The Dark Knight Inspiration
This Part of the story will introduce Superman and other characters in a more realistic way.
Chapter One: The Kent Conspiracy
Metropolis, 2PM January 27th 2027
A man runs like a speeding bullet through Metropolis city centre, cringing. He was chasing a car, which held four men with ski masks and machine guns. "Are we losing him?" One asked.
"Nope, he just keeps on running'"
The man leaped over a car, not even flinching and groaned, he shouted "When I get tired, you're going to need some more gas,"
"... and he keeps on leaping like a squirrel, how is he not tripping over that cape?"
"I take very precise steps!" The man laughed
"Does this guy hear everything!?"
"I'd advise you to stop the car, but I know you won't listen to me,"
"WHO IS THIS GUY!?"
"I'm called a lot of things, I prefer Superman,"
Superman caught up with the car, just to get next to the driver's window, it was undone, and the driver was ready to shoot, until Superman grabbed his gun and threw it behind him. He grabbed the wheel and steered it until the car toppled over. Superman quickly leaped over the skidding car, cringing. He thought he should run away before the press arrived, he felt that he couldn't wear a mask because he would be just like the criminals, however it wasn't hard to distinguish him and his secret identity one and the same. However, they were right on the scene. One lucky reporter, for the local newspaper, The Daily Planet managed to get a picture of his face. Unluckily for Superman, his secret identity, Clark Kent worked at The Daily Planet.
Superman was a muscular, dashing man; he was about forty-eight. He wore a blue t-shirt with an exaggerated 'S' on the chest area. He looked intimidating, but also someone you could also look up to. Superman felt a million flashes in his eye, he cringed, he always hated pictures being taken of him, and it hurt his eyes. Clark Kent grew up on a small farm in Smallville, Kansas. People say he was born in a meteor swarm. It's a myth if he came from a meteor, or if the meteor shower affected him. Superman just shrugged when people asked him how he had retrieved his powers, if you could call them that. Superman even managed to run on water for about five minutes, he never revealed how he did it, because he didn't know.
The Daily Planet Building, Metropolis 11AM January 28th 2027
Clark Kent quickly rushed through the crowd taking pictures of him, Jimmy Olsen, who he thought was his friend betrayed him. Clark Kent's life was ruined. He thought the glasses were enough to hide his face, evidently not. Lois Lane, Clark Kent's girlfriend ran over to him, screaming and shouting words that I wouldn't dare to say. She slapped Clark in the face and continued to shout at him. "Clark Kent! You give me answers! Are you Superman!? Tell me now!? Or the wedding is off!" Lois screamed
"No, I'm not Superman, why would I be Superman?"
"We have photographic evidence, Mr Kent," Jimmy Olsen squeaked, afraid that Clark was going to lose his temper, as he was the one that took the picture that started this all.
"Get out of Here! You're the one that ruined Mr. Kent's life!" Perry White, the editor shouted. Perry White was bursting with anger, he knew that what he did was wrong, approving the story, but news is news, and he explained this to Lois before she ripped his head off. "So, what are we going to do?" sighed Lois, lowering her voice. "We tell the public that I'm not Superman, simple as that,"
"No, it's not as simple as that, do you realise that this is on every newspaper in America, people are calling you the new Batman, the Batman of Metropolis,"
"Superman came first," Jimmy Olsen squeaked,
"Get outta of here before I rip your head off!" Mr. White screamed,
"Oh, yes sir!" Jimmy croaked,
"He's only a kid, don't put too much pressure on him," Clark said, wiping his glasses,
"He's potentially ruined your life!" Lois shouted, losing her temper yet again. Lois put her hands on her forehead; she was trying to hide the fact that she was worried for her own personal safety. "We're not safe, Superman has put a lot of people behind bars, they're gonna come after us, gangs, family members of the criminals, even politicians who want to put you behind bars for vigilantism, everyone that Superman has ever crossed is going to want to find us, and in some cases, kill us,"
"I... I'm sorry Mr. Kent, I... I didn't mean to..."
"It's alright, Jimmy, we have bigger things to worry about,"
The four people discussed this until they heard shouting and screaming outside the window. "What the Devil!?" Mr. White shouted. All four of them quickly ran to the window and saw a fiery explosion. A riot was happening, coming to The Daily Planet, Criminals, gangs, The Metropolis mob alike were coming to kill Clark Kent, and everyone who stood in their way.
