Hello you all, Alito here.

So this was a story that actually came to my mind when I saw this really cute fan art that someone made of Superman and Sailor Moon at an ice cream parlor, and I just thought, "I have to do it!" so here's what came out of that.

You'll have to excuse some minor spelling errors and all, and if there's any problems with spelling or punctuation, please let me know in the reviews. I read all my reviews by the way.

So to get the gist of the crossovers, the version of Sailor Moon I'm using is the anime version of it, with some things thrown in from the manga and even the live action adaptation. it's more or less a mix of the mediums.

Meanwhile, the version of Superman I'm using is a mix of canons from The Christopher Reeves Superman, the animated series, CW Supergirl's Superman, comics, and the DCEU Superman.

For anyone curious as to what picture I'm talking about that inspired this story, check out the artist Tumblr tiggersmoke.

DISCLIAMER: I OWN NOTHING. Superman and Sailor Moon belong to their respected creators and NOT ME. Please support these characters and their official releases.

Chapter 1: Heroes Collide

The incessant beeping—the dreadful end to a peaceful slumber.

The day had begun once he tapped his alarm clock, and slowly sat up in bed. He gave a long-winded yawn as he stretched his arms high into the air. That groggy feeling had slowly taken over him once he wiped his face with his hands. All he really wanted to do was climb back into bed, but the sounds of his boss raging on about him being late echoed through his skull. And so, out of the bed he went, and dragging his feet towards the bathroom to take a warm shower.

He strolled into kitchen kitchen dressed in pleated shirt with a tie, and grey slacks with loafers. He took a look in the mirror that hung on the wall next to the stove to see his black, short hair brushed well, and a pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose that brought attention to his sky blue eyes.

He gave a big smile to himself; hoping to not look too awkward or too eager.

"Hello, my name is Clark Kent...no, no, that was awful..." He rehearsed with bows. "Hi there! Names Clark. Clark Kent...definitely not...*ahem* Good morning, Mr. Yamazaki. My name is Clark Joseph Kent. I'm from the Daily Planet stationed in Metropolis in the US. It's an honor to be here...yeah, that one's good."

He checked his watch to see he needed to pick up the pace a bit. Nothing wrong with getting a light breakfast in before departing. He looked at his food calendar on the fridge for what he'd have for breakfast today.

"Pancakes." He said happily. "Perfect."

Clark reached into his pantry and took out a bowl, and a spatula. He then went to his fridge to see he was actually low on food at the moment. With his reporter's salary, that was to be expected.

He grabbed the pancake batter, milk, and the last bit of butter he had. Once it was all laid out on the table, and he turned on the radio to his favorite pop music hits, he was ready to get started.

"Let's see...my last record was 30 seconds..." Clark said as he removed his glasses. "...let's go for 20."

Almost within seconds, Clark had moved beyond human speed as he prepared his breakfast. To anyone else, it was like he was moving Fast-forward on a television. Once he had gotten the pancake batter onto the stove, rather then using the stove itself, he settled for staring at the bottom of the skillet instead.

To only add to the unnatural talents of this man, he then shot a small, concentrated aura of red, burning energy from his eyes to cook the pancakes faster. He paused to flip them over before doing it again. Once he felt they were done, his eyes returned to normal, and his glasses were put back on.

"29 seconds." Clark said happily. "New record."

Clark took a look outside his window and saw, not the tall concrete jungle that was Metropolis, but instead a small town in a district of Tokyo, Japan. A new day had dawned, as the light from the sun hit Clark over the horizon. It was just the bath he needed to start a new day in a new country all together.

"Alright!" Clark said to himself. "Hello, Juban."

Clark's new commute began by running out of his apartment, and through a small, residential town district somewhere in Tokyo. He didn't notice it while arriving last night by plane, but the town was brimming with advertisements to stores, restaurants, and all types of shopping centers. It definitely wasn't any Metropolis or Gotham, but there was definitely a cleaner charm to the city that it had all its own. It was just as quaint as Lois told him.

The people were certainly nice enough. Most were business men and women, while others were either elderly people in old kimonos strolling about, or junior high students on their way to school.

Clark wondered if there was a chance he'd be able to fit in. Metropolis was an easy city to work in as a mild-mannered reporter for the Daily Planet, but this place was a whole new ballgame in Clark's court. He preferred to blend in with the background so as to not bring any unnecessary attention to himself. Clark figured as long he he kept his feet to the ground, then everything would work out fine.

Upon turning the corner of a sidewalk, Clark stumbled upon a bunch of children huddled around something; laughing as they were. At first Clark, assumed it was just children being children with some toys or playing cards. However he heard the screeching cries of, what appeared to be, a black cat.

Clark put his glasses down a bit, and used his magnified vision to see that the kids were, in fact, bullying the poor, defenseless kitten—poking it or roughing it up with sticks.

Clark was disappointed to see such young kids engaging in bullying of any kind. He was just about to make his way over there, and give the boys a stern scolding.

"Hey! You three!"

The boys reacted to the sound of the young girl's voice and scampered off once they saw someone come running towards them. While Clark was glad the boys left, he became a tad worried at the object of their bullying, as it laid there, almost motionless. He used his X-ray vision to see the cat's little heart was still beating, much to his relief.

Coming to the cat's aid was a young junior high school girl in her uniform. The most peculiar thing about this girl to Clark was her long blonde hair formed into two pigtails with buns at the top. Clark figured she must have dyed it that color. However, the blue eyes were also unique compared to others in Japan with just brown or black eyes.

"What's with them? Honestly!" The young girl sighed.

"Is it gonna be alright?"

The girl was a bit startled as she turned around to see Clark standing over her. She was put off by the foreigner since there weren't many that come into the small town. If anything, he was the first one she'd ever seen outside of a magazine or TV. She felt a good first impression was key.

"O-Oh, yeah, I think it'll be alright...!" She said, cradling the cat as she stood up.

"That's a relief." Clark smiled.

Suddenly, the cat had become restless in the girl's arms as it cried and kept scratching at its forehead. To both of their surprise, it was a band-aid that the cat was reaching for.

"Now how'd that get on its forehead?" Clark wondered.

"Those boys must've done it." The twin-tailed girl figured. "I guess you want me to take it off, huh lil kitty? It does look cute though..."

The girl slowly ripped off the bandage on its forehead, and under it revealed something even more peculiar; a yellow, crescent moon emblem. Clark eyed it curiously. It wasn't everyday that a cat would have such an odd emblem on their forehead. He immediately felt something was odd about it.

"A bald spot?" The blonde girl figured.

Suddenly, the cat leaped from the girl's arms and landed onto one of the parked cars. It stood there, almost motionlessly, while staring down at the blonde girl with its sharp red eyes. It appeared she was just as confused as Clark was, so it didn't seem like she knew it before today. Still, Clark found its actions strange. What interest was the young girl to it?

The stare down was interrupted by the sound of a bell ringing far off in the distance.

"Ack! Oh, no! The bell!" The girl yelled frantically. "I gotta go! See ya, Mister! Take care of the kitty for me!"

Before Clark could say anything, the young girl ran off down the street towards the sound of the bell. The thought of running late began to worry even Clark. If push came to shove, he'd have to use the other way to work.

Before he took off as well, he gave one last look towards the cat, only see nothing there. Clark looked around, but saw no sight of the black feline anywhere.

"So much for taking care of it..." Clark muttered to himself while adjusting his glasses. "I wonder where it—wait, what time is it?"

He pulled back his sleeve and looked at his wrist watch—His eyes grew wide with fear.

"Uh oh..."

The hustle and bustle of the little district in Tokyo was further difficult once a new building had been established in the middle of the town. It stood tall amongst all others with a giant brass globe at the very top of it that read 'Daily Planet' in Japanese.

