A/N: Anyone who has seen the BBC show 'Sherlock' will know where I got one of the scenes here from. Seriously, though if you haven't seen it, the first thing you should do after is review this (lol) and then watch it. The definitive and best experience of Sherlock Holmes out there,(Sorry Robert Downey Jr and that guy from Elementary).

Now, enjoy!

Plus I don't know if Steve Trevor has a cousin. Just added it in. It doesn't affect the story in any way, so don't worry.

"The scenario could be the end of the world. It isn't going to happen."

Clark rolled his eyes. When Bruce believed that he was right, he would stubbornly refuse to see any other possibilities, which was bad for him, since he believed him to be wrong.

"Look, this guy from the U.N is going to come to us anyway. It builds up good publicity, and that is something we might need right now. Did you see Luthor's latest interview?"

"Yes. 'Nothing good can come from hero worship', was the title. A load of propaganda being fed to blind reporters and journalists. I swear, the only publicists there with any sense were Lois and Vicki Vale."

"Exactly. Come on, this Steve Trevor isn't that bad. He's clean!"

Batman turned from the monitor to face the Kryptonian. "There are three reasons why he is not going to be the US's representative for the Justice League. First, everyone has their own secrets to hide. His record doesn't make him trustworthy, it only serves as the opposite. He follows orders by the book. I don't trust military men like that. I only ever trusted one man in the army, and he's dead now." He made sure to pour some respect into those words. It was the least General Shanks deserved. "Secondly, while he may be clean, his employer, Amanda Waller, isn't. Shady situations and a strange fascination, or should I say obsession, with costumed vigilantes. She's had secret dealings with Luthor in the past as well. And third, someone representing the government up here does not suggest that they trust us. They want him to keep an eye on us, like Shanks. And the difference is that Trevor will not put the middle finger up at his superiors if his beliefs are compromised. Plus, he's a do-gooder, and I can't stand those people."

Superman raised an eyebrow. "And why would that be? Some people would put us in that criteria."

"Because to do good, they must create bad. Otherwise they can't do good. He's a war veteran," Batman finished, as if the conversation was closed.

"Then you may be disappointed," Superman smiled sheepishly. "I kind of told Diana to bring him here anyway."

Batman glared at him. For such a powerful man, the Man of Steel could be so thick sometimes. "Fine," he sighed audibly. "Beam him up. I can study him, so this won't be a complete waste of time."

"Study him?" Superman asked. "He isn't a frog you're dissecting!"

Any more of their conversation as they heard the tell tale sign of the teleporters, before Wonder Woman and a man dressed in a colonel's uniform. He respectfully saluted to the Kryptonian before realising who else was in the room. His face visibly fell as he looked in the Dark Knight's direction, who watched him in the same way.

"When you told me I would be meeting three key members of the Justice League, Diana, I did not expect that would include him," Steve motioned to Batman, who still stared in his direction. "Nevertheless, I'm glad you agreed to this. My superiors will be thrilled."

"We haven't agreed to anything yet," Superman reminded him. "This is just a trial run."

"I understand," he nodded. "But I'm sure once you've seen-"

"Iraq or Afghanistan?" Batman asked him, interrupting him.

"Um, what?"

"Where were you last positioned? Afghanistan or Iraq?" Batman repeated, talking to him in the same manner a parent would to a child.

"Did you tell him about me, Diana?" he asked, puzzled as to why he would be asked this.

"Not a word," was her reply. She kept a straight face, but her eyes held a small smile of amusement. What was Bruce doing?

"Have you read my file?" Steve asked. When his answer was no, he said: "Then how do you know?"

If Batman could smile, he would probably have been grinning from ear to ear. "You have a tanned face but no tan above the wrist. You've been abroad but not sunbathing. You're haircut, the way you stand suggests military. The way you looked at all the monitors and various scans and screens shows surprise. You don't see stuff like this, not because you're poor but because you spend a lot of time away from America, in poverty stricken, war-torn countries that don't have the money to spend on these devices. You seem to have a little bit of a limp, not enough to hinder movement but enough to cause stress, yet you didn't ask for a chair nor does it affect you while you are walking, showing you forget about your ailment. It suggests that the problem isn't really with your leg but with your psyche, at the very least partially. Shows that the circumstances of the injury was traumatising, but not crippling enough to render your limbs inert. So, where does a soldier get a suntan and wounded/traumatised these days? Afghanistan or Iraq."

