*I would like this note to briefly explain who the characters would look like in this universe.
Bruce would look like Armie Hammer from the Social Network and he's going to be in the Lone Ranger movie series coming out. He was going to play him in the Justice League film back in 2009 before it got cancelled and he seems perfect for the playboy and serious enough for the role of Batman.
Clark would look just like Henry Cavill. No need to change perfection.
Lois would be Kate Beckinsale from the Underworld series.
Lex Luthor would be Joaquin Phoenix. With hair too. I think Lex's time as being a bald man is over. Joaquin has that 'nice-guy' quality that could turn sinister very quickly.
Alfred would probably be a younger actor like Liam Cunningham. He has a gruffer and younger attitude who wouldn't take any shit from Bruce but could also be a mentor. He won't be holding any dishes in this series.
And finally, the Joker would probably be Jared Leto. He seems like a good choice because he takes risky roles and has a crazy quality to him. Oh yeah, the Clown Prince of Crime is a BIG part of the story.
Sorry if these notes are getting annoying but they are only to help you understand the characters better and be better immersed in the JUSTICE UNIVERSE. For all of you reading and waiting for more DARK KNIGHT: FROM THE SHADOWS and AQUAMAN: ORIGINS, don't worry, they are coming. I'm going to finish this story first and then fully be focused on the Batman series and the stand-alone adventures. I just wanted to show you all I am dedicated to showing everyone my vision of the DC Universe.
Clark sensed something as soon as he landed to receive his lunch. His break ran late today after Perry made him work his butt off on a story about the recent oil spill. The Aquaman myth was making him wonder if more like him were out there. Anything was possible. Part of him wanted there to be others. But then, the others could be like Zod; and that was the last type of people he needed more of.
He shut the door behind him and looked around his empty apartment. He yawned slightly and walked over to his kitchen as he put his dress pants and shoes back on over the alien material. He grabbed the paper bag that contained four ham and cheese sandwiches and a cup of Greek yogurt. Lois and her health plans. Clark didn't even explain to her that he couldn't get constipated. Before he could chuckle, he felt footsteps in the living room. He quickly turned around and saw a dark figure dart behind the couch. He used X-ray vision to see through the couch and saw an old man slanted like an Olympic runner. His hair was curly and his nose was fat. Clark knew that the man knew he was looking straight at him. Before the old man could stand, Clark ran over the couch and grabbed the man by the hair, ripping it completely off. The man didn't even scream. Clark looked at the hair, expecting blood and skin, instead seeing netting inside and feeling the stiffness of the fake hair. Clark looked back and was met with a punch to the nose.
The man groaned in slight pain and Clark blocked his next punch, grabbing his fist and pulling him towards him. The man clapped his hands against Clark's ears and Clark dropped him. He was shocked at the amount of pain caused by an ordinary human. He shook his head and through the ringing in his ears heard the buzzing of a saw running. He felt the fast-moving blade hit his skin and immediately fly off its axle. He heard the man curse loudly and put the damaged tool in his pocket. Clark's skin was almost indestructible. No bullet had ever pierced his skin, no knife had ever punctured, and even explosives didn't make an effect.
Clark looked at the man and attempted to grab him again. he swiftly dodged his grasp. The man came at Clark with fierce blows across his ribs and chest that made him flinch a little. This man knew had to fight. And his blows were strong. Either this man had powers comparable to his own...or the old coot was a stubborn bastard.
Bruce gave the Superman all he had. He punched and kicked with everything he had. He was getting tired. His skin was like metal. The next karate kick he threw, Superman caught it and tossed him halfway across the room. Bruce's feet hit the wall as he flew and pushed himself off before he could collide painfully. Bruce did a back flip and landed on the floor, nimble as a ninja warrior. Bruce pulled out the box containing the weird green element shard and held the box in front of Superman as he ran towards him. Superman stopped dead in his tracks and put his hands in front of him, like he was cowering from it.
"Okay, mister. Put that down." Superman stammered.
"Why should I? What's is this?" Bruce growled.
Superman shook his head and puckered his lips. Before Bruce could wonder what he was doing, Superman blew an ice cold breath at him and Bruce was pushed back, his feet barely keeping him standing. Bruce looked at the Man of Steel with one eye and shook his head.
