DCXU: Superman-Taking Flight

Birthright Ch.3

"What the hell happened, Clyde?!"

*Yelled Ronnie-Anne as Clyde dragged the unconscious and very naked Lincoln through Ronnie's back door. Panicked, he dumped the body onto her couch before throwing a blanket over Lincoln's body. He wiped the sweat from his brow before looking over at the frightened Ronnie-Anne's face. Taking a deep breath, Clyde told her what happened. At first, she didn't believe him and thought that he was crazy. There was no way that Lincoln flew into the sky and crashed in the forest. I mean, if Lincoln was going to tell anyone, why not her?*

"How long has he been like this?!"

"Well. Since Lincoln tried flying to the moon."

MINUTES EARLIER

*As Lincoln soared into the sky, a grin on his face, he looked at his friend below, who shrunk as he accelerated faster into the atmosphere. Lincoln soon heard a loud boom as he closed in on the moon. However, once he escaped the atmosphere, pain riddled his entire body. Once he left the atmosphere, his ears popped from the sudden pressure drop. His clothes became engulfed in flames as he suddenly fell out of the sky. Lincoln crashed onto the forest floor with a mighty thud with his clothes burnt and body now catatonic. Clyde quickly rushes to his now unconscious best friend's side and holds his ear against the kid's chest.*

"Come on, Lincoln. Come on, Linc. Please. Please. PLEASE, Don't be dead!"

Thump-thump.

*Clyde releasing a loud sigh of relief as he holds him up and begins to dial someone with his one free hand.*

BACK TO NOW

"Wait. LINCOLN FLEW TO THE MOON?!"

"Okay, he tried to fly to the moon — emphasis on try. Next thing I know, he comes crashing back down onto the planet with a loud boom, and he's unconscious."

"Well, what the hell am I going to do about this?! I'm not a nurse like my mom, and whatever the hell happened, I sure can't fix it?"

"I'm sorry, okay?! I panicked, and you were the only one I could think about calling. Now, please help me out and think up a way to help Lincoln?!"

*Ronnie-Anne was not only confused but also terrified, as any kid her age would be. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she cared for the snow-haired boy lying on her couch. Thus, she knew she knew that there was only one option if they wanted him to be okay.*

THE LOUD HOUSE

*Meanwhile, at the Loud House, with their parents still talking to themselves in the garage, the eldest Lori began to make a headcount to ensure that all of their pets were present and accounted for.*

"Geo?"

"Squeak!"

"Charles?"

"Bark!"

"Walt?"

"Chirp-Chirp!"

"El Diablo?"

"Hiss."

"Fangs?"

"Screech!"

"Bitey?"

"Squeak!"

"Izzy?"

"hssss."

"And... Hops?"

"Ribbit!"