Steve looked at him with mouth agape, stunned with shock. "How the hell do you know-"

"Ah, but there's more," Batman once again cut him off. "The way you look at Diana tells that you are grateful to her. She's been there for you at some rough times. Yet the ring on your finger suggests that your feelings are purely platonic, even though your mannerisms suggest otherwise. Marriage problems? Maybe, but your injury and the phone in your pocket write something else."

"How the hell do you know about the phone?!" The military man demanded. He was getting more freaked out by the minute. Any attempts by Superman and Wonder Woman were crushed. Batman was on a roll now.

"If your asking how I know about the phone, there is slight bulge at the bottom of the pocket which leads down to your thigh, yet the upper section of it seems to be clear. It's used to holding something bigger, like a walkie-talkie, not a mobile phone. Anyway, your hand keeps dipping into your pocket so you can glance at your phone. You are expecting, hoping for a message. From who? Well, engraving on the back and the type of it shows who. It's an iPhone, expensive and new. You're a soldier who wouldn't indulge in such toys with mp3 players and the like, so it must have been a gift. Scratches on both sides means that it would have been placed with keys and coins. You came up to the Watchtower, you wouldn't have brought up those items yet you brought the phone. Someone like you wouldn't treat his one luxury item like this, so it's had a previous owner then, 'Patrick Trevor'. Not your father, this is a young man's gadget, so a brother or cousin then. Engraved under his name is 'Molly', with three kisses, with letter x. Expense of the phone says wife, not girlfriend. As I said, it's new, so why give it away? Trouble in paradise, that's why. He wanted rid of it, so he left her, not the other way around. He gave it to you, wants you to stay in touch, probably worried about the things you may have seen on the battlefield. Yet instead of going to him you immerse yourself in the world of heroes. Maybe it's because of his drinking."

"Okay, how could you possibly know about that?!" Steve shouted. He wanted to leave now, but the man's words almost seemed to freeze him in place. Superman and Diana were experiencing a similar problem.

"Guess, but a good one. There's a compartment where you charge the phone. It's worn, so he used it a lot, and it's decorated with more scratches. When he plugs it in his hands are shaking, from the alcohol. You don't find that on a sober man's phone. So, I guess you were right," he concluded. "You weren't expecting me."

The trio looked at him in stunned shock. "That was… amazing. Extraordinary," Diana said.

"I am the 'World's Greatest Detective'," he replied. "Though that's not usually the response I get."

"Then what reply do you get?" Superman asked.

"Piss off," he replied. "Now, what did you want to talk about, Mr. Trevor?"

The man in question just stared at him, before muttering "it can wait." Leaving with a few goodbyes, he turned back to the teleported outside the room.

"Steve, wait!" Superman shouted, running after him to make sure he didn't leave.

After he left to bring him back, Wonder Woman's initial feeling of amazement towards the Dark Knight turned to irritation. "Why in Tarturus did you do that?"

Her feeling of annoyance only increased as he smirked back at her. "A show of power, Princess. I just deduced his entire career and personal life in less than five minutes. Let him take that back to his superiors."

"He is my friend. Did it feel good to freak him out?"

"Yes," he responded truthfully. "In fact, I found it very rewarding."

Her eyes narrowed. "You are such an asshole sometimes." With that, she turned to walk away.

He sighed. I can't win, he thought to himself. I can't deny though, that felt really good.

"Look," he called to her. "I'm sorry, okay? Can we still be friends?" he asked in a childish way.

"Depends," she shot back. "I'm telling Alfred on you either way."

He snorted, and although she told herself she was still annoyed with him, she couldn't help the small smile that came on to her lips as she walked away.

"I've got all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop…"

The Joker continued his run as the blade went back and forth, just about missing his fingers. He had been doing it for a while now, Deathstroke observed. He hadn't actually cut himself yet, although he had come close a few times. Knowing the maniac in front of him, he would probably enjoy the pain, the rush of blood as it would ooze out of his wounds. He had avoided it so far though.

"And if I hit my fingers then the blood will soon come out, oh chop, chop, chop I'm picking up the speed. And if I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed."

"Do you ever shut up?" Slade asked, irritation seeping into his voice. "When we capture Lane, and I'm a considerable distance from you, then you can do this crap again. Until then, try not to be so annoying."

If the Joker could pout, then he did. "Why all the hostility, Death? And why do we have to capture poor little Lois. So unoriginal! Boooring!"

The assassin visibly sighed. "The reporter is merely bait. Superman is the target, not her. That mainly means that you are not allowed to touch her. Our boss specifically told us that she is not to be harmed. You came up with the plan to destroy Superman, so do it. But stay away from the woman."

