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CHAPTER 1: SUPERMAN

It seemed like any other typical late afternoon in Metropolis. From cars moving along in light traffic, to people moving along the streets, many of whom heading home after a long day at work. A one person was eager to head back to his home after a trying day, but he was not among the thousands of people in the streets, but rather high above them in the sky. He was a white, black haired, athletically built man in his early thirties, wearing a skin tight blue jumpsuit with red boots, belt, cape and a red and yellow diamond shaped emblem on his chest with an 'S' in the center. Though his real name was Kal-El from the long dead world of Krypton, he was known by his friends and adopted family as Clark Kent, and to the rest of the world, he was known as Superman!

He had just finished in dealing with an earthquake in Bosnia, which thankfully was only a four point zero, a level that Clark deemed easy to handle. While soaring through the skies, Clark could hear the cheering of the citizens below, both adults and children and couldn't help but smile just a little. Though the reason for choosing the life of a hero was never about recognition, he had to admit, he did enjoy being the champion of the people of not just Metropolis, but the entire world. Being the person that they can always look up to and depend on when they need help. And more importantly, he cherished being loved by one woman, one that he viewed as the most beautiful and wisest woman on Earth.

That woman being Lois Lane, a stubborn, opinionated, but fair and honest reporter of the paper they both worked for, the Daily Bugle. Though Clark met her in the guise of a glasses wearing, mild manner fellow reporter, it was only when he, as Superman, gave her an exclusive interview and soon began to fell for her. After which, they've dated for many months, until the fateful day came when he revealed his secret to her, and before long, took her as his bride. Clark cherished every minute he was with her, and it was after dealing with the earthquake in Bosnia that he was flying home faster than normal. For just as they got off work, which at the same time, the earthquake had occurred, Lois made her promise to deal with it quickly and come home…because she had something important to tell him. And it was at this moment that Clark was finally just a few feet away from their apartment building's rooftop, and he was happy that he would be able to keep his promise to his wife after all.

With great speed, Clark flew over and landed on the roof, and after looking around and using his hearing to see that no one was around, he walked over to roof door, opened it and entered the stairway. Then, using his incredible speed, he literally zipped down the stairs, while at the same time, pulling out a special golden box which was 'gift' created by his friends Ray Palmer and Barry Allen. He pressed the button, which caused a set of clothes, which was a business suit, black dress shoes and a pair of glasses, to grow and fly out. For Clark, he caught the clothes and effortlessly put them on over his costume, and by the time he reached the door leading to his and Lois floor, he was already dressed as Clark Kent, the now off duty reporter of the Daily Bugle. As he opened the door and enter the hallway, he spotted two more neighbors walking by, and soon changed to a hunched posture and gave his neighbors a friendly but meek wave as he walked right past them. Clark was always careful about maintaining his secret identity; in his day to day life he used different body language, mannerisms, and tone of voice. All of that combine help maintain the illusion that he and Superman were two different people. He even managed to fool Lois, though she seemed to figure that something was different about him. Clark was glad that his identity was mostly hidden, save for a few close personal friends and family. As he approached his front door, he couldn't help but be grateful to Bruce who helped maintain his alter ego whenever 'Superman' entered and left this apartment building. After all, this building owned by Wayne Industries, and Bruce himself could alter satellite feeds and surveillance footage to help keep his secret. Clark appreciated how Bruce would go the extra mile for him, especially when he was often busy with his 'night life' as Gotham City's Dark Knight, Batman. So much so, that Bruce rarely made any public appearances in Justice League meetings, and had to settle to just being a part-timer.

Finally, Clark opened the front door and entered the apartment, finally relaxing after long day working both jobs as a reporter and city's champion. "Lois, I'm back," Clark said closing the door behind him. He didn't see her in the living room where he left her, using a little super hearing, he heard the familiar sound of typing coming from their shared office. While the couple did in fact share the office, in reality it was more Lois's than his. He had his very own Fortress of Solitude to go to write down his various reports and novels. She on the other hand preferred her little writing room, full of old books and stories from past adventures.

