Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Superman, Wonder Woman or any of the Justice League. They belong to D.C. Comics and that's where they belong. But this story sure belongs to me.

Chapter 1:
It's You.

Cars are honking, traffic is backed up, sidewalks are crowded with pedestrians, seems like sirens are running every day. Those are some similarities in cities all around the world, but in the city of Metropolis, Kansas, there is one thing that sets Metropolis apart from the rest of the world; it is known to be the "home" of the one and only "Man of Steel", Superman.

The man in blue tights and red cape is always seen either, helping elderly crossing the street, helping the police stop a bank robbery, or saving the city from random attacks, but what the citizens of Metropolis don't know is when Superman is not doing any of that, he is masquerading as Clark Kent, a simple farm boy from Smallville, Kansas, as well as a reporter for the Daily Planet.

Only the ones who Clark trusted the most know he is Superman, such as: Martha Kent (Mother), Johnathan Kent (Father – deceased), Lionel Luthor ("family friend"), Lana Lang (Ex-girlfriend, still friend), Chloe Sullivan (Best friend), Lois Lane (Friend, co-reporter), and the newly formed Justice League; which consists of Bruce Wayne (Batman), Diana Prince (Wonder Woman), Victor Stone (Cyborg), Arthur Currey (Aquaman), Wally West (Flash), Oliver Queen (Green Arrow), Dinah Lance (Black Canary), Hal Jordan and John Stewart (Green Lantern).

Today seemed to be a quiet day in Metropolis, besides the honking horns that could be heard from outside of The Daily Planet. Clark sat at his desk, typing his paper on the reconstruction of Earth after Darkseid's attack, Earth was in shambles after the attack, and it shook him to the core. Clark wanted to be out helping as many people as possible rebuild, but unfortunately his boss, Perry White, insisted that he had the report on his desk by the end of the day, and he needed money. So, here he was typing as fast as he could, but he also kept getting distracted as he replayed the invasion in his head, many people were killed, and he felt guilty that he was not able to save them.

Lois, who sat across from him, was also working on her paper, and would periodically catch him just staring at his screen from time to time. She couldn't even think of what was going through his head, but she knew the most about him, other than his mother and her cousin and his best friend, Chloe, she knew that he was feeling guilty. "Clark." She said, trying to get his attention, but he kept staring off at his screen not responding. "Clark!" She said more firmly, this made him jump, snapping him out of his and look around, his spotted Lois staring at him.

"Hm? You say something Lois?" Clark mumbled, making eye contact with her, and she could notice the sadness and she could also see a hint of redness from lack of sleep.

Lois felt sorry for the man who carried the world on his shoulders, he must be using all his time to help rebuild than focusing on any sleep, she thought to herself and she lowered her voice "Do you want to take a break and go talk on the roof?" She asked, sympathy showing in her eyes.

Clark let out a heavy breath and returned back to his screen and started to type again "No." He answered roughly, after a minute he sighed once more and looked back at Lois, who looked like she was contemplating on telling him off or feeling more sorry for him than she already does "Sorry Lois, just not right now." He answered more softly and returned to his task.

Just at that moment, there was an explosion across town, that could be felt from the Daily Planet. Clark jumped from his chair, just about the same time everyone else in the room did, while they all ran to the windows to check out to see what was happening, Lois gave him the "all clear" that no one was looking, and he sped out of the room. Minutes later they saw a red and blue flash across the sky towards the explosion.

In less than a minute, Clark was over a plant that had exploded, which a machine had caught on fire next to propane tanks, and like a domino effect caused the plant to go with it. As he flew down, he heard police, ambulances and fire trucks were on route, he sighed a quick relief on how quick they would get here as he rushed inside to find any body who was caught inside, that were hopefully still alive.

Clark x-rayed his surroundings, as flames rushed around him, he kept trying to put as much as he could out with heavy blows, but the flames were to big; by the time he put one flame out, more would rise.

"Is anyone in here?!" He called out, as loud as he could over the roaring fire.

He listened closely as he heard hard breathing and short raspy breath trying to call for help. Clark once again scanned the area and noticed a man being held down by a railing. Before Clark could move, he heard metal screeching, he looked up and another railing was starting to come down and going to drop on top of the man. Clark flew straight up to catch it just as it was falling and threw it to the side.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" Clark called as he was landing.

He dropped in front of the man, bent over to grab the piece of railing and as he started to lift it, he started to feel weak. He looked around and saw kryptonite behind the man he had lifted the steel off of.

