Lois Lane tried to stifle a snicker. However, the farther she scrolled down the chat log, the more impossible this became. She had stumbled upon the public chatroom while researching the Wayne Enterprises for an upcoming article.
"CLARK!" Louis yell whispered to the cubicle beside her. "PSSST CLARK!" Louis tried again, still no response. She rolled her eyes, ripping a blank page from a notebook on her desk, crumpling it up and throwing it at him.
Clark took out his headphones and locked eyes with his girlfriend, trying not to laugh. "Can I help you?" He asked, raising his gorgeous ebony eyebrows. She waved him over.
"Look at this chatroom!" She smirked, gesturing to the screen. Clark began to scroll rather enthusiastically. Growing more amused with every line.
"Oh my God...incredible." He whispered.
"Better be careful Clark...the twelve year olds are on to your secret identity!" Louis chuckled.
"You don't think Bruce Wayne is actually the batman?" Clark asked, widening his eyes in mock horror.
"Hahaha no, it's like Kiara said, the man is a billion years old."
"Ah good old Kiara, patron saint of peace." Clark whispered, descending into laughter with his girlfriend.
"Well I guess I'll find out tonight. He's going to be at a charity gala I'm covering."
"Oh, Lex's thing right? Be careful...the guy was born without his marbles."
"Relax, I'll be fine." Clark kissed his girlfriend on the cheek before looking up. He was horrified to see Jimmy Olsen's kid sister staring back at them, cheeks bright red. She couldn't be older than sixteen, with beach blonde hair and big baby blue eyes.
"Uh...ahem how long have you been standing there?" Clark asked trying to remain calm.
"Oh! Sorry, I just got here, Olsen wanted me to give you these." She smiled nervously, dropping a file of photographs to go with the article Clark has been writing. "He's out on vacation but wanted to make sure you got the photographs for your articles."
"Thank you Kiara." Louis smiled, as the girl walked away rather quickly. Clark raised his eyebrows.
"Her name is Kiara?"
"I'll talk to her later…" Louis smiled nervously, shooing her boyfriend back to his desk.
The rain pounded rather heavily against the glass of Lex Luthor's office. He was busy filing through the media's recent coverage of Lexcorp to send a letter of things to fix to their PR department. He had opened another tab however, to research Batman. He had already nailed Superman as Clark Kent, the town's surveillance footage captured Clark running into a bathroom and Superman running out on more than one occasion. Not to mention the fact that if Clark took off his glasses he looked identical to Superman, Lex sighed, people could be so stupid sometimes. Somehow he managed to stumble upon a chat room full of fangirls, Lex laughed maniacally at the conversation. The more he scrolled the more hysterical he got. The idea that some girl out there found him handsome, it was a far cry from high school when all the girls chanted 'Loser Lex' as he walked by. He quickly printed out the web page and waved over one of his executive assistants.
"I want a profile on every girl involved in this conversation!" He demanded, throwing the paper at her. She opened her mouth in confusion. "I'll email you the link, just go." The girl nodded, hurrying out. She had worked at Lexcorp for a year now and was used to Lex's random, often psychotic sounding requests.
Lex reread the conversation thoughtfully, realising he had never considered Bruce Wayne as Batman's alter ego. He ran through security footage, facial and body recognition, public health and finance records, everything added up. The nail in the coffin perhaps was an abandoned cellphone had recorded Bruce Wayne entering a cave, and batman exiting. "So Bruce Wayne is batman...interesting." Lex smiled as he sat back in his seat, finally the last piece of the puzzle. Finally he could enact his plan to destroy Superman, once and for all! Lex laughed like a maniac as he ran down the hallway, eager to gather the resources needed to enact his plan. Perhaps however, he ran out of his office a little too quickly. For if he had lingered, he may have noticed a newly appointed intern lurking in the shadows. A teenage girl with chestnut hair curled in an updo, dawning an expensive black dress and red pumps. Tiffany had snuck into the office to get a glimpse of her hero, she had inadvertently overheard the entire conversation. The girl booked it out of the office quickly, she had to warn her friends...before it was too late.
Bruce Wayne sat at the batcave, researching Superman. Every day it seemed, the clown caused another scandal, hurting people without reason, throwing around his freakish superpowers like a highschool bully. "Alfred, I'm not going to get any work done, with you laughing over there!" Bruce looked over at his chief of security in annoyance.
"Forgive me sir, but I stumbled upon this chat log while surfing the world wide web, you might find it interesting…" Bruce rolled his eyes, grabbing the paper. He scanned it quickly.
"Just another group of eccentric fan girls. Teenagers think with their hearts not their heads." Bruce sighed. "I hardly see what's so funny about this?" His eyes lingered on the Chloe girl's chats. She had suggested, he was Bruce wayne. "We'll just have to monitor them, make sure they don't get themselves into too much trouble."
Alfred sighed lightly shaking his head. "No but you used to...when you were a kid you found everything funny."
