Title: Partners in Crime

Author: Daughter of Endymion

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of Batman and Superman.

Chapter 5

It was weird for Lois to see a woman dressed up in a Catwoman outfit walk around Clarks apartment like she owned it. Walking, more like striding, from place to place. Finally sitting herself down on the couch in a very un-catwomany way. She seemed extremely adjitated. Welcome to the club, thought Lois.

"Are we going to discuss this or not? Because I really don't want to spend the rest of the night harboring a wanted criminal." Lois put her hands to her hips.

"How would you like to begin, Ms. Lane?"

"Why are you here?"

"I told you several times already. I, am looking for Batman and this was the latest lead." Catwoman titled her head in the most condescending way and talked slowly as if speaking to a baby and not to a world reknowned reporter.

"Well, that's just impossible."

"Why, is that, Ms. Lane?"

"Because I don't even know Batman and stop calling me Ms. Lane!"

"Ms. Lane," she said again defiantly. "Did it ever occur to you that the missing Batman does not in fact involve you, but instead the person who lives here?"

"Clark." Lois gasped in shocked.

"Yes, Clark."

"Now, where exactly is he?"

"I don't. . ."

"You don't, what?" Catwoman stood up now looking as annoyed as ever.

"I don't know where he is."

"And I don't believe you."

"I wouldn't lie about something like this and why do you even care about Batman? You two are on different sides of the law. Unless," The corners of her mouth tugged into a smirk that often annoyed the hell out of the people she was talking to. "all those stories I've heard about you two are true."

"And that must mean all those stories I've heard about you and Superman are true." She bit back spitefully.

"Hardly." Said Lois.

Now it was Catwoman's time to smirk. "Being extra friendly with the Man of Steel isn't something to be ashamed of, Ms. Lane." Lois looked at her with a death glare. "I'm sure it comes with a variety of perks."

"Enough!" Shouted the reporter. "Look, both of us are missing someone. Obviously it's not just a coincidence that they are both missing. We need to figure something out."

"We? I'm sorry, Catwomen work alone."

"Unless you want to find out anything about-"

"Excuse me, but I already already know alot more than you obviously think I do."

"Then why would you be here? Clark doesn't know Batman."

"Clark just happens to be the last person Bru- Batman called."

"When was the last time he called here?"

"Only a few hours ago."

"Now that's really impossible."

"Why is that?"

"Because I've been here all day and the only two people to have called were you, I assume, and Bruce Wayne."

The realization of what she just heard hit her like a bucket of ice water.

"Clark. . ." It was Batman, you could tell because of the remains of his shredded costume and bloodied body. He mumbled trying to get Clarks attention which was hard because the Man of Steel was becoming delusional the presence of the kryptonite. The Twisted Sisters had put a large chunk of the green rock on top of Clarks chest making sure he would suffer.

Batman on the other hand had been inflicted to a different kind of torture. The Sisters, who weren't physically capable of beating up the Caped Crusader settled on using knives, blades and other weapons to slowly and painfully bleed his body of a serious amount of blood. They used taser guns so they could hear him scream out in pain.

The Sisters wanted the two most powerful Superhero's in the world to suffer for what they had done to their family and to their father.

"Alright Mr. Wayne," Said a voice coming out from the shadows. The red headed sister walked out from the depths of the room holding a large needle filled with a solution in her hand. "It's time for your medicine."