Krypton's Last Son

His eyes were on the firemen across the street watching them as they put out the small fires in the area. He took a pull from the water bottle tasting blood in his mouth. Shaking his head slightly Batman let out a soft sigh. At least Clark was alive and whole. 

Bruised but alive. 

Feeling the other man lean against him Bruce let himself relax finally. Looking over at Clark, Bruce took in the sight of the man. He could see the exhaustion that was coming off of Clark. 

Rao, he needed sunlight, but was far too tired to fly anywhere the sun currently reached. As a result, he'd have to wait until morning, but that was all right as long as he had Bruce by his side.

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imagine that they had a fight the previous night and were called in by their respective teams in the morning, so didn’t have the opportunity to reconcile. on top of that, steve is set to leave on a mission in a couple of hours and clark won’t have the chance to see him beforehand because the justice league’s initiation ceremony is taking forever because, fuck, they have a lot of new members. frantic texting commences to try and convey all the things they didn’t get to say to each other this morning and won’t get to say for the next week.

The treads of the massive tank shook the ground as it rumbled forward, crushing the remains of toppled buildings under its weight. Thick clouds of exhaust billowed into the air, turning the sky dark and blotting out the sun. Despite warning, the city if Metropolis had been unprepared for the attack. The alien invaders in their organized brigades decimated human forces with little trouble then took pleasure in destroying the city.

Not even their champion had been able to overcome the forces weighed against them.

Superman was displayed like a trophy upon the bow, arms and legs spread and encased within metal so he hung limp from his restraints. Beaten and bloody, the Kryptonian gazed upon the shocked crowd with a hazy comprehension. The battle with the tyrant that currently held his city in the palm of his hand had taken it’s toll. Blood seeped into his eyes and his normally vibrant uniform was dirty and torn.

“Y-you’ve lost your mind! You’re a-… a monster!”

“That all depends on your definition of the word, doesn’t it? Let’s explore that as I decide what to do with you.” Superman readjusted his grip on the front of man’s suit jacket as they hovered sixty stories above the busy Metropolis rush hour. “Definition one: a being, plant or animal, of abnormal form or structure. I look like one of you, so that’s a strike against you.” His grip loosened a fraction and the blonde businessman shifted in the only thing keeping him from falling.

“Two: one who deviates from normal character or behavior. That’s one in your favor. “As a result, his grip tightened again, reasserting the man’s fight against gravity. The cruel smirk he wore twisted into a disgusted sneer. “Its ‘normal’ for you people to hurt one another, you -accept- the selfish and praise the vain! A girl defending herself is sentenced to life in prison while a rapist goes free after months. I don’t -want- to be part of the ‘normal’ or ‘accepted.’”

Having lost his voice, the man simply trembled as he gripped the Kryptonian’s wrist. Kal took a calming breath, but the intensity in his gaze never wavered. “Three: a threatening force. An obvious answer.” As a reporter, he knew language, and now he had twisted it for the use if his trial. “Four: a person of unnatural or extreme ugliness, deformity, wickedness, or cruelty. I’ve been very kind to you humans, so that’s another in my favor.” The grip loosened again, causing the man to scramble and claw at the Man of Steel’s wrist. “It seems we’re tied. But.” The word was emphasized with a flex of his wrist. “You have stolen from those less fortunate, taken food from the mouths of children, all to justify your greed.

You haven’t murdered, or taken away the choice of others, but-” Blue eyes began to glow red. “All sin is equal in the eyes of God.”

In seconds, it was over and Kal dropped the limp body to the street below, the screams of the man’s former coworkers echoing from a broken window.

TALES FROM THE DARK MULTIVERSE: THE DEATH OF SUPERMAN

In a broken world much like our own, Lois Lane, twisted by rage and grief over the Man of Steel’s death, becomes the Eradicator, taking revenge on those who let Superman die and the corrupt world he could never defeat. Now, with the power of a god, she’s going to end the “never-ending” battle by any means necessary, halting the Reign of the Supermen before it even begins.

You were everything to them — the last hope of a dying star — and we wasted it. We never deserved their hope. […] You loved us….You loved us so much. And we never even tried to be better.

Wonder Woman: I have 1200 costumes because I’m 6,000 years old, I like a little variety, it’s important to dress for diplomacy, and Hephaestus doesn’t get much commission from anywhere else these days

Tilting his head, the journalist lofted a brow. When Steve stepped closer, Clark remained in place and the smile morphed into something a little more mischievous. “Nothing’s -wrong-. I was just thinking, I’m a little old fashioned and where I come from, dinner is a necessity for two people to get to know each other better.”

Steve regarded the journalist with a fond smile and watched as he gave him a mischievous look, prompting Steve to blush. “Well then…” He grinned as he looked up into Clark’s eyes. 

Steve was a very good looking man and Clark had heard of his bravery. It didn't matter that he was not human, Clark was a man and wanted companionship just like anyone else.

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“I mean…” Bruce cleared his throat and did his best to stare past Clark and not at him. “You have nice hair. A nice face.”

Oh Clark certainly noticed -that-. His gaze drifted down to the other’s lips before snapping back up to his eyes. Knowing he hadn’t been subtle, he cleared his throat awkwardly.

The blush returned with vengeance. He blinked twice, but a small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m flattered. You’re not too bad, yourself.”