"I'm in here, Clark," responded the attractive, brown hair Lois Lane from her work computer. She was recently asked to write a short story for a beloved fantasy film called 'Swords & Sorcerers' that was celebrating its thirty fifth anniversary. She was writing for free, as the proceeds were being donated for a children's charity. "And before you say anything, Smallville, I have spell check on."

As Clark walked into the office, he smiled at his wife's snappy comment. "Lois, I would never make fun of your spelling." He joked.

Lois gave her husband a raised eyebrow as she got up from her chair. "Right," she said coyly as she got up for her chair, walked over and kissed him on the cheek, as well as wrap her arms around his neck. "Anyway, since you're now here, I can give you some good news."

"Really, anything from the publisher?" Clark asked his wife curiously.

"No, not about my book," Lois sighed as she took his hand into hers. "I know that we have been working on having children for a while. With us being from two different species, I almost had given us hope But…"

"But?" asked Clark, looking puzzled and allowed his eyes to grow wide as he suspected what Lois was going to reveal next.

"I came back from the doctor today," Lois told her husband, then placed his hand on her belly as she told him what they wanted to hear for the longest time. "I'm one month pregnant!" With the revelation, Lois looked up at the now happy husband with tears in her eyes.

For the ecstatic Clark, he could do nothing but grab Lois's head from behind, his fingers interlaced in her brown hair and gently guided Lois's head until her lips to meet his own. Sadly though, Clark is forced to cut the kiss short and pull away as he was alerted by faint sounds via his super hearing. Namely the sounds of explosions and screams of panic.

Lois noticed her husband's worried expression, and though she knew someone might need Clark's help, she still looked a bit annoyed. "Let me guess, duty calls?"

"Afraid so," Clark replied somewhat reluctantly while still looking in the direction of where he heard the chaotic sounds. "And it sounds like the trouble is in…Suicide Slum!" At that moment, Clark gently pulled away from his embrace, all so he can have the room need to spin around in great speed, and moments later, he stopped, fully clothed in his Superman costume.

For Lois herself, it was a sight that she would never get tired of seeing, and thus couldn't help but smile at him, then walked over and gave him a good luck kiss on the cheek. "Well, whatever's causing trouble over there, Kent, get it done quick so we can continue celebrating."

"Don't worry," replied Clark as he gently touched Lois's cheek and give her a small smile. "I won't be long," With that said, Clark ran out of the office and towards the double doors leading to the balcony outside. Once he opened them, Clark ran out, then leapt up and flew into the air and straight towards Suicide Slum to help the people in need.

Lois walked over to the balcony what watched her husband fly off, all the while, holding her right hand over stomach, where her unborn child was resting. "You better, Smallville," she said quietly. "Because now, we're having a kid that needs a father."

Meanwhile, over in Suicide Slums, the part of Metropolis that was already plagued with street crime, it was sheer pandemonium as people ran away in terror from a large, bulky man with long red hair and wearing a black jumpsuit with yellow bracelets, boots, belt and a chest plate. Though he was born Baran Flinders, he was known by his fellow metahumans, be it hero or villain, as Mammoth. And he showed the fear filled residents of Suicide Slum why he had such a name by using his inhuman strength to smash and destroy anything in his path. For Mammoth himself, the reason for this rampage had two purposes. One, to let out some anger after being kicked out of his team, the Frightful Five. And two, since he knew that he was being watched by either people with iPhones or News fans or choppers, he could let his now former teammates see what they've been missing, as well attract the attention of Superman and beat him into a pulp, which would only further prove his team's mistake in 'kicking him out of the band.' As such, he continued his path of destruction by smashing his fists into the hood of a nearby Buick, with so much force, the wheels popped out of their hinges. Afterwards, he picks the now destroy vehicle up of the pavement and over his head, then threw it into the air like a javelin.

