Superior_Idiot
DCU Superman #25
2002
I wake up from my exhausting rest.
“Hey kiddo.” I hear from my side. I turn to see a good friend that I met a while back who’s been letting me take the guest bedroom. A bar owner named Bibbo.
“Hello Bi-Bi-Bobbo.” I stutter out. He gives a soft smile.
“It’s Bibbo, but I’ll let it slide, kiddo.” He gives me a light pat before getting back to cleaning the bar. I’ve been hanging around the bar since I made it to Metropolis.
“Want something?” He asks while wiping the table.
“No thanks B-Bobbo.”
“Again, it’s Bibbo.” But he shrugs it off.
“How about some TV to pass the time?” He grabs the remote and starts flipping through channels, I notice something from the Metropolis news channel.
“N-News.” He looks at me, slightly confused before flipping back to the news channel.
“People are in an uproar at the upcoming election with Clay Irons competing with current CEO of LexCorp, Zeiko.”
“LexCorp. You’d think after the founder goes to prison, the company would be gone.” Bibbo scoffs at the mention of the company.
“I’m surprised it hasn’t died yet.” I ignore him and keep watching.
“We got to talk to one of the electees, Zeiko himself.” The reporter then walks to him.
“So Zeiko, what can you tell us about this election that’ll be different compared to the others?” He chuckles before replying.
“All I can say is, it’s gonna be one hell of a surprise.”
“Could you elaborate?”
“Apologies, I must be going.” He says before heading inside the building.
“Well you heard it here folks! Be sure to tune in next week for-” He flips the channel to an airing of Dexter’s Labratory.
“Sorry kid, wasn’t a huge fan of tha-” He stops when he notices my gaze.
“You okay?” He asks, shaking my shoulder, causing me to get out of my daydream.
“Sorry, was reminded something.” Something tells me whatever Zeiko was referring to, it’s not gonna be good.
“Me have to go now. Me be back soon-ish.” Before I’m able to leave, I hear him shout.
“Two o’clock ” I turn back to him.
“I’ll be closing by then.” he finishes before walking to the back.
“Thank you B-Bobbo.” I leave the bar.
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I arrive at the facility, wearing a purple costume a nice lady made for me that has an odd belt. I walk inside the facilty, which seems almost abandoned. And yet, the electricity seems to be working, by my guess, it’s like it was abandoned on purpose. I suddenly hear the sound of a car arriving, and then a flash, within seconds, I run as fast as I can with my superspeed to get out of the building before it explodes. I’m about a dozen feet from the explosion
“I’m surprised you’re still alive.” I hear near me. I get up to see Zeiko himself. With someone who looks to be wearing the same clothes I was wearing years ago.
“I gotta admit, you’re stonger than you look. Very bizarro looking, but who am I to judge a book by it’s freakishly deformed cover.” I stand up, eyes aimed directly at him.
“P-Psycho!”
“It’s Zeiko, eh, but it doesn’t matter at this point.” He snaps his fingers, gesturing the boy towards me, with great speed, he pushes me at a tree, grabbing me by the neck and giving me a hard uppercut, sending me through several trees and far up in the air. He finishes it off by flying at me, grabbing me by the neck and throwing me right into the ground, leaving a small crater. I attempt to get up, only for him to grab my head and slam it back into the ground.
“You d-don’t d-do this. Y-You need not to do.” I say, trying my best to stay awake. He tilts his head slightly, he shrugs off the confusion and attempts to finish me off with a harsh jab. I roll to the side just before the impact hits me and use my heat breath to throw him off for a brief seconds before I fly as high as I can away from him. Unfortunately, I’m not fast enough as he grabs me with both arms around my body and pulls me down into the ground, crashing into a half-dozen trees. I stumble trying to get up and find him on the ground, unconscious. I look closer to see a small black pellet on his neck. I accidentally grab it too hard, shattering it. I turn to the sounds of people getting closer, I glance back at his unconscious body.
“Darn it.” I mutter out, grabbing his body and carrying him with me out of the woods.
