Clark Kent was sitting in his cubicle at the Daily Planet, and sat looking at Lois, who was writing something. It had been a two years since Zod tried to destroy the planet, and he never stopped thinking of that girl he encountered in that ten minute span of time. "If you mean crazy, yeah, but evil...no you're not the same" Those words replayed through his mind everyday as Clark and as Superman. Perry, his boss came out talking to a small girl with long brown hair and a curvy body. She wasn't skinny, but she wasn't fat by no means. Perry walked her around the office and he thought that maybe she was a new worker or intern. But as she was lead over to him, his eyes widened as he took her in. It was the mystery girl, and she had a tattoo of the superman symbol on her left wrist and another of Batman's symbol on her other. "So this is the Clark Kent, I keep reading in the newspaper." She hummed and he though that he could see the electricity making her glow with his perfect vision. "Good writer, terrible listener." Perry grumbled and she laughed as he walked away.
"I especially love the one about the mystery girl, the one that saved those kids, what was your title, oh yeah! The Zap Of Wonder." She giggled and he had to smile and he saw Lois looking over at them with annoyance. "Your girlfriend looks pissed, Kent. Trust me, I'm not gonna lay one of you." She looked amused as Lois blushed when she realized she was caught. "Just wanted to see how my company was doing." He looked confused, and she explained. "I own this building, um, oh yes introductions!" She took his hand without his permission and gave it a shake. "Ryan Wayne, well Ryan Mint. But Bruce likes when I use his name, makes us seem like actual siblings." She grinned and he saw her rub the bat symbol. She then gave a hum in thought, and he looked back into her eyes. "Your eyes are gorgeous." She said and she leaned closer and he could smell the butterscotch candy she was sucking on and the peppermint lotion she used. "Like the Caribbean...or sapphires...yet familiar." And he saw something flash in her eyes. "Uh...thanks." He murmured and slid his glasses up.
She gave him another look then smirked. "Well, it seems my favorite floor is doing just smashing, I'll see you around Clark." She then turned around and he smirked at her converses. She certainly didn't dress like a rich woman. "Oh and Clark...I'll see you later, Handsome." She then winked at him and he knew his face was full of surprise.
Bruce was raging, every lead he had turned out to be a fail, and to top it off Ryan left when he said not too. He needed her to help him find out more about Superman but she seemed to disappear every time he brought it up. He thought she would feel the same, that man, was the reason hundreds were dead and he vowed to destroy him. Speaking of Ryan..."Hey Batty." She yelled and he heard the fridge opening and a groan and the door slamming shut. He smirked, she must of found the vacancy of the fridge. "Ryan." He grunted and he heard her give a exasperated sigh. "Yes...I know." She cleared her throat to make it deep and scratchy. "You are needed here to defeat the evil superman, blah blah blah." She finished with a blank look. "I don't sound like that." He growled, but she could see the hint of the smile on his face. "You so do...ahh" she squealed as he picked her up and threw her on the bed. He fell on her, being a dead weight and chuckled as she grunted and tried to push him off.
"You're so fat." She whined and he rolled off of her and she snuggled into his chest. "I'm not fat." She rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arm around her and she hummed in happiness. "I think it might be all those dinners you've been having with those woman, who was it last time...Molly, Madison.." She laughed when he tickled her and then when they calmed down his annoyance showed through. "Where were you?" She sighed and looked up at him when he raised up on his elbows, his graying hair flopping over his forehead. It always annoyed her that she stopped aging at seventeen. Bruce thought it had something to do with her powers but she always imagined growing old with someone. "In Metropolis, at the Daily Planet." He rolled his eyes. "You would think you would hate reporters." She giggled as he pulled her hair. "They entertain me, this man Clark Kent...he has very nice stories. I like to read them." Bruce gave her a look and she sighed. "Look, I know you hate Superman but.." He growled and sat up fully. "No buts..." She growled this time. "Bruce! He saved the world, he didn't.." Bruce stood up and stared out the giant glass walls of his house. It was pouring outside, and he felt that it showed his emotions.
"He did! He did kill people." She stood up this time and she was mad, he could see the sparks coming from her skin. "He saved more! It was his people, his kind that were evil." Bruce went to interrupt but she continued. "And if you can blame him for his species, then blame every human for the deeds of criminals." She was mad, he could see her shaking. "Why? Why do you fight for him!" He snarled and slammed his hands on the table. "Because he's good, I see complete goodness in him. He fights to do it too, tries to be one hundred percent pure thinking he's evil, but he doesn't need to fight it because he is good, he makes me feel like I can do good." She breathed deeply and he saw her shoulders slump. And she grabbed her bag and keys, "What about me? What do I make you feel." She looked at him and then at her wrist where the bat symbol was tattooed. "You remind me of the destruction I can cause, and how sometimes being bad feels good...can do good." She smiled sadly and then leaves.
He stands thinking of her words for hours.