Inside, Clark hurried himself out of a packed elevator, while fumbling for his things that fell out of his arms. He double checked his watch and saw how late he really was. Even he couldn't foresee a broken watch so soon. He ran past people, while dropping a few of his papers along the way.

Once he finally reached the office, he had just had to stop and look around first. He was surprised by the furbished, and dignified business setting in such a large office space.

There were no newspapers lying all over the cubicles, no yelling from across the room. Just a quiet, and organized working environment of employees who were preoccupied with their jobs with little to no hassle. There was a group who handled the typing, while another was responsible for transporting printed press to the public. They even had employees who worked on the company's social media.

On his right, Clark could see a good view of the city outside, as the sun's natural light illuminated in the room to make it feel brighter and warmer then what it already was. What really topped it off, was the brass sphere that stood at the very far back of the office; it was the Daily Planet's globe, but its title was in Japanese.

"Kent-san!"

Clark was startled by a loud, and almost thunderous voice from across the room. He had flashbacks play in his head of Mr. White doing the same.

Everyone in the office went silent as some looked at Clark, and then looked over towards the approaching, older man walking towards him. He looked in his late 50's or 60's from his grey hair, and wrinkles. He was dressed in a dark grey suit that looked lighter in the sun.

Once he was within a few steps from Clark, it was apparent that he had to look down at the old man, given that he reached up to Clark's chin. However his expression was as sharp as an eagles with those piercing brown eyes behind his thick-rimmed glasses.

"You must be Clark Kent." The man said in a calm, husky voice. "White-san has told me much about you."

"U-Um yes!" Clark said nervously. "I apologize for being so late! I-I was caught up in traffic and I just...! Well, I know traffic is no excuse since I should've woken up earlier, b-but I was still very tired from my plane ride here from last night, and I wasn't able to sleep very soundly...! A-Although, I don't think 3 minutes late is considered—"

"—ten."

Clark's words came to a sputtering halt. "W-Wha...?"

"Ten minutes late. I specifically recalled that you were to arrive first thing in the morning at 7:00 AM on the dot. You were ten minutes late to your first day." He said sternly.

"O-Oh, I'm sorry, sir...! I-I promise I'll do better next time!"

"I'm afraid there won't be a next time."

Clark's heart sank. Those were the most painful words he'd ever heard. He dreaded being fired from the Daily Planet every time he came in late back home, and now it had become a reality in the form of another boss in a foreign country. He felt devastated as he cast his head down in shame. He turned on his heel and was about to head back towards the elevator and out the door.

Before Clark could even leave however, he had come to a complete halt the moment he heard a light chuckle coming from behind him. It wasn't one of mocking, but a more mischievous one. He was caught off guard to see that it came from the stone-faced elderly man, whose expression changed into a more light-hearted smile.

"Oh, Kent-san, you can relax, I was only kidding." He said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y-you were...?" Clark said.

"But of course. I wouldn't just up n' fire someone so quickly without getting to know a lil bit more about 'em." He said, "Besides, White-san has told me all about you; He says you have a habit of being late at times, but your reporting skills are second to none."

"He did...? I-I mean I wouldn't go that far—N-Not to say I'm an amateur or anything...!" Clark said with a nervous smile.

"Although, that ace reporter, Lane-san, would've been a much preferable candidate for the foreign exchange program..." the old man contemplated. He then turned back at Clark with a big smile on his face. "But I suppose you'll have to do."

"Um,thanks...I think..." Clark said with uncertainty.

The old man held his hand out to Clark with his best smile and those piercing eyes now more humble and kind. "Welp, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Yamazaki Hiroshi. Welcome to The Daily Planet Japan."

Clark quickly shook Mr. Yamazaki's hand graciously with his own goofy smile to give. "I-It's honor to be here, sir! O-Oh, right, you're supposed to bow here...!" He gave a small bow to him, as Mr. Yamazaki did the same.

"Well then, allow me to give you a small tour of our facility. I think you'll find we do things a little bit different compared to overseas."

"Of course." Clark nodded.

Yamazaki strolled off with Clark following closely behind. As they walked through the cubicles, he couldn't help but use his super hearing get in on some of the gossip that was floating around in the office.

The first were a bunch of older gentlemen huddled at a water cooler:

"So that's the new guy, huh? Looks about in his early 30's. practically a kid."

"Yeah, but I heard he's one of the American branch's best reporters."

"That clumsy brat? I'm sure they're just givin' him pity or somethin'. No way he's at the same level as Lois Lane."

Clark figured that would be the first thing he'd have to hear. He felt a need to really prove them wrong, and show them just how great of a reporter he was hailed for. However, he did have to agree; he was good, but not as good as his girlfriend.

He turned his attention towards another group of guys who looked quite intimidating with their sour expressions pointed directly at him:

"So that's him? What a wimp."

"I bet I could just blow on him, and he'd fall right over."

"If he thinks he can just waltz on in and make all of us look bad, he's got another thing comin'."

"You ain't gettin' nothing from us, Gaijin."

Of course, it wouldn't be customary without the 'ol rush the new guy plan brewing in the wind. He hoped it was all in his head, but rarely is it ever him overthinking it; both in and out of disguise.

He then heard a huddle of women, speaking among themselves; some his age, others older:

"That's him? He seems a lil useless, wouldn't you say?"

"I dunno. I think the clutz type is cute in a guy."

"Seriously? I mean, he's no Takizawa Hideaki, but..."

"You girls are crazy, he's probably just some creep who came here to oogle over the cute high school girls like all the other foreigners here."

"You're probably right. Let's just keep our distance for now."

Sadly, he could do nothing of his perception to women. Some found him attractive, while others called him a nerd. It didn't matter to him either way. He just wanted to work, while traveling to see other parts of the world...at least that's what he would tell people if they asked.

Then, there came the more intriguing bits of discussion coming from a group of men and women discussing something in private:

"Hey, did you hear? Sailor V struck again."

"Yeah, I did! She's been out and about for a while now!"

"They say she's working with the elite investigate police department, and even stopped a string a jewelry heist!"

"Wow! She's somethin'! I hear she does it all at night so as to not be seen."

Hey, hey, speakin' of superheroes, I hear the new guy who's here came from metropolis. Y'know; where Superman is."

"Seriously?-! I GOTTA ask 'em some questions!"

"Kyaaa~ He is such a hunk! What I wouldn't give to be able to interview him in a more private setting~"

"I'd love to see him and Sailor V work together. Wouldn't that be one for the papers."

Sailor V—Clark remembered doing a bit of digging on that name while on his way to Tokyo by plane.

She was a crime fighting vigilante with a flair for the theatrics; almost like a certain rich boy he knew back in Gotham. She had quite the reputation—not only in Tokyo, but all across Japan. She's even made a little attention overseas. Some in Metropolis have even made comparisons with Superman.

As flattered as Clark, was, he didn't want there to be competition for whose the better hero. He was just impressed to see a young woman take a stance against crime. Since she's apparently working with the proper authorities, Clark figured he didn't need to worry too much about her. Still, he couldn't help his curiosity as to who this 'Sailor V' truly was.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the deepest, and darkest crevices of the blizzarding North Pole, there sat a domain that seemed almost separated from the rest of the world. It gave off a haunting presence to anyone who dared to stand before it. Inside, it was practically another dimension that was was surrounded in darkness and vein-like decor.

The entire fortress was filled hundreds of devoted minions; both big and small, who were just as menacing as the last. They all stood at attention towards the a lone woman in her devilish throne. She gazed into the crystal ball that was her staff.

"Yes...it appears he has another identity to uphold." The woman said, "Clark Kent—a feeble name that does not deserve to be a title for such a magnificent being...no matter." Without averting her gaze from the crystal ball, she turned her attention to her minions. "Have we made progress upon locating the legendary Silver Crystal?"

