A/N: Maybe this'll shed some light on who's back. Buuuut I doubt it.

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There was something wrong.

It was a fuzzy sort of feeling in the back of Clark's mind, as he hurried and changed into Superman, racing off to save the city from another one of Luthor's mad schemes.

The feeling had been following him around for the past few days. He'd had enough telepaths inside his head to know when he felt his mental shields being breached and knew enough to realize that someone was reading his mind. Except this there was something off about all of it.

Usually when there was an intruder upon his thoughts, his skin would start to crawl; everything shouting at him that someone was in where they shouldn't be, poking through stuff. That it was unnatural and dangerous and he needed to kick them out—and fast.

However, this someone was different.

Instead of feeling contaminated, he instead felt...whole. Safe. Like there was a guardian watching over him, offering his hand should Kal ever need it. It was the first time he'd ever felt something like it and so he was reluctant to say anything about it. If the person had meant harm—surely they would have done it by now, right?

Besides, the only one who could help him was J'onn and he wasn't really up to asking the Martian for help.

He arrived at the scene and only had a second to take in the situation before he was being hurled into a building by one HUGE robotic arm, and got to his feet, hardly feeling it at all. Started towards Luthor, his mind drifting away from his personal problems, and focusing on the fight.

Don't hit the robot with all your strength. Luthor's still in there. Don't duck, if you do he'll hit Hawk Girl. Move—move out of the way this time. Don't look back, allow him to hit you from behind, get his mind off of what Wonder Woman's doing.

It was exhausting, constantly having to watch what he did and exactly how he did it, in order to make sure that he didn't hurt anyone. Calculating on what to do next, as Luthor's main target was him, and if he focused on him then no one else would have to get hurt.

You hit too hard that time. Lessen up a fraction next pun--

Too hard? You didn't hit hard enough.

The presence that had been in his mind for the past week, finally spoke up, and Kal felt something shift in his mind. Gone was the safe feeling he'd had before; now he felt terrified, as he felt them move around things.

Things that should never EVER be moved.

Stop! His blow this time was harder than usual, enough to send the villain flying several feet back. It crashed into a building and Green Lantern and J'onn had to focus on making sure everyone was able to get out of the apartment complex alive, as the structure started to cave in.

I can't fight full strength against him! I could kill Luthor if I do that!

So? Of all the things he's done to you, I think he deserves a little bit of discipline. He needs to know his place.

The voice in his head was wrong-wrong. Luthor was evil, yes, but it wasn't his place to judge the crimes the man had committed. That was what the legal system was for. And he wasn't going to become a Justice Lord. No.

It was against his very being to listen to what this person was suggesting. But they kept shifting things around, pushing things there and pulling things here, causing his mind to spin around in a wild circle, until he wasn't sure what to believe anymore.

Heat beams shot out of his eyes and he only just managed to avoid hitting Luthor by mere inches. Allowed himself to be thrown into the ground, shocked as a violent wave of rage washed over him. Was tempted to stand back up, but forced himself to lie still.

OUT! GET OUT! OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!

I don't think so. You need my help, Kal-El.

Tried to employ the mental tricks J'onn had taught him a while back, and was helpless when the person batted away his efforts as if they didn't even exist.

Too strong. Too strong.

The robot's foot stomped down on him and Superman let out a low animalistic growl. He was trying to save Luthor and the stupid man just kept EGGING him on! Never learned anything from all the times Superman put him in jail, always seeming to come out on top, no matter what he did. What was the point of doing things the right way? So what if he happened to break a few ribs or puncture a lung?

Luthor obviously wanted him to snap! So why was he holding back?!

The thoughts weren't his, not completely. The person in his mind was twisting things around, warping reality. He was holding on, but just barely.

And had been determined to hang on, trying to find a way to communicate with J'onn, but either J'onn wasn't listening or the voice was stopping his efforts.

He felt close to crying, because he knew there was only one last thing to push, one thing left to shatter, before things would get really bad, really fast.

