--Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Superman, The Riddler Or
Any Other Character appearing in this work of fiction, And Unfortunately No
Profit Is Being Made From This Story--
Most folks call me The Man of Steel. I'm faster than a speeding bullet and
more powerful than a locomotive. But what it boils down to in the end is something much different; Superman thought as he flew through the clouds, in
the end, I'm just a man trying to help out as much as I can. And hopefully when my time is done, I
will have made a difference.
Some thought of Superman as a God and others thought of him as a strange visitor from another planet. The reason, of course, was the flying. Every superhero on the planet had some ability that made them helpful and special, but not all of them could fly. And the ones that could weren't as media friendly as Superman. It was the flying that made people stop and notice. And it was the flying that enabled him to help as many people as he did.
Still up in the sky, Superman was hunting for crimes to stop and people to help. Ya know, Superman thought to himself, people think I'm selfless, but that's not entirely true. I enjoy helping people so much that sometimes I forget that I'm taking away from the jobs of the Special Crimes Unit and sometimes I enjoy it so much that I don't care. I love what I do! Superman's thoughts were interrupted by the silent alarm of The First Bank Of Metropolis. His super senses made it easy for him to hear the alarm, and his super speed got him to the bank in seconds.
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In the bank were four men, all dressed in green and purple and holding guns. The faces of the men were also hidden with green and purple masks. The men were large brutes, they could easily cause damage with their fists, and the guns were just for fear and to make a point.
"What do you want from us?" a frightened bank teller squeaked. She jumped what appeared to be 10 feet in the air when she was cut off by the sound of a gun being shot into the air.
"Would you rather a penny doubled every day or $10,000 a month which would you rather have?" one of the men asked. All of the people in the bank, customers and employees, just looked at each other, because none knew what to say. "Give up already? C'mon this is an easy one!" the criminal continued.
It was at this time that Superman entered the bank. And with his great super speed, he had disarmed all of the men. He looked at them from the air as he hovered above the four, and supplied an answer to the riddle. "I'd take the pennies, because after the first month I'd have approximately $1,000,000. And you won't be getting $1,000,000 out of my bank." Superman snapped at the man.
The four were in awe of him. They were scared too, but he had such a commanding presence. At one point, every one of those criminals had wanted to be just like him, no one aspires to be a bank robber.
"Why Metropolis? Superman asked them, "What does he need in Metropolis?
"I swear I don't know! He said after what he did to your friend in Gotham, he wanted to up his game! He wants to do the same thing to you. The man cowered in fear as he spilled all of the information he had to Superman.
"He won't be so lucky. I want you to go back to him. Tell him I want him out of my city ASAP. Tell The Riddler I have no time for his games! Superman roared at the men. And as he flew away, he yelled down to them "And then turn yourselves in to the police, or I'll come find you!
