This is a DC and Marvel Fanfiction Only.
This story will contain characters from both DC and Marvel, and we will have some people from crossovers that both DC and Marvel have done before.
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Some changes are expected.
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*** Now ***
The mind is a wonderful thing, it could adapt to a great number of things. Take, for instance, the memories and experiences of another life down to the minute details. Ordinarily, if a strong memory was introduced to the mind, it would likely overwrite the old mind. However, what happens when the strong memories are met with an indomitable living personality? Both would surely struggle for supremacy to dominate the other surely? In such a case, when two such will clash the result is usually a vegetative state because of the stress on the said mind. However because this mind, in particular, was Kryptonian in nature, it was afforded a bit more flexibility.
First thing first, it compromised with the two personalities, the memories of one of the greatest heroes of his time, and the aspiring strong-willed young man who was born weak from the moment he drew his first breath. It meshed the two personalities.
The man with a strong body who rarely knew weakness was introduced to a life of what it could have been like for him. The pain, the bruises, the scraps, the colds, the fevers. He lived it all. The friends that I made, the will of his other self to live on despite all the obstacles thrown his way, and yet at the core, he found something his younger self had in common with him. Unconditional love for his family.
For the weak-bodied one, he acquired a taste of what he could only describe as godhood. Soaring above the skies unhindered. Bullets bounced off his body, superhuman strength, battling villains that he did not recognize and earning the respect of his peers. He lived it all. However, he was able to find something that he had in common with his older self. Unconditional love for his family.
With the common bond found, the mind slowly weaved the two minds together, using both of their belief in justice as the foundation of the new personality. And while it was doing that, long-dormant Kryptonian genes shrug off the last curse from Mistress Death and flooded his body with the solar radiation it so richly craved.
What emerged would not be a takeover but a blend of the two.
"Ughh..." Clark groaned as he pushed his way out of the completely wrecked Ford truck. Technically he was injured, he knew that, but thanks to his Kryptonian physiology he was already beginning to heal.
"Better late than never..." undoing his seat belt and gets out of the truck.
Clark was still getting reoriented to his new… perspective. He was Superman, on two other Earths. Where he was at was not Earth 2 or 3 or any of the other fifty-two universes. No this was someplace completely different.
"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"
Snapping his head to the voice he saw it was a female his age. She was shorter than him, with brunette hair dressed in white pants and a matching jacket. Looking passed her he saw a car on the road with another girl nearby. The car was running and Clark could understand why, it was for their safety. Looking back at the girl Clark pushed up his glass out of reflex and found that it was not there, looking back at the truck he can say its broken remains on the dashboard.
"Ummm… you need an ambulance or something?" the girl asked.
Clark chuckled and smiled at her. "Yes please, call the cops I just got hit by a truck that left me to die, but you know what they say, any accident you can walk away from is a good one."
He could see the girl was confused at his words. Looking at his vehicle luckily he had full coverage.
The girl notices a cut on his forehead started to heal rapidly. "Oh my god, you're a mutant!" the girl exclaims pointing at him.
Clark had to break a smile at that, he tells her that he is Kryptonian. He remember the blood work that was taken, and the hospital stays, yet, somehow he retained his Kryptonian physiology. After the girl's proclamation, he hears the girl's footfall toward him, and begins to ask if he has a girlfriend and was he willing to date them?
He remembers that this has happened only once in all of his three lifetimes. 'Boy this is kind of depressing.'
They talked and waited for the cops and insurance adjustor, and sadly the talk with the adjustor will feel more like an interrogation than his talk with the cops. Chloe Sullivan and Lois Lane introduced themselves. They talked about his interests, as he found out about their interests, about Lois and Chloe are planning to be reporters together, working at the New York Branch of the Daily Planet, and they were offered positions by Harry White.
As the police and insurance arrived. He answered the police officer's questions as well as he could, telling him everything about the truck that hit him, and even the license plate number. The insurance agent asked for his card and after he went through the information was shocked that the person who hit him, didn't bother to leave his insurance information, so a full replacement for his truck shall be arranged once the person is apprehended by the police.
The girls agreed to take him back to his apartment, and the three of them got into the vehicle after they collect what they can from his truck, grabbed the laptop, and drove to his apartment after everything was settled with the police report and insurance.
Making his way back he made his way up to his apartment with Chloe and Lois right behind him, they entered the apartment, and he remarked on the differences between his Metropolis apartment and his New York apartment. As he turned around he saw Chloe and Lois stripping and seductively walking toward him.
