Crack pairing!
Superwoman is from the movie, Crisis on Two Earths, and she is an evil, alternate reality version of Wonder Woman who was defeated by Batman. She is an amazon, not a kryptonian.
To clarify, this Jason Todd is an amalgamation of his Batman: Under The Red Hood, Arkham Knight, and Pre-New 52 portrails.
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Superwoman did not love anything. She enjoyed horror movies, spicy food, and killing and/or maiming anything that got in her way (or even slightly aggrivated her). She hated Ultraman, Owlman, and Chinesse food (in that order), mostly due to Ultraman being a self-serving prick, Owlman leaving her to die, and Chinesse food leaving a horrible aftertaste no matter what dish she ordered.
She liked Batman, right up until the whole 'trick me into inhalling sleeping gas' thing, now she kinda hated him too, but with a more grudging respect.
She hated Wonder Woman, the arrogant bitch, but that was more on principle than anything. They were polar opposites afterall.
Flash was on her Shit List; mostly because everytime she was in the same room as the speedster, his eyes never left her chest. Same for Johnny Quick.
To cut a long rant short: every member of the Justice league and Crime Syndicate owned a little place of hate in Superwoman's black heart.
Of course, why cut here rant short here? She had nothing else to do in the Supermax Isolation Wing of the Watchtower.
So Lois Lane, Superwoman of the Crime Syndicate, sat crosslegged in her cell and observed her surroundings for what had to the billionth time since her incarceration. A 20x20 foot metal room, concussion shielded (she knew from her past failed blows to it... her hand still hurt!).
'I wonder how long my sentence is going to be? On second thought, why haven't they sent me back to my own universe?' She thought with a grimace.
'What would I do, though? owlman, Johnny Quick, and Power Ring are all dead and Ultraman is probably in a cell so deep in the ground that his asshole is the only visible source of li-'
A loud crash interrupted her train of thought and it was followed by several square feet of drywall, ceiling tiles, and now-destroyed ventilation shaft. The drywall created a mild white cloud of dust that obscured a kneeling figure. Superwoman saw the tall, broad-shouldered individual rise and her first thought was Batman, but recinded that thought when she noticed the absence of pointy ears. The smoke slowly glided off and a blood red hood came into view, drapped on top of a blank helmet of the same color with gas mask filters on the jaw. Those broad shoulders had a black leather jacket reenforced with gray kevlar plates on the shoulders on top of a darker gray bulletproof vest.
'With a red Bat-symbol' She frowned, but continued her physical evaluation.
The vest was form-fitting and had an amusing band-aid, of all things, over a small cut on the abdomen. A maroon tactical belt with several grenades (frag and 20mm) holsters securely it. Black tactical pants with no less than six pistol magazines on each side, arranged vertically. Her investigation ended on the shin/knee guard combo strapped to his calves and the top of his heavy combat boots.
His featureless helmet slowly rotating, taking in his environment before training on her.
"You wouldn't happen to be Superwoman, would you?" A deep growling voice with a scratchy undertone. A smoker perhaps?
Lois Lane of the Crime syndicate grinned evilly.
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