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Superman Fan Fiction: Part 1 of 2

I’d like to preface this with a few words. As I’ve said in previous posts, it’s been many years since I’ve read any comic books, so I have no idea what is now happening in the DC Universe. This story is in no way tied to any other Superman or DC story. This is just my attempt at writing a fun Superman story. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it.

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“I know that you’re behind it, Luthor,” he said in an accusing tone.

The bald man looked at him curiously, as if weighing what he was about to say. After a few seconds, he spoke. “I could lie and take credit for whatever it is that’s troubling you, Superman. I’d love to be the one who gets you this angry, but, for once, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Superman had been dealing with Lex Luthor long enough that he could usually tell when Lex was lying to him. This time, either Lex was getting better at acting, or he was telling the truth. He had to be sure, however, so he went at the man again.

“Don’t try to pull that on me. I know that the machinery that attacked me came from a subsidiary of Lexcorp called…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Luthor’s secretary buzzing in on the intercom. “Your 3:30 appointment is here, Mr. Luthor. Should I send him in?”

Lex clicked the button to talk back to her. “Please do.” After releasing the button, he turned back to Superman and said, “My company has many subsidiaries. I can’t personally oversee them all. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have actual business to attend to.”

Superman wanted to stay and question him more, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that Lex was actually telling him the truth this time. He left Lex’s office and flew to the top of a nearby building. Using his super-hearing, he listened in on the beginning of Luthor’s conversation. It was just normal business talk. Trying to get Lex off of his mind, he tried to piece together what had happened last night, but it was still all fuzzy to him.

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He had been flying home last night when he heard a woman cry out for help. Seeing that she was being chased by a man. Something about the man seemed off, but now he couldn’t remember what it was. Using his x-ray vision, he saw that it wasn’t a man that was chasing the woman. It was a robot. Superman swooped down, grabbed the robot, and dragged it into a nearby alley. He raised his fist and prepared to punch, but first he decided to see if the robot was intelligent.

“Why were you chasing that woman,” he asked.

Instead of an answer from the robot, he heard someone else say, “Now!” Suddenly there was a loud screeching sound inside his head. It was so painful that he dropped to his knees and put his hands over his ears, but it didn’t help. Through the pain, heard a deep voice say, “Superman, you are under my command. You want to do what I say. Stand up!”

Superman felt no urge to do as the voice commanded. All he felt was pain. That’s when he heard a second voice. This one was small in comparison to the original, as if it was in the background. The new voice was barely audible over the screeching noise and it seemed to be speaking in gibberish, as he couldn’t understand what it was saying. It appeared that the person responsible for the second voice was speaking to the deep-voiced person, because as soon as the gibberish stopped, the deep voice answered.

The deep voice said something about how Superman’s Kryptonian heritage was somehow interfering with their machine’s ability to control him. Then, there was another stream of gibberish. Apparently becoming angry, the deep voice threatened to break the other one’s finger. At this point, Superman didn’t care about their technical difficulties or their bickering. All he cared about was getting the screeching noise out of his head. Hoping that the robot was still standing where it was when this started, he cocked his fist back and punched with all the strength that he had left.

He connected with a solid blow and the noise stopped. The next thing he remembered, he was laying in the alley beside the broken remnants of the robot. Whoever had done this to him was long gone. Superman grabbed as many of the intact pieces of the robot as he could carry and flew them up to his friend in Gotham City. That was where he had learned of the robot’s connection to Lexcorp.

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Now, it seemed to him that the connection was a dead end. Superman went back to listening in on Lex’s conversation, but it still sounded like any other business meeting. Of course, Luthor was smart enough to know that he might be listening in and was waiting for him to leave before talking about the failed plan. He decided to stick with his gut feeling that Lex was being honest this time and was just about to leave when he heard Lex’s secretary burst into the room.

“Mr. Luthor, turn on the TV. Godzilla is attacking the southern part of Metropolis!”

“I’m not in the mood for any jokes,” he replied in irritation.

“I’m not joking, Mr. Luthor,” she said as she hit the power button on the remote control.

Superman flew out to where he could get a look at Lex’s television, thinking, like Lex, that his secretary must be either joking or mistaken. She wasn’t. On the screen was live footage of Godzilla attacking his city. He might have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation if people’s lives weren’t in danger. The Man of Steel was not about to let those people get hurt, so he flew as fast as he could to pick a fight with Godzilla.

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I'm Revis Edgewater, the world's only zombie killing rogue ninja. I'm also the First Knight of the Matticus Kingdom. I write stuph that's 33 grams of whatever I'm writing about.

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