Superior_Idiot
DCU Superman #20
December 19th of 1997
“It’s a cold night, children are flooding the malls to ask a druggie dressed in a santa suit what they want for christmas. Me? I’m just here get a decent drink, and some answers.” I stare down as the said druggie walks out the back door, meeting with a dealer. I watched on as he does his transaction, I’ve heard of this prick before…
“Johnny ‘The Prick’ Pryor, infamous for dealing with pornography, child pornography to be specific. Mainly worked in gotham, but likely due to the rodent, he started dealing in Metropolis a few days ago.” I watch as he finishes his deal before getting ready to get some answers.
“It’s funny, I was in the middle of an investigation involving, and god decided to give me his head gold on a golden platter.” I grab my pistol before heading after him into an alley. The bastard chuckles to himself before I make my grand entrance.
“Cold night, huh?” I let out. The guy looks back before rushing off in fear.
“Oh, I love when they run.” I remark before chasing after him. He tries his best by using trash cans and such to block my path, with little to no effort. I keep giving chase until he stops at a dead end. He turns and pulls out what I consider a poor excuse for a switchblade, and attempts to stab me. I grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the ground. I press my knee into his shoulder and hold his arm up against his back.
“What a shame, I was hoping you were going to put more effort than a switchblade.”
“What d’ya want? You want the kiddie crap right? Take it!” He yells out.
“Oh no no no Johnny boy. I don’t want the kiddie porn, I want answers. You give me them, and I’ll just give you to the cops. Plain and simple.”
“Y-Yeah sure, what d’ya wanna know?” The guy asks while clearly eyeing the blade.
“I’d like to ask what you know about Ellen Lane?” The guy hesitated before replying.
“She was uh…. A re-reporter, that died in a car crash.” He’s lying, I know it.
“Anything else, specifically in 1988?” The guy’s silent, he’s clearly hiding something, something big. He attempts to snatch the blade, but I grab my snub nose revolver to shoot his finger off. He screams in pain.
“You fucker! You shot my fucking finger o-” I push him against the wall and grab him the collar of his shirt.
“I’ll ask again Johnny boy, what happened in 1988?” He smiles before asking me.
“What makes you think I’ll tell you? You’re not batman.” I chuckle before replying.
“No, you’re right, I’m not batman, I grab his arm and dislocate his shoulder.
“I’m much worse.” He screams out in pain before falling onto the ground.
“So I’ll ask one more time Johnny boy. And this time, don’t piss me off.” He looks at me in horror before screaming.
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Somewhere else
Lois Lane Kent, famous reporter for the Daily Planet, is currently working on her story, when she is greeted by Ron Troupe.
“Hey Lois, how’s the report on the recent on the toyman incarceration story coming along?” Ron asks, Lois looks up to see what she considers her ‘first actual friend’, before responding.
“It’s going pretty well actually, which sucks.” She says with a groan. He chuckles before responding.
“Go figure.” He responded with a comforting smile.
“Oh really?” She turned directly to him, arms crossed.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” She asked with her piercing gaze. He glanced away nervously before moving on.
“Anyways.. I was wondering why you were still here. It’s already closing time.” She looked at the clock. 11:49 pm.
“Crap.” She slipped out. Ron started chuckling a bit before asking.
“So I was wondering if you had time get a bit of coffee.” She looked back at him, puzzled.
“Coffee?” She asked.
“Yeah, coffee. You’ve been busy all week, and with your husband been gone for a few days, I figured you could use a bit of time with your old friend.” She stays quiet for a moment, pondering before responding.
“Sure.” She grabbed her coat and headed off into the city.
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Midnight
Lois Lane Kent was walking through the streets, laughing with Ron about the times they had before all this crazy superhero stuff came in. When she stopped at the entrance of her apartment.
“Good night Ron.”
“Good night Lois.” He started walking away, before saying the two words she hoped he wouldn’t say.
“And Merry Christmas!” She groaned in a distaste. She didn’t mind christmas that much, but it made her uneasy after what happened. As soon as she entered her and Clark’s apartment, she noticed, the door was unlocked, she’s sure she locked it earlier. Which could mean two things either she needs to call her landlord again, or someone broke in.
“Good morning Mrs. Kent.” She gets frightened and pulls out a can of pepper spray.
“Or is it good night? Honestly, I can’t much care for the greeting itself.”
“Who the hell are you?” She asked with bated breath.
“Who am I?” He turned on the light. Revealing a lack of a face, covered with a jacket and a fedora.
“Now that, my dear, is the Question.”