Chapter Two- Heart and Arrow
Star City, 1AM February 2nd 2027
Oliver Queen sat on the rooftop of a building, he was silent, and he was holding a suitcase, wearing a green hood, a green bulletproof vest, and a quiver, filled with arrows. He also wore a domino mask, which didn't hide much of his face, he had a goatee. Queen was on the hunt for the O.M.A.C. Project, he was inspired by the legend of Batman, Queen called himself, Green Arrow. Arrow opened his briefcase, revealing a bow; he pulled it out of his case. Arrow was hunting down an assassin known as Slade Wilson. Slade was trained by an organisation known as Leviathan, which apparently had ties to the League of Shadows, Arrow had heard about them because, they were the people who made Green Arrow.
That's a story for another time, Arrow was a patient person, and he had survived ten years on Starfish Island, an uncharted island near Santa Prisca Prison. There's a rumour that Bane spent some time on Santa Prisca, just a rumour, but people have sufficient evidence that he may have been there. Arrow attached a scope to his bow, trying his best to keep quiet. Wilson was a master of tracking and a fantastic detective, he would know if Arrow even sneezed. Arrow grinned, he has seen the target, he was wearing a blue and orange suit, and an eye patch. Arrow aimed his arrow at Slade's leg; the arrow had a rope tied to it which was attached to a machine which would drag Slade to the building. Arrow wasn't looking for a physical confrontation; his fighting skills weren't at the standard of Superman or Batman. Arrow packed a dagger and a few throwing knives just in case. Slade walked out of the opposite building of which Arrow was on. The building was called The Canary Cry Bar, which Arrow's girlfriend, Dinah Lance worked at. Dinah Lance was another vigilante known as The Black Canary, you would think that it would give her away, but it didn't. Black Canary was a blonde, leather jacket wearing hero. Canary took a walkie-talkie from her belt. "He's left the building, Olly, he's all yours," Dinah whispered, "I'll back you up if anything happens,"
Arrow looked worried; he was scared that Dinah would get hurt. Granted, she was better at Physical Confrontations than Arrow, but she was nothing compared to Wilson. Arrow put away his fear and let go of his arrow, it went flying for Slade's leg. Arrow felt a slight happiness, until; Wilson back flipped and grabbed the arrow. Slade put the arrow in the ground and started running up the rope. Canary ran after Wilson, putting her domino mask on. Canary was about to run up the rope after Wilson, but Wilson cut the rope as soon as he was on the building. Arrow constantly fired Arrows at Wilson, but he just dodged them all. Wilson roundhouse kicked Arrow in the face, his nose was bloody, everything looked distorted, and he was trying to get up. Arrow quickly grabbed his bow, wasting no time; he grabbed an arrow, pulled it back and fired. Wilson was too good for that, he caught the arrow, leapt onto Arrow and stabbed him in the chest with it.
Arrow's eyes widened, he coughed and turned over, and he was at death's door. "Olly!" Canary cried, she grunted and pulled her gun out of the holster. She fired the gun, she just missed. Wilson pulled Arrow's dagger out of Arrow's sheath. Wilson lifted the dagger, Canary knew this was her last chance to save Arrow, she pointed her gun at Wilson's feet, and she pulled the trigger. The bullet just scraped his thigh, he didn't look like it hurt him, but it did. Wilson squinted; he turned around, glaring at Canary. She continued to fire at Wilson, Wilson ran from the gunfire, until taking cover behind a metal power box. "Pathetic," Wilson whispered, he pulled an Uzi from his jacket. He came out of cover and started firing the gun. Canary ran from the bullets, trying not to get shot. Arrow regained consciousness; he reached his bow and pulled his last arrow from his quiver and fired. Wilson fell to the ground; he had just taken an arrow to the calf.
Chapter Three- Scarlet Speedster
Central City 5PM February 2nd 2027
Former professional sprinter turned Police Officer, Barry Allen, had never felt better. He was Central City's guardian, he was The Flash. Now, he was running for his life. A secret organisation known as Leviathan is hunting down heroes. Leviathan was the organisation behind The League of Shadows; they were formed by Talia Al Ghul to destroy the United States of America. Flash ran from the gunfire, he was aware that the person who was supposedly Superman was pronounced dead in a terrorist attack a few days ago; it wasn't a surprise that the terrorists were after him. They had already burnt down Barry's apartment and now they were chasing him into the street. The Flash wore a red armoured suit, a full mask, similar to Batman's but with lightning bolts instead of ears. He had a lightning bold within a circle painted on his chest-plate, it was slightly scratched.
