My Superman

Batman

My alarm sounded at 6, giving me enough time to shower and dress before Clark would come to pick me up. I turned on the hot water and climbed in.

Once I had finished, I threw my hair into a ponytail, and pulled on a pair of jeans, brown boots with heels, a white dress shirt and black vest. Clark knocked on my door at 6:45, and we left in his shiny silver Volvo.

We reached Gotham right at 7, because being late would anger Bruce or the Bat, and that would be a death sentence. As we drove up the long windy driveway, we approached a large rundown mansion. It was incredible: the large marble frame was chipped, the front door was gone, and the gras needed cutting. Parked in front was the familiar black Impala from last nights party. We parked behind it, and entered the mansion.

"Welcome," Bruce said from the stone fireplace. 

Above him hung a family portrait of a woman and a man, with a small boy. The picture was dusted and partly torn, the frame partially breaking at one corner. There was no other furniture to be seen. The house was completely empty apart from the large staircase leading to the rest of the house. Everything was made from stone, and looked almost ancient, like it had been around for hundreds of years. I had already thought they were wealthy, but had no idea they had the money to pay for everything here. I could see no one else within the house, and it wasn't really in good living conditions. Even still, the entire place was absolutely beautiful. At the entrance of every room, was a floor tile that read 'Wayne Manor.' I assumed this had been his original family home. I glanced back at the picture, memorizing every detail of his parents' faces. They looked so happy. I began to wonder what had happened.

"This place is incredible." I said, still in awe.

"Thank you miss Lane. It was my parents." A sad smile played on his lips as he turned to face us. "They passed away when I was young."

"I'm sorry," Clark said, knowing how it felt to lose parents.

"Alright, let's get down to business. All you need to know, is that he's a big criminal here in Gotham. Anyone you asked would say he's crazy. That's really all I know. The Bat can tell you more."

"We're meeting the Bat?" Clark said, unsure.

"The Bat? As in Batman?" I questioned.

"Yes. He may show up while you are in the city. Like I said, he knows more than I do."

Clark inhaled deeply, hesitant to say anything about his Superman Batman conflict.

We headed to the center of the city. Gotham was much different then Metropolis; darker buildings, much more alleys, but less people on the streets. It felt weird riding in such a bright car through such a dark city. Bruce led us to a small warehouse that appeared to be abandoned. We parked in an alley just next to the building. Slowly and unsurely Clark and I got out of the car. Bruce led us inside, and then left to get the Bat.

Clark was tense, obviously dreading a confrontation with Batman. They aren't exactly enemies, but every superhero has a conflict with another. He turned to look at me, his face relaxing a bit. 

"Lois, you are  stunningly beautiful. Did I ever tell you that?" He asked me, smiling. Technically Clark and I weren't official, but the 5 months we spent going on dates absolutely meant something. 

I smiled at him, as we faced each other. Slowly, his face moved closer to mine, until I could feel his breath lingering on my lips. He paused, waiting for any sign of resistance, before crushing his lips onto mine. I slid my hand along the base of his neck, lightly grabbing his hair. I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me into his chest. I kissed him back, desperately, making up for every moment I had ever felt the urge to kiss him. 

"Ahem." Came a deep, rough voice from behind us. We broke apart, turning to see who it was. 

The man wore a thick grey body suit, which showed parts of muscle through the thin fabric. He had a yellow utility belt strapped around his waist, and a thick black cape that hung from his shoulders and onto the ground. His face was mostly covered: his eyes shown through two holes cut in his mask, and his cleft chin hung from beneath the disguise. 

"Sorry," I said awkwardly, looking at my feet. 

"I hate to interrupt, but we have to get working." He continued roughly, turning on his heels and walking out of the abandoned building. "This man is very dangerous. He is also very smart, and can get himself in and out of every situation. Don't trust a single thing he says, but pay attention to what he says. Take him both physically and literally. He uses hundreds of different weapons ranging from a hunting knife or poison, to a bomb. " 

"How do we defeat him?" 

"Well, there's two ways. One, you can try to outsmart him. I would not recommend attempting that, because, like i said, he can get into or out of any situation. Two, kill him before he kills you. If I were you, I'd go with option two. One thing I have to suggest, is please make sure everyone around you is safe. I'm not in the mood to clean up after you two." He answered, making sure not to forget anything.

"Can do. What does he look like?" Clark questioned, before letting Batman continue.

"His face is a pale white. His mouth is practically painted on bright red. He's got green hair, and is usually wearing a florescent purple suit. But, he may be disguised as someone else. Once, he dressed as a hospital nurse." His facial expression twisted, as he shuddered from the image. 

"What's his name?" I asked.

"The Joker."