* If this is a little confusing...I'm sorry. This is technically the "third" story set in the JUSTICE UNIVERSE. First is DARK KNIGHT: FROM THE SHADOWS and the second is DARK KNIGHT: ONE BIG JOKE. This story is set four months after the events of ONE BIG JOKE and Batman's new ride is hinted at the end of ONE BIG JOKE. It would've all made sense if I made it in order but I knew this story was needed first to get people interested in this canon.

Keep following my stories and reading them. I can't tell you how awesome it is to see all the views its gotten and all the reviews. Thank you all! This story is just about done. Believe me, you won't guess how its going to end.

Batman entered the Batcave through the secret passage an hour later and made sure the cave was empty before running to the vehicle section. He ran across the floor of the cave and saw the metal staircase inside the rock wall, strolling down the stairs and trying to remember how to turn on his new vehicle. It was an experimental vehicle, previously developed for the military before decided to be too dangerous and flamboyant. It was an aerial/water vehicle made for special stealth mission for the US Seals. Lucius Fox and his department, the R&D of Wayne Enterprises was the playroom for Bruce and his gadgets. Lucius knew something was odd about Bruce and he knew that Fox was aware that he was the Dark Knight.

"Engine on." he muttered loudly as he pulled the tarp off his vehicle.

The vehicle was black and sleek, all military armor coating it and two large engines on each side in the back. They began to spin and when Batman approached the door, it scanned his body readings and opened up, sliding backwards as he entered. He shut the door and watched the virtual display light up in front of him as the vibrations from the engines start shaking the metal cage holding the vehicle. Batman grabbed the gear shift and trusted it into first gear, making the vehicle move slightly as hydraulics made their A.I. test runs.

"Cooling mech check?" Batman asked the computer; nicknamed Sally by Lucius.

"Positive. Cooling mechanism in full capacity. Cooling fluid is updated and fresh. Ready for deployment." Sally responded.

"Thank you, Sally. All ways are clear?" Batman asked, checking the slanted modern window and turning on the front and bottom LED lights.

"Positive. Ready." Sally said.

After she stopped talking, the entire interior turned a dark shade of blue and making everything more detailed in the cockpit. Batman set the course for Metropolis after remember the longitude and latitude numbers and pushed the throttle lever back towards him on his right side. The vehicle scooted off its metal track and flew into the water, diving below the sea. Batman positioned the engines for sea travel and pulled the throttle all the way, making the cockpit rock back as he soared through the murky depths at 30 MPH. He pulled up the holographic GPS in front of him and saw that he was three miles from the shores of Gotham. But he wasn't heading to the streets.

Batman steered the vehicle until it was pointed upwards and Batman flicked a small switch above him. Two engines slid out from below and they fired up, making the craft rise from the water. Batman pulled the throttle through a second set of gears and pressed a button above his head labeled: CRAFT PROPULSION. The vehicle rocked back and forth until he felt the small push of the nitrous jet behind the engines. The vehicle burst through the waves and he shot into the air, seeing the skyline of the city in front of him.

"Sally? How are we doing? All systems in check?" he asked, steering the vehicle through two large skyscrapers as zoomed through the sky, seeing that the speedometer read: 200 MPH.

"All systems are positive and computer communications are ready to be uploaded to main vehicle database." Sally responded with a feminine yet monotone voice.

Batman nodded and looked around at the city. The new vehicle was an amazing piece of technology, an amphibious and aerial military giant that was perfect for Batman's crusade on crime. The craft rocked in the air and he dodged a building as he once again checked the coordinates on the GPS. He liked that the engines were mostly silent and only became louder when the throttle was needed to speed it up. He flew softly for six more miles and then once he was clear of the main city, upped the throttle and shot off into the night sky, heading towards Metropolis and 300 MPH.

"You're not coming, Lois." Clark said as Lois packed her recorder and small hidden camera in her purse.

"And why not? If you and the Batman stopped him and uncovered who he was, imagine all the enemies you would have. You'd be in danger and so would I. Listen, I could do it and make it anonymous." Lois replied.

"No." Clark said, holding Lois' shoulders and looking in her eyes.

"As I told you...Luthor has men after me and Wayne. We have to deal with this ourselves. Jor-El said we were supposed to work together. I don't know why or how he knows but I'm trusting him. So far...we've been okay." he continued.

"Why are you pushing me away?"

"I'm not but honestly, you're pretty damn stubborn."

Lois gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. Call me if you need me." she said, leaving the kitchen and going into their bedroom.

"I love you..." Clark said, his voice trailing off as she shut the door with a teasing close of the door.

Clark sat on the couch in his suit and turned the TV before heading out. It was on MNC of course, the news channel was the only channel on in the Kent-Lane household. It was covering the aftermath of the Batman vs. Superman battle in Gotham. The hotshot GCN reporter, Jack Ryder was sitting with Louis Crowley, one of the main anchors, discussing the possible repercussions caused by the two supposed heroes.

"I really feel that the men are in conflict, despite the rumored team-up with the Gotham police force. Their battle caused thousands in damages and many were injured over the course of last night. Yet, please listen, these heroes help us and yes, they must answer for the things they have done, just like everyone else. But these men pay taxes, have families, and live among us; and yet, some people believe they are taking advantage of the law. Honestly, the law cannot do everything. I think we should be grateful to have concern citizens. Isn't our nation supposed to be proud of those who stand up and protect us, no matter what the costs or boundaries?" Louis was explaining.

"Listen, Mr. Crowley," Jack said, pushing the glasses to his head.

"I completely agree with you on the fact that they need to answer for all the damage they cause... but honestly in my opinion, I'm against the belief that these men should even be considered heroes. Batman is not a hero. Every night, men come into the hospitals with injuries such as broken bones, severe concussions, internal bleeding, and numerous times in which these men will never walk again." he continued, reading from a paper.

"But, Mr. Ryder..." Crowley asked before being interrupted.

"Our government is paying for the good health and well-being of normal citizens, not vigilantes that think because they are gifted, they can stomp on us."

"How can you say that they "stomp on us"? Since their arrival, crime has only increased in the aspects of people with mental illnesses and major crimes that have always existed. People are proud and feel safer with these protectors. I guarantee you that unless the majority of humanity can finally admit that they aren't the biggest animal on the food chain...our pride will always make us weak...and that's what these heroes are about!" Crowley said, his voice getting louder.

Jack Ryder was sweating through his thin layer of makeup and struggled to hold his papers as he choked on his trapped words and tried to come up with a reasonable argument. But of course, there was none.

Clark laughed at his defeat and shut off the TV.

It was time to find Luthor, teach Wayne some manners, and possibly save the world.