SUPERMAN #1

By Ivan Krolo and RoninReviews

First Contact Part 1

Clarks fingertips smacked the keys on the typewriter as he stamped in letter after letter as fast as the keys could go. He sat on the rooftop of his apartment building with the typewriter on his lap, watching over the city as the suns rays glint off the sides of the crystal towers known as skyscrapers.

Clark (thoughts): This is probably the second most beautiful place I've seen in my life well.. besides the Fortress of course.

Metropolis is one of the most advanced cities on Earth with the highest building and lowest crime rate, but a new level of criminal rope up and took it upon itself to master the unbreakable golden city of tomorrow, today. Clark filled in the keys of the typewriter and in a swift whirl he pulled out the paper and slapped it on a meter high pile behind him.

Clark hoped over the ledge and looked at his work. He cracked his knuckles and started to put the paper in boxes when he heard the sound of high heels on the creaky floor boards of the fire escape leading to the roof of the apartment block causing him to freeze in fear.

He looked over all the paper on the ground next to him. Files, maps, notes fact files on Metropolis. information on everyone and everything in the city he gathered with his supervision and x-ray vision. Painted fingernails grasped the door knob and turned the old cooper. Clark spun around and did the first thing that came to mind. He used his super breath to blow all the files off the roof top and helplessly watched as his hard work was seemingly lost to the wind.

Lois (happy): Smallville!

She looked over to see Clark sitting on the ledge tapping away at the typewriter the last of the paper disappearing from view. Clark jumped when she called his name and turned around to see her marching towards him.

Clark (Shy stutter): M-miss Lane... umm... wha-what are you doing here?

Lois (Fast talking, no-nonsense): You're uh (checks Phone) Clark, Kent right?

Clark (Stammers): Yes... we uh me yesterday at the Planet. How did you know I'd be out here?

Lois (Squints at him): Your really an out of towner huh? Anyway the Chief has asked me to take you out for lunch. We've been ordered to cover the strange murder cases along the East Coast and he wants us to get along.

Clark (Awkwardly): Well if you want to make your way down I'll meet you right the-

Lois (Curious): Typewriter huh? I like the way you think Smallville. What are you writing?

Clark (Slightly embarrassed): This, well this is just a little projec-

Lois grabbed the paper from the typewriter and skim read it.

Lois (Rude): Is this poetry? Its crap. (She dropped it.)

A boy on his bike rolled along the sidewalk. He looked up to saw the thousands of pieces of paper slowly drift to the ground with a look of awe drawing across his face.

Clark (Awkwardly): Its... yeah. Its poetry. It sucks.

Lois (Sternly): Get presentable because we're taking a cab. I'll meet you outside the building.

Clark (Stutter): Y-yes Miss. L-lane.

Lois turned to leave, the paper were near the street with more and more people starting to look upwards towards the files. The second Lois left, Clark leapt off of the roof and flew down. His face crushing the atoms of the wind as he traveled faster than the speed of sound. Grabbing the papers faster than anyone could see him, he gathered them back on the roof and fell to his knees panting heavily.

Just as he managed to catch his breath he heard Lois coming back up the stairs. Realizing what he had to do, Clark blew the papers off the rooftop yet again and suppressed the anger boiling inside of him.

Lois (demanding): Don't forget to bring your typewriter! Its cute!

She slammed the door behind her leaving a very angry Clark just sitting there with his left eye

twitching in frustration.

Clark (suppressed anger): Of course Miss Lane... Whatever you say...


Fiona Hale peered over the top of her Daily Planet newspaper. A tall young man in a suit with dark hair and thick glasses, fumbled with his briefcase trying to close it. Fiona leaned across the aisle and clicked the latch shut. The young man looked up at Fiona with a surprised expression on his face.

Young Man (Shy, stutters): Oh.. um thanks.

Fiona (Friendly): Don't worry about it kid. Everyone needs a helping hand once in a while.

Young Man (Clumsily): Heh.I.. I guess...

