SV - Fiction - Daylight Savings Time (Superhero!Lex WIP)
More Superhero!Lex, expanding on from the snippet that appeared yesterday. This part is UltraMan's first daytime rescue.
Clark/Lex, PG, some minor angst, about 600 words. Enjoy!
Look! Coded list of previous parts and artwork!
Masks (fic) - Clark wearing just the wings (manip) - Wings (fic)
Powers and Responsibility (fic) - Lex as UltraMan (manip)
Clark and Lex wrapped in the wings (manip) - Genesis of UltraMan (fic)
First Patrol (fic) - UltraMan and Superman (art) - Training Day (fic)
Daylight Savings Time
by Laura
And so they continued on in their new roles, Lex’s confidence as a superhero increasing all the time.
A few days after UltraMan’s debut, Bruce Wayne called the penthouse’s very secret, very secure and very heavily encrypted telephone line.
"Clark, when you get your powers from Lex, please come and see me.”
“Yes, sir,” Clark replied, “Bye, Bruce.”
Typical Bruce. Clark could kill him, sometimes. Just how had he worked it out? And when had he worked it out?
Oh, Clark knew the how. Out of all of them, Bruce had the best mind and the best moves. Those were his superpowers. Well, and his money.
(Lex had the best toys, though.)
All of which meant that the when was probably the Sunday morning after UltraMan’s debut. After pulling an all-nighter to go over Friday and Saturday's information at least a dozen times. Not that he was obsessive, or anything.
“I'd better tell Lex that Bruce knows. That’ll be fun,” Clark said to himself.
Clark had found that with the loss of his powers, he was becoming tired far more easily. This meant that he was already in bed when Lex eventually returned, and climbed in beside him. At 2am. Clark decided the conversation could wait until the morning. He pulled Lex close, and went back to sleep.
***
“Lex, Bruce knows. He called the penthouse last night,” Clark blurted, in the morning. He worked it out practically immediately, he didn’t say.
“Does he now? Of course he does. Well, UltraMan will just have to fly a little lower, then, so the Wayne-Swann satellites can’t pick him up anymore,” Lex stated, with only a hint of menace.
Clark gulped.
***
1pm on Wednesday, the Planet received a call to say it would be set on fire unless Superman appeared. These were fairly commonplace, unfortunately. This did however mean that everyone knew the drill. Jimmy sounded the alarm, while Perry and Lois made sure everyone got out safely.
Meanwhile, Clark changed into Superman, and then left the building himself. Yes, he was still wearing his uniform under his clothes, and no, he couldn’t explain why. Then some crazy person set the line of flammable liquid leading to the Planet on fire anyway.
“Lex! Hurry up and get over here! The Planet’s going to catch fire and I can’t put the flames out!” Clark was trying not to panic, he really was.
A second later, there was a blast of ice cold air, the flames were extinguished, and UltraMan flew into view. Clark breathed an extremely heavy sigh of relief. Lex landed like he’d been flying for years, not just over a week.
***
Jimmy had taken a picture of the two of them, which would doubtlessly be on the Planet’s website in hours, and on the front page of tomorrow’s first printed edition. Now, Perry and Lois were walking towards them. Lex was convinced Perry White, editor-in-chief of the great metropolitan newspaper was going to address him as ‘Son’, so the ‘Sir’ came as a surprise.
“Sir! Thank you, you saved our building. Who are you? What’s your name? Where did you come from?”
“My name is UltraMan. I’m a friend of Superman’s,” Lex calmly replied.
“Indeed he is, Mr White,” Clark said in the deeper voice he used as Superman.
And Lois Lane had to have the last word. “Superman, his uniform is so much hotter than yours,” she remarked, running her eyes up and down Lex.
Lois was another person Clark occasionally wanted to kill. It was just as well she was an excellent reporter, and a close friend of both Clark and Superman.
And that was UltraMan’s daylight debut.
TBC
Clark/Lex, PG, some minor angst, about 600 words. Enjoy!
Look! Coded list of previous parts and artwork!
Masks (fic) - Clark wearing just the wings (manip) - Wings (fic)
Powers and Responsibility (fic) - Lex as UltraMan (manip)
Clark and Lex wrapped in the wings (manip) - Genesis of UltraMan (fic)
First Patrol (fic) - UltraMan and Superman (art) - Training Day (fic)
Daylight Savings Time
by Laura
And so they continued on in their new roles, Lex’s confidence as a superhero increasing all the time.
A few days after UltraMan’s debut, Bruce Wayne called the penthouse’s very secret, very secure and very heavily encrypted telephone line.
"Clark, when you get your powers from Lex, please come and see me.”
“Yes, sir,” Clark replied, “Bye, Bruce.”
Typical Bruce. Clark could kill him, sometimes. Just how had he worked it out? And when had he worked it out?
Oh, Clark knew the how. Out of all of them, Bruce had the best mind and the best moves. Those were his superpowers. Well, and his money.
(Lex had the best toys, though.)
All of which meant that the when was probably the Sunday morning after UltraMan’s debut. After pulling an all-nighter to go over Friday and Saturday's information at least a dozen times. Not that he was obsessive, or anything.
“I'd better tell Lex that Bruce knows. That’ll be fun,” Clark said to himself.
Clark had found that with the loss of his powers, he was becoming tired far more easily. This meant that he was already in bed when Lex eventually returned, and climbed in beside him. At 2am. Clark decided the conversation could wait until the morning. He pulled Lex close, and went back to sleep.
***
“Lex, Bruce knows. He called the penthouse last night,” Clark blurted, in the morning. He worked it out practically immediately, he didn’t say.
“Does he now? Of course he does. Well, UltraMan will just have to fly a little lower, then, so the Wayne-Swann satellites can’t pick him up anymore,” Lex stated, with only a hint of menace.
Clark gulped.
***
1pm on Wednesday, the Planet received a call to say it would be set on fire unless Superman appeared. These were fairly commonplace, unfortunately. This did however mean that everyone knew the drill. Jimmy sounded the alarm, while Perry and Lois made sure everyone got out safely.
Meanwhile, Clark changed into Superman, and then left the building himself. Yes, he was still wearing his uniform under his clothes, and no, he couldn’t explain why. Then some crazy person set the line of flammable liquid leading to the Planet on fire anyway.
“Lex! Hurry up and get over here! The Planet’s going to catch fire and I can’t put the flames out!” Clark was trying not to panic, he really was.
A second later, there was a blast of ice cold air, the flames were extinguished, and UltraMan flew into view. Clark breathed an extremely heavy sigh of relief. Lex landed like he’d been flying for years, not just over a week.
***
Jimmy had taken a picture of the two of them, which would doubtlessly be on the Planet’s website in hours, and on the front page of tomorrow’s first printed edition. Now, Perry and Lois were walking towards them. Lex was convinced Perry White, editor-in-chief of the great metropolitan newspaper was going to address him as ‘Son’, so the ‘Sir’ came as a surprise.
“Sir! Thank you, you saved our building. Who are you? What’s your name? Where did you come from?”
“My name is UltraMan. I’m a friend of Superman’s,” Lex calmly replied.
“Indeed he is, Mr White,” Clark said in the deeper voice he used as Superman.
And Lois Lane had to have the last word. “Superman, his uniform is so much hotter than yours,” she remarked, running her eyes up and down Lex.
Lois was another person Clark occasionally wanted to kill. It was just as well she was an excellent reporter, and a close friend of both Clark and Superman.
And that was UltraMan’s daylight debut.
TBC