A/N: I've been obsessed with comics for forever and right now I've been shipping Batman/Superman. God I love that pairing. It's just...DUH WINNING! So I got this idea the other day and I was just gonna make it a oneshot but then me and my roommate just kept talking about it and this is what happened. ._.

Derp, here you go.

It was a glorious day

Ein

In the beginning, Supes were the ban of human existence. They were a stain on society. They were the worst of the worst. They threatened the law. They threatened the very government everybody followed. They were a danger to normal humans. When the first vigilantes showed up, people were a little concerned, but when the meta-humans and super aliens showed up, people began to fear. The law reacted to that fear. The fundamentalist fueled that fear. The government solved that fear.

Being a Superhero was banned, punishable by a long jail sentence or death.

That's when the villains struck. They followed no man's rules. They ruled by fear and terror. Nobody could stop them. Not the police. Not the fundamentalist. Not the government.

But the Supes could.

They ignored the ban, fought against the villains, saved people from hostage situations, and rescued kittens from trees.

Slowly the law enforcement became lenient, pretending that the vigilante wasn't there. Grudgingly the fundamentalist stopped their bible thumping and grumbled out the side of their mouths. Finally the government lifted the law banning Supes.

"And today, today is the one year anniversary of the lifting of that ban. Today, we are celebrating all Superheroes. Americans left and right are shaking the hands of their local heroes. Here in our own city, Animus City, we give thanks to the most arrogant dick jackass of all heroes The Aquila and his sidekicks The Eagle and Falconboy, oh sorry, The Falcon. Now back to the dumbass bitch Aquila-"

"Malik," a quiet voice called.

"What!" Malik snapped. He jerked his head up to look at the hunched figure of his coworker. Altair was so dorky. He wore big black framed glasses, an oversized sweater that he wore because the office was too chilly, and slacks that allowed you to see the patterned dress socks he wore with his scuffed loafers. He was also adorable. Dorky and adorable.

"You're doing it again," Altair answered handing Malik a cup of stemming coffee. Malik closed his eyes and sighed. He raised his right arm – his only arm – for the cup of coffee. "I'm sorry for snapping at you Altair. I'm just irritated and I don't want to write this paper. Fuckin' Shawn took the story I wanted."

Altair set at the desk across from Malik, "Well, what is your paper about?" Malik scowled at the screen, looking at the words the Dragon program on his computer typed for him. "I have to write my story on the stupid Aquila."

"Oh." Altair said, a frown pulling at his full lips and his eyes a deep brown behind his glasses. Malik wanted to kiss it better, but instead he rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth. "Stop it with the puppy dog eyes! You make me feel like an ass."

Altair spluttered, "No! That wasn't my intention at all!"

Malik laughed, "Alright, calm down Novice. I'm only yankin' your chain."

Altair blushed, "I would never make jokes about you like that Malik." Malik chuckled.

"Well aren't you sweet." He mumbled, getting back to work. He back spaced all the unsavory (but true) words he wrote about Animus City's greatest hero, The Aquila, and got serious.

"He's still in there!"

The pain in his arm, he couldn't tell which arm, was excruciating. It felt as if it was on fire. It was on fire. Everything was on fire. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, and he was so scared. Oh so fucking scared. You always thought that if you were ever in a situation like this, you would know what to do. 'Well if I was her, I would just do this.'

And he is 'her'. He is in this situation and he doesn't know what to do.

"He's still in there! What are you doin'?"

What would you do if your apartment was on fire? What would you do? What would you do? What would you do?

You couldn't do anything. He couldn't do anything.

"Leave me! Get him!"

He couldn't do anything.

They couldn't do anything.

He couldn't do anything.

But He could.

But he was too late.

No!

"No!" An anguished cry.

"I'm sorry." A dispassionate voice.

"We're sorry." An automatic response.

"We're sorry." A clinical response.

"We're sorry." A sympathetic response.

Sorry for what? Why are you sorry? Why are you sorry? Why are you sorry? Why are you sorry? Why are you sorry?

Dissection of a question that will never be answered. Can't be answered. He doesn't want an answer because it doesn't matter.

"I hate you!" I hate you! I hate you! I hate you I hate you

I hate myself.

"Malik!" A voice shouted next to him. Malik snapped out of whatever trance he fell in and jerked his head in the direction of the shout. It was Altair standing next to him with a concern look on his face.

"You good man? I've been calling your name for the past two minutes and I sit right across from you."

Malik shook his head. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly.

He nodded, "Yeah, just spaced out for a minute. What do you want?"

Altair didn't look convinced. "Well, it's lunchtime and I was wondering if you wanted to go eat."

Malik closed his laptop, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Where are we going again? Didn't you want to try a new place?"

Altair smiled, the smile that always made the secret girl in Malik squeal in glee. "Yeah, I wanted to try out that restaurant called Sahara."

Malik smirked, "Oh, you mean the Arabic one? You're trying to get back into your roots, halfling?"

Altair mock scowled, "Uh, whatever dude. I just thought you might like it so I said 'Hey, Malik eats this stuff, so why not give it a try.' I'm being considerate man." Malik always thought Altair was adorable when he got like this. Trying to sound all assertive and not a nerd.

"As long as they have good hummus," Malik shrugged.

"Hummus? What's hummus?"

"My God."

So tell me what you guys think. I could keep going if you want.