"NO, YOUR HIGHNESS..."

A disappointed sigh escaped from her lips. "As I feared. We must always be reminded that the Silver Crystal is the only means that our Queen may rise again. Until then, we will continue to provide human souls for her nourishment. Ask for the Superman, he might prove to be a pivotal asset to our goal."

Suddenly, a small burst of flames appeared before the woman's presence. The flame quickly dissipated, and from it appeared a single young man. He had blond, ruffled hair and was dressed in a black suit. He flaunted an air of superiority over the other minions that made him stand out among them all.

"Queen Beryl." The man said with a humble bow.

"Jedite." The Queen replied. "To what do I owe this meeting?"

"Please, your highness, If I may be so bold, I would like to have the honor of accepting this mission." Jedite requested. "As we speak, my monster, Morga, is prepared to gather hundreds of human souls. She will not fail you."

Queen Beryl gave a humorous chuckle. "You seem confident in her abilities...very well then. Go, Jedite."

Jedite gave one last bow with a conniving smirk. "Yes, your highness."

"Good. In the meantime, I have my own matters to attend to." Queen Beryl said with a wicked grin. "It is time to see just what this 'Superman' can do."

"A wasted effort."

Suddenly, all eyes turned towards the origin of the voice that came from above. It lingered in the shadows like a ghost; instilling fear into most of the minion's hearts. Jedite was the exception, who was only mildly cautious. Queen Beryl looked up with half-cocked smile. "So, you have decided to join us?"

From above, it slowly descended from the shadows. His imposing, human-like body was encased in metal, with neon purple veins going through it. His back sprang six metal tentacles with sharp claws to scan every single living being in the room. His skin was a sickly green, while his forehead donned an insignia of an upside down pyramid, using three orbs connected to one another. And finally, his eyes glowed with a haunting stare of absolute superiority over all others.

He had finally touched the ground, as it erupted into a string of calculations surging throughout the room. All were caught by surprise, except Queen Beryl, who kept herself calm until it subsided.

Once the being had finished his scan, the lights slowly faded, and his tendrils subsided onto his back once more.

"Fascinating." The green-skinned being said. "Your entire base of operation is the center of its own energy-based panel, used to convert the positive energies of the human's essence as a key component of restoration for your queen. Such folly in your achievements of rebirth."

"And just who might you be?" Jedite challenged.

"Stand down, Jedite." Queen Beryl announced. "He is an alley to our cause."

"'Alley' is a non-factual perception based only on your own desires for my aid." The being said as it turned to face the Queen. "I have no interest in playing into your hand. I need only to be an observer in the pursuit of knowledge about this 'Queen Metalia' that you all worship."

"But of course." Queen Beryl agreed. "So long as you keep on our side, I shall provide you with all the knowledge you could ever want of our glorious queen."

"Then we are at an agreement." The being said. "As of today, I, Brainiac, shall align myself in a temporary pack to your kingdom."

A wicked grin formed on Beryl's lips. "That's just what I want to hear."

Clark had finally finished, what felt like, a long day filled with typing, proofreading, and a heavy dose of cheap criticism at every turn from other co-workers. He was just relieved the day was over and he was on his way back home.

Unfortunately he knew that was only a taste of what was to come for the rest of his time in Tokyo. Despite that, he did enjoy being in a new environment of reporting. It gave him a feeling of reinvention—like he could create a new reputation here, as opposed to being the clumsy, wimpy Kansas boy that he's known for back home.

As he made his commute back to his apartment, Clark found himself, once again, passing by the shopping district of Juban. Just as the morning, it was drowned in stores, markets, and other forms of advertisement. Clark thought about maybe picking up a souvenir for Lois on his visit back to Metropolis.

However, that suggestion was immediately thrown out once he saw the huge crowd of people gathering near the jewelry store. It was a majority of women from working, to housewives, to even school girls. All of them seemed allured by the multitude of jewelry that the store had to offer. Clark could barely see into the store with so many women inside.

Just as he was about to walk away, Clark happened to notice a lone girl leaving the shop. To his surprise, it turned out to be the same young school girl with blonde pigtails. She seemed disappointed about something. Clark figured it was due to her being low on cash for anything in the store. He'd known that look all too well.

Instead, she gave a gloomy sigh as she looked at a piece of paper that Clark assumed was part of her disdain. "If only I'd studied a little harder..."

Clark realized her grief was from a failed test. He felt sorry for the poor girl, and wanted to at least cheer her up a bit.

"Y'know, math was never my strong suit." Clark said.

the girl looked up to see Clark, who gave her a humble smile in the hopes that she wasn't too down.

"Hey, I remember you..." She said with a little more pep in her tone, "Yeah, you're that guy—the one from this morning. Was the kitty alright?"

"Don't worry, I'm sure the cat is fine now, thanks to you." Clark said.

"Oh, well at least that's some good news." The girl said happily. "Say, are you new around here? I've never seen you before today."

"Yes, I am." Clark nodded. "I came here just last night from Metropolis."

"Metropolis...I know that place!" She said with a bright twinkle in her eyes. "That's where Superman is! My god, he's soooo cool~ The way he flies around in the sky and kicks the bad guys' butts is so awesome! Did you ever meet him?-!"

"I...have met with him on occasions." Clark smiled nervously.

"Kyaaaa~ That's amazing! I totally wish I could meet him!" She said cheerfully. "So, are you here from Metropolis to see if he would show up?"

"Naw, not really. In fact, I was sent here from my newspaper company as a foreign exchange worker." Clark explained.

"Wow, a newspaper company? I didn't think newspapers were still a thing. They're so outdated." The girl said, "I mean, there is the internet nowadays."

"True, but most people in Metropolis love the classics."

"Huh. And I thought only my folks still read newspapers. Guess that's why dad still has his job." the pig-tailed girl said. "Ugh, speaking of my folks..."

She took one more look at the paper she had in her hand and sighed depressingly again. Clark happened to peek, and saw that it was actually an English test with a very low grade on it. He couldn't help feel a sting in his own gut once he saw it.

"Um...well...there's always next time." Clark assured her. It naturally failed.

"Aaaguh! I hate this stupid test!" The pig-tailed girl exclaimed.

She balled up the paper and threw it over her head. Clark's eyes followed the paper, and watched it fall right onto a stranger's head. The stranger grabbed it just as it fell, and unraveled it for himself.

"Hey! Watch where you throw your garbage, bun head!"

The girl quickly turned around with an apologetic expression. "O-Oh, sorry!"

The stranger who grabbed it was a young man who looked about in his late teens with black short hair, and a pair of shades. He was dressed in rather expensive clothes—or at least expensive compared to the shabby clothes Clark was wearing. The blonde girl reacted with fearful squeal as she saw the young man actually read her failed test paper.

"Wow. 30%?" He said with a mocking tone. "You really should consider studying a lil harder next time, Bun head."

"Augh! I—W-Well, that's none of your business!" The blonde girl snapped as she snatched the paper out of his hand. "Jerk!"

The school girl stormed off from the two men without even saying a word to Clark. Teenagers were difficult to handle it seemed. He barely had enough control with Conner, let alone a regular girl. Then again, dealing with a clone of himself was probably a different kind of difficult.

He looked back at the young man—his attention was aimed towards the jewelry store in front of him. He removed his sunglasses to reveal his blue eyes staring intently at the store. Clark wondered what had him so infatuated? His hero instincts kicked and possessed him to investigate.

"Fondness for jewelry?" Clark asked.

The young man turned his gaze towards Clark. He didn't seem too happy about the reporter's presence by the intense stare he was giving. It wasn't enough to deter Clark inquiries.

The young man eyed Clark up and down before breaking off in a small chuckle to himself. "Well well, funny to be meeting you here of all places."

"Um...excuse me?"