"Why do you get all the fun? You get the girl, and I get the most mundane hero ever. His weakness is a green rock?! I mean come on!"

The van they were in stopped, signalling their arrival. "Shut up. We're here. Do what you need to do with the apartment, and send a message. I'll subdue Lois."

Superman gently flew through the air, allowing the wind to lap at his hair. After the disaster of Steve Trevor meeting Batman, and his attempts at healing the situation (He wasn't sure how successful he had been. The poor guy was a bit too shell-shocked.) were okay at best.

But that wasn't on his mind. Something, or someone to be more specific. He thought about how his relationship with Lois had gone over the past year. She could have thrown him out long ago, left him because he wasn't always there for her, but she didn't.

She accepted him.

Most people didn't realise the burden of being a hero. If he asked anyone, would they be willing to have abilities like him, they would jump at the chance. Yet they only saw one side to it. They didn't see the worry that he got every time he was away from her. He was a bit anxious now, but for an entirely different reason.

He held the ring in his hand. It was probably the most expensive thing he had ever bought. Oliver, and to his credit, Bruce had offered him a little help, as a reporter's salary wasn't the wealthiest job out there, but he had refused. Superman, Green Arrow nor Batman was suitable for this job. Clark Kent had to do this, and through his work and his savings he had finally bought something worth her. It had to be something special, something unique, something perfect, like her.

He flew to her apartment. In his mind he replayed the conversations he had cherished with her, from their first meeting to the time he told her he loved her. For some reason, one very particular talk replayed again, and again, and again…

"Um, Lois?" he asked her. He was always uncertain in situations like these. They were currently lying in bed, and although the night had been memorable, he felt like he needed to ask her something. "Is it hard-"

"No," she replied, cutting him off without skipping a beat. "I'd say it's quite tired. Although the Man of Steel nickname is suitable."

"Um… not really what I was going to ask, Ms. Lane," he grinned. "Why do you have such a dirty mind?"

"I don't know. You're the one who asked if it was hard."

"Well… what I was going to ask was… when we… make love, have sex, whatever, do I… ever hurt you, I mean?"

She cupped his face in her hands before she softly kissed him, pulling him in closer. "Nah, you're good. Seriously though… I never feel in danger or anything. You're gentle with me, it's like you turn off your superpowers like a light switch. Sure, sometimes me being the dominant one gets a bit boring, but it's never bad. I don't feel threatened when you love me, I feel safe."

Kissing him again before he could respond, she showed his affection for him. And it showed that he was very gentle.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he made his way to her apartment. Out of respect for her he never used his powers to see through the wall, but he guessed that something wasn't right, like a sinking feeling in his gut telling him that he wasn't going to like what he would see next.

He covered his hand over his mouth as he looked in. Everything in her apartment was either overturned or smashed to pieces. But that wasn't the most worrisome thing. A demented smile, a cruel laugh, a maniacal grin decorated the centre of the apartment.

The Joker.

Would Superman please make his way to a Miss Lois Lane's office. Only Superman. Anyone else will find her in pieces. You have 24 hours.

He didn't need to use his hearing to hear her screams, to hear his laugh. He could hear the assorted broadcasts, telling the tale of how the Daily Planet had got taken over by the Joker.

And he was afraid. Not for himself, but for her. He was more afraid than he had ever been.

And here… we… go.

Thank you for reading another chapter of this. First thing I want to do is thank everyone who reviewed, and that includes guests as well. I care about you too!

And have you heard the news?! Batman is in the sequel to Man of Steel! Please don't fuck it up, DC, please. We already have this SMWW crap that's coming out in October, (Month of my birthday, what a present) which is basically about them screwing. And I'm being totally serious too. If you don't believe me, check it out on the internet. Although it's been deleted, the guy who's writing it basically said they are going to bang in it. That's it. Add in the wasted potential of 'Trinity War' and it's pretty bad. Spoiler Alert ahead, I suppose. If you haven't read Trinity War, just skip to the end.

Anyway, it starts with Dr. Light getting killed by Superman. Who the hell is he? And then the second part to the story basically explains that all away by saying he ain't acting under his own control and all the while the two Justice Leagues who had been fighting each other awkwardly stare at each other while Wonder Woman gets Pandora's Box or something. I'm gone. I really really am.

Anyway, sorry about my rant. The New 52 is bad but Justice League is just terrible. So, if you liked this chapter, please tell me what you think in a review!

Until next time!