AN: Okay, I hope you guys like this one, it's my second fic, and it's a
crossover. Enjoy!
Impressed eyes watched from behind half-moon spectacles at the sight in the moonlit alley before him. The young, dark haired man was fighting off the group of muggers with incredible strength. There were seven men, all armed with an assortment of knives and guns. Against these men, the boy was posing a threat equal to a force ten times greater than each of his opponents.
One man, wielding a large knife, rushed the boy. Much to the onlooker's surprise, the blade came in contact with the black-haired man's chest, and shattered. The boy shoved the shocked criminal into another robber, both of whom hit the brick wall and slumped to the ground, unconscious. The boy lashed out at another with a powerful kick, sending the man flying toward a large dumpster. Two out of the four remaining thugs charged at the young man, who merely put both hands out in front of him, palms toward the approaching men. As they neared, the boy, moving almost faster than the eye could see, grabbed the men's heads on opposite sides and slammed them together, knocking them out. The last two men were obviously scared, and both pulled out guns and pointed them at the boy. His eyes widened slightly, but there was no other reaction to the weapons he was being threatened with. The young man took a small step towards the men. They panicked and both started firing bullets at the boy. The watching eyes immediately shut, not wanting to have to face the bloody mess that would surely be left. However, he heard a cry of surprise and a large crash, and opened his eyes.
The boy's shirt was in tatters, and he was breathing heavily. He looked down at his shirt and, upon seeing the shredded state it was in, proceeded to rip it off, revealing a smooth, muscular chest, with no signs of being hit by bullets. He turned to exit the alleyway and saw the man behind the glasses. He was strangely dressed, in some sort of robes, dark blue with crescent moons printed all over. He had long white hair, and a matching long white beard. He had a twinkle in his eyes, and the boy could see that the man was not scared, or very surprised. Just impressed. Albus Dumbledore smiled and walked towards Clark Kent.
Impressed eyes watched from behind half-moon spectacles at the sight in the moonlit alley before him. The young, dark haired man was fighting off the group of muggers with incredible strength. There were seven men, all armed with an assortment of knives and guns. Against these men, the boy was posing a threat equal to a force ten times greater than each of his opponents.
One man, wielding a large knife, rushed the boy. Much to the onlooker's surprise, the blade came in contact with the black-haired man's chest, and shattered. The boy shoved the shocked criminal into another robber, both of whom hit the brick wall and slumped to the ground, unconscious. The boy lashed out at another with a powerful kick, sending the man flying toward a large dumpster. Two out of the four remaining thugs charged at the young man, who merely put both hands out in front of him, palms toward the approaching men. As they neared, the boy, moving almost faster than the eye could see, grabbed the men's heads on opposite sides and slammed them together, knocking them out. The last two men were obviously scared, and both pulled out guns and pointed them at the boy. His eyes widened slightly, but there was no other reaction to the weapons he was being threatened with. The young man took a small step towards the men. They panicked and both started firing bullets at the boy. The watching eyes immediately shut, not wanting to have to face the bloody mess that would surely be left. However, he heard a cry of surprise and a large crash, and opened his eyes.
The boy's shirt was in tatters, and he was breathing heavily. He looked down at his shirt and, upon seeing the shredded state it was in, proceeded to rip it off, revealing a smooth, muscular chest, with no signs of being hit by bullets. He turned to exit the alleyway and saw the man behind the glasses. He was strangely dressed, in some sort of robes, dark blue with crescent moons printed all over. He had long white hair, and a matching long white beard. He had a twinkle in his eyes, and the boy could see that the man was not scared, or very surprised. Just impressed. Albus Dumbledore smiled and walked towards Clark Kent.