Having already changed into his costume faster than the speed of sound, Clark sped to the Bank of America, which was currently the subject of a heist. He rushed to disarm three of the thugs holding civilians hostage in the front lobby and knocked them out with a quick, light flick to the temple. Then Superman cut a hole through the glass with his heat vision for the alarms had sealed him in and ferried the victims outside to the teams of paramedics that had arrived on the scene, carefully running slightly slower than usual so not to cause the passengers to lose their lunches. As he sped back inside and x-rayed the building looking for the other two henchmen, Superman heard that he had failed on preventing some people from sickness. Oops, I'll have to work on that.
The Man of Steel zoomed toward the back room and stopped to assess the situation. One of the crooks was using a massive drill to plough through the vault door while the other had a young woman in a choke hold with a Magnum held against her head. Sparks flew everywhere. Superman stepped forward but the hostage-taker straightened and tightened his grip.
"Stay back tights," he shouted. How original. "Don't move because I heard that brains are not machine washable," the man laughed and threw his head back. Next thing he knew he was engulfed in black as a muscular frame dropped on him. The gun flew aside as the caped stranger floored the criminal with a right hook that instantly broke the jaw. Superman winced at the sound, needing no extra abilities to deduce the extent of the injury. The driller turned at the sound and tried to back up as the masked man brought back his bladed arm across his head, cutting his temple deeply, causing him to slam against the steel vault. He slumped down unconscious. The other hero stood and looked around making sure that there were no more threats before standing up and booting the crook with the broken jaw across the back of the head so that he joined his colleague in unconsciousness. Finally he looked up and stared at the man in blue and red. Before he could say anything, the Man of Steel sped down and put the thugs in the recovery position and was standing before him again. Then he set about burning his shield into the steel of the vault.
"Who are you?" came the low, dark, gruff voice.
"Superman. May I suggest we move to a better location?" The superhero smiled for his super-hearing had let him know that Swat teams were moving in the clear the building. "I'll see you on the Daily Planet," he mentioned before leaving a gust of wind behind him.
The Caped Crusader turned, took up the woman on the floor (who had seemingly passed out and run through the door before firing off a grapple hook through the same second floor window that he had previously entered through. Once he had safely reached the rooftop of an adjacent building he put his hand to his ear: "Alfred."
"Yes Master Bruce?" said a soft gentle, expectant and British voice on the other side of the comm.
"I need you to research a vigilante of the name: 'Superman,'" he continued, eying the cops that swarmed into the bank.
"Yes sir, I'll let you know what I find."
"Thank you Alfred," finished The Dark Knight, tapping the earpiece again. He turned to look at the woman in his arms before dropping down into the alley below. He pressed a button on his utility belt and the Batmobile came out of its invisible cloak. Fox needs another raise. Batman placed the brunette into the passenger seat before clipping himself behind the wheel. He moved his head to face her as he pulled out, "Oh, Selina Kyle. What am I going to do with you?"
A few minutes later the girl opened one of her eyes gingerly and smiled as she watched the Dark Knight focus on his driving. This is going to be fun.
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Chloe pulled up her Golf just outside the apartment block where she lived with Lois and turned off her engine just as Lonely Boy by The Black Keys faded out. She stepped out and pushed the door shut before locking her car and entering the building. Not bothering to wait for the lift, she made her way up the stairs slowly, carrying the bags that Clark had left with her on either side of her. He hadn't come back for her after his stint at the bank but then again Chloe hadn't of expected him to either. Early reports seemed to indicate that he wasn't alone making this save. Witnesses had claimed to have seen the Batman, Gotham's Caped Crusader, leaving the scene with a socialite named Selina Kyle. Personally, because of how tired she was, Chloe was glad that this wasn't her area of reporting anymore. She could relax and maybe watch a movie with a plot that didn't really need to be followed. As she placed her key into the door she froze- Lois had just cursed loudly from inside. So much for a relaxing evening then.
Bracing herself, the blonde pushed her way through the door and stood to accept the yelling that she was bound to get with her eyes closed. When a few moments went past, Chloe opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings. This never happened, Lois was normally hot on the case when it came to dealing with people that had pissed her off. Instead her apartment seemed to have been turned upside down or a bomb made entirely of clothes had exploded in her living room. A bra hung from the ceiling light, a dress over the T.V. and there was a pair of lacy underwear hanging off the fridge door. Finally, the intrepid report emerged herself, dressed only in a matching pair of red undergarments that Chloe knew were her best and saved only for "adult" occasions.
"Hi Chloe have you seen my stockings? And those diamond earrings? And those sexy black heels?" Lois sped out, not taking a breath between her questions nor looking at her cousin as she strode past.
Chloe looked at her watch before answering, "what's this in occasion for Lo'?" Her eyebrow raised, feigning ignorance. She walked further into the living space and dumped Clark's bags on the sofa.
"Superman." Lois had stopped dead and looked straight at Chloe as though she had gone crazy.
"Oh yeah, your 'date,'" Chloe mocked, mimicking speech marks with her fingers while grinning lightly.
"Oh, it is so a date. Have you you ever heard of a man burning an invitation into a door for a brief chat?" Lois rambled as though she was talking about a normal subject like the weather. She walked back into her room.
"He what?!" Exclaimed Chloe as she made for the door and opened it. Someone get me some Kyptonite, I am going to kill Clark.
"Isn't it romantic?" Lois stepped back outside her room, dressed now in a tight red dress.
The neckline was low enough to be seductive but not too much. Other than that, the brunette wore stockings; a light gold necklace; diamond earrings and black heels. She was dressed to impress and was easily achieving this. Lois could have been a contender for most desirable woman on the planet.
"Wow," breathed Chloe, stunned.
"That's what I'm going for," Lois smiled seductively, clearly planning on bringing her A-game.
"I can see. So I'm guessing because you're all ready, that you're going to eat before you get there for seven?" Chloe presumed, walking over to the edge of the couch and placing down the bags in her hands and slumping down into the fabric tiredly.
Lois snapped around, her eyes scrutinizing her cousin intently: "I never mentioned the date started at seven…" She eyed her cousin suspiciously.
Chloe coolly shifted in her seat and matched her flat-mate's glare smiling, "Most dates start at seven Lois. Also, I know that you need at least three hours to get ready for a date. Judging by the state of the place you've already taken up about two hours."
"You know me cuz," Lois said, letting go of her stare and returning to her room. "Do you know where that clutch is?"
This is going to be a long night, I hope Clark's prepared for it…
Author's Note: Thanks again for reading! The move is slowly coming together but feels like the more I get done, the more I find to do! Anyway, a friend kindly lent me his internet so I could get this chapter out on time.
Thinking about how I was going to write AC when he finally arrives and I realised that it could be quite difficult since I don't seem to connect with the character. Personally I much prefer Victor Stone (i.e. Cyborg) because he seems so grounded and sensible, which I think would accompany Kara's wild steak quite well. I can't decide between the two so I'm hoping that you guys could help me out by voting on which you would like to see. Just PM me or review to cast a vote and when I get round to writing in AC/Victor I'll tally up the votes and go with it. No specific date set yet!
Once again thanks for reading and I am grateful for any reviews or follows since the last chapter. Get voting!