[Fic] Identities (1/?)
Title: Identities
Chapter: 1/?
Fandom: Superman movieverse, Batman movieverse, and a little alternate DC thrown in for good measure
Rating: PG (for now)
Word Count: 1200
Disclaimer: All these guys belong WB and/or DC, not me.
Spoilers: Superman Returns spoilers for sure, Dark Knight eventually
Summary: This is the stroke that hit me upon seeing Dark Knight. I give you my version of the beginnings of the Trinity as it would exist within the movieverses.
Superman stepped into the deserted warehouse, scanning and x-ray scanning for movement and life. He found one, just as planned; his associate had brought no one with him. It was nice to occasionally have a meeting in which the other person actually kept their side of the bargain. Neither Superman, nor Clark Kent, were used to that.
A shadow moved out of the darkness and came to rest against a nearby crate, a shadow cast against it from the seeping moonlight through the rafters. Curious, he wanted to see who this man was, but he held the investigative reporter at bay; Clark Kent would get all the information he needed soon enough.
“Thank you for coming,” the shadow growled at him.
Superman inclined his head. “It was my pleasure. You spoke of some urgent business you felt we needed to discuss?”
“Yes.” The shadow said nothing else, and briefly Superman worried that he would not elaborate. Then the figure stood straighter and started to pace in the shadow of the crate. “I regret to admit that I need your help. My skills will not be enough to face this threat, and Gotham is not the only target. I am sure Metropolis, New York, and Washington all have to fear, too.”
Superman folded his arms and stood a bit straighter; he had slouched into Clark’s hunch. “What is this threat you are so concerned with?”
Batman finally exposed himself from the shadows, and for a moment Superman was surprised to see that the man matched his height. Actually, as he came closer, Superman could see that he was every bit as broad shouldered, similarly built in the chest, and had hands just as massively large as his own. This man was no fraud; he had worked his body into that shape, and he had to maintain it. Superman couldn’t help but be impressed.
Batman stopped about two feet in front of him and held out a book Superman hadn’t noticed before. It was a mythology book, opened to a page near the front. The Amazons. “This is our threat.”
Superman raised an eyebrow. “A myth?”
“Not myth, Superman. Fact.” He snapped the book closed. “Ruled by Hippolyta of Shakespearian fame, daughter Diana at her side. They are vicious flying warriors with year-long PMS, and American engineers accidentally stumbled upon their island.”
“Themiscyra.”
“Yes. You know your Greek mythology then? I wasn’t expecting an alien to keep up on Earth ancient history.”
Superman found it best to ignore Batman’s comment.
Instead, he cleared her throat. “What plan of action do you have?”
“None so far. My sources know the scientists that found the island were from Gotham University. Our understanding is they have-“
“When you say ‘our,’” Superman interrupted, “are these people trustworthy that you have taken into your trust?”
“Yes.” He stood like stone, his gaze even colder. After a moment, he continued. “They have decided to aim for Gotham first, as the initial target. I find it highly unlikely that they would stop at Gotham.”
“And you need airborne power.”
Batman inclined his head. “Yes, that would be preferred.”
Superman nodded once. “I’ll see what I can do. Meet me here again tomorrow, and we’ll discuss this partnership further.”
And he was off. Superman needed to do some research, and Clark Kent could do so inconspicuously.
***
Jason White was no bully, but as he looked down at his sleeve and the dried blood on it, he felt like one. He had been trembling ever since it happened at lunchtime, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to show his face at school the next day. Maybe, if he asked nicely, he could convince his parents to let him do home school, or switch schools. That sounded all right, but what if it happened again?
He closed his eyes and let the wind cover his face. He loved the top of the Daily Planet, loved just looking up and staring at the globe. He found comfort in the quiet turning of the tell-tale emblem. He was afraid to go back downstairs; when his dad had picked up him up, he looked anything less than happy. It was not something he really wanted to face, especially when it hadn’t been his fault.
