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The cops arrived fairly quickly and arrested the criminals, and leaving me relaxed as I  ran and jumped across the building tops, until  I landed on the roof of my shoddy but livable building. Scaling down, I waved my hand over my body, skin tight black and gray suit disappearing and matching face mask along with it , leaving distressed, dark washed jeans, and black sleeveless crop top. The high ponytail and makeup never left my face so I looked like I had just come home from working one of my jobs at the local bar. It was exactly what I had been doing before I head the noises that lead to my intervention.

 Soreness from that level of exertion had begun to set in as I climbed the steps to my fourth floor apartment.  I opened the door, a small smile on my face as my neighbor, a friendly, and gentle woman in her 70s slept in my dark grey recliner (never mind I had gotten it just for her sake.) the tv replaying the news, despite it being so late. 

 “Ms. Alphonse, I am home.”

 I said gently shaking her, she jumped slightly and smiled once she realized who had been shaking her.

“Oh goodness me, Tiffany  you scare me every time you do that, how in the world are you so quiet?”

I chuckled, tossing my purse on the nearby couch.

“Guess I’m just good at it. How did tonight go?” I asked her, picking up the leftover plates off of my kitchen table in the small space. She stood and stretched, a small yawn followed, as she began to look for her keys.

“As always, a little angel. Gave me a little push back about dinner, but still well behaved.”

I nodded and smiled.

 “Good, did you leave your shopping list for me? I’ll be headed out tomorrow to do the weekly run.”

She moved to her purse and hands me a wad of cash and a piece of paper. I quickly try and hand the money back.

 “Now, Ms. A. You know this is too much! Plus I owe you for the week anyway.”

 “I told you as long as I’m breathing your money's no good with me. Plus me and the youngster are going to need some snacks for our movie night next weekend.”

I laughed, sticking her list and the money in my purse. 

“Fine, but please let me know if you need anything else this week from anywhere and I’ll be sure to get it for you.”

 “I am just grateful I don’t have to climb the steps with these knees being the way they are with bags of groceries. You are a godsend child.”

 She touches my face, it’s still a little sore from a blow I took earlier, but I do my best not to let it show. Somehow she knows it there, and her caress, dark and  withered against the caramel of my skin is cooling and comforting. Reminding me of a comfort long since lost to me. 

 “Sweetheart, you be careful out there.”

 I knew she had no way of knowing about my long since abandoned- recently-revived for one night alter-ego but somehow I felt she knew something was amiss. She didn’t push me however and left it at that.

 “Always Ms. A.”

 “Good. Now I’m going to go rest in my own bed. That chair is lovely but I need to stretch out.”

 I laughed at the dramatic way she cracked her back and walked her to the front door, then watched her walk down the hall to her door, making sure she got in and locked the door behind her , before I did the same. 

I sighed, resolving to do the dishes in the morning, I took my hair down, and walked to the back of my apartment. Stopping at a semi-closed door, gently pushing it open with my hand.

My heart always clenched looking at this little human. I could feel the energy of his heart beat pulsing as he rested so peacefully, not having any cares in the world. At peace knowing his mom would protect him from anything set out in the world to  hurt him. 

At least the best I could. I would do anything to protect him, even if that meant taking him away and hiding him. I left Metropolis before he had been born, vowing that no one would hurt my child in the ways I’d been hurt, no one would come after him because of his parentage, because no one knew he existed outside of being the son of a exhausted- young single mother named Tiffany March. He was Kyle March  and would stay that way for as long as I was alive. 

I hung up my alter-ego Midnight, a long time ago.

 Nobody would know that Kyle March and Tiffany March were not our real names at all.

 No one would know that Kyle was not fully human. 

 No one would know that Kyle was now the last child of Krypton due to the death of his father.

 No one could ever know that he was the Son of Superman...

A/N: SO I TRULY BELIEVE THIS FEELS MORE LIKE A PROLOGUE BUT DAMN ITS GOING TO BE CHAPTER 1 LOL

 My head was pounding as I came to. The room was dark and as I pulled on my hands, I quickly realized they were cuffed. I yanked and yanked trying to get free. I try to call energy to me so I would have enough strength to break chains or at the very least cut them off but nothing happens.