DCU Superman #25
2002
I wake up from my exhausting rest.
“Hey kiddo.” I hear from my side. I turn to see a good friend that I met a while back who’s been letting me take the guest bedroom. A bar owner named Bibbo.
“Hello Bi-Bi-Bobbo.” I stutter out. He gives a soft smile.
“It’s Bibbo, but I’ll let it slide, kiddo.” He gives me a light pat before getting back to cleaning the bar. I’ve been hanging around the bar since I made it to Metropolis.
“Want something?” He asks while wiping the table.
“No thanks B-Bobbo.”
“Again, it’s Bibbo.” But he shrugs it off.
“How about some TV to pass the time?” He grabs the remote and starts flipping through channels, I notice something from the Metropolis news channel.
“N-News.” He looks at me, slightly confused before flipping back to the news channel.
“People are in an uproar at the upcoming election with Clay Irons competing with current CEO of LexCorp, Zeiko.”
“LexCorp. You’d think after the founder goes to prison, the company would be gone.” Bibbo scoffs at the mention of the company.
“I’m surprised it hasn’t died yet.” I ignore him and keep watching.
“We got to talk to one of the electees, Zeiko himself.” The reporter then walks to him.
“So Zeiko, what can you tell us about this election that’ll be different compared to the others?” He chuckles before replying.
“All I can say is, it’s gonna be one hell of a surprise.”
“Could you elaborate?”
“Apologies, I must be going.” He says before heading inside the building.
“Well you heard it here folks! Be sure to tune in next week for-” He flips the channel to an airing of Dexter’s Labratory.
“Sorry kid, wasn’t a huge fan of tha-” He stops when he notices my gaze.
“You okay?” He asks, shaking my shoulder, causing me to get out of my daydream.
“Sorry, was reminded something.” Something tells me whatever Zeiko was referring to, it’s not gonna be good.
“Me have to go now. Me be back soon-ish.” Before I’m able to leave, I hear him shout.
“Two o’clock ” I turn back to him.
“I’ll be closing by then.” he finishes before walking to the back.
“Thank you B-Bobbo.” I leave the bar.
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I arrive at the facility, wearing a purple costume a nice lady made for me that has an odd belt. I walk inside the facilty, which seems almost abandoned. And yet, the electricity seems to be working, by my guess, it’s like it was abandoned on purpose. I suddenly hear the sound of a car arriving, and then a flash, within seconds, I run as fast as I can with my superspeed to get out of the building before it explodes. I’m about a dozen feet from the explosion
“I’m surprised you’re still alive.” I hear near me. I get up to see Zeiko himself. With someone who looks to be wearing the same clothes I was wearing years ago.
“I gotta admit, you’re stonger than you look. Very bizarro looking, but who am I to judge a book by it’s freakishly deformed cover.” I stand up, eyes aimed directly at him.
“P-Psycho!”
“It’s Zeiko, eh, but it doesn’t matter at this point.” He snaps his fingers, gesturing the boy towards me, with great speed, he pushes me at a tree, grabbing me by the neck and giving me a hard uppercut, sending me through several trees and far up in the air. He finishes it off by flying at me, grabbing me by the neck and throwing me right into the ground, leaving a small crater. I attempt to get up, only for him to grab my head and slam it back into the ground.
“You d-don’t d-do this. Y-You need not to do.” I say, trying my best to stay awake. He tilts his head slightly, he shrugs off the confusion and attempts to finish me off with a harsh jab. I roll to the side just before the impact hits me and use my heat breath to throw him off for a brief seconds before I fly as high as I can away from him. Unfortunately, I’m not fast enough as he grabs me with both arms around my body and pulls me down into the ground, crashing into a half-dozen trees. I stumble trying to get up and find him on the ground, unconscious. I look closer to see a small black pellet on his neck. I accidentally grab it too hard, shattering it. I turn to the sounds of people getting closer, I glance back at his unconscious body.
“Darn it.” I mutter out, grabbing his body and carrying him with me out of the woods.