"Can it, Clark. No one's paying any attention," said Lois as she fell over her fiancé.
"Yes, Miss Lane." responded the bumbling reporter Clark Kent, the man who stole her heart over a nearly two-decade period.
"That's so hot. Mm." Lois whispered to him, "But listen, this is serious. Do you have them?" she asked.
"You mean these?" Clark replied, holding up two rings.
"Yes. Are you ready?" Lois asked, absolutely ecstatic at her long-awaited marriage, just a few hours away.
"I've been ready for seven years," he told her.
"Somebody tells Perry White! Just came in over the wire! There's a bomb in an elevator uptown!" an unknown man exclaimed to the entire bullpen.
"Just tell the minister I'm gonna be a few minutes late," said Clark as he sped off to the roof of the Daily Planet, flying off to handle the emergency.
We zoom out to see the screen of a flat-screen TV. A being of golden caramel skin, electric blue eyes, and hair of the same shade reclines in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Damn, that was great. No wonder it lasted ten years. Although I can't help but feel we can make that an even better ending," it said, rising from the seat, a black cloak moving with a mind of its own, draping itself over the being. The being walks over to a lead case, a memento of a once-good man.
It unlocks the box and removes a blue rock that begins to glow with vibrance and three stones. The glowing blue rock is smashed into 5 pieces and placed in a diamond formation. With a few quick movements of its hands, a stone altar with alien symbols rises as it sets the stones in the center. The stones combine to form a clear blue diamond. A bright light shines with a loud *FWASSH* as a nerdy yet snazzy reporter falls out of seemingly nowhere.
"AAAHHH-OOF. Owww... Huh… where am I?" he asks himself as he looks around and spots the man.
"Yo," The being says.
"Who are you," the reporter asks.
"All in due time, Kal-El. Or do you prefer Mr. Kent, Clark?" Clark looked at the being... man? in surprise, a tinge of horror mixed in on his face.
"Uhm, Clark is fine…" he replied.
The mystery man gave a warm smile, "Relax man, I mean you no harm, but I did take the liberty of casing the place in Blue K, didn't know how you'd respond to being yanked into another dimension… again."
Clark looked on in confusion, staying silent.
"I imagine you have questions, so let me break it down for you, my favorite Kryptonian. Those questions will have to come later I'm afraid, we must get a move on. Firstly, as for who I am…" the man paused. "Well, you may call me Blue. I'm a God, essentially. Very, very powerful, more powerful than anything in the multiverse. As for where you are, you are in my pocket dimension. A place outside of space, time, and space-time, that bends to my will and any who I allow. But I have called you here for a purpose, Clark. I have brought you here to save someone."
Clark stayed silent for a minute, then asked, "Who?"
"Lex Luthor."
Clark grimaced, "Lex is beyond saving, I should know."
"Yes, you should. After all you are partially responsible for his fall." Clark looked away. "I know it's painful to think about, and it's unfortunate. But I'm offering you a chance to right your failures. I want you to save him because I believe that you two combined, can make a near utopian world, for everyone."
Clark looked stunned for a second. "No. I won't do it. Lex had his chance, and I'm not messing with time again, last time, it cost me-"
"Your father," Blue finished. "I'm well aware, Clark, but rest assured this is a purely pro-Clark proposition, I want to improve your world, but I can only do so if you agree." Clark sat there, silent. "Well, I figured you could use some convincing, that's why I brought some very special people," Blue said.
The god clapped his hands twice, causing a white doorway to appear, and out walked Johnathan Kent, Tess Mercer, and Lionel Luthor, but something was off; they looked almost translucent. "Clark, if you go back and help Lex before he goes fully dark, you can have the opportunity to stretch out their stories, let them truly enjoy the lives they could have."
"D-Dad?" Clark asked, with tears in his eyes.
"Hello, Clark," Jonathan said as he greeted his son with his warm smile.
Blue walked up to Johnathan, "Mr. Kent, how are you?"
"I'm good. But if you don't mind me asking, who are you?"
"Ah, loaded question, to shorten it, I'll show you," Blue said as he offered his hand.
"Take my hand, and you'll know everything." As Jonathan does, his eyes go white, and a white tendril shoots through the deceased from the back of his head. He releases Johnathan, and all the dead look at him aghast. "I uploaded the entirety of what happened from the moment of your deaths to now," Blue said, looking at Johnathan, an understanding nod between the two. "I'll give you two a moment," Blue said as he escorted the other two out of the living room.
"So what? You want us to convince him to save Lex?" Tess asked.
"No, Ms. Mercer, I brought you here to watch, because if all goes according to plan, Clark will agree, and we get to see how he does the second time around." The two Kents walked out of the living room a few minutes later.
"I'm in," Clark says.
"Awesome. Before we proceed, I do have to erase your memories, to send you back."
"Alright then, how do we-" Clark began to ask as he was suddenly swallowed in a white vertical stream and disappeared.
The god softly snickered to himself. "Like that, that's how we do it. Now, who wants to watch?" Blue asked his guests, making four recliner seats appear. "Folks, we are about to experience something that rarely occurs in life, a second chance. So, strap in, it'll be a while."