Batman parked the Batmobile two blocks away from the Daily Planet before getting out, closing the door, locking and cloaking it. He then grabbed his grappling hook off of his belt and aimed at the highest rooftop and letting fly. He whizzed upward and landed softly on the concrete roof before he made the same maneuver Again until he was atop the building adjacent to the globe topped gold structure that housed the most read newspaper in the world. Taking a deep breath, he looked down and took in the fifty-storey drop that sunk down below him. Another raise for Fox if I pull this off.

The caped crusader threw himself off the ledge, spiraling toward the cold tarmac below. Lights blurred and the wind tore through his ears. Roughly ten feet before the pavement, the Dark Knight arched his back, stretching his arms, and performed the most perfect U-turn causing him to float gently back up. He soared around the skyscraper and even had a little extra height to allow himself to dive bomb onto the top of the globe. Another smooth landing later and the Batman looked up at the expanding map of Metropolis that spread below him. Another zero on the end of Fox's pay-check it is then.

"Impressive," smirked Superman, floating about five feet away.

The Batman span around quickly before frowning, no one ever managed to sneak up on him. "Not as special as the whole armory of meteor powers that you seem to have. Pardon the pack but you seem to be packing a lot of heat."

The man in read and blue laughed and landed on the globe. They stared at each other for a moment as the world span around them in the background. "You have no idea." Superman was serious now, "what are you doing here in my city? Aren't you exclusively based in Gotham?"

"Some the Gotham's underbelly have spread their wings. Where they go, I follow. Or keep two steps ahead," the Dark Knight tapped on his arm and a light blue hologram projected itself into the gap between the two heroes. "And what do you mean by your city? By my records, you've only been at the game twenty-four hours."

"It's a start. Metropolis needs someone to believe in while it struggles through such tough times. Someone who has no tarnishes against his name and remains a beacon of hope. Someone who makes no mistakes," Superman turned his head sharply and stared into the calculating blue eyes below the mask.

"Are you accusing me of something, jock strap?" The man in black Kevlar stormed fearlessly.

"I'm worried about your use of excess force. It's hardly something to look up to," Superman continued, remembering the hard kick the Dark Knight had inflicted upon one of the thugs to knock him out.

"We should be something for the scum of the Earth to fear, not pose for pictures and open museums," the Batman shouted, raising his arms in frustration, his cape billowing behind him in the wind.

"No, we should become ideals, for all. No matter where you come from, whatever you have done in the past- you can become brilliant if you dedicate yourself to good. We must stand for that."

"You know what, I don't need this, especially from a guy with a dress sense of a four year old drag queen. If you want to stop blessing babies and feel the need to do some actual hero work, call me." With that final judgment, the Caped Crusader dropped a card and left it floating downwards in the air. Superman snatched it up and watched as the Batman threw himself off the building and dropped into the depths below. He looked at the card. It read: build a spotlight- and there was a bat symbol beneath it. The Man of Steel had heard of this feature that reigned over Gotham's night sky and had contemplated using something similar. However he had much more important matters on hand at the present moment: mustn't be late for Lois Lane.

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Chloe sat on the sofa, legs tucked underneath her, with her laptop resting on the cushion in front of her. She was comfortable, dressed in a sweat shirt and loose fitting pants. The album XX by the XX lightly played out from across the room. The blonde gave her laptop one final tap to send off the emails that she had written: one to Clark about all she had found about the Batman and the other to Perry White containing her latest story for the next morning's issue on the implications of Wayne Enterprises' newest venture. Having powered down her piece of tech, she swung her legs from under her and got up to grab some popcorn to watch her movie with.

Suddenly her apartment was showered with glass as a body came flying through the window at full speed. Chloe protected herself with her arms but still gained some cuts across her body. Taking a breath to steady herself, she looked down at the person that had just flown through her window, situated on the top floor of the building.

The hooded man was head to toe in fine green leather and combat boots. He wore glasses that were slightly cracked and what appeared to be a voice distorter. He had a bow strapped across his back in a holster and had a quiver of high tech arrows to match. On his belt were a collection of darts and a small crossbow. A zip wire trailed from his body and out of the window.

He coughed and sat up, careful not to expose his face, and took in his surroundings. Cute apartment. Woah, cuter resident.

Chloe rushed down by his side and put her hand on his sculpted, muscular chest. "You need medical assistance," she said, pointing downwards toward the deep cut that had torn away the leather and arched across his six pack.

"I'll be fine," he insisted putting a glove on her arm and trying to get up.

"No no mister, you ain't going anywhere like that. What were you doing anyway?" Chloe asked, getting up and going to the sink to fetch her first aid kit.

"What do you think I was doing? Fixing the roof tiles or adjusting the TV ariel?" He had managed to get up now, although he stood a little weakly.

"Fancy yourself a vigilante then?" Chloe probed, walking back over to him and pushing on his shoulder lightly so that he would sit down. It presented a funny image for he towered over the petite blonde.

"You're Chloe Sullivan of the Daily Planet," he exclaimed, sitting up and wincing painfully.

"Yes I am. What does that matter anyway?" Chloe inquired, gently forcing him to lie down once again. She sat next to him and opened the first aid kit. She retrieved a pack of antiseptic wipes and removed one from the packet. The hooded hero twisted away in pain as she ran it over his wound on his stomach.

"You're going to write about me. Expose me. I'm not ready for that yet," he breathed through the pain.

"Sit still! Most vigilantes I deal with are tough as nails," she joked light-heartedly.

"You've dealt with heroes before?" he said, amazed.

Oh you have no idea... "Yeah, but only competent ones," Chloe smiled and looked straight into his broken glasses. Over the course of their conversation he had sat up and opened his body to her. It was more trusting.

His mouth dropped open, "I am competent!"

"Not by my account," she smirked, as she stared wrapping bandages around her wounded soldier. Screw what I thought about Clark earlier, this guy has definition. "But you show promise."

"You know what, I'll prove it to you," he said, watching as Chloe secured the dressing in place.

"And how's that going to happen?" Chloe challenged playfully, subconsciously nibbling on her lower lip. Stop flirting! Stay professional!

"I'll be in touch," he quipped, standing up an making his way to the window.

"Hold it," Chloe chased after him and spun him around and placed her finger on his leather-clad chest. You aren't going anywhere mister."

"You think that just because you patched me up, I want to stay the night?" he grinned flirtatiously, looking down into her green eyes.

"Doctor's orders," she whispered, suddenly taken a back by the romantic surrounding that she found herself in.

They held the silence for a few more long seconds before he cleared his throat lightly and stepped back. "I better get my beauty sleep then. I'll crash on the couch?"

"No take my flatmate's bed, she might not be back tonight," the blonde mentioned towards Lois' door. She watched as he walked straight to the threshold and turned back at her, hand resting on the doorframe.

"Thanks," he smiled and entered the room and shut the door. Chloe stared after him: There is no chance of me getting any sleep now.

On the other side of the door, Oliver Queen dropped his hood and breathed a sigh of relief. He was so close to being found out on his very first patrol. He leant his head back onto the wood of the door. Why did all the women that complicate his life have to be so good looking? And charming? And sweet? All he knew was that he was now more determined than ever to get himself and Chloe Sullivan better aquatinted. A woman like herself was hard to come by and she seemed just perfect.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's reading, reviewing and following! I am very grateful. I'm so annoyed at googlemail because it deleted the next section of this story so I'm going to have to rewrite that. Grrr. Anyway that section will be up when I can get it ready and it will be Kara meeting Victor Stone because I decided to trade him in for AC. Thanks again!