DCU Superman #20
December 19th of 1997
“It’s a cold night, children are flooding the malls to ask a druggie dressed in a santa suit what they want for christmas. Me? I’m just here get a decent drink, and some answers.” I stare down as the said druggie walks out the back door, meeting with a dealer. I watched on as he does his transaction, I’ve heard of this prick before…
“Johnny ‘The Prick’ Pryor, infamous for dealing with pornography, child pornography to be specific. Mainly worked in gotham, but likely due to the rodent, he started dealing in Metropolis a few days ago.” I watch as he finishes his deal before getting ready to get some answers.
“It’s funny, I was in the middle of an investigation involving, and god decided to give me his head gold on a golden platter.” I grab my pistol before heading after him into an alley. The bastard chuckles to himself before I make my grand entrance.
“Cold night, huh?” I let out. The guy looks back before rushing off in fear.
“Oh, I love when they run.” I remark before chasing after him. He tries his best by using trash cans and such to block my path, with little to no effort. I keep giving chase until he stops at a dead end. He turns and pulls out what I consider a poor excuse for a switchblade, and attempts to stab me. I grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the ground. I press my knee into his shoulder and hold his arm up against his back.
“What a shame, I was hoping you were going to put more effort than a switchblade.”
“What d’ya want? You want the kiddie crap right? Take it!” He yells out.
“Oh no no no Johnny boy. I don’t want the kiddie porn, I want answers. You give me them, and I’ll just give you to the cops. Plain and simple.”
“Y-Yeah sure, what d’ya wanna know?” The guy asks while clearly eyeing the blade.
“I’d like to ask what you know about Ellen Lane?” The guy hesitated before replying.
“She was uh…. A re-reporter, that died in a car crash.” He’s lying, I know it.
“Anything else, specifically in 1988?” The guy’s silent, he’s clearly hiding something, something big. He attempts to snatch the blade, but I grab my snub nose revolver to shoot his finger off. He screams in pain.
“You fucker! You shot my fucking finger o-” I push him against the wall and grab him the collar of his shirt.
“I’ll ask again Johnny boy, what happened in 1988?” He smiles before asking me.
“What makes you think I’ll tell you? You’re not batman.” I chuckle before replying.
“No, you’re right, I’m not batman, I grab his arm and dislocate his shoulder.
“I’m much worse.” He screams out in pain before falling onto the ground.
“So I’ll ask one more time Johnny boy. And this time, don’t piss me off.” He looks at me in horror before screaming.
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Somewhere else
Lois Lane Kent, famous reporter for the Daily Planet, is currently working on her story, when she is greeted by Ron Troupe.
“Hey Lois, how’s the report on the recent on the toyman incarceration story coming along?” Ron asks, Lois looks up to see what she considers her ‘first actual friend’, before responding.
“It’s going pretty well actually, which sucks.” She says with a groan. He chuckles before responding.
“Go figure.” He responded with a comforting smile.
“Oh really?” She turned directly to him, arms crossed.
“And what is that supposed to mean?” She asked with her piercing gaze. He glanced away nervously before moving on.
“Anyways.. I was wondering why you were still here. It’s already closing time.” She looked at the clock. 11:49 pm.
“Crap.” She slipped out. Ron started chuckling a bit before asking.
“So I was wondering if you had time get a bit of coffee.” She looked back at him, puzzled.
“Coffee?” She asked.
“Yeah, coffee. You’ve been busy all week, and with your husband been gone for a few days, I figured you could use a bit of time with your old friend.” She stays quiet for a moment, pondering before responding.
“Sure.” She grabbed her coat and headed off into the city.
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Midnight
Lois Lane Kent was walking through the streets, laughing with Ron about the times they had before all this crazy superhero stuff came in. When she stopped at the entrance of her apartment.
“Good night Ron.”
“Good night Lois.” He started walking away, before saying the two words she hoped he wouldn’t say.
“And Merry Christmas!” She groaned in a distaste. She didn’t mind christmas that much, but it made her uneasy after what happened. As soon as she entered her and Clark’s apartment, she noticed, the door was unlocked, she’s sure she locked it earlier. Which could mean two things either she needs to call her landlord again, or someone broke in.
“Good morning Mrs. Kent.” She gets frightened and pulls out a can of pepper spray.
“Or is it good night? Honestly, I can’t much care for the greeting itself.”
“Who the hell are you?” She asked with bated breath.
“Who am I?” He turned on the light. Revealing a lack of a face, covered with a jacket and a fedora.
“Now that, my dear, is the Question.”