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I think I should clear up some things:

First of all, like I've said, this is an AU. Not everything will be coinciding exactly as the Public Enemies comic or movie portrays things.

Second, the timeline may be just a little off.

Thirdly, I have added the JL to this fiction because I may be using them in later chapters; however, I do know that I'll be doing spinoffs from this story involving the JL. Also, I plan to do other things with Josie that may not be related to Public Enemies, like other comic/movie AUs and a few one-shots! I'm so excited! :D

Forth…Where Lois is concerned, well, I may need your help with that one. I don't know if I want to genderbend her as well, or make her a sort of best friend/friendly competitor. Tell me what you guys think!

I think that's it. If not, message me your questions.

Again, please ignore any grammar/spelling mistakes.

Watching Lex exit his limo made me rethink my decision to meet with him.

He was a snake. Slippery, slimy, and ready to twist in impossible ways to get what he wants. I knew Lex was up to something. That recognizable instinct hasn't diminished in the slightest. Still, I've found myself here, floating above this empty, weapons training facility out of desperation for this planet.

Desperation makes you do stupid things.

Don't you just hate how some words come back to bite you?

I've been thinking the same thought a thousand times since leaving the Cave. What am I doing? Maybe I have a new mantra.

He arrived less than a minute ago, and already he's checking his watch. I wanted to make him wait, but I know that given the smallest amount of time I'd change my mind and leave him standing there. I'm already here, though. And I'm not sure how it would look to the American people if I refused a "heartfelt and sincere" meeting with the President. Who knows what kind of leverage that would give him.

Landing a few feet in front of him and his already tense looking guards, the only thing I could think to say was, "Well?"

I could see how concerned he was as he smirked and quirked his brow. His "genuine sincerity" almost made me snap. Almost.

"Somehow I knew that would be the first word out of your mouth."

The glare I offered as a response amused him, and his smirk widened for a moment before shrinking into something a little more serious. "When the meteor gets close enough I'm sending up a dozen missiles. Each one's going to have a fifty megaton warhead."

"What do you want from me?"

"Some of my…people… don't have as much confidence in this plan as I do. They think I need a backup."

Lex is confident in his plan to save himself and his massive ego, while other people are concerned for their lives. What a surprise.

I couldn't help myself. "With the whole world at stake, that's not a bad idea."

"Does that mean you're willing to work for me?"

I looked from the smirk that had reappeared on his face to the hand he was offering me. There was my instinct, again.

This was stupid, Kent.

"For you? "

"Yes…you'll be working for me. But only in so far as I represent the country that adopted you. And that you love."

Lex Luthor had the type of voice that every word seemed to slip off his tongue like oil. He was smooth and confident. Too confident. An idiot could be able to pick up on the subtitles hidden in his words, or the meaning displayed in his mannerisms. He was bold. And he believed he had me where he wanted me.

Crap! He was up to something.

It wasn't until my vision started to blur that I realized it wasn't just my instinct I was feeling. Something was wrong. Something felt like…Kryptonite.

"What's wrong? Was I getting too sentimental?"

A groan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I swayed a bit before charging at him. He was lifted off his feet by his shirt collar before I could register what a bad idea it was to do that to the President.

My tongue felt heavy as I tried to speak. "Luthor…"

"You think I'd be crazy enough to meet you without some kind of protection?"

Lex wasn't afraid of me, even in his current position. A blond man, one of Lex's guards, stepped closer to him. The closer he came, the more pain I was in. It wasn't until he removed his black glasses and clean cut shirt, reveling the green glow of his eyes and heart beneath a fake skin, that I understood exactly what Lex's insurance was.

"Metallo."

"Who else could stand up to you?"

I was disgusted with the confidence I heard in his voice, disgusted by the fact I was getting too weak to hold him above the earth where I wanted him. His body slammed against the door of his limo, and he let out a hiss of pain at the impact. My head throbbed with sharp stabs of pain, beating in time with my slowing heart. I swear I could feel every cell split in my body, could feel my muscles deteriorate as Metallo stepped closer.

"You shouldn't have done that. He's the President. "he said, taking one step after another, and forcing me to grab on to the side of Lex's limo for support. The side-mirror shattered in my hand as I grasped it, not cognitive enough to measure my own strength.

At the corner of my eye, I watched as the other guards guided Lex to another limo parked behind the one I threw him against.

A punch to the face snapped my head back, breaking my pain-induced stare.

Sometimes being super isn't such a lousy thing. It took me about two seconds to gather enough mental strength and turn it into physical action. Two hits: an uppercut to the jaw, followed by a swift punch to the gut.

My strength was still there, enough at least to bring him to his knees. But I could feel each hit, hard, where once I wouldn't be able to feel it at all. I could feel my knees wobble beneath my thighs, and I swayed into the limo again, quicker than it took last time. If I can't get him to stay down soon, I'll lose consciousness.

It took more effort than it should have to rip the wheel from its frame and hurl it at Metallo. As it hit its mark, it knocked him on his back. He was only down for a moment, but it was enough time to retaliate. I never thought lifting a car above my head would be difficult, but I was panting and sweating with the effort, waiting for him to get up again.