"Gotta say; nice disguise." The boy mentioned. "Bad posture, large baggy clothes to hide your body, wimpy voice, and I would assume a klutzy personality to boot."

Clark rose a brow. He could tell where this was leading, but wanted to make sure before assuming anything.

Clark laughed nervously. "I-I don't quite follow what you're—"

"Oh spare me the act." The young man grew closer to speak to him in a low voice. "I know it's really you...Superman."

As he feared, Clark had been discovered. At that moment, he didn't bother trying to present himself as the hunched-over wimp. He stood up straight, and puffed out his chest, while looking down at the young man with arms crossed.

"Who are you?" Clark asked with his authoritative voice.

"Wow...you really know how to switch at the drop of a hat." the young man said, "But you can relax; you're secrets safe with me. I'm not your enemy."

"Y'know, most people who say they're not my enemy, usually end up proving themselves wrong."

"Then you can count me as the exception." The young man said, "My name is Mamoru Chiba."

"For my sake, stick to calling me Clark Kent." Clark stated.

"Deal." Mamoru nodded with a hand to offer.

Clark shook on it, and dropped the authoritative demeanor for a more engaging one to allow a sense of comfort. This seemed to work as Mamoru began to loosen up a bit. Clark saw his fist were clenched in his pocket, and his teeth were gritted.

"So, why are you staring at this jewelry store?" Clark asked.

"Huh? I...actually don't know." Mamoru said, looking back at the store. "Just something about this place...it doesn't feel quite right."

"What do you mean?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it, but...it feels off to me."

"Off—how?"

"Well..."

"—Hang on, ladies and gentlemen, it appears we're getting word of a Breaking News report happening right as we speak!"

Clark and Mamoru's attention immediately turned towards the jumbo screen that was playing on one of the buildings.

"It appears that a plane is currently hurtling into the Eastern outskirts of Tokyo. Here's all we know at this time; there are about 50 to 60 passengers aboard the burning craft. There are no further details but keep it here, as we continue to update you on the very latest!"

Clark turned his eyes towards the East. He could practically hear the engines bursting into flames from his position. Yet, he couldn't hear a single voice in the plane itself. Regardless, a plane falling towards an area where people could get hurt was reason enough to act.

"I'll be right back." He told Mamoru, before running off into the nearest, empty alleyway.

Mamoru stood there for a moment to watch him go, before strolling away. There was no way he was going to wait there for him. He had other business he needed to attend to.

Clark appeared through the smog from one of the manhole covers, and deeper into the empty alley. Once far enough away from wandering eyes, he began to undress himself of his civilian clothing—from his shoes to his glasses—at an almost impossible speed.

What was left on him was his signature blue suit that showed off his muscular physique. He also had a pair of red boots, a gold design around his waist to form a belt, and a large red and yellow emblem on his chest that resembled a stylized 'S'. Meanwhile his long red cape flowed gracefully in the wind as he stood there in all his majesty.

The Man of Steel—Superman.

He bent at the knees to gather momentum in his legs, as the ground under him began to blow smoke around his body. The ground shattered into cracks as he leaped off of it and soared high into the air like a jet across the skies. He had flown through the clouds at unbelievable speed, all while breaking through the sound barrier with ease. The world seemed to have move in slow motion while he flew at top speed across the blue sky.

He tried to hear for the sounds of people screaming, but there was nothing but silence. However, he did smell the stench of smoke slowly approaching. Superman picked up his speed and soared beyond the capable abilities of even the fastest man-made jet; practically breaking the sound barrier in his wake.

Before long, he had seen something slowly descending towards the ground with flames burning one of its wings and black smoke flowing in its wake. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was the plane slowly spiraling out of control.

Superman first needed to get the plane to a stable. He flew towards the burning wing and took hold of its scorching metal like it was nothing. From there, he pulled it hard to keep it from spiraling out of control. It took a considerable amount of his own strength than he thought it would, but he nonetheless found it within himself to stop the plane from spinning into the Earth's atmosphere, and had kept it on a stable track to nose dive into the Earth.

Once he was able to get it stable, Superman released the wing, and flew alongside it. He took a deep breath, and blew a mist of pure ice that had been able to cool down the fire and freeze the wing into an ice sickle in seconds. From there, he took flight towards the front of the falling aircraft.

Once he was farthest away from it quickly approaching him, he stopped and held himself in the air to prepare for the plane to fall right towards him. Superman took a deep breath before he opened his arms wide and braced for impact.

Just as he feared, the plane had slammed right at him like a massive wall and pushed him back with intense force. The wind was almost knocked out of him, but still, he held the plane, as the ground was slowly getting closer. The heat of the plane's metal, and the intense pressure was enough to have Clark's arm ache.

But still, with all his superhuman might, The Man of Steel pushed against the force of the falling plane, and had begun to slow it's dangerous descent down. It began to reach the very edge of the Earth, forcing Superman to give it one last push that made a large crater in its nose.

Finally, the plane had come to a slow, heavy stop as the man in blue was able to successfully hold it in the air, before clutching at its sides, and letting it gently fall onto the ground with a loud thud.

Clark took an exhausted exhale of breath before letting go. He flew onto the bridge of the plane's nose to greet the pilots.

To his surprise, there wasn't anyone on the steering wheel. However, he could still hear a single heartbeat inside the plane.

Superman flew over towards the main door, and ripped it right off its hinges. The moment his foot touched the inside of the plane, he immediately felt an unrelenting chill overcome him—brimming with a sensation of dread and evil that he hadn't felt in a long while. Nevertheless he stepped further inside.

It was dark with all its windows closed. To Superman's surprise, the seats were all empty. The entire plane had been devoid of passengers. However, Clark could still hear that one heartbeat coming from the back seats. Due to how dark the inside of the plane was, he could only make out a shadow sitting in the inside seat of the plane.

"Excuse me." Superman called. "Are you alright?"

The figure let out a low chuckle that Superman heard loud and clear.

"Yes...I'm quite well." Said a calm, female voice. "All thanks to your valiant effort."

Superman was confused for a moment. He was just about to approach the woman, when all of a sudden, every single window in the plane shot up and brought a blinding light into the darkness. It had bothered Superman's eyes for a moment, before he was able to see again.

He saw the lone woman rise from her seat and got a good look at her. She had fiery red long red hair, and pale skin that made her peculiar orange eyes shine. She wore a simple, dark dress, and wore armlets that matched her bracelet She also made note of the strange horns coming from her shoulders. But what stood out most was the crest on her forehead in the form of a black boomerang.

She traced those strange eyes towards Superman.

"So you are him; the fabled Man of Steel." The woman said with a devilish smile. "How I've longed to meet you."

"I'm flattered." Superman nodded. "Although, there's better ways to get my attention then shooting an empty plane out of the sky. I'm guessing the news report was your doing as well?"

"This was but a test." She said almost humbly. "I merely wanted to see for myself if the words about you proved true."

"Well, I hope I didn't disappoint." Superman humored.

"Far from it." She admitted.

"Still, I can't let this go unpunished." Superman stated with his arms crossed. "Someone could've gotten hurt, and for that, you're gonna have to come with me."

"Hmph. No need. I will let myself out, thank you very much." She said with a wicked smile. "I look forward to seeing what you have to offer to us. Farewell."

Suddenly, the woman had begun to be submerged in a form of distortion that made her body fade into an invisible mist. It started from her feet and was quickly working its way up to the rest of her body.

"Wait!" Superman called. He levitated off the ground and quickly flew over towards her, but by the time he had gotten close enough, the woman had vanished. He attempted to use his X-ray vision, but to no avail. She was gone now.

Clark was left there, alone in the empty plane; just as confused as ever. Could one single woman really make a plane go into the air, just to crash it? how did she do it would be the follow up question? The third was the obvious; who was she? Too many questions spiraling in his mind.