+++ Next Day+++
Clark awoke to the Star War theme ringing from his phone. He knew who it was and immediately picked it up. Out of reflex, he reach for his glasses only to remember they had been damaged in the accident. That was when he noticed that he could see even without the glasses.
"Hey mom," Clark greeted as he picked himself up and began to look for clothes that weren't damaged or bloody from last night's accident.
"Clark? Oh thank god," Martha Kent sounded relieved. Clark grimaced at her overprotective nature still to this day and age but he really wouldn't have it any other way. "You said you were leaving last night to make it here by morning. How far are you?"
"Oh, uh…," Clark was taking off his shirt until he did a double-take when he walk past his bedroom mirror. His body was no longer the scrawny form it was in. Despite having been born weak, he grew tall and lanky and had done his best to try and get muscle on his frame. However, the best he could ever achieve was a skinny and flat stomach. Now however looking at his form in the mirror he could not help but pose and flex a bit at his new body. Heard two wolf whistles coming from his bed.
"Clark? Is something wrong?" His mom asked once more over the phone, her tone getting more and more concerned.
For a moment Clark wanted to tell his mom everything about what happened, but unlike Martha and Jonathan Kent who found him in a field, this was someone who had cuddled him from day one. If she knew she might fight him about what he wanted to do. He knows his parents are half-Kryptonian so there really is no point in lying, so might as well tell the truth or pay the price later.
"Ummm," Clark shift the phone over to his other ear as he began to select a new pair of jeans and a T-shirt. "A drunk driver hit my truck, it is totaled. The cops and insurance know everything, it was taken care of and the cops are going to go after the guy who hit my truck and took off.."
"Are you okay?!" Martha immediately asked.
Clark had to grimace a bit at the shift in her tone. "Did someone call an ambulance for you?" Clark told her that no, he is fine better than ever, and he activated his Kryptonian powers.
Silence for a few seconds, "Mom, are you there?" Shaking out her shock, "Are you sure you have your powers?" Floating up in the air, he tells her that he is sure he has his powers.
"Oh thank God," Martha said fervently. "Oh thank god you are Ok and you finally awakened your powers. Do you want us to come and get you?"
Hearing someone giggling, Martha asked who is with him in his apartment? Clark tells him just two friends, Lois tells him that they should be considered at least girlfriends since they did sleep with him last night. Clark looks at Lois and began his head, "Really Lois? Just when I answer my mom's call?" She smiles a sexy grin, "Just making sure we claim what we deserve, Smallville.
Martha asked him if he was sure they don't need to pick him up with a little giggle in her tone, "No need, I'm going to hitch a ride with my girlfriends," Clark said as he put on his regular T-shirt and found that it was more of a snug fit. "I'll be there by tomorrow."
"Oh okay," Martha replied with evident relief. "If you need anything call us, please. We haven't seen you in almost a year now!"
For once Clark thank his lucky stars that his undergrad internship at his college had kept him away from home. Now with his change in physique, he'll have to prepare his mom.
"Well, you probably won't recognize me anymore anyway," Clark began with a small smile. "I have been working out a lot with some friends and put on a bit of muscle."
"Oh really now?" Martha's amused tone came from the other line. "Would this be like all of those other endeavors young man?"
Clark once more look at his new physique in the mirror and had to say he look different, but not too much. He wasn't as bulky as when he was full-time superman. If anything he's reminded of when he first started.
"Oh, I have a feeling this new workout routine stuck," Clark decided to tell his mom that he needs to cook some breakfast for his girlfriends and that he will see her soon, and of course call the insurance about the replacement for his truck.
"Okay then dear," Martha sounded a bit sad but she understood. "Call us if you need anything."
"Will do," Clark smiled. "Love ya mom."
"Remember, anything!"
"I know!" Clark's exasperated tone was conveyed to his mother much to her amusement.
"Love you, sweetheart," Martha said her farewell and hung up.
No sooner had his mom hung up the phone than Clark dialed the police officer's number.
"Yes? Police? I would like to ask if you finally caught the scumbag that totaled my truck and left to me to die?" The police told him they did catch the man who was driving drunk and stole the vehicle that hit him. His insurance was informed, and the officer suggested that he calls them. Clark thanked him and hung up.