There were people from every street he passed shooting at him, The Flash was lucky he had fantastic reflexes. Flash leaped over a speeding car, it wasn't easy with what seemed like an infinite amount of guns shooting at him, he didn't even think to fight back, he couldn't, if he'd even just stopped for a quarter of a second he would have instantly been shot. Flash came to a problem, he had ran into a dead end. "No, no, no!" The Flash panicked, he had never been in this position before.
No-one had ever actually set out to hunt Flash down and kill him. Flash knew this was it; he would never survive a rainfall of bullets, let alone two or three. The Flash was surrounded, he had no-where to go, and hundreds of people circled him, holding ten gun-shops worth of guns. A booming voice shouted "I want him alive! I want him to see his country burn to the ground, just like the rest of them!" He wore a harness, a jacket, cargo pants and a metal mask; it was the masked man known only as, Bane.
Chapter Four- Amazon
On an island near Greece 9AM February 3rd 2027
"Trevor, Trevor! Come in!"
Steve Trevor, a CIA agent was escorting an ex-member of Leviathan to a safe house in Greece, however, Leviathan found out about this and took the plane down, and now Steve was stuck on a random island near Greece. His arm was broken in two places, his back ached."I'm here, I don't know where I am, but I'm alive, talk to me, Waller,"
"We don't know where you are either, Trevor,"
"Could 'ya say that again?"
"You're on uncharted land, Trevor, we cannot track you, and you're on your own, buddy,"
"What are the chances of you finding me?"
"I don't know... one in a million... maybe"
"That's not a very high rate, is it now, Waller?"
"Uh, no, it isn't Trevor, I'm sorry,"
"Better start gathering sticks and stones, if I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life here, I might as well make a start," Steve struggled to get up, he had a bloody nose, he had seemingly lost some teeth. Steve finally got to his feet, his vision was not very good, and he was in his worst state. Steve climbed up a hill to find a horse. However, it wasn't a normal horse; it had a saddle on it. Thoughts rushed through Steve's head; he thought maybe there could be life on this island.
On an Island near Greece 6AM March 1st 2027
Steve had survived almost a month on the island, there was a problem, he was running out of supplies, no-one could give him any, no-one could fly in a helicopter and just rescue him, and it wasn't as simple as that. Steve had gone days not eating, if he continued living like that he knew he would die. He had lost track of what date and time it was. He had blanked out his previous life, one of danger, the fun kind, his fiancée and his son and his friends. Steve saw the same horse everyday, the one with a saddle. The horse followed him everywhere he went, travelling for food. The electricity from the destroyed plane had run out and the bodies of the pilot and the passengers were rotting, it attracted flies. Steve had to move from the plane about five days ago as the oil started to leak. Steve started losing weight, he started to feel weak. Steve fell to the ground, and passed out.
Steve Trevor woke up; he wasn't where he was the previous day, or however long it was. He groaned, he realised that something was wrong, he felt comfortable, he felt like, he was at home. "Uhh... was that just a nightmare?"
"Silence, You're injured,"
A tall woman stood over Steve, she had black curly hair, she wore a golden tiara with a ruby, and an armoured jumpsuit with red for the upper body and blue for the lower body. She had what seemed like an eagle on her chest. She wore two bracelets that looked more like gauntlets and a sword on her back. "Where the hell am I?" Trevor asked, watching the woman's sword.
"The island of Themyscira, not too far from Greece,"
"So... I'm still on the island, then?"
"Yes, you're still here, but not for long,"
"Not for long? Who are you?"
"I am Diana Prince of Themyscira, heir to the Throne,"
"So, how long have you been on this island?"
"I'm not alone, there are other women on this island, some men, but few, this is an island ran by women,"
"Why has this island not been discovered yet, don't you want to be discovered?"
"No, the way we ended up here was in ancient Greece, because of the seemingly superiority of men, we took our own land with the men who knew that we were equal. Due to the moving of plates we were separated from Greece, we believe that Zeus did this for us, to stop them from taking over our land,"
"Um, don't you know that the Greek gods aren't real?"
"Of course they are! How do you suppose you landed here of all places! Zeus felt pity on you!"
Diana was losing her temper, how dare he defy Zeus? Diana doubted the task that her mother had set her. Her mother, the queen Hippolyta set her the task to take Steve back to man's world. A few days a go, a few Themysciran troops had spotted Leviathan troops scouring the land for survivors, namely Steve Trevor. Diana's mother thought it best that they got Steve off the island, and quick.