"I think it's time I get some answers around here..." Clark said to himself.

The afternoon had slowly turned to night with the stars and the moon illuminating the never-sleeping Juban district of Tokyo. Even on a weeknight, there were still plenty of people out and about with the desire to literally 'shop till they drop' coursing through them.

Deep in one of the many alleyways of the town, a lone cat scurried on through the dark shadows; seemingly in search of something important due to how quickly it ran. When it came to towering obstacles, it simply leaped off the balls of its feet and scaled the concrete walls until it was scurrying across the rooftops.

It was just about to leap off of one of the buildings onto the neighboring ones, when all of a sudden, the black cat found itself landing right into the arms of a man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The cat looked up at this new set of arms and saw that it was none other then the Superman; smiling down back at it.

"Not so fast, little one." Superman said to it. "I don't think the term 'nine lives' was meant to be taken so literally."

The Man of Steel slowly descended back onto the rooftop that the cat leaped off of, and placed it on the ground. It turned to face Superman with those big red eyes. Superman returned the stare for a few moments, before he put on a smile that one would wear upon finding out a secret.

"You're not much for words, are you?"

For a moment the cat tilted its head to the side in confusion.

"Come on, I know you can talk." Superman said, "Never seen a cat with a voice box like yours."

The black cat's big red eyes widened, before it gave up the charade with a defeated sigh.

"It appears I've been discovered." The cat said with the voice of a woman's. "As expected from the Man of Steel. Or should I say, Clark Kent?"

"You've been spying on me." Superman said with arms crossed.

"More or less." She said with a sly grin that only a sneaky cat could produce.

"Then I take it you're the one who sent that message to the fortress."

"Thank goodness. So you did receive it."

"It wasn't exactly hard to miss. You did appear out of nowhere through a hologram. Took me by surprise." Superman admitted, "So that beautiful woman I saw in the yellow dress, and black long hair was you, right?"

"Oh, stop it, you're making me blush~" the cat said bashfully. "But yes, that was me. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Luna. I am, what you might call, a guardian."

"A guardian of...?"

"You'll see soon enough." She answered. "Before that, I'm surprised that you came here on such short notice."

"Actually, I just got lucky." Superman admitted. "I'm really here for a foreign exchange program. The timing of your message just so happened to correlate with my being here."

"Killing two birds, it seems." Luna said, "There is much needed to be discussed."

Superman nodded as he took a knee to the kitten and leaned in close. "Earlier today, there was a plane hurtling towards the East of Tokyo. When I stopped it, there was a woman inside with red hair and orange eyes. You know her?"

A grave look appeared on Luna's face. Superman was surprised that she even had the ability to make facial expressions as a cat. She seemed to gather her thoughts for a moment, before coming to a conclusion.

"Okay...Here's the gist of it all." Luna explained. "You see, there have been strange occurrences that have been happening in this small town; things far too great for even the police to handle. I believe an unparalleled threat has begun to sprout within this town. I fear if nothing is done soon...I wouldn't want to even think about it..."

"And that's why you called me." Superman said. "Do you happen to know what this threat is?"

"I already have a good guess as to who; they call themselves 'The Dark Kingdom'."

"The Dark Kingdom?" Clark repeated. "Their name definitely paints an awful picture. It's the first time I've heard of them."

"That's not too surprising. They've been dormant for centuries; unseen by the eyes of neither human or otherworldly."

"Until today, I take it?"

"Precisely." Luna nodded, "I can't say much as of right now, but all I can do is ask a favor of you."

"Well, well, it's not everyday I get to work with a talking kitten." Clark smiled. "What is it you need?"

Luna looked around to make sure no one was listening. Superman followed out of confusion before settling his eyes back on her. "I need you to watch after that girl you met earlier."

Clark looked at the cat as if she had said something odd—which wasn't too hard to do, all things considered.

"Um...why her?" Clark asked.

"Let's just say that she's been...chosen." Luna begrudgingly admitted.

"Chosen for what?"

"Again, I can't say much as of right now, but I only ask of you to take care of her, and make sure she doesn't cause too much trouble."

"Isn't that supposed to be your job as a so-called guardian?" Clark pointed out a sly smirk. "Just saying."

"Ha-ha, the Man of Steel is also a Man of Humor..." She said with a deadpan tone. "Unfortunately there's only so much I can do in this form right now, so I won't be of much help to her. That's where you come in."

"So that's all?" Clark questioned. "Watch over that young girl, while protecting this part of Tokyo?"

"Precisely." Luna nodded. "So...will you help me?"

There was no need to second guess himself; of course he would help anyway he could, however Clark wasn't gullible—he knew there was more happening here than what Luna was telling him. For now, he wanted to know as much as he could about this 'Dark Kingdom' as soon as possible.

He wondered if the others knew anything about them? Maybe Diana or Arthur have any history to share. Or perhaps Bruce has already gotten a lead on them before anyone else? He'd have to wait and contact them tonight. Until then, he figured he might as well put himself to good use in Tokyo.

"I'll gladly help in any way I can." Clark stated with an honest smile.

"Perfect!" Luna said happily. "I'll be sure to let you know if there's more that needs to be done. If you'll excuse me, I need to visit somebody. It's time she knew who she really was."

Luna took off past Superman, and stood on the edge of the rooftop. He was about to instinctively go after her, but remembered she was no ordinary cat, who probably leaped farther bounds then that.

She gave one last look over her shoulders with a mysterious smile to leave off with; "Until we meet again, Superman."

The black cat leaped off of the roof and disappeared into the shadows of the alleyways below. There was still the trace of her heart beat so he was happy she was alive down there.

Clark took a moment and put all this new information together with everything else he's learned so far; mysterious woman with great power, a talking guardian cat, a young girl with a destiny, and this Dark Kingdom trying to cause havoc in this, otherwise, harmless little district in Tokyo. He wondered if he hadn't stumbled into a sort of civil war between two groups? He could at least see who the bad guys were this time, but that didn't mean the good guys are any trustworthy people either.

Clark had very little choice in the matter. What came first was protecting the citizens of Tokyo. Now all that was left to do was wait until something occurred. He thought about following the cat to the girl, but realized that would probably startle her. What was there left to—

"HELP! Please someone help me—I-I don't know what's happening—what is this...I feel so strange—please help me, mom and dad—mom, what're you doing to me?-!"

A multitude of voices rang through his head from a quarter mile away from his location. They all called out in dire need of rescue.

"They're playing my song." Clark said.

He leaped off the roof and swooped over towards the origin of the screaming occurred. As he flew closer, he began to hear something else with the screaming; an odd wiring noise that resembled miniature gears grinding in a hollow shell. They rubbed against a ridged surface that resembled something that he'd hear from Bruce's grapnel gun, only thicker and with a distinctive zipping noise to it.

Whatever it was, Clark wasted no time wondering. He kicked it into high gear, and soared across the city. Judging from the sounds of those multiple metal wires shooting out, coupled with the screams of civilian women, his only hope was that it wasn't what he feared.

Her vision began to fade the tighter it gripped. She had begun to lose all feeling in her throat. She did everything in her power to fight back against this creature, but was at the mercy of the thing strangling her. She could only recognize it as a thing, because there was no way the hands strangling her could be her own dear mother.

In the corner of her eye, she saw the many other woman, unconscious, and huddled together in a small pile. They were surrounded by the strangest things she'd ever seen. They were circling them with their palms open and scanners examining them.

They were humanoid, but their bodies were a combination of just organs, wrapped in strange armor and metal. Their heads were skulls that had been stabbed with many needles connected to the back of their necks. But what really chilled her to the bone were those glowing, lifeless eyes they had.

Her attention was brought back to her current situation when she felt the grip tighten.