And as if on cue, the voice came across the last barrier in his mind, the one that had been built up with years of careful consideration, the one that told him when to pull back, that enough was enough and he was close to going too far—to crossing that line.

And with one final shove, it disintegrated into pieces.

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Flash swallowed tightly, as he stared down at the monitors, watching with wide eyes as Superman actually growled and started to attack Luthor. Everything was such a mess; J'onn and Green Lantern were still evacuating people from the building Lex had slammed into, trying to go as quickly as possible, not only because it was ready to collapse at any second, but because Clark was having to be restrained by Wonder Woman and Hawk Girl--

Who were both failing. Miserably.

Winced as he saw Superman punch Wonder Woman in the head, hard enough to send her flying into a parked car. She didn't get back up.

Wrong, wrong. This was all so horribly screwed up, watching Clark break Hawk Girl's leg—hard enough for the bone to pierce through the skin, before heading towards Luthor, who seemed to have developed a lick of common sense and was reaching to what Flash thought was the stash of Kryptonite he'd kept hidden, and felt guilty at the rush of relief that passed through him.

Hopefully the Kryptonite would be enough to snap Clark out of whatever it was he was in.

Lex wasn't fast enough though. A sharp blow was delivered to his stomach and Flash could hear the sickening crunch of ribs breaking. Whatever was happening to Clark—it had to end, fast, before he ended up killing the guy. But what was he supposed to do? His body was frozen in place, his mind racing, because there was nothing coming to mind. He was—he was just Flash, how was he supposed to take out Superman?!

It seemed like he wasn't the only one who was wondering the same thing, as J'onn and Green Lantern started to pull him off of Luthor, who was starting to cough blood.

"GET OFF OF ME!" Superman roared, and Flash swallowed yet again. They couldn't hold him off forever, not when he was like this, refusing to hold back his powers, using them to their fullest potential. He was unstoppable.

What about Luthor's stash of Kryptonite? Scanned the ground for it, only to come up empty. He had no idea what the container looked like, much less where Kal had thrown it after yanking it away from the villain.

Okay, so he'd have to think of a new plan.

Batman. Batman has Kryptonite.

He could teleport down to Bruce's place, get the Krptonite, teleport to where Superman was--

And then what? Pull it out? Like he'd be fast enough! There was a very very fine line between who was faster, Flash or Superman and right now, without holding back at all, the sun gleaming down from it's high position in the sky...Flash didn't stand a chance.

Most likely he'd get it yanked from him and he'd have two seconds to say his prayers before joining Luthor in the land of broken ribs.

Green eyes shot wide open as he saw J'onn fall to the ground while clawing at his head, obviously failing in his attempt to try and reach out to Clark with his mind. A scream sounded out from the Martian's throat and Flash gulped. They're dying out there! Have to do something! Another scream.

Flash started typing in commands. "Teleport down and something—do something. Something. I'll--"

"Flash."

Jerked up at the sound of his name and liked to have fainted with relief as he saw Batman standing there, panting heavily and knees trembling. He looked terrible and it was evident that all his senses were screeching at him, but the speedster didn't object when the Bat ordered him to teleport him to Superman. It didn't make a lot of sense logically. Wonder Woman, Hawk Girl, J'onn had all failed in their attempts to subdue the Kryptonian. And Green Lantern was quickly joining them.

If they couldn't stop him, the ones who had the super strength and powerful abilities, how was Batman supposed to be able to stop him?

Because he's...Batman. His mind stated, as he teleported the man down to the scene below. Batman can do anything.

And as he watched the Dark Knight start towards Clark, who's hand was wrapped tightly around Lantern's throat, Flash tightened his hold on the edges of the computer, determined to hold onto that belief.

He'll fix it. He always fixes it.

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I hope it wasn't too crappy. Writing action isn't really my forte. I'm more of a humor/drama/romance type person. But I had this scene in my head and... :hides: don' hurt meh!