***THIS STORY HAS BEEN EDITED AS OF AUG.4/2016***

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Chapter 2:

Lightening littered the sky in Metropolis. People ran from the streets to get to shelter from the falling rain. Dogs barked at the lightening, then were silenced by thunder. Watching from high above in Luthor Tower, Lex Luthor sat in his chair with his hands clasped lightly against his chin; as a king would sit on his throne. He watched through a large window as the people scurry about beneath him; they looked like ants from where he sat.

His mind was filled with the things he had learned since he took control of his fathers' company... May he rest in peace; Luthor thought, as he turned around his chair and took a sip from the glass of brandy on his desk. Through out his entire rise to power there remained only one loose string that he hadn't taken care of. Lex opened his top drawer and removed the lid to a hidden compartment and pulled out a picture of him, a short blonde girl he had met from Kansas, Chloe, and a tall man with long jet black hair and bright blue eyes…Kal. They were all so happy on that day, he thought back to the day when Kal and Chloe marched into his old home in Miami and ruined everything.

Suddenly a tall man in a black suit and black sunglasses came walking into the room, disturbing Lex's thoughts. He put the picture in the drawer and closed it shut; he would have to put it back in the compartment later. Lex rose out of his desk to acknowledge the man. "This had better be good Mercer. I don't like people coming into my office unannounced." There was a short pause where the man in the suit stood shaken. Sweat began to show visibly where his dark brown hair had begun to grey around his ears.

"Mr. Luthor Sir. I have reports from Project 33.1, and I didn't think you'd want to take the chance on anyone listening in. It was your father's protocol." Lex walked around his desk and began to walk casually towards Mr. Mercer. Clearly after six months he still hadn't learned.

"Tell me something Hank… I can call you Hank, right? Good." Mercer seemed insulted that Lex didn't wait for him to answer. "Did you know that a dogs' scent is so powerful that he can tell how far away their owner is just by a scent on the wind?" Mercer began to look angry, catching the obvious reference.

Good; Lex thought before he continued. "And when they change owners, they become accustom to the smell of their new master…" Lex took a long pause, giving Mercer a devilish grin. "And if the dog can't accustom itself to the smell of his new master, then the new master should either give him back, or take it out back. And since your old master is already dead, I'd suggest you not push your luck."

Mercer stared at Luthor ruthlessly through his glasses. Lex thought it was strange that he would ware glasses inside; obviously it was to cover the foul looks he threw at Lex from behind them. "Yes sir." Mercer said loudly before becoming dead silent. Lex walked back around to his chair and sat back down.

"Now," he said as he took another sip of his brandy. "What do you have to report?" Mercer handed Lex a portfolio that he had brought in with him. Lex opened it and found schematics on the phase shifter he had been developing with Dr. Franken. The schematics had incorporated the upgrades Lex had thought up. "So everything is ready to begin?" Lex closed the folder and placed his hand atop of it as he spoke.

"Everything already has sir, they're setting up the core for the machine, so if there are any last minute changes you'd like to make to the calculations,"

"My calculations are fine." Lex cut in. "Tell them to begin building the machine. I want it ready by the end of month." Lex turned around in his chair and began looking over the city again. As he did another streak of lightening lit up the sky.

Mercer turned around and began to leave, but before he got the door he heard Lex shout out, "And give my regards to Tess. Tell her I've always got a position available for her." Mercer stopped at the door, his face was red and he could feel the anger boiling. Though he thought he'd never see the day, he actually missed working for Lionel Luthor. He opened the door and left without retort to Lex; who sat grinning in his chair, watching the people still running about.

S

In Gotham City Kal still races about, from one end of the City to the other in a desperate hope that will find who he's looking for. He roughs up criminal after criminal, breaking up gang fights and petty thefts and questioning the criminals, trying to find anyone who might have the slightest clue as to where to find the Batman. The most helpful thing anyone every told him was "You don't find him. He finds you." Kal was becoming impatient.

Kal heard a woman scream and could hear the muffled sounds a man gasping in pain, and another man whispering, "Time to die silly zombie. No brains for you!" Kal rushed as fast as he could and within moments he saw a bald man with a trim goatee and what appeared to be scars all over his body stabbing a young man several times. Kal wasted no time and rushed in, grabbing the bald man and tossing him into the side of a nearby building. Kal then rushed up and grabbed the man by his arm which held the knife and by his collar and pushed the man against the side of the building.

Kal tightened his grip on the mans arm. The man yelled in pain and let go of his knife. "Good." Kal said. "At least you're not stupid." The man coughed up some blood, and began to smile.

"You think Zsasz is stupid? Only a Zombie would." Kal tightened his grip a tiny but more, making Zsasz wring in pain.

"Tell me where to find the Batman." Kal said in a loud voice. The mains face suddenly became void of pain, and an intense look of interest replaced it.

"So…you're the one that's been looking for Bats." Zsasz gave out a slight chuckle. "I've got a spot saved for him." He then used his free hand to point to one of his scars; there were four slash wounds side by side, and countless others that had a fifth slash through all four. Kal could see a fresh scar he had just made for his newest victim.

Kal pushed Zsasz into the wall slightly, clearly making him uncomfortable. "Either you know where to find him or you don't. Either way you're done." Zsasz chuckled to himself again. He then took a deep breath and said very calmly.

"He'll be by the docks tonight, by the abandoned warehouse… I can guarantee you that." Kal smiled behind his face, finally something to work with.

Kal grabbed Zsasz by both shoulders and gave him a light head but. Zsasz fell to the ground unconscious. Kal then turned over the body of the young man Zsasz had killed. Kal felt a momentary urge to turn around and pound Zsasz into the ground. His fists clenched as anger began to swell. Then Kal heard police sirens and he sped away, heading towards the docks and to The Batman…

Arriving at the docks Kal began to walk around normally so that if Batman were here, he'd see him coming. He searched for the abandoned warehouse and within several minutes he stood before it. The windows were boarded up and one of the loading docks looked like it had been crushed from a falling object. Kal moved in quietly to the door and slowly made his way inside.