Metallo was hunched over, lifting himself off the ground. And as he raised his head, I raised the limo a little higher before hitting him with it hard enough to literally pound him into the ground. My eyes located the gas tank, and I wasted no time in hitting it with my heat vision.

The explosion forced me to stumble a few feet back.

I wanted to shout my frustrations as two, glowing green lights got closer to me. Metallo stepped out of the fire, pissed as much as someone more machine than man could be. He hit me before I saw it coming.

Then he hit me again even quicker.

And then another five times so fast, I couldn't tell you where he hit first.

I got barely three hits in before he retaliated hard enough to knock me on my back. The sound of metal shifting caused me to question what was going on. I opened my eyes just in time to witness Metallo's metal hands turn into, of all things, a chainsaw and the biggest hammer I had ever seen. I didn't get to think about it much before my face became acquainted with said hammer half a dozen times.

His hammer-hand morphed back. His mistake was picking me up by my face. He recoiled backwards when my heat vision seared through his arm, detaching it from the rest of his body. I saved myself just in time; the chainsaw was inches away from my neck. Normally not something to be concerned about, but it was unknown to me what could happen standing this close to Kryptonite.

Especially sense I've been exposed to it for this long.

In the back of my mind, I heard a scream as I was backhanded hard enough that I was sent flying through the air. At some point, I realized the sharp, solid objects I was hitting as I crashed into the ground were headstones.

I was in a cemetery.

The rain woke me up. I groaned, and then stiffened at the pain in my chest and sides. I forgot that I was hurt-it's not something I usually have to remember.

I blinked a few times at the light coming closer to me. Wishing that the fog from the rain wasn't so thick, and wondering why the light was green.

Green…

No!

Metallo hadn't seen me, so I ducked behind one of the larger tombstones and hoped to God that my red cape couldn't be seen until my head was clear enough to think straight.

The tombstone I was hidden behind was long, thin, and had a pointed edge. The better to throw with.

When the stone made contact, it shattered and forced him back against the earth. He was up almost instantly. The second tombstone I threw at him was easily punched through, the impact not slowing him one bit.

I was even less lucky with the third object I tried to throw at him. I don't even know what it was; just that it wasn't someone's tombstone this time.

I was weak.

My mind was boiling.

My muscles felt like they were shredding.

And he was coming closer.

The…the Kryptonite…was coming… closer.

Metallo had me hoisted up by my throat, ready to kill me. My body was ready to give up. But I couldn't. I wouldn't just stop fighting.

My momentary salvation came in the shape of a bat.

…or, rather several bats that had found themselves sticking out of Metallo's chest. An electrical current sent him to seizures painful enough that he dropped me.

I may have been screaming. I couldn't tell with my head still feeling like lava was being poured into it. Didn't help much that I was face down in mud, either.

I started to feel safe for some reason, thinking about that bat shape, and wanting so badly to lose conciseness. If I was still this weak, than Metallo was still close by. Real close.

Why did I feel safe, again?

A pair of black-gloved hands grasped my shoulders. I wanted to pull away, but they were dragging me far enough away from Metallo that my senses, super and otherwise, were coming back to me. I realized then that the presence was warm and human. His scent was familiar and his touch was normal.

Normal.

"Batman."

He had dragged me far enough away that I could stand on my own shaky feet. "Batman…" I groaned as he lifted my left arm over his shoulder, bearing most of my weight. It was getting easier for me to move every step we took. I looked behind me, taking in whatever it was Bruce had done to Metallo. He was still seizing, and definitely screaming, I realized. But he was starting to pull each bat shaped weapon out one at a time. "That's not gonna hold him much longer."

"I know. That's why we have to get you out of here."

I felt my knees start to fail me before I saw the metallic, tentacle-like limb grasp Batman around his neck and throw his body into a group of headstones.

Guess that's my payback.

I shuddered, both from how close Metallo had found his way next to me, and because he was strangling Bruce. Watching this happen to him, his feet dangling off the ground and struggling to take a breath, made my chest clench in a way Kryptonite never would.

"No…" I muttered, catching myself from hitting the ground just in time to bear witness to Batman saving himself.

Once again.

It made me sick to my stomach knowing I couldn't help him. I couldn't stop the very small feeling of triumph as the weaponized baterang hit its mark.

Metallo's Kryptonite based heart.

The small explosion was enough to injury him only slightly, and I embraced his moment of weakness. I concentrated my heat vision, severing the limb that had Batman suspended and using Metallo's distraction to my advantage.

The arm receiving the severed limb regenerated into the shape of a gun. "Superwoman…from me, to you," Metallo picked something off the ground, but before I could question what it was, the gun was pointing at me.

There was bang.

I saw a glowing green light coming closer to me, followed quickly by seeing nothing at all but searing white as Kryptonite was lodged into my chest.

Falling…has never hurt…me…this much.

Wellup, chaper 2! Got that up a lot quicker than I thought I would.

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