The door opened and Jason jumped to his feet, immediately relaxing when he saw a man in a dark suit, wrinkled shirt, and heavy glasses. Clark Kent was never something to be worried about. Actually, most of the time he made things a lot better; he had the right charm about him.
Clark approached Jason, his hands in his pockets. “So your mom told me that you knocked a kid out today? What happened?”
Jason frowned and looked down to the street below. “We were playing touch football. I went to touch him, but he dodged me, and I ended up skidding into him. I knocked my shoulder into his face, broke his nose, and knocked him unconscious as we fell to the ground. I -- got suspended for causing a fight.”
Clark frowned and slowly moved closer to him. Jason had never understood why, but any time Clark decided to come closer, usually followed by sitting next to him, Jason felt at peace, or got an overwhelming feeling that everything would be okay.
As if on cue, Clark took a seat on the wall next to him. “Jason, it was an accident. You didn’t cause a fight, and that’s what is important, right?”
“I guess so,” he said quietly. He looked up at the older man and frowned. “Can I ask you a strange question? Not strange, exactly, but not normal?”
Clark shrugged and pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. “I think I’ll be able to handle it, sure.”
Jason blinked, watching him. Why was it Clark never stuttered in front of him, but in front of his parents or his Uncle Perry he was a mess? “Okay,” Jason started, breaking to take a deep breath. “Why do you think my parents haven’t bothered to tell me that Superman is my father?”
A breeze rippled through, sending Clark’s messy hair into a messier state. He was staring at Jason seriously, as if debating exactly how to answer that question. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. So he did know.
“So did they tell you?”
“Not -- exactly.”
“But he is my father, isn’t he? I’m not crazy?”
Clark smiled and ruffled his hair to the point that their hair matched in messiness. “You are definitely not crazy, and eventually they’ll either tell you, or something serious enough will happen that they have to tell you.”
“Do you think today was serious enough?” He looked hopeful.
Clark didn’t seem to have an answer for him. Instead, he took Jason in his arms and hugged him. Although it was usually Clark’s answer for the difficult ones, Jason never complained. Something about Clark’s hugs made the world a bit brighter.
Chapter: 1/?
Fandom: Superman movieverse, Batman movieverse, and a little alternate DC thrown in for good measure
Rating: PG (for now)
Word Count: 1200
Disclaimer: All these guys belong WB and/or DC, not me.
Spoilers: Superman Returns spoilers for sure, Dark Knight eventually
Summary: This is the stroke that hit me upon seeing Dark Knight. I give you my version of the beginnings of the Trinity as it would exist within the movieverses.
Superman stepped into the deserted warehouse, scanning and x-ray scanning for movement and life. He found one, just as planned; his associate had brought no one with him. It was nice to occasionally have a meeting in which the other person actually kept their side of the bargain. Neither Superman, nor Clark Kent, were used to that.
A shadow moved out of the darkness and came to rest against a nearby crate, a shadow cast against it from the seeping moonlight through the rafters. Curious, he wanted to see who this man was, but he held the investigative reporter at bay; Clark Kent would get all the information he needed soon enough.
“Thank you for coming,” the shadow growled at him.
Superman inclined his head. “It was my pleasure. You spoke of some urgent business you felt we needed to discuss?”
“Yes.” The shadow said nothing else, and briefly Superman worried that he would not elaborate. Then the figure stood straighter and started to pace in the shadow of the crate. “I regret to admit that I need your help. My skills will not be enough to face this threat, and Gotham is not the only target. I am sure Metropolis, New York, and Washington all have to fear, too.”
Superman folded his arms and stood a bit straighter; he had slouched into Clark’s hunch. “What is this threat you are so concerned with?”
Batman finally exposed himself from the shadows, and for a moment Superman was surprised to see that the man matched his height. Actually, as he came closer, Superman could see that he was every bit as broad shouldered, similarly built in the chest, and had hands just as massively large as his own. This man was no fraud; he had worked his body into that shape, and he had to maintain it. Superman couldn’t help but be impressed.
Batman stopped about two feet in front of him and held out a book Superman hadn’t noticed before. It was a mythology book, opened to a page near the front. The Amazons. “This is our threat.”