"Yes, well Gotham doesn't have a good history with freaks who find everything funny." Bruce shook his head, his mind wandering to the Joker and that psychotic girlfriend of his...what was her name Harley Quinn?
"Someday I hope you are able to find something funny." Alfred retorted walking away.
"Belle Brooks you get off of that desk right now!" Belle's mother demanded, after seeing Belle practice her cartwheel on her colleague's desk. Belle rolled her eyes, jumping down reluctantly. "You promised, that if I attended the stupid museum volunteer orientation program you would buy me starbucks!" Belle's mother owned one of Metropolis's largest and most succesful museums, and she wanted nothing better than to force her daughter to follow in her footsteps. She was brazen enough to force Belle into joining the museum's high school volunteer program. Little did Belle's mother know that Belle planned to enlist in the National Guard, just like her father! She had to find a way to break this gently however, her dad was killed in the line of duty and as such, this was a poor subject for her mother.
"I told you sweetie, you can have your starbucks right after I finish this quick meeting."
"You would put a meeting above your own child?!" Belle demanded, trying to sound as outraged as possible. The greater the guilt she figured, the greater the payoff.
"Young lady you are getting any drink in any size plus a snack, so I strongly suggest you keep your mouth shut for the time being." Belle scrunched her chocolate brown colored nose in frustration, but shut her mouth. She watched as walked into the room, clad in a white business dress. She appeared to be laughing about something on her iphone before putting it away to shake her mother's hand to introduce herself. They walked outside to talk buisness, Belle had tried to eavesdrop but grew inevitably bored. That is until she noticed had left her phone unlocked, sitting on her mother's desk. Belle looked around quickly, she thought for a moment but figured the woman was practically asking for people to look through her phone if she was just going to leave it around like this. Belle gasped when she looked at the most recent text conversation, someone had sent this lady a screenshot of her and her friend's private chat room!
Hippolyta: Have you seen this chat log?
Diane: XD no, but it's pretty cute. Where did you find it?
Hippolyta: Where I found it is none of your concern, but it appears you still have fans my dear, even after all these years…
Diane: My queen, I tried to help the humans but after a century of terror it became clear, humans are beyond help.
Hippolyta: You left our people for this? My dear, humanity may be beyond saving but humans are not. Wonder Woman meant something to people…it gave them hope.
Diane: Wonder Woman is dead, crucified never again will she return. The humans killed her.
Hippolyta: Perhaps, I can only hope some day Wonder Woman will rise again.
Belle flushed, putting the phone down and throwing herself to a chair across the room. Could what she read be true? Could she have...accidentally stumbled upon Wonder Woman? After years of research and fangirling, she had assumed Wonder Woman was lost to the pages of time. But now she wasn't so sure? One thing's for sure...she had to update her friends asap! Diane walked back in with her mother. They thanked each other and shook hands. "Oh, pardon me Diane, this is my daughter Belle." Belle walked up, smiling nervously, butterflied filled her stomach. She could be shaking hands with the wonder woman after all!
"It's a pleasure to meet you ." Bell smiled making eye contact with the woman, etiquette was one of those things her mother put obnoxious emphasis on. The woman's demeanor shifted slightly but she quickly recovered.
"And you as well, . Your mother is quite the businesswoman if you are anything like here I am sure you will be a millionaire someday." With that Diane grabbed her phone and excited.
"STARBUCKS!" Belle cried charging out the door. Her mother chased after her. "So, how'd the deal go?" Belle tried to sound interested to be polite, but she was really sweet talking her mother so she would let her stay up late tonight, to chat with her friends.
"It went well, wanted a little more for the artifacts then the museum had planned for, but I was able to talk her down."
"White people...always so greedy." Belle's mother shook her head with a laugh, roughaling her daughter's curly hair.
Mariene's wavy silver hair glistened in the sunlight as she sat by the ocean. She reflected on recent events. Yesterday had been good, she had spent the day with her friends and had an amazing sleepover. They marathoned every episode of supernatural AND had a legendary pillow fight! But when it came to tracking their heroes, the only thing they accomplished was figuring out who and where they WEREN'T. Mariene sighed, picking up a pebble and skipping it along the lonely ocean. She closed her eyes, ever since she was little she had wanted to be a mermaid. The ocean represented adventure, mystery and an escape from the mundanes of everyday life. "If mermaids are real, please send me a sign." Mariene whispered into a rose colored, heart shaped rock nearby. She flung it into an ocean. After finishing her tea Mariene stood up to leave, thoroughly disappointed. That is until a silver spear hit her in the leg, knocking her off balance. Mariene cried out, falling to the ground. She looked to the direction the spear came from, but she had to rub her eyes in disbelief. As all she saw was a greenish silver mermaid tail disappearing. "HEY WAIT COME BACK, PLEASE! YOU AREN'T A MERMAID ARE YOU?!" Mariene cried in disbelief, taking pictures with her instant camera. The creature never did return, but Mariene was able to grab the spear and her photos. She ran home, eager to share what she had just experienced with her friends.