This is where I panic. 

My powers were an innate part of me. Something I could always feel and gather at any point and time, and now I couldn’t. It was like I could feel it gathering, but couldn’t discharge it.

 “What in the hell?!”

 I pulled at my cuffs as my brain tries to fragment together how this happened and pieces of it flow until it becomes cohesive. 

It couldn’t have been her. 

I hadn’t seen her in years...

Was it?

A voice from the pitch blackness startled me. I did my best not to visibly jump.

 “Ahh good to see you are awake Ms. Smith. One of our greatest successes returned home. Sorry about the painful extraction but it  was the only way to bring you back to us.”

 The light flips on and it becomes obvious that I am in a laboratory, strapped to a metal table. A man is standing in a booth that is high up, and I cannot see his face, only a shadowy outline of him. I was sure this was by design and it was clearly an operating room. I panic more but ask.

 “Who are you and what the fuck do you want?”

 I growled it out. I wanted him to understand that I was pissed. He tsk’s at me and speaks again

 “Oh my dear did you forget all your home training that quick? I guess we'll just have to remind you.”

 The man says and suddenly sharp electric pain zings through me. Making me grind my teeth and pull painfully against the straps holding me to the chair. In reality it was only seconds that it lasted but it felt like forever when all of your nerve endings were on fire.

 “Fuck!”

I yell. 

“Language Ms. Smith.”

The pain zings through me again and I feel tears run from my eyes and the pain stops quickly again.

 “Who are you and what do you want?”

I try again for my power but nothing manifests.

 “Do you like my little gift? These are neutralizing cuffs. It stops that cute little thing you can do with your hands. There will be no swords for you tonight.”

I glared at the figure. I could do so much more than that. It let me know that he didn’t have a clue.  

“Awe come now puppet don’t look so sad. You will get your powers back soon, but for now we need to do a little systematic reconditioning...”

 Meanwhile: 

 Clark was nervous. He didn’t like the idea of Gia of going to work without anyone physically in the building. He couldn’t and wouldn’t intrude on her space and what she felt she needed to do to be away from him. She had every right not to want him around. Look at the mess he had made of her life. He loved her beyond words but he couldn’t force her to love him back. It didn’t mean he didn’t want every opportunity to make it up to her though.  He knew Victor was keeping and eye on her all night and he said she left work about an hour ago, so why wasn’t she back at the manor yet?

 He tries to listen for her voice nearby or anything the indicates she is close but hears nothing, not even the soft hum of her car. 

Kalen is sleeping soundly so he slips the small child away from him and slide off of the bed to    go on the patio, after pulling doing a quick change into his Superman suit and takes off to the sky following the road she should be on to get home. His ears are immediately assaulted with the sound of police and fire trucks as he flies and his heart begins to race as he hears the commotion and finds himself at the scene of a crash. It takes him only a moment to make sense that this is Gia’s car that is on fire.

 He pushes through the crowd and walks to the car disregarding the yells and yanking the flaming door from the hinges. She was not in there and he turned to the crowd. He turns to the nearest police officer who seems to be in awe of Superman being that close to him.  Clark yanks the cop forward by the lapels.

 “Was anyone removed from this car?!”

Faced with the frantic ire of Superman, he shakes his head no. Clark let’s go of him and looks around trying to spot her face in the small crowd of cops and first respondents but there's no one.

“Gia!!!!! Gia!!!!!”

 He is calling her name frantically, but with no response.

He tried to listen for her but there was nothing and that was what scared him. He takes off pushing himself as fast as he can back to manor. Bruce never locked the door and Clark would have just knocked it down anyway in his frantic state. 

 “Bruce!!!”

He yells and the caped crusader comes down the steps, Alfred in tow, who also had been alerted as soon the front door was opened. 

 “Gia is missing!!!!”