"P-Please...! Mom, stop...!" The girl said with a hoarse voice. "W-Why...?-! I don't...u-understand...!"

The mother, a spitting image of her daughter, only chuckled to herself. "You stupid girl...I'm not your mother."

The girl struggled to keep her eyes focused long enough to see the mother mutate into something unrecognizable; a grotesque, and wrinkly old witch of a woman, whose eyes grew yellow pupils and black sclera. Her face contorted into a long, toothy grin, and her hair was as wild and black as her dress, compared to her so-called 'daughter's' short, copper hair in a bow. And finally, a massive scar of an old gash had been permanently left on her forehead.

Her long, bony hands continued to close in on her windpipes and only grew tighter as the girl looked at her in horror.

"Your mother is in the basement." The witch said in a harsh voice. "And once I've finished killing you, She'll be next! You'll both meet each other in the otherworld!"

"I don't think so."

Suddenly, the shoe was on the other foot, as the witch felt her own neck being grabbed from behind. What followed was her arm being broken by, what felt like, a boulder hit it in point blank range. She howled viciously as she dropped the weakened, unconscious girl. Her body was promptly caught before hitting the ground, and was placed in a safer location behind the counter.

Once she was out of the way, the Man of Steel levitated into the air to look over the enemies that have revealed themselves to him.

"So that was the wiring I heard." Superman gravely said, looking at the robots. "Those are Brainiac's drones. So he's involved in all this. This just got more complicated..."

Superman eyed the witch again, who was groaning in agony as she popped her arm back into place with ease.

"You...! Queen Beryl has told me about you...!" The witch spat.

"Queen Beryl...?" Superman pondered. "So that's her name..." He looked back at the witch. "That aside, whatever you got going on, I'd surrender quietly. If I won't stop you, Brainiac will do worse."

"Be that as it may, you're too late!" She said with an evil grin. "As we speak, those brainless women have already been drained of enough energy to feed The Great Ruler!"

"Great ruler, huh? A nickel for everytime I heard that title..." Superman mumbled.

"It is only a matter of inevitability before you too surrender yourself to her almighty power!" The witch threatened. "The sky will grow dark, the seas will rise, fire will spread across the planet, and the universe will finally belong to our Queen! There is no one who can stop us—not even you."

Superman's lips couldn't help but grow into a cheeky smile. "You must be new to the planet. Allow me to introduce myself."

The witch had heard enough, and looked over towards the three robot minions.

"Destroy him!" She ordered. "Make it hurt."

The drones turned their attention towards Superman in the air. Two of them shot their wires towards, Superman took hold of both of them mid-shot, and held onto them so tight that they began to crack.

With a coy smirk on his face, he pulled one of the minions his way. Once close enough, he let go of its wire, and dealt a devastating punch right into its bony cheek with enough force to create its own shock wave, and sent the creature flying right into the wall.

He brought the second one over with both hands, and clasped his hands together to finish it with a double axe handle punch straight into the ground. The impact had created a crater in the robot's wake, as it practically shattered once it hit.

The third robot planted its feet into the ground with wires coming from its legs. It opened its arms wide, as they revealed to have strange circular vents going across them. It's mouth unhinged to reveal another vent that was lodged in its throat. Superman braced for what he knew would come next.

A wave of pressure from its sonic emitters hit the Man of Steel with a heavy dose of sensory overload. It was intense enough to get him out of the air and back onto the ground to cover his ears. His hearing, vision, and all other heightened senses were being turned to mush.

As such, Clark looked into the eye of the storm. His own eyes began to glow a hue of red, before emitting thick beams of intense heat, that burned through the sonic emitters and the last robot left standing like a hot knife on butter. He took a deep breath as his senses quickly returned back to normal.

He turned his attention back towards the witch, who stood there—dumbfounded at how easily her three new minions were dispatched.

"So, anymore subordinates for me to get rid of, or are you ready to surrender peacefully?" Superman asked.

"Heh, so you're not as bad as I thought you'd be..." She said, "But I doubt someone as noble as you would lack a conscience." She rose her arms into the air as she faced the unconscious women on the floor. "Now rise, my vessels who have given your energy to the Great Ruler! Awaken!"

The moment she said that, the woman had all begun to rise to their feet and faced Superman with the same, glowing eyes. This was clearly a trance, but Clark wondered if it was from the witches own abilities, or the work of Brainiac? Since now wasn't the time to tell, he focused on how he was go about defeating these possessed women. Never mind chivalry, his main concern was not to harm them; friend or foe.

"Damn...!" Superman said to himself.

Meanwhile, the witch behind the army of women began cackling as she sent them marching towards the Man of Steel. He prepared to face off the hoard with as little strength as possible.

"That's enough, you witch!"

The voice of a young girl had come from the entrance of the jewelry store. Both the witch and Superman's eyes centered towards the door. there, stood a lone girl who looked to be in her early teens.

"It's the girl from earlier..." Superman said to himself with a confused look on his face. "But...what is she wearing?"

The blond, pig-tailed girl was now dressed in a rather strange outfit;

It resembled a Japanese sailor school uniform but shorter, and more heroic with the red bow on the back of the waist, long gloves, and boots. On her forehead was a golden tiara with a red gem at its center.

"Oookay...?" Superman said to himself with even more confusion.

"And just who the hell are you?" The witch asked with Superman silently agreeing. "If you're here to stop me, then you're only wasting your—"

"KYAAAAA~ Oh my god!"

The young girl ran right past the witch with a shove, and through the army of women like they were made of paper. She stopped right in front of a startled Superman with whimsical eyes that sparkled in those blue orbs of hers. The goofy smile only added to the fangirling she was doing.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" She exclaimed in excitement. "Y-You're really him! You're THE Superman! I-I don't know what to say! Ican'tbelieveIactuallygettoseeyouinpersonI'vealwayswantedtomeetyou orsolongit'ssocoolthatIgettoseeyouhereand—"

"Alright, alright, hold your horses, kiddo." Superman said, trying his hardest to hold from letting so much as a chuckle past through his already smiling face. "I assume you must be...Sailor V?"

"Eh? Sailor V?" The girl wondered.

Just then, the witch had risen off of the ground and roared a shriek that hurt both Superman and the sailor heroine's ears.

"You! How dare you shove me like that?-!" She yelled bitterly. "Just who the hell do you think you are?-!"

"Oh, me? I-I'm, uh...Oh, yeah!"

The pig-tailed girl suddenly got into stance as she faced the witch. "I am the Pretty Guardian! The one who fights for love and for justice!" She stood in her signature pose with determination in her eyes.

"I am Sailor Moon! And now, in the name of the moon, I'll punish you~"

...

...

...

"...um...what?" Superman questioned.

Just as the moment passed, the girl named Sailor Moon's face immediately grew a beet red as she began to feel the full extent of embarrassment for not only doing that ridiculous pose, but also doing it in front of her idol.

"P-Please forget everything you just saw...okay?" She pleaded timidly towards Superman.

"O-Oh, of course..." Superman agreed.

"AAAAUGH! Enough of this foolishness! You think those stupid catchphrases are enough to stop me?-! In your dreams, little girl!" The witch exclaimed. "Now my minions; destroy them!"

The possessed women all regrouped and slowly moved in on the both of them like a mob. Their eyes glowed with an almost yellow hue the closer they stepped in unison. Superman had already scanned their brains for any abnormalities; nothing that belonged to Brainiac, but there was a strange mist that completely submerged their brains in a billow of smoke.

"Oh no...!" Sailor Moon panicked. "N-Now what do we do...?"

"Sailor Moon, watch out!" Superman called.

Sailor Moon reacted by narrowly jumping out of the way of one of the women jumping towards her. She continued narrowly (and clumsily) dodging at the right time to avoid attacks.

