Justice For All

Prologue

Metropolis
5:30 P.M
2008

The Luthorcorp Subsidiary Lab was a relatively small building. It technically wasn't even a lab, just a storage center where Luther tossed his trash. However, today, the place would mark the birth of something remarkable.

"Dr. Torres, we can not go on with doing this, people are dying."

"Mr. Steve, how many times do I have to tell you to stop telling me what to do."

"Not enough, sir."

Dr. Leon Torres is often known as the laughing stock of the LuthorCorp R&D Department. He was considered very radical and his experiments always failed miserably. Despite, that he worked diligently to complete his somewhat ludicrous goals. However, after many failures, Luther couldn't continue to take these financial losses Torres caused, but instead of firing him, Luther made him in charge of his subsidiary building in downtown Metropolis.

While many would feel disappointed and angry for getting such a low position. Torres was ecstatic about the incident. He could finally work on his projects without the eye of Luther upon him at all times. His most recent project, however, came from his worst fears.

"Mr. Steve, I am doing humanity a great service. If that means people must die to achieve that goal, then so be it," Torres harshly said. The man turned away and entered the lab.

His test awaited.

Steve followed his boss in silence dearly hoping the man never achieved his sick goal, whatever that may be. That's when his eyes widened in shock.

The lab room contained numerous machines Torres "borrowed" from his colleagues that all connected to a pod in the center of the room. Every day, some unlucky person would be in that pod for the next experiment. Today, however, it was someone very familiar to Steve.

"T-That's my son."

In the pod was his unconscious 19-year-old son who was a college student at Metropolis Technical Institute. Yet, here he was strapped down in a pod created by this madman.

"Yes, I can see that," Torres responded in a nonchalant way.

"THAT'S MY SON!!" Steve exclaimed.

"I know! Didn't you hear me the first time."

"WHAT IS MY SON DOING HERE!"

"I finally figured out the problem with the test. Every subject died, not because the synthesization process was wrong but the subject was wrong. Fortunately, your son was a prime target for me and easy pickings," the man smiled.

"WHAT IF HE DIES!"

"Your son will have died doing a great service to huma-" Torres was interrupted with a punch to the face causing him to stumble back in pain.

As he clutched his face he turned toward Steve whose fist was still raised.

"Get my son out of there," he demanded.

"I swear I told you to stop telling me what to do." Torres scolded.

Steve lunged forward and Torres, this time more prepared, easily dodged. Torres seeing his opportunity slammed his fist into the back of Steve's head forcing him to the ground. The scientist sighed at the man and kneeled down to him.

"Mr. Steve, it seems you have forgotten your place and our mission. I guess you need a reminder so you can stop bothering me with your annoying remarks and questions."