To make things worse, the airborne destroyed car was heading towards a scared black woman who was holding her five-year-old son and began running off in terror. Sadly, as fast as she ran, the woman couldn't out run the car while it was coming in at such speed, and she and her son would have been crushed to death…

…if Clark hadn't quickly flown in and grabbed the wrecked car by the front, successfully catching it before it could squash the woman and her child.

At first, the woman seemed a bit confused, feeling certain that both she and her son would've been crushed by now. But as she turned around and looked up to see Clark hovering over her and holding the car like an empty cardboard box, she was astonished at his display of strength, as well as grateful for him saving her and her child's lives. "Superman! Thank the lord!"

As for the woman's son, he looked up at Clark with wide eyed amazement. "Cool!"

Clark heard the boy's words, and thus looked over his shoulder and down at the two people he saved with a small smile. "Thanks," he told the boy, then changed his expression to a more concerned one. "But I'm afraid it's not going to get any safer around here. Go!"

The mother did not need to be told this a second time, and with her child in her arms, shave Clark a quick nod and ran away from the danger.

As Clark looked from the sky to see the woman leave the scene with her son, he is once again alerted by his hearing, namely that he heard the sound of a loud, deep roar coming his way. He looked forward and saw Mammoth had leaped into the air and was now heading straight towards him. Even though the car was already totaled, Clark still hated to resort to this, knowing that this was someone else's car and it would only upset them by adding more damage. Nevertheless, Clark knew he had no choice, and with the car still in hand, as well as hoping the driver was insured, he spun around and swung the car like a baseball bat, hitting Mammoth hard and sending him down hard to the left side and crashing down on a nearby roof.

Even after taking such a hard landing, Mammoth shook his head to regain focus, then stood back up on his feet to see Clark back on the ground and gently putting what was left of the vehicle back down on the street. Afterwards, the brutish villain saw Clark levitate up high into the air, and once the hero was up high and turn around and look down upon him, Mammoth smiled big and wide as he now had Clark's attention. "Well, well, look who's finally here!" said the grinning Mammoth. "I was starting to think that you were never going to show up and that I was trashing this place for nothing!"

Clark looked down at Mammoth with an angry glare, not liking how the long haired brute could be so callous on how he knowingly put the residents of Suicide Slum in jeopardy just to get him to come here. "Hurting innocent people is not a good way to get my attention, Mammoth!"

Mammoth was pleased to hear Clark call him by his codename, or as he now viewed it, his real name. "Wow, the great Man of Steel knows my name!" said Mammoth, smile still present as he knew that this would give him street cred with his fellow villains, as well as make him a legend once he pounded Clark into a paste. "I'm flattered."

Clark, still not amused by Mammoth's bravado, crossed his arms as he answered this monster of a man. "I'm aware of you, yes," he said truthfully. "Thanks to Nightwing and the rest of the Titans. But from what I've heard, you're supposed to be part of a group called the Fearsome Five. So, tell me, where are your friends?"

"Those jackasses," Mammoth said with a sneer. "They couldn't handle my raw power!"

"In other words, they kicked you at of the club," Clark said matter of factually.

Upon hearing Clark ask that question, as well as guess correctly, Mammoth felt nothing but pure rage take over. "That's it" Mammoth screamed at the top of his lung. "I am going to kick your ass!" With his intentions now known, Mammoth once again leapt towards the hovering Clark.

As for Clark himself, he took the initiative and flying down with his arms open, then caught Mammoth by wrapping his arms around his mid-section and pulled him up into the sky, hoping he could get him out of the heavily populated Metropolis itself. However, Clark's plan to get Mammoth out of the city as proven to be difficult, as the villain himself began to repeatedly ram the back of his elbow into Clark's back and neck, which was enough to make Clark coming crashing down on a nearby roof and land right on top of Mammoth.

