A/N: In this new chappie, we'll get to hear from a character (or two) from the New 52 universe... and a new threat. If you've read the New 52 storyline (I think it's the Legion of Superheroes stream) you'd remember the good Dr. Johnson by his alias.

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4:

The sun is already high up in the sky, yet Belle Reve shuts off light and warmth.

I follow the red-haired girl through the dark and somber halls. She wears a scrub suit - that makes her look older than she was - and big wide-rimmed glasses that reminds me of what Clark used to wear.

Great, now I'm thinking of Clark again. Everything that I seem to see or hear has resemblance to Clark or pertains to him and Superman. Every other girl I seem to meet buys the same brand of glasses… It's really getting weird and annoying.

I sigh. Then I remember what Dusnayev said last night. I have to do this. Not just for a great story that might win me another Pulitzer. Even his life could be at stake.

And that would be bad for him. For Metropolis. For the world.

This is newsworthy, Chief.

Annabelle, the red-haired assistant here at Belle Reve, turns to look at me curiously. I shrug and pretend to keep my sight straight. We pass by many cold, steel doors. No names identify the prisoner inside, for they are only called by their number. Not one creature makes a noise. The silence is utterly maddening.

The assistant stopped by the door that is third from the last. "You are allowed thirty minutes, Miss Lane." She presses her card on the scanner beside the door and lets me in.

"Thank you," I reply, entering the dimly lit room.

Dr. Johnson sits in a chair at the far right corner. He lost a great deal of weight since the video was taken. He holds a thick book in his hands, reading silently. I notice that he is allowed to keep his books; they are stacked in a puddle at his feet.

"Dr. Johnson," I call," good morning. I'm Lois Lane from the Daily Planet. I'm here to ask you a few questions."

He snaps the book shut and looks up at me. "I always tell Jon that his mother was a feisty woman."

"Who's Jon?" I frown and stand a good few meters away from him. "Doctor, I came here because I watched your video."

He nods. "Jon is my boy. I raised him up to be a good fighter of metahumans. A good boy, he is."

"Uhuh," I say, "you mention about metahumans wreaking havoc, Doc. What do you mean?"

Dr. Johnson stands up with great difficulty from his steel chair. "They will, Miss Lane," he says in a raspy voice, "and soon, they will bring about the end of the heroes of this world; just like what happened to mine." He picks up a leather-bound book from the puddle at his feet and opens it.

A thin, shard of green Kryptonite is safely tuck inside.

"You keep a Kryptonite in here?" I ask, disturbed, pointing at the object.

"I keep it safe," he answers calmly, "from prying eyes. A souvenir, one might say. Look." He hands the book with the shard to me. The edges of the crystalline emerald Kryptonite glint against the dim lights of the cell. In contrast to the rainbow colours of the edges though, is a deep red colour that stained them. I turn the book around, revealing more red and black streaks on the crystal.

Blood.

I shudder at the thought it implies and quickly search Dr. Johnson's eyes. "Where did you get this?"

His silver eyes flicker with suppressed amusement as he shrugs and says casually, "From one of the former worlds. Where this has struck Kal-El enough to temporarily maim him."

"So exactly how many of these worlds have you visited?" I eye the doctor from head to foot. He knows more than he should. I make no reaction that he called Superman by his true name, should he think I am confirming it.

He pauses for a moment then says, "Too many."

"Viktor Dusnayev, do you know him?"

"He... Was my apprentice," Dr. Johnson replies, shutting the book close. "What did he tell you?"

"That you have a surprise for me," I say, narrowing my eye, "and Superman."

The old man nodded. He returned to his seat. "Of course, of course. Say, Miss Lane, do you know of the Multiverse?"

"It's a theory that all of us live in parallel universes and dimensions with timelines varying," I reply, crossing my arms over my chest. "What does it have to do with metahumans and time warp whatever it is? As far as I know, it's not yet proven and the dimensions cannot simply 'touch' each other without using up large amounts of energy. That is something that cannot be simply done in secret."

"Exactly!" Dr. Johnson exclaimed with a raise of his hands. "In the past, Superman has already died, by this creature from space that the world named as Doomsday."

I shrug, taking my recorder from my bag. "Okay. Then?" I press the record button and step closer.

Dr. Johnson's lips tilt to a sinister smile. "Clark Kent was engaged. But he came back you see, turns out the monster did not kill him. It only put him in a coma. A stasis state. He eventually married the love of his life and went on back to fighting crimes and aliens. Only, shortly after the birth of his son, a crisis of Time wiped history all out. One meta-human destroyed the time stream and the world as we know it started at Prime Earth now."

I prompt him to continue.

"The boy was named Jonathan Samuel." Dr. Johnson clasps his hands together. "But he did not live long, Superman mourned his only boy after the child's death at the tender age of three years old, a week short of his birthday."

"Dr. Johnson," I blurt, "the boy could not have lived that old if the time stream changed. You said that a metahuman warped Time shortly after the birth of the child."

"Ah yes," he says coolly, "that is where I come in."

A sick feeling rises to my gut. Sort of like Deja vu, only worse. I have a slight inkling I will not like what he will say next.

"Miss Lane, the cause of his death was his unnatural DNA which is part-human and part-Kryptonian. His make-up proved him fragile even though he developed an array of powers under the yellow sun that are more potent than his father's," Dr. Johnson keeps on saying. I cannot imagine Clark having a family. He always puts the whole world's cause before his personal life. He does have a girlfriend though, but Diana Prince never struck me to be the kind who settles down with three kids, two cats, and a dog in a quaint suburbia. If what Dr. Johnson said really happened, I am sorry for the boy.

Who could have been that human girl who married him? Maybe Lana, that quiet, supportive friend of his from Smallville. Or Diana… she's still human even with that demigoddess status of hers. What are the odds?

Dr. Johnson sighs. "I discovered the boy during my travels. Pity overwhelmed me and I saved the poor child from the grave by my time's medical technology. His DNA stabilized, and Jon grew peacefully to the age of seventeen under my tutelage."

Ah, so this is Jon.

"Jon Kent," I echo. "Who is his human mother?"

The good doctor leans back on his steel chair and calmly replies, "You."