Issue 1: Old Beginnings Start Brand New

Keystone City, Michigan 1985
"Today we're going to take an in-depth look at Superman due to the upcoming two-year anniversary of his appearance. We'll look into what he's done, what he's said, and what that means for the average American at home. That when we come back this is Dan Rather, CBS news," blurted out of the television in the lab.

A middle-aged man scooted about moving his test tube and chemicals around. He looked up at the television and squinted his eyes at it then sighed. He tuned, "Jason could you hand me that vile over there?"

"No problem professor," the young man replied as he went to look for the tube.

The young man's ocean-colored eyes scanned the small lab. "This one?" he asked holding one of the bottles up.

"Yes, please hand it here,"

"Aight,"

As he went to hand it away, he fell and the vile went into the sky. The professor's eyes widened to the point of almost leaping out of his sockets on his worn face. "I got it!" Jason shouted.

Jumping back up, he leaped for the vile. He caught it, then slammed back on the ground landing on his rear. "Mr. Garrick?" the professor quietly said.

"Yes sir?"

The older man waited a small moment, closed his eyes, and then took a deep breath in and out. "Do you have, the slightest clue on how much the school gives to this chemistry lab? Or for that matter how much the state lends to education? Hmm?"

Jason licked his lips and gazed off for a second, his heartbeat a good bit faster than before, "Well not particularly, but I never really did pay attention those government classes. Ya know?" he said with a smirk.

The professor stared with a blank expression, "The answer for my questions was not enough. If it ended up spilling it'd cost the school more money than we can afford to spend, and god only knows what it would do to you. Don't let it get that close to happening again Jason,"

"Yes sir"

"Alright well I suppose you've been here long enough it's already 5. Go home, I'll see you tomorrow,"

"Okay, bye Professor Clariss. See you tomorrow," the young man said as he left the lab.

Cairo, Egypt
The plane landed, as she stepped out, she could hardly see anything in front of her. Sand covered her view, "Well, it is a desert," she thought to herself. Her blonde her flew in the African air; she constantly had to push it away just to see. The woman had finally gotten off the final step, a local man walked up to her. "Pardon me Miss, are you Shiera Sanders?"

"Yes, are you here to take me to the site?"

"Yes, my name is Bast," he said with a smile escorting her to his jeep.

As she entered the vehicle her eyes squinted, and her face clenched. The sun was directly on her now. "Miss, would you mind if I turn on the radio?"

"Its fine with me," Sheira replied with a grin.

"*The Reds have begun to leave Afghanistan. No one is aware of how this new Afghani government will function or interact on the world stage. Gorbachev says this could be a new model for other communist states to follow. Regan says that this is a dark day for the free world*"

Shiera kept looking out into the desert sand, seeking an answer to her past. However, an answer for the future awaits.

Iowa, USA
"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" the train screeched as it tugged across Midwestern America. In the front sat a single man, watching the fields of flat land as the train passed it by. "So, this is what I do now," the man said with a sigh.

He was a rather young 24, light blonde hair, and the eyes of an emerald. He slouched in his seat continuing to converse with himself about the misfortune of his situation. "So, we can make bombs to level cities, machines made to go to the depths of the ocean, and even send people to the moon, but in 1985 I still have to carry the government's stuff by train,"

He made a long face and rubbed his eyes, "Someone kill me now,"

He turned on the radio to try and distract from his current situation "The mysterious figure known as the Batman has been plaguing the New England city of Gotham for a little over a year now. Deciding to take justice into his own hands, the Batman has been gunning down Gotham's criminal underground and even some of the city's most prominent wealthy individuals,"

Hawaii, USA
A warm breeze swept through the air of the forest. A single woman drove through, her fire-like hair flowing in the wind as she went. She smiled as the warm Hawaiian air hit her face. She kept driving until she arrived at the laboratory. She walked in and met with the other scientists. "Dann did anything change with the volcano?" one of the others asked the woman.

"No, all the tests read the same as they did before," she admitted.

"Dann! There's a call for you, its your mom!" another scientist shouted from across the room.

The young lady tilted her head a bit from the news of her mother calling. "What does she want?" Dann muttered to herself.

Dann walked up to the phone and began to talk. Everyone else in the lab just went about their day as they would've anyway. The compared and contrasted all the studies they had done on the volcanoes of the island. They discussed all the most minute details to make sure they didn't miss anything. However, something made them stop. One by one they all stopped what they were doing because they heard a noise. They heard sobbing, and they walked toward the sound as they noticed it. The men and women found Dann curled up in a ball in tears. One of them kneeled down, put her hand ON Dann's shoulders and asked, "What's wrong?"

Dann looked up and saw everyone around her. She wiped the tears off her face, stood up, and readjusted her lab coat. She began to walk and began to explain, "I need to take some time off,"

"Why what happened?" the scientist from before asked.

"My brother has gone M.I.A." she said as she left out of the room.