DC: Fight For The Future
Chapter One: Kryptonite
AN: I'm using The New 52 in most cases for the "looks" of these characters. This is my first foray into fanfiction, and I hope I do alright. Reviews are welcome, but please keep the complaints to constructive criticism. As stated above this is my first foray into fanfiction so if any of the characters seem OOC (Out Of Character), I apologize, but this is an AU (albeit probably a cliché one). Though I have tagged it, I will repeat it here. This is a Superman/Catwoman (SuperCat?) story. The M rating of this story is for violence and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own DC (Detective Comics) or any of its characters, I'm just writing my story in their world.
The sun was sinking low in Metropolis as Clark Kent hovered in the air above the Daily Planet, his hearing not picking up any signs of impending doom, so he stayed there reflecting on his life. Growing up on a farm in Smallville, Kansas, his parents had instilled good ole' American Values in Clark, and he tried his hardest to apply them to his hectic life. Those values dictated not only his job as a reporter, but his life as Superman. Oh yeah Clark Kent, mild mannered country boy from Kansas is Kal-El Superman.
His communicator beeped, and he pulled it from within his cape.
"Superman? Come in," came the distinctive growl that was a telltale sign it was Batman.
"This is Superman. What do you need Batman?" Superman asked, a hint of apprehension colored his voice. Batman never was one for social calls.
"Bat Cave 10 minutes," the line went dead after that.
If anyone would have looked up into the darkening sky they would have seen a blue blur rocket across the sky, heading west toward Gotham.
Gotham while dark and insidious, had its own charm. While Clark may have had a soft spot for the endless rows of fields that growing up in Smallville had blessed him with, he couldn't deny that the dark city had a beauty of its own, even if the people scurried from one patch of street light to the other, as the darkening sky seemed to plummet into night. Clark absent mindedly wondered if there was some sort of magic at work that made Gotham perpetually gloomy but stored the idea away as the Bat Cave came within his sight.
The Bat Cave was underneath Wayne Manor, and Superman entered through the underground tunnel, before merging into the cavern. Batman was on his Bat Computer. Superman wondered not for the first time if everything needed to have "Bat" in front of it? This thought too was shoved aside as The Caped Crusader turned to Superman. Batman motioned Clark over and before he could utter a word, Batman started his explanation.
"I received word that someone is moving a large shipment of Kryptonite through Gotham, tonight." He explained.
Clark grimaced as his memory surged toward the times the little glowing green rock had brought him to his knees. "I'll help in whatever way I can Bruce"
The Batman nodded, his face set into a grim frown, as his fingers moved deftly across the keyboard of his computer, a few pages of information popped up and soon Superman and Batman both had the location they would check.
The Warehouse District of Gotham was, as everything else, dark, and screamed danger. The normally deserted docks had scattered people, some homeless, others with more complicated vices. The duo stood on a high-rise ledge with them both searching for the cargo. Superman's hearing picked up small chatter but most of it vague, and some would make a sailor blush. Many of the buildings seemed to be built out of lead, something his X-Ray Vision was useless against.
Clark refocused as his hearing pick up a new sound, a gunshot. A quick glance at each other and the men both nodded and sprang into action.
Superman sped into the warehouse the shot rang out from, Batman seemed to meld into the shadows, taking the scenic route as it were. They had worked together enough in the past, and had formed a system, Superman would be the big distraction, while Batman worked from the shadows.
The smell of blood was the first thing to hit Clark's nose as he burst through the door, and a Security guard was lying in a pool of his blood as another man ran further into the warehouse. Superman stopped to check on the guard, his heart stopped before he took a step. He closed the guards unseeing eyes before stepping around him and following the running man.
The man was running, adrenaline fueling his every move, yet he couldn't out run Clark, within seconds Clark had disarmed the man and had used a pipe laying on the floor to bind the man to the wall.
"Why did you kill that security guard?" Superman asked, forcing in his voice low.
The man was twitchy, jumpy, and Superman could smell drugs and old urine wafting from the criminal.
"I-I-I-I ain't got noth-t-t-hin' to sa-a-ay to you ma-a-a-an!" The junkie spoke quickly, and his speech like his body was twitchy, fully of stutters.
A quick glance with his X-Ray vision confirmed that the man was indeed a man who abuses drugs, needle scars littering his extremities.
Superman repeated his question and the young man, just shivered and twitched, his mind starting to lose focus, it had been to long for his body it seems.
Clark tried using his communicator to call to Batman, but only an ear-piercing burst of static was the answer. Checking to make sure the junkie wouldn't be able to escape, Superman dashed off to find Batman, worried his friend was in trouble.
Batman had tried several times to radio in to Clark. Yet every time since he stepped foot into the building, all that met him was bursts of white noise, static. An uneasy thought crossed Bruce's mind, but he shoved it away.
Batman found empty containers, which when scanned showed trace amounts of Kryptonite, they were to late, a set-up maybe? Clark came in with all the might his powers afforded him, however such a powerful entrance was unnecessary. Batman informed Clark of the missing Kryptonite, and the two searched for clues, yet they found none. The entire thing stunk of foul play, to clean their minds said, yet no answer came forth. Bruce's normal frown deepened at the thought of his friend being harmed by the Kryptonite, and with a promise to inform him of any new leads, the duo left for their respective homes. Yet the uneasy thoughts crossed Batman's mind once again, did they know they were coming? If so, How? Not being in the know was an unusual feeling for The Caped Crusader, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
Where did the Kryptonite go? The question haunted them both to sleep.
AN: Well there is the 1st chapter done. How did y'all like it? Please review, and if you have complaints I'll like to see them too, if they are constructive and not just stupid hate. I hope to update this story frequently, though life may get in the way sometimes. Anywho, I hope y'all enjoyed and I'll see y'all in the next one.