 Alfred immediately takes off to send an alert to the other team members. Bruce does his best to calm down Clark.

 “I can’t hear her or see her...she...I can’t hear her heartbeat...”

 Bruce was worried, this was the first time he saw Clark lose his head. If that wasn’t an indicator of his feelings for the short firecracker that entered their lives a short time ago, then he didn’t know what was. 

He could let the man he called a friend and at one point an enemy go crazy however. It would not bode well for anyone. He knew first hand that Clark was a force when not in his right mind. 

“Clark...Clark calm down. Why do you think she is missing?”

 Clark shakes his head trying to expand his hearing as far as he could to try and hear the heartbeat or voice he was so attuned to.

 “Only that your car is a fiery wreck about 10 miles out and she was not in it. It’s not like she could have been car jacked. She is gone Bruce.”

 “Okay we will find her, but you are no help to her if you go off crazed and half cocked. Besides your son will need you.”

 The thought of Kalen snaps him out of his slightly manic state. 

He climbs the stairs in Kalen’s direction. Kalen has moved in his sleep, legs and arms wild as most children do at that age. Relieved that his yelling hadn’t awoken his son, he worries for him. What if they couldn’t find Gia?  He didn’t want his son to grow up without his mother. He didn’t want to be without either. To live in a world without her in it would be agonizing.

He hears Barry’s quick arrival and Bruce sends him to search the surrounding areas around the crash. Victor has arrived as well, and was trying to find footage. 

 “Clark, I found something.” He calls Clark from downstairs no louder than normal as to not to wake the child. 

He tucks the toddler tight into his bed and heads downstairs. He finds Bruce, Diana and Victor in the surveillance room. Diana comes over and hugs the superhero, and Victor nods in greeting  before launching into what he found.

“ It took a little time but I was able to tap into one of the government’s satellites. I found this.”

 The team watches as someone steps from the side of the road directly into the path of Gia’s car. They watch the scene unfold, Clark praying the entire time that she was surviving this ordeal. The image of her trying to get away only to be punched and then dragged away in the back of a plain black van with no plates or identifiable marks. It sends anger searing through his veins, he had never felt the need to hurt someone so bad. To hurt one of the people he loved most was a crime punishable by severe pain in his eyes. 

He needed to find her and he needed to find her quickly...

 *5 days later*

 “Clark baby you have to eat.”

 Martha Kent had just put Kalen down for a nap and was now sitting with her solemn son. 

“I am not hungry.”

 Clark was downright depressed from not being able to find Gia. He wouldn’t shaved, called out from work, and baths were strictly in and out affairs meant to placate everyone else. He was devoted to everything he had to his finding Gia and being there for their son. He spent endless amounts of time flying around, stalking criminals to find out what they knew. 

Nobody he found knew anything. Thankfully he had help with Kalen because he had quickly learned he was out his depth with being a parent...

 *A few Days ago*- Flashback

 “Come on Kalen son you have got to eat. Can you be a big boy and eat the hot dog for your old man please.”

 Clark was not a beggar but he was exhausted and this was not helping. He and Kalen had a great father-son relationship, but at the end of the day Kalen was still a toddler that liked to push the limits of his boundaries and his father’s patience. 

 “NO!!!”

 Clark had taken Kalen back to his mother’s house  for some normality and was currently trying his best to get his son to eat something but it was not working out. He flat out refused to eat the plain hot dog placed in front of him. He was loud and upset, Clark knew it was because Gia’s presence was missing and Kalen didn’t know how to express that without a temper tantrum much like he was doing now. 

Frustrated he felt the heat build between his eyes, threatening to shoot into the nearby wall.  He pinches the space between his brows so the heat didn’t shoot from them and hopefully dissipates the impending headache. He had only been a father for a couple weeks and he didn’t have any clue what he was doing wrong or right. He needed Gia back, they were meant to do this together. She had always been his balance and now she was gone.

Martha had been trying to let her son handle this by staying out of the way and letting him be the father. It was clear as she walked into the kitchen that Clark was struggling. 

 “G’ma!!!”