"Can you move?" Clark asked weakly, as he tried to balance himself on a knee, holding the railing on his back.

The man didn't answer as he slowly tried to crawl out from the path of the railing, but didn't get far and shook his head, the man himself very weak after inhaling so much smoke, he was in coughing fits. Clark stared down in worry, he couldn't do anything, he was weak, he couldn't move, and he had no idea how long he would be able to hold the railing; he couldn't let another person die on his watch.

The man was slowly starting to lose consciousness, Clark was now losing hope. Not only was he going to witness another death in his presence, but he probably was not going to make it either. He was now on both knees and one hand, trying to keep the railing from dropping. He closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath and find a way to gain one more ounce of strength to stand, he breathed in as much as he could and tried to stand… but no luck.

Clark let out his breath and started to gasp, trying to recollect his breath. Please, just please Rao give me the strength, just this one last time. Clark thought to himself and once again drew a deep breath, slowly raised his arm and stood on his knees, and shakily tried the railing once more. He was losing this battle, he raised not even an inch, he kept pushing and pushing and as soon as he was about to completely collapse, he felt the weight from the railing off his back. As soon as he felt the weight lifted, he fell on to his side and the last thing he saw was stars, before everything went pitch black.

It was cold, to cold… Black, cold, empty… this is what Clark saw when he had opened his eyes. He was laying on his side, on cold ground… or what he thought was the ground, he didn't feel any pain, not even a headache. Clark slowly stood up and quickly spun around, looking around him, everything… everywhere was dark and empty and cold, which was odd because he never EVER had gotten cold before. He looked down at himself, to make sure he was wearing clothes, and sure enough; he was wearing the same Superman uniform he was wearing when… when… He now started to remember. The fire, the man, the railing, the kryptonite… and stars.

Is this death? Am I dead? He thought to himself if this was, he was relatively calm, but also on edge.

Fear not Kal-El of Krypton, Protector of Earth. Came a voice from within the deep, this caused Clark to spin around once again searching for the voice. He tried to use his x-ray vision, but it would not work, there was no red sun to give him his power.

"Who are you? How do you know who and where I am from?" Clark demanded, standing still now, but keeping on his toes for whatever happens next.

From out of the darkness came a burning, bright red light… a light like the sun. Clark stared at it in awe, it came out of nowhere… ok, he must be dead.

Do you not know of me Kal-El? You prayed to me. The voice informed him; this time it was perfectly clear it was coming from the light.

The voice was calming, warm… what was cold, was now warm. Clark felt his power slowly restoring, but he still had no idea how to get out of here and did not know if he even wanted to.

"Rao..." Clark whispered to himself in disbelief, he didn't know if he should bow or not, he has never been one to bow to anyone; but this was the Kryptonian god.

Yes, my son Rao had confirmed Do not bow, it is not who you are… you are a god yourself to the people of Earth. The sun god told him, seeing the "Man of Steel" contemplating on bowing.

Clark staired directly at the bright shining light "What am I doing here?" He asked, almost demandingly, he was getting tired of Rao not answering his first question "Am I dead?" He asked again more firmly.

Rao was silent for a moment; the light grew bigger as he drew closer to Clark until Clark had to block the sight with his hand to dim as much sun light as he could. You are not dead… As of right now, you are unconscious. Rao informed him.

Clark let out a small sigh of relief, but that still leaves one question "What exactly do you want with me?" He asked his god.

There was another moment of silence from Rao before he answered. Young Kal-El, you have lived in the shadows, all of your life. You will outlive everyone and everything on this planet, I want you to live a long and prosperous life helping people, and to keep your Kryptonian heritage alive.

Clark took a moment to contemplate on what Rao had told him, before answering "Keep my heritage? You mean children? There is no one on Earth who could bare my off- "Clark tried to explain but was cut off by Rao.

There is one… but not human. Rao started, but before Clark could ask who this so called person was, the sunlight from Rao started to slowly slip away and become dim. Clark stood there watching and started to look around. What is happening?

Time to go…

Kal-El… Rao's voice was slowly fading.

Superman… Rao's voice was slowly slipping further from his mind and was replaced by a soft woman's voice coming through.

"Kal-el! Superman!" Clark felt himself being shaken, his brought himself to slowly open his eyes. Kneeling above him, he saw a beautiful, olive-toned, raven haired woman, wearing a red breast plate, and blue bottoms with white stars.

"W-Wonder Woman." He groaned… Was this a coincidence?

Please let me know what you thought in the comments, this is my first Fanfic so nothing too harsh please.