was wearing a Silver and Black suit. He had long hair and a beard.

"Let's get him to the cave."

Clark opened his eyes and looked around. He was laying on a table. He looked over and saw Bruce.

"You're awake." Bruce said.

Clark then grabbed Bruce by the throat and lifted him off of his feet. "Where am i?" He growled.

"Clark, it's me." Bruce said gasping for air.

"Let him go now!" Diana demanded holding her sword to his throat.

"Who are you people?" Clark asked still holding Bruce tightly by his neck.

"We're your friends Clark. We helped you fight the creature." Diana said.

Clark starred coldly into Bruce's eyes.

"Clark, i'm the one that saved... Martha." Bruce said still struggling for air.

Clark then remembered his mother. "Martha." Clark whispered as he let go of Bruce's throat. Bruce collapsed to the ground holding his neck gasping for air. Diana sheathed her sword and rushed over to check on him. Clark memories began to come back to him. From his days on the farm to his death at the hands of Lex Luthors monster.

He looked over at Bruce as Diana helped him to his feet. He had a red mark on his neck from Clark's tight grip around it.

"Are you okay?" Clark asked.

"Never better." Bruce replied.

"I'm sorry Bruce and... Well i never got your name." Clark said.

"My name is Diana, Princess of Themyscira. But the people have come to know me as Wonder Woman." She answered.

Clark smiled. "It's nice to meet you. I'm..."

"Clark Kent. Superman we know who you are." Bruce groaned as he walked over to his computer.

Clark followed him. "Can i ask you something?"

"You want to ask me something? That's interesting because i have a lot of questions for you. Such as, where the hell have you been? You died!" Bruce shrieked.

"It's not really that simple. That's entirely what happened."

Bruce drove his fist into his computer screen and broke it. "What the hell are you talking about? I watched it happen! I saw what happened! Don't tell me it didn't happen!"

Diana placed her hand on Bruce's shoulder. It was her silent way of trying to calm down him whenever he got angry. He always found comfort when she touched him. Bruce let out a heavy sigh.

"What is your question?" Bruce asked.

"Is Lois okay?" Clark asked worried.

"Well that's a tough question to answer."

"What do you mean? What's happened?"

"Well after you died, she became depressed. She still works for the Daily Planet and she is still healthy. But she is not a happy person. Kind of a hateful loner actually." Bruce answered.

"Kind of like someone i know." Diana quipped.

Bruce shot her an annoyed glare. Diana replied with a smirk. She loved pushing Bruce's buttons.

"I need to see her." Clark said as he walked away.

"Hang on a goddamn second! I still have a lot of questions for you!" Bruce barked.

"I'll answer them later! I need to see Lois." Clark said as he blasted off and flew away.

"Son of a bitch!" Bruce growled.

Diana and Bruce starred at each other not sure what to say.

"Did any of that seem weird to you?" Bruce asked.

Diana shot a glare at him. "A super powered alien just returned from the grave. He crashed into the yard left a crater outside. He almost broke your neck and refused to answer your questions. I'd say every second of that seemed a little more than weird."

Bruce sat down and shook his head.

"What are you thinking?" She asked.

"I'm worried i may just have to fight him again. And this time... I just might have to kill him." Bruce said looking away from her.

"Why would you have to kill him?" She asked again this time with a hint of worry in her voice.

Bruce looked at her with a cold expression on his face.

"Because he told me to."

TO BE CONTINUED!