The Chronicles of The Trinity on Earth-10: Part One - Superman

Chapter Six: Meeting Selina And Steve, Part One

Clark Kent's Apartment | Metropolis, New York
Saturday, June 2, 2018 | 22:52 EDT

After we get debriefed back at the Watchtower, and I called Lois to let her know everything turned out nominally, I took a beeline to my apartment, where I am currently trying to take a very long, very scalding hot shower before I get to bed. But as I get really into it, I hear someone knock on my door rather frantically, and I use my x-rays to see that Lois is outside, scared.

So I turn my shower off, heat-dry myself, turn off all my lights, rush into my uniform and to the door, yank it open and Lois inside, and scan the area to find a shadowy figure chasing her. When the guy gets kind of close, I open the door and zap his right thigh and the side of his left calf with my heat vision. When I see the guy fall and cry out in pain, clutching both his legs, a black van comes, seemingly out of nowhere and snatches the guy, never stopping, once.

After whoever it is chasing Lois is gone, I turn my lights back on and stand before my fiancé with my arms crossed and a very displeased expression etching my features, as if to demand, "What did you do, this time?!"

"Well... 'least it wasn't my fault... this time," she says, reading my face like a quote from one of our articles.

"What... did you... do?" I demand at a low volume.

"I told you, it wasn't my fault," she says.

"Lois..."

"What do you want from me?!"

"People don't just chase you for no reason, Lois."

"Fine, fine. I saw something that I shouldn't have seen."

"What was it?"

"I saw Willie Molina get killed, execution-style, by Vince Moretti of the Moretti Crime Syndicate, and Moretti saw me see him do what he did."

"Oh, for Christ's sake." I pinch the bridge of my nose with my right hand and put my left hand on my hip. "And just how were you able to witness this murder, pray tell?"

"I... was k-kinda... s-somewhere... I shouldn't have been..." she replies meekly.

"No, you think?!" I say, exasperatedly.

"Well what did you expect me to do?! Just not get the story?!"

"No, Lois. I expected you to use your head! You know that there are too many people who want us dead and--"

I hear a faint beeping sound coming from Lois' back, and I turn her around, peer under the hood of the jacket she's wearing, and see a tiny tracking device, about four millimeters by five millimeters by two millimeters. I then put on a disposable glove, take the device off of her, and disable the tracer with my heat vision, but I leave the homing beacon on. Then, I put the device in one of the plastic evidence bags from a really expensive portable crime kit Bruce gave me for my last birthday. Never have I been so glad for a birthday present more than this moment. And speaking of Bruce, I'll definitely be taking this thing to his crime lab for further analysis.

Then I sigh, hold up the device for her to see, and say, "Lois, they've, in all probability, tracked you here with this tracer. I've disabled it, but there may still be people headed here intent on ending you and probably me, too."

"So what are we going to do, Clark?"

"We aren't gonna do anything. You are gonna hide in my uniform closet and let me handle these people, if and when they do come."

"I am not just gonna hide out like some damsel in distress, Clark. I can help you fight these guys! You saw my fight with Lucy."

"According to your father, Lucy was a cakewalk for you. These people that put the tracker on you, who you lead here in the first damn place, are trained, professional assassins. You may be a skilled martial artist, but these people will be coming here with machine guns and semiautomatics. I know that you're going to be a member of the House of El, soon, but bullets won't bounce off you. And I'm not riskin' you gettin' shot. You hide in my uniform closet."