When Two Universes Meet (Marvel x DC Crossover)

Chapter 7: Investigation Pt. 2

Katiya snapped pictures of the Daily Planet office, spinning her head.

"Thank you for making this tour, Mr. Kent," Katiya said.

The tall muscular man with gelled black hair, cobalt blue eyes, and glasses looked back at her and grinned. "Thanks. I appreciate a young girl like you to be interested in our jobs. Normally, rich people and celebrities call us 'nosy busybodies'. And please, call me Clark."

"Okay, Clark," Katiya smiled--which was unnatural for her. Normally, she'd just frown and growl, but she was on a mission here. She's supposed to put on her actress face. "So...I read a lot of articles about Superman. He's your favorite subject?"

"Oh, yeah," Clark laughed, a bit forceful. "Ever since he appeared 10 years ago, we're writing articles about him. Readers love it. He's always the hot topic. Superheroes normally make the front page."

"But really, no one really knows who his identity is?" Katiya asked. "I mean, the whole Metropolis is probably dying to know who he is."

Clark laughed again, this time a bit nervous. "Well, we may never know." He stopped at a door. "Huh, good heavens. I was talking so much, my throat's feeling dry. You want a drink as well?"

"Sure."

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Bubbles sprouted from the machine as Clark filled two plastic cups with water.

Katiya slowly, and silently pulled out a small gel bottle, and squirted some on Clark's pants. The substance was notoriously hard to wash off fabrics, and gives her plenty of time to execute the next phase of her plan.

She pretended to wander around, and land her eyes on the stain. "Hey, Clark? You've got something on your pants."

Clark turned, and saw the mark. "Dang it. I need to do something about it first. Help yourself."

~~

Clark Kent woke up in a dark room. He didn't know where he was, but he knew his limbs were tied and restrained. He tried to break free with super strength, but he felt it.

His arms had no strength, his power sapped out from him.

That's when he noticed it. A glowing, green crystal fixed onto the cuffs and chains.

Kryptonite. His deadly weakness.

He then saw a girl standing before him. He tried to see closely, but her face was cleverly masked beneath a hood and mask.

"What do you want?" He panted, sweat beading down his forehead.

"I know you're Superman," the figure said. "Tell me the rest of the members of the Justice League's real identities."

"I won't--" Clark gritted his teeth, trying to resist the sudden urge to blurb out everything he knew.

"Don't resist it," the figure said, as if reading her thoughts. "I laced your drink with truth serum. They can be pretty effective, if you ask me."

Clark struggled, but the Kryptonite had sapped him of his strength--and his will to fight on. "What do you want?"

"The identities of the Justice League members," the figure said. 

"No--" He restrained himself, but the truth serum was powerful. In an instant, he cried out quickly, "I'm Superman, Batman is Bruce Wayne, Wonder Woman is Diana Prince, Green Arrow is Oliver Queen, the Flash is Barry Allen, and Cyborg is Victor Stone!"

When he came to his senses, his jaw opened wide in shock. "No--it's not real--you can't--"

"Thank you," the figure said, pressing a tiny button on a voice recorder. "You just did a great contribution, Clark."