Now that both he and Clark were out of the air, Mammoth used his left hand to grab Clark's hair picked him up off his body, all so he can have enough room to pull his huge legs back and kick Clark in his chest with enough force to send him flying and crashing spine first into the building's air conditioning box.

As Clark shook of the effects of the villain's last attack, it was this moment that reminded him of all the various fights over the years on how they caused massive property damage, as well as endangered the city's inhabitants. And more importantly, they gave Luthor all the ammunition he needed to try and fuel his anti-Superman campaign and try to get the people against him. All in which made Clark not want to prolong this fight, and was determined more than ever to get Mammoth off this roof and somewhere he can take him out without any innocent bystanders to get in the way. And so, with his head now cleared, Clark looked straight ahead to see Mammoth charging towards him, then stood up off the destroyed AC unit and ran towards the brute himself, who by this time pulled his left fist back and threw a left hook. Luckily for Clark, he easily spotted this attack, and thus avoided it by expertly ducking underneath the punch, then passing by underneath the giant's left side and popped up behind him, facing his back.

As for Mammoth, he looked over his shoulder to see Clark standing behind him, and pressed on in his attack by throwing a right back fist.

Clark merely took a step back to avoid the back fist, and upon remembering the blows he took earlier, he knew that Mammoth was strong, but was nowhere near as strong as such villains as Doomsday and Darkseid. Thus, for Mammoth's sake, he chose not to use his full strength to stop him from destroy more of the city and endangering any more people.

Mammoth, who was now frustrated on how his punches were missing Clark, threw a left hook to which Clark ducked and avoided easily. As he watched his red capped opponent pop right back up, Mammoth viciously threw a right upper cut, only for Clark to casually step to the left to avoid it.

While Clark could see that Mammoth was more agile than he appeared, he saw that the muscular thug lacked any sort of developed skill in hand to hand combat, instead simply relied heavily on brute strength. All in which wasn't going to cut it today.

After missing Clark, Mammoth let out a loud roar of frustration, then turned to the left side to see Clark just standing there waiting and used his right leg to let out a rage fueled front kick, aiming for the 'S' symbol on Clark's chest.

Fortunately for Clark, he easily spotted this attack coming and reacted by using both hands to catch Mammoth's foot, stopping the kick and keeping a firm enough grip to keep the brute from pulling his leg back. With just a small amount of his strength, roughly forty-five percent of it, Clark flung Mammoth into the air and out into the far reaches of the city a full speed. Afterwards, Clark leapt up into the air and gave chase, and thanks to his microscopic vision, he saw that the airborne Mammoth was disoriented by being thrown as such force, whereas for Clark, it was as natural as breathing air. Finally, as Clark followed Mammoth closely, he was pleased to see that he was going right where he wanted him: A forest area just outside the city.

As for Mammoth himself, he plowed through three trees and ended up landing and splashing chest first into a river like a cannonball and causing water to fly up like a geyser. After a few moments, Mammoth stood up out of the water in a daze and with a fish in his mouth. After shaking his head, the now soaked Mammoth looked straight ahead that caused all the anger to return.

It was Clark, who by now was lowering down hovered just inches from the ground and just a few feet away from the river and from the now seething Mammoth. "Well then," said Clark as he crossed his arms. "I trust your feeling refreshed.

Mammoth angrily spit the fist out of his mouth, then through the corner of his eye, noticed a large rock resting in the water. As such, he ran to it, then grabbed it with both hands, and with great strength, he lifted it out of the water and over his head. "You…" said the now livid Mammoth as he turned and faced the hovering 'Boy Scout'. "You're not going to make a damn fool out of me!" With fury, Mammoth threw the rock like a beach ball straight towards Clark himself.

As Clark watched the rock flying towards him, he is reminded of the story Bruce told him about Killer Croc, a villain from his rogues gallery, tried to kill him with that object that Mammoth hurled at him. And as Clark merely tilted his head to right and allowed the rock to barely pass by him, he understood how Clark must've felt. "You know Mammoth," Clark called out. "I never understood why guys like you constantly want to fight me."

