Authors Notes: I do not own Glee or Superman. This is purely for fun.

The amount Superman myths will be used or followed very minimal. Birth, powers, and a few overlapping essentials will be it.

Louberry- I have a thing for Superwoman!Santana too. I just hope I can do it some justice

Blueskkies-I hope you like this installment. I'm just getting the footing laid down for what is hopefully some greatness to come.

It's Brittana- I thought I had tagged it. But thanks for pointing it out! I made sure to re-tag it.

Guests- Thanks for the kind words.

Chapter 2: Enter Superwoman

She slipped out an open window to circle the building. She took a few seconds to analyze the situation. There were nine gunmen spread out across the office, just on the level Brittany was still on. The rest of the building had a few guards on each floor. The goons had taken out the Daily Planet security guard and were blocking the exits.

The information leaked to them must have had them sure whatever they were looking for was kept it in Holly's office. They had flipped her desk, tried to hack her computer, and tore the room apart, top to bottom. Examining the roof of the building, she found a guard on each corner. Sweeping the building from top to bottom would be the most likely to give her the element of surprise and keep people safe.

The heroine flew to the top of the building at top speed. Flying around in guards in 2 full circles, she took their phones first then their guns. She didn't want her element of surprise blown. After a quick examination of the roof, she found nothing to tie them up with. They were almost twenty stories up. Those guys weren't going anywhere. Using her heat vision, she melted the lock on the roof hatch. There went the top to bottom sweep idea. Going bottom to top would be a little more difficult, but with her speed it wasn't going to be an issue.

"You will stay still until I get back." She boomed out at guys at on the roof. They were all mostly still in shock with what had happened in the last two minutes. She stood on the ledge of the roof ready to speed to the ground and up the building. She heard a very loud and familiar, "SUPERWOMAN!" as hear ears perked up. She should have known better than to think Brittany could stay still and out of trouble for five minutes. She had literally been left alone for three minutes.

X-raying the building, she zeroed in on her partner. Letting out a loud sigh, "Here we go again," stumbled out of her mouth. Brittany was being held with her back against a gunmen's chest. He had one arm around her neck and a gun held to her temple with the other.

"It looks like Blondie here is trying to be a hero. You know what happens to heroes with no powers?" He pulled the hammer back on his gun, "They don't make it out of this alive."

When it came to Brittany, Santana's restraint with criminals usually went out the window. She would never ever kill anyone but, she had hospitalized a few creeps. This was going to be one of those times.

Swooping back into the window came out of just minutes before, she zipped through the bullpen unarming all of the men as she went. She appeared in front of the criminal and Brittany in a blue blur. She grabbed the criminals forearm squeezing it ever so slightly. Superwoman felt his bone start to crack, she released it quickly. He was quick to release Brittany, before he howled in pain and fell to the floor.

Turning her head to Brittany, she looked up and down quickly. "Ms. Pierce, are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm okay, Superwoman," She paused for a second and looked around. All of the men were rushing to the elevator. "Maybe you should go get them?"

"The power in the building is off," she watched them all press the button a few times. "But, you're right. I'll be right back."

It wasn't any more than twenty minutes later, the MPD was combing through the offices of the Daily Planet. Reporters were lining up outside the police barricade, most of them hoping to just get a sound bit from Superwoman. She had apprehended the whole group of intruders. She was going to let the police do the sorting and paper work. Later, as Santana, she would get the info on them. That was only if Brittany didn't get it before. Knowing her partner, the reporter would have a whole story written with intimate details form the MPD to hand into Holly to make the afternoon edition. It was too late to get it into the morning edition.

After speaking to the chief of police for a few minutes, Superwoman found Brittany eagerly waiting beside a police cruiser. "What can I do for you, Ms. Pierce?" She asked softly with her arms crossed over her S.

Brittany bounced back and forth on the heels of her feet, "First off, I wanted to thank you for coming to my rescue."

Superwoman just let out a small laugh, nodding as she spoke. "Again," She said a little sarcastically. The woman couldn't help but smile at little when the blonde standing in front of her huffed out.

"At least this time, it wasn't really my fault." She mimicked the brunette crossing her arms across chest as well. "They came into the office and had us held hostage pretty much at gun point for almost an hour." She bit her tongue quickly. She didn't want Superwoman to think she was badgering her about not being there sooner. "So anyway, as I was saying, thank you for saving us. I also told you to call me, Brittany." The reporter relaxed her arms and put her hands in her pockets. "Ms. Pierce makes me feel old."

Superwoman let out a small snort, "Alright, Brittany. But I can assure you, nothing about you says old." She heard Brittany's heart beat speed for a second. She was just being honest. The intention was not for it to sound flirty.

Brittany fidgeted with her hands in her pockets a little bit, trying to keep herself busy and stop herself from over analyzing. "Did the cops tell you anything good?"

"Nothing of any particular importance. They have all have been keeping quiet," She nodded her head towards the swat van, where the cops were loading the line-up of men. "They all have some sleazy lawyers on speed dial. But, whoever they are working for has to have money. Those lawyers are pretty bottom of the barrel when it comes to morals, but they are good. Someone with deep pockets has to be footing the bill for them."

Brittany nodded as she listened intently to Superwoman. "I was told by my partner that Holly Holiday, our boss, joined up with the cops to leak information to someone. There was some mob info from someone in protective custody. I don't know the full story. I didn't get a chance to ask Santana," her hands shot up to cover her mouth. She couldn't believe she had forgotten about her partner. "Santana…my partner, did you see her?"

"I think she might have been trying to get a statement from the lawyers a few minutes ago," Superwoman spoke out softly. Silently, she thanked god for her super hearing. She had caught a few tidbits from the one of the lawyers to a client. It wasn't ground breaking info, but it would be enough to make Brittany think she had actually been talking to one of them.

Brittany looked around Superwoman to comb the crowd, looking for her partner. "She's pretty short. She's hard to find in crowds. I tell her all the time when we are out on assignment, I should get her one of those things that the Sims have over their heads."

Superwoman held back a laugh, she couldn't just break out laughing. It wasn't something Superwoman did. "I don't know what that is, but I'll take your word for it." Santana's ears perked up when she heard a silent bank alarm. "I have to go."

Brittany just nodded, "I'm not the only girl in the city who needs saving. I'll see you around." She received a small nod in reply, as Santana took off into the sky. The reporter smiled to herself when she heard the loud boom that followed Superwoman breaking the sound barrier. She needed to go find her partner and get this story started. She felt an all-nighter coming on.