Kalen shouts happily and claps his hands together.

“My sunshine! Why aren’t you eating?”

She asks and the response is to push the plate away.

“Alright let’s see if I can get you something you will eat.”

 She grabs up the plate, takes the hot dog from the bun, tosses the bun away, and Clark watches as she cuts it up, covers it in ketchup then sits it down in front of the toddler, who then proceeds to eat the food.

Much to Clark’s chagin and mild disbelief. 

 “Am I ever going to get the hang of this?”

 “Yes. It just takes patience son. For the record I had the same problem with you growing up. Your father and I were nervous at first because you wouldn’t eat. We honestly got scared you required some kind of alien food that we had no potential to get our hands on. Irrational I know, but still a real fear. You will just have to take your time and learn your son. I’m sure Gia had to do the same thing.”

 Clark looks down at his feet for a moment.

 “ Yes but she is Gia. Gia is...she is in a whole other realm of unbelievable.  He needs his mother.”

He says missing her voice, looking out the screen door at the farm. He doesn’t admit out loud that he needs her too.

 “And you will find her. If I know anything about you Son is that you are determined. I know you will find her.” 

She pats him on the shoulder and goes back over to Kalen at the table.

 *End flashback*

 Clark still had no leads and grew more desperate by the second. He wanted nothing more than to find her. He wanted to tell her that he wanted everything with her. This wasn’t some sort of get back game with Lois. He wanted to stand in front of her as a man and declare his feelings. He wanted to raise their son together (maybe even have a few more). He wanted to give her the fairytale just like he wanted for them.

He couldn’t do any of that without her...

  “Clark son, you are no good to Gia if you die because you aren’t taking care of yourself. In fact I know she would be good and mad if you die and she did all of that to bring you back.”

 They both give a small chuckle at knowing how her temper could be set off, especially when she thought Clark was being stupid. 

Before he could respond his cell phone rings and Bruce’s name lights up across the screen.

 “Kent.” 

 “Clark we think we’ve got something...”

A/N: YES I know its short and not much character movement but I felt this was important to show. I hope to have the next chapter up sometime this week because baby let me tell y'all the stuff I have coming up for this is going to be great!

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Midnight: Chapter 4

*Flashback * Just about 4 years ago

I could hear people screaming, I was moving as fast as I could. 

Buildings and cars burned as people ran away screaming, crying as their lives crumbled in front of their eyes. I was doing my best to try and save the innocent people all needing my help. Lex Luther had created a monster. Wonder Woman, Batman, and Superman were all fighting. It would make no sense for me to go up there yet, not when so many lives are held in the balance, not when Clark basically forbade me to go. 

 I was helping the last of the families in a 6 story building get out, when the energy in the atmosphere changed. More specifically, Clark’s energy had shifted. He normally radiated an enormous amount of power that I could feel from anywhere in the state, and it made my powers increase by proxy, but something was wrong, it was going down, and I could feel my own power decreasing. 

I took off, pushing myself to the limit, leaping from building to building trying to get to him. I landed on the building across the street just as Clark flew himself into the monster, pushing some sort of spear into himself. The glowing green tip clearly infected with the one type of element that would weaken him. I cried out feeling his energy fade as Batman and Lois surrounded him.

I pushed as much of the energy I could, but it did no good. I was getting ready to jump to the next building, but when I felt his energy die out, it was pointless.

I screamed in agony, the windows nearby shattering in distress, Batman took a look around at my voice, but wasted no time taking off, Woman in tow, leaving Lois to cry over Clark’s body. I leaped, landing on the roof. Lois looked at me, tears running down her face. I knew I had to look similar. I dropped to my knees next to him. Grasping his hand, pushing energy again, but it was not returned. 

He was gone. 

