Summary: This story is a retelling of Superman's story in the DCEU. It is written in a POV narrative style from Clark's perspective. I made some major and minor changes to both the MoS and BvS storylines that you may or may not notice. This is part 1 of 2 of The Story So Far series. Both parts will serve as a prologue for an eventual Justice League movie fanfic which will be written more like an ordinary story with more dialogue. Thanks for coming this far and I hope you enjoy. Reviews are very welcome.


The Story So Far: Clark

Chapter 1: On My Planet It Means Hope

My parents taught me to make the world smaller. To focus on one thing till all I could hear or see was that thing. I got good at it. Learned to see what I needed and wanted to see. To hear what I wanted to hear. Those lessons helped me find my people. In the Arctic I discovered a ship that I believed belonged to them. I wish Ma and Pa could have seen it. It was huge and sort of looked like a seed of some sort. Nothing like the craft that brought me to Earth. Finally, I had found my people.

Ma would be excited too. The mystery of who sent me to Earth was finally solved for us. She was always scared of the government taking me away from her and Pa. I wish he was here now. He would have loved to be here, to know where I came from. I still regretted letting him die 7 years ago when I was 18. But I trusted him with my life. And in the ultimate show of his trust in me, he sacrificed himself, so I could remain a secret to the world. It turns your world upside down when one of the two people who loved you in the world dies and you could have saved them. All I could do now was make him proud and not let his sacrifice be in vain.

After 3 years of searching for my people, and saving people along the way, I'd finally found them. The Kryptonians. That's what I was. And my name is Kal-El. My father, Joe-El, uploaded himself into the codex, which was in the craft that I was sent in. He took the time to teach me Krypton's history and briefed me on its untimely demise. For the third or fourth time in my life I'd felt a true connection to someone. But it was just a hologram of Jor-El, a digital representation of his consciousness. After parking the ship deeper into the Arctic than any human would go, I left Jor-El telling him that I needed to make sure Ma was okay. He seemed sad at the realization that I wasn't talking about Lara, my mother and his wife, but my adoptive mother from Earth. He asked me to convey his thanks to her for raising and protecting me till I could find my way to him. Maybe he was more than just a hologram.

I returned home to see that Ma had a visitor. It smelled like they were from the city whoever they were. I expected the government to maybe find me after taking my ship out of the ice, but this was too soon. To my surprise it wasn't an agent or soldier at the house but a reporter. Apparently in my travels I attracted a tail. She had been following my exploits and was there when I activated the ship. I had even saved her from the ship's automated defense system. She must have been a real bloodhound to follow the trail this far.

The infamous Lois Lane never drops a story. She's a Pulitzer Prize winner with a knack for busting corrupt politicians and sleazy big businessmen. Why was she concerned with a kid from Kansas? I tried playing coy, but she had seen me. I had no way out of her journalistic clutches. She insisted that I tell her my story, so the world could know who I was and that I wasn't a threat. So, I took her to see Pa.

I explained how I didn't think I could trust the world not to come after me or Ma. How Pa believed in his heart that the time may never come for the world to be ready for me. He believed it so much that he died for it. My anger rose as I spoke toward her. She didn't really care about helping me and she could tell the story without my help. Tell the world about the alien in Kansas. But she said she wouldn't do that. She agreed to shelve my story until I thought the time was right and only then would she interview me to help me tell the world who I was. In truth I didn't really know who I was yet, and I was grateful that she made an exception for me by dropping the story for me. Maybe the world was readier than Pa thought.

A week later a signal came through the TV and a ship appeared in Earth's orbit. The talking head, General Zod, claimed to be Kryptonian just like me and ordered me to surrender within 24 hours or Earth would face the consequences. Jor-El told me that the Kryptonians all died on Krypton and I was the last. So where did these Kryptonians come from? And how did they find me? After making sure Ma was okay I traveled to where I parked the ship in the Arctic. Jor-El told me about Zod and his attempted coup in the last days of Krypton. Zod and his followers were imprisoned into a place called the phantom zone, but they must have escaped. He told me that I couldn't trust Zod and needed to move against him quickly. But if I couldn't trust my own people who could I trust? I agreed that Zod was bad news but maybe his followers would be willing to listen to me. There was also the fact that to go against Zod I would need help. I would have to reveal myself to the world. Maybe I could do both.

Before I left the ship Jor-El told me that I would be capable of doing great things on Earth not just because of my powers but because of who I was. He revealed a suit to me and explained that the shield on it was the House of El's family crest. The symbol stood for hope. The design looked like it was less like armor and more like a Halloween costume. Jor-El assured me that it could withstand almost anything including the Kryptonian weapons that Zod and his people were likely to use. It also could recede back into the shield and repair itself when damaged. The suit stretched perfectly over my body and felt like a second skin. Jor-El told me of another suit that was available, but it didn't have any color to it. And, more importantly, it had no cape. I'm not sure what made me love that long red cape, but I loved it and would not part with it. The blue and red with some gold in the shield and belt seemed like a better color scheme since I wanted to appear friendly.

Jor-El explained that I could lead humanity to a path of greater understanding. That my light would serve as a beacon and humanity would join me in the light. That was why he and my mother sent me to Earth. So, I could live and build a better world than Krypton. But first I had to save it from Zod. Jor-El said that my growth under the yellow sun had surpassed even his calculations and that the only way I would know how strong I could be was to keep pushing myself.