Superman hovered motionless high above Gotham's financial district. Several miles south he could see the glowing green form of Hal Jordan stationed above downtown, and even farther south, his telescopic sight could catch the occasional glint of moonlight off of Wonder Woman's tiara as she watched over the docks. They'd been in position since sundown, hidden from the people below by a fortuitous layer of clouds. Down below, the Flash was patrolling the periphery of Gotham at speeds faster than the eye could see while back at the batcave, Cyborg was tapped into the GPD's 911 dispatch waiting to alert them if another attack was reported. Aquaman was... well someone had to be on monitor duty at the Watch Tower.
"Ok, Batman just started his patrol in the south." Cyborg announced over the radio. Batman was doing his usual patrol tonight and solving quadratic equations in his head in case someone read his mind. With any luck, their telepathic target wouldn't realize that Gotham was now the safest city in the world. "According to Bats, the suspect always strikes on the opposite side of the city from him so Superman and Green Lantern, you guys need to be on high alert."
"Believe me, 'high alert' is the only state I'll be in as long as that sicko is out there." Hal replied. "Ugh! I don't know how Batman can go on patrol with someone like that stalking him."
"If it was me I'd be hiding under Supes' cape." Barry agreed.
"He isn't stalking Batman, though, he's avoiding him." Wonder Woman pointed out.
"Which is a good sign. I mean if he's afraid of Batman he can't be that powerful." Said Hal.
"Man, you're so lucky that Batman is maintaining radio silence." Cyborg observed.
"Ha! Why do you think he said it?" Barry joked.
"Speaking of radio silence..." Superman's interruption was met with a chorus of "sorry" followed by silence. Superman relaxed his control on his super hearing and took in the sounds of the city below. A crying baby, boisterous group of drunks, the thumping bass of a car stereo- it was as quiet as a city ever gets down there. The minutes ticked by punctuated by barking dogs, honking horns and the ever-present drone of traffic.
"No, stop! Help! Noooo!"
"I've got screams at the corner of Thirty-second and Elm." Superman reported. As he dove toward the sounds of distress coming from an alley, he could see a man on his back flailing and screaming while a female form knelt by his head.
"Is it our man?" Cyborg asked.
"It's our woman." Clark corrected.
"On our way."
Superman landed right behind her and grabbed her arm-
...
When you can vibrate your molecules through solid matter, there isn't a lot that can slow you down, and even fewer things that can stop you in your tracks, but that's exactly what happened when the Flash sped into that alley.
"Oh god, guys, it's Superman, he's... crying"