The realization just allowed for new flood or tears as I dropped my head to his still chest for the man I considered a friend. I cried for what we could have been. Openly sobbing for Clark leaving this world thinking I hated him. I was weeping for the loss of Clark Kent, the man I had fallen in love with despite knowing he would never love me back…

*End Flashback*

I wiped a few stray tears that had fallen down my cheek as I remembered the night Clark had passed. He never had any clue I was pregnant and neither did I. I had no clue that my son would also lose the opportunity to know how great his father was. If I were being honest with myself I didn’t know if I would have told him. If this plan of Bruce Wayne’s worked, and Clark didn’t come back as a shadow of himself, I still wanted to stay far away. I had been doing a great job of raising Kalen by myself. I wouldn’t run the risk of Superman deciding I wasn’t worthy and taking my son. 

No I wouldn’t tell him. I couldn’t...

Bruce agreed to let me come back to meet the team to revive Clark tomorrow, but only after Kalen woke up. Ms. Alphonse was more than okay with watching Kalen for me and while I didn’t tell her where I was going she understood. I didn’t expect to be gone more than a day at worst. I made Kalen breakfast, and when he woke up he seemed to feel much better.

 “Mommy I’m hungry!” He says excitedly. 

He is strong enough to get himself into the kitchen chair, where I sat his paw patrol place mat and eventually the matching  plate with his food on it. I let him get about halfway done, before he got too full and fidgety to listen.

 “Alright baby so when you are done eating I’m going to take you over to Ms. A’s house. Mama has to go away overnight, so you get to have a fun sleepover with her okay.”

Tears welled up in his eyes as the fork clanged on the plastic plate.

 “I wanna go, Plwease??”

  “You can’t come with mommy this time, but I promise when I get back tomorrow we will have a fun day together, just you and me.”

He begins to cry harder and I pull him into my arms. Even at three he was getting to big for me to hold, but I would hold him until I couldn’t anymore. 

  “I think Ms. A is gonna be really sad if you don’t go with her. I need you to be a big boy for me. Help protect her for me please?”

I said wiping tears off of his face he sniffs into my neck, and I grab a paper towel wiping his nose. 

He finally calms down enough for me to get him dressed and down the hall. I left my extra key with Ms. Alphonse. Dressed in a pair of jeans, a dark blue half shirt and black leather jacket with matching rider boots. My hair sat in a messy bun on the top of my head so I couldn’t have to bother with it if I needed to shift my outfit. I leaned down to his height, kissing his cheeks and hugging him, tickling him around his sides and stomach, making him laugh in glee. 

  “Kalen Joseph Smith I love you very much. You be good for Ms. A and if I get a good report I will take you for some ice cream when I get home.” Excited he began jumping around.

  “Kalen be good and strong and brave.” He says to me in a small voice.

I didn’t want to leave him even if I would only be gone that day. 

   “Mommy loves you. Gimme a hug!”

He jumps into my arms with the biggest hug he could manage.

I said my goodbyes and looked at my phone where Bruce texted me that he had sent a car for me and it was waiting downstairs...

*Later*

Man as if I wasn’t already in pain from leaving my son, I was about to lose my shit. I had serious reservations about this rag tag team Bruce Wayne put together. They could hate me and if things went south with Clark then I would be the next target, by affiliation. I sighed, and sat back as the driver navigated various turns until I found myself back in Metropolis. I was guided to Star Labs, a place I knew did phenomenal work in various fields. If life had planned out differently for me then I could have fancied myself as a scientist or something, but it was not in the cards for me. I came into the large chamber not truly prepared by the on-slot of eyes on me also that everyone would be in uniform. I waved my hand, my outfit melting into my suit and mask.

  “Bruce, who is this?” Asked Wonder Woman and everyone else was on the defensive ready to attack me. I rolled my eyes, then used them to glare at the man in the bat suit.

  “Damn it Bruce. If you are going to call a girl in at least make sure you tell folks. I prefer not to have my ass handed to me by Wonder Woman.”

I smiled at her and she seemed to relax some. Bruce came over to stand next to me handing me a comm, and watched me as I put it in.

  “She is here for backup only. A little insurance for those of us that are skeptical about Clark’s return to the world. This is Midnight.”