Kal looked around…there was nothing. No sign of anyone in the building. All Kal found was a bunch of broken down machines and what looked to be a sleeping bag set up beneath some old crates. Kal began to feel enraged as he thought about how Zsasz had lied to him, but he knew that the police had him in custody by now and he wouldn't be hurting anyone else.

Kal turned around and left the abandoned warehouse, he closed the door behind him loudly, accidentally letting his anger get he better of him. The door cracked down the middle and the handle broke off. Kal looked down to his hands; he knew that he had to learn how to control himself before he got anyone else hurt.

Jonathan fell to the floor as fine china fell all around him. Suddenly the cabinets legs buckled and it began to fall onto Jonathan Kent. Clark moved as fast as he had run when he had accidentally hurt Whitney and caught the cabinet before it landed on his adopted Father. Clark pulled Jonathan up in his arms; he was bleeding from a wound on his head and he was unconscious. Clark looked up to Martha and saw a look that he would never forget…she was afraid of him.

Kal pulled himself out of his memories. Now that this lead had run dry he had to continue looking for the The Batman. As Kal was about to speed away he heard a loud bang from two warehouses down. Kal tried to listen hard for the sound of dock workers groaning about working so late into the night, but instead he heard the sound of men laughing as one of them spoke, "This is the easiest job ever. Things sure have been a lot better since the boss sprung himself out." Kal heard enough, he quickly sped over the side of the warehouse and crept over to a window. Kal began to peak through the corner of the window when he heard a gunshot, and the window above his head shattered into a thousand raining shards.

Spinning himself around Kal saw a two tall and rather large men, one was holding a pistol with a smoking barrel while the other one pointed a machine gun at Kal. Kal suddenly froze; he had only seen a gun like that on the television. He had survived when Lex had shot him, but Lex had used a much smaller gun.

Kal was preparing to go speeding away when over a dozen more men, fully armed with bigger guns than Kal had ever seen and they pointed them all at Kal, who was petrified with fear, Kal doubted that he would walk away from this…

"This is private property sir! I have grounds to have you shot!" Kal heard a man speak from behind one of the nearby metal containers. The container cast a shadow over the man so all Kal could see was hi shoes, which looked like something people would have worn in the sixties.

"The men in there are robbing the warehouse; and I seriously doubt you have any legal rights to this warehouse or anything in it." There was a long silence as the men all pointed their guns at Kal, who tried to look strong as he could under the pressure.

"Tell me" the man in the shadows spoke again. "What brings you down to the waterfront? Sleep walking?" Kal was taken back, obviously whoever this guy was he was trying to mess with Kal's head.

"I came here looking for The Batman." Kal said in a loud voice. The men looked from one to another and then seemed to tighten their grips on their weapons. Kal heard a low chuckle from the man in the shadows, who moved forward slightly revealing his purple pin stripe paints.

"The Batman? What would you want with him? No wait! Let me guess… Oh I know, he's your long lost papa and you want to reconnect with him…" Kal stood there stone faced; something was very off.

"No? Hmmm, well then maybe you're a secret admirer of his and long to be held in his warm monstrous hands?" Kal took a step back as a look of utter confusion fell over his face. The man in shadows let out a high pitch laugh, "Hahaha, you should see your face pal. Priceless! Hahaha" Kal became very angry very quickly, he momentarily forgot about the dozens of guns pointed at him and moved in closer to the metal container that the man hid behind. Two of the mans goons dropped their guns and went to tackle Kal, but he grabbed both of their heads and clanged them together and they fell down unconscious.

There was another high pitched laugh from behind the contained, "I like your style friend, top grade. Hahaha." The man continued to laugh hysterically as Kal moved in closer.

"Ah, ah, ah" The man said as he raised an arm out of the shadow to reveal a sawed-off shotgun. Kal froze in his place as the barrel of the gun was pointed directly at his chest from almost point blank range. Kals mind raced to his childhood in Smallville when his father had taken him out to scare off some wolves that were attacking the cattle. He remembered how loud the shotgun was, and how much it scared the animals in the forest. "Didn't anyone every teach you it's rude to crash a party you weren't invited to?"

Kal stood there frozen as the man took a step forward out of the shadow to reveal his purple suit and his white painted face. He had painted a smile on his face in red and his eyes were outlined in black. He had long stringy dyed green-blonde hair and a look of utter joy on his face. The man laughed to himself as he pulled the trigger and Kal was sent to the ground by the force of the gun. Kal rolled from the force of the gun and fell over the ledge of the dock. Kal grabbed hold of a plank of wood as his ears continued to ring.

He felt as if he had the wind knocked out of him. He found it hard to breath. So this is death. He thought as he hung from the dock. Kal released his grip and fell into the water, feeling strained by the constant ringing. Kal fell into the water and floated there for several moments before he worked up the courage to reach down and feel at where he had been shot, but just like his last encounter with a gun when he reached down there wasn't a scratch on him.

Where does this end? Kal thought to himself as he thought over all the times the thought he was going to die, only to be saved by some divine power within him. Kals ears began to calm and he could hear the sound of gunfire above him; but the bullets weren't coming into the water after him.

Kal swam up and broke through water as the sounds of gunfire and laughter filled the air. Kal swam over to a support beam for the docks and began to shimmy his way up. Kal reached the docks and pulled himself up easily and when he looked up he saw the armed men all running about. Then a black shadow moved from one end of the warehouse into the moonlight and Kal knew immediately that his search was over. He had found The Batman.