Fiona smiled at him and then went back to her paper. The subway jolted backwards as the train stopped. The doors opened and people flooded in from the small carriage out into the crowded tunnel.

Fiona brushed her teeth in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She spat out the last of the tooth paste, put her hair in a pony tail, put on her Metropolis police hat on her head and exited the bathroom into the bustling police department. Desk monkeys rushed around handing files from one place to another. She saw her boss, commissioner David Corporon walking through the rows of desks being followed by people handing him files.

Fiona (Formally): Mr. Corporon, sir?

Corporon (Friendly, loud): Ah! Mrs. Hale. So nice to finally make your acquaintance. You've come in

from Pennsylvania right?

Fiona (respectful): Its Miss Hale sir.

Corporon (Sincere): Ah sorry. (Friendly) I'm sure you're eager to start the day, your partners waiting for you outside. He's kind of an old vet around here so take care of him and don't let his bad attitude throw you off. He's a nice guy once you get to know him a little better.

Fiona (Proud): Thank you very much sir. It's an honour working with you.

Corporon (Playfully): Enough bootlicking Miss. Hale. Get out there and make your momma proud.

Fiona (Smirks, salutes): Sir.

The thick layer of glass inside the necklace picture frame acted as a window for happier times for George Brooke. His dark soft fingers gently cradled the frame of the necklace containing a picture is of his wedding day with his wife Janice. He smiled at the picture but the moment didn't last long because Fiona approached him from behind with two cups of coffee in her hands.

Fiona (Friendly): So Mr. Brooke. I heard you'd be an old vet but I didn't expect-

Brooke (Friendly): Just hand over the coffee before you hurt my feelings anymore Miss. Hale. So I get someone from Penny this time huh. Never had fresh meat from up north before.

Fiona (Firmly): Well this is only temporary Brooke. I'll get moved up to detective before long and then I'll be my own boss.

Brooke (Friendly, slightly annoyed): Sorry to rain on your parade Hale, but I've tried to get moved up to Detective for 30 years.

Fiona (firm): I was a Det. up in Penny. I know my way around a crime scene old boy.

Brooke (Jokes): What? You think yer gonna stumble across the mystery of the decade on your first day or something?

Fiona (Snaps): Hurry up and finish your coffee so we can hit the streets.

Brooke (Laughs): Nope. Gonna take my time with this kid. Haven't had someone bring me coffee in 10 years, gonna enjoy myself.

Fiona (sarcastic): So much for first impressions.


Clark and Lois sat silently in one of the fanciest restaurants in the city, Eleven Madison Park as they tried to decide what to order. Lois seemed relaxed while Clark on the other hand was the exact opposite.

Clark (thoughts & worried): These prices are insane! How am I ever going to pay for any of this stuff?

Lois (casual): Relax Smallville, breakfast is one me so you can stop worrying about how you're gonna pay.

Waiter (formal & curious): May I take your orders?

Clark (hesitant):... I'll have a stake.

Waiter (smiling & formal): Excellent choice sir! (Curious): and you madam?

Lois (casual): The same.

The waiter nodded and left to tell the chef of their orders.

Lois (curious): So Smallville, tell me what made a farm boy like you decide to come here in Metropolis?

Clark (friendly): I guess it's because I've always wanted to live in the big city. Sure the open fields of Kansas are great and all but there's just something irresistible I find about cities like Metropolis. Well except Gotham, I hope I never set foot in that place.

Lois (casual): Oh believe me its much worse than you could imagine. Although I have to admit Bruce Wayne was pretty cute when I interviewed him. (Curious): Anyway, what made you decide to take this job? With your credentials you could have done anything you wanted.

Clark (friendly): Same reason I decided to come live here. I wanna see the world, meet all sorts of people and hopefully do some good with this job. (Serious): Media, one of the most powerful things in the world focuses on so many pointless things these days like celebrity gossip, political agendas and video games that the real news gets completely sidelined. And when some real news comes around they just twist it around or blatantly make stuff up just for the sake of causing controversy. I want to change that and make news about the cold, hard facts again.