Mammoth growled angrily as he walked out of the lake. "Because if some grey skinned alien with spikes all over his body can bring down the great Man of Steel, then there's hope for big guys like me that HATE boy scouts like you!" With that declaration, Mammoth ran towards Clark with fury.

However, Clark just hovered there and waited for the charging villain to come to him. And once Mammoth was close enough, Clark watched him as he threw a left hook and simply held up his left hand and easily caught the fist. "Well, sorry to disappoint you," said Clark as he made his right hand into a fist and pulled it back. "But you are no Doomsday!" With that said, Clark fought back by throwing a right upper cut, using only thirty percent of his strength and nailing Mammoth right in the jaw. Even though he put little effort into the punch, Clark was still able to send Mammoth just fifteen feet up into the air.

Suddenly, it was at this exact moment that another surprise presented itself. Namely that what appeared to be a purple and gold blur came flying down from the sky and struck Mammoth in his abdomen, which resulted in the two of them to crash into the ground and create a large dust cloud.

Clark was understandably surprised and confused by this, and thus used his X-Ray vision to see through the dust to find out what it was that came down and brought Mammoth back down to Earth. And, much to Clark's shock, it wasn't a what, but rather who.

Namely that it was a bulky humanoid man with what appeared to be a metallic body, with his legs and arms painted gold and his head and upper body dark purple. In another life, he was once Sergeant Clifford Zmeck, but thanks to an experiment he under took in the Vietnam War, he became a being of pure energy that had to be contained in a purple and gold shell that formed his humanoid appearance. Since then, he has since been known by many heroes as the powerful and psychotic killer named Major Force.

Naturally, Clark was shocked by this revelation, for last he heard, the psychopath was supped to be dead. Killed in a battle against the Green Lantern, Kyle Rayner. "Major Force!" Clark called out in disbelief.

As for Major Force himself, he heard the baffled Clark call his name, and upon turning to face him, gave him a smirk. "Well, well, Mr. Man of Steel," he said as he stepped off the unconscious Mammoth and walked towards Clark, who by now looked defensive. Once Major Force stopped walking and was now face to face with Clark himself, he pointed his right thumb over his shoulder and towards the now slumbering Mammoth behind him. "Kind of rude of you to hog all the fun in dealing with this meathead, don't you think?"

"Only you would consider hurting others fun," replied a scowling Clark, not taking kindly to how the metallic skinned being just callously rammed Mammoth into the ground, and thanks to his super hearing, he could hear the unconscious brute breathing normally, which meant that Major Force didn't break his ribs, something that wasn't short of a miracle. "But more importantly, how are you alive? We all thought you were dead."

Major Force responded by letting out a chuckle. "Sorry Big Blue, but that's classified."

For Clark, he found this answer insulting, and was just about to ask the villain again, but this time with a more forceful approach. However, before he could get one word out, Clark is stopped when he heard the sounds of jet engines and spinning helicopter blades. Moments later, he looked up and saw that the sources of the sounds were three military choppers and a large, metallic hovercraft that looked big enough to hold a rhino. As the helicopters approached, Clark used his X-Ray to vision to see who was inside the choppers and hovercraft, to which he noticed were mostly lined with lead and unable to scan the vehicles. But that didn't mean he couldn't listen to the heartbeats of the assailants, and to his surprise he heard a familiar voice.

It was that belonging to a man in his late fifties and early sixties, but still sounded strong and stern. "All right people, as soon as we land, I want that damn beast bagged up in ten seconds flat! Get me?!"

"Yes sir!" replied a crowd of men in unison, all sounding strong and united, as expected in men in the military.

For Clark, this old man's voice was one he knew quite well. One in which was related to his wife and soon to be mother of his child. "You've got to be kidding me!"