Superman raised an eyebrow. “A myth?”
“Not myth, Superman. Fact.” He snapped the book closed. “Ruled by Hippolyta of Shakespearian fame, daughter Diana at her side. They are vicious flying warriors with year-long PMS, and American engineers accidentally stumbled upon their island.”
“Themiscyra.”
“Yes. You know your Greek mythology then? I wasn’t expecting an alien to keep up on Earth ancient history.”
Superman found it best to ignore Batman’s comment.
Instead, he cleared her throat. “What plan of action do you have?”
“None so far. My sources know the scientists that found the island were from Gotham University. Our understanding is they have-“
“When you say ‘our,’” Superman interrupted, “are these people trustworthy that you have taken into your trust?”
“Yes.” He stood like stone, his gaze even colder. After a moment, he continued. “They have decided to aim for Gotham first, as the initial target. I find it highly unlikely that they would stop at Gotham.”
“And you need airborne power.”
Batman inclined his head. “Yes, that would be preferred.”
Superman nodded once. “I’ll see what I can do. Meet me here again tomorrow, and we’ll discuss this partnership further.”
And he was off. Superman needed to do some research, and Clark Kent could do so inconspicuously.
***
Jason White was no bully, but as he looked down at his sleeve and the dried blood on it, he felt like one. He had been trembling ever since it happened at lunchtime, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to show his face at school the next day. Maybe, if he asked nicely, he could convince his parents to let him do home school, or switch schools. That sounded all right, but what if it happened again?
He closed his eyes and let the wind cover his face. He loved the top of the Daily Planet, loved just looking up and staring at the globe. He found comfort in the quiet turning of the tell-tale emblem. He was afraid to go back downstairs; when his dad had picked up him up, he looked anything less than happy. It was not something he really wanted to face, especially when it hadn’t been his fault.
The door opened and Jason jumped to his feet, immediately relaxing when he saw a man in a dark suit, wrinkled shirt, and heavy glasses. Clark Kent was never something to be worried about. Actually, most of the time he made things a lot better; he had the right charm about him.
Clark approached Jason, his hands in his pockets. “So your mom told me that you knocked a kid out today? What happened?”
Jason frowned and looked down to the street below. “We were playing touch football. I went to touch him, but he dodged me, and I ended up skidding into him. I knocked my shoulder into his face, broke his nose, and knocked him unconscious as we fell to the ground. I -- got suspended for causing a fight.”
Clark frowned and slowly moved closer to him. Jason had never understood why, but any time Clark decided to come closer, usually followed by sitting next to him, Jason felt at peace, or got an overwhelming feeling that everything would be okay.
As if on cue, Clark took a seat on the wall next to him. “Jason, it was an accident. You didn’t cause a fight, and that’s what is important, right?”
“I guess so,” he said quietly. He looked up at the older man and frowned. “Can I ask you a strange question? Not strange, exactly, but not normal?”
Clark shrugged and pushed his glasses farther up on his nose. “I think I’ll be able to handle it, sure.”
Jason blinked, watching him. Why was it Clark never stuttered in front of him, but in front of his parents or his Uncle Perry he was a mess? “Okay,” Jason started, breaking to take a deep breath. “Why do you think my parents haven’t bothered to tell me that Superman is my father?”
A breeze rippled through, sending Clark’s messy hair into a messier state. He was staring at Jason seriously, as if debating exactly how to answer that question. “I don’t know,” he said honestly. So he did know.
“So did they tell you?”
“Not -- exactly.”
“But he is my father, isn’t he? I’m not crazy?”
Clark smiled and ruffled his hair to the point that their hair matched in messiness. “You are definitely not crazy, and eventually they’ll either tell you, or something serious enough will happen that they have to tell you.”
“Do you think today was serious enough?” He looked hopeful.
Clark didn’t seem to have an answer for him. Instead, he took Jason in his arms and hugged him. Although it was usually Clark’s answer for the difficult ones, Jason never complained. Something about Clark’s hugs made the world a bit brighter.