Lois (impressed): You know when I first saw you I thought you were just some shy little push over. But it looks like there's more to you than meets the eyes.

Clark (thoughts): Oh you have no idea...

Just as their meals arrived Clark heard police sirens in the distance and a dispatcher say..

Radio: All units please respond to an armed robbery of the Central Bank of Metropolis. The 4 Suspects are driving a black Mercedes armed with 2 M16 rifles and shotguns.

Clark (thoughts): I guess its time to make my move, but... (worried): Lois is gonna kill me if I leave now...

Clark (nervous): Would you please excuse me, I just have to use the bathroom for a second.

Before Lois could object he practically ran into the bathroom and hurried to intercept the robbers before they could get away.


Fiona and Brooke were in hot pursuit of the bank robbers with several other police cars right behind them. Brooke, who was behind the wheel, tried to get closer, but each time one of the robbers fired his rifle at them.

Brooke (annoyed): Son of a... At this rate we wont catch these guys. (Joking): At least you get to tell me I told you so.

Fiona (serious): In times like these sir I wish I wasn't.

The black Mercedes turned around a corner and managed to escape temporarily evade the police officers. Brooke gritted his teeth and sped up.

Brooke (determined): Oh no you don't!

He quickly turned around the corner and was expecting to see the criminals still driving away but what ended up happening defied all logic.

Brooke and Fiona (shocked): What the...

The pair saw a tall man standing at 6"3 with short black hair dressed in a mostly ocean blue suit resembling armor out of a sci-fi film with a pair of red boots and gauntlets on his arms and feet along with a red belt. His chest adorned with a large red emblem with a S inside of it and a yellow background. He had a long, red cape with the same emblem on it attached to his shoulders with the base of it just bellow his knees.

But it was not his peculiar clothing which caught their attention. It was the fact he was lifting the black Mercedes above his head with one arm as if it were nothing but a toy. The four robbers opened the doors and fell to the ground clenching grunting in pain. They quickly got back on their feet, took aim and fired at the man, but the bullets simply fractured upon impact and fell to the ground.

Brooke and Fiona were the first to arrive on the scene and just as they were about to exit their car the man in the blue suit smirked and let go of the car. Before the vehicle even hit the ground, he not only disarmed the four robbers but tied them together with a bent street light.

Fiona and Brook (dumbfounded): What in the...

They simply stared at the struggling robbers who were begging for someone to set them free.

? (friendly): Excuse me.

Fiona and Brook took a step back and noticed the man responsible for stopping the robbers was now standing in front of them with two large bags of money in his hands and a friendly smile on his face.

? (friendly): I believe this money belongs to the Central Bank of Metropolis. (He extended his arms and let Brooke take the bags). Now if you'll both excuse me, I have somewhere to be.

He turned around and started to walk away, but Brooke spoke up.

Brooke (curious): Before you go... Would you mind telling me just who you are son?

? (friendly & smiling): Me? You can call me Superman.

He turned around and jumped dozens of feet in the air leaping over entire buildings and skyscrapers in a single bound making the police officers just more shocked and confused in the process.


Lois sat alone at the table taping her finger on it with an annoyed look on her face.

Lois (thoughts & annoyed): What is he doing in there? Performing surgery or something?! I swear if he doesn't show up in the next 5 minutes I'm gonna-

Clark (friendly): I'm back!

He sat at the table and took a fork and knife to begin eating.

Lois (annoyed): And just what took you so long?!

Clark (embarrassed): Well you see I've been having some serious stomach problems and-

Lois (disgusted): Okay, okay you've said enough! It's just a shame I had to waste so much money on a good-looking stake like that only for it to get cold.

Clark sheepishly smiled to which Lois just grunted and continued eating her meal. He looked at the delicious stake in front of him, and a thought crossed his mind.

Clark (thoughts): It might be risky but... No sense in letting a perfectly good free stake go to waste.

He looked around to check if anyone was watching and promptly focused the solar energy in his eyes he heated it up ever so subtly and began chowing down on it.

To be continued in #2 in three weeks! Stay tuned!