Meanwhile, Superman opted to take them head on. They came running at him no sense of tact. It allowed Superman to get behind them, and knock them unconscious with a light chop to the back of their necks. In only seconds, he had been able to subdue most of his pile.

This however, did not stay, as the minions of women slowly rose to the feet with those same glowing eyes, and came after the Man of Steel once again. Superman was at a loss for words, and continued to hold them off from attacking Sailor Moon.

At one point, the Pretty Guardian had narrowly escaped being stabbed by a broken glass bottle, that shattered upon hitting the ground. Sailor Moon fell back and was against the wall with barely any will or strength to stand up right away.

"Ah! I'm bleeding!" She cried at the sight of her scraped knee. "I-I don't like this...!"

"Sailor Moon!" Superman called. He tried to go towards her, but was overwhelmed by the possessed women, who all came running towards him. Though he had blown them away with his ice breath, that didn't stop one of them from leaping onto his back, followed by many others dogpilling him like football players. Superman struggled to use as little power as possible so as to not hurt the women, but he had been stuck underneath so many, that he feared more for them than himself.

Meanwhile from behind the front desk, a familiar black cat came running towards the pig-tailed girl's aid.

"Usagi, what're you doing?" Luna whispered. "You need to fight too! Superman can only do so much against humans! You'll have to defeat the witch!"

Sailor Moon took one good look at the monster floating above the scene with that cackling laugh of hers. that coupled with seeing Superman having a difficult time with the possessed women only added to the fear that was slowly settling inside of her.

She felt as though she was in way over her head to even come to the jewelry store like she did. She had only recently gotten the weird school costume a few minutes ago, and now she was expected to fight? That was asking way to much from a fourteen-year-old girl so suddenly. Sailor Moon began to tear up and tremble against the wall.

"B-But...But I...!" She uttered on the verge of tears. "I can't...I just...!"

"Eugh! Sailor Moon!"

The pig-tailed girl turned her attention back towards the Man of Steel, who finally gotten the possessed women off of him without harming them too badly. He shot his eyes towards the witch, and sent a blast from his heat vision right into her chest. The witch howled in pain as she fell from the air and onto the ground, seething in agony while clutching her chest. This finally made the women stop in their tracks like mannequins.

Superman took that change to fly towards Sailor Moon and took a knee by her side.

"Are you alright?" Superman asked.

"Um, yeah, I-I think so..." She nodded.

He looked to the young girl's side to see a familiar black cat with big, red eyes. Needless to say, he was not to happy. "So, this is what you're a guardian for? Making a teenager fight a battle she had no choice to take part in?"

"Hey, cut me some slack!" Luna exclaimed. "I never said she'd be 100% prepared for everything!"

"Wait! You just thought throwing me into all of this was okay?-! I've never fought anyone in my whole life! I didn't even ask to be this way! And now, because of you, I...I...!" She could barely form the words without letting the tears fall down her rosy cheeks.

"Usagi..." Luna uttered. It was then that Luna realized just how unprepared the poor girl truly was. She was no guardian destined to save the day, she was just a regular junior high school girl who, just minutes ago, was enjoying her youth.

"I-I can't do this!" She relented. "It's just too scary! I don't even know how to use these powers...! I don't know anything about what's happening to me! I-I just—"

Her outburst had slowly settled by a hand gently placed on her shoulder. She stopped her crying long enough to see Clark in her blurry vision.

"Shhhh, it's alright." Superman assured her. "I know this is a lot to handle on such short notice. I can only imagine how scared you must be. But I'm afraid this is a situation you have no choice in right now."

"B-But...I don't know if I can do this..." She sniffed. "How do I...How do I stop being scared? It's all too...! It's just too...!"

Clark could only think of one method that could work. "Just close your eyes.."

"But...!"

"Don't worry. Just close your eyes."

"O-Okay..." Sailor Moon mumbled. She did as he said and closed her eyes.

"Now...I know it all seems too big, but...try to make it small. "Clark told her in a calming voice. "Focus on my voice. Pretend it's an island...out in the ocean..."

Sailor Moon grew calm. her mind had suddenly blocked out all other noises. She felt all of her anxiety and stress slowly begin to settle. She envisioned his voice as an island—one that had everything she could ever hope for. There were sweets, jewelry, a new outfit, and...something else...something she'd never seen before. It was so bright and yet, it didn't blind her. Instead, it seemed to grow closer. The closer it got, the clearer it became. She reached out for it, and almost felt its warm sensation in the palm of her hand.

"Can you see it?" Clark asked.

"I...I see it." She replied.

"Good." Clark smiled. "Then swim towards it."

And swam she did towards the light. It was so close...so close...so—

Without warning, Sailor Moon was brought back to reality by the sound of something hitting the wall beside her. It revealed to be Superman, who had been pushed back by the floating witch, with her hands glowing in white flames. It didn't seem to affect Superman that badly as he brushed it off like it was nothing.

"AGH! Enough prattling about! Its time I kill you both!"

The witch's arms grew to unbelievable length as it came rushing for the two with the creaking sounds of a tree. Superman was prepared to incinerate the arm with his heat vision if he had to, while Sailor Moon braced herself for the worst.

Just as the arm came within inches of attacking them, it suddenly stopped dead in its tracks. What stopped her? Nothing more than a single red rose that shot into the floor.

"A rose...?" Superman said in disbelief.

All eyes, including Superman, Luna, and Sailor Moon's, shot towards an opening in one of the high balconies of the store. It was there that a mysterious fellow stood in all his pride.

A young man dressed in a long-tailed, black tuxedo with white gloves. What added to the look was a flowing black and red cape, a black top hat, and a white domino mask.

"Another one? Who are you supposed to be?-!" The witch demanded.

The man smiled as he introduced himself. "I am known as Tuxedo Mask."

Superman side-eyed Sailor Moon out of curiosity. "Friend of yours?"

"No...?" She said at first.

"Sailor Moon..."

"...Okay, maybe...?" She said with a confused look on her face.

"...you have to remember that crying isn't going to solve any of your problems."

"Y-Yeah, maybe not, but...! But...!" Sailor Moon began to doubt herself again. "I don't think I can..."

She suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked to see it belonged to Superman, who was by her side.

"You can do this, Sailor Moon." Superman said. "I know it must be hard to have to go through this without knowing the outcome, but trust me; I know what it's like. Sometimes you just gotta take a leap of faith. Trust part comes later."

"Leap of faith..."

Sailor Moon could see the confidence in Superman's eyes. He truly believed that she had what it took to do something about all this. But why did he trust her? If it were him, he could take all these ladies down without a sweat, so why did he want her to do it? To prove herself? What was there to prove? So many questions floated around her head that she couldn't make sense of which one she needed to focus on.

Instead, she did what Superman said and wiped the tears from her eyes. If the Man of Steel had faith in her to do what was needed, then so did she.

"Right!" Sailor Moon said boldly. She stood back up to face the flying witch; though still scared, she wanted to show that she had what it took to take that leap of faith by herself. "I'm ready!"

"Now that sounds like a hero." Superman said. "Since we got that outta the way..."

Superman stood in front of Sailor Moon and planted his feet to the ground. Coming at him was a hoard of possessed women who had broken glass and other makeshift weapons in hand.

The Man of Steel opened his hands wide just as they were close enough to attack, and, with a loud clap of his hands, sent a shock wave through the jewelry store. The very sound was like thunder as it blew the possessed women to the floor; unconscious or exhausted from their energy being drained.

"W-What...?-! No!" The witch yelled.

"uuuh, you could've done that earlier, y'know..." Sailor Moon mentioned.

"True...but this isn't my story." Superman noted.

"He's right, Sailor Moon." Luna agreed. "Now, use your tiara and yell 'Moon Tiara Action!'"