"You just have powers out the ass, don't you?" Bruce laughed before unlocking the lead box with the spring still stuck in the lock.
"Stop!" Superman yelled.
When the box opened, Bruce pulled out the shard and held it in front of Superman. Immediately, he began to shake uncontrollably and fell to his knees. Bruce looked back at the shard and inched closer to the injured alien. As it came closer to his body, Superman grunted in pain and rolled on the ground. Bruce backed up ten feet away from him and Superman looked up at Bruce with a clearer complexion and better posture as he stood up.
"Ugh! Please...lis...listen to me. That shard is very dangerous! It can kill me. I don't know wh...why you are here but I will die if it is near me! Please!" Superman yelled through painful breaths as he crawled on the carpet.
"Tell me what it does!" Bruce demanded.
"It emits some sort of radiation only susceptible to me and my kind. It comes from my home planet!" Superman replied, almost gagging as he leaned against the couch.
This is amazing. One piece of shiny rock can bring the most powerful alien to his knees. Bruce thought to himself.
This idiot was going to kill Clark just because he thought it was funny. Was this how it was going to end? Not by Luthor trying something? Another Kryptonian desperate to destroy the Earth? Nope. Some hobo with skills who found the most dangerous weapon on the planet and decided to test it out. This was great. All he wanted was lunch.
Bruce looked at the rock shard again and put it back in the box. Immediately, Kent regained his footing and stumbled close toward Bruce. He dodged his tackle and Kent flew into the kitchen counter. Bruce turned around and noticed a cut across his forehead. He raised an eyebrow and gave a small smirk.
Hm. This rock makes him temporarily human. Excellent.
Bruce grabbed Kent around his neck and threw him into the ground. Bruce laughed slightly and prepared to draw blood from him. He fingered his pocket and grabbed another syringe, sticking it in his neck and filling it up completely. Kent groaned in pain and Bruce punched him hard in the face.
"I would suggest not getting to cocky. Okay?" he said.
Kent's fists tightened and his knuckles cracked as Bruce placed the syringe back in his pocket. He gave Bruce an uppercut and he flew into the glass door, cracking the glass and knocking the wind out of Bruce. He growled and punched Kent in the gut hard, making him growl back and rip the fake nose off his face, swooshing powder into the air with it. Kent looked at Bruce with wide eyes and Bruce knew what he was thinking.
"Bruce Wayne?" Clark asked.
Bruce gave him a scowl and pulled out the Kryptonite shard once again, making Clark feel sick all over. Clark stumbled backward and busted through the cracked glass pane, hitting the railing hard. Bruce held it up to Clark's neck and drops of sweat covered his eyes. Clark tried to grab Bruce's hand but instead kicked him with all his might, making him fly into the couch and land on the pillow. The momentum of the kick made Clark fall backward and begin to fall over the railing.
"No!" Clark managed to say before he toppled over the edge.
He saw the city streets below him and shook his head, trying his best to fly. He hated feeling human. Now, his last moments would be felt as a human and all because of that playboy, Bruce Wayne. As he fell six stories, he felt a heavy and sharp rope wrap around his right leg. He whipped suddenly and pulled his leg out of place. He looked up and saw the face of his new enemy over the side with a rope gun in his hands.
Bruce pulled upwards with all his might and tried his best to pull up Kent. He felt his muscles straining and knew his face was red. He pressed the button and the holding mechanism flipped out. Bruce was barely able to put it around his hand before the weight became too much for one hand.
"Just go limp!" Bruce yelled.
He shook his head at the absurdness of the situation and was worried if people would see the unusual scene. Both of their identities would be compromised if something happened. This was going to be rough.
Bruce pushed the repel button and used his other hand to help lift Kent up. Bruce saw he was thirteen floors up before Clark shot up and hovered above him, breaking off the tether and shaking his head at his ripped pants. Before Clark could charge at him, Bruce grabbed the shard and Clark dropped, only saved by Bruce's grasp as he pulled him onto the patio and dragged him indoors.
"I saved your life when I had the chance to kill you. Just let me be or you'll pay the consequences." Bruce whispered in his ear.
As Clark looked up at Bruce before he delivered a knockout blow to the jaw.