Author: CaptainTightPants12

Rating: K

Disclaimer: If I owned Superman, his story lines, or any related characters, you'd be seeing this story in the pages of the this month's issue of Superman and not for free on FanFiction. Ditto any DC Comics characters or storylines.

Summary: After Barry Allen changes history to save the world, Clark Kent faces an uncertain destiny in a new world.

Chapter: #1, Flashpoint

Author's Note: For those of you that are re-joining us, welcome back! For new readers, this is a story that has moved over from the Smallville thread because it has very little to do with Smallville at this point beyond a few key details which you'll see soon enough. The idea behind this story was to write a Superman story that pulled from the various versions of the character, hopefully to create one great Superman story, and is basically what I would have done with the character if I'd gotten the chance to write the character to start off the New 52. Anyways, without further ado, enjoy!

Blood trickled into his eyes, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up.

The weight of the Golden Gate Bridge literally rested on his shoulders. His x-ray vision told him that there were only about a dozen people left to get off before he cast it into the bay. He just barely managed to fly up onto the bridge before falling with a thud that left fractures across the concrete. He knelt, out of breath, out of fight.

"How did this happen?" he whispered to himself.

A breeze to his left told him a friend had arrived. He looked as faded as he felt. "It's bad, Clark."

"Barry..."

"Batman is dead. They took Wonder Woman. I can't even find Hal..." he ranted. "This is all my fault..."

Clark shook his head, "How could... How could any of this be your fault?"

Barry swallowed as he let the guilt wash over him. "That woman. She told me this would happen. She told me that she needed my help. I thought she was crazy, but she was right, she knew the war was coming..."

"What are you talking about?" groaned Clark as he tried to stand.

"Three worlds... They need to come together... Too weak apart, but I know I can fix it," he ranted. "I can fix it all, but I have to break it all first... I know you'll find Lois, and I'll find Iris... We won't remember, but I know that we will find them..."

Clark tried to chase after Barry. Tried to make him explain what the hell he was talking about. But the pain was too much. It was only a couple dozen miles when Clark fell to the ground, all that was left to see what the flash of red ahead. He closed his eyes, knowing that the war was lost, and just hoped that Barry could do whatever it was he thought needed to be done.

A sonic bomb sounded in the distance, and hope sprung. Barry Allen would change it all. A light flashed and...

...Doomed Planet...

"You will travel far, my little Kal-El. But we will never leave you... even in the face of our death."

...Desperate Scientists...

"They can be a great people, Kal-El, they wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way."

...Last Hope...

"For this reason, above all, their capacity for good, I have sent them you... My only son."

...Kindly Couple...

"Sweetheart, we can't keep him. What are we gonna tell people? We found him out in a field?"

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

His hand swung, his alarm fell victim to his annoyance. He groaned as he heard the plastic shards fall to the ground with a quiet trickle. Burrowing his face into his pillow, he tried to return to his dream. A huff against his back had other plans.

"Is that your way of saying you'd like breakfast now?" he muttered into the pillow.

A huff was all he received in reply. That made him at least smile before rolling over. "Fine. But one of these days you're going to learn how to make eggs, and you're going to be the one making breakfast, deal?"

The look he received told him to keep dreaming.

Clark stumbled out of bed, stumbling across the tiny one bedroom apartment. He narrowly hopped over a red boot carelessly forgotten after another long night. He made a mental note to stash that in case his landlord burst in again. He was a little late on the rent again. Instead, he grabbed two bowls out of the kitchen cabinet. The only two bowls they owned.

The sound of food dropped into each one was enough to bring his breakfast date out of the bedroom, slinking into what they pretended qualified as a kitchen. "Decide to join me after all?" he smirked.

Unamused was an understatement.

"Eat up, we've got a big day," he chuckled as he dropped the bowl to the ground in front of Kryp-, Shelby as he was now to be called. "I know you probably think I'm a master chef with how I serve puppy-chow, but I need a day job."

The two of them ate the rest of their breakfast in silence, Clark finished off the milk with a quick sip from the carton. He did it just so he could hear his mom's voice in his head, 'Clark Kent, where did you learn your manners?!'

"On a farm," he joked to himself.

Reaching down to scratch his pooch behind the ears, he walked back into the bedroom and plucked up one of the only two shirts he still had. Apartment fires weren't helpful in keeping his wardrobe stocked.

"Alright, Shelbs. I've gotta show. I have an interview at the Daily Planet today, and I've got a good feeling about it."

Author's Note: Well, that was a bit shorter than you can probably expect from my updates, but it's a lot to take in and I didn't want to push it. You probably get the idea of where this is going to go, Smallville never happened, but hopefully it's not a run-of-the-mill adaption of what we already know. The plan is to take the best bits of the Superman appearances across the various media platforms and give us an ideal Superman, and then hopefully tell some interesting stories.

Anyways, hopefully you guys liked it and I can't wait to hear your thoughts! I'll be posting every sunday, and make sure to shoot me some reviews! I respond to all of the new reviews (regardless of which chapter you reviewed) on my next update, so if you want to read the replies, jump to the latest one and you'll see them there!