Hey everyone! Today "The Dark Night" hits theatres, so I figured it would be a cool day to post this new story!
I own nothing of the Batman/Superman Adventures…they belong to Bruce Timm and Warner Brothers.
Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at a Batman/Superman fanfic. Enjoy!
Summary: Superman is put in a deadly situation, leaving Metropolis unguarded from the maniacs within. Meanwhile, Luthor comes to a fascinating discovery about Gotham's Dark Knight at the same time as an old enemy returning from the "dead".
Chapter 1
A lightning bolt zipped across the Gotham skyline as a black car comes up the drive to Wayne Manor. Upon entering the front hall, immediate footsteps were heard as Tim Drake runs down the steps to meet his partner.
"Bruce, Alfred, you're back!" Tim smiled as he approached.
"It's good to see you, Master Timothy."
"How was Metropolis?"
"...It had its moments…" Bruce responded, sitting down in a chair. "Aside from almost falling to my death or almost being annihilated by a robot that I helped design, it went rather well. It turns out that Lex Luthor had teamed up with the Joker to destroy Superman."
"Wow." Tim responded. "But I thought Lex Luthor is your business partner! What's he got with the Joker?"
"It must've been something with the Kryptonite Joker stole. Luthor must have a grudge against the 'Man of Steel'. As a result, our partnership with LexCorp has been terminated."
"Does this mean no more business trips out of town?" Tim asked, a bit of a letdown in his voice.
"Do you disapprove?" Bruce asked, looking at his ward.
"I don't know…I kind of liked having the whole house to myself for the last week." Tim laughed.
Bruce gave a small smirk. "Don't get your hopes up, kiddo." He stood and moved to the window. Looking towards the city, Bruce closed his eyes and lowered his head. Tim just stared at him.
"You ok?"
"Fine…just fine."
The sun was shining brightly over the city of metropolis as a broken hearted Lois Lane walked into the Daily Planet building. Walking to her desk, she passed Jimmy Olsen and Clark Kent.
"Morning, Miss Lane," Jimmy smiled.
"Hey, Jimmy." Lois said quietly. Clark watched her walk away.
"Lois, is something wrong?"
"Clark, I'm not transferring to Gotham." She replied as she sat down at her desk.
"What happened?" Clark asked, even though he knew what happened. "Did he do something to you?"
"No, no, it's not like that. It's just…something didn't work out." Lois said. She looked up at Clark and gave a meek smile. "It looks like you'll have to put up with me some more, Smallville. No stardom for you yet."
"'Fraid so."
"OLSEN!!" boomed a voice from an upper floor.
"Oh no…I'm in trouble. Be back in a few." Jimmy said as he ran off.
When Lois was sure Jimmy was out of earshot, she leaned closer to Clark. "I loved him, Clark…I'm not even sure if I'll see him again."
"Well…," Clark began. He thought back to the previous week of his and the Dark Knight's 'partnership'. He's Bruce Wayne AND Batman…he's not going to have enough time to come back…unless he has business here; but-
"Hey Kent, you ok?" Lois asked, snapping Clark out of his thought.
"Huh? Oh, yeah…listen, Lois. About Bruce Wayne-
"Clark, please," Lois sighed and looked out the window. "You're not making me feel better…unless you have some rare magic powers to suddenly make his jet turn around and have Bruce Wayne come right through those doors. I doubt even Superman could do that."
MONTHS LATER
Five men walked into the First National Bank in downtown Metropolis and huddled into one of the corners in the back. All five men wore long coats. Only one of them wore gloves, a bandana his neck and large dark sunglasses. In the center of their huddle, the one man took out a semi-large spherical object and placed it in the palm of his hand. Nodding to the other men, he walked
to the center of the room and stood still. The other four men each went to a different teller booth. As the lines moved quickly, one of the men reached the teller.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The girl asked.
The man opened his coat to reveal a gun. "Givin' me the all the money's a good start." At the sight of his weapon, the girl let out a loud gasp. Some nearby tellers and citizens started screaming. The other three men then brandished their own weapons. The bank manager ran towards a red button on the wall. Before he could press it, the man with the sphere ran forward and jumped over the counter.
"I wouldn't press that if I were you. This is a deadly grenade. If I hear the alarm go off, I'll release this, killing everyone." The disguised man threatened. "Now, take them to the vault before I activate it out of impatience."
The frightened manager opened the vault as the armed men grabbed as much money as they could. Before they could finish, the man with the grenade stopped them.
"That's enough. I'm sure by now someone's seen through the front windows and they've alerted the authorities. The last thing I want is Superman making a fool of me for the FOURTH time." He walked through the vault towards the back wall. Taking a step forwards, he rounded his hand into a fist and threw a powerful punch at the wall. The intensity of the blow crumbled the structure and created a hole. "C'mon. The van's back here." As he and his men drove off, the manager slammed the alarm switch.
Clark Kent sat at his desk typing furiously on his computer when he heard an explosion and gunfire using his improved hearing. Looking out the window, he saw smoke rising from downtown. Not again….Perry isn't going to like this. Clark ran out of the room and yanked off his glasses, preparing for another crime fighting session in the streets of Metropolis
The van raced down countless back alleys and main roads eluding the police the more they fled.