"W-Wha...? Why would I wanna do that?" Sailor Moon said with doubt. "What's gonna happen—"

"Just do it already!" Luna yelled.

"Okay, okay!" She squeaked.

Sailor Moon reached for her tiara. When she did, it glowed as bright as the actual moon and was removed from her head like magic. The tiara then became a glowing disk that levitated off of the prints of her fingers.

"Moon Tiara! Action!" Sailor Moon called.

She gracefully tossed the tiara towards the floating witch like a Frisbee and watched in glow brighter, and brighter by the second. Its heat was too intense for the witch to take as it began to slowly incinerate her into dust from head-to-toe.

She let out a shrill scream, before finally dissipating into a pile of dust on the red carpet below. Before she vanished completely, all of the souls that she had taken, swam back into the many unconscious women.

Sailor Moon called her tiara back to her; returning as a normal golden headpiece that instantly went back to her forehead.

"Whoa...! That was...AWESOME!" Sailor Moon cheered. "I actually did it!"

"Nice work, Sailor Moon." Superman agreed. "See? All it took was a little effort and believing in—"

"Well done, Sailor Moon."

Sailor Moon's attention turned upward towards the mysterious Tuxedo Mask, who was just about to disappear out of the balcony window, and into the night.

"My work here is done. I will not soon forget this night."

"But you didn't do anything..." Superman mumbled.

Without another word, the mysterious Tuxedo mask leaped from the balcony with his cape masking his exit and ascended into the starry moonlight, with rose petals in his wake.

"Well, he's...theatrical." Superman said. For a moment the image of his companion in Gotham popped into his head.

"Yes, well, he is right." Luna said, "You did good, Sailor Moon...Sailor Moon?"

Sailor Moon was far too distracted with hearts in her eyes to even begin to hear what they were saying. She couldn't help but go red in the face at the mere memory of the handsome Tuxedo Mask, who inspired her to stand up and defeat the evil witch. She was immediately smitten by him, with daydreams of romance and white horses fluttering her thoughts.

"He's soooo cute~" Sailor Moon swooned.

A collective sigh arose from both Superman and Luna.

Suddenly, just beyond the distance, Superman could hear the sounds of sirens approaching not too far from the store.

"I think our work here is done as well." Superman suggested. "The police are on their way."

"AH! Oh no! I won't be able to get out of here in time! Oh, Mom's gonna kill me if I get arrested!" Sailor Moon exclaimed.

Superman didn't want the young girl getting into trouble. The police would have many questions as to what happened. He had doubts of the police believing that an evil witch knocked out all these women and used them as possessed dolls. Ironic they would believe a flying alien man exist, but probably not witches. wouldn't be the first time.

Superman offered his hand to Sailor Moon, who looked at it first, then up at the smiling boy in blue.

"Come on." Superman said, "A good job deserves a reward."

"Huh? A Reward?"

"Here ya are! One triple-flavored, whip cream surprise with a waffle cone and choco stix~"

The ice cream sundae was even better then she had originally imagined it. She was practically drooling at the sight of the delicacy. She never did have it in her to buy one, for fear of her diet. However, she felt this was an exception. Besides, she was invited by the great Superman, so who was she to deny?

She was just happy that she got to go to her favorite ice cream parlor tonight. She was also fortunate that it was nearly empty with only about 1 or 2 other customers in, and only one server. She was also lucky they allowed small pets into the ice cream parlor. Luna was all tuckered out from today and decided to sleep on Sailor Moon's lap.

"Itadakimaaasu~ " She said gleefully. She took her first bite into the ice cream, and immediately lit up light a Christmas tree. "Mmmm! It's so good~ I could practically die eating this~"

"Well, let's try to not let that happen." Clark said, eating his own sundae with a spoon.

"Oh, what's that you got on yours?" Sailor Moon asked.

"This? Just a lil something I usually got back in Kansas." Superman said, "It's called The Rocky Mountain; three scoops of caramel under whip cream, nuts, and two bananas with cherries on top."

"Sounds yummy. Wait, you said you're from Kansas?" Sailor Moon asked. "Where's that?"

"It's in the States." Superman answered. "I had my fondest memories there. It's where I was born."

"Wow. So you were born here on Earth?"

"Not...exactly." Superman explained. "I was found in Kansas. I'm actually not even from this planet."

"Oh, right! I heard about that from my friends at sc—I-I mean, from citizens across the city!" She quickly corrected. "They say that you're actually a scary alien who came from another planet in order to destroy us all..."

"Did they...?"

"Yeah. They said those red eyes of yours are just itching to burn people, and that you pretend to be hopeful; even though you have the power to destroy any and everything in your path. They said you're just a monster..."

Of course that was to be expected. Not much had changed since then, it seemed.

He remembered those first two years all too well. He recalled how much he struggled to be accepted by humanity. Despite all his efforts to help people, and do the right thing, they still judged him as either a god pretending to be human, or a dangerous alien who would one day kill them all. Sure there were a small portion who didn't believe either side, but...it was always the loudest voices that reached the farthest.

All he wanted to do was be accepted. Instead he was further ostracized by the very planet he was born and raised on—simply for being different.

He had lost hope back then; not only in humanity, but in himself, and was simply saving people because of some semblance of still wanting to do the right thing. Deep down, he felt it was more of on obligation that he put on himself—to hold the world on his shoulders, and bear the responsibility of humanity. After a while, it almost felt meaningless. There were times where he felt like giving up...to put an end to Superman...

But...

"...but...I don't think that's true."

Superman looked back at Sailor Moon, as she stared into her sundae.

"I don't think you're a monster..." She said. "I think you're just as good as anyone. I think when something bad happens, you're the first to want to make it right. When someone needs help, you want to do your best to help them. When everything seems scary and dark...you give it light."

She played with her spoon in her sundae as she tried to piece together what she had on her mind.

"That's what makes you so cool, Superman; when things look bad, you still have hope that everything will turn out okay. Yeah, bad stuff will happen, and yeah, it won't all be good...but at least you still believe it will be better...and maybe...I can be like that too..."

She turned her blue eyes towards the Man of Steel and with a bright smile on her face, she completely threw Superman into an emotional loop.

"With these new powers I have, maybe, just maybe...I can be hopeful too."

And just like that, there it was. There was that small glimmer of light that always seemed to shine through his darkest moments. Clark had almost forgotten about it those first few years of being Superman; lost in his own grief and the rejection man threw at him...until he met Lois.

Then he remembered his mother, his father, Jimmy, Mr. White, and so many others. He remembered Krypton, his real parents, his loved ones, all of them. And then came Kara, who made him feel nostalgic of Krypton, and Conner, the clone who helped him to realize how big the world truly was.

They were that small glimmer of light that lit the way through so much of the grimdark. Of course that darkness never went away, but...it got easier to see the light.

Now here he was, many years later, able to save the defenseless, beat all odds, prevent catastrophes to the best of his abilities, and finally do what he had always promised himself that he would strive towards.

He had finally become hope. And now with Sailor Moon...it felt that much brighter.

"You will."

Sailor Moon looked into Superman's eyes and saw such sincerity in them, that told her he meant it.

"You'll give the people of this city, an ideal to strive towards...they'll race behind you...stumble...fall...but in time, they'll join you in the Moon. In time..."

He offered a fist to her with a bright smile on his face.

"...you'll help them all accomplish wonders. Can you do that for me, Sailor Moon?"

Sailor Moon didn't know what to say. Thank him? Tell him he's the real hero? or keep eating? Either way, she couldn't keep the big, goofy smile off of her face. She felt lighter then she ever had before. It was like all her woes were washed away. She didn't even care about the 30% on her test, or whatever new monsters would come. She felt ready to take on the world, just like Superman.

She clenched her fist and pressed it against Superman's.

"You bet." She said happily. "We both will."