Over 100 Reviews!

Anyway I'll let you continue on with your reading. Enjoy.

Bruce dropped out of the BatJet onto the roof of the newest Luthor mansion. With a frequency scanner he listened in on the conversations of the guards passing below as he perched on the edge of the roof like a gargoyle. Snippets of said conversations flitted past him as he listened for a reference to the two missing women.

"Well, your mother..."

"And I said..."

"Well, she said..."

"I didn't know she was married..."

"That's how I got the clap..."

"Those two girls..."

His head snapped up as he heard those last words. As he kept listening he heard the two men below him speak of the 'attributes' of the two women locked in a room on the second floor.

After planting a stake into the stone, he rappelled himself like a rock climber down the wall on a rope. He opened a window silently, not wanting to attract attention just yet. Then, silently stalking down the hallway, he reached the room the two men had spoke of.

The room was empty save for a pair of items underneath the window. A small hand-held wire cutter lay on the floor beside a delicate silver bracelet with green gems dotting its links. He picked up the second item, which glinted menacingly in the moonlight. Upon closer inspection the gems turned out to be Kryptonite cut as if small jewels.

Realizing some of the events that must have happened in the room, he hit a small button on his belt. A lead lined compartment opened on one side of the utility belt, and he stowed the bracelet safely inside. He never liked leaving Kryptonite around where some petty criminal could find it and use it against Superman.

Knowing that there was nothing more he could do in the room, he headed out the door, determined to find Luthor. After a lengthy exploration of the second story, Bruce discovered Luthor sitting in a lush office in a corner of the building.

Lex sat in a larger cushy black chair, eyes closed with his hands massaging his temples. Along the walls of the large room were bookcase after bookcase, each one stuffed with hundreds of books in all shapes, sizes and colors. A single light lit the room, a desk lamp that had been thrown to the floor, shattering its pretty glass covering it, but leaving the bulb untouched to light the floor.

The one thing that was out of place was the body of a woman lying on the desk. It was to short to allow her to lie flat on it, and her head lay limply down one side. Blood trailed down from a neat hole in the middle of her forehead, dripping down into a large crimson puddle directly beneath her.

"Where are they?" Bruce growled behind his black mask, drawing Lex's eyes upwards.

He hit an alarm button underneath the desk, and a klaxon of the piercing wails of many bells filled the air. He reached for the gun he had next to Kitty's lifeless body, but he was too slow. Bruce leapt at him, jumping over the desk and tackling him to the ground.

"Where are they!" He yelled, fury barely leashed as he tried to stop himself from snapping the bald ex-billionaire's neck. Luthor sneered at him, refusing to say a word. Bruce took great pleasure in landing one gloved fist into the other man's midsection, knocking the wind out of him and paralyzing his diaphragm.

Lex struggled for air as Bruce pulled back his fist, ready to hit him again. "O...oka...okay...they're in the room down the hall, a bedroom with a single window."

Bruce shook him violently. "They're not in there." He growled. "I was just there."

Unless the masters in Europe had trained Lex in the art of acting, he was genuinely surprised. He looked over Bruce's caped shoulder to stare at the body of his girlfriend. "Kitty, she must have been helping them escape."

"Then I no longer have any use for you." Bruce said slowly, and the last thing Lex saw that night was Batman's fist coming right at him.

Charlie had to stop. It felt like they'd been running forever. She fell to her knees on the ground. Chloe stood over her, half bent over, clutching a stitch in her side.

"I'm sorry." Charlie gasped out. "I should...I should be stronger than this..."

Chloe shook her head. "I know you're new to this whole 'evil madman trying to kill me' thing, but come on Charlie. Even Clark passes out after being in contact with Kryptonite for too long. You remember..." She paused.

Charlie started laughing, she couldn't help it. "No, no I don't."

Chloe couldn't resist plopping down onto the ground next to her friend and laughing. They had just been through a life-threatening trauma and had run for their lives into a forest in the middle of nowhere. Yet there they were, sitting on the dark earth, laughing their heads off.

"Have I come at a bad time?" A gravely voice said from behind them. They turned in unison towards the voice, laughter stopped instantly, their heads whipping around so quickly they almost tweaked their necks.

"Bruce!" Chloe shouted as she jumped to her feet. She launched herself at the masked figure, nearly delirious with happiness and relief.

Bruce pulled off his mask as Chloe ran into his arms. He dropped it on the ground when she knocked him over with the force of her inertia. She kissed him happily. They lay there kissing for a few minutes before Charlie cleared her throat behind them.

Chloe pushed herself off Bruce slightly, cheeks pale pink. "Oops, sorry."

She stood, offering a hand to Bruce. He took her hand and climbed to his feet, and brushed himself off, as he was covered in dirt and leaves. When he bent over to pick up his mask, Chloe looked at his butt and then looked over atCharlie, sheraised her eyebrows suggestively and made Charlie laugh silently.

"Lex?" Chloe asked when Bruce turned around.

"Taken care of." He bit out. And for once Chloe didn't ask any more questions.

Have you ever noticed that every time something crazy happens and you almost die you have one of two reactions. 1)anger at whoever almost killed you (I was cursing this one guy who almost ran me off a busy freeway for like three days..seriously curse words in several languages). Or 2) you just laugh your head off at the stupidest thing.

Please review. It's like crack cocaine for me. Seriously I start itching and wanting chocolate when I am reviewless. So please, feed my addiction.