I smiled at everyone, and took a seat on some nearby steps of the craft, leaning back on the steps behind me. I had a shield up already if any of them tried anything. 

  “You seem really relaxed for the situation we are in.” Said a young boy in a red suit, clearly unsure of me, but not willing to go against the grain. He had a lot of nervous energy and as for everyone else it was much of the same and Aquaman had only relaxed a fraction since I showed up. He was very powerful as well. I shrugged in a nonchalant way which annoyed Aquaman and amused the half Cyborg and The Red-suit. 

   “I am only here to make sure he doesn’t kill anyone. More specifically, any of you. He wakes up and I’m gone like I was never here.”

   “Let’s get this show on the road.” Bruce says and the team seems to get on board. They explain the plan as it’s modified to where the boy in the suit says he can generate enough energy to start the machine. The plan went into action and I shifted the light fields around me to become invisible. A skill I picked up after Clark’s death. Honestly I thought it was a subconscious way to disappear because I wanted so badly to do so. Now it was a valuable defensive skill.

As the cube touches the water, time seems to slow down for me but in reality it doesn’t. Seconds later Clark shoots out of the water, busting a hole through the alien spacecraft. The sudden return of his energy to my immediate vicinity caught me completely off guard. It had been a long time since I felt energy like this course though me. I dropped to my knees, coughing a  fit, trying to adjust was painful. Batman came over to me, knowing where I was due to the heat signature in his mask.

  “Are you okay Midnight?”

  “I am *cough* fine. Clark just has an enormous amount of energy. I will be fine in a few moments, just go make sure he is okay. I’ll join you guys soon.”

We heard the sounds of a fight starting above and Batman left me. I coughed again and scrambled to my feet. A quick scan told me Clark’s energy was all over the place and he was confused. I knew it would not turn out good for anyone the longer I stayed down. I leaped out the same hole Clark had created with my newfound energy, and if I were being honest with myself it was like breathing again. Actually with all of them in the same area as me, I had never felt more powerful. 

I landed just as Clark hovered over Wonder Woman, ready to actually hurt her. I tossed up a shield just as Batman appeared.

  “I know you.” Clark says leaving from in front of her to fly to Bruce before I could toss a shield. He had him lifted in the air by his face after kicking his ass. 

                    “You won’t let me live, you won’t let me die.”

He growls and I could feel Bruce panicking although he wouldn’t outwardly admit it. I tried to formulate a shield between the two of them. It would be the equivalent of standing between them and pushing at Clark’s chest. 

It got Clark's attention but not in the way I wanted. He tossed Batman like a rag doll, I tossed some sort of shield his way to soften the blow of the ground, but because it was so hasty I was sure I would hurt. Meanwhile I had no time to prepare myself for Clark slamming into me, then reach up and grab me by the neck. 

  “I may not be able to see you, but it won’t stop me from killing you.”

He growled in my face and I grasped at my neck, trying to pull him off of me. I could have blasted him back, I was strong enough to do that, but that would hurt him, maybe even irreparably. I couldn’t hurt this man even if I tried.

      “Clark Please Don't.”

I choked out and recognition in his eyes as The Clark we all knew returned and I could feel my visibility returning as my oxygen levels depleted.

  “CLARK!”

We both heard and his head whipped behind him. He didn’t toss me as he had done to Batman. He sat me down gently as I coughed and he ran to Lois, it was always her. It would always be her. 

It didn’t hurt any less for him to fly away with her in his arms. 

I wiped the blood from my nosebleed caused by the choking. I shifted back into full visibility as Bruce groaned from where he landed behind me.

               “Oh something is definitely bleeding.”

I don’t know why but that was hilarious to me and I started laughing even though it hurt my throat.

    “Yeah I told you Clark was gonna beat your ass on sight.”

He actually laughed with me as the team came over. The joy of laughter quickly ended as a major shift of energy happened and suddenly this horned figure appeared. Taking the cube looking thing, I shot a blast of electric type energy it it’s direction but it still managed to get away.

     “Steppenwolf has the third box.”

I dropped my head back on the grass in frustration...