Clark decided to call his insurance agent to talk about the replacement for his truck, the agent was happy to tell him that indeed the man was caught and the insurance has already paid to replace his truck, he was told that he needed to go to a dealership the insurance had picked and fill his paperwork for the title of his truck. The calls took him an hour so he decided to make breakfast for his girlfriends. Taking out his extra pair of glasses he put them on and winced at the heavy dosage. He no longer had glasses made from Krypton materials either… which could prove troublesome.
He needs to wear some regular cosmetic ones then. Thus a short walk later he found himself in the downtown shopping district and began trying on glasses. It was only by sheer luck he was able to find ones that looked like his old pair back on the other Earth. With his selection finished, Clark went back to his apartment and begin to think about what would his course of action be now.
By all rights, he should be dead. Everything that happened on his original Earth was real, Clark knew that much for certain but still, he didn't seem as remorseful about it. He missed it, of course, Diana especially and Lana and Lois as well, but overall, he had made his final sacrifice for the greater good. Then there was that other Superman, the Older One.
He never did get to the bottom of that…
Seven years had passed since he regained his power, Chloe and Lois are now his wives, but they are still looking for women to add to the harem, both to Clark's joy and misery.
Now he was in New York, this new world filled with Superheroes that were unfamiliar to him compared to the ones he does know. Also unlike his old world, he wasn't the first hero to make their debut, but the First Family aka the Fantastic Four. After that, there was the Justice Society and a team called the Avengers.
Clark had to admit the things they have done were on par with what he and the League often deal with, heck he was willing to bet that they probably dealt with a lot more stuff that doesn't get reported.
Suddenly Clark blush as he now recalled his very private crush on his childhood best friend, who had recently divorced her husband. He was pretty surprised when the X-Men went public and all of their identities were revealed. That's when he remembers him and Joe often ranking Superheroine in terms of sexiness and desirability. He always knew that his female co-heroines were pretty but he has always disassociated himself from them.
Now, however, he gained a new perspective on the whole thing. Suddenly everything from Diana's revealing outfit to Zatanna's outfit, Dinah… Clark shifted a bit feeling his pants start to get tight and since it was regular clothing, there was a good chance little Clark might break free.
Looking up across the wall he saw his female Avengers roster calendar hanging proudly on display. This month was Ms. Marvel. After some calming thoughts, Clark debated whether he should join the Superheroes here. Did he have the right to interfere?
No sooner had he thought of it than he knew the answer. The Avengers were temporarily inactive, but the heroes were still doing their duties. Perhaps he could help around until then, maybe not so public, maybe take care of things more on the street level. It seems the streets around New York City could always use an extra pair of helping hands.
But… How would he go about it?
Clark realized that there is New Krypton, and his family does have a fortress of solitude. There were star empires that he have never heard of before, the Shi'ar, the Kree, the Skrulls, there was even that incident with the World Devourer, Galactus (And entity that never existed in his original universe) when he was younger. There is plenty of Kryptonians that can help but deep down he was a boy who was a hero at heart. He can't help but help people in need.
Then there was the little fact that some douchebag name Hyperion showed up and battle the Avengers with a rip-off version of the Justice League. What is worse, Hyperion his rip-off had the same power set as he did, lucky there are other Kryptonian around and he told them he was a Kryptonian there was a chance that the heroes of this world might welcome him even if he show up with the Squadron Supreme so fresh in the public mind…
Then there was the one thing Clark did not ever think about, his mortality and sense of preservation honed to a fine-tooth comb. It was something Clark always took for granted when he was in Smallville. While he was able to be afforded a human perspective thanks to his ma and pa- he still felt apart from them. But Superman stood above them in some way, looking down from on high like a god as Lex Luthor once accused him of. However, he knows now exactly what it means to be human now. To be weak before the titans that do battle in the very skies above them.
Clark had been there for the fallout between Spider-man and the Sinister Six, been caught in the crossfire when the Avengers battle with Ultron, and taken captive when Earth was invaded by alien forces. He had run away from mutants that wanted to hurt humans before the X-Men intervened a couple of years back. He had never realized just how many civilians get hurt before the Justice League stop whatever major threat it was that day. He knew but he never realized the personal depth of it, Jimmy and Lois downplayed the terror.
The original reason Clark wore the costume and showed his face in public was that he wanted to be a symbol of hope and what all heroes could strive to be. When he was the first of his kind he took it upon himself to set the standard but here, in this world, people already have someone to look up to already. The likes of Captain America, Mr. Fantastic, the Fantastic Four, The Avengers, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Power Woman, had already set the standards by which all other heroes abide. Did he want to draw attention to himself again? Old Clark might have liked peace but the weak Clark always had a dream of being a hero himself.