"Hey boss, was it really necessary to throw the grenade into the vault? We already got our loot."
"True," said the masked man. "But I did demand if they alerted the authorities, I would destroy them; and I am a man of my word."
"But boss…" said another henchman.
"Shut up and drive." The 'boss' demanded. Barely moments later, the occupants of the van all flew forward as something from behind grabbed the end of the van.
"What was that?" the driver asked.
"I don't know," said another.
The leader growled. "I do. Prepare yourself, men. A showdown is about to start."
ARKHAM ASYLUM
It's been months…too many months. You're usually back in business by now. Puddin', where are you?! I know you're alive- I can feel it. As soon as I get outa here, I'm comin' to get you! Harley
looked up from her cot at the glass door in front of her. Got to get out somehow. She thought of the laundry chute, but remembered the horror of being trapped in an opperating washing machine. Well…I can always just run for it…Harley Quinn then saw a female guard at her door holding a tray of food. This is my chance. As the guard turned to leave, Harley smacked her with a stool. Then, without looking out for guards, she ran down a flight of stairs and jumped out of a window into a bush.
The driver looked in his rear view mirror of the van. "Boss! It's that Superman guy!"
"I know. You don't listen very well, do you?" The leader said. "Here's the plan. The four of you take the loot and regroup at our…headquarters. I'll meet up shortly."
"But…what about Superman?" asked another.
"I'll deal with our friend, Superman. You deliver that money. Now go, before I leave you to the 'Man of Steel's' fists!" The leader stepped out of the van towards Superman
"No need for violent actions, Superman. I give up." The leader said. He held up his hands.
"Good idea," said the Man of Steel as he stepped towards the robber. With his back turned from the van, the four accomplices ran down a nearby alley. When Superman reached the masked man, he received a hard in punch in the face, sending the man of steel into a nearby wall. Superman stalled a little before standing up. "Who are you?"
"Come now, Superman. After all this time, you don't even recognize an old foe when you get punched by one. This is what… our fourth or fifth battle?" The man threw off his concealing clothing to reveal…
"Metallo," Superman growled.
"I'm pleased that your memory has returned." Metallo smiled, revealing half of his metallic face. "Now, let's get down to business." The 'robot's' eyes turned green and bright beams hit Superman, knocking him out of the sky. "You always seem to fall for that one, Superman." Metallo laughed. He watched as his opponent struggled to stand up. "Come now. Get up, or this little battle is gonna get boring real quickly."
The man of steel looked around and hobbled to a nearby road sign. Grabbing it out of the ground, he swung it at Metallo. The sign broke upon impact.
"That was rather pathetic. Maybe I should just end your misery now. It'll save you a lot of trouble." Metallo opened his chest cavity, revealing a large chunk of Kryptonite and walked towards Superman.
In a desperate attempt to keep his distance, Superman looked up to see a ladder behind him leading to an apartment balcony. He started climbing the ladder as Metallo reached him.
"Get down from there. I'm not finished with you, yet." Metallo grabbed the base of the ladder and yanked downward, causing the ladder to crumble to the ground, along with Superman. When Superman fell at Metallo's feet, the criminal set a huge Kryptonite beam at Superman, weakening the hero more and more as each second passed. Superman tried fighting his foe off. "See this, Superman? This is what you deserve for sending me into prison- for turning me into a senseless fool- and for trapping me in magma. You've met your match." Metallo sent eye beams of radiation onto Superman, crippling him even more. Superman put up his arms as if he was holding something to shield himself, but to no avail. His strength gave out and he collapsed onto the ground.
Suddenly, he looked up, but kept his beam on Superman. A crowd of civilians, reporters, and policemen had gathered to watch in horror as their hero lay motionless on the ground. Metallo smirked and lifted Superman's body over his head. Angela Chen and her TV crew started setting up their cameras for a special news bulletin.
"See this, everyone! Here is the man of steel: defeated at last!" Metallo shouted as he threw Superman into the crowd and ran off. A few policemen tried to get him to wake, but to no avail.
"What happened?" asked a woman.
"Mommy is he dead?" asked a child.
"Shouldn't he be waking up since that beam isn't on him anymore?" a policeman asked a fellow officer.
The small ocean waves at Hobbs bay traveled back and forth on the cold December afternoon in Metropolis. One by one, the ocean waves strike the cold hard coastline of the city. However, when one wave came in, along came a large sized raft made of a scorched piece of metal. The man on the raft looked extremely ragged and thin, as if he hadn't eaten much at all in months. His skin was as white as a piece of paper, and his green hair had visible traces of sand and rock mixed in. As soon as the metal hit the coast, the thin man dragged himself onto shore. His torn purple blood-stained suit became covered with sand as he looked upward to the night sky. He closed his eyes and let out a deep, bone chilling cackle.
"Metropolis, eh? Well, it seems my aim was off, but oh well. This town will have to do. Look out; Supie- Uncle Joker is back in town. Aaaaaaaaahahahahaha!"
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