This follows the details and plot history of "Mirror," and can be considered as a sequel--except the rebuilding of Wayne Manor--and is set in season 5 of Smallville. Okay, got that straight? :D I hope you enjoy! Please review!
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Broken Mirror
Lex Luthor woke up at the sound of a powerful engine roaring up into his drive. He jerked into a sitting position, shooting a glance at the clock. It was near five in the morning. His heartbeat accelerated, and he slid out of bed, his feet soundlessly hitting the floor. His hand wandered toward his dark bedside table, his fingers closing around the cold metal of a handgun. He he slipped toward his room and out his door, his gaze darting up and down the dim hall. He knew his security would be on top of it--but having been double-crossed more than once by his own employees, he preferred to largely take care of himself. Especially tonight.
All evening, he had been peppered with information from the radio, television and telephone calls about the disaster in Gotham City--about the deranged psychopath known only as the "Joker," who had managed to turn it from merely a city infested with crime and corruption to a literal hell on earth.
And Lex had also heard of the Joker's resistance: the caped crusader called Batman, and that he could quite possibly be just as dangerous and as insane as the Joker himself--and he was on the loose. Needless to say, Lex's sleep hadn't exactly been peaceful.
He heard footsteps downstairs, and hurried down the steps himself.
"Hold it, James," he commanded when one of his men made for the door.
"But sir--"
"I said hold it," Lex snapped. He hit the main floor and strode toward the door. He peered through the window, but could not see much--not even car lights. Swallowing and clenching his jaw, Lex opened the door. It squeaked on its hinges.
"Hello?" he called, keeping his voice strong. His voice echoed over the lawn. "Who's out there?"
No one answered. Then, Lex heard the sound of a body thudding to the ground. His eyes flashed.
"James--flashlight." He reached behind him, not taking his eyes from the darkness outside. The cold handle of a flashlight slapped into his palm. He took it, switched it on and trotted out into the darkness. The beam of the light he held bounced along the driveway as he ran.
He slowed. The beam caught a long vehicle that had a massive wheel at each end. As he looked at it longer, it appeared to be a thick, muscular motorcycle unlike any he had ever seen. It was riddled with dents and bullet holes. Increasingly alarmed, he hurried around it--then jerked to a halt.
Lying there in the white halo of Lex's flashlight was a broad-shouldered figure dressed entirely in black. He wore a long, black cape that rippled over the ground like obsidian water. The man lay on his side, his back to Lex, but Lex could see that he wore a strange helmet that seemed to bear upward-pointing horns or ears.
Quickly, Lex knelt down and reached out to grab the man's shoulder. The material beneath his fingers felt like heavy plastic, or some sort of kevlar. Swallowing, Lex shook him.
"Hey," He tightened his grip. There was no response. He was injured. Scooting closer, Lex gently tugged on that shoulder until the man flopped limply over onto his back. Lex stared. The man wore an animal-like mask, an entire suit of black kevlar and an intricate utility belt. Squinting, Lex reached out to touch him, and his hand met warm liquid. Jerking his hand back and shining his light on it, he saw that his fingers were covered in blood. Going cold, Lex gazed back down at the bleeding chest piece, the center of which bore the body and outstretched wings of a fearsome flying beast--the symbol of Gotham's Dark Knight.
Batman.
TBC