It was another stormy night in Gotham. Jim Gordon had joined Barbara and Alex at a local diner before returning to the Gotham City Police Department, girls in tow just a few feet behind him. He didn't want them out on the streets. Not tonight and definitely not when he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen. So he settled down to do some paperwork that had been piling up on the corner of his desk. The girls sat close together off to the side, talking quietly and giggling every now and then. He knew that his daughter had quite the crush on the young brunette, and he was sure the feeling was reciprocated, but for some reason, neither of them had made a move yet and he was getting impatient. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, only looking up when the door to his office banged open.
Clark Kent stood in front of him, face drawn in a thunderous scowl as he took in the two young women nearly sitting in each other's laps on the couch.
The journalist's voice came out hoarsely, "Get up. Now."
When the brunette did nothing to comply with his orders, he stormed over to the couch. Jim rose as the man stood intimidatingly over his daughter and her friend.
"Mr. Kent, I don't know what you think you are doing, but I insist that you leave now before I get some officers to either escort you off the premises or into a cell. Your choice."
The taller man gazed at him briefly, disdain and contempt written all over his face, "You think you can tell me what to do?" he scoffed, "You're just an old man." A flash of red quickly crossed across the journalist's face as he turned away to once again face Alex, "You will come with me now. I am tired of you corrupting innocent young women with your abhorrent ways. I have picked a nice, respectable man who is willing to enter a relationship with you, even knowing as he does about your deviant behavior. He will be able to fix you." A sneer twisted his face at the end of his statement. He took a few steps towards the brunette, who was now retreating from the massive reporter. He trapped her into a corner and grabbed her wrist in an iron grip.
Jim's hand moved down to his sidearm, "You aren't taking her anywhere, you son of a bitch. Let go of her this instant or I will place you under arrest for assault and battery." The taller man turned to him quickly, "I took her in when no one else wanted her, I have taken care of her for years. You mean to tell me what to do with my property? She's mine to do with as I please."
Jim's face contorted in disgust, "The hell she is!" He drew his sidearm and leveled it at the journalist, "Get the hell out of my office." He turned to call out to his sergeant for some backup when all of a sudden he was thrown over his desk and into the wall behind him, which cracked from his weight. Darkness clouded the edges of his vision as he scrambled for his glasses and gun. He needed to make sure that Barbara was okay. His hearing was muffled, but he could hear some arguing going on between her and that goddamned Kent. He shook his head and blinked a few times, his vision finally coming back in time to see his daughter get backhanded through the window, a quiet thump following shortly after. Jim scrambled to his feet and lunged at the window, only to see his daughter lying unmoving on the pavement two stories down. He turned to the massive figure that loomed menacingly over the brunette and drew his gun, firing off four shots into the back of the monster. He crouched as the bullets ricocheted off of the other man's back, exposing a dark blue chainmail-like fabric underneath his shirt.
The taller man turned to him, eyes burning a hellish red as crimson flashed across his twisted face once again. Before anything could happen, a few members of his department burst in, sidearms leveled at the hulking monstrosity. Reporters followed close behind, cameras flashing and murmuring about, "Clark Kent is Superman?!"
The newly exposed Superman turned back to Alex, "You will pay for this, scum. No one will ever want you." His scowl turned into a grin of glee and he took her arm in both hands, one at her hand and the other at her elbow. "You've exposed me, and for that you're going to pay, Alexandra Danvers."
He slowly started pulling at her wrist, ignoring her pleas for him to stop. She cried out as her muscles and joints snapped and her tendons broke from the force. Her skin started to rip and tear in some places and by now the woman was wailing as she pounded at his chest and tried to get away. Blood started to spurt from the wound as her veins and arteries finally popped from the pressure. The was absolutely nothing that Jim and his officers could do but call for an ambulance as their attempts to move the man had failed. There was a sickening crunch as the bones started to splinter before they snapped. There was a sickening thud as the arm was dropped to the floor and Alex followed close behind. She fell to her knees, eyes looking at something in the distance as she cradled what remained of her arm to her chest.
Superman grinned before cocking his head and flying out the same window he had thrown Barbara through earlier. Moments later, the Batman arrived in his Batmobile, looking up and meeting Jim's eyes as he scooped up Barbara and put her in his car before driving off to wherever he had come from.
A figure descended into view, carefully picking up Alex and cradling her to their chest before giving Commissioner Gordon a quick glance. A deep voice came from the new person, "I will stop him, and he will face justice for what he has done. I swear it by Rao and the House of El." She gave him a parting glance, nodded, and flew out the window, following Batman.