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.
Chapter 1: Santana Lopez
This was not how she wanted to spend her Friday night. She didn't mind staying late at work, but it was almost 7 when the elevator doors opened and a storm of creeps with guns came in. They seemed a little surprised that the bullpen still had about ten people in it. They were working on the final touches to the paper. Mostly everyone else was out of the building.
She wasn't sure what was worse having Brittany pinning her against the underside of her desk to protect her or hearing the blonde mummer for Superwoman under her breath. Brittany had reassured her that they would be fine. Of course, she had to play the dutiful partner and trust Brittany to protect them.
She was the hot mess of the bull pin. She was an amazing reporter, but to save face, she had to be a little clumsy, a little sloppy, and a little nerdy. Of course, the nerdy part didn't bother her. She enjoyed her share of video games and comic books.
She made sure that Santana Lopez and Superwoman were as different as possible. Her hair was always up in a tight pony tail. Her glasses were wide framed and usually tilted a little to the side. Clothing was always pressed nicely, but they were a little too big for her. Her short stature didn't help in the clothing department. She didn't wear heels often. She had almost 3 in lifts in her Superwoman boots.
She watched Brittany's face from her seat which was almost in the blonde's lap. She had her jaw tight, her eyes were narrowed and pinched together, and her nostrils were flared. "Britt," she whispered softly to get the other girls attention. She could tell by her heart beat that she wasn't scared, she was just angry. This was the woman who had done several dare devil things over the last couple months to just have Superwoman save her.
Brittany looked down at her, offering a soft smile. "Yea, San?"
She could tell she was putting on her brave face. Santana knew for sure they would be fine. They had only been 'held hostage' for about an hour. She would give it another few minutes before she got them out of it. "I know this is a stupid question considering, but are you okay?"
Brittany gritted her teeth in response, as she fought off a deep sigh. "I know, it's not like I'm yelling 'Superwoman, Help!' from the top of my lungs. But, I know we have to be on the news by now. I mean, the Daily Planet at least. I'm just surprised given our professional relationship over the past six or so months, she isn't here yet."
Brittany was right. Almost before woman could come out of Brittany's mouth, she was right there. Granted a lot of the time, the duo was together when Brittany would get into her investigative danger mode. She usually had no trouble slipping away, once Brittany got focused.
"I'm sure there's a reason, Brittany. Maybe there was a landslide in Malaysia or something?" She sighed out softly. Luckily there had been no real calls for help. She had learned a long time ago to prioritize exactly what was importance of the cries of help. There and been a couple in the last hour, but the sirens of emergency teams and police had been so close behind, she was sure mostly everything was fine.
The blonde looked at her, offering a small smile. "I know. But you know me," she shrugged a little leaning against the side of the desk. "I don't do the whole 'helpless' woman thing well," she spoke as she did the air quotes.
Santana held back a giggle, covering her mouth with both hands. She could see with her x-ray vision that the guys were stationed at the exits and there were a few others about 4 meters away, but she didn't want to draw attention to them. They were told to keep silent. "Well, I'm sure everything is going to be fine. They have to be looking for something specific."
The journalist just shrugged looking down at the brunette, "But at the Daily Planet? What the hell could they be looking for? Like, really, what would be here?"
Santana swallowed a little, when Brittany looked right in her eyes. "Britt…Just relax," She knew the blonde could tell when she was hiding something.
"Santana Lopez, you are holding out on me…" This was what she was afraid of. Brittany had that look on her face. The 'I'm going to get the bottom of this' look. She was mere centimeters away from Brittany's face. "You have to tell me now. I know your lying."
She sighed a little. "It's kind of bait, Britt. Holly took a statement from someone in protective custody that has sensitive mob info. They of course had the info leaked to a known mole. The Metropolis Police has a swat team monitoring the building." She put her hand on the side of Brittany's shoulder giving it a gentle to calm her down. "Hey, I didn't want to not tell you. But, Holly knows how you get. You would have gone to the docks or whatever to get the info on who the boss is yourself."
Just as Brittany was about to speak, the elevator dinged and there was a shot fired. This was not part of the plan. She used to x-ray vision to see what was going out across the bull pen. Apparently, they had shot one of their own. He was still breathing, obviously wearing a bullet proof vest. Almost every woman that was in the bullpen was screaming and freaking out. Santana was starting to panic a little, she hear shots a few floors below them. Something was really wrong. The SWAT team may have been swatted.
"I TOLD ALL OF YOU TO SHUT THE HELL UP," Came cross the room in a loud booming voice. "WE ARE ALL GOING TO STAY CALM AND RELAX. THAT WAY NO-ONE ELSE GETS SHOT."
She could waste these guys in less than a second, but of course, she wasn't just going to stand up when they were told to sit down and be quiet. She could just walk through a rain of bullets from a few thugs with guns, but that wouldn't be conducive to her secret identity staying a secret.
She really needed an out. All it would take really would be one of the thugs thinking she knew where what they needed was. She could lead one or two of them through a dark part of a storage room, give one of the wracks full of paper a push and they would be out cold. But getting out from under Brittany was the biggest challenge.
She couldn't let anything else happen. From what she could hear and see, no one on the swat team had been hurt yet. She tilted her glasses back and head back. Brittany was peaking around the side of the desk to see if she could see anything. She took the chance to use her heat vision to hit some of the electrical wires on the ceiling. The lights flickered on and off for a second, before they turned off completely. The sparks from the wires turned on the sprinkler system as well.
She felt Brittany grab her hand and pull her close, when she heard the loud streams of cursing coming from all around them.
"DO YOU THINK IT WAS THE COPS?" She heard one guy shout from across the room. Soon after there were shots fired into the ceiling.
"Look here, yous guys. No one is a hero just because there is a little black out going on. I want everyone to stay put and shut the hell up," A loud scratchy voice yelled from across from the elevator.
"Stay put, Santana. I'm going to get help." She was about to scoot way when Santana wrestled her into the corner and pushed her back against the desk.
"Your heels make too much noise. You're too tall and the swat team is probably already here. They probably cut the lights and turned on the sprinklers to distract them. I'll go check. They won't see me coming." Before Brittany could grab her, the Latina scurred out of their hiding spot towards the cover of another desk.
The heroine looked around to make sure no one could see her for sure. She super speed into a storage room. She spun into her suit, boots on, glasses off, hair down. She was gone in a flash.