That's when an idea struck him as Clark began rummaging through his old high school notebooks. When heroes first became popular Clark wanted to be one of those that had powers to fly or strength like Thor. Since he was as weak as could be, he set his mind to a task, and in all honestly, his joining the Baxter Building internship was for one reason only. They could help him build a robot suit like Iron Man or War Machine.
Flipping the pages open, he saw the suit look something like Steel would wear but he could fix that, he could streamline it. While building a suit like Iron man's but since he had access to the technology of Krypton he could make it even more advanced and if he used the family's fortress he had all the materials needed. He would be able to use his powers without thinking the suit would break.
Flying to his family's fortress of Solitude, meeting his sister, "Hey Clark what are you doing here?" Clark told her that he was making a little something to get into the hero business. Raising an eyebrow, "You have the powers of a Kryptonians why do you need a suit?"
Clark told her for the safety of his two wives, they might not be able to hurt him, but they were easy targets since they are human. So the secret identity is more for them than for himself. Hearing that his sister understood and offered her brother some help, he thanked Jasmine for the help.
Clark decides to make the face mask to shoot his beam through his facemask, a couple of openings in his hands to be able to shoot them from his hands, a voice modulator, he could use his senses, as well as use his breath, an AI assistant to help him control the suit properly he can call her Indigo.
Clark tells Indigo to integrate with the suit, and she of course agrees and does some last-minute checks to see if everything is working, after the final diagnostic. He puts on the suit he sees everything is working perfectly. He believes he is ready to go out and start patrolling.
+++ That Night +++
"Help!" Lori Lace screams as several rough-looking street thugs corner the 30-year-old supermarket mom.
"Ain't no one gonna hear ya sweet cheeks, now hand over the cash!" the first thug a tall white male with piercing all over his face pulled out a knife and licked its flat side.
"Hey man, she doesn't look half bad," the second thug larger man of African descent leered at the woman.
Hearing that the woman screamed even louder.
"Help! Somebody please!"
Her voice did attract some interest from the neighbors but after seeing the six thugs, they decided to keep quiet and called the police instead.
"I told you toots, ain't no one gonna hear ya cry now," the First thug grinned as he closed in on his prey.
"I heard her."
Hearing the distorted metallic voice, predators and prey turn to look up in the sky and see a robotic humanoid ship figure floating in the air before them.
"Iron Man?!" the second thug asked in disbelief feeling that he was so screwed to run across an Avenger.
"That ain't him, look at his suit, it's different!" the first thug said before he pulled out a gun and began firing at the figure. Or at least he tried before his gun melted in his hand. "ARRGHH!"
Before the thugs knew it the Iron Man knockoff was among them smacking them against the wall and rendering them unconscious. Looking satisfied with his job he turned to the woman giving Lori her first good look at the figure.
The thugs were right, that wasn't Iron Man, Iron Man's suit was more gold and red, while this man was redder and primarily blue. The suit seems more molded to a human figure instead blocky like Iron Man.
"Uh- Tha-thank you, a-are you with the Avengers?"
"No ma'am," the robot said with a smart two-finger salute. "Just someone trying to help."
Lori watched as the figure begins to tie up the thugs with a metal wire. It was then she noticed something else, a reverse triangle symbol on the robot chest with the letter S on it.
"W-what should I call you by?"
"You can call me Synthium Cobalt but most people just call me Cobalt," the robot says showing off his cobalt color armor except around his waists, boots, and gloves, which were red.
"Cobalt? Then why do you have an S on your chest?" Lori pointed out the none nonsensical naming. Cobalt knew it too as he stiffened in his suit of armor and ducked his head as if embarrassed.
"Family Symbol," Cobalt replied before he fade from the woman's view just as the police arrived.
+++ A short distance away +++
Clark smiled at his superhero debut once more. He decided he'll help on the street level unless things get REALLY out of hand with this world of Super Villians. Making the Kryptonian cloaking device was the smartest thing he did. Too bad it requires a lot of power and would only give him 15 minutes, but that would fool everyone's sensors that his suit was powered by a battery like Tony Stark's suit.
Once he turns invisible he could just fly away quickly and changed out of it before anyone is the wiser. That would give him time to gauge the other heroes and if they are trustworthy enough to know of his secret abilities or view him as a threat.
Still, overall, he was pretty happy. Thinking if he should join